All language subtitles for Crime - S02E02

First day back, uh?

Aye.
Tommy Stark, transferred from Vice.

That Drummond girl? She's fucked up.

Gerry was my first partner.
My mentor.

He left the polis ten year ago,
started a new life as a woman.

This is my friend Gayle's place.
She's a vulnerable transwoman.

She's been in
a very secretive relationship

with a high-profile sugar daddy.

Someone made Gayle sign an NDA

to say she wouldnae discuss
the relationship.

Name's blanked out.

A boy nearly lost
his wedding tackle.

And I went and saw the mess
at the Landsburgh Hotel.

We need to know
who was in that room.

LENNOX: 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.

INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO

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 postmortem.

"Hashtag two, the strange case."

What does that mean?

Dr William Durie,

a GP practising for over 25 years
in Wester Hailes.

MBE for services to the community,
salt of the earth.

Maybe somebody didnae think
he was that squeaky clean.

Death caused by slashing
the femoral artery in the groin.

Hung from a lamp-post postmortem.

The carving on his chest reads,
"The strange case number two."

This killer is using Durie's death
to make a statement

and we have whispers
of an attack here.

The Landsburgh Hotel.

A crime we can't investigate.
Ray...

What connects the saintly Durie
and the anonymous toff?

Tommy, Norrie, grow your source.
Find out who he is, who he was with.

Ray, you can't do this.

If we have two-tier policing,
democracy's fucked!

Democracy is not our concern.

Following the orders
of your superiors is.

Hear that, boys?
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 Durie, dead. Gayle Nicholson
silenced and then disappeared.

And we can't investigate

because some overprivileged nonce
pulls the strings?!

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

Nothing's feeling right, Bob.

Investigate the doctor.

See where it takes you.

Find Gayle Nicholson.

She's our prime suspect.

Play the system.

You can't fight it!

HE SIGHS

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'd have said
it's a crime of passion.

Lover does a runner, MO points
to it being sexually motivated.

But this one, too?

And the lamp-post?

And the message.

Number two, the strange case.

Implies there's a previous victim.

Mm.

Important thing's
to keep an open mind.

You have to be able
to see the beast.

They very rarely
advertise themselves as such.

Do you ever feel like
we're being watched?

All the time, DI 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 Durie, DI Lennox, DI Drummond.

Sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Are you looking for something?

Erm, just collecting his things.

This was him.

A life lived here,
caring for his people.

Any idea who might've 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've 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...

..and no less than that.

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

He's clearly highly thought of.

I'm struggling to find a connection,
Ray.

His body was hung to send a message
that Durie is not what he seems.

Get Gill poring 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'd made a mistake.

Got too emotionally involved.

BOOING,
JEERING

That's him.
BOOING CONTINUES

All right. Thank you, good people,
thank you, thank you.

You, er... You manufacture
quite the stir everywhere you go.

BOOING

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.

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

Democracy should be consensual,

not confrontational.

My politics are inclusive.
JEERING

I leave nobody out.

Vagrants, rent boys,
freaks of nature and science.

BOOING
Fuck's he talking about?

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 anyone
and everyone?

LAUGHTER

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

democracy is about education
and opportunities.

CHEERING

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?

In your paltry pursuit
of a tired ejaculation?

LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE

I know how you feel,
I know how she feels.

I've looked deep inside myself

in order to make myself
the best version I can possibly be.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

DISTANT SIREN WAILS

I'm 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,
and fucking Drummond.

Brian.

Officer Stark.

Need a wee bit of help.

About this toff
that almost had his balls cut off.

I don't know anything about that.
Your fucking hole.

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?
Twenty minutes, but I...

Meet us in the pub
around the corner.

Be there.

CHEERING

Are you 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?

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

I believe there are certain people
that you cannot level up.

They're the lazy, inadequate,
workshy welfare rats,

the sponging interlopers
from shit-hole countries.

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

Because it works!

BOOING
Fucking Nazi!

No platform for fascists!
Nazi!

SHOUTING,
JEERING

Ha-ha, go on, bring it...
bring it on.

Pig.

I believe in our blessed King,
the Last Night of the Proms,

Dame Judi Dench, the Battle
of Britain, Winston Churchill

and Sir Trevor McDonald.

BOOING

I'm no racist.

Mr Gulliver...

SHOUTING,
JEERING

Get the fuck out of here!

Look,

his name is, er, Piggot-Wilkins.

He's got some serious clout.

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 us 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 Gayle's movements
has given us a few sightings of her

on cameras in the city centre
in the last few days.

So Gayle's not missing,
she's just keeping a low profile?

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

Er, that's not all.

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

I think it's your sister.

FAIRCHILD: 'I've been thinking
of everywhere Gayle could be

'and not many left spring to mind.'

