♪ ♪ TYRONE: I want to do what you do.

And I can't do that here.

♪ ♪ MORGAN: I took your boat.

ANNIKA: I've been there, where the dad doesn't love the mum, and then he doesn't love the kid.

You should have trusted me.

I felt like I was protecting her.

I said I'm sorry.

You're also grounded.

If we'd have had her now, you'd have been the first to know.

But we weren't those people then.

No-- shame.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ ANNIKA (nervously): I mean, clearly, the Isle of Jura has an old Norse name.

Most islands in the Hebrides do, as you'll know.

(haltingly): And as we're approaching it from the air, you'll be able to see its distinctive raised Paps.

Yeah, we've already landed.

(exhaling deeply) Excellent, uh, in which case, let me, let me tell you that the, the most remarkable thing about Jura is... George Orwell.

...that it was the writing place of "1984."

ANNIKA: A work which details the concept of... (grunts): ...Room 101, where you're forced to confront your worst fear.

Is that why you grabbed a parachute?

I feel guilty that it was the last one.

HARPER: Hello!

The local officer has set up an incident room.

They're pretty giddy to have Marine Homicide here.

So, you're with us, too?

Didn't realize your patch went this far.

No, it doesn't.

I transferred from Edinburgh to join your team-- weren't you told?

Annika likes to wait a few years before she tells me the big stuff.

Okay, shall we see the body?

Sure, yeah.

Are you, uh, are you okay with that?

Yeah, I'll keep it a bit longer.

MICHAEL: Is the body secure?

HARPER: That's one way of putting it.

(breathes deeply) So, before he wrote "1984," George Orwell left a safe life in the U.K. to fight tyranny overseas.

It's not clear if he parachuted into Spain, but I, I wouldn't put it past him.

And while he was there, he got tuberculosis, a bullet wound to the neck, and his own countrymen mocked his posh accent.

But when he decided to write about fear-- I mean, proper, heart-stopping, stone-cold fear-- he chose this place.

(exhales) So, that's not at all ominous.

ANNIKA: Right, and this is?

When there's no police station on the island, you get a...

Fish factory.

HARPER: Yeah.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Throw a line ♪ ♪ Into the darkness ♪ ♪ Oh, we are shadows ♪ ♪ Blaze inside ♪ ♪ This light will shine ♪ ♪ Unbroken tonight ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Shine ♪ ♪ ♪ HARPER: Blair, you online?

BLAIR (on video): I'm here, go ahead.

HARPER: So, timeline.

Approximately 3:40 a.m., a body encased in ice was dumped in the sea, somewhere between Islay and here on Jura.

How do you know what time it was?

Freshwater ice has lower density, so, accounting for salinity, what we know about its size, and the degree of thawing, we get our estimated time for the drop.

I had a marine scientist crunch some numbers for us.

At 6:00 in the morning?

She's got kids-- she was up anyway.

So, 4:10, three fishing enthusiasts leave Islay.

4:42, one of their lines snags our victim and they call the harbormaster, this guy, known locally as Salty.

He's agreed to show us the exact place the body was found.

The briefings have come on since Edinburgh.

It's much slicker.

BLAIR: Wait.

Didn't I do the briefings in Edinburgh?

And as we're here, there's nothing specific in the rulebook says a pregnant officer can't go in a helicopter.

Yeah, it was a bumpy ride, Blair.

There's, like, two pages of risk assessment.

There were no international vessels in the area.

So, the body was dumped locally from either Islay, where our fishermen set off, or here on Jura.

MICHAEL: Most likely Islay.

Bigger island-- more scope to get it done.

Or Jura, with its rich literary history.

Yeah, I'm, I'm with Michael-- Jura's tiny.

BLAIR: Islay for me, too, easy.

Okay, that's three against one, that's fine.

HARPER: There's a team of specialists en route to start the thawing process.

Until we have a clearer view of the face, we won't have an I.D., but most likely white, male, middle-aged.

How'd you get that bit?

He's dressed like you.

ANNIKA: So, why freeze a body to then dump it in the sea?

BLAIR: Maybe they thought the ice would sink.

MICHAEL: Or he was killed years ago, and they've only just emptied their freezer.

