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A message on the elite school, Fred. Who will be hashtag three?

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

the face of the person who did this to you? His face was covered. There was a

girl. What do you want?

There's a threat to your life. Do not let that creepy psychopath out of your

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

Good night. You don't remember me, do you?

You know my brother, Inspector.

Don't let anything happen to him, Ray.

I, uh...

Loss

is ubiquitous and relentless.

But the things we want to lose, pain, insecurity, anxiety, hopelessness and

fatigue, they tend to stick around.

And desperation.

The feeling our options are closing.

That's what takes us to strange, dark places.

Er, hello?

Any movement on Gulliver?

Er, nothing yet.

I'm still outside his flat.

I've not moved all night.

Well, head over and we'll leave you soon, eh?

Right-o.

I'll see you when you get here.

Bye.

Listen, I work shifts. I need sleep.

I'd appreciate the heads up if you're going to have people over. And Leonora,

Leonora cannae be walking around like that. Neither can you.

You sound like mum.

Oh, it's still nothing to report.

He took some young guy in there last night and they still haven't come out.

You let him go back with someone?

He knew the boy.

Leave him out for dinner first.

They're probably banging away like a kludgy door in a gale.

Come on.

This doesn't look good.

He's gone.

What can I do?

Let me go and try and get the CCTV from the restaurant.

Just stay out of my way. You had one fucking job! One fucking job!

Ray, we're trying to get a trace on Gulliver's phone.

Where the fuck is Bob these days? Right, listen.

Listen, try and re-establish dialogue with this killer. Be careful what you

say and who you say it to. We now have a... High-profile hostage situation.

I honestly thought Gulliver knew the boy. You let the killer into Gulliver's

house. Gulliver used the place as a shag pad.

The boys are cabarets feast, so some of the dating apps he uses might be niche

and make them traceable. What makes you think he used dating apps?

Gulliver. And it's walls.

They make feasts, not cabarets. It's going to take us ages to get warrants

for these apps.

Fuck that pish. I'll make him own profile.

And you should all do the same.

Stark, Raven, Barr.

That'll work.

Sophie, Struthers, set up profiles and get on it.

Whoa. Jill, get a hold of the CCTV for the outside Gulliver's place. See if you

can find them leaving. Get the vehicles commons and goings for the flat

yesterday. We need to find out how the fuck this happened. You, come here.

Did you leave the stakeout at any point?

I stayed put there all night.

Nobody came.

And nobody went.

Did Gulliver say who this man was? How he knew him? Did not look like a sis.

He said he was a friend.

Describe him again.

He was young.

He had darkish hair.

It was pitch black.

He was wearing all black or dark blue. This is fucking useless.

You're fucking useless!

Fuck's sake!

Boss, where are you?

Uh, childcare imperative, Ray.

Daughter at dentist.

Emergency root canal.

So I've brought Bertie to the allotment.

Uh, it's, um, Gulliver's gone.

We're on it boss.

I enjoy making love to all sorts

of homo sapiens.

Oh, we ken you now, Mr. Tech Savvy.

Come on, let's go.

Do you know how many people around this building are looking for sex?

Look, I'm... I'm really sorry about...

Celeste won't answer my calls.

You need to fix this.

Today.

You'll go to where she always has her lunch break.

Tell her what happened.

Yeah, I can explain everything.

Yes, you will.

Yeah.

Are you applying for Bob's job?

I fucked up.

I dropped the ball when it came to a gulliver. I'm no chief super material.

Erskine fucked up. He's a joke, Ray.

There's something going on with him.

I bet money he fell asleep.

I've never seen the appeal of dating apps. They make things so...

transactional.

Aren't all relationships transactional?

If I knew it was that easy to get your hole this way, I'd have been on the

app's donks ago.

What's up with your puss?

You bollock him for Nutty Lennox and you... Oh, you fucker!

Go to the bar stand.

They asked to be here.

The app says so.

That's chief super class.

Not like they're amateurs.

the greedy devour themselves.

Whether by enticement or coercion, By the consistency and temperature of the

blood, he was brought here and killed around 7.30 a.m.

We were on the scene at 10.15.

Still popular on Grindr. Shut the fucking thing off!

Ah.

The warehouse hasn't been used in years. It's still owned by the Fourth Port

Authority.

There is a security guard who patrols the perimeter, but he didn't see

anything suspicious.

There's nothing inside the warehouse to steal, so there's no CCTV on this side,

but the Seafield road end, we will get vehicle and foot traffic pixels, so I'll

get Struthers and Jill on that.

Cause of death is most likely severe blood loss from the wound to the femoral

artery. I won't be surprised if we find traces of something in his blood, like

jewellery.

