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Carving on his chest reads "A strange case number two".

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

My father bled compassion, Inspector, have some respect.

Yet he was brutally murdered and displayed.

You don't think Gayle attacked Piggott-Wilkins?

Read her as mixed-up, not dangerous.

'Eh-up, Lennox.

'Long time, no see.'

There's been a leak about me.

I'm very disappointed in you, Lennox.

Why would I give a fuck about who wants to tell your fucking story?!

'Perhaps I am offering you some very sweet inducements.'

Hazel Lloyd.

'Some things grow within you and never leave.

'Events and emotions that, no matter how you try to confront them,

'will always have you by the balls.'

'We're building a safe world, where we can come to no harm,

'but as we strive to eliminate physical threat,

'we create conditions for insidious mental breakdown.'

You don't have an appointment.

This is becoming a habit, Ray.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

It's inappropriate. I...

I could go.

What's brought you here?

I, er...

I put my hand through the powdered skull of a dead child,

one Confectioner put into a well.

How can you adequately dispense justice for such heinous crimes?

All my life, I've been asking myself that question.

I need to go, I have a client waiting.

If you still need to talk, come back tonight.

Your money's on the table.

I detest you more than you could ever know.

That's hate-fucking.

If we'd have kent that, we would have charged you more.

Please...

..use the money sensibly for society's benefit.

Massively overdose on the most toxic poison imaginable.

Ah, we're working on it.

Shit! Agh!

Get off!

You fuckin' evil little pansy!

What is this? Enough!

That fucking weirdo almost bit my fucking ear off!

His ear?! What is fucking wrong with you?

He's a meatheaded bully and she always takes his side.

And he fucking smells.

His feet, his socks, they're vile.

I wanna stay here.

For a few days, that's all. Brilliant.

Thanks, Uncle Ray.

But I'm gonna have to tell your mum you're here, eh?

Aye.

Aye.

Ray?

Are you OK?

Um...

Pathologist confirmed.

The second girl was Ellie McIntyre.

She's not historically associated with a Confectioner case.

Ray, that's not what I asked.

Are YOU OK?

It was like I was...

It was like I was right back there, with the Confectioner.

You know, instant recall.

You found two more girls, Ray.

Two more families get to lay their loved ones to rest.

For fuck's sake, think of the positives here.

There's no positives.

The media are going crazy about this. I'll handle it.

You've got to get your head back inside this case.

Thanks.

Hey, hey. Where are we, in this case?

Well, we've got nothing of any use for victim number one.

Victim number two's dead.

Who knows when victim number three's gonna turn up.

I'm really struggling to keep my head in the game, boss.

Well, unfortunately, we've no choice.

That is the nature of the game.

OK. The tape?

The one you spitefully sent to my girlfriend?

Yeah, the tape.

I wasn't in a good place back then.

My dad was seriously ill and...

People suffer bereavements without sending sex tapes to people.

Let's look forward.

How many copies?

One.

I erased mine.

Cressida didn't erase hers.

Gets off on it, does she?

No.

She's a religious girl and she's hurt. Sure.

Matthew, 7:15 -

Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing.

We want to leave all this behind us and get away.

We've decided to do VSO work in Senegal.

Let me guess - to do that, you need money, right?

You caused a lot of pain.

Threatening us, stalking us.

Cressida wants compensated.

You made that sex tape willingly.

But you sent it to my girlfriend without my consent.

That's a crime, Amanda.

You're a criminal.

Have you watched it?

Properly watched it?

Of course not.

You should.

You come off very well,

especially when I do that thing you like.

We didn't do the thing on the tape.

So, you have watched it.

Maybe, once.

Ages ago.

I have another one where we do.

You were begging me...

Cress warned me you'd be like this -

still trying to lead me astray.

Come on, Keith. Where have you gone?

Back to the Church.

Every other sin a person commits is outside the body,

but the sexually immoral person sins against her own body.

Fuck you.

And fuck your Church!

