02x03 - Episode 3

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Carving on his chest reads

"A strange case number two".

This k*ller is using Durie's death

to make a statement.

My father bled compassion,

Inspector, have some respect.

Yet he was brutally m*rder*d

and displayed.

You don't think Gayle attacked

Piggott-Wilkins?

Read her as mixed-up,

not dangerous.

'Eh-up, Lennox.

'Long time, no see.'

There's been a leak about me.

I'm very disappointed in you,

Lennox.

Why would I give a f*ck about who

wants to tell your f*cking story?!

'Perhaps I am offering you

some very sweet inducements.'

Hazel Lloyd.

'Some things grow within you

and never leave.

'Events and emotions that, no matter

how you try to confront them,

'will always have you by the ba*ls.'

'We're building a safe world,

where we can come to no harm,

'but as we strive to eliminate

physical threat,

'we create conditions

for insidious mental breakdown.'

You don't have an appointment.

This is becoming a habit, Ray.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's inappropriate. I

I could go.

What's brought you here?

I, er

I put my hand through

the powdered skull of a dead child,

one Confectioner put into a well.

How can you adequately dispense

justice for such heinous crimes?

All my life, I've been asking myself

that question.

I need to go,

I have a client waiting.

If you still need to talk,

come back tonight.

Your money's on the table.

I detest you

more than you could ever know.

That's hate-f*cking.

If we'd have kent that,

we would have charged you more.

Please

..use the money sensibly

for society's benefit.

Massively overdose

on the most toxic poison imaginable.

Ah, we're working on it.

sh*t! Agh!

Get off!

You f*ck' evil little p*nsy!

What is this? Enough!

That f*cking weirdo

almost bit my f*cking ear off!

His ear?!

What is f*cking wrong with you?

He's a meatheaded bully

and she always takes his side.

And he f*cking smells.

His feet, his socks, they're vile.

I wanna stay here.

For a few days, that's all.

Brilliant.

Thanks, Uncle Ray.

But I'm gonna have to tell your mum

you're here, eh?

Aye.

Aye.

Ray?

Are you OK?

Um

Pathologist confirmed.

The second girl was Ellie McIntyre.

She's not historically associated

with a Confectioner case.

Ray, that's not what I asked.

Are YOU OK?

It was like I was

It was like I was right back there,

with the Confectioner.

You know, instant recall.

You found two more girls, Ray.

Two more families get to lay

their loved ones to rest.

For f*ck's sake,

think of the positives here.

There's no positives.

The media are going crazy

about this. I'll handle it.

You've got to get your head back

inside this case.

Thanks.

Hey, hey.

Where are we, in this case?

Well, we've got nothing of any use

for victim number one.

Victim number two's dead.

Who knows when victim number three's

gonna turn up.

I'm really struggling

to keep my head in the game, boss.

Well, unfortunately,

we've no choice.

That is the nature of the game.

OK. The tape?

The one you spitefully sent to

my girlfriend?

Yeah, the tape.

I wasn't in a good place back then.

My dad was seriously ill and

People suffer bereavements

without sending sex tapes to people.

Let's look forward.

How many copies?

One.

I erased mine.

Cressida didn't erase hers.

Gets off on it, does she?

No.

She's a religious girl

and she's hurt. Sure.

Matthew, 7:15 -

Beware of false prophets, which

come to you in sheep's clothing.

We want to leave all this behind us

and get away.

We've decided to do VSO work

in Senegal.

Let me guess - to do that,

you need money, right?

You caused a lot of pain.

Threatening us, stalking us.

Cressida wants compensated.

You made that sex tape willingly.

But you sent it to my girlfriend

without my consent.

That's a crime, Amanda.

You're a criminal.

Have you watched it?

Properly watched it?

Of course not.

You should.

You come off very well,

especially when I do that thing

you like.

We didn't do the thing on the tape.

So, you have watched it.

Maybe, once.

Ages ago.

I have another one where we do.

You were begging me

Cress warned me you'd be like this -

still trying to lead me astray.

Come on, Keith. Where have you gone?

Back to the Church.

Every other sin a person commits

is outside the body,

but the sexually immoral person

sins against her own body.

f*ck you.

