Crime (2021) s02e03 Episode Script

Carving on his chest reads
"A strange case number two".
This killer is using Durie's death
to make a statement.
My father bled compassion,
Inspector, have some respect.
Yet he was brutally murdered
and displayed.
You don't think Gayle attacked
Piggott-Wilkins?
Read her as mixed-up,
not dangerous.
'Eh-up, Lennox.
'Long time, no see.'
There's been a leak about me.
I'm very disappointed in you,
Lennox.
Why would I give a fuck about who
wants to tell your fucking story?!
'Perhaps I am offering you
some very sweet inducements.'
Hazel Lloyd.
'Some things grow within you
and never leave.
'Events and emotions that, no matter
how you try to confront them,
'will always have you by the balls.'
'We're building a safe world,
where we can come to no harm,
'but as we strive to eliminate
physical threat,
'we create conditions
for insidious mental breakdown.'
You don't have an appointment.
This is becoming a habit, Ray.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
It's inappropriate. I
I could go.
What's brought you here?
I, er
I put my hand through
the powdered skull of a dead child,
one Confectioner put into a well.
How can you adequately dispense
justice for such heinous crimes?
All my life, I've been asking myself
that question.
I need to go,
I have a client waiting.
If you still need to talk,
come back tonight.
Your money's on the table.
I detest you
more than you could ever know.
That's hate-fucking.
If we'd have kent that,
we would have charged you more.
Please
..use the money sensibly
for society's benefit.
Massively overdose
on the most toxic poison imaginable.
Ah, we're working on it.
Shit! Agh!
Get off!
You fuckin' evil little pansy!
What is this? Enough!
That fucking weirdo
almost bit my fucking ear off!
His ear?!
What is fucking wrong with you?
He's a meatheaded bully
and she always takes his side.
And he fucking smells.
His feet, his socks, they're vile.
I wanna stay here.
For a few days, that's all.
Brilliant.
Thanks, Uncle Ray.
But I'm gonna have to tell your mum
you're here, eh?
Aye.
Aye.
Ray?
Are you OK?
Um
Pathologist confirmed.
The second girl was Ellie McIntyre.
She's not historically associated
with a Confectioner case.
Ray, that's not what I asked.
Are YOU OK?
It was like I was
It was like I was right back there,
with the Confectioner.
You know, instant recall.
You found two more girls, Ray.
Two more families get to lay
their loved ones to rest.
For fuck's sake,
think of the positives here.
There's no positives.
The media are going crazy
about this. I'll handle it.
You've got to get your head back
inside this case.
Thanks.
Hey, hey.
Where are we, in this case?
Well, we've got nothing of any use
for victim number one.
Victim number two's dead.
Who knows when victim number three's
gonna turn up.
I'm really struggling
to keep my head in the game, boss.
Well, unfortunately,
we've no choice.
That is the nature of the game.
OK. The tape?
The one you spitefully sent to
my girlfriend?
Yeah, the tape.
I wasn't in a good place back then.
My dad was seriously ill and
People suffer bereavements
without sending sex tapes to people.
Let's look forward.
How many copies?
One.
I erased mine.
Cressida didn't erase hers.
Gets off on it, does she?
No.
She's a religious girl
and she's hurt. Sure.
Matthew, 7:15 -
Beware of false prophets, which
come to you in sheep's clothing.
We want to leave all this behind us
and get away.
We've decided to do VSO work
in Senegal.
Let me guess - to do that,
you need money, right?
You caused a lot of pain.
Threatening us, stalking us.
Cressida wants compensated.
You made that sex tape willingly.
But you sent it to my girlfriend
without my consent.
That's a crime, Amanda.
You're a criminal.
Have you watched it?
Properly watched it?
Of course not.
You should.
You come off very well,
especially when I do that thing
you like.
We didn't do the thing on the tape.
So, you have watched it.
Maybe, once.
Ages ago.
I have another one where we do.
You were begging me
Cress warned me you'd be like this -
still trying to lead me astray.
Come on, Keith. Where have you gone?
Back to the Church.
Every other sin a person commits
is outside the body,
but the sexually immoral person
sins against her own body.
Fuck you.
And fuck your Church!
There's no reason
for this to ruin your career.
Think about it.
Don't take too long.
Things badly need sorted out here,
at Serious Crime.
You know it, I know it.
You're the man to do it, Tommy.
Better communication
between Serious Crime and Vice.
Taskforces
with other constabularies.
Autonomy for units
instead of checking in with Control
every five minutes.
