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There's a message
on the elite school thread.

"Who will be #3?"

Any one of these people
who have been hacked

could be the target.

Did you see the face of the
person who did this to you?

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.

Hiyah.

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.

Eh, hello.

- Any movement on Gulliver?
- Uh, nothing yet.

I'm still outside his flat.
I've not moved all night.

Well, we'll head over
and, uh, relieve you soon, eh?

Right-o.

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.

Uh, 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.

Even went out for dinner first.

They're probably banging away
like a kludgy 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.

Y-You stay out my way.

You had one fucking job!
One fucking job!

We were trying to get a trace
on Gulliver's phone.

Where the fuck is Bob these days?

Right.
Listen. Listen.

Try and reestablish 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 them 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.

StarkRavingBad.
That'll work.

Sophie, Struthers,
set up profiles and get on it.

Wolves.

Joe, 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 stake-out 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?

Hey naw. 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?

Eh, childcare imperative, Ray.

Daughter at dentist.

Emergency root canal.

So, I've brought Bertie to the allotment.

Uh, it's, um --
Gulliver's gone.

Uh, 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."

We ken ye now, Mr. Tech Savvvy.

Come on. Let's go.

Do you know how many people
around this building

are looking for sex?

Look, I'm, uh, 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.

Something going on with him.

I'd 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?

You bollocking for nutty Lennox and you--

Oh, you fucker!

- Yeah?
- Got the bastard.

He has to be here.
The app says so.

That's Chief Super class.
No like the amateurs.

Alright?

"The greedy devour themselves."

Whether by enticement or coercion,

by the consistency
and temperature of the blood,

he was brought here
and killed around 7:30 AM.

We were on the scene at 10:15.

Still popular on Grindr.

Shut that fucking thing off.

Off.

The warehouse hasn't been used in years.

It's still owned
by the Fourth 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 Jill 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 Judy.

The theatricality of the killings.

Someone doesn't just want these men dead.

He wants to humiliate
and expose them. Why?

Why did Gulliver only mention
Porky, Willie, and Ritchie?

What if this is it?
What if he's gonna disappear?

Be precise.

Factual, but take the emotion out of it.

You're a cop, for fuck's sake.

Right.
Right, right, 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, okay?

I only know a woman's body
through online content.

I had no experience of sex whatsoever.

I mean, I was accordingly instructed on --

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, my God!

We have an aggravated code.
Stockbridge Cafe.

Two females are reporting a male,

late 20s with dark hair,
is harassing them.

This is really going.

- 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 police work.

I'm mad about this girl,

and Jill --
Jill was just teaching me.

I-It was a total one-off.

She -- 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--
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 outa here.

- I want him charged.
- Count on it.

Being charged is the least of his worries

when we get him down in the cells.

I'll do the right thing.
I'll fall on the sword.

I'll tender my resignation
as soon as I get back.

Struthers, my tech-savvy pal, get to fuck.

We're fucking real police.

Not by-the-books, grassing up

sooky wee bastards like Drummond.

Thanks, Tommy.

Norrie?

You're welcome.

You can rely on us to keep shtoom.

Mind who your real mates are, Savvy.

Thanks, boys.

- Aye, 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.

Sorry to have to ask you this,
Moira, but...

Is there anything else you can
tell us about your relationship

with the Durie and
Piggot-Wilkins families?

Oh.

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

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.

Yeah, 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 prawns.

If that bint had fixed you up,
you'd be getting your jotters.

I need a fucking drink.

You fancy it tonight,
Struthers?

Uh, no, uh, I can't.
I'm going camping with Sophie.

Uh, I haven't even got a tent yet.

Good ones are expensive, and --

No, dinnae fucking buy it, 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, and probable 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?

Well, we're trying to piece together

exactly what Norrie remembers.

What about that young woman
that Piggot-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,

D.I. Lennox?"

Blood on your hands?
What does he mean, Ray?

Not sure.

Apart from the anti-establishment posture

and just trying to beat 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 moosey coupon.

No, Tommy.
I'm not feeling it.

Pull yourself together.

It's not like you murdered Gulliver.

Booked us a scran at that
poncy place down the road

to line our stomachs.

Lennox's brother-in-law's gaff.
Does a deal for police.

You're always on about going there.

Okay. Okay?

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.

Landsborough Hotel.
How can I help you?

