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- _ - How's it looking?

The tail needs to be longer.

There's a man fallen here!

Niall Swift, 32 years old, taught local kids piano.

Niall taught Marr's wee girl, said Marr always made him feel uncomfortable.

Maybe his brain was hooked out though his nose?

You've a cold blooded predator in your town.

Niall's phone wasn't on him, I thought it'd be in here.

You found a dead body, you were white as a sheet.

I just need some time on my own.

Thank you, see you later, everybody. Off you go!

What you have here is a human heart.

I'll be bringing in my own team tonight, which will include Blake Albrighton.

He's a forensic psychologist.

The same day a body is found with part of its brain removed,

a heart turns up and you think that's what, bad luck?

Am I off the case?

You're compromised. I'm sorry.

The killer dances ahead of us,

leading us through his story.

We need to make our narrative the dominant one.

And to do that, we have to understand him.

Niall Swift wasn't the first victim.

Why has the killer deprived us of that body?

Why just the heart?

Was it someone close to him?

Put a name to that heart,

and I believe it'll lead us straight to the killer.

Swift's diary. One appointment the day he was killed.

Isla Marr, 8:00 a.m.

That's Dr. Marr's daughter. She's like 9 or 10.

Susie, house call to Dr. Marr. Jason, you go with.

Right, Swift's pupils, their parents,

the names in his address book, his choir,

talk to every single one of them.

And we're still to find his phone.

Forensics are working on the newspaper we found on Carn Mohr,

and results will be posted later today.

Evie's plane ticket.

First class.

22,000 Aussie dollars.

My sister's buying my daughter.

Annie, we sat down. We agreed to this.

She's not ready.

You're not ready. Time for another one?

Apparently.

Pretty ironic.

Evie's off in two weeks,

but before she goes, she manages to screw up my career.

Oh, come on. It's hardly your career.

You know what the new D.C.I. said?

She asked if I was a cop or a mother.

And I couldn't answer.

Right now I'm neither.

Isotopes will tell us where the owner of the heart was from.

We should have that information in 48 hours.

Keep in mind the heart could've been removed postmortem.

Thanks. If you can get in touch with mortuaries...

I just got a call from the superintendent.

He called you?

You're in here. I took the call.

Until there's proof the heart came from a murder victim,

he wants us to proceed on the basis

we're dealing with one homicide.

Did you tell him I think we need a press conference?

- Passed that on. - What did he say?

"Dangerously counterproductive."

Evie!

What?

I'm so sorry.

Shouldn't have called you a bitch.

Okay.

Apology accepted.

Your plane ticket arrived. I printed it.

Cheers, big ears.

Evie.

The heart on the shore,

could Jonjo or Kieran have put it there without you seeing?

For a second I thought you were going to say something nice.

You realize that if we don't catch the killer, you can forget about Australia?

- Are you joking? - No.

D.C.I. Quigley released you on condition that you stay in the area.

But you will catch him.

Won't you?

If they give me the chance.

Good of you to join us.

I'm early.

Our man on license, Leighton Thomas,

who knows about him?

Three people... myself, Chief Inspector Smilie,

and his probation officer.

You socialize with him.

He works beside my husband. It'd be odd if I didn't.

- Your husband know his history? - No.

Do you regard him as a suspect?

- Everyone's a suspect. - No, they're not.

Leighton Thomas murdered two men.

20 years ago.

I know when it happened.

His crimes appall me,

but I admire the way he's turned his life around.

He went to prison, he couldn't read or write.

He came out with a degree.

I don't think he's a suspect.

Has he got a partner?

No, not that I'm aware of.

How's his business doing?

It's been better.

So, a sexually frustrated loner

with a failing business and a history of violence,

and you don't think he's a suspect?

Saw the forensic mob heading off. All sorted, then.

All sorted?

What, just like that?

No "sorry" or...

- It was just a bit of fun. - A bit of fun?

Your "bit of fun" could've closed us down.

Use a glass!

It's cool. I'm going to finish it.

And what the hell are you wearing?

- What, this old thing? - It's my cardigan.

Take it off! Go on!

Bloody ridiculous.

Get yourself dressed.

Go on.

We need a record of your whereabouts

on Tuesday between 11:00 a.m. and 1:30 p.m.

I was at work.

Can you prove that?

You've got me documenting me entire life.

How awful.

At least you've got a life to document.

I took out tours at 11:00, 12:00, and 1:00.

I can show you ticket stubs.

Bring them in today.

We received a call naming you as the killer.

I bet they didn't give their name.

But why would someone do that?

Some people think I'm damaging the local economy.

Why?

'Cause I tell the truth.

I tell tourists there is no monster.

I wish that was the case.

Why don't you just lock me up, eh?

Listen, I know what I was, and I know who I am now.

What were you?

You can't say it, can you?

I was begging to survive.

