[ Mournful violin music playing ]
[ Sea birds calling ]
**
[ Indistinct chatter ]
-She looked like the body from Stromness Voe, didn't she?
[ Car door closes ] Plastic around her head.
-Let's wait for the post-mortem.
You stay here and talk to the workers,
'cause we need to find out who that vehicle belongs to,
and how it got here.
I'm gonna go and check in with the SARs team at her house.
So let me know if the SOCOs find anything.
**
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
-Hi, Alison, how are you?
**
Oh, God.
W--When? What happened?
-Mum, are you okay? -[ Crying ]
-What's wrong?
-It's Bryd. They've found her body.
She's dead.
**
[Sobbing]
**
-Stevie? You brought the car in?
-Aye, this morning. It was abandoned out at Sandwick.
The farmer called, wanted it towed.
I didn't realize, I swear.
If I'd known that she was in there, I wouldn't have.
-Of course you wouldn't. You're not in any trouble.
I just need to try and find out what happened to her.
So was there anything unusual about the car?
-Not really. A bit of a wreck.
The plates were off, but they're often like that.
-And was the farmer there when you picked it up?
-No, the money for the job was in the glove compartment.
They normally pay over the phone these days.
-Right, and you didn't see anyone else nearby?
-It was pretty remote.
-Okay, well, I'll need you to show me
where you picked the car up, if that's okay, and the cash.
We'll need to get forensics to take a look.
-Alright.
[ Cellphone calling ]
-Alright. -Oh, hi, Billy.
Um, I need you to check something for me.
-We're nearly finished in here. -And? Anything?
-No, everything looks untouched.
There's no sign of a laptop,
and her housemate says she usually leaves it here.
I've checked,
and it's definitely not in her room at her work, either.
It might be nothing,
but it looks like this window could have been forced.
We've dusted it for prints inside and out.
-Okay.
Is her bedroom upstairs?
-Yeah, first on the left.
**
-Am I looking for the same killer?
-There are definite similarities in the MO.
Head injury, followed by suffocation.
Both bodies cleaned of forensic traces.
Both wrapped in plastic.
-What? -[ Sighs ]
-Are you not sure? You're not convinced?
-There was definitely less attention to detail,
and Bryd's hands are intact.
No attempt to remove her fingertips.
There appears to be some sort of residue in her nasal cavity,
and in her hairline just behind her ears.
-Anything else?
-You'll have my full report first thing,
even if it takes me all night.
-Thank you, Cora.
**
[ Door closes ]
**
-Thanks for doing that.
Must have been very distressing.
-No, I needed to.
[ Voice breaking ] Needed to see it was true.
-Were you two close?
-Yeah, Bryd's dad and I split up when she was tiny,
and I moved back to Fuller to be near my parents.
I always thought she would resent me for taking her
somewhere so remote, but she never seemed to.
-When did you last speak to her?
-Yesterday morning.
She was worrying about Connor.
-Sorry, had you met Connor?
-Oh, yes. Yes, twice.
Once when I went down to Lerwick,
and she brought him up to Fuller at Easter.
-How did you get on?
-I didn't really know him that well.
-Did you like him?
-Wasn't sure of him.
Something...just wasn't quite right, you know?
Bryd seemed different after she met him,
more distant somehow.
It seemed more like she was keeping secrets,
but she didn't want to, you know?
-And you think that was to do with Connor?
-He seemed very persuasive, charming --
but maybe I just got it all wrong.
Maybe I just didn't even know her at all.
**
[ Crying softly ]
-What about her mother? Did she give you any leads?
-She doesn't seem very keen on Connor.
She seemed to think that Bryd had changed since she met him.
She said he was persuasive.
-Do you think Connor could have done this?
Is he capable of killing? I mean...
-It would be hugely out of character.
-People do things that are out of character all the time.
Two murders as well as a missing person.
It's a lot on your plate for your first week back.
-No, I'm fine, and I've got a good team.
-What about the ID on the second body?
-Er, no, still nothing.
Facial recognition's been fast-tracked.
-Well, I leave tomorrow, so good news,
I'll be out of your hair.
[ File thumps ]
**
-Okay, er, thanks for letting me know.
That was one of the SOCOs up at the car yard.
They've found something in the boot of the car.
They think it's Connor's ring.
**
[ Boat horn sounds ]
**
-Can you confirm this is Connor's?
[ Plastic rustles ]
-[ Sighs ]
Where did you find it?
-Can't tell you that.
