All language subtitles for 5 S2.E5 ∙ Blue Lightning Part 1

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One chick, fully
feathered, two adults.

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Empty nest.

Last one...

One chick, fully
feathered, two adults.

Horrible system forecast
from the east later.

Yeah, I saw that. Finlay!

- Hey, kiddo. You arrive OK, then?
- I did, thanks.

And I forgot how
cold it was over here.

- So aside from cold, how is it?
- Windy.

Why couldn't you have been born
in the Caribbean instead of Fair Isle?

Ah, you know, I'd miss the rain.

I'm sorry I can't be there.

How's that pile of
paperwork going anyway?

I'm getting through it.

Is that music I can hear?

- Yeah, we're just about to go in?
- Well,

tell your gran and grandad
that I'm asking for them.

And have a good time with Angus.

And, you know, you
behave yourselves.

We will. I love you.

And I...

- Hey.
- How's your dad?

Um, fine, I think. Yeah.

- You forgot to ask, didn't you?
- Sort of.

But he sounded fine.

- Ah, yes, thank you, Frank.
- Thanks, Frank.

There you are, son.

- Come on. Happy birthday.
- Happy birthday.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Here's Angus.

The happiest of
birthdays to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, Angus.

- Hey, lovely.
- How are you?

How many times have you and your wife
wished each other a happy anniversary today?

Haven't you heard? Absence
makes the heart grow fond of texting.

You're like a pair
of Canada geese.

Honk, honk to you,
my sad unpaired friend.

Unpaired I may be...

Sad about it, no.

Peter, can I have a word?

Are you lot going to
join in the festivities

or are you just going to stay in here
like a bunch of antisocial lab rats?

Bit busy right now, Frank.

Working in here isn't a judgement
against dancing through there.

But it doesn't hurt to let the islanders
know we're reasonably normal

and not just totally
obsessed with their birdlife.

- Oh, I am totally obsessed with their birdlife.
- So am I.

Anna, please. It just helps.

Oh, for God's sake.

You wanted a word, Anna?

Oh, yeah. Um, you two go ahead.

- First drink on me.
- First? How many do you have in mind?

Well, as many as it
takes until we lose count.

Peter...

- Well?
- Close the door.

Close the door and lock?

Just close will be fine.

Come on!

Come on!

- Drink, please.
- I'll get it.

You're all right, Finlay.
I'll take it from here.

A little tip?

Better to chat her up
away from the husband.

Joe...

Joe?

What are you doing here?

Joe!

Tessa.

Tessa!

Frank. This is my wife Tessa.

Frank Blake.

Jimmy Perez.

Hang on. Say that again.

Storm force 10.

That will be accompanied
by heavy driving rain.

Due to the conditions, the airport's
expected to shut down within the hour.

This will make travel between the mainland and
Fair Isle impossible for the next 24 hours.

There!

- You all right, darling?
- Bumpy flight, I take it?

Aye, just a bit.

- Good to see you, Jimmy.
- You too, Dad.

This is my colleague, Detective
Sergeant Alison Mclntosh.

Hello. Sorry, I'm not
always this shade of puce.

Jimmy's mother's the same.
It's the boat for her every time.

Right, now, let's get
these things loaded up.

Given how much time we've already lost,
it's probably best that we just crack on.

Did you manage to keep
everybody away from the laboratory?

I've got Donnie down there and
he's put everything on lockdown.

And Isobel is with the family.

The weather's probably going to
shut Lerwick down for 24 hours at least.

So we're on our own, Dad.

We're all devastated, Jimmy.

I know.

There hasn't been an unlawful
killing on Fair Isle for 70 years

and even that was
caused by the Luftwaffe.

People are scared.

Well, you're the lay preacher, Dad.
Just do your best to reassure them.

Well, hopefully you'll be able
to wrap this up pretty sharpish.

One of the scientists at the centre hasn't
been seen since last night. Peter Latimer.

What does that mean?

I'm just saying that if I was a bookie,
I wouldn't take any bets on who did it.

Probably just as well you're
not a bookie, then, Dad.

Aye, well...

Right, better get started here.

Dad, can you take Tosh down to the harbour
and see if there's any boats missing?

- But can you take Cass home first?
- Sure.

And if a boat is missing,
main island coastguard?

