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Erskine's eyelids were removed.

What did he see?

He was housing a large
collection of illegal porn.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot?"

Norrie Erskine worked
at Adrey House Hotel.

He was there at the same time
as Ritchie Gulliver,

William Durie,
and Christopher Piggot-Wilkins.

A student on Christmas cover.

She accused a group of guests
of sexual assault.

Erskine was following someone.

His name's Victor Maslow.

I've fucking seen him.

I saw you with Lennox last night.

He's a client. That's all.

That person must be stopped.

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

Democracy is not our concern.

I was raped.

I was ten.
And I was terrified.

There's nothing wrong
with being honest, son.

I'm not your son, Jock.

These interviews tomorrow,

at least pretend
to give a shit about this.

Armando?

There you go, Vic.

40 years I spent cleaning
offices down at the bonds.

Back-breaking work.

But we were a family,
me and the other lassies.

Took pride in what we did.

Okay.

And now Jock Allardyce will
share some memories with us.

I was at sea on the merchant fleet.

Then, I ended up in the railways.

An honest living.

But I wasn't honest.

I cheated on my wife
and my best pal for 30 years.

Sneaking behind their backs.

All for a glance.

A touch of the hand.

Afternoon delight with my best pal's wife.

I'm not proud.

Worried what it would do
to her eldest boy.

He was sensitive, she said.

I resented him for that.

So I did a terrible thing.

We're together now, but it's too late.

Her boy paid the price for my actions.

I owe them the truth.

Sometimes there are days
that live forever,

days that shape and define you indelibly.

When everything you've built
crashes to the ground.

Looks like Lennox never showed.

Good for me.

Two-horse race -- stallion
Starkers against the filly.

You are a pathetic.
Puerile. Little. Man.

Do you really believe
you're promotion material?

Aye, Filly Fucking Nonsense.

Mind, I know all about
your bull. Shit. Sister.

Aw, for fuck sake.

Sometimes, if you're
being honest with yourself,

your biggest inspirations in life

are not the virtuous mentors,

but the utter, fucked up,
self-serving arseholes.

For these are the pricks
you kicketh against.

Detective Inspector Lennox,
obvious opening question --

What makes you want this job?

When the whole gig
is heading for the rocks,

there is a perverse pleasure

in steering towards them at high speed.

It's the only imperilment we have left.

Well...

Victor Maslow.
Born 10th June, 1995.

Grew up and attended school in Muirhouse.

Worked for a period of time cutting grass

for the council's recreation
department ten years ago.

Now, he lost that job after an accident

that caused severe nerve damage
to his left arm,

for which he was hospitalised.

No mention of where and when
the accident took place.

No arrest record to speak of.

Maslow is dangerous,
and he could kill again.

Step it up.

Good morning.
Welcome to Review 11.

It's 10:45 in the a.m., and
the weather outside is...

We've got a great show
coming up for you this morning.

Coming up, we'll be playing Larry Quinn.

"Rise, rebel, rise."

I mean, what the fuck is this?

Armando's parents bought him it.

I think it's cool.

It was his 18th.

He's, er, wanted one like forever.

Why do you think it's cool?

It's just really inspirational.

Well, but what does it mean to you?

It's, uh...

Sticking it to the man.

People refusing to take any shit.

Right?

We've becomes so disengaged these days.

Is Armando still in bed?

What's he got in for breakfast?

We are agents of the state.

But what is that state?

Is it there to feed people,
to clothe them,

to provide them with homes,

financial and employment opportunities?

No.

The state used to do these things.

This was the post-war settlement

our modern democracy was founded on,

that balance between people and money.

But now politicians are entertainers,

with a media to distract us
while they build fiefdoms

and palaces
for a smaller and smaller elite,

looting the taxpayer's purse at will.

And this is the society
that you want me to police?

My partner was murdered.

Yes, he had problems.

But how did we get there, eh?

Under my watch, that. Won't. Happen.

I can make a difference.

Get our clean-up rate
the highest in Britain.

Modernise the force.

We have to be the best of ourselves.

We call ourselves the police service,

but who do we serve?

What is the law?

Who does the law that we enforce benefit?

We are there to protect the
property of the bourgeoisie.

The desk bound...

I mean, what do they actually do?

Shuffle papers and get in the road.

A street police presence
reassures. The. Public.

We don't want police officers
charging around the streets.

We have cameras everywhere.

We need cops who are tech savvy
and can crunch data,

who don't bring emotions into police work.

Sometimes, here in Serious Crime,

we get to pursue the real bad bastards --

The paedos, the rapists,

the abusers who prey on those weaker.

Then all of a sudden, our work
has a real moral calling.

I've learnt so much from DI Lennox.

But can you really police

if you don't sort out your emotional life?

Leave that stuff at home.

