02x01 - Episode 1

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

I wanna drink this f*cking city dry.

You two are gonna be partners.

You're suggesting Britney is dead

at the hands of a serial k*ller

already in prison?

Father is dead. Had a heart attack.

I ken who the f*cking creeps are!

You still using the toilet,

Uncle Jock?

Ray Lennox?

My 11 o'clock appointment, right?

I'm Sally Hart.

I'm meant to spill

my darkest, deepest secrets

and we work through them?

No, it's for you to decide what

you feel comfortable talking about.

Now, you go home.

You're on leave till further notice.

Fear, the basic human emotion

that tells us

whether to fight or run away.

It's good to face up to your fears.

However, doing so

doesn't guarantee success.

If it did,

it wouldn't be such a big deal.

But facing your fear

is not the same

as conquering the b*stard.

No,

that's a different thing entirely.

We all have to get on with it.

We must opt to live.

'One of the great things

about this country

'is how we just love a comeback kid.

'I went as low as it's possible

for one to go.

'The only way from there

is back up.'

'How low are we talking?'

'Well, erm,

let's not rake over old coals.

'The good citizens of

Henley-upon-Thames have entrusted me

'to represent them

in the mother of all parliaments.'

'And your views have changed?'

'Yes, people know who I am,

that I have nothing to hide.

'And, Jacinda,

in Parliament, I represent them,

'and that's what matters

to the people of this country.

'Real people don't care

about personal pronouns

'and positive discrimination.

'They want food on the table,

fire in the grate,

'and a job that won't be snatched

'by someone with no associations

with this great country.'

'Are you talking

about refugees again?'

'Well, let's call them

what they are.

'Immigrants.

Can you believe I used to think

'we should send them back home

to where they came from?'

'So, that's changed?'

'Yes.

'Let's make use of them.

Fix the potholes,

'push the hospital trolleys,

'serve the good people

of this country.'

Twat!

'No pay, just subsistence meals.'

If we are to better understand

crime and victimisation,

we have to consider

the role of gender.

What does a homicide in Leith

have in common

with elephant seals butchering

each other during breeding season?

Testosterone.

Hey.

Come on in.

You look very well.

Aye, everything's good.

No relapses while you've been away?

Er

Well, I'm minus a girlfriend.

That didnae survive the break.

How do you feel about that?

Cop relationships

Goes with the territory.

You're not sad?

Well, you can only be yourself.

So, you've no expectation

that any relationship you enter into

will last?

The only thing that lasts with me

is the job.

But some officers do have

long and successful relationships.

You mentioned your own boss.

He's been married for many years,

hasn't he?

I mean, if you're an old, straight

peg, I suppose it can be done.

And now?

First day back at work?

Oh, I'm raring to go.

I'm clean. I'm a

normal cop.

You weren't a normal cop before?

HE CHUCKLES

To me, yeah.

I see.

Recovery requires us

to meet our emotions head-on,

to be alive to them

but not controlled by them.

Er

..I've been thinking

about my emotions.

I don't feel I need this any more.

Do you really feel that?

HE CHUCKLES

Well, what doesnae k*ll you

makes you stronger.

In my clinical opinion,

I'd like us to continue

until we see how you get on

with being back at work.

'Door closing.

'Door opening.

'Door closing.

'Door opening.'

After you.

First day back, huh?

Aye.

Ray!

Welcome back.

Thanks.

Great to see you.

Norrie Erskine.

Transferred through here

from dear old Glasgow toon

on a wee civilising mission.

Weegie? Civilising?

I hear congratulations are in order,

Inspector Drummond.

Congratulations?

We lost one of our own.

He's not dead!

Tommy Stark.

Transferred here from Vice.

Got a bee in his bonnet

about Gillman being fired.

Raymond?

Come on in.

Not looking very healthy, boss.

I think it's me, Ray.

They can feel things, you know?

Energy.

Aye?

Aye.

Too late now.

You look good.

I wouldn't have bet on that.

Oh, I'm fine, boss.

You know, sometimes you have to

just leave it all on the park.

You been going?

Aye.

Patchy.

It's not been good for recovery.

You sure you're ready?

You and Trudi

Never felt better. Raring to go.

Come on, Ray.

That Confectioner case

just blew the sh*t out of you.

Er

There's no blame attached if you

cannae stomach this stuff any more.

You can rely on me, Bob.

Well

..that makes one of us.

Thank God you're back, Ray.

It's been chaos.

Nothing new there.

I've had to put up with such sh*t.

You know they put me

in the car with Gillman.

Yeah, I'd heard.

It was a nightmare.