Aye.

If he's headed north, that'll almost
certainly mean a recovery operation.

That stretch between here
and Shetland is notorious.

Even locals like myself
struggle to navigate it.

Well, I'm sure they're
aware of that, Dad.

Mm-hm.

Can I help you with that?

I'm Finlay Caulfield.

I was Anna's assistant.

We've been waiting
for you, actually.

We thought you wouldn't get here
before they shut down the transits.

I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

Could I see Dr Blake's
body now if you don't mind?

The body is in the
lab just through here.

I'll be fine from here, thanks.

Well, there's no
vessels missing.

Really?

OK.

So then this Latimer
is still on the island.

Is that a good thing or bad?

Who owns these huts?

Well, that's the
fisherman there.

And this belongs to
the research centre.

Shouldn't we be
getting straight back?

I just need to check these.
He could be hiding until dark.

Aye, well, there is that.

Hey. Wake up.

Hey, Donnie.

- Good to see you.
- And you, big man. And you.

I just wish it was under
slightly different circumstances.

Aye.

Uh...

Right.

Anything?

No, nothing here.

- And you?
- Same.

- Tosh.
- Sir.

There aren't any boats missing and there's no
sign of anyone trying to hide nearby either.

OK, keep looking.

And, listen, I want you to ask my dad if we can
set up an incident room in the village hall.

I've made a start to the crime
scene but I need to check something

and then I'm going to start feeding
information through to Sandy, OK?

He's gone out for a cigarette.

I thought this
might prove useful.

Am I right in saying that visiting
researchers would be given a front door key?

Aye, that's correct.

And so who would
have a full set?

That would be the three
permanent members of staff.

That's the Blakes and myself.

They're hung up in the office.

And were they still
there this morning?

Yes.

- Are these bedrooms?
- Yes.

That's mine.

That's Bill's.

Latimer's.

That's Anna's.

And that's Frank's.

So Dr Blake and her
husband, they slept apart?

Yeah.

OK.

I'm so sorry, Frank.

Joe...

Aye, well, in the old
days, if I thought of hiding,

I'd head for the lighthouses
up at Skroo or at Skaddan.

Good vantage points
over the whole island.

- Why the old days?
- Well, they've both been automated for years.

So they're completely locked
up. Your man couldn't get in.

Could he break in?

Unlikely.

- You still want to check them out?
- Please.

Right, good. Good.

Listen, thanks
for standing guard.

Not at all. Not at all.
I'm only happy to help.

- It's a bit weird, though, isn't it?
- Aye.

Listen, I just want to
check something with you.

Has anybody been in or out of
that lab since the body was found?

No.

Not since I was there, no.

You're sure?

I'm positive, aye.

OK.

Isobel and Angus are
looking forward to seeing you.

Oh, aye. Did he
like his present?

Oh, he loved it, Jimmy.

You know, I know I've not been
the most hands-on of godfathers.

No, no, listen, we understand.

But you and me will get a chance
at a proper catch-up later, eh?

Aye, aye, sure, aye.

You get on now.

- See you later.
- Aye.

There's severe bruising
at the left temple.

And not on the right.

And there's another
bruise on the right cheek.

But there's...

There's no other
signs of physical injury.

OK, got that.

There's signs of a violent
struggle within the room.

But there's no blood
spatter on the floor.

Or the walls.

And there's no blood emanating
from anywhere on the body.

Dr Blake's computer's
still running.

Which suggests that she didn't have
time to shut it down before the attack.

And it's password-protected.

OK. OK.

Some sort of altercation
has taken place

during which Anna Blake
has received a severe blow

to the left temple

and she's died.

But the question is, with what?

Would you say Anna Blake
was popular with the locals?

Well, Anna was all about the work
and Frank looked after everything else

but fair play to her.

She kept this island's profile
right up there all over the world.

And that put money
in everybody's pocket.

- Who's that?
- That's him. That's Peter Latimer.

Right, pull in here.

Peter Latimer?

My name's Detective
Sergeant Mclntosh.

If you're thinking of running, Mr Latimer,
No.1, I was a cross-country champion.

- And No.2...
- Why would I think of running?

Where've you been?

- Come on, Sandy, that's 20 minutes.
- No, no, they're coming, they're coming.