Don't let it get in the way.

Be professional.

They used to call me "Iron Man"
when I was in Vice,

after the superhero.

Millionaire playboy Tony Stark.

Well, they called me that because

I. Got. Results.

To deploy IT imaginatively,

but with respect for citizens' rights.

To support officers suffering
from stress and burnout.

To increase diversity

and to make the force
a safer place for women.

It's fucking consumerism.

A struggle to put food on the table

reduced to a rich kid's toys?

What's a poster like this doing
in a rich man's shag palace?

He's got a Lenin one in the bedroom, too.

Should have seen his face
when he unwrapped it.

It cost over a grand.

Do you even know who Lenin is?

Lexi, who is Lenin?

Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov,
better known as Vladimir Lenin,

was a Russian revolutionary, politician,

and political theorist.

I do now.

Look, Armando's parents have paid for it,

and we're the ones being inspired.

Political action right there.

Cocooned in a bourgeois property

during a devastating
cost of living crisis,

while the richest five% of the population

are getting richer still?

Keep cool, Vic.

Do you want some breakfast, Vic?

Let me explain.

I don't want this job.

I just came here to --
To testify to you all.

It's people like you

who have presided over
the decline of the police.

How could I work with you?

I don't want this job.

Ray, Ray. Stop. Stop.

What the hell is going on
with the men in your department?

I know that the Erskine murd-- homicide

affected all of us very deeply.

But please think about your future.

I'm sorry, boss.
I've wasted your time.

But you are wasting
a lot of people's time.

I know, in different ways,

you've all been able
to make your peace with this.

Good on you. Sadly...

...I can't any more.

The truth is...

I was never really here.

We are the kamikaze pilots
of social change.

So let's crash that plane.

It's the one thing we can do.

It's the ultimate sacrifice.
Wouldn't you say, Fraser?

It's all well and good, man,

but that sofa's shit to sleep on.

It'll all be alright in the end, Vic.

Come on, you lazy git!

I made you a cup of tea.

How the fuck has it come to this?

You've achieved so much for this city.

Why?

Why shit the bed?

I'm sorry, Bob.

I told you...

Be my Cantona.

Well, you've done it now.

You wandered away...

Just like him.

I wouldnae have had any career
at all without you, boss.

You gave me a longer leash
than I deserved.

I must be demented.

But, er, working with you is perversely

the thing I'll miss most about this job.

People don't understand...

How hard it is, this job that we do.

Is there anything
I can do for you?

Drop the disciplinary charges
against Struthers.

He needs to grow up
in a forgiving organisation

full of folks who ken
what it's like to be...

To be human.

Struthers, come into my office.

I always did let you get away
with fucking mur--

Homicide.

Fucking homicide.

I have been trying to show you

that this is how most people
live their lives -- in fear.

Fear of never having enough to eat,

fear that the police'll
wipe them out at any moment,

fear of never escaping the shit hole

into which they were born.

But Armando,

you killed him.

This is everything
we've spoke about, Fraser.

Revolution.

Inequality, righting wrongs.

He was our friend.

Yet he paid lip service to our objectives.

There are real people out there
with no roof over their heads

and all the while,
this privileged prick is --

Was -- being bankrolled
by Mummy and Daddy.

You're mental.

Why would you do something like that?

Have you not been listening
to anything I've said?

I need a piss.

Well, obviously,
I locked the door.

This man is a fucking freedom fighter.

This is no. Longer. A. Place.
For. Real. Police.

You really tell them
to ram it up their holes,

then fucking quit?

Ray?

Not in those exact words,

but pretty much the message, aye.

And was it...

Was it me?

Erm...

Was it something I did?

Er, no.

No, Amanda, it wasnae you.

I guess...

I guess it makes things less complicated.

Sally?

It's not like you to call me.

Is everything alright?

Come and see me, Ray.

We need to talk.

Er...

Okay.

I'm -- I'm on my way.

I need to go.

Ray...

It's open.

Hello, Ray.

My mum and dad --
They'll be looking for me.

I said I'd ring them first thing.

I'll let you into a little secret --

I fucking hate your uncle.

You don't even know him.

Oh, Fraser, I know him.

And I know you.

He is a servant of the state.

And you're a joyrider.

I know that in ten years' time,
you'll be your mother,

pushing paper 'round a desk,

dressed in a pinstripe suit,

driving a Range Rover Evoque.

How -- How do you know about Mum?

Just like you, they're all performance.

You play at being liberated
and progressive.

Do you know how fucking stupid you look,

too immature to understand

the logical conclusions
of anything you say?

I do. I'm not them.

You've always taught us to oppose

the fucking stilted
bourgeois conditioning.

You can't give up on us now,

for fuck's sake.

Vic!

Amanda, look.

This is the woman
who made the rape complaint

to senior management at Adrey House.

