All language subtitles for Crime.S01E03.720p.AMZN.WEBRip.DDP5.1.x264-NTb

There's a few ways
to interview a suspect,

all too time-consuming
in my experience,

especially when you're dealing
with arrogant monsters.

You want to get in and out
before they start infecting you.

You adjust your interviewing
techniques accordingly.

With someone like Richie
Gulliver, a political animal,

you go to their level,

which in his case,
is the gutter.

What's your relationship
with Graham Cornell?

Come on, my name is Ray.

I was working through
the fellowship, so.

My name is Richie and
I am a drug addict.

So we're both flawed
men and have secrets.

How flawed are you?

Where do you stop from
getting your kinks?

You don't like me,
do you, Lennox?

I see you as a typical schemer
given a smidgen of power.

Which parent was the Bolshevik?

Father? Mother?

Yesterday I held a
dead child in my arms.

She'd been kidnapped,
drugged, raped, and murdered.

If you were part
of that in any way,

that's the reason I have
to actively dislike you.

So remove yourself
from my sight.

Ralph Wilberforce is
on his way here now.

I'm not saying anything
more until he arrives.

The crusade lawyer?

The smartest members of the
conservative establishment

have always employed
liberals as a buffer

against working-class
anger, Lennox.

As my woke friend will
be here any minute

to tear you fascist
police a new one.

Give us two minutes.

You have gone cowboy on
me for the last time, Ray.

This is a member of
the police committee.

If he is not the killer,
we are all fucked.

Right, that's just what
I'm trying to establish.

No, no.

Drummond is going
to interview him.

He's not who you think he is.

I know him.

There's things that
I need to say to him.

That's exactly why you
shouldn't be in there.

You brought him in
without my say so.

You have an agenda
with this guy.

Well my agenda certainly
isn't to protect him.

What?

You haven't even got a clue
what my job entails, Ray?

Well I know it seems to
involve more politicking

than policing.

You have to-

What?

Pray tell, as your
superior officer,

what do I have to do?

Amanda!

Go in there and interview him.

Don't push it.

Yes, boss.

I'm D.S. Amanda Drummond.

Well, D.S. Amanda Drummond,

I am Richard Gulliver,

member of Scottish Parliament

and part of the police
committee for Scotland.

So we are both on the
same side, are we not?

I would certainly both hope

and expect that to be the case.

Good, good.

While I can't interview
you without a lawyer,

I can tell you why you're here,

And hopefully...

Can you tell us your whereabouts
last Thursday morning?

You used to enjoy the younger
bastards like that, Lenn.

Well, I understand
that you have a very

It's a shame you're
stuck in here

Oh, it's all right.

And he fucked up bad, okay?

An obsequious woke liberal
against an over-privileged

Torrey prick, and
I'm right side.

Can you fucking pretend
you're not enjoying this?

She is the future of policing.

And he is on the fucking
police committee.

Fucking dinosaurs!

Now, I didn't make any fuss,

because I want to cooperate.

But I wanted on the record,

my extreme disquiet
at the conduct

of you and your senior officers.

So I am saying nothing more
until my brief arrives.

Lawyer's here,
Douggie, go get him.

That's a shame, my
buddy's renovations,

I would take him
the scenic route.

I'm going to enjoy
winding this prick up.

I thought because
you're a member

of the police committee...

The only reason I'm
even speaking to you

is because I'm on
the police committee.

You're the lawyer
for Richard Gulliver,

the mister's name is Pete.

Yes. No. What?

I'm Ralph Wilberforce.

Follow me, Ralphie.

Mind that,

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give it.

Is this the right
way to the interview?

Excuse us.

This building work
seems to go on and on.

Hey! Where are we going?

My client's time is
being wasted here.

So fucking what?

I'm investigating a murder.

Think I like shepherding
visitors around?

Why don't you find your own way?

No, it's just a
bloody labyrinth.

So I work in here.

Workers these days,
they don't give a fuck,

that's why Britain's one
of the shit-hole countries,

but mind you, why should they?

'Cause it's all set
up for the rich only.

And I'm not saying that
independence is the answer,

we just fuck things up.

