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[music continues]

[cars honking]

[indistinct chattering]

[pants]

- Hello, Janice.
Doctor Hamilton.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- My baby..

- I need you to relax
your stomach muscles.

Okay.

She's having a complete
placental abruption.

- What's wrong with my baby?

- Your placenta has dislodged
from the uterine lining.

Which means your baby
needs to come out right now.

Do you understand?

I'm going to perform
a C-section.

Okay.

Call O-Ops, tell them
we're coming down.

- Doctor Hamilton..

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- Oxytocin's not working,
can you..

- Doctor Hamilton.

It's not her. It's you.

- Oh, shit! No!

[clattering]

Oh, shit!

[groans]

Uh!

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- There you are.

Welcome to Unst.

Thank you for doing this.

I know adopting in America
would have been easier, but..

[sighs]

- I just want a baby.

- Come on. Let me
make you breakfast. Come on.

Then I'll show you
around the island.

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Beautiful, eh?

- Hey...what are these things?

I see them
all over the island.

- You mean the runes?

- No, these,
these carving things.

- Not ruins, I said "runes."
It's old Viking script.

And you'll have to
watch yourself

as you might have people
make fun of your accent.

- I don't have an accent!

- Spoken like a true American.

[music continues]

Right now..

...we're north of the last
inhabited house in the UK.

The closest train station.

It's 300 kilometers that way,
in Norway.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I used to come here
when I was a kid.

It felt like
the end of the world.

- What's that?

- Oh, that?
That's-that's Tronal Island.

That's where we'll be adopting
our baby from.

[music continues]

Are you okay?

- I just hate not knowing why.

Excuse me. I'm-I'm looking
for Doctor Wickliff's office?

- Oh, he's on the third floor.
Just that way.

- Thank you.

- This is quite a CV.

- Thank you.

- I think you might find things
a lot quieter here at Saxa Vord

than you maybe used to.

- Well, I hope so.

- So how soon would you like to
get started?

If you need a week
or two to settle in..

- No, actually,
I-I'd like to keep busy.

- Idle hands are the devil's
playthings, eh?

- Something like that.

- We act as a fully
functioning hospital

and all out patient treatments.

We have Oncology, Pediatrics

Coronary care, there's even
a Psychiatrist on call.

And then anything long term,
they transfer to Lerwick.

And this is your office.

- Oh...nice.

What's in that wing?

- Upstairs is Dental,
downstairs Physiotherapy

and a Burns Unit
and then in the basement

we have the Mortuary.

- Oh, you certainly
pack it all in.

- Well, you have your
father-in-law to thank for that.

He prided himself
on the care he provided.

He said,
"Just because we're an island

doesn't mean
people don't deserve the best."

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[electronic device beeping]

- Oh, yeah, there he is.

- Is that the heartbeat?

- Yes.

[heartbeats]

[engine revving]

- A toast

to my only son and heir

beautiful wife
and to my future grandson.

- Cheers!
- Cheers!

- It's good to have you
back, Duncan.

And, thank you, Tora,
for bringing him.

- No, thank you, Richard

for everything, for the house

for my job, for...the adoption.

- It's what families are for.

Anything you ever need,
please don't hesitate to ask.

- How are you finding
the islands dear?

- I think they're beautiful.

- And the hospital?
You're settling in?

- Ken treating you well,
I hope.

- He's a prick.

- Oh, Duncan!

- Why would you say that?

- Because he's licked
dad's ass since we were kids.

He's modelled his entire
career on him.

- You're criticizing the man
for knowing what he wanted?

- Who's for pudding?

I made your favorite, Duncan.

Cranachan.

- You spoil me, thank you.

- Tora, um..

...why don't you go and help
Elspeth with the coffee?

- Not too much sugar, sweetie.

- Oh? Why is that?

- Cause I had too many
New York slices

got to lose a few pounds.

- Oh!

- Nonsense.

The world's gone diet mad.

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- Oh, who's this?

Is this you?

- No,
that's Duncan's mother, Rose.

She died shortly
after Duncan's birth.

- And is that the library?

- No, dear,
that's Richard's study.

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- Your dad doesn't know
you're diabetic, does he?

- And burst his illusion
that Guthrie men are perfect?

[motor whirring]

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- And here we are.
Tronal International.

- It's amazing to think this is
all just maternity.

- You'd be surprised how many
women need sensitive solutions

to unfortunate
or ill-timed pregnancies

even this day and age.

