02x05 - Episode 5

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I'm sorry, Moira.

Why do you feel

it's your responsibility to avenge?

I was ten.

I was r*ped.

I see a nasty, spiteful wee wh*re

who'd do anything

to get to where she wants to be.

The theatricality of the killings,

someone disnae just

want these men dead,

he wants to expose them. Why?

I've had a sh*t day.

I could do with some company.

I don't think

that Norrie's who he says he is.

They drove to the warehouse

where Gulliver's body was found.

Why would they go there?

It's time to find out.

We need to bring

Norrie Erskine in, eh?

'You tether yourself

to one person,

'to one city,

like the dock of a port.

'But it could be any dock, any port.

'And you see them all slide past -

'the faces of the women

you've made love to,

'the men you've locked up forever,

'and you realise that

it all has nothing to do with them,

'it's all about yourself.

'And the struggle for control

of that self.'

Sort this the f*ck out.

Yeah?

Amanda, last night, um

Um, I'm sorry. Uh

I expected more

from a senior professional.

W-Well, I-I

I'm joking.

You were very good.

Lighten up, Ray.

Oh, no.

Norrie, you daft b*stard.

Where is the f*cking path tent?

We've got a body in the middle

of a f*cking public park!

We're having to get a spare, boss.

A f*cking spare?

I-It's my fault, Sir.

I borrowed it to go camping.

It blew away.

I'm going to replace it

as soon as we get back.

What f*cking idiot goes camping

wi' a f*cking crime scene tent?

There's been a mur!

Homicide.

There's one coming from Fife.

And they will think

that we are amateur

f*cking Mickey Mouse wankers.

With good reason.

My office, this afternoon.

Evidence of hood

with marks around the neck

and the bounds around the wrists

and ankles.

Signs of a struggle.

The fatal injury

is in the groin area,

so exactly like Gulliver,

except one thing

the eyelids have been cut off

with surgical scissors.

f*ck's sake.

And then, of course, there's this.

Can we all give the man

a bit of dignity, eh?

Carried out postmortem.

How can we not get

another f*cking tent?!

f*ck.

He was lying to us, boss.

Gulliver. Durie. Piggott-Wilkins.

A working-class weegie like Erskine.

Disnae fit.

We ken he lied about his whereabouts

on the night

of Richie Gulliver's death.

CCTV proved he abandoned his post,

he drove to the warehouse where

Gulliver was later m*rder*d. Why?

Erskine's eyelids were removed

with surgical scissors.

What did he see?

Who was Norrie Erskine?

We need to know everything

about him.

He was the victim here,

we should remember that.

He lied to us,

we should remember that.

I'd swear, in church,

on a stack of Bibles singing Kumbaya

that I never observed Norrie

doing anything

that was remotely Princess Michael.

I can't say that about everyone.

The weapon in his glovebox

would suggest otherwise.

The message carved onto him,

"And then there were none,"

suggests he was the last victim,

like we speculated about Gulliver.

I want Norrie's movements

last night.

Sophie, follow-up on the CCTV

of Erskine's route to the warehouse.

Gill, split the team up.

Look into Erskine - phone, flat,

bank card, everything.

A wee heads up, Ray, it's, er

Well, it's probable that

the last person to see Erskine alive

was your brother-in-law.

We hit the pish last night

after dining in his bistro.

He teamed up after a wee stay back.

I left them early doors, but

..I think they might have been bound

for the Pubic Triangle.

Right. Thanks.

I'll call them in.

Angus Ross? I'm DI Drummond.

Wait. Ray's partner?

Mm-hm.

Wow.

No wonder he's kept you a secret.

You're married

to DI Lennox's sister.

Twenty-two years.

But you didn't know DS Erskine?

I only met him last night,

wi' Tommy Stark.

My restaurant, Gastronomic,

is close by here.

I'm always on at Ray to come by.

These was the first

serious crime officers to use it.

Traffic's another matter.

Some of my best customers

I'm gonna

I'm gonna need you to focus.

