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First day back, eh?

Tommy Stark, transferred here from Vice.

That Drummond whore, she's fucked up Gilman.

Jerry was my first partner, my mentor.

He left the police ten years ago, started a new life as Lauren.

It's my friend Gail's place. She's a vulnerable trans woman.

She's been in a very secretive relationship with a high-profile sugar

daddy. Someone made Gail sign an NDA to say she wouldn't discuss the

relationship. Name's blanked out.

A boy nearly lost his wedding tackle.

And I went and saw the mess with the fucker. At the Lansborough Hotel.

We need to know who was in that room.

All stories have setbacks.

Especially when you factor human emotion into the tale.

Recovery requires us to meet these emotions head on.

To be alive to them, but not controlled by them.

Easier said than done when the emotion generated by what you face is one of

unbearable horror.

You don't belong with them.

Based on body temperature and the ambient temperature at the scene, death

was around 4 to 5pm yesterday.

There's a blow to the head, unlikely to be fatal, probably knocking him

unconscious.

Marks on the body suggest the victim was dragged and hung after he died.

Now, the fatal wound is in the groin area.

The victim bled to death.

The unusual entry point and lack of serration around the wound suggests this

wasn't carried out with your average kitchen knife.

What about this?

This flourish was post-mortem.

Hashtag two, the strange case.

What does that mean?

Dr William Durie, a GP practising for over 25 years in Westerhills.

MBE for services to the community, salt of the earth. Maybe somebody didn't

think he was that squeaky clean.

Death caused by slashing the femoral artery in the groin hung from a lamppost

post-mortem. The carving on his chest reads a strange case number two. This

killer is using jury's death to make a statement and we have whispers of an

attack here.

The Lansborough Hotel.

A crime we can't investigate.

Ray. What connects the Saintly jury and the anonymous toff? Tommy, Norrie, grill

your source. Find out who he is, who he was with.

Ray, you can't do this. If we have two-tier police and democracy's fucked.

Democracy is not our concern.

Following the orders of your superiors is.

You're that boy. Better not do it then, eh?

Understood.

Don't tell me.

Public safety.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

The establishment is to blame.

Well... It looks that way, boss.

Two days.

He's been back.

Two days. And you're still spouting the same nonsense I've been putting up with

for years.

William Dewar ain't dead. Gail Nicholson silenced and then disappeared. And we

can't investigate because some overprivileged nonce pulls the strings.

And maybe Gail disappeared because she left her boyfriend for dead.

Nothing's feeling right, Bob.

Investigate the doctor.

See where it takes you. Find Gail Nicholson.

She's our prime suspect.

Play the system.

You can't fight it!

Two attacks in a week.

Both targeting the victim's groin.

The lover of one disappears without trace.

We've done more with less.

Just one victim?

I just said it's a crime of passion.

Lover does a runner. M.O. points to it being sexually motivated.

But this one too?

In the lamppost?

And the message.

Number two, the strange case.

Implies there's a previous victim.

Important things to keep an open mind.

You have to be able to see the pieces. They very rarely advertise themselves as

such.

Do you ever feel like we're being watched?

All the time, D.I. Drummond.

Come on.

Doctor's waiting.

I usually cover one of the other surgeries.

His regular receptionist had to take to her bed with the grief.

His son Scott's in there just now.

Thank you.

Scott Dury, DI Lennox, DI Drummond.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Were you looking for something?

Um, just collecting his things.

This was, um...

Life lived here, caring for his people. Any idea who might have done this?

Isn't that your job?

Any feuds?

Enemies? My father bled compassion, Inspector. Have some respect.

And yet he was brutally murdered and displayed. What was that? A warning?

Can you think of anyone who might have wanted to harm him? He was loved.

He gave his all for these people.

It's not the first time a public servant's been brutally cut down.

And hanged for all to see.

What'd he do in his spare time?

My father cared.

No more.

No less than that.

We'll need a statement. Let us know if anything strikes you.

You're clearly highly thought of.

I'm struggling to find the connection, Ray.

