01x06 - The Clouds Part

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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! f*ck!

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

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, f*ck's sake!

Well, they won't have got far.

They need shelter.

Yeah.

And food.

Some b*stard'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 f*ck.

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 k*ller'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 f*ck?
- 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 f*ck?

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, f*ck!

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 k*ll her. My da.

Are you saying that
because you know,

or because he's your da?

He's not a k*ller!

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 k*ll 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 k*ller 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 k*ll 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 b*stard
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 k*lled.

Are you suggesting I k*lled 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 k*lled her.

She found out that me and
Siobhan were having an affair

and she lost it
and she k*lled her.

So who did all this?

- She did it to herself.
- Really?

Look, whose idea was it
to go to the hotel?

f*ck!

- 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.

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.

Come on.

Heads down. Heads down.

Heads down.

Come on!

f*ck!

sh*t!

Ah! Got you.

She's got it.

Ah...

Ah!

Ha!

Thank you.

Ah... f*ck.

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 k*lling 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 k*lled 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.