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I'm sorry, Moira. Why do you feel it's your responsibility to avenge? I was

dead. I was raped.

I see a nasty, spiteful wee whore who'll do anything to get to where she wants to

be. The theatricality of the killings. Someone doesn't 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 Norries...

Who he says he is. He drove to the warehouse where Gulliver's body was

found. Why would he go there?

It's time we found out.

We need to bring Nori Eskin in, eh?

You tethered 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, I'm... I'm sorry.

I expected more from a senior professional.

Well, I... I'm joking.

You were very good.

Lighten up, Ray.

Nor are 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?

It's mine, 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 with a fucking crime scene tent?

There's been a...

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 bones 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.

I'm sick.

And then, of course, there's this.

How can we not give the man a bit of dignity, eh?

Carried out post-mortem.

How can we not give him a fucking ten?! Fuck.

Eh?!

He was lying as a boss.

Gulliver. Jewry.

Piggott Wilkins.

A working-class Ouija like Erskine?

Disney fit.

We cannae lied about his whereabouts on the night of Richard Gulliver's death.

CCTV proves he abandoned his post. He drove to the warehouse where Gulliver

was later murdered. Why?

Erskine's eyelids were removed with surgical scissors.

What do they 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 glove box 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.

Jill, split the team up. Look into Erskine. Phone, flat, bank card,

everything.

A wee heads up. Right.

It's, uh... 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 DA Drummond.

Wait, Ray's partner?

Mm-hmm.

Well, no wonder he's kept you a secret.

You're married to D.I. Lennox's sister?

22 years.

But you didn't know D.S. Erskine?

I only met him last night with Tommy Stark.

My restaurant, Gastronomic, is close by here.

I'm always on a rate to come by, but these were the first serious crime

officers to use it.

Traffic's another matter.

Some of my best customers... I'm going to 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 had a few pubs.

Bannermans, Whistlebinkies.

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

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.

They were both a bit depressed last night.

He spoke about art and love.

I don't know when it happened, but at some point, Jackie just stopped loving

me.

I know she's sleeping with someone, Ray.

I've known her for some time.

Uh, it's none of my business.

Never had affairs.

Jackie thinks I have, but no way.

I might have 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. Aye, well, you have to deal with it.

He's my nephew, I love him, but I want him out of my flat.

Good night.

So, Ray's brother-in-law confirmed you left them after Cece blooms?

Maybe they went to church after.

Said a wee prayer.

What? The church, the pub.

We're fooling Muppets for wank school.

You pays your money, you takes your choice.

Jill's getting a CCTV from CC Bloom's.

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

Aye, comes in here a lot.

Sometimes with other men, I think cops, but we'll see alone.

Was he here last night?

Might have been.

He had a quiet relationship with some of the girls, like massages.

Seemed an observer of wire.

Did they find him creepy?

Lindy?

Uncle Norrie?

Soap dodger?

No. He liked to watch you have sex with your boyfriend.

They caught you on his phone?

No. No tapes.

Never did nothing like touch me or Alistair. Just watched and wanked.

How did Alistair feel about this?

Alistair's an accountancy student at Heriot-Watt. They were... Cash

transactions.

He wanted me to declare that my revenue is expenses, but... He never did.

No. That was doing to me.

I'll say I was advised these days, but... Am I going to get any bother?

No 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 going to need your CCTV from last night. Of course.

Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs Manderson.

What's this?

I heard you're 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 is quite a collector 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 them to Gulliver Jury 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 can't be.

This sick bastard fucks. Fuck's sake.

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

That is the mind of a paedophile.

Well.

Fucking Erskine.

A shorelight.

Is this what links all four men?

Gulliver was sexually deviant, but we never found anything like this. They

flung away the fucking key for this stuff.

He is dead to me now.

Jesus fuck.

Your eyes are bigger than your stomach, Erskine, and considerably shorter.

Man of dark secrets.

Your colleagues will be interested to know the real you.

Someone was taunting Erskine over his porn collection.

Erskine was a haunted man in his last days. These postcards aren't just about

the porn.

Someone's got something over him.

Bingo.

Should old 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.

Okay. When was the last time?

With 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.

Okay, um... Okay.

Yes.

This... seems to be the last time.

The Adri House Hotel.

They've got a stuffy place out in the country.

30 years ago, you sure?

Well, I've nothing later.

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.

Fucking embarrassing when we were kids in Oxcant.

Like she was prepping for the law chamber in the new town right for 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 of the lies on the night of Gulliver's death. He went to

the warehouse to confront the killer.

Didn't exactly fucking 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.

But 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 Adderley House Hotel.

Can someone get on that now?

Yeah.

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. And as 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's 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 fucking 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 going to believe this, Ray, because I

fucking don't. I called the Adri House Hotel. I got the records from December

1992.

But we've already got them.

Nori Erskine requested them yesterday.

One of our own.

Media will paste us.

What have I done to deserve this?

Oh.

These interviews tomorrow.

For the chief's super job.