Proximity gave him an extremely

inappropriate sense of familiarity.

f*ck's sake!

He couldn't keep his hands

to himself.

I told him I'd be filing a report

unless he behaved,

recorded every incident.

He stopped,

but then he became verbally a*usive.

So he was disciplined?

We were going through the procedure,

and two other female colleagues

came forward.

It was game over for him.

I didn't want him to lose his job,

Ray.

If he couldn't control himself,

it was him who lost him his job,

not you.

You're the one who got a promotion.

I know that I rode your coattails

on the Confectioner case.

No. No, we worked that case

together.

Oh, come on.

We solved it because of you.

Pull over up here.

This is where I need to be.

Yeah.

Ah

Ray.

I'm glad you got in touch.

Aye.

Have you tried this nettle tea?

It's got a wee bit of your jag

about it. No pun intended, eh.

Anything for the safe buzz.

If my sponsor rates it, I'm in.

It's, er

It's been tough, eh?

I was hollowed out after the

after the breakdown,

lacked even the motivation to drink.

That's when I started

to feel better. And then

And then Trudi and I split and

You still been working the steps?

I hope you'll be back at

the meetings, now that you're home.

No, aye. Yeah, I am, of course.

How are you doing?

Me and the missus are back together.

Solid as a rock.

The fire brigade is much the same,

run by emotionally incontinent

b*stards.

I still love it, though.

You, Ray

..you need to just keep on

keeping on, pal.

Room service.

I want your essays in next week

on the biology theory

versus the sex role theory.

Does increased testosterone

or the identities we're ascribed

during early socialisation

have more impact

on the likelihood of committing

violent criminal activity?

This is not a binary argument.

For so many years of my life,

I was at w*r.

Every man has a woman inside him,

and every woman, a man.

This has its physiological

and social expressions,

but I think this struggle

is an unavoidable part

of what it is to be human.

When I had my operation

and my male organs were

..removed, when the man in me

finally surrendered

..I hoped I would become the most

beautiful woman in the world.

And what happened instead

..was far more important.

I became myself.

Essays on my desk on Tuesday,

please.

Thanks.

Oh.

It's nearly ready.

Just letting the flavours infuse.

If you're done in the kitchen,

just sit down, Angus.

Are you sure it's all right

we're here?

I know Ray wouldnae want

Maybe I should go,

leave youse to it.

Nobody's going, Jock.

Sit down. We're family.

What about Raymond?

Ray will have to suck it up.

Where's your brother?

He's, er, getting dressed.

God help us!

Is that?

f*ck, yes, Dad's ashes.

I'll put them away.

I left them out to remind me

to give them to Ray.

Jack! Looking good.

What the f*ck?

You said that he wasnae gonna

Never mind what I said.

Go in there and make nice.

Aye, but I

What the f*ck is that?

Dad's ashes.

They were upsetting Mum.

I'm leaving them here.

You wanted to take them.

Aye, but, f*ck, no the noo!

I'm going home.

Don't be a child, Ray!

Child? Child? Her and f*cking

lover boy sneaking around

behind Dad's back for 30 years,

f*cking like

Ah, esteemed brother-in-law

of Dunediner's finest.

Nothing could be finer

than to be an old Dunediner

# In the morning. #

Come on in.

I cannae make head nor tail

of what this is.

That's cos you've a mince pie supper

and chippy sauce palate, Jock.

Well, it smells good.

This vegan beetroot

and spring tempura veg risotto

might be a little bit outside

your terms of reference.

Think vegetable curry and rice,

Jock.

Best thing I ever did, Avril,

was pack in the law, retrain

as a chef and open the bistro.

You gave up your job

cos you couldn't hack it, darling.

That's an idiosyncratic view.

You know, I wish I'd got into

the restaurant business earlier

Right!

Listen up.

Today is about family

and, specifically, this family.

Stuart is doing well,

sh**ting whatever he's sh**ting

in Hungary,

Ray is still putting villains away,

and I have officially been made

partner in the practice.

Oh, you're talking

about the sanctity of family

round this table?

Let's just leave this till later,

shall we?

Seconded.

Can a mother not show pride

in her own family?

Well, talking about family,

and specifically this one,

perhaps we should be more

upfront.

Very well.

Angus and I

are going through a rocky patch.

Is that what we're calling it,

is it?

But we're working on it.

We're in mediation.

Do you not want that nice jacket

I bought for you?

Don't you like this, Gran?

Kindly leave the table

and return dressed properly.

Come on, Jack, it's no big deal.

It's a It's a man's dress.

When he came out of me,

they said, "It's a boy."

More reactionary TERF bullshit.