Listen, anyways, once here,
you'll need to give that handle

a right good pull.

What, you want me?

Right, well I've done my
wrist in, I can't help you.

Take a peak at that.

You'll manage.

You're a big, strong
laddie like yourself.

Go on.

This is ridiculous.

Listen, Willie, pull it.

Pull it.

Pull it like you're
trying to pull

a person of colour
off your sister.

What did you just say?

You can't say that,
you're a police officer.

Ah, it's hard to
defend that kind

of fucking racism, is it now?

How's it feel with
you being in court?

My job is to defend my client.

Well, at least it's
clients like Gulliver.

Richie Gulliver is a
populous politician

and I don't happen to
agree with his views.

All right, so it's all
right for him to be racist?

I never said that.

You gonna give me
any of your shite?

You wanna be here all day?

No.

Then try pushing it, daft then.

Here, up the stairs.

Everything's a game
to these bastards.

They're removed from the
consequences of the pain

that they caused.

Give me a shot at him.

No!

You're lucky you're
still on this case.

Aye, few and far between now,

but probably will have racism
for your boys in the courts

and your friends on
the force these days.

It's a different thing.

Gulliver and I might be
poles apart politically,

but everyone is entitled
to justice under the law.

Hey, hey, hey.

Especially if I've
got the poppy.

See, the one thing
you've both got in common

is that you rely
on pricks like us

to clean up your dirty work,

and we do, we're grease,
as long as you pay us.

But you stop paying us,

and we will rip your
fucking throat out.

Ah fuck, this French wanker.

Douglas.

Say what you're gonna say,
the killer wore a mask.

Douglas, maybe in a
sense, we all wear masks.

What are you fucking
going on about?

Do you know what
he's going on about?

No, but I must insist
you take me to my-

I'm thinking that the hard face

you are displaying to the world,

and I'm wanting to know
what is behind this mask.

Fuck off.

See, that's not good.

What about the food you cook?

The music you listen to?

The wine you drink?

Those women you
are making love to?

Those are the things that
make the real Douglas Gilman.

Tell us those, come on.

He's half-daft, like
I'm going to talk to him

about all that shite.

I have to object to this.

Well I've been objecting

since the lad's got
off the Eurostar.

He's from Paris, an
international case,

and I've got to be nice to him.

You ain't gonna like
babysitting a frog.

I must say I find your attitude-

I'm trying
to help you, innit?

Where the hell am I going?

I'll show you,
wildebeest, calm down.

We have reason to believe
you are a close contact

of our prime suspect.

I want to help, I really do,

but I have no knowledge
of your prime suspect,

so perhaps all roads
lead back to the start.

You know, I'm a busy man,

an MSP looking for a
seat in Westminster.

I have staff for diary details,

and the purpose of that is
so that I don't have to keep

said details in my head.

I understand, and your
cooperation is appreciated.

But why is it such a big deal

to just tell us where you
were last Thursday morning

when Brittany Hamill vanished?

Oh God, I'm gonna lose my job!

I'm gonna-

What?

This guy's an odious,
patronising, complacent,

privileged piece of shit.

Why are you protecting him?

Do you remember who
you're talking to?

He may well be a
patronising, complacent,

privileged piece of shit,

but he is my
patronising, privileged,

complacent, piece of shit.

I can't believe you use
such offensive language.

Racist, sexist, I don't
even know where to start.

You're a bloody disgrace.

You've done well, D.S. Drummond,

and I like your style
of dogged pursuit,

so before my brief arrives,

I am going to give
you what you so crave.

I was at the St. Andrew's
Hotel at the time

the unfortunate
girl disappeared.

Can anyone corroborate that?

Were you alone?

No, no, no, no, no, no.

You're getting very greedy now.

I suggest we have no
further questioning

until my lawyer arrives.

Jill, you need to
corroborate Gulliver's alibi.

Go into the St. Andrew's Hotel,

ask them if he was there,

if he was with anyone,

and have them send the CCTV.

Yep, I'm on it.

Thanks.

Get in there and
kiss his hole, go on.

Ah, the cavalry.

Thank you for your
assistance so far.

