Original subtitles

GUNSHOT

The deceased's a woman named Lady Mary Maclean.

Her husband, Sir Douglas, is in critical condition.

You're from the island.

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

Yours.

SMASHING

you've no conflicts, do you?

Uh, no. No conflicts.

Have you told your boss?

What? Find myself in your father's crosshairs again?

I need to see my boy.

CHEERING

NOODLES ON GUITAR

WHOOPING

ALL:

VOICE ECHOES

DISSONANCE

HEARTBEAT

FEEDBACK

PARTY POPPERS AND WHISTLING

Yeah!

GRUNTS

I'm his bloody father.

When it suits you.

ENGINE APPROACHES

You know, Springsteen,

if you put less money into marketing...

..and more into making this shite taste good...

..you could have made a go of it.

IN ENGLISH: ..to keep this sinking ship afloat.

Can he no cough up?

Well...

Ach, aye, but...

..given recent events...

I got no problem with your folks.

YOU'RE my fucking problem!

Well, if that shit isn't paid by tomorrow,

Tweedie's on his way.

So, you get the urgency.

DOOR OPENS

Morning!

Morning.

You're up early. Sorry, Jenny, I'll be back in a bit.

No.

Mm?

Hi.

Dr Maclean.

Chrissie.

Dr Maclean?

CHUCKLING

Right, 24 hours in, how's the burglary crew theory holding up?

Unfortunately, the CCTV was down at the castle.

You found nothing unusual on other footage?

Er, not yet.

There were no unknown prints found at the crime scene, either.

No names of any known criminals on any ferry or flight manifests,

or any new intel on the stolen jewels?

And nothing from our informants suggests it was locals.

OK, so, with that theory looking decidedly less solid,

how about we look closer to home?

What about Sir Douglas, boss?

I only bring it up because yesterday he mentioned to his kids

that he grabbed the duvet to staunch his wife's blood

but, as you can see, the duvet is perfectly flat.

It would have required him to shoot himself from ten feet away.

Or Christina McMillan was his accomplice.

Except her CCTV WAS working,

and shows Chrissie leaving her place

moments after Sir Douglas called her.

Hm. My suspicion is he misspoke -

but, Jen, you'll follow up, just in case.

So, what else?

Calum, the oldest son's alibi is flimsy.

Witnesses confirmed that he spent the night

at the An Caladh pub in Tarbert,

but then he left just after midnight.

He claimed he went back home to fetch some rum.

Why? He was in a pub.

Right, but he owns a craft distillery

that went belly up six months ago.

Gus, the publican, said he tried to drop off a case, around 1:30?

15 minutes after his parents were shot.

Where does mobile triangulation put him at the time of the murder?

Just a general vicinity.

He could have been at his home, or at the castle.

Right, I want to know where Calum was,

and who he was with, in the days leading up to the murder.

Where he might have obtained a handgun.

So, when's the postmortem? This afternoon.

Good. Good, that should tell us more.

PHONE VIBRATES

It's Sine Maclean.

Take it.

And then, uh, then go see Calum.

Don't ask any questions, let him run his mouth and report back.

OK. All right.

VIBRATION CONTINUES

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Bloody hell.

It's the day I was adopted.

KEYPAD BEEPS

No.

That cop's bad news, Sine.

That cop?

Who was treating her badly.

Dad never raised a hand to Mum.

DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS

KNOCK ON DOOR

MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS

GLASS CLINKS

Not business minded.

CALUM EXHALES

Come on, you must have heard.

Yeah. Right.

SINE:

LINE RINGS

Hello?

Hi, Aisha, it's Kat. Have you got a minute?

Sure.

Do you know if it would be possible for someone to adopt a child

without their spouse's consent?

Not usually.

This would have been back in the early '90s.

OK. I can look into it for you. OK, that'd be great, thank you.

The child's name is Eilidh Maclean.

Auntie Eilidh.

This threat about Edinburgh.

It's not a threat.

It's an opportunity.

I understand you, too.

Douglas?

BELL TINKLES

LAUGHTER ECHOES

This Australia thing.

Mm?

No, no.

I gave up my place at uni.

I didn't ask you to do that.

SCOFFS

No! No...

Please...

Fuck you, Calum.

PHONE RINGS

RINGING CONTINUES

Hi.

Wow. Talk about not having a clue.

MUFFLED LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

Springsteen risen from the dead.

I knew you were a man that'd pull through.

Are we even?

Worth six figures, easy.

You're the one who did her in? No!

I'm not going down for you.

Gus, call the cops.

Tell them we found Mary Maclean's killer.

Are you crossing the Sahara?

Pathetic.

OK.

So, if you don't mind...

TURNS ON RADIO

PHONE RINGS

Boss? Calum Maclean tried to off-load some jewellery

in a pub in Tarbert.

We've issued a warrant for his arrest.

So, go and tell Sir Douglas before he hears it from somebody else.

SIRENS WAIL

REVS ENGINE

Calum Maclean,

I'm detaining you on suspicion of murder.

ON RADIO: We've just picked up Calum Maclean.

DOOR BANGS

How dare you besmirch my wife's memory, MacSween.

It's Constable Crichton.

DOOR CLOSES

CLAMOUR OF VOICES ECHOS

Calum.

But Trace, she hates me now.

No.

She hates you tonight.

She'll leap into your arms.

DOOR OPENS

DIALLING TONES

LINE RINGS

Hi.

So, when your sister Eilidh left your father's study this morning,

you reopened the safe and took the necklace to pay off Gavin Ross?

Right, because that's what Mam wanted me to do.

Mm. Why didn't your mam give it to you herself?

Well, she was all set to, but...then she said I had to wait.

Even though Ross was threatening you?

I don't know.

Or, perhaps, she realised you're a pot-smoking loser

who she doesn't want to enable any more...

No! ..and that angered you.

Didn't it?

So much so that you decided to kill two birds with one stone.

I loved my mother.

Yeah, right up until you pulled the trigger.

I didn't kill her!

KNOCK AT DOOR

Interview suspended at 17:45. What?!

Crichton, she says it's urgent.

This better be good.

Yep?

OK, secure the scene. I'll meet you there as soon as possible.

What's going on?

We're the ones asking the questions, Calum.

If I were you, I'd start working on my confession.

Let's go.

DOOR SHUTS

No.

ENGINE APPROACHES

Seriously, terrific work, Kat. Thanks, boss.

ENGINE APPROACHES

What the hell is he doing here?

Do you want me to...? Yes, would you?

CAR DOOR SLAMS

Chief Inspector Halim?

I'm sorry, Sir Douglas, this is as far as you can go. Chief Inspector!

He's tied up right now.

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

Unfortunately, I'm not permitted at this time.

Listen to me. You have to let him go -

he has nothing to do with this.

It was Mary!

It was my wife who shot me.

Maclean.

DOOR OPENS

You all right?

Yeah.