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Your mother and I have been shot.

What?

How's Mam, is she okay?

You need to get over there.

The deceased's a woman named Lady Mary Maclean.

Her husband, Sir Douglas, is in critical condition.

You're from the islands? - I'm sorry.

Which island are we talking about?

Yours.

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

Uh, no. No conflicts.

When I got to the bedroom,

your mother was

at the foot of the bed.

I grabbed hold of the duvet

to try and stem it.

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

- Have you told your boss? - What?

Find myself in your father's cross hairs again?

I'm surprised you came back.

That you didn't keep your word to me.

Cheers.

I need to see my boy.

And now, for one night only,

Mangersta!

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Well, this is what you might call bittersweet.

Sweet to be with all of you.

Friends. Family.

And bitter,

bitter because we won't be seeing you now for a while.

But don't worry.

As we Gaels often say,

the world may end,

but love and music will last forever.

We sailed on the Sloop John B,

my grandfather and me...

I've got some news.

I'm coming to Australia with you!

Wow, that's amazing!

Yeah.

There you go, wee man.

Daddy, is Edinburgh far away?

Why?

Will you come every weekend as usual?

When me and Mam move there?

C'mon on now, go to sleep.

Edinburgh? When the hell were you going to tell me?

Drop it, Calum.

- I'm his bloody father. - When it suits you.

He's staying here, Trace. On the island.

I've had it with this island.

You know, Springsteen,

they put less money into marketing

and more on making this shite taste good...

they could have made a go of it.

Anyway, we thought we'd come by and pay our condolences, mate.

You never return our calls, or texts...

or that tidy bit of dough we lent you,

...to keep a sinking ship afloat.

I'll sort it, Gavin. I will.

It's just with everything that's happened...

And the family all at home.

What about the old man?

Can he not cough up?

You know yourself, he cut me off.

I've heard, but given recent events...

I don't know...

You guys don't know anything about it, do you?

Don't move!

I don't have a problem with your folks.

You're my fucking problem!

And if that shit isn't paid by tomorrow,

Tweedie's on his way.

So you get the urgency.

Jason, let's go!

Morning.

Morning.

- You're up early. - Sorry, Jenny.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hi. Fancy a dip?

You sure?

Strength, Ruaraidh. Body and mind.

What are you doing with these?

Some things should be kept private.

Your poor mother.

Have you read them?

No.

This year's is missing.

Mm.

But I'll find it.

Good.

Now, how about that dip?

Hi.

I went to your flat.

I didn't think you'd be back at work.

And I didn't think you'd still be on the island.

Change of heart.

Do you really still think he did it?

Yes.

I don't know... He was badly wounded, Kat.

I had the same thought.

How did your father get rid of the gun for starters?

Dr. Maclean.

You're needed in bay two.

Then I looked at who was there the night it happened.

He had an accomplice.

Chrissie.

She had the perfect opportunity to clean up the scene,

hide the stolen jewels,

then dump the gun when she went to pick up Ruaraidh.

But why would he do that?

You'd know better than me.

Dr. Maclean?

I wish I did, Kat.

Are you out of your mind?

Swimming, with that wound?

As I told your wee brother,

I need to get my strength back.

Body and mind, Eilidh.

High time you went to bed, you silly man!

It is quite cold!

Idiot.

Right. 24 hours in,

how's the burglary-crew theory holding up?

Unfortunately, the CCTV was down at the castle.

You found nothing unusual on other footage?

Uh, not yet.

There were no unknown prints found at the crime scene either.

No names of any known criminals

on any ferry or flight manifests

or any new intel on the stolen jewels?

Uh, nothing from our informant suggests it was locals.

Okay. So with that theory looking decidedly less solid,

how about we look closer to home?

What about Mr. Douglas, boss?

I only bring it up because yesterday,

he mentioned to his kids

that he grabbed the duvet to staunch his wife's blood.

But as you can see, the duvet's perfectly flat.

It would have required him to shoot himself

from 10 feet away.

Or Christina Macmillan was his accomplice.