You could be a high
flyer D.S. Drummond,

go far in this organisation,

if you play nice with
the right friends.

Where the fuck have you been?

Don't ask.

Have we got anything
from this phoney or what?

He says he was at the
St. Andrew's Hotel

the morning Brittany vanished.

He's on the police committee.

I knew he'd cooperate.

Be nice to be to knock
people, Peter's brief or not.

Thank you for your
help, Douggie.

Haven't you got
a killer to find?

Off you go.

He's not the killer,
but he knows more

than he's letting on.

Aye, his connection
with Cornell.

I don't know why Rich
Gulliver is protecting him.

They're lovers, boss.

He owns an S&M den that's
full of instruments

for inflicting pain that he
uses with our prime suspect.

So, he was at the
St. Andrew's hotel

the night that
Brittany vanished.

The manager says that
nobody recalls him

being with anybody else.

The alibi checks out.

Of course it does.

Thank you, Jolene.

Now Ray, the lawyers
arrived, you can go in now.

Please, play nicely.

Smooth things over.

We'll be in serious crimes,

interview with
Richie Gulliver MSP,

on the 3rd of May, 2021,
the time is 1:36 PM.

You were at the
St. Andrew's Hotel,

the person we now
need to rule out

of our investigation
is Graham Cornell.

My client has already
provided information

as for his whereabouts,

so I fail to see how
this is relevant.

One more time for
the hard of thinking.

I don't know.

If I did, I would tell you.

You do know Graham Cornell.

No comment.

Do you think he killed Brittany?

My client does not-

I don't know.

What does it matter
what I think?

I've now told you where I was

the morning of
her disappearance.

I mean, you drag me away from
a lunch, you take me here.

If I wasn't on the
police committee,

I wouldn't be so
bloody cooperative.

We reiterate, my
client was staying

at the St. Andrew's Hotel when
Brittany Hamill disappeared.

So, my name is Richie.

As you're on the
police committee,

I can share this with you.

Graham Cornell is a
person of interest.

Could he have groomed Angela
Hamill to get to her children?

How the hell would I know?

You're a family man, Richie.

If Graham Cornell
has got no alibi,

every aspect of his life
will be poured over,

will become public knowledge,

social media tittle-tattle.

No, no, no!

We know that Graham
Cornell has got an

interest in having
sex with you, but-

Don't do this to me!

We suspect he's acting
to bring victims

to an accomplice as part
of a fucked-up sexual game.

Supplying young girls
to be used, abused,

slaughtered, and discarded.

Do you own an S&M den, Richie?

A place full of
instruments of torture?

Something of a killing chamber?

Eh?

One word, games.

Two words, consenting adults.

Five words, mind your
own fucking business.

I must object.

Do you like conflicting
pin. Mr. Gulliver?

Is there always a victim?

Always a human social cost?

This has gone too far.

Graham Cornell doesn't
fit our profile.

We are looking for
a sexually deviant,

secretive, arrogant,
entitled man.

I'm not the man
that people think I am.

I pick up whores,

rent boys,

and I use them.

I want to make
them fucking bleed.

And what I feel is revulsion.

Not for me

No, for them,

because ultimately there is
no other rule for those people

than to be consumed.

Someone who uses
and abuses people,

who sees them with no other
role than to be consumed.

No!

Fuck!

So if there are no
formal charges to be made,

I think that we are done here.

Eureka!

He applied. Oh, check this.

Oh, doesn't got
his things, though.

That is definitely the beast
of mister Fabian Gaston.

And look, he has people up,
you know, he's being bold.

Beefing and ramping.

Yeah. Oh.

Take the key from the
box using password.

You should buy the land woman.

Lady, lady, lady.

We call them land ladies here.

The way he moves
his dress, ah,

I judge him to
perhaps be French.

Fuck.

PC?

Right, you're on.

What am I looking for?

This bunker's
comings and goings.

Find him through facial
recognition and get us a name.

And please, do not call me Paul.

Paul is Belgian, I am French.

Belgians give themselves
French names to sound posh.

Should stick to making
chocolate and Stella.

Richie-

Not a word.