And with us, we guarantee their
baby will be well cared for.

That's one of the reasons
they come to Tronal.

- What's the other reason?

- Anonymity.

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- So, who provides your
obstetrics support?

- We have a resident OBGYN.

A fellow of the Royal College.

He has six fully qualified
midwives working with him.

So, I can assure you
our clients are well cared for.

[babies crying]

[engine whirring]

- Would you like some tea?

Or a dram of whisky?

[laughing]

- Uh, no, thank you.

- I'm sure your father
explained the process.

You're set up with bank accounts
and jobs here on the island.

- Uh, why the twelve months

before we can adopt the baby?

- Well, that's to settle
any residency issues

with the Scottish Government.

We don't go giving
our wee nippers to just anyone.

No, there's just the matter
of some filing fees

and we can get you
on the waiting list.

- Is that your son?
- Aye.

- He's very handsome.
- Thank you.

We adopted him from Tronal,
actually.

- Really? He's not yours?

He has your eyes.

[engine revving]

[birds chirping]

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Oh, no.

[phone ringing]

- At the tone,
record your message.

To end, please hang up.

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- Hi, this is Dr. Hamilton.

I'm going to need someone
to cover my morning patients.

[machine whirring]

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Oh, Jesus.

Oh, Jesus.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[car door opens]

- Tora Guthrie?

Detective Inspector McKie.
- Hi.

- This is D.S. Tulloch.
- Hi.

- What can you tell us, Steven?

- Well, at first glance,
what we have here

are the remains of a female

aged somewhere between 25
and 35 years of age.

Her skin has been tanned
by the peat, but

from her bone structure
and the shape of her skull

I'm pretty sure
that she's Caucasian.

- What are those markings?

- They look like runes
that have either been carved

or branded into the flesh.

From the position,
I say they couldn't have been
self-inflicted.

- You sure about that?

- Sure as I am..

...that she didn't die
of natural causes.

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- I had no reception.
Are you okay?

- Did you hear that her heart
was cut out?

Gives me the creeps to think of
her lying downstairs right now.

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- What are you doing?

- Dr. Hamilton,
you shouldn't be in here.

- I'm sorry. I, I just..

You do realize
this woman gave birth

shortly before she was murdered?

- This is
a police investigation.

- No, that's okay.
Go on, doctor.

- The uterus contracts..

...between one and three weeks
after delivery

depending on the age
of the mother

the younger the woman,
the faster this happens.

In my opinion,
this woman gave birth

between a week to ten days
before she died.

- You're sure about that?

- Well, if you look here,
you can see that

that she was nursing.

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- Is she right?

- Hm, it seems
your talents are wasted

on the living, Dr. Hamilton.

- So, what do we have so far?

- We only know
that the victim's rib cage

was split open
with some kind of blade

and that she died
of a massive hemorrhage

when her heart was cut out.

- Why take the heart?

- Maybe someone was
trying to harvest her organs.

- This was no harvest.

Pulmonary trunk and semi aorta

were both
quite badly hacked out.

Also, there's trauma
on the wrist

the upper arm and the ankle.

Probably from
some kind of restraints.

- So, she was probably still
alive when they did this to her?

[sighs]
- Jesus!

- Oh, these islands were rife
with this sort of thing

way back when the Druids,
the Norsemen..

They all performed
ritual sacrifices.

- Do you think she's that old?
I mean, she looks so--

- Preserved?

Well, she's a bog body.
Buried in peat.

After death..

...putrefactive bacteria
secretes digestive enzymes

which decompose the body, but..

...sphagnum moss in the peat

chemically reacts with the
enzymes and immobilizes them.

- If you have to guess?

- I found..

...these strawberry seeds
in her stomach.

Wild strawberries
haven't grown

around these parts
in over 200 years.

- 200 years that..

...hardly seems possible.

- Google Tollund Man.

Dug up some time in the '50s.

He was in such good condition
that the Danish thought

that he was some recent murder.

Turns out he was from
the 4th Century BC.

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- Ah!

- Hey. What are you doing?

- Oh, I..

All this wood's rotten

I've got to throw it all out.

- What happened?

- Builder in the village said
there was a-a flood

a couple of years ago, some
big storm and the whole area

was underwater for three days.

Seriously, I thought this place
would be a nice 12-month flip.

- Need a hand?

