02x06 - Episode 6

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Erskine's eyelids were removed.

What did he see?

He was housing a large collection

of ill*gal porn.

"Should auld acquaintance

be forgot?"

Norrie Erskine

worked at Adri House Hotel.

He was there at the same time

as Richie Gulliver, William Durie

and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins.

A student and Christmas cover.

She accused a group of guests

of sexually assaulting her.

Erskine was following someone.

His name is Victor Maslow.

But I've f*cking seen him!

I saw you with Lennox last night.

He's a client, that's all.

And that person must be stopped.

If we have two-tier policing,

democracy's f*cked!

Democracy is not our concern.

I was r*ped. I was ten.

And I was terrified.

There's nothing wrong

with being honest, son.

I'm not your son, Jock.

His interview is tomorrow.

At least pretended to give a sh*t

about this.

Armando?

There you go, Vic.

Thirty years I spent

cleaning offices doon at the Barnes.

Backbreaking work.

But we were a family.

Me and the other lasses

took a pride in what we did.

OK.

And now, Jock Allardyce will share

some memories with us.

I was at sea on the merchant fleet.

Then I ended up on the railways.

An honest living.

But I wasn't honest.

I cheated on my wife

and my best pal for 30 years.

Sneaking behind their backs.

All for a glance

a touch of the hand.

Afternoon delight

with my best pal's wife.

I'm not proud.

Worried what it would do

to her eldest boy.

He was sensitive, she said.

I resented him for that.

So I did a terrible thing.

We're together now,

but it's too late.

Her boy paid the price

for my actions.

I owe them the truth.

'Sometimes, there are days

that live forever,

'days that shape and define you

indelibly.

'When everything you've built

crashes to the ground.'

Looks like Lennox never showed.

Good for me. Two horse race.

Stallion Starkers

against the filly.

You are a pathetic, puerile

little man.

Do you really believe

you're promotion material?

Aye, Filly f*cking Nonsense.

SHE LAUGHS

Mind, I know all about

your bullshit, sister.

Ah, for f*ck's sake.

'Sometimes if you're being

honest with yourself,

'your biggest inspirations in life

are not the virtuous mentors,

'but the utter f*cked up

self-serving arseholes.

'For these are the pricks

you kicketh against.'

Detective Inspector Lennox,

obvious opening question.

What makes you want this job?

'When the whole gig is heading for

the rocks,

'there is a perverse pleasure in

steering towards them at high speed.

'It's the only empowerment

we have left.'

Well

Victor Maslow, born 10th June, 1995.

Grew up and attended school

in Muirhouse.

Worked for a period of time

cutting grass

for the council's recreation

department, ten years ago.

Now, he lost that job

after an accident that caused severe

nerve damage to his left arm,

for which he was hospitalised.

No mention of where and when

the accident took place.

No arrest record to speak of.

Maslow is dangerous,

and he could k*ll again.

Step it up.

'Good morning.

Welcome to Radio 11.

'It's 10:25 in the AM'

'We've got a great show coming up

for you this morning.

'Coming up'

"Rise, rebel, rise."

What the f*ck is this?

Armando's parents bought him it.

I think it's cool.

It was his 18th.

He's wanted one, like, forever.

Why do you think it's cool?

It's just really inspirational.

But what does it mean to you?

It's, er

..sticking it to the man.

People refusing to take any sh*t,

right?

We've become so disengaged

these days.

So Armando's still in bed?

What's he got in for breakfast?

We are agents of the state,

but what is that state?

Is it there to feed people,

to clothe them,

to provide them with homes,

financial

and employment opportunities?

No. The state used to do

these things,

this was the post-w*r settlement,

and modern democracy was founded

on that balance

between people and money, but now,

politicians are entertainers

with media to distract us,

while they build fiefdoms

and palaces

for a smaller and smaller elite,

looting the taxpayer's purse

at will.

And this is a society

that you want me to police?

My partner was m*rder*d.

Yes, he had

problems,

but how did we get there, eh?

Under my watch, that won't happen.

I can make a difference.

Get our clean-up rates

the highest in Britain,

modernise the force.

We have to be the best of ourselves.

We call ourselves

the Police Service,

but who do we serve?

What is the law?

Who does the law

that we enforce benefit?

We're there to protect the property

and the bourgeoisie.

The desk-bound, I mean,

what do they actually do?

Shuffle papers and get in the road.

A street police presence

reassures the public.

We don't want police officers

charging round the streets.

We have cameras everywhere.

We need cops who are tech-savvy,

who can crunch data,

who don't bring emotions

into police work.

Sometimes here in Serious Crime,

we get to pursue

the real bad b*stards -

the paedos, the rapists, the abusers

who prey on those weaker,

and all of a sudden,

our work has a real moral calling.

I've learned so much from DI Lennox.