Look, Bob, I have
always supported you.

And it's been appreciated.

But what happened in there
was totally unacceptable.

Arrested, questioned for hours,

and then released
without charge.

A complete waste of time.

I want Lennox off the case.

I'm afraid I won't do that.

I am guilty of nothing, Bob.

I don't want any
personal relationship

I may or may not
have coming out.

Richie, if Graham
Cornell has an alibi

for Brittany Hamill's murder,

then it won't come
out from here.

All right.

Well, good night, Bob.

He wants you off the case.

Of course he does.

What'd you tell him?

What'd you think?

I know in your own way,

you stick your neck out everyday

with all the shit
that goes on upstairs.

It's appreciated.

Hi, can you send it all?

The frog's got his
computer, as well,

so send it all in.

I told you laptop boy was on it.

Can I get you some wine?

Français, s'il vous plaît.

I'd like ale.

Fuck whose idea to even
bother giving those

[speaks in heavy
Scottish accent].

I mean, they'd be
sitting fine in a booth,

asking for tea
anyway, happy as fuck.

Monsieur Josh Fornier.

I told you he was French.

He looks French, the wank.

Everyone knows our dark stuff.

We may disagree on
the nature of it,

but we can't dispute
its existence.

I just see all the
shit in this world.

I never see who I want to see.

Hi, this is Trudy Lowe,

please leave a message
after the tone.

Hey, it's me.

I'm going to clock off soon.

Do you want to come over?

Just don't want to
be alone tonight.

Lennox?

Long time no see.

I haven't seen you in a while.

Been keeping busy?

Always a pleasure chatting
with you, Raymundo.

Catch you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

I've had such a shit day.

No closer to finding out
who killed that poor girl?

No.

Good morning, Ralph.

I was harassed by
one of your officers,

a D.I. Gilman.

That man is a sociopath
and a racist to boot.

I'm making a formal complaint.

Yeah, Bob?

In my office, now.

Amanda?

You okay?

I'm wondering if I'm letting
my dislike for Gulliver

colour my judgement ?

What's not to dislike?

Oh, he's playing games.

Getting off on the
idea that we think

he may be Brittany's killer.

Gulliver is a piece of shit,

but he may not be
our a piece of shit.

But he's definitely
connected to Cornell.

The S&M bit proves that.

Why would Gulliver protect
Cornell if he's the killer?

He's not protecting Cornell,

he's protecting himself.

Gulliver's incapable
of any act that

isn't about his self-interest.

No, no, no, no.

I am not like you.

I have money, I have
power, I have connections.

You? What do you have?

All you have is each other

and this, ugh, bleak place.

I only came here to
satisfy my curiosity,

and yeah, you are losers.

There, done, confirmed.

So I am off to a 10,000
euro a week clinic

to detoxify.

Bye-bye.

If Cornell was with Gulliver
at the St. Andrew's Hotel,

he's got no need to hide.

That would mean that
Gulliver's impeding the most

despicable child murder
investigation in order to stop

his relationship with
Cornell from coming out.

There's a certain kind of
two-faced slimy bastard

in this country,
and unfortunately,

they're on this show.

He's told
you about the party?

Come on!

Come on, you've got
to come to the party.

Can you take that one?

Come on!

What will
you be carrying on?

I'll be wearing mine.

I mean, it chafes, but uh.

Don't listen to him, don't
listen to a word he says.

Sight for sore eyes.

Are you gonna come?

Yeah, sure.

You said you're gonna come.

Is that a promise.

Yes.

Good.

Great.

You've said it now, Carly.

You promise?

Yeah.

See you Saturday.

See you.

Sweet girl.

Morning, boss.

Hello, Dougie.

Gulliver's lawyer has
accused you of being racist.

Come on.

I haven't got a racist
bone in my body.

The problem was that I didn't
appreciate his sense of humour.

I mean, I like a laugh.

What did he say to you?

Oh, no. I'd rather not say.

Whenever I get offended by
something I just suck it up,

I'm not gonna go running off

to authority figures
like its my ma's Scotts

and expect them to
right all the wrongs

that were a peril to me.