Have you got them yet?

I have... got them.

Finally.

I will send them
straight to Inverness.

I need anything that illuminates the
choreography of her final moments.

I also need to pull the phone
records for Anna's lab phone.

Cos I want to know who she
was talking to in the last few weeks.

And you want her mobile too?

Yes, if I can find it.

- All right?
- OK.

Good.

- Sir?
- Tosh.

I've got Latimer.

- Where was he?
- We found him walking back to the centre.

Apparently he's researching
changing migration patterns.

He told me he
left the centre early

because he received news that eight icterine
warblers had been reported flying south.

He didn't want to miss them
if they flew over the island.

It's apparently why
he stayed out so long.

Just waiting.

Did he have binoculars,
a camera, a notebook?

He claims he slept on
a path on the cliff top,

lost his grip on his backpack
and watched it tumble into the sea.

He wouldn't have known
that Anna was dead.

He gave no
indication that he did.

Did you say anything to him?

All he knows is that there
was an incident at the centre.

Good.

I've asked him to wait alone in one
of the reading rooms for the moment.

OK.

Well, I'll speak to him after
I've spoken to Anna's family.

Your father made a few calls and says the
village hall's ours as long as we need it.

Excellent.

He's a connected man, your dad.

Yeah, well, I suppose when
you live on an island of 70 people,

being connected isn't as
big a deal as you'd think.

Plus he is the lay preacher and
that gives him a certain status.

Which he does enjoy.

Right, I'll talk to Frank,
you search Latimer's room

because if he did kill Anna,

then he almost certainly
left the centre early

so that he could dump whatever
he killed her with into the Atlantic

but see if you can find anything
else in there that links him to Anna.

- Mr and Mrs Warren.
- Yes, that's right.

If there's anything we can do...

Well, at some point my colleague
Detective Sergeant Mclntosh

is going to have to take
separate statements from you both

regarding where
you were last night.

Is that really necessary? We
were together the whole evening.

We'll be as quick as we can.

Thanks, Isobel.

They're both in shock.

It's good to have
you home, Jimmy.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm going to have to ask you a few questions,
Frank. It's probably best if we do it now.

Joe, would you
mind waiting outside?

Joe...

Have the police given any indication
when we can return to our rooms?

Tessa needs to lie down.
This has been a terrible shock.

Did she know Anna?

Did she have to to be horrified
by what happened to her?

Er, the police have told us to
remain downstairs until told otherwise.

Would your wife
like a cup of tea?

It would only upset her stomach.

Something to eat? I
could make her a sandwich.

Thanks. I doubt she
would keep it down.

Well, I wasn't going
to fill it full of puffin shit.

Supercilious arse.

When was the last time
that you saw your wife?

When I turned in.

What time was that?
Can you remember?

About one.

Was the dance finished by then?

Had everybody gone home?

By one o'clock,
as far as you know,

the only people who were left in the centre are
the people who were living and working here.

As far as I know.

And none of those people would
have had any reason to attack your wife?

She was my wife.

I should have protected her.

Can you name
those people for me?

I'm sorry, Frank.

I know this is insensitive.
I just have to ask.

Can I get you a glass
of water or something?

No.

- No, no, I'm fine.
- OK.

You want me to name the
people who are staying here, OK?

Yes, please.

OK.

It was myself, Anna,

our son Joe,

Peter Latimer,

Finlay Caulfield,

Bill Warren

and his wife who turned up to surprise
him on their wedding anniversary.

- OK?
- Thank you.

Did you often go to
bed before your wife?

You don't become pre-eminent in
your field without putting in the hours.

- So she worked hard?
- Ferociously hard.

Did you resent that?

In our field, we don't resent those who
are cleverer or more insightful than us.

We applaud it.

We're grateful for it.

Because in the end, it
moves us all forward.

So it was because of her
hours, then, that you slept apart?

But don't waste your time
by reading anything into that.

Our marriage was fine.

So where was Anna when
you said good night to her?

In the lab, working.

With Peter Latimer.

Working?

With all due respect,

shouldn't you be talking to somebody who
wasn't in their bed when she was killed?

I mean, wouldn't
that be more useful?

Was there anything unusual in your
wife working with Peter Latimer late?

There was nothing unusual.

