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Carving on his chest reads a strange case number two. This killer is using

Jury's death to make a statement. My father bled compassion, Inspector. Have

some respect.

And yet he was brutally murdered and displayed. You don't think Gail

Attackpigot will consume you? The rhetoric's mixed up, but not dangerous.

Hey, old 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.

He's a void.

Some things grow within you and never leave.

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

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's inappropriate.

I could go.

What's brought you here?

I... 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 is on the table.

I detest you more than you could ever know.

That's heat fucking.

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

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

Massively overdose on the most toxic poison imaginable.

We're working on it.

You fucking 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 meat-headed bully, and she always takes his side.

And he fucking smells.

His feet, his socks, they're vile.

I want to stay here.

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

Thanks, Uncle Ray. I'm gonna have to tell your mum you're here, eh? Aye.

Aye.

Ray!

You OK?

Erm...

Pathologist confirmed the second girl was Ellie McIntyre. She's not

historically associated with the Confectioner case.

Right. I know what I asked.

Are you okay?

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

You know, instant recall.

You found two more girls, Ray.

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

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 going to 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.

Okay. 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.

Chris said I didn't erase hers.

Gets off on it, does she?

No.

She's a religious girl. 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.

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.

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. It's serious crime.

You know it, I know it.

You're the man to do it, tell me.

Better communication between serious crime and vice.

Task forces with other constabularies. Autonomy for units instead of checking

in with control every five minutes.

Tech-savvy sorts like youse.

It's a shame Doogie cannae be with us.

What the fuck are you trying to say? Just spit it out.

It's a shame Doogie cannae be.

with us.

Why do you need to make that sort of comment every time I walk in a fucking

room?

I wasn't aware I did.

I think that might be your conscience talking.

Fuck you, Stark!

You are worse than Gilman!

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 yous.

is releasing information about the confectioner case. And when I find out

who, I will not fucking miss you.

What have you all got?

Ray, I... 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

my... Homicides.

Not to 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 Dr. Durie. Find out what you can for

the community.

Community? Listen, this repeating the last word people say is getting fucking

tiring. Oh, my God, the killer's online again. He's hacked a load of Edinburgh

businesses on socials. Ray,

you'll need 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?

Jill, I need your help.

Yeah, of course.

What is it?

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.

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 he was using it to

blackmail me.

You fucking shite.

He can't get away with sex shaming you.

Sex tapes are always weaponised against women. I'm not shamed.

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 have fucked the promotion opportunity.

I shouldn't have given him this much power.

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

But you 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.

What's their point in this? I know the religious nonsense.

I know the pish, mate. When you're deed, you're deed, eh?

Told you that Lennox was cracked in the heed.

Accusing one of us of leaking information.

This jury voluntarily hung her in for 50 years.

Thanks to their own.

Deserved to get fucked up for that.

Dingle. Had to geed one of my boss to get out of here.

What they had?

Update. Someone has just left a review of the type of blade that was allegedly

used to kill Dury. 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 the elite school thread.

Who will be hashtag three?

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

I'm 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 Judy's receptionist.

So he was a good man, aye?

Yes,

he was.

The very best of men.

And yet he ended up swinging from a lamppost.

You were with him for a while.

Anything between you two?

What are you inferring? Nay, rumpy-pumpy.

Come on, don't go off, Prissy.

We're cops.

We have to investigate relationships.

He was not that kind of man.

Was he coping 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.

Peggy Wilkins is as connected as it gets.

So was his father.

He died ten years ago.

Recorded as a suicide, but found with substances in his system.

Don't you think it's a bit irregular that the report doesn't list the

substances?

Cat's out of the bag now.

Threat to public safety.

Use this. Amanda?

Where are we going? Can't just sit around waiting for them to kill someone

else, can we?

And then he got the MBE.

There was a bit of a kerfuffle around that.

Why? Someone vandalised the surgery. Something to do with malpractice.

The family threatened him. The doctor said they'd ruin him.

They were harmed.

I came in to find excrement dogged 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 have thought he was a fake?

We need a name.

You've had more than enough.

You should have spoken to me first about the leak.

Confectioner? You're right.

Everything alright?

Nothing I can't handle.

You sure this is a good idea?

No.

Come on.

I thought he lived alone.

Trudy must have left him.

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 the 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, D.I.

Drummond, is that we have this in hand.