You get taxed, yeah?

That's part of the game.

But this one bloke, he'd take the lot.

He'd give me a dig, piss on my blanket every fucking day.

So I hit him.

Bit too much force.

Yeah.

I committed murder. Is that what you want to hear?

- You got a taste for it? - Yeah, it felt good.

So I did it again.

That's not who I am now. That was...

I don't even know who that was.

D.S. Redford?

- Annie? - Yeah, I'm here.

What the hell are you doing down there?

I've got an important job for you.

Oh.

Need you to drive up to the Wildlife Center.

Some zoomer's released a couple of wolves.

Right.

Thanks.

Are you handing yourself in?

Your boss wants a statement.

Don't worry. I'll say you were competent.

Cow.

So, did Leighton say anything?

- About what? - About me.

He asked if you did your makeup on a trampoline.

Annie.

I like him.

Don't get involved.

Trust me.

Wait here. I think he's in his study.

Craig? It's the police.

- Decent gaff. - Hm.

- Morning. - Morning.

- This won't take long, will it? - No.

Please, come in.

I usually leave the college just after 1:00,

run for about 40, 45 minutes.

Anyone to back that up?

Yeah, you can ask my staff.

Are you watching your time?

Oh, yeah, I've got to be at work in about 10 minutes, okay?

Paragraph four of your statement,

"I assumed from the head injuries he was dead."

You feel for a pulse?

No.

You didn't touch him in any way at all?

No.

Lorraine Mackeson, the woman whose phone you used,

she saw you stand up and put something into your jacket.

Right.

What did you put into your jacket?

I don't know.

No, wait. It must have been my phone.

I couldn't get a signal, so...

You teach classes, as well as run the college?

Yeah, I teach whenever I can. I still love it.

I interviewed some of your students about their practical joke.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

You encourage them?

No.

They seem impressionable.

Well, they're open-minded.

Tell them off?

I admire what they did.

Polluting a beach?

Well, it's all part of growing up, isn't it?

Rejecting your hometown, your parents' values.

We've all done it.

Have we?

He's lying about something.

Got a bit defensive, didn't he?

Did you notice him locking the door of his study?

I did.

Sh...

You need a tow?

Yeah.

Are you sure you've got the right night?

Pause it. Zoom in.

Jonjo.

Thought you'd turned a corner.

- Um, I need to go. Is that all right? - Yeah, I'll see you later.

You don't think that's weird?

Not all that.

The heart on the beach. That could be the rest of the body right there.

It's not big enough.

Uh, the guy's a doctor. It could be body parts.

You really don't like Dr. Marr, do you?

What's the deal?

I had...

...a lump.

It was nothing.

He examined me and he...

...took too long.

Did you tell your mum?

- Are you kidding me? - Why not?

She already thinks I can't look after myself.

I'm not giving her more ammunition.

You got this from Carn Mohr?

It came out the day Niall Swift was killed.

Prints?

Three partial prints, one partial hypothenar.

No matches.

You think it was dropped by the killer.

Or a witness.

Pages 37 and 38 have been torn out.

Yeah, we did notice.

I need to see Carn Mohr for myself.

Do you want me to come with?

Nah, you're good. Thanks.

Sure.

Seems to be fine.

Hey, look at my new toy.

Check this out.

Built-in computer.

Sends HD images to your laptop.

Sealed camera unit.

Rotates, tilts, hovers, pans.

You're looking at the future.

I'm not buying your sonar.

Cool. I'll sell it on eBay.

How much was your drone?

3 grand plus VAT.

Not a word to Annie.

I envy you.

Yeah?

You got your monster down there.

Swimming around. Never breaks the surface.

You know, most people...

...their monsters are in here.

Scratching to get out.

Evie.

Your mum's not here.

Oh.

Can I help?

Do I have to stay in Lochnafoy till you catch the killer?

Unless I say otherwise, yes.

Miss Evelyn.

Mr. Jason.

What you here for?

Never mind what she's here for.

Get your cap. We're off out.

Is he what passes for talent 'round here?

I don't get this.

Your forensic team was here all night.

Are you trying to put me out of business?

Ken?

Frank, Frank. What's going on?

I've no idea. What did she say?

Ma'am?

Oh, shit. Ah.

For God sake!

This area's marked "human consumption only."

I need you to step outside.

I've no idea how that got here.

- Frank, can you sort... - I need you to step outside.

P.C. Denny.

Oh, you've certainly got your priorities worked out.

Why are you here, Frank?

This is a dynamite lead. You want me to call forensics?

These premises will have to shut until Food Standards get here.

Food Standards see that, it's game over.

Their call.

Some idiot let it out the Wildlife Center.

What's it got to do with your investigation?

What, he's your mate, so I should turn a blind eye?

You still operate like that?

You report this, he's finished.

I'm not going to do that.