Come on boss, what's this crap?

Surely it's not
what the geez said.

Douggie, there are procedures
we have to go through.

Can I have a word, Trudy?

Course you can.

Go ahead, sit down.

Is everything okay?

I don't know.

Something's happening, and...

Oh, hey.

Oh, thank you.

I think I'm harassed.

Sometimes it feels
like they're joking,

and then other times it
is much more serious.

Nobody should be made
to feel like this, okay?

We cannot tolerate any kind
of sexual harassment here.

So we will go and
see the head of HR.

I can't!

I will come with you.

I will support
you the whole way.

Do you know what?

Some men are just entitled pigs.

We've all met them before.

What's his name?

It's not a man.

It's not just a man,

and I can't go to the
head of HR because,

because it's her, too.

You mean Estelle?

Every time I see them,

they're making these
suggestive comments

and telling me I should
come to parties with them,

and I should come down to
their place for a drink.

I don't know what to do.

He wants you now.

It's either his
pills or his oxygen,

but something's
getting on with it.

My one fucking ally
on that committee.

Gulliver's a two-faced creep,

don't feel sorry for him.

I don't, Ray.

I feel sorry for me.

You have made a
difficult job impossible.

We are-

We're on this all fucking
day and all night.

It's just possible
that Brittany's killer

is a multiple murderer.

He may be approached
in his end game.

Oh, no.

No, no more serial
killer fantasies.

Come on, boss.

This guy, he's killed before.

The MO is exactly the
same as Mr. Confectioner.

I think he wants to be caught.

What?

With these sociopaths,
it's all about legacy.

They used to build statues
and monuments to themselves.

Now some of them do this shit.

He's ripped the piss
out of us for years

with this cat and mouse game.

Now, he wants to cash
in on his infamy.

This is Marvel
Comics bullshit, Ray.

Boss, the world is changing.

The very worst shit
that you can conceive of

comes into being as soon
as we can imagine it.

Work this case, Raymond.

Now, you're on the
verge of wrecking

a very important
person's career,

and all we've got is a bunch
of useless inadequates.

Ronnie Hamill, Gary
Franklin, Tommy Lockrin,

who couldn't cross the
fucking street unaided.

Find Graham Cornell!

D.S. Amanda Drummond.

She's gone!

She's gone, I can't bear it!

Angela, Angela, it-

Please, I can't do this.

Please, you have to find her!

I don't quite
understand, so just,

just bear with me one minute.

Sorry boss, it's Angela Hamill.

She's in a right state.

Put her on speaker phone.

She's gone!

She's gone!

Please, you have to come
and get her, please.

We're doing everything
that we can.

Not Brittany, Tessa!

Tessa's gone.

She's not in school!

Right, we're on our way.

It's the same thing that
happened to Brittany!

Why are you doing this to me?

I can't be there one time.

You stay with Angela, okay?

I'm gonna walk through.

The uniforms are already here.

You stay with her, all right?

Please.

What is happening?

Tessa, you all right?

Aye.

I'll never know how bad
you're feeling, pal.

I felt bad myself once,

quite a bit younger than you

It's hard being the one
that got away, yeah?

But it's not your fault.

You got food poisoning, it
happens all the time, eh?

Sometimes I'm scared
he'll come for me.

And I want him to try.

I would gauge his eyes out.

Do you know what I think your
sister would really want?

What?

For you to have a good life.

To love well, to hold
your head up high,

live without fear.

She wouldn't want that
creep to ruin your life

the way it took hers.

You get what I mean?

Let's go home.

Thanks.

Oh! You scared the
shit out of me.

Thank you.

If I'd found her sister in time

she wouldn't have been
sad enough to run away.

Wait, it's Graham.

What'd he say?

He's been volunteering at

Bar Dupree Sanction
in the Highlands.

Only just heard about Brittany.

He's coming home now.

Okay, you head back and see
if I'm missing anything.

There's something
I have to do alone.

God grant me the serenity

to smash this fucking
lighter chain up my hookah

and catch that child
murdering dunce.

Welcome home, Graham.

Didn't hear you
were in the parts.

Come here!

Out of the way, out of the way.

