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My favourite writer is
John Grisham.

Taut, exciting and always
with a twist in the tale.

Boom!

Dynamite, big man.

That'll light up the Daily Saltire
website.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sir, I need to book you in for
the Check Your Privilege workshop.

Oh, you'll enjoy that, Chief.

Which of my particular privileges
am I checking?

Uh, all of them.

All of them? How many do I have?

HE MOUTHS SILENTLY

Oh a lot.

Well, it's important work.

We must all be aware of our inherent
biases and unconscious privileges.

When is it? Thursday week.
Ah, no, can't do it.

I'm keynote speaker at the
Malt Whisky Society AGM.

Me, Gavin Hastings and
Lord Mackay of Clashfern.

Careful, chief. You're straying
into privileged territory there.

The whole point of being
in a privileged position

is so that I can dodge things like
the Check Your Privilege workshop.

I'll tell them you've got, uh,
a SCOBRA meeting, sir.

I'll play the national security
trump card.

SCOBRA. Very good, Paul.

Daily Saltire, you say?

Yeah, Grisham's American.

We don't want the Nats picketing
the office. Let's go again.

My favourite writer is
Sir Walter Scott.

Taut, exciting and always
with a twist in the historical tale.

Hey, Paul!

Run a Google search on Walter Scott.

Make sure he wasn't a slave owner.

SIREN BLARES

HE BLOWS SHARPLY
Ah! Chief!

Ah, Lindsay! Eh, ah, if you have
a second,

I want to talk to you about the
Recruit of the Year.

Ah, yes. Looking forward to it.

I was Recruit of the Year.

You know, I can still remember
the Chief Commissioner's speech.

"Raise your truncheon high and go

"amongst them with purpose
and vigour."

Ha! Wonderful stuff.

Quite the image of gratuitous
brutality.

Yes, those were the...

..the terrible, inappropriate times.

In the rear view mirror now,
thankfully.

Yeah. Since The Recruit of the Year
is female, there's pressure

to have a female presenting
the award.

Pressure from who?

The tides of history.

It's been a patriarchy
for centuries, Chief.

Well, that's probably why
we're so good at it.

There's no substitute
for experience.

Recruitment among women is down,

and we need to do something
about it.

Well, who are you thinking of?
Lorraine Kelly?

Your deputy, Katriona.

Muldoon!

No, no. The rank and file
expect to see the main man.

I went to the theatre once
to see Sir Anthony Hopkins

and got his understudy - the boy
with the big nose from The Bill.

Audible groans of disappointment.

We wouldn't want that.

It would send a powerful message
to young women.

So would seeing me!

They'll think,
"One day I'll be that man."

If they see Katriona up there,

they'll just think,
"Ah, it's already been done."

Thanks for the feedback.

Survey after survey.
The facts don't lie.

The Scottish public still see
their police force overwhelmingly

as a boys' club.

Boys' club? No, no, no.

My priority is gender equality
and inclusion.

I'm glad to hear it, Chief.

You know, it is high time

that we considered a female
Chief of Police.

Oh! Ah!

Sorry, could you...? Apologies.

Maybe not HIGH time. IN time.

Sometime...many years down the road.

Relax, relax, Cameron.

I don't mean this minute.

We're future proofing.

I mean, you know, you could get hit
by a tram tomorrow...or cancelled.

Cancelled?! No, no.

Not me. You know, my cupboards
are skeleton-free zones.

I threw out the fake plastic breasts
a long time ago.

THEY LAUGH

So how about your deputy, Muldoon?

Could she step up?

Katriona? Yeah.

Well, in a hypothetical,
speculative,

very-unlikely-to-happen world.

She's a capable officer.

Strengths? Hardworking.

Brave.

Loyal.

Mm. Do you want to hear, uh,

do you want to hear her weaknesses?

I could list all her weaknesses
for you if you...if you'd like that?

Oh, no. You can always work on
weaknesses.

It's strengths that I'm
interested in.

Oh! Well, I mean, you know,
for the sake of future proofing,

I think we should maybe
list her weaknesses -

stubborn, volatile, zealous.

Yes, yes, if you're a woman.

But, huh, if you're a man,

oh, well, you know,
focused, passionate, ambitious.

That's our Katriona.

You know, a lot of men
in your position would feel

quite threatened, Cameron,
but not you.

Not me. No.

You embrace change and modernity.

You're a friend to women,
a friend to the New Scotland.

And the police force
has to be a forward facing,

progressive feminist force.

And that is why I am working
ceaselessly towards that goal.

And that's the kind of attitude
that ensures longevity.

You're an ally.

