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It's your dad's funeral tomorrow.

Were you and him close?

Tell me about him.

Your dad.

Football.

That was his first love.

1986.

The day that Hearts bottled it.

At Dens Park.

Me and Les were...

You and Les.

Aye.

It was, er...

It was the day before the match.

Gi' us a gam, then. Dinnae be a fucking tease. No.

Why no? You said... Come on! I said no!

Dinnae be a fucking lesbo! Get off me! Les!

Fuck are you doing, man?

'Sorry, what's a "gam"?'

Fellatio.

What do you think made him so aggressive?

Fuelled by shame, I suppose.

It's always the shame.

What happened...

..that time in the tunnel.

What tunnel?

You believe that violence is fuelled by shame?

Where else can it come fae?

He changed.

Les.

Before...

..he was just a kid.

Playful...

..happy.

Turned him into a bully.

These notepads seem popular.

I suppose so.

Where'd you get them?

Probably some... stationery trade catalogue.

Almost everything I say or do ends up in these pages.

This tunnel, is it something you want...?

No.

No, I-I cannae talk about that right now.

Another time maybe, yeah?

It turned Les into a bully. What about you?

What did you become?

A cop who has to get back to work.

Is that all?

Les, what the fuck are you doing?

'We all get glimpses, little fragments of memory,

'indicating how a life went up in flames.'

Die, you bastard!

What's this we're getting now? He does them compulsively.

50 push-up, 50 sit-ups. Rarely stops.

Fitness junkie.

Is he ex-forces? No, just the TA.

Classic finishing school for inadequate perverts.

I used to be in the Terries.

Anyway, I've been going through some old photos.

Turns out he's an ex fat boy. Obviously bullied.

Well, you can't say that for sure.

No, no, no. Fat boys are there to either bully or be bullied.

Sole purpose. Thank you for that.

And then he's found some exercise and diet plan -

raw meat, seeds, all that pish -

just about the time the bairns started to vanish.

What are you saying? Well, I'm not suggesting

that the diet turned him into a nonce kidnapper,

but it's just a signifier that he was getting ready

to wreak his revenge on the world. Revenge for what?

For being a fat prick. Fat boys are fat inside.

It doesn't matter how much coral reef they shed.

And I ken how to hurt fat boys.

We've been going through his laptop, but so far, there's nothing.

Not even porn sites. Well, that's concerning.

Sex offenders are generally unimaginative.

I mean, if he's constructing his scenarios

from imaginative space, then that's both novel and it's worrying.

It's not possible that anyone could do

all that meticulous planning inside their head, is it?

Of course, the yellow notebooks. It's in the yellow notebooks,

all the planning. If we find them,

we find out what happened to all those missing girls.

Lovely morning.

Are you feeling better?

I was a little under the weather yesterday.

That's putting it mildly.

Raymond Lennox, master of the understatement.

The, erm, planning,

the-the-the dossiers you mentioned,

you've written it all down, haven't you?

Where are they?

You'll find out soon enough.

But I assure you, I am very meticulous.

Can you tell us where...? Sorry, DS Drummond,

but I'm not happy talking to a lass

unless I've got my hands around her throat.

And then I become more...

..expansive.

DS Drummond leaving the interview room.

Of course.

Are these the kind of games you played with your ex-wife?

These are obviously the kind of games you play with your girlfriend.

How are you fixed for some squash?

Tomorrow lunchtime?

I've got a funeral tomorrow.

I'm sorry to hear that. Anyone close?

Look, I know you and Estelle are - or rather were - good friends.

You knew we were having,

I suppose you'd call it, an affair.

Ugh!

Yeah, but at least Estelle had the decency to resign,

which is exactly what you should do! You are a menace

to every single woman in this office!

Yeah, that's right. You're a fucking pish!

Arsehole! You make our lives a fucking misery!

You see this? This is what happens when you turn a blind eye.

- Well done. - Can't tell you how many times

he's made me uncomfortable.

The ex, Mrs Horsburgh, is she still around?

Yeah, same house, Headingly. She was interviewed

as soon as we got word you'd arrested him.