You were with Erskine last night,

right?

Aye.

Where did you go,

and when did you leave him?

We

stayed back at mine,

and then we hit a few pubs.

Bannerman's, Whistlebinkies.

Norrie suggested the Triangle,

but I held out for CC's.

I met an old mate

who had some ching.

Norrie and I took it.

It wasn't the

No.

No. The drugs weren't a factor

in his death.

What was his mood?

Melancholic.

He tried to keep things light,

but you could see he was

going through something heavy.

Could you elaborate on that?

Maybe women troubles?

What was the strip club he went to?

I don't know.

I do remember he said that

the girls knew him as Uncle Norrie.

You all right?

Poor guy.

You know,

both a bit depressed last night.

Spoke about art and love.

I don't know what happened,

but at some point,

Jackie just stopped loving me.

I know she's sleeping with someone,

Ray. I've known for some time.

Er It's not my business.

Sir.

Never had affairs.

Jackie thinks I have, but no way.

I might've considered it,

but I've never done it.

Again, that's your business.

I've had Fraser on the blower.

He knows he's really pissed you off.

Right, well,

you have to deal wi' it.

He's my nephew, I love him, but

I want him out of my flat tonight.

So Ray's brother-in-law confirmed

you left him after CC Blooms.

Maybe they went to church after,

said a wee prayer (?)

What?

The church, the pub.

Both full of muppets

fae the wank school.

You pays your money,

you takes your choice.

Gill's getting the CCTV

from CC Blooms.

Let's try and follow

Erskine's likely route from there.

Aye. Comes in here a lot.

Sometimes, there's other men,

I think cops, but mostly alone.

Was he here last night?

Might have been.

He had a quiet relationship

with some of the girls,

liked massages.

Seemed an observer, a voyeur.

Did they find him creepy?

Lindy.

Uncle Norrie? Soap dodger?

Aye.

He liked to watch you have sex

with your boyfriend.

Record you on his phone?

No. No tapes.

Never did nowt like touch me

or Alistair,

just watched and wanked.

How did Alistair feel about this?

Alistair is an accountancy student

at Heriot-Watt,

they were cash transactions.

He wanted me to declare them

to revenues expenses, but

He never did.

Nah.

That was down to me.

Alistair always advised us to,

but

Am I gonna get into bother?

Not from us. You've been helpful.

Thanks.

What were they like, these other

cops that he came in with?

The usual sleazy,

ferrety-looking b*stards.

We're gonna need your CCTV

from last night. Course.

Thank you for your cooperation,

Mrs Manderson.

What's this?

Er I heard you'd broken up

with Celeste.

Are things any better?

No.

Well, time is a great healer.

Listen, I actually need you

to take a look at something.

Fort Knox. Taking no chances?

Some of this stuff's vintage,

he's quite a collector.

Creepy f*ck.

Weird transition from actor to cop.

He failed as an actor.

It doesn't look like

he was massively successful

as a cop either.

Look at this.

Maybe concentrate on finding

something that connects him

to Gulliver, Durie

or Piggott-Wilkins, eh?

Like his voracious sexual appetites,

for instance?

Voracious sexual appetites (!)

It's a link.

Do you really believe they're unique

in those appetites?

Ray?

This cannae be.

The sick b*stard.

f*ck's sake.

f*ck's sake!

Look at the way he's labelled them

and reviewed them.

That is the mind of a paedo.

Well

f*ck' Erskine.

It's all lies.

Is this what links all four men?

Gulliver was sexually deviant,

but we never found

anything like this.

They'd have thrown away

the f*cking key for this stuff.

He is dead to me now.

f*ck.

Jesus f*ck.

"Your eyes are bigger

than your stomach

"or it's getting

considerably shorter."

"Mind the dark secrets,

"your colleagues will be interested

to know the real you."

Someone was taunting Erskine

over his porn collection.

Erskine was a hunted man

in his last days,

these postcards

aren't just about the porn,

someone's got something over him.

Bingo.

"Should auld acquaintance

be forgot?"

