01x03 - Episode 3

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SIREN BLARES,

HORN HONKS

LENNOX: 'There's a few ways

to interview a suspect.

'All too time-consuming,

in my experience.

'Especially when you're dealing with

arrogant monsters.

'You want to get in and out

before they start infecting you.

'You adjust your interviewing

techniques accordingly.

'With someone like Richie Gulliver,

a political animal,

'you go to their level.

'Which in his case, is the gutter.'

What's your relationship

with Graham Cornell?

Come on, "my name is Ray", we've

both been through the fellowship.

'So?'

My name is Richie

and I am a drug addict.

So we're both flawed men.

Men of secrets.

How flawed are you?

Where do you stop at

getting your kicks?

You don't like me, do you, Lennox?

I see you as a typical schemie

given a smidgen of power.

Which parent was the Bolshevik?

Father? Mother?

Yesterday, I held a dead child

in my arms.

She had been kidnapped,

drugged, r*ped and m*rder*d.

If you were part of that in any way,

that's the reason I have

to actively dislike you.

So remove yourself from my sights.

Ralf Wilberforce

is on his way here now.

I'm not saying anything more

until he arrives.

The crusading lawyer.

The smartest members of

the conservative establishment

have always employed liberals

as a buffer against

working-class anger, Lennox.

My woke friend will be here

any minute

to tear you fascist police

a new one!

HE SNIGGERS

DOOR OPENS

Give us two minutes.

You have gone cowboy on me

for the last time, Ray!

This is a member

of the police committee!

If he is not the k*ller,

we are all f*cked!

Right, that's just what

I'm trying to establish.

No! No! Drummond is going

to interview him!

He's not who you think he is.

I know him.

There's things

that I need to say to him.

That's exactly why

you shouldn't be in there.

You brought him in

without my say so.

You have an agenda with this guy!

Well, my agenda certainly

isn't to protect him!

What?!

You haven't even got a clue

what my job entails, Ray.

Well, I know it seems to involve

more politicking than policing.

You have to

What?

Pray tell, as your superior officer,

what do I have to do?

Amanda!

Go in there,

interview him, don't push it.

Yes, boss.

'I'm DS Amanda Drummond and I'm'

Well, DS Amanda Drummond.

I am Richie Gulliver,

a Member of Scottish Parliament

and part of the

police committee for Scotland.

So we are both on the same side,

'are we not?'

'I would certainly both hope'

and expect that to be the case.

Good.

Good.

HE CLEARS THROA

'While I can't interview you

without a lawyer

'I can tell you why you are here.'

DOUGIE SIGHS

'Can you tell us your whereabouts

last Thursday morning?'

DOUGIE: You used to enjoy dealing

with b*stards like that, Lenny!

It's a shame you're stuck out here.

Needs must, but, though, eh?

Oh, aye, is that right?

Don't you f*ck about, Dougie.

An obsequious woke liberal against

an over-privileged Tory prick.

And I'm ringside!

Can you f*cking pretend

you're not enjoying this?

She is the future of policing

and he is on the

f*cking police committee!

You f*cking dinosaurs!

RAY AND DOUGIE CHUCKLE

'I didn't make any fuss

because I want to cooperate.'

But I want it on the record,

my extreme disquiet at the conduct

of you and your senior officers.

'So I am saying nothing more

until my brief arrives.'

MOBILE PINGS

The lawyer's here.

Dougie, go get him.

It's a shame about

these renovations.

I'll take him the scenic route.

I'm gonna enjoy

winding this prick up.

I thought because

you're a member of the

The only reason

I'm even speaking to you,

is because I'm on

the police committee.

DRILLING

I've been on duty since 6:30.

OK. Thanks, mate.

You the lawyer for

Richie "Gullible", the r*cist MSP?

Yes. No. What?

I'm Ralf Wilberforce.

Follow me, Ralfie.

Mind that big, daft head of yours.

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give you it.

Is this the right way

to the interview room?

You'll have to excuse us.

This building work

seems to go on and on.

Hey!

Where are we going?

My client's time

is being wasted here.

So f*cking what?

I'm investigating a m*rder.

You think I like

shepherding visitors around?

Want to find your own way?

No, it's just a bloody labyrinth.

Welcome to my world.

Try working here.

CLATTERING

Workers these days

don't give a f*ck.

That's why Britain's one

of the world's sh*thole countries.

But mind you, why should they?

Cos it's all set up

for the rich only.

