"Didn't know him, never met him, didn't kill him." "Can you tell me how your T-shirt got covered in blood?" "My little boy was sick." "Something terrible happened to him." "Sweetie, it's all right, calm down." "Frostbite ?" "In the little boy's bedroom." "Covered in blood." "I found it in Stoddart's study, but the scan has Pettigrew's name on it." "When I asked you if he had stayed at that hotel, you blushed, like you're doing right now." "You knew him, though." "Pettigrew's the reason he's here." "The little boy was there when Charlie Stoddart was murdered." "He was right there." "♪ There in the day, come to me ♪" "♪ Straight into my arms ♪" "♪ I tried to caress it ♪" "♪ Ooh, ooh ♪" "♪ But it ran through my fingers ♪" "♪ Ah, ah-ah ♪" "♪ Water will keep running ♪" "♪ Rivers will turn ♪" "♪ Water will keep running ♪" "♪ And rivers will turn ♪" "♪ Water will keep running ♪" "♪ And rivers will turn ♪" "♪ Water will keep running ♪" "♪ And rivers will turn. ♪" "♪♪" "♪♪" "Ripped By mstoll" "Miss." "Be-be-be careful." "Frostbite could cause serious damage to your ears." "Frostbite really could." "Take hold of this." "Uh..." "I-I..." "You have this;" "put it on." "I only live up there." "Uh, and you can put it through the letterbox..." "No." "I'm okay." "♪♪" "♪ I remember ♪" "♪ How the darkness ♪" "♪ Doubled ♪" "♪ I recall ♪" "♪ Lightning struck itself... ♪" "Lao." "Come on, Lao." "Come On." "Eat." "Hey- hey, hey." "Eat." "Oh, Doctor, I..." "You know, years ago... my mother used to say to me, she'd say, Quiet." ""In this world, Elwood, you must be"-- she always called me Elwood" ""In this world, Elwood, you must be oh, so smart..."" "...I recommend pleasant." "Quiet." "And you may quote me." "Lao, stay there." "What's your name?" "Sit there." "Here you go." "ls that better?" "What's all this?" "Have you not been well?" "Oh, you're absolutely freezing." "Will you tell me your name?" "What were you doing out there in the cold?" "Oh, your feet." "Dear me." "Your feet are stone cold." "Doggy." "Mr. Sutter?" "Hi..." "Mr...?" "Husekleppe." "Yeah." "Yeah." "We have met." "Parents evening." "You were there-- in spirit if not in person." "I'm Liam's teacher." "Eh?" "Yeah, I know who you are." "Mm-hmm." "He's a very bright boy." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Very talkative." "Friendly." "Helpful." "Yeah." "Takes after his mother," "I guess." "Probably." "Uh-huh." "I need to get on home." "I hear he has the mumps." "That's right, yeah." "I need to..." "Yeah." "Hey." "Okay, you're bleeding." "Where are you bleeding from?" "Liam, tell me what happened." "Liam, are you hurt?" "Liam... what has happened to you?" "Liam, are you hurt?" "Son, tell me what happened." "Are you hurt?" "I don't understand." "Where is the bleeding?" "It's okay." "It's okay, Liam." "It's okay." "I can't find anything." "I can't... can't understand." "I threw up." "Oh, it's okay, son." "Where's Mum?" "She's, um... she'll be home in a minute." "Door open, Dad." "Yeah." "Petra... can you hold this for me... right up there like that?" "Just like that?" "Okay, so the potato peeler is used first." "And that's these superficial wounds here." "That's why there's not a great amount of blood." "And the stabbing arc is quite short." "Then he picks up a knife and he slashes, closer, downward." "Like this." "And finally, a cleaver." "And that's what causes the blood to spray." "Right." "Which is consistent with the assailant sitting astride the man... and hacking... downwards and..." "What?" "I don't know." "I can see something strange, I think." "There's something inside him, something tiny." "What do you see?" "A foreign object." "A fragment-- stuck to the lower left rib." "The underside of the rib." "Can't see it." "Would you pull it out, please?" "At first I thought it was a bone fragment, but..." "It's a fingernail." "From a child?" "Hyperbaric oxygen treatment can help damaged cells recover." "Any tissue in Liam's feet that can be saved will be as long as he is in there." "And what happens if we wake him up?" "Just long enough to speak to him?" "When he becomes fully conscious, the pain will be unbearable." "Well, then, that's not an option." "We could leave the child alone and learn nothing, or we can wake him up, and we get some answers." "I think we have to wake him up." "Yes." "But not before