Sacrifice Page #3

Okay, got it.

Don't worry,

it's been taken care of.

- Okay, Zoe.

Let's see if your husband

was telling the truth.

Let's try women between

the ages of 16..

...and... 34.

Sh*t!

Oh, sh*t! Ah! Shi..

Get off me!

- Did you see the man's face?

- No.

But it's pretty clear

he didn't want me

getting out of there

with that X-ray.

- You stole this

from the mortuary?

- I took it to see if I could

find a match.

And then Stephen Renney

showed up and took

the rest of the autopsy file.

- But that's evidence,

that doesn't make sense.

- Oh, it will. It will when

you see who Jane Doe is.

- Theresa Renney?

There must be a mistake.

- Why?

- 'Cause Renney's wife died

of ovarian cancer

in October 2011.

There's no way she had a child.

You must have grabbed

the wrong X-ray.

- I didn't.

Look, I don't know

what's going on here

but you now have a positive ID,

so the question is

what are you gonna do with it?

- I'll do the talking.

You found these

on the corridor floor

and ran a search to match

for filing, okay?

- Sure.

- Sir, some new evidence

has come to light.

- Ah, sergeant Tulloch,

doctor Hamilton.

You both know Stephen Gair.

- Hello, Tora. How's Duncan?

- He's fine.

- If you don't mind, sir,

we need a private word.

- There's no need for that.

I filled him in

on what's going on.

- Is that right?

- Last week a body was found

in your land, Tora.

And my sympathies, by the way.

The body was that

of a young woman

who was brutally murdered

a long time ago

and whose remains

are probably destined

for the museum of

natural history.

Yet despite

the coroner's findings

the two of you have engaged

in an unethical

possibly illegal,

comparison of dental records.

I believe you found a match to

doctor Renney's late wife,

Theresa.

- How do you know?

- It's a small island.

- The problem, Mr. Gair,

is that now we've revised

the estimate of time of death.

- It's irrelevant.

Whether your Jane Doe

died last week

or a thousand years ago..

Theresa was under

the supervision

of the finest doctors

at Saxa Vord when she passed.

She was then cremated.

There were over 50 people

at her service.

Including Mckie here.

- That's true.

- You seem very sure of Theresa

Renney's medical records.

- That's because my own wife

passed away

right around the same time.

It was a very hard time

for everyone.

- I'm telling you he's lying.

- Oh, Tora.

- Stephen Renney may have

murdered his wife.

That doesn't bother you?

- Yeah, w-yeah,

of course, but..

How could Renney's wife be the

body buried in our field when

everybody saw it being buried

in the graveyard

6 months earlier.

- I don't know.

- And how could she have a baby

when she's riddled with cancer?

- Well, obviously, she couldn't.

- Well, is it possible

that he faked her illness?

- You can't fake

stage 4 ovarian cancer.

- Well, here's,

here's a bigger question.

Why would he do it?

- I don't know.

- Duncan!

- Yeah, look, darling,

I've got to go, okay.

I'll see you back at the house.

- Okay.

- Bye-bye.

- You can leave your bags

over there, Suzie.

Can I help you with something,

Dr. Hamilton?

- Were you working here

3 years ago?

- No, I wasn't.

I'm sorry, did you want me

to call doctor Wickliff?

- No, it's okay.

- Now, remember, she may not

look quite herself.

Your mother's lost a lot

of weight due to the chemo.

It's okay, come here.

- Everybody knows

that Theresa Renney

died of stage 4 ovarian cancer,

right?

- Correct.

- So how could she

be in the hospital

and buried in my field?

- She couldn't.

- Exactly.

- So what if Theresa Renney

was never in the hospital?

- What do you mean?

- Have you ever been

to an oncology ward?

Some of the victims

are so badly ravaged by cancer

that their own families

barely recognize them.

- Are you saying he switched

his sick wife for someone else?

- I'm saying Theresa Renney

was never even sick.

- But why go to all that risk?

There wasn't even

any life insurance.

Her death cost Renney money.

- What if it wasn't about

the money?

What if it was about the baby?

Just... Just take a look at this.

- "The Kunal trows?"

You know these stories

are told to wee bairns.

- Not this version.

This was sent to me by an expert

at Oxford university.

- "The Kunal trows

were a patriarchal warrior race

"of Shetland males who

believed themselves stronger

"healthier and smarter

than ordinary men.

"Unable to beget female

children to reproduce with

"the trows selected

human females to marry

"and the babies born

of these unions

"were always

strong healthy sons.

"Then nine days after delivery

and the trows having no further

"use for them,

the mothers were sacrificed

by having their

hearts cut out."

- "As part of the burial

ceremony, the mother's corpse

had sacred prayers carved

into her flesh."

- The details

are remarkable, but..

- Well, the guy

from Oxford thinks that

the trows were a real

religious sect.

- Real?

- Yeah, what if they still are?

- And, what? You think

Stephen Renney is one of them?

- I don't know.

- Yeah, well, I do.

Look, it's the 21st century and

nobody would believe this stuff.

It's crazy.

- All I'm saying is, there is

something weird going on

on this island and you can't

just ignore this.

- Oh, it's Mckie,

I have to get back.

I'll see myself out.

Look, I'm sorry Tora,

but... It's a small island

and a group with the kind of

power you're talking about..

...they just couldn't hide.

- Ah, doctor,

can I get you a drink?

- Actually, do you have

an address for Jim McNally?

- Drunk Jimmy?

- Yeah.

- Aye. I-I'll get you a pen.

Aye. She's here right now.

Asking about Jimmy McNally.

- How was work?

- Exhausting.

Had a problem with

some of the machinery.

Go back to sleep.

- Inspector Mckie.

- Dr. Hamilton.

What are you doing here?

- I was passing by,

I saw the ambulance.

Can I be of any help?

- Well, not with this one,

I'm afraid.

- What happened?

- Drunken idiot

must've fallen off.

- How do you know he was drunk?

- Old McNally, you have a hard

time finding him sober.

- Some of these roads are

treacherous after dark, doctor.

You'd do well to remember that.

- So... What's so important

we couldn't meet

at the station or your office?

What's this?

- Members of the Shetland rite.

- And these dates next to them?

- Those are the dates

their first wives died.

- And the stars next to that?

- Those whose baby

either survived the mother

or who adopted a son

within 9 months.

- Your husband's father's

name's on this list.

- I know.

- What you're suggesting

takes planning and money.

Lots of money.

Password protected.

- What's that?

- Got it from a hacker

back in Dundee.

- Oh, I should get one of those.

Did you find anything?

- Nothing stands out

in Renney's accounts.

They look in order, but..

...hang on, what's this?

Three payments from Gair's

account to something called

the Cathy j Morton trust.

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