She oversaw all
the research here.

And he's a postgraduate student.

Right, so you locked up...

Yes.

Then you said good
night to your wife...

Yes.

And then you went to bed.

Yes.

Now go and find
out who killed her.

Before I do.

Excuse me.

Sandy.

The pathologist had a look at your photographs
and she's got a possible cause of death for you.

Extradural haemorrhage.

It's caused when a blow to the temple damages
blood vessels running to the top of the brain.

This results in
bleeding within the skull.

And if left unchecked, it simply pushes the
brain down through the base of the skull

and onto the top of
the spinal column.

The base of the brain
controls the breathing.

And when it's squashed,
it just simply stops working.

Any word on Anna's
phone records yet?

Hopefully on their
way to me now.

All right.

Well, while we're waiting, I've got a couple of
names that I want you to run through the PNC.

OK.

Dr Frank Blake.

He's Emeritus Professor of
Biology at Birmingham University.

Frank Blake, Birmingham Uni.

And Peter Latimer.

Postgraduate student in avian
biology at Oxford University.

Peter Latimer, Oxford.

Now, I'll get Tosh
to email you the rest

and then you get back to me as
soon as you hear anything, OK?

Will do.

Excuse me. Are
you with the police?

I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

Excellent. Then perhaps
you can tell me what's going on

and why I'm being
cooped up in here.

OK. Well, let's
not talk out here.

What's going on is a
murder investigation.

A murder?

Yes.

What, on the island, here?

Dr Blake was found murdered
in the lab this morning.

Anna?

I didn't say which Dr Blake.

Sorry, I just assumed... We...

No, you're right. It
was Anna, I'm afraid.

Christ Almighty.

What happened?

Her body was found in the lab
this morning by Finlay Caulfield.

And I have to say, your absence from
the building seemed to cause quite a stir.

I explained to...
your colleague...

Yes.

Icterine warblers.

Yeah.

The sighting was correct. It's
significant cause for concern.

It's not as significant as the woman you've
been working alongside for the last few months

being found dead
in her lab, surely?

No. No, of course not.

I was just trying to
explain the significance.

Sorry, I... I think
I'm in shock.

Can I ask you something?

How did you find out about
the arrival of these birds?

Warblers.

Was it email or was it
a text or what was it?

Um, it was in an RSS feed.

And did anyone
else get this feed?

No, no, I don't think so.

Bring it up for me.

I think I should
speak to a solicitor.

There's a storm on the mainland.

You're not going to be able to get
a solicitor here for at least 48 hours.

Why don't you just talk to me?

I didn't kill Anna Blake.

- I didn't say you did.
- No, but you think I did.

You don't know
what I'm thinking.

One thing's for sure, you didn't
leave this building this morning

to spot eight birds prematurely
flying south for the winter.

So, don't insult
my intelligence.

Well, Latimer wants a solicitor.

You know, I've told him,
with the weather coming in,

he's unlikely to be able to get one
for at least 48 hours, but he's adamant.

Do we take that as
an admission of guilt?

His backpacking
equipment isn't here.

He maintains he didn't kill her.

Although, you know, "I didn't"
can turn into "I didn't mean to".

Mm.

But then it is possible he's telling the
truth about that and lying about why he was...

There's someone.

Finlay, I thought I asked
everybody to stay downstairs.

There was something
I needed for work.

So, quite urgent, then.

Urgent enough to disobey a direct
police instruction during a murder inquiry?

I just thought it wouldn't matter if I
nipped up here briefly and got what I needed.

It does matter.

- What did you come up for?
- Well, I thought it was up here but...

Finlay, you're beginning to annoy
me. Just answer the question.

Well, it must be
down in the lab.

What, the memory card? That one,
that you're holding in your left hand?

You can stand there looking glaikit all day,
I don't mind, or you can give me the card.

Look, it's not
what it looks like.

If you're going to think on your feet, you're
going to have to be a wee bit quicker than that.

Don't you even think
about swallowing that.

On the way out it'll hurt
you a lot more than it will me.

Now, for the last
time... give me the card.

See, now, why would you do that?

You think I'm bloody stupid?

- You think I'm bloody stupid?
- Frank...

- Do you? Do you?
- Frank...

You think I'm bloody stupid?

