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Erskine's eyelids were removed.

What did he see?

He was housing a large collection of illegal porn. Should old acquaintance...

be forgot nori erskine worked at adri house hotel he was there at the same

time as richie gulliver william jury and christopher pickett wilkins student in

christmas cover she accused a group of guests as sexually assaulting them

erskine was following someone his name is victor maslow but i've seen him i saw

you with lennox last night and that person must be stopped if we have two

-tiered police and democracies democracy is not our concern i was raped i was

dead and i was terrified There's nothing wrong with being honest, son.

I'm not your son, joke.

These interviews tomorrow.

At least pretend to give a shit about this. Armando?

There you go, Vic.

40 years I spent cleaning offices down at the Barnes.

Backbreaking work.

But we were a family.

Me and the other lasses.

Took a pride in what we did.

Okay.

And now Jock Allardyce will share some memories with us.

I was at sea on the merchant fleet.

Then I ended up in the railways.

An honest living.

But I wasn't honest.

I cheated on my wife and my best pal for 30 years.

Sneaking behind their backs.

All for a glance.

A touch of the hand.

Afternoon delight with my best pal's wife.

I'm not proud.

Worried what it would do to your eldest boy.

He was sensitive, she said.

I resented him for that.

So I did a terrible thing.

We're together now.

But it's too late.

Her boy paid the price for my actions.

I owe them the truth.

Sometimes there are days that live forever.

Days that shape and define you indelibly.

when everything you've built crashes to the ground.

Looks like Lennox never showed.

Good for me.

Two horse race.

Stallion Starkers against the filly.

You are a pathetic, puerile little man.

Do you really believe your promotion material?

Aye, filly fucking nonsense.

Mind I know all about your bullshit, sister.

Ah, for fuck's sake.

Sometimes, if you're being honest with yourself, your biggest inspirations in

life are not the virtuous mentors, but the utter fucked-up self-serving

arseholes.

For these are the pricks you kicketh against.

Detective Inspector Lennox.

Obvious opening question.

What makes you want this job?

When the whole gig is heading for the rocks.

There is a perverse pleasure in steering towards them at high speed.

It's the only empowerment we have left.

Well.

Victor Maslow, born 10th June 1995.

Grew up in an attended school in Muirhouse. Worked for a period of time

cutting grass for the council's recreation department ten years ago.

Now, he lost that job after an accident that caused severe nerve damage to his

left arm, for which he was hospitalised.

No mention of where and when the accident took place.

No arrest record to speak of.

Maslow is dangerous and he could kill again.

Step it up.

Rise, rebel.

Rise.

What the fuck is this?

Armando's parents bought him it.

Think it's cool.

It was his 18th.

He's wanted one, like, forever.

Why do you think it's cool?

It's just...

Really inspirational.

But what does it mean to you?

It's, uh... sticking it to the man.

People refusing to take any shit, right?

We've become so disengaged these days.

Is Armando still in bed?

Has he got in for breakfast?

Oui. are agents of the state. But what is that state? Is it there to feed

people, to clothe them, to provide them with homes, financial and employment

opportunities?

No. The state used to do these things. This was a post-war settlement. Our

modern democracy was founded on that balance between people and money. But

now politicians are entertaining us with media to distract us while they build

fiefdoms and palaces for a smaller and smaller elite, looting the taxpayers'

purse at will. And this is a society that you want me to police?

My partner was murdered.

Yes, he had problems, but how did we get there?

Eh?

Under my watch, that won't happen.

I can make a difference.

Get our clean-up rights the highest in Britain.

Modernise the force.

We have to be the best of ourselves.

We call ourselves the police service, but who do we serve? What is the law?

Who does the law that we enforce benefit?

We're there to protect the property and the bourgeoisie. The desk bound, I mean,

what do they actually do?

Shuffle papers and get in the road.

A street police presence reassures the public.

We don't want police officers charging around the streets.

We have cameras everywhere.

We need cops who are tech savvy and can crunch data.

who don't bring emotions into police work.

Sometimes here at Serious Crime, we get to pursue the real bad bastards, the

pedos, the rapists, the abusers who prey on those weakers, and all of a sudden,

our work has a real moral calling.

I've learned so much from D.I. Lennox.

But can you really police if you don't sort out your emotional life?

Leave that stuff at home.

Don't let it get in the way.

Be professional.

