Original subtitles

DAVID: This body's been here twelve months at least.

MACKENZIE: Care to hazard a cause of death?

Blunt force cranial damage.

- Someone smashed her head in? - Not her.

MACKENZIE: We've got a DNA match for the lad in the woods.

The same DNA as Sally Palmer?

Alan Ratcliffe, a close blood relative.

HENRY: Ah, yes. I remember Alan.

I treated him for Lyme disease.

DAVID: That's Dr Maitland, Henry.

MACKENZIE: Has he always been in a chair?

Road accident. He lost his wife in the accident.

(SPLASHING)

No, no, you're wet. Your clothes are all wet.

- Whose clothes are these? - (METAL DOOR CLANGING)

DAVID: How's Granddad?

DAN: In the bedroom, sleeping.

I'm at George Mason's caravan, top end of Farnham Woods.

I've just found him dead. Decorated like the others.

I think it's all Dan.

You shouldn't be here, Dr Hunter.

You can't be here!

(METAL HITTING)

I've got her, I've got Jenny. She's gone into hypo.

Henry! Check her pulse.

Ambulance are on the way. How's she doing?

(NEEDLE PUNCTURING)

- Hmm, what? - I'm sorry, David.

(GROANS)

(EERIE MUSIC)

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(KISSING)

(LAUGHING)

AL: How about Belize?

(DIANA LAUGHS)

There's a giant marine sinkhole just off the coast

called the Great Blue Hole.

Jacques Cousteau said it was one of the best diving sites.

Midnight parrot fish,

turtles,

Caribbean reef sharks.

(DOVES COOING)

It's 150 metres deep.

They'd never find us down there.

Amongst the sharks.

Safer than here.

And we get to be together.

Don't you want to swim with a turtle? (LAUGHS)

(CRACKLING SOUNDS)

- What? - (THREATENING MUSIC)

(THUMPING) (DIANA SCREAMS)

- What the fuck? - (PUNCHING, KICKING)

(KICKING SOUND) (AL GRUNTING)

Please, Henry.

Get in the car.

(AL MOANS IN PAIN)

Now.

(CROW CAWS)

(AL GROANING)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR KEYS JANGLE)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, LOCKS)

(AL GROANING, PANICKING)

Please!

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

(SMASHING SOUNDS)

(DIANA SCREAMS)

(CONTINUED SMASHING SOUNDS)

HENRY: You have done this!

(SMASHING, SQUELCHING)

(DIANA CRIES)

(LEAVES RUSTLING)

(DRAGGING, GRUNTING)

(HENRY BREATHING HEAVILY)

DAN: Hello, Dr Maitland.

Dan.

Is he hurt?

Yes.

Like a bird who's lost his wing, yeah?

Yeah.

Mr Anders says when animals are hurt,

you have to give them back to nature, yeah?

That's right.

And we don't want any of God's creatures suffering, do we?

No.

If you want, Dr Maitland, I can take it from here.

I know what he needs.

Thank you, Dan.

That's very kind of you.

Maybe we shouldn't tell anyone about this.

We don't want them to be sad.

Yeah, no.

Perhaps you could swing by the surgery tomorrow?

You want me to cut the grass?

Yes, Dan...

I do.

Okay.

(BODY THUMPS)

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(CAR RUMBLING)

(HENRY SIGHS)

I love you, you know that?

We'll work it out, I promise.

Things will be better than ever.

(SEATBELT CLICKS QUIETLY)

(STRUGGLING SOUNDS)

(CAR TYRES SQUEAL)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(INDICATORS CLICKING)

d Afraid all my life now d

d Got no time for the dark in me d

d Now I breathe d

d Now I breathe d

d I'm calm but I talk like a waterfall d

d Taking more and more until I burst d

d And then I can't live with the aftermath d

d I'm cursed d

d And then I can't live with the aftermath d

d I'm cursed d

(ECHOING SOUNDS)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(DISTANT) David.

David.

You need to focus.

David!

(EXHALES)

Just a small dose of ketamine. You'll be fine.

This syringe

contains 125 milligrams of morphine.

If any police enter the building, David,

nothing they do will save your lady friend here.

- (TENSE MUSIC) - (DOG BARKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

- David? - HENRY: I warned you!

DAVID: (SLURRING) Get out! Get out.

- Leave, get out. - Get off my property!

- Get back, get back, get back! - Now!

- Okay. - (DOOR CLOSES)

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

(SPLASHING, SHOUTING)

- You don't... - Have to do this.

- (SPLASHING) - No, she...