His body was hung to send the message that the jury is not what he seems. Get

Joe porn over that family. Look in the shadows. Families are always fucked up.

Everybody's got something to hide. Let's find the monster within.

He spent his whole life here.

That's not a man who's out for himself.

Maybe he made a mistake.

Got too emotionally involved.

Good people, thank you, thank you. You manufacture quite the stir everywhere

you go.

Not many people here believe you deserve this platform and not many institutions

would give it to you. No, but that's down to the media, of course.

I, on the other hand, am a great believer in knowing your enemy.

Democracy should be consensual, not confrontational. My politics are

inclusive. I leave nobody out.

Vagrants, rent boys, freaks of nature and science.

I've had encounters with every one of you, so no one can accuse me of being

revolted by the masses. So you're saying that you're a man of the people because

you shag everyone and everyone.

If society is driven by craven venal urges, then that's all we are.

Democracy is about education and opportunities.

Professor Fairchild, that is a lovely notion.

But opportunities do exist for all of us. What you need to understand is that

there's only a few of us who have the gumption to go after them. I went after

my opportunity, Mr. Gulliver.

Seized the gift of living twice.

Two lives.

Can you imagine that?

Your paltry pursuit of a tired ejaculation.

I know how she feels. I've looked deep inside myself in order to make myself

the best version I can possibly be.

Not sure about this.

We should boost.

A wee peeve off duty.

What could be more innocent?

After all, it's not like any crime was committed here, eh?

Besides, it's your case.

You fucking drummond.

Where I am?

Officer Stark.

I need a wee bit of help.

I bet it's Toph that almost had his boss cut off.

Don't know anything about that. You're fucking whole.

I'll lose my job if I talk. You will lose it if the manager here knows that

you did time for the Mark and Samantha Ronson. When do you finish?

20 minutes, Paddy. Meet us in the pub around the corner.

Be there.

a fascist? Of course I'm not. I stand as the messenger for those people left

behind. Those our social engineering has conveniently put aside. The real people

of this country. Really?

You do nothing for such people except feed their basest prejudices. I put the

people who built this country first. You're just a mouthpiece for their

fears. Don't you believe that everyone should have the right to vote and

everyone should be educated to use that vote responsibly?

I believe...

There are certain people that you cannot level up. You know, the lazy,

inadequate, work-shy welfare rats, the sponging interlopers from shithole

countries. Do you know why we still have a class system in our country?

Because it works! You're a fucking Nazi!

No platform for fascists!

Oh, God!

Bring it off! Peg!

I believe in our blessed king, the last night of the proms, Dame Judi Dench, the

Battle of Britain, Winston Churchill, and Sir Trevor Macdonald.

I'm no racist.

Get the fuck

out of here!

Look,

his name is, uh, Pickett Wilkins.

He's got some serious clout.

He must be royalty or some Secret Service guy.

He's a perv of the highest order.

Brought hookers back to the hotel, and when he got done, his mob came in and

cleaned up.

Told there's a silence or else.

That was good, pal.

Not so hard, is it, when you get the old vocal cords loosened with a Christopher

Reeve?

Ray, tracking Gail's movements has given us a few sightings of her on cameras in

the city centre in the last few days.

So Gail's no missing, she's just keeping a low profile?

Looks that way. Thanks, Joe. Keep tracking her.

Eh, that's not all.

There's a woman in reception kicking up a shindy.

I think it's your sister.

I've been thinking of everywhere Gail could be.

Not many left Springton Mind.

You give us a list of the remaining places?

No. I'm coming with you.

I was a cop.

I remember how these things go down.

I think you'll find I do know criminal law as I practice it every day. It'll be

tonight. Fine.

Street walkers tend not to do much business during the day.

Pick me up at ten?

Yeah.

What's going on here?

Oh, someone's left it at the uni demo.

She's getting at the big one about being a lawyer.

No wonder her boy's in a nick. She's a fucking bam.

She's my sister.

Oh, fuck. Sorry, Ray. Don't be. She is a fucking bam.

I'll get the wee man and his mate out.