There's lots of weird stuff in mine.

HARPER: I've checked the missing persons reports going back decades-- nothing outstanding locally.

Hm.

Does anyone else's coffee taste of... Mackerel?

Yes.

Mm.

EILIDH (wailing): Qaiyum!

ANNIKA: And, and who's that?

Yeah, I don't know who that is.

(crying): He was my partner.

It'll be ten weeks on Monday.

I left my husband, Qaiyum, locking up the shop, but he never came home.

Why didn't you report him missing?

Everyone was convinced that he'd run off with his ex, Janine Tullach.

She left Jura the same day he disappeared, and, uh, half the money in our joint account was transferred to her.

Hm.

Seems pretty conclusive.

They always had big plans to leave Jura and set up a business together, but she's got a cruel side, so, Qaiyum broke up with her, married me, and we took over the newsagent's.

But he went back to her.

Some people like getting punished, don't they?

Do you have any pictures of him?

Deleted them all.

Couldn't face looking at him.

Did your ex take any belongings with him when he left?

His passport and some old photos.

Plus a big old rucksack, like that.

It's a parachute.

Those were the only things missing.

But Janine could have taken those, like she did the money.

You think she killed him?

EILIDH: Now I've seen his body in ice, I do.

MORGAN: Checking in here before going to school is very impractical.

Well, that's for both of us-- I'm grounded, too.

They had to fly through a storm-- you're not grounded.

Well, I'm on the ground.

Right, well, log the time.

Nice talking to you.

My sister's a cow bag.

Dumping you by text.

I've told Erin she needs to do better next time.

Good news for her next girlfriend.

(softly): Yeah.

Are we okay?

Doesn't have to be awkward between us.

It's fine.

Congrats on the whole unplanned pregnancy thing.

Thought we were going for not awkward.

Yeah, another fail.

See you.

See you.

(chuckles) MICHAEL: So, you got Morgan under Blair's surveillance?

Ah, teenagers are wily.

She's trying to get herself on a work placement at an eco resort.

How's that wily?

Well, it's a week, and there's entertainment, attractions, and a high chance of tomfoolery.

Tomfoolery?

Shenanigans, loose morals.

Is it an Edwardian resort?

Just let me flap about this for a minute, okay?

So, is this the kind of thing that we both should be talking about?

Uh, I don't know.

It's still quite new.

It's newer for me.

I guess this is Salty.

ANNIKA: As in seadog, right?

Well, isn't a seadog a walrus?

Don't know.

SALTY: We found him here, right between the two islands.

The body wouldn't have moved far.

MICHAEL: So, would you put your money on it having come from Islay or Jura?

I don't know-- either.

My cottage overlooks Islay Harbor, and I don't sleep.

Nobody was lugging ice in the early hours.

Should be checking out the private jetties.

Okay, then, so, that's three-two?

He said he didn't know.

A list of people out on the water that your lassie got me to draw up.

Mostly tourist boats.

Why have you underlined Chris Gray?

She's the gillie at that conference hotel on Islay.

Only time she'd be out that early would be with guests, but she was on her own.

Does the hotel have a jetty?

Aye.

I'll take you there.

If you're happy with a walrus sailing you.

♪ ♪ SALTY: Got the polis with me, John.

JOHN: Aye, so I see.

SALTY: The gillie's boat is the one over there.

ANNIKA: Uh-huh, uh-huh, gillie, good, good.

(exhales) What is gillie, exactly?

MICHAEL: A sort of gamekeeper.

Guess this is her boat.

Okay, if I was to ask for your input about Morgan... (exhales) ...what would you say?

About her trip to the underworld?

Fine.

Don't say I didn't consult.

Well, maybe, after Erin, she needs a distraction.

I mean, breakups can be pretty painful.

At least she's thinking about the future.

Plus, you could get an armed protection unit to tail her.

See?

Now you're talking.

CHRIS: Whoa!

What you two doing?

I mean, we can take that question in a number of ways.

Yeah.

Um.. CHRIS: Salty hasn't a full night's sleep since the '90s.

(people applaud in background) He's practically delirious half the time.

So, if it's him that said I was out on the water this morning, I...

So, were you?

