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Dad? This is late, even for you.

Eilidh... your mother and I have been shot.

What?

Someone broke in...

What's going on?

Dad, is Ruaraidh there?

No. Chrissie's on the way.

Where were you shot?

Eilidh...

I love you.

No, no, hold on!

Let me get Sìne.

Sorry, Eilidh, I'm at work.

Sìne, listen to me.

Mom and Dad have been shot.

You need to tell Dad how to stem the bleeding.

What?

Dad, Sìne's on the line.

Dad?

Sìne...

How's Mam, is she okay?

Dad, say something!

Shit. He cut off.

You need to get over there. - Is everything okay?

Don't hang up!

I'm going to try Chrissie and track Calum down.

Present for you.

You know I can't accept this.

Sure you can't.

You-know-who is here.

Cheers.

Where are you?

Are you nearly there? - Almost.

I'm here.

Dad's alive.

Sìne.

What's happening?

No! Mom!

Talk to me, please!

Sìne...

Ruaraidh.

It's your mother.

Just make sure you're on the 11th.

Kat. One sec.

Alright.

Sorry for pulling you off the search for that runaway.

It's okay, Boss. I found her.

Yeah? Where was she?

Black Rock gorge.

Where else would a poor head from Inverness go?

Mm. Nice work.

Now, usually on a case like this,

HQ assigns the most experienced FLO available.

However, they flagged you're from the islands.

Yeah. Born and bred.

And I told them you'd more than earned the gig.

Thanks, Boss.

I'm sorry. Which island are we talking about?

Yours.

Now, first reports suggest it was a bungled burglary.

- And the victim? - The deceased's a woman

named Lady Mary MacLean.

Her husband, Sir Douglas, is in critical condition.

- Did you know them? - Uh, yes. Yeah, we all did.

Douglas MacLean is--

Well, you must know he's one of the richest men in Scotland.

Yeah. Why the press will be all over this case.

I just need to ask. You have no conflicts, do you?

I mean, Lewis and Harris must be a small place.

I-I'm sorry, but am I getting on that thing with you?

Well, that depends on your answer.

No. No conflict.

Don't worry. They have sick bags on board.

What a year.

Now I'm often asked if I'm surprised

how well I've done.

Me, the proud son of a bin man

who used to empty the bins at this very castle.

Well, it doesn't at all.

Because, I've always believed that

you either let the world bend you to its will

or you bend it to yours.

The only thing I'll never understand is

that I won the heart of this beautiful,

talented woman standing next to me.

Please, Douglas. Stop.

So, my love, my soulmate,

I'd like to present you with this tonight.

You're so beautiful,

but even more beautiful with this.

Thanks, that was fun! Back to work.

With the midnight hour, fast approaching,

would you join my family

in counting down to the dawn of a glorious new year?

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven,

six, five,

four, three, two, one.

Happy New Year!

♪ For auld lang syne, my dear ♪

♪ For auld lang syne ♪

Sìne, come down.

♪ We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet for auld lang syne ♪

Uncle Michael.

Sìne, I'm so sorry.

You should come home with us.

I need to go and see Dad.

But thanks, Ishbel.

Oh, fuck.

Sorry, there was an accident by the golf course,

but if we hurry,

well not hurry hurry, we'll get there for the second half.

Hey, mate. Where's your kit?

I'm sorry, Calum.

What happened?

Home sweet home.

Geez. Welcome to Hogwarts.

Alan, good to see you.

Sorry it's under such grim circumstances.

I won't lie, it's not pretty.

Yeah, but this can't be common around here.

The last was a good decade ago.

It's one of the reasons we suspect a crew.

It was a crew from the mainland.

Turned the study and the master bedroom upside down.

Jewelry stolen. Left no murder weapon.

Sorry. This is Constable MacMillan.

Yeah, this is PC Crichton, our family liaison officer.

Maybe Constable MacMillan could be good enough

to take her to the hospital.

I want her to check on Sir Douglas's condition

and start connecting with the family.

- No problem. - Right. Shall we?

Cathy bloody MacSween, huh?

Sorry, 'Kat Crichton'.

Never thought I'd see you again.