He flung paint at Gulliver, but he's no pressing charges.

He should still get done for vandalism.

But I'll get it dropped.

Appreciate it.

Ray, thank God.

How can you work in this den of fascists? Denny, you start.

Fraser and his mate are getting out. Yes, my colleague Moira, she's Richie

Gulliver's sister, made a call to get him to drop the charges.

They were still getting done for vandalism, but have got us to drop it.

May we have a word with Fraser, eh?

He never listens to anything I say.

He shows nothing but overt resentment towards me.

What does Angus have to say?

The usual...

Dumb, trivial, spineless things he's always said.

Useless.

Can you talk to Fraser?

You two were close.

You used to take him to the football.

Jill, anything of note on the Juries?

Well, he's not such a man of the people, our Dr Jury. Privileged background,

privately educated at Gordonstoun.

But the community loved them. We're having a get-together. Brilliant.

We'll get someone there.

I need to get away.

My flatmates are doing my head in.

Do you like camping?

Yeah.

Yeah, yes.

What are you up to tonight?

Something not involving booze.

I'm gonna shoot for a dry month.

Bummer. I'm desperate to get totally pished.

Celeste's away in Inverness at her mum's for a few days. That's all going okay?

Oh yeah, it's great.

And these uniformed cops know how to have a good time.

Oh no.

I don't need to know much more about that, thanks.

Amanda?

Yeah?

Oh.

This just came in.

Tyranny's intonation's changed but the voice remains the same.

You never have to seek out damaged men of power.

They come to you, driven in their vainglorious way to tell their stories,

to self-exonerate, to connect.

This is how they will be destroyed.

Pickett Wilkins survived, but we put down a marker. Thought you'd like the

heads-up, Inspector Lennox.

We're about to get to know each other very well. You'll find me where you

least expect me.

What the fuck?

I've got a name for you, D.I. Lennox.

What?

D.I. Lennox?

No.

Christopher, Piggott Wilkins.

Fuck me, that's some slip of the scalpel.

Got a name for you too.

Irritating fucking prick.

How do we ignore this, boss? The fucking Toffs can't keep it under wraps. We've

got a killer taunting us. Don't know that.

Look's not even dead.

Jury is, boss. Number two.

Piggott Wilkins has to talk. Steady on, my boy. What have we got from Jerry's,

McGill? Lauren.

Boss. Thank you, Inspector Drummond.

So, what have we got for them?

Them? Her.

Sir. Yes.

Exactly.

Jill found Gail on CCTV.

She's no missing, she's running.

And we need to find out if it's because she's scared or because she's guilty.

And she might be able to shed some light on Pickett Wilkins. Lauren thinks she's

got a lead. We're chasing up this evening.

Lauren. Was Jerry.

No, Lauren. Boss.

I've no fucking place in this world anymore.

Everything I do and say is wrong.

And now this.

We can't ignore it, and I can't action that.

My fucking goose is cooked.

I knew you'd...

I knew you'd do it one day, eh? Thank you, Bob.

Leave me now.

I need time.

Interesting night for you, Will Mundo.

Ghosts of Christmas past and present in the car.

Aye, well, it's the one year to come that bothers me.

You don't think Gail attacked Pickett Wilkins, do you?

I've read her as mixed up, but not dangerous.

You can never know that.

Not for certain.

I might have changed a bit, but I'll never lose my nose.

20 years of polis, always a polis, huh?

Pull over here.

So, um, how is my boy to work with, Inspector Drummond?

He's a man.

He's better than most, but he's still a man.

That's not true.

He's what I made him.

When I got him, he was a chicken without a head, led by his massive balls. Look

at him now.

Empathy. Original thinker, courage, heart, all bound right behind that

pretty face.

Made by the woman I became.

He'll tell you two.

Girl's not your suspect.

Is that right, Ray?

We think it's important to keep an open mind.

Well, this is a mixed bag.

Could be an interesting night.

Have you seen this person?

She's known to frequent these areas.

She's not done anything wrong.

Grassing up's so not me, honey.

