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I'm sorry, Moira.

Why do you feel it's your responsibility to avenge?

I was ten.

I was raped.

I see a nasty, spiteful wee whore

who'd do anything to get to where she wants to be.

The theatricality of the killings,

someone disnae just want these men dead,

he wants to expose them. Why?

I've had a shit day. I could do with some company.

I don't think that Norrie's who he says he is.

They drove to the warehouse where Gulliver's body was found.

Why would they go there? It's time to find out.

We need to bring Norrie Erskine in, eh?

'You tether yourself to one person,

'to one city, like the dock of a port.

'But it could be any dock, any port.

'And you see them all slide past -

'the faces of the women you've made love to,

'the men you've locked up forever,

'and you realise that it all has nothing to do with them,

'it's all about yourself.

'And the struggle for control of that self.'

Sort this... the fuck out.

Yeah?

Amanda, last night, um...

Um, I'm sorry. Uh...

I expected more from a senior professional.

W-Well, I-I...

I'm joking.

You were very good.

Lighten up, Ray.

Oh, no.

Norrie, you daft bastard.

Where is the fucking path tent?

We've got a body in the middle of a fucking public park!

We're having to get a spare, boss. A fucking spare?

I-It's my fault, Sir.

I borrowed it to go camping.

It... blew away.

I'm going to replace it as soon as we get back.

What fucking idiot goes camping wi' a fucking crime scene tent?

There's been a mur...!

Homicide. There's one coming from Fife.

And they will think

that we are amateur fucking Mickey Mouse wankers.

With good reason.

My office, this afternoon.

Evidence of hood with marks around the neck

and the bounds around the wrists and ankles.

Signs of a struggle.

The fatal injury is in the groin area,

so exactly like Gulliver, except one thing...

the eyelids have been cut off with surgical scissors.

Fuck's sake.

And then, of course, there's this.

Can we all give the man a bit of dignity, eh?

Carried out postmortem.

How can we not get another fucking tent?!

Fuck.

He was lying to us, boss.

Gulliver. Durie. Piggott-Wilkins.

A working-class weegie like Erskine.

Disnae fit.

We ken he lied about his whereabouts

on the night of Richie Gulliver's death.

CCTV proved he abandoned his post,

he drove to the warehouse where Gulliver was later murdered. Why?

Erskine's eyelids were removed with surgical scissors.

What did he see? Who was Norrie Erskine?

We need to know everything about him.

He was the victim here, we should remember that.

He lied to us, we should remember that.

I'd swear, in church, on a stack of Bibles singing Kumbaya

that I never observed Norrie doing anything

that was remotely Princess Michael.

I can't say that about everyone.

The weapon in his glovebox would suggest otherwise.

The message carved onto him, "And then there were none,"

suggests he was the last victim, like we speculated about Gulliver.

I want Norrie's movements last night.

Sophie, follow-up on the CCTV of Erskine's route to the warehouse.

Gill, split the team up.

Look into Erskine - phone, flat, bank card, everything.

A wee heads up, Ray, it's, er...

Well, it's probable that the last person to see Erskine alive

was your brother-in-law.

We hit the pish last night after dining in his bistro.

He teamed up after a wee stay back. I left them early doors, but...

..I think they might have been bound for the Pubic Triangle.

Right. Thanks.

I'll call them in.

Angus Ross? I'm DI Drummond.

Wait. Ray's partner? Mm-hm.

Wow. No wonder he's kept you a secret.

You're married to DI Lennox's sister.

Twenty-two years.

But you didn't know... DS Erskine?

I only met him last night, wi' Tommy Stark.

My restaurant, Gastronomic, is close by here.

I'm always on at Ray to come by.

These was the first serious crime officers to use it.

Traffic's another matter. Some of my best customers...

I'm gonna... I'm gonna need you to focus.

You were with Erskine last night, right?

Aye.

Where did you go, and when did you leave him?

We...

stayed back at mine, and then we hit a few pubs.

Bannerman's, Whistlebinkies.

Norrie suggested the Triangle, but I held out for CC's.

I met an old mate who had some ching.

Norrie and I took it.

It wasn't the... No.

No. The drugs weren't a factor in his death.

What was his mood? Melancholic.

He tried to keep things light,

but you could see he was going through something heavy.

Could you... elaborate on that?

Maybe women troubles?

What was the strip club he went to?

I don't know.

I do remember he said that the girls knew him as Uncle Norrie.

You all right?

Poor guy.

You know, both a bit depressed last night.

Spoke about art and love.

I don't know what happened, but at some point,

Jackie just stopped loving me.

I know she's sleeping with someone, Ray. I've known for some time.

