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The coastguard get Peter
Latimer back to Lerwick OK?

Yeah. Anna's body too.

He'll be in a
hospital bed by now.

I mean, look at this.

What does that look like to you?

Like something was
dragged from here inside.

Yeah, that's what I think.

Hard to tell.

Hard to tell.

Burgh Road.

Church Road.

Church Road camera 2.

Commercial Street.

Burgh Road,

Church Road, Church
Road camera 2.

Commercial Street. Camera down.

That was the hospital.

It's Latimer. His
condition's deteriorating.

I think you'd better
get down there, quick.

Three, four, five.

One, two...

Four, five.

One, two...

They must have some idea
when planes can fly again.

Darling, please.

Patience.

You're fine. You have
your work to distract you.

Did you not bring a book or...

Why would I bring a book?

I came here to see Bill.

On our anniversary.

There's plenty of books
here if you want to...

They're not all about birds.

Somebody left
their Da Vinci Code.

Tosh...

That's Latimer's.

- Sure?
- Mm-hm.

It was there when I
searched his room.

So, what do you think?

He came out here with
a hipflask full of whisky

and then fell asleep
with a cigarette on the go?

I had an uncle who did
something similar with a chip pan.

He nearly burnt
himself to a crisp.

He's only allowed
oven-ready now.

Do you still want
to talk to Finlay?

Aye.

And the rest.

After Frank attacked him,

you'd have thought he'd have
stayed in here for his own safety.

He could drink in here.
He could smoke in here.

He's disabled the alarm.

So after all the aggro yesterday,
why would you put yourself at risk again

and tramp half way across the
island to booze it up in a cold, dark hut.

- It doesn't make sense.
- He must have gone there to meet someone.

Sir...

Peter Latimer's just died.

He went into cardiac arrest
and couldn't be resuscitated.

They're making arrangements
to move the body now.

OK.

Before they do, have
Cora examine the body

and request that they
fast-track the forensics.

I'll call her now.

Peter Latimer just died.

Two work colleagues killed in suspicious
circumstances less than 24 hours apart.

I know.

And when Anna was attacked,
there were no defensive wounds.

Nobody heard a thing.

And I think people here know a
lot more than they're letting on.

You think it's the same
person involved in both deaths?

Maybe.

Unless Latimer's a
revenge killing for Anna.

But we shouldn't get too far ahead of
ourselves until we've spoken to Cora.

And in the meantime we
should be talking to her stalker.

Where is everybody?

Frank's not here. Joe's
been missing since last night.

Finlay, I'd like a word
with you in private, please.

In the reading room.

As soon as Frank gets back,
tell him I want to see him.

I would like to... apologise
for my behaviour yesterday.

That's very big of you.

You know you're probably
facing a charge of obstruction?

You managed to access
the memory card, then?

Eventually, yes.

It was quite an eye-opener.

- You can understand my reaction.
- I don't care about your reaction.

I'm far more concerned about
your behaviour in the first place.

Because you've got hundreds
of photographs of Anna Blake.

Well, you can't always control
how you feel about people.

How did you feel about her?

I...

- I mean, did you love her, did you hate her?
- I worshipped her.

I just wanted to
be part of her life.

To be close to her.

The photographs were the
only option available to me.

That's not really true.

She could have
any man she wanted.

You can imagine what she'd make
of an advance from the likes of me.

OK.

What about Gina?

What about her?

You know about that?

I never would have hurt
Anna and I never hurt Gina.

- You scared Gina, though.
- No, I was teasing her.

I wanted her to know
she had a secret admirer.

She didn't want one.

And I'm very sure that
neither did Anna Blake.

Take a seat.

I'd like to know exactly
where you were last night.

I was around here.

Be more specific.

I was at the chapel.

For how long?

I got there about six.

And I left at around 8:30.

- Around 8:30?
- Yeah.

Well, I wasn't
looking at my watch.

Why did you stay so long?

I was praying for Anna.

Sir?

You'd better be
telling me the truth.