She's done nothing to you.

HENRY: There you go again with your reason and logic.

You're not well.

Do you really think patronising me

is a good way to go right now?

You don't...

(THUMP)

You don't want to kill her.

The colour of her lips

suggests her fate may already be sealed.

You can make this all right.

We can... save her.

You, you can save her.

Oh, fuck off, you tiresome fucking prick!

Please.

Please, please, please, please.

HENRY: You are still the same snivelling,

whining, naval-gazing wretch that showed up on my doorstep.

You haven't even asked me what I want.

It doesn't matter.

HENRY: Not even a little curious?

To live with... with so little imagination,

are... are you sure your wife didn't drown herself on purpose?

Ah, there he is, he lives.

What do you want?

HENRY: I want... you to suffer.

Why?

For ruining me.

After everything I have done for you.

A home, a job.

Endless nights listening to your pitiful whining.

I gave you back your life and this is how you repay me?

- Helping the police? - Traitor!

So, now I shall simply restore you

to the state in which I found you.

Snivelling over yet another woman you have failed to save.

(EXHALES)

Betrayal.

She died, what...

four or five years ago.

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

Same time as Sally's brother.

- (SMASHING) - A coincidence.

That's it.

They were lovers, weren't they?

- (DIANA SIGHS) - A dalliance, nothing more.

But maybe it was for her.

Maybe she was dreaming of escaping you

while she was fucking a younger man.

Do not talk about my wife!

(THUDDING SOUNDS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

I'm going to fucking kill you!

(DAVID CHOKING)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

Come here!

Get in now! Get in here now!

(DISTANT VOICES) Move! Move!

Come on! Hurry up!

(MUFFLED SHOUTING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

DAVID: She's gonna be okay.

Dr Maitland made a full confession.

It all started when he caught Sally's brother

having an affair with his wife.

So, Sally came to town, looking for her brother.

And found out about the affair.

What about Dan?

Dr Maitland somehow found a way of getting inside his head.

So, it was him that was... disposing of the bodies?

Yeah, I'm not entirely sure he even knew

that what he was doing was wrong.

Will he stand trial?

He'll need a full psych evaluation.

What... what about Linda?

Maitland again.

Covering his tracks.

When you mentioned the letter,

he couldn't be sure what else Sally might have told her.

(EXHALES)

Hey, don't even go there.

It's not your fault, David.

I wish that were true.

I don't understand why people do what they do.

My job is simply to determine the facts.

But I do know when someone's got a gift.

And something tells me you need to use yours.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DAVID GROANING)

(KNOCKING, CREAKING SOUNDS)

- (WATER GUSHING) - (FINGER TAPPING)

(GASPS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(WAVES CRASHING)

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

(NO DIALOGUE)

(NO DIALOGUE)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(SLURPING)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

You need to get me another job.

DCI MACKENZIE: Er, you do know it's four in the morning?

You got me back into this. You owe me.

Have they, er...

Have they said anything more?

Hmm, they said I can leave tomorrow or the day after.

Good.

Yeah.

I really want to go back to school soon.

- You sure? - Yeah.

I... need things to feel ordinary.

But I'm not sure you're ready for that.

(SOFT MUSIC)

You know my favourite part of sailing?

The moment where...

the boat's just drifting.

Then suddenly...

the sail fills...

and you're moving.

Sometimes you just need to go where the wind takes you.

Then that's what I'll do.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

DCI MACKENZIE: Why don't you take some time?

What have you got?

Okay, a favour for a friend of mine

is all I've got to offer you,

if, erm... confirmation of an accidental death

isn't beneath your pay grade?

I don't have a pay grade.

All right, DCI Wallace based out of Glasgow,

but he also covers the Western Isles.

Body found on the island of Runa a couple of days ago.

But his team are busy with a train crash.

He needs someone ASAP.

Okay.

Okay, I'll see myself out.

- (DRAMATIC MUSIC) - (DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(FERRY HOOTING)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

(WATER GUSHING)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Best to look at the horizon.

It's to do with your inner ear

and your eyes seeing different things.

Yeah, thank you. Thank you, I know.

Course, sorry. I...

I haven't had the chance to work with forensics before, so...

(DAVID SCOFFS)

FRASER: Hiya, Mary love, it's me.

Tickets?

Erm, listen, I'll see you tonight.

I'm on my way, okay? Love you.

Nearly went without you back there, Maggie.

No, you wouldn't. My gran would kill you.

Here, who's that that came on the boat with the police?

