Raven Black - Part 1 Shetland

-I was trying to stay awake.

-So funny! Oh, my God.

I might have seen that one, actually.

Catherine, it's late. I have to go home.

Come on, then, baby girl. Let's get you home.

She's late.

She said she'd be home at midnight. She's late.

Jimmy, you've got to stop seeing the world through the eyes of the job.

She's with her mates.

-Nothing's going to happen to her.

-I know, I know, I know.

Midsummer.

That's disgusting.

She's going to get so angry with you. God!

She's going to be like,

"Were you hanging out with that Catherine Ross?"

She doesn't like me when I'm with you. She does not like you...

I know. Oh, whatever.

Hurry up!

Watch the rocks, watch the rocks.

The old guy in that croft. Why does everyone think he's weird?

-Why does nobody speak to him?

-Cos he is weird.

He's a creepy old man.

Catherine, please, I have to get home.

I thought you liked creepy older men.

It's Sunday tomorrow. Church!

I know.

-Please, let's not!

-Come on!

-GIGGLING

-It's going to be so awkward!

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hi, Cass!

-Hi, Dad.

-You have a good time?

-Yeah, it was brilliant.

There's food...

I've seen you.

You live in the Bruce house.

Yeah, I do.

I have cake. Will we have cake?

Jesus!

We can't stay for cake. My friend has to get home.

Sunday tomorrow. Church.

That's right. It's feathers.

Just like the bird.

See?

-Go on, get out. You're late already.

-So are you.

I know, but it's Monday, so people make allowances for me.

Que tengas un buen dia.

Glad it's not just the tan I was paying for.

-Bye!

-Bye.

Line one.

Tabby.

Come on, darling, let's get a move on.

Jemima...

Sorry we're so late. She's really not feeling very well.

Bye, darling. Come on, up the stairs.

Kitty Collins!

If you're well enough to come to school, you're well enough to stay.

Come on.

And here to address us on a matter that concerns us all

is our Procurator Fiscal, Rhona Kelly.

Good morning.

First of all, I'd like to say it's a real pleasure

to be invited here today to update you

on certain changes in procedure in the Fiscal Office.

DOG BARKS

BIRDS CAW

We should, and we do, prioritise some categories of cases

due to the seriousness

-of the crimes involved...

-PHONE RINGS

..and the impact that has on both victims and their families...

Hello?

Duncan...

She flagged me down as I was passing.

She didnae want to leave the lassie in case the birds came back.

They've been pecking.

-Hi, I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

-Jess Collins.

Her name's Catherine Ross. She babysits for me.

She's 17.

Do you know how I can get in contact with her parents?

It's just her dad, Euan.

-He works on the rigs.

-Which platform?

Um... North Cormorant.

I saw her yesterday. She stopped round at teatime. She was fine.

OK, Jess, I'm going to need to have a word with you at some point,

-but not now.

-I can see you back, if you like.

Right.

-Where's Tosh?

-On her way. She was at the dentist's.

-I've got the scene tent in the car.

-No, there's no point.

The tide's already on in its way in. Can you call Cora McClean for me

-and tell her I need her here now?

-Yeah.

Aw, Christ, Jimmy. Why do you have to bring me out for the young ones?

Cora, she's in water, she's cooling by the second.

-Do you need a hand to turn her?

-Mm. Thanks.

Rigor's not set in.

She's still warmth in her and she's below the high tide mark.

-I'd say in the last 12 hours.

-Can you narrow that?

Crime Scene are on their way.

-My swimming bag's in the boot. Help yourself to the towels.

-OK.

SIRENS BLARE

-SHE TAPS TABLE

-Come on. Back to work.

Mr Bain? I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

Mind if I come in?

Whar's du fae?

I'm fae Fair Isle. Originally.

Oh.

And then...Glasgow and now I live in Lerwick.

We found a body down by the beach.

I was wondering if maybe you'd seen or heard anything.

I saw the birds.

Aye, they'll peck the eyes out of a sickly lamb.

