All language subtitles for Crime 2021 S02E01 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE.eng

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

I wanna drink this fucking city dry.

You two are gonna be partners.

You're suggesting Britney is dead
at the hands of a serial killer

already in prison?

Father is dead. Had a heart attack.

I ken who the fucking creeps are!

You still using the toilet,
Uncle Jock?

Ray Lennox?
My 11 o'clock appointment, right?

I'm Sally Hart.

I'm meant to spill
my darkest, deepest secrets

and we work through them?

No, it's for you to decide what
you feel comfortable talking about.

Now, you go home.
You're on leave till further notice.

Fear, the basic human emotion
that tells us

whether to fight or run away.

It's good to face up to your fears.

However, doing so
doesn't guarantee success.

If it did,
it wouldn't be such a big deal.

But facing your fear

is not the same
as conquering the bastard.

No,
that's a different thing entirely.

We all have to get on with it.

We must opt to live.

'One of the great things
about this country

'is how we just love a comeback kid.

'I went as low as it's possible
for one to go.

'The only way from there
is back up.'

'How low are we talking?'

'Well, erm,
let's not rake over old coals.

'The good citizens of
Henley-upon-Thames have entrusted me

'to represent them
in the mother of all parliaments.'

'And your views have changed?'

'Yes, people know who I am,
that I have nothing to hide.

'And, Jacinda,
in Parliament, I represent them,

'and that's what matters
to the people of this country.

'Real people don't care
about personal pronouns

'and positive discrimination.

'They want food on the table,
fire in the grate,

'and a job that won't be snatched

'by someone with no associations
with this great country.'

'Are you talking
about refugees again?'

'Well, let's call them
what they are.

'Immigrants.
Can you believe I used to think

'we should send them back home
to where they came from?'

'So, that's changed?'
'Yes.

'Let's make use of them.
Fix the potholes,

'push the hospital trolleys,

'serve the good people
of this country.'

Twat!
'No pay, just subsistence meals.'

If we are to better understand
crime and victimisation,

we have to consider
the role of gender.

What does a homicide in Leith
have in common

with elephant seals butchering
each other during breeding season?

Testosterone.

Hey.

Come on in.

You look very well.

Aye, everything's good.

No relapses while you've been away?

Er...

Well, I'm minus a girlfriend.
That didnae survive the break.

How do you feel about that?

Cop relationships...

Goes with the territory.

You're not sad?

Well, you can only be yourself.

So, you've no expectation

that any relationship you enter into
will last?

The only thing that lasts with me
is the job.

But some officers do have
long and successful relationships.

You mentioned your own boss.

He's been married for many years,
hasn't he?

I mean, if you're an old, straight
peg, I suppose it can be done.

And now?

First day back at work?

Oh, I'm raring to go.
I'm clean. I'm a...

normal cop.

You weren't a normal cop before?
HE CHUCKLES

To me, yeah.

I see.

Recovery requires us
to meet our emotions head-on,

to be alive to them
but not controlled by them.

Er...

..I've been thinking
about my emotions.

I don't feel I need this any more.

Do you really feel that?
HE CHUCKLES

Well, what doesnae kill you
makes you stronger.

In my clinical opinion,
I'd like us to continue

until we see how you get on
with being back at work.

'Door closing.

'Door opening.

'Door closing.

'Door opening.'

After you.

First day back, huh?

Aye.

Ray!

Welcome back.
Thanks.

Great to see you.

Norrie Erskine.
Transferred through here

from dear old Glasgow toon
on a wee civilising mission.

Weegie? Civilising?

I hear congratulations are in order,
Inspector Drummond.

Congratulations?

We lost one of our own.

He's not dead!

Tommy Stark.
Transferred here from Vice.

Got a bee in his bonnet
about Gillman being fired.

Raymond?

Come on in.

Not looking very healthy, boss.

I think it's me, Ray.

They can feel things, you know?

Energy.

Aye?
Aye.

Too late now.

You look good.

I wouldn't have bet on that.

Oh, I'm fine, boss.

You know, sometimes you have to
just leave it all on the park.

You been going?
Aye.

Patchy.
It's not been good for recovery.

You sure you're ready?

You and Trudi...

Never felt better. Raring to go.

Come on, Ray.

That Confectioner case
just blew the shit out of you.

Er...

There's no blame attached if you
cannae stomach this stuff any more.

You can rely on me, Bob.

Well...

..that makes one of us.

Thank God you're back, Ray.

It's been chaos.

Nothing new there.
I've had to put up with such shit.

You know they put me
in the car with Gillman.

Yeah, I'd heard.
It was a nightmare.