Bill and Tessa have given each other
an alibi. They were together in their room.

That's very handy.

I feel a bit sorry for them.

Some wedding anniversary.

- I take it that's not why you called me out here?
- Your dad called. He said Frank's at the chapel.

Popular place.

He's worried about him. He said
he's been there since first light.

Hi, Joe.

- Is Angus in?
- No, he's not.

Is that the truth?

Look, I'm really sorry... about
what happened to your mum.

You know, we're
all really sorry, Joe.

Will you even tell
him that I called?

Of course I'll tell him.

You should go back.

- You got the note, didn't you?
- Eh?

You found the note.

Come on, son.
You'd better go back.

What note?

I don't know what he's on about.

He hasn't moved for two hours.

OK, Dad.

Peter Latimer died of his
injuries 45 minutes ago.

You expecting regret?

I'm not expecting anything.

God knows it was coming.

What makes you say that?

On many occasions I had to go up to
the hide to fetch him when he was half cut

as he'd sloped
off for a session.

So you knew he drank, then?

When he first arrived, he played
the Oxford golden boy to a tee.

But after a while,
I got to know him.

I saw a different side to him.

Which was what?

Crippling self-doubt
about the work.

Is it good enough?

Is it original enough?

Am I making a contribution?

In short, are they
wasting their lives?

Well, we've all thought
like that from time to time.

No. Not Anna.

Anna never had any self-doubt.

Her personal life might have been a bit
of a mess but when it came to her work...

She was something else.

Where were you last night?

I was at the centre.

Anybody verify that?

No. I was alone.

Do you know where Joe is?

Apparently he's gone missing.

Joe often goes off on his own.

He's a loner.

He always has been.

I've been using it as an excuse
to be a bad father for far too long.

Joe wouldn't hurt anyone.

No, I'm not suggesting he would.

I just need to
establish where he was.

Maybe I should have
said he was with me.

It wouldn't make any difference
in the end, would it, Frank?

How is he?

Coping as best
he can, I suppose.

The sooner this nightmare ends,

the sooner we can start repairing
the damage done to this community.

We're going as
fast as we can, Dad.

I know that, son, but this place is
unlike anywhere else in so many respects.

Even Finlay has found God.

Gordon came in last night to lock
up and he found him just sitting there.

Didn't want to disturb him.

What time was that?

About half past
eight, I think he said.

For the sake of this
wee lump of rock, Jimmy,

catch this person.

Don't worry, Dad.

Hi. Finlay Caulfield
looks like he's got an alibi.

According to my dad, he was at the
chapel last night at about half past eight,

which would make it impossible
for him to have set fire to the hide.

Angus.

- Any luck?
- Getting there.

Most passwords are
run through an algorithm

to generate a scrambled string of characters
that can't be reversed back to the original text.

- Right.
- That's called a one-way hash.

So, to crack a password means getting
a copy of the one-way hash on the server,

then using the algorithm to generate
lots of hashes until you get a match.

- And does that mean you're getting there?
- It's only a matter of when.

Right.

OK, I think you're right.

Peter and Anna
were having an affair.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

And if you're right, then that would
give Frank a motive for killing them both.

Extreme.

Betrayal and
humiliation are extreme.

Bingo!

I got you in.

He was clearly on the bubble.

The what?

It's an expression used by surgeons in the
US military for patients with 50% burns.

"On the bubble" refers to a patient balanced
on the threshold between life and death.

Why bubble?

Apparently it relates to the
Indy 500 Race in America.

If a driver was only just about
to qualify for the race proper,

and a rival posted
a better time,

the first driver's
dreams are dashed

and his bubble is burst.

Isn't that terrific?

Not if you're that driver.

Oh, no.

But as a metaphor, it's...

Oh...

Hello...

What's this?

- Tosh.
- Mm-hm?

There's nothing of any note in Anna's
inboxes or outboxes but there's... this.

"Dear Professor Martinez..."

Who's that?