Then you have to break its neck.

Only...

from up here, I thought maybe you might have seen.

Aye.

Something was bringing the birds.

-So, you thought you'd go have a look.

-She was dead.

-Why didn't you phone the police?

-I don't have a phone.

You could have called on a neighbour.

My neighbours don't speak to me.

What time was this?

Five.

I dinnae sleep so well in the simmer dim.

It's Catherine Ross.

She was here midsummer night, and the teacher lass.

I didnae ask them. I didnae ken them. They just came.

And then she came back yesterday. She was on the bus.

You saw Catherine Ross on the bus?

No, it wasn't my day for Lerwick.

I was passing the stop and she was getting off.

-This is yesterday? Sunday?

-Aye.

She knew I had a cake.

She was hungry. She'd been walking all night.

-Did she say why or where she'd been?

-No.

How long did she stay?

An hour. She said she was going home to sleep.

Sorry to disturb, but...

you're needed.

Where were you last night?

Here. In my bed.

OK. I'm going to want to speak to you again, Mr Bain...

so don't go anywhere without letting us know, all right?

Where would I go? It's not my day for Lerwick.

He knew her. She visited him yesterday.

And he saw the body this morning.

-He said that?

-He wasn't trying to hide it.

He said he saw her at 5am.

He doesn't sleep so well this time of year.

Who does? It's never dark enough for long enough.

You just wish someone would turn the bloody light off.

From her pockets.

No phone?

They've done what they can, but there's water everywhere.

Plus, there's a primary school up there.

-We should move her as soon as we can.

-OK. I'll get onto Aberdeen.

-Hey!

-Press.

Yeah, you're right. We should probably move her as quick as we can.

RINGING TONE

PHONE RINGS

RINGING TONE

We haven't managed to reach Catherine's father yet.

-Can you tell me who she stays with when he's offshore?

-No-one.

Catherine only came to live with Euan a year ago

when her mother died.

He'd lived on his own for years. She was always at boarding school.

I don't think heavy-duty parenting would have suited either of them.

Doesn't mean they weren't fond of each other.

Someone mentioned the "teacher's lassie".

-Do you know who that would be?

-Yeah, that would be Sally Henry.

Her mother, Margaret, is the teacher at the primary.

-She and Catherine were friends.

-DOOR SHUTS

It's been a terrible shock for Sally.

A terrible shock for everyone.

Though maybe not a surprise.

She liked to provoke a response, that one.

I am sorry. I have to ask you this. Where were you last night, Sally?

And you, Mrs Henry.

Where do you think? Asleep in our beds.

Do you know what Catherine was up to at the weekend?

Of course, you can't blame the children.

Left to their own devices,

drinking themselves stupid in Lerwick every weekend.

I tell you what, Sally, why don't you and me go for a walk

and we'll get out of your mother's way?

-But I've made coffee.

-That's OK, we'll take it with us.

What's going on? Who's that with Sally?

There's been a death. Her friend, Catherine Ross.

Is she all right?

Did you not hear the woman? She's dead.

I meant Sally.

You know, whatever you say to me... stays with me.

Your parents don't get to hear it.

She didn't always tell me what she was doing.

I'm not allowed out so much.

She didn't like to rub it in.

What about Saturday night, when you went calling on Magnus Bain?

Catherine thought it would be a dare to knock on his door.

-And after that?

-Went home.

What about Catherine?

Like I said, she didn't always tell me what she was doing.

What about Sunday?

Yesterday. Did you see her then?

She called. Late afternoon.

I couldn't come out cos I had homework.

A good friend, eh?

Never had a friend like her before.

Did Catherine have a boyfriend?

No.

Did she have a girlfriend?

No.

Was anybody after her?

We used to joke about Mr Scott.

-He was always looking at her in class.

-A teacher?

She thought he was ridiculous.

Perez isn't a Shetland name.

No. Er...

They say they came over with a shipwreck from the Armada.

And a Spanish sailor fell in love with a girl from Fair Isle.

