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'There's a few ways
to interview a suspect.

'All too time-consuming,
in my experience.

'Especially when you're dealing with
arrogant monsters.

'You want to get in and out
before they start infecting you.

'You adjust your interviewing
techniques accordingly.

'With someone like Richie Gulliver,
a political animal,

'you go to their level.

'Which in his case, is the gutter.'

What's your relationship
with Graham Cornell?

Come on, "my name is Ray", we've
both been through the fellowship.

'So?'

My name is Richie
and I am a drug addict.

So we're both flawed men.

Men of secrets.

How flawed are you?

Where do you stop at
getting your kicks?

You don't like me, do you, Lennox?

I see you as a typical schemie
given a smidgen of power.

Which parent was the Bolshevik?

Father? Mother?

Yesterday, I held a dead child
in my arms.

She had been kidnapped,
drugged, raped and murdered.

If you were part of that in any way,

that's the reason I have
to actively dislike you.

So remove yourself from my sights.

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Ralf Wilberforce
is on his way here now.

I'm not saying anything more
until he arrives.

The crusading lawyer.

The smartest members of
the conservative establishment

have always employed liberals

as a buffer against
working-class anger, Lennox.

My woke friend will be here
any minute

to tear you fascist police
a new one!

Give us two minutes.

You have gone cowboy on me
for the last time, Ray!

This is a member
of the police committee!

If he is not the killer,
we are all fucked!

Right, that's just what
I'm trying to establish.

No! No! Drummond is going
to interview him!

He's not who you think he is.
I know him.

There's things
that I need to say to him.

That's exactly why
you shouldn't be in there.

You brought him in
without my say so.

You have an agenda with this guy!

Well, my agenda certainly
isn't to protect him!

What?!

You haven't even got a clue
what my job entails, Ray.

Well, I know it seems to involve
more politicking than policing.

You have to...

What?

Pray tell, as your superior officer,
what do I have to do?

Amanda!

Go in there,
interview him, don't push it.

Yes, boss.

'I'm DS Amanda Drummond and I'm...'

Well, DS Amanda Drummond.

I am Richie Gulliver,
a Member of Scottish Parliament

and part of the
police committee for Scotland.

So we are both on the same side,

'are we not?'
'I would certainly both hope'

and expect that to be the case.
Good.

Good.

'While I can't interview you
without a lawyer...

'I can tell you why you are here.'

'Can you tell us your whereabouts
last Thursday morning?'

You used to enjoy dealing
with bastards like that, Lenny!

It's a shame you're stuck out here.
Needs must, but, though, eh?

Oh, aye, is that right?

Don't you fuck about, Dougie.

An obsequious woke liberal against
an over-privileged Tory prick.

And I'm ringside!

Can you fucking pretend
you're not enjoying this?

She is the future of policing

and he is on the
fucking police committee!

You fucking dinosaurs!

'I didn't make any fuss
because I want to cooperate.'

But I want it on the record,

my extreme disquiet at the conduct
of you and your senior officers.

'So I am saying nothing more
until my brief arrives.'

The lawyer's here.
Dougie, go get him.

It's a shame about
these renovations.

I'll take him the scenic route.

I'm gonna enjoy
winding this prick up.

I thought because
you're a member of the...

The only reason
I'm even speaking to you,

is because I'm on
the police committee.

I've been on duty since 6:30.
OK. Thanks, mate.

You the lawyer for
Richie "Gullible", the racist MSP?

Yes. No. What?

I'm Ralf Wilberforce.

Follow me, Ralfie.

Mind that big, daft head of yours.

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give you it.

Is this the right way
to the interview room?

You'll have to excuse us.

This building work
seems to go on and on.

Hey!

Where are we going?

My client's time
is being wasted here.

So fucking what?

I'm investigating a murder.

You think I like
shepherding visitors around?

Want to find your own way?

No, it's just a bloody labyrinth.

Welcome to my world.

Try working here.

Workers these days
don't give a fuck.

That's why Britain's one
of the world's shithole countries.

But mind you, why should they?

Cos it's all set up
for the rich only.

And I'm not saying
independence is the answer,

we just fuck things up.

Listen to the wise words here.

