Come on, son, here we go!
You all right? Come on.
Whoever left the body in the cottage
hasn't left the island.
Duncan! Duncan!
No, no! Fuck!
Duncan recognised Kelly-Anne. That's motive.
So who else knew his connection to her?
Have you ever come across the name Kelly-Anne?
Aye. On the ferry.
Not long now, OK?
We'll get you some help.
- I've got something to tell you. - I know.
Grace told you.
- Grace is missing. - Are you hurt?
Whatever he told you is true.
That's how it is with Michael.
I came across this unsolved case, a Siobhan Williams?
Who's Siobhan Williams?
An ex of Michael's. She went missing
and I think he might have had something to do with it.
- We've got to move them! - I did already.
No, from there!
Police! Police!
His fever's getting worse.
We need to go, now.
Maggie?
Maggie!
No!
Afraid of my light now
Got no time for the dark in me
Now I breathe
I'm calm but I talk like a waterfall
Taking more and more until I burst
And then I can't live with the aftermath
I'm cursed
And then I can't live with the aftermath
I'm cursed
Communities throughout Scotland
are counting the cost of the worst storm
to have hit the country in years.
Three fatalities and over a dozen injuries
have been confirmed as a result.
An eight-year-old boy and his father
became the first known victims
when they were both crushed by a falling tree.
And a 62-year-old woman...
When did you last see them?
- The afternoon. - What time?
I don't know. The last time I fed 'em.
Fed who?
They're gone.
- The migrants. - Oh, fuck's sake!
Well, they won't have got far.
They need shelter.
Yeah.
And food.
Some bastard's helping them.
I hope you're not accusing one of us, Ian.
Well, right now I'm not accusing you.
But seeing as there's been another fire,
neither am I trusting any of you.
What are you talking about?
That wee journalist lassie, Maggie.
She's dead.
Jesus fuck.
Maggie?
You think that was one of us?
Well...
I think Craig Robertson's tidying up loose ends.
We were all here.
Yeah. That's right.
Not all of us.
In less than 24 hours,
this place will be crawling with police.
And if they find these migrants before we do...
then the killer's gonna be the last thing
that we're worrying about.
So, like it or not, right now
we are all in this together.
What do we do?
We search all the outbuildings on the island.
Every home, if we have to.
Which means we have to keep everybody indoors.
We need a... a curfew.
Can the police do that?
No.
But we can.
What the hell are you doing now?
I presume you're looking for a link to the other fires.
If the same accelerant was used on your campervan,
that would give us one.
But isn't the fact that they're using fire
to destroy evidence connection enough?
Speculation.
Well?
Two sets of aromatic compounds.
Maggie's car was diesel, but...
what I'm getting at ground level is petrol.
Burn at different temperatures.
You smelt all that?
The broken jerry can lid smelt of petrol.
I need to go back to the campervan
to check the ground to confirm.
OK. I'll stick around here and have a look.
I'll go with you.
You need to speak to my mum.
No, I can't do that. Not to my dad.
He's getting worse!
Kevin!
There's medicine at the hotel, yeah?
Yeah.
We need to get it before they do the curfew,
then we'll figure out what next.
- OK? - Yeah.
Accelerant used was petrol.
Not convinced it's the same as Maggie's car.
Different accents detected.
Floor is charred.
Suggests...
You know I found an earring in Kelly-Anne's remains?
So?
I just found the other one.
It was in the van.
No, no, no.
No way, I'm not listening to that.
How else did it get in there?
I don't know. Any number of ways.
She could've lost it up here, Duncan found it.
It was at the back, under the flooring.
And that's proof?
I think you're reaching.
You're reaching for an explanation,
cos you're desperate.
All right, listen up!
I know we're all scared.
These are dark times.
Maybe the darkest this isle's ever known.
Truth is, there's a devil here amongst us.
A devil with a taste for blood.
And as for the police, well,
the fact is, things have just got worse
since they turned up.
So the time has come to take matters
into our own hands, to look after our own.
So, we're going to impose a curfew,
with immediate effect.
If you've got vulnerable neighbours, take them in.
But no one is to leave their homes for any reason.
Who's going to enforce this curfew?
We are.
Me and the other skippers will patrol the island.
How can we know it's not one of you?
You can't.
So I suggest everyone keeps their doors locked.
The patrol will start straight away.
So, all of you, go back to your homes
and don't open your doors until we say so.
- Where are you going? - Going for a walk.
I need to get some air.
You just sit here, OK? There we go.
You speak to Seema.
We're closed.
No one's allowed in.
What are you talking about? It's me, Josie.