You don't look very Spanish.

No, I think...! I think I probably take after her.

HE CHUCKLES

What did your mum mean when she said

that Catherine liked to provoke people?

Catherine thought respect was something adults had to earn.

She wasn't always polite.

What, to your mum?

To anyone.

Billy, you had any luck reaching Euan Ross on North Cormorant?

-Not yet.

-Keep trying.

We need to search his house, and I want him to get this from us.

-I don't want him to get it from Facebook.

-Yeah.

Boss...

I've been getting phone calls from my friend Reg Gilbert, Mr Media,

about a possible serial killer on Shetland.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-For Christ's sake, Jimmy!

You're my most senior detective.

You should be briefing me about this, not the other way round.

SHE SIGHS

I'm sorry, can we go outside?

Ohh...

You know why giving up extends your life?

Cos every bloody hour takes about three days to pass.

19 years ago, a child called Catriona Bruce

went missing from Ravenswick.

Same village?

They never found her body.

The team sent from Inverness concluded there was no foul play

and that she probably fell from the cliff where she was seen playing.

But after today...

Reg is just digging at the moment.

He's fishing for a story, he's looking for a link.

If there's any chance he's going to find one, I want to know about it.

-OK?

-This is the same address.

-What?

-Catherine and Catriona - it's the same address.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Boss, I've got Euan Ross on North Cormorant.

I'm connecting you now, OK?

OK... OK.

Hello?

Hello, Mr Ross. This is Detective Inspector Perez.

Is somebody there with you?

Yeah, they sent my manager. What's going on?

'I've got very bad news for you.'

Your daughter Catherine was found on the beach at Ravenswick.

-LINE BREAKING UP

-My... What? My...

Your daughter's dead.

Euan?

LINE BREAKS UP

LINE DIES

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

HE SIGHS Cora.

-Cassie.

-Hiya.

I've got to go out for a wee while. I'll be about an hour, OK?

OK.

Hey, what's up?

Is it true Catherine Ross was assaulted?

You know, sexually.

Who's saying that?

People. Facebook.

I've never known a girl be killed

and that not be one of the rumours.

Which is depressing enough.

But in this case I can absolutely promise you

it's pure speculation.

Time of death was between midnight last night

and four o'clock this morning.

She was killed where she was found, strangled with her own scarf.

Any sign of sexual assault?

No.

Anything else?

Hm! I'm just a GP.

Anything else can wait for the pathologist in Aberdeen.

Who's going to tell me the exact same thing you will,

only in three days' time.

Cora...

There were scratch marks on her neck

and skin tissue under her fingernails.

My guess is they'll find it's her own.

Because she was trying

to get her fingers under the scarf to pull it away.

But no defensive injuries.

So either they took her completely by surprise.

What, at this time of year? It's light all night.

Or she knew them well enough to let them get very close.

What's up, eh?

Come on now.

Weesht.

Even if the team from the mainland got it wrong

and Catriona was abducted,

she was a child and her body was never found.

Catherine was ten years older

and her body was left in an open space, in full view.

Different victim profiles, different modus operandi,

let alone the 19 years between them.

I really... I can't see the same hand in both.

What about the fact that they were from the same village,

lived in the same house?

Even their names are similar.

That's a coincidence that the tabloids love, but it's not a link.

What worries me is that people are going to start

talking about this, and before you know it, people are looking

for freaks and monsters and forgetting what they actually saw.

OK. We issue a statement. Despite certain similarities,

the police believe there is no connection

-between the death of... Et cetera, et cetera.

-Yeah.

OK.

According to Cora - who, as we all know, is never wrong -

time of death is between midnight on Sunday and 4am on Monday.

Saturday night. Midsummer.

Catherine and her friend Sally go to a beach party

and then call in on Magnus Bain.

Sally goes home, Catherine goes on to spend the night away from home,

presumably in Lerwick, because the next morning, Sunday,

she gets off the Lerwick bus and she bumps into Magnus again,

then goes back to his house for cake.

