Crime (2021) s01e06 Episode Script
Episode 6
WOMAN: It's your dad's funeral
tomorrow.
Were you and him close?
Tell me about him.
Your dad.
Football.
That was his first love.
1986.
The day that Hearts bottled it.
At Dens Park.
Me and Les were
You and Les.
Aye.
It was, er
It was the day before the match.
Gi' us a gam, then.
Dinnae be a fucking tease. No.
Why no? You said Come on!
I said no!
Dinnae be a fucking lesbo!
Get off me! Les!
Fuck are you doing, man?
WOMAN: 'Sorry, what's a "gam"?'
Fellatio.
What do you think made him
so aggressive?
Fuelled by shame, I suppose.
It's always the shame.
What happened
..that time in the tunnel.
What tunnel?
You believe that violence
is fuelled by shame?
Where else can it come fae?
HE SIGHS
He changed.
Les.
Before
..he was just a kid.
Playful
..happy.
Turned him into a bully.
HE SNIFFLES
These notepads seem popular.
I suppose so.
Where'd you get them?
Probably some
stationery trade catalogue.
Almost everything I say or do
ends up in these pages.
This tunnel,
is it something you want?
No.
No, I-I cannae talk about that
right now.
Another time maybe, yeah?
It turned Les into a bully.
What about you?
What did you become?
A cop who has to get back to work.
Is that all?
Les, what the fuck are you doing?
'We all get glimpses,
little fragments of memory,
'indicating how a life
went up in flames.'
Die, you bastard!
DOOR UNLOCKS
What's this we're getting now?
He does them compulsively.
50 push-up, 50 sit-ups.
Rarely stops.
Fitness junkie.
Is he ex-forces?
No, just the TA.
Classic finishing school
for inadequate perverts.
I used to be in the Terries.
Anyway, I've been going through
some old photos.
Turns out he's an ex fat boy.
Obviously bullied.
Well, you can't say that for sure.
No, no, no. Fat boys are there
to either bully or be bullied.
Sole purpose.
Thank you for that.
And then he's found some exercise
and diet plan -
raw meat, seeds, all that pish -
just about the time the bairns
started to vanish.
What are you saying?
Well, I'm not suggesting
that the diet turned him into
a nonce kidnapper,
but it's just a signifier
that he was getting ready
to wreak his revenge on the world.
Revenge for what?
For being a fat prick.
Fat boys are fat inside.
It doesn't matter
how much coral reef they shed.
And I ken how to hurt fat boys.
We've been going through his laptop,
but so far, there's nothing.
Not even porn sites.
Well, that's concerning.
Sex offenders
are generally unimaginative.
I mean, if he's constructing
his scenarios
from imaginative space, then that's
both novel and it's worrying.
It's not possible
that anyone could do
all that meticulous planning
inside their head, is it?
Of course, the yellow notebooks.
It's in the yellow notebooks,
all the planning. If we find them,
we find out what happened
to all those missing girls.
GARETH: Lovely morning.
Are you feeling better?
I was a little under the weather
yesterday.
That's putting it mildly.
Raymond Lennox,
master of the understatement.
The, erm, planning,
the-the-the dossiers you mentioned,
you've written it all down,
haven't you?
Where are they?
You'll find out soon enough.
But I assure you,
I am very meticulous.
Can you tell us where?
Sorry, DS Drummond,
but I'm not happy talking to a lass
unless I've got my hands
around her throat.
And then I become more
..expansive.
DS Drummond
leaving the interview room.
DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS
Of course.
Are these the kind of games
you played with your ex-wife?
These are obviously the kind of
games you play with your girlfriend.
How are you fixed for some squash?
Tomorrow lunchtime?
I've got a funeral tomorrow.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Anyone close?
Look, I know you and Estelle are -
or rather were - good friends.
You knew we were having,
I suppose you'd call it, an affair.
Ugh!
Yeah, but at least Estelle
had the decency to resign,
which is exactly what you should do!
You are a menace
to every single woman
in this office!
Yeah, that's right.
You're a fucking pish!
Arsehole!
You make our lives a fucking misery!
You see this? This is what happens
when you turn a blind eye.
WOMAN: Well done.
WOMAN: Can't tell you how many times
he's made me uncomfortable.
The ex, Mrs Horsburgh,
is she still around?
Yeah, same house, Headingly.
She was interviewed
as soon as we got word
you'd arrested him.
All mundane stuff, though.
Yeah, no kidding me.
Too many unanswered questions.
Ken, can you fix it
for me to meet her?
Tricky.
Yeah, I'll check her out, Ray.
Thanks.
Amanda! Amanda!
Hey, erm, I was just wondering,
could you ask Ray
if I could come down to Leeds
with you?
I just think it'd be
a really good experience.
Sorry, Peter Inglis is off sick,
so you're gonna have to work with
the IT expert
on Confectioner's laptop.
Oh, OK.
Here she is now. Sophie.
Sophie, Stuart, will look after you.
Won't you?
Yeah.
Hi, Stuart.
Hey.
Erm, yeah, come with me
and we'll get you settled in.
Hiya, Ray.
Ken. How you doing?
I'm all right. And who's this?
DS Drummond. Amanda.
Ken Custer.
Feel free to get all
the last stand jokes out of the way.
Like I said,
she is prepared to meet,
but she ain't too chuffed about it,
so you might have to
All right, Ken? Hey, how did
your Tinder date go last night?
Er, yeah, it went all right,
as it happens.
Seeing her again on Thursday.