And I'm not saying

independence is the answer,

we just f*ck things up.

Listen to the wise words here.

Right, you'll need to give that

handle a right good pull.

What, you want me to?

Well, I've done my wrist in,

I cannae help you.

Take a deek at that.

You'll manage, though, a big,

strong laddie like yourself. Go on.

This is ridiculous.

Give it some welly! Pull it!

Pull it. Pull it like you're trying

to pull a person of colour

off your sister!

What did you just say?

You can't say that,

you're a police officer.

Aye, it's hard to defend that kind

of f*cking racism, isn't it?

How's it feel

when you do it in court?

My job is to defend my clients.

r*cist clients like "Gullible"?

Richie Gulliver

is a populist politician,

and I don't happen

to agree with his views.

So it's all right for the likes of

him to be r*cist? I never said that.

Don't give me any of your shite.

You wanna be here all day? No!

Then try pushing it, daftie.

Christ.

HE GRUNTS

Here, up the stair.

Everything's a game

to these b*stards.

They're removed

from the consequences

of the pain that they cause.

Give me a shot at him!

No.

You're lucky you're still

on this case.

RAY SIGHS

Aye, few and far between now,

but probably more racism

for your boys in the courts

than you'll find

on the force these days.

It's a different thing.

Gulliver and I might be

poles apart politically,

but everyone is entitled

to justice under the law.

Hey, hey, hey.

Especially if they've got

their poppy.

See, the one thing

you've both got in common

is that you rely on pricks like us

to clear up your dirty work.

We do it with grace.

As long as you pay us.

But you stop paying us,

we'll rip your f*cking throat out.

Ah, f*ck this French w*nk*r.

DOUGIE SIGHS

Douglas.

I ken what you're gonna say,

the k*ller wore a mask.

Douglas, maybe in a sense,

we all wear masks.

What are you f*cking going on about?

Do you ken what he's on about?

No, but I must insist

I'm thinking of the hard face

you are displaying to the world,

and I'm wishing to know

what is behind this mask.

f*ck all.

See? That's not good.

What about the food you cook?

The music you listen to.

The wine you drink.

Those women you are making love to.

Those are the things that make

the real Douglas Gillman.

Tell us those, come on.

He's half daft. Like I'm gonna

talk to him about all that sh*t.

I have to object

I've been objecting since the radge

got off the Eurostar.

He's from Paris.

An international case.

And I've got to be nice to him.

Do you think I like

baby-sitting a frog?

I must say, I find your attitude

Don't come the c**t with me, mate.

I'm f*cking well

trying to help you out here.

Where the hell am I going?

I'll show you, "Wilber-Beast",

calm down.

We have reason to believe you are a

close contact of our prime suspect.

I want to help, I really do,

but I have no knowledge

of your prime suspect,

so perhaps all roads

lead back to the start.

I'm a busy man, an MSP,

looking for a seat in Westminster.

I have staff for diary details.

And the purpose of that

is so that I don't have to keep

said details in my head.

I understand. And your

cooperation is appreciated.

But why is it such a big deal

to just tell us where you were

last Thursday morning

when Britney Hamil vanished?

HE SNIGGERS

Oh, God! I'm gonna

lose my job over this.

Boss, this guy is an odious,

patronising, complacent,

privileged piece of sh*t.

Why are you protecting him?

You remember who you're talking to.

He may well be a patronising,

complacent,

privileged piece of sh*t,

but he is my patronising,

privileged,

complacent piece of sh*t!

WILBERFORCE: 'I can't believe

you use such offensive language!'

r*cist, sexist

I don't even know where to start.

You're a bloody disgrace.

'You've done well, DS Drummond.

'I like your style.

Your dogged pursuit. So'

..before my brief arrives, I am

going to give you what you so crave.

I was at the St Andrews Hotel

at the time the

unfortunate girl disappeared.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Were you alone?

No, no, no, no, no.

You're getting very greedy now.

I suggest we have no further

questioning until my lawyer arrives.

Gill, we need to corroborate

Gulliver's alibi.

Get on to the St Andrews Hotel.

Ask them if he was there,

if he was with anyone,

and have them send us CCTV.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Thanks.

SCANNER BUZZES

Get in there and kiss his hole.

Go on.

Ah, the cavalry!

Thank you for your assistance

so far.

You could be a high-flier,

DS Drummond.

You can go far

in this organisation

if you play nice

with the right friends.