Teatime on Sunday, she drops in on Jess Collins.

And we know from the door-to-door

that she's seen several times after that.

The last sighting is 8.30,

when she pops into a neighbour's house for milk.

The whole family saw her.

She's killed...here.

Between 12 midnight and 4am.

I'm seeing the name Magnus Bain a lot.

He saw the body and said nothing. Plus, he's pretty odd.

Yeah, pretty odd isn't enough to make us have a look at someone.

Plus, he says his neighbours don't talk to him.

Did we check up on that?

Well, it's not just them avoiding him. He's pretty much a recluse.

-I can see him not reporting it.

-You know him?

Only by reputation. Like Tosh says - odd.

If she knew her killer, do you think she'd arranged to meet them?

Maybe she was already with them.

Boss? That was Aberdeen about the footprints you photographed.

They were from her own boots.

Oh, what about the piece of fibre under her nail?

Nothing yet, but the school are expecting you any time now.

Tosh, you're with me. Sandy, you take the Ross house.

Check out Catherine's bedroom.

You all knew Catherine.

And maybe some of you know, or knew, things about her

that she would rather have kept private.

But we need to know who she was with and what she was doing

in the 24 hours leading up to her death.

Whenever someone dies, and especially in circumstances like this,

there's always rumours about what may or may not have happened.

And they don't help. Cos all they do is make people scared.

And I don't want you to be scared.

Sergeant Mackintosh is going to be here all morning.

So, if any of you know something -

doesn't matter what it is - then please come and talk to us.

Could you return to your forms rooms,

unless you have specific information for the police.

Did you know her well?

Hugo Scott? I'm Detective Inspector Perez.

I was wondering if I could have a word with you about Catherine Ross.

PATRONS CHATTER

Sorry. Can I talk to you?

What's up?

I taught her film and photography as part of her Media Studies.

-I was also her registration teacher.

-What was she like?

Bright. Challenging. She could be hard work.

But she was also receptive and interested and engaged.

-They're not all like that, believe me.

-Was she popular?

Admired, certainly. But perhaps a bit too spiky for real popularity.

A satirical eye and an impressive line in contempt,

even by 17-year-old standards.

It doesn't necessarily endear you to your contemporaries.

No. Or your teachers, I would imagine.

Oh, Catherine and I understood each other very well.

Did you ever see her outside of school?

Not by arrangement, if that's what you're suggesting.

By accident, then?

It's almost impossible to avoid, if you live in Lerwick.

I'm thinking of moving to Bressay and learning to row.

What brought you to Shetland in the first place?

I wanted to be somewhere where there was scope to make a real difference.

You know...hearts and minds.

Honest to God, it was like a confessional in there.

The broken hearts and sexual health of an entire generation, in detail.

I tell you, if Cassie ever brings home a boy called Peanuts,

be very afraid.

What about Catherine?

She was definitely an outsider, but I got the impression it was choice.

They were all going on about how she made a point

of not using social media.

Pretty self-conscious about wanting to stand out from the crowd.

-Did anyone mention anything about a teacher called Hugo Scott?

-Not to me.

OK, well, do a wee bit of digging, would you?

-See if there's anything we should be interested in.

-OK.

Boss! You had a visitor while you were out. Alan Isbister.

The Whalsay Playboy?

He had to go over to the pier in his Very Expensive Car

for a Very Important Meeting,

but he said he'd call in again on his way back.

Apparently, it's about the case.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Alan Isbister.

-Didn't know you were working here.

-You know me.

Jack of all trades, as long as it pays.

Saving up for another wedding to cancel?

-Isbister's in the dry dock.

-Thanks, Drew.

Give my best to Tosh.

INDISTINCT SPEECH

Inspector Perez. I told your man I'd call back.

He's my sergeant! He's not my butler.

And the next time you've got information relating to a crime,

you give it to whoever's on the desk, do you understand?

Hey! I'm just trying to do my good citizen thing here, OK?