And f*ck your Church!

There's no reason

for this to ruin your career.

Think about it.

Don't take too long.

Things badly need sorted out here,

at Serious Crime.

You know it, I know it.

You're the man to do it, Tommy.

Better communication

between Serious Crime and Vice.

Taskforces

with other constabularies.

Autonomy for units

instead of checking in with Control

every five minutes.

Tech-savvy sorts, like youse.

It's a shame Dougie

cannae be with us.

What the f*ck are you trying to say?

Just spit it out.

It's. A. Shame.

Dougie. Cannae. Be. With. Us.

Why do you need

to make that sort of comment

every time

I walk in a f*cking room?!

I was'nae aware I did.

Think that might be

your conscience talking.

f*ck you, Stark!

You are worse than Gillman. Worse!

You don't know what he's like!

Briefing. Now!

We have two victims.

One was attacked in a hotel room

and MI5 are covering it up.

The second was k*lled

and displayed in his community

that he served for years.

Both slashed in the groin area.

Allegedly.

Yes, allegedly.

We also have a k*ller

who is communicating with us,

but who we can't track down.

He says he's motivated by

correcting injustices.

Injustices.

And we've got a f*cking leak.

One of youse

is releasing information

about the Confectioner case

and when I find out who,

I will not f*ck' miss ya.

What have you all got?

Ray, I'm

You've got nothing.

We can't even tap the only witness

who can help us solve this case,

because, apparently,

protecting the reputation of the few

is more important than solving m

..homicides.

Not tae us.

I need you all to listen carefully.

This should be fairly simple.

We need to connect these victims

to find the motive

and thus the k*ller.

Tommy, Norrie, go down

to the gathering for Doctor Durie.

Find out what you can

from the community. Community.

This repeating

the last word people say

is getting f*ck' tiring.

Oh, my God,

the k*ller's online again.

He's hacked hold

of Edinburgh businesses on socials.

Ray, I need you to look online,

right now.

Journalist contact

called about a breaking story.

Several websites have been hacked

by anti-Establishment messages

and "the bloody Filth",

as someone's put up

on the Women's Institute website,

and the Cat Protection League.

What the f*ck is going on?!

Gill, I need your help.

Yeah, of course.

What is it?

Erm

It's a personal matter.

I need to

..get rid of something

on someone's cloud.

You know what you're asking.

Yeah.

And

..if I don't do this,

then I'm finished here.

Well, we can't have that.

I forgot about that one.

He's such a w*nk*r.

This is really quite special.

'Wait, just let me get my leg'

How did you get your leg up

like that?

Yeah.

Yeah, we did make quite a few,

but I only sent him the one

and they're using it

to blackmail me.

The f*cking shite.

He can't get away with

sex shaming you.

Sex tapes are always weaponised

against women.

I'm not ashamed.

A guy wouldn't be ashamed,

why should I be?

I once stole all my ex's socks

when I moved out.

Yep.

I've got no idea why I did that.

Oh, I might've f*cked

the promotion opportunity.

I shouldn't have given him

this much power.

Right, that's it. I've deleted them,

but he could have these videos

saved on multiple devices.

Deleting the cloud

might not have done any good.

You can't keep letting them

hold this over you.

I know.

Ah, what's the point

in this?

A load of religious nonsense.

Load of pish, mate.

When you're dead, you're dead, eh?

Told you that Lennox

was cracked in the head.

Accusing one of us

of leaking information?!

This Durie voluntarily hung around

for 50 years?

Aye, each to their own.

Deserved to get f*cked-up for that.

I'd have give one of my baws

to get out of here.

What they hitting? Update!

Someone has just left a review

of the type of blade that

was allegedly used to k*ll Durie.

An Arabian scimitar.

It's like a long knife.

Show us.

"Solid quality.

"Scares the sh*t out of them and

gives a clean cut with limited mess.

"Grip could be better,

"but it did go in like a treat

when I plunged the b*stard."

Ray, there's a message

on your leaked skull thread.

"Who will be hashtag three?"

Any one of these people who've

been hacked could be the target.

Planning to k*ll again.