They used to call me Iron Man when I was in Vice after the superhero, millionaire

playboy Tony Stark.

Well, they called me that because I got

results. To deploy IT imaginatively, but with respect for citizens'

rights. To support officers suffering from stress and burnout.

to increase diversity and to make the force a safer place for women.

It's fucking consumerism. A struggle to put food on the table reduced to a rich

kid's toys.

What's a poster like this doing in a rich man's shag palace?

He's got a Lenin one in the bedroom too.

Should have seen his face when he unwrapped it.

It cost over a grand.

Do you even know who Lenin is?

Lexi, who is Lenin?

as Vladimir Lenin was a Russian revolutionary, politician and political

theorist. I don't know.

Look, Armando's parents have paid for it and we're the ones being inspired.

Political action right there. Cocooned in a bourgeois property during a

devastating cost of living crisis while the richest 5% of the population are

getting richer still.

Keep kill, Vic.

Do you want some breakfast, Vic?

Let me explain.

I don't want this job. I just came here to testify to you all.

It's people like you who have presided over the decline of the police. How

could I work with you?

I don't want this job.

Wait, wait. Stop. Stop. What the hell is going on with the men in your

department? I know that the Erskine mutt homicide affected

all of us very deeply.

But please, think about your future.

I'm sorry, boss.

I've wasted your time.

But you are wasting a lot of people's time.

I know in different ways you've all been able to make a peace with us.

Good on you.

Sadly... I can't anymore.

the truth is i was never really here

we

are the kamikaze pilots of social change so let's crash that plane it's the one

thing we can do it's the ultimate sacrifice wouldn't you say Fraser.

That's all well and good, ma'am.

But that sofa's shit to sleep on.

It'll all be alright in the end, Vic.

Come on, you lazy git.

I made you a cup of tea.

How the fuck has it come to this?

You've achieved so much for this city.

Why?

Why shit the bed?

Sorry, Bob.

I told you.

Be my Cantona.

Well, you've done it now.

You wandered away.

Just like him.

I wouldn't have had any career at all without you, boss.

You gave me a longer leash than I deserved.

I must be demented.

But working with you is perversely the thing I'll miss most about this job.

I don't understand how hard it is, this job that we do.

Is there anything I can do for you?

Drop the disciplinary charges against Struthers.

He needs to grow up in a forgiving organisation full of folks who came what

it's like to be... to be human.

Struthers, come into my office.

I always did let you get away with fucking... Homicide.

Fucking homicide.

I have been trying to show you that this is how

most people live their lives.

In fear.

Fear of never having enough to eat.

Fear that the police will wipe them out at any moment.

Fear of never escaping the shithole into which they were born.

Armando, you killed him.

This is everything we spoke about, Fraser.

Revolution, inequality, right and wrong. He was our friend.

He paid lip service to our objectives.

There are real people out there with no roof over their heads and all the while

this privileged prick is was Being bankrolled by mummy and daddy mental.

Why would you do something like that?

Have you not been listening to anything I've said I

Need a piss

Well, obviously I locked the door.

This man is a fucking freedom fighter.

This is no longer a place for real police.

You really tell them to ram up their holes, then fucking quit.

Ray? I don't know his exact words, but he's pretty much the best as I.

Was it... Was it me?

Was it something I did?

No.

No, Amanda, it was neither.

I guess... I guess it makes things less complicated.

Sally? I didn't want you to call me. Is everything all right?

Come and see me, Ray.

We need to talk.

Okay.

I'm on my way.

I need to go.

Ray.

It's open.

Hello Ray.

Mum and dad, they'll be looking for me.

I said I'd ring them first thing.

I'll let you into a little secret.

I fucking hate your uncle.

You don't even know him.

Well, Fraser, I know him.

And I know you.

He is a servant of the state.

And you're a joyrider.

I know that in ten years' time, you'll be your mother, pushing paper around the

desk, dressed in a pinstripe suit, driving a Range Rover Evoque.

How do you know about Mum?

Just like you, they're all performance.

You play at being liberated and progressive.

Do you know how fucking stupid you look to the mature to understand the logical

conclusions of anything you say?

I do.

I'm not them.

You've always taught us to oppose the fucking stilted bourgeois conditioning.

You can't give it up on us now.

For fuck's sake!

Amanda, look.

This is the woman who made the rape complaint to senior management at Adry

House.