So we have the prospect of a
Custer-fuck? Yeah?
Battle of Little Bighorn!
THEY LAUGH
I'll do the introductions,
then let you get on with it,
all right?
Erm, I divorced Gareth Horsburgh
years ago.
We're strangers to each other now.
Probably always were.
How was it when you were together?
Er, what do you expect me to say?
He was a boring, OCD civil servant.
There must have been
something about him, in your eyes.
Erm he wasn't
my previous boyfriend.
He wasn't an impulsive,
unstable drug addict,
so it was just a kind of classic
rebound scenario.
Did you instigate the split?
Yes.
How was he about it?
He was, erm
Yeah, he barely batted an eyelid,
actually. It was very humiliating.
He even helped me pack.
What was your sex life like
together?
I have spoken about this before.
We're sorry for the repetition,
but your husband kidnapped
and murdered several, possibly many,
girls and young women.
My ex-husband
of nearly 20 years ago.
Just when the girls
started to go missing.
What kind of sex did he like to have
with you? Describe it.
He l
He liked it when I was on top.
Really? A man whose prey profile
is younger, vulnerable women,
whose mentality
is stalk and take captive,
voluntarily cedes power to a woman
in that way?
You must be hard as nails.
No.
But he was always
like he was somewhere else.
So yeah, very distant.
But you've met him.
Yes. Why?
So you've seen how he looks
at women,
especially the pretty ones.
Did he have any problems
getting it up? A malformation?
Why is this relevant?
How a sex offender
approaches intercourse
can tell us a lot about his crimes
and his motivations.
This information
could become invaluable in court,
but before we even get there,
I need to charge him
with the deaths of what I estimate
to be at least 15 young lasses.
15?
You were admitted to hospital
on November the 3rd 2006,
February 23rd 2007 with injuries
consistent with strangulation -
marks to your neck,
eyelids haemorrhaged.
You said to police then
that he liked to practise
auto-asphyxiation on you.
It was the only way that
..you know, it would make him hard.
I didn't realise that he would
DOOR OPENS
Oh, there was a young guy
hanging around the stair.
I'm off duty, and that's not
my department, but I'll
He was looking through
your letterbox.
I didn't see much else.
He'd a hat and a hoodie.
Stu, Sophie, what's happening?
Did you find anything on the laptop?
There's nothing on it, Ray.
No notes, no pictures, no indication
that anything's been erased.
Must be a second laptop,
or a den with a PC.
Stu
Thanks, guys.
Keep at it.
See you tomorrow.
Sure.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
Ray.
Erm
..can I ask you something?
Aye.
About that new lassie, eh, Sophie?
No.
RAY CHUCKLES
Right, well, aye.
How did you know?
Well, I mean,
she's fit as a butcher's dog
and you're a young guy with a pulse,
and we're detectives.
It's just, I, erm
Look, you've had a lot of experience
with women, right?
Well, I've had
enough serious relationships
and a few flings.
You know, I, erm
I just get so shy when I'm around
someone I really like.
Right.
You must think I'm weird.
No. There's You know,
there's many paths up a mountain.
And maybe
you're over-thinking things.
Listen, I know this isnae
what you want to hear,
but having a girlfriend
isnae the be all and end all,
let me fucking tell you.
Just
Just be yourself.
Right.
'It's his funeral this afternoon.'
He was ill for so long, it was like
he was already in the spirit world.
You mentioned Dundee last time.
A football match.
Aye.
May, 1986.
CHANTING
'I was with my mates.
'Hearts had gone
27 games undefeated,
'and now, on the very last day
of the season,'
we were playing for the championship
in Dundee.
I mean, all we needed
was to not lose.
In fact, we could even afford
a narrow loss
'and still lift the flag.
'I suddenly felt guilty
I wasn't there with my dad.
'All those games he'd taken me to
as a kid.
'It was meant to be
the coronation of champions,
'but it all fell apart.
'Dundee scored twice
in the last seven minutes.
'Albert Kidd.
'Albert Kidd.
'My dad couldnae take it.
'I didn't even see him fall.
'Laid out on the pitch.
'I thought he was dead.
'It really was one of those
'things'll never
be the same again moments.
'My dad went from being
the big, strong man
'who worked on the railways
to frail, scared and old.'
In a few minutes, the world changed.
What do you mean?
It was the moment.
Like the
..crushing of the striking miners
by the British state at Orgreave.
Rangers and Celtic
had been challenged
by Aberdeen and Dundee United,
and now Hearts.
Well, they'd spent
to ensure that never happened again.
The flag was now purely
to be purchased,
with no clubs outside of Glasgow
having the cash to do this.
So it was emblematic of the primacy
of money over everything?
Aye.
The neoliberal order.
Football, music,
politics and people.
All just commodities
to be bought and sold.
And I've been very busy since.
You seem to strongly identify
with the victims of sexual abuse.
Well, it's my job.
Is it not your job to apprehend
the perpetrators of sex abuse?
Aye.
They aren't the same thing.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not
judging you negatively for caring.
Why do you do your job?
I have boundaries in my role
..like you do in yours.
That's our hour done.
Yeah.
I should say goodbye to Dad.
Hello.
What are you doing here?
I've got a new job,
here in Auld Reekie.
Thought I'd pop by.
Great.
How do you know where I live?
I just asked around.
Asked around?
Who did you ask around, Keith?
I thought we might
Yeah, I'm not that person any more.
Think you owe me a conversation
at least.
Can't just forget it, Amanda.
Don't push me, Keith.