Can you give us a list
of the remaining places?

'No. I'm coming with you.

'I was a cop,
remember how these things go down.'

I think you'll find
I do know criminal law

as I practise it every day.
'It'll be tonight.'

When?

'Streetwalkers tend not to do
much business during the day.'

Pick me up at ten?

Ah.

KEYPAD TONES CLICK

SENT MESSAGE NOTIFICATION

MOBILE PHONE CHIMES

One moment, madam. Please wait here.

DOOR BLEEPS

What's going on out there?

Her son was lifted at the uni demo.

She's giving it the big one
about being a lawyer.

Nae wonder her boy's in the nick.
She's a fucking barm.

RAY CHUCKLES
She's my sister.

Oh, fuck, sorry, Ray.

Don't be. She is a fucking barm.

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

He flung paint at Gulliver,

but he's not 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?!

Dinnae you start.

Fraser and his mate are getting out.

Yes, my colleague Moira -
she's Richard Gulliver's sister -

made a call to get him
to drop the charges.

Well, they're still getting done
for vandalism,

but I've got us to drop it.

Maybe have a word with Fraser, eh?

He never listens to anything I say.

He shows nothing
but overt resentment towards me.

What does, er...
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.

Er...

Gill, anything of note
on the Duries?

Well, he's not such a man
of the people, our Dr Durie.

Privileged background,
privately educated at Gordonstoun,

but the community loved him.

They're having a get-together.
Brilliant.

We'll get someone there.

I need to get away.
SHE LAUGHS

My flatmates are doing my head in.

Do you like camping?

Yeah. Yeah, yes.

HE SIGHS

HE CHUCKLES

HE LAUGHS

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 still going OK?

Oh, yeah, it's great,

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

OK. I don't need to know much more
about that, thanks (!)

Amanda?
Yeah?

Oh.

This just came in.

"Tyranny's intonations change,
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.

"Piggot-Wilkins survived.
But we put down a marker.

"I 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?!

WHISPERING: I've got a name for you,
DI Lennox.

What?

DI Lennox.

No. Christopher Piggot-Wilkins.

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

I've 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.

Bloke's not even dead.
Durie is, boss, number two.

Piggot-Wilkins has to talk.

Steady on, my boy. What have we got
from Gerry's mate Gayle?

Lauren... boss.

Thank you, Inspector Drummond.
So, what have we got from him?

Them?
Her... sir.

Yes, exactly.

Gill found Gayle on CCTV.

She's not missing, she's running.

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

And she might be able to shed
some light on Piggot-Wilkins.

Lauren thinks she's got a lead,
we're chasing up this evening.

Lauren?

Was Gerry, now Lauren, boss.

MUFFLED YELL

I've no fucking place in this world
any more.

Everything I do and say is wrong.

And now this.

I 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, though.
Thank you, Bob.

Leave me now.

I need time.

DOOR OPENS,
THEN CLOSES

Interesting night for you, El Mundo.

Ghosts of Christmas Past and Present
in the car.

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

You don't think Gayle
attacked Piggot-Wilkins, do you?

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

You can never know that,
not for certain.

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

Twenty years of polis,
always a polis, huh?

Aye.

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.

THEY LAUGH

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...

HE CHUCKLES

..made by the woman I became.

He'll tell you, too.

Gayle's not your suspect.

That right, Ray?

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

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Well, this is a mixed bag.

Could be an interesting night.
Have you seen this person?

She's known to frequent these areas.

Ah, no.
She's not done anything wrong.

Grassing-up's so not me, honey.

Especially when I catch
the whiff of bacon on youse.

Thought you'd got rid of that stink.

I was wrong. My bad.

Wait!

I get your cynicism,

but I think our girl
could be in trouble.

And what are this lot
gonna do about it?

Fucking polis,

with such a proud record
of defending sex workers' rights?

Get fucked, honey.

You know me, Tilly.

And...

And I trust these two.

Try Degsy's.

Don't mention my name.

Appreciated.

We have a lead, El Mundo.

Yes, indeed, we have a lead.

We have a lead, such is our creed,
but let us not succumb to greed!

But obviously we must take care,
unless the power we choose to cede.

BOTH LAUGH

I'll go in.
No, you're not a cop.

Well, they won't let you in.

That's right, we should head back...
They'll let me in.

It's Degsy's. Been here afore.

DOOR LOCK BUZZES

Ray.

If this is polis business,

you can get tae fuck
unless you have a warrant.

If it's personal business...

..come and join us.

Personal.
HE SNIFFS

Enter.

DOOR CLOSES

Make yourself comfortable, bro.

This pipe is the Tesla
of crack cocaine.

Removes all that belching,
impure, diesel-tasting smoke.