Right, come on, into battle.

Stableford.

No mulligans and cocks out if you
don't clear the ladies' tee.

Of course.

My favourite writer is Val McDermid.

Taut, exciting and always
with a twist in the tale

from a refreshingly progressive
female perspective.

Yes, that's more representative
of who I am.

I want the nation to see
the real me. Woke.

Yeah, I can't be seen as a dinosaur.

I'm a...I'm a leading light
in the wokerati.

You took the knee before the force's
shinty final.

Yeah, I was just tying my shoelace,
but it seemed to play well. Aye.

It's not every day you get retweeted
by both Spike Lee and Dougie Vipond.

Yeah, but still, I need to up my
woke quotient.

I'm thinking of throwing my weight
behind gender-neutral toilets.

Force wide. That's part of it.

But it's a world view, Chief.

Inclusion, progression, diversity.

Yeah...

You're right. Let's do another one.

My favourite writer
is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.

Taut, exciting and always
with a twist in the tale.

From a refreshingly progressive
female, diverse perspective.

Smashed it, Chief!

Paul, cancel the Malt Whisky Society
and sign me up for the

Check Your Privilege workshop.
Will do, sir.

Ah...

The sharks are circling, Paul.

I've got to play this one
very skilfully.

I have to support and promote women
all the way up to my door

and then slam it shut,
whilst appearing to leave it open.

It's a minefield!

CAMERON SIGHS

Shit happens.

Paul, what's the matter?

Oh, it's just... Mr Barker died.

Oh, Paul, Paul.

I'm sorry.

I tell you, grief is the price
we pay for love.

Who's Mr Barker?

Best dog that ever breathed.

Your dog?!

Oh, sorry, I thought you were
talking about some inspirational

teacher or a mentor like me,
but it was just your dog!

I mean, sorry, not JUST.

I'm not suggesting that
Mr Barker wasn't important...

..isn't important.

I wanted to give him the send-off
he deserves.

It's the Little Rascals
pet cemetery, but it's so spenny.

Oh...

..yes, that is expensive.

Still, look at that coffin.

It's got... Its handles
are little dog ears.

CAMERON CHUCKLES

It's... It's cute.

I guess I'll just have to scatter
his ashes in his favourite park.

It's what he would have wanted!

Now, come on, Paul, life goes on.

Not for Mr Barker, but for us.

And I think we owe it to Mr Barker

to make the most of what time
WE have left.

So why don't you pop down
to the canteen and fetch me

a square sausage roll with
an egg chaser?

Oh, sorry. Sorry, I shouldn't have
said "fetch".

Maybe that's a little bit
triggering.

Pop down to the canteen
and furnish me with a...

..festoon me a roll.

Good lad, Paul!

You wanted to see me, sir?

Ah, yes, Katriona.

Come in. Big news.

I would like you to take the
leading role in this year's

Recruit of the Year ceremony.

Thank you, sir.
Shake the recruit's hand.

Pass her the ceremonial truncheon.

The ceremonial truncheon -
feels like yesterday.

Of course, cos you were
Recruit of the Year.

I remember the Chief Commissioner's
speech.

"Raise it high, bang up the bams,
get them into the back of the van."

Proper policing.

You might have to keep your speech
on the right side of history,

though, you know, inclusive,
progressive.

Maybe mention mental health.
Ten minutes tops.

Sorry, sir, a speech?

Do you want me to host it?

You're my understudy.

The boy with the big nose
from The Bill.

A problem? Public speaking.

Not really my area of strength, sir.

I was a maid of honour
at my sister's wedding - I threw up.

Well, we've all had to nip to
the loo in moments of high stress.

Top table, into the champagne
bucket...during the speech.

Ah! I ruined the video and a couple
of the bridesmaids' dresses.

Didn't you have a
debating society at school?

Debating wasn't massive
at my school, sir.

What was? Glue.

Well, I have every confidence
in you, Katriona.

Get this right and it reflects
well on me.

Reflects well on you,
reflects well on us.

I won't let you down, sir.
I will pass that truncheon.

Chief. Ah.

I hear you can't do the
Check Your Privilege workshops.

SCOBRA. Ah, no, actually,

I have kicked SCOBRA into the
long grass

and I am prioritising that workshop.

Good. I'm impressed you managed
to make that happen.

Well, remember to complete the four
online modules before the workshop.

Oh, for fu... Four?!

Just the four? I was actually
expecting...hoping for more.

I'm happy to do more than four.

I'm happy to do five if you want.
HE CHUCKLES

Oh, Susan. Sorry. How are you?