I shared my father

with every one of you.

I wish he'd been more selfish,

because someone in this room,

somebody he helped and fought for,

someone he thought of as a friend

It k*lled him.

That's Durie's receptionist.

So, he was a good man, aye?

Huh?

Yes, he was.

The very best of men.

And yet, he ended up

swinging from a lamp-post?

You were with him for a while?

Anything between youse two?

What are you inferring?

Any rumpy-pumpy?

Come on, dunnae go all prissy.

We're cops. We have to investigate

relationships.

He was not that kind of man.

Was he cowping anybody else,

to your knowledge?

If he was that liked

in the community,

there might well have been some

younger Tony Hatch knocking about.

He would never

Never say never when it comes to

the murky waters of male sexuality.

Piggott-Wilkins

is as connected as it gets.

So was his father.

He died ten years ago.

Recorded as a suicide,

but found wi'

substances in his system.

Don't you think it's a bit irregular

that the report doesn't list

the substances?

Cat's out the bag now.

Threat to public safety.

Use this.

Amanda. Where are we going?

Can't sit around waiting for him

to k*ll someone else, can we?

And then he got the MBE.

Ah, there was a bit of a kerfuffle

around that.

Oh, aye?

Someone vandalised the surgery.

Something to do with malpractice.

The family threatened him,

the doctor!

Said they'd ruin him.

Then what happened?

I came in to find excrement

daubed on the walls.

It was horrible.

And someone had written "fake"

on the wall,

in their own S-H-I-T.

The guilt ate away at him,

until the day he died.

Who could've thought he was a fake?

We need a name.

You've had more than enough.

Aye.

Aye.

You should've spoken to me first,

about the leak.

Confectioner?

You're right.

Everything all right?

Nothing I can't handle.

You sure this is a good idea?

No.

Come on.

Fraser?

I thought he lived alone?

Trudi must've left it.

We understand your need

to advance this crime, Lennox,

but we have this in hand.

That's all we have to say

on the matter.

Are you saying you won't let

the Detective Inspector

ask questions of a witness

that could protect

a member of the public?

Are you saying the privacy

and protection of one person

is more important than the safety

of the people of this city?

What I'm saying, DI Drummond,

is that we have this in hand

and you and DI Lennox

are insubordinately jeopardising

your careers by even being here.

Piggott-Wilkins senior.

Ten years ago.

Who puts the word "substances"

in a pathology report?

Ask the pathologist.

Long deceased.

Wonder who got to him, eh?

Hm, before my time.

Yeah, you prefer to protect

the present Piggott-Wilkins.

Why's he so important?

You wouldn't wanna do my job,

Lennox.

There are some people

who pull the levers of power

and they have to be protected

at all costs.

The less the public know,

the better.

Who gives a f*ck

what those idiots think?

They might be interested

to hear this.

Carry on.

What do you think you're doing?

This is released,

unless you give me the location

of Piggott-Wilkins.

I'm gonna give you

..30 seconds to make your decision.

So?

Sophie's working on the breakdown

of voluntary organisations

to find out which sectors

are being targeted most.

What's the story

with you and Sophie?

Well, there is no real story.

Are you involved with someone else?

I didn't say that!

Hey? I've got a breakdown of

the voluntary organisations hacked.

Thanks.

Thanks.

DI Lennox.

DI Drummond.

Must've been frustrating.

Hm?

The great love you had for him.

But his own only ever going to

this place.

He was devoted to the community.

He didnae look at you the way a man

should look at a beautiful woman.

What?

What are you saying?

He. Did. Not. Look. At. You.

The. Way. A. Man. Should. Look.

At. A. Beautiful. Woman.

You can't say that to me.

I'm old enough to be your mother.

No, you're not.

You're old enough

to be my lover.

I'm saying no more.

You're wasting my time.

The person who did this to you

has k*lled a man.

More lives are in danger.

We've got plenty to talk about.

Your attacker's

already claimed responsibility

in an email to the police.

This story is not going to go away

until they've been caught.

You're hashtag one, right?

Did you see the face of the person

that did this to you?

His face was covered.

And I'd been drugged.

Was he alone?

