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- Trying to stay awake.
- That's so funny.

Oh, my God. I might have
seen that one, actually.

Catherine, it's late.
I have to go home.

Come on, then, baby girl.

Let's get you home.

She's late.

Said she'd be home at midnight.

You've got to stop seeing the
world through the eyes of the job.

She's with her mates.

- Nothing will happen to her.
- I know.

Midsummer.

That's disgusting.

She's gonna get
so angry with you.

She'll be like, "Were you hanging
out with that Catherine Ross?"

She does not like me when I'm
with you. She does not like you.

I know.

Oh, whatever.

Hurry up! Watch the
rocks! Watch the rocks!

The old guy in that croft... Why
does everyone think he's weird?

- Why does nobody speak to him?
- Cos he is weird.

He's a creepy old man.

Catherine, please,
I have to get home.

I thought you liked
creepy older men.

Sunday tomorrow. Church.

- Please, let's not.
- Come on.

- Hi. Did you have a good time?
- Yeah, it was brilliant.

There's food...

- Hi.
- Hi.

I've seen you.

- You live in the Ross house.
- Yeah, I do.

I have cake.

Will we have cake?

Jesus.

We can't stay for cake.
My friend has to get home.

Sunday tomorrow. Church.

That's right. It's feathers.

Just like the bird.

See?

- Go on, get out. You're late already.
- So are you.

I know, but it's Monday, so
people make allowances for me.

- Glad it's not just a tan I was paying for.
- Bye.

Bye.

Line one.

Tabby.

Come on, darling.
Let's get a move on.

Jemima.

Sorry we're so late.

She's really not feeling very well.
Bye, darling. Come on. Up the stairs.

Kitty Collins, you're well enough to
come to school, you're well enough to stay.

Come on.

And here to address us on
a matter that concerns us all

is our procurator
fiscal, Rhona Kelly.

Good morning.

First of all, I'd like to say it's a real
pleasure to be invited here today

to update you on certain changes
in procedure in the fiscal office.

We should - and we do -
prioritise some categories of cases

due to the seriousness
of the crimes involved.

And the impact that has on
both victims and their families.

Hello.

Duncan.

She flagged me
down as I was passing.

She didnae want to leave the
lassie in case the birds came back.

They've been pecking.

Hi. I'm Detective
Inspector Perez.

Jess Collins.

Her name's Catherine
Ross. She babysits for me.

She's 17.

You know how I can get
in contact with her parents?

It's just her dad, Euan.

- He works on the rigs.
- Which platform?

Um... North Cormorant.

I saw her yesterday. She stopped
round at tea-time. She was fine.

OK, Jess, I'm gonna need to have a
word with you at some point, but not now.

Aye, I can see
you back if you like.

Right.

- Where's Tosh?
- On her way. She was at the dentist's.

- I've got the scene tent in the car.
- No point. The tide's on its way in.

Can you call Cora McLean
and tell her I need her here now?

Yep.

Oh, Christ, Jimmy.

Why do you bring me
out for the young ones?

Cora, she's in water.
She's cooling by the second.

- Do you need a hand to turn her?
- Mm.

Thanks.

Her rigor's not set in.

There's still warmth in her and
she's below the high-tide mark.

- I'd say in the last 12 hours.
- Can you narrow that?

Crime Scene are on their way.

My swimming bag's in the
boot. Help yourself to the towel.

Thank you.

Come on. Back to work.

Mr Bain? I'm Detective
Inspector Perez.

Mind if I come in?

Whar's du fae?

I'm fae Fair Isle... originally.

Oh.

And then Glasgow.
And now I live in Lerwick.

Yeah, we found a
body down by the beach.

I was wondering if maybe
you'd seen or heard anything.

I saw the birds.

Aye, they'll pick the
eyes out of a sickly lamb.

Then you have to break its neck.

Well, they... From up here,

they thought maybe
you might have seen.

Aye. Aye.

Something was
bringing the birds.