Smooth.

Smooth.

MAN: Yo, Degsy?

HE INHALES SHARPLY

Ah, it's good shit.
Aye.

Right.
Uh-huh.

Do you fancy a cuppa?

Yeah, go on, then.

How nice to have you back, Ray.

When did you find
your sea legs again?

PERSON RETCHING,
VOMITING

Argh!

Ronnie.

Ray.

No. Fuck's sake!
I thought everything was solid.

Dinnae look at us like that,
Ray, mate.

You've got nae idea
how bad it's been. Ray...

Come on.
No, no.

No!
Come on.

Dinnae help me up, no!

Gayle? Gayle!

No, no, dinnae leave me.

Ah, OK, OK, OK, fuck!

You've gotta get me home.
Fuck's sake. Gayle!

Gayle! Wait!

Fuck you!

It's the blind leading the blind.
DEGSY CHUCKLES

Hey! Dinnae make strangers
of yourselves.

SHE SHRIEKS
Idiot!

I know you're down here, Gayle.

Come out.

We can help you.

Gayle?

GAYLE SHOUTS,
CRIES

It's OK.

It's OK.

Jesus Christ.

Where's your keys?

Your keys.
CAR BLEEPS

In the car.

Oh, fuck!
In.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Yeah?

We've got the suspect.
Where are you?

Take the car.
I've gotta get someone home.

'Who is it, Ray?'
It's my fucking sponsor.

How am I supposed to stay sober

when my fucking sponsor's
in a fucking crackhouse?!

You fucker!
I'm sorry, Ray, mate.

Come on. Yeah.

Ohh, come on.

Come on, you stupid fucking thing!

HE INHALES
Oh, fuck.

MAN SHOUTING

WOMAN SHOUTING

MAN: Yes, you fucking did.
WOMAN: I love you!

INDISTINCT SHOUTING

Dinnae fucking deny it!

Oh, have a chip, have a chip.
Fuck your chips.

MAN: I saw you!
Dinnae fucking deny it.

SHE SHRIEKS

Go in the house...

HE SHRIEKS

Pick on some radge your own size.

What the fuck you doing?!

Aye, you're welcome, doll.

What you done, you ignorant radge?!

Better than a wank any day.

She went and turned the bairns
against us,

before she took me to the cleaners.

But fuck her!

And fuck the fire brigade.

I was... I didnae want to tell you,
Ray, mate.

You were doing so well.

But these new crack pipes,
they're so smooth.

They filter all the bad stuff out.

It's better for you than the foil,
aye.

Here you are.

I cannae go inside, Ray, mate.

Eh?

I cannae let them see me like this!

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

No, no, no, no!
Fuck's sake.

Ray, mate. Ray!

Drew Busby, a weegie,

and one of the last to play
for the now defunct Third Lanark.

Signed from Airdrie as a striker,

had a prolific partnership
with Drew Jarvie,

converted to midfield at Hearts.

A fan favourite, still managed
55 goals from 178 appearances.

'Drew Busby, a weegie,

'and one of the last to play
for the now defunct Third Lanark.

'Had a prolific partnership there
with Drew Jarvie...'

Sorry.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Ray? Do we have an appointment?

Er, 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, 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 in life,
fixed point, you know?

Er, I thought the relationship
with Trudi 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 Fur Coat podcast.

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

Not a chance.

But I do like your podcast.

I watch it every week,
as soon as it uploads.

Well, here's my card.

If you change your mind.

We know about Piggot-Wilkins.

Your lover,
the one who made you sign an NDA.

Did you attack
Christopher Piggot-Wilkins

at the Landsburgh Hotel?

What?! No.

Didn't he pay you enough?

What happened to him? Is he OK?

Piggot-Wilkins was brutally
assaulted in his hotel room.

He was left for dead.

Did you want Piggot-Wilkins dead?

You were warned to keep away,
never to speak of him again.

That must've felt like
a slap in the face?

No.

I cared about him.
It might've 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 Durie?

I don't know
who you're talking about.

Why did you run, Gayle?

What else could I do?

It was heavy as fuck.

If it wasnae you, who do you think
assaulted Piggot-Wilkins?

I don't know.

They must've 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?

I don't know.

She's telling the truth, Bob.

Now, I've been out of the force
a long time,

but this place hasn't changed a bit.

HE SCOFFS

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

Sorry.

Lauren. Of course.

It's OK.
Ah...

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... 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!

Well, I knew Gerry.

I'm probably saying
all the wrong things.

But Lauren and Gerry
are not the same person.

You might like Lauren.

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

HE BLUSTERS
Mm-hm.

Well, I should warn you,
it'd be strictly platonic.

THEY LAUGH

I know you!