Proximity gave him an extremely
inappropriate sense of familiarity.

Fuck's sake!

He couldn't keep his hands
to himself.

I told him I'd be filing a report
unless he behaved,

recorded every incident.

He stopped,
but then he became verbally abusive.

So he was disciplined?

We were going through the procedure,

and two other female colleagues
came forward.

It was game over for him.

I didn't want him to lose his job,
Ray.

If he couldn't control himself,

it was him who lost him his job,
not you.

You're the one who got a promotion.

I know that I rode your coattails
on the Confectioner case.

No. No, we worked that case
together.

Oh, come on.

We solved it because of you.

Pull over up here.

This is where I need to be.

Yeah.

Ah...

Ray.

I'm glad you got in touch.
Aye.

Have you tried this nettle tea?

It's got a wee bit of your jag
about it. No pun intended, eh.

Anything for the safe buzz.

If my sponsor rates it, I'm in.

It's, er...

It's been tough, eh?

I was hollowed out after the...
after the breakdown,

lacked even the motivation to drink.

That's when I started
to feel better. And then...

And then Trudi and I split and...

You still been working the steps?

I hope you'll be back at
the meetings, now that you're home.

No, aye. Yeah, I am, of course.
How are you doing?

Me and the missus are back together.

Solid as a rock.

The fire brigade is much the same,

run by emotionally incontinent
bastards.

I still love it, though.

You, Ray...

..you need to just keep on
keeping on, pal.

Room service.

I want your essays in next week

on the biology theory
versus the sex role theory.

Does increased testosterone

or the identities we're ascribed
during early socialisation

have more impact

on the likelihood of committing
violent criminal activity?

This is not a binary argument.

For so many years of my life,
I was at war.

Every man has a woman inside him,
and every woman, a man.

This has its physiological
and social expressions,

but I think this struggle

is an unavoidable part
of what it is to be human.

When I had my operation
and my male organs were...

..removed, when the man in me
finally surrendered...

..I hoped I would become the most
beautiful woman in the world.

And what happened instead...

..was far more important.

I became myself.

Essays on my desk on Tuesday,
please.

Thanks.

Oh.

It's nearly ready.
Just letting the flavours infuse.

If you're done in the kitchen,
just sit down, Angus.

Are you sure it's all right
we're here?

I know Ray wouldnae want...

Maybe I should go,
leave youse to it.

Nobody's going, Jock.
Sit down. We're family.

What about Raymond?

Ray will have to suck it up.

Where's your brother?
He's, er, getting dressed.

God help us!

Is that...?

Fuck, yes, Dad's ashes.

I'll put them away.

I left them out to remind me
to give them to Ray.

Jack! Looking good.

What the fuck?
You said that he wasnae gonna...

Never mind what I said.
Go in there and make nice.

Aye, but I...
What the fuck is that?

Dad's ashes.
They were upsetting Mum.

I'm leaving them here.

You wanted to take them.

Aye, but, fuck, no the noo!
I'm going home.

Don't be a child, Ray!

Child? Child? Her and fucking
lover boy sneaking around

behind Dad's back for 30 years,
fucking like...

Ah, esteemed brother-in-law
of Dunediner's finest.

Nothing could be finer
than to be an old Dunediner...

# In the morning. #

Come on in.

I cannae make head nor tail
of what this is.

That's cos you've a mince pie supper
and chippy sauce palate, Jock.

Well, it smells good.

This vegan beetroot
and spring tempura veg risotto

might be a little bit outside
your terms of reference.

Think vegetable curry and rice,
Jock.

Best thing I ever did, Avril,

was pack in the law, retrain
as a chef and open the bistro.

You gave up your job
cos you couldn't hack it, darling.

That's an idiosyncratic view.

You know, I wish I'd got into
the restaurant business earlier...

Right!

Listen up.

Today is about family
and, specifically, this family.

Stuart is doing well,

shooting whatever he's shooting
in Hungary,

Ray is still putting villains away,

and I have officially been made
partner in the practice.

Oh, you're talking
about the sanctity of family

round this table?

Let's just leave this till later,
shall we?

Seconded.

Can a mother not show pride
in her own family?

Well, talking about family,
and specifically this one,

perhaps we should be more...

upfront.

Very well.

Angus and I
are going through a rocky patch.

Is that what we're calling it,
is it?

But we're working on it.

We're in mediation.

Do you not want that nice jacket
I bought for you?

Don't you like this, Gran?

Kindly leave the table
and return dressed properly.

Come on, Jack, it's no big deal.

It's a... It's a man's dress.

When he came out of me,
they said, "It's a boy."

More reactionary TERF bullshit.