Leave Edinburgh.
I'm not Leave your new job.
Come near me again
and I will fuck you up.
I will fucking kill you.
Do you hear me?
I will fucking kill you!
DOORBELL RINGS
Oh, Ray, my wee brother,
you know I've always loved you.
Oh!
Oh!
Come in.
No, no. I'm just gonnae, er
I'm just gonnae go for a wander.
What?
At least come and say hello to Mum.
I just need a bit of time alone, eh?
Oh, Ray!
Oh, my poor wee darling Raymondo.
It's OK, pal.
It's OK.
I'm just, er
I'll see you later, eh?
Here, if you're gonna exit
the freak show,
at least give us a fucking heads-up
so I can join you, eh?
I'll have what he's got.
Thought you were AA.
NA.
It's like AA minus God
with more creative types.
My AA branch
was full of old jakeballs
who literally had nothing in life
bar peeve.
I mean,
why wouldn't you get wrecked?
So, how goes?
Do you ever get the feeling
everything in life
is totally and irredeemably fucked?
Every time a casting director
tells me,
"Sorry, you're not quite right
for this part."
So, er, yeah,
about three times a week.
Cheers.
Oh, aye.
BOTH: Fancy a wee line of ching?
THEY CHUCKLE
Clear out of Dad's house
was embarrassing.
Found Dad's porn stash.
Thing is, poor old fucker
was probably using the porn
to get a root on. Told me he wasnae
able to get it up for years.
That's beyond shit. Poor bastard.
My cock wouldnae feel right without
an orifice wrapped around it.
Ah. We'd better nash.
Relax.
My mate's a driver.
He'll take us straight there.
I'll give him a call.
We should go with the official cars.
Oh, fuck that boring
ceremonial shite, all right?
I reserve the right to go my way,
rather than through conventions
deemed acceptable by society
Aye.
..guys.
Where are they?
Where are my boys?
They're on their way.
Stuart just texted.
Oh, here's Les,
your mind of Ray's old pal.
Hi, Jackie. Mrs Lennox.
Where's Raymie?
I wish I knew, Len.
I wish I knew.
Why don't we take you inside?
All right?
Mmm.
Gah.
We're cool. This shit's good.
Got it from the big man.
Fuck me, you're an annoying
little cunt, but I love you.
HE SNIFFS
Fuck me.
SNIFFING Ooh.
Are you two doing cocaine?
Der Trudemeister. Fancy a wee bump?
No.
ORGAN MUSIC
PLAYS QUIETLY
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS
Welcome.
We are gathered here
to mourn the passing
of John McNeil Lennox,
loving husband of Avril,
father of Jacqueline,
Raymond and Stuart,
grandad of Fraser and Murdo.
John was a family man who knew that
family and close relationships
were harbours of trust and loyalty.
Essential sanctuaries in a cruel,
turbulent sea of lies and treachery.
GENTLE WEEPING
AVRIL: 'Uncle Jock's
just using the toilet.'
STEAM IRON HISSES
All right, Ma.
Fuck.
Fuck's sake, Raymie,
thanks for leaving me
to talk to every wanker
rattled out of my nut on coke!
What's going on?
Are you not gonna talk to Mum?
Keep her the fuck away from me!
Eh? What?
Raymond, listen, I
Ray!
Trudi
The fuck's going on
with you and your mum?
It's your dad's funeral.
Exactly.
She kens. What are youse
even doing here, you sick bastards?!
What the fuck is going on?
That's our ma
and our dad's best mate!
I ken who the fucking creeps are!
Eh? You still using the toilet,
Uncle Jock, eh?
Eh?!
Ray!
I'll go.
Youse see to your ma, eh?
It's all down to me.
THE CHILDREN LAUGH
Mind when I got huckled
at Haymarket nick
for rowing at Tynie?
That was excruciating.
My mate pulled
for a football pagger.
Aye.
You ended up a cop,
me a football thug.
Definitely got the worst
of that deal.
You have to let this go.
The tunnel.
I mean, you had it worse than me,
but cannae get past it.
It fucked me up for years, Ray.
Got lifted all the time at football.
The reason I became a cop
was to find those bastards.
I wanted access
to the sex offenders databases.
I've been scouring them mugshots
for years.
Did you find them?
No.
It's like he vanished into thin air.
I havenae found them.
I'm stuck.
How do you get past it?
By investing in something
that means more to me
than my own life. Huh?
You got a nice girl back there.
Let it go.
Come on, mate.
Come back, huh?
Come back.
Just give me a few minutes, eh?
Aye.
HE SCREAMS
Ray! Ray!
Ray!
Raymie, for fuck's sake, man!
We need to get him to a hospital.
Oh, baby, what have you done?
Right
OK?
Hey.
You need to take one of these
for the pain,
one of these for the anxiety
I need to go to work.
No.
There you go.
There you go. All you need to do now
is go to sleep.
HE SNIFFLES
C C C
Confectioner, he he
..he never asked me.
He never
Asked you what?
Why. Asked me why.
You just need to sleep, Ray.
We can talk about it all later.
They got me.
I mean, not like they got Les,
but they got me.
I got away.
They got me.
HE CRIES
Where's Lennox?
On leave.
Huh.
First he was away,
now it's leave.
I didn't think I'd break him
so soon.
It's bereavement leave.
Oh. Oh, dear.
Well, it must be somebody close
if he's forgoing our little bouts.
So, you have no knowledge
of where you were
on April the 5th 2011
when Claire Gorman vanished?