I talk to the mother." "No." "No!" "No." "You listen to me." "Someone must have put that there." "That is not him." "I'm sorry, Jules." "No!" "Don't touch me." "Come on." "You-you get off me!" "Somebody's done this to him." "Jules, look at me." "Liam's going to be okay." "I won't let any harm come to your son." "You promised me that before." "We have to wake him." "No." "Fuck you!" "Leave him alone!" "Fuck you!" "Leave him alone!" "You leave him alone, Dan!" "Hey, sweetie." "It's Mummy." "Mummy's here." "Are you awake?" "Liam?" "Rapid low-voltage EEG." "He's beginning to wake now." "I'm going to up his painkiller by five mill." "Liam, can you hear me?" "Mum?" "Hey." "It's okay, sweetheart." "You're safe, and the doctor's looking after you." "I want you to talk to somebody," "Okay?" "Answer the questions." "Liam?" "How are you feeling?" "So, I'm gonna ask you some questions." "You think you can follow me?" "Liam?" "I think he's drifting." "Give it a moment." "Be quick please." "I will." "I will." "Liam, were you with someone that night?" "No." "No?" "How did you get across town?" "Walk." "Alone?" "Please." "Okay." "Yes." "Liam, can you remember what happened in the kitchen?" "Onions." "And do you remember...?" "Doggy." "Feet hurt." "Thwack!" "They're all wet!" "Thwack!" "Stop this." "My feet, Mum." "MY feet!" "My feet are burning!" "You have to stop this now!" "Wait." "My hands!" "Wait." "Wait." "Thwack!" "Liam?" "Liam, what happened?" "My hands!" "My hands!" "I put my hands inside the man!" "Uh, let me out!" "Margaret?" "Let me out!" "Enough." "Let me out." "Uh, let me out!" "All right, put him back." "Let me out!" "Let me out!" " Mum!" " What's happening?" "Do something." "My feet are burning!" "What's happening?" "!" "Let me out!" "Help!" "Let me!" "Please." "For God's sake, get him out of there!" "Let me out!" "My feet are burning!" "They're burning." "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out!" "Let me out." "He's stable." "It's all right, sweetie." "I'm here." "I'm here." "I'm here." "How can she ever... cope with this?" "She can't." "Charlie must have..." "He must have brought him in from the cold, and then..." "Poor Charlie." "Dad?" "What?" "I'm very tired." "I know... pet." "Here." "Come here." "Give me a hand." "I can't get me big fat fingers in here." "Look." "Look." "You see these?" "See these two wires?" "Uh-huh." "The black and the red one." "Yup." "I want you to touch them together for me." "Why?" "'Cause it'll make the engine start." "Come on." "Can't you do it?" "No." "I can't, pet." "Because you've hurt your hand?" "No." "I haven't." "You have." "I know you have." "Carrie, will you do as I tell you?" "Touch the two wires together, please." "No." "Carrie!" "No!" "You'll do as you're fucking told!" "Do as you're fucking told, touch the wires together, and we'll get out of here." "Please." "No,Dad, I don't want to anymore." "I want to go home." "I want to go back to school." "I want to see Liam." "I'm only ten, Dad." "I'm only ten." "I want my mum." "Oh, my baby, come here." "Here." "You're my baby." "I'm sorry." "I am so sorry." "Oh, Carrie, I'm so sorry." "Everything I've done, I'm so sorry." "I'm sorry." "You're my baby." "I love you." "I'm sorry." "I'm really sorry." "I love you." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Please." "Come." "Your leg still hurts?" "Yeah, a little bit." "Listen, Trish." "We have the murderer for sure." "Sutter." "The search and rescue guy?" "No, not him." "His son." "His son?" "Yes, his little boy-- he did it." "Little boy?" "Yes, he's ten years old." "He did it." "A ten-year-old child?" "Yes." "A child killed Charlie?" "Yes, Trish." "That's what you're telling me now?" "!" "How do a mum and dad cope with a thing like that?" "I don't know." "I mean, how does a little boy have...?" "Sorry, Markus." "Have does he even have the strength?" "Well, from experience, I'll tell you." "Children can be surprisingly strong." "A ten-year-old boy having a tantrum..." "Tantrum?" "Well... struggling, you know." "Hello, Henry." "Morning, Shirley." "Madness has its own strength." "There's an offer on the Blue Swan vodka this week." "I don't want it." "Sorry." "So, this child." "Ten years old." "It's a boy I know well." "What about him?" "Well, it transpires is the killer." "I don't know." "You run out of words, out of thoughts." "What child?" "I know." "Beyond human understanding, but that is what happened." "Liam Sutter, ten years old." "Hacked a grown man to death." "I try to teach them that life is a precious thing." "A gift." "Oh, hey." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Hey, what are you saying about Liam Sutter?" "!" "What's he saying?" "!" "Frank." "I understand that you were telling me the truth about where the blood came from." "We found corroborating evidence." "Liam lost a fingernail, and it was inside Stoddart's body." "Liam told us what he did." "He told us all in front of his mother." "Stop it." "I am more sorry than I know how to say." "Frank." "Then stop it." "Stop talking." "You know..." "You know this is all shit." "Open this." "Julia." "I heard about your son." "I'm s-so sorry." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Take this." "Can I help you?" "A drink." "What?" "Have you got a drink?" "A drink." "Here." "I've lost him." "♪♪" "Jules." "Jules." "Questions of motive don't even enter into it, do they?" "No, no." "This is a profound psychosis." "I mean, he takes the chopping block and he smashes it down on Stoddart's head." "And then hacking and-and stabbing and..." "Relentless." "I mean, I-inhuman savagery." "From a ten-year-old kid." "Where does that come from?" "I mean, w-where?" "Well, this is not something we're qualified to answer, Gene." "I guess not." "Okay." "Pettigrew." "Yeah, Pettigrew." "They took the GPR scan but they left the folder." "And on the folder is written "Max 2.5."" "Yup." "Nobody in technical resources has any idea what has a maximum value of 2.5." "It's a name." "Somebody's name in the research center." "That's what it is." "Excellent." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "You do know they put you in the dead man's room?" "So?" "I was just thinking-- get some candles, close the curtains, have yourself a little séance." "And ask Pettigrew what the fuck it was he found before they killed him." "Good-bye." "Sheriff." "Elena." "You attacked Frank." "No, no, I was trying to protect..." "No, shut up." "Shut up." "You attacked him." "I'm brought in." "Questioned." "I'm asked about Pettigrew." "Stop." "Stop." "Just stop." "I just came to say one thing to you." "Stay the fuck away from me." "Forget it." "You're bad." "You're a bad sheriff." "Feed a fever, starve a cold." "Mm?" "Mm." "When I was a boy, my mother used to make this soup for me, Shirley." "Cream of chicken broth with little herb dumplings." "I used to enjoy being ill." "Just for the soup." "Mmm." "Utterly delicious." "Sit up, honey." "Sit up, please." "Shirley?" "No, thank you." "Markus, I can't." "Well, we're gonna have to do something before you fade away to nothing at all." "Yup?" "Is this room 2.5?" "Uh-huh." "Max." "Hey." "You lost this." "That's..." "That's not mine." "Look, before you go down this sort of hopeless road of self-incrimination, I should tell you that Pettigrew made the scan that was in this folder." "Now the scan is gone and Pettigrew is dead and I think you know who took it." "And I would suggest you tell me or you're probably gonna wind up dead, too." "Yuri Lubimov." "Who is he and what does he do?" "He's the head of security at the Russian mining town." "Vukobejina." "He left to go back there today." "And are you frightened of Mr. Lubimov?" "Yes, I am." "I'll take care of him." "Thank you, Max." "You see, Tavrani, I think all this tourist tat is a smoke screen for what you really are." "And what is it that I really am in your eyes, my friend?" "You're a powerful man with powerful connections to the old world of darkness and grudge." "Say it." "I think you are a shaman." "Henry, I'm..." "I'm just a stuffer of dead beasts." "A peddler of tat." "A cigar store Indian." "I can't fix your cancer, Henry." "I'm sorry." "Not my cancer that needs fixing." "It's not?" "It's Liam Sutter." "The little boy?" "I believe he needs very powerful protection, Tavi." "Something terrible has happened." "His young mother in a state of shock and disintegration." "Something is attacking them, I fucking know it." "And I want you to build them one of those things to protect them." "What things?" "Oh, it's like a golem." "Uh..." "You told me all about it once." "You mean a tupilaq." "That's it." "A tupilaq." "If I was a