There was a girl.

Who was the girl?

How would I know?

She was bought and paid for.

How did you find her?

I'm afraid that's covered by

the Official Secrets Act.

Can you describe her for us?

She was just a girl.

"Just a girl?"

Like the others

you entertained here?

Like Gayle?

And was this girl

involved in the attack?

You don't notice these things

when someone's swinging a ceremonial

scimitar at you, Officer.

Does the name William Durie

mean anything to you?

Should it?

This house that we're in,

this is the house where your father

met his untimely end.

What has my father

got to do with this?

I think you're clutching at straws

now.

Don't you?

This Establishment nonsense

has wasted our f*cking time.

Piggott-Wilkins' protection

is irrelevant.

We've been trying to unravel

layers of bureaucracy

when we could've been

solving this case.

Inspector Lennox?

Moira Gulliver.

I know your sister.

And you know my brother.

I knew both of your victims.

You knew William Durie and

Christopher Piggott-Wilkins well?

Well, our fathers were friends.

We all grew up together.

We didn't live near them,

but we would holiday together,

once or twice a year.

Do you know why someone

would want them dead?

Of course not.

They were just boys then.

Willie

never fit in with the lads.

He was too kind for his own good.

Porky could be cruel - the joke was

always at someone else's expense.

And Richie, well

..he was always

trying to prove himself.

Harmless, really.

But then, you know my brother,

Inspector.

There's talk of a third victim.

Don't let anything happen to him,

Ray.

Well, what do you want?

We believe

there's a threat to your life.

It's connected to

the attempted m*rder

of Christopher Piggott-Wilkins

and the m*rder of William Durie.

We have to take it seriously.

Touched by your concern,

my name is Ray,

or DI Lennox, delete as appropriate.

But I haven't seen

either of those men for years.

Well, I see Porky at the occasional

Civil Service bash, but

Why would someone want them dead?

I don't know,

but I've nothing to hide.

The light has been shed

on all my darkness.

Try it, Ray,

it's incredibly liberating.

Then maybe keep a low profile.

I'm giving the speech

of my f*cking career today.

I'm asking you

not to give the speech.

No way.

Besides, I'm well protected

by conscientious public servants,

like yourself, am I not?

My only concern is for your safety.

Well, I'm concerned about that too.

But I am giving my speech.

So, please, make sure

no psychotic malcontents disrupt me.

I didn't expect this to happen.

No.

I've been lonely

since Chris walked out.

Do you want to go to my place?

You'll never know how much.

But I can't.

I'm on duty.

But what I am gonna do

..is I'm gonna come to you

when I'm finished.

And do you know what's gonna happen?

What?

I'm gonna kiss these lips.

I am trying to help you, believe me,

but I need you to help yourself.

Good at that one way, not so good

in other ways, unfortunately.

One man has life-changing injuries,

another is dead.

We know that there's a third target.

Is there any reason

that might be you?

Something that happened involving

Piggott-Wilkins and Durie.

Which one of us does not have

pesky skeletons in their cupboard?

But I trust you

to get to the bottom of it,

Detective Inspector Lennox.

You're not f*ck' dying

on my watch!

Thank you, my name is Ray,

I appreciate that.

I really do believe all this,

you know?

It's modern politics.

You have to blow things

out of all proportion

to get your voice heard.

The truth is, nobody in this country

is looking after anything

but their own interests.

I genuinely believe

that we can be great again.

You know, your sister described you

as harmless.

She's right.

You're a f*ck' fascist.

Thank you!

Thank you.

When I first entered politics,

they asked me why.

Why would any sensible person

delve into this cesspit?

You've delved into enough cesspits

in your time!

The reason, in one word?

Britain.

Because of what this country

once was,

because of what it has become.

I will chart the course

to make this country great again.

You're a n*zi!

So So

So, here they are,

the real n*zi rent-a-mob,

with their attacks on free speech.

n*zi!

And they make their own point

for us,

do they not, ladies and gentlemen?

That you can be a total c*ck

and an absolute fanny.

Where this country once had pride,

we built an empire,

swatting away the puny resistance

of feeble natives.

We took what our brains,

power and technology entitled us to.

