01x06 - Episode 6

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WOMAN: It's your dad's funeral

tomorrow.

Were you and him close?

Tell me about him.

Your dad.

Football.

That was his first love.

1986.

The day that Hearts bottled it.

At Dens Park.

Me and Les were

You and Les.

Aye.

It was, er

It was the day before the match.

Gi' us a gam, then.

Dinnae be a f*cking tease. No.

Why no? You said Come on!

I said no!

Dinnae be a f*cking lesbo!

Get off me! Les!

f*ck are you doing, man?

WOMAN: 'Sorry, what's a "gam"?'

Fellatio.

What do you think made him

so aggressive?

Fuelled by shame, I suppose.

It's always the shame.

What happened

..that time in the tunnel.

What tunnel?

You believe that violence

is fuelled by shame?

Where else can it come fae?

HE SIGHS

He changed.

Les.

Before

..he was just a kid.

Playful

..happy.

Turned him into a bully.

HE SNIFFLES

These notepads seem popular.

I suppose so.

Where'd you get them?

Probably some

stationery trade catalogue.

Almost everything I say or do

ends up in these pages.

This tunnel,

is it something you want?

No.

No, I-I cannae talk about that

right now.

Another time maybe, yeah?

It turned Les into a bully.

What about you?

What did you become?

A cop who has to get back to work.

Is that all?

Les, what the f*ck are you doing?

'We all get glimpses,

little fragments of memory,

'indicating how a life

went up in flames.'

Die, you b*stard!

DOOR UNLOCKS

What's this we're getting now?

He does them compulsively.

50 push-up, 50 sit-ups.

Rarely stops.

Fitness junkie.

Is he ex-forces?

No, just the TA.

Classic finishing school

for inadequate perverts.

I used to be in the Terries.

Anyway, I've been going through

some old photos.

Turns out he's an ex fat boy.

Obviously bullied.

Well, you can't say that for sure.

No, no, no. Fat boys are there

to either bully or be bullied.

Sole purpose.

Thank you for that.

And then he's found some exercise

and diet plan -

raw meat, seeds, all that pish -

just about the time the bairns

started to vanish.

What are you saying?

Well, I'm not suggesting

that the diet turned him into

a nonce kidnapper,

but it's just a signifier

that he was getting ready

to wreak his revenge on the world.

Revenge for what?

For being a fat prick.

Fat boys are fat inside.

It doesn't matter

how much coral reef they shed.

And I ken how to hurt fat boys.

We've been going through his laptop,

but so far, there's nothing.

Not even porn sites.

Well, that's concerning.

Sex offenders

are generally unimaginative.

I mean, if he's constructing

his scenarios

from imaginative space, then that's

both novel and it's worrying.

It's not possible

that anyone could do

all that meticulous planning

inside their head, is it?

Of course, the yellow notebooks.

It's in the yellow notebooks,

all the planning. If we find them,

we find out what happened

to all those missing girls.

GARETH: Lovely morning.

Are you feeling better?

I was a little under the weather

yesterday.

That's putting it mildly.

Raymond Lennox,

master of the understatement.

The, erm, planning,

the-the-the dossiers you mentioned,

you've written it all down,

haven't you?

Where are they?

You'll find out soon enough.

But I assure you,

I am very meticulous.

Can you tell us where?

Sorry, DS Drummond,

but I'm not happy talking to a lass

unless I've got my hands

around her throat.

And then I become more

..expansive.

DS Drummond

leaving the interview room.

DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS

Of course.

Are these the kind of games

you played with your ex-wife?

These are obviously the kind of

games you play with your girlfriend.

How are you fixed for some squash?

Tomorrow lunchtime?

I've got a funeral tomorrow.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Anyone close?

Look, I know you and Estelle are -

or rather were - good friends.

You knew we were having,

I suppose you'd call it, an affair.

Ugh!

Yeah, but at least Estelle

had the decency to resign,

which is exactly what you should do!

You are a menace

to every single woman

in this office!

Yeah, that's right.

You're a f*cking pish!

Arsehole!

You make our lives a f*cking misery!

You see this? This is what happens

when you turn a blind eye.

WOMAN: Well done.

WOMAN: Can't tell you how many times

he's made me uncomfortable.

The ex, Mrs Horsburgh,

is she still around?

Yeah, same house, Headingly.

She was interviewed

as soon as we got word

you'd arrested him.

All mundane stuff, though.

Yeah, no kidding me.

