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Where were you shot?

Mum and Dad have been shot.

You need to tell Dad how to stem the bleeding.

Dad?

Shit! He cut off.

The blood pressure is 80 over 32.

No!

Mum!

Talk to me, please!

Just make sure you're on the 11 for the ferry.

Kat! One second.

All right, thank you for your time.

Sorry for pulling you off the search for that runaway.

It's OK, boss. I found her.

Yeah? Where was she?

Black Rock Gorge.

Where else would a Potterhead from Inverness go? Mm. Nice work.

Now, usually on a case like this, HQ assigns the most

experienced FLO available.

However, they flagged you're from the islands.

Yeah. Born and bred. And I told them you'd more than earned the gig.

Thanks, boss.

I'm sorry, which island are we talking about? Yours.

Now, first reports suggest it was a bungled burglary.

And the victim? A deceased woman named Lady Mary Maclean.

Her husband, Sir Douglas, is in critical condition.

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

Douglas Maclean is... Well, you must know he's one of the richest men

in Scotland. Yeah, why the press will be all over this case.

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

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

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

Well, that depends on your answer.

No. No conflicts.

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

Woo!

With midnight hour fast approaching,

would you join my family in counting down to the dawn

of a glorious new year?

ALL SING: # For Auld Lang Syne, my dear

# For Auld Lang Syne... #

Uncle Michael.

Oh, fuck!

Home sweet home.

Geez! Welcome to Hogwarts.

Alan, good to see you. Sorry it's under such grim circumstances.

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

Yeah, murders can't be common around here.

The last was a good decade ago.

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

from the mainland. Turned the study and the master bedroom upside down.

Jewellery stolen.

Left no murder weapon.

Sorry, this is Constable Macmillan.

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

Maybe Constable Macmillan could be good enough

to take her to the hospital?

I want her to check on Sir Douglas's condition

and start connecting with the family.

- No problem. - Right, shall we?

Cathy bloody MacSween, huh?

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

Hi.

I'm sorry?

- I'm, uh, I'm Kat Crichton. - The family liaison officer.

Any questions?

Is he going to make it?

Other than the traumatic blood loss,

his gunshot wound is pretty minor.

He's a lucky man.

Dad.

Mm.

Right, let's get our bunny suits on.

It's authorised personnel only.

Give me a break!

Sorry, it's DCI Halim's orders.

- Give me one second. OK. - Thank you.

So, how did it go?

He's still sedated, but the doctor said you should be able

- to interview him tomorrow morning. - Good.

After that, I'd like to sit down with Sir Douglas's children.

I don't know if I should be there.

What are you talking about?

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

In fact, maybe it would be better off

with a more experienced FLO on the case.

You know, on, uh...

On my first murder case,

my boss asked me to break the news to the grandparents

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

I'll never forget, halfway through, me telling them,

the old fella punched me in the nose.

Later, when I saw my boss, the least I expected was a bit of sympathy.

But you know what he said?

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

Is that what you want, Kat?

Sorry, boss.

It's been a long 24 hours.

Then finish your paperwork and get some sleep.

Because tomorrow I'm going to need you at your best.

OK.

This is taking forever.

I left a long time ago.

Finally!

Sir Douglas wants to go home.

Is that advisable?

Well, his doctors agreed - as long as he rests.

And the PF is quite relaxed about it.

And the meeting with the kids?

Sir Douglas wants to sit down with them first.

So go and provide support.

Sorry. Do you mind?

Constable.

Crichton? Mm-hm.

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

from the family regarding your wife.

Nothing.

This was a mistake.

No, Cathy, you were.

Cathy, sir.

After all, your prints are everywhere.

Please, sir.

Please don't do this.

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

How are things over there?

Kat?

Sorry, sorry. Um, bad connection.

Yeah. Everything's fine.

I should have a have a family statement over to you shortly.

Good. Well, I'd best get back.

- Boss, do you have any leads? - Anything I can tell the family?

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

I need to see my boy.

Mm.

Oh.

Uh...

MARY: Why?

Well, at least you got a chance.

Have you told your boss?

What, to find myself in your father's crosshairs again?