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

I want to drink this fucking city dry.

You two are going to be partners.

You're suggesting Britney
is dead at the hands

of a serial killer already in prison?

Father is dead.
Had a heart attack.

I ken who the fucking creeps are.

You still using the toilet,
Uncle Jock?

Ray Lennox?
My 11:00 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 bastard.

No, that's a different thing entirely.

We all have to get on with it.

We must opt to live.

One of the, er, 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.

So how low are we talking?

Well, erm, let's not rake over old coals.

The, er -- The good citizens
of Henley-upon-Thames

have entrusted me to represent them

in the mother of all parliaments.

And, er, 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.

The 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 -- 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, er,
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.

Ray, 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 didn't 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 have 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?

Aye, I mean, if you're
an old straight peg,

I suppose it can be done.

Don't know.
First day back at work.

Oh, I'm -- I'm --
I'm raring to go.

I'm clean. I'm a normal cop.

You weren't a normal cop before?

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 anymore.

Do you really feel that?

Well, what doesn't kill
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, eh?

Aye.

Ray, welcome back.

- Thanks.
- Great to see you.

Norrie Erskine.

Transferred through here
fae dear old Glesca toon

oan a wee civilising mission.

Weedgie, 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 wouldnae bet on that.

Oh, I'm fine, Boss.

You know, sometimes you have to
just leave it all in the park.

- You've been good?
- 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
blootered the shit out of you.

There's no blame attached
if you can't stomach

this stuff anymore.

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 shit.

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.

Fuck 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 abusive.

So he was disciplined?

We were going through the procedure

when 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 the promotion.

I know that I road 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.

- Hi.
- Ray.

I'm glad you got in touch.

Aye.

You tried this nettle tea?

It's got a wee bit of a jag
about it, no pun intended.

Anything for the safe buzz.

My sponsor rates it.
I'm in.

It's, er...

It's been tough, eh?

I was hollowed out after the --
After the breakdown,

er, lacked even the motivation to drink.

It was 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, I -- 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 bastards.

I still love it, though.

But 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 are 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 war.

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-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.

Food's nearly ready.

Just letting the flavours infuse.

If you're done in the kitchen,
just sit down, Angus.

Yeah...

Are you sure it's alright we're here?

I-I know Ray wouldnae want...

Maybe I should go.
Leave youse two.

Nobody's going, Jock.
Sit down. We're family.

But what about Raymond?

Ray will have to suck it up.
Where's your brother?

- He's, uh, getting dressed.
- Oh, God help us.

Is that?

Fuck. Yes. Dad's ashes.

I'll put them away.

I-I left them out to remind me
to give them to Ray.

Jack. Looking good.

What the fuck? You said that
he was nae going to fuck--

Never mind what I said. You'll
go in there and make nice.

Aye, but I...
What the fuck is that?

Dad's ashes.
They were upsetting Mum.

I'm leaving them here.

- You wanted to take them?
- Aye, but fuck, no the now!

- I'm going home.
- Don't be a child, Ray.

Child? Child?
Her and fucking lover boy

sneaking around behind
Dad's back for 30 years,

- fucking like that --
- Ah, esteemed brother-in-law

of Edina's finest.

Come on in.

Ah cannae make heid nor tail
ay what this is.

That's 'cause you've a mince pie supper

and chippy sauce palate, Jock.

Well, smells good.

This vegan beetroot and
spring tempura veg risotto,

well, might be a little bit
outside your terms of reference.

Think vegetable curry and rice, Jock.

Best thing I ever did, Avril,
pack in the law,

retrain as a chef, and open the bistro.

You gave up your job because
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, shooting whatever

he's shooting 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 no 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.

Did 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 -- you know,
it's a man's dress, like Bowie.

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 -- It's a fad.

- I-It's trendy.
- Well, my dad used to --

Don't bloody well start.

I've had enough of your shit!

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 ay trying tae impress people

by talking about something
you ken nowt about, son.

I'm not your son, Jock.

I-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 going to 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 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 -- 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?

Ah!

As Jerry McVittie.

Interrupted an intruder last night.

It turned violent.

Asked for you, Ray.

You okay?

Jerry McVittie was my first partner, my --

My mentor.

Even more than
Robbo or Ginger?

Okay, it's not a very high bar,

but Jerry was blessed
with a -- a mystical wisdom.

He left the post ten years ago.

He started a new life as Lauren.

You, erm -- You keep in touch?

Well, he -- he dropped his
former associates when he left.

I've -- I've never met Lauren.

This way.

El Mondo!

Fuck sake.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

I was kept in so 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.

Erm, I don't know who attacked me.

I got -- I could have
intercepted a-a random robbery.

But?

But my gut says it was more than that.

Why were you there?

It's my friend Gayle's place.

She's a --
A vulnerable trans woman.

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 tattie 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.

My 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 girl --
She fucked up Gillman.

We're next on her radar.

Do you ever miss the auld days,
on the beat?

Prancin' 'round in a uniform
like a fucking 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 doon tae the sauna.

She cannae get away wi grassin' 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.

