02x04 - Episode 4

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Message on the elite school thread.

"Who will be #3?"

Any one of these people

could be the target.

Did you see the face of the person

who did this?

His face was covered.

There was a girl.

What do you want?

There's a threat to your life.

Do not let that creepy psychopath

out of your sight.

I'm returning to my flat

with a friend. Good night.

You don't remember me, do you?

You know my brother, Inspector.

Don't let anything happen to him,

Ray.

Hiya.

'Loss is ubiquitous and relentless.

'But the things we want to lose -

'pain, insecurity, anxiety,

hopelessness and fatigue -

'they tend to stick around.'

'And desperation,

'the feeling our options

are closing,

'that's what takes us to strange,

dark places.'

Er, hello?

Any movement on Gulliver?

'Nothing yet.'

I'm still outside his flat.

I've not moved all night.

Well, we'll head over

and relieve you soon, eh?

'Righto.'

I'll see you when you get here.

Bye.

Listen.

I work shifts. I need sleep.

I'd appreciate the heads up

if you're gonna have people over.

And Leonora Leonora cannae be

walking around like that.

And neither can you.

You sound like Mum.

Still nothing to report.

He took some young guy in there

last night,

and they still haven't come out.

You let him go back with someone?

He knew the boy.

They even went out for dinner first.

They're probably banging away

like a cludgie door in a gale.

Come on.

This doesn't look good.

He's gone.

What can I do?

Let me go and try and get the CCTV

for the restaurant.

Just stay out my way.

You had one f*cking job.

One f*cking job!

Ray, we're trying to get a trace

on Gulliver's phone.

Where the f*ck is Bob these days?

Right, listen.

Listen. Try and re-establish

dialogue with this k*ller.

Be careful what you say

and who you say it to.

We now have a high-profile

hostage situation.

I honestly thought Gulliver knew

the boy.

You let the k*ller

into Gulliver's house.

Gulliver used the place

as a shag pad.

The boy's a Cadbury's Feast,

so some of the dating apps he uses

might be niche

and make him traceable.

What makes you think

he used dating apps? Gulliver.

And it's Wall's.

They make Feast, not Cadbury's.

It's gonna take us ages

to get warrants for these apps.

f*ck that pish.

I'm making my own profile.

And you should all do the same.

Stark Raving Bad. That'll work.

Sophie, Struthers,

set up profiles and get on it.

Wall's.

Jo, get hold of the CCTV

for outside Gulliver's place.

See if you can find him leaving.

Get the vehicles' comings and goings

for the flat yesterday.

We need to find out

how the f*ck this happened.

You, come here.

Did you leave the stakeout

at any point?

I stayed put there all night!

Nobody came and nobody went.

Did Gulliver say who this man was?

How he knew him?

No. Like I says,

he said he was a friend.

Describe him, again.

He was young.

He had darkish hair.

It was pitch black.

He was wearing all black,

or dark blue.

This is f*cking useless.

You're f*cking useless!

f*ck's sake!

Boss. Where are you?

'Childcare imperative, Ray.'

Daughter at dentist,

emergency root canal,

so I've brought Bertie

to the allotment.

Er, it's, erm

Gulliver's gone.

'It looks like he's been snatched.'

What

'f*ck's sake, Ray.

'Does the whole place fall apart

without me wiping your arses?

'He's a VIP target!

'I suggest you f*cking well

find him.'

We're on it, boss.

'Then I won't keep you.'

"I enjoy making love to all sorts of

h*m* sapiens."

Oh, we ken you now, Mr Tech Savvy.

Come on, let's go.

Do you know how many people around

this building are looking for sex?

Look, I'm

really sorry about

Celeste won't answer my calls.

You need to fix this. Today.

You'll go to where she always has

her lunch break,

tell her what happened.

Yeah, I can explain everything.

Yes, you will.

Yeah.

Are you applying for Bob's job?

I f*cked up.

I dropped the ball

when it came to Gulliver.

I'm no Chief Super material.

Erskine f*cked up. He's a joke, Ray.

There's something going on with him.

I bet money he fell asleep.

I've never seen the appeal of

dating apps.

They make things so

transactional.

Aren't all relationships

transactional?