I was here, catching these.

Anyone see you do that?

Why are mainland detectives investigating poaching?

(man speaking in background) Which it isn't, by the way.

They're for the kitchens.

(people applauding) We are Marine Homicide.

(applause slows) Okay.

(people talking in background) Well, the hotel manager should vouch for me.

She's pretty busy, though.

The place is rammed because of the conference-- everywhere is.

(man speaking in background, phone ringing and vibrating) Give me a second-- sorry.

I'll talk to your manager-- you stay put.

(speech continues, phone ringing) What have you got?

HARPER (on phone): I'm at the Islay Industrial Estate.

I think the newsagent might be right about the victim being her husband.

I'm in the workplace of the woman she thinks killed him-- want to see?

MICHAEL: Am I looking at an ice factory?

Yeah.

Her daughter developed trust issues.

Her anxiety levels were spiking.

She was struggling to form attachments.

Meanwhile, the mother-- let's call her Mother A-- had grown so used to lying to her daughter that deceit seemed to character... (softly): Okay, okay.

Um... Annika.

Hm?

JAKE: A deceit... (clears throat, microphone squeals) ...which seemed to characterize the, um, the majority of their interactions.

Mother A felt this deceit, um... (seagulls squawking) MAN: Janine's still not picking up.

Her meeting should be finished soon.

Are these partitions removable?

We can make bigger blocks, if that's what you mean.

How big?

Big enough to fit an adult male.

The previous owners did make larger blocks for ice sculptures and industrial cooling, but it's not a big earner.

Parts are available online-- folk just make their own.

So, anyone can just make themselves a massive block of ice?

Sure.

A chest freezer would do the same, if you fill it with water.

(phone vibrates, chimes) Janine says she's up to her eyes in it, and can you come back later?

No, not really.

I'm investigating the murder of Qaiyum Das.

Okay.

Well, I can help with that.

I'm Qaiyum Das.

But I'm feeling surprisingly good, all considering.

(people laughing in background) Okay, well, thanks.

Anytime.

Most of the guests here are therapists, so it's nice not to be asked about my dreams.

(both chuckle) Just coming!

So, hotel manager confirms that Gillie Chris was at work, and not on the water.

So, that list that we were given... Might have to be taken with a pinch of Salty?

Very good.

Mm-hmm.

Harper's breaking the news to our grieving widow that her husband has set up an ice factory with his first love-- they both have alibis.

So, our victim... (sighs) ...might have been in transit.

Uh, a tourist or someone on business?

Let's check accommodation.

On both islands, or just...?

Mm, yeah, sure, both.

And when Jura's confirmed as the crime scene, let's see what it does to the vote.

Harper's arranged a car for us.

So, Mother A... Don't.

At least he could have changed the initial.

Let's, uh, wait over there.

Did he ask your permission to do that?

Ah, yeah, it's here.

(brake engages) ANNIKA: In we get, in, in-- out, no, out, out, out, getting out.

(door shuts) Look, we can't do anything until, you know, the body's defrosted, so, let's pick this up tomorrow.

I've got, you know, a score to settle.

(engine idling) JAKE: I have absolutely no idea.

(people laughing) MAN: But seriously, Doctor, I'd be interested to hear your views on the alternative study by Bannerman and Strong.

I don't think that particular study was that conclusive, and the methodology... ANNIKA: Yes.

Interesting, interesting, yes, the methodology, yeah.

(with mouth full): But I...

I had a question about that.

Certainly, fire away.

You mentioned trust issues, that presumably the patient and her mother trusted you to keep your mouth shut, you know?

I don't know, generally?

The problematic thing about any case study is that a person can identify themselves with it, even when it's completely unrelated.

Mm, and why might a person do that?

The fact her daughter's vulnerabilities exactly match those described, or that the mother shares her, you know, actual initial?

You feeling better?

Yes, a bit-- no.

Another fizzy drink?

Mm.

(music playing, people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (muttering) I'm up!

I'm getting up!

Is this how it's going to be?

Miss you.

Can't you miss me after 8:00 a.m.?

What were you doing last night?

Nothing, because I'm earning back your trust.

Did you speak to anyone?

Have you tapped my phone?