Especially when I catch the whiff of bacon on you.

I thought you got rid of that stink.

I was wrong.

My bad.

Wait.

I get your cynicism.

But I think our girl could be in trouble.

What are this lot going to do about it?

Fucking polis with such a proud record of defending sex workers' rights.

Get fucked, honey.

But you know me, Tilly.

And... And I trust these two.

Try Degsies.

Don't mention my name.

Appreciate it.

We have a lead, El Mundo.

Yes, indeed, we have a lead.

We have a lead, such as our creed, but let us not succumb to greed.

But of this lead we must take heed, unless the power we choose to cede.

Well, I'll go in. No, you're no cop.

But I won't let you in. That's right, we should head back. No, let me in.

It's Texas.

I've been here before.

Ray, if this is police business, you can get the fuck unless you've a warrant.

It's personal business.

Come and join us.

Personal.

Enter.

Make yourself comfortable, bro.

This pipe is a Tesla crack again.

Removes all that belching and pure diesel-tasting smoke.

Smooth.

Smooth.

It's good shit, eh?

Right.

Do you fancy a cup?

Yeah, come on then.

Nice to have you back, Ray.

You need to find your suit legs again.

Ronnie. Ray.

No.

Fuck's sake.

I thought everything was solid.

Dinny, look at us like that, Ray.

You've got no idea how bad it's been.

Come on. No.

No. No, look.

Dinny, help me up. No.

Gail.

Gail! No.

No, Dinny, leave me, bud. Aye, okay, okay, okay. Fuck. You better get me

home. Fuck's sake.

It's the blind leading the blind.

Hey,

do any make strangers of yourselves?

I know you're down here, Gail.

Come out.

We can help you.

Gail.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Jesus Christ.

Where's your keys? Your keys.

And the car.

Yeah. We've got the suspect.

Where are you?

Take the car. I've got to get someone in. Who is it, Ray? It's my fucking

sponsor.

How am I supposed to stay sober with my fucking sponsors and their fucking

crackers? You fucker! Sorry, Ray.

Oh, come on.

Fucking... Did

he

fucking deny it? Fucking did,

man. Have a trip.

Fuck your trips. I saw you.

I thought you were going to be all right.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants. You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants. You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

You're not going to lose your pants.

He went and turned the bears against us.

The force he took me to the cleaners.

But fuck her.

And fuck the fire brigade.

I didn't even want to tell you, Remy.

You were doing so well.

But these new crack pipes are so smooth.

They filter all the bad stuff out.

It's better for you than the foil.

Hi.

Yeah.

No, I cannae go inside, Remy.

I cannae let them see me like this.

Well, kip in the fucking car until you come down.

No, no, no. For fuck's sake.

Remy!

Remy! Drew Busby, a Ouija, and one of the last to play for the now-defunct

South Lanark, signed from Airdrie as a striker. Had a prolific partnership

there with Drew Jarvey, converted to midfield enforcer at Haas, a fan

favourite, still married, 55 goals from 178 appearances, a buzzbob.

Drew Busby.

A Ouija and one of the last to play for the now defunct Lord Lanark. I had a

prolific partnership there with Drew Jarvon.

Sorry.

Ray?

Do we have an appointment?

No.

No, we don't, but I thought...

I wanted to inhale that pipe. I wanted

it so badly.

I see.

Seeing Ronnie in that place, I started to feel like I was losing my grip. You

felt weak, useless, like the addict in you was back in control.

Yeah, but I didn't succumb, and I think that's important.

Would you like me to tell you the fact you didn't smoke the pipe is more

significant than the fact you were tempted to?

Well, I'm hoping it means something.

I mean, there's times when I'd have done it.

So what stopped you?

I need certainties on my fixed point, you know.

I thought the relationship with Trudy would do that, but only the job can.

So the job keeps you drug free until it reaches a certain level of stress, then

it enables with a vengeance.

I think that's it, yeah.

But you're only a cop because you want to solve the disturbing cases.

The ones that ultimately bring you to your knees.

Maybe.

DI Drummond?