If I knew it was that easy

to get your hole this way,

I'd have been on the apps donks ago.

What's up with your puss?

A wee bollocking fae nutty Lennox

and you're

Oh, you f*ck!

'Yeah?'

Got the b*stard.

He has to be here. The app says so.

That's Chief Super class.

Not like thae amateurs.

All right?

"The greedy devour themselves."

Whether by enticement or coercion,

by the consistency

and temperature of the blood,

he was brought here and k*lled

around 7:30am.

We were on the scene at 10:15.

Still popular on Grindr.

Shut the f*cking thing off!

Off.

The warehouse hasn't been used

in years.

It's still owned

by the Forth Port Authority.

There is a security guard

who patrols the perimeter,

but he didn't see

anything suspicious.

There's nothing inside the warehouse

to steal,

so there's no CCTV on this side.

But the Seafield Road end,

we will get vehicle

and foot traffic pixels,

so I'll get Struthers and Gill

on that.

Cause of death is most likely

severe blood loss

from the wound

to the femoral artery.

I won't be surprised

if we find traces of something

in his blood, like Durie.

The theatricality of the killings.

Someone disnae just want

these men dead,

he wants tae humiliate

and expose them. Why?

Moira Gulliver only mentioned

Porky, Willie and Richie.

What if this is it?

What if he's gonna disappear?

Be precise, factual.

Look, take the emotion out of it.

'You're a cop, for f*ck's sake.'

Right.

Right. I'm just going to lay it all

on the line.

I've never had sex with a woman

before.

I wanted to, but it passed me by.

What?

You have to let me explain, OK?

I only know a woman's body

through online content.

I had no experience of sex

whatsoever.

I mean, I was accordingly instructed

on Get away from me. f*ck off.

You really do need to hear this.

Hello? Is that the police?

I'm in the Stockbridge Cafe

being harassed by a sex pervert.

Oh.

So you're Struthers.

Oh. Oh, my God.

'Situation of an

aggravated call.

'Stockbridge Cafe.

'Two females are reporting that

a male, late 20s with dark hair,

'is harassing them.'

That's just round the corner.

Leave it for a uniform, Tommy.

No way. A wee redesign

on a pervert's ribcage,

open plan style.

That'll put the smile

back on your puss.

This is real polis work.

I'm mad about this girl. And Gill

Gill was just teaching me.

Look, it was a total one-off.

She really was doing me a favour.

Right. What's going on here?

Oh, for f*ck's sake. You!

You're the pervert?

Yeah, he is, with my girlfriend.

And with me.

I'm not a pervert!

I'm a vir A virgin.

She only let me perform oral sex

on her

to get me some experience

for this date I'm going on.

Who did? My girlfriend.

Who's that?

What the f*ck?

Right, let's get this pest

out of here.

I want him charged.

Count on it.

Being charged

is the least of his worries

when we get him doon the cells.

I'll do the right thing.

I'll fall on my sword.

I'll tender my resignation

as soon as I get back.

Struthers, my tech-savvy pal,

get tae f*ck.

We're f*cking real polis.

No' by-the-books, grassing-up,

sookie wee b*stards like Drummond.

Thanks, Tommy.

Norrie.

You're welcome.

And you can rely on us

to keep shtum.

Mind who your real mates are, Savvy.

Thanks, boys.

Right, Norrie?

Aye.

You don't have to do this.

Ray?

I'm sorry, Moira.

He was hard to like.

Thrived in making himself like that.

Took a perverse delight in it.

He was a complicated man.

It's the cult of the narcissist.

Infamy's better than fame.

It lasts longer.

I did love him.

I think I was the only one who did.

We failed him.

Failed men like Richie.

Our class with our abusing schools.

He was what we made him.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this,

Moira, but

..is there anything else

you can tell us

about your relationship with the

Durie and Piggott-Wilkins families?

Oh

Oh, God, Ray, it was so long ago.

We'd only ever really see them

at Hogmanay parties.

And you can't think of anything

that might have happened?

Any reason that they drifted apart?

Yes.

They were arrogant.

Entitled.

Careless.

You know, I know that

better than most, but

Is there anything that I can do?

Would you just hold me,

just for a moment?

I can smell her perfume on you.

What's up?