Except her CCTV was working

and shows Chrissie leaving her place

moments after Sir Douglas called her.

Hmm. My suspicion is he misspoke.

But Jenny will follow-up, just in case.

So what else?

Calum, the oldest son's, alibi is flimsy.

Witnesses confirmed that he spent the night

at the An Caladh Pub in Tarbert.

But, then, he left just after midnight.

He claimed he went back home to fetch some rum.

Why? He was in a pub.

Right. But he owns a craft distillery

that went belly-up six months ago.

Gus, the publican, said he tried to drop off a case around 1:30.

15 minutes after his parents were shot.

Where does mobile triangulation put him

at the time of the murder? - Just a general vicinity.

He could have been at his home or at the castle.

Right. I want to know where Calum was

and who he was with in the days leading up to the murder,

where he might have obtained a handgun.

So when's the postmortem? - This afternoon.

Good, good. That should tell us more.

It's Sìne Maclean.

Take it.

And then, uh-- then go see Calum.

Don't ask any questions.

Let him run his mouth and report back.

What's up?

I just remembered something. Mam kept a diary, every day.

Do you think you could find it?

I need to get some sleep.

Why don't you pick me up from the flat later?

I can't. And to be honest,

it'd be better if you looked for it right now.

Okay. But if I end up driving into a bloody loch...

I'll come and fish you out.

Okay folks, on your feet again for the Dashing White Sergeant!

Do you two want to do it?

Too late, I promised to do the next dance

with Mam and Uncle Michael.

Tracey will miss you.

She's coming to Australia.

No, she bloody well isn't!

Not if you want me to pay for it.

Douglas, can I have a word, just the two of us?

Ishbel, maybe later. - Now, preferably.

Come on, Dad. It's New Year.

I'll give you a word of advice.

The Beatles didn't go with their girls to Hamburg,

and yours aren't going with you to Sydney either.

Thanks for your support. - He's right, Calum.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The chance to play some major festivals.

But I love her!

Then guess what, she'll be here when you come back.

But right now, this is about you and your dreams.

Come on now, this is the last call

for the Dashing White Sergeant!

I need to find Mam and Michael.

Go and tell her. - Tomorrow.

No, tonight.

Hey! Turn off the engine!

Came to see the old man.

See how he's doing.

Come and give me a hand.

Apparently there's a button...

That's it.

Bloody hell.

All these years, this was my white whale.

I had no clue where it was.

What's the combo though?

Dad told me.

It's the day I was adopted.

Dad wants to make sure his will is in order.

This whole thing has done a number on him.

I'll take it to him.

He's fast asleep.

I need to talk to him. - Why?

Do you need money?

No.

I need legal advice.

It's Trace.

She's clearing off to Edinburgh.

With Dougie? She's got some front!

Leave him for now. I'll talk to Tracey.

I'm going to ask them to make something decent for Dad.

There's too much booze and baking in this place.

You're making yourself at home.

I am at home, Sìne.

And your Gaelic is now so good. Amazing that.

What are you looking for?

Mam's diaries.

Why?

I told PC Crichton I'd look for them.

- That cop's bad news, Sìne. - That cop?

She's doing her best to find out

who left Mam for dead on the floor.

And what do Mam's diaries have to do with it?

They could tell us a lot.

What Mam was doing, her state of mind...

He was treating her badly.

Dad never raised a hand to Mam.

How would you know,

when you're seven hundred miles away?

That's crazy to suggest Dad would destroy his own home,

wound himself,

and then kill Mam.

But you always were a little...

Calum. How are you doing?

Fine.

As kids, we were all so jealous of you lot.

Living in a castle.

Mam thought the castle was cursed.

And she said that was the worst night of her life.

Because of the sculptures?

You two had a bond.

We were alike.

And unlike your father?

Business-minded.

Why would you say that?

Did your Mother ever sculpt again?

No.

But recently she said she might give it another go.

At the cottage?

No.

There's a shieling up on the moor.

So she had hope?

Yeah.

It was as though she was happy

for the first time in ages.