- You with a hammer?
No. Can you get me some pizza?

[laughing]

- Thought you were
off the slices.

- Yeah, well..

- Hey..

...when did you say
this happened?

- Uh...early 2012.

- Are you sure?

- That's what he said. Why?

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Tora!

- Already did a thorough
autopsy, Dr. Hamilton.

- What's going on?

- If the peat bog floods,
its preserving abilities
become diluted.

Just take a look at the dates.

- So, if Jane Doe was in
the ground before the storm

her body would be in much poorer
condition than it is.

- The case is closed,
Dr. Hamilton.

- Okay, well,
what if I'm right?

What if she was murdered
less than three years ago?

- You're not!

- Okay, so you're
going to turn your back

on a sacrificial murder?

- Now, you listen to me,
and you listen to me good.

Sacrificial, satanic,
ritualistic.

They're all words
I don't want to hear.

- If you want someone dead

you slit their throat or you put
a pillow over their head.

Maybe you blow their brains out
with a shotgun

but you do not do what was done
to that poor girl

and I don't care
what you call it.

- What are you doing
still standing there?

- Well, what do you
expect him to say?

He's just trying to keep a lid
on things.

Tora, you've got to let it go.

[sighs]

- There is one question
nobody's asking.

- What's that?

- What happened to the baby?

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- Tora..

[thunder rumbling]

[metal clanks]

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- So when did you find it?

- This morning.

But I'm pretty sure I haven't
worn those boots since that day.

- "Z.M. and J.H."

- Zoe McClaskey
and Joss Hawick.

- Councilor Hawick?

You must be mistaken.

- Well, I checked
the island records.

You know how many women
whose names begin with Z

have been married on this island
in the past 50 years?

- No.
- 3.

How many Z.M.'s?

1. Plus there's a child
and his age fits.

[sighs]

- Okay, I'll look into it.

- That's all I ask.

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- Hey.

How are you feeling?

- Oh!

I'm fine.

- That was a terrible thing,
you finding that body.

You're tense as hell.

- Yeah.

Duncan.
- Guthrie!

I was wondering
when you were going

to show your face around here.

- Get your hands off my wife.

- Just being friendly.

- What are you doing here?

- Lunch, remember?

- Right.

[intense music]

[seagulls squawking]

[sighs]

- So, you know you've got
nothing to worry about

with Ken, I mean..

- No, I know, I know, I just
saw his hands on you, and I..

Hmm..

[cellphone ringing]

Hang on.

Yeah, it's me.

- Are you writing
to the Trowey folk?

- Who?

- The Grey fellows.

- Are you talking about these?

- Aye.

- What?
You know what these are?

- Trowey marks, sure.

- I'm sorry.
What? What's a Trowey?

- The Trows--

- Jimmy!

Leave the good doctor alone,
will you?

- No, no, it's okay. Really.

Can you read these?

- Aye.
- Jimmy!

Away with you.

Sorry about that, doctor.

He'll not bother you again.

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- The Trows, eh?

Now, why on Earth would you be
asking about these old stories?

- Oh, just curiosity.

- You want to be careful.

You know what happened
to the cat.

I'm just joshing.

Are you going to tell me
why this sudden fascination

with our local folklore?

- Well, have you ever seen..

...these?

- These are from the body
you found.

- How do you know that?

- Because Andy McKie already
asked me to translate them.

What are you doing with them?

- Well, I just..

...can't get them
out of my head.

I wanna know what they mean.

- Well, therein lies the rub.

They're not from
the Norse runic alphabet.

So as far as I can tell,
they don't mean anything.

- I met a guy in a bar.
Um, Jim somebody.

He said
he could translate them.

- Jimmy McNally?

- Yeah.

- Well, I shouldn't set
too much store by what he says.

You know we do have a police
force here, you know, Tora.

It may not be much of one,
but, um...it works for us.

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- You're looking really good

and I'll be seeing you
in a month.

And you get some rest, okay?

Oh, Sergeant Tulloch.

Come in.

- So, how bad is it?

- You're six weeks along.

- Shit!

Sorry.

Not the reaction
you usually get, I'm sure.

- Well, it's early days.

You still have options.

- No, I don't.

- I'm going to write you
a prescription

for some pre-natal vitamins.

- I was praying it was stress.

I should be so lucky, right?

Thanks.

- Sergeant.

Is there any news on the case?

- Oh, right, um,
I spoke to Councilor Hawick.