Oh, so, you did speak to someone.

I called Morfar.

I was bored.

ANNIKA: Really?

That's, like, twice in a year-- what'd you talk about?

Just stuff.

Well, if I was allowed Femi over, maybe I wouldn't have done it.

Well... (people arguing) I guess if it stops you phoning grandfathers, perhaps a distraction isn't so bad.

MORGAN: Yeah, for you, too.

Hi, Jake.

Hi, Morgan.

MORGAN (chuckles): We've missed you.

Yeah, me, too-- lovely to see you.

Uh, yeah, we were just, um, discussing his, um, conference papers.

Well, I've never heard it called that before.

Can I go back to sleep now?

Yeah.

(phone beeps) Okay, well... We could've done that better.

Yeah.

(toothbrush scrubbing) I mean, she's going to think we're now... JAKE: Mm-hmm.

ANNIKA: You know.

(clears throat) So, uh, are we?

JAKE: Mm?

ANNIKA: Mm, you know, um... (clears throat) JAKE: Huh?

ANNIKA: Mm... Hm.

Well, I mean, this could go on for some time.

I've got to... JAKE: Yeah.

ANNIKA: You got a spare toothbrush?

No.

♪ ♪ HARPER: Blair's online-- I made you a coffee.

Thanks.

Yeah, so, I saw Gillie Chris hand the hotel manager an envelope of cash this morning.

Where did you see that?

Outside my... (stammering): Just outside.

Hotel manager claims it was payment, 'cause the gillie punched a guest and made a mess of the bar on Monday night.

The money was her making it right.

HARPER: And also, maybe a thanks for giving her an alibi.

'Cause there's no sign of her on the hotel grounds, and her boat was missing from the jetty.

I'll get the hotel cameras, see if they caught this fight.

HARPER: I have a possible I.D.

on who the victim is.

Ronan McIntyre, 37 years old.

I got the Islay Harbor register, and his boat's overstayed its booking.

And Salty hasn't seen him for a couple of days.

MICHAEL: You got that already?

His face only thawed out half an hour ago.

HARPER: He does have quite an identifying mark on his body, though.

Yeah?

He's got "your name" on his butt.

He's got a butt tattoo of my name?

(chuckles): It's a chat-up line: "Do you believe in fate?

Because I've got..." "...your name tattooed on my arse."

Yes-- does that, does that work?

No.

Does for me.

A Jura boy, originally.

Lives in Glasgow, but works for a hamper business.

He buys island produce, so he brings his boat up frequently.

So, where was he staying?

He always books into the same rental cottage.

Salty says it's only about ten minutes away from here.

Mm.

And when you say "here," you mean Jura.

Just saying.

Okay, let's make sure it's him, 'cause we've already told one man he's dead.

Michael, check his boat.

Blair, send through the camera footage of the fight when you get it.

Harper, we'll go to his accommodation.

Anyone got anything else about anything?

BLAIR: Nope.

I'll check in later.

ANNIKA: All right, then.

(phone chimes and vibrates) MICHAEL: You settled it, then?

What?

The score.

You're wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

♪ ♪ There's a lot of sneaking about in "1984."

Love notes, liaisons in fields and secret bedrooms.

Of course, for the main characters, Winston and Julia, getting caught means interrogation, torture, and brainwashing by the Thought Police.

Whereas I just get Michael.

♪ ♪ ABENI: I'm a mixed media artist.

This is something I'm doing for the Jura Orwell Festival.

I'm keeping the centerpiece top secret until the big reveal next week.

I mean, it, it nails the Big Brother theme.

ABENI: You think it's too on-the-nose?

(spoon taps and clatters) Hm.

So, Ronan McIntyre um, rents a cottage from you?

OLIVER: Och, we wish he rented it.

He's an old friend-- he stays for free.

And he treats us like his staff, as if we don't have enough to do with three cottages to manage.

Cleaners have already been today.

Had to bag up all his stuff.

Oh, we'll need to take that.

OLIVER: Really?

I reckon he's just shacked up with some girl.

You know, he often wakes up in the wrong bed.

Easily done.

ABENI: He's not as bad as the island claim.

People say he's fathered half the primary school.