But can you really police if you

don't sort out your emotional life?

Leave that stuff at home.

Don't let it get in the way.

Be professional.

They used to call me Ironman

when I was in Vice

after the superhero -

millionaire playboy Tony Stark.

Well, they called me that because

I got

..results.

To deploy IT imaginatively

but with respect

for citizens' rights.

To support officers

suffering from stress and burn-out.

To increase diversity and to make

the force a safer place for women.

It's f*cking consumerism.

A struggle to put food on the table,

reduced to a rich kid's toys.

What's a poster like this doing in

a rich man's shag palace?

He's got a Lenin one

in the bedroom, too.

Should've seen his face

when he unwrapped it.

It cost over a grand.

Do you even know who Lenin is?

Lexi, who is Lenin?

'Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov,

better known as Vladimir Lenin,

'was a Russian revolutionary,

politician and political theorist.'

I do now.

Look, Armando's parents

have paid for it

and we're the ones being inspired.

Political action right there.

Cocooned in a bourgeois property

during a devastating

cost-of-living crisis.

While the richest 5% of the

population are getting richer still.

Keep k*ll, Vic.

Do you want some breakfast, Vic?

RAY: Let me explain.

I don't want this job.

I just came here to,

to testify to you all.

It's people like you who have

presided over the decline

in the police.

How could I work with you?

I don't want this job.

Wait, Ray, stop. Stop.

What the hell is going on

with the men in your department?

I know that the Erskine mur

Homicide!

..affected all of us very deeply,

but please

..think about your future.

I'm sorry, boss,

I've wasted your time.

But you are wasting

a lot of people's time.

I know, in different ways,

you've all been able

to make your peace with this.

Good on you. Sadly

..I can't anymore.

The truth is

..I was never really here.

We are the kamikaze pilots

of social change,

so let's crash that plane.

It's the one thing we can do,

it's the ultimate sacrifice,

wouldn't you say? Fraser?

That's all well and good, man,

but that sofa's sh*t to sleep on.

It will all be all right in the end,

Vic.

Come on, you lazy git.

I've made you a cup of tea.

How the f*ck has it come to this?

You've achieved so much

for this city.

Why?! Why sh*t the bed?

I'm sorry, Bob.

I told you be my Cantona.

Well, you've done it now.

You wandered away

..just like him.

I wouldnae have had any career

at all without you, boss.

You gave me a longer leash

than I deserved.

I must be demented.

But working with you

is, perversely, the thing

I'll miss most about this job.

People don't understand

..how hard it is,

this job that we do.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Drop the disciplinary charges

against Struthers.

He needs to grow up

in a forgiven organisation

full of folks

who ken what it's like to be

to be human.

'Struthers.'

Struthers, come into my office.

I always did let you get away

with f*cking mur

Homicide.

f*cking homicide.

I have been trying to show you that

this is how most people

live their lives in fear.

Fear of never having enough to eat,

fear the polis will wipe them out

at any moment,

fear of never escaping the sh*thole

into which they were born.

But Armando

..you k*lled him.

This is everything we spoke about,

Fraser.

Revolution. Inequality.

Righting wrongs.

He was our friend.

He paid lip service

to our objectives.

There are real people out there

with no roof over their heads,

and all the while,

this privileged prick is

WAS being bankrolled

by Mummy and Daddy.

You're mental.

Why would you do something

like that?

Have you not been listening

to anything I've said?

I need a piss.

Well, obviously, I locked the door.

This man

is a f*cking freedom fighter.

This is no longer a place

for real polis.

You really tell them to ram it up

their holes?

Then f*cking quit?

Ray?

Not in those exact words,

but it was pretty much the message,

aye.

Erm, was it?

Was it me?

Erm Was it something I did?

No. No, Amanda, it wisnae you.

I guess

I guess it makes things

less complicated.

Sally?

Not like you to call me.

Is everything all right?

Come and see me, Ray.

We need to talk.

Er OK. I'm on my way.

I need to go.

Ray.

It's open.

Hello, Ray.

My mum and dad,

they'll be looking for me.

I said I'd ring them first thing.

I'll let you into a little secret.

I f*cking hate your uncle.

You don't even know him.

Oh, Fraser, I know him.

And I know you.

He is a servant of the state.

And you're a joyrider.

I know that in ten years' time,

you'll be your mother.

Pushing paper round a desk,

dressed in a pinstripe suit,

driving a Range Rover Evoque.

H-How do you know about Mum?

Just like your performance.

You play at being liberated

and progressive.

Do you know how f*cking stupid

you look?

Too immature to understand

the logical conclusions

of anything you say.

I do. I'm not them.

You've always taught us to oppose

the f*cking stilted

bourgeois conditioning.

You can't give up on us now.

For f*ck's sake.

Vic!

Amanda, look.