You are.

- What's going on? - Uh, I don't really know.

Somebody's trying to get us shut down. That's what's going on.

- Well, what did Frank say? - He says his hands are tied.

What does he mean his hands are tied?

Look, I know this isn't ideal, but I need to talk to Jonjo.

He's at college.

I've tried there.

- What is it? - Annie needs to speak to Jonjo.

Why?

Just a couple of questions.

He's not at college.

I can come back.

Yeah, do that.

He's upset.

That lad claims Dr. Marr gave him 20 quid

to incinerate the beast.

He didn't want it attracting vermin.

Get a statement from Marr.

I know it's bullshit, but now we've got to deal with it.

Oh, and tell Evie false alarm.

What an arse!

All right, lezzers?

Evie!

Shit.

Tell me she didn't see.

What's the story?

About what?

About the abattoir.

Jonjo uploaded a film, Dr. Marr dropping something off.

A wolf.

Right.

What did you think it was?

I don't know.

Have you a problem with Marr?

I'm late for class.

He's with a patient. I'll message him.

- Got your own phone. - It was my mum's.

I'm not allowed online.

Should think not at your age.

My daughter was learning piano, too.

You had a lesson the other day?

Yes.

It's okay to be sad, sweetheart.

I feel sad, too.

Dad told him not to come back.

Okay, Isla, scoot.

I've already spoken to a detective.

I've got a patient waiting.

One of the abattoir workers claims you paid him to incinerate a wolf carcass?

- That's why you're here? - I need the statement corroborated.

Okay. I ran over a wolf. It's corroborated.

Why didn't you say

that Niall Swift taught your daughter?

At the foot of Carn Mohr, you didn't mention

that he'd been in your house a few hours earlier.

Well, would that have helped?

"He's dead, but he was alive this morning."

Was everything okay when he left?

I've already spoken to a detective about...

What did you argue about?

Are you on the investigation team?

No, I'm not.

No. So I'm really too busy for this.

Great.

Jonjo?

Jonjo?

He's not here.

Oh, Jonjo.

Something wrong with your car?

No, it's fine. Just won't go.

Do you want me to take a look?

My husband's on his way.

Well, I can wait with you till he gets here if you want.

I'll understand if you said no.

I think I can trust you.

So, do any of the locals

actually believe there's something down there?

- Some. - The crazy ones.

Yeah.

I'm married to one.

Oh.

Okay.

Well, I suppose we all have our crazy beliefs.

What are yours?

Your husband?

Come to save me.

I'm D.S. Redford.

Oh, oh, right.

- Uh, Blake Albright... - I know who you are.

You found the newspaper.

All right?

This is Blake Albrighton.

Alan Redford.

Are you all right to bring me to the station?

Uh, actually, I was going to ask

if you could show me where you found the body.

If that's not a problem.

It's not a problem.

- I'll sort out the car. - Thanks.

According to Jung, we all have a shadow,

a dark part of ourselves.

It's a part that we fear, but, at the same time,

there is an overwhelming desire to let it loose.

Whoever keyed my motor, I'm gonna fucking have you!

Mr. Baxter, please don't come in here making threats.

Sit down and shut up.

As I was saying,

Jung believed that the shadow was a vital part of ourselves.

- How far to Carn Mohr? - 10 minutes, then the climb.

Does this commemorate something?

Not this one.

What is it?

It's grown.

I pass this way three, four times a day.

Well, anyone going by could add to it, couldn't they?

Yeah, they do, but...

this has doubled in size in the last two days.

Ohh!

That is the rest of Niall Swift's brain.

Okay, well, thanks very much.

- You all right? - Hiya.

It's just a routine check.

You haven't seen anyone adding to the cairn

in the last two days, have you?

The cairn? No.

Okay.

See you.

Why isn't she on the team?

I've got everybody I need.

And D.S. Redford's last case

involved the theft of an inflatable Nessie.

You know Dr. Marr sacked Niall Swift the morning of his murder?

D.S. Redford got the information from his daughter.

- Her local knowledge... - We better bring him in, then.

- The point I'm making is... - I know the point you're making.

Her daughter and her pals left the bones on the beach.

Until I'm convinced they know nothing about the heart,

D.S. Redford is compromised.

Plus, you fancy her.

No, I don't.

I'm a detective. I detect things.

She's not my type.

She's married. She's exactly your type.

Have you ever thought about getting any help with that?

Jonjo's phone's just ringing out.

Fucking Food Standards.

Been on hold 20 minutes.

- Did you hear what I said? - Yeah, I heard.

You don't think I've enough to deal with?

Can you not leave that?

We've got to find out what he's done with his pills.

What do you think he's done, Nicole?

He's chucked them.

Like before and the time before that.

The time he ended up in hospital.

I've fitted a new starter motor.

Should be good for another 10 years.