- It's Latimer's department head at Oxford.
- Oh.

"I am duty bound by
our professional ethics

to report a distressing situation
relating to your colleague Peter Latimer."

Oh, my God.

Latimer was fabricating
research data.

And look at the
date it's written.

Two weeks before she died.

Why wasn't it sent?

Obviously something
happened to stop her.

- Such as?
- Well...

their trip to Lerwick
was only three days later.

You think it's related?

Right,

I won't be long.

How are you?

I don't know
where to put myself.

We lost someone.

It changes how you
look at the world.

But you live.

Sandy.

Cora found a fracture at
the back of Latimer's skull.

In her view, it was almost
certainly caused by a severe blow.

Right, what, a fall?

No, the location of the fracture isn't one
normally associated with impact fractures

resulting from a fall backwards.

In Cora's view, Latimer
was hit hard from behind.

- OK, good work.
- Oh, and I found footage of Anna and Latimer

entering Commercial Street.

But the cameras on Commercial
Street itself were down that day.

I'm going to try
and bridge that gap.

Right, keep in touch cos
you're all I've got over there, OK?

Frank.

Why would Peter Latimer start
fabricating his research data?

What are you talking about?

Well, I just found the draft of an
accusatory email on Anna's computer

intended for Latimer's department
head at Oxford University.

A draft? Written when?

Two weeks ago.

I've no idea what
all that's about.

I've no idea why
she didn't send it.

It's not Anna. Anna dealt with
everything in the moment when it occurred.

That way she could focus
on what was really important.

Right, her work.

What about her relationship
with Peter Latimer?

Is it possible that there was something
going on between the two of them?

Did you ever have
any suspicions?

No.

It never occurred to me.

Is that it?

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

Can I go now?

For now, sure.

Are you any closer to finding
out who actually killed her?

I mean, it's an island.

How difficult can it be?

Sergeant, could you
take a look at this for me?

What have we got?

Are the timelines for these
CCTV footages correct?

Yeah.

Well, then it looks to me like when
Latimer enters Commercial Street,

he's not got a bag.

And when he leaves, he has.

Sir, Sandy noticed that
Latimer was carrying a backpack

when they emerged
from Commercial Street.

And you didn't find it when
you searched Latimer's room?

And you searched his
room in the morning,

which means it must already have been
missing by the time the hide was set alight.

It was odd that he
went out that morning.

He must have known that it
was going to look suspicious.

Are you sure this is where
you saw Latimer, Tosh?

- Yep, over there.
- Yeah.

Definitely. That's
approximately 275 yards to there.

- That's impressive.
- Well, I spent a lifetime at sea

estimating the distance
between one wave and the other.

- You get that wrong and you can be...
- Quite literally sunk.

Shall we...?

Sure you don't want to check
out the wreckage of the Heinkel?

No, I think it's a
wee bit obvious, Dad.

What's the Heinkel?

The German plane
brought down in 1941.

It's just up over
the hill there.

Hello.

- Frank.
- Sandy.

I was just about to call you.

The pathologist confirms Cora's
suspicion about Latimer's head injury.

He would have had to be running
backwards into a tree at 30 mph

- to sustain that amount of damage.
- OK.

Any more from
Forensics on Anna Blake?

They're still working on
the bruising on her face.

- More as it comes through.
- Right.

I also want you to go into the Royal
Bank of Scotland on Commercial Street.

I want you to ask them if there
was a withdrawal for £10,000

under the name of Peter Latimer.

OK. OK, I'll do that now.

Right.

Pathology have confirmed that
Peter Latimer was hit from behind.

So he hid the 10 grand in the
morning knowing that we were arriving.

Why didn't he want to
be found with it on him?

He took the money out with Anna,

so it's reasonable to assume
it had something to do with her.

Righty, well,
whatever the reason,

get on to Rhona and tell her that we're
now looking at a double murder inquiry

and that I think that we're looking
for the same killer for both crimes.

- Hi, Joe.
- I need to speak to you.

OK.