The theatricality of the killings.

Someone doesn't just want these men dead, he wants to humiliate and expose

them. Why?

Moira Gulliver only mentioned Porky, Willy and Richie.

What if this is it? What if he's going to disappear?

Be precise.

Factual. Like, take the emotion out of it. You're a cop, for fu-

Right, I'm just going to lay it all on the line.

I've never had sex with a woman before. I wanted to, but it passed me by. You

have to let me explain.

I only know a woman's body through online content. I had no experience of

sex whatsoever.

I mean, I was accordingly instructed on... Get away from me. Fuck off.

You really do need to hear this. Hello?

Is that the police?

I'm in the Stockbridge Cafe being harassed by a sex pervert.

Oh.

So you're Struthers.

Oh, my God.

Circulation of an aggravated call to Stockbridge Cafe.

Two females are reporting that a male, late 20s, with dark hair, is harassing

them. This isn't a corner.

Leave it for the uniform, Tony. No way. A wee redesign on a pervert's ribcage,

open plan style.

That'll put the smile back on your puss.

This is real Polish work.

I'm mad about this girl, and Jill was just teaching me.

It was a total one-off. She really was doing me a favour.

Right, what's going on here?

Oh, for fuck's sake, you.

You're the pervert. Yeah, he is. We're my girlfriends.

And we're me. I'm not a pervert.

I'm a virgin.

She only let me perform oral sex on her to get me some experience for this date

I'm going on.

Who did?

My girlfriend.

Who's that?

Right, let's get this pest out of here.

I want him charged.

Count on it.

Being charged is the least of his worries when we get him doing the sales.

I'll do the right thing.

I'll fall on my sword. I'll tend to my resignation as soon as I get back.

Struthers, my tech-savvy pal, get the fuck.

We're fucking real polis.

We'll buy the books, crashing up sookie wee bastards like Drummond.

Thanks, Tommy.

Norrie. You're welcome.

And you can rely on us to keep shtoom.

Mind who your real mates are, Savvy.

Thanks, boys.

Bye, Norrie.

Bye.

You don't have to do this.

Ray?

I'm sorry, Moira.

He was hard to like.

Thrived in making himself like that.

Took a perverse delight in it.

He was a complicated man.

It's the cult of the narcissist.

Infamy's better than fame.

It lasts longer.

I did love him.

I think I was the only one who did.

We failed him.

Failed men like Richie.

Our class with our abusing schools.

He was what we made him.

I'm sorry to have to ask you this, Moira, but is there anything else you

can tell us about your relationship with the jury and Pickett Wilkins' families?

Oh, God.

Oh, God, Ray, it was so long ago.

We don't ever really see them at Hogmanay parties.

And you can't think anything that might have happened, any reason that they

drifted apart?

They were arrogant, entitled, careless.

Yeah, I know that better than most,

but... Is there anything I can do?

Would you just hold me just for a moment?

I can smell a perfume on you.

What's up?

I don't know. I quite like to win.

If that bint had picked you up today, you'd be getting your jotters. I need a

fucking drink.

Do you fancy the night's dollars?

No, I can't. I'm going camping with Sophie.

I haven't even got a tent yet.

Good ones are expensive.

I don't fucking buy in your lodge.

I don't feel good about this.

What if there's a murder? You've got two tents, pal.

But the second is away getting repaired.

There's not going to be another murder this weekend.

We just had one.

Improbable stats.

Norrie?

Look, the only murder this weekend will be you.

Getting monstered in this tent by that hot wee sofa.

Come on.

What's going on with the CCTV and the photo fit?

Well, we're trying to piece together exactly what nor did our members.

What about that young woman that Piggott Wilkins mentioned?

Nothing. None of the agencies are talking.

She's vanished.

Keep chasing her. She's a key witness.

Aye.

Amanda, it's made contact.

Gulliver's blood may be on my hands, but whose blood is on the hands of you and

your friends, D.I. Lennox?

Blood on your hands?

What does he mean, Ray?

No, sure.

Apart from the anti-establishment posture and trying to bait us, it's the

classic vanity of the multiple killer. They have to try and show they're

somehow better than us.

Oh, we're out on the last of night. Put a fucking smile back on that moosey

coupon.

Not on me.

I'm not feeling it.

Pull yourself together.

It's not like you murdered Gulliver.

Booked us a scran at that poncy place down the road to line our stomachs.

Lennox's brother-in-law's gaff does a deal for polis.

You're always on about going there.

Okay.

Okay? Fucking unreal.

I'm getting you noshed, peeved.

and probably even the contents of that stagnant sack emptied into some Roger

Moore. So cheer the fuck up.