Where the f*ck have you been?

Don't ask.

DOUGIE: Have we got anything

for this fanny, or what?

He says he was

at the St Andrews Hotel

the morning Britney vanished.

He's on the police committee.

I knew he'd cooperate.

Be nice to be able

to knock it out of him.

And his paedo brief an' all.

Thank you for your help, Dougie.

Haven't you got a k*ller to find?

Off you go!

He's not the k*ller, but he knows

more than he's letting on.

Aye, his connection with Cornell.

I don't know why Rich

Gulliver is protecting him.

They're lovers, boss.

He owns an S&M den that's full

of instruments for inflicting pain,

that he uses with our prime suspect.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sir.

He was at the St Andrews Hotel

the night that Britney vanished.

The manager says that nobody

recalls him being with anybody else.

The alibi checks out.

Of course it does.

Thank you, Gillian.

DOOR CLOSES

Now, Ray, the lawyer's arrived,

you can go in now.

Please, play nicely,

smooth things over.

SCANNER BUZZES

'Lothian Serious Crimes interview

with Richie Gulliver, MSP.

'Monday 3rd of May 2021,

the time is 1:36pm.'

'You were at the St Andrews Hotel.'

The person we now need to rule out

of our investigation

is Graham Cornell.

My client has already provided

information as for his whereabouts.

I fail to see how this is relevant.

One more time

for the hard of thinking.

I don't know.

If I did, I would tell you.

But you do know Graham Cornell?

No comment.

Do you think he k*lled Britney?

My client

I don't know!

What does it matter what I think?

I've now told you where I was

the morning of her disappearance.

You drag me away from a lunch,

you take me here.

If I wasn't on the police committee,

I wouldn't be so bloody cooperative.

We reiterate, my client was staying

at the St Andrews Hotel

when Britney Hamil disappeared.

So, "my name is Richie", as you're

on the police committee,

I can share this with you, Graham

Cornell is a person of interest.

Could he have groomed Angela Hamil

to get to her children?

How the hell would I know?

RAY SNIGGERS

You're a family man, Richie.

If Graham Cornell has got no alibi,

every aspect of his life

will be pored over,

will become public knowledge,

social media tittle tattle.

No. No!

'We know Graham Cornell

has no interest in girls sexually,'

but we suspect he's acting

to bring victims to an accomplice,

as part of a f*cked up sexual game.

Supplying young girls

to be used, abused,

slaughtered and discarded.

Do you own an S&M den, Richie?

A place

'A place full of instruments

of t*rture.' No! Argh!

'Something of a k*lling chamber.'

Eh?

One word, games.

Two words, consenting adults.

Five words, mind your own

f*cking business.

I must object

Do you like inflicting pain,

Mr Gulliver?

Is there always a victim,

always a human and social cost?

This has gone too far.

Graham Cornell

doesn't fit our profile.

We're looking for

a sexually deviant,

secretive, arrogant, entitled man.

'I'm not the man

that people think I am.'

I pick up wh*res and rent boys.

And I use them.

I want to make them f*cking bleed.

And what I feel is revulsion.

Not for me, no, no.

HE CHUCKLES

For them.

Because, ultimately,

there is no other role for those

people than to be consumed.

Someone who uses and abuses people,

who sees them with no other role

than to be consumed.

No! f*ck!

WILBERFORCE: 'So, if there are no

formal charges to be made' f*ck!

'..I think we are done here.'

Eureka!

Here, Poirot, check this.

What? The time code is saying so!

That is definitely the beast

that monstered Fabby and Gaston!

Look, here's Pepe Le Pew now

with his wee bird.

Both looking rampant.

Yeah.

Oh. They take the key from the box

using password

issued by the landwoman.

Lady, lady, lady.

We call 'em landladies here.

Mm.

The way he moves, his dress, ah

I judge him to perhaps be French.

PC?

Right, you're on.

What am I looking for?

This spunker's comings and goings.

Bang him through facial recognition

and get us a name.

And please, do not call me Poirot.

Poirot was Belgian. I am French.

Belgian!

Yeah.

Give themselves French names

to sound posh!

They should stick to making

chocolate and Stella.

Richie

Not a word.

Look, Bob, I have always

supported you.

And it's been appreciated.

But what happened in there

was totally unacceptable.

Arrested, questioned for hours,

and then released without charge.

A complete waste of time.

I want Lennox off the case.

I'm afraid I won't do that.