Don't know.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GANGPLANK CLANKS)

(WATER LAPPING)

Hello, are you the pathologist?

Er, you are?

Detective Andrew Brody. Retired.

David Hunter, forensic anthropologist.

You found the body and contacted DCI Wallace?

Aye, I wanted my information acted on.

A small island like ours

tends to get pushed to the back of the queue, otherwise.

Oh, I'm sure.

You two thinking of walking there?

Best not keep Sergeant Fraser waiting.

In you go, girl, up you go, come on.

- DAVID: Thank you. - ANDREW: Come on, girl.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CAR BRAKES SQUEAK)

On you come, girl.

- Good. There we go. - (CAR DOORS CLOSE)

Oh, whose is the camper van?

Oh, it's mine.

I've been using it to keep an eye on things

since I found the body.

But as far as I can tell, nobody's been up here.

- Right. - But look,

if you want me to leave it behind,

if you think you can use it?

Ah, there you go, home sweet home.

- What? - (FRASER LAUGHS)

- Right, we'll be off. - Okay.

If you need me, you know where I am.

Thank you.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

DAVID: Okay.

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN)

DI FRASER: Jesus fuck.

DI DUNCAN: Oh, my God.

DAVID: Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'll be all right.

DI FRASER: Have you ever seen anything like this?

DAVID: No, it's a highly unusual burn.

DI FRASER: Wallace would have been better off

getting Mulder and Scully.

Windows are sealed, no sign of water ingress.

Modest risk of contamination,

otherwise site integrity remains sound.

- DI DUNCAN: What does that mean? - DI FRASER: We work here.

Duncan has ambitions for CID.

- DUNCAN: Mm-hmm. - DAVID: Well, if you can,

it's always best to study a body in situ.

Context is everything.

FRASER: Yeah, well, context is saying

that some druggie just passed out on his fucking candle.

Right, let's get working lights set up,

er, outer and inner perimeter.

DI FRASER: No, it's clearly an accident.

I mean, look at the place.

Well, presumption doesn't dictate process.

And you can lose these.

The DNA will have been destroyed in the fire.

- Sure. - Okay.

DAVID: Thank you.

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

DAVID: Given the right temperature, everything burns.

Wood, clothing, people.

At 250 degrees Celsius, flesh will ignite,

skin blacken and muscle contract.

Of the soft tissue, the organs are always the last to go.

Cocooned in moistness,

they will hold out till the bitter end.

But bone is different.

It resists the hottest of fires,

often retaining its ghostly shape

even when all the carbon has been burned from it.

A final bastion stubbornly clinging to the memories

of a life once lived.

(WIND WHISTLING QUIETLY)

(SHEETS FLUTTERING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(GASPS)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

No, I have to make the bed.

I'll help.

You're not the kind of help I need.

- I'm good with beds. - (LAUGHS)

(SEAGULLS CRYING)

(LAUGHS)

Fire was highly localised

and must have been intensely hot to reduce the body to ash.

Radiant heat has scorched surrounding objects,

but nearby mattress remains untouched.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

Hip bones too wide for a man,

head of the humerus too narrow.

It's cumulative. Either one could be marginal.

But together, they suggest a female.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

All right. How many fire sources are you seeing?

Okay, so we have the one in the hearth

and that smaller one,

but aren't they too far from the body to be the cause?

- (CAMERA CLICKS) - Not so simple.

No one stays still when they catch fire,

even if they're unconscious.

The body's instinct is always to save itself.

Of course. Erm, well, could an accelerant have been used?

That's a good question.

Erm, haven't smelt any residual benzine

and accelerants like petrol don't burn hot enough.

Plus...

The fire would have spread and the whole cottage gone up.

But it's rare, surely,

I mean, no, no fire damage to the building?

- It's certainly a first for me. - Marvellous.

Let's call it a day for now, start again in the morning.

If you could start sealing the building up, please?

DI FRASER: Yeah, sure.

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (GIRL LAUGHING) - (HAND BANGS ON WALL)

(HEAVY BREATHING) Come on, he'll be here soon.

Get a wriggle on, then. I need five more minutes.

Oh, come on.

- (LAUGHS) Oi. - Oh. (LAUGHS)

No...

(SINISTER MUSIC)

(CAR RUMBLING)

DI FRASER: Nice to have money to burn.

- DAVID: Who lives there? - Strachans.

Came to Runa from God knows where.

Started chucking money around,

fixed roads, school, medical clinic.

Isn't that good?

Well, makes them think that they own the place.