So you thought
you'd go have a look?

She was dead.

- Why didn't you phone the police?
- I don't have a phone.

You could have
called on a neighbour.

My neighbours don't speak to me.

What time was this?

Five.

I do not sleep so well
in the summertime.

It's Catherine Ross.

She was here Midsummer
night - and the teacher's lass.

I didnae ask them.
I didnae ken them.

They just came.

And then she come back
yesterday. She was on the bus.

- You saw Catherine Ross on the bus?
- No. It wasn't my day for Lerwick.

I was passing the stop
and she was getting off.

- This is yesterday, Sunday?
- Aye.

She knew I had a cake.

She was hungry. She'd
been walking all night.

She say why, or
where she'd been?

No.

Well, how long she stay?

An hour.

She said she was
going home to sleep.

Sorry to disturb, but...

..you're needed.

Where were you last night?

Here.

- In my bed.
- OK.

I'm gonna want to speak
to you again, Mr Bain.

Don't go anywhere without
letting us know. All right?

Why would I go?

It's not my day for Lerwick.

He knew her. She
visited him yesterday.

And he saw the
body this morning.

- He said that?
- He wasnae trying to hide it.

Said he saw her at 5am.

He doesnae sleep so
well this time of year.

Who does? It's never dark
enough for long enough.

You just wish someone
would turn the bloody light off.

From her pockets.

- And the phone?
- They've tried but there's water everywhere.

Plus there's a primary school up there.
We should move her as soon as we can.

OK. I'll get onto Aberdeen.

- Hey!
- Press.

You're right. We should probably
move her as quick as we can.

We haven't managed to
reach Catherine's father yet.

Can you tell me who she
stays with when he's offshore?

No-one.

Catherine only came to live with
Euan a year ago, when her mother died.

He'd lived on his own for years.
She was always at boarding school.

I don't think heavy-duty
parenting suited them.

Doesn't mean they
weren't fond of each other.

Somebody mentioned a teacher's
lassie. Do you know who that would be?

Yeah, that would be Sally Henry.

Her mother, Margaret, is
the teacher at the primary.

She and Catherine were friends.

It's been a terrible
shock for Sally.

A terrible shock for everyone.

Though maybe not a surprise.

She liked to provoke
a response, that one.

I'm sorry. I have
to ask you this.

Where were you last night,
Sally, and you, Mrs Henry?

Where do you think?
Asleep in our beds.

Do you know what Catherine
was up to at the weekend?

Of course, you can't
blame the children,

left to their own devices, drinking
themselves stupid in Lerwick every weekend.

I'll tell you what, Sally. Why don't you and me
go for a walk and get out of your mother's way?

- But I've made coffee.
- That's OK.

We'll take it with us.

What's going on?
Who's that with Sally?

There's been a death.
Her friend, Catherine Ross.

Is she all right?

Did you not hear the
woman? She's dead.

I meant Sally.

You know, whatever
you say to me...

..stays with me.

Your parents
don't get to hear it.

She didn't always tell
me what she was doing.

I'm not allowed out so much.

She didn't like to rub it in.

So what about Saturday night when
you went calling on Magnus Bain?

Catherine thought it would
be a dare to knock on his door.

And after that?

Went home.

What about Catherine?

Like I said, she didn't always
tell me what she was doing.

What about Sunday?

Yesterday. You see her then?

She called.

Late afternoon.

Couldn't come out
cos I had homework.

You were good friends, eh?

Never had a friend
like her before.

Catherine have a boyfriend?

No.

Did she have a girlfriend?

No.

Was anybody after her?

We used to joke about Mr Scott.

He was always
looking at her in class.

Teacher?

She thought he was ridiculous.

Perez isn't a Shetland name.

No.

Uh, they say they came over
with a shipwreck from the Armada...

..and a Spanish sailor fell in
love with a girl from Fair Isle.

You don't look very Spanish.

No, I think...

I think I probably
take after her.