Auld Lang Syne. All these New Years'

that they spent together.

Let's go and have another word

with Moira Gulliver, eh?

Let's go.

Hello, Ray.

Your sister

has been an absolute rock.

Glad to hear it.

I'm just planning

for his order of service.

Does the name Norrie Erskine

mean anything to you?

I don't know him at all.

We need you to think about the last

New Year your family spent together.

Can this not wait?

Not really.

Can you remember when

and where it was?

We'd go somewhere different

every year.

OK. When was the last time?

We have reason to believe

that these murders

are about something that happened

on one of the holidays.

Moira, we really, really need you

to think about this.

Ray, come back later.

We're in the middle of

a multiple homicide investigation.

No, it's fine.

Let me see. Er

OK Erm

OK.

Yes. This

..seems to be the last time.

The Adrie House Hotel.

Big old stuffy place,

out in the country.

Thirty years ago, are you sure?

Well, I've nothing later.

OK.

He looks like a man there.

A year earlier, they were just boys.

Funny things happen

when boys become men.

Why did it end?

I can't tell you, Ray.

Because I wasn't there that year.

I was away skiing.

Let's just say

it wasn't really working

for any of the women by the end.

She's a lot posher than you.

Jackie?

Always was.

f*ck' embarrassing

when we were kids in Oxgangs.

Like she was prepping for

the law chamber in the New Town

right from birth.

What were you prepping for?

Ray?

This.

I was preparing for this.

Evidence found

in Norrie Erskine's flat

gives us reason to believe

that he was being blackmailed

in the last days of his life.

Blackmailed about what?

He was housing

a large collection of

..ill*gal porn.

The knife in his car suggests

he was preparing to defend himself.

Which makes sense with the lies

on the night of Gulliver's death.

He went to the warehouse

to confront the k*ller.

Didn't exactly

f*ck' arrest him, eh?

But we can only assume

that he couldn't go through with it.

What connects him to Gulliver,

Piggott-Wilkins and Durie?

Maybe the porn? We'll find out.

Now, let's start with confirming

the connections that we have.

Moira Gulliver told us the last time

their families were together.

We need to find out

where Erskine was

on Hogmanay of 1992.

Specifically, if he was anywhere

near Adrie House Hotel.

Can someone get on that now?

Yeah.

Erm, boss, there's something

I think you should see.

I've been tracking Erskine's route

from Gulliver's house

to the warehouse

and look.

Is he following that car?

Not in every shot,

but it appears enough

to make us think

Erskine was following someone.

Aye. Unless he didnae call it in.

It makes sense of the idea

that he planned to k*ll that night.

Is there a clearer image

of the driver? Yeah.

I've cross-referenced this

with the restaurant footage.

It's the same man.

I've traced his reg.

Unbelievably, it's his own car.

His name is Victor Maslow.

Parents are dead, and he hasn't been

at his last registered address

for years.

Ray?

I've seen him.

Where? I don't know,

but I've f*ck' seen him!

Everybody!

We've got a suspect,

his name is Victor Maslow.

We've got a name, we've got a face,

no excuses. Where is he?

I want Maslow!

You're not gonna believe this, Ray,

cos I f*ck' don't.

I called the Adrie House Hotel,

I got the records

from December 1992,

but we've already got them.

Norrie Erskine

requested them yesterday.

One of our own.

Media will paste us.

What have I done to deserve this?

Ugh.

These interviews tomorrow,

for the Chief Super job,

do we need to postpone them?

No. No. Go Go ahead.

Well, at least pretend

to give a sh*t about this.

This message on Norrie's chest

and then the one on

What if What if it really is

the last death

and Maslow just slips off

into the sunset?

It looked like it was

family connections and then

then he f*ck' kills Erskine.

All this social justice warrior

bullshit.

I mean, I'm sure he wants to believe

that this homicide

is doing some greater good,

but it's No, it's revenge.

Just not sure what for.

Norrie Erskine

worked at Adrie House Hotel

between October 1992 and March 1993.