REPORTER: Officials have confirmed that the derailment

of a passenger train was caused by a terrorist attack.

- The train, which was... - Hello?

- ... hundreds of passengers... - Hi, Josie.

- Hey, lovely, how are you doing? - Good.

- Oh, I need a drink. - Coming up.

Ta, and I've been calling Mary all day to tell her I'm coming.

- And no answer, I guess? - (SCOFFS)

Don't suppose you've managed to hold her down?

- You'll find her in the kitchen. - Ah.

She's been better, but she's doing okay.

She's looking forward to that holiday.

That makes two of us.

- Hi. - DAVID: Hi.

Oh, sorry, er, Dr Hunter.

"Ellen" is what she forgot to say.

I wasn't sure what time you'd be arriving,

but your room's ready, if you want to follow me.

Thank you, I'll be down.

Aye.

- (WOMAN TALKING) - (GIRL LAUGHING)

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

Alice.

Oh, her name's Anna,

and I've told her it's past bedtime.

I can't sleep. The sea's too loud.

Oh, funny how it didn't bother you last week. Bed, young lady.

I'll come to you once I've shown Dr Hunter his room.

Talking of, room's not very grand, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm sure it's fine.

Oh, always the way, oh, hey.

Er, there's no Wi-Fi, so you can plug into the phone line.

There's no taxis on the island,

so guests borrow my car when needed.

She's not a Porsche but she's tough.

I'm-I'm sorry about the muddle with Anna.

She's used to all kinds, living here.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SOFT MUSIC)

WEATHER REPORTER: The Met Office

has issued a severe weather warning for Storm Marnie,

which is due to hit the west coast of Scotland

later this evening.

Severe flooding is expected, and high winds are anticipated

across most of Scotland and northwest England.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GARAGE DOOR SCRAPES CLOSED)

(ECHOING FOOTSTEPS)

KINROSS: That's considerably further north than before.

MACDONALD: They're the coordinates.

KINROSS: Four?

MACDONALD: Six.

KINROSS: That's not what we agreed.

Now, I told you from the start, four per trip, max.

So, say no.

48-hour turnaround, no different any other times.

It's too big a risk.

I want 30 percent.

See, that is what I admire, Ian.

A man who's not afraid to speak his mind.

How's that son of yours?

Capable lad, I hear.

If he ever fancies broadening his horizons,

be sure to let me know.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(PHONE LINE RINGING)

JENNY: Hey.

- Hello. - Where are you?

Erm... the Outer Hebrides.

Oh.

An island called Runa.

Okay.

I thought you were kidding.

No.

What are you doing, David?

Er...

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

I'm not sure.

A job.

Sounds like a long way to go for a job.

I think the wind blew me here.

You don't mind me calling?

No, I like hearing your voice.

Stay safe, David.

And you.

(BEER POURING)

Made yourself at home, Sergeant Fraser?

Hey, aye, er, well, my daughter,

she works here at the hotel and Ellen's an old friend.

You know, you may be right, from what I...

From what I can tell, er,

the heat fractures on the skull aren't in a grid,

which means they occurred before decomposition.

If I can confirm that it's natural,

then we should be able to...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, erm, up here, Doc,

when we're finished working for the day, we're done.

Okay.

I'll start early tomorrow, but I can make my own way up.

Yeah, knock yourself out.

- This is Duncan's. - Oh, great, thanks, Ellen.

Making the lad cook in the camper van's a bit harsh.

Even for me.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Hello.

How did it go?

Oh, sorry, you're not meant to tell me what you've found.

It's early days.

Er, we don't run to a menu, so I hope mutton stew's all right.

I've left yours at your table, Andrew.

Thanks, Ellen.

Would you care to join me?

It's comfier than eating at the bar.

Sure.

(DOOR OPENS)

ELLEN: Hi, lads.

- I'll get your... [UNCLEAR] - MAN: Aye, well, there you go.

We don't go up by the cottage much.

Bess, she chooses her own routes these days.

She must have caught a scent.

I'm sure she did.

(MEN LAUGHING LOUDLY)

Well, it's a beautiful place to live.

Oh, these islands are pretty enough indeed,

but don't be fooled.

We've had a long-standing problem

of empty properties being used as drug dens.

- Really? - Hmm.

Come over from the mainland on the ferry.

And as we've no police here,

we're as near as we get to lawless.

(MEN LAUGHING LOUDLY)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(CROWS CAWING)

(BRUSH SCRAPING GENTLY)

DAVID: Far from being the hard and brittle forms

that museums might invoke,

skeletons are a living tissue,

malleable, responsive.