We're still following a line of enquiry.
**
[ Chair slides ]
-It's his. It's--It's Connor's.
There's a little mark at the bottom corner of the C.
-And he was definitely wearing it the day that he went missing?
-Yeah.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah, I'm certain.
I was at the book launch...
[ Voice breaking ] ...and I told him I was proud of him.
And then I asked him to sign a copy of his book,
and he was wearing it.
**
-Okay. Thank you.
-So what happens now?
-We've taken DNA swabs, just have to wait for results.
-They've found Connor's ring.
They're just doing forensic tests on it.
And what about Bryd? Do you know what happened?
-No, not yet.
-You found the ring where you found Bryd's body, didn't you?
-No, no, I am not having that.
Connor thought the world of Bryd.
He would never hurt that girl.
You should be talking to Martin!
He was always hanging around after Bryd.
Maybe he knows something.
-The photographer? -Yeah.
-He's one of our regulars. -Do you have his details?
-Yeah, I'll get them for you.
-And then can you see him out?
**
-We shouldn't be doing this. We're pushing our luck.
**
-We're here now.
**
-[ Baby coos ] -You be good. You be good.
Bye-bye.
**
-[ Crying ]
**
-Coroner's report puts her time of death
at anywhere between midnight and 2:00 AM,
which means that she wasn't missing for very long
before she was murdered.
Where are we with the CCTV, Billy?
-So far we've only got the footage from inside the halls.
The rest should come through this morning.
-Okay.
Forensics have confirmed that the ring found
at the breaker's yard is definitely Connor's.
It's got his DNA on it and nobody else's,
and his mum's confirmed
that he was definitely wearing it that morning.
Which means that either Connor
was somehow involved in Bryd's murder, or...
that he was held in the same vehicle himself.
-Is Connor capable of murder?
-I don't think that we can rule it out.
I mean, there might be a side of Connor that we haven't seen yet.
-If that's the case, are we saying
that Connor may have been responsible
for the body in Stromness Voe as well?
-Until we've got a positive ID, we don't know
what the connection is that we're trying to make.
We need the facial depiction for the body in the suitcase.
Where are we with tracing
the owner of the car that Bryd was found in?
[ Phone rings ]
-The serial number on the chassis
matched an owner registration,
but the guy said he sold it a few months ago.
It was a cash sale. He doesn't remember the buyer's name.
We're trying to find out.
-Okay, well keep on that, 'cause that could be key.
[ Phone hangs up ]
-The photographer from Noss View has booked on a boat
back from Mousa this morning.
Should be due in about 10 past 10.
-If I leave about now I could probably make that, right?
Okay, thanks everybody. Crack on. I'll be back.
-I've been thinking about Sheena Davidson,
Bryd thought that she was watching Abbie,
but what if it was actually Bryd that she was watching?
-Yeah, bring her in and check her alibi,
and if CCTV ever shows up, then see if she's on that.
**
-Okay, before we begin,
many of you will have known Ms. Fleming,
especially those of you that live in the halls.
You might start to hear a lot of gossip,
but try not to join in,
especially as we don't know the truth of the matter.
But as your form teacher, you know you can come and talk to me
if you're finding this difficult to deal with.
[ Door opens, closes ]
-[ Sighs ]
**
-I'm DI Perez Shelton, police. Do you mind if I have a word?
-What about?
-Bryd Fleming. She's been murdered.
**
-Tosh, Sandy, come and have a look.
It's the CCTV from the halls.
**
[ Button clicks ]
-What's she doing?
Does the next camera pick it up?
[ Button clicks ]
**
-Looks like she's talking to someone she knows.
-Billy, are you able to zoom in?
[ Button clicks ]
**
[ Button clicks ]
**
-When did you last see Bryd?
-Wednesday. We were out with the search party.
-And you went to Mousa yesterday morning?
-Yeah, for work. I'm a wildlife photographer.
-Rachel Cairns seems to be under the impression
that you were trying to steal Bryd from Connor.
-That's not true.
-What about Connor? Did he believe that?
-Yeah. Bryd and I got on well.
When Connor was focused on his novel,
he didn't always have time for Bryd.
We went for a coffee and a walk a few times,
once to the pub, that's all.
-Would she agree with that assessment?
-Definitely, she would have, yeah.
-You mind if I have a look at your photographs?
-Sure.
**
-Um...I'll leave you to it.
[ Door closes ] -Clana.
We know this is you.
Why didn't you tell us that you saw Bryd that night?