I am guilty of nothing, Bob.

I don't want

any personal relationship

I may or may not have, coming out.

Richie

if Graham Cornell has an alibi

for Britney Hamil's m*rder

..then it won't come out from here.

Right.

Well, good night, Bob.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

He wants you off the case.

Of course he does.

What did you tell him?

What do you think?

I know, in your own way,

you stick your neck out every day

with all the sh*t

that goes on upstairs.

It's appreciated.

Aye, can you send it over?

The frog's got his computer

with him, so send it over now.

I told you laptop boy was on it!

Can I get you something?

Sancerre, s'il vous plait.

Aye, that gear.

f*ck knows why they even bother

giving those nerds a police wage.

They'd be sitting fannying about

in front of a screen all day anyway,

happy as f*ck.

Voila!

HE EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH

Monsieur Georges Fournier.

I told you he was French.

He looks French.

The wank.

DOOR CLOSES

Everyone knows our stark stuff.

We may disagree on the nature of it,

but we can't dispute its existence.

I just see all the sh*t

in this world.

I never see what I wanna see.

HE EXHALES DEEPLY

UPBEAT INDIE ROCK MUSIC

'Hi, this is Trudi Lowe, please

leave a message after the tone.'

Hey, it's me.

Erm, I'm gonna clock off soon.

Do you, erm, wanna come over?

I just don't want to be

on my own tonight.

Lennox, long time no see.

Not heard from you in a while.

Been keeping busy?

Always a pleasure

chatting with you, Raymondo.

Catch you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

HE SNIFFS

I've had such a sh*t day.

No closer to finding out

who k*lled that poor girl?

Hey.

HE SOBS

No.

Good morning, Ralf.

I was harassed

by one of your officers.

A DI Gillman.

That man is a sociopath,

and a r*cist, to boot.

I'm making a formal complaint.

HE SIGHS

DOUGIE: 'Gaffer.'

In my office now.

Amanda.

Are you OK?

I'm wondering if I'm letting

my dislike for Gulliver

colour my judgement.

What's not to dislike?

Aye, he's playing games.

Getting off on the idea that we

think he might be Britney's k*ller.

Gulliver is a piece of sh*t,

but he might not

be our piece of sh*t.

But he's definitely

connected to Cornell.

The S&M den proves that.

It's

Why would Gulliver protect Cornell

if he's the k*ller?

He's not protecting Cornell,

he's protecting himself.

Gulliver's incapable of any act

that isn't about self-interest.

GULLIVER SCOFFS

'No, no, no, no.'

I am not like you. I have money,

I have power, I have connections.

You, what do you have?

All you have

..is each other.

And this, oh, bleak place.

I only came here

to satisfy my curiosity.

And, yeah, you are losers.

There, done.

Confirmed.

So, I am off to a 10,000-euro-a-week

clinic to detoxify.

Bye-bye.

'If Cornell was with Gulliver

in the St Andrews Hotel,'

he's got no need to hide!

That would mean Gulliver is impeding

the most despicable

child m*rder investigation

in order to stop his relationship

with Cornell from coming out.

There's a certain type of two-faced

slimy b*stard in this country

and, unfortunately,

they run the show.

WOMAN: Did you get your pages OK?

MAN: I was saying about the party.

Ah!

The pool, yeah?

He's told you about the party?

Come on, come on,

you've got to come

Can I take that one?

Thanks.

Put your bikini on -

I'll be wearing mine!

LAUGHTER I mean, it chafes, but

Don't listen to him.

Don't listen to a word he says.

Sight for sore eyes!

Are you gonna come?

Yeah, sure. You've said you're

gonna come, is that a promise?

Great. Good.

You've said it now, Carly.

You promise?

Yeah.

See you Saturday.

See you.

Sweet girl.

DOUGIE: Morning, boss.

Hello, Dougie. Gulliver's lawyer

has accused you of being r*cist.

Come on!

I've not got a r*cist bone

in my body.

The problem was that I didn't

appreciate HIS sense of humour.

I mean, I like a laugh.

What did he say to you?

Oh, no, I'd rather not say.

When I get offended by something,

I just suck it up.

I don't go off running to authority

figures like it's my ma's skirts

and expect them to right

all the wrongs in the world

for poor little me.

Come on, boss? What's the script?

Surely it's my word against his?

Dougie, there are procedures

we have to go through.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Can I have a word, Trudi?

Of course you can.

Come in, sit down.