Come here!

Come here, buddy.

Fucks sake, just stop.

Just, just want to talk.

Keep away from me.

Listen to me.

Tell them I haven't
said anything to anyone.

Tell who?

About what, Graham?

No, no, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, please don't,

come back from there.

Don't come near me.

I'll jump.

You will come here right now

or I will fuck you
up like you did,

you child murdering dunce.

What?

What are you talking about?

Yeah, you don't care
who you're shagging,

as long as it's not
a fucking child.

I would never.

What is this?

Did he send you?

I'm police.

Graham, I just want to talk.

I need you to help me,

and I need you to help
your friend, Angela.

So, where were you on
Thursday, 29th of April.

I loved that girl, I
would never harm her.

What about Richie Gulliver?

Did he love her?

Would he harm her?

No!

Richie loves me.

Oy, right.

I'll never betray him.

You're not his wife.

He's going to leave her.

It's a shallow political
marriage of convenience,

a business partnership.

No way.

So you were with them, right?

Touring the B&B's?

You don't know us.

You don't know anything.

I know I need to
make you see sense.

Ray?

To what do I owe this pleasure?

On mature reflection, I've
been considering what you said

and I think you're right.

We can help each other.

It's better all around.

Give us five minutes.

So you want to be friends now?

Good.

Then you and I can help
each other, Lennox.

Alliance building is important.

Okay.

Recall now, I want to
cross them off the list.

Nothing comes out
about him and me.

Graham Cornell is a weak idiot.

I've been fucking him in
every conceivable way.

He means nothing to me.

If I knew where he was,

I would throw him to you
in a New York second,

because you would be
doing me a favour.

If he went to prison for the
murder of that wretched girl,

my life would be so much easier.

But alas, yes, we were together

on the day the girl disappeared.

I'm not getting the
impression that you two

are star-crossed
lovers, after all.

He's a feeble-minded,
sentimental fool.

So easy to manipulate.

You don't protect the weak,
Lennox, you devour them.

Glad to see we're
on the same page.

Fuck you, you fucking bastard.

Fuck you!

Break it up.

You bastard!

We can't pick the right enemies.

Don't be daft enough to
pick the wrong ones, ah?

Amanda?

Ray, we got Cornell.

He's just been picked up.

He assaulted Gulliver
in the street.

That's shocking.

He's admitting he
was with Gulliver

at the St. Andrew's Hotel.

The press are all over this.

There's no way
Gulliver can deny it.

Well, let's let it play out.

So, we can eliminate
both Gulliver and Cornell

from our suspect list,

which means we have no suspects
and we've got no leads.

Amanda, we need to find
that white van, eh?

On it.

Listen, this dinner, my
family, wee bit strange.

Ray, all families are strange.

Come on.

Nice.

Thank you.

Thank you.

All right.

This way, please.

I told you
they're weird, eh?

Don't say that.

This is Trudy.

This is my sister, Jackie.

Hi.

How nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

My mother, Avril.

Look at you, gorgeous.

Thank you.

Brother-in-law, Angus.

Angus, hi, hi.

Hello, hi.

Nice to meet you.

Looking thin, son.

Are you eating right?

All right.

Ray was saying that, um,

his dad used to work
on the railways.

Mine did, too.

I'm sure he'll mention it.

Oh, speak of the devil.

Dad.

Well, son.

This is Trudy. Dad.

Oh, you're too
classy for this one.

Thank you, Mr. Lennox.

John.

John.

So I hear that you used
to work for British Rail.

Aye. Used to be a driver.

Freight, mostly, but
I became an office man

when my heart got bad.

So, we're just waiting
on Stuart, yeah?

What a surprise.

Oh!

Thank you.

Stuart.

Ron.

Yes, Mother.

Fair start.

Father.

And you must be Trudy.

Yep, pleased to
meet you, Stuart.

And you too, Trudy.

Man, she's way too good
looking for a dishevelled old

piece of bacon
like yourself, eh?

The lady looks-

Charming, I think.

May the force be with you.

Thanks.

You know, I can't help
but being the brother

of a clubber, but say
actually dating one,

that is a very brave
choice, I shit you not.