-I was supposed to be in my room.
-Where were you going?
-To meet my boyfriend.
-Did you see where Ms. Fleming went?
-She went along as far as Hayfield Lane,
and then turned right into one of the side streets.
I didn't see where she went after that.
-Is there anything else you can tell me, Clana?
-When she first saw me, she was messaging on her phone.
She got a reply.
It was from Connor.
She swore me to secrecy.
-Paulie, is Perez back yet? I can't reach him on mobile.
-I am expecting him any minute. -Okay, just let them know,
Clana's adamant that Connor is alive.
-Mrs. Davidson. -What is it this time?
-I would appreciate it if you'd come down to the station
and help us with our enquiries.
-Do I have a choice?
-You do, but as I say,
your cooperation would be appreciated.
Is Granton here?
-Not at the moment.
He's gone for some messages.
-We can chat to him later.
**
-I need to talk to you about something.
-Sure.
-Not in there.
-Okay. Er...
Shall we go for a walk?
-Billy, it's me again.
Can we get a hold of any traffic cam footage
from along the south road?
It seems like that just might have been
where Bryd was heading. -Will do.
Look, we've had a call about
a speeding van on the road to Tingwall.
Uniforms are tailing him.
We checked the reg. It's Granton Davidson.
-Right, I'll meet them there.
**
[ Siren wails ]
**
[ Brakes screech ]
**
[ Engine shuts off ]
-Are you aware of the speed
you were travelling at, Mr. Davidson?
Failing to stop is an offense. What's in the back of the van?
-Well, if you've nothing to say, you won't mind if I take a look!
Where were you going with these?
-Before Connor went missing, he said he had a plan
and that he might need to go away for a few days.
Told me to keep it a secret if he did,
but not to worry, because he had everything under control.
So when he disappeared,
I just thought that was part of the plan.
Even when that body was found out at Stromness Voe,
my mum said it didn't have anything to do with Connor,
so I just put it to the back of my mind.
**
But now Bryd's dead,
and I heard what you said about Connor's ring,
but I know he wouldn't let anyone hurt her.
**
And I don't know what to do.
**
-Did Connor say why he might have to go away?
**
-[ Sighs ]
-When we were still living in Glasgow
and dad was in prison,
criminals got Connor to work for them.
Said if he didn't, then they'd hurt dad.
-What did he do?
-I think it was probably drugs.
It was in his second year at Uni.
**
And then something happened and he tried to stop,
but they wouldn't let him.
**
That's the reason he tried to kill himself.
It wasn't about being dumped by his girlfriend.
He was trying to get away from them.
-You think it caught up with him again?
**
-What else could it be?
**
-Abbie, I am gonna have to tell your mum and dad about this.
-[ Sighs ]
**
-Firstly, Mrs. Davidson, can I ask where you were
on Thursday evening, the night Bryd Fleming went missing?
-Granton and I went for something to eat in town.
-Whereabouts?
-The Italian on Commercial Street.
We know the owner, Bruno. We chatted to him a wee bit.
-What time did you get home?
-Couldn't say exactly. 10:30, maybe 11:00.
-And you didn't go out again until the next morning?
-That's right.
**
Can I please have a glass of water?
**
[ Door opens, closes ]
**
[ Knock on door ]
-Food's ready in five. -Thanks.
**
-Hey, what's wrong? -More news.
Granton Davidson was just pulled over for speeding.
His van was full of toxic chemicals.
We've arrested him. No permit.
-Interview resumed at 12:07.
We know you've been dumping illegal waste, Sheena.
Connor was right when he accused you, wasn't he?
Is that why you were following Bryd the day she died?
Did she find out what you were doing?
A young woman has been murdered.
You were following her hours before her death
and your only alibi is your husband,
who we've just pulled over for speeding in a van
full of toxic chemicals.
It's not a great picture so far.
-I didn't hurt Bryd. I wouldn't do that.
-So why were you following her and Abbie?
-I saw Connor
the night he disappeared.
-Where? Where did you see him?
-On the road between West Burrafirth and Bixter.
He was at the roadside, arguing with someone.
-Arguing? -That's what it looked like.
I was a bit away from them.
-What exactly did you see?
-It looked like they were shouting at each other,
and then Connor turned and tried to walk away,
and the other guy pulled him back.
-Are you sure it was Connor? -Yes.
He had his scooter with him. I recognized it.
-What about who was with him? -I couldn't say.
He had his back to me, looked like he had a hood up.
But it was late, the light was fading.