shaman," "I would tell you that there is no such thing anymore." "If I was a shaman," "I would tell you that to complete a tupilaq according to all the old rituals, the creature must be finally baptized in the blood of a murderer." "Do you follow me?" "Otherwise it will have no power." "Now... where would a shaman lay his hands on half a pint of murderer's blood, hmm?" "May I join you?" "This is a 20-year-old" "Mossbank single malt whiskey." "Distilled on the banks of..." "Dumfries and Galloway since 1788." "And they have it here." "In Fortitude." "Incredible." "Sláinte." "I've ordered the lutefisk." "Good choice." "Well, I thought I'm leaving in a couple days time." "Might as well find out the truth about the lutefisk." "Have you ever shot a man?" "Not with that." "The lutefisk." "Thank you." "The truth about the lutefisk..." "Mm-hmm?" "...is you should never eat the lutefisk." "Ugh." "Liam." "Baby" "Can you hear me?" "Can you hear me, Liam?" "Baby" "You don't know me." "My name's Elena." "Um..." "It was my fault." "What happened." "Not your dad's fault." "It was my fault." "I'm so sorry, Liam." "I'm so sorry." "It was Christmas Day when we landed in Scotland." "Prestwick." "And there were six of us, all FBI, and they had a little coach to take us to this town." "And when we got to the town, Lockerbie, a lot of the houses were still burning." "And we were each appointed a local constable." "The fella that was appointed to me, his name was Stephen." "And we were given radios and maps and... a huge sack filled with polythene body bags." "So Stephen and I, we set out across this moor." "Every piece of anybody we found... we picked up." "I photographed it, and he bagged it." "And we did that all day, all night until our torches ran out." "And then we just sat there in the dark, surrounded by 18... full body bags." "But there was not a whole person in any one of them." "And Stephen said," ""Why could they not have just stayed up there?" "Why did they have to come down?"" "He said, "Why could they not have just stayed up there?" ""Flying around the lovely world, forever."" "♪♪" "Shit." "Fuck you, Ronnie." "War stories." "You show me your scars I'll show you mine." "This is about Pettigrew, isn't it?" "I know what you're doing." "Psychology." "You're using psychology." "Billy Pettigrew wasn't eaten by a bear." "He was murdered." "Now Professor Charlie Stoddart has been murdered as well." "The governor is responsible." "Her sheriff killed them both." "Someone called in, said they'd seen a man walking out of town on his own along the coastline, without a rifle." "Bear season." "Time of year when... the sea ice is mostly gone and the bears are unable to find seals so they're crazy with hunger." "I drove slowly out of town along the coast road looking for the missing man." "After ten miles, I turned back because nobody could've got that far in this temperature." "On the way back," "I saw a huge bear down on the foreshore dragging its kill across the-the rocks and the-the ice floes." "I knew at once what this was going to be." "I pulled over, took my rifle, ran down onto the foreshore." "The bear... was leaning over its kill." "And... and in the split second I took aim," "I could see that what it was tearing apart wasn't a seal." "It was a man." "The bear was disemboweling and eating Billy Pettigrew." "And Pettigrew... was screaming." "Inhuman screams." "I shot Pettigrew through the head." "No witness." "No motive." "No crime." "A mercy killing." "Okay." "Except I don't believe a fucking word of it." "♪♪" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Come here!" "Sorry, the door was open." "When was this carpet changed?" "What?" "When was the carpet replaced?" "Why do you change a carpet?" "Because there is an immovable stain on it, right?" "Like red wine or something." "But why do you change the floorboards underneath?" "I-I don't know." "I do." "If the stain is blood." "Pettigrew's blood." "Hello, little bird." " My throat hurts." " Hello?" "Let me know where you're calling from." "I don't know." "Carrie?" "What the fuck?" "What the fuck?" "You'd tell me, wouldn't you, if people were saying things that make me look ridiculous?" "Oh, they're all in it." "They're all covering for Eric." "Sheriff Anderssen, too?" "I'm just an idea in your head." "No." "Ripped By mstoll"