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What are you doing with these?

Some things should be kept private.

This year's is missing.

I'll find it.

Do you really still think he did it?

Yes.

He was badly wounded, Kat.

He had an accomplice. Chrissie.

So what else?

Calum, the oldest son's alibi is flimsy.

No word of the dough we lent you, to keep this sinking ship afloat.

I'll sort it, Gavin. I will.

You don't know Calum anymore.

The kind of people he hangs about with.

I've got it.

You're the one who did that in.

I'm not going down for you. Gus, call the cops.

Tell him we found Mary Maclean's killer.

It's crazy even to suggest Dad would destroy his own home,

wound himself,

and then kill Mam.

Let me go!

Did you know your wife was having an affair with Michael,

your brother-in-law?

How dare you besmirch my wife's memory?

Sìne!

I need to go down and find a signal.

Don't touch anything.

Wait in the pick-up with Sìne, this is a crime scene now.

I want to speak to you about my son, Calum.

It was my wife who shot me.

It was Mary!

Ten,

nine,

eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one...

Happy New Year!

Calum! Calum!

Come here.

Happy New Year, wee bro.

♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪

♪ Auld lang... ♪

There's no two ways about it. So far,

they haven't found a single print of your father's or Chrissie's in the shieling.

What about the gun, or the diaries? - They weren't there.

But the team found plenty of evidence

that it was your mother who hid the jewels.

But that doesn't mean she shot him.

The post-mortem indicates she did.

Gunshot residue was all over her right hand.

So that's it?

No, forensics don't always tell the whole story.

You just told me Mam shot him.

I know, but that still doesn't explain how she was the one

who ended up dead.

I'm sorry.

I can't get over it, Kat.

Her...

lying on the floor.

The police are done with Dad.

He wants to speak to the four of us.

I can't...

You have to.

For me.

I'll call you afterwards.

Where's DCI Halim?

Interviewing Michael, the brother-in-law.

Right.

You got any idea when Douglas Maclean or Christie Macmillan's

interview transcripts will be ready?

The wonders of AI.

Sit down, son.

I'll stand.

There's no easy way to tell you this--

Mam was having an affair with Uncle Michael.

According to whom? - Mam.

She told me a few weeks ago.

For how long?

On and off, for thirty years.

Why did you never leave her, Dad?

As stupid as it sounds,

I never stopped loving her.

That's why I lied to the police.

The last thing I wanted was

for you to know that your mother had tried to kill me.

But then you, son,

got caught up in this whole mess.

Drink.

I couldn't let you go to prison for her sins.

So what really happened?

What do you think?

Mam shot him.

But why?

She said she wanted to marry Uncle Michael.

That she'd set it all up

so the police would think that someone had broken in.

And if it was any consolation,

that I'd be praised for having saved my wife.

But that doesn't explain how she's the one who ended up dead.

After she shot me,

I was stunned.

But more than anything else, I had this overwhelming need to survive.

So when I saw her standing over me,

I swiped at the gun,

and she shot herself.

So how come the police never found the gun?

Chrissie. He told her to get rid of it.

There needs to be a wake.

No.

It's been too long as it is.

Ruaraidh is right. Tonight.

Despite everything, your mother deserves to be mourned.

Fine.

Ruaraidh? Will you lead the psalms?

Then that's that.

Sìne?

Eilidh says that you and PC Crichton are trying to prove that

I killed your mother.

I don't blame you.

I suppose she also maintains that I destroyed the sculptures?

Dad, I was...

I have no excuse...

I wasn't myself that night,

after your Aunt Ishbel told me

about your mother and Michael.

It was unforgivable

how I treated that girl.

Even worse,

it ruined our relationship.

But I've always been so proud of you, Sìne.

Don't worry.

Take a minute.

I'm not going anywhere.

I thought you might like a cuppa.

I took a gamble, milk and one sugar.

I can only imagine what you're going through.

What I'm trying to say is, if you want to talk--

Why would I want to talk to you?

Your sister...

you must have been deeply hurt by what she did.

