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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.'