He was there at the same time

as Richie Gulliver, William Durie

and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins.

Let's go.

It's about an incident that might

have occurred here 30 year ago.

Does the name Does the name

Norman Erskine mean anything to you?

It's obviously before your time,

but he worked here back then.

I've only worked here

a couple of years.

You know, my brief was to come in

and modernise the place,

but retain that classical feel,

you know? Shabby chic.

I'm sure you've been

very successful.

But Norman Erskine?

Speak to our catering manager,

Michelle.

She's worked here for years,

you know,

find her downstairs in Jurassic

Park, as we call the kitchen.

That busy legal life

Oh, God!

Oh, Jeez!

Moira? What the f*ck?

Angus.

What the f*ck?

You can't just burst in.

What's all this?

You don't live here any more.

Is this taramasalata

made from scratch?

Angus, I've told you

how things are now.

Please respect that.

Respect?

And what respect have I been shown?

I'm going to give you two

some space to talk.

Thanks.

I'm really sorry for your loss (!)

Thank you.

How can I help you?

We've got a few questions for you

about Norman Erskine.

Worked here 30 years ago.

Uh! Norrie Erskine.

SHE LAUGHS

The panto guy.

Christ, I mind of him all right,

do you know?

Couldnae keep his hands to himself.

Anything specific?

Well, my t*ts and arse, for one.

That's how it was in there days.

How did that make you feel?

To be honest, it never bothered me.

Five brothers back then.

Water off a duck's back.

And I gave as good as I got.

But some people might have found it

offensive.

Oh, aye. There were some poor lasses

that got it.

Can you tell us more about that?

Hospitality back then

was about t*ts and teeth.

If you werenae comfortable

with that, you wouldnae last long.

So we had a fair turnover.

Anything specific spring to mind?

Anyone that Erskine may have upset?

I mind of this waitress,

she wasnae here long -

a student on Christmas cover.

But she accused a group of guests

of sexually assaulting her.

And she pointed the finger

at Norrie Erskine as well.

What happened?

It's a long time ago,

but these were regular guests

and they paid big money.

Young guys.

Thought that money meant

they could do whatever they wanted,

you know the type?

And she was just a young lassie.

Why do you remember this girl?

When it came to her face,

something terrible had happened.

Oh, I believed her all right.

What was her name?

Do you know, I cannae mind.

Was it Sarah something? I think.

But I might have a photo at home.

On one of your staff piss-ups,

I always take a lot of photos

at the Christmas bashes here.

I could look them at the night

for you. If it'd help?

That would certainly be a huge help.

Thank you.

We've both known

this marriage is over a long time.

Maybe you did.

But I gave up the rat race

so you could keep going.

Not this again.

You gave up because you wanted

to fanny about with food.

I thought

..if I was happy, then

we'd be happy.

Well, Angus,

now we know that my happiness

isn't contingent on yours,

nor should yours be on mine.

I get it.

I've been a big disappointment

to you.

It's hardly been a disaster.

We've got two great kids.

Huh. One of whom

barely speaks to us

and the other can't stand

to be in the same house as me.

Murdo he acts all tough, but

he's just trying to brazen it out.

And Fraser thinks

he's Billy Big Bollocks, but

Well, he's just a wee boy.

And he needs us.

They're both a loss, Jack.

Let's get Jo cross-referencing

the staff records,

looking for any girl

matching that description

who worked back then with Erskine.

We also need the guest records too,

if they go back that far.

So, Maslow is avenging

an abused woman -

sister, wife, mother?

And as you said,

the social vengeance stuff

just disnae fit.

Yeah. He's toying with us.

Sexual as*ault claim

makes sense of the MO,

but but the k*ller's a man,

what does that mean?

What does that mean?

The display of the bodies suggests

he believed

they're sexual predators,

hiding in plain sight.

You've come a long way,

Inspector Drummond.

All thanks to you, Ray.

Last night it was

It's complicated.

If you wanted to try it again,

see if it feels less complicated?

I let us both down.