Nobody back then,

there was no whining, insipid voices

in the background, niggled away,

telling us, "You can't do this,

"you mustn't do that",

because we knew

we were the United Kingdom.

The message was then,

as it has to be once again,

well, I'm sorry,

my coloured cousins,

my Paddy pals, my squeamish,

yellow-bellied chums.

We do what the f*ck we like.

Die, you b*stard!

Argh!

Oh, my God.

No, get off me, stop!

Thank you, Ray.

The bloke had m*rder in his eyes.

It appears that your vigilance

was not unwarranted after all.

Thank you, Officer, er

I didn't get your name.

Let me go, you f

It looks like you have the culprit,

so kindly leave so I may continue.

There is a w*r approaching.

We British like the sound

of that word, don't we? w*r.

Because we've been denied

the opportunity of our forefathers.

The thrill of combat

for the poor man.

The opportunity for conquest

of the rich man.

This is who we are.

We're heading back.

You stay with Gulliver.

Surely we could just leave

a couple of uniforms?

Do not let that creepy psychopath

out of your sight.

The public attack - do you think

this is his curtain call, Ray?

I'm not your man.

Stark.

You don't see women, do you?

I see you sister.

I see a nasty, spiteful wee wh*re

who'll do anything,

stomp anyone into the ground,

to get to where she wants to be.

I'm a dyed-in-the-wool,

unreconstructed feminist.

Deal with it.

Oh, I'm dealing wi' it all right.

You can rest assured.

You don't agree with

Richie Gulliver's politics, do you?

Agree with the views of a n*zi?

Only a f*cking idiot

or a bigot would.

So, what was the plan?

You were gonna k*ll him?

The knife wasn't for decoration.

Sophie's asked me to go camping

with her.

Looking forward to it?

Well, yes, er

Yes.

I hope you're a wee bit more

convincing once you get there.

It's just that I've no experience

with lassies.

Like, I've had my whole

..made love to a girl before.

Oh, right.

I don't know what to do.

I can't ask the boys at work.

You know what Stark and Erskine

are like.

Ray's never around.

You have got experience,

like, with women.

I'm in a bit of a niche market.

Tell me So, tell me how would you

make love to another woman?

f*ck's sake, shut up, Struthers!

LAUGHTER

What about Piggott-Wilkins

and Durie?

And who the f*ck are they?

Hashtag one and two.

I've never seen them before

in my life.

So Gulliver isnae number three?

No. He's a fascist

and he deserves to die.

I've got six months to live.

k*lling him would be

the most meaningful act of my life.

So, you're a righteous warrior

who thinks it's OK to take the law

into his own hands?

You say you despise Gulliver,

but you're just another entitled man

cut from the same f*cking cloth!

Typical police.

Got it in for those who want to try

and dampen down class politics.

If I had more time

..there are other targets

on my list.

Think it's fairly obvious

he's not our guy.

I was unprofessional in there.

I don't know what came over me.

Happens. We work in extreme

circumstances

with twisted, evil b*stards.

This is the job.

It's not the job, Ray. We have

systems, rules and procedures.

It's you that's been f*cking me up

with all this emotional sh*t.

I just wanna do my job.

Shall I book him for the knife?

Aye and gie him a f*cking medal.

Ray, your sister's back again.

This time,

she's got your mum with her.

Oh.

Do you no have work to go to?

I ken you've no.

How is he, Ray?

Is he making a pest of himself?

Look, Fraser is fine,

he's a good kid.

He's been no problem at all.

Just let me get on with my job.

What's the problem, Ray?

I'm worried about you.

You're my son, Raymond.

When are we gonna sort this out?

There's nothing tae sort out.

Can you no understand?

I don't want to talk to you.

Please, I'm at my work.

Just f*cking go.

Go!

I would like to ask you

a question, Mr Gulliver.

One moment, please.

Are you a r*cist,

Mr Gulliver?

Any updates, Officer?

Er, no. Nothing yet.

Sir.

Stand back, please.

You spread toxicity in politics.

Racial assaults, trans batterings,

all increase after your speeches.

How does that make you feel?