Tech-savvy sorts, like youse.
It's a shame Dougie
cannae be with us.
What the fuck are you trying to say?
Just spit it out.
It's. A. Shame.
Dougie. Cannae. Be. With. Us.
Why do you need
to make that sort of comment
every time
I walk in a fucking room?!
I was'nae aware I did.
Think that might be
your conscience talking.
Fuck you, Stark!
You are worse than Gillman. Worse!
You don't know what he's like!
Briefing. Now!
We have two victims.
One was attacked in a hotel room
and MI5 are covering it up.
The second was killed
and displayed in his community
that he served for years.
Both slashed in the groin area.
Allegedly.
Yes, allegedly.
We also have a killer
who is communicating with us,
but who we can't track down.
He says he's motivated by
correcting injustices.
Injustices.
And we've got a fucking leak.
One of youse
is releasing information
about the Confectioner case
and when I find out who,
I will not fuckin' miss ya.
What have you all got?
Ray, I'm
You've got nothing.
We can't even tap the only witness
who can help us solve this case,
because, apparently,
protecting the reputation of the few
is more important than solving m
..homicides.
Not tae us.
I need you all to listen carefully.
This should be fairly simple.
We need to connect these victims
to find the motive
and thus the killer.
Tommy, Norrie, go down
to the gathering for Doctor Durie.
Find out what you can
from the community. Community.
This repeating
the last word people say
is getting fuckin' tiring.
Oh, my God,
the killer's online again.
He's hacked hold
of Edinburgh businesses on socials.
Ray, I need you to look online,
right now.
Journalist contact
called about a breaking story.
Several websites have been hacked
by anti-Establishment messages
and "the bloody Filth",
as someone's put up
on the Women's Institute website,
and the Cat Protection League.
What the fuck is going on?!
Gill, I need your help.
Yeah, of course.
What is it?
Erm
It's a personal matter.
I need to
..get rid of something
on someone's cloud.
You know what you're asking.
Yeah.
And
..if I don't do this,
then I'm finished here.
Well, we can't have that.
I forgot about that one.
He's such a wanker.
This is really quite special.
'Wait, just let me get my leg'
How did you get your leg up
like that?
Yeah.
Yeah, we did make quite a few,
but I only sent him the one
and they're using it
to blackmail me.
The fucking shite.
He can't get away with
sex shaming you.
Sex tapes are always weaponised
against women.
I'm not ashamed.
A guy wouldn't be ashamed,
why should I be?
I once stole all my ex's socks
when I moved out.
Yep.
I've got no idea why I did that.
Oh, I might've fucked
the promotion opportunity.
I shouldn't have given him
this much power.
Right, that's it. I've deleted them,
but he could have these videos
saved on multiple devices.
Deleting the cloud
might not have done any good.
You can't keep letting them
hold this over you.
I know.
Ah, what's the point
in this?
A load of religious nonsense.
Load of pish, mate.
When you're dead, you're dead, eh?
Told you that Lennox
was cracked in the head.
Accusing one of us
of leaking information?!
This Durie voluntarily hung around
for 50 years?
Aye, each to their own.
Deserved to get fucked-up for that.
I'd have give one of my baws
to get out of here.
What they hitting? Update!
Someone has just left a review
of the type of blade that
was allegedly used to kill Durie.
An Arabian scimitar.
It's like a long knife.
Show us.
"Solid quality.
"Scares the shit out of them and
gives a clean cut with limited mess.
"Grip could be better,
"but it did go in like a treat
when I plunged the bastard."
Ray, there's a message
on your leaked skull thread.
"Who will be hashtag three?"
Any one of these people who've
been hacked could be the target.
Planning to kill again.
I shared my father
with every one of you.
I wish he'd been more selfish,
because someone in this room,
somebody he helped and fought for,
someone he thought of as a friend
It killed him.
That's Durie's receptionist.
So, he was a good man, aye?
Huh?
Yes, he was.
The very best of men.
And yet, he ended up
swinging from a lamp-post?
You were with him for a while?
Anything between youse two?
What are you inferring?
Any rumpy-pumpy?
Come on, dunnae go all prissy.
We're cops. We have to investigate
relationships.
He was not that kind of man.
Was he cowping anybody else,
to your knowledge?
If he was that liked
in the community,
there might well have been some
younger Tony Hatch knocking about.
He would never
Never say never when it comes to
the murky waters of male sexuality.
Piggott-Wilkins
is as connected as it gets.
So was his father.
He died ten years ago.
