Peerie Jimmy and the smoking, screaming nun in Shetland.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐! ๐๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏโ๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ด๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ.ย ๐๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ: ๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ธ๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ. ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ป, ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐บ-๐ซ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ช๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด. ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฏ-๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ข ๐ง๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ง๐ง ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ฃ๐ข๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ…
By Tom Morton
A passing knitter muses: โThose are funny looking bullets. Are they suppositories? They look like suppositories.โ
If this is true, it explains…not much. But maybe Logan Roy First Blood Rogue Male Cragganmore has a small craft business casting not his own bullets, but suppositories used for…I know! Smuggling drugs! Of course, youโd need a lot of them. And a lot of people to, ah, deploy them. Surely the extraordinary forensic unit run by ancient GP Granny Island will be able to tell if the bullet press was pressing bullets or rectal containers for drugs (or morphine, like in Trainspotting, or possibly illegal salmon farm chemicals)? The information will be available by the end of the day, or programme, whichever comes first.
Meanwhile, Loganโs on the run and breaks into the Kilmuir household so he can wash his face and tell Fraserโs pal Molly his sonโs dead. Then he steals the same red car that caused all the bother, trying to run Alex Galbraith off the road back in episode one. Itโs been repaired, obviously.
โCancel the ferries! The isles are in lockdown until weโve got Cragganmore in a cell!โ Peerie Jimenez is excited. Mainland journalists are here to cover Eve Galbraithโs election press conference. โStrand them! Strand the bastards!โ
Thereโs a long period of chatting in the copshop to try and explain what is becoming (becoming?) a completely incomprehensible plot. It doesnโt help. Something about Maurice Rossโ care home fees and the shagging legal secretary with the dodgy consultant husband. Or something.
A knitter comments: โThis is totally unrealistic. Nobodyโs even knitting.โ
Itโs been clear from the end of last weekโs show that it was Logan who shot Fraser in a frenzy of PTSD and balaclavas, but weโre going to have to put up with more Iraqi flashbacks and some extremely heavy-duty actoring from Stephen McCole. Hellโs teeth, heโs even stained his jumper.
โSomeone sent those bastards to my door!โ Would you Adam and Eve it, he thinks itโs the prospective MP? No political party named, by the way, but she looks like a Liberal Democrat to me. I mean, to get elected in Orkney and Shetland you really have to be. That haircut, too. But no Lib Dem would do such a thing. He should read the manifesto. It clearly says that No Balaclavas Shall Be Worn and craft suppository manufacturing will not attract HIE grants (might have been different under EU rules; just saying).
Duncan arrives in Hillswick with a bag of DVDs to entertain Donna Killer Killick (as Opposed to Kate Not a Killer Kilmuir). โI borrowed them from Jimmy. He’s got quite strange tastes.โ Yeah, we know. He thinks Jaws is the best film ever made (heโs wrong; the original Dumb and Dumber is the best film ever made). Donna wants to go out, though, which considering sheโs a convicted murderer and everybody hates her, seems…just a tad unwise
Tosh arrives to investigate the Pish that’s flowing through Shetland.
Next minute, or month, or later anyway, Duncanโs in a sweetie shop and a council worker is spitting in her face. Itโs a traditional Shetland greeting, but Donna doesnโt realise. Take me home! Dunc makes a cup of tea but suddenly Kate Not Killer Kilmuir arrives to complain about her sister being killed by Killer Killick. I forgive you, she simpers. Thereโs going to be a tearful embrace! There will be convivial spitting, probably.
Err…no.
โFuck you Kate and fuck your forgiveness. Your whore of a sister got what she deserved.โ Reproduced verbatim. Totally unrealistic as no one ever swears in Real Shetland. Killer Killick then subtly enlists Dunc in assisting her future departure from this mortal coil. Heโll be looking for some of those morphine suppositories.
Billy the Beardie Cop was in Trainspotting, so maybe he knows about suppositories. There used to be a band in Shetland called Suppository Business but they dissolved. Anyway, Cragganmoreโs at Hayโs Dock where heโs planning to shoot Eve the Lib Dem, which seems a bit extreme. Effortlessly, he evades the hordes of (well, three) cops who have been moved from MOT and red diesel duties, and teams of vigilante passengers who are furious that the ferry has been cancelled. Weโre in the (gorgeous) museum boat hall, but although he aims, he canโt pull the trigger. Pesky PTSD. Maybe itโs dodgy Niven, Eveโs campaign manager, to blame for everything. He runs an engineering company with brother Struan, having been left it by his dad, who was presumably called Farquhar. All traditional Shetland names. I bet they know how to make bullets, but that might just be a supposition. Or a suppository.