Certainly not on the force.

Now, the smart money had it that you were knocked up

and that your old man kicked you out.

Only problem was, we could never work out which poor sods it was.

Get lost, Ewan.

Calum, Sìne...

I'm sorry?

I'm Kat Crichton, the family liaison officer.

I'm here to support you.

If there's anything...

Sorry, she's...

Sìne!

Any questions?

Is he going to make it?

Other than the traumatic blood loss,

his gunshot wound is pretty minor.

He's a lucky man.

Hasn't he always been?

Welcome home, Eilidh.

Dad?

Right. Let's get our bunny suits on.

Authorized personnel only.

I'm the one who found the poor woman.

Sorry, it's DCI Halim's orders.

- Give me one second. - Okay.

Thank you.

So how did it go?

He's still sedated, but the doctor said

you should be able to interview him tomorrow morning.

Good. After that, I'd like to sit down

with Sir Douglas' children.

I don't know if I should be there.

What are you talking about?

My meeting with Sine and Calum didn't go so well.

In fact, maybe you would be better off

with a more experienced FLO on the case.

You know, on... my first murder case,

my boss asked me to break the news to the grandparents

of a young woman who'd been strangled by her boyfriend.

I'll never forget halfway through me telling them,

the old fella punched me in the nose.

Later, when I saw my boss,

the least I expected was a bit of sympathy.

But you know what he said?

"If you want people to love you, Halim, go be a firefighter."

Is that what you want, Kat?

Sorry, Boss.

It's been a long 24 hours.

Then finish your paperwork and get some sleep,

because tomorrow I'm gonna need you at your best.

Okay.

What the hell are you doing here?

I thought Dad had been taken to the mainland.

I'm so sorry.

I don't understand.

None of us do.

Sìne. Is everything alright?

Yes. Just tired.

Come on. What's up?

Do you ever feel like life's passing you by?

That everything you want runs away from you?

That's a matter of perspective, my darling.

What do you mean?

Well, if a certain someone's caught your eye...

Are they running from you,

or are you running from them?

Let's go.

We can all stay at my place tonight.

I'll be with you soon.

This is taking forever.

Are you from the island?

I left a long time ago.

So we never knew each other?

Finally.

Sir Douglas wants to go home.

Is that advisable?

Well, his doctor's agreed, as long as he rests,

and the P.F. is quite relaxed about it.

And the meeting with the kids?

Postponed.

Sir Douglas wants to sit down with them first,

so go and provide support.

Hey, wait!

Want to see something?

Sorry. Do you mind?

Come.

This is for Mam's exhibition in Edinburgh.

It's all going next week.

They're incredible.

Who models for her?

Locals.

Looks tricky.

You have to hold the same pose for hours on end.

Imagine!

Come.

What?

It's New Year.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Are you alright?

What are you doing on the island?

To be honest, this is the last place I want to be.

Go then.

I can't, Sìne.

I have a job to do.

Sìne!

You won't have a job

once your boss hears about your history with our family.

Good.

Come in.

How you doing, Dad?

Like yourselves... terrible.

But what happened?

Even now, it's hard to explain.

As I told the police,

I'd been over at the Kemps for dinner.

They'd invited your mother.

But you all know how she was.

When I got home,

I noticed the spotlights were out.

The front door light as well.

Mam always left it on.

I figured a bulb had blown, but then...

I heard a shot.

They were already in the castle...

When I got to the bedroom,

your mother was

at the foot of the bed.

Was she still...

alive?

Honestly, I don't know.

There was a lot of blood.

I grabbed hold of the duvet,

to try and stem it.

But then I saw...

an intruder?

One man, in the shadows,

in a balaclava, holding a gun.

He shot me.

It felt as though I'd been hit by a bus.

By the time I came to, he was gone.

And you called 999?

No, Chrissie first. She was close.

But when I looked into your mother's eyes...

I knew.

I called Eilidh.

Then I guess I must have lost consciousness

next to your mother.

Constable.

My daughter says you're from Harris?

Yes.

- Crighton? - Mm-hmm.

Plenty of them in Lewis, but...

here in Harris?

