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So what else?

Calum - the oldest son - his alibi is flimsy.

You're the one who did her in?

I'm not going down for you!

Gus, call the cops.

Tell them we've found Mary Maclean's killer.

POLICE SIREN WAILS

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

I want to speak to you about my son Calum.

It was my wife who shot me.

It was Mary!

Calum! Calum!

BAND PLAYS "AULD LANG SYNE"

PARTYGOERS: # Should auld acquaintance be forgot

# For auld lang syne... #

Gunshot residue was all over her right hand.

You just told me Mum shot him.

I know, but that still doesn't explain

how she was the one who ended up dead.

I'm sorry.

KAT MURMURS SOOTHINGLY

PHONE CHIMES

Where's DCI Halim?

Interviewing Michael, the brother-in-law. Right.

Have you got any idea when Douglas Maclean or Chrissie Macmillan's

interview transcripts will be ready?

The wonders of AI.

Mam shot him.

GUNSHOT

No.

I can only imagine what you're going through.

And after her precious sculptures were destroyed...

Mm.

LAUGHTER AND CHATTER ECHO

Ruaraidh!

Yeah!

Go!

Oh! Sorry.

Boss, I need a word.

Right. Make it quick.

In private, if you don't mind.

How did it go with Michael Cameron?

Good. Should be able to corroborate his story one way or another

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 hadn't 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?

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 the 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,

but some actual bloody evidence!

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

KAT SIGHS

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 loch that Christina Macmillan says she dropped it into

is a good 100 metres 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, Mum!

No way!

Oh! Oh!

Ha-ha!

Oh!

Oh!

Hi, Dad. Hey.

Oh!

Hi.

Time to clean up your act. I will.

Be his father,

not a mate. I promise.

PHONE BUZZES

Yeah?

Hi. 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.

How?

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 was destroyed?

Well, 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...

"Never know someone else's child...

Sgi... S-gena-creddy."

It's sgaincreadh cridhe.

This isn't a bloody elocution lesson, Kat. What does it mean?

A shattered heart.

Will never recover.

Can only mean one thing.

One of the younger three isn't Douglas' kid -

Calum, Sine, or Ruaraidh.

Yeah, and likely 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 the heart.

But this doesn't refute his claim, Kat, though,

that he swiped at the gun.

Well, except why does he keep on lying to us?

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

Well, not until we've run those kids' DNA.

Yeah. Right. Then we'll know for sure.

Just focus on your duties for now.

OK. Got it.

And, boss, I...

..I really am sorry for waking you.

No, you're not.

Good job nonetheless.

KAT SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Uncle Ruaraidh!

Uncle Ruaraidh!

No!

Hey!

Go and set up the goalposts, all right?

Hey.

CAR ENGINE REVS

Hey, you can be Scotland!

England?!

CALUM CHUCKLES

CALUM: All right, stop the ball.

Focus on the ball.

INDISTINCT FOOTBALL CHATTER

Oh, shit! That bad?

The opposite.

Why not?

Because he's a narcissist.

Sine, I didn't mean that...

Instead of questioning my father's integrity,

maybe you should question yours.

I'm sorry?

SINE SCOFFS

Forget it.

Dad?

No.

MAN SINGS:

I found the diary, Ruaraidh.

QUIET CHATTER

Sure.

All lies, Ruaraidh!

DISTORTED VOICES

DOOR CLICKS AND SHUTS

Please. Please!

Fuck you, Calum.

I'll more than earn my own.

SHARP KNOCKS ON DOOR

Hi, Tracey.

Not the most functional of families, are they?

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

HE SINGS:

ALL SING:

PHONE BUZZES

PHONE CONTINUES TO BUZZ

Boss?

Are you at church?

No. The castle for the wake.

OK. Well, listen, the lab just called,

and the samples tested are

all consistent with a biological parent-child relationship.

I don't understand. But...

They're all Sir Douglas's kids, Kat.

But they can't be. The diary was...

Clearly referring to something else.

But it said "someone else's child."

Yeah. Er, I get that.

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

CALL ENDS

SINGING CONTINUES

A shattered heart will never recover.

WOMAN SNIFFLES

Mm.

KNOCK ON DOOR, DOOR OPENS

Boss, you are not going to believe this.

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

Or this.

Oh, 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 kissed me before I could even react.

And you and Sine Maclean had never kissed before today?

No.

Yes. I mean,

ten years ago for about five minutes.

Hmm. 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 set-up. They're all lying.

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

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

but when you hear what I've...

I don't care!

I don't care!

Because any half-arsed lawyer,

and the one I've just met is anything but,

will convince the 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.

HE THUMPS DESK

Calum!

Calum!

Calum!

MOTORCYCLE REVS

Calum!

Calum!