All mundane stuff, though. Yeah, no kidding me.

Too many unanswered questions.

Ken, can you fix it for me to meet her?

Tricky.

Yeah, I'll check her out, Ray. Thanks.

Amanda! Amanda!

Hey, erm, I was just wondering, could you ask Ray

if I could come down to Leeds with you?

I just think it'd be a really good experience.

Sorry, Peter Inglis is off sick,

so you're gonna have to work with the IT expert

on Confectioner's laptop. Oh, OK.

Here she is now. Sophie.

Sophie, Stuart, will look after you.

Won't you?

Yeah.

Hi, Stuart. Hey.

Erm, yeah, come with me and we'll get you settled in.

Hiya, Ray. Ken. How you doing?

I'm all right. And who's this?

DS Drummond. Amanda. Ken Custer.

Feel free to get all the last stand jokes out of the way.

Like I said, she is prepared to meet,

but she ain't too chuffed about it, so you might have to...

All right, Ken? Hey, how did your Tinder date go last night?

Er, yeah, it went all right, as it happens.

Seeing her again on Thursday.

So we have the prospect of a... Custer-fuck? Yeah?

Battle of Little Bighorn!

I'll do the introductions,

then let you get on with it, all right?

Erm, I divorced Gareth Horsburgh years ago.

We're strangers to each other now.

Probably always were. How was it when you were together?

Er, what do you expect me to say?

He was a boring, OCD civil servant.

There must have been something about him, in your eyes.

Erm... he wasn't my previous boyfriend.

He wasn't an impulsive, unstable drug addict,

so it was just a kind of classic... rebound scenario.

Did you instigate the split?

Yes. How was he about it?

He was, erm...

Yeah, he barely batted an eyelid, actually. It was very humiliating.

He even helped me pack.

What was your sex life like together?

I have spoken about this before. We're sorry for the repetition,

but your husband kidnapped and murdered several, possibly many,

girls and young women. My ex-husband

of nearly 20 years ago.

Just when the girls started to go missing.

What kind of sex did he like to have with you? Describe it.

He l...

He liked it when I was on top.

Really? A man whose prey profile is younger, vulnerable women,

whose mentality is stalk and take captive,

voluntarily cedes power to a woman in that way?

You must be hard as nails.

No.

But he was always... like he was somewhere else.

So... yeah, very distant.

But you've met him.

Yes. Why?

So you've seen how he looks at women,

especially the pretty ones.

Did he have any problems getting it up? A malformation?

Why is this relevant?

How a sex offender approaches intercourse

can tell us a lot about his crimes and his motivations.

This information could become invaluable in court,

but before we even get there, I need to charge him

with the deaths of what I estimate to be at least 15 young lasses.

15?

You were admitted to hospital on November the 3rd 2006,

February 23rd 2007 with injuries consistent with strangulation -

marks to your neck, eyelids haemorrhaged.

You said to police then

that he liked to practise auto-asphyxiation on you.

It was the only way that...

..you know, it would make him hard.

I didn't realise... that he would...

Oh, there was a young guy hanging around the stair.

I'm off duty, and that's not my department, but I'll...

He was looking through your letterbox.

I didn't see much else. He'd a hat and a hoodie.

Stu, Sophie, what's happening?

Did you find anything on the laptop? There's nothing on it, Ray.

No notes, no pictures, no indication that anything's been erased.

Must be a second laptop,

or a den with a PC.

Stu...

Thanks, guys.

Keep at it.

See you tomorrow. Sure.

Ray.

Erm...

..can I ask you something? Aye.

About that new lassie, eh, Sophie?

No.

Right, well, aye.

How did you know?

Well, I mean, she's fit as a butcher's dog

and you're a young guy with a pulse, and we're detectives.

It's just, I, erm...

Look, you've had a lot of experience with women, right?

Well, I've had enough serious relationships

and a few flings.

You know, I, erm...

I just get so shy when I'm around someone I really like.

Right.

You must think I'm weird.

No. There's... You know, there's many paths up a mountain.

And maybe you're over-thinking things.