I'm a feminist, and young idiots
acting out like this

are dangerous stooges
of the patriarchy,

attacking women's hard-won rights!

I have a right to choose
who I want to be.

What's wrong with that?

It's a fad, it's trendy.
My dad used to...

Don't bloody well start.
I've had enough of your shit!

Jackie!

Well, in my day,
men were men and women were women.

I see you're keeping quiet, Ray.

Maybe we should all try and be a bit
more tolerant towards each other.

It's a difficult time.

Things are changing.

This is the new world.

The new generation know how
to navigate it better than we do.

Cop-out!

Jock?

I'm baffled by it all.

Now, there's a surprise (!)

There's nothing wrong
with being honest

instead of trying to impress people

by talking about something
you care nowt about, son.

I'm not your son, Jock.

I didn't mean to cause a scene,
Uncle Ray. It was her.

I'm her wee brother, mate.

She always was a bit
"my way or the highway."

Tell me about it.

I suppose you're gonna say
that I'm making a fool of myself.

No, absolutely not.

That I don't know my own mind,
that I'm a confused youth?

We're all confused youths, pal.

Just get better at covering it up.

But we remain teenagers
with continually worsening skin.

You guys know
how to operate in this world.

We're all just floundering around
at the bus stop,

waiting to get to the next.

I'm...

experimenting.

I'm trying to find out who I am,
what I want.

I'd rather not remain
emotionally stunted.

Meeting your emotions head-on,

being alive to them,
but not controlled by them.

Gayle?

Gayle?

It's Gerry McVittie.

Interrupted an intruder last night.

Turned violent.

Asked for you, Ray.

You OK?

Gerry McVittie was my first partner,
my...

my mentor.

Even more than Robbo or Ginger?

Yeah, it's not a very high bar,

but Gerry was blessed
with a mystical wisdom.

He left the polis ten year ago,

started a new life as Lauren.

You, um, you keep in touch?

Well, he dropped
his former associates when he left.

I've never met Lauren.

This way.

El Mundo.

Fuck's sake!

You OK?

Yeah, fine.

I was kept in
so that they could check me over.

First time you see me as a...
as a bird and I look like this.

Lauren, this is
Inspector Amanda Drummond.

Hi.
Hello, hi.

Um... I don't know who attacked me.

I could have intercepted
a random robbery.

But?

But my gut says
it was more than that.

Why were you there?

It was my friend Gayle's place.

She's a vulnerable transwoman

and she's been
in a very secretive relationship

with a high-profile sugar daddy,

a man of great appetites.

Only she's been dropped
like a hot tatty

and warned never even
to mention his name again.

Any idea why?

Well, I advised her
to speak to the police.

But now she's gone missing
and, well,

here I am.
So, you don't know who this man is?

Gayle didn't say. Her background's
in the sex industry.

She's discreet.

I'm worried about her.

Amanda, let's get round
to Gayle's flat now, eh?

Thank you, Ray.

That Drummond whore...

..she fucked up Gillman.

We're next on her radar.

Do you ever miss the old days
on the beat?

Prancing around in a uniform
like a fucking nonce?

Hey, you seen this?

She's at it again,
put up a new video.

'I'm Helena Cairns.

'All Fur Coat
is a provocative podcast

'focusing on women's rights,
especially in the sex industry.'

We'll be taking a deep dive into
the business and the men who use it,

and we will not be shying away
from naming local politicians,

businessmen and cops
that have all been our clients.

Let's get down to the sauna.

She cannae get away
with grassing up polis.

This is the last straw.

What do we think?
Obviously looking for something.

Or trying to send a clear message.

Bold choice.

Spends a lot of time
in the Landsburgh, it seems.

Looks that way.

Hm, check this out.

Someone, I'm guessing
her mystery man,

made Gayle sign an NDA to say she
wouldnae discuss the relationship.

His name's blanked out.

But the lawyer's isn't.

Wilberforce.

What the hell?

Nah.

All right, doll?

How's the L-O-V-E business?

Talk to the investment
consultants here?

Pappa Tommy!

We need to see Helena.

She don't work here any more.

She's packed it in now that
she's paid off her student debt.

What the fuck?

I don't think
that Helena would grass me up.

But if she did,
I'd never be promoted again.

I'd end up being
a fucking office boy

for that snidey wee pump Drummond.

You think promo beckons, big man?

Toal's fucked.

He'll be in the Algarve,
hitting golf balls soon.

Maybe not next year,
but within the next three.

This Lennox boy,
he's tapped in the head.

He'll get farmed out.
That leaves me versus Drummond.

If she got that info
from that scrubber Helena...

Nicky Corby,
what the fuck are you wanting?