Is everything OK?

I don't know, erm

Something's happening and

SHE EXHALES

Oh

Hey.

Oh, thank you.

I think I'm being harassed.

Sometimes it feels

like they're joking,

and then other times

it's much more serious.

Nobody should be made

to feel like this, OK?

We cannot tolerate any kind

of sexual harassment here.

So we will go and see

the head of HR.

I can't. I will come with you.

I will support you the whole way.

Do you know what?

Some men are just entitled pigs.

We've all met them before. And

What's his name?

It's not a man.

It's not just a man.

And I can't go to the head of HR

because

..because it's her, too.

You mean Estelle?

Every time I see them, they're

making these suggestive comments.

Telling me I should come

to parties with them

and I should come round

to their place for a drink.

I don't know what to do.

KNOCK AT DOOR

He wants you now.

It's either his piles or his ulcer,

but something

is giving him gyp today.

My one f*cking ally

on that committee.

Gulliver's a two-faced creep,

don't feel sorry for him.

I don't, Ray.

I feel sorry for me.

You have made a difficult job

impossible.

We are

We're on this.

All f*cking day and all night.

It's just possible that Britney's

k*ller is a multiple m*rder*r.

Oh! He may be approaching

his end game.

No! No more serial k*ller fantasies!

Come on, boss. The guy

This guy, he's k*lled before.

The MO is The MO is exactly

the same as Mr Confectioner.

I think he wants to be caught.

What?! With these sociopaths,

it's all about legacy.

They used to build statues

and monuments to themselves.

Now, some of them do this sh*t.

He's ripped the piss out of us for

years with this cat and mouse game.

Now, he wants to cash in

on his infamy.

This is Marvel Comics bullshit, Ray!

Boss

The world is changing.

The very worst sh*t

that you can conceive of

comes into being

as soon as we can imagine it.

Work this case, Raymond.

Now, you're on the verge

of wrecking a very important

person's career.

And all we've got is a bunch

of useless inadequates.

Ronnie Hamil, Gary Franklin,

Tommy Loughran,

who couldn't even cross

the f*cking street unaided!

Find Graham Cornell!

MOBILE VIBRATES

DS Amanda Drummond.

She's gone.

She's gone, I can't bear it!

Angela, Angela.

Please, I can't do this.

Please, you have to find her.

I don't quite understand,

so just just bear with me

one minute.

Sorry, boss.

It's Angela Hamil,

she's in a right state.

Put her on speakerphone.

'She's gone!

'She's gone! Please, you have to

come and get her, please!'

We're doing everything that we can.

'Not Britney, Tessa!

'Tessa's gone!

She didn't go to school!'

Right, we're on our way.

SIRENS BLARE

It's the same thing

that happened to Britney.

Why are they doing this to me?

I can't bear it, I want to die!

You stay with Angela, OK?

I'm gonna walk the route.

The uniforms are already here.

You stay with her, eh?

ANGELA WEEPS

What is happening?!

Tessa.

Are you all right?

Aye.

I'll never know how bad

you're feeling, pal.

I felt bad myself once,

I was quite a bit younger than you.

It's hard being the one

that got away, yeah?

But it's not your fault.

You got food poisoning,

it happens all the time, eh?

Sometimes I'm scared

he'll come for me.

Then I want him to try it!

I would gouge his eyes out!

Do you know what I think

your wee sister would really want?

What?

For you to have a good life.

To live well.

Hold your head up high.

Live without fear.

She wouldn't want that creep to ruin

your life the way he took hers.

You ken what I mean?

Let's go home.

Thanks.

ANGELA GASPS

You scared the sh*t out of me!

Thank you.

If I found her sister in time,

she wouldn't have been sad enough

to run away.

MOBILE CHIMES

Wait.

It's Graham.

What does he say?

He's been volunteering at a bird

of prey sanctuary in the Highlands.

Only just heard about Britney.

He's coming home now.

'OK. You head back and see

if we're missing anything.

'There's something

I have to do alone.'

God, grant me the serenity

..to smash this f*cking

line of ching up my hooter.

And catch

that child-murdering nonce!

Ah!

Welcome home, Graham.

Didnae ken you were into birds.

Come here!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Come here!

Come here, you fanny!

What the hell are you doing?

Argh!

For f*ck's sake, just stop.

I just, just wanna talk.

Keep away from me!

Listen to me.

Tell him I haven't said anything

to anyone!