There's no reason for this to ruin your career.

Think about it.

Don't take too long.

Things badly need sorted out here, at Serious Crime.

You know it, I know it.

You're the man to do it, Tommy.

Better communication between Serious Crime and Vice.

Taskforces with other constabularies.

Autonomy for units

instead of checking in with Control every five minutes.

Tech-savvy sorts, like youse.

It's a shame Dougie cannae be with us.

What the fuck are you trying to say?

Just spit it out.

It's. A. Shame. Dougie. Cannae. Be. With. Us.

Why do you need to make that sort of comment

every time I walk in a fucking room?!

I was'nae aware I did.

Think that might be your conscience talking.

Fuck you, Stark!

You are worse than Gillman. Worse!

You don't know what he's like!

Briefing. Now!

We have two victims.

One was attacked in a hotel room and MI5 are covering it up.

The second was killed

and displayed in his community that he served for years.

Both slashed in the groin area. Allegedly.

Yes, allegedly.

We also have a killer who is communicating with us,

but who we can't track down.

He says he's motivated by correcting injustices.

Injustices.

And we've got a fucking leak.

One of youse is releasing information

about the Confectioner case

and when I find out who, I will not fuckin' miss ya.

What have you all got?

Ray, I'm... You've got nothing.

We can't even tap the only witness who can help us solve this case,

because, apparently, protecting the reputation of the few

is more important than solving m...

..homicides.

Not tae us.

I need you all to listen carefully. This should be fairly simple.

We need to connect these victims to find the motive

and thus the killer.

Tommy, Norrie, go down to the gathering for Doctor Durie.

Find out what you can from the community. Community.

This repeating the last word people say

is getting fuckin' tiring.

Oh, my God, the killer's online again.

He's hacked hold of Edinburgh businesses on socials.

Ray, I need you to look online, right now.

Journalist contact called about a breaking story.

Several websites have been hacked by anti-Establishment messages

and "the bloody Filth",

as someone's put up on the Women's Institute website,

and the Cat Protection League.

What the fuck is going on?!

Gill, I need your help.

Yeah, of course.

What is it? Erm...

It's a personal matter.

I need to...

..get rid of something on someone's cloud.

You know what you're asking.

Yeah.

And...

..if I don't do this, then I'm finished here.

Well, we can't have that.

I forgot about that one.

He's such a wanker.

This is really quite special.

'Wait, just let me get my leg...'

How did you get your leg up like that?

Yeah.

Yeah, we did make quite a few, but I only sent him the one

and they're using it to blackmail me.

The fucking shite.

He can't get away with sex shaming you.

Sex tapes are always weaponised against women.

I'm not ashamed.

A guy wouldn't be ashamed, why should I be?

I once stole all my ex's socks when I moved out.

Yep. I've got no idea why I did that.

Oh, I might've fucked the promotion opportunity.

I shouldn't have given him this much power.

Right, that's it. I've deleted them,

but he could have these videos saved on multiple devices.

Deleting the cloud might not have done any good.

You can't keep letting them hold this over you.

I know.

Ah, what's the point in this?

A load of religious nonsense.

Load of pish, mate. When you're dead, you're dead, eh?

Told you that Lennox was cracked in the head.

Accusing one of us of leaking information?!

This Durie voluntarily hung around for 50 years?

Aye, each to their own.

Deserved to get fucked-up for that.

I'd have give one of my baws to get out of here.

What they hitting? Update!

Someone has just left a review

of the type of blade that was allegedly used to kill Durie.

An Arabian scimitar.

It's like a long knife.

Show us.

"Solid quality.

"Scares the shit out of them and gives a clean cut with limited mess.

"Grip could be better,

"but it did go in like a treat when I plunged the bastard."

Ray, there's a message on your leaked skull thread.

"Who will be hashtag three?"

Any one of these people who've been hacked could be the target.

Planning to kill again.

I shared my father with every one of you.