That's her there.

I don't believe it.

Get hold of Ray, now.

- Amanda?
- Now!

Probably taken about...

Ten minutes before the bells.

The night my life changed.

Why are you dressed like this?

Isn't this what men see
when they look at a woman?

Not all men.

Would you like to think that, Ray?

Consider the strength and size of men,

that inevitable inequality.

An empath like you will always
think you're different.

But is it not true to say that...

Every man who lies on my couch is a beast?

Why am I here, Sally?

I'm worried about you, Ray.

You're on the same path
I was on.

What do you mean?

The desire to...

Wreak revenge is overwhelming,

but it's unsatisfying and reductive.

All it does...

...turns you into what you fear the most.

Which is what?

You and Victor Maslow
are fascinating case studies.

Both wallowing in victimhood,
displaying narcissistic traits,

both defined by great revenge narratives.

You're not so far apart.

Maslow sat there and told me
how he acted on his vengeance.

He couldn't stop telling me about it.

It fuelled him.

He loved it.

It defined him.

Tell me about Maslow.

Injured in an accident,

doing a favour for an uncaring man.

He lost his job during months
of recuperation,

and his resentment grew.

Revenge fantasies are common
for victims of trauma.

It's about redressing the balance.

But his sense of injustice

at what he lost...

Tipped that balance.

He murdered that man
and told me every detail.

Of course, I should have
involved the police, but...

Then he told me the man's name.

Piggot-Wilkins.

The father.

And in an instant...

I was back in that room.

Two men raped me.

One held me down. The other...

Watched...

And didn't have the courage to stop it.

And there on my couch was vengeance.

Opportunity, Ray.

Hello, Amanda.

Sally.

Sally.

I was pinned down.

They were...

Brutal,

egging each other on, one after the other.

Gulliver was the most violent.

I thought seeing their fear as I --

As I took their lives would be cathartic.

But that wasnae the case?

I've spent so long...

Trying to be somebody,

trying to -- trying to...

Achieve something.

Now it's over.

My crimes have...

Hollowed me out,
just like their crimes did.

Why now?

What made you kill these men now?

It never left me...

That night. And...

And then Maslow was in my life.

A man for whom vengeance
was his biggest thrill.

And I-I needed to be avenged.

But each time I was,
a little more of me died.

I understand.

I do.

How?

You're a little like those men, Amanda --

So careless with sex.

It's facile communication for you.

It's just a physical need.

Where is Maslow?

I don't know.

I know he's not finished yet.

He'll come for you, Ray.

I hope you can stop him.

Sally, you can tell your story.

I'll make sure. I'll make sure
that people will listen.

No.

Call it in.

I really do like you two.

You -- You might still be useful.

But you have to know sacrifice. It...

It's not just a word.

You need to feel like an outcast
from society.

I planned to take your life.

But I won't do that. I won't.

I think...

I think I'll -- I think
I'll take your hand, Fraser.

Your interest in identity politics

is about to become less abstract.

When you lose your hand,
you'll have a real, visible,

identity as an amputee.

Such social currency in your circle.

Sally?

No.

It's Ray Lennox.

It's your favourite uncle.

Uncle Ray.

Help. He's saying
he's gonna cut my hand off.

He's already killed Armando!

Uncle Ray, he's mental!
Please help us!

The bowling green near
the flats on Balmakeith Drive.

Come alone,

or Fraser will lose
more than just his hand.

It's too fucking hot.

Can you turn off the fucking radiator?

I don't have an answer
for that. Is there something --

Shut the fuck up!

Ah, Uncle Ray, I can see you.

Maslow, what the fuck?

Well done.

You came alone.

51. Flat five.

Come on up. Alone.

Uncle Ray's on his way up.

Go and let him in.

And come back. Or he'll
end up just like Armando.

Well, come on in, Uncle Ray.

Okay. Let them go.

I know all about you.

You'd be amazed how much Sally has said.

Sally's dead.

She manipulated us both.

What are you talking about?

You're a psychopath

hiding behind ideology.

Acting out of petty personal vengeance.

You're no social justice crusader.

You just like killing people.

You chose the state.
You would say that.

Enemy of the people that you protect.

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna disembowel

all the public schoolboys in the land?

I would love that level of ambition.

If you'd seen the things that I'd seen --

Real people, real victims,

working people already fucked over

by a hideous, terrorising system
that you purport to detest.

Social justice, my fucking arse.

A cop, a servant of the state,
talking about social justice?

Has your vengeance woken the world up?

It's just destroyed more lives.

- It's killed Sally.
- Fuck you!

I take his hand, or I take his throat.

It's your choice.
What do you say?

Drew Busby.

- Who?
- Drew Busby.

A weedgie, and one of the last to play

for the now defunct
Third Lanark.