This is D.S. Erskine from Edinburgh Series Crime.

I'm looking to acquire some of your staff records.

I brought Jo in me. She's the family liaison officer.

Ray, you are merely compounding my blushes here.

Grief affects people in funny ways.

Please, don't be embarrassed. I'm not.

Oh, God, look, Ray, I am genuinely sorry for the misunderstanding.

The text really wasn't... We are, as you say, adults.

So please accept both my error and my apology.

Jackie? You?

You and Moira?

Lennox, you're so damn sexy. So you two are... Yes, we're lovers. What of it?

But you're always like guys. I never thought... You know.

I mean, you and Angus... Moira really excites me.

It's the first time I've ever had an affair of this kind.

You cheated on Angus before?

Cheated? Oh, for God's sake, don't be so bloody prudish, Ray.

You're not 20.

And I'm certain Angus has had a string of affairs himself.

Angus? We lost interest in each other sexually a decade ago.

With the Ox Gangs, for fuck's sake.

The council rent book was never a vaccination against lesbianism, Ray.

This isn't a book.

This is fucking bourgeois social climate.

Well, you choose your background, Ray.

I rejected mine.

And Angus is just not aspirational enough.

It was a mistake marrying potential.

My bad.

Don't look at me like that.

Moira told me about your text misunderstanding.

Aye, well.

Is that why you came back here?

To try to have sex with Moira?

I come back with a fucking family liaison officer. I thought she was

having a breakdown.

Glass houses, Jack.

What does that mean? I'm just pointing out that if you've got enough time on

your hands to be conducting an affair in the middle of the day, then maybe you've

got time to try sorting things out with your son.

How is Fraser?

Teenagers. You admire their certainties and then you want to kill the arrogant

little fuckers.

Exactly.

Listen.

I will tell Angus about Moira.

I don't want to hurt him.

Despite it all, he's a good man.

How'd you get her with that Ruth, Roman?

Took her out for some seafood at Fisher's in Leith.

Not any good.

Why? Seafood soup was decent.

Chowder.

The first date, ask her.

Here's the boy.

It's minging.

The Polish meal deal.

Ah.

Gentlemen of the local constabulary, welcome to my humble abode.

You may know my brother-in-law, Ray Serious Crime Lennox.

This time I do have an appointment.

I'm so sorry. It's been a long day. I've started eating.

When did you last eat?

Come and join me.

What do you think these killings are?

It's a personal grudge.

Vengeance, really?

I think so.

Dressed as social justice, it's arrogance, delusion, like... like

merging my nephew's unfounded teenage certainties with

hypocrisy.

How do you feel about that? I remember you saying you joined the police for

vengeance. What's the difference?

That's completely different.

I follow procedure.

I'm not breaking the law. I'm not killing people.

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

It's my job.

Your job is to solve crimes?

Why do you feel compelled to save and avenge?

It's not about me.

Hasn't always been about you, eh?

I was 10.

And I was terrified.

And the guy, the guy who had a hold of me, he, after they started on Les, he

either let go of me or I broke his grip and I just ran. I ran like fuck out of

that tunnel.

But I left Les. I left him.

And I went, I went home to tell my mum.

But she was oblivious. She was lost in her affair with Jock Allardyce. And then

I went upstairs.

I went upstairs to try and tell my sister, right, but she was getting ready

to go in a day.

So... I just... I went underneath the stair and I just...

sat there for hours in the dark, holding on to my cell.

And that's what made you the...

Police officer, you are?

I think so, aye.

Serious crime.

I mean, I looked for those three guys. I looked through them.

Like, through the... the Beast's register.

Every page of the Beast's register.

Punished Nathaniel.

Do you think if you found those men and punished them, you'd feel any better?

How could I know?

What would you do if you found them?

I'd fucking kill them all.

I'd rip them apart with my bare fucking hands.

How do you feel right now?

I feel... I feel like I'm falling into a dark hole.

Fuck you, Keith.

And your squeaky-voiced Holy Mary girlfriend.

And the fucking sex tape.

So, how was the meal?

Barry Scran likes.

That courgette, though.

I didn't like it that raw.

Norman, isn't it?

Well, Norman, I always respond best to critique whilst lubricated. Another

bottle, three glasses, please.

What the fuck do you want?

You're a police officer.

I'm reporting a theft.

Some scumbag broke into Cressida's place and stole her disabled sister's laptop.

It has all her learning materials on it.

That's... That's terrible.

And it's done.

I need one grand in cash.

The rest by bank transfer at 10 o'clock in the church.

God is our witness.

I've never told anyone.

that before.

Goodnight. And goodbye, I think.

This is the end of the line.

What do you mean?