I don't know. I quite like Drummond.

If that bint had picked you up

today,

you'd be getting your jotters.

I need a f*cking drink.

You fancy it tonight, Struthers?

Er, no, I can't.

I'm going camping with Sophie.

I haven't even got a tent yet.

The good ones are expensive and

No, dinnae f*cking buy ane,

you radge.

I don't feel good about this.

What if there's a m*rder?

We've got two tents, pal.

But But the second is away

getting repaired.

There's not gonna be

another m*rder this weekend.

We just had one. Improbable stats.

Norrie?

Look, the only m*rder this weekend

will be you getting monstered

in this tent

by that hot wee Sophie!

Come on.

What's going on with the CCTV

and the photofit?

We're trying to piece together

exactly what Norrie remembers.

What about that young woman

Piggott-Wilkins mentioned?

Nothing. None of the agencies

are talking. She's vanished.

Keep chasing it.

She's a key witness. Aye.

Amanda. He's made contact.

"Gulliver's blood

may be on my hands,

"but whose blood is on the hands

of you and your friends, DI Lennox."

Blood on your hands.

What does he mean, Ray?

I'm not sure.

It's par for

the anti-establishment posturers.

Trying to bait us.

It's the classic vanity

of the multiple k*ller.

They have to try and show

they're somehow better than us.

Oh, we're out on the lash tonight.

Put a f*cking smile

back on that mizzy coupon.

No, Tommy. I'm no' feeling it.

Pull yourself together.

It's not like you m*rder*d Gulliver.

Booked us a scran

at that poncy place doon the road

to line our stomachs.

Lennox's brother-in-law's gaff.

Does a deal for polis.

You're always on aboot going there.

OK. OK?

f*cking unreal.

I'm getting you noshed, peeved,

and probably even the contents

of that stagnant sack

emptied into some Roger Moore.

So cheer the f*ck up.

'Boundary House Hotel.

How can I help you?'

This is DS Erskine

from Edinburgh Serious Crime.

Er, I'm looking to acquire

some of your staff records.

I brought Jo with me.

She's the family liaison officer.

Ray, you are merely compounding

my blushes here.

Grief affects people in funny ways.

Please don't be embarrassed.

I'm not.

Oh, God, look, Ray, I am genuinely

sorry for the misunderstanding.

The text really wasn't

We are, as you say, adults.

So please accept both my error

and my apology.

Jackie.

You. You and Moira?

Oh. "Lennox, you're so damn sexy."

So you two are

Yes, we're lovers. What of it?

But you always liked guys.

I never thought Well, you know.

I mean, you and Angus

Moira really excites me.

It's the first time I've ever had

an affair, of this kind.

You've cheated on Angus before?

Cheated?

Oh, for God's sake,

don't be so bloody prudish, Ray.

You're not 20.

And I'm certain Angus has had

a string of affairs himself. Angus?

We lost interest in each other

sexually a decade ago.

We're fae Oxgangs, for f*ck's sake.

Council rent book

was never a vaccination

against lesbianism, Ray.

This isnae about

This is f*cking bourgeois

social climbing.

Well, you choose your background,

Ray.

I rejected mine.

And Angus is just not

aspirational enough.

It was a mistake marrying potential.

My bad.

Don't look at me like that.

Moira told me about your

text misunderstanding.

Aye. Well

Is that why you came back here?

To try to have sex with Moira?

I came back with

a f*cking family liaison officer.

I thought she was having

a breakdown.

Glass houses, Jack.

What does that mean?

I'm just pointing out that

if you've got enough time

to be conducting an affair

in the middle of the day,

then maybe you've got time to try

sorting things oot with your son.

How is Fraser?

Teenagers.

You admire their certainties,

and then you want tae k*ll

the arrogant little f*ck.

Exactly.

Listen, I will tell Angus

about Moira.

I don't want to hurt him.

Despite it all, he's a good man.

How'd you get on

with that Ruth woman?

I took her out for some seafood

at Fishers in Leith.

Oh. Any good?

Aye. The seafood soup was decent.

Chowder.

It was a first date, Erskine.

Oh, here's the boy.

It's minging.

The polis meal deal.

Ah! Gentlemen of

the local constabulary.