What did your mum mean when she said
that Catherine liked to provoke people?

Catherine thought respect was
something adults had to earn.

She wasn't always polite.

What, to your mum?

To anyone.

Billy, you had any luck reaching
Euan Ross in North Cormorant?

- Not yet.
- Keep trying. We need to search his house.

And I want him to get this
from us, not from Facebook.

Yep. But...

I've been getting phone calls from
my friend Reg Gilbert - Mr Media -

about a possible
serial killer on Shetland.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You're my most senior detective.

You should be briefing me
about this, not the other way round.

I'm sorry. Can we go outside?

Oh...

You know why giving
up extends your life?

Cos every bloody hour
takes about three days to pass.

19 years ago, a child called Catriona
Bruce went missing from Ravenswick.

Same village?

They never found her body.

The team sent from Inverness
concluded there was no foul play

and she probably fell from the
cliff where she was seen playing.

But after today...

Reg is just digging
at the moment.

He's fishing for a story.
He's looking for a link.

If there's any chance he's gonna
find one, I want to know about it.

- It's the same address.
- What?

Catherine and Catriona.
It's the same address.

Hello.

Boss. I've got Euan
Ross on North Cormorant.

I'm connecting you now. OK?

OK. OK.

- Ah, hello?
- Hello, Mr Ross.

This is Detective
Inspector Perez.

Is somebody there with you?

Yeah, my manager.
What's going on?

Very bad news for you.

Your daughter, Catherine,
was found on the beach...

- at Ravenswick...
- My... What? My...

Your daughter's dead.

Euan.

Hello.

Oh, f... Cora.

- Cassie.
- Yeah.

I've got to go out for a wee
while. I'll be about an hour. OK?

OK.

Hey.

- What's up?
- Is it true Catherine Ross was assaulted?

You know... sexually.

Who's saying that?

People.

Facebook.

I have never known
a girl be killed...

and that not be
one of the remarks.

Which is depressing enough.

But, in this case,

I can absolutely promise
you it's pure speculation.

Time of death was between

midnight last night and
four o'clock this morning.

She was killed where she was
found, strangled with her own scarf.

Any sign of sexual assault?

No.

Anything else?

I'm just a GP.

Anything else can wait for
the pathologist in Aberdeen.

Who's gonna tell me
the same thing you will,

only in three days' time.

Cora.

There were scratch
marks on her neck

and skin tissue
under her fingernails.

My guess is you'll
find it's her own.

Because she was trying to get her
fingers under the scarf to pull it away.

But... no defensive injuries.

So either they took her
completely by surprise...

This time of year?
It's light all night.

Or she knew them well
enough to let them get very close.

What's your problem? Eh?

Come on, now.

Whisht.

You know, even if the team
from the mainland got it wrong,

and Catriona was abducted,

she was a child and her
body was never found.

Catherine was ten years older and
her body was left in an open space,

in full view.

Different victim profiles.
Different modus operandi.

Let alone the 19 years between them.
I really can't see the same hand in both.

What about the fact that they were from
the same village, lived in the same house?

- Even their names are similar.
- That's a coincidence the tabloids love.

But it's not a link.
What worries me

is that people are gonna
start talking about this

and, before you know it, people
are looking for freaks and monsters

and they're forgetting
about what they actually saw.

OK. We issue a statement.

"Despite certain similarities, the
police believe there is no connection

- between the death of et cetera, et cetera."
- Yes.

OK.

According to Cora - who, as
we all know, is never wrong -

time of death is between

midnight on Sunday
and 4am on Monday.

Saturday night. Midsummer.

Catherine and her friend,
Sally, go to a beach party

and then call in on Magnus Bain.

Sally goes home.

Catherine goes on to spend
the night away from home,

presumably in Lerwick, because
the next morning, Sunday,

she gets off the Lerwick bus
and she bumps into Magnus again

and goes back to
his house for cake.

Tea-time on Sunday,

she drops in on Jess Collins...