Hmm. Check this out.

Someone -- I'm guessing her mystery man --

Made Gayle sign an NDA

to say she wouldn't discuss
the relationship.

His name is blanked out.

But the lawyer's isn't.

Wilberforce.

What the hell?

Nah.

Alright, doll?
How's the L-O-V-E business?

Talk tae the investment consultants here?

Papa Tommy.

I need to see Helena.

She don't work here anymore.

She's packed it in now that
she's paid off her student debt.

What the fuck?

No, I don't think that Helena
would grass me up.

But if she did,
ah'd never be promoted again.

Ah'd end up bein'
the fuckin' office boy for that

snidey wee pump, Drummond.

Ye think promo beckons, big man?

Toal's fucked.

He'll be in the Algarve,
hittin' gowf baws soon.

Maybe no next year
but within the next three.

This Lennox boy he's tapped in the heid.

He'll get farmed out.
That leaves me versus Drummond.

If she got the info
fae that scrubber Helena...

Nicky Corby.
What the fuck are you wantin'?

Hey, Tommy.
I've got something for yer.

Huh. Right, okay.

Well, there was a boy
in here yesterday, alright,

works at 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

and found a total bloodbath.

So?

So...open up the wallet.

Naebody reported it.

The whole thing got cleaned up
by some dodgy fuckers

who werenae your boys.

S-Staff were told not tae speak about it,

but the boy couldnae keep his mouth shut.

Please, Tommy.

Steys shut till you say the name.

Cam I get everyone's attention?

Lauren Fairchild intercepted
an intruder in her friend

Gayle's flat last night and was attacked.

The intruder got away.

Gayle Nicholson.
A good friend of Lauren's.

Oh, erm everyone,

this is our new tech whiz,

the amazing
Anstruther Magnusson.

I-I go by Struthers.

- Okay. Thanks, Sophie.
- Sorry.

- I just 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?

Not one of us.

Meaning?

No longer polis.

Not getting the big deal here.

Some bam was robbing the place
and your mate interrupted.

Okay. 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 Jerry 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 our 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 ay a real crime.

Nae offence tae your tranny ex.

A boy nearly lost his wedding tackle

involuntary eftir some man-hatin' hoor

tried tae take it wi a blade.

What's this nonsense?

An eyewitness saw the mess of the fucker

at the Landsburgh Hotel.
He says it were all hushed up.

So we're off tae the lab
to check the footage

and see if there's anything
from outside the hotel,

then we're right doon there.

An assault like this,
and we don't know about it?

That's exactly what we're saying.

How can a hotel cover up a --
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.

Okay, get down to the Landsburgh,

speak to the staff, but be discreet.

What about us?
That -- 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, 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 fucking obstructing us
on behalf of rich fucking --

Ray! What are you doing here?

Ralph. 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, er,

finishing up.

Thank you for your help.

Check these fucking 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 eye witness 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 couldn't be
of more help, Inspectors.

We'll be in touch.

- Ray. Amanda.
- Boss.

Good afternoon,
Inspectors Drummond, Lennox.

Sir Oliver Heathcoat.
He represents the Home Office.

You flatter me,
Chief Superintendent.

Nothing so grand.

Boss?

Er, 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 assault.

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 smart arse, Ray.

We've reason to believe
this person was involved

in a violent assault at the
Landsburgh Hotel last night.

A violent assault 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?

- It might be, sir.
- Don't embarrass yourself.

Must have been some non-existent
attack to bring you here.

Tory Minister? Royalty?
Or just someone

who's greased enough
of your sweaty fucking palms?

- That's 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 fucking arsewipe.

Your delusions run away with you.

Again.

Nothing to replace.

Nothing to investigate.

Is that clear?

Chief superintendent.

But one thing is certain --

Every sex worker should be a feminist.

What the fuck?

Fucking establishment nonsense.

No chance any justice until
we get them all tae fuck.

Raymond, you are ranking
officer in this department.

You sound like a semi-literate
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 fuck 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 fucking torture.

You find Gayle.
Nothing else, mind.

Keep away from that fucking hotel!

Ooh!
Get to fuck!

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 want to hear from you --

Not just prostitutes, but pimps,
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...

...self-serving cockroaches
that inhabit our society --

Those people who don't give a flying fuck

for anybody but themselves.

I sometimes think it's that
which drives me

and keeps me straight, not these meetings.

We stand together one last time

on the hallowed ground
where we spent so many moments.

Where we bonded.

Where we...

You just let her make a fool of you.

And you made a fool of us.

Why?

Why did you not fight back?!

Eh?!

You lost her, 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 fucking bastard.

You fucking bastard!

I miss you.
Fuck, I love you, Dad.

- I love you.
- Oye!

What you up tae?!

You cannae scatter the ashes here!

Get tae fuck before I phone the polis.

Get the back!

Oh, you think it's funny, de yer --

- Fuck off!
- You wanker. Fuck off.

- Fuck off.
- Fucking move it.

You're a wanker. Fuck off!
On your 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 on you! It's on you!

Old fears can breed new ones...

...And the social contagion rages on.