(laughs): Yeah, I know.

Everyone's always teasing us that Ronan's responsible.

Bet that's fun.

Ah, it's just gossip.

He actually introduced us-- paid for our fifth round of IVF.

ABENI: Thinks it buys him the right to name our kid Bono, or Morgan Freeman.

(laughs): Whether it's a boy or a girl.

I mean, don't knock Morgan.

(laughs): Right, eh?

ABENI: Well, whoever Ronan's met this time must be a keeper for him to have missed Olly's dad-to-be lock-in on Monday.

Yeah, it was meant to be a low-key dram before we headed over to the mainland paternity unit, but the whole island turned up.

ABENI: Not me-- I was in my bed.

Olly stumbled in at 7:00 a.m., and we got our first one-star review because cottage two was left without power all night.

I missed their text-- you know, all they needed to do was just flick the trip switch.

And Ronan didn't come back at all?

He hasn't been here since he set off on his boat for meetings on Islay on Monday morning.

Hm-- you've got a private jetty, then?

ABENI: Most people have.

Is this about the body that was found this morning?

I mean, Ronan is a tearaway, but he would never... No, no, he's not a suspect.

We're actually still waiting on a positive I.D.

on the victim himself.

Hm.

ABENI: Oh, but you'd know if it was Ronan.

He has the most ridiculous tattoo.

(laughs): I'll get him to show you when he turns up.

The worst chat-up line in history.

Okay, shall we sit down?

♪ ♪ MICHAEL (on phone): When I go, I hope it's not an arse tattoo that I.Ds.

me.

Then don't get one.

BLAIR: I got the victim's schedule from his work.

Last thing he turned up for was a whisky tasting at the Islay Royal Hotel on Monday afternoon.

That's where Gillie Chris works.

BLAIR: Yep, not long before the fight.

Well, it pains me to say it, but since the victim's boat never returned to Jura, the murder might have, you know... (exhales): Happened on Islay.

You're the only one keeping score.

MICHAEL: Well, the victim's boat's a bit messy, but not like there's been a struggle.

HARPER (on phone): So, if he was drowned, let's say in a freezer, you'd have to wait about 24 hours before it became a block of ice.

Oh, funny you should say that-- well, not funny.

HARPER: What's in it?

Stuff for his hampers, I guess.

To create the ice block, it would have had to be full of water.

MICHAEL: Well, it's mostly venison now.

How do you even get such a massive ice block out?

You'd need a hoist.

His social media is mostly full of selfies of him with various women.

You think he might have picked someone up from Islay and stayed over with them?

Well, this boat's clear, but SOCO are on their way for when you get here.

Maybe his sister can help, Tina McIntyre.

Mobile we've got for her is off a next of kin from seven years ago, but apparently she's not answering.

We'll keep trying.

Have you got the CCTV from the hotel yet?

(typing) Pinging over now.

HARPER: Huh.

Is that our ice man, holding the antlers?

Yep, that looks like our guy.

HARPER: And there's Gillie Chris.

BLAIR: Ooft.

It's not just pheasants she whacks.

Okay, we're breaking up.

Ferry out.

(boat chime plays) WOMAN (over speaker): We'll shortly be arriving at the Islay Ferry Terminal.

Please return to your vehicles.

I'll go and see her when we land.

ANNIKA: You want some coffee from the café?

HARPER: I can get that.

ANNIKA: No, it's fine.

HARPER (chuckles): I don't drink it myself, but I know what it is.

ANNIKA: Ah, you say that.

HARPER: Should I get one for Michael?

ANNIKA: Uh, best not-- he's waiting for SOCO.

(takes pictures) (hissing sound) (sniffs) (gas stove clicking) (gas hissing) (door rattling) (slamming) (bell rings) MORGAN: Thanks for picking up.

JAKE (over phone): Always.

Okay, so, are you and Mum a thing now?

JAKE: Well, you could call it a "thing," if you wanted to.

What do you think?

MORGAN (on phone): It's great.

So, I'm standing in the queue for the work placements, and I know Mum doesn't really trust me at the moment.

JAKE: Yeah, because you stole her boat.

Sure, but that was a one-off mistake and this, this is about my personal growth.