A Toyota Hilux belonging to Niven was used in the attack on Fraser and Logan! Proper pickup! Head to Jimโs Garage for great service folks. Theyโre recommended. Check the model year on Hi-Luxes, though, some of them rust.
Highlight of the week though: Itโs the Return of the Primal Screaming Non-Nun. First, at the funny nunnery she gets a card with โShhhโฆโ written on it. So clearly she knows what the hell is going on. Stop screaming, sister! Then suddenly sheโs on her way to Dundee to visit a pal but canโt because of the ferries being cancelled. Sheโs got a backpack. It is the Burden of Her Immense Sinfulness!
Months pass, because itโs summer. Then itโs not. Then it is. Then itโs Lerwick. Then itโs Greenock. Then itโs Kilbarchan. Itโs snowing. Itโs raining cats and frogs. Then itโs New Cottage up at Eshaness where Cragganmore is being dropped off by pal Nassir. Characters pile up. Fiona the shagging secretary. The dodgy consultant, her husband. Theyโre off for a picnic reconciliation at Lunna. Hereโs Fraserโs mum. The guy from the dive boat. The chef from the dive boat. Malcolm Ross the mysterious old man with the missing daughter (bet itโs the non-nun). Not Malcolm, Maurice. Not pronounced Mo-reece. Rip it up and start again.
Niven gets a Calor Gas cylinder through his window and much beating up by Cragganmore. Then Logan realises that Eveโs daughter Merryn and her pals have something to do with the attack on his cottage, even though Deep Down He Knows The Terrible Truth.
So we end up at Meal Beach. Jimmy, the entire Shetland police force apart from the Trainspotting guy (four of them), and…Katie Morag and the Big Boy Cousins! Turns out Merrynโs hooliganesque neddy pals were wearing the balaclavas! Everyone goes wild swimming, which is very popular these days. Orcas attack! All are eaten and itโs The End! Phew!
No, I was hallucinating. Those craft morphine suppositories will do that. All survive. A wet Perry and a wetter Cragganmore are soggily saved and back in the cop shop for more Iraqi flashbacks. The donkey jacket is off to the dry cleaners. It was getting a wee bit tight anyway.
So it turns out Cragganmore killed a bad torturing sergeant in Iraq, hence the flashbacks and guilt. And – itโs the end of the day – the forensic results are in: they prove that Fraser was killed by one of his bullet/suppositories. But – get this – even though Alex G was shot with a homemade bullet/suppository too, it was not the same as the ones Cragganmore made. There are two craft suppository makers in Shetland! At least.
Meanwhile, Donnie (and seriously, the Donnie/Tosh relationship is the best written and best-acted thing in this whole series) reveals what we knew all along, that deranged local Sandy (see those frowns!) has leaked the pictures of the Killer Killick killing to the press. What do you mean, youโd forgotten all about that? What do you mean, you didn’t know that in the first place? What do you mean? What does any of it mean?
I don’t care, the Screaming Non-Nun is back, wandering with her Burden Of Sin high on the boggy moors (itโs winter again). She tears off her cross and buries it. She is not screaming, but is clearly now an ex-non-nun. Reverse!
Cragganmore on the Shetland shore with his Iraqi pal. Who writes this stuff?
Comments
Gordon Stove
As I fell asleep 40 minutes in I didn’t twig your seamless transition into hallucinatory experiences at all there and I was trying (with no great difficulty) imagine the scene on screen.ย Quite how anybody- bafta nominee or not – can wander round Lerrrrrik with a shotgun for hours without detection is a challenging one!
Eric Stephen
Where was Perez senior this week? Certainly not adding to Perez junior’s inner turmoil or stealing any more cakes. It would have been a second offence so he might have been looking at a night in the cooler. Great for the cakes though.ย Sadly not much progress on the Jimmie/cancer nurse scene. They absolutely have the mutual hots. Smoulder, smoulder. You better be quick though Jimmie!ย And talking of relationships , sadly Toosh & Toshettes promising theatrical relationship is not given the development it deserves, bearing in mind the superior quality of the acting in comparison to most of the rest. Do you think Anne Cleeves or BBC writers might consider a spin-off series just for these two love birds/sleuths. There are a host of smaller islands in the archipelago screaming out to have their own detective series. Got it……”Murder Most Foula.”