Hey, Tommy,
I've got something for you.

Right, OK. Well, there was a boy
in here yesterday, right?

. Works for that posh
Landsburgh Hotel.

He says some toff
got his tackle sliced off

by a hooker in there the other day.

Right, well...

..gadge was taking a bottle of fizz
up to the room,

found a total bloodbath.

So?

So...

open up the wallet.

Nobody reported it.
The whole thing got cleaned up

by some dodgy fuckers
who weren't your boys.

Staff were told
not to speak about it,

but the boy cannae keep
his mouth shut.

Please, Tommy!

Stays shut till you say the name.

Can I get everyone's attention?

Lauren Fairchild
intercepted an intruder

in her friend Gayle's flat
last night and was attacked.

Intruder got away.

Gayle Nicholson,
good friend of Lauren's...

Oh, everyone,
this is our new tech whiz,

the amazing Anstruther Magnusson.

I go by Struthers.

OK.

Thanks, Sophie.
Sorry, I thought it was important.

As I was saying, Gayle Nicholson,

missing now for six days,
is a sex worker

and has been silenced
about her relationship with a VIP.

Lauren has been asking around,
looking for Gayle

and last night found someone
ransacking Gayle's flat.

During our search of her flat today,
we found an NDA signed by Gayle,

forcing her to keep quiet
about her relationship.

My guess is that's what
the intruder was looking for

when Lauren interrupted them.

We're taking this seriously.
Lauren, one of us.

Tommy?

He's not one of us.

Meaning?

No longer polis.

I'm not getting the big deal here.

Some bam was robbing the place,
and your mate interrupted.

OK, a wee bit of GBH has taken
place, but no real harm done.

Sounds like
a load of coincidences to me.

I sat in a car
with Gerry McVittie for years.

His hunches were bang-on. If Lauren
thinks there's more to this,

then there's more to it.

We need to find Gayle. At the
moment, there are two possibilities.

She could have gone to ground
of her own accord,

done a runner
because she got spooked

when Lauren told her
to come to the police,

but Lauren doesn't think
that feels right.

The second option,
the people who told Gayle

never to speak the name of her
mystery man have disappeared her.

I want you all to get on Gayle's
phone, custody records and the CCTV.

Piece together Gayle's
last known movements. Find her.

Find her?

Smells like you've been hard at it.

Aye, got some leads to a real crime.

No offence to your tranny ex.

A boy nearly lost
his wedding tackle,

involuntary,

after some man-hating whore
tried to take it with a blade.

What's this nonsense?

An eye-witness saw the mess of the
fucker down at the Landsburgh Hotel.

He says it were all hushed up.
So, we're off to the lab

to check the footage
and see if there's anything

from outside the hotel,
then we're down there.

An assault like this
and we don't know about it?

That's exactly what we're saying.

How can a hotel cover up
an incident like this?

What sort of person
would have to be involved?

Well, Gayle's mystery man
made her sign an NDA,

and now she's gone to ground.

Her flat was full
of Landsburgh goodies.

If this is true,
the boy's got some serious clout.

OK, get down to the Landsburgh,

speak to the staff, but be discreet.

What about us? That was our lead.

So, work it.

Lean on the porter,
get him to squawk.

And good work.

'This is weird, Ray.'

A cover-up like that?

It doesn't make sense.

I think we need to make a detour,
DI Drummond.

Where did you get this document?

You do know the status of this?

It's pertinent
to an ongoing investigation.

I'm not at liberty
to say where it came from.

So, who's your client?

I'm certainly not at liberty
to say that.

Your client frequents
the Landsburgh Hotel, right?

Why is his anonymity so important?

This is a confidential
legal document.

Our democracy is underpinned
by civil liberties,

under which, my client is entitled
to their anonymity.

Not if your client is of interest
to our investigation,

so stop fucking obstructing us
on behalf of a rich fucking...

Ray! What are you doing here?

Ralf, the Conway file.

I'm done with it.
Thank you.

I hope my brother isn't giving you
a hard time.

Oh, perish the thought!
No, we were just finishing up.

Thank you...

..for your help.

Check these fucking warthog pricks
with their noses

in the trough of privilege.

Officers, I'm the duty manager.
How can I help you?

DI Drummond, this is DI Lennox.
Hoping to ask you a few questions

about an incident
that may have occurred here

at your hotel last night.

Of course. Follow me.

I'm sorry, what you're suggesting
is impossible.

An eyewitness claims
there was an immediate cover-up.

I have over 100 staff working here.

How do you propose
something like that

could stay under wraps, Inspector?

We'd like to speak to the staff
who were on shift last night

and take a look at your CCTV.