I'm a feminist, and young idiots

acting out like this

are dangerous stooges

of the patriarchy,

attacking women's hard-won rights!

I have a right to choose

who I want to be.

What's wrong with that?

It's a fad, it's trendy.

My dad used to

Don't bloody well start.

I've had enough of your sh*t!

Jackie!

Well, in my day,

men were men and women were women.

I see you're keeping quiet, Ray.

Maybe we should all try and be a bit

more tolerant towards each other.

It's a difficult time.

Things are changing.

This is the new world.

The new generation know how

to navigate it better than we do.

Cop-out!

Jock?

I'm baffled by it all.

Now, there's a surprise (!)

There's nothing wrong

with being honest

instead of trying to impress people

by talking about something

you care nowt about, son.

I'm not your son, Jock.

I didn't mean to cause a scene,

Uncle Ray. It was her.

I'm her wee brother, mate.

She always was a bit

"my way or the highway."

Tell me about it.

I suppose you're gonna say

that I'm making a fool of myself.

No, absolutely not.

That I don't know my own mind,

that I'm a confused youth?

We're all confused youths, pal.

Just get better at covering it up.

But we remain teenagers

with continually worsening skin.

You guys know

how to operate in this world.

We're all just floundering around

at the bus stop,

waiting to get to the next.

I'm

experimenting.

I'm trying to find out who I am,

what I want.

I'd rather not remain

emotionally stunted.

Meeting your emotions head-on,

being alive to them,

but not controlled by them.

Gayle?

Gayle?

It's Gerry McVittie.

Interrupted an intruder last night.

Turned violent.

Asked for you, Ray.

You OK?

Gerry McVittie was my first partner,

my

my mentor.

Even more than Robbo or Ginger?

Yeah, it's not a very high bar,

but Gerry was blessed

with a mystical wisdom.

He left the polis ten year ago,

started a new life as Lauren.

You, um, you keep in touch?

Well, he dropped

his former associates when he left.

I've never met Lauren.

This way.

El Mundo.

f*ck's sake!

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

I was kept in

so that they could check me over.

First time you see me as a

as a bird and I look like this.

Lauren, this is

Inspector Amanda Drummond.

Hi.

Hello, hi.

Um I don't know who attacked me.

I could have intercepted

a random robbery.

But?

But my gut says

it was more than that.

Why were you there?

It was my friend Gayle's place.

She's a vulnerable transwoman

and she's been

in a very secretive relationship

with a high-profile sugar daddy,

a man of great appetites.

Only she's been dropped

like a hot tatty

and warned never even

to mention his name again.

Any idea why?

Well, I advised her

to speak to the police.

But now she's gone missing

and, well,

here I am.

So, you don't know who this man is?

Gayle didn't say. Her background's

in the sex industry.

She's discreet.

I'm worried about her.

Amanda, let's get round

to Gayle's flat now, eh?

Thank you, Ray.

That Drummond wh*re

..she f*cked up Gillman.

We're next on her radar.

Do you ever miss the old days

on the beat?

Prancing around in a uniform

like a f*cking nonce?

Hey, you seen this?

She's at it again,

put up a new video.

'I'm Helena Cairns.

'All Fur Coat

is a provocative podcast

'focusing on women's rights,

especially in the sex industry.'

We'll be taking a deep dive into

the business and the men who use it,

and we will not be shying away

from naming local politicians,

businessmen and cops

that have all been our clients.

Let's get down to the sauna.

She cannae get away

with grassing up polis.

This is the last straw.

What do we think?

Obviously looking for something.

Or trying to send a clear message.

Bold choice.

Spends a lot of time

in the Landsburgh, it seems.

Looks that way.

Hm, check this out.

Someone, I'm guessing

her mystery man,

made Gayle sign an NDA to say she

wouldnae discuss the relationship.

His name's blanked out.

But the lawyer's isn't.

Wilberforce.

What the hell?

Nah.

All right, doll?

How's the L-O-V-E business?

Talk to the investment

consultants here?

Pappa Tommy!

We need to see Helena.

She don't work here any more.

She's packed it in now that

she's paid off her student debt.

What the f*ck?

I don't think

that Helena would grass me up.

But if she did,

I'd never be promoted again.

I'd end up being

a f*cking office boy

for that snidey wee pump Drummond.

You think promo beckons, big man?

Toal's f*cked.

He'll be in the Algarve,

hitting golf ba*ls soon.

Maybe not next year,

but within the next three.

This Lennox boy,

he's tapped in the head.

He'll get farmed out.

That leaves me versus Drummond.

If she got that info

from that scrubber Helena

Nicky Corby,

what the f*ck are you wanting?