Your Dad must have been delighted.

They hardly spoke.

Then why didn't she leave him?

Usual. The kids.

When he brought Eilidh home with him,

she said she couldn't.

Come on. You must have heard.

How he found Eilidh, in a Russian orphanage?

Was she ever truly happy?

Your mother?

The four of us kept her going.

So did her work, and...

And what?

Was there someone else?

What the hell does it matter now?

Right.

Sorry.

Hi.

How did you get on?

I don't know what to do.

Calm down. How about we meet?

At Hushinish Beach?

Okay. See you there.

- Hello? - Hi, Aisha. It's Kat.

Have you got a minute?-Sure.

Do you know if it would be possible

for someone to adopt a child without their spouse's consent.

Not usually.

This would have been back in the early '90s.

Okay. I can look into it for you.

Okay. That'd be great. Thank you.

The child's name is Eilidh Maclean.

Dougie. Look who it is.

Auntie Eilidh.

Remember the drone she sent you for Christmas?

I hope you liked it, sweetheart.

It's amazing! Kyle and I took it out--

Dougie, go to the kitchen, love.

Tell Mandy I said you could have some ice cream.

Is it money you're after?

This threat about Edinburgh--

It's not a threat.

It's an opportunity.

For me and Dougie.

Taking the wee fella away.

Don't you understand what that will do to Calum?

Oh I understand Calum very well.

I understand you, too.

I was never good enough, was I?

You clear off if you want.

But if my father hears you're taking Dougie with you--

Douglas.

Oh he knows. He's been really supportive.

That won't last long.

Hang on. Wait. Wait. - What is it? What is it?

This Australia thing...

I think it'd be better if I just went with the boys.

Eilidh put this idea in your head, didn't she?

No, no.

That's how I feel.

I gave up my place at uni.

I didn't ask you to do that.

So you're saying we're finished?

No, no.

Fuck you, Calum.

Clear off, with Daddy's money in your pocket.

I said go!

Go!

Hi.

Eilidh knows we're looking for the diaries.

And she found them first?

She didn't have a clue about them.

But they weren't at the cottage.

What about the shieling? - Ours?

Calum said your mother was thinking

of turning it into a studio.

Wow. Talk about not having a clue.

I'm sorry.

It's fine. She and Calum were always super close.

I'll check it out.

Sìne... Was your Mam seeing someone?

Who knows... maybe?

I've no idea who it could be.

It's not like I was around the castle.

I know who was around though.

Don't bother. Chrissie won't tell you a thing.

She'll go straight to my dad--

I'm not talking about Chrissie.

My dad.

Well, what do you know?

Springsteen risen from the dead.

I've got it.

I knew your old man would pull through.

He did well.

It was my mother actually.

He bought it for my mother in Monaco.

Are we even?

Son of a bitch!

Worth six figures, easy.

- You're the one who did her in? - No!

I'm not going down for you.

Gus, call the cops,

tell them we found Mary Maclean's killer.

You got the keys for the pick-up?

Sorry. He's going to the shops for me.

He can use my car.

Why?

Are you crossing the Sahara?

Ruaraidh, give me the keys.

Fine. I'll find another way.

She and Kat-the-FLO are on the hunt for Mam's diaries.

I know.

I'd better go.

Here.

The police said they have no fresh update for the public.

In a separate statement,

the Maclean family have appealed for privacy

during what they describe as...

A five-minute phone call,

once a month from Paris or wherever she was.

Even when I was in med school, I'd call or text Mam every day.

Did you ever think to call me?

After the party, you all cleared off.

Dad was always away.

I was left with a mother

who sometimes couldn't leave the house.

So if you don't mind...

There you are.

Where are you staying?

In Tarbert.

I need to be close to the Macleans.

Can I speak to you about it?

Will you not even have a cuppa?

I don't have time, Dad.

I have as little to do with that lot as possible.

Nothing much gets past you.

You did.

Who would visit Mary Maclean?

What do you mean?

Was there another man, when Douglas was away?

Was she having an affair?