We know, from the door-to-door,
that she's seen several times after that.

The last sighting is 8:30, when she
pops into a neighbour's house for milk.

The whole family saw her.

She's killed...

..here, between 12
midnight and 4am.

I'm seeing the name
"Magnus Bain" a lot.

He saw the body and said
nothing. Plus, he's pretty odd.

"Pretty odd" isn't enough to
make us have a look at someone.

Plus he says that his
neighbours don't talk to him.

- Did we check up on that?
- It's not just them avoiding him.

He's pretty much a recluse.

- I can see him not reporting it.
- Do you know him?

Only by reputation.

Like Tosh says, odd.

If she knew her killer, do you
think she'd arrange to meet them?

See, maybe she was
already with them.

Boss, that was Aberdeen, about
the footprints you photographed.

They're from her own boots.

Oh, what about the piece
of fibre under her nail?

Nothing yet, but the school
are expecting you any time now.

Tosh, you're with me.
Sandy, take the Ross house.

Check out Catherine's bedroom.

You all knew Catherine.

And maybe some of you know
- or knew - things about her

that she would rather
have kept private.

But we need to know
who she was with...

..and what she was doing in the
24 hours leading up to her death.

Whenever someone dies,

especially in
circumstances like this,

there's always rumours about what
may or may not have happened...

..and they don't help.

Cos all they do is
make people scared.

And I don't want
you to be scared.

Sergeant Mclntosh is
going to be here all morning.

So if any of you know something
- it doesn't matter what it is -

then please come and talk to us.

Could you return
to your form rooms

unless you have specific
information for the police.

OK. Did you know her well?

Hugo Scott?

I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

I was wondering if I could have a
word with you about Catherine Ross.

Where was she
found? At the beach?

Somebody told me
it was Magnus Bain.

My new driver. And it's all
the way down and straight in.

Sorry.

Can I talk to you?

Give me a second.

What's up?

I taught her film and photography
as part of her Media Studies.

I was also her
registration teacher.

- What was she like?
- Bright.

And challenging. She
could be hard work.

But she was also receptive.

And interested. And engaged.

They're not all like
that, believe me.

- Was she popular?
- Admired... certainly.

But perhaps a bit too
spiky for real popularity.

A satirical eye and an
impressive line in contempt.

Even by 17-year-old standards.

It doesn't necessarily endear
you to your contemporaries.

Nor your teachers,
I would imagine.

No. No, Catherine and I
understood each other very well.

Did you ever see
her outside of school?

Not by arrangement, if
that's what you're suggesting.

By accident, then?

It's almost impossible to
avoid if you live in Lerwick.

I'm thinking of moving to
Bressay and learning to row.

What brought you to
Shetland in the first place?

I wanted to be somewhere where
there's scope to make a real difference.

You know, hearts and minds.

Honest to God, it was
like a confessional in there.

The broken hearts and sexual
health of an entire generation in detail.

I'll tell you, if Cassie ever brings home
a boy called Peanuts, be very afraid.

- What about Catherine?
- She was definitely an outsider,

but I got the
impression it was choice.

They were all going on about how she
made a point of not using social media.

Self-conscious about wanting
to stand out from the crowd.

Did anybody mention anything
about a teacher called Hugo Scott?

Not to me.

OK. Well, do me a
bit of digging, will you?

- See if there's anything of interest.
- OK.

Boss, you had a visitor while
you were out. Alan Isbister.

The Whalsay playboy?

He had to go over to the pier in his very
expensive car for a very important meeting,

but he said he'd call in
again on his way back.

Apparently, it's about the case.

Excuse me. I'm
looking for Alan Isbister.

- Didnae know you were working here.
- You know me, Jack of all trades.

- As long as it pays.
- Saving up for another wedding to cancel?

- Isbister's in the dry dock.
- Thanks, Drew.

Give my best to Tosh.

Inspector Perez.