Right, you'll need to give that
handle a right good pull.

What, you want me to...?

Well, I've done my wrist in,
I cannae help you.

Take a deek at that.

You'll manage, though, a big,
strong laddie like yourself. Go on.

This is ridiculous.

Give it some welly! Pull it!

Pull it. Pull it like you're trying
to pull a person of colour

off your sister!
What did you just say?

You can't say that,
you're a police officer.

Aye, it's hard to defend that kind
of fucking racism, isn't it?

How's it feel
when you do it in court?

My job is to defend my clients.

Racist clients like "Gullible"?

Richie Gulliver
is a populist politician,

and I don't happen
to agree with his views.

So it's all right for the likes of
him to be racist? I never said that.

Don't give me any of your shite.
You wanna be here all day? No!

Then try pushing it, daftie.

Christ.

Here, up the stair.

Everything's a game
to these bastards.

They're removed
from the consequences

of the pain that they cause.

Give me a shot at him!
No.

You're lucky you're still
on this case.

Aye, few and far between now,

but probably more racism
for your boys in the courts

than you'll find
on the force these days.

It's a different thing.

Gulliver and I might be
poles apart politically,

but everyone is entitled
to justice under the law.

Hey, hey, hey.

Especially if they've got
their poppy.

See, the one thing
you've both got in common

is that you rely on pricks like us
to clear up your dirty work.

We do it with grace.

As long as you pay us.

But you stop paying us,
we'll rip your fucking throat out.

Ah, fuck this French wanker.

Douglas.

I ken what you're gonna say,
the killer wore a mask.

Douglas, maybe in a sense,
we all wear masks.

What are you fucking going on about?
Do you ken what he's on about?

No, but I must insist...

I'm thinking of the hard face
you are displaying to the world,

and I'm wishing to know
what is behind this mask.

Fuck all.
See? That's not good.

What about the food you cook?

The music you listen to.

The wine you drink.

Those women you are making love to.

Those are the things that make
the real Douglas Gillman.

Tell us those, come on.

He's half daft. Like I'm gonna
talk to him about all that shit.

I have to object...

I've been objecting since the radge
got off the Eurostar.

He's from Paris.

An international case.
And I've got to be nice to him.

Do you think I like
baby-sitting a frog?

I must say, I find your attitude...
Don't come the cunt with me, mate.

I'm fucking well
trying to help you out here.

Where the hell am I going?

I'll show you, "Wilber-Beast",
calm down.

We have reason to believe you are a
close contact of our prime suspect.

I want to help, I really do,

but I have no knowledge
of your prime suspect,

so perhaps all roads
lead back to the start.

I'm a busy man, an MSP,
looking for a seat in Westminster.

I have staff for diary details.

And the purpose of that

is so that I don't have to keep
said details in my head.

I understand. And your
cooperation is appreciated.

But why is it such a big deal

to just tell us where you were
last Thursday morning

when Britney Hamil vanished?

Oh, God! I'm gonna
lose my job over this.

Boss, this guy is an odious,
patronising, complacent,

privileged piece of shit.
Why are you protecting him?

You remember who you're talking to.

He may well be a patronising,
complacent,

privileged piece of shit,
but he is my patronising,

privileged,
complacent piece of shit!

'I can't believe
you use such offensive language!'

Racist, sexist...
I don't even know where to start.

You're a bloody disgrace.

'You've done well, DS Drummond.

'I like your style.
Your dogged pursuit. So...'

..before my brief arrives, I am
going to give you what you so crave.

I was at the St Andrews Hotel

at the time the
unfortunate girl disappeared.

Can anyone corroborate that?
Were you alone?

No, no, no, no, no.
You're getting very greedy now.

I suggest we have no further
questioning until my lawyer arrives.

Gill, we need to corroborate
Gulliver's alibi.

Get on to the St Andrews Hotel.

Ask them if he was there,
if he was with anyone,

and have them send us CCTV.

Yeah, I'm on it.
Thanks.

Get in there and kiss his hole.
Go on.

Ah, the cavalry!

Thank you for your assistance
so far.

You could be a high-flier,
DS Drummond.