Hey, Tommy,

I've got something for you.

Right, OK. Well, there was a boy

in here yesterday, right?

. Works for that posh

Landsburgh Hotel.

He says some toff

got his tackle sliced off

by a hooker in there the other day.

Right, well

..gadge was taking a bottle of fizz

up to the room,

found a total bloodbath.

So?

So

open up the wallet.

Nobody reported it.

The whole thing got cleaned up

by some dodgy f*ck

who weren't your boys.

Staff were told

not to speak about it,

but the boy cannae keep

his mouth shut.

Please, Tommy!

Stays shut till you say the name.

Can I get everyone's attention?

Lauren Fairchild

intercepted an intruder

in her friend Gayle's flat

last night and was attacked.

Intruder got away.

Gayle Nicholson,

good friend of Lauren's

Oh, everyone,

this is our new tech whiz,

the amazing Anstruther Magnusson.

I go by Struthers.

OK.

Thanks, Sophie.

Sorry, I thought it was important.

As I was saying, Gayle Nicholson,

missing now for six days,

is a sex worker

and has been silenced

about her relationship with a VIP.

Lauren has been asking around,

looking for Gayle

and last night found someone

ransacking Gayle's flat.

During our search of her flat today,

we found an NDA signed by Gayle,

forcing her to keep quiet

about her relationship.

My guess is that's what

the intruder was looking for

when Lauren interrupted them.

We're taking this seriously.

Lauren, one of us.

Tommy?

He's not one of us.

Meaning?

No longer polis.

I'm not getting the big deal here.

Some bam was robbing the place,

and your mate interrupted.

OK, a wee bit of GBH has taken

place, but no real harm done.

Sounds like

a load of coincidences to me.

I sat in a car

with Gerry McVittie for years.

His hunches were bang-on. If Lauren

thinks there's more to this,

then there's more to it.

We need to find Gayle. At the

moment, there are two possibilities.

She could have gone to ground

of her own accord,

done a runner

because she got spooked

when Lauren told her

to come to the police,

but Lauren doesn't think

that feels right.

The second option,

the people who told Gayle

never to speak the name of her

mystery man have disappeared her.

I want you all to get on Gayle's

phone, custody records and the CCTV.

Piece together Gayle's

last known movements. Find her.

Find her?

Smells like you've been hard at it.

Aye, got some leads to a real crime.

No offence to your tr*nny ex.

A boy nearly lost

his wedding tackle,

involuntary,

after some man-hating wh*re

tried to take it with a blade.

What's this nonsense?

An eye-witness saw the mess of the

f*ck down at the Landsburgh Hotel.

He says it were all hushed up.

So, we're off to the lab

to check the footage

and see if there's anything

from outside the hotel,

then we're down there.

An as*ault like this

and we don't know about it?

That's exactly what we're saying.

How can a hotel cover up

an incident like this?

What sort of person

would have to be involved?

Well, Gayle's mystery man

made her sign an NDA,

and now she's gone to ground.

Her flat was full

of Landsburgh goodies.

If this is true,

the boy's got some serious clout.

OK, get down to the Landsburgh,

speak to the staff, but be discreet.

What about us? That was our lead.

So, work it.

Lean on the porter,

get him to squawk.

And good work.

'This is weird, Ray.'

A cover-up like that?

It doesn't make sense.

I think we need to make a detour,

DI Drummond.

Where did you get this document?

You do know the status of this?

It's pertinent

to an ongoing investigation.

I'm not at liberty

to say where it came from.

So, who's your client?

I'm certainly not at liberty

to say that.

Your client frequents

the Landsburgh Hotel, right?

Why is his anonymity so important?

This is a confidential

legal document.

Our democracy is underpinned

by civil liberties,

under which, my client is entitled

to their anonymity.

Not if your client is of interest

to our investigation,

so stop f*cking obstructing us

on behalf of a rich f*cking

Ray! What are you doing here?

Ralf, the Conway file.

I'm done with it.

Thank you.

I hope my brother isn't giving you

a hard time.

Oh, perish the thought!

No, we were just finishing up.

Thank you

..for your help.

Check these f*cking warthog pricks

with their noses

in the trough of privilege.

Officers, I'm the duty manager.

How can I help you?

DI Drummond, this is DI Lennox.

Hoping to ask you a few questions

about an incident

that may have occurred here

at your hotel last night.

Of course. Follow me.

I'm sorry, what you're suggesting

is impossible.

An eyewitness claims

there was an immediate cover-up.

I have over 100 staff working here.

How do you propose

something like that

could stay under wraps, Inspector?

We'd like to speak to the staff

who were on shift last night

and take a look at your CCTV.