Let me get that for you. That's OK.
I've got it fine, sir.

No, no, I'm keenly aware that,

you know, there's some
simple actions that many of us

take for granted can cause others
difficulties.

So, can I give you a push?

I've got it fine. Thank you, sir.
There you go.

Oh, and Katriona will host
the Recruit of the Year ceremony.

It's high time.

Let's inspire those young pups.
Brilliant.

Are you...? I don't know.
Yes. I got a tight hamstring.

I can't risk the stairs.
I'm not sure...

Oh, I really don't... Oh.

Sir, could you...?

Yes.

Ah. Now...

Oh, Paul.

It's helpful to work through
your grief.

Distraction can be good.

Yeah. You're right, sir.
I'll keep busy. Yeah.

That's the attitude.

And in that spirit,
could you do my, uh,

Check Your Privilege modules for me?

Thank you very much, Paul.

Ellen, I know we don't have a
formal tenancy contract,

but just take it as read

that anti-capitalist protests
from my balcony

are against the spirit
of our agreement.

Right. What do you want it to say?
"Stop free speech"?

Just bring it in now!

It's drying and I need it
for the protest...

No, no, don't tell me.
Don't tell me.

I support your right to protest.

But never tell me where
you're protesting.

I don't want to become an accessory,
or tip off the boys.

You haven't come across a ceremonial
truncheon anywhere, have you?

It's Recruit of the Year.

You've got so much junk!
Yeah, I know.

Oh, look at you and Mum. Ah.

I barely recognise you.
You look so...

Young. ..happy.

Yeah, well, that was before Mum
went a wee bit mental.

Mum's not mental.

And don't use that word,
it's ableist.

Sorry. Before she went a bit off

with that skinny wee radge
from Plockton.

You happy with "radge"?
It's not ableist.

No. OK. Cos Malky is a skinny
wee radge.

Oh, there she is!

Remember? You were so
heteronormative.

When you were seven, you loved
negatively impacting young girls'

self-esteem and body image,

fostering insecurities
and self-doubt.

You used to play that all day.

Hey, do you think if we can't find
the truncheon,

the recruit would be happy
with Bop It?

UPBEAT MUSIC

Bop it, nick it,

cuff it, kettle it...

I'm glad you're finally here.

You're the last employee of 23,000
to complete this course.

If you pass.
Oh, I feel good about it.

I feel good about myself.

I feel that I'm evolving.

Baby steps, Chief.

Oh, here we go.

Hello, everyone.
Most of you will know me.

You'll have seen me rolling around
the place.

THEY CHUCKLE

But if not, I'm Susan Forsyth,
and I'll be running

this Check Your Privilege workshop.

Susan, firstly, apologies for using
your loo the other day.

Feel free to use mine any time
you want.

Well, not mine. Yeah, ours.

Thank you, Chief.

So this workshop is an effort
to make people aware

of their inherent biases,
with respect,

the sort of thing the Chief
just said - yours and mine.

Members of a dominant group possess
privilege over those whose identity

marginalises them in comparison.

May I respond, um, Susan?

I'd just like to...

Well, I'd like to walk you through
my thinking.

Um, and that's...

There's a perfect example of the
sort of thing

that I want to talk about -
language.

You know, how many phrases
in the English language contain

the word "walk", you know?

And what must it be like for Susan

to constantly be hearing
those phrases?

You know, "walk of life", "walk away
with", "walk a tightrope".

Um, well, there's nothing...nothing

we can do about that one, really,
is there?

You can't exactly
wheel a tightrope, can you?

It'd be some trick if you could,
though, huh?

A top act in the circus.

"Walk all over", that's another one.

Although, you see, "walk all over",

that's a negative thing,
that's a bad thing.

So maybe we keep "walk all over",

but we try and develop
"wheel all over" as a positive.

Wheelie bin! You know,
why should...why should rubbish

be associated with wheelie.

It should be walkie bin, huh?

Walkie bin. Because, after all,

you are...you are walking
whilst you're wheeling it.

Well, I mean not you, Susan,
but you get my thrust.

Sorry. Maybe I shouldn't say
"thrust", you know,

there might be...there might be

somebody impotent here because
not all disabilities,

you know, are visible, um...

You know, just food for thought.

Thank you for all attending
today's workshop.

We got there. I trust it's been
enlightening for you all.

Absolutely. You kept us on our toes.

Thank you, Susan.

To finish off, we'll just read out
everyone's own personal burdens,

all anonymous, and then
we can say goodbye to them.

Anxiety.

CAMERON MOUTHS SILENTLY

Anger.

Bad body image.

Low self esteem.