The funny thing is...

she was never really that into Michael.

He was like a lovestruck puppy.

She'd play with him when she was bored.

And after her precious sculptures were destroyed, well...

she didn't give a shit about him anymore.

Are you sure?

Oh, he'd slip off to see her now and again, but he'd come back each time,

with his tail between his legs.

Then, a fortnight ago,

Mary came to me,

seeking forgiveness.

She was practically on her knees.

And did you forgive her?

Now, if you don't mind,

the poor soul will need his breakfast.

Sorry!

I knew you were there. - Oh yeah?

What now?

Hide and seek?

In the castle?

Oh, sorry, boss.

I need a word.

Right. Make it quick.

In private, if you don't mind.

How did it go with Michael Camshron?

Good, should be able to corroborate his story one way

by the end of the day.

And what exactly is his story?

That he knew nothing about Mary Maclean's plot

to kill her husband.

Because he and Mary had been lovers for ten years.

Who told you that?

- His wife, Ishbel. - Great.

Then we should be even closer to wrapping things up.

Or Douglas Maclean's account is a complete lie,

not least how his wife ended up dead.

Maclean said that Mary shot him

so that she could be with Michael.

I know. I interviewed him.

But why say that if they were no longer lovers?

As you should know by now,

killers aren't the most rational of people.

Oh, except I don't care how irrational you are.

You don't ask for your sister's forgiveness

if you're looking to rekindle an affair with her husband.

Are you telling me everything, Kat?

Look, all I'm saying, boss, is I've spent a lot of time

around this family, and it's riddled with lies.

And all I'm saying is that PF is happy

with the facts as outlined.

So if you want to poke holes in this case,

don't come to me with pet theories.

Get some actual bloody evidence.

Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep.

Thank you.

Hey, boss. You got a minute?

- Bloody hell. You too? - Sorry.

I'd have called, but we couldn't get any coverage.

Right. What have you got?

The gun is a lost cause.

The lock that Christina Macmillan said she dropped it into

is a good 100 meters deep.

- And up at the shieling? - Nothing's changed.

All the evidence points to Mary Maclean

being the only individual who could have stashed those jewels.

Hear that, Kat? Evidence.

Actual evidence.

Jenny, are you sure about that?

The lack of mobile coverage. - Yeah.

We sent Alex up and down that damn hill.

But I guess you learn to expect bugger all

if you're from around here.

- Dougie. - Oh, man!

No way.

Do it again.

Right, are you sure? - Yes.

Okay, but watch closely.

One, two, three.

Again. One, two, three.

Is it in the pen?

It can't be! - The pen? Let's see.

Oh!

You're a magician, Grandpa.

Hi, Dad.

Stay put, Douglas.

Your parents need to talk. She's in the sitting room.

Will we try again? Ready?

One, two, three.

Hi.

I'm not moving to Edinburgh anymore.

Thanks.

This is your last chance, Calum.

Time to clean up your act.

I will.

Be his father, not a mate.

I promise.

Then start today.

Yeah?

Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, boss.

Why would I be bothered?

You're only disturbing the first bit of sleep I've had

in 24 hours.

It's just I found Mary Maclean's last diary

up at the shieling. - No.

Forensics went over that scene with a fine-tooth comb.

Not up the hill, they didn't.

Where Ruaraidh Maclean, I believe, took it and burnt it.

So it's destroyed?

Yes. Yeah, all but a few scraps.

Most were of no interest,

but if you look at the text I sent you,

it's only the very end of four lines,

but they say-- - "You never know.

Someone else's child's...

'skinecredi'"?

This isn't a bloody elocution lesson, Kat.

What does it mean? - A shattered heart.

"It'll never recover."

It can only mean one thing.

One of the younger three isn't Douglas's kid,

Calum, Sìne, or Ruaraidh.

Yeah, unlikely Michael's.

You told me to bring you evidence.

Still, what does it prove?

That Douglas had found out

and Mary felt she had to kill him before he--

Told them and shattered her heart.

But this doesn't refute his claim, Kat,

that he swiped at the gun.