Do we need to postpone them?

No.

No. Go ahead.

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

This...

message on Norrie's chest and then there were none. 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 fucking 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.

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

Pickett Wilkins.

Let's go.

It's about an incident that might have occurred to you 30 years ago.

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 is 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'll find her downstairs in Jurassic Park, as we

call the kitchen.

That busy legal life.

Oh, God!

Oh, Steve!

Moira? What the fuck?

Angus.

What the fuck?

You can't just burst in.

What's all this?

You don't live here anymore.

This is tarama salar made from scratch.

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

Please respect that.

Respect?

In 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.

Oh!

Norrie Erskine.

The panto guy.

Christ, I mind him all right, do I know.

Couldn't he keep his hands to himself?

Anything specific?

Well, my tits and ears for one.

That's how it was in the days.

How did that make you feel?

To be honest, it never bothered me.

Five brothers, but, eh, what are I for a duck's back?

An agate as good as a goat.

But some people might have found it offensive.

Oh, aye. There was some pair of lassies at goatee.

Can you tell us more about that?

Hospitality back then was about tits and teeth.

If you weren't comfortable with that, you wouldn't last long.

So we'd have fair turnover.

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

I'm minding this waitress.

She won't be here long.

A student.

On Christmas cover.

But she accused a group of guests as 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?

Well, it came to her face.

Something terrible had happened.

Oh, I believed her all right.

What was her name?

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 out 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.

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, well, you'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 had to be a disaster.

We've got two great kids.

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 he's just a wee boy.

And he needs us.

They're both... They're lost, Jack.

Let's get Joel Cross referencing the staff records looking for any girl

matching that description work back then. We ask him, we also need the guest

records too if they go back that far.

So, Maslow is a vengeance and abused woman. Sister, wife, mother.

And as you said, the social vengeance stuff just doesn't fit.

Yeah.

He's toying with us.

Sexual assault claim makes sense of the MO, but, but, the killer is a man. What

does that mean? What does that mean?

The display of the bodies suggests he believes they're sexual predators,

hiding in plain sight.

You've come a long way, Inspector Brummond.

All thanks to you, Ray.

Last night, it was... It's complicated.

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

I let us both down.

I know... I know that I crossed a line.

You're a difficult man, Ray Lennox.

You, uh...

Can you drive me somewhere? I need to go and see someone.

I just wanted to apologize for the kiss.

I was upset. I just didn't think he'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.

Um... 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 only 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.

Those moments have been more frozen.

Is it fear or weakness?

I resisted.

I resisted. There were men.

There was freedom.

They got less.

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 we feel when they walk free.

What then?

We take into our 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, right?

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.

that divides women.

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

Yes, I'm going to 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.

What?

Pay attention to yourself.

If your brother sins against you, rebuke him.

And if he repents, forgive him.

Confession.

That's your repentance.

What a fucking 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. But my girlfriend shouldn't be forced to view such filth.

She can't take it.

What sort of filth are you talking about?

It was porn.

Sending that stuff without the consent of both parties was a criminal offence.

Keep fucking talking.

Look at Amanda.

She manipulated him.

It was the devil's work.

Made him do things with her.

I went into therapy to recover.

Look, please.

We can give her money back.

Let me see that fucking tape.

I'm trying to help you.

The sisterhood.

Us working together to expose the likes of Tommy Stark.

Oh, 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 No, 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 fucking mess.

Give me that.

The blackmail was your idea. You wanted to bring that fucking Jezebel down as

much as I did. Shut it!

Peries! No.

Forgiveness.

That's the very essence of the Christian faith, is it not?

What was it the Bible says?

As Christians, it is your duty to forgive.

Aye?

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

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 who are drumming in the police?

Huh?

everything you've got on hard.

New.

Still fighting the good fight.

Life is shit with alcohol in the mix, but no, I was 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?

Just a black or grey, please.

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

patterns 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 life belt 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 her eyes, you know.

Just for a beautiful split second.

And all their stupid vanity stares them in the face and laughs right back at

them.

In exactly the same way they laugh to others.

Where do you think these delusions come from?

These ideas of grandeur?

I saw you with Lennox last night.

Ray Lennox is a client?

That's all?

The person who protects the monster, who undermines what you're trying to build,

they become the monster themselves.

That person must be stopped.

I tidied up, Uncle Ray.

Open. It's better now.

The match is on telly. Should we watch it together?

You should go home.

Thanks for tidying up.

But, Uncle Ray, what is it? I just need more in space.

Are you sure you're okay?

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

Just get the fuck, you self-indulgent little fucking clown.

Fuck off!

Fuck off!

Fraser.

What the

fuck

do you want?

A wee word about tomorrow's interviews.

Don't bother turning up.

I know a man like you, Stark.

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, judgey.

You're no slouch in that department yourself.

Vice.

Where the fuck do I begin?

Where the fuck did you get that?

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.

My fucking family.

They're all as bad as each other, Armando.

Here you go, Vic.