Yes.

Helena Cairns.

All for a cult podcast?

I want to speak to a female detective at the coalface of policing.

Not a chance.

But I do like your podcast.

I watch every week as soon as it uploads.

Well, here's my card.

If you change your mind.

We know about Piggott Wilkins.

Your lover, the one who made you sign an NDA? Did you attack Christopher Piggott

Wilkins at the Lansborough Hotel?

What? No.

Didn't he pay you enough?

What happened to him? Is he okay?

Piggott Wilkins was brutally assaulted in his hotel room. He was left for dead.

Did you want Piggott Wilkins dead? You were warned to keep away, never to speak

of him again. That must have felt like a slap in the face.

No. I cared about him. It might have been love. Who knows?

But it was always going to end.

You loved him?

Men like that don't walk around with women like me on their arms.

But he made me happy.

Like me, he knew pain.

His posh school was a factory of abuse.

How do you know William Durain?

Don't know who you're talking about.

Why did you run, Gil?

What else could I do?

It was heavy as fuck.

If it wasn't you, who do you think assaulted Piggott Wilkins?

I don't know.

They must have got to him as well.

Same as they did Lauren.

You think it was the same people who warned you off?

Why would they do that?

She's telling the truth, Bob.

I've been out of the force a long time, but this place hasn't changed a bit.

It's bloody unrecognisable, Gerry. I can't keep up.

Sorry.

Lauren, of course.

It's OK.

It's not OK.

This job is about right and wrong.

I used to know the difference.

But now I can't open my mouth without saying the wrong thing.

You're learning.

Society's lost the art of patience.

Revolutions are an education, Bob.

I haven't got the energy.

Every day I walk the tightrope of being cancelled.

I don't even know how to talk to you.

You can say anything to me.

We've known each other 30 years.

I knew Gerry.

I'm probably saying all the wrong things.

But... Lauren and Jerry are not the same person. You might like Lauren.

You should take a lady out for a pint one night.

Mm-hmm.

Well, I should warn you, be strictly platonic.

I know you.

Do you remember...

The other Piggott Wilkins.

I do.

Found hanging from his staircase.

All kept fairly quiet in the press.

Like father, like son.

I mean, unless she's a top-class actress, there's no way Gail's a killer.

I've checked in with Scott Dury. The name Piggott Wilkins means nothing to

him. Ray, look.

Look at Dury's obituary.

The good doctor might not be so good.

Couldn't flush away the number one, but managed to do it with the number two.

Taking responsibility for jury two. Now it's out there for anyone to see. Why?

Why is the killer doing this?

Detective Inspector Raymond Lennox.

You look well.

I didn't think you had it in you.

You still seen that lady of yours?

What was her name again?

What did you mean?

On the phone?

Trudy.

Of course.

Oh, I get the impression she's flown the nest, Ray Lennox.

Fucking bastard!

Is this how it felt when you killed us, Ken? Fucking pedophile!

Fucking bastard!

What do you want?

I'm also getting the impression there is no lover on the scene right now.

Would I be right?

Tell me what the fuck this is about.

You need to open your eyes.

There's been a leak about me. I'm very disappointed in you, Lennox.

I got these sent through prison mail.

Someone wants to tell your story.

Knows a lot about you.

And you too.

You've been talking to someone.

Or is there a leaky vessel in your station?

He wants a claim for what I did.

As I said before, I'm not letting just any fucker tell my story.

History's only told by victors.

Find the bastard, Lennox. Do your job. Why would I give a fuck?

Why would I give a fuck about who wants to tell your fucking story?

Perhaps I am offering you some very sweet inducements to

ensure... My story remains my own.

You're a man of the people.

Especially the missing ones.

I can't find out on this Doctor Strange.

This jury fellow.

The boy is Mother Teresa with a cock.

Oh, you'll like this.

Not a lot, but... So in the interests of accountability, I'm going to doorstep

some former clients.

And next month is a police special.

Police special?

Fucking hell.

Where's Ray?

He's just dealing with some personal business.

Right, everyone, we can have your attention.