Too many unanswered questions.

Ken, can you fix it

for me to meet her?

Tricky.

Yeah, I'll check her out, Ray.

Thanks.

Amanda! Amanda!

Hey, erm, I was just wondering,

could you ask Ray

if I could come down to Leeds

with you?

I just think it'd be

a really good experience.

Sorry, Peter Inglis is off sick,

so you're gonna have to work with

the IT expert

on Confectioner's laptop.

Oh, OK.

Here she is now. Sophie.

Sophie, Stuart, will look after you.

Won't you?

Yeah.

Hi, Stuart.

Hey.

Erm, yeah, come with me

and we'll get you settled in.

Hiya, Ray.

Ken. How you doing?

I'm all right. And who's this?

DS Drummond. Amanda.

Ken Custer.

Feel free to get all

the last stand jokes out of the way.

Like I said,

she is prepared to meet,

but she ain't too chuffed about it,

so you might have to

All right, Ken? Hey, how did

your Tinder date go last night?

Er, yeah, it went all right,

as it happens.

Seeing her again on Thursday.

So we have the prospect of a

Custer-f*ck? Yeah?

Battle of Little Bighorn!

THEY LAUGH

I'll do the introductions,

then let you get on with it,

all right?

Erm, I divorced Gareth Horsburgh

years ago.

We're strangers to each other now.

Probably always were.

How was it when you were together?

Er, what do you expect me to say?

He was a boring, OCD civil servant.

There must have been

something about him, in your eyes.

Erm he wasn't

my previous boyfriend.

He wasn't an impulsive,

unstable drug addict,

so it was just a kind of classic

rebound scenario.

Did you instigate the split?

Yes.

How was he about it?

He was, erm

Yeah, he barely batted an eyelid,

actually. It was very humiliating.

He even helped me pack.

What was your sex life like

together?

I have spoken about this before.

We're sorry for the repetition,

but your husband kidnapped

and m*rder*d several, possibly many,

girls and young women.

My ex-husband

of nearly 20 years ago.

Just when the girls

started to go missing.

What kind of sex did he like to have

with you? Describe it.

He l

He liked it when I was on top.

Really? A man whose prey profile

is younger, vulnerable women,

whose mentality

is stalk and take c*ptive,

voluntarily cedes power to a woman

in that way?

You must be hard as nails.

No.

But he was always

like he was somewhere else.

So yeah, very distant.

But you've met him.

Yes. Why?

So you've seen how he looks

at women,

especially the pretty ones.

Did he have any problems

getting it up? A malformation?

Why is this relevant?

How a sex offender

approaches intercourse

can tell us a lot about his crimes

and his motivations.

This information

could become invaluable in court,

but before we even get there,

I need to charge him

with the deaths of what I estimate

to be at least 15 young lasses.

15?

You were admitted to hospital

on November the 3rd 2006,

February 23rd 2007 with injuries

consistent with strangulation -

marks to your neck,

eyelids haemorrhaged.

You said to police then

that he liked to practise

auto-asphyxiation on you.

It was the only way that

..you know, it would make him hard.

I didn't realise that he would

DOOR OPENS

Oh, there was a young guy

hanging around the stair.

I'm off duty, and that's not

my department, but I'll

He was looking through

your letterbox.

I didn't see much else.

He'd a hat and a hoodie.

Stu, Sophie, what's happening?

Did you find anything on the laptop?

There's nothing on it, Ray.

No notes, no pictures, no indication

that anything's been erased.

Must be a second laptop,

or a den with a PC.

Stu

Thanks, guys.

Keep at it.

See you tomorrow.

Sure.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR CLOSES

Ray.

Erm

..can I ask you something?

Aye.

About that new lassie, eh, Sophie?

No.

RAY CHUCKLES

Right, well, aye.

How did you know?

Well, I mean,

she's fit as a butcher's dog

and you're a young guy with a pulse,

and we're detectives.

It's just, I, erm

Look, you've had a lot of experience

with women, right?

Well, I've had

enough serious relationships

and a few flings.

You know, I, erm

I just get so shy when I'm around

someone I really like.

Right.

You must think I'm weird.

No. There's You know,

there's many paths up a mountain.

And maybe

you're over-thinking things.

Listen, I know this isnae

what you want to hear,

but having a girlfriend

isnae the be all and end all,

let me f*cking tell you.

Just

Just be yourself.

Right.

'It's his funeral this afternoon.'