Well, get on with it.

So, I always throw a midsummer party.

Usually starts when all the others are finishing.

Stop the hangover starting, keep drinking.

Catherine Ross was there.

I didn't...I didn't know her. I just recognised her face from the news.

Who brought her along?

I mean, I just get the booze in, throw open the doors

and let the party take care of itself.

I can give you a list of people I did invite, if that helps you out.

She was just part of the crowd. I hardly noticed her, you know.

And you're, what, 30?

And she was 17. That didn't make her stand out?

It was an open house.

There was probably a couple of 70-year-olds there too.

Where is this open house?

My place on the main island.

The Haa.

You stay on the main island till I tell you different.

This is a list of everyone that he remembers.

What about the ones he doesn't remember?

Well, treat it as a starting point. Where was Catherine?

Who was she with? What was she doing?

You know Isbister's got a reputation?

I mean, I fancied 17-year-olds when I was 17.

-But you're supposed to grow out of it.

-Come on, that's cheap gossip.

-Pretty widely circulated.

-Alan just never grew up.

His dad's the big man who made the family fortune

with the pelagic trawler.

Plus, his mother never wanted him out of her sight.

-I thought the Isbisters were in haulage. You see trucks everywhere.

-The trawling's the real business.

This is half the bloody island. Why wasn't I invited?

Billy, can you get me the CCTV for Union Street,

Harbour Street and Lower Hillhead, on midsummer's night.

-Billy?

-Yes?

-2.40am. Commercial Street.

-Yes, boss.

Where's she heading?

The esplanade? Pier?

Bus station.

How are you getting on with your never-ending list?

-All right. It's going to take a while.

-The party you were never invited to.

-Do you know something?

-No, what?

Lerwick bus station, Saturday night into Sunday morning.

Excellent. Cheers, Billy.

Maybe we've missed her, maybe she was heading somewhere else.

There she is.

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Police station.

OK.

Boss? That's Euan Ross. He's landed.

OK.

You know, when we found Catherine's body,

she didn't have her house keys or her phone.

We don't usually lock the doors, but her phone?

She never went anywhere without it. Maybe if she left in a rush.

The officer that searched the house couldn't find it there either.

You think someone took it? It's like a mugging that went wrong?

No, it doesn't look like that.

17 is young...to be living alone.

-Is that a question?

-No.

I mean, it's a lot of freedom, nobody asking where you're going,

what you're doing, when are you going to be home.

-Do you know what she did with it?

-She went out.

Not so much.

She liked her own company.

You know, I went to that school.

From Fair Isle.

It was right cliquey.

Hard, being on the outside.

-Can I ask you a question?

-Yeah.

Was it quick?

Quick. Not instant.

Hello, Jess. I'm a wee bit worried about Euan.

What will the neighbours say? Two male visitors in one night.

Practically a knocking shop.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your evening.

Oh, no! Duncan just dropped by to see how I was getting on.

Thank you.

-Hi.

-Hi.

-How do you two know each other, then?

Well, my ex and Jimmy were together for a long time

before she passed on,

the result of which is that we now share

a very lovely and very strong-willed daughter.

I'm her father, Jimmy's her dad.

Yeah. I should be getting back to her. Good night.

Here. Could you just hold that? I just want to have a word. Jimmy?

-What are you doing?

-What?

Have you told her you're married?

Ach, come on! It's just a glass of wine.

Cos you know Cassie's just got over the last time.

Jimmy!

Would you stop taking that dog for a swim of a morning?

It's his wee bath.

How would you like it if I told you to stop washing?

I smell better after I've washed. Wet dog stinks.

Tosh!

This is a briefing. Brief us.

I looked into Hugo Scott. Nice shiny teaching record.

No previous anything.

As for tracing and eliminating everyone in Ravenswick

the night Catherine was killed, most of them were in bed

so verifiable alibis are proving a bit of a problem.

OK. How about Alan Isbister's party guests?

Still working our way through. Nothing from any of them so far.