- I told your man I'd call back.
- He's my sergeant. He's not my butler.

And the next time you've got
information relating to a crime,

you give it to
whoever's on the desk.

- Do you understand?
- I hear you.

I'm just trying to do my
good citizen thing here. OK?

Well, get on with it.

So... I always throw
a Midsummer party.

Usually starts when all
the others are finishing.

Stop the hangovers
starting, keep drinking.

Catherine Ross was there.

I didn't... I didn't know her. I just
recognised her face from the news.

Who brought her along?

I just get the booze in, open the doors
and let the party take care of itself.

I could give you a list of the people
I did invite, if that helps you out.

She was just part of the crowd.
I hardly noticed her, you know.

And you're what,
30, and she's 17?

And that didnae
make her stand out?

It was an open house.

Probably a couple of
70 year olds there, too.

Where is this "open house"?

My place on the main island.

The Haa.

You stay on the main
island till I tell you different.

This is a list of everyone
that he remembers.

- What about the ones he doesn't remember?
- Treat it as a starting point.

Where was Catherine? Who was
she with? What was she doing?

You know Isbister's
got a reputation.

I fancied 17-year-olds when I was
17. You're supposed to grow out of it.

Oh, come on. That's
just cheap gossip.

Pretty widely circulated.

Alan just never grew up.

His dad's the big man who made the
family fortune with the pelagic trawler.

Plus, his mother never
wanted him out of her sight.

I thought the Isbisters were in
haulage. You see trucks everywhere.

The trawling's
the real business.

This is half the bloody island.

Why wasn't I invited?

Billy. Can you get me the CCTV

for Union Street, Harbour Street

and Lower Hillhead
on Midsummer's night?

- Billy.
- Yes?

2:40am, Commercial Street.

Yes, boss.

Where's she heading?

The Esplanade?

Pier?

Bus station.

How are you getting
on with your list?

All right, but it's
gonna take a while.

To the party you
were never invited to.

- Do you know something?
- No. What?

Lerwick bus station, Saturday
night into Sunday morning.

Excellent. Cheers, Billy.

Maybe we've missed her.

Maybe she was
heading somewhere else.

There she is.

Hello. Lerwick station.

All right. OK.

Boss. It's Euan
Ross. He's landed.

OK.

You know, when we
found Catherine's body,

she didn't have her
house keys or her phone.

We don't usually lock the doors.

But her phone... She never
went anywhere without it.

Maybe she... she left in a rush.

The officer that searched the
house couldn't find it there either.

What, you...? You
think someone took it?

It's like a mugging
that went wrong?

No, it doesn't look like that.

17. It's young...
to be living alone.

- Is that a question?
- No.

I mean, it's a lot of freedom,
you know, nobody asking...

..where you're going...
what you're doing...

..when you're gonna be home.

Do you know what
she did with it?

She went out.

Not so much.

She liked her own company.

You know, I went to that school.

From Fair Isle.

It was right cliquey.

It's hard being on the outside.

Can I ask you a question?

Yeah.

Was it quick?

Quick.

Not instant.

Hello, Jess. I'm a wee
bit worried about Euan.

What will the neighbours say?
Two male visitors in one night!

Practically a knocking shop.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to interrupt your evening.

Oh, no, no, no. Duncan just dropped
by to see how I was getting on.

Thank you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, do you two know
each other, then?

Well, um... my ex and Jimmy were together
for a long time before she passed on.

The result of which is that we now share our
very lovely and very strong-willed daughter.

I'm her father, Jimmy's her dad.

Yeah. I should be getting
back to her. Good night.

Here. Could you just hold
that? I just want to have a word.

Jimmy.

- What are you doing?
- What?

Have you told
her you're married.

Come on. It's just
a glass of wine.

Cos Cassie's just
getting over the last time.

Jimmy.

Oh, would you stop taking that
dog for a swim every morning.

It's his wee bath. How would you
like it if I told you to stop washing?

I smell better after I've
washed. A wet dog stinks.