Sir, if you don't mind, we would like to put out

a statement from the family regarding your wife.

Leave that to me, Dad.

Thanks. - You need to rest.

Fine. In the study.

I better get back to work.

Chrissie... you know.

Forget about Chrissie.

She works for us, not the other way around.

Like the rest of us.

What does that mean?

My father often says,

if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well.

And what's that ever got him? A wee croft, rented from us?

This was a mistake.

No, Cathy. You were.

Aah!

Out you come.

Sorry.

What's your name?

Cathy, sir.

Catrìona Màiri MacSween.

Seumas' daughter.

So what do we do now?

I won't utter a word to anyone.

So you say.

But you won't be able to keep your mouth shut for long.

I don't care.

It's best you leave the island.

To do what?

I don't care.

But you can't come back here ever again.

Oh I know Seumas will be torn up.

But imagine how torn up your father would be,

if you were arrested

for destroying my wife's work.

After all,

your prints are everywhere.

Please, sir.

Please don't do this.

Sìne, are you okay?

Please, it wasn't me

who destroyed your mother's sculptures.

What's wrong with you?

Chrissie came looking for you that night.

She saw you running away from the cottage.

Because of your father!

He did it.

I should have seen it in the first place.

There's evil in you.

- Evening, Boss. - Yeah, just checking in.

How are things over there?

Kat?

Sorry, sorry. Bad connection.

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I should have a family statement over to you shortly.

Good. Um, well, I best get back.

Boss, do you have any leads?

Uh, anything I can tell the family?

Not yet. Just remind them it's still early days.

Okay.

Hi Chrissie.

Hi. What you got?

I've got plenty.

I know I'm not meant to turn up out of the blue but...

I need to see my boy.

I've got the press statement, if you want to read it?

No, I'm sure it's perfect, my love.

After the collapse of the Soviet Union,

I went to Russia.

Because, by God, there was a fortune to be made.

Then,

amongst who knows how many cots,

I saw you.

That indomitable look in your eyes.

I realised that I wasn't gazing at some abandoned orphan,

but my very own daughter.

Sìne, come in.

Sorry, I didn't realise you were--

Don't worry, we were just reminiscing.

How are you doing?

Honestly, not great.

There's something I want to discuss with you both.

The Family Liaison Officer--

Crichton?

Did she ask you about the family statement too?

That's all?

It's not meant to be a eulogy, Sìne.

But there's no mention of her charity work, or her art!

There was no art, Sìne.

And we all know why.

You told her?

Eilidh's never told a soul about what that girl did.

But you promised it would stay between you and me!

Why? So you could forget

that you're the reason there is no art?

To hell with you!

You were the one who turned your back on Mam!

I knew she'd attack me,

the moment I set foot on the island.

Apologise to your sister, Sìne.

No!

I took you at your word, Dad.

What the hell does it matter?

What is it?

What happened?

Why?!

Why? Why!

Your friend, Cathy.

She did a terrible thing.

But don't worry,

your mother will never need to know of your involvement.

There, there.

You're okay.

You alright?

As alright as I can be.

For years, my father said

we had to blame it on some random vandals,

because if Mam knew the truth--

I suspect your Mam was a better person than that.

Yes, but she was broken. And because of his lies...

I could hardly be around her.

Well, at least you got a chance.

You don't get it, Sìne.

I wasn't to blame.

Your father made me leave the island.

He destroyed my life and I rebuilt it

by keeping my head down and forgetting about this place.

Please don't... I don't know. Maybe I do believe you.

I've got a problem.

I've come to believe that your father did it.

What?

Remember what he said?

That he grabbed the duvet, to stem your mother's blood.

He didn't.

The bed's perfectly made.

Someone must have tidied up.

No one gets near a crime scene.

Have you told your boss?

What, to find myself in your father's cross-hairs again?

So you're leaving?

Nothing's changed around here.

Yes.

You have.

Catrìona Màiri.

I want to apologise for not recognising you earlier.

Chrissie reminded me.

It's been a while.

Still...

I'm surprised you came back.

That you didn't keep your word to me.

I tried.

Believe me.

You may have to try a little harder.