He was ill for so long, it was like

he was already in the spirit world.

You mentioned Dundee last time.

A football match.

Aye.

May, 1986.

CHANTING

'I was with my mates.

'Hearts had gone

27 games undefeated,

'and now, on the very last day

of the season,'

we were playing for the championship

in Dundee.

I mean, all we needed

was to not lose.

In fact, we could even afford

a narrow loss

'and still lift the flag.

'I suddenly felt guilty

I wasn't there with my dad.

'All those games he'd taken me to

as a kid.

'It was meant to be

the coronation of champions,

'but it all fell apart.

'Dundee scored twice

in the last seven minutes.

'Albert Kidd.

'Albert Kidd.

'My dad couldnae take it.

'I didn't even see him fall.

'Laid out on the pitch.

'I thought he was dead.

'It really was one of those

'things'll never

be the same again moments.

'My dad went from being

the big, strong man

'who worked on the railways

to frail, scared and old.'

In a few minutes, the world changed.

What do you mean?

It was the moment.

Like the

..crushing of the striking miners

by the British state at Orgreave.

Rangers and Celtic

had been challenged

by Aberdeen and Dundee United,

and now Hearts.

Well, they'd spent

to ensure that never happened again.

The flag was now purely

to be purchased,

with no clubs outside of Glasgow

having the cash to do this.

So it was emblematic of the primacy

of money over everything?

Aye.

The neoliberal order.

Football, music,

politics and people.

All just commodities

to be bought and sold.

And I've been very busy since.

You seem to strongly identify

with the victims of sexual abuse.

Well, it's my job.

Is it not your job to apprehend

the perpetrators of sex abuse?

Aye.

They aren't the same thing.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not

judging you negatively for caring.

Why do you do your job?

I have boundaries in my role

..like you do in yours.

That's our hour done.

Yeah.

I should say goodbye to Dad.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I've got a new job,

here in Auld Reekie.

Thought I'd pop by.

Great.

How do you know where I live?

I just asked around.

Asked around?

Who did you ask around, Keith?

I thought we might

Yeah, I'm not that person any more.

Think you owe me a conversation

at least.

Can't just forget it, Amanda.

Don't push me, Keith.

Leave Edinburgh.

I'm not Leave your new job.

Come near me again

and I will f*ck you up.

I will f*cking k*ll you.

Do you hear me?

I will f*cking k*ll you!

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, Ray, my wee brother,

you know I've always loved you.

Oh!

Oh!

Come in.

No, no. I'm just gonnae, er

I'm just gonnae go for a wander.

What?

At least come and say hello to Mum.

I just need a bit of time alone, eh?

Oh, Ray!

Oh, my poor wee darling Raymondo.

It's OK, pal.

It's OK.

I'm just, er

I'll see you later, eh?

Here, if you're gonna exit

the freak show,

at least give us a f*cking heads-up

so I can join you, eh?

I'll have what he's got.

Thought you were AA.

NA.

It's like AA minus God

with more creative types.

My AA branch

was full of old jakeballs

who literally had nothing in life

bar peeve.

I mean,

why wouldn't you get wrecked?

So, how goes?

Do you ever get the feeling

everything in life

is totally and irredeemably f*cked?

Every time a casting director

tells me,

"Sorry, you're not quite right

for this part."

So, er, yeah,

about three times a week.

Cheers.

Oh, aye.

BOTH: Fancy a wee line of ching?

THEY CHUCKLE

Clear out of Dad's house

was embarrassing.

Found Dad's porn stash.

Thing is, poor old f*ck

was probably using the porn

to get a root on. Told me he wasnae

able to get it up for years.

That's beyond sh*t. Poor b*stard.

My c*ck wouldnae feel right without

an orifice wrapped around it.

Ah. We'd better nash.

Relax.

My mate's a driver.

He'll take us straight there.

I'll give him a call.

We should go with the official cars.

Oh, f*ck that boring

ceremonial shite, all right?

I reserve the right to go my way,

rather than through conventions

deemed acceptable by society

Aye.

..guys.

Where are they?

Where are my boys?

They're on their way.

Stuart just texted.

Oh, here's Les,

your mind of Ray's old pal.

Hi, Jackie. Mrs Lennox.

Where's Raymie?

I wish I knew, Len.

I wish I knew.

Why don't we take you inside?

All right?

Mmm.

Gah.

We're cool. This sh*t's good.