That's her there.

I don't believe it.

Um, get hold of Ray.

Now!

Amanda, now!

Probably taken about ten minutes before the bells.

Don't know if my life changed.

Why are you dressed like this?

Isn't this what men see when they look at a woman?

No, man.

Would you like to think that, Ray?

Consider the strength and size of men that inevitable inequality?

An empath like you will always think you're different, but is it not true to

say that every man who lies on my couch is a beast?

Why am I here, Sally?

I'm worried about you, Ray.

You're on the same path I was on.

What do you mean?

The desire to wreak revenge is overwhelming,

but it's unsatisfying and productive.

All it does...

Turned you into what you fear the most.

Which is what?

You and Victor Maslow are fascinating case studies, both wallowing in

victimhood, displaying narcissistic traits, both defined by great revenge

narratives.

You're not so far apart.

Maslow sat there and told me how he acted on his vengeance. He couldn't stop

telling me about it.

It fuelled him.

He loved it, and it defined him.

Tell me about Maslow.

Injured in an accident, doing a favour for an uncaring man.

He lost his job during months of recuperation and his resentment grew.

Revenge fantasies are common for victims of trauma. It's about redressing the

balance, but his sense of injustice at what he lost.

Tipped that balance.

He murdered that man.

Told me every detail.

Of course, I should have involved the police, but... They told me the man's

name.

Piggott Wilkins.

The father.

And in an instant, I was back in that room.

Two men raped me.

One held me down, the other watched.

I didn't have the courage to stop it.

There on my couch was vengeance.

Opportunity rape.

Sully.

Sully.

I was pinned down.

They were brutal, egging each other on

one after the other.

Gulliver was the most violent.

I thought seeing their fears as it took their lives would be cathartic.

And that wasn't in the case.

I spent so long... trying to be somebody, trying to...

trying to... achieve something.

Now it's over.

My crimes have hollowed me out, just like their crimes did.

Why now?

What made you kill these men now?

He never left me.

That night and then Maslow's in my life.

The man for whom vengeance was his biggest thrill and I needed to be

avenged, but each time I was, a little more of me died.

I understand.

I do.

How?

You're a little like those men, Amanda.

So careless with sex.

It's facile communication for you. It's just a physical need.

Where is Maslow?

I don't know.

I know he's not finished yet.

He'll comfort you, right?

I hope you can stop him.

Sorry. You can tell your story.

I'll make sure. I'll make sure that people will listen.

Go on.

I really do like you two.

You might still be useful.

But you have to not sacrifice it.

It's not just a word.

You need to feel like an outcast from society.

I plan to take your life.

But I won't do that. I won't.

I think... I think I'll take your hand, Fraser.

Your interest in identity politics is about to become less abstract.

When you lose your hand, you'll have a real, visible identity as an

amputee.

Such social currency in your circle.

Sally?

No.

It's Ray.

Lennox.

Is he your favourite uncle?

Uncle Ray?

He's already killed Armando!

Uncle Ray, he's mental! Please help us!

the fucking radiator?

I don't have an answer for that. Shut the fuck up!

Might as well. What the fuck?

Well done.

You came alone.

51.

Flat five.

Come on up.

Alone.

Uncle Ray's on his way up.

Go and let him in.

And come back.

Or he'll end up just like Armando.

Well, come on in, Uncle Ray.

OK, let him go.

I know all about you.

You'd be amazed how much Sally has said.

Sally's dead.

She manipulated us both.

What are you talking about?

You're a psychopath.

Hiding behind ideology.

Acting out of petty personal vengeance. You're no social justice crusader. You

just like killing people.

You chose the state, you would say that.

Enemy of the people that you protect.

What are you going to do? You're going to disembowel all the public schoolboys

in the land? I would love that level of ambition.

If you'd seen the things that I'd seen.

Real people, real victims.

Working people already fucked over by a hideous terrorising system that you

purport to detest social justice, my fucking arse. A cop, a servant of the

state talking about social justice?

Has your vengeance woken the world up?

It's just destroyed more lives. It's killed Sally.

Fuck you!

I take his hand or I take his throat. It's your choice. What do you say?

Drew Busby.

Who? Drew Busby.

A Ouija.

And one of the last to play for the now defunct Third Lanark.

Signed from Airdrie as a striker. Had a prolific partnership there with Drew

Jarby. Converted to midfield enforcer at Hearts.