First, they send in
a green young man
who needs a good feed
and a bit of rumpy-pumpy,
and now they expect me to tell all
to an irrelevant bull dyke.
You have no recollection
of where you were
on the 5th of April 2011?
Does this ring any bells?
Claire Gorman.
She was strangled
with her own tights.
Does it give you, er, ideas
for your lesbo group activities?
Look at it.
Claire Gorman.
She was a living,
breathing human being.
You look at it and tell me -
and be honest -
would you fuck her?
Eh?
BEEP, BUZZER
Masturbation injury?
Oh, sorry, you're probably not
in t'mood for jokes now, are you?
A funeral, I'm hearing.
I'm sure you wish me
as little distress as possible.
Where are the yellow notepads?
I have to confess
..to being a little hurt.
Really? Why?
Because you missed
my first starring appearance
on CCTV camera in Edinburgh.
Did I?
HE SNIFFLES
Did you hear that, DS Drummond?
That's the sound of your partner
squirming inside.
Is that what you hear, aye?
Sticks out a mile.
Your sinuses are jammed,
probably with cocaine
..the hangover fear
is crushing your bones,
and your piano-wire nerves
are stretched to breaking point.
You need days of sleep.
HE SNIFFLES
How did I miss your first
starring appearance on CCTV?
HE SIGHS
The night before I took her,
when she went with her mam
and her sister
to that grotty fast food place
Yeah, so what?
Well, it were easy to distract 'em.
'Tess were out of action
t'next day.'
SHE VOMITS
All right, darling? OK, sweetheart?
'So guess who had to walk to school
on her own the following morning.'
Shabby police work, Lennox.
Not thinking
to check the CCTV footage
from t'night before
her disappearance.
What kind of avenging angel are you?
Why Britney?
Why did it have to be her?
She was of no consequence.
If it weren't her,
it would've been somebody else.
I think
..that we've both experienced
a-a darkness
..that's consumed us.
I think it defines our lives,
you and me.
No.
Once the beast
gets his claws into you,
that's it, game over.
You burn with shame.
We are the same.
We just have
different coping mechanisms.
I can smell it off you.
A wretched, rotten, vile stench.
Got it all worked out,
haven't you, huh?
Eh?
SLAMS CHAIR DOWN
You've even got your wee philosophy
to justify your crimes, eh?
You replay it in your mind
over and over.
Do you fantasise
about your abuser hmm?
Don't tell me you don't get
that twinge in your balls
and feel the blood surge
into your cock.
And so you have to
..obliterate the memory, don't you,
with drink and drugs
and
..crime?
Is that what you think?
It's what I know.
And so do you.
I know what you want.
What do I want?
You want freedom.
You want the beast to let go.
You're living a half life, Lennox.
Searching for salvation.
There's no joy for you, is there?
When you're pumping
your girlfriend Trudi, is it?
..you're not really there, are you?
Are you? You're back with him,
feeling his touch on you.
And that's what gets you off,
in't it?
I'm not you.
Men like us, Ray,
we live in shame.
HE SNIFFLES
We're not the same.
And the only way
Ray
..to deal with it
is to seize back control.
Face it.
Face the beast.
Come on.
Come on.
Let it go. Just let it go.
Argh!
Uh!
That's it, that's it.
Just-just-just-just feel the shame,
Ray. Wallow in it.
Wallow on it.
Go on, let it take over you.
That's it, that's it.
That's it.
RAY SOBS
Once the beast's got his claw
into you, you're dead.
You look alive, but you might
as well be six feet under, eh?
Locked in there forever.
Buried alive.
HE SNIFFLES
Little Francesca Allen
..did you know it was her birthday
when I took her?
Course you did.
She still had, erm
..frosting on her lips.
She's out at Moseley Bog.
Alison Sturbridge
..she's at t'bottom
of Egerton Quarry.
DRUMMOND: You killed them?
Course I did. I killed them all.
Nula Andrews? Stacey Earnshaw?
Britney Hamil? Claire Gorman?
Hazel Lloyd?
There were 15 in total.
But at least I set 'em free.
I might've kidnapped the bodies,
but
..I set their souls free.
I didn't keep 'em alive
..so they could suffer the shame
and the indignity
that you go through
every fucking day.
TWO BEEPS
You know, you're wrong.
All this shit in your head,
in my head,
in the heads of
..of everyone out there.
It doesnae matter a fuck.
Only weak fools
succumb to negative impulses.
The only thing that matters
is how you behave
..and the choices that you make.
And you have made
..weakling's choices, Gareth.
And now you're about to face
the consequences of those.
You're on, Dougie.
We're deep in stoppage time.
You two, get to fuck!
You can't!
We're meant to be the good guys!
You watch
how a real policeman works.
I want a lawyer!
Fuck off!
I'll give you a fucking lawyer!
You'll get the same
that Britney Hamil got!
This is your fucking lawyer!
You have to put a stop to this.
'Argh!'
'Die, bastard!
'Bastard Confectioner!'
Argh!
Argh!
HE SCREAMS AND CHOKES
Nice work, Ray.
FAINT SCREAMING
Now, you go home.
I tried, Bob.
I tried to save those lasses.
Not another word!
You're on leave till further notice.
FAINT SCREAMING
Now, go!
FAINT STRUGGLING
DOOR CLOSES
HE GASPS
TRUDI: 'Is everything OK?'
No. But better than it could be, eh?
'Once you've stared evil
in the face, there's no coming back.
'You're standing in darkness
and the walls close in.