I wish he'd been more selfish,

because someone in this room, somebody he helped and fought for,

someone he thought of as a friend...

It killed him.

That's Durie's receptionist.

So, he was a good man, aye?

Huh?

Yes, he was.

The very best of men.

And yet, he ended up swinging from a lamp-post?

You were with him for a while?

Anything between youse two?

What are you inferring?

Any rumpy-pumpy?

Come on, dunnae go all prissy.

We're cops. We have to investigate relationships.

He was not that kind of man.

Was he cowping anybody else, to your knowledge?

If he was that liked in the community,

there might well have been some younger Tony Hatch knocking about.

He would never...

Never say never when it comes to the murky waters of male sexuality.

Piggott-Wilkins is as connected as it gets.

So was his father.

He died ten years ago.

Recorded as a suicide, but found wi'...

substances in his system.

Don't you think it's a bit irregular

that the report doesn't list the substances?

Cat's out the bag now.

Threat to public safety.

Use this. Amanda. Where are we going?

Can't sit around waiting for him to kill someone else, can we?

And then he got the MBE.

Ah, there was a bit of a kerfuffle around that.

Oh, aye?

Someone vandalised the surgery. Something to do with malpractice.

The family threatened him, the doctor!

Said they'd ruin him.

Then what happened?

I came in to find excrement daubed on the walls.

It was horrible.

And someone had written "fake" on the wall,

in their own S-H-I-T.

The guilt ate away at him, until the day he died.

Who could've thought he was a fake?

We need a name.

You've had more than enough.

Aye.

Aye.

You should've spoken to me first, about the leak.

Confectioner? You're right.

Everything all right?

Nothing I can't handle.

You sure this is a good idea?

No.

Come on.

Fraser?

I thought he lived alone?

Trudi must've left it.

We understand your need to advance this crime, Lennox,

but we have this in hand.

That's all we have to say on the matter.

Are you saying you won't let the Detective Inspector

ask questions of a witness

that could protect a member of the public?

Are you saying the privacy and protection of one person

is more important than the safety of the people of this city?

What I'm saying, DI Drummond, is that we have this in hand

and you and DI Lennox

are insubordinately jeopardising your careers by even being here.

Piggott-Wilkins... senior.

Ten years ago.

Who puts the word "substances" in a pathology report?

Ask the pathologist.

Long deceased. Wonder who got to him, eh?

Hm, before my time.

Yeah, you prefer to protect the present Piggott-Wilkins.

Why's he so important?

You wouldn't wanna do my job, Lennox.

There are some people who pull the levers of power

and they have to be protected at all costs.

The less the public know, the better.

Who gives a fuck what those idiots think?

They might be interested to hear this.

Carry on.

What do you think you're doing? This is released,

unless you give me the location of Piggott-Wilkins.

I'm gonna give you...

..30 seconds to make your decision.

So?

Sophie's working on the breakdown of voluntary organisations

to find out which sectors are being targeted most.

What's the story with you and Sophie?

Well, there is no real story.

Are you involved with someone else?

I didn't say that!

Hey? I've got a breakdown of the voluntary organisations hacked.

Thanks. Thanks.

DI Lennox. DI Drummond.

Must've been frustrating. Hm?

The great love you had for him.

But his own only ever going to this place.

He was devoted to the community.

He didnae look at you the way a man should look at a beautiful woman.

What?

What are you saying?

He. Did. Not. Look. At. You.

The. Way. A. Man. Should. Look.

At. A. Beautiful. Woman.

You can't say that to me.

I'm old enough to be your mother.

No, you're not.

You're old enough to be my lover.

I'm saying no more. You're wasting my time.

The person who did this to you has killed a man.

More lives are in danger.

We've got plenty to talk about.

Your attacker's already claimed responsibility

in an email to the police.

This story is not going to go away

until they've been caught.

You're hashtag one, right?

Did you see the face of the person that did this to you?

His face was covered.

And I'd been drugged. Was he alone?

There was a girl. Who was the girl?