Fear of over perfection.

Mistrust.

Envy.

Actually, can we cut to the chase?

Um, did I pass?

She can't be that bad, surely?

She can't talk, she can't breathe!

Parts of her start randomly shaking.

If you want to pull her,
I'd be happy to step in her role.

I can't replace a woman with a man.

Not with us getting all this heat
for being a boys' club.

No, no, we need those female optics.

I'll provide optics.
Different optics.

Yeah. Tremendous optics.

No-one's doubting your optics,
Rohan, but the optics currently

required by the tide of history
are provided by Katriona.

I can be a lot of things,
but I just can't be a woman.

Oh, there are certain advantageous
disadvantages

that you and I can never have.

Now, I need you to back Katriona,
Rohan.

Go full feminist?
Full double feminist.

Just relax, all right?

We're here to help.

Hello! Sorry. What's that?
What's what?

Your face. I'm smiling.

Oh, right. Yes, good idea.
Keep that.

I'll do the walk-on.

Yes. That will relax you.
Do the walk-on.

Oh, why are you walking like that?

It's cos you're looking at me!

Stop judging me. We've all done our
SYFO module.

SYFO module, remind me?

Support Your Fellow Officer.
Yes, that. Of course.

That's what we're doing,
we're SYFO-ing you!

I was Recruit of the Year. Yeah.
And one of the best we've ever had.

I had to work harder than any bloke
to get that recognition.

Blood and sweat, tears and snotters
got me where I am now.

And I've still got you telling me
what to do. Well, we'll just...

I have to be ten times better
than you lot.

Just because I didn't play rugby
with Jonty

or Spunky Biscuit with the boys
in the dorm.

So we will work on this later,

because I've got actual police work
I need to be getting on with.

DOOR CLOSES
I didn't go to school with a Jonty.

I had six in my class.

Oh, giraffe's arse!

SHE SIGHS
High and stinky.

Oh. I've asked Katriona to host
the Recruit of the Year ceremony.

Oh, happy for her to steal
your limelight?

Share, Una. Share.

Yeah, I'm confident she'll give
a memorable performance.

Oh, and I get to ride in the limo
and sook on your guava water.

Be my guest. Well, I'm in.

Right, Cammie, come on.

May as well save time
and get your cock out now.

Happy to do that.

Happy to.
As long as you get yours out.

Ah, you're unpacking.

Ah, I...

I was policing a festival.

A reveller put them on me.

It was good for morale.

It's not the '90s any more, Dad.

Look, big Aileen from forensics
wore a prosthetic penis,

so the sexism went both ways.

Don't use the word big.

All of this, get it gone.

I'm sorry. I'm a work in progress,
but I am an ally.

Anyways, I found your
ceremonial phallic symbol.

Ah, there it is!

Set about them with purpose
and vigour and disgust.

Mental health and other relevant
issues of the day with them.

What's this photo?

Ah, that's the Christmas
fancy dress party.

Must be about 1984.

Me and the boys, and my former boss,
Alec.

Or should I say Margaret Thatcher,
Madonna, Fu Manchu, Michael Jackson?

And I am Jimi Hendrix!

Who's that supposed to be?

The silver haired guy in the
gold tracksuit with a cigar.

I have absolutely no idea
who that is.

I've never seen him before in my...

Oh, look, there's, uh,
there's big Aileen.

Oh, sorry. Atypical body-sized
Aileen.

She's a Kray twin, I think.

Sexism, racism,
cultural appropriation,

glorification of violence,
transphobia all in one photo.

We know that now, but that was just
every other Wednesday in the 1980s.

Ellen, it was a party.

Yeah, I thought I'd make it

into a climate activist for you.

I thought you'd like it.

I do actually.

She can come with us when we go...
Don't tell me!

Ah. Thank you, Paul.

Oh, now, Paul. You really did a
tremendous job completing my

Check Your Privilege modules.

And, well, as a token of my
appreciation, I would like to

make a contribution towards
Mr Barker's funeral.

Really?

Oh, I'm made up, sir.

No, no, no, no worries.

You know, because without you,
I would definitely have failed.

Lyndsay, hello! Come in.
How are you?

Chief, we have the results from your
Check Your Privilege module.

Ah, yes. Well, I do feel that I have
grown, you know,

as a...as a person by, uh,
by participating.

I particularly enjoyed the part
where you identified the

"causal link between affinity
and attribution bias."

Yes, yes. Well, I do feel
of all the biases, you know,

that those are the two that do,
well, they tend to be overlooked.

And the list of insulting words
you flagged up to avoid -

"simp, negaton, sife,
dickweed and doggy knobber.