I know I know that I

I crossed the line.

You're a difficult man, Ray Lennox.

Can you, er

Can you drive me somewhere?

I need to go and see someone.

I just wanted to apologise

for the kiss.

I was upset, I just didn't think

you'd want to see me again.

Come in.

You know those

those things I told you?

I've never told anyone before.

Is that why you felt compelled

to kiss me?

I needed

..I needed to feel something good.

One of my colleagues

..was found m*rder*d today

and then I discovered

he was a nonce.

Do you think sex is at the root

of everything we do?

Maybe.

Tell me about your colleague.

Did he deserve to die?

We're supposed to protect people

from the pain and horror

of somebody like Norrie.

You see, the thing that scares me

is that

..I really understand this k*ller.

He's shaming us and

he's the one

that's making the world safer.

Was your colleague's death

a just act of revenge?

I don't know.

I know about revenge.

It obsesses me.

Those

..f*cking monsters in the tunnel.

I look for them constantly.

I mean, I was

..I was just a kid.

Those moments when we're frozen

..is it fear or weakness?

I resisted.

I resisted

There were men.

There was three of them.

They They

They got Les.

Forty years this has held you.

You've held yourself in this moment.

Who's damaged you more?

Them or you?

No

I'll bring them to justice.

I'll bring them to justice.

You've no evidence.

How will you feel

when they walk free?

What then?

You take it into your own hands?

Yes. Yes.

And then what?

Your life's over.

Thrown away, because you can't take

responsibility for your pain.

Pack it up

and move on, Ray.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I can lead you to a conclusion.

But you have to look back

if you're to help yourself.

And you can't do that.

Again and again,

you failed to do that.

I do look back.

I do, I do look back.

No, you need the taste of blood.

An eye for an eye.

The terrified child in you

never walks free till you do.

Look into the eyes

of that terrified child

and tell me

who's betrayed that child most.

Is it the ab*ser or is it you

who imprisoned him in that moment

..for four decades?

I'm trying.

I'm trying

..to do the right thing.

Grow up, Ray.

'Whether sex workers

are exploited women,

'or liberated, empowered women,

'is a question

that divides feminists.'

TV: 'You must not succumb

to the Devil's wrath for he will'

I hear Tommy Stark's

coming on the show again.

Yes, I'm gonna record later.

What about you? You'll do the show?

I've been thinking about it,

and, yes

..on one condition.

I'm a police officer

..and as such, I'm telling you

that you are in

the deepest possible sh*t.

We don't know

what you're talking about.

We live our lives in accordance

with the Scriptures.

Oof!

Pay attention to yourself.

"If your brother sins against you,

rebuke him.

"And if he repents, forgive him."

Confession. That's your repentance.

Or I'll f*ck' rebuke big time.

You've come from Amanda.

We've only taken

what's rightfully ours,

we deserve compensation

for the trauma she put us through.

My girlfriend shouldn't be forced

to view such filth.

She can't take it.

What sort of filth

are we talking about?

It was porn.

Sending that stuff

without the consent of both parties

was a criminal offence.

Keep f*ck' talking.

Amanda she

She manipulated him,

it was the Devil's work.

Made him do things with her.

I went into therapy to recover.

Oh! f*ck.

Look, please,

we can give her money back. Yeah.

Let me see that f*ck' tape.

I'm trying to help you.

Mmm. The sisterhood.

Us working together to expose

the likes of Tommy Stark.

Well, yeah.

But you're not a sister.

You're a cop.

Just like Stark.

Why should I help you?

What have the likes of you

ever done to help the likes of me,

DI Drummond?

What do you want me to say?

What I want

is for you to stop acting

like you've come here

on a white horse.

I've had this bullshit from cops

forever.

So don't insult the both of us,

and just admit

that you're only here

because you need something.

Right, you've made your point.

Not entirely.

My point is

don't take the piss.

Now, what exactly do you need?

Well now

I take a very dim view of

fellow officers indulging in such

..activities.

You see, like you, I consider myself

a disciple of Jesus Christ.