He wasn't happy, obviously,
but I showed him the ring.

He denied that
it was his wife's.

Said hers was buried
with her at St. Magnus.

- So, she is dead.

Three years ago.

Some sort of horse riding
accident.

- So, the time of death fits.

If she had the boy
within two weeks of her death--

- She didn't.

Mr. Hawick adopted his son,
as a newborn

about 8 months after Zoe died.

- What about
the initials, though?

She's the only one
on the island that fits.

- Maybe that's the problem.

We get thousands of visitors
here every year.

They trample
all over this island.

Any one of them could be
the Z.M. that lost the ring.

Probably there's nothing
to do with our Jane Doe.

- What? So, that's, that's it?

- We have no ID.
The case is closed .

Look, for what it's worth,
I looked through our database

for the last 3 years and

nobody matching Jane Doe's age
or height was reported missing.

- Well, what if she wasn't
reported missing?

- Then I don't know what
database to look through

for that.

Thanks.

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[beeps]

[music continues]

- Oh, dear.

- Doctor..

...would you let me
get that for you?

- Oh, would you?

[beeps]

Thank you.

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[beeps]

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[phone rings]

- Yeah?

No, I'm here.

Yeah, hang on.

[music continues]

Okay, got it.

Don't worry,
it's been taken care of.

[door closes]

[intense music]

- Okay, Zoe.

Let's see if your husband
was telling the truth.

[thunder rumbling]

Let's try women between
the ages of 16..

...and...34.

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[beeping]

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[whirring]

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[panting]

Shit!

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Oh, shit! Ah! Shi..

[screams]

Get off me!

[groans]

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- Did you see the man's face?
- No.

But it's pretty clear
he didn't want me

getting out of there
with that X-ray.

- You stole this
from the mortuary?

- I took it to see if I could
find a match.

And then Stephen Renney
showed up and took

the rest of the autopsy file.

- But that's evidence,
that doesn't make sense.

- Oh, it will. It will when
you see who Jane Doe is.

- Theresa Renney?

There must be a mistake.

- Why?

- 'Cause Renney's wife died

of ovarian cancer
in October 2011.

There's no way
she had a child.

You must have grabbed
the wrong X-ray.

- I didn't.

Look, I don't know
what's going on here

but you now have a positive ID,
so the question is

what are you gonna do with it?

- I'll do the talking.

You found these
on the corridor floor

and ran a search to match
for filing, okay?

- Sure.

- Sir, some new evidence
has come to light.

- Ah, Sergeant Tulloch,
Doctor Hamilton.

You both know Stephen Gair.

- Hello, Tora. How's Duncan?

- He's fine.

- If you don't mind, sir,
we need a private word.

- There's no need for that.

I filled him in
on what's going on.

- Is that right?

- Last week a body was found
in your land, Tora.

And my sympathies, by the way.

The body was that
of a young woman

who was brutally murdered
a long time ago

and whose remains
are probably destined

for the Museum of
Natural History.

Yet despite
the coroner's findings

the two of you have engaged
in an unethical

possibly illegal,
comparison of dental records.

I believe you found
a match to

Doctor Renney's late wife,
Theresa.

- How do you know?

- It's a small island.

- The problem, Mr. Gair,
is that now we've revised

the estimate of time of death.

- It's irrelevant.

Whether your Jane Doe
died last week

or a thousand years ago..

Theresa was under
the supervision

of the finest doctors
at Saxa Vord when she passed.

She was then cremated.

There were over 50 people
at her service.

Including McKie here.

- That's true.

- You seem very sure of Theresa
Renney's medical records.

- That's because my own wife
passed away

right around the same time.

It was a very hard time
for everyone.

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- I'm telling you he's lying.

- Oh, Tora.

- Stephen Renney may have
murdered his wife.

That doesn't bother you?

- Yeah, w-yeah,
of course, but..

How could Renney's wife be the
body buried in our field when

everybody saw it being buried
in the graveyard

6 months earlier.

- I don't know.

- And how could she have
a baby when she's riddled
with cancer?

- Well, obviously,
she couldn't.

- Well, is it possible
that he faked her illness?

- You can't fake
Stage 4 ovarian cancer.

- Well, here's,
here's a bigger question.

Why would he do it?

- I don't know.

- Duncan!

- Yeah, look, darling,
I've got to go, okay.

I'll see you back at the house.