Except why does he keep on lying to us?

If nothing else, it should allow us to put the screws to him.

Well, not till we run those kids' DNA.

Yeah, right. Then we'll know for sure.

Just focus on your duties for now.

You got it.

And, boss, I really am sorry for waking you.

No you're not.

Good job nonetheless.

Uncle Ruaraidh.

Uncle Ruaraidh.

Do you want to play football with us? - I've got a lot on.

Please!

Didn't you hear me?

Hey!

Go set up the goal posts, alright?

I know you're hurting, but don't take it out on the wee fellow.

Sorry.

It's better with just the two of us anyway.

You can be Scotland.

And you can be England!

England?

Why!

It'll be more fun when I beat you!

I spoke to the minister.

She asked if you wanted to say a few words about Mam.

You should.

And you might want to apologize to your eldest son?

What was that with Sìne earlier?

I'm taking Calum and Sìne out of my will.

I'm giving you the majority share.

Are you sure?

Okay, no one would ever forgive Sìne for what she did,

betraying you to that cop.

But Calum?

Unfortunately, he's useless and always will be.

Is that why you were prepared to throw him under the bus yesterday?

That wasn't my intention.

I was just so angry about the necklace.

I wanted to give him the fright of his life.

What about Ruaraidh?

His share's secure. And I've set up a trust for Dougie.

So, how did it go?

Oh, shit. That bad?

The opposite.

Dad admitted he destroyed the sculptures.

He even said how much he regretted the way he treated you.

So what, he's now the father of the year?

Why not?

Because he's a narcissist.

What have you got if you don't have family?

Your career, your friends...

Me?

I was thinking maybe I could get a transfer to Inverness,

once all this is over. A fresh start.

Maybe you and I could even--

I didn't mean--

Instead of questioning my father's integrity,

maybe you should question yours.

I'm sorry?

Forget it.

Dad?

'Love is strong as death'

I just spoke to Dad.

Citizen's arrest, was it?

To put things right.

You're the only sister I've got.

Come here.

Lord, hear my prayer,

Listen to my cry

for mercy...

Is there anywhere on this island you won't poke your nose?

I was hoping my father might be here.

He's an elder.

Seumas?

He's helping the minister prepare for the wake.

It's tonight?

I thought you knew everything.

I found the diary ready, Ruaraidh.

Despite your best efforts, not every page was burnt.

Lies. - No.

The DNA results won't lie either.

So we can wait for the results or you can tell me right now,

which one of you isn't your father's child?

Calum?

Sìne?

You?

God is just.

He will pay back trouble to those who trouble you.

Hello, nice to see you.

Good to see you.

A word.

Excuse me, I'll leave you in Eilidh's fine company.

Sure.

Good to see you.

Why did you take the diaries?

They weren't safe in your room.

Well, it's too late.

She has the last one.

Sìne? - No, that cop.

I found it with the jewellry.

How did she get her hands on it? Did you give it to her?

Are you out of your mind?

I burnt it up on the moor.

At least, I thought I did.

But the police are now doing a DNA test to work out which of us isn't yours.

I read it, Dad.

I read them all.

The things you did...

According to your mother!

But we both know what she was like these last ten years.

How she neglected you-- - But before that--

Lord!

All lies, Ruaraidh.

For twenty years I paid for the best psychiatrists.

Paranoid personality disorder, is what it's called.

And it can't be cured!

She wasn't paranoid about everything. - No, not about everything.

What if that woman finds--

She won't!

I'm going to take care of her.

This whole damn nonsense.

You promise?

I promise.

Grandpa said we must be strong.

Yes, he used to say the same to me when I was wee.

Grandpa is a great man, isn't he, Dad?

Yes, in many ways.

But remember, Dougie, what's most important is how you treat others.

Now, let's go and find your mother,

before she thinks I've lost you.

Good to see you. Thanks for coming.

Such a waste.

We'd better go in. - Sure.

Cup of tea? - Yeah, that would be nice.

Where are the boys?

What's she doing here?

I didn't invite her. That's for sure.