You can go far
in this organisation

if you play nice
with the right friends.

Where the fuck have you been?
Don't ask.

Have we got anything
for this fanny, or what?

He says he was
at the St Andrews Hotel

the morning Britney vanished.

He's on the police committee.

I knew he'd cooperate.

Be nice to be able
to knock it out of him.

And his paedo brief an' all.

Thank you for your help, Dougie.

Haven't you got a killer to find?

Off you go!

He's not the killer, but he knows
more than he's letting on.

Aye, his connection with Cornell.

I don't know why Rich...
Gulliver is protecting him.

They're lovers, boss.

He owns an S&M den that's full
of instruments for inflicting pain,

that he uses with our prime suspect.

Sir.

He was at the St Andrews Hotel
the night that Britney vanished.

The manager says that nobody
recalls him being with anybody else.

The alibi checks out.
Of course it does.

Thank you, Gillian.

Now, Ray, the lawyer's arrived,
you can go in now.

Please, play nicely,
smooth things over.

'Lothian Serious Crimes interview
with Richie Gulliver, MSP.

'Monday 3rd of May 2021,
the time is 1:36pm.'

'You were at the St Andrews Hotel.'

The person we now need to rule out
of our investigation

is Graham Cornell.

My client has already provided
information as for his whereabouts.

I fail to see how this is relevant.

One more time
for the hard of thinking.

I don't know.

If I did, I would tell you.

But you do know Graham Cornell?

No comment.

Do you think he killed Britney?

My client...
I don't know!

What does it matter what I think?

I've now told you where I was
the morning of her disappearance.

You drag me away from a lunch,
you take me here.

If I wasn't on the police committee,
I wouldn't be so bloody cooperative.

We reiterate, my client was staying
at the St Andrews Hotel

when Britney Hamil disappeared.

So, "my name is Richie", as you're
on the police committee,

I can share this with you, Graham
Cornell is a person of interest.

Could he have groomed Angela Hamil
to get to her children?

How the hell would I know?

You're a family man, Richie.

If Graham Cornell has got no alibi,

every aspect of his life
will be pored over,

will become public knowledge,
social media tittle tattle.

No. No...!

'We know Graham Cornell
has no interest in girls sexually,'

but we suspect he's acting
to bring victims to an accomplice,

as part of a fucked up sexual game.

Supplying young girls

to be used, abused,
slaughtered and discarded.

Do you own an S&M den, Richie?
A place...

'A place full of instruments
of torture.' No! Argh!

'Something of a killing chamber.'

Eh?

One word, games.

Two words, consenting adults.

Five words, mind your own
fucking business.

I must object...

Do you like inflicting pain,
Mr Gulliver?

Is there always a victim,
always a human and social cost?

This has gone too far.

Graham Cornell
doesn't fit our profile.

We're looking for
a sexually deviant,

secretive, arrogant, entitled man.

'I'm not the man
that people think I am.'

I pick up whores and rent boys.

And I use them.

I want to make them fucking bleed.

And what I feel is revulsion.

Not for me, no, no.

For them.

Because, ultimately,

there is no other role for those
people than to be consumed.

Someone who uses and abuses people,

who sees them with no other role
than to be consumed.

No! Fuck!

'So, if there are no
formal charges to be made...' Fuck!

'..I think we are done here.'

Eureka!

Here, Poirot, check this.

What? The time code is saying so!

That is definitely the beast
that monstered Fabby and Gaston!

Look, here's Pepe Le Pew now
with his wee bird.

Both looking rampant.
Yeah.

Oh. They take the key from the box

using password
issued by the landwoman.

Lady, lady, lady.
We call 'em landladies here.

Mm.

The way he moves, his dress, ah...

I judge him to perhaps be French.

Right, you're on.

What am I looking for?

This spunker's comings and goings.

Bang him through facial recognition
and get us a name.

And please, do not call me Poirot.

Poirot was Belgian. I am French.

Belgian!
Yeah.

Give themselves French names
to sound posh!

They should stick to making
chocolate and Stella.

Richie...
Not a word.

Look, Bob, I have always
supported you.

And it's been appreciated.

But what happened in there
was totally unacceptable.

