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[Theme Music]
Here I am
a cop in a bad dream of a city
all grit and broken glass.
How anyone would live in this place
on purpose I can't imagine.
It's guaranteed suicide.
But I'm still here.
Without him...
but still here.
Look, just because you're Taken
doesn't mean that you need to -
It has nothing to do with that!
I'm just saying you need to be
a bit more circumspect.
Especially around here!
These are not human women,
Magnus, they are monsters.
If they find out that you've been
messing around, they are going
to kill you!
All right, all right.
But it is because you're Taken.
>>MAGNUS: Only the Taken dress
like Victorian dandies.
Better than whatever excuse for clothing
you happen to be wearing.
Well
no complaints yet.
Trouble in paradise?
Brothers.
He's coming to help today.
Oh really?
Well, much as I hate to admit it
he does have a certain way
with the type of person we need
to interview after what Tearlach told us.
Because, you see
the Attendants are the servants
of the Guardians of Glasgow.
These are - for want of a better term -
High Faeries.
>>DORIAN: I suppose you might call
them 'High Elves'.
There are six of them, surrounded
by a phalanx of bodyguards.
Our murderer is not just killing supernaturals.
He's also weakening the Guardians.
We need to talk to some...
people...today.
And we could use Magnus on this one.
You mean humans?
Yes. A supernatural would rather
talk to me anytime.
Magnus can talk to humans
far more readily than I can.
I suppose gang members
have a hard time talking to a man
in a Victorian waistcoat, especially one
as thin and pretty as I am.
The urge to beat me up is...
far too strong.
Besides, I find them...
distasteful.
Well,
what about me?
I'm human.
You're...
different.
>>MAGNUS: We're hoping you could help us
with an investigation.
Erm..
>>MAGNUS: Did you see anything last night?
No, but I wish I'd seen you.
You're gorgeous.
I hate this.
It makes me feel so...
unoriginal
for finding him attractive.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Oh, erm, I did see something!
This girl went off with this lad
and she never came back.
>>MAGNUS: Perhaps you could describe him to me?
Maybe somewhere more private?
Are you serious?
No you're not!
Look, police business!
Don't interfere.
I don't care!
Sir, I believe the lady said
this is official business.
>>LEAH: In that moment,
I knew it was real.
I think I'd gone along with
what seemed like a good dream
and a fantasy;
but this brought it home,
and it was real as the edge of a knife.
Ancient, furious anger,
vague shapes and stiletto images
that stabbed with the force of pure memory.
The loneliness of a beach
on some unknown island.
The green and cold sea.
The anger of drowned men,
the destruction of the clans,
the pain of their broken hearts.
And I knew that young man
felt every emotion,
and the depths of the sea in their veins.
The last feeling,
as the wind died completely,
to a stillness Glasgow did not often know,
was of calm, of being cared for,
of the seal-people who stood watch and guard
and soothed the heartbreak
of generations of our people.
Phwoar!
So, are you single?
>>MAGNUS: Yes.
>>DORIAN: No.
What just happened earlier?
Ah, yes.
I thought you'd ask about that.
So...seal-people can control the weather?
Can you make the sun come out?
[music]
Why don't seal-people do this all the time?
Make Scotland a tropical paradise!
What? And ruin our perfect skin?!
Anyway, no one in Scotland
actually wants to be warm.
Also, it does require
a great deal of concentration.
The sun is a myth, Leah.
Never forget that.
Did you just wink at me?
I might have.
[laughter]
May I present
Milo and Geoffrey.
What men are you,
that you do not bow to lady?
In a moment, Dorian, I'm just...
looking for...some -
Oh, my apologies!
How rude.
Hello!
and welcome.
Hi, I'm Leah Bishop.
Hello, Miss Bishop.
Yes, well.
What do you have for us, Milo?
Well, Geoffrey and I were just
having some lunch and...
Geoffrey?
Erm, yes, my apologies.
Geoffrey, you've gotten mustard
on the crime scene photos!
He's impossible, Dorian.
I don't know what I can do.
I mean, I know he has seniority
but he's just so...
*distracted*
all the time!
I have a sandwich lying around here somewhere
if you're hungry?
You see what I mean?
>>DORIAN: Indeed.
If you're not...busy later...?
>>MILO: GEOFFREY!
Ah, sorry.
The thing is,
the creature we're looking at -
it isn't human.
You see,
with modern technology,
it's relatively painless to compare
the killer's DNA with, er, all the other
supernatural database that we have.
So...
the killer *is* supernatural?
Well, it has all the genes you'd expect
inside a healthy human.
However,
it also has genes of supernatural origin.
In that regard, it's similar to a vampire,
or werewolf.
Or - begging your pardon, sir -
like you.
>>GEOFFREY: But that's where
we run into problems.
The thing is, while it's similar,
it isn't identical to any specific gene
that we have on file.
So, what does this mean?
It means...
I have no idea what it is.
So...are we looking at
a new kind of faerie?
Oh no.
It's not a faerie.
There's key human genes which
just aren't found in the Fae genome.
Er...however,
everything had to come from somewhere.
And just looking at the genetics,
I'd say that what we're looking at
is more potent than anything
which exists at the moment.
It's like...
trying to fight a smart bomb
with a sword.
It...is just...
more technologically advanced
than the selkies or other ancient races.
If you can think about magic that way.
The thing is,
we have no idea what will work.
We have no idea what he is,
or what he's capable of.
So, we have to find
a new way to fight.
Everyone, and everything
has a weakness.
What if this doesn't?
So...
ye play any football?
Football? What's that?
What's that?
What's that??
WHAT'S THAT?!
You give me that here right now, Tearlach!
What for?!
Ye canna be giving him this rubbish!
He's a Highlander!
Get him some lamb and mash,
he's gonna get ill!
Ooooh!
NO, TEARLACH!
YE CANNA HAVE THE IRN-BRU!
COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!
I see Dylan has his hands full.
Seems that way.
Have you seen Magnus?
Not lately. Why?
He -
oh, never mind,
here they come again.
What d'ye think ye're doing?
Feedin' him
THIS?
He needs good, nourishing,
healthy food!
We can live on it,
he cannae!
You lower your voice, young man,
or I'm confiscating your Highlander.
>>DYLAN: You what?!
I know the police,
and you're police!
No matter what kind of police you are!
Now, you don't have time
to take care of Tearlach!
He's my responsibility, ye ken?
>>TEARLACH: Here!
I am not your pet!
You're my responsibility.
And I'll be looking after you
til we can get you out of this filth.
[dramatic music]
>>DORIAN: Now is, er, not the time, Aonghais.
Sebastian is your killer.
I know...
because it's my fault.
[Theme Music]