This is the woman

who made the r*pe complaint

to senior management at Adre House.

That's her there.

I don't believe it.

Erm Get hold of Ray. Now.

Amanda?

Now!

Probably taken about

ten minutes before the bells.

The night my life changed.

Why are you dressed like this?

Isn't this what men see

when they look at a woman?

Not all men.

Would you like to think that, Ray?

Consider the strength

and size of the men,

that inevitable inequality.

An empath like you will always

think you're different, but

..is it not true to say that

..every man who lies on my couch

is a beast?

Why am I here, Sally?

I'm worried about you, Ray.

You're on the same path I was on.

What do you mean?

The desire to

..wreak revenge is overwhelming,

but it's unsatisfying and reductive.

All it does

..turns in you into

what you fear the most.

Which is what?

You and Victor Maslow

are fascinating case studies.

Both wallowing a victimhood,

displaying narcissistic traits,

both defined

by great revenge narratives.

You're not so far apart.

Maslow sat there and told me

how he acted on his vengeance,

he couldn't stop telling me

about it.

It fuelled him.

He loved it.

It defined him.

Tell me about Maslow.

Injured in an accident

doing a favour for an uncaring man.

He lost his job.

During months of recuperation,

his resentment grew.

Revenge fantasies are common

for victims of trauma.

It's about redressing the balance,

but

his sense of injustice

..at what he lost

..tipped that balance.

He m*rder*d that man

and told me every detail.

Of course, I should've involved

the police, but

..then he told me the man's name.

Piggott-Wilkins.

The father.

Then, in an instant

I was back in that room.

Two men r*ped me.

One held me down,

the other watched.

And didn't have the courage

to stop it.

And there on my couch

was vengeance.

Opportunity, Ray.

Hello, Amanda.

Sally.

Sally.

I was pinned down.

They were

..brutal.

Egging each other on,

one after the other.

Gulliver was the most violent.

I thought

seeing their fear as I

as I took their

lives would be cathartic.

But that wisnae the case?

I spent so long

..trying to be somebody,

trying to

..trying to

..achieve something.

And now it's over.

My crimes have

hollowed me out,

just like their crimes did.

But why now?

What made you k*ll these men now?

They never left me

..that night, and

And then Maslow was in my life.

A man for whom vengeance

was his biggest thrill, and I

I needed to be avenged,

but each time I was

a little more of me died.

I understand.

I do.

How?

You're

a little like those men, Amanda.

So careless with sex.

It's facile communication for you,

it's just a physical need.

Where is Maslow?

I don't know.

I know he's not finished yet.

He'll come for you, Ray.

I hope you can stop him.

Sally, you can tell your story.

I'll make sure, I'll make sure

that people'll listen.

No!

Call it in.

I really do like you two.

You might still be useful.

But you have to know, sacrifice,

it

it's not just a word.

You need to feel

like an outcast from society.

I planned to take your life.

But I won't do that. I won't.

I think

I think I'll

I think I'll take your hand, Fraser.

And your interest

in identity politics

is about to become

less abstract.

When you lose your hand, you'll

have a real, visible identity

as an amputee.

Such social currency in your circle.

Sally?

No.

It's Ray Lennox.

It's your favourite uncle.

Uncle Ray?

'Help. He says he's gonna

cut my hand off.'

He's already k*lled Armando!

Uncle Ray, he's mental, please

The bowling green near the flats

on Balmakeith Drive.

'Come alone

'or Fraser will lose more

than just his hand.'

It's too f*cking hot!

Can you turn off

the f*cking radiator?

I don't have

an answer for that.

Is there something?

Shut the f*ck up!

'Uncle Ray. I can see you.'

Maslow, what the f*ck?

'Well done. You came alone.

'51. Flat 5.

'Come on up. Alone.'

Uncle Ray's on his way up.

Go and let him in.

And come back.

Or he'll end up just like Armando.

It's OK, it's OK. Where is he?

Just through there.

Come on in, Uncle Ray.

OK, let him go.

I know all about you.

You'd be amazed how much

Sally has said.

Sally's dead.

She manipulated us both.

What are you talking about?

You're a psychopath.

Hiding behind ideology.

Acting out

a petty personal vengeance.

You're no social justice crusader,

you just like k*lling people.

You chose the state,

you would say that.

Enemy of the people

that you protect.

What you gonna do, disembowel all

the public schoolboys in the land?

I would love that level of ambition.

If you'd seen the things

that I'd seen.

Real people, real victims.

Working people already f*cked over

by a hideous, terrorising system

that you purport to detest.

Social justice, my f*cking arse!

A cop, a servant of the state,

talking about social justice?

Has your vengeance woken the world

up? It's just destroyed more lives.

It's k*lled Sally.

f*ck you!

I take his hand or

I take his throat, it's your choice!

What do you say?

Drew Busby.