How would I know? She was bought and paid for.

How did you find her?

I'm afraid that's covered by the Official Secrets Act.

Can you describe her for us?

She was just a girl.

"Just a girl?"

Like the others you entertained here?

Like Gayle?

And was this girl involved in the attack?

You don't notice these things

when someone's swinging a ceremonial scimitar at you, Officer.

Does the name William Durie mean anything to you?

Should it?

This house that we're in,

this is the house where your father met his untimely end.

What has my father got to do with this?

I think you're clutching at straws now.

Don't you?

This Establishment nonsense has wasted our fucking time.

Piggott-Wilkins' protection is irrelevant.

We've been trying to unravel layers of bureaucracy

when we could've been solving this case.

Inspector Lennox?

Moira Gulliver.

I know your sister.

And you know my brother.

I knew both of your victims.

You knew William Durie and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins well?

Well, our fathers were friends.

We all grew up together.

We didn't live near them,

but we would holiday together, once or twice a year.

Do you know why someone would want them dead?

Of course not.

They were just boys then.

Willie... never fit in with the lads.

He was too kind for his own good.

Porky could be cruel - the joke was always at someone else's expense.

And Richie, well...

..he was always trying to prove himself.

Harmless, really.

But then, you know my brother, Inspector.

There's talk of a third victim.

Don't let anything happen to him, Ray.

Well, what do you want?

We believe there's a threat to your life.

It's connected to the attempted murder

of Christopher Piggott-Wilkins and the murder of William Durie.

We have to take it seriously.

Touched by your concern, my name is Ray,

or DI Lennox, delete as appropriate.

But I haven't seen either of those men for years.

Well, I see Porky at the occasional Civil Service bash, but...

Why would someone want them dead?

I don't know, but I've nothing to hide.

The light has been shed on all my darkness.

Try it, Ray, it's incredibly liberating.

Then maybe keep a low profile.

I'm giving the speech of my fucking career today.

I'm asking you not to give the speech.

No way.

Besides, I'm well protected

by conscientious public servants, like yourself, am I not?

My only concern is for your safety.

Well, I'm concerned about that too.

But I am giving my speech.

So, please, make sure no psychotic malcontents disrupt me.

I didn't expect this to happen. No.

I've been lonely since Chris walked out.

Do you want to go to my place?

You'll never know how much.

But I can't.

I'm on duty.

But what I am gonna do...

..is I'm gonna come to you when I'm finished.

And do you know what's gonna happen? What?

I'm gonna kiss these lips.

I am trying to help you, believe me, but I need you to help yourself.

Good at that one way, not so good in other ways, unfortunately.

One man has life-changing injuries, another is dead.

We know that there's a third target.

Is there any reason that might be you?

Something that happened involving Piggott-Wilkins and Durie.

Which one of us does not have pesky skeletons in their cupboard?

But I trust you to get to the bottom of it,

Detective Inspector Lennox.

You're not fuckin' dying on my watch!

Thank you, my name is Ray, I appreciate that.

I really do believe all this, you know?

It's modern politics.

You have to blow things out of all proportion

to get your voice heard.

The truth is, nobody in this country

is looking after anything but their own interests.

I genuinely believe that we can be great again.

You know, your sister described you as harmless.

She's right.

You're a fuckin' fascist.

Thank you!

Thank you.

When I first entered politics, they asked me why.

Why would any sensible person delve into this cesspit?

You've delved into enough cesspits in your time!

The reason, in one word?

Britain.

Because of what this country once was,

because of what it has become.

I will chart the course to make this country great again.

You're a Nazi!

So... So...

So, here they are, the real Nazi rent-a-mob,

with their attacks on free speech. Nazi!

And they make their own point for us,

do they not, ladies and gentlemen?

That you can be a total cock and an absolute fanny.

Where this country once had pride,

we built an empire,

swatting away the puny resistance of feeble natives.

We took what our brains, power and technology entitled us to.

