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GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

PHONE RINGS

Where were you shot?

PHONE VIBRATES

Mum and Dad have been shot.

You need to tell Dad how to stem the bleeding.

Dad?

LINE BEEPS

Shit! He cut off.

CAR LOCK CHIRPS

GLASS CLINKS

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

SIREN WAILS

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

The blood pressure is 80 over 32.

No!

Mum!

Talk to me, please!

BIRDSONG

CAR HORN BEEPS

CAR HORN BEEPS

LIFT DINGS

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

PHONE RINGS

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.

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR

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.

APPLAUSE

Woo!

ACCORDION MUSIC PLAYS

LAUGHTER

CHEERING

With midnight hour fast approaching,

would you join my family in counting down to the dawn

of a glorious new year?

PARTY POPPERS BANG

WHISTLING, CHEERING

ALL SING: # For Auld Lang Syne, my dear

# For Auld Lang Syne... #

SINGING CONTINUES

DISTORTED SOUND

DISTORTED CHEERING

Uncle Michael.

ENGINE STARTS

HE SIGHS

HE COUGHS

Oh, fuck!

HE COUGHS

CHILD SOBS

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR

INDISTINCT RADIO COMMS

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.

GLASS SMASHES

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.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

HIGH-PITCHED WHINE, CLICK

Right, let's get our bunny suits on.

It's authorised personnel only.

Give me a break!

Sorry, it's DCI Halim's orders.

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

CAMERA BEEPS AND CLICKS

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.

EERIE, DISCORDANT CRESCENDO

WOMAN LAUGHS

GULLS CAW DISTANTLY

GULLS CAW

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?

PHONE CHIMES

Sir Douglas wants to sit down with them first.

So go and provide support.

CHATTER

Sorry. Do you mind?

SHE LAUGHS

GASPS

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

HIGH-PITCHED WHINE, CLICK

CLOCK CHIMES

GROANS GENTLY

Constable.

Crichton? Mm-hm.

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

from the family regarding your wife.

QUIET SOBBING

Nothing.

This was a mistake.

No, Cathy, you were.

GLASS SHATTERS

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR THUDS

HAMMER SMASHES

HE YELLS

HE GRUNTS

YELLING

SMASHING CONTINUES

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

GLASS CLATTERS

Cathy, sir.

HE CHUCKLES

After all, your prints are everywhere.

Please, sir.

Please don't do this.

PHONE RINGS

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.

PHONE BEEPS

I need to see my boy.

Mm.

Oh.

Uh...

HE GROANS

DISTANT ECHOING SHOUTS

SHOUTS GROW LOUDER

WOMAN SCREAMS

SCREAMING CONTINUES

MARY: Why?

Well, at least you got a chance.

Have you told your boss?

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