Ellen?
Kinross has told everyone to stay indoors.
He's imposed a curfew.
- What the fuck? - They've taken over.
Everyone's scared after what's happened to Maggie.
I... I need to speak to Mary.
- She's not here. - What?
She wasn't at the meeting either.
Well, when did you see her last?
I haven't seen her today.
- I'm sure she's fine... - No, no, no, wait, wait.
OK?
OK, baby?
What's Seema been saying, hey?
What the fuck?
You've gotta go. This is all my fault.
You've gotta go.
No, what will he do?
Go. Go out the back! Just go!
Oh, fuck!
Mum! Mum!
Mary! Mary, I told you to stay...
- You need to come with me! - What?
Kevin, he's in trouble. Just hurry!
Get off him!
Get off...
I didn't do anything!
Think I've heard that before.
Here we go.
Do you want brown or white bread?
White.
It's OK.
I'll go. Can you watch her?
Yeah.
I'm so scared.
It's too much.
I know, I know.
Every time I close my eyes, I see her.
Who?
Maggie.
The journalist?
Last night there was another fire.
What?
Kinross and the other skippers ordered a curfew.
The whole island is on lockdown.
Michael...
- Hey! - Look...
Ellen...
Listen.
- Oh, God, no. - Listen.
- Not now! - I'm sorry.
You know how I feel about you. Nothing's changed.
- Everything's changed! - It's just...
It's for the best, I promise.
Grace...
I can't do this right now.
So go.
- Come on. - Go.
Go!
Here we are.
There you go.
You put tomatoes in.
You don't like them?
No, I like tomatoes. I don't like cucumber.
- Ah. Neither did Alice. - Who's Alice?
My little girl.
Does she like tomatoes?
- Loves them. - Good.
So, who are this lot?
They're fishermen.
They work the Scottish trawlers.
Except when they're done with their contracts...
some of them don't fancy heading home.
How's your dad involved?
He picks them up.
He hides them on Runa till the paperwork's sorted.
So what are they doing here?
Well, one of them was sick.
They weren't looking after them.
Our radios should be back up soon,
so we'll get them medical help as soon as we can.
Tell me about Kelly-Anne.
You've got to, Kev. It's the only way.
She brought over paperwork and false passports
when they were done.
Who supplied them?
Craig Robertson.
Why am I not surprised?
But he didn't kill her. My da.
Are you saying that because you know,
or because he's your da?
He's not a killer!
What's happening here?
Everything OK?
Are you all right?
What am I doing, bringing another life into this world?
Don't think like that.
I try my best to hide it, but I'm just so scared.
Our daughter was ten weeks premature.
She was tiny.
And... I was terrified she wouldn't make it.
But the second she was born,
her mum just had this strength.
This certainty.
Beyond me.
You remind me of her.
How old is she? Your daughter?
Same age as Anna.
Stay here.
Who is it?
It's me, Brody. Let me in.
I found a new set of tracks.
Now, clearly that's a heavier vehicle than Maggie's,
and those are offroad tyres.
Well-defined tracks, so they're new.
What does Kinross drive?
An old pick-up. Same as all the skippers.
Michael's got that Defender, yeah?
- Aye. - Offroad tyres, brand-new.
Grace is there. I'll get Ellen's keys.
Grace?
Grace, hello?
Hello, can you hear me? It's David.
- Mm. - Can you open your eyes?
Is there anyone else in the house?
- I'll go check. - Yeah.
Something for her head. A compress, please.
Can you wiggle your fingers for me?
That's really good.
OK, now we'll try and sit you up.
No-one else here.
No-one here, OK.
Up, one, two, three.
- There we go. Brilliant. - Thank you.
Right, I'm just gonna hold this on your head. There we go.
Now, can you remember what happened, Grace?
Erm... Michael.
Michael? Michael did this?
Mm.
He came home. I challenged him about the affair.
I've never seen him in such a rage.
It was like something had switched in his head.
I thought he was gonna kill me.
Did Michael leave the house last night?
Yeah.
Do you know where he is now?
No.
Grace, you're not safe here.
Can we take you somewhere, please?
Maybe the hotel?
Yeah. Good idea.
We're gonna get you there. On three. One, two, three.
There we go. Brilliant.
OK. Take it easy.
OK.
- Da... - Where the hell have you been?
Grab what you need. We've gotta go.
Why?
Gunther's been arrested.
That bloody daughter of Fraser's
has had the migrants in her cottage.
The police will be here any minute!
Can't you just tell them?
Oh, dear God, you are. You're as stupid as your mum.