- Okay.
- Bye-bye.

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- You can leave your bags
over there, Suzie.

Can I help you with something,
Dr. Hamilton?

- Were you working here
3 years ago?

- No, I wasn't.

I'm sorry, did you want me
to call Doctor Wickliff?

- No, it's okay.

- Now, remember, she may not
look quite herself.

Your mother's lost a lot
of weight due to the chemo.

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It's okay, come here.

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[door opens]

- Everybody knows
that Theresa Renney

died of Stage 4 ovarian cancer,
right?

- Correct.

- So how could she
be in the hospital

and buried in my field?

- She couldn't.
- Exactly.

- So what if Theresa Renney
was never in the hospital?

- What do you mean?

- Have you ever been
to an Oncology ward?

Some of the victims
are so badly ravaged by cancer

that their own families
barely recognize them.

- Are you saying he switched
his sick wife for someone else?

- I'm saying Theresa Renney
was never even sick.

- But why go to all that risk?

There wasn't even
any life insurance.

Her death cost Renney money.

- What if it wasn't about
the money?

What if it was about the baby?

Just...just take a look at this.

- "The Kunal Trows?"

You know these stories
are told to wee bairns.

- Not this version.

This was sent to me by an expert
at Oxford University.

- "The Kunal Trows
were a patriarchal warrior race

"of Shetland males
who believed
themselves stronger

"healthier and smarter
than ordinary men.

"Unable to beget female
children to reproduce with

"the Trows selected
human females to marry

"and the babies born
of these unions

"were always
strong healthy sons.

"Then nine days after delivery
and the Trows having no further

"use for them,
the mothers were sacrificed

by having their
hearts cut out."

- "As part of the burial
ceremony, the mother's corpse

had sacred prayers carved
into her flesh."

- The details
are remarkable, but..

- Well, the guy
from Oxford thinks that

the Trows were a real
religious sect.

- Real?
- Yeah, what if they still are?

- And, what? You think
Stephen Renney is one of them?

- I don't know.
- Yeah, well, I do.

Look, it's the 21st century and
nobody would believe this stuff.

It's crazy.

- All I'm saying is, there is
something weird going on

on this island and you can't
just ignore this.

[cellphone rings]

- Oh, it's McKie,
I have to get back.

I'll see myself out.

Look, I'm sorry Tora,
but...it's a small island

and a group with the kind of
power you're talking about..

...they just couldn't hide.

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- Ah, doctor,
can I get you a drink?

- Actually, do you have
an address for Jim McNally?

- Drunk Jimmy?

- Yeah.

- Aye. I-I'll get you a pen.

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Aye. She's here right now.

Asking about Jimmy McNally.

[cellphone beeps]

[crow cawing]

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[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

- How was work?
- Exhausting.

Had a problem with
some of the machinery.

Go back to sleep.

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[indistinct radio chatter]

- Inspector McKie.

- Dr. Hamilton.

What are you doing here?

- I was passing by,
I saw the ambulance.

Can I be of any help?

- Well, not with this one,
I'm afraid.

- What happened?

- Drunken idiot
must've fallen off.

- How do you know he was drunk?

- Old McNally, you have a hard
time finding him sober.

- Some of these roads are
treacherous after dark, doctor.

You'd do well to remember that.

[phone rings]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[door opens]

- So...what's so important
we couldn't meet

at the station or your office?

What's this?

- Members of the Shetland Rite.

- And these dates next to them?

- Those are the dates
their first wives died.

- And the stars next to that?

- Those whose baby
either survived the mother

or who adopted a son
within 9 months.

- Your husband's father's
name's on this list.

- I know.

[intense music]

- What you're suggesting
takes planning and money.

Lots of money.

Password protected.

[music continues]

- What's that?

- Got it from a hacker
back in Dundee.

- Oh, I should get
one of those.

Did you find anything?

- Nothing stands out
in Renney's accounts.

They look in order, but..

...hang on, what's this?

Three payments from Gair's
account to something called

the Cathy J Morton Trust.

- Who's that?

- I don't know, but they add up
to over 300,000 pounds.

Look at the dates.

- September to October 2011.

- Right around the time
Theresa Renney reportedly died.

[dogs barking]

[engine revving]

- Shit! That's the cops.

Jesus, what are you doing?

- Go out the back way.
- What about you?

- I'll be fine, just go.

[intense music]

[phone rings]

- Dana?