There's a lot of talk round about Magnus Bain.

I'm not having this investigation being driven by public opinion.

-Maybe we SHOULD be looking at him.

-We are.

But we're asking questions, not jumping to conclusions.

-Weirdo!

-Retard!

-Paedophile!

-Pervert!

-Paedo!

-Manky old slag!

-CHILDREN LAUGH

-Stupid old tosser!

Magnus Bain told me that the reason

Catherine agreed to go back to his house

was because she knew he had cake.

I think she could have got cake from anyone.

I was just wondering if you could think of any other reason

why she might have been drawn back there.

Probably him being so weird.

Catherine liked freaks and misfits.

Why did she like you, then?

Because you don't strike me as either of those two things.

Maybe being a teacher's kid is OK if your parent is popular.

If they're not, it's pretty much the definition of both.

So, you're going to talk to Magnus Bain.

Better late than never, I suppose.

Mrs Henry, is there something you think I should know?

I mean, something concrete.

People used to think they were doing a kindness

letting their children talk to him.

More innocent back then.

We know better these days. Don't we?

Mm.

OK. Thanks for your time.

Where's my dad?

On the hill.

What's wrong with that?

Environmental officer, it's his job.

You know what?

Whatever he's doing and whoever he's doing it with,

I don't blame him!

Who's the wee girl?

-Agnes. She's my sister. She's dead.

-Is that your mother?

There's no milk.

It's my day for Lerwick, but I couldn't get out.

You know why they came, don't you, Magnus?

-They think you had something to do with Catherine's death.

-No!

What did you do after she'd gone?

TV.

What did you watch?

There was some lad fishing off a boat. Or...

..maybe that was yesterday.

Magnus...did anyone see you

between Catherine leaving here on Sunday morning

and me calling in on you the next day?

Anyone who could say where you were?

OK.

Now, what I'd like to do...

..is I'd like to take your fingerprints.

And a sample of your DNA.

You don't have to do either of those things.

But it would help me to prove where you have and haven't been.

Gets in the cracks.

Takes a long time to come off.

BIRD CALLS

Have you been fingerprinted before?

When Catriona went missing?

No!

I told them I never seen her.

-They went away.

-CLATTER

Nobody sends me letters.

It's from Catherine Ross.

What is it?

She's sent me a letter.

So, why did she take that, Magnus?

STIFLED SOBS

PHONE VIBRATES

I'd asked them to come back this term

with a pitch for their end-of-year project.

It could have been something to do with that.

Do you have any idea how it was taken?

Surely the subject would know.

The subject isn't technologically minded.

Er...

Catherine liked retro.

She wanted a Hasselblad, but she couldn't afford one.

What's a Hasselblad?

It's a camera that gives you this square format. They're expensive.

Catherine got an app on her phone instead.

What? That was taken on a phone?

So, she'd have had to have taken it, gone home,

downloaded it and then printed it off?

Well, she could have printed it straight from her phone,

but looking at it, I'd say she did some work on it first -

you know, crunching the blacks. It's very Don McCullin.

And it's very Catherine.

Catherine Ross took a photograph of Magnus Bain

on her phone on the day she died.

So, can we get on to Aberdeen, and see if they can get a timing

-for when she downloaded it onto her laptop?

-Sure.

What happened in Ravenswick?

Fingerprinting and a DNA sample.

And, apparently, this isn't the first time Magnus has been fingerprinted.

-So, can you see if we've got anything on record for that?

-Got it.

-Alibi?

-He doesn't have an alibi!

The man's a recluse.

He doesn't see anybody from one week's end to the next

unless it's his day for bloody Lerwick.

But he has no motive.

There is nothing tying him to this except talk,

and talk can be generated.

What if somebody wants us to be looking at him?

-What if it's misdirection?

-Like who?

I don't know.

Somebody with enough money to buy all the rumour-mongering they want.

Sorry, Tosh.

Right. What have I missed?

The pathology report came through. Nothing new.

Basically, it's exactly what Cora said.