(over phone): It's only a week, and there'll be no parties, 'cause it's a professional work-y thing, and I need you to talk to her about it.

JAKE: Look, she's made her decision.

It's important to be consistent.

MORGAN: Even if it's wrong?

Well, if you think it's wrong, then you make your case.

But I'm asking you to make it, in your sneaky therapy way.

What do you mean "sneaky?"

(sighs) Okay, it's fine, but this is my future at stake.

And if it's ruined, it's on you.

Who's being sneaky now?

Welcome to our world, Jake.

Are you in, or are you out?

♪ ♪ (bird squawking) Yeah, I see what you mean.

(phone vibrating) It's less fishy, right?

I was thinking it should be more.

Mmm.

Ghillie Chris is back at the hotel.

I'll call you when I've seen her?

Yeah.

♪ ♪ (inhales) (loud explosion) SALTY: That's Ronan McIntyre's boat!

Is Michael still on there?

I can't see him-- God help him if he is.

(alarm blaring in distance) Uh.

Come on.

(water splashing) MICHAEL: It's nice to take an afternoon dip.

(groans in relief) ANNIKA: Did you see who did it?

Very refreshing, thanks for asking.

SALTY: Hey, that guy's stealing my boat!

MICHAEL: That's the guy who ran just before the explosion.

Come on, you bugger!

ANNIKA: Hey!

MAN: Get back!

Don't suppose you want a summary of the plot of "1984?"

That usually... (grunts, canister clanging) (grunts) (exhales) Didn't realize they had so many uses.

HARPER: Chris, Chris Gray?

Marine Homicide.

I'm busy.

Well, it doesn't work like that.

You had an altercation on Monday evening with Ronan McIntyre.

That's a private matter.

No, it's a police matter; we're investigating his murder.

(phone ringing) Ronan's dead?

Yes, so, I'm gonna have to ask you some... (phone ringing continues) I can't make it stop.

Okay, okay.

Let me.

(sighs) Hello?

BLAIR (over phone): Hello?

Is this Tina McIntyre?

Blair?

(over phone): This is Harper, I'm with Chris.

(sighs) Chris-tina-- you're his sister, aren't you?

♪ ♪ I nearly lost my best officer.

Well, you know, second best.

I didn't know anyone was on the boat.

But in my defense, I waited to check he got off.

Of the boat you were blowing up.

I don't think rationally when I lose my temper.

It-it's part of the anger arousal cycle-- the trigger, escalation, crisis.

I'm on an anger management program.

Ah, how's that working out for you?

I may need a few more sessions.

What was your trigger?

I made whisky for his hampers, but he cancelled the contract, even though he knew my distillery couldn't survive without it.

Got a notification from his offices today that they wouldn't even pay for the last batch.

This whisky?

Interesting label.

It's just a parting shot.

"Ronan McIntyre, ruining lives since 1985.

Best served on ice."

A parting shot can read like a death threat.

(sighs) I was just running with a metaphor.

Yeah, you, you really ran with it.

That's him?

And if you did freeze him on the boat, then any forensic evidence is now at the bottom of the harbor.

(panting) That's not why I wrecked it.

Oh, man, this is getting way too big!

Where were you on Monday night?

Oh, um, I was at my program.

Oh, they last all night, do they?

It's in Glasgow.

I didn't want anyone on the island to know I was seeing a therapist.

Well, all the therapists are here, as far as I can tell.

So, should be easy to check your alibi.

(sniffles, sighs) (cuffs clanging) (thunder rumbling) ♪ ♪ Who'd do this?

That's why we're here.

The last sighting we have of your brother, you're giving him a beating.

I didn't hit him that hard; he lost his balance.

Only his watch was broken, nothing else.

Did you fight often?

He was a wind-up merchant.

If he saw an opportunity to get under your skin, he took it.

He'd tease me about my job.

I wish I hadn't taken the bait.

Did you see him after you fought?

I guessed he'd sailed back to Jura.

He said something about a mate's lock-in.

I just wanted to clear up and keep my job.

His boat never left Islay.

Do you know anyone who might have wanted to hurt him?

Like I said, my brother made digs; he didn't know when to stop!