Forever shaping, changing, remoulding,

according to the patterns of or lives.

35.4.

DAVID: Bone records all.

An archive of human history, a map of the lived experience.

(SIGHS) Ah, shit.

DAVID: Tibia and fibula charred as far as the shins.

(BRUSH SCRATCHING)

Signs of decomposition on remaining soft tissue.

Does that mean that you can tell when she died?

Well, it's tricky with very limited insect activity,

but given the conditions, that's what I'd expect.

Surely you have some idea, gents?

Mr Brody.

You can't be in here.

The site is closed to the public.

Oh.

I didn't realise it was an official crime scene.

You are retired, remember.

Come on, Bess.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Is this far enough?

Well...

You know, I could always stick my fingers in my ears.

- (LIGHTER FLICKS) - (FRASER LAUGHS)

Feel free to stick them wherever you want.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

DAVID: Fireplace, one-three-two.

One-three-two.

- Let's do the stairs. - Yep.

Er, 27.5.

So, we know it's a woman,

but do we have anything more on her?

Like how long she's been dead?

Well, er...

Assuming she's been here all this time,

and looking at the way the stone's scorched underneath,

I would say we're looking at around... four to five weeks.

Commitment's an issue with you, isn't it?

(SCOFFS) She's 30.

Erm, a couple of years younger, perhaps.

How can you tell that?

The female pubic bone flattens with age,

and this one's eroded, but not badly damaged.

- (BRUSH SCRATCHING) - Wait a sec.

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

What is that?

Body fat.

(GASPS, GAGS)

- Sorry. - That's it.

That's it.

There's two ways you can reduce a human body to ash.

You incinerate it at a very high temperature,

which we know didn't happen

because the cottage didn't burn down.

Or you burn it at a lower temperature,

but for much longer.

This was a low-intensity fire. It's called the wick effect.

The what?

She didn't roll onto a candle. She was the candle.

Body fat the wax, clothing the wick.

Less fat towards the extremities means the fire goes out.

How the fuck is she on the ceiling?!

Fat liquifies.

Gets carried up in the smoke.

(MUMBLING) Like a chip pan fire without the chips.

Sorry.

So, erm...

Are we any closer to figuring out if this is a crime scene?

No.

(WIND BLOWING)

So, we do this right and there's more,

all proceeds to be split between ourselves,

everything free and fair.

Anyone having a good enough year to say no?

So, you inviting us in to keep us quiet?

Is that it, Ian?

Aye, aye.

(BRUSH SCRATCHING)

What time is it?

DUNCAN: 6.30.

You were already here when I got up at 6.00 this morning.

Was I?

It looks like her head just exploded.

I mean, was that the heat or... ?

That's what they used to think.

Cranial blowout.

But it was nonsense.

Want to feel?

- Yeah. - Careful.

Heat induces fractures.

Each has a different texture, a different feel.

Give it here.

Shit.

I can feel a depression.

What is it?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Concentric circular fractures

caused by an impact to the skull.

In this case consistent with interpersonal violence.

So, unlawful killing?

Er, in all likelihood, yes.

Okay, yeah, I will call Wallace and get the CSIs over here.

(SCOFFS)

(GRASS RUSTLING IN THE WIND)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

You can get the fuck out of here.

Any idea who it is?

Are there any suspicious circumstances?

- Leave. - I'm just doing my job.

People have a right to know.

- Look, no, you little shit! - (CAMERA CLICKS)

Can't blame a girl for trying.

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(UNDER HER BREATH) Lying, conniving bitch.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Oh. (EXHALES)

(VOMITING)

(HIGH-TEMPO MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

See ya. Bye.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(CAR ENGINE REVS)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(THUNDER RUMBLES) (RAIN PATTERS)

WEATHER PRESENTER: Heavy rains overnight

and winds in excess of 80 miles per hour

are expected across much of Scotland,

with the northwest and coastal locations

experiencing the brunt of the storm.

It's expected that there will be serious consequences

for travel across the country,

with road, rail, air and ferry services

all likely to be severely affected.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GASPS) (CAR TYRES SQUEAL)

(CRASHING SOUND)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(PANTING)

Fuck.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

Helen!

(EXHALES)

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Alice.

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Wait, Alice!

Alice.

Alice!

(GIRL LAUGHING)

Stay, Alice!

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(TREACHEROUS MUSIC)

Alice!

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Ah!

(THUNDER CRACKS)

(ECHOING) Alice!

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