Er... It's not my business.

Sir. Never had affairs.

Jackie thinks I have, but no way.

I might've considered it, but I've never done it.

Again, that's your business.

I've had Fraser on the blower. He knows he's really pissed you off.

Right, well, you have to deal wi' it.

He's my nephew, I love him, but...

I want him out of my flat tonight.

So... Ray's brother-in-law confirmed you left him after CC Blooms.

Maybe they went to church after, said a wee prayer (?)

What? The church, the pub.

Both full of muppets fae the wank school.

You pays your money, you takes your choice.

Gill's getting the CCTV from CC Blooms.

Let's try and follow Erskine's likely route from there.

Aye. Comes in here a lot.

Sometimes, there's other men, I think cops, but mostly alone.

Was he here last night? Might have been.

He had a quiet relationship with some of the girls,

liked massages.

Seemed an observer, a voyeur.

Did they find him creepy? Lindy.

Uncle Norrie? Soap dodger?

Aye.

He liked to watch you have sex with your boyfriend.

Record you on his phone? No. No tapes.

Never did nowt like touch me or Alistair,

just watched and wanked.

How did Alistair feel about this?

Alistair is an accountancy student at Heriot-Watt,

they were cash transactions.

He wanted me to declare them to revenues expenses, but...

He never did. Nah.

That was down to me.

Alistair always advised us to, but...

Am I gonna get into bother?

Not from us. You've been helpful. Thanks.

What were they like, these other cops that he came in with?

The usual sleazy, ferrety-looking bastards.

We're gonna need your CCTV from last night. Course.

Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs Manderson.

What's this?

Er... I heard you'd broken up with Celeste.

Are things any better?

No.

Well, time is a great healer.

Listen, I actually need you to take a look at something.

Fort Knox. Taking no chances?

Some of this stuff's vintage, he's quite a collector.

Creepy fuck.

Weird transition from actor to cop.

He failed as an actor.

It doesn't look like

he was massively successful as a cop either.

Look at this.

Maybe concentrate on finding something that connects him

to Gulliver, Durie or Piggott-Wilkins, eh?

Like his voracious sexual appetites, for instance?

Voracious... sexual... appetites (!)

It's a link.

Do you really believe they're unique in those appetites?

Ray?

This cannae be.

The sick bastard.

Fuck's sake.

Fuck's sake!

Look at the way he's labelled them and reviewed them.

That is the mind of a... paedo.

Well...

Fuckin' Erskine.

It's all lies.

Is this what links all four men?

Gulliver was sexually deviant,

but we never found anything like this.

They'd have thrown away the fucking key for this stuff.

He is dead to me now.

Fuck.

Jesus fuck.

"Your eyes are bigger than your stomach

"or it's getting considerably shorter."

"Mind the dark secrets,

"your colleagues will be interested to know the real you."

Someone was taunting Erskine over his porn collection.

Erskine was a hunted man in his last days,

these postcards aren't just about the porn,

someone's got something over him.

Bingo.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot?"

Auld Lang Syne. All these New Years' that they spent together.

Let's go and have another word with Moira Gulliver, eh?

Let's go.

Hello, Ray.

Your sister has been an absolute rock.

Glad to hear it.

I'm just planning for his order of service.

Does the name Norrie Erskine mean anything to you?

I don't know him at all.

We need you to think about the last New Year your family spent together.

Can this not wait?

Not really.

Can you remember when and where it was?

We'd go somewhere different every year.

OK. When was the last time?

We have reason to believe that these murders

are about something that happened on one of the holidays.

Moira, we really, really need you to think about this.

Ray, come back later.

We're in the middle of a multiple homicide investigation.

No, it's fine.

Let me see. Er...

OK... Erm...

OK.

Yes. This...

..seems to be the last time.

The Adrie House Hotel.

Big old stuffy place, out in the country.

Thirty years ago, are you sure? Well, I've nothing later.

OK.

He looks like a man there. A year earlier, they were just boys.

Funny things happen when boys become men.

Why did it end?

I can't tell you, Ray.

Because I wasn't there that year.

I was away skiing.

Let's just say it wasn't really working

for any of the women by the end.

She's a lot posher than you. Jackie?

Always was.

Fuckin' embarrassing when we were kids in Oxgangs.

Like she was prepping for the law chamber in the New Town

right from birth.

What were you prepping for?

Ray?

This.

I was preparing for this.

Evidence found in Norrie Erskine's flat

gives us reason to believe that he was being blackmailed

in the last days of his life.

Blackmailed about what?

He was housing a large collection of...

..illegal porn.

The knife in his car suggests he was preparing to defend himself.