'Those walls of terror.'
tomorrow.
Were you and him close?
Tell me about him.
Your dad.
Football.
That was his first love.
1986.
The day that Hearts bottled it.
At Dens Park.
Me and Les were
You and Les.
Aye.
It was, er
It was the day before the match.
Gi' us a gam, then.
Dinnae be a fucking tease. No.
Why no? You said Come on!
I said no!
Dinnae be a fucking lesbo!
Get off me! Les!
Fuck are you doing, man?
WOMAN: 'Sorry, what's a "gam"?'
Fellatio.
What do you think made him
so aggressive?
Fuelled by shame, I suppose.
It's always the shame.
What happened
..that time in the tunnel.
What tunnel?
You believe that violence
is fuelled by shame?
Where else can it come fae?
HE SIGHS
He changed.
Les.
Before
..he was just a kid.
Playful
..happy.
Turned him into a bully.
HE SNIFFLES
These notepads seem popular.
I suppose so.
Where'd you get them?
Probably some
stationery trade catalogue.
Almost everything I say or do
ends up in these pages.
This tunnel,
is it something you want?
No.
No, I-I cannae talk about that
right now.
Another time maybe, yeah?
It turned Les into a bully.
What about you?
What did you become?
A cop who has to get back to work.
Is that all?
Les, what the fuck are you doing?
'We all get glimpses,
little fragments of memory,
'indicating how a life
went up in flames.'
Die, you bastard!
DOOR UNLOCKS
What's this we're getting now?
He does them compulsively.
50 push-up, 50 sit-ups.
Rarely stops.
Fitness junkie.
Is he ex-forces?
No, just the TA.
Classic finishing school
for inadequate perverts.
I used to be in the Terries.
Anyway, I've been going through
some old photos.
Turns out he's an ex fat boy.
Obviously bullied.
Well, you can't say that for sure.
No, no, no. Fat boys are there
to either bully or be bullied.
Sole purpose.
Thank you for that.
And then he's found some exercise
and diet plan -
raw meat, seeds, all that pish -
just about the time the bairns
started to vanish.
What are you saying?
Well, I'm not suggesting
that the diet turned him into
a nonce kidnapper,
but it's just a signifier
that he was getting ready
to wreak his revenge on the world.
Revenge for what?
For being a fat prick.
Fat boys are fat inside.
It doesn't matter
how much coral reef they shed.
And I ken how to hurt fat boys.
We've been going through his laptop,
but so far, there's nothing.
Not even porn sites.
Well, that's concerning.
Sex offenders
are generally unimaginative.
I mean, if he's constructing
his scenarios
from imaginative space, then that's
both novel and it's worrying.
It's not possible
that anyone could do
all that meticulous planning
inside their head, is it?
Of course, the yellow notebooks.
It's in the yellow notebooks,
all the planning. If we find them,
we find out what happened
to all those missing girls.
GARETH: Lovely morning.
Are you feeling better?
I was a little under the weather
yesterday.
That's putting it mildly.
Raymond Lennox,
master of the understatement.
The, erm, planning,
the-the-the dossiers you mentioned,
you've written it all down,
haven't you?
Where are they?
You'll find out soon enough.
But I assure you,
I am very meticulous.
Can you tell us where?
Sorry, DS Drummond,
but I'm not happy talking to a lass
unless I've got my hands
around her throat.
And then I become more
..expansive.
DS Drummond
leaving the interview room.
DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS
Of course.
Are these the kind of games
you played with your ex-wife?
These are obviously the kind of
games you play with your girlfriend.
How are you fixed for some squash?
Tomorrow lunchtime?
I've got a funeral tomorrow.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Anyone close?
Look, I know you and Estelle are -
or rather were - good friends.
You knew we were having,
I suppose you'd call it, an affair.
Ugh!
Yeah, but at least Estelle
had the decency to resign,
which is exactly what you should do!
You are a menace
to every single woman
in this office!
Yeah, that's right.
You're a fucking pish!
Arsehole!
You make our lives a fucking misery!
You see this? This is what happens
when you turn a blind eye.
WOMAN: Well done.
WOMAN: Can't tell you how many times
he's made me uncomfortable.
The ex, Mrs Horsburgh,
is she still around?
Yeah, same house, Headingly.
She was interviewed
as soon as we got word
you'd arrested him.
All mundane stuff, though.
Yeah, no kidding me.
Too many unanswered questions.
Ken, can you fix it
for me to meet her?
Tricky.
Yeah, I'll check her out, Ray.
Thanks.
Amanda! Amanda!
Hey, erm, I was just wondering,
could you ask Ray
if I could come down to Leeds
with you?
I just think it'd be
a really good experience.
Sorry, Peter Inglis is off sick,
so you're gonna have to work with
the IT expert
on Confectioner's laptop.
Oh, OK.
Here she is now. Sophie.
Sophie, Stuart, will look after you.
Won't you?
Yeah.
Hi, Stuart.
Hey.
Erm, yeah, come with me
and we'll get you settled in.
Hiya, Ray.
Ken. How you doing?
I'm all right. And who's this?
DS Drummond. Amanda.
Ken Custer.
Feel free to get all
the last stand jokes out of the way.
Like I said,
she is prepared to meet,
but she ain't too chuffed about it,
so you might have to
All right, Ken? Hey, how did
your Tinder date go last night?
Er, yeah, it went all right,
as it happens.
Seeing her again on Thursday.
So we have the prospect of a
Custer-fuck? Yeah?