When you came to the yard the other day, it made me think.
I was gonna tell Bryd what I'd seen.
-But why didn't you tell us all of this?
**
Because Granton thought we'd find out about
what you'd been doing?
Right, I need you to show me on a map
exactly where you were when you saw Connor.
**
Between Connor disappearing and Bryd's murder,
both Clana and Sheena are saying he was alive.
So where is he now?
Sheena is saying that she was driving back from here
when she spotted Connor having that argument,
which puts him quite a bit further south
from where the scooter was found.
-Alex, we're looking for any evidence
as to Connor's whereabouts.
Start searching in this area here.
-Yeah, sure. -Thanks.
**
-My dad's gonna shout.
-Don't worry. I'll do the talking.
**
-We're looking for any leads to Connor in this area.
You know the drill. Let's get started.
**
-Bit of news.
There are four images of Bryd on the traffic cam footage.
The last one, at 23:14,
at the junction at St. Olaf Street.
Then, nothing.
-Where was she going by herself at that time of night?
[ Phone rings ]
Oh, that's the facial depiction come through as well.
-Ah, at last.
-There he is.
-Wow.
-Finally, our man in the suitcase.
-Well, let's get it sent out, see if anyone recognizes him.
-Wait a minute. That was Bryd's bank.
Someone has just used her card
to make a contactless payment at the newsagents' in town.
**
-Did you know about this? -No, I had no idea.
-You don't know who Connor would have been working for,
even though they clearly knew you?
-Honestly, I'd say if there was anyone.
-There will be, though, 'cause there always is.
-There's no way I could have known about this.
I would have helped him!
-He has just told us that our son tried to
take his own life to protect you,
and that is probably the reason why he's missing now!
This is your fault, Danny! This is all on you!
-Well if you'd been looking after him properly,
maybe you'd have noticed!
-I can't believe you just said that.
-This isn't helping. -Oh, this isn't helping?
Oh, well maybe if you'd been here looking for Connor
like you were supposed to
instead of chasing around after Danny,
then maybe you'd have found him by now!
-Oh, leave him alone! It's not his fault!
-It's your fault!
-Abbie! Abbie, come here now!
Could you not just have fucking told me?
-You were in prison, dad. -Oh, thanks for the reminder.
-Hey, hey, it's not her fault. -Who asked you?
I'm having a private conversation
with my daughter, you just fuck off.
-Just calm down.
-Dad, stop.
[ Scuffling ]
-Hey! Hey, stop it!
Behave yourself! You fancy a night in the cells?
What are you, five years old? Grow up!
[ Cellphone rings ]
Tosh.
-We've got Bryd's credit card thief.
I've been trying to talk to him,
but he has just totally clammed up.
-Okay.
Hi, Liam. I'm D.I. Perez.
D.S. Mackintosh was saying that she was chatting to you
for a wee while there?
Well, I'm sorry that we have to talk to you in here,
'cause it must look a wee bit scary.
Now, do you think that you'd be able to tell me
where you got this?
Did you find it somewhere?
See, the thing is, um...
the person that it belonged to
was really badly hurt by someone, and she died.
And we are trying to find out who it was that hurt her.
Did you see her?
-I just found it when I was playing.
-Oh. Can you tell me where you found it?
-It was lying on the ground.
I just wanted to buy some sweets.
-Ah, okay.
Do you think you could show us where that was?
Thanks very much.
**
Billy, can you get forensics down here?
I think I've found the spot where she was abducted
and we need to check for Connor's DNA.
**
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
**
-[ Chuckles quietly ]
-Is that a photo of the wee one?
-Yeah, they're having fun down at the esplenade.
-Oh, look at that. She's a wee smasher.
-Mm.
She really is.
-You should take a break and go and see them.
It's nearly 4:00 and you haven't even had your lunch yet.
If I hear from forensics, I'll let you know.
-Yeah, why not?
**
-What a lovely girl you are. -[ Baby coos ]
-Look at that. You give me another smile.
What a good girl you are.
-Hello, hi!
-Tosh, sorry. I didn't see you there.
Donny's just in getting coffee. -Yeah, ohh.
-Tosh. -It's so nice to see you.
-Tosh. Tosh, Tosh, Tosh, Tosh. What are you doing?
What's going on?
-Well, I -- [ Clears throat ]
I came down here to meet you
and found my daughter with a complete stranger.
-Don't be daft. Carol Anne's not a stranger.
She's my friend.
-She's a stranger to me.