Well, those are crimes

and I suggest you speak to

the perpetrators of them.

But you have captured

the imagination

of a broad range

of the British public.

Shouldn't have agreed to go.

She'll have expectations.

It'll be fine.

It won't be fine. I'm a freak!

Don't say that!

I, honestly, I don't think

this is gonna make any difference.

Sophie likes you for your big

..brain.

If she laughs at me,

I don't think I can handle it.

I need to talk.

I've apologised for my behaviour.

But I am telling you

how serious blackmail is.

Please, just drop this now.

But sending depraved homemade porn

through's OK?

Oh, you are such

a f*cking insufferable prude!

Keith told me you left the church.

You're doing well in the morality

stakes on your own then, yeah?

f*ck's sake.

You really levelled down

when you left me.

This is solving nothing.

Cress, we need to talk.

Congratulations,

quite a day for you.

I hear you caught your k*ller.

Ah, it was a crank wi' a knife,

not the k*ller.

Can't place our k*ller.

There's something not quite true

about him.

Oh!

You all right?

Yeah.

I've got a migraine.

My head is so f*cking full.

World's a cesspit.

Beasts are everywhere.

What happened to being a normal cop,

Ray?

I think this is being a normal cop.

To loathe people who ruin lives.

Tell me how that feels.

Every time you put

one of these beasts away.

Every time you bring them down.

How does it feel?

It never feels like enough.

Do they earn the right to live?

Should we have to earn

our right to be here?

Why did you go and see Confectioner?

When you know how it makes you feel?

Why not send someone else?

He wouldn't speak to someone else.

No-one else in your department

has what it takes

to unlock the secrets of that case?

Is that

..a God complex?

How do you feel

about Confectioner now?

I never want to find out again

that the last thing

another kid saw in their life

were those horrible eyes.

How do YOU feel?

I wanna k*ll him.

Are you sure about this?

Oh, f*ck sake.

I am doing you a favour here.

Don't make me change my mind. Mm-hm.

I'm delighted to say that I have

a genuine Edinburgh

Serious Crime cop

joining us on All Fur Coat.

Welcome, DI Tommy Stark.

Helena, I've been working with you

and your colleagues

in the sex industry

for a number of years now.

I'm happy to debunk the stereotype

associated with women

who make their living in this way.

I've seen the consequences

on many of them, as have you,

from the more oppressive elements

of the patriarchy.

Wow.

Tommy, you have arrested

and hassled many working girls

and now you're trying to tell us

that you were really on our side

all along?

Come on.

Well, Helena,

as you and I both know,

unfortunately,

things aren't that simple.

First and foremost,

I'm a law enforcement officer

and that's my duty.

But we are all human beings

in society

and we have to see

the bigger picture.

Yeah, yeah, ah,

that's good, that's good.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah. Right.

Sit down.

OK, so, I want you to touch here,

up here. Go on go on.

It's very good.

Very

..good.

If I was to describe myself

in any way,

it would be as a dyed-in-the-wool,

unreconstructed feminist.

What the actual f*ck?!

Like this?

Less talking, less talking.

Gill?

I thought I'd bring you

some of Mum's banana bread.

I really missed you.

Look, I can explain. I'm sorry.

I can explain.

I can explain!

She was just helping me.

Shut up!

f*ck sake.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Ah, shut up.

Hey, Uncle Ray, come join the party.

The boy we lifted -

he's not our k*ller,

so the man we're looking for

is still out there.

Well, then, I suggest you find him,

Detective Sergeant.

I'm returning to my flat

with a friend. Goodnight.

You don't remember me, do you?

I'm afraid I don't have any idea

what you're talking about.

Now, I really need you

to be a good boy and let me get on.

But I've been told

Uh-uh-uh!

I hear you knocking,

but you can't come in.

So, one more time -

goodnight, Defective Sergeant.

Prick.

'Sometimes, threat

is not where we expect to find it.

'We let our guard down,

we expose ourselves,

'and once is all it takes

for everything to change.'

So, I told them,

"Do not get in my way."

I do not like taking

the circuitous route

in pursuit of my goals.

I like to go in direct.

You're a good listener.

I like good listeners.