It's the killer they're after, not the migrants.
Unfortunately, Craig's priorities are not the same.
Right, I've got provisions in the boat.
And we should make it to Faroe in the morning.
Come on, let's go.
I'm not coming.
How is it you know what the police are thinking?
He was sick, Da.
I'm sorry.
Even as a bairn, I knew you were weak.
Tell me you didn't kill her, Da.
Kelly-Anne.
Promise me.
If you have to ask such a thing...
I've no business being your father.
Services to and from the Hebrides
are due to resume later today...
Yeah?
It's David.
Cool.
- Watch the steps. - Jesus...
OK.
Ellen? Ellen.
- Grace... - Can you get an antiseptic?
Sit down here, Grace, OK?
Just take it easy. There you go.
What happened?
Put some pressure on there, OK?
Maybe Kelly-Anne knew too much.
She's a druggie, she can't be trusted.
I mean, I know Craig Robertson,
and there's nothing that bastard wouldn't do
to protect his business.
He'd get Kinross to do his dirty work for him.
- Am I wrong? - No.
Doesn't explain Maggie. It doesn't explain the tracks.
We have no scientific evidence
that says this is the same person.
So, where is Strachan?
She hasn't seen him since it happened.
Yeah.
I've got an idea.
David, wait!
Christ almighty...
- Wait, David! - Come on!
Michael.
What are you doing here?
You need to come with me.
We've spoken to Grace.
I've seen her.
Look, it's in your best interests
if you speak to Sergeant Fraser.
We know about Siobhan.
We know she died.
I need to talk to Grace.
Shh...
Thank you.
- Don't be silly. - You're being so kind.
I'm so very sorry, Grace.
What about?
Well...
what happened to you.
Are you?
Of course.
Would you have thought him capable of such violence?
Who?
Michael.
Michael?
Who else?
I don't blame you.
We all do such terrible things for love.
- Grace, I'm... - What would you do
to protect your child?
Anything.
That's what I thought.
So, tell me...
Are you planning to keep my baby?
David, my radio's back working.
Good.
We should have support in a couple of hours.
Thank God.
Jesus.
Where's Grace?
- She's safe. - I need to talk to her.
Oh, you're not going anywhere near her.
This was not me.
We know about the affair.
We know Grace challenged you on it and you got violent.
I've never laid a finger on her.
Her face says otherwise.
We found your car tracks near where Maggie was killed.
Are you suggesting I killed her?
No. The evidence suggests it.
No, the evidence suggests my car was there, not me.
Are you saying it was stolen?
Just tell me where she is.
She's at the hotel.
What? We need to go!
- Ah, ah! No, you don't, no! - Please! Ellen is in danger!
You don't know what Grace is capable of!
Ellen...
It's... It's your baby.
Please. You don't understand.
Explain it.
What is it you're not telling us, Michael?
What happened to your ex, Michael?
How did Siobhan Williams die?
You want us to listen, you need to talk now.
How did she die, Michael?
Grace killed her.
She found out that me and Siobhan were having an affair
and she lost it and she killed her.
So who did all this?
- She did it to herself. - Really?
Look, whose idea was it to go to the hotel?
Fuck!
- Have you seen her? - No, no.
Ellen!
Grace, Grace, stop! Please don't do this.
Stay back!
Stay back! I swear to God.
Grace, they know.
Please, I beg you, I beg you!
They know about Maggie and they know about Siobhan.
Don't come any closer.
Please, just put the knife down, love. Please.
Love?
How dare you use that word?
Say another and God help me, I will end it all.
Gas...
She must've cut the pipe.
I'll check the cylinders.
Grace. Look at me.
Look at me. Look at me.
Everything's gonna be OK.
Grace, please!
Just put the knife down, OK?
- No! - No...
No...
Since she's taken my baby, why shouldn't I take hers?
Seems only fair.
No, Grace.
She's a child.
You don't have to do this.
You don't want to do this.
You know more than I do.
It's something that you can't come back from.
It's OK, Anna. It's OK.
Let her go.
I can't.
I can't carry it alone. It's too much.
Then I'll share it.
If taking a life will help...
take mine.
Just let her go.
- What are you doing? - You don't need her.
You don't need her.
- Don't make me do this. - You can have me.
Don't make me do this.
It's OK.
I will do this.
You don't want me to do this.
It's OK.
- I will do this. - Take me.
I will do this!
Take me.
It's OK.
- Oh! - Oh!
Go! Let's go!
No!
I'm so sorry...
- Don't let him die! - Michael, try not to move.
Keep pressure on the wound, ok?