Our CCTV was down for maintenance

yesterday.

What room is this alleged bloodbath

supposed to have taken place in?

Perhaps we could show you that.

We're needed back at base.

Sorry I can't be of more help,

Inspectors.

We'll be in touch.

Ray, Amanda.

Boss.

Afternoon,

Inspectors Drummond, Lennox.

Sir Oliver Heathcoat.

He represents the Home Office.

You flatter me,

Chief Superintendent.

Nothing so grand.

Boss?

The word is

you're seeking information

regarding the personage

behind a certain injunction.

That's correct.

The person who signed it is wanted

in connection with an as*ault.

We need to know

all the circumstances.

That's irrelevant. The identity

of the person who ordered the NDA

is immaterial to your enquiries.

You will drop this immediately.

With respect, I take my orders

from the Chief Superintendent.

Don't be a smartarse, Ray.

We have reason to believe

this person was involved

in a violent as*ault

at the Landsburgh Hotel last night.

A violent as*ault which took place

in a respectable hotel

with no witnesses, no visible signs,

and everybody telling you

that no such event took place?

The ravings of a lunatic,

wouldn't you agree,

Inspector Drummond?

They might be, Sir.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Must've been

some non-existent attack

to bring you here.

Tory minister? Royalty?

Or just someone who's greased enough

of your sweaty f*cking palms?

Enough, Ray!

Idle speculation,

devoid of facts, Inspector.

I'm afraid the embarrassment

is all yours.

I know where you've come from,

Lennox,

and you don't want to find yourself

back there,

not when you've worked so hard.

You f*cking arse-wipe!

Your delusions run away with you

..again.

Nothing took place,

nothing to investigate.

Is that clear?

Chief Superintendent.

'But one thing is certain.

'Every sex worker

should be a feminist.'

What the f*ck?!

f*cking Establishment nonsense!

No chance of any justice

until we get them all to f*ck!

Raymond, you are ranking officer

in this department.

You sound like a semiliterate clown

from a polytechnic so low rent

Thatcher forgot to rename it

a university.

Get a grip, man!

Amanda, what have we got here?

I don't think it's a coincidence

that we can link Gayle

to the Landsburgh.

Who the f*ck

was in that hotel room?

Heathcoat just confirmed

the hotel incident by omission,

and then we find that dressing gown

in Gayle's flat?

So, Gayle is potentially linked

to the hotel attack.

All roads are leading back

to the Landsburgh.

We need to know

who was in that room.

Boss

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Why me?

It's daily f*cking t*rture!

You find Gayle.

Nothing else, mind.

Keep away from that f*cking hotel!

Oh, get to f*ck!

Shut up.

Oh, stop messing with my head. Out!

Move, Jezebel!

'You're watching All Fur Coat,

the podcast with a difference.'

We represent

the folk with the tales

you won't hear

in the mainstream media.

So, we wanna hear from you.

Not just prostit*tes,

but p*mps, johns, vice cops.

'Everybody involved

in this big, beautiful industry.'

Hi, my name is Ray,

and I'm an addict.

Hi, Ray.

I said goodbye to my father today.

Well

..I tried to.

He was a victim of all the

the venal

..the self-serving c*ck

that inhabit our society,

those people who don't give a flying

f*ck for anybody but themselves.

I sometimes think

it's that which drives me

and keeps me straight,

not these meetings.

# We've won the League Flag

# And we've won the League Cup

# We sometimes go down

# But we can go back up

# Hearts, Hearts, glorious Hearts. #

We stand together one last time

..on the hallowed ground

where we spent so many moments

..where we bonded

..where we

You just let them

make a fool of you,

and you made a fool of us.

Why?

Why did you not fight back?

Eh?

You lost them, but you still had me.

You still had me.

Why did you not see that?

You should have seen me.

I was just a kid.

I was just a kid.

You should have seen me.

You f*cking b*stard.

You f*cking b*stard!

I miss you.

f*ck, I love you, Dad.

I love you

Oi, what you up to?

You cannae scatter the ashes here!

Get to f*ck

before I phone the polis!

Oh, you think it's funny, do you?

f*ck off.

On you go, you w*nk*r! f*ck off!

f*ck off!

On you go!

You know, I

..burn with a passion

to rid society of its vermin

Vermin!

..and of its liars

Liars!

..and its cheats.

Cheats!

Every gain they make is at

the expense of good, ordinary folks.

Those locusts have to consume

everyone in their path.

We have to resist them.

We must opt to live.

But sometimes,

that choice is taken from us.

It's a no!

It's a no!

Old fears can breed new ones

Stop it!

..and the social contagion

rages on.