Listen, I know this isnae what you want to hear,

but having a girlfriend isnae the be all and end all,

let me fucking tell you.

Just...

Just be yourself.

Right.

'It's his funeral this afternoon.'

He was ill for so long, it was like he was already in the spirit world.

You mentioned Dundee last time.

A football match.

Aye.

May, 1986.

'I was with my mates.

'Hearts had gone 27 games undefeated,

'and now, on the very last day of the season,'

we were playing for the championship in Dundee.

I mean, all we needed was to not lose.

In fact, we could even afford a narrow loss

'and still lift the flag.

'I suddenly felt guilty I wasn't there with my dad.

'All those games he'd taken me to as a kid.

'It was meant to be the coronation of champions,

'but it all fell apart.

'Dundee scored twice in the last seven minutes.

'Albert Kidd.

'Albert Kidd.

'My dad couldnae take it.

'I didn't even see him fall.

'Laid out on the pitch.

'I thought he was dead.

'It really was one of those

'things'll never be the same again moments.

'My dad went from being the big, strong man

'who worked on the railways to frail, scared and old.'

In a few minutes, the world changed.

What do you mean?

It was the moment.

Like the...

..crushing of the striking miners by the British state at Orgreave.

Rangers and Celtic had been challenged

by Aberdeen and Dundee United, and now Hearts.

Well, they'd spent to ensure that never happened again.

The flag was now purely to be purchased,

with no clubs outside of Glasgow having the cash to do this.

So it was emblematic of the primacy of money over everything?

Aye.

The neoliberal order.

Football, music, politics and people.

All just commodities to be bought and sold.

And I've been very busy since.

You seem to strongly identify with the victims of sexual abuse.

Well, it's my job.

Is it not your job to apprehend the perpetrators of sex abuse?

Aye.

They aren't the same thing.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not judging you negatively for caring.

Why do you do your job?

I have boundaries in my role...

..like you do in yours.

That's our hour done.

Yeah.

I should say goodbye to Dad.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I've got a new job, here in Auld Reekie.

Thought I'd pop by.

Great.

How do you know where I live?

I just asked around.

Asked around?

Who did you ask around, Keith?

I thought we might...

Yeah, I'm not that person any more.

Think you owe me a conversation at least.

Can't just forget it, Amanda.

Don't push me, Keith.

Leave Edinburgh. I'm not... Leave your new job.

Come near me again and I will fuck you up.

I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me?

I will fucking kill you!

Oh, Ray, my wee brother, you know I've always loved you.

Oh!

Oh!

Come in.

No, no. I'm just gonnae, er...

I'm just gonnae go for a wander.

What?

At least come and say hello to Mum.

I just need a bit of time alone, eh?

Oh, Ray!

Oh, my poor wee darling Raymondo.

It's OK, pal.

It's OK.

I'm just, er... I'll see you later, eh?

Here, if you're gonna exit the freak show,

at least give us a fucking heads-up so I can join you, eh?

I'll have what he's got.

Thought you were AA.

It's like AA minus God with more creative types.

My AA branch was full of old jakeballs

who literally had nothing in life bar peeve.

I mean, why wouldn't you get wrecked?

So, how goes?

Do you ever get the feeling everything in life

is totally and irredeemably fucked?

Every time a casting director tells me,

"Sorry, you're not quite right for this part."

So, er, yeah, about three times a week.

Cheers.

Oh, aye.

Fancy a wee line of ching?

Clear out of Dad's house was embarrassing.

Found Dad's porn stash.

Thing is, poor old fucker was probably using the porn

to get a root on. Told me he wasnae able to get it up for years.

That's beyond shit. Poor bastard.

My cock wouldnae feel right without an orifice wrapped around it.

Ah. We'd better nash. Relax.

My mate's a driver. He'll take us straight there.

I'll give him a call. We should go with the official cars.

Oh, fuck that boring ceremonial shite, all right?

I reserve the right to go my way,

rather than through conventions deemed acceptable by society...

Aye.

..guys.

Where are they?

Where are my boys?

They're on their way. Stuart just texted.

Oh, here's Les,

your mind of Ray's old pal.