So, where did you go, after you left the hotel?

Hospital, then home.

Really?

Because we know that you were on the water the morning your brother's body was dumped.

(thunder rumbles) What did you do, you silly wee boy?

♪ ♪ WOMAN (over speaker): The 17:21 ferry to Jura will be boarding in ten minutes.

(sighs) Are you seeing Jake again tonight?

(sniffs) That hinges on whether he changes Mother A to Mother B, or any other letters, actually.

Yeah.

How's Morgan about all this?

Uh, fine.

She's already using him to get me to agree to that week away.

It's a classic tactic: if the mum says no, you ask...

The dad?

No, no, I wasn't going to say that.

Yeah, you were.

Look, it's a choice, isn't it?

Either let her go, or you don't.

You're gonna have to trust her at some point.

On her way back from confronting her disappearing husband?

What a conversation that must have been.

Mortifying-- where did this come from?

You know the whisky maker I hit with the life buoy?

He also supplies the café at the terminal.

Does his alibi check out?

Mm-hmm.

And Ghillie Chris-tina.

She dislocated a finger in the fight, spent most of the night in minor injuries with her wife.

Why did she lie to us about being out on the water, the morning the body was dumped?

Because the lobster pots we saw on her boat were stolen.

So, she was poaching after all.

So, the hotel manager was in on it too?

Mm-hm, which I imagine she now sees as rather a "shellfish" thing to do.

(sniffs) (coughs) Oh... Oh, come on, you must be used to these by now?

It's the whisky.

No wonder the victim ditched it.

That's what Morag at the café said.

We're on first name terms, even though I've only been in there once.

♪ ♪ Where you going?

The café, 'cause they never forget a face.

♪ ♪ There was a telly screen in Winston's flat, which meant he was constantly under surveillance.

Now, he was allowed to mute it, but not to turn it off.

Even when he hid in an alcove to write his diary, he still wasn't really alone.

Now, there are no telly screens on the Jura ferry, and our victim certainly wasn't writing a diary.

So, he wasn't even thinking about keeping hidden, but he was seen nonetheless.

Because there's always someone watching.

MICHAEL: So, Ronan did come back to Jura that night?

ANNIKA: He bought a drink at the café, boarded the 11:00 p.m. ferry.

According to Morag, who served him, he was going to a friend's lock-in.

That would have been Oliver's.

But he didn't get there, right?

BLAIR (over video): So, where did he go?

If he didn't go to the pub?

(Harper and Annika sigh) Oh, the watch.

It was smashed in the fight with his sister, but it was in the rental cottage at Abeni and Oliver's.

So, he definitely made it back there.

BLAIR (over video): Can someone who's eight months pregnant carry a human ice block?

Because I'm happy to do an experiment.

ANNIKA (over video): Thanks, but I, I don't, I don't think it's Abeni.

No, she, she was upfront about local rumor.

But her husband... Five rounds of IVF, and now people are saying your friend didn't just pay for the bump.

Delicate issue, paternity.

Locals confirmed that Oliver was at the pub all night.

Everybody was blootered, maybe he snuck out?

ANNIKA (over video): Have we got any footage from outside the pub?

Pulling up the CCTV now.

Hang on.

So, um, while we wait, do we want to just do a quick... Fine, Jura.

Yeah, Jura for me too.

And me.

(over video): I've got the husband on the car park CCTV, heading in the direction of the rental cottage at midnight.

And returning an hour later.

Time enough.

Yeah.

Don't murder someone on the island that birthed Big Brother.

♪ ♪ (loud whirring) (whirring grows louder) (shouting): Abeni!

Abeni!

(turns off chainsaw) Where's Oliver?

He's taken the boat.

Wanted to clear his head.

Ronan's death has hit him really badly.

Me too, but I've got this bloody thing to do.

Why don't you, why don't you put that down?

(unplugs chainsaw) We'll find Oliver.

(groans) It's been going on all afternoon.

(panting) I don't think this is Braxton Hicks.

(groans) Right, um... Because I think, I think my other officers are much better with h... hot towels.

(panting) (groaning) ANNIKA: Yes, we, we're doing the breathing.

I, I was just seeing if there's anywhere near that stocks nitrous oxide?