Welcome to my humble abode.

You may know my brother-in-law,

Ray "Serious Crime" Lennox.

This time I do have an appointment.

I'm so sorry. It's been a long day.

I've I've started eating.

When did you last eat?

Come and join me.

'What do you think these killings

are?'

It's a personal grudge.

Vengeance, maybe?

I think so.

Dressed as social justice.

It's arrogance, delusion. Like

Like merging my nephew's

unfounded teenage certainties

with hypocrisy.

How do you feel about that?

I remember you saying

you joined the police for vengeance.

What's the difference?

Well, it's completely different.

I follow procedure.

I'm not breaking the law.

I'm I'm not k*lling people.

Why do you feel

it's your responsibility

to save and avenge?

It's my job.

Your job is to solve crimes.

Why do you feel compelled

to save and avenge?

It's not about me.

Hasn't it always been about you,

Ray?

I was r*ped.

And I was forced to watch my friend

be r*ped.

I was ten.

And I was terrified.

And the guy,

the guy who had a hold of me,

he, after they started on Les,

he either let go of me

or I broke his grip

and I just ran.

I ran like f*ck outta that tunnel.

But I left Les. I left him.

And I went.

I went home to tell my mum.

But she was oblivious.

She was lost in her affair

with Jock Halliday.

So then I went upstairs to try

I went upstairs to try and tell

my sister, right,

but she was getting ready

to go out on a date.

So

I just

I went underneath the stair

and I just

..sat there for hours in the dark,

holding on to myself.

And that's what made you

the police officer you are.

I think so, aye. Serious Crime.

I mean, I looked for

those three guys.

I looked through

Like, through the beasts register.

Every page of the beast register.

Vanished into thin air.

Do you think if you found those men

and punished them

..you'd feel any better?

How could I not?

What would you do

if you found them?

f*cking k*ll them all.

I'd rip them apart

with my bare f*cking hands.

How do you feel right now?

I feel

I feel like I'm falling

in a dark hole.

f*ck you, Keith.

And your squeaky-voiced

Holy Mary girlfriend.

And the f*cking sex tape.

So, how was the meal?

Barry scran, likes.

That courgette, though,

I didnae like it that raw.

Norman, isn't it?

Well, Norman,

I always respond best to critique

whilst lubricated.

Another bottle.

Three glasses, please.

What the f*ck do you want?

'You're a police officer.

'I'm reporting a theft.

'Some scumbag broke into

Cressida's place

'and stole her disabled sister's

laptop.

'It has all her learning materials

on it.'

That's

That's terrible.

'The cloud was also erased.

'We have a good idea who it was.

'I'm assuming you've already

disposed of it.

and buy a new laptop for Amy.

'It'll take care of rent

while we're overseas.'

And it's done?

'I need one grand in cash.

The rest by bank transfer.

'At 10:00, in the church.

'God is our witness.'

f*ck!

I've never told anyone that before.

I get it.

Good night.

And goodbye. I think

..this is the end of the line.

No, no, no. What do you mean?

f*cking God botherer.

I kent it.

I'm not sure this is

the appropriate place to do this.

The eyes of the Lord

are on the righteous.

Let's just get this done.

I mean it, Cress. It's just become

too much for the two of us.

It was a bloody good marriage.

She was always more ambitious

than me.

But did I resent her success? No.

I went part time

so I could support her.

So I could cook for her.

I mean, Jesus Christ,

what is it they want, Norrie?

Oh, I don't know.

What is life, Gus?

Now, where have you been?

Just popped into church.

Fired off a wee prayer.

We're talking about women. Marriage.

Mine was a car crash.

She was a f*cking bam.

Dinnae get the concept

that polis work in vice

equals night work.

Thought I was riding

everything else.

Well, were you?

Obviously. But that's not the point.

A relationship needs trust.

I've been married three times.

All great lassies.

You see, my Jackie,

I put her up on a pedestal,

but all I was daein'

was placing her somewhere

she could look down upon me.

I mean, she's fae f*cking Oxgangs.

Amanda.

'I've had a sh*t day.

I could do with some company.'

OK.

I actually can't believe how quickly

you pegged this tent down.

I have loads of experience.

With tents. I mean tents.

