Sacrifice Page #4

- Who's that?

- I don't know, but they add up

to over 300,000 pounds.

Look at the dates.

- September to October 2011.

- Right around the time

Theresa Renney reportedly died.

- Sh*t! That's the cops.

Jesus, what are you doing?

- Go out the back way.

- What about you?

- I'll be fine, just go.

- Dana?

- That took forever.

- Well, what did you tell them?

- That I saw some kids

leaving the building

and that it looked like

a burglary.

- Anyway, I ran a check

on Catherine j Morton.

Guess what she died of?

- Ovarian cancer?

- Stage 4. Exactly the same

as Theresa Renney.

Anyway, I'm driving up to Oban

now to talk to the family

to show them a picture

of Stephen renney

if I hurry, I should make

the last ferry.

- Okay, look, Duncan's here.

I should go.

So call me when you

talk to them.

- Go around, d*ckhead!

- Dana, you okay?

- Some arse thinks

he owns the road.

He just hit me.

- What?

- He hit you?

- What's going on?

- He's following me.

- Well, pull over.

Let him pass.

- No. I'm not stopping

in the middle of nowhere.

- Dana? Dana.

Dana!

Dana!

Dana!

- That was Mckie.

They still have no leads.

- They should ask Stephen

Renney where he was last night.

- Tora, you've got to stop this.

- What if it was me out there,

you would stop?

- That's an American accent,

isn't it?

- Uh, New York.

- We went to Florida last year

with the nippers.

Disneyland.

Or is it Disney world?

I always get them confused.

- Yes, it's an easy mistake.

- Here, you, never mind her.

Just eat your breakfast.

I'm sorry,

I don't mean to be rude

but who did you say you are?

My name is Dr. Tora Hamilton.

I'm here on behalf of

detective sergeant Tulloch.

Who I believe spoke to either

you or your wife on the phone.

She was inquiring about

your sister-in-law.

- I thought nobody

was gonna be coming.

- Who told you that?

- Look, Mrs...

If you're not a police woman

then we don't have

to answer anything.

So if you'll excuse me,

I've got to go to work.

- Okay, mark.

May I call you mark?

- You can call me whatever

you want while you're leaving.

- Well, if I walk out that door

the next knock you hear

will be the police

and they'll be asking you all

about the Cathy Morton trust

and how a single income family

living in a house like this

are able to drive

a brand new BMW

and taking Florida vacations.

- It all started when Stephen

saw her in the local paper.

They'd written a small story

about ovarian cancer.

He said he wanted to help.

- Help? How?

- She was very ill,

in bed all the time.

Mark thought she needed

to be in a hospice.

- It was bad for

the wee nippers.

Seeing their mum like that.

- He made her an offer,

to take part in

some trials of a new drug

and in return the drug company

would set up a trust fund

for her children.

- It gets released monthly

for things like

school uniforms and child care.

We get none of it,

you understand.

- So what happened

after she agreed?

- Stephen paid the first

installment like he promised.

And they came for her.

- Who came for her?

- An ambulance. A nurse.

I don't really remember.

It all happened so fast.

- Where'd they take her?

- We don't know.

- Did you not go visit her?

- She died a few days later.

- Oh, what about the body?

Did you go to the funeral?

- There wasn't one.

- He said that had been

part of the agreement.

Cathy's body would be

used for research.

- How do you explain

that to your child?

- So after Renney took her away

you never saw your sister again?

- Who?

- Stephen Renney.

- Who's that?

- I'm sorry.

Who are we talking about?

- The man we were dealing

with was a lawyer.

Stephen Gair.

- Look familiar?

- Should she?

- Her name is Cathy Morton.

Now she's the woman who you all

watched die of ovarian cancer.

Not... Melissa Gair.

- Uh, what are you

talking about?

- What I'm saying is

that Melissa Gair

is your Jane Doe.

- This is preposterous.

- Money doesn't lie.

- Where'd you get this?

- From Dana.

- I wish we could hear

what his lawyer's telling him.

- Whatever it is,

he doesn't look happy.

Right..

...let's get back in there.

What's she doing here?

- She refuses to leave.

- Put her in my office. Give

her a cup of tea or something.

My daughters.

- They're beautiful.

- Aye, they take after

their mother.

Please, take a seat.

I don't normally

include civilians

at this stage of

an investigation.

But in your case,

it seems only fair

to tell you that Stephen Gair

gave us a full confession.

- What did he confess to?

- Well, the murder of

sergeant Tulloch for starters.

He knew his computer

had been accessed.

And he was worried

in case she was, uh..

...figuring everything out.

- About the Shetland rite?

- About his money

laundering scheme.

- What?

- He murdered

his wife Melissa because

she was threatening

to expose him.

Unless he paid millions

in the divorce.

Knew the house was empty.

He kept Melissa there

until she gave birth..

...then he killed her.

- That can't be right.

This is a cult murder.

What about the markings?

What about the missing heart?

- All done to throw us off

if the body was ever found.

He said he got the idea of

switching bodies, carving her up

cutting out her heart,

from a local legend.

- He claims he did this alone?

- That's right.

- Well, what about

Theresa Renney's x-rays?

- Planted by Gair.

When Renney found out,

he panicked.

- Alison Gair is here.

- Right.

Well, I hope this, uh

gives you closure,

Dr. Hamilton.

And, uh,

I'd appreciated you keeping

what I've told you

between us for now.

- What happened

to Melissa's baby?

- Gair faked an adoption.

- Does his current wife know?

- Not yet.

- Mrs. Gair.

- Hi.

- What's all this?

- It's an apology.

I heard about Stephen Gair.

I should have listened to you.

- Just..

Answer me one thing.

The other night,

you weren't at work

you went to a meeting

with the rite.

- You followed me?

- Just tell me why you lied.

- Well, it's supposed to be

a surprise

dad's organizing a big party

for us when we get the baby.

Why? Wha.. When did you..

- Why don't you hold him?

- Me?

- Of course.

- Come here.

When can we take him home?

- We monitor the babies

for nine days

just to make sure there's

no medical complications.

And to finalize

all the paperwork.

- You, hello.

Thank you.

- You're a natural.

- Great to see you again.

Tora, you look

absolutely lovely.

- Oh, thank you.

What a beautiful party.

- Do you mind if I borrow

my son for a moment?

- Not at all.

- Lady of the hour

standing alone.

Well, that won't do at all.

- Ken, are you alone?

- No, I'm with my son, Hamish.

- Oh, he's very handsome.

Have any more hidden away?

- No, I think

you'll find that, uh

one UNST boy is quite enough.

- Oh, duty calls.

- Steven.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- Tora, may I

introduce Mr. grey?

- Oh.

- Congratulations

on your adoption.

I'm sure you'll make

a splendid mother.

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