THEY LAUGH

Do you remember
the other Piggot-Wilkins?

Ooh, 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 Gayle's our killer.

I've checked in with Scott Durie.

The name Piggot-Wilkins
means nothing to him.

Ray? Look.

Look at Durie'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 Durie,
too.

It's out there for anyone to see.

Why? Why is the killer doing this?
MOBILE PHONE RINGS

MR CONFECTIONER: 'Eh-up, Lennox.

'Long time, no see.

'Still failing to catch somebody,
I believe?

'You lack an imagination,
Raymond Lennox, that's your problem.

'You never did find me.
I had to come to you.

'And once again, you're looking
in all the wrong places.

'Something's going badly wrong
in your office...

'..and I'll tell you why,

'if you come and pay me a visit.'

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Detective Inspector Raymond Lennox.

You look well.

I didn't think you had it in you.

You still seeing that lady of yours?

What was her name again?

What did you mean, on the phone?

Trudi.

Of course.

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

Fucking bastard!

This isn't a film! You killed
those kids, fucking paedophile!

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.

LENNOX CHUCKLES

Someone wants to tell your story?

Knows a lot about you.

Mm.

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 t'victors.

Find the bastard, Lennox,
do your job.

YELLS: 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.

Cannae find owt on this Dr Strange,
this Durie fella.

The boy is Mother Teresa
wi' a cock.

Ah, 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,
if I 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 cesspit.

I thought I might make a difference,

but I'm far too worn in the baws
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 isnae here?

He's probably on the golf course
right now

with the fucking Chief Constable.

It's a fit-up job if ever I saw one.

MR CONFECTIONER: 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 sullied.

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 plan to...
Where's my rig?

No, this is a specialist...

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 at any...

I've reason to believe that,
in addition to at least two bodies,

there's crucial evidence
pertinent to ongoing cases

at the bottom of that well.
I am going down, end of discussion.

Get me my fucking rig.

Boss?

Amanda, this stuff with Stark
has 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.

But...

Who ever got anywhere on merit,
Amanda?!

I certainly didn't.

I spent my life mouthing dumb
platitudes at the Masonic club,

the golf club, hospitality suite
at Tynecastle, 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
on 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.

'This radio signal will probably
cut out when you get past 30 feet

'and it's around 50 to the bottom.'

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

'I'm getting you out of there,
Lennox. We're winding you in.'

No, that's a fucking order.
If you start to pull me up,

I'll remove these fucking
harness clips and I'll jump down.

'On your own head, Lennox.

'Fucking Serious Crimes cowboys
are gonna cost me my fucking job.'

RADIO BLEEPS

Francesca Allen, 14, Selly Oak,
Birmingham.

Madeleine Parry, 17,
Pontefract, Yorkshire.

Alison Sturbridge, 15, Preston.

Juliet Rowe, 12, Luton.
Fiona Martin, 14...

..Sheffield, Angela Harrison, 15,
Wolverhampton,

Hazel Lloyd, 14, Portobello,
Edinburgh.

Valentina Rossi, 14, Dunfermline.

Karleen Holmes, 16,
Finchley, north London.

It's not OK. It's not OK.

Fuck!

Oh...

For fuck's sake.

Hazel.

Hazel Lloyd.

For fuck's sake!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

You poor wee soul.

You poor wee soul.

Ah, you.

Who are you?

Oh, my God.

Get me up!

A "thank you" would be nice.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

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...

'You're a good candidate.

'And Tommy Stark's already applied.'

Good for him.

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

'with a short fuse.'

So, a strong candidate?

BAGPIPES PLAYING

SIREN WAILS

I fucking knew I was being followed.

I told you I would fucking kill you
if you pulled this shit again.

We're OVER!

I need you to meet me tomorrow.

Car park near the castle,
eight thirty.

You have to be joking.

It's about the sex tape, Amanda.

You've got more baws than most guys
coming here on your own.

A diseased shit-pit.

It's just temporary, likes.

Everything is temporary.

The question is how temporary
is this temporary?

Just till I get organised.

What do you want?

What Dougie Gillman was feart of.

I want you on my show.

Fair enough.

All the other people
that get to tell their stories,

all that criminal scum
with their true crime.

How about me?

Where's the likes of Tommy Stark's
15 minutes of fame?

Glad to have you on board.

Now, I have to love you...

Metaphorically speaking.

..and leave you,
physically speaking.

LENNOX: The most dreaded things
are not the physical dangers,

but the mental perils
we find ourselves in.

Our worst nightmares lie within us,
dormant.

DOOR OPENS

Our successes flourish, then fade.

Oh, Ray.

But our failures,
oh, how they grow,

like tumours in our weary hearts.

HE SOBS
Ohh.

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