- That took forever.
- Well, what did you tell them?

- That I saw some kids
leaving the building

and that it looked like
a burglary.

- Anyway, I ran a check
on Catherine J Morton.

Guess what she died of?
- Ovarian Cancer?

- Stage 4. Exactly the same
as Theresa Renney.

Anyway, I'm driving up to Oban
now to talk to the family

to show them a picture
of Stephen Renney

If I hurry, I should make
the last ferry.

- Okay, look, Duncan's here.
I should go.

So call me when you
talk to them.

- Go around, dickhead!

- Dana, you okay?

- Some arse thinks
he owns the road.

He just hit me.
- What?

- He hit you?
- What's going on?

- He's following me.
- Well, pull over.

Let him pass.

- No. I'm not stopping
in the middle of nowhere.

[tires screeching]

- Dana? Dana.

[police sirens wailing]

[screaming]
Dana!

Dana!

Dana!

[instrumental music]

- That was McKie.
They still have no leads.

- They should ask Stephen
Renney where he was last night.

- Tora, you've got to
stop this.

- What if it was me out there,
you would stop?

[instrumental music]

- That's an American accent,
isn't it?

- Uh, New York.

- We went to Florida last year
with the nippers.

Disneyland.
Or is it Disney World?

I always get them confused.

- Yes, it's an easy mistake.

- Here, you, never mind her.
Just eat your breakfast.

I'm sorry,
I don't mean to be rude

but who did you say you are?

My name is Dr. Tora Hamilton.

I'm here on behalf of
Detective Sergeant Tulloch.

Who I believe spoke to either
you or your wife on the phone.

She was enquiring about
your sister-in-law.

- I thought nobody
was gonna be coming.

- Who told you that?

- Look, mrs...
if you're not a police woman

then we don't have
to answer anything.

So if you'll excuse me,
I've got to go to work.

- Okay, Mark.
May I call you Mark?

- You can call me whatever
you want while you're leaving.

- Well, if I walk out
that door

the next knock you hear
will be the police

and they'll be asking you all
about the Cathy Morton Trust

and how a single income family
living in a house like this

are able to drive
a brand new BMW

and taking Florida vacations.

- It all started when Stephen
saw her in the local paper.

They'd written a small story
about ovarian cancer.

He said he wanted to help.

- Help? How?

- She was very ill,
in bed all the time.

Mark thought she needed
to be in a hospice.

- It was bad for
the wee nippers.

Seeing their mum like that.

- He made her an offer,
to take part in

some trials of a new drug
and in return the drug company

would set up a trust fund
for her children.

- It gets released monthly
for things like

school uniforms and child care.

We get none of it,
you understand.

- So what happened
after she agreed?

- Stephen paid the first
instalment like he promised.

And they came for her.

- Who came for her?

- An ambulance. A nurse.

I don't really remember.

It all happened so fast.

- Where'd they take her?
- We don't know.

- Did you not go visit her?
- She died a few days later.

- Oh, what about the body?

Did you go to the funeral?
- There wasn't one.

- He said that had been
part of the agreement.

Cathy's body would be
used for research.

- How do you explain
that to your child?

- So after Renney took her away

you never saw
your sister again?

- Who?
- Stephen Renney.

- Who's that?
- I'm sorry.

Who are we talking about?

- The man we were dealing
with was a lawyer.

Stephen Gair.

- Look familiar?
- Should she?

- Her name is Cathy Morton.

Now she's the woman who you all
watched die of ovarian cancer.

Not...Melissa Gair.

- Uh, what are you
talking about?

- What I'm saying is
that Melissa Gair

is your Jane Doe.

- This is preposterous.

- Money doesn't lie.

- Where'd you get this?
- From Dana.

[instrumental music]

- I wish we could hear
what his lawyer's telling him.

- Whatever it is,
he doesn't look happy.

Right..

...let's get back in there.

What's she doing here?

- She refuses to leave.

- Put her in my office. Give
her a cup of tea or something.

My daughters.

- They're beautiful.

- Aye, they take after
their mother.

Please, take a seat.

I don't normally
include civilians

at this stage of
an investigation.

But in your case,
it seems only fair

to tell you that Stephen Gair
gave us a full confession.

- What did he confess to?

- Well, the murder of
Sergeant Tulloch for starters.

He knew his computer
had been accessed.

And he was worried
in case she was, uh..