I know who killed my mother.

OK. Come on in, son.

Have a seat, if you like.

This is Detective
Sergeant Mclntosh.

Hiya.

I was just about to make a
cup of tea. Do you want one?

Right, what do you take?

Milk.

Just milk?

- Don't you want to know?
- Sure.

I'm just a wee bit concerned that it's
taken you this long to come and tell us.

Donnie Tulloch.

Donnie Tulloch?

Donnie Tulloch killed your mum?

Yes.

That's a really
serious allegation, Joe.

How do you know this?

He was at the research
centre that night.

Well, of course he was.

Cos the dance was for
Angus' 18th birthday party

and most of the
island was there.

You know, your mum wasn't
attacked until everyone had gone home.

So, why Donnie?

I mean, why would
he do a thing like that?

- They didn't want me there.
- Who didn't?

Donnie, and my parents.

Didn't want you where?

The dance?

They wanted me
anywhere but there.

They had an agreement.

To make me stay away.

I'm sorry, Joe. I
don't understand.

You had an agreement to
stay away from the dance?

No.

From Angus.

Yes. The name is Peter Latimer.

Yes.

£10,000 in cash.

Can you give that dog something to eat?
I cannae take the big doe eyes any more.

- It's for his own good.
- Can you take him for a walk or something?

Honestly, I cannae bear it.

Come on.

OK. Could you try...

Dr Peter Latimer?

So did Donnie and Isobel

see you as being a
bad influence on Angus?

Donnie did.

I don't think Isobel
knew about us.

And what about Angus?

Did he feel the same way?

- I thought so.
- Right.

And then Donnie found
out about the relationship?

He saw us together.

Hit the roof.

So your parents agreed
to send you away?

My mother did.

But you came back on
Angus' 18th birthday?

Yes.

And you came back
to make a point?

I suppose so.

Hi, Sandy.

They got into an
argument that night.

Donnie and Mum.

He blames her for me
turning up out of the blue.

Said she wasn't taking the
situation seriously enough.

Right. First things first,

Donnie is in the
wrong about this, Joe.

But there is absolutely no evidence
to connect him with any crime.

You covering up for your friend?

No, son.

But I can't go around accusing
people of murder based on nothing.

Peter Latimer didn't withdraw
£10,000 from his bank account.

Anna withdrew it from hers.

It smells like some sort
of pay-off but for what?

Where are you going?

I need to go and talk
to Donnie about Joe.

I need some straight answers.

Donnie?

- Hello.
- Oh...

I didn't think we'd
see you today.

- How's it going?
- Fine, fine.

- Er, is Donnie here?
- He's in the kitchen.

- He smelt my scones from over the road.
- Ah.

He's got a nose
like a bloodhound.

Hello.

- There's some serious baking going on in there.
- So I see.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- What are you two doing?
- Just playing some stupid game.

Yeah, it's for kids
really. We're regressing.

Well, maybe that's no bad thing.

Jimmy, you can't
stop them growing up.

No matter how much you want to.

No, no, just to stop you
worrying about them.

- How's she?
- She's fine.

- Yeah?
- She's fine.

Right.

You got time for a cuppa?

No, I want to talk to Donnie.

I thought I heard your voice.

You got time for a
wee chat in private?

- Oh. Sounds serious.
- Mm-hm.

- Kitchen's all yours.
- Thanks, Mum.

- I was thinking of you today actually.
- Why's that?

I was up at the
south lighthouse.

Reminded me of the time when
we broke in there. Remember?

No, I remember that
you broke in there.

No, it was your idea.

I was just the muscle.

That was the same summer
there was those um...

..geography students
got stranded, wasn't it?

That's right.

You and me and 15 girls.

Happy days, eh?

I need to ask you a
couple of questions.

Fire away.

Did you and Anna Blake have
an argument the night she died?

No. Why would we?

Just somebody said they overheard
you and her having words, that's all.

Who?

Well, if it didnae happen,
it doesnae matter, does it?

We had a discussion.

