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.
The 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.
Miss.
B-be careful.
Frostbite could cause
serious damage to your ears.
Frostbite really could.
Take hold of this.
I'll...
you have this. Put it on.
I only live up there.
Eh? And you can put it through the letterbox in...
No, I'm okay.
Lao.
Come on, Lao.
Come on.
Eat.
Hey, hey, hey. Eat.
Oh, Doctor, I...
years ago,
my mother used to say to me...
- Quiet. - she'd say,
"In this world, Elwood,
you must be... " she always called me Elwood.
"In this world, Elwood,
you must be, oh, so smart..."
Well, for years, I was smart.
I recommend pleasant.
Quiet.
And you may quote me.
Lao, stay there.
What's your name?
You sit there.
There you go. Is 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. Oh, your feet.
Dear me.
Your feet are stone-cold.
Doggy.
♪ The river did come to me ♪
♪ Straight into my arms ♪
♪ I tried to caress it ♪
♪ But it ran through my fingers ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
Mr. Sutter?
Hi. Mr...?
- Huseklepp. - Yeah.
Yeah, we have met.
Parents evening. You were there
in spirit, if not in person.
I'm Liam's teacher, eh.
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...
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?
Don't understand.
Where is the bleeding?
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Find anything... I can't...
I don't understand.
I threw up.
Oh, it's okay, son.
Where's mom?
She's...
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's 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 the 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 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 mommy.
Mommy's here.
Are you awake?
Liam...?
Rapid low-voltage EEG.
He's beginning to wake now.
Going to up his painkiller by five mil.
Liam, can you hear me?
Mom?
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.
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Liam... I think he's drifting.
Give it a moment.
- Be quick, please. - 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!
All wet.
- Thwack! - Stop this.
My feet, Mom.
My feet!
My feet are burning!
- You have to stop this now. - Hands!
- Wait. Wait. - Thwack!
Liam, Liam, what happened?
My hands.
Hands.
I put my hands inside the man.
Let me out! Let me out!
- Margaret. - Enough.
- Let me out! - All right,
- put him back to sleep. - Let me out! Let me out!
What's happening? Do something.
My feet! I'm burning!
What's happening?!
Let me out! Help!
Please! Get him out of there!
Let me out! My feet burning!
They're burning!
Let me out!
Let me out.
He's stable.
It's all right, sweetheart.
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.
Hey, 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.
Yeah.
I want you to touch 'em together for me.
Why?
Because 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. No. - Carrie!
You'll do as you're fucking told!
Now do as you're fucking told,
touch the wires together,
and we'll get out of here! Please!
No, Dad! No, 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 10, Dad.
I'm only 10. I want my mom.
My baby, come here.
Hey, you're my baby.
I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm 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 so sorry. I'm so...
I'm sorry.
I'm sorr...
Please.
Come here.
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.
A little boy?
Yes, he's 10 years old. He did it.
A 10-year-old child?
Yes.
A child killed Charlie?
Yes, Trish.
That's what you're telling me now?
How do a mom and dad cope with a thing like that?
I don't know.
I mean, how does a little boy have...
sorry, Markus.
How does he even have the strength?
Well, from experience, I'll tell you
children can be surprisingly strong.
A 10-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.
- Ah, I don't want it. - Sorry.
So this child,
10 years old.
It's a boy I know well.
What about him?
Oh, it transpires is the killer.
I don't know.
You run out of words, eh,
out of thoughts.
- What child? - I know.
Beyond human understanding,
but that is what happened.
Liam Sutter, 10 years old,
hacked a grown man to death.
I try to teach them that life is a precious thing,
a gift.
No, 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.
Dan, stop it. Stop talking.
You know. You know this is all shit.
Open this.
Julia, I heard about your son.
I'm so sorry.
Is there anything I can do to help?
Eh?
Here. Take this.
Can I help you?
- A drink. - What?
Have you got a drink?
A drink? Oh.
Here.
I've lost him.
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 a-and stabbing and...
relentless.
I mean, inhuman savagery.
From a 10-year-old kid.
Where does that come from?
I mean, where?
This is not something we're qualified to answer, Gene.
No, I guess not.
Okay.
Pettigrew.
Yeah, Pettigrew.
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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... - Just 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.
You get it?
You're bad.
You're bad, Sheriff.
Feed a fever. Starve a cold.
Hmm? 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 going to have to do something...
before you fade away to nothing at all.
Yep?
Is this room 2.5?
Uh-huh.
Max, hey.
You lost this.
I-it'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,
the old world of darkness and grudge.
Say it.
I think you're 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.
It's 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, a...
you told me all about it once.
You mean a tupilaq?
That's it, 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 the 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 have 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.
Okay.
The truth about the lutefisk...
Mm-hmm?
Is you should never eat the lutefisk.
Ohh.
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 fellow who 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 any body 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 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 aren't able to find seals.
They're crazy with hunger.
I drove slowly out of town along the coast road
looking for the missing man.
After 10 miles, I turned back,
because nobody could have got that far in this temperature.
On the way back...
I saw a huge bear down on the foreshore
dragging its kill across the rocks and 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 a 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's an immovable stain on it, right?
Like red wine or something.
But why do you change the floorboards underneath?
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.
- What the fuck? - Carrie?
What the fuck?
You'd tell me, wouldn't you,
if people were saying things
that made 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.