Tosh.

- This is a briefing. Brief as.
- I looked into Hugo Scott.

Nice shiny teaching
record. No previous anything.

As for everyone in Ravenswick
the night Catherine was killed,

most of them were in bed, so verifiable
alibis are proving a bit of a problem.

OK. How about Alan
Isbister's party guests?

Still working my way through.
Nothing for any of them so far.

There's... a lot of talk
round about Magnus Bain.

I'm not having this investigation
being driven by public opinion.

- Maybe we should be looking at him.
- We are.

But we're asking questions.
We're not jumping to conclusions.

- Weirdo!
- Retard!

- Paedophile!
- Pervert!

- You bastard!
- Manky old slag!

Stupid old tosser!

OK, Magnus Bain's told me that the reason
Catherine agreed to go back to his house

was because she
knew he had cake.

How?

I think she could have
got cake from anyone.

But could you think of any other reason
why she might have been drawn back there?

Probably him being so weird.

Catherine liked
freaks and misfits.

Why'd she like you, then?

Cos you don't strike me
as either of those two things.

Maybe being a teacher's kid
is OK if your parent is popular.

If they're not, it's pretty
much the definition of both.

So... you're going to
talk to Magnus Bain?

Better late than
never, I suppose.

Mrs Henry, is there something you
think I should know? Something concrete.

People used to think they were doing a
kindness, letting their children talk to him.

More innocent back then.

We know better these days.

Don't we?

Hm. OK.

Thanks for your time.

Where's my dad?

On the hill.

What's wrong with that?

Environmental
officer. It's his job.

You know what?
Whatever he's doing,

and whoever he's doing
it with, I don't blame him.

- Who's the wee girl?
- Agnes.

She's my sister.

She's dead.

Is that your mother?

There's no milk.

Aye, it's my day for Lerwick.

I couldn't get out.

You know why they
came, don't you, Magnus?

Cos they think you had something
to do with Catherine's death.

No.

What did you do
after she had gone?

TV.

What did you watch?

It was some lad
fishing off a boat.

Mm.

Maybe that was yesterday.

Right, Magnus...

Did anyone see you between
Catherine leaving here on Sunday morning

and me calling in
on you the next day?

Anyone who could
say where you were?

OK.

Now, what I'd like to do...

..is I'd like to take
your fingerprints...

..and a sample of your DNA.

You don't have to do
either of those things...

..but it would help me to prove
where you have and haven't been.

Gets in the cracks.

Takes a long time to come off.

Have you been
fingerprinted before?

- When Catriona went missing?
- No.

I told them I never seen her.

They went away.

Nobody sends me letters.

- It's from Catherine Ross.
- What is it?

She sent me a letter.

So... why did she
take that, Magnus?

I'd asked them to come back this term
with a pitch for their end-of-year project.

Could have been
something to do with that.

Do you have any
idea how it was taken?

Surely the subject would know.

Subject isn't
technologically minded.

Uh... Catherine liked retro.

She wanted a Hasselblad
but she couldn't afford one.

- What's a Hasselblad?
- Uh, it's a camera...

that gives you
the square format.

They're expensive.

Catherine got an app
on her phone instead.

What? That was taken on a phone?

So she'd have had to
have taken it, gone home...

downloaded it and
then printed it off?

She could have printed
it straight from her phone.

But, looking at it, I'd say
she did some work on it first.

Yeah, crunching the blacks.

It's very Don McCullin.

It's very Catherine.

Catherine Ross took a photograph
of Magnus Bain, with a phone,

on the day she died.

So can we get onto Aberdeen

and see if they can get a timing for
when she downloaded it onto her laptop?

- Sure.
- What happened in Ravenswick?

Fingerprinting and a DNA sample.

And, apparently, this isn't the first
time that Magnus has been fingerprinted,

so can we see if we've got
anything on record for that?

- Got it.
- Alibi?

He doesn't have an alibi!