Battle of Little Bighorn!
THEY LAUGH
I'll do the introductions,
then let you get on with it,
all right?
Erm, I divorced Gareth Horsburgh
years ago.
We're strangers to each other now.
Probably always were.
How was it when you were together?
Er, what do you expect me to say?
He was a boring, OCD civil servant.
There must have been
something about him, in your eyes.
Erm he wasn't
my previous boyfriend.
He wasn't an impulsive,
unstable drug addict,
so it was just a kind of classic
rebound scenario.
Did you instigate the split?
Yes.
How was he about it?
He was, erm
Yeah, he barely batted an eyelid,
actually. It was very humiliating.
He even helped me pack.
What was your sex life like
together?
I have spoken about this before.
We're sorry for the repetition,
but your husband kidnapped
and murdered several, possibly many,
girls and young women.
My ex-husband
of nearly 20 years ago.
Just when the girls
started to go missing.
What kind of sex did he like to have
with you? Describe it.
He l
He liked it when I was on top.
Really? A man whose prey profile
is younger, vulnerable women,
whose mentality
is stalk and take captive,
voluntarily cedes power to a woman
in that way?
You must be hard as nails.
No.
But he was always
like he was somewhere else.
So yeah, very distant.
But you've met him.
Yes. Why?
So you've seen how he looks
at women,
especially the pretty ones.
Did he have any problems
getting it up? A malformation?
Why is this relevant?
How a sex offender
approaches intercourse
can tell us a lot about his crimes
and his motivations.
This information
could become invaluable in court,
but before we even get there,
I need to charge him
with the deaths of what I estimate
to be at least 15 young lasses.
15?
You were admitted to hospital
on November the 3rd 2006,
February 23rd 2007 with injuries
consistent with strangulation -
marks to your neck,
eyelids haemorrhaged.
You said to police then
that he liked to practise
auto-asphyxiation on you.
It was the only way that
..you know, it would make him hard.
I didn't realise that he would
DOOR OPENS
Oh, there was a young guy
hanging around the stair.
I'm off duty, and that's not
my department, but I'll
He was looking through
your letterbox.
I didn't see much else.
He'd a hat and a hoodie.
Stu, Sophie, what's happening?
Did you find anything on the laptop?
There's nothing on it, Ray.
No notes, no pictures, no indication
that anything's been erased.
Must be a second laptop,
or a den with a PC.
Stu
Thanks, guys.
Keep at it.
See you tomorrow.
Sure.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
Ray.
Erm
..can I ask you something?
Aye.
About that new lassie, eh, Sophie?
No.
RAY CHUCKLES
Right, well, aye.
How did you know?
Well, I mean,
she's fit as a butcher's dog
and you're a young guy with a pulse,
and we're detectives.
It's just, I, erm
Look, you've had a lot of experience
with women, right?
Well, I've had
enough serious relationships
and a few flings.
You know, I, erm
I just get so shy when I'm around
someone I really like.
Right.
You must think I'm weird.
No. There's You know,
there's many paths up a mountain.
And maybe
you're over-thinking things.
Listen, I know this isnae
what you want to hear,
but having a girlfriend
isnae the be all and end all,
let me fucking tell you.
Just
Just be yourself.
Right.
'It's his funeral this afternoon.'
He was ill for so long, it was like
he was already in the spirit world.
You mentioned Dundee last time.
A football match.
Aye.
May, 1986.
CHANTING
'I was with my mates.
'Hearts had gone
27 games undefeated,
'and now, on the very last day
of the season,'
we were playing for the championship
in Dundee.
I mean, all we needed
was to not lose.
In fact, we could even afford
a narrow loss
'and still lift the flag.
'I suddenly felt guilty
I wasn't there with my dad.
'All those games he'd taken me to
as a kid.
'It was meant to be
the coronation of champions,
'but it all fell apart.
'Dundee scored twice
in the last seven minutes.
'Albert Kidd.
'Albert Kidd.
'My dad couldnae take it.
'I didn't even see him fall.
'Laid out on the pitch.
'I thought he was dead.
'It really was one of those
'things'll never
be the same again moments.
'My dad went from being
the big, strong man
'who worked on the railways
to frail, scared and old.'
In a few minutes, the world changed.
What do you mean?
It was the moment.
Like the
..crushing of the striking miners
by the British state at Orgreave.
Rangers and Celtic
had been challenged
by Aberdeen and Dundee United,
and now Hearts.
Well, they'd spent
to ensure that never happened again.
The flag was now purely
to be purchased,
with no clubs outside of Glasgow
having the cash to do this.
So it was emblematic of the primacy
of money over everything?
Aye.
The neoliberal order.
Football, music,
politics and people.
All just commodities
to be bought and sold.
And I've been very busy since.
You seem to strongly identify
with the victims of sexual abuse.
Well, it's my job.
Is it not your job to apprehend
the perpetrators of sex abuse?
Aye.
They aren't the same thing.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not
judging you negatively for caring.
Why do you do your job?
I have boundaries in my role
..like you do in yours.
That's our hour done.
Yeah.
I should say goodbye to Dad.
Hello.
What are you doing here?
I've got a new job,
here in Auld Reekie.
Thought I'd pop by.
Great.
How do you know where I live?
I just asked around.
Asked around?
Who did you ask around, Keith?
I thought we might
Yeah, I'm not that person any more.
Think you owe me a conversation
at least.
Can't just forget it, Amanda.
Don't push me, Keith.
Leave Edinburgh.
I'm not Leave your new job.