Yeah, but how can I
resist a hunk like this.

Right, Stuart?

Oh, relationships
are all timing,

and ours is lousy.

Hey, don't worry.

I'm not trying to steal
her from you, Ray.

That's a relief.

Oh, I would not wish the
life of dating a thespian

on anyone's mind, darling.

I mean, the things you
have to do while resting,

like literally
prostitute yourself.

But a cop, no, that's
a bridge too far.

Appreciate your support.

No, there's no
support here, Ray.

In fact, you
constantly astonish me.

Come on, you two.

Well, there's no two
involved here, Jack.

Once again, it's just private
party with us mere conscripts.

How you can do that job
is beyond belief, yeah?

A working class lad,
from a coastal state.

You protect the
wretched, you shit on the poor.

Oh, are you interested
in red wine, Trudy?

You know, 'cause I'm quite
a fan of this red one.

Yeah, no definitely
appreciate a drop of red.

There's this mesh of
a pluralist society

where you blue shirted
storm troopers of capitol

can somehow be a neutral force.

You saying the people in Weston,

your dream house
in Western Hills,

the bad bastards are
fucking them over.

Do you think they're
staying for the night

'cause they're sorry
their problems with that.

A Shakespearean
recitation, you dirty fuck.

Raymond!

Stuart, what was
your last TV role?

River Site, and all that.

And you played?

A drug dealer, yes.

And the one before that?

Multiple rapists, a
trafficker in line of duty.

So who has a reductive career?

I just lock up people like that,

I don't try to be them.

Ray Lennox, I am
so proud of you.

Why?

You wanted to drink
tonight, didn't you?

Oh, you know, just want to
stop the voices in my...

just for awhile.

Hey.

Yeah?

When you have your
little hunches...

Aye.

When you work in a case, yeah,

how do you verify them?

Well, you know, you
gather evidence,

you find out about the
person you're investigating,

where they live, what play,
who they associate with,

and what they're hiding.

What if they're hiding nothing?

Always hiding something.

I'm not hiding nothing.

What're you hiding?

Nothing, from you.

Everything from the
rest of the world.

Yeah?

Sounds like two work
colleagues of mine.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Let's go.

Mr. Gulliver!

Mr. Gulliver!

Please Mr. Gulliver!

Thank you.

Quiet please!

Ladies and gentlemen,
Mr. and Mrs. Gulliver

would like to make
a short statement.

We are in consultation
with our lawyer,

Ralph Oberforce and are
unable at this stage

to answer any questions.

I love my husband and
will stand by him.

These allegations are
absurd, disgusting.

Thank you.

Mr. Gulliver!

Ladies and Gentlemen, that's all

we have to say for one night.

Thank you.

Were there evenings where
you had your cock up his arse

and then get back
home and fuck me?

I'm genuinely curious.

What?

Yeah.

Ray?

Yeah.

Ray?

Yeah.

Ray, the door! The door!

What? What?

Fuck!

Really?

Coming!

Amanda, what the fuck!

The white van number
plate that was obscured.

What?

Come in.

Fuck's sake.

Uh, Trudy, Amanda.

Amanda, Trudy.

Sorry.

Amanda, go.

Every white van with
those four digits,

we ran them through
the Swansea database.

86 in total.

30 I checked out and
was able to eliminate

for being too far removed
from the crime scene.

Still loads to go.

Then I saw this image
taken from the camera

on the roundabout reflected
in the window of a bus.

Those are our fucking plates.

Yes!

Just been running it
through the data bank,

caught on CCTV an hour ago,

entering an industrial
estate outside Leeds,

one full of lock-up garages.

Note the scuff mark,
same black scuff mark

as the vehicle that
snatched Brittany.

You go into Oxford
serious crimes.

Tell him to get down to
those lockup garages.

I'm going to throw
on some clothes

and you, you're
driving us to Leeds.

And so it turns.

Some killers think they're
cleverer than everyone

and like to leave a few
breadcrumbs for us idiots.

I don't care whether
it's by design,

as part of the
game, or by mistake.

I just hunt them down.

I will never stop.