(groaning) Thanks for your help.

Be as, be as quick as you can, please.

I, I, don't want to have to cut the cord with a... (call ends) ...chainsaw.

(groaning, panting) Okay, then.

You're, you're, you're doing really well, Abeni.

Would you like me to find some whale music or...

The water wasn't frozen.

We don't need to talk about this now.

I put on the machine two days ago, but yesterday it was still just slush.

(panting) Hm.

I thought it was another power cut, but maybe... (groaning loudly) Ooh, okay, that's a big one.

I'm, I'm just going to have another look, all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Uh, you're doing great.

And you know, first, um, labors, they, they can take ages.

I mean, mine lasted over a hundred hours.

At least, it, it felt like... You can't think Olly would kill him?

Ronan was a good friend.

I know, but for now, I think we need to focus on the task in hand, because... (groans) Oh!

Because, yeah, um, okay, I'm currently looking at your baby's head.

It's coming!

Mm.

Oh, boy.

It, it, it, it may well be a boy.

(groaning) Here we go!

♪ ♪ MICHAEL: Bring us up alongside, Salty.

HARPER: Michael will step on, I'll board from the water.

(seagulls squawking) (scrubbing) Nice to have a clean boat, isn't it?

MICHAEL: Now, I need you to come with me.

OLIVER: Get off my boat.

MICHAEL: That's not happening.

Ronan was looking for a fight, goading me about "his" kid.

So, the whole island was laughing at me about it.

He thought it was funny.

I just wanted him to stop talking.

Well, drowning him in a freezer will do that.

I said, get off my boat!

(grunts) How about yours, then?

Ah, you bastard!

(struggling) MICHAEL: Salty!

I'm coming for you, hold on.

SALTY: Don't let him take it!

MICHAEL: He won't.

(keys jangle) Three for the island boat tour, please.

(Salty sputtering) ♪ ♪ So, it's a boy, then?

Yep, your boy.

Your wife was amazing, apparently.

Should have learnt from her how to deal with the hard stuff.

Can I, can I see him?

It's not possible.

Please.

MICHAEL: You might get a prison visit.

OLIVER: Please!

He shouldn't be without a dad.

Well, that's on you.

(doors shutting, engine starting) In "1984," Winston loved Julia.

He really did, but he was told she'd betrayed him.

And faced with his worst fear, he betrayed her right back.

It saved his life, but it crushed him from that moment after.

Which is how this guy's going to feel when he realizes he doesn't get to raise the kid they wanted for so long.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MORGAN (over phone): What's up?

I've decided to trust you.

You can go to the eco-resort.

But you have to call home every night, and I'm not ruling out sending up a SWAT team.

Thanks-- did Jake change your mind?

ANNIKA: Uh, no.

Michael.

MORGAN: Well, thank him from me.

I won't let you down.

(phone beeps) Do you need this?

No, I'm okay.

I'm taking the car.

MICHAEL: Oh, just as well.

Because this isn't a parachute, it's full of the pilot's stuff.

What?

Um, thanks for the advice with Morgan.

Any time.

(helicopter whirring) ♪ ♪ PILOT: Confirm flight clear to 1,000 feet.

Two passengers on-board, heading outbound, two-two-five.

ANNIKA: (posh accent) Chapter Two... JAKE: Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Are you going to tell me the whole plot of "1984?"

ANNIKA: Yes, I am.

(sighs) But I can tone down the funny voices, if you like?

I definitely need to get to the Room 101 bit.

It's the best bit.

Okay, so, if your Room 101 isn't heights, helicopters, or birthing strangers, what is it?

No, no, no-- the room's gone.

'Cause I've discovered the best strategy to deal with your greatest fear is to, you know, you face it head on, go all in-- only way.

I suppose it works, up to a point.

Hello!

Help me with my luggage?

Is that your dad?

Guess Room 101's back.

(click) ♪ ♪ LOUISE: The cabin that Morgan's arranged for you is very nice.

Cabin... singular?

ANNIKA: He won't say why he left Norway.

You don't have to turn everything into an investigation.

ANNIKA: I found a body in the river.

LOUISE: Detective?

I need to know what's going on.

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