Arrested, questioned for hours,
and then released without charge.

A complete waste of time.

I want Lennox off the case.

I'm afraid I won't do that.

I am guilty of nothing, Bob.

I don't want
any personal relationship

I may or may not have, coming out.

Richie...

if Graham Cornell has an alibi
for Britney Hamil's murder...

..then it won't come out from here.

Right.

Well, good night, Bob.

He wants you off the case.

Of course he does.

What did you tell him?

What do you think?

I know, in your own way,
you stick your neck out every day

with all the shit
that goes on upstairs.

It's appreciated.

Aye, can you send it over?

The frog's got his computer
with him, so send it over now.

I told you laptop boy was on it!

Can I get you something?

Sancerre, s'il vous plait.

Aye, that gear.

Fuck knows why they even bother
giving those nerds a police wage.

They'd be sitting fannying about
in front of a screen all day anyway,

happy as fuck.

Voila!

Monsieur Georges Fournier.

I told you he was French.

He looks French.

The wank.

Everyone knows our stark stuff.

We may disagree on the nature of it,
but we can't dispute its existence.

I just see all the shit
in this world.

I never see what I wanna see.

'Hi, this is Trudi Lowe, please
leave a message after the tone.'

Hey, it's me.

Erm, I'm gonna clock off soon.

Do you, erm, wanna come over?

I just don't want to be
on my own tonight.

Lennox, long time no see.

Not heard from you in a while.

Been keeping busy?

Always a pleasure
chatting with you, Raymondo.

Catch you.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

I've had such a shit day.

No closer to finding out
who killed that poor girl?

Hey.

No.

Good morning, Ralf.

I was harassed
by one of your officers.

A DI Gillman.
That man is a sociopath,

and a racist, to boot.
I'm making a formal complaint.

'Gaffer.'

In my office now.

Amanda.

Are you OK?

I'm wondering if I'm letting
my dislike for Gulliver

colour my judgement.

What's not to dislike?

Aye, he's playing games.

Getting off on the idea that we
think he might be Britney's killer.

Gulliver is a piece of shit,

but he might not
be our piece of shit.

But he's definitely
connected to Cornell.

The S&M den proves that.

It's...

Why would Gulliver protect Cornell
if he's the killer?

He's not protecting Cornell,
he's protecting himself.

Gulliver's incapable of any act
that isn't about self-interest.

'No, no, no, no.'

I am not like you. I have money,
I have power, I have connections.

You, what do you have?

All you have...

..is each other.

And this, oh, bleak place.

I only came here
to satisfy my curiosity.

And, yeah, you are losers.

There, done.

Confirmed.

So, I am off to a 10,000-euro-a-week
clinic to detoxify.

Bye-bye.

'If Cornell was with Gulliver
in the St Andrews Hotel,'

he's got no need to hide!
That would mean Gulliver is impeding

the most despicable
child murder investigation

in order to stop his relationship
with Cornell from coming out.

There's a certain type of two-faced
slimy bastard in this country

and, unfortunately,
they run the show.

- Did you get your pages OK?
- I was saying about the party.

Ah!
The pool, yeah?

He's told you about the party?

Come on, come on,
you've got to come...

Can I take that one?
Thanks.

Put your bikini on -
I'll be wearing mine!

LAUGHTER I mean, it chafes, but...

Don't listen to him.
Don't listen to a word he says.

Sight for sore eyes!
Are you gonna come?

Yeah, sure. You've said you're
gonna come, is that a promise?

Great. Good.
You've said it now, Carly.

You promise?

Yeah.
See you Saturday.

See you.
Sweet girl.

Morning, boss.

Hello, Dougie. Gulliver's lawyer
has accused you of being racist.

Come on!

I've not got a racist bone
in my body.

The problem was that I didn't
appreciate HIS sense of humour.

I mean, I like a laugh.

What did he say to you?

Oh, no, I'd rather not say.

When I get offended by something,
I just suck it up.

I don't go off running to authority
figures like it's my ma's skirts

and expect them to right
all the wrongs in the world

for poor little me.

Come on, boss? What's the script?
Surely it's my word against his?

Dougie, there are procedures
we have to go through.