Frank! Frank!

Leave him.

- You were in the lab with her last night.
- That means nothing.

It means nothing.

It means nothing.

Take a minute.

Just think about your boy.

The last thing he needs is his
old man in a jail cell right now.

I'm not stupid, you
understand. I'm not stupid.

Angus...

Angus!

Angus!

So I take it everybody on the
island knows about the killing.

What do you think?

People are scared, Jim.

Fair Isle doesn't do
crime, remember?

Don't you miss that, Jimmy?

Sure.

Who wouldn't miss that?

So what do you prefer
about Lerwick, then?

Honestly?

Go on.

That's where I met Fran.

That's where Cassie was born.

It's where her dad lives.

And plus, it's about
the right size for me.

You know, if you want people to know your
business, then you can share it with them.

- And if you don't, you don't have to.
- Mm.

You've no choice here.

Aye.

Does he not know
how busy you are?

Angus... Jimmy's here.

- Jim.
- What?

Joe Blake.

What about him?

Any idea why he would
come back during term time?

How do you mean?
When did he come back?

Last night.

Right. I didn't know that.

It doesn't matter.

- Coffee?
- Yeah, yeah.

Here he is.

- My favourite godson.
- Your only godson.

- How are you?
- Good.

Good. Thanks.

Thanks so much for
the iPad, by the way.

- That was the right kind?
- Bloody brilliant.

Bloody expensive.

- Ah, you're only 18 once.
- Exactly.

I remember when I was 18.

Do you remember when
you were 18, Jimmy?

Right, Angus,
I've got a problem.

- Well, actually, I've got two problems.
- Three if you include not being able to count.

This is problem No.1.

That's easy. They don't
usually work without the camera.

No, no, no, seriously, now...

Can you get the
photographs that were on that?

Hi, there.

My wife Mary thought you might be hungry
after losing your breakfast on the way over.

Nothing heavy, just
food for a tender tummy.

That's very kind of her.

I'll leave it with...

How could someone do that to a
beautiful and intelligent woman?

I just pray that it
wasn't an islander.

Does that really
matter, Mr Perez?

For us it does.

This community survives on mutual
trust. This could completely destroy it.

Who would have thought it, eh,
our old village hall an incident room?

Well, needs must, I'm afraid.

Oh, excuse me. Sorry.

Yes, Sandy?

Tosh.

According to Anna
Blake's phone records,

two weeks back she called the airline
flying between Fair Isle and Tingwall.

He's on a diet.

So I requested details of
any flights booked in her name.

And there were two same day return tickets
to Tingwall on the 23rd of last month,

a week and a half ago.

And the name of the
second passenger?

Well, it's damaged.

Yeah.

But as long as the flash
memory on the card is intact

and the internal circuit
board isn't cracked,

then it should be possible
to retrieve the files.

Let's see here.

Angus, how long
is this going to take?

Well, you're back on Fair
Isle now, Uncle Jimmy.

A land where time doesn't just stand still,
it frequently loses its internet connection.

Ah, here we go.

- Uncle Jimmy.
- What?

You haven't told me
about problem No.2.

Aye, I'll speak to you later.

- He retrieved the data?
- He did indeed.

There you go, stick it in.

Do you think it's worth getting him to
take a look at Anna's laptop unofficially?

If I can't crack it, I'm just
going to leave it with him

and just let his natural
geek-like curiosity run its course.

- So, Sandy called.
- Uh-huh?

Anna Blake booked two same-day return
flights to Lerwick a week and a half ago.

- Why two?
- One for herself, the other for Peter Latimer.

And why would Anna and Peter Latimer
go to the main island just for the day?

I can't imagine.

Why would a beautiful
woman married to an older man

want to get away from
the prying eyes of Fair Isle

to spend an afternoon alone
with an attractive student?

If that was the case, they could just
have slipped behind the bike sheds.

- Why go all the way to the main island?
- Do you think?

I mean, Frank maintains that the
reason that they slept separately

- was because she worked all hours.
- Yeah, but he would say that, wouldn't he?

And I did get the impression
that he did love her very much.

Yeah, but did
she still love him?

What, is he in his
50s? No offence

- but it would be like me fancying you.
- Thanks very much.

The fact that he
loved her like he did

means that he could have been
capable of killing her in a jealous rage.