Terrible. Terrible.

Steer clear.

Almost the vocabulary of...

..a younger person.

Well, my daughter does tend
to keep me up to speed with,

you know, what's fire and
what's butters.

Oh, brilliant.

I'm sure you value ALL input.

I do. I do.

See you, Paul.

This is my dream funeral.

Whoa! Now, I said a contribution.
Contribute.

Uh, no, I know, sir. Like...like
I contributed to your modules.

I mean, it's not a huge coffin
for the money, though, is it?

That's for the headstone too.

Then it's extra for the carving.
£10 a letter.

Oh, right. And, uh, what were you
thinking?

In life I loved you dearly,
in death I love you still.

Well, that's beautiful.

In my heart you hold a place
no-one could ever fill.

And then his dates and his name,
Mr Barkington Barker.

That's a bit formal, isn't it, Paul?

What about, "Mr B, RIP"?

No. No, no, no, I don't think
he'd like that.

Ooh, would you be happy to say
a few words at the funeral?

It would, um, it would mean the
world to me.

Well, of course, Paul.

I'll give you a brief.

Some bullet points about his life.

I can send you a copy
of his family tree.

Maybe start with the anecdote
about the time that he, uh,

he went to Inverleith Park
with his cousin...

Thank you, Paul. ..Miss Barker.

I just wanted to wish you luck.

And I'd like to apologise
for my outburst, sir.

No need for that.
No, no, I was out of order.

And when I referenced a particular
public school pastime,

I wasn't inferring that you actually
ate a spunky biscuit. No.

Apology accepted.

Case closed.

You know, Katriona, I don't think
I've ever fully appreciated

how difficult it's been for you.

What a challenge it still is.

And, well, maybe that is my
privilege speaking.

Anyway, how are you getting on
with your speech?

It's still pish.

I'm still pish.

Well, we all have different
strengths.

I'm a born leader.

You're police and you can make
a speech.

Not in front of top brass, insignia,
the justice minister.

I'm just a wee lassie from
Gartcrumnock.

WERE a wee lassie from
Gartcrumnock.

Now you're the
Deputy Chief Commissioner

of a progressive, forward-facing
modern feminist police force.

Look, just imagine it's a cold,
wet, dark Monday evening

and you're firing up the troops

to raid that drug farm in
Possilpark.

Me and the rest of the sisterhood,
we're rooting for you.

Now, you go get 'em!

Do it for the truncheon.

I'm no quitter.

Thank you, sir.

SYFO. SYFO.

Thank you, Paul. Excellent polish.

Oh, and here is the invoice
for Mr Barker's funeral.

Are you absolutely set on the choir?

Yeah.
CAMERON SIGHS

I'm looking forward
to your speech, Katriona.

So am I, Minister.

Your boss here speaks very highly
of you.

Yes, I do. I do.

I've never done bigging her up.
THEY CHUCKLE

What was it again?

Hard-working, loyal, brave.

That's my deputy. Kimberly,
could you step on it, please?

We don't want to delay this

young recruit's thrill any longer
than we have to.

CROWD CHANT INDISTINCTLY

Rohan, we've got caught up
in the climate change protest.

Can you step in and do the speech?

Right, give me that.

I'll go among them with purpose
and vigour.

Clear the roads! Clear!

Good luck!

CROWD BOOS

CAMERON MOUTHS SILENTLY

Uh, isn't that your daughter?

Where? There.

No, I don't think so.

It is.

Oh, right. Yes. That is my daughter.

Why didn't you tell me, Ellen?!

Well, not exactly what we had
in mind for our VIP guest,

but she did get to see your
forward-facing, progressive...

Old-fashioned, get them in the back
of the van police work, sir.

Well, you certainly set about them
with purpose and vigour.

17 arrests!

And a letter of thanks from the
chief executive of the oil company.

Nice boy.

Actually, I'm seeing him tonight
at the Malt Whisky Society.

I'd invite you along, Katriona,
but, well, it's men only.

Thank you, sir.
And sorry about the, uh...

Oh, don't you worry about that.

We'll have that glued back together.

Now, Katriona, I know how much
you wanted to make that speech,

how much it meant to you.

So I would like you to deputise
for me again

at the very first available
opportunity.

Thank you, sir.

DISTANT BAGPIPES PLAY

Mr Barker was more than a dog.

He was a friend, a companion,

a rock in a weary land.

PAUL WHIMPERS

like a woman like me

like a woman like me

like a woman like me

la-la-la like a woman like me

la-la-la like a woman like me

la-la-la woman like me