Can I have a word, Trudi?
Of course you can.

Come in, sit down.

Is everything OK?

I don't know, erm...

Something's happening and...

Oh...

Hey.

Oh, thank you.

I think I'm being harassed.

Sometimes it feels
like they're joking,

and then other times
it's much more serious.

Nobody should be made
to feel like this, OK?

We cannot tolerate any kind
of sexual harassment here.

So we will go and see
the head of HR.

I can't. I will come with you.
I will support you the whole way.

Do you know what?
Some men are just entitled pigs.

We've all met them before. And...
What's his name?

It's not a man.

It's not just a man.

And I can't go to the head of HR
because...

..because it's her, too.

You mean Estelle?

Every time I see them, they're
making these suggestive comments.

Telling me I should come
to parties with them

and I should come round
to their place for a drink.

I don't know what to do.

He wants you now.

It's either his piles or his ulcer,

but something
is giving him gyp today.

My one fucking ally
on that committee.

Gulliver's a two-faced creep,
don't feel sorry for him.

I don't, Ray.

I feel sorry for me.

You have made a difficult job...
impossible.

We are...

We're on this.

All fucking day and all night.

It's just possible that Britney's
killer is a multiple murderer.

Oh! He may be approaching
his end game.

No! No more serial killer fantasies!

Come on, boss. The guy...
This guy, he's killed before.

The MO is... The MO is exactly
the same as Mr Confectioner.

I think he wants to be caught.

What?! With these sociopaths,
it's all about legacy.

They used to build statues
and monuments to themselves.

Now, some of them do this shit.

He's ripped the piss out of us for
years with this cat and mouse game.

Now, he wants to cash in
on his infamy.

This is Marvel Comics bullshit, Ray!

Boss...

The world is changing.

The very worst shit
that you can conceive of

comes into being
as soon as we can imagine it.

Work this case, Raymond.

Now, you're on the verge

of wrecking a very important
person's career.

And all we've got is a bunch
of useless inadequates.

Ronnie Hamil, Gary Franklin,
Tommy Loughran,

who couldn't even cross
the fucking street unaided!

Find Graham Cornell!

DS Amanda Drummond.

She's gone.

She's gone, I can't bear it!

Angela, Angela.

Please, I can't do this.
Please, you have to find her.

I don't quite understand,

so just... just bear with me
one minute.

Sorry, boss.

It's Angela Hamil,
she's in a right state.

Put her on speakerphone.

'She's gone!

'She's gone! Please, you have to
come and get her, please!'

We're doing everything that we can.

'Not Britney, Tessa!

'Tessa's gone!
She didn't go to school!'

Right, we're on our way.

It's the same thing
that happened to Britney.

Why are they doing this to me?

I can't bear it, I want to die!

You stay with Angela, OK?
I'm gonna walk the route.

The uniforms are already here.

You stay with her, eh?

What is happening?!

Tessa.

Are you all right?

Aye.

I'll never know how bad
you're feeling, pal.

I felt bad myself once,
I was quite a bit younger than you.

It's hard being the one
that got away, yeah?

But it's not your fault.

You got food poisoning,
it happens all the time, eh?

Sometimes I'm scared
he'll come for me.

Then I want him to try it!

I would gouge his eyes out!

Do you know what I think
your wee sister would really want?

What?

For you to have a good life.

To live well.

Hold your head up high.

Live without fear.

She wouldn't want that creep to ruin
your life the way he took hers.

You ken what I mean?

Let's go home.

Thanks.

You scared the shit out of me!

Thank you.

If I found her sister in time,

she wouldn't have been sad enough
to run away.

Wait.

It's Graham.

What does he say?

He's been volunteering at a bird
of prey sanctuary in the Highlands.

Only just heard about Britney.
He's coming home now.

'OK. You head back and see
if we're missing anything.

'There's something
I have to do alone.'

God, grant me the serenity...

..to smash this fucking
line of ching up my hooter.

And catch
that child-murdering nonce!

Ah!

Welcome home, Graham.

Didnae ken you were into birds.

Come here!

Out of the way! Out of the way!

Come here!

Come here, you fanny!

What the hell are you doing?

Argh!