Fucking god bother.

I can't take this.

Not sure this is the appropriate place to do this.

The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous.

Let's just get this done.

the crescent this is

It was a bloody good marriage.

She was always more ambitious than me.

But did I resent her success?

No.

I went part-time so I could support her.

So I could cook for her.

And Jesus Christ, what is it they want, Norrie?

Oh, I don't know.

What is life, Gus?

Where have you been?

Just popped into church.

Fired off a wee prayer.

We're talking about women.

Marriage. Mine was a car crash.

She was a fucking bam.

Didn't get the concept of polis working vice equals night work.

Thought I was riding everything else.

Well, were you?

Obviously.

That's not the point.

A relationship needs trust.

I've been married three times.

All great lasses.

You see, my Jackie, I put her up on a pedestal, but all I was doing was

placing her somewhere she could look down upon me.

I mean, she's from fucking Oxgangs.

Amanda.

I actually can't believe how quickly you packed this tent though.

I have loads of experience with tents.

I mean tents.

A boy goes into a Mediterranean... A boy goes into a

Mediterranean restaurant in Glasgow and he goes... And the boy behind the

counter goes... It's a restaurant!

You are a natural bar entertainer, Norrie. You must miss your days on the

stage. I do.

Life is about expression.

Without great art, what's the point? He played Baby Bear in Goldilocks and the

Three Bears five years in a row at the pavilion.

You're in a fucking bear costume. No, no, no, he's right. He's right.

My life in the chambers was meaningless, but creating an unbeatable dining

experience, well, that has brought me as close to integrity as I will ever know.

You should get back on the stage, Norrie. Life is too short.

We must seize the day.

Seize the day?

Seize the fucking day!

Right, I'm turning in.

I'll leave you two at the top.

Ponce, call in a reactor of shite.

Why, I'm not ready to admit defeat just yet, Norrie.

Eh, the night is but young.

It's bloody freezing now.

Do you

want to join me?

The investigation tent.

Who are you fucking looking at?

You looking at me?

Because I don't see no one else here.

Come in.

Yeah, you're okay. You sound better, but, um... What's happened?

Nothing.

Let's have a drink.

Cheer me up.

Not for me.

You can sit down, right?

Why have you got so many fucking cats?

We hate each other.

It's nice to have other living, breathing things around, you know?

Do you ever wonder what it's all for?

All the shit that we have to... process.

There's too much death sometimes.

Is that why you called?

Are you telling me why I called?

You're the department superstar.

Another fucking mistake.

That's what my life is. Life be fucking dull and over from them.

That's how we learn now.

See, law, a mistake.

The beast's on the other hand. It's that fucking hospitality trade you're talking

about, Gus. It's a different mindset in the police.

We don't know how to fuck up. Can he do it?

I gave in to margins.

Fucking years ago in this.

Fucked me ever since.

Had the chance to put it right the day, and they're shat at us. I threw the dice

in middle age. And back on a whole new vocation. Take it from me, take it from

me. Never write yourself off.

Oh, no, forget it. I'm going out swinging.

I'm going to the pubic triangle right now. Are you coming? No, no, no, no. One

more here and there, I'm in. Hey, maybe you should start a night as well,

Norrie. I'm done with it when it's done with me, champ.

Right, I'm done here.

Oh, right. Right, I'll see you later, then.

Hey, legend.

You behave yourself, right?

Any home for gold?

Here they are.

I like working with you, Ray.

There's something great about being around someone who won't compromise on

doing a job well.

I like working with you too.

You'd make a great chief super.

Oh, I'm not sure I'd see myself in that job.

But it's an important role.

We can make such a difference.

Fight for more resources to tackle serious crime. Our clean-up break could

be through the roof.

I don't think I'm the right person to fight for these things.

I'm hardly the department superstar.

Off for months following a breakdown back.

Minus a girlfriend.

A tragedy of the police.

Not everyone understands what this is like.

A job kills relationships.

That is such a cliche, right?

Desperate people, all of us these days, will get up to all sorts of nonsense to

be seen, to be heard, to be recognised.

We reach out looking for someone to fill the chasm inside of us.

It makes people do the strangest things.

Yeah.

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

I need to show you something.

Okay.

I'll just fire up my computer.

Yeah?

Yeah, I was watching the CCTV from the end of Gulliver Street.

There's no cameras directly outside the house, but...

You said he was there all night. What's he playing at?

That's not all.

I tracked his journey and... Norrie drove to the warehouse where Gulliver's

body was found.

Why would he go there of all places?

Why lie to us?

It's time we found out.

We need to bring Norrie Erskine in, eh?

We can call it lust or even love.

But it's always just need.