Got it from the big man.

f*ck me, you're an annoying

little c**t, but I love you.

HE SNIFFS

f*ck me.

SNIFFING Ooh.

Are you two doing cocaine?

Der Trudemeister. Fancy a wee bump?

No.

ORGAN MUSIC

PLAYS QUIETLY

ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS

Welcome.

We are gathered here

to mourn the passing

of John McNeil Lennox,

loving husband of Avril,

father of Jacqueline,

Raymond and Stuart,

grandad of Fraser and Murdo.

John was a family man who knew that

family and close relationships

were harbours of trust and loyalty.

Essential sanctuaries in a cruel,

turbulent sea of lies and treachery.

GENTLE WEEPING

AVRIL: 'Uncle Jock's

just using the toilet.'

STEAM IRON HISSES

All right, Ma.

f*ck.

f*ck's sake, Raymie,

thanks for leaving me

to talk to every w*nk*r

rattled out of my nut on coke!

What's going on?

Are you not gonna talk to Mum?

Keep her the f*ck away from me!

Eh? What?

Raymond, listen, I

Ray!

Trudi

The f*ck's going on

with you and your mum?

It's your dad's funeral.

Exactly.

She kens. What are youse

even doing here, you sick b*stards?!

What the f*ck is going on?

That's our ma

and our dad's best mate!

I ken who the f*cking creeps are!

Eh? You still using the toilet,

Uncle Jock, eh?

Eh?!

Ray!

I'll go.

Youse see to your ma, eh?

It's all down to me.

THE CHILDREN LAUGH

Mind when I got huckled

at Haymarket nick

for rowing at Tynie?

That was excruciating.

My mate pulled

for a football pagger.

Aye.

You ended up a cop,

me a football thug.

Definitely got the worst

of that deal.

You have to let this go.

The tunnel.

I mean, you had it worse than me,

but cannae get past it.

It f*cked me up for years, Ray.

Got lifted all the time at football.

The reason I became a cop

was to find those b*stards.

I wanted access

to the sex offenders databases.

I've been scouring them mugshots

for years.

Did you find them?

No.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

I havenae found them.

I'm stuck.

How do you get past it?

By investing in something

that means more to me

than my own life. Huh?

You got a nice girl back there.

Let it go.

Come on, mate.

Come back, huh?

Come back.

Just give me a few minutes, eh?

Aye.

HE SCREAMS

Ray! Ray!

Ray!

Raymie, for f*ck's sake, man!

We need to get him to a hospital.

Oh, baby, what have you done?

Right

OK?

Hey.

You need to take one of these

for the pain,

one of these for the anxiety

I need to go to work.

No.

There you go.

There you go. All you need to do now

is go to sleep.

HE SNIFFLES

C C C

Confectioner, he he

..he never asked me.

He never

Asked you what?

Why. Asked me why.

You just need to sleep, Ray.

We can talk about it all later.

They got me.

I mean, not like they got Les,

but they got me.

I got away.

They got me.

HE CRIES

Where's Lennox?

On leave.

Huh.

First he was away,

now it's leave.

I didn't think I'd break him

so soon.

It's bereavement leave.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Well, it must be somebody close

if he's forgoing our little bouts.

So, you have no knowledge

of where you were

on April the 5th 2011

when Claire Gorman vanished?

First, they send in

a green young man

who needs a good feed

and a bit of rumpy-pumpy,

and now they expect me to tell all

to an irrelevant bull d*ke.

You have no recollection

of where you were

on the 5th of April 2011?

Does this ring any bells?

Claire Gorman.

She was strangled

with her own tights.

Does it give you, er, ideas

for your lesbo group activities?

Look at it.

Claire Gorman.

She was a living,

breathing human being.

You look at it and tell me -

and be honest -

would you f*ck her?

Eh?

BEEP, BUZZER

Masturbation injury?

Oh, sorry, you're probably not

in t'mood for jokes now, are you?

A funeral, I'm hearing.

I'm sure you wish me

as little distress as possible.

Where are the yellow notepads?

I have to confess

..to being a little hurt.

Really? Why?

Because you missed

my first starring appearance

on CCTV camera in Edinburgh.

Did I?

HE SNIFFLES

Did you hear that, DS Drummond?

That's the sound of your partner

squirming inside.

Is that what you hear, aye?

Sticks out a mile.

Your sinuses are jammed,

probably with cocaine

..the hangover fear

is crushing your bones,

and your piano-wire nerves

are stretched to breaking point.