For fuck's sake, just stop.

I just, just... wanna talk.

Keep away from me!
Listen to me.

Tell him I haven't said anything
to anyone!

Tell who? About what, Graham!?

No, no, no, no, no! Wait, wait.

Please don't. Come back from there.

Don't come near me!

I'll jump!
If you don't come here right now,

I will fuck you up like you did her,
you child-murdering nonce!

What?!

What are you talking about?

Graham, I don't care
who you're shagging,

as long as it's not a fucking child.
No! I would never.

What is this?
Did he send you?

I'm police, Graham.
I just wanna talk.

I need you to...
I need you to help me

and I need you to help
your friend. Angela!

So, where were you
on Thursday 29th April?

I loved that girl.
I would never harm her!

What about Richie Gulliver?
Did he love her? Would he harm her?

No!

Richie loves me!
Aye... right!

I'll never betray him!
You're not his wife.

He's gonna leave her.

It's a shallow political marriage of
convenience, a business partnership.

No way.

So, you were with him, right,
touring the B&Bs?

You don't know us,
you don't know anything.

I know I need to make you see sense.

Ray.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

On mature reflection, I've been
considering what you said,

and, erm, I think you're right.

We can help each other.

It's better all round.

Give us five minutes.

So, you want to be friends now?

Good.

You and I can help
each other, Lennox.

Alliance building is important.

OK.

But Cornell,
I wanna cross him off the list.

Nothing comes out about him and me?

Graham Cornell is a weak idiot.

'I've been fucking him
in every conceivable way.

'He means nothing to me.
If I knew where he was,

'I would throw him to you
in a New York second

'because you would be
doing me a favour.

'If he went to prison for the murder
of that wretched girl,

'my life would be so much easier.

'But, alas, yes, we were together
the day the girl disappeared.'

I'm not getting the impression

that you two are star-crossed lovers
after all.

He's a feeble-minded,
sentimental fool.

So easy to manipulate.

You don't protect the weak, Lennox.

You devour them.

Glad to see we're on the same page.

Fuck you! You fucker!
You bastard!

Get off me, you...

Fuck you!

Right, come on, up you go.

If you can't pick the right enemies,

don't be daft enough
to pick the wrong ones. Huh?

Get the fuck off me!

Amanda.

Ray, we got Cornell.

He's just been picked up.

He assaulted Gulliver in the street!

That's shocking.

'He's admitting he was with Gulliver
at the St Andrews Hotel.'

The press are all over this.
There's no way Gulliver can deny it.

Let's let it play out.

So we can eliminate both Gulliver
and Cornell from our suspect list.

Which means we have no suspects
and we've got no leads.

'Amanda, we need to find
that white van, eh?'

On it.

Listen, this dinner, my family,
a wee bit strange.

Ray, all families are strange!

Come on.

Nice.
OK.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Thanks.

All right?
This way, please.

- I told you they were weird, eh?
- Don't say that.

This is Trudi.
This is my sister, Jackie.

Hi.
How nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
My mother, Avril.

Punching again, Ray.

Thank you!
Aren't you gorgeous?

Thank you.
Brother-in-law, Angus.

Angus, hi. Hi.
Nice to meet you.

Looking thin, son,
are you eating right?

Aye.

No. Ray was saying that his dad
used to work on the railways.

Mine did, too.

I'm sure he'll mention it.
Oh, speak of the devil.

Dad.
Well, son.

This is Trudi.

Dad.
Oh, here. Too classy for this yin.

Thank you, Mr Lennox.

John!

John. So, I hear that you used
to work for British Rail.

Aye, used to be a driver,
freight mostly,

but I became an office man
when my heart got bad.

So, we're just waiting
on Stuart, yeah?

What a surprise

Oh...
Thank you!

Stuart.

Bruden.

Mutter.

Schwester.
Bruden.

Vater.

And, er, you must be Trudi.

Yeah. Pleased to meet you, Stuart.
And you, too, Trudi!

Il mondo! I mean,
she is way too good-looking

for a dishevelled old
piece of bacon like yourself, eh?

Leading lady looks!

Charming, I think!

Aye.

May the Force be with you!

Thanks.