It was a wee bit heated.

About what?

Come on, it's personal, Jimmy.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

It doesn't have anything
to do with what happened.

That's for me to decide.

Are you interviewing me?

Is that what this is?

I need to know things like this.

It helps me see the big picture.

It was about the kids.

Joe has been
leading Angus astray.

He's bad news, Jimmy.

He's a troubled boy.

Anna had her head in the
sand about the whole thing.

You're not thinking I had
something to do with her death?

I never said that.

Jimmy...

You really think I could
do something like that?

I don't think
anything of the sort.

I'll tell you this, though,

it's not just Anna Blake that
could stick her head in the sand.

- Tosh.
- I've just had a thought.

I'm not sure if it's a good
thought but it's a thought.

Well, try me.

Well, if we're looking for proof of
an affair between Latimer and Anna,

then who better
to ask than Finlay?

He's been recording every detail of her
life for the past few months, hasn't he?

Potato scones?

That's what used to pass
for a vegetable in my house.

Don't look so concerned, Finlay.

I'm just going to ask
you a couple of questions.

That is excellent news.

Thank you.

The storm has
moved over to Iceland.

Commercial flights are
due to resume in three hours.

The new research group
will be arriving soon.

So we can go?

You'd better tell Finlay.

He'll be pleased.

You took 362
photographs of Anna Blake.

You must have spent quite
a bit of time watching her,

so you must have seen things and
heard things that nobody else did.

I'm not a gossip,
Detective Inspector.

Mm.

When I spoke to you earlier,

you told me that Anna Blake
could have any man she wanted.

So did she want Peter Latimer?

It doesn't feel right
talking about her like this.

She did something
stupid and she regretted it.

- Did she have an affair?
- Briefly.

How brief?

It didn't last any longer
than... three weeks.

It started when
Latimer first arrived.

Why did it end?

She grew tired of him.

He was flattered
by her attention

and then, when she withdrew
it, he slunk back to the bottle.

And did Frank know?

Well, not at first.

- But he found out?
- Yeah.

Angus still overseeing Cassie?

He is, aye.

What's wrong, Donnie?

Ah, it's nothing.

I know when something's wrong.

I saw Jimmy on the road back.

He asked me a
couple of questions.

- He asked you a couple of questions?
- Aye.

About what?

Forget about it.

It doesn't matter.

Finlay said I'd
find you up here.

I needed to give
myself something to do.

Do you mind if we have a word?

Come in.

- So has there been a development?
- Yeah, in a manner of speaking.

Um, it's about Anna
and Peter Latimer.

Right.

We have a statement that says
that they were having an affair.

What?

Yeah, I'm sorry to
break it to you like that

but I had a feeling that
maybe you suspected

after you told me that
your wife was not perfect.

No, no, no, you
misunderstood. I was...

OK, you have to
stop lying to me.

I don't know whose reputation you're
trying to protect, your own or your wife's,

but whichever way it is, you have
to start being straight with me now.

It didn't seem relevant.

It wasn't the first time.

Well, then of course it's relevant,
especially if it's not the first time.

She promised me
that it had stopped.

You know...

All that.

The... the affairs.

I hated it.

I hated it.

But I learnt to live with it.

You should have told me.

You should also have told me
about Anna sending Joe away.

Anna only did
that to protect him.

I know it may not look like the
perfect marriage to you but...

we loved each other.

Tosh.

Finlay's confirmed that Anna and
Peter Latimer were having an affair

and Frank knew about it.

- He knew?
- Yeah, I don't think Anna realised that.

I think she was
trying to protect him.

Did you mention the 10 grand?

No. I didnae want
to finish him off

with the notion that Anna might
also have been planning to leave him.

- She wasn't, was she?
- I know that

but, you know, it might
have occurred to Frank.

Maybe when Anna told
Latimer about the email,

he threatened her back
with telling Frank about them.

She knew it would
break Frank in half.

Well, that would certainly explain
why the email was never sent.