This is D.S. Erskine from
Edinburgh Serious Crime.

Uh, I'm looking to acquire some
of your staff records.

And 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 misunder--

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, you know --

I mean, you're --

Moira really excites me.

It's the first time
I've ever had an affair

of this kind.

You 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 from Oxgangs, for fuck's sake.

A council rentbook was never a vaccination

- against lesbianism, Ray.
- This isn't about you.

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 come 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 on your hands

to be conducting an affair
in the middle of the day,

then maybe you've got time
to try sorting things out

with your son.

How is Fraser?

Teenagers.

You have a mile of certainties,

and then you want to 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?

Uh, took her out for some seafood

at Fishers in Leith.

- Oh, any good?
- Why?

Seafood soup was decent?

Chowder.

The first date,
Erskine?

- Oh, here's the boy.
- It's minging.

Oi.

The police 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?

Eh, it's a personal grudge.

- Vengeance, Ray?
- 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 force for vengeance.

What's the difference?

That'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?

That'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 supposed
to watch my friend be raped.

I was 10, and I was terrified.

And the guy -- the guy
who had a hold on me,

he -- after they started on Les,

he either let go of me
or I -- or I broke his grip

and I just ran.

I ran like a fucker through that tunnel,

but I left Les.

I-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 Allardyce,

and then I went upstairs to -- to --

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 onto myself.

And that's what made you
the police officer you are?

Think so, aye?
Serious Crime.

I mean, I looked for those three guys.

I looked through the...

Flicked through the --
The beast's register.

Every page of the beast's 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 didn't 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 pounds 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.

F-f-f-fuck.

I've never told anyone that before.

I get it.

Goodnight, and goodbye, I think.

This is the end of the line.

No. What do you mean?

Fucking God-botherer.

Can't hurt.

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.

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,

and Jesus Christ,
what is it they want, Norrie?

Oh, I don't know.

Where there's 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 bomb.

Didn't get the concept of police
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 doing
was placing her somewhere

she could look down upon me.

I mean, she's from fucking Oxgangs.

Amanda.

I've had a shit day.
I could do with some company.

Okay.

I actually can't believe

how quickly you pegged this tent down.

I have loads of experience.

With tents.
I-I mean tents.

Oh.

Right. A boy goes into a Mediterranean...

A boy goes into a Mediterranean
restaurant in Glasgow,

and he goes, "Um, a falafel."

And the boy behind the counter goes,

"Oh, there's a chemist next door.

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

My life in the chambers --
I 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.

Well, I'm turning in.

Eh?

I'll leave yous two to talk

poncy culinary actor-y shite.

Well, I'm not ready to admit
defeat just yet, Norrie.

Aye.
The night is a bit young.

It's bloody freezing.

Aye.

Do you want to join me?

Oh, no!

The investigation tent.

Who are you fucking looking at?

You're looking at me?

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

Ray. Come in.

Are you -- you okay?
You sounded a bit, um...

What's happened?

Nothing.

Let's have a drink. Cheer me up.

Not for me.

You can sit down, Ray.

Why you got so many fucking cats?

We hate each other.

It's -- 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 without 'em.

It's how we learn, Norrie.
It's the law: a mistake.

The bistro, on the other hand...

That fucking hospitality
you're talking about, Gus.

It's a different mindset in the police.

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

I gave into my urges fucking years ago,

and it's fucked me ever since.

I had the chance to put it
right today, and I shat it.

I threw the dice in middle age,

embarked on a whole new vocation.

Hey, take it from me.
Take it from me.

Never write yourself off.

Oh, no. If I go out,
I'm going out swinging.

I'm going to the pubic triangle
right now. Are you coming?

No, no, no, no, no.
One more here and then I'm in.

Hey, maybe you should call it
a night as well, Norrie, eh?

I'm done with it
when it's done with me, champ.

- Eh, I'm done here.
- Oh, right.

Hey, I'll see you later, then, Norrie.

Hey, legend,
You behave yourself, alright?

Any hole for goal.

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-- 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.

Ah, I don't think
I'm the right person

to fight for these things.

I'm hardly the department 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 cliché, 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.
- Okay.

I'll just fire up my computer.

Password.

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 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 to us?

It's time we find out.

We need to bring
Norrie Erskine in, eh?

We can call it lust or even love...

...But it's always just need.