I can't help being the brother of
a copper, but actually dating one?

That is a very brave choice,
I shiteth thee not!

But how can I resist a hunk
like this, right, Stuart?

Relationships are all timing,
and ours is lousy.

Don't worry, I'm not trying
to steal her from you, Ray!

That's a relief!

I would not wish a life of dating
a thesp on anyone, my darling.

I mean, the things
that you have to do while resting,

like literally prostitute yourself.

But, er... But a cop?
No, that's a bridge too far!

Appreciate your support

Nah, there's no support here, Ray.

In fact, you constantly
astonish me...

Come on, you two!
There's no two involved here, Jack.

Once again, it's Stuart's private
party with us mere conscripts.

How you can do that job
is beyond belief, you know?

A working class lad
from a council estate.

And you protect the rich
and you shit on the poor!

Are you interested
in red wine, Trudi?

I'm quite a fan of this red one.

Yeah, no, definitely.
I appreciate a drop of red.

There's this myth
of a pluralist society,

where you blue-shirted
Stormtroopers of capital

can somehow be a neutral force...

Who do you think the people
in Pilton, Niddrie, Muirhouse

and Wester Hailes call when the bad
bastards are fucking them over?

Do you think they send for an actor
to sort out their problems

with a Shakespearian recitation?
No. Do they fuck!

Raymond!

Stuart, what was your last TV role?
River City. You know that.

And you played?

A drug dealer.
Yes.

And the one before that?

A, er, multiple rapist, people
trafficker in, er, Line Of Duty.

So, who has the reductive career?

I just lock up people like that,
I don't try to be them.

Ray Lennox, I am so proud of you.

Why?

You wanted a drink tonight,
didn't you?

Aye, you know, just one
to stop the voices in my...

Just for a while.

Hey.

Yeah?

Erm...

When you have your little hunches...
Aye.

..when you're working a case, yeah?
Mm-hm.

How do you verify them?

Well, you know, you gather evidence.

You find out about the person
you're investigating,

where they live, work, play,
who they associate with,

and... what they're hiding.

What if they're hiding nothing?

They're always hiding something.

I'm not hiding nothing!
Ha-ha.

What are you hiding?
Nothing... from you.

Everything from
the rest of the world.

Yeah?

Sounds like two work colleagues
of mine.

Thank you.
Mm.

Let's go.

'Mr Gulliver!'

Have you always been gay?

Thank you. Quiet, please.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Mr and Mrs Gulliver would like
to make a short statement.

We are in consultation
with our lawyer, Ralf Wilberforce,

and are unable, at this stage,
to answer any questions.

I love my husband
and will stand by him.

Those allegations
are absurd and disgusting.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
that's all we have to say for now.

Thank you.

Were there evenings
when you had your cock up his arse,

and then came back home
and fucked me?

Mm?

I'm genuinely curious.

Well, er...

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.
Ray.

Yeah.
Ray! Ray!

What?

The door! The door!
Fuck!

Really?

I'm fucking coming!

Amanda, what the fuck?!

The white van number plate
that was obscured.

What?!
Erm, look...

Come in. In.

Fuck's sake.

Er, Trudi, Amanda.
Amanda, Trudi.

Sorry.

Amanda, go.

Every white van
with those four digits,

we ran them through
the Swansea database.

86 in total.

30, I checked out
and was able to eliminate

for being too far removed
from the crime scene.

Still loads to go.

Then I saw this image, taken
from the camera on the roundabout,

reflected in the window of a bus.
Those are our fucking plates!

Yes! Just been running it
through the data bank.

Caught on CCTV an hour ago,

entering an industrial estate
outside Leeds.

One full of lock-up garages.

Note the scuff mark.

Same black scuff mark as the vehicle
that snatched Britney.

You get on to Yorkshire,
Serious Crimes.

Tell them to get down
to those lock-up garages.

I'm gonna throw on some clothes,
and you, you're driving us to Leeds!

'And so it turns.

'Some killers think
they're cleverer than everyone

'and like to leave a few
breadcrumbs for us idiots.

'I don't care whether
it's by design, as part of the game,

'or by mistake.
I just hunt them down.

'I will never stop.'

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