You need days of sleep.

HE SNIFFLES

How did I miss your first

starring appearance on CCTV?

HE SIGHS

The night before I took her,

when she went with her mam

and her sister

to that grotty fast food place

Yeah, so what?

Well, it were easy to distract 'em.

'Tess were out of action

t'next day.'

SHE VOMITS

All right, darling? OK, sweetheart?

'So guess who had to walk to school

on her own the following morning.'

Shabby police work, Lennox.

Not thinking

to check the CCTV footage

from t'night before

her disappearance.

What kind of avenging angel are you?

Why Britney?

Why did it have to be her?

She was of no consequence.

If it weren't her,

it would've been somebody else.

I think

..that we've both experienced

a-a darkness

..that's consumed us.

I think it defines our lives,

you and me.

No.

Once the beast

gets his claws into you,

that's it, game over.

You burn with shame.

We are the same.

We just have

different coping mechanisms.

I can smell it off you.

A wretched, rotten, vile stench.

Got it all worked out,

haven't you, huh?

Eh?

SLAMS CHAIR DOWN

You've even got your wee philosophy

to justify your crimes, eh?

You replay it in your mind

over and over.

Do you fantasise

about your ab*ser hmm?

Don't tell me you don't get

that twinge in your ba*ls

and feel the blood surge

into your c*ck.

And so you have to

..obliterate the memory, don't you,

with drink and drugs

and

..crime?

Is that what you think?

It's what I know.

And so do you.

I know what you want.

What do I want?

You want freedom.

You want the beast to let go.

You're living a half life, Lennox.

Searching for salvation.

There's no joy for you, is there?

When you're pumping

your girlfriend Trudi, is it?

..you're not really there, are you?

Are you? You're back with him,

feeling his touch on you.

And that's what gets you off,

in't it?

I'm not you.

Men like us, Ray,

we live in shame.

HE SNIFFLES

We're not the same.

And the only way

Ray

..to deal with it

is to seize back control.

Face it.

Face the beast.

Come on.

Come on.

Let it go. Just let it go.

Argh!

Uh!

That's it, that's it.

Just-just-just-just feel the shame,

Ray. Wallow in it.

Wallow on it.

Go on, let it take over you.

That's it, that's it.

That's it.

RAY SOBS

Once the beast's got his claw

into you, you're dead.

You look alive, but you might

as well be six feet under, eh?

Locked in there forever.

Buried alive.

HE SNIFFLES

Little Francesca Allen

..did you know it was her birthday

when I took her?

Course you did.

She still had, erm

..frosting on her lips.

She's out at Moseley Bog.

Alison Sturbridge

..she's at t'bottom

of Egerton Quarry.

DRUMMOND: You k*lled them?

Course I did. I k*lled them all.

Nula Andrews? Stacey Earnshaw?

Britney Hamil? Claire Gorman?

Hazel Lloyd?

There were 15 in total.

But at least I set 'em free.

I might've kidnapped the bodies,

but

..I set their souls free.

I didn't keep 'em alive

..so they could suffer the shame

and the indignity

that you go through

every f*cking day.

TWO BEEPS

You know, you're wrong.

All this sh*t in your head,

in my head,

in the heads of

..of everyone out there.

It doesnae matter a f*ck.

Only weak fools

succumb to negative impulses.

The only thing that matters

is how you behave

..and the choices that you make.

And you have made

..weakling's choices, Gareth.

And now you're about to face

the consequences of those.

You're on, Dougie.

We're deep in stoppage time.

You two, get to f*ck!

You can't!

We're meant to be the good guys!

You watch

how a real policeman works.

I want a lawyer!

f*ck off!

I'll give you a f*cking lawyer!

You'll get the same

that Britney Hamil got!

This is your f*cking lawyer!

You have to put a stop to this.

'Argh!'

'Die, b*stard!

'b*stard Confectioner!'

Argh!

Argh!

HE SCREAMS AND CHOKES

Nice work, Ray.

FAINT SCREAMING

Now, you go home.

I tried, Bob.

I tried to save those lasses.

Not another word!

You're on leave till further notice.

FAINT SCREAMING

Now, go!

FAINT STRUGGLING

DOOR CLOSES

HE GASPS

TRUDI: 'Is everything OK?'

No. But better than it could be, eh?

'Once you've stared evil

in the face, there's no coming back.

'You're standing in darkness

and the walls close in.

'Those walls of terror.'