Signed from Airdrie as a striker,

had a prolific partnership there
with Drew Jarvie.

Converted to a midfield enforcer
at Hearts.

A fan favourite, still managed 55 goals

from 178 appearances.

You fucking scumbag.

You're one of the same
fucking crew as them.

Suspect apprehended, Flat 5,

51 Balmakeith Drive, South Side.

He could have killed us.

I'm sorry, Uncle Ray.

Nothing to be sorry for.

Let's get you home.

Celeste?

Yeah.

Sorry. Do I know you?

Um, not really.
I mean, I work with Gill, so...

Oh.

She sent you?

No.

I-I actually don't know
what happened between you both.

But I always think, if you
really care about each other,

then most things can be talked through.

No chance. She crossed a line.

You know, Gill's really cut up
about all this --

Oh, yeah?

Has she thought about how I felt?

Walking in to find her
shagging that Struthers creep.

It's over.

What the actual fuck
is going on with you two?!

I-It's not like it seems --

You said you were a virgin.
And you said you were a lesbian.

- I am.
- I am.

I mean I was. I mean,
she -- she taught me.

- It was for you.
- What?

Look, er, see, as ridiculous
as that sounds,

it really was for you.

He just --
He wanted to impress you.

Er -- Erm, I'm sorry.

Look. Look, er, be angry at me.
I'm your mate.

Me, I should never have done it.

Right, but please, for all our sakes,

you gonna give him a chance.

Please.

Well, Amanda.

Congratulations.

The job is yours.

Thank you, Bob.

It's been a rapid rise, I know.

- But I want you to --
- But, er, in recognition

of this rapid rise

and your relative inexperience...

There will be an initial...

Job-share element.

- I'm sorry. I don't underst--
- We've found an experienced man

for you to learn from.

It'll be good for you, Amanda.

- Where is he?
- He's okay.

He's fine. He's upstairs.

We've both had our eye
off the ball, here, Jack.

This family's fallen apart
these past few weeks,

but we're gonna fix it.

Okay?

I don't care that you've
got a girlfriend, Jack.

And I don't care that Fraz
thinks he's David Bowie.

And I don't care that
you think you've outgrown me.

You're still the people
that I want to be with

most in this world.

My beautiful boy.

I'm okay, Mum. Mum, I'm fine.

Hey.

Thanks for bringing him home, Ray.

Ray.

A word.

I got you a wee gift.

Boss.

You've been exceptional for me, Ray.

Argh, yeh bastard.

Look after it.

They're company, you know.

Well...

Thank you, boss. I --
Oh, you bastard.

Yeah.

Appreciate it.

Whatever you do...

Live your life, Ray.

It goes so quick.

It goes so quick.

Ray.

Congratulations.

Never in doubt.

Yeah, after you pulled out.

And it's a job share.

How do you think that makes me feel?

Like somebody's been given
a great opportunity?

What will the likes of Stark thing?

That I'm a daft, wee lassie

that's been feather-bedded in
for political reasons?

What sort of respect am I gonna get?

Respect, you have to earn.

But you will.

We fucked things up a bit, eh?

I wanted to say goodbye properly.

No, I didn't. I wanted to say...

...You don't have to go.

I'm losing my best officer.

I was never yours to lose.

See you, Amanda.

Dad wouldnae approved, right?

I thought Mum should be here.

No.

Right.

Together as a family, right?

You need to speak to Jock.

About that day.

What day?

You know what day, son.

How could I have not known?

He wants to speak to me
about something now

that happened 40 years ago?

What could he possibly say?

He saw some men hanging around that day.

And he...

...Saw you come out of the tunnel.

He recognised one of them.

And he'd heard the rumours.

What was Jock doing there?

He was coming back from seeing me.

And he knew that people
would ask questions, so --

So he said nothing.

I'm sorry, Raymond. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I --

It's awright, Mum.

It's awright.

I love you.

"Raymond,

I'm writing to tell you what I know now.

I wish I could tell you
that this hurt goes away,

but it's no been as simple as that, pal.

At times, you'll feel ashamed,

angry, guilty.

You'll learn that not all
monsters lurk in tunnels.

And sometimes, you'll feel
things you have no words for.

I'm here to tell you
that you don't have to rage

and blame and point fingers
at others and yourself.

You can throw off that cloak of shame.

You need to know that
this was not your fault.

You deserve love,
and you can love yourself.

Hold my hand, look in the mirror,

and see the beautiful boy that you are.

You contain multitudes."

My name is Ray, and I'm an addict.

I've displaced my life for 40
years, hiding from who I am...

...Hiding from what's made me.

The power of the group
is what keeps you safe,

but life isnae safe.

Life's a challenge that has to be faced.

Now I have to leave it all behind,

because it's time to heal myself

and move on.

I choose life.