Tell who? About what, Graham!?

No, no, no, no, no! Wait, wait.

Please don't. Come back from there.

Don't come near me!

I'll jump!

If you don't come here right now,

I will f*ck you up like you did her,

you child-murdering nonce!

What?!

What are you talking about?

Graham, I don't care

who you're shagging,

as long as it's not a f*cking child.

No! I would never.

What is this?

Did he send you?

I'm police, Graham.

I just wanna talk.

I need you to

I need you to help me

and I need you to help

your friend. Angela!

So, where were you

on Thursday 29th April?

I loved that girl.

I would never harm her!

What about Richie Gulliver?

Did he love her? Would he harm her?

No!

Richie loves me!

Aye right!

I'll never betray him!

You're not his wife.

He's gonna leave her.

It's a shallow political marriage of

convenience, a business partnership.

No way.

So, you were with him, right,

touring the B&Bs?

You don't know us,

you don't know anything.

I know I need to make you see sense.

Ray.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

On mature reflection, I've been

considering what you said,

and, erm, I think you're right.

We can help each other.

It's better all round.

Give us five minutes.

So, you want to be friends now?

Good.

You and I can help

each other, Lennox.

Alliance building is important.

OK.

But Cornell,

I wanna cross him off the list.

Nothing comes out about him and me?

Graham Cornell is a weak idiot.

'I've been f*cking him

in every conceivable way.

'He means nothing to me.

If I knew where he was,

'I would throw him to you

in a New York second

'because you would be

doing me a favour.

'If he went to prison for the m*rder

of that wretched girl,

'my life would be so much easier.

'But, alas, yes, we were together

the day the girl disappeared.'

I'm not getting the impression

that you two are star-crossed lovers

after all.

He's a feeble-minded,

sentimental fool.

So easy to manipulate.

You don't protect the weak, Lennox.

You devour them.

Glad to see we're on the same page.

f*ck you! You f*ck!

You b*stard!

SIRENS WAIL

Get off me, you

SIRENS BLARE

THEY GRUN

f*ck you!

Right, come on, up you go.

If you can't pick the right enemies,

don't be daft enough

to pick the wrong ones. Huh?

Get the f*ck off me!

MOBILE RINGS

Amanda.

Ray, we got Cornell.

He's just been picked up.

He assaulted Gulliver in the street!

That's shocking.

'He's admitting he was with Gulliver

at the St Andrews Hotel.'

The press are all over this.

There's no way Gulliver can deny it.

Let's let it play out.

So we can eliminate both Gulliver

and Cornell from our suspect list.

Which means we have no suspects

and we've got no leads.

'Amanda, we need to find

that white van, eh?'

On it.

Listen, this dinner, my family,

a wee bit strange.

Ray, all families are strange!

Come on.

Nice.

OK.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

All right?

This way, please.

I told you they were weird, eh?

SHE WHISPERS: Don't say that.

This is Trudi.

This is my sister, Jackie.

Hi.

How nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

My mother, Avril.

Punching again, Ray.

Thank you!

Aren't you gorgeous?

Thank you.

Brother-in-law, Angus.

Angus, hi. Hi.

Nice to meet you.

Looking thin, son,

are you eating right?

Aye.

No. Ray was saying that his dad

used to work on the railways.

Mine did, too.

I'm sure he'll mention it.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Dad.

Well, son.

This is Trudi.

Dad.

Oh, here. Too classy for this yin.

RAY CHUCKLES

Thank you, Mr Lennox.

John!

John. So, I hear that you used

to work for British Rail.

Aye, used to be a driver,

freight mostly,

but I became an office man

when my heart got bad.

So, we're just waiting

on Stuart, yeah?

What a surprise (!)

Oh

Thank you!

Stuart.

Bruden.

Mutter.

THEY GREET WITH A KISS

Schwester.

Bruden.

Vater.

And, er, you must be Trudi.

Yeah. Pleased to meet you, Stuart.

And you, too, Trudi!

Il mondo! I mean,

she is way too good-looking

for a dishevelled old

piece of bacon like yourself, eh?

Leading lady looks!

Charming, I think!

STUART LAUGHS

Aye.

May the Force be with you!

HE CHUCKLES

Thanks.

I can't help being the brother of

a copper, but actually dating one?

That is a very brave choice,

I shiteth thee not!

But how can I resist a hunk

like this, right, Stuart?

Relationships are all timing,

and ours is lousy.