Fan favourite.

Still managed, 55 goals for your 178 appearances.

Fucking scumbag!

You're one of the same fucking crew as them!

Suspect apprehended, flat 5, 51, Balmakeith Drive, Southside.

He could have killed us.

I'm sorry, Uncle Ray.

No, don't be sorry. Fuck.

Let's get you home.

Celeste?

Yeah?

Sorry, do I know you?

Not really. I mean, I work with Jill, so... Oh.

She sent you?

No.

I actually don't know what happened between you both.

But I always think if you really care about each other, then most things can

be talked through. No chance. She crossed a line.

You know, Jill's really caught up about all of this. Oh, yeah?

She thought about how I felt, walking in to find her shagging that Struthers

creep.

It's over.

What the actual fuck is going on with you two?

It's not like it seems... You said you were a virgin.

And you said you were a lesbian. I mean, I am.

I mean, I was. I mean, she taught me it was for you.

What? Well, see, as ridiculous as that sounds, it really was for you. He just

wanted to impress you.

I'm sorry.

Look, look, be angry at me. I'm your mate.

Me? I should never have done it. Right, but please, for all their sakes, are you

going to give him a chance?

Please?

Well,

Amanda, congratulations.

The job is yours.

Thank you, Bob.

It's been a rapid rise.

I know, but I want you to... But in recognition of this rapid rise in your

relative inexperience, there will be an initial

job share element.

I'm sorry, I don't... We've found an experienced man for you to learn from.

It'll be good for you, Amanda.

Where is he?

He's okay.

He's fine.

He's upstairs.

We've both had our eye off the ball here, Jack.

This family has fallen apart these past few weeks.

But we're going to fix it, okay?

I don't care that you've got a girlfriend, Jack.

And I don't care that Frase thinks he's David Bowie.

And I don't care that you think you've outgrown me.

You're still the people that I want to be with most in this world.

What a beautiful boy.

I'm okay, Mum. I'm fine.

Hey.

Thanks for bringing him home, Ray.

Ray?

What?

I got you a wee gift, boss.

You've been exceptional for me, Ray.

Aye, you bastard.

Look after it.

They're company, you know?

Well, thank you, boss. I... Oh, you bastard. Yeah.

Appreciate it.

Whatever you do, live your life, Ray.

Go so quick.

Go so quick.

Ray. Congratulations.

Never in doubt.

Yeah, after you pulled out.

And it's a job share.

You know, do you think that makes me feel?

Like somebody who's been given a great opportunity?

Well, I'd like to start to think that I'm a daft wee lassie that's been

feather bedded in for political reasons.

What sort of respect am I gonna get?

Respect you have to have.

But you will.

We fucked things up a bit, eh?

I wanted to say goodbye properly.

No, I didn't. I wanted to say...

You don't have to go.

I'm losing my best officer.

I was never yours to lose.

See you, Amanda.

Dad Woody approved, right?

I thought Mum should be here.

No.

Right.

Together as a family, right?

You need to speak to Jock about that day.

What day?

You know what day, son.

How could I have not known?

he wants to speak to me about something now that happened 40 years ago what

could he possibly say

he

saw some men hanging around that day and he

saw you come out in the tunnel

He recognized one of them.

And he'd heard the rumors.

What was Jock doing there?

He was coming back from seeing me.

And he knew that people would ask questions.

So he said nothing.

I'm sorry, my love.

I'm sorry.

Be sorry.

Be sorry.

I love you.

Raymond, I'm writing to tell you what I know now.

I wish I could tell you that this hurt goes away, but it's no been as simple as

that, pal.

At times you'll feel ashamed, angry, guilty.

You'll learn that not all monsters lurk in tunnels, and sometimes you'll feel

things you have no words for.

I'm here to tell you.

That you don't have to rage and blame and point fingers at others and

yourself.

You can throw off that cloak of shame.

You need to know that this was not your fault.

You deserve love and you can love yourself.

Hold my hand.

Look in the mirror.

And see the beautiful boy that you are.

You contain multitudes.

My name is Ray and I'm an addict.

I've displaced my life for 40 years, hiding from who I am.

Hiding from what's made me.

Power of the group's what keeps you safe.

But life isn't safe.

Life's a challenge that has to be faced.

Now, I have to leave it all behind.

Because it's time to heal myself.

and move on.

I choose life.