And you and D.I. 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?

Before my time.

Yeah, you prefer to protect the present Piggott Wilkins. Why is he so important?

You wouldn't want to 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 going to 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 Act.

Thanks. Thanks.

D.I. Lennox.

D.I. Drummond.

Must have been frustrating.

The great love you had for him.

By his own only ever going to this place.

He was devoted to the community.

He didn't look at you the way a man should look at beautiful women.

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.

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 attackers 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? A girl.

Like the others you entertained here.

Like Gail.

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?

Let's establish where nonsense has wasted our fucking time. Pickett-Wilkins

protection is irrelevant.

We've been trying to unravel levels of bureaucracy.

We could have 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, he was always trying to prove himself.

Harmless, really.

But then, you know my brother, Inspector?

I was talking to a third victim.

Don't let anything happen to him, Ray.

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 D.I. 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.

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 going to do is I'm going to come to you when I'm finished.

And do you know what's going to happen?

What?

I'm going to 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

involved with Piggott Wilkins and Dury.

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 Leonard. You're

not fucking 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 fucking fascist

Thank

you,

thank you When I first entered politics, they asked me why why

would any sensible person delved 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.

So here they are, the real Nazi rent-a-mob with their attacks in free

speech. 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.

You know, this country once had fight, 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 colored cousins my

paddy pals my squeamish yellow belly chums we do what the

Thank you, Rey.

The bloke had murder in his eyes. It appears that your vigilance was not

unwarranted after all.

Thank you, officer.

I didn't get your name.

Let me go, young man.

It looks like you have the culprits, so kindly move 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 one.

This is who we are.

We're heading back. You stay with Oliver.

Shouldn't we just leave a couple of uniforms? Do not let that creepy

psychopath out of your sight.

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 hooter who'll do anything to 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.

Well, I'm dealing with it all right.

You can rest assured.

You don't agree with Ritchie Gulliver's politics, do you? I agree with the views

of a Nazi.

Only a fucking idiot or a bigot would.

So what was the plan?

You were going to kill him?

The knife wasn't for decoration.

Sophie's asked me to go camping with her.

Looking forward to it.

Oh, yes.

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 never had my whole... ..in love to a girl before.

You're 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 is never around.

You've got experience, like, with women.

I'm in a bit of a niche market.

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

Fuck's sake, shut up, Struthers!

What about Piggott Wilkins and Dury?

And who the fuck are they?

Hashtag one and two.

I've never seen them before in my life.

So Gulliver is the 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 okay 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.

A godsend for those who want to try and dampen down class politics.

If I had more time, there are other targets on my list.

I think it's fairly obvious he's not a 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 who's been fucking me up with all this emotional shit. I

just want to do my job.

Shall I book him for the knife?

Aye. Give him a fucking medal.

Ray, your sister's back again.

This time she's got your mum with her.

You don't have work to go to. I can't even you've known. 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 going to sort this out? There's nothing

to sort out. Can you not understand?

I don't want to talk to you.

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

Go!

We'd like to ask you a question, Mr Gulliver. One moment, please.

Are you a racist, Mr Gulliver?

Any updates, officer?

No, nothing yet.

Sir?

Stand back, please.

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.

I 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 going to make any difference.

Sophie likes you for your big brain.

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 is okay.

Oh, you are such a fucking insufferable prude.

Keith told me you left the church.

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

Fuck's sake.

You really levelled down when you left me.

This is solving nothing.

Chris, we need to talk.

Congratulations.

Quite a day for you.

I hear you caught your killer.

Ah, it was a crank with a knife. There's no other killer.

Can't place for a 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.

Laurel'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 want to kill him.

Are you sure about this?

Fuck's sake.

I am doing you a favour here.

Don't make me change my mind.

I'm delighted to say that I have a genuine Edinburgh serious crime cop

joining us on All For Court.

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've 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.

Okay, so I want you to touch here, up here.

Go on.

If I was to describe myself in any way it would be, as I died in the womb,

unreconstructed feminist.

What the actual fuck?

Yes?

Less talking, less talking.

Jill?

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

I really missed you.

I can't explain.

Sorry, I can't explain.

I can't explain. She was just helping me. Shut up.

For fuck's sake.

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.

Good night.

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... Ah, ah, ah!

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

So one more time.

Good night, defective Sergeant.

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 indirect.

You're a good listener.

I like good listeners.