You do realise

that blackmailing someone

over a pornographic tape is a sin.

Has the Gospel taught you nothing?

I told you this would be

a f*ck' mess.

Don't give me that.

The blackmail was your idea.

You wanted to bring that f*cking

Jezebel down as much as I did.

Shut it! The pair of youse!

Now

Forgiveness

..that is the very essence

of Christian faith. Is it not?

What was it the Bible says?

Aye.

As Christians, it is your duty

to forgive. Aye?

For if you forgive other people

when they sin against you, your

..Heaven Heavenly Father

will also forgive you.

That's Matthew 6 14.

Very nice.

What are you going to do?

Forgive.

I don't want to arrest you

and I don't want your money.

How can we expect to maintain

law and order

with sinners such as

that wee f*cking Drummond

in the polis?

Huh?

I want everything you've got on her.

And you

..you need to be

brought back into

..the faith.

Still fighting the good fight?

My life is sh*t

with alcohol in the mix,

but not always great without it.

I'm trying to solve

the multiple m*rder

of the worst scum I can think of.

I've let so many people down.

You're doing an impossible job

and you're actually doing it

quite well.

Well, four men are dead.

Any drinks?

Erm, just a black Earl Grey, please.

Hmm?

No.

I thought I was ready to be back,

I'm ready for nothing.

Don't talk like that, Ray.

I think my therapist is right,

I'm letting old partners

creep back in.

Therapy traps you.

Holds you in your trauma.

If I'd continued therapy,

Lauren wouldn't be sitting here

today.

It's a difficult thing

to leave something behind,

even if it's caused you

the most pain.

She's been a lifebelt for me.

Sally, she's

she's all that's kept me afloat.

Has she f*ck!

Those people won't help you, Ray.

Look at me.

You say you want to know

who you are,

well, who you are

is the best man I have ever met.

And you need to set yourself free.

There's a look in their eyes,

you know?

Just for a beautiful split second.

When all their stupid vanity

stares them in the face

and laughs right back at them.

In exactly the same way

they laughed at others.

Where do you think

these delusions come from?

Is it ideas of grandeur?

I saw you with Lennox last night.

Ray Lennox is a client.

That's all.

When the person

who protects the monster,

who undermines

what you're trying to build,

they become the monster themselves.

And that person must be stopped.

I tidied up, Uncle Ray.

TV: '..a couple of injuries

in the squad'

Hoping it is better now.

TV: '..going to lose

the big lad up front'

The match is on telly,

shall we watch it together?

You should go home.

Thanks for tidying up.

But, Uncle Ray, what is it?

I just need my own space.

TV: '..fantastic atmosphere'

Are you sure you're OK?

You're not going a bit,

you know, like last time?

Just get the f*ck

you self-indulgent

little f*ck' clown!

f*ck off!

f*ck off!

Fraser

The f*ck do you want?

A wee word

about tomorrow's interviews.

Don't bother turning up.

I know men like you, Stark.

Look

We have to work together

whether one of us

gets the Chief Super job,

or neither of us do.

Oh, I know all about you.

The sex tape.

You filthy wee fox, churchy.

You're no slouch

in that department yourself.

Vice?

Where the f*ck do I begin?

'Harder.

Ooh, yeah. Come on.'

'Call me Iron Man.'

'Ooh, you're so strong, Iron Man.'

That was

'Harder.

Don't stop, don't stop!'

Where the f*ck did you get that?

'Big daddy.'

'Oh, yeah.'

A serious crime police officer

f*cking witnesses

to serious crimes cases.

Not divulging this interest

is not only a disgrace

..it's jail time.

All right, Drummond.

No-one needs to see those tapes.

I agree.

A pact.

If you get the Super job

..I'll transfer, quietly.

And if you get the Super job,

it'll be a f*cking pleasure

for me to transfer quietly.

Men like you, Stark,

you'll get yours.

Might be sooner than you think.

Ah, f*cking family,

they're all as bad as each other.

Armando?

Here you go, Vic.