The Loch

- _ - How's it looking?

The tail needs to be longer.

There's a man fallen here!

Niall Swift, 32 years old, taught local kids piano.

Niall taught Marr's wee girl, said Marr always made him feel uncomfortable.

Maybe his brain was hooked out though his nose?

You've a cold blooded predator in your town.

Niall's phone wasn't on him, I thought it'd be in here.

You found a dead body, you were white as a sheet.

I just need some time on my own.

Thank you, see you later, everybody. Off you go!

What you have here is a human heart.

I'll be bringing in my own team tonight, which will include Blake Albrighton.

He's a forensic psychologist.

The same day a body is found with part of its brain removed,

a heart turns up and you think that's what, bad luck?

Am I off the case?

You're compromised. I'm sorry.

The killer dances ahead of us,

leading us through his story.

We need to make our narrative the dominant one.

And to do that, we have to understand him.

Niall Swift wasn't the first victim.

Why has the killer deprived us of that body?

Why just the heart?

Was it someone close to him?

Put a name to that heart,

and I believe it'll lead us straight to the killer.

Swift's diary. One appointment the day he was killed.

Isla Marr, 8:00 a.m.

That's Dr. Marr's daughter. She's like 9 or 10.

Susie, house call to Dr. Marr. Jason, you go with.

Right, Swift's pupils, their parents,

the names in his address book, his choir,

talk to every single one of them.

And we're still to find his phone.

Forensics are working on the newspaper we found on Carn Mohr,

and results will be posted later today.

Evie's plane ticket.

First class.

22,000 Aussie dollars.

My sister's buying my daughter.

Annie, we sat down. We agreed to this.

She's not ready.

You're not ready. Time for another one?

Apparently.

Pretty ironic.

Evie's off in two weeks,

but before she goes, she manages to screw up my career.

Oh, come on. It's hardly your career.

You know what the new D.C.I. said?

She asked if I was a cop or a mother.

And I couldn't answer.

Right now I'm neither.

Isotopes will tell us where the owner of the heart was from.

We should have that information in 48 hours.

Keep in mind the heart could've been removed postmortem.

Thanks. If you can get in touch with mortuaries...

I just got a call from the superintendent.

He called you?

You're in here. I took the call.

Until there's proof the heart came from a murder victim,

he wants us to proceed on the basis

we're dealing with one homicide.

Did you tell him I think we need a press conference?

Passed that on. - What did he say?

"Dangerously counterproductive."

Evie!

What?

I'm so sorry.

Shouldn't have called you a bitch.

Okay.

Apology accepted.

Your plane ticket arrived. I printed it.

Cheers, big ears.

Evie.

The heart on the shore,

could Jonjo or Kieran have put it there without you seeing?

For a second I thought you were going to say something nice.

You realize that if we don't catch the killer, you can forget about Australia?

- Are you joking? - No.

D.C.I. Quigley released you on condition that you stay in the area.

But you will catch him.

Won't you?

If they give me the chance.

Good of you to join us.

I'm early.

Our man on license, Leighton Thomas,

who knows about him?

Three people... myself, Chief Inspector Smilie,

and his probation officer.

You socialize with him.

He works beside my husband. It'd be odd if I didn't.

- Your husband know his history? - No.

Do you regard him as a suspect?

- Everyone's a suspect. - No, they're not.

Leighton Thomas murdered two men.

20 years ago.

I know when it happened.

His crimes appall me,

but I admire the way he's turned his life around.

He went to prison, he couldn't read or write.

He came out with a degree.

I don't think he's a suspect.

Has he got a partner?

No, not that I'm aware of.

How's his business doing?

It's been better.

So, a sexually frustrated loner

with a failing business and a history of violence,

and you don't think he's a suspect?

Saw the forensic mob heading off. All sorted, then.

All sorted?

What, just like that?

No "sorry" or...

- It was just a bit of fun. A bit of fun?

Your "bit of fun" could've closed us down.

Use a glass!

It's cool. I'm going to finish it.

And what the hell are you wearing?

- What, this old thing? - It's my cardigan.

Take it off! Go on!

Bloody ridiculous.

Get yourself dressed.

Go on.

We need a record of your whereabouts

on Tuesday between 11:00 a.m. and 1:30 p.m.

I was at work.

Can you prove that?

You've got me documenting me entire life.

How awful.

At least you've got a life to document.

I took out tours at 11:00, 12:00, and 1:00.

I can show you ticket stubs.

Bring them in today.

We received a call naming you as the killer.

I bet they didn't give their name.

But why would someone do that?

Some people think I'm damaging the local economy.

Why?

'Cause I tell the truth.

I tell tourists there is no monster.

I wish that was the case.

Why don't you just lock me up, eh?

Listen, I know what I was, and I know who I am now.

What were you?

You can't say it, can you?

I was begging to survive.

You get taxed, yeah?

That's part of the game.

But this one bloke, he'd take the lot.

He'd give me a dig, piss on my blanket every fucking day.

So I hit him.

Bit too much force.

Yeah.

I committed murder. Is that what you want to hear?

- You got a taste for it? - Yeah, it felt good.

So I did it again.

That's not who I am now. That was...

I don't even know who that was.

D.S. Redford?

- Annie? - Yeah, I'm here.

What the hell are you doing down there?

I've got an important job for you.

Oh.

Need you to drive up to the Wildlife Center.

Some zoomer's released a couple of wolves.

Right.

Thanks.

Are you handing yourself in?

Your boss wants a statement.

Don't worry. I'll say you were competent.

Cow.

So, did Leighton say anything?

- About what? - About me.

He asked if you did your makeup on a trampoline.

Annie.

I like him.

Don't get involved.

Trust me.

Wait here. I think he's in his study.

Craig? It's the police.

- Decent gaff. - Hm.

- Morning. - Morning.

- This won't take long, will it? - No.

Please, come in.

I usually leave the college just after 1:00,

run for about 40, 45 minutes.

Anyone to back that up?

Yeah, you can ask my staff.

Are you watching your time?

Oh, yeah, I've got to be at work in about 10 minutes, okay?

Paragraph four of your statement,

"I assumed from the head injuries he was dead."

You feel for a pulse?

No.

You didn't touch him in any way at all?

No.

Lorraine Mackeson, the woman whose phone you used,

she saw you stand up and put something into your jacket.