Which makes sense with the lies on the night of Gulliver's death.

He went to the warehouse to confront the killer.

Didn't exactly fuckin' arrest him, eh?

But we can only assume that he couldn't go through with it.

What connects him to Gulliver, Piggott-Wilkins and Durie?

Maybe the porn? We'll find out.

Now, let's start with confirming the connections that we have.

Moira Gulliver told us the last time their families were together.

We need to find out where Erskine was

on Hogmanay of 1992.

Specifically, if he was anywhere near Adrie House Hotel.

Can someone get on that now? Yeah.

Erm, boss, there's something I think you should see.

I've been tracking Erskine's route

from Gulliver's house to the warehouse...

and look.

Is he following that car?

Not in every shot, but it appears enough

to make us think Erskine was following someone.

Aye. Unless he didnae call it in.

It makes sense of the idea that he planned to kill that night.

Is there a clearer image of the driver? Yeah.

I've cross-referenced this with the restaurant footage.

It's the same man.

I've traced his reg. Unbelievably, it's his own car.

His name is Victor Maslow.

Parents are dead, and he hasn't been at his last registered address

for years.

Ray? I've seen him.

Where? I don't know, but I've fuckin' seen him!

Everybody!

We've got a suspect, his name is Victor Maslow.

We've got a name, we've got a face, no excuses. Where is he?

I want Maslow!

You're not gonna believe this, Ray, cos I fuckin' don't.

I called the Adrie House Hotel,

I got the records from December 1992,

but we've already got them.

Norrie Erskine requested them yesterday.

One of our own.

Media will paste us.

What have I done to deserve this?

Ugh.

These interviews tomorrow, for the Chief Super job,

do we need to postpone them?

No. No. Go... Go ahead.

Well, at least pretend to give a shit about this.

This... message on Norrie's chest and then the one on...

What if... What if it really is the last death

and Maslow just slips off into the sunset?

It looked like it was family connections and then...

then he fuckin' kills Erskine.

All this social justice warrior bullshit.

I mean, I'm sure he wants to believe that this homicide

is doing some greater good, but it's... No, it's revenge.

Just not sure what for.

Norrie Erskine worked at Adrie House Hotel

between October 1992 and March 1993.

He was there at the same time as Richie Gulliver, William Durie

and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins.

Let's go.

It's about an incident that might have occurred here 30 year ago.

Does the name... Does the name Norman Erskine mean anything to you?

It's obviously before your time, but he worked here back then.

I've only worked here a couple of years.

You know, my brief was to come in and modernise the place,

but retain that classical feel, you know? Shabby chic.

I'm sure you've been very successful.

But Norman Erskine?

Speak to our catering manager, Michelle.

She's worked here for years, you know,

find her downstairs in Jurassic Park, as we call the kitchen.

That busy legal life... Oh, God!

Oh, Jeez!

Moira? What the fuck?

Angus.

What the fuck?

You can't just burst in.

What's all this?

You don't live here any more.

Is this taramasalata made from scratch?

Angus, I've told you how things are now.

Please respect that.

Respect?

And what respect have I been shown?

I'm going to give you two some space to talk.

Thanks.

I'm really sorry for your loss (!)

Thank you.

How can I help you?

We've got a few questions for you about Norman Erskine.

Worked here 30 years ago.

Uh! Norrie Erskine. SHE LAUGHS

The panto guy.

Christ, I mind of him all right, do you know?

Couldnae keep his hands to himself.

Anything specific?

Well, my tits and arse, for one.

That's how it was in there days.

How did that make you feel?

To be honest, it never bothered me.

Five brothers back then. Water off a duck's back.

And I gave as good as I got.

But some people might have found it offensive.

Oh, aye. There were some poor lasses that got it.

Can you tell us more about that?

Hospitality back then was about tits and teeth.

If you werenae comfortable with that, you wouldnae last long.

So we had a fair turnover.

Anything specific spring to mind? Anyone that Erskine may have upset?

I mind of this waitress, she wasnae here long -

a student on Christmas cover.

But she accused a group of guests of sexually assaulting her.

And she pointed the finger at Norrie Erskine as well.

What happened?

It's a long time ago, but these were regular guests

and they paid big money.

Young guys.

Thought that money meant they could do whatever they wanted,

you know the type?

And she was just a young lassie.

Why do you remember this girl?

When it came to her face, something terrible had happened.

Oh, I believed her all right.

What was her name?

Do you know, I cannae mind.

Was it Sarah something? I think.

But I might have a photo at home.

On one of your staff piss-ups,

I always take a lot of photos at the Christmas bashes here.