Right. A boy goes into a Medit

A boy goes into

a Mediterranean restaurant

in Glasgow and he goes,

"A falafel?"

And the boy behind the counter goes,

"There's a chemist next door

"who'll give you paracetamol

for that, wee man."

It's a restaurant!

Hey, you are

a natural born entertainer, Norrie.

You must miss your days

on the stage. I do.

Life is about expression.

Without great art, what's the point?

He played Baby Bear

in Goldilocks And The Three Bears

five years in a row at the Pavilion.

You were in a f*cking bear costume.

No, no, no. He's right. He's right.

My life in the chambers

was meaningless,

but creating

an unbeatable dining experience,

well, that has brought me

as close to integrity

as I will ever know.

You should get back on the stage,

Norrie. Life is too short.

You know, we must seize the day.

Seize the day.

Seize the f*cking day!

Right, I'm turning in.

I'll leave youse two to talk

poncy culinary actorish shite.

Well, I am not ready to admit defeat

just yet, Norrie.

Aye. The night is but young.

It's bloody freezing.

Aye.

Do you wanna join me?

Oh, f*ck!

The investigation tent.

Who are you f*cking looking at?

You lookin' at me.

Cos I don't see no-one else here.

Ray. Come in.

Are you OK?

You sounded a bit, erm

What's happened?

Nothing.

Let's have a drink. Cheer me up.

No' for me.

You can sit down, Ray.

Why have you got

so many f*cking cats?

We hate each other.

It's nice to have other living,

breathing things around, you know?

Do you ever wonder

what it's all for?

All the sh*t that we have to

..process.

There's too much death sometimes.

Is that why you called?

You tell me why I called.

You're the department superstar.

Another f*cking mistake.

That's all my life is.

Life'd be f*cking dull

and not worth living withoot them.

That's how we learn, Norrie.

Now, see, law, a mistake.

The bistro, on the other hand.

That's f*cking hospitality

you're talking about, Gus.

It's a different mindset

in the polis.

We're not allowed to f*ck up.

Cannae do it.

I gave in to my urges

f*cking years ago,

and it's f*cked me ever since.

Had the chance to put it right today

and I shat it.

I threw the dice in middle age,

right,

embarked on a whole new vocation.

Hey, take it fae me,

never write yourself off.

Oh, no, if I go oot,

then I'm going oot swinging.

I'm going to the Pubic Triangle

right now. Are you coming?

No, no, no.

One more here and then I'm in.

Maybe you should call it a night

as well, Norrie, huh?

I'm done with it

when it's done with me, champ!

Hey, I'm down here.

Oh, right.

Right, I'll see you later.

Hey, legend.

You behave yourself, all right?

Any hole's a goal.

LAUGHS

See you later.

I like working with you, Ray.

There's something great

about being around someone

who won't compromise

on doing a job well.

I like working with you too.

You'd make a great Chief Super.

Oh, I'm not sure I see myself

in that job.

But it's an important role.

We can make such a difference.

Fight for more resources

to tackle serious crime.

Our clean-up rate

could be through the roof.

I don't think I'm the right person

to fight for these things.

I'm hardly

the department's superstar.

Off for months

following a breakdown,

back minus a girlfriend.

Tragedy of the police.

Not everyone understands

what this is like.

The job kills relationships.

That is such a cliche, Ray.

'Desperate people.

'All of us these days

will get up to all sorts of nonsense

'to be seen, to be heard,

to be recognised.'

'We reach out looking for someone

to fill the chasm inside of us.

'It makes people do

the strangest things.'

Yeah?

'Ray?'

I don't think that Norrie's

who he says he is.

'I need to show you something.'

OK.

I'll just fire up my computer.

Password?

Yeah?

'Yeah, I was watching the CCTV

from the end of Gulliver's street.

'There's no cameras

directly outside the house.

'But look.'

'5:00 yesterday morning.'

He said he was there all night.

What's he playing at?

Well, that's not all.

I tracked his journey and

..Norrie drove to the warehouse

where Gulliver's body was found.

'Why would he go there

of all places?

'Why lie tae us?'

It's time we found out.

We need to bring Norrie Erskine in,

eh?

'We can call it lust, or even love.

'But it's always just need.'