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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 fucking job.

One fucking job!

Ray, we're trying to get a trace
on Gulliver's phone.

Where the fuck is Bob these days?
Right, listen.

Listen. Try and re-establish
dialogue with this killer.

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 killer
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.

Fuck 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 fuck 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 fucking useless.

You're fucking useless!

Fuck'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...

'Fuck's sake, Ray.

'Does the whole place fall apart
without me wiping your arses?

'He's a VIP target!

'I suggest you fucking well
find him.'

We're on it, boss.
'Then I won't keep you.'

"I enjoy making love to all sorts of
homo 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 fucked up.

I dropped the ball
when it came to Gulliver.

I'm no Chief Super material.
Erskine fucked 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 fucker!

'Yeah?'
Got the bastard.

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 killed
around 7:30am.

We were on the scene at 10:15.

Still popular on Grindr.
Shut the fucking 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 fuck'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. Fuck 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 fuck'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 fuck?

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 fuck.
We're fucking real polis.

No' by-the-books, grassing-up,
sookie wee bastards 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 fucking 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 fucking buy ane,
you radge.

I don't feel good about this.
What if there's a murder?

We've got two tents, pal.

But... But the second is away
getting repaired.

There's not gonna be
another murder this weekend.

We just had one. Improbable stats.

Norrie?

Look, the only murder 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 killer.

They have to try and show
they're somehow better than us.

Oh, we're out on the lash tonight.

Put a fucking smile
back on that mizzy coupon.

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

Pull yourself together.
It's not like you murdered 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?

Fucking unreal.
I'm getting you noshed, peeved,

and probably even the contents
of that stagnant sack

emptied into some Roger Moore.

So cheer the fuck 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 fuck's sake.

Council rent book

was never a vaccination
against lesbianism, Ray.

This isnae about...

This is fucking 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 fucking 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 kill
the arrogant little fuckers.

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 killing 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 raped.

And I was forced to watch my friend
be raped.

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 fuck 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?

Fucking kill them all.

I'd... rip them apart
with my bare fucking hands.

How do you feel right now?

I feel...

I feel like I'm falling
in a dark hole.

Fuck you, Keith.

And your squeaky-voiced
Holy Mary girlfriend.

And the fucking 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 fuck 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.

'�10,000 will compensate Cressida
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.'

Fuck!

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?

Fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking Oxgangs.

Amanda.

'I've had a shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, fuck!

The investigation tent.

Who are you fucking 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 fucking 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 shit 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 fucking mistake.

That's all my life is.

Life'd be fucking 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 fucking hospitality
you're talking about, Gus.

It's a different mindset
in the polis.

We're not allowed to fuck up.
Cannae do it.

I gave in to my urges
fucking years ago,

and it's fucked 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.'