And possibly the
£10,000 pay-off.

Mm.

Isobel, you can't be in here.

I need to talk to you, Jimmy.

That's fine, but we
should go outside.

What's going on? Why
did you question Donnie?

Look, let's go for a walk.

Was he having an affair with
Joe Blake's mum? Is that it?

No, it's nothing like that.

I mean, I don't even think it's something
you should be that worried about.

Look, I was the first girl who
ever let you kiss her. You owe me.

Talk to Donnie.

Talk to him about Angus and Joe.

OK?

It'll be fine.

I've got Sandy on the line.
He was checking out Latimer

and he came across a conference
in Hawaii eight years ago

that Latimer was presenting a paper
at. You're going to want to hear this.

OK, well, put him
on speakerphone.

OK, Sandy, what have you got?

Also giving a paper at
the same conference...

Dr Bill Warren.

Latimer's CV is relatively
short and uninteresting

because of his age and the
fact that he's not very prolific.

So I just thought I'd do some
more research on Bill Warren.

And he found this,
taken at Infotaka in 1997.

It's a research station on a
nature reserve in Malaysia.

This is Bill Warren 17 years ago

and this woman whose waist he
has his arm so comfortably around...

Is Anna Blake.

And one more thing.

There is also an online blog written
by Bill and his 12-year-old son David

when they took a trip of a lifetime
to the Galápagos Islands in 2009.

Is there a picture of the boy?

He looks just like Joe Blake.

Yeah, but it is
definitely David Warren.

He died of leukaemia six
months after the trip was made.

It was because he had terminal
leukaemia that they went.

So Anna Blake and Bill Warren

were in Malaysia 17 years ago.

Anna Blake's son Joe is 17.

And to rewind a bit, Bill Warren
said that before he came to Fair Isle,

he didn't know Anna Blake
except through her work.

So he lied. And we all know why.

Dr Warren.

Are you waiting on someone?

Sort of. The planes are flying again.
We managed to get seats on the 6:30.

I was just looking to see
if I could spot it coming in.

You've got just enough time
to answer a couple of questions.

Yes, of course, if it'll
help. I'll let my wife know.

No, it's OK. It won't take long.

- If you'd just come into the reading room.
- All right.

All right, Is? Cup of tea?

Yep.

Angus, can you go up
to your room, please.

I'm not five, you know.

I just want to talk to
your dad in private. Go on.

Oh, Christ. I can barely get
you out of the bloody room

and now you want to be in
the belly of the kirk. Go on.

Go on, Angus.

Talk to me about Joe Blake, now.

Joe.

Where have you been?

Does it matter?

We need to talk.

It's a bit late for
talking, don't you think?

I should never have agreed to
you being sent away. It was wrong.

But at the time we thought that
maybe a bit of breathing space...

You know, with your mother I didn't always
feel that I had the right to intervene.

But you're my son.

And I love you.

You made me feel
ashamed of who I am.

I know.

And that will never
happen again.

I promise.

Did you know that Anna
had fallen pregnant?

No.

Though we maintained contact for a year
or so afterwards. Professional contact.

And she made no
mention of a child.

- So you had no idea that you had a son?
- No.

But when you arranged
the placement here...

I knew it was her, of course.

18 years is a long time.

There was no reason to suppose it
would affect our working relationship here.

And it didn't.

And it didn't occur to you that every time
she mentioned Joe, she was talking about...

She wasn't in the habit
of talking about him.

Joe wasn't here in my time on
Fair Isle, so I never came across him.

Until the dance, right.

Tessa said that she had
seen a boy on the boat

who looked so much like David
that it broke her heart all over again.

We've seen a photograph.

He looked like a
lovely boy, Dr Warren.

We were extremely close.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's OK. It's OK.

Just take your time.

When I found out that Joe was
Anna's son, I put two and two together.

And, what, you
confronted her with that?

Yes.

Anna told me that she had discovered she was
pregnant on the flight home from Malaysia.