The man's a recluse.

He doesn't see anybody
from one week's end to the next

unless it's his day
for bloody Lerwick!

But he has no motive.

There is nothing tying
him to this except talk,

and talk can be generated.

What if somebody wants
us to be looking at him?

What if it's misdirection?

Like who?

I don't know.

Somebody with enough money to
buy all the rumour-mongering they want.

Sorry, Tosh.

Right...

- What have I missed?
- The pathology report came through.

Nothing new. Basically,
it's exactly what Cora said.

And forensics got back about
the fibre under Catherine's nail.

It's hemp - from a rug.

- What kind of rug?
- Uh...

Antique and most probably of Turkish origin.
Apparently they can tell from the dye.

Uh-huh.

Let me see that
Isbister party list.

You said to me that you'd never arranged
to meet Catherine outside of school.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

So she never came to this flat?

Why would she?

Nice rug.

That Turkish?

- Yes.
- Yeah, very distinctive.

Very distinctive patterns. Very
distinctive dyes. Apparently.

Catherine bit her nails.
Did you notice that?

It was maybe
nerves. I don't know.

Anyway, makes them ragged.

So things get caught
under them, like fibres.

OK. I want a solicitor.

Yeah, I think
that's a good idea.

"Very Don McCullin."

Hm? What does that mean?

You can look at a beautiful
photograph taken with insight and care

and you look at it like
you've seen it all before,

like there's nothing new
in the world for you at all.

All the things you
said about Catherine,

that she was interested, receptive and
engaged, that wasn't about her, was it?

It was about you, about
how she responded to you.

She came in to borrow a DVD.

That's all.

And she got a fibre from your rug
caught underneath her nail how exactly?

We talked.

She may have sat on the floor.

- Am I under arrest?
- You are now.

My mum thinks I'm in my room.

What if she checks?

Just tell her you
fancied a walk.

You should come
to the boat sometime.

It's a bit more private.

Would you like that?

Can't hear you at the back.

Yes.

Before term broke up, I'd mentioned
a couple of films I thought she'd like.

I said if she couldn't get a hold
of them, I'd lend them to her.

What sort of films?

French New Wave.

And so Catherine called
in to pick them up when?

- Saturday night.
- What time?

Midnight.

- She said she was passing.
- At midnight?

I assumed she'd
come from a party.

I was just heading out
to Isbister's do and...

she asked if I
could take her along.

Did Catherine know about
Isbister's before you mentioned it?

I can't remember.

I'd been drinking.

That's why I was
less circumspect...

And so, being less circumspect than
usual, you agreed to take her along?

We need you to say it.

For the tape.

Yes, I agreed to take her.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

Because once I got
her in, she disappeared.

I didn't see her again. I
had nothing useful to tell you.

- And I knew how it would look.
- How's that?

As if I was having an
inappropriate relationship with her?

Were you?

No.

No.

Excuse me. Tosh.

Tosh, we're asking questions.
We're not scoring points.

So stop baiting him.

Sorry. He's a spineless
tosser, though.

I know that.

But I mean it.

She was 17.

I met Drew when I was 17.

It's very young.

- I'll be fine here.
- You sure?

It's just across the hill.

You won't get spooked, after
what happened to your friend?

- It's misty.
- No, I've done it before. I'll just run.

OK.

See you.

If you have finished sulking,
your tea's in the oven.

Oh. I thought you were Sally.

- Where is she?
- Upstairs in her room.

No, she's not. I just looked.

Well, she was asking about you?

I said you were on the hill.

After everything that's
happened, she's out there alone.

Alex, wait. Alex!

Sally!

Catherine?

Catherine!

- Sally!
- Sally!

Sally!

Dad!

- Dad!
- Sally!

- Dad!
- Give me your hand.

- Come on, sweetheart.
- Dad, there's something in there!

Dad!

Sir.

Excuse me.

They've found a body
on the hill in Ravenswick.

They think it's Catriona Bruce.