...figuring everything out.

- About the Shetland Rite?

- About his money
laundering scheme.

- What?

- He murdered
his wife Melissa because

she was threatening
to expose him.

Unless he paid millions
in the divorce.

Knew the house was empty.

He kept Melissa there
until she gave birth..

...then he killed her.

- That can't be right.
This is a cult murder.

What about the markings?
What about the missing heart?

- All done to throw us off
if the body was ever found.

He said he got the idea of
switching bodies, carving her up

cutting out her heart,
from a local legend.

- He claims he did this alone?

- That's right.

- Well, what about
Theresa Renney's X-Rays?

- Planted by Gair.

When Renney found out,
he panicked.

[knocking on door]

- Alison Gair is here.

- Right.

Well, I hope this, uh

gives you closure,
Dr. Hamilton.

And, uh,
I'd appreciated you keeping

what I've told you
between us for now.

- What happened
to Melissa's baby?

- Gair faked an adoption.

- Does his current wife know?

- Not yet.

- Mrs. Gair.

- Hi.

- What's all this?

- It's an apology.

I heard about Stephen Gair.
I should have listened to you.

- Just..

Answer me one thing.

The other night,
you weren't at work

you went to a meeting
with the Rite.

- You followed me?

- Just tell me why you lied.

- Well, it's supposed to be
a surprise

dad's organizing a big party
for us when we get the baby.

[laughs]

Why? Wha.. When did you..

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[baby cooing]

- Why don't you hold him?

- Me?
- Of course.

- Come here.

[cooing continues]

When can we take him home?

- We monitor the babies
for nine days

just to make sure there's
no medical complications.

And to finalize
all the paperwork.

- You, hello.

[music continues]

[laughing]

Thank you.

- You're a natural.

[crows cawing]

[indistinct chattering]

- Great to see you again.

[instrumental music]

Tora, you look
absolutely lovely.

- Oh, thank you.
What a beautiful party.

- Do you mind if I borrow
my son for a moment?

- Not at all.

[chattering continues]

- Lady of the hour
standing alone.

Well, that won't do at all.

- Ken, are you alone?

- No, I'm with my son, Hamish.

- Oh, he's very handsome.
Have any more hidden away?

- No, I think
you'll find that, uh

one Unst boy is quite enough.

- Oh, duty calls.

[chattering continues]

- Steven.

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Tora, may I
introduce Mr. Grey?

- Oh.

- Congratulations
on your adoption.

I'm sure you'll make
a splendid mother.

[dramatic music]

Right, well,
I'll just go and see if Elspeth

needs a hand with anything.

[breathing heavily]

[music continues]

[clanking]

[indistinct chattering]

[music continues]

[doorknob rattles]

[music continues]

[exhales sharply]

[music continues]

[door creaks open]

[music continues]

[creaking]

[intense music]

[music continues]

- Excuse me, Elspeth,
have you seen Tora anywhere?

- No.

[music continues]

[indistinct chattering]

- Ah. Woah!
Hey, easy there, jumpy.

Everybody's been
wondering where you are.

- What?
- Where's my son?

Duncan, old son, where are you?

Duncan, you're wanted.

[bagpipe music]

Duncan, the honor is yours.

[crowd cheering]

[intense music]

[engine turns over]

- Tora!

Tora!

- Stay away from me.

- Where're you going?
You can't run from this.

- You're one of them.

- I'm not,
if you couldn't give me a son

they were gonna kill you

to make room
for someone who could.

- But we tried.
We tried so hard.

Even though you knew
what they would do to me!

- I knew you'd never
go to term.

- What? How could you know?

- How? How did you know?

What is this?

- It's an unapproved
male contraceptive.

- This is what
you've been taking?

- Yeah.

- Are you even diabetic?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

All this time you let me think
I was the reason

we couldn't
have kids when you..

...you were stopping us.

- I was protecting you.

- Protecting me?
- Yeah.

- You robbed me of my chance
to be a mother!

- Do you think
I don't know that?

I had four miscarriages

'cause you were taking
this shit!

- And if you hadn't,
you'd have been a mother

for exactly nine days

before they cut
your fucking heart out!

Is that what I should
have let happen?

Tora, wait!

D-don't you get it?
I do nothing, you die.

I get you pregnant, you die.
So I made a deal.

We adopt one of them..

...they let you live.

- And who's the mother?
- Grey is coming.