Don't worry, I'm not trying

to steal her from you, Ray!

That's a relief!

I would not wish a life of dating

a thesp on anyone, my darling.

I mean, the things

that you have to do while resting,

like literally prost*tute yourself.

But, er But a cop?

No, that's a bridge too far!

Appreciate your support (!)

Nah, there's no support here, Ray.

In fact, you constantly

astonish me

Come on, you two!

There's no two involved here, Jack.

Once again, it's Stuart's private

party with us mere conscripts.

How you can do that job

is beyond belief, you know?

A working class lad

from a council estate.

And you protect the rich

and you sh*t on the poor!

Are you interested

in red wine, Trudi?

I'm quite a fan of this red one.

Yeah, no, definitely.

I appreciate a drop of red.

There's this myth

of a pluralist society,

where you blue-shirted

Stormtroopers of capital

can somehow be a neutral force

Who do you think the people

in Pilton, Niddrie, Muirhouse

and Wester Hailes call when the bad

b*stards are f*cking them over?

Do you think they send for an actor

to sort out their problems

with a Shakespearian recitation?

No. Do they f*ck!

Raymond!

Stuart, what was your last TV role?

River City. You know that.

And you played?

A drug dealer.

Yes.

And the one before that?

A, er, multiple r*pist, people

trafficker in, er, Line Of Duty.

RAY LAUGHS

OK, OK.

So, who has the reductive career?

I just lock up people like that,

I don't try to be them.

Ray Lennox, I am so proud of you.

Why?

You wanted a drink tonight,

didn't you?

Aye, you know, just one

to stop the voices in my

Just for a while.

HE CHUCKLES

Hey.

Yeah?

Erm

When you have your little hunches

Aye.

..when you're working a case, yeah?

Mm-hm.

How do you verify them?

Well, you know, you gather evidence.

You find out about the person

you're investigating,

where they live, work, play,

who they associate with,

and what they're hiding.

What if they're hiding nothing?

HE SCOFFS

They're always hiding something.

I'm not hiding nothing!

Ha-ha.

What are you hiding?

Nothing from you.

Everything from

the rest of the world.

Yeah?

Sounds like two work colleagues

of mine.

Thank you.

Mm.

Let's go.

JOURNALIST 1: 'Mr Gulliver!'

JOURNALISTS ALL TALK AT ONCE

JOURNALIST 2:

Have you always been g*y?

Thank you. Quiet, please.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Mr and Mrs Gulliver would like

to make a short statement.

We are in consultation

with our lawyer, Ralf Wilberforce,

and are unable, at this stage,

to answer any questions.

I love my husband

and will stand by him.

Those allegations

are absurd and disgusting.

Thank you.

JOURNALISTS ALL TALK AT ONCE

Ladies and gentlemen,

that's all we have to say for now.

Thank you.

Were there evenings

when you had your c*ck up his arse,

and then came back home

and f*cked me?

Mm?

I'm genuinely curious.

Well, er

DOOR CLOSES

PLEASURED GROANING

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Ray.

Yeah.

Ray! Ray!

What?

The door! The door!

f*ck!

KNOCKING CONTINUES,

TRUDI GROANS

KNOCKING INTENSIFIES

Really?

I'm f*cking coming!

Amanda, what the f*ck?!

The white van number plate

that was obscured.

What?!

Erm, look

Come in. In.

f*ck's sake.

Er, Trudi, Amanda.

Amanda, Trudi.

Sorry.

Amanda, go.

Every white van

with those four digits,

we ran them through

the Swansea database.

86 in total.

30, I checked out

and was able to eliminate

for being too far removed

from the crime scene.

Still loads to go.

Then I saw this image, taken

from the camera on the roundabout,

reflected in the window of a bus.

Those are our f*cking plates!

Yes! Just been running it

through the data bank.

Caught on CCTV an hour ago,

entering an industrial estate

outside Leeds.

One full of lock-up garages.

Note the scuff mark.

Same black scuff mark as the vehicle

that snatched Britney.

You get on to Yorkshire,

Serious Crimes.

Tell them to get down

to those lock-up garages.

I'm gonna throw on some clothes,

and you, you're driving us to Leeds!

'And so it turns.

'Some K*llers think

they're cleverer than everyone

'and like to leave a few

breadcrumbs for us idiots.

'I don't care whether

it's by design, as part of the game,

'or by mistake.

I just hunt them down.

'I will never stop.'