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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.