Are you still at it?

Couple of assignments to finish before I go.

Heard from your mum?

Nah, she'll be at work.

_

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We've had a couple of calls

telling us to investigate a Desmond Toner.

Dessie, yeah.

He's in my daughter's year at college.

He gets bullied.

The calls are a wind-up.

I'm going to tell you something in confidence.

A superintendent's post has become vacant.

I'm up for it.

Everything I do here is being scrutinized.

If I put you on the team,

is there the slightest chance I'd regret it?

Absolutely not.

I'll do everything I can to make this work.

No more screw-ups.

No.

Annie.

Alan, I'm back on the team!

Oh, aye. What team's that, curling team?

You could at least pretend to be pleased.

Of course I'm pleased.

He sounds different.

- Mum? - Hmm?

Do you think his breathing's easier?

Maybe.

You want to get that?

- Hiya, love. - Hi.

Is he okay?

Yeah. He's fine.

Check your phone.

Jonjo.

He knows something about Marr.

Why would he want to meet us at Foyers Point?

He's hiding.

What for?

Who do you think cut the fence at the Wildlife Center?

What a plonk.

We have wheels.

What, your mum doesn't mind?

She doesn't know.

Who is going to give me some good news

on Niall Swift's phone?

What about the rope, Jason?

Uh, yeah, Lochnafoy Valley stores on the main street

sell a few every week.

Now, that's mainly to tourists who have hired a boat

and, uh, want to tie down their weans.

But he can't remember any locals buying one.

Okay.

While respecting his anonymity,

we need to find out the kind of rope Leighton Thomas uses.

Yeah, I should've mentioned,

Leighton Thomas brought in his ticket stubs for last Tuesday.

He took out tours at 11:00 a.m., 12:00, and 1:00.

So I've I photocopied them.

Right.

About 10 minutes ago, we got preliminary results

on the gray matter found at the cairn.

As we expected, it is a sliver of brain from Niall Swift.

It was found in clear polyethylene.

Plastic bag.

I asked my colleagues

to test the viscous material inside the bag.

Turned out to be blood.

We were able to extract DNA from the blood.

To our surprise, it didn't match the brain.

We might be looking at another victim.

Could be the killer's blood.

It's not the killer's blood.

He's too smart for that.

He's turning the screw.

It's about Jonjo.

It's probably nothing.

He's been missing since this morning.

Is that out of the ordinary for Jonjo?

Have you caught the person who killed the piano teacher?

No.

Well, it's out of the ordinary, then, isn't it?

For God's sake, Frank!

Ken?

I'm worried about my boy.

...colleges. No disturbed graves.

We've a missing teenager. Jonjo Patterson.

Our Communications Officer

is organizing a media appeal for tomorrow.

Local press, Record, Herald, STV News.

One simple message... Help us find this boy.

Nothing else.

If Jonjo found out something about Marr,

why didn't he just tell us?

I don't know.

He's not going to make it up, though, is he?

No? What about that bullshit this morning?

All he had to do was talk to the slaughterhouse dude.

"It's a wolf. It's no big deal."

Hey, there's something behind us.

I can't see anything.

- They've got their lights off. - Are you sure?

Yes, I'm sure. There's someone following us.

There, see?

- Slow down. Evie! - Well, they're right behind us.

Well, it'll be some dick who's forgot his lights.

- Just let it pass. - What if it's him?

- Who? - The killer. What if it's him?

I'll take my chances! Slow down!

- Shit! - Okay.

What the hell's he doing?

Pull over. Get off the road.

Look, I can't. Where am I supposed to go?

He's getting closer!

Kieran, what should I do?

- Oh, God. - Oh, ditches!

- Ah. - Oh, shit!

Are you okay?

My mum cannot know about this.

We could've been killed.

She finds out, I'm grounded for life.

God Almighty, Evie, you have to say something.

What good will that do?

If that was the killer, we'd be dead.

It was just some colossal douche...

- Shit. - Drive.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Quick! He's got a gun!

Evie?

Mr. McGrellish.

Are you all right?

I thought we were going for a nightcap.

I changed my mind.

Work's easier, right?

Complete copy of the newspaper.

He tore the crossword out of his.

Why would he do that?

Leighton Thomas, Petrie, Marr.

I want to know why Petrie needs a locked room.

Look.

Page opposite the crossword.

Can you see that?

Yeah, sort of.

If we can get that enhanced,

we could have the killer's handwriting.

His first mistake.

Tell him about your encounter with Nessie.

I'm still gonna live here when you've fucked off.

Thanks to Albrighton, you're going to be operating with the world's press up your arse.

I want him gone. D'you hear?

This is a restricted area.

There's somebody in our town killing people!

You don't play piano, do you?

Your manner is hostile and aggressive.

You need to let this go, Velma.

A wound doesn't heal if you keep opening it up.

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