-Oh, I -- I'm sorry.
I -- I saw her in the street
after I messaged you, and we got chatting,
and I was only in the café a few minutes, like.
I could basically see her the whole time.
-[ Sighs ]
Just...thought it would be nice to come down and see you both.
-[ Chuckles ]
We're here now, the dream team. [ Laughs ]
-Yeah. I should get back to work.
**
See you later. Bye-bye wee darling, bye-bye.
I'll see you tonight.
**
[ Coat thumps ]
**
-Forensics are still up there.
-Do you think it could be Connor's safe place?
-Maybe.
[ Computer chimes ] -Ahh.
The registration's through from the DVLA on the car
that Bryd was dumped in.
The owner's Lloyd Anderson.
**
-Hey, can I have a word? -Sure, I was just finishing up.
The light was perfect today to match a storm approach.
-I need to talk to you about a car
that's registered in your name, a Volkswagen Passat.
-That old heap of junk?
I bought it for a song a few months back.
I was using it for a painting.
I think the juxtaposition is so incongruous.
The ugliness of machines in this amazing landscape.
-Look -- [ Sighs ].
We found Bryd Fleming's body in the boot of that car
at the breaker's yard.
-Didn't even realize it was gone.
It was awful news about Bryd.
I was here the night she went missing, by the way.
Alisson was with me. She'll vouch for me.
-When did you last see the car?
-A couple of weeks back.
I was planning to let the elements do their work
and then revisit it after a couple of months.
A triptych.
These are them -- three studies of a subject over time.
These are my initial plans.
-[ Sighs ]
Did anybody else know about the car?
-I couldn't tell you.
People drive past every day and would have seen it.
-Did you tell anybody else about it?
Did Connor know where it was?
-Connor knew.
He was there the day I painted this.
But that doesn't mean anything,
I have the keys right here.
Ah.
-And you never moved it? -No. I had no reason to.
-Okay.
If I think of anything else, I'll come back.
-This must be hard on you, detective.
-I just want to find him.
-Sorry I couldn't have been more help.
If there was any news about Connor,
you would have said, right?
-There's no news.
**
-So she should manage to get some rest
now that we're on top of the pain,
and I'll make a note of that changed dose
and we'll see how your mum does on that.
-Thank you so much, Meg.
-And what about you? How are you doing?
-I'm -- I'm fine.
You know, I'm lucky I've got Lloyd at home
to take care of me.
He keeps me sane. He's amazing. [ Chuckles ]
I don't know what I'd do without him.
-I'll see you soon, okay?
[ Cellphone dialing ]
[ Cellphone buzzes ]
-Hi, Jimmy. -Hi, there.
Just thought I'd give you a phone
and see how your day was going.
-Good. Busy. Yours? -Yeah, same. Busy.
I'm just on my way back to the station.
It's good to hear your voice.
-It's good to hear yours.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
-Listen, do you maybe want --
-Meg, I've got another call coming in
and I have to take it. Can I call you later?
-Yep, course. Speak soon, bye.
[ Call ends ]
-Tosh. -We've found Connor's phone.
-Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes.
**
[ Cellphone chimes ]
-It's the same make and model as Connor's.
-Good.
-It's already been swabbed by forensics, the battery was dead,
but we've just found a charger that works,
so we're just waiting for IT to come and take a look.
Hopefully no water ingress.
-You'll need to apply for permission to unlock that.
-Ah, come on.
-Not that you're gonna start listening to what I say.
What happened about the car?
-We traced it back to Lloyd Anderson.
-The artist that was teaching Connor?
-Yeah, but he didn't even know it was gone.
He was using it for one of his paintings.
-And you believe him? -Yes, I do.
-Either way, he's another link to Connor.
He's increasingly looking like he was involved
in Bryd's murder.
We know he's vulnerable,
but we don't know what he's capable of.
What about the body from Stromness Voe?
-We got the facial depiction.
We've issued it as a press release.
-Oh.
-We'll see if anybody recognizes him.
-Surely someone will.
-Shetland Police are appealing for information
relating to the body of an unidentified male
discovered in Stromness Voe.
A facial reconstruction has been created,
and officers are urging members of the public
to look closely at the picture
and consider whether this man looks familiar to you.
**
-That camera card you gave me for IT
to check over from Martin Otina --
just birds and wildlife.
Nothing out of the ordinary, I'm afraid.
-Okay, cheers, Billy.
[ Sighs ]
**
[ Buttons beep ]
**
It's D.I. Perez. I need your help.