And Forensics got back about the fibre under Catherine's nail.

It's hemp, from a rug.

What kind of rug?

"Antique and most probably of Turkish origin."

-Apparently they can tell from the dye.

-Uh-huh?

Let me see that Isbister party list.

KNOCK ON DOOR

You said to me that you'd never arranged

-to meet Catherine outside of school. Is that right?

-Yeah, that's right.

So, she never came to this flat?

Why would she?

Nice rug.

That Turkish?

-Yes.

-Very distinctive. Very distinctive patterns.

Very distinctive dyes, apparently.

Catherine bit her nails, did you notice that about her?

Maybe nerves, I don't know.

Anyway, makes them ragged.

So, things get caught under them, like fibres.

-OK, I want a solicitor.

-Yeah, I think that's a good idea.

"Very Don McCullin."

Hm? What does that mean?

You can look at a beautiful photograph

taken with insight and care

and you look at it like you've seen it all before,

like there's nothing new in the world for you at all.

All the things you said about Catherine, that she was interested,

receptive and engaged. That wasn't about her, was it? It was about you.

It was about how she responded to you.

She came in to borrow a DVD. That's all.

And she got a fibre from your rug caught underneath her nail

-how, exactly?

-We...

We talked.

She...

She may have sat on the floor.

Am I under arrest?

You are now.

My mum thinks I'm in my room. What if she checks?

Just tell her you fancied a walk.

You should come to the boat sometime.

It's a bit more private.

Would you like that?

Can't hear you at the back.

Yes.

Before term broke up, I'd mentioned a couple of films

I thought she'd like.

I said if she couldn't get hold of them, I'd lend them to her.

What sort of films?

French New Wave.

So, Catherine called in to pick them up when?

-Saturday night.

-What time?

Midnight.

-She said she was passing.

-At midnight?

I assumed she'd come from a party.

I was just heading out to Isbister's do

and she asked if I could take her along.

Did Catherine know about Isbister's before you mentioned it?

I can't remember.

PEREZ LAUGHS

I'd been drinking.

That's why I was less...circumspect than usual.

And so being less circumspect than usual, you agreed to take her along?

We need you to say it. For the tape.

Yes. I agreed to take her.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Because once I got her in, she disappeared.

I didn't see her again. I had nothing useful to tell you.

And I knew how it would look.

How's that?

As if I was having an inappropriate relationship with her.

Were you?

No.

-HE SCOFFS

-No!

Excuse me. Tosh.

Tosh, we are asking questions. We are not scoring points.

Stop baiting him.

Sorry.

-He's a spineless tosser, though.

-I know that, but I mean it.

She was 17.

I met Drew when I was 17.

It's very young.

I'll be fine here.

Are you sure?

It's just across the hill.

You won't get spooked after what happened to your friend? It's misty.

-No. I've done it before. I'll just run.

-OK.

See you.

DOOR OPENS

If you have finished sulking, your tea's in the oven.

Oh. I thought you were Sally.

-Where is she?

-Upstairs in her room.

No, she's not. I just looked.

She was asking about you.

I said you were on the hill.

After everything that's happened, she's out there alone?

Alex, wait! Alex!

RAIN PATTERS

BIRD CALLS

Sally!

SCREAMING

Catherine?

Catherine!

SCREAMING

Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Sally!

Dad! Dad!

Sally... Give me your hand. Come on, sweetheart.

-Give me your hand.

-Dad, there's something in there!

Dad!

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Sir?

-Excuse me.

They've found a body on the hill in Ravenswick.

They think it's Catriona Bruce.

SIRENS WAIL

BIRD CALLS

-Do you know why you're here, Magnus?

-The old man.

-Did he kill Catherine too?

-Magnus, no!

I don't want to speak ill of the dead, but she was a silly bitch.

Her teacher hated her.

-I told you I don't know.

-Ah, come on!

She said she was going to make people angry.

Catherine Ross didn't know a thing!

The only one who knew... was Magnus Bain.