Who?

Drew Busby.

A Weegie,

and one of the last to play

for the now defunct Third Lanark.

Signed from Airdrie as a striker.

Had a prolific partnership there

with Drew Jarvie.

Converted to a midfield enforcer

at Hearts.

Fan favourite.

Still managed 55 goals

What?

..fae 178 appearances.

You f*cking scumbag!

You're one of the same

f*cking crew as them.

Suspect apprehended, Flat 5,

51 Balmakeith Drive, Southside.

He could have k*lled us.

I'm sorry, Uncle Ray.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Let's get you home.

Celeste.

Yeah.

Sorry, do I know you?

Erm, not really.

I mean, I work with Gill, so

Oh. She sent you?

No, er, I actually don't know

what happened between you both,

but I always think

if you really care about each other,

then most things

can be talked through.

No chance, she crossed a line.

You know, Gill's really cut up

about all this?

Oh, yeah?

Has she thought about how I felt,

walking in to find her

shagging that Struthers creep?

It's over.

What the actual f*ck

is going on with you two?

It It's not like it seems.

You said you were a virgin.

And you said you were a l*sbian.

I am! I am!

I mean, I was. I mean, she

she taught me, it was for you.

What?

Well, it's, er

See, as ridiculous as that sounds,

it really was for you.

He just He wanted to impress you.

I'm sorry.

Er, look, look, be angry at me.

I'm your mate, me.

I should never have done it,

right, but please, all our sakes,

you've gotta give him a chance,

please.

Well, Amanda, congratulations.

The job is yours.

Thank you, Bob.

It's been a rapid rise, I know,

but I want you to

But in recognition

of this rapid rise

and your relative inexperience

..there will be

an initial job-share element.

I'm sorry, I don't

We found an experienced man

for you to learn from.

It'll be good for you, Amanda.

Where is he?

He's OK, he's fine. He's upstairs.

Right.

We've both had our eye

off the ball here, Jack.

This family's fallen apart

these past few weeks,

but we're gonna fix it, OK?

I don't care that you've got

a girlfriend, Jack,

and I don't care that Frase

thinks he's David Bowie.

I don't care that you think

you've outgrown me.

You're still the people that I wanna

be with most in this world.

My beautiful boy.

I'm OK, Mum, I'm I'm fine.

Hey.

Ooh!

Thanks for bringing him home, Ray.

Ray.

A word.

I got you a wee gift.

Boss.

You've been exceptional for me, Ray.

Ah, ya b*stard.

Look after it.

They're company, you know.

Well, thank you, boss.

I Oh, ya b*stard.

Yeah.

..appreciate it.

Whatever you do

..live your life, Ray.

It goes so quick.

It goes so quick.

Ray.

Congratulations. Never in doubt.

Yeah, after you pulled out.

And it's a job share.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Like somebody who's been given

a great opportunity?

What will the likes of Stark think?

That I'm a daft, wee lassie

that's been feather-bedded in

for political reasons?

What sort of respect am I gonna get?

Respect you have to earn.

But you will.

We f*cked things up a bit, eh?

I wanted to say goodbye properly.

No, I didn't. I wanted to say

..you don't have to go.

I'm losing my best officer.

I was never yours to lose.

See you on Monday.

SNIFFS

Dad would'ae approved, right?

I thought Mum should be here.

No.

Right. Together as a family, right?

Ray.

You need to speak to Jock

about that day.

What day?

You know what day, son.

How could I have not known?

He wants to speak to me

about something now

that happened 40 years ago?

Wh-What could he possibly say?

He saw some men

hanging around that day.

And he

..saw you come out in the tunnel.

He recognised one of them,

and he'd heard the rumours.

What was Jock doing there?

He was coming back from seeing me.

And he knew that people

would ask questions, so

..so he just said nothing.

I'm sorry about what I've said.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Mum.

It's all right. I love you.

"Raymond, I'm writing to tell you

what I know now.

"I wish I could tell you

that this hurt goes away,

"but it's not been

as simple as that, pal.

"At times, you'll feel ashamed,

angry, guilty.

"You'll learn that not all monsters

lurk in tunnels,

"and sometimes, you'll feel things

you have no words for.

"I'm here to tell you that

you don't have to rage and blame

"and point fingers at others

and yourself.

"You can throw off

that cloak of shame.

"You need to know

that this was not your fault.

"You deserve love,

and you can love yourself.

"Hold my hand, look in the mirror

"and see the beautiful boy

that you are.

"You contain multitudes."

'My name is Ray, and I'm an addict.

'I've displaced my life for 40 years

hiding from who I am

'..hiding from what's made me.'

Power of the group's

what keeps you safe.

But life isn't safe.

Life's a challenge

that has to be faced.

Now I have to leave it all behind

because it's time to heal myself

and move on.

I choose life.