Our CCTV was down for maintenance
yesterday.

What room is this alleged bloodbath
supposed to have taken place in?

Perhaps we could show you that.

We're needed back at base.

Sorry I can't be of more help,
Inspectors.

We'll be in touch.

Ray, Amanda.

Boss.

Afternoon,
Inspectors Drummond, Lennox.

Sir Oliver Heathcoat.
He represents the Home Office.

You flatter me,
Chief Superintendent.

Nothing so grand.

Boss?

The word is
you're seeking information

regarding the personage
behind a certain injunction.

That's correct.

The person who signed it is wanted
in connection with an assault.

We need to know
all the circumstances.

That's irrelevant. The identity
of the person who ordered the NDA

is immaterial to your enquiries.

You will drop this immediately.

With respect, I take my orders
from the Chief Superintendent.

Don't be a smartarse, Ray.
We have reason to believe

this person was involved
in a violent assault

at the Landsburgh Hotel last night.

A violent assault which took place

in a respectable hotel
with no witnesses, no visible signs,

and everybody telling you
that no such event took place?

The ravings of a lunatic,

wouldn't you agree,
Inspector Drummond?

They might be, Sir.

Don't embarrass yourself.

Must've been
some non-existent attack

to bring you here.
Tory minister? Royalty?

Or just someone who's greased enough

of your sweaty fucking palms?
Enough, Ray!

Idle speculation,
devoid of facts, Inspector.

I'm afraid the embarrassment
is all yours.

I know where you've come from,
Lennox,

and you don't want to find yourself
back there,

not when you've worked so hard.

You fucking arse-wipe!
Your delusions run away with you...

..again.

Nothing took place,

nothing to investigate.

Is that clear?

Chief Superintendent.

'But one thing is certain.

'Every sex worker
should be a feminist.'

What the fuck?!

Fucking Establishment nonsense!

No chance of any justice
until we get them all to fuck!

Raymond, you are ranking officer
in this department.

You sound like a semiliterate clown
from a polytechnic so low rent

Thatcher forgot to rename it
a university.

Get a grip, man!

Amanda, what have we got here?
I don't think it's a coincidence

that we can link Gayle
to the Landsburgh.

Who the fuck
was in that hotel room?

Heathcoat just confirmed
the hotel incident by omission,

and then we find that dressing gown
in Gayle's flat?

So, Gayle is potentially linked
to the hotel attack.

All roads are leading back
to the Landsburgh.

We need to know
who was in that room.

Boss...

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Why me?

It's daily fucking torture!

You find Gayle.

Nothing else, mind.

Keep away from that fucking hotel!

Oh, get to fuck!

Shut up.

Oh, stop messing with my head. Out!

Move, Jezebel!

'You're watching All Fur Coat,
the podcast with a difference.'

We represent
the folk with the tales

you won't hear
in the mainstream media.

So, we wanna hear from you.

Not just prostitutes,
but pimps, johns, vice cops.

'Everybody involved
in this big, beautiful industry.'

Hi, my name is Ray,
and I'm an addict.

Hi, Ray.

I said goodbye to my father today.

Well...

..I tried to.

He was a victim of all the...

the venal...

..the self-serving cockroaches
that inhabit our society,

those people who don't give a flying
fuck for anybody but themselves.

I sometimes think
it's that which drives me

and keeps me straight,
not these meetings.

# We've won the League Flag

# And we've won the League Cup

# We sometimes go down

# But we... can go back up

# Hearts, Hearts, glorious Hearts. #

We stand together one last time...

..on the hallowed ground
where we spent so many moments...

..where we bonded...

..where we...

You just let them
make a fool of you,

and you made a fool of us.

Why?

Why did you not fight back?

Eh?

You lost them, but you still had me.

You still had me.
Why did you not see that?

You should have seen me.

I was just a kid.

I was just a kid.

You should have seen me.

You fucking bastard.

You fucking bastard!

I miss you.

Fuck, I love you, Dad.

I love you...
Oi, what you up to?

You cannae scatter the ashes here!

Get to fuck
before I phone the polis!

Oh, you think it's funny, do you?
Fuck off.

On you go, you wanker! Fuck off!

Fuck off!
On you go!

You know, I...

..burn with a passion
to rid society of its vermin...

Vermin!
..and of its liars...

Liars!
..and its cheats.

Cheats!

Every gain they make is at
the expense of good, ordinary folks.

Those locusts have to consume
everyone in their path.

We have to resist them.

We must opt to live.

But sometimes,
that choice is taken from us.

It's a no!

It's a no!

Old fears can breed new ones...

Stop it!

..and the social contagion
rages on.