I could look them at the night for you. If it'd help?

That would certainly be a huge help. Thank you.

We've both known this marriage is over a long time.

Maybe you did.

But I gave up the rat race so you could keep going.

Not this again.

You gave up because you wanted to fanny about with food.

I thought...

..if I was happy, then... we'd be happy.

Well, Angus, now we know that my happiness

isn't contingent on yours,

nor should yours be on mine.

I get it.

I've been a big disappointment to you.

It's hardly been a disaster.

We've got two great kids.

Huh. One of whom barely speaks to us

and the other can't stand to be in the same house as me.

Murdo... he acts all tough, but he's just trying to brazen it out.

And Fraser thinks he's Billy Big Bollocks, but...

Well, he's just a wee boy.

And he needs us.

They're both a loss, Jack.

Let's get Jo cross-referencing the staff records,

looking for any girl matching that description

who worked back then with Erskine.

We also need the guest records too, if they go back that far.

So, Maslow is avenging an abused woman -

sister, wife, mother?

And as you said, the social vengeance stuff

just disnae fit.

Yeah. He's toying with us.

Sexual assault claim makes sense of the MO,

but... but the killer's a man, what does that mean?

What does that mean?

The display of the bodies suggests

he believed they're sexual predators,

hiding in plain sight.

You've come a long way, Inspector Drummond.

All thanks to you, Ray.

Last night... it was...

It's complicated.

If you wanted to try it again, see if it feels less complicated...?

I let us both down.

I know... I know that I... I crossed the line.

You're a difficult man, Ray Lennox.

Can you, er... Can you drive me somewhere?

I need to go and see someone.

I just wanted to apologise for the kiss.

I was upset, I just didn't think you'd want to see me again.

Come in.

You know those... those things I told you?

I've never told anyone before.

Is that why you felt compelled to kiss me?

I needed...

..I needed to feel something good.

One of my colleagues...

..was found murdered today

and then I discovered he was a nonce.

Do you think sex is at the root of everything we do?

Maybe.

Tell me about your colleague.

Did he deserve to die?

We're supposed to protect people

from the pain and horror of somebody like Norrie.

You see, the thing that scares me is that...

..I really understand this killer.

He's shaming us and...

he's the one that's making the world safer.

Was your colleague's death a just act of revenge?

I don't know.

I know about revenge.

It obsesses me.

Those...

..fucking monsters in the tunnel.

I look for them constantly.

I mean, I was...

..I was just a kid.

Those moments when we're frozen...

..is it fear or weakness?

I resisted.

I resisted... There were men.

There was... three of them.

They... They...

They got Les.

Forty years this has held you.

You've held yourself in this moment.

Who's damaged you more?

Them or you?

No...

I'll bring them to justice. I'll bring them to justice.

You've no evidence.

How will you feel when they walk free?

What then? You take it into your own hands?

Yes. Yes.

And then what?

Your life's over.

Thrown away, because you can't take responsibility for your pain.

Pack it up...

and move on, Ray.

Sorry.

Sorry.

I can lead you to a conclusion.

But you have to look back if you're to help yourself.

And you can't do that.

Again and again, you failed to do that.

I do look back. I do, I do look back.

No, you need the taste of blood.

An eye for an eye.

The terrified child in you never walks free till you do.

Look into the eyes of that terrified child

and tell me who's betrayed that child most.

Is it the abuser or is it you who imprisoned him in that moment...

..for four decades?

I'm trying.

I'm trying...

..to do the right thing.

Grow up, Ray.

'Whether sex workers are exploited women,

'or liberated, empowered women,

'is a question that divides feminists.'

TV: 'You must not succumb to the Devil's wrath for he will...'

I hear Tommy Stark's coming on the show again.

Yes, I'm gonna record later.

What about you? You'll do the show?

I've been thinking about it, and, yes...

..on one condition.

I'm a police officer...

..and as such, I'm telling you

that you are in the deepest possible shit.

We don't know what you're talking about.

We live our lives in accordance with the Scriptures.

Oof!

Pay attention to yourself.

"If your brother sins against you, rebuke him.

"And if he repents, forgive him."

Confession. That's your repentance.

Or I'll fuckin' rebuke big time. You've come from Amanda.

We've only taken what's rightfully ours,

we deserve compensation for the trauma she put us through.

My girlfriend shouldn't be forced to view such filth.

She can't take it.

What sort of filth are we talking about?

It was porn.

Sending that stuff without the consent of both parties

was a criminal offence.

Keep fuckin' talking.

Amanda... she...

She manipulated him, it was the Devil's work.

Made him do things with her.

I went into therapy to recover.

Oh! Fuck.