Nobody back then, there was no whining, insipid voices

in the background, niggled away, telling us, "You can't do this,

"you mustn't do that",

because we knew we were the United Kingdom.

The message was then, as it has to be once again,

well, I'm sorry, my coloured cousins,

my Paddy pals, my squeamish, yellow-bellied chums.

We do what the fuck we like.

Die, you bastard!

Argh! Oh, my God.

No, get off me, stop!

Thank you, Ray.

The bloke had murder in his eyes.

It appears that your vigilance was not unwarranted after all.

Thank you, Officer, er...

I didn't get your name.

Let me go, you f...

It looks like you have the culprit, so kindly leave so I may continue.

There is a war approaching.

We British like the sound of that word, don't we? War.

Because we've been denied the opportunity of our forefathers.

The thrill of combat for the poor man.

The opportunity for conquest of the rich man.

This is who we are.

We're heading back. You stay with Gulliver.

Surely we could just leave a couple of uniforms?

Do not let that creepy psychopath out of your sight.

The public attack - do you think this is his curtain call, Ray?

I'm not your man.

Stark.

You don't see women, do you?

I see you... sister.

I see a nasty, spiteful wee whore

who'll do anything, stomp anyone into the ground,

to get to where she wants to be.

I'm a dyed-in-the-wool, unreconstructed feminist.

Deal with it.

Oh, I'm dealing wi' it all right.

You can rest assured.

You don't agree with Richie Gulliver's politics, do you?

Agree with the views of a Nazi?

Only a fucking idiot or a bigot would.

So, what was the plan?

You were gonna kill him?

The knife wasn't for decoration.

Sophie's asked me to go camping with her.

Looking forward to it?

Well, yes, er...

Yes.

I hope you're a wee bit more convincing once you get there.

It's just that I've no experience with lassies.

Like, I've had my whole...

..made love to a girl before.

Oh, right.

I don't know what to do.

I can't ask the boys at work.

You know what Stark and Erskine are like.

Ray's never around.

You... have got experience,

like, with women.

I'm in a bit of a niche market.

Tell me... So, tell me how would you make love to another woman?

Fuck's sake, shut up, Struthers! LAUGHTER

What about Piggott-Wilkins and Durie?

And who the fuck are they?

Hashtag one and two.

I've never seen them before in my life.

So Gulliver isnae number three?

No. He's a fascist and he deserves to die.

I've got six months to live.

Killing him would be the most meaningful act of my life.

So, you're a righteous warrior

who thinks it's OK to take the law into his own hands?

You say you despise Gulliver,

but you're just another entitled man cut from the same fucking cloth!

Typical police.

Got it in for those who want to try and dampen down class politics.

If I had more time...

..there are other targets on my list.

Think it's fairly obvious he's not our guy.

I was unprofessional in there. I don't know what came over me.

Happens. We work in extreme circumstances

with twisted, evil bastards. This is the job.

It's not the job, Ray. We have systems, rules and procedures.

It's you that's been fucking me up with all this emotional shit.

I just wanna do my job.

Shall I book him for the knife?

Aye and gie him a fucking medal.

Ray, your sister's back again.

This time, she's got your mum with her.

Oh.

Do you no have work to go to? I ken you've no.

How is he, Ray? Is he making a pest of himself?

Look, Fraser is fine, he's a good kid.

He's been no problem at all. Just let me get on with my job.

What's the problem, Ray? I'm worried about you.

You're my son, Raymond. When are we gonna sort this out?

There's nothing tae sort out. Can you no understand?

I don't want to talk to you.

Please, I'm at my work. Just fucking go.

Go!

I would like to ask you a question, Mr Gulliver.

One moment, please.

Are you a racist, Mr Gulliver?

Any updates, Officer?

Er, no. Nothing yet.

Sir.

Stand back, please.

You spread toxicity in politics.

Racial assaults, trans batterings, all increase after your speeches.

How does that make you feel?

Well, those are crimes

and I suggest you speak to the perpetrators of them.