And as was her character, by the time
the flight had landed she had decided

that it was in the best interests of all
concerned that I remain blissfully ignorant

while she and Frank
bring up the child as theirs.

When I knew the truth,

I felt like I'd lost
two children.

I couldn't believe
she'd done that to me.

Denied me the
chance to be a father.

How did that make you feel?

Well, I suppose I'd suppressed so
much that I just couldn't any more.

I wanted to kill her.

And... And that's what I did.

Let me get this straight.

You're saying you
killed Anna Blake

because she hid the fact
that you had a son together?

Yes, that's right.

Hi, Sandy. What have you got?

The forensic analysis of the bruising
on Anna's face has just come through.

There is one key finding.

OK, let's just go over what
actually happened, OK?

I don't think it can be
any clearer, do you?

Well, to you maybe.

OK, so you're saying that when
you found out that Joe was your son,

and that Anna had
kept that from you,

- you were furious.
- Yes.

And during an argument, you...
what, you lashed out at her?

Yes, that's right, I struck her.

Yes.

Sorry, with which hand?

Um, my left.

Anna tried to push me
out of the laboratory.

I'm ashamed to say that
I knocked her to the floor.

And left her to
die of her injuries.

Oh, God.

It was a moment of madness.

It's something I will have to
live with for the rest of my life.

Let me see your left hand.

Within the bruise,

there's a mark that was left
by a hand with a ring on it.

You don't wear a ring.

But your wife Tessa does.

- Are you trying to protect your wife?
- No.

It was me.

Why on earth would she do that?

Well, let's find out. Tosh, go and find Mrs
Warren and hold her in the common room.

Please...

So, Peter Latimer...

Did he hear something?
Did he see something?

Latimer knew
something had happened.

He said he was sure there was
a perfectly simple explanation.

Clearly he was
going to blackmail us.

I couldn't allow that to happen.

Not to Tessa.

Sir, Mrs Warren's
not in the centre.

Finlay says he saw her
walking south towards the cliffs.

No, wait. You just stay here.

I'll go and find her.

Tessa...

If you think this is the
only choice you've got,

it isn't, you know?

What about your husband?

Some people look at all this terrible
beauty and they see the hand of God in it.

But where was God
when my David died?

Where was God then?

She didn't know what it
was like to lose a child.

I simply asked her to
let Bill into Joe's life.

So he could be a father again.

But she didn't care.

She just turned away.

I don't know where God
was when your son died...

..or my wife for that matter.

But killing yourself isn't going
to make anything better, Tessa.

It's just going to make
everything that wee bit harder

for everybody who loves
you and cares about you.

Whatever you say now, I know
you didn't mean to kill Anna.

Nobody thinks you did.

But somebody has to be punished.

Not like this.

Tessa...

Come on...

Please.

I know.

Come on.

- Thanks.
- Och, absolutely any time.

Cassie's a lovely girl.

You're doing a fine job.

- You think so?
- Yes.

Bye, Ma.

And maybe when you're over
next month getting your hair done,

I'll take Jimmy for a pint
and we'll catch up proper.

I'd like that, aye.

- All right, Donnie?
- I'll see you, Jimmy.

- Sorry for being an idiot.
- See you.

- Thanks.
- You'll be fine.

Thanks.

Next time you're on the
mainland, you're always welcome.

- Come stay with us.
- I'd like that. Thanks.

- Bye, Angus.
- See youse.

So, see you next time, Grandad.

In the meantime,
watch out for the boys.

- Which ones?
- All of them.

Lerwick's a big place.

So, I'll see you for a pint.

- It's a date. Life's too short, Jimmy.
- I know.

Tosh, how are your sea legs?

Why?

If you thought the
flight over was rough,

you're about to experience
the true meaning of the word.

Just remember, it was
you that insisted on sailing.

Anything's better
than the death plane.

I'll see you, Dad.

Not so long next time.

- Cass...
- Yeah?

I just wanted to have a wee
word with you about Angus.

I know he's gay. So what?

OK.

Oh.