Look, please, we can give her money back. Yeah.

Let me see that fuckin' tape.

I'm trying to help you. Mmm. The sisterhood.

Us working together to expose the likes of Tommy Stark.

Well, yeah.

But you're not a sister. You're a cop.

Just like Stark.

Why should I help you?

What have the likes of you ever done to help the likes of me,

DI Drummond?

What do you want me to say?

What I want is for you to stop acting

like you've come here on a white horse.

I've had this bullshit from cops forever.

So don't insult the both of us, and just admit

that you're only here because you need something.

Right, you've made your point.

Not entirely.

My point is...

don't take the piss.

Now, what exactly do you need?

Well now...

I take a very dim view of fellow officers indulging in such...

..activities.

You see, like you, I consider myself a disciple of Jesus Christ.

You do realise that blackmailing someone

over a pornographic tape is a sin.

Has the Gospel taught you nothing?

I told you this would be a fuckin' mess.

Don't give me that. The blackmail was your idea.

You wanted to bring that fucking Jezebel down as much as I did.

Shut it! The pair of youse!

Now...

Forgiveness...

..that is the very... essence...

of Christian faith. Is it not?

What was it the Bible says?

Aye.

As Christians, it is your duty to forgive. Aye?

For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your...

..Heaven... Heavenly Father will also forgive you.

That's Matthew 6... 14.

Very nice.

What are you going to do?

Forgive.

I don't want to arrest you... and I don't want your money.

How can we expect to maintain law and order

with sinners such as that wee fucking Drummond

in the polis?

Huh?

I want everything you've got on her.

And you...

..you... need to be

brought back into...

..the... faith.

Still fighting the good fight?

My life is shit with alcohol in the mix,

but not always great without it.

I'm trying to solve the multiple murder

of the worst scum I can think of.

I've let so many people down.

You're doing an impossible job

and you're actually doing it quite well.

Well, four men are dead.

Any drinks?

Erm, just a black Earl Grey, please.

Hmm? No.

I thought I was ready to be back, I'm ready for nothing.

Don't talk like that, Ray.

I think my therapist is right,

I'm letting old partners creep back in.

Therapy traps you.

Holds you in your trauma.

If I'd continued therapy,

Lauren wouldn't be sitting here today.

It's a difficult thing to leave something behind,

even if it's caused you the most pain.

She's been a lifebelt for me.

Sally, she's... she's all that's kept me afloat.

Has she fuck!

Those people won't help you, Ray. Look at me.

You say you want to know who you are,

well, who you are...

is the best man I have ever met.

And you need to set yourself free.

There's a look in their eyes, you know?

Just for a beautiful split second.

When all their stupid vanity stares them in the face

and laughs right back at them.

In exactly the same way they laughed at others.

Where do you think these delusions come from?

Is it ideas of grandeur?

I saw you with Lennox last night.

Ray Lennox is a client.

That's all.

When the person who protects the monster,

who undermines what you're trying to build,

they become the monster themselves.

And that person must be stopped.

I tidied up, Uncle Ray.

TV: '..a couple of injuries in the squad...'

Hoping it is better now.

TV: '..going to lose the big lad up front...'

The match is on telly, shall we watch it together?

You should go home. Thanks for tidying up.

But, Uncle Ray, what is it?

I just need my own space.

TV: '..fantastic atmosphere...'

Are you sure you're OK?

You're not going a bit, you know, like last time?

Just get the fuck...

you self-indulgent little fuckin' clown!

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

Fraser...

The fuck do you want?

A wee word about tomorrow's interviews.

Don't bother turning up.

I know men like you, Stark.

Look...

We have to work together...

whether one of us gets the Chief Super job,

or neither of us do.

Oh, I know all about you.

The sex tape.

You filthy wee fox, churchy.

You're no slouch in that department yourself.

Vice?

Where the fuck do I begin?

'Harder. Ooh, yeah. Come on.'

'Call me Iron Man.' 'Ooh, you're so strong, Iron Man.'

That was...

'Harder. Don't stop, don't stop!'

Where the fuck did you get that?

'Big daddy.' 'Oh, yeah.'

A serious crime police officer

fucking witnesses to serious crimes cases.

Not divulging this interest is not only a disgrace...

..it's jail time.

All right, Drummond.

No-one needs to see those tapes.

I agree.

A pact.

If you get the Super job...

..I'll transfer, quietly.

And if you get the Super job,

it'll be a fucking pleasure for me to transfer quietly.

Men like you, Stark, you'll get yours.

Might be sooner than you think.

Ah, fucking family, they're all as bad as each other.

Armando?

Here you go, Vic.