He's got it in him.

If we hadn't come in when
we did, Latimer could be dead.

Before you go too far down that road, just
have a look at the contents of Finlay's camera.

If she was the last warbler on Earth,
this number of pictures would be excessive.

Mm-hm.

He's totally obsessed.

The only one he doesn't
have is Anna dead.

Was she sexually assaulted?

We'd need the results from the
post-mortem but it didn't look like it, no.

Right, let's say it's Finlay.

He's been here for
the best part of a year.

Why last night?
What was the trigger.

Has a few drinks at the
party for Dutch courage.

Comes on to Anna in the lab.

Gets rebuffed.

Humiliated and angry...

The fact that he tried to
destroy the memory card

gives us enough to arrest
and question him at least.

That's me heading out, Billy.

In this weather?

I've got a lead on Finlay
Caulfield. I'm going to check it out.

I won't be long.

Where is she?

Where's Mum?

They took her away.

Where?

They moved her somewhere safe.

Then they're going to
take her to the mainland.

I want to see her.

I don't think
that's a good idea.

It's not your decision to make.

I think it is.

I'm your father.

Be good if you'd acted
like it a bit sooner.

Listen, I don't want
to argue with you.

I'm just trying to protect you.

I don't want your last
memory of your mother to be...

Her corpse?

Yeah.

You can't control
the way I feel.

Could you tell me
where I might find Gina?

She's over there.

Thank you.

Gina?

Detective Constable
Wilson. Might I have a word?

What about?

Finlay Caulfield.

Maybe we could take a
seat if you have a minute.

Thank you.

I'm sorry for bringing
up the past like this.

It's all right.

What do you want to know?

You met Finlay at a singles
club here at the library?

That's right.

And you went out on a date?

Just a drink, really.

I wasn't interested in
seeing him after that, so...

I gently knocked it on the head.

The male ego does bruise easily.

But by that time, he had your
email address. Is that right?

Yep.

That was a mistake.

And he started pestering you?

He wanted to see me again.

I just kept saying no
till the emails stopped.

Then after a month I started getting
emails from a different address.

Each one wordless but
with a different attachment.

Gina, what was in
the attachments?

Photographs of me
going about my life.

You know, normal
stuff, but it was creepy.

I was completely unaware
he was watching me like that.

Did he ever threaten
you physically?

No. Never.

And now?

No more emails?

No. Thankfully.

Why do you think they stopped?

So, what was her answer?

She said that after receiving a police caution
for harassing her, she'd heard he'd left town

for the job in Fair Isle
at the research centre.

OK. That's great work, Sandy.

Have you heard anything yet

about where Anna Blake and
Peter Latimer checked into for their...

secret tutorial?

Not yet but it will take a while for
everyone to check their records.

OK, well, just remember, they
might have used false names.

So while you're waiting
for something to happen,

start trawling through the CCTV
between the times of their flights

- in and out of Tingwall.
- Will do.

Anything that will help get a confession out
of Peter Latimer before his solicitor arrives

is going to be great.

Because...

You know, there's 70 souls on a very
small island and one of them's a murderer.

People are getting scared.

OK?

Bye, then.

Right, bring me Finlay
Caulfield, would you?

Finlay.

Finlay?

Hi, Dad.

I missed you today.

- I missed you too.
- I'm sorry about that.

It's OK. You can't help it.

I'll make it up to you.

You don't have to.

Cass, did you know that Joe was
coming back to the island last night?

Why would I?

Well, no, I just thought maybe
he might have mentioned it

on Facebook or...

Twitter or...

OK, we both know they're the only two social
networking sites you've ever heard of.

Aye.

I know Joe but we're
not really friends.

Ask your father when
they want their tea.

Nan wants to know what time...

What in God's name...

Tosh?

What was that?

I don't know.

We can go and have a
look in the Land Rover.

We don't have a key
and I can't find anyone.

No, on Fair Isle the
keys'll be in the ignition.

It sounded like it
came from Donnybrook.

I didn't grow up here,
remember. Be less specific.

That way.

Tosh, be careful.

What's happened?

Dad, stay where you are.

What is it? What's happened?

Who is it?

It's Peter Latimer.

He's not breathing.

Oh, dear God.