**
-I'm not sure.
-Are you worried that you're gonna get Connor into trouble?
-Abbie, you're not.
Also, we're gonna get permission to open this eventually anyway.
-Okay.
I don't want to waste any more time.
-Great.
We only get three chances,
so you need to be fairly sure before you try anything.
-Okay, try 220301. -What's that?
-It's Bryd's birthday. He often uses it as a password.
-No. -Right, um...
Try 726410.
-What's that?
-It's our old phone number in Glasgow.
It's the only other password I know he uses.
**
-Well done, Abbie.
Right, Bryd and Connor tend to hang out locally or...?
-They mostly like the more remote places,
beaches and stuff.
But they sometimes went down to the Ness of Sound.
-To the World War II, the old lookout tower?
-Used to have lunch there sometimes.
Connor would come meet her and they'd go down on his scooter.
-Okay.
We've been told that Bryd was receiving messages
from Connor on the day that she died.
But isn't that impossible if the phone was in a field all along?
-Not necessarily.
I mean, there's lots of ways to send messages these days.
He could have got a burner phone to piggyback this one.
The SIM card's been damaged, though,
so they definitely weren't sent using that handset.
-Does the damage mean that all the information's been lost?
-Yep. -[ Sighs ]
-We're trying to retrieve as much as we can.
One thing we do have is some of the geo-location information,
plotting the phone's location history.
This is the last 10 days.
-Right, let's pinpoint everywhere he's been.
-D.I. Perez?
-Are you leaving already?
-Yeah, thought I'd come and say goodbye.
It's been an interesting experience.
I'm sure Rona'll keep you on your toes.
-Well, good luck. -You too.
**
-Hello?
**
-Meg. -Hi.
[ Door closes ] -Hey, what are you doing here?
-Look, I was just wondering, do you want to meet up later?
-That would be great. -Okay, great.
8:30, see you then?
-Okay.
**
Meg.
**
See you later.
**
-It's just what you would expect, the guest house,
various places in Lerwick, all accounted for.
But there's this one location that comes up a lot,
and when you plot it on the map, there's nothing there.
I'm gonna go up and take a look.
-Well, hang on. It's getting late. I'll go.
-No, no, I want to.
-Okay.
-Okay, yeah. Thanks for that.
I've just had a call from someone who works
at the café at Sumburgh airport.
She recognized the facial depiction on the news.
-Okay, let's go check it out.
**
-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I --
You know I didn't mean it.
You're a brilliant mum.
You take care of all of us, especially me.
-I can't do this anymore, Danny.
I can't.
-Oh, don't be daft.
We need you. I -- I need you.
-I'm tired, Danny.
I'm tired of holding this family together,
and I am tired of making excuses for you being such a fuck-up.
**
I need you to go.
**
[ Sighs ]
I need you to go.
**
-And you're sure it was him?
-Yes.
He was American, on holidays.
Said he'd worked here back in the day.
-What date would that be? -It was the 18th.
I remember because I had the day off
the next day for my son's birthday.
-That's great. Thank you.
-Right, let's see if we can get security
to pull up the CCTV from the 18th.
**
[ Gear shaft clicks ]
[ Engine turns off ]
**
-That's him. Pause it there.
[ Button clicks ]
Do you have the passenger manifest for that flight?
-Yeah.
**
-Only nine passengers on the flight,
all Shetlanders returning, apart from this guy.
William Arthur Rogers. U.S. national.
**
-Hello?
**
[ Gasps ]
[ Floor creaks ]
**
-Thanks for letting me know.
That was the lab.
The blood splatter belongs to Bryd.
The fragment of t-shirt has got Connor's DNA
all over it, and her blood.
[ Cellphone rings ]
-Tosh.
-I think I've found Connor's safe place.
It's an old caravan out in the middle of nowhere.
Something strange going on.
-Sorry, what? What do you mean?
-I don't know, it's like there's something rigged up in here.
There are all these cables.
[ Crunch ]
[ Beeping ]
There's a timer.
It's started counting down.
Oh, my God. I think it's a bomb.
-Well, get -- get out of there, then.
[ Door handle thunks ]
-I'm trying. The door's locked!
-Tosh? Tosh? Can you hear me?
[ Handle rattles ]
-Help, help!
[ Frantically pounding on door ]
-Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
-What the fuck?
[ Beeping ]
[ Pounding on window ]
[ Beeping ]
Fuck!
[ Beeping echoing ]
[ Triple beep ]
**