- I need to tell him
that you won't talk.

- Who is she?
- Tora, please!

- Who is she?

- It's Dana.

- Dana's alive? She's next?

- There's nothing you can do.

[engine rumbling]

Tora!

Wait! Don't! Tora!

Tora!

[intense music]

No!

Nobody hurts her,
that was the deal.

- You were only allowed
to break tradition

if you could control her,
you couldn't.

[grunting]

If you weren't Richard's son,
I'd finish you right now.

Nobody...hurts..

...my...wife!

[dramatic music]

[engine turns over]

[music continues]

- She's taken one of the boats.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[baby crying]

- Dana?

- Dan..

[music continues]

- Talk to me.

- I have men searching
the island for her.

I don't think
she's in the building.

- I don't pay you to think.

[music continues]

[beeps]

[music continues]

- Well, we'll just
have to keep looking.

She must be here..

- Duncan, what are you
doing here?

- He's looking for his wife.
- No, no, no, no.

- I -- I came to warn you.
I -- I couldn't reason with her.

- She's here.
- I know.

[music continues]

- Sir, I think
you'd better see this.

- She's found the ward.

Go!

[music continues]

[doorknob rattling]

- Dana? Dana, wake up. Wake up!

What is this shit?

Dana, can you hear me?

Dana?

[music continues]

- She's not down here.

- I'll wait here
in case she doubles back.

- I don't care who does what.

I just want
the bitch found, okay?

- I'll deal with your wife,
and when I'm done

maybe I'll take care of you.

- He's gone.

- How did you know?

- I bought you that perfume,
you remember?

Wake her up. Go, go.

[grunting]

- It's okay.

- No, it's this way,
to the lighthouse. Come on.

- Okay. Come on.

- Wait.

Please. My son.

Please.

- You go to the boat.
- No, I'll go.

- Would you even recognize him?
I'll be right behind you.

- Tora, no!

[instrumental music]

[alarm ringing]

- Jesus!

I'm -- I'm sure it's just
a false alarm.

[indistinct chattering]

[baby crying]

- Oh.

- It's okay. It's okay.

- What are you doing?
Give him to me!

Give him to me!

[ringing continues]

[music continues]

- You think you can
turn your back on us?

[grunting]

Where's Tora?

Where is she?

- Duncan!

- Dana, run!

Run!

[grunts]

[intense music]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[ringing continues]

[grunting]

- You disgust me!

You're a traitor to your clan!

[intense music]

- Come on. I've got you.

[ringing continues]

[grunting]

[screaming]

- Ah!

- If you're not one of us

you can die like one of them!

Ah!

A-a-ah!

[thuds]

[intense music]

- Dana...come on.

Alright, sweetheart.

- Sweetie, I'm just gonna
put you down for one second.

There you go.

Come on, Dana, get up!

Come on, get up!

- Put her down.

Ah!

You've got guts, Tora.

You would've been
a strong Trow mother.

- Don't you touch that baby.

- It's the ninth day.

The ritual must be performed.

The only question is

will it be done by me?

Or you?

- Nobody has to do this.

- The first milk is done.
The colostrum is gone.

Her body is of no more use

to the boy now than...formula.

- She's his mother.
- No.

- You are.

It's what
you've always wanted.

It's what you've dreamed of.

And here he is.

And while other
mothers only think

their children are special,
yours truly will be.

All you have to do..

...is slip the knife into her

and you get to go home.

You get to live your lives.

- What do I have to do?

- Kneel over her.

You need to stab down hard

and slice the rib cage
in a sawing motion.

Do it for your son.

And give thanks for the life

this glorious mother
has given our newest son.

So that our genetic supremacy
may continue.

- Ah!
- Aah!

[grunts]

You think you can kill me?

I'm not man, I'm Kunal Trow.

[intense music]

[gunshots]

[yells]

[music continues]

And you...you could
have been part of it.

[choking]

Instead, you'll be just like

the rest
of your...miserable kind.

Nothing!

[grunting]

[groaning]

[music continues]

- Tora!

[instrumental music]

Ah!

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

[chopper droning]

[music continues]

- D.I. McKie.
- Go ahead.

- We've got another one.

This one's wearing
a necklace that says Zoe.

- Joss Hawick's wife.

How many's that?

- Too many.

[music continues]

- Can I ask you something?

Did you know about all this?

- I have daughters.

- They were all
somebody's daughter.

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]