Come near me again
and I will fuck you up.
I will fucking kill you.
Do you hear me?
I will fucking kill you!
DOORBELL RINGS
Oh, Ray, my wee brother,
you know I've always loved you.
Oh!
Oh!
Come in.
No, no. I'm just gonnae, er
I'm just gonnae go for a wander.
What?
At least come and say hello to Mum.
I just need a bit of time alone, eh?
Oh, Ray!
Oh, my poor wee darling Raymondo.
It's OK, pal.
It's OK.
I'm just, er
I'll see you later, eh?
Here, if you're gonna exit
the freak show,
at least give us a fucking heads-up
so I can join you, eh?
I'll have what he's got.
Thought you were AA.
NA.
It's like AA minus God
with more creative types.
My AA branch
was full of old jakeballs
who literally had nothing in life
bar peeve.
I mean,
why wouldn't you get wrecked?
So, how goes?
Do you ever get the feeling
everything in life
is totally and irredeemably fucked?
Every time a casting director
tells me,
"Sorry, you're not quite right
for this part."
So, er, yeah,
about three times a week.
Cheers.
Oh, aye.
BOTH: Fancy a wee line of ching?
THEY CHUCKLE
Clear out of Dad's house
was embarrassing.
Found Dad's porn stash.
Thing is, poor old fucker
was probably using the porn
to get a root on. Told me he wasnae
able to get it up for years.
That's beyond shit. Poor bastard.
My cock wouldnae feel right without
an orifice wrapped around it.
Ah. We'd better nash.
Relax.
My mate's a driver.
He'll take us straight there.
I'll give him a call.
We should go with the official cars.
Oh, fuck that boring
ceremonial shite, all right?
I reserve the right to go my way,
rather than through conventions
deemed acceptable by society
Aye.
..guys.
Where are they?
Where are my boys?
They're on their way.
Stuart just texted.
Oh, here's Les,
your mind of Ray's old pal.
Hi, Jackie. Mrs Lennox.
Where's Raymie?
I wish I knew, Len.
I wish I knew.
Why don't we take you inside?
All right?
Mmm.
Gah.
We're cool. This shit's good.
Got it from the big man.
Fuck me, you're an annoying
little cunt, but I love you.
HE SNIFFS
Fuck me.
SNIFFING Ooh.
Are you two doing cocaine?
Der Trudemeister. Fancy a wee bump?
No.
ORGAN MUSIC
PLAYS QUIETLY
ORGAN MUSIC PLAYS
Welcome.
We are gathered here
to mourn the passing
of John McNeil Lennox,
loving husband of Avril,
father of Jacqueline,
Raymond and Stuart,
grandad of Fraser and Murdo.
John was a family man who knew that
family and close relationships
were harbours of trust and loyalty.
Essential sanctuaries in a cruel,
turbulent sea of lies and treachery.
GENTLE WEEPING
AVRIL: 'Uncle Jock's
just using the toilet.'
STEAM IRON HISSES
All right, Ma.
Fuck.
Fuck's sake, Raymie,
thanks for leaving me
to talk to every wanker
rattled out of my nut on coke!
What's going on?
Are you not gonna talk to Mum?
Keep her the fuck away from me!
Eh? What?
Raymond, listen, I
Ray!
Trudi
The fuck's going on
with you and your mum?
It's your dad's funeral.
Exactly.
She kens. What are youse
even doing here, you sick bastards?!
What the fuck is going on?
That's our ma
and our dad's best mate!
I ken who the fucking creeps are!
Eh? You still using the toilet,
Uncle Jock, eh?
Eh?!
Ray!
I'll go.
Youse see to your ma, eh?
It's all down to me.
THE CHILDREN LAUGH
Mind when I got huckled
at Haymarket nick
for rowing at Tynie?
That was excruciating.
My mate pulled
for a football pagger.
Aye.
You ended up a cop,
me a football thug.
Definitely got the worst
of that deal.
You have to let this go.
The tunnel.
I mean, you had it worse than me,
but cannae get past it.
It fucked me up for years, Ray.
Got lifted all the time at football.
The reason I became a cop
was to find those bastards.
I wanted access
to the sex offenders databases.
I've been scouring them mugshots
for years.
Did you find them?
No.
It's like he vanished into thin air.
I havenae found them.
I'm stuck.
How do you get past it?
By investing in something
that means more to me
than my own life. Huh?
You got a nice girl back there.
Let it go.
Come on, mate.
Come back, huh?
Come back.
Just give me a few minutes, eh?
Aye.
HE SCREAMS
Ray! Ray!
Ray!
Raymie, for fuck's sake, man!
We need to get him to a hospital.
Oh, baby, what have you done?
Right
OK?
Hey.
You need to take one of these
for the pain,
one of these for the anxiety
I need to go to work.
No.
There you go.
There you go. All you need to do now
is go to sleep.
HE SNIFFLES
C C C
Confectioner, he he
..he never asked me.
He never
Asked you what?
Why. Asked me why.
You just need to sleep, Ray.
We can talk about it all later.
They got me.
I mean, not like they got Les,
but they got me.
I got away.
They got me.
HE CRIES
Where's Lennox?
On leave.
Huh.
First he was away,
now it's leave.
I didn't think I'd break him
so soon.
It's bereavement leave.
Oh. Oh, dear.
Well, it must be somebody close
if he's forgoing our little bouts.
So, you have no knowledge
of where you were
on April the 5th 2011
when Claire Gorman vanished?