I'll gladly tell you,

if you tell me...

why you left.

Michael. The one married to her sister.

Boss?-Calum Maclean tried to offload some jewelry

in a pub in Tarbert.

We've issued a warrant for his arrest.

So go and tell Sir Douglas

before he hears it from somebody else.

Why did you leave?

I'll come back another time.

I promise.

Swtich off the engine! Get off!

Calum Maclean, I'm detaining you on suspicion of murder.

Let me go!

Get in!

They've just picked up Calum Maclean.

Can I help you?

I want a word with Sir Douglas.

He's busy.

I'm not your skivvy anymore, Chrissie.

Tell him I'm here.

Wait there.

Sìne.

Oh my God.

I need to go down and find a signal.

Don't touch anything.

Catrìona Màiri.

I do hope the reason for your visit

is to bring us the name of the killer.

As a matter of fact, someone was arrested in the last hour.

Your son, Calum.

He'll need a solicitor.

Get a hold of Munro.

Who do we have locally? - That Murray fellow.

Ask him to go to the station. And call you know who.

Sir Douglas, I have a question, if you don't mind.

Did you know your wife was having an affair with Michael,

your brother-in-law?

How dare you besmirch my wife's memory, Macswain.

It's Constable Crichton.

Get out of here!

Never show your face here again.

Get out!

Calum.

My hero.

Off on your big adventure.

Me and Trace. We're done.

She doesn't like the thought

of you being in Australia without her.

I love her, Mam.

Well, tell her to come.

Dad will pull every penny.

To hell with him.

I'll give you the money.

But Trace-- she hates me now.

No.

She hates you tonight.

Tomorrow, she'll have forgotten all about it.

She'll leap into your arms.

Now, don't you have a gig?

I'm sick of this bloody Schottische.

We found Mam's jewels in the shieling.

I had to come down to call you.

Okay, stay put.

Drop me a pin and I'll meet you there.

So when your sister Eilidh

left your father study's this morning,

you reopened the safe

and took the necklace to pay off Gavin Ross.

Right, because that's what Mam wanted me to do.

Hmm. Why didn't your Mam give it to you herself?

She was all set to, but then she said I had to wait.

Even though Ross was threatening you.

- I don't know. - Or perhaps

she realized you're a pot-smoking loser

who she doesn't want to enable anymore.

- No. - And that angered you, didn't it?

So much so that you decided to kill two birds with one stone.

I love my mother.

Yeah, right up until you pulled the trigger.

I didn't kill her!

Interview suspended at 17:45. What?!

It's Crichton. She says it's urgent.

This better be good.

Yeah.

Okay. Secure the scene.

I'll meet you there as soon as possible.

What's going on?

We're the ones asking the questions, Calum.

If I were you, I'd start working on my confession.

Let's go.

You don't know Calum anymore.

The kind of people he hangs about with.

Calum would never do that, Dad.

A year ago,

we got a call from Ivor at the Whaler's.

Calum had been in a fight.

He'd hurt someone badly.

I had to give the family a bung to keep the cops out of it.

I should never have done that.

If I'd dealt with it differently...

your mother might still be alive.

They've found the stolen goods.

The jewellery.

Did you find the diaries?

It doesn't matter.

There'll be more than enough evidence

to nail your dad and Chrissie.

Wait here.

Where were you? - I was looking for signal.

Did you touch anything in there?

No, not since I found it.

Good.

Wait in the pick-up with Sìne. This is a crime scene now.

Seriously, terrific work, Kat. - Thanks, Boss.

What the hell is he doing here?

- Do you want me-- - Yes. Would you?

- Chief Inspector Halim? - I'm sorry, Sir Douglas.

This is as far as you can go. - Chief Inspector!

It's tied up right now.

I want to speak to you about my son, Calum.

Unfortunately, I'm not permitted at this time.

Listen to me.

You have to let him go!

He has nothing to do with this!

It was Mary!

It was my wife who shot me.

Calum.

Get out of here.

Sign there.

Come on. Let's get you home.

You alright?

Yeah.