I'll tell Chrissie to get rid of her. - No.

This is a wake.

Go and find your brothers.

There you go. - Thanks.

I see the usual gossips are here.

Ignore them.

Easy for you to say.

You've only got one night of it.

I've had to endure it for ten years.

Thanks for your support, Seumas.

Mary would have greatly appreciated it too.

She's now at peace with the Lord.

And you, Catrìona Màiri.

To find your father in such fine fettle.

Still busy with his beloved croft.

Excuse me.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten.

Wait, wait. - What is it?

What is it?

Fuck you, Calum.

Clear off, with Daddy's money in your pocket.

I'm more than earn my own.

I said go!

Go!

Ruaraidh.

It's time.

Thanks.

Hi, Tracey.

It's been a while. - It sure has.

I think the last time I saw you--

The New Year's party, here at the castle.

Not the most functional families, are they?

Why do you think I'm so keen to get out of here?

So why haven't you left?

Because what Douglas wants, Douglas gets.

Everything.

Lord, hear my prayer.

Listen to my cry for mercy.

Lord, hear my prayer.

Listen to my cry

for mercy.

In your faithfulness and righteousness...

In your faithfulness and righteousness...

- Boss. - Are you at church?

No, the castle for the wake.

Okay, well, listen, the, uh, the lab just called,

and the samples tested are all consistent

with a biological parent-child relationship.

I don't understand.

They're also Douglass's kids, Kat.

They can't be. The diary was--

Clearly referring to something else.

But it said someone else's child.

Yeah, I get that.

I have someone here to see me, so let's chat later.

"A shattered heart will never recover."

What did he do?

He said we're finished.

Unlike us, Tracey,

he didn't lack for anything from the day he was born.

He's never had to pick himself up off the ground,

start afresh.

Or do whatever you have to, to get what you desire.

And what do you desire, Tracey?

You can't do this to Calum, I won't let you!

It's gone too far, Ruaraidh.

No it hasn't.

Just go back to Inverness and he'll be none the wiser.

And if I don't?

I won't let you 'shatter his heart'.

So it's 'like father, like son', is it?

Dad didn't kill her.

Of course he did!

So that no one would discover what he did!

Mam didn't want that either.

What you need to do, Ruaraidh,

right here, right now, is decide

are you your father's son,

or your mother's boy?

Because you can't be both.

Stop!

I'm begging you.

Don't do this to Calum.

I'm sorry, Ruaraidh.

There's no other way.

Boss, you are not going to believe this.

I don't think you're going to believe this.

Or this.

My God, he's had someone watching me this whole time.

So you're not denying

that you engaged in an intimate relationship

with the victim's daughter?

Yes, of course I am.

She was emotional, and she--

She kissed me before I could even react.

And you and Sìne Maclean had never kissed before today?

No.

Yes, I mean, ten years ago, for about five minutes.

Well, I've got a sworn statement

that puts you in the family's employment ten years ago.

Please. Please.

Boss, you have to see that this is a setup.

They're all lying.

And what have you been doing these past few days, Crichton?

I'm sorry, I should have told you the truth from the start.

But when you hear what I have--

I don't care!

I don't care,

because any half-assed lawyer,

and the one I just met is anything but,

will convince a judge this is all fruit from a poisonous tree.

You are so tainted.

It would take a confession from Sir Douglas to reopen this case.

So what now?

Personally, I think you are guilty of gross misconduct.

As for now...

I want you off my team and off this bloody island.

Go pack up your things. You're done.

Now!

Come here!

Happy New Year, wee bro.

Happy New Year!

What the hell are you doing here?

Dad? Did he give you a rollicking last night?

I should go.

Hey, come on.

What is it? I've got plenty of time.

He's not yours.

Dougie isn't your son.

Yeah, right. Whose is he?

Archie at the post office?

Dad.

Mam found an old DNA test in his safe.

I saw them!

Dad can claim all he wants that Mam was paranoid,

but I was in the boot room when he and Tracey hooked up.

Calum!

Calum.

Calum.

Calum!