I'm so sorry!
It's locked.
Ellen, where are the keys?
The keys, where are the keys?
Look, look at me, look at me. You must know.
- In the kitchen. - Kitchen?
Kitchen. Get behind the car.
OK. Keep some pressure on the wound.
- Help me please! Help me! - Cylinders are locked up.
I need to find the keys. We need to get out of here.
No, I can't move him.
Michael! Stay with us, Michael.
Michael! I'm so sorry.
It's not your fault. It was me who started all this.
Don't speak, Michael.
I need to slow the bleeding before we get him out.
None of you will be getting out
- unless I can turn off that gas. - Please don't die!
- Don't let him die! - Just don't move, Michael, OK?
I could use some help here!
David, I... I think you should go.
Try not to talk, Michael, OK?
- Got them! - No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, I need... I need you to go.
Oh, Jesus!
We need to get out of here.
Do what she says!
I wanna be with Grace.
I wanna be alone with my sister.
Jesus Christ.
I love you, I always have.
- But... - Michael!
Look what I've done to you. Forgive me.
I'm so sorry!
I'm so sorry, Michael!
Don't leave me, Michael!
Don't leave me!
Go! Quick! Get behind the car!
- OK? - Did you get the keys?
Come on.
Heads down. Heads down.
Heads down.
Come on!
Fuck!
Shit!
Ah! Got you.
She's got it.
Ah...
Ah!
Ha!
Thank you.
Ah... Fuck.
The coastguard is sweeping the area.
- She can't have gotten far. - Yes, Inspector Wallace.
Sir, any news?
No sign of the sister on the island,
but their yacht has slipped its mooring.
We're waiting on the coastguard to get a chopper up.
What about Siobhan Williams?
Shropshire Police are reopening the inquiry into her death.
OK, and who the hell are the Strachans?
Their real passports, found in the house.
Sally and John Taylor.
Well, if you're gonna disappear...
Yeah, I know, this is the place.
Hi, er...
I guess the phones are down as well.
Look, I'll tell you when I see you, David,
but I remember her.
She was a couple of years above me at school,
only her name wasn't Kelly-Anne.
It was Becky. I didn't know her well, but I remember.
Look, let's speak. Call me back.
OK, bye.
The old man of Runa. That'll be me.
When the people of this island
got their living from fetching eggs from the cliffs,
the most common cause of death was slipping down into the sea.
The islanders wrote "gone over" on the gravestone.
Coastguard's looking for Grace.
She had a motive for killing Maggie.
Not for Kelly-Anne.
Not for Duncan.
I'd let it be, David.
These islands have always been a magnet for lost souls.
Some questions don't have answers.
Maybe.
I thought all the evidence was burned.
The evidence we moved from the cottage
to the clinic, yeah.
This was her other earring.
Where did you find it?
In your van.
Duncan made the connection.
Remembered your daughter from school.
Becky.
The things she could've been.
She blamed me for it all, or my job.
Why not?
It makes monsters of us all.
But Becky came one too many times for drug money.
I would've forgiven her.
But we were both as proud and soft as each other.
I didn't hit her.
I want you to know that.
I just wanted to shake some sense into her.
But you killed her.
By accident.
And, er...
And Duncan?
You're still young.
When you get to an age without family,
your legacy is all you have.
And I was a damn good policeman.
I couldn't let Duncan take that away.
Destroy everything I've ever lived for.
I mean, we couldn't let him away with that,
could we, Bess?
Good girl.
No!
Oi!
Were you just sneaking off without saying anything?
I didn't know what to say.
"Goodbye" is a start.
Yeah. Sorry.
Look, all the time he...
He was just...
I thought I knew folk and he just...
What will you do now?
Have a bloody holiday.
I've already re-booked the tickets for three of us.
Young Kevin.
The lad needs a break.
That's nice.
You?
Don't know. I'll, erm...
I'll see where the wind blows me.
Good luck, then.
Yeah. And you.
Well, go on, bugger off.
I'll have the burnt one.
Burnt?
What do you call it when it's black like that?
Charred.
OK, so a charred burger.
- There you are. - Thank you.
And one of these burnt sausages, please.
One burnt sausage, coming up.
So, I'm actually a little bit confused.
Are you a doctor now, or not?
Well, technically yes, but...
I'm thinking about going back to the work I was doing before.
Before?
Erm... The work that...
OK.
Erm...
Was that the door?
One sec.
Yep?
Hello?
Hi. Can I help you?
Actually, I'm here to help you.
David.
Grace.
I thought you might want to see them again.
Your family?
They're waiting.