Hi, Jackie. Mrs Lennox.

Where's Raymie? I wish I knew, Len.

I wish I knew.

Why don't we take you inside?

All right?

Mmm.

Gah.

We're cool. This shit's good.

Got it from the big man.

Fuck me, you're an annoying little cunt, but I love you.

Fuck me.

SNIFFING Ooh.

Are you two doing cocaine?

Der Trudemeister. Fancy a wee bump?

No.

Welcome.

We are gathered here to mourn the passing

of John McNeil Lennox,

loving husband of Avril,

father of Jacqueline, Raymond and Stuart,

grandad of Fraser and Murdo.

John was a family man who knew that family and close relationships

were harbours of trust and loyalty.

Essential sanctuaries in a cruel, turbulent sea of lies and treachery.

'Uncle Jock's just using the toilet.'

All right, Ma.

Fuck.

Fuck's sake, Raymie, thanks for leaving me

to talk to every wanker rattled out of my nut on coke!

What's going on? Are you not gonna talk to Mum?

Keep her the fuck away from me! Eh? What?

Raymond, listen, I...

Ray! Trudi...

The fuck's going on with you and your mum?

It's your dad's funeral. Exactly.

She kens. What are youse even doing here, you sick bastards?!

What the fuck is going on? That's our ma

and our dad's best mate! I ken who the fucking creeps are!

Eh? You still using the toilet, Uncle Jock, eh?

Eh?! Ray!

I'll go.

Youse see to your ma, eh?

It's all down to me.

Mind when I got huckled

at Haymarket nick... for rowing at Tynie?

That was excruciating.

My mate pulled for a football pagger.

Aye.

You ended up a cop, me a football thug.

Definitely got the worst of that deal.

You... have to let this go.

The tunnel.

I mean, you had it worse than me, but... cannae get past it.

It fucked me up for years, Ray.

Got lifted all the time at football.

The reason I became a cop was to find those bastards.

I wanted access to the sex offenders databases.

I've been scouring them mugshots for years.

Did you find them? No.

It's like he vanished into thin air.

I havenae found them.

I'm stuck.

How do you get past it?

By... investing in something

that means more to me than my own life. Huh?

You got a nice girl back there.

Let it go.

Come on, mate.

Come back, huh?

Come back.

Just give me a few minutes, eh?

Aye.

Ray! Ray!

Ray! Raymie, for fuck's sake, man!

We need to get him to a hospital.

Oh, baby, what have you done?

Right...

OK?

Hey.

You need to take one of these for the pain,

one of these for the anxiety...

I need to go to work. No.

There you go.

There you go. All you need to do now is go to sleep.

Confectioner, he... he...

..he never asked me.

He never...

Asked you what?

Why. Asked me why.

You just need to sleep, Ray. We can talk about it all later.

They got me.

I mean, not like they got Les, but they got me.

I got away.

They got me.

Where's Lennox?

On leave.

Huh.

First he was away, now it's... leave.

I didn't think I'd break him so soon.

It's bereavement leave.

Oh. Oh, dear.

Well, it must be somebody close if he's forgoing our little bouts.

So, you have no knowledge of where you were

on April the 5th 2011

when Claire Gorman vanished?

First, they send in a green young man

who needs a good feed and a bit of rumpy-pumpy,

and now they expect me to tell all

to an irrelevant bull dyke.

You have no recollection of where you were

on the 5th of April 2011?

Does this ring any bells?

Claire Gorman.

She was strangled with her own tights.

Does it give you, er, ideas

for your lesbo group activities?

Look at it.

Claire Gorman.

She was a living, breathing human being.

You look at it and tell me - and be honest -

would you fuck her?

Eh?

Masturbation injury?

Oh, sorry, you're probably not in t'mood for jokes now, are you?

A funeral, I'm hearing.

I'm sure you wish me as little distress as possible.

Where are the yellow notepads?

I have to confess...

..to being a little hurt.

Really? Why?

Because you missed my first starring appearance

on CCTV camera in Edinburgh.

Did I?

Did you hear that, DS Drummond?

That's the sound of your partner squirming inside.