It's been 42 long and weary years

since I decided to dedicate my life to the policing of this

magnificent suspect.

I thought I might make a difference, but I'm far too worn in the boys to really

believe in all that.

The job has marked me more than I've marked it.

And sometimes you have to hear the full-time whistle and stop running

around.

I'm due a lot of leave.

So this will take effect almost immediately,

week after next.

Anyone interested in my job, please apply now.

as they are hastily organising interviews.

I want to see some of you putting your names forward.

The future of the policing of this department lies within the department.

Notice Lennox, isn't he here?

He's probably on the golf course right now with the fucking chief constable.

It's a fit-up job.

There's a well in Perthshire, near Killiecrankie, between two industrial

sites on some rough moorland. Do you know it, Lennox?

Once a beautiful site, now somewhat solid.

You know what you'll find.

And maybe two birds with one stone.

So to speak.

Sandy Gilbert, scene evidence recovery manager.

The well's been emptied and dried out for decades.

We planned to... No,

this is a specialist activity. I'm the ranking officer on this case. I've been

on it for 15 years. I am going down.

I can't advise that. I've done full abseiling training with retrieval teams.

You're going into a narrow hole in total darkness.

We don't know the integrity of the well.

It's possible this has been compromised and could subside... I've reason to

believe that in addition to at least two bodies, there's crucial evidence

pertaining to ongoing cases at the bottom of that well. I am going down.

End of discussion.

Get me my fucking rig.

Boss. A man at this stuff was dark.

It's got to stop for both your good. Tell him.

He's a sexist creep and he's angry about my promotion.

Just keep your head down.

The old ways are over. You're the rising star here.

I... I want to get there on merit, boss.

Whoever got anywhere on merit, Amanda?

I certainly didn't.

I spent my life mouthing dumb platitudes at the Sonic Club, the Golf Club,

Hospitality Suite at Tyne Castle for years.

But you just... Look at Boris Johnson, Cameron, a shit journalist and a public

relations office boy.

Do you think they ever got anywhere in merit?

They went to fucking Eton, Amanda.

But that's them.

I want to be secure in the knowledge that I... Secure?

You want security.

in a police job, in a world that is falling apart.

Wise up, Amanda.

I'll give you some advice.

Put your name in the hat for my job.

And where is Ray?

No, don't even try to tell me.

Don't send anyone else down. The walls, the walls are crumbling.

I'm getting you up to the Atlantic's. We're winding you in.

Oh, that's a fucking order. If you start to pull me up, I'll remove these fucking

harness gloves and I'll jump down.

It's not okay.

It's not okay.

He's all right.

For fuck's sake.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

You put me so... You put me so...

Thank you would have been nice

Boss. You heard?

About me jacking it in? What?

I must be crazy because I don't even know where the fuck you've been, but I

want you to apply for my job.

Seriously? Like, I mean I... Get a good candidate.

Tommy Stark's already applied.

Good for him.

Stark's a manipulative, racist, misogynistic, misanthropic alcoholic

with a short fuse.

So a strong candidate.

Thank you.

I fucking knew I was being followed. I told you I would fucking kill you if you

brought this shit again.

We're over!

I need you to meet me tomorrow.

Car park near the castle, 8.30.

You have to be joking.

It's about the sex tape, Amanda.

You've got more boss than most guys coming here on your end.

A diseased ship.

It's just temporary, Leakes.

Everything is temporary.

The question is, how temporary is this temporary? Just till they get organised.

What do you want?

What Doogie Gilman was fear of.

I want you.

On my show.

I don't know.

All they people that get to tell their stories.

All that criminal scum with their true crime.

How about me?

There's the likes of Tommy Starks, 15 minutes of fame.

Glad to have you on board.

Now, I have to love you.

Metaphorically speaking.

And leave you, physically speaking.

The most dreaded things are not the physical dangers, but the mental perils

we find ourselves in.

Our worst nightmares lie within us, dormant.

Our successes flourish, then fade.

But our failures, oh how they grow like tumours in our weary hearts.