But you have captured the imagination

of a broad range of the British public.

Shouldn't have agreed to go.

She'll have expectations.

It'll be fine.

It won't be fine. I'm a freak!

Don't say that!

I, honestly, I don't think this is gonna make any difference.

Sophie likes you for your big...

..brain.

If she laughs at me, I don't think I can handle it.

I need to talk.

I've apologised for my behaviour.

But I am telling you how serious blackmail is.

Please, just drop this now.

But sending depraved homemade porn through's OK?

Oh, you are such a fucking insufferable prude!

Keith told me you left the church.

You're doing well in the morality stakes on your own then, yeah?

Fuck's sake.

You really levelled down when you left me.

This is solving nothing.

Cress, we need to talk.

Congratulations, quite a day for you.

I hear you caught your killer.

Ah, it was a crank wi' a knife,

not the killer.

Can't place our killer.

There's something not quite true about him.

Oh!

You all right?

Yeah.

I've got a migraine.

My head is so fucking full.

World's a cesspit.

Beasts are everywhere.

What happened to being a normal cop, Ray?

I think this is being a normal cop.

To loathe people who ruin lives.

Tell me how that feels.

Every time you put one of these beasts away.

Every time you bring them down. How does it feel?

It never feels like enough.

Do they earn the right to live?

Should we have to earn our right to be here?

Why did you go and see Confectioner?

When you know how it makes you feel?

Why not send someone else?

He wouldn't speak to someone else.

No-one else in your department has what it takes

to unlock the secrets of that case? Is that...

..a God complex?

How do you feel about Confectioner now?

I never want to find out again that the last thing

another kid saw in their life were those horrible eyes.

How do YOU feel?

I wanna kill him.

Are you sure about this?

Oh, fuck sake.

I am doing you a favour here.

Don't make me change my mind. Mm-hm.

I'm delighted to say that I have

a genuine Edinburgh Serious Crime cop

joining us on All Fur Coat.

Welcome, DI Tommy Stark.

Helena, I've been working with you

and your colleagues in the sex industry

for a number of years now.

I'm happy to debunk the stereotype associated with women

who make their living in this way.

I've seen the consequences on many of them, as have you,

from the more oppressive elements of the patriarchy.

Wow.

Tommy, you have arrested and hassled many working girls

and now you're trying to tell us

that you were really on our side all along?

Come on.

Well, Helena, as you and I both know,

unfortunately, things aren't that simple.

First and foremost, I'm a law enforcement officer

and that's my duty.

But we are all human beings in society

and we have to see the bigger picture.

Yeah, yeah, ah, that's good, that's good.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah. Right.

Sit down.

OK, so, I want you to touch here,

up here. Go on... go on.

It's very good.

Very...

..good.

If I was to describe myself in any way,

it would be as a dyed-in-the-wool, unreconstructed feminist.

What the actual fuck?!

Like this?

Less talking, less talking.

Gill?

I thought I'd bring you some of Mum's banana bread.

I really missed you.

Look, I can explain. I'm sorry. I can explain.

I can explain!

She was just helping me. Shut up!

Fuck sake.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Ah, shut up.

Hey, Uncle Ray, come join the party.

The boy we lifted - he's not our killer,

so the man we're looking for is still out there.

Well, then, I suggest you find him, Detective Sergeant.

I'm returning to my flat with a friend. Goodnight.

You don't remember me, do you?

I'm afraid I don't have any idea what you're talking about.

Now, I really need you to be a good boy and let me get on.

But I've been told... Uh-uh-uh!

I hear you knocking, but you can't come in.

So, one more time - goodnight, Defective Sergeant.

Prick.

'Sometimes, threat is not where we expect to find it.

'We let our guard down, we expose ourselves,

'and once is all it takes for everything to change.'

So, I told them, "Do not get in my way."

I do not like taking the circuitous route

in pursuit of my goals.

I like to go in direct.

You're a good listener.

I like good listeners.