Is that what you hear, aye?

Sticks out a mile.

Your sinuses are jammed,

probably with cocaine...

..the hangover fear is crushing your bones,

and your piano-wire nerves are stretched to breaking point.

You need days of sleep.

How did I miss your first starring appearance on CCTV?

The night before I took her,

when she went with her mam and her sister

to that grotty fast food place... Yeah, so what?

Well, it were easy to distract 'em.

'Tess were out of action t'next day.'

All right, darling? OK, sweetheart?

'So guess who had to walk to school on her own the following morning.'

Shabby police work, Lennox.

Not thinking to check the CCTV footage

from t'night before her disappearance.

What kind of avenging angel are you?

Why Britney? Why did it have to be her?

She was of no consequence.

If it weren't her, it would've been somebody else.

I think...

..that we've both experienced a-a darkness...

..that's consumed us.

I think it defines our lives, you and me.

No.

Once the beast...

gets his claws into you,

that's it, game over.

You burn with shame.

We are the same.

We just have different coping mechanisms.

I can smell it off you.

A wretched, rotten, vile stench.

Got it all worked out, haven't you, huh?

Eh?

You've even got your wee philosophy to justify your crimes, eh?

You replay it in your mind over and over.

Do you fantasise about your abuser... hmm?

Don't tell me you don't get that twinge in your balls

and feel the blood surge into your cock.

And so you have to...

..obliterate the memory, don't you, with drink and drugs

and...

..crime?

Is that what you think? It's what I know.

And so do you.

I know what you want.

What do I want? You want freedom.

You want the beast to let go.

You're living a half life, Lennox.

Searching for salvation.

There's no joy for you, is there?

When you're pumping your girlfriend... Trudi, is it?

..you're not really there, are you? Are you? You're back with him,

feeling his touch on you.

And that's what gets you off, in't it?

I'm not you.

Men like us, Ray,

we live... in shame.

We're not the same.

And the only way...

Ray... ..to deal with it

is to seize back control.

Face it.

Face... the beast.

Come on.

Come on.

Let it go. Just let it go.

Argh!

Uh!

That's it, that's it.

Just-just-just-just feel the shame, Ray. Wallow in it.

Wallow on it. Go on, let it take over you.

That's it, that's it.

That's it.

Once the beast's got his claw into you, you're dead.

You look alive, but... you might as well be six feet under, eh?

Locked in there forever.

Buried alive.

Little Francesca Allen...

..did you know it was her birthday when I took her?

Course you did.

She still had, erm...

..frosting on her lips.

She's out at Moseley Bog.

Alison Sturbridge...

..she's at t'bottom of Egerton Quarry.

You killed them?

Course I did. I killed them all.

Nula Andrews? Stacey Earnshaw?

Britney Hamil? Claire Gorman?

Hazel Lloyd?

There were 15 in total.

But at least I set 'em free.

I might've kidnapped the bodies, but...

..I set their souls free.

I didn't keep 'em alive...

..so they could suffer the shame and the indignity

that you go through every fucking day.

You know, you're wrong.

All this shit in your head, in my head,

in the heads of...

..of everyone out there.

It doesnae matter a fuck.

Only weak fools succumb to negative impulses.

The only thing that matters

is how you behave...

..and the choices that you make.

And you have made...

..weakling's choices, Gareth.

And now you're about to face the consequences of those.

You're on, Dougie.

We're deep in stoppage time.

You two, get to fuck! You can't!

We're meant to be the good guys!

You watch how a real policeman works.

I want a lawyer! Fuck off!

I'll give you a fucking lawyer!

You'll get the same that Britney Hamil got!

This is your fucking lawyer!

You have to put a stop to this.

'Argh!' 'Die, bastard!

'Bastard Confectioner!'

Argh! Argh!

Nice work, Ray.

Now, you go home.

I tried, Bob.

I tried to save those lasses. Not another word!

You're on leave till further notice.

Now, go!

'Is everything OK?'

No. But better than it could be, eh?

'Once you've stared evil in the face, there's no coming back.

'You're standing in darkness and the walls close in.

'Those walls of terror.'

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