First, they send in
a green young man
who needs a good feed
and a bit of rumpy-pumpy,
and now they expect me to tell all
to an irrelevant bull dyke.
You have no recollection
of where you were
on the 5th of April 2011?
Does this ring any bells?
Claire Gorman.
She was strangled
with her own tights.
Does it give you, er, ideas
for your lesbo group activities?
Look at it.
Claire Gorman.
She was a living,
breathing human being.
You look at it and tell me -
and be honest -
would you fuck her?
Eh?
BEEP, BUZZER
Masturbation injury?
Oh, sorry, you're probably not
in t'mood for jokes now, are you?
A funeral, I'm hearing.
I'm sure you wish me
as little distress as possible.
Where are the yellow notepads?
I have to confess
..to being a little hurt.
Really? Why?
Because you missed
my first starring appearance
on CCTV camera in Edinburgh.
Did I?
HE SNIFFLES
Did you hear that, DS Drummond?
That's the sound of your partner
squirming inside.
Is that what you hear, aye?
Sticks out a mile.
Your sinuses are jammed,
probably with cocaine
..the hangover fear
is crushing your bones,
and your piano-wire nerves
are stretched to breaking point.
You need days of sleep.
HE SNIFFLES
How did I miss your first
starring appearance on CCTV?
HE SIGHS
The night before I took her,
when she went with her mam
and her sister
to that grotty fast food place
Yeah, so what?
Well, it were easy to distract 'em.
'Tess were out of action
t'next day.'
SHE VOMITS
All right, darling? OK, sweetheart?
'So guess who had to walk to school
on her own the following morning.'
Shabby police work, Lennox.
Not thinking
to check the CCTV footage
from t'night before
her disappearance.
What kind of avenging angel are you?
Why Britney?
Why did it have to be her?
She was of no consequence.
If it weren't her,
it would've been somebody else.
I think
..that we've both experienced
a-a darkness
..that's consumed us.
I think it defines our lives,
you and me.
No.
Once the beast
gets his claws into you,
that's it, game over.
You burn with shame.
We are the same.
We just have
different coping mechanisms.
I can smell it off you.
A wretched, rotten, vile stench.
Got it all worked out,
haven't you, huh?
Eh?
SLAMS CHAIR DOWN
You've even got your wee philosophy
to justify your crimes, eh?
You replay it in your mind
over and over.
Do you fantasise
about your abuser hmm?
Don't tell me you don't get
that twinge in your balls
and feel the blood surge
into your cock.
And so you have to
..obliterate the memory, don't you,
with drink and drugs
and
..crime?
Is that what you think?
It's what I know.
And so do you.
I know what you want.
What do I want?
You want freedom.
You want the beast to let go.
You're living a half life, Lennox.
Searching for salvation.
There's no joy for you, is there?
When you're pumping
your girlfriend Trudi, is it?
..you're not really there, are you?
Are you? You're back with him,
feeling his touch on you.
And that's what gets you off,
in't it?
I'm not you.
Men like us, Ray,
we live in shame.
HE SNIFFLES
We're not the same.
And the only way
Ray
..to deal with it
is to seize back control.
Face it.
Face the beast.
Come on.
Come on.
Let it go. Just let it go.
Argh!
Uh!
That's it, that's it.
Just-just-just-just feel the shame,
Ray. Wallow in it.
Wallow on it.
Go on, let it take over you.
That's it, that's it.
That's it.
RAY SOBS
Once the beast's got his claw
into you, you're dead.
You look alive, but you might
as well be six feet under, eh?
Locked in there forever.
Buried alive.
HE SNIFFLES
Little Francesca Allen
..did you know it was her birthday
when I took her?
Course you did.
She still had, erm
..frosting on her lips.
She's out at Moseley Bog.
Alison Sturbridge
..she's at t'bottom
of Egerton Quarry.
DRUMMOND: You killed them?
Course I did. I killed them all.
Nula Andrews? Stacey Earnshaw?
Britney Hamil? Claire Gorman?
Hazel Lloyd?
There were 15 in total.
But at least I set 'em free.
I might've kidnapped the bodies,
but
..I set their souls free.
I didn't keep 'em alive
..so they could suffer the shame
and the indignity
that you go through
every fucking day.
TWO BEEPS
You know, you're wrong.
All this shit in your head,
in my head,
in the heads of
..of everyone out there.
It doesnae matter a fuck.
Only weak fools
succumb to negative impulses.
The only thing that matters
is how you behave
..and the choices that you make.
And you have made
..weakling's choices, Gareth.
And now you're about to face
the consequences of those.
You're on, Dougie.
We're deep in stoppage time.
You two, get to fuck!
You can't!
We're meant to be the good guys!
You watch
how a real policeman works.
I want a lawyer!
Fuck off!
I'll give you a fucking lawyer!
You'll get the same
that Britney Hamil got!
This is your fucking lawyer!
You have to put a stop to this.
'Argh!'
'Die, bastard!
'Bastard Confectioner!'
Argh!
Argh!
HE SCREAMS AND CHOKES
Nice work, Ray.
FAINT SCREAMING
Now, you go home.
I tried, Bob.
I tried to save those lasses.
Not another word!
You're on leave till further notice.
FAINT SCREAMING
Now, go!
FAINT STRUGGLING
DOOR CLOSES
HE GASPS
TRUDI: 'Is everything OK?'
No. But better than it could be, eh?
'Once you've stared evil
in the face, there's no coming back.
'You're standing in darkness
and the walls close in.
'Those walls of terror.'