Recorded as a suicide,
but found wi'
substances in his system.
Don't you think it's a bit irregular
that the report doesn't list
the substances?
Cat's out the bag now.
Threat to public safety.
Use this.
Amanda. Where are we going?
Can't sit around waiting for him
to kill someone else, can we?
And then he got the MBE.
Ah, there was a bit of a kerfuffle
around that.
Oh, aye?
Someone vandalised the surgery.
Something to do with malpractice.
The family threatened him,
the doctor!
Said they'd ruin him.
Then what happened?
I came in to find excrement
daubed on the walls.
It was horrible.
And someone had written "fake"
on the wall,
in their own S-H-I-T.
The guilt ate away at him,
until the day he died.
Who could've thought he was a fake?
We need a name.
You've had more than enough.
Aye.
Aye.
You should've spoken to me first,
about the leak.
Confectioner?
You're right.
Everything all right?
Nothing I can't handle.
You sure this is a good idea?
No.
Come on.
Fraser?
I thought he lived alone?
Trudi must've left it.
We understand your need
to advance this crime, Lennox,
but we have this in hand.
That's all we have to say
on the matter.
Are you saying you won't let
the Detective Inspector
ask questions of a witness
that could protect
a member of the public?
Are you saying the privacy
and protection of one person
is more important than the safety
of the people of this city?
What I'm saying, DI Drummond,
is that we have this in hand
and you and DI Lennox
are insubordinately jeopardising
your careers by even being here.
Piggott-Wilkins senior.
Ten years ago.
Who puts the word "substances"
in a pathology report?
Ask the pathologist.
Long deceased.
Wonder who got to him, eh?
Hm, before my time.
Yeah, you prefer to protect
the present Piggott-Wilkins.
Why's he so important?
You wouldn't wanna do my job,
Lennox.
There are some people
who pull the levers of power
and they have to be protected
at all costs.
The less the public know,
the better.
Who gives a fuck
what those idiots think?
They might be interested
to hear this.
Carry on.
What do you think you're doing?
This is released,
unless you give me the location
of Piggott-Wilkins.
I'm gonna give you
..30 seconds to make your decision.
So?
Sophie's working on the breakdown
of voluntary organisations
to find out which sectors
are being targeted most.
What's the story
with you and Sophie?
Well, there is no real story.
Are you involved with someone else?
I didn't say that!
Hey? I've got a breakdown of
the voluntary organisations hacked.
Thanks.
Thanks.
DI Lennox.
DI Drummond.
Must've been frustrating.
Hm?
The great love you had for him.
But his own only ever going to
this place.
He was devoted to the community.
He didnae look at you the way a man
should look at a beautiful woman.
What?
What are you saying?
He. Did. Not. Look. At. You.
The. Way. A. Man. Should. Look.
At. A. Beautiful. Woman.
You can't say that to me.
I'm old enough to be your mother.
No, you're not.
You're old enough
to be my lover.
I'm saying no more.
You're wasting my time.
The person who did this to you
has killed a man.
More lives are in danger.
We've got plenty to talk about.
Your attacker's
already claimed responsibility
in an email to the police.
This story is not going to go away
until they've been caught.
You're hashtag one, right?
Did you see the face of the person
that did this to you?
His face was covered.
And I'd been drugged.
Was he alone?
There was a girl.
Who was the girl?
How would I know?
She was bought and paid for.
How did you find her?
I'm afraid that's covered by
the Official Secrets Act.
Can you describe her for us?
She was just a girl.
"Just a girl?"
Like the others
you entertained here?
Like Gayle?
And was this girl
involved in the attack?
You don't notice these things
when someone's swinging a ceremonial
scimitar at you, Officer.
Does the name William Durie
mean anything to you?
Should it?
This house that we're in,
this is the house where your father
met his untimely end.
What has my father
got to do with this?
I think you're clutching at straws
now.
Don't you?
This Establishment nonsense
has wasted our fucking time.
Piggott-Wilkins' protection
is irrelevant.
We've been trying to unravel
layers of bureaucracy
when we could've been
solving this case.
Inspector Lennox?
Moira Gulliver.
I know your sister.
And you know my brother.
I knew both of your victims.
You knew William Durie and
Christopher Piggott-Wilkins well?
Well, our fathers were friends.
We all grew up together.
We didn't live near them,
but we would holiday together,
once or twice a year.
Do you know why someone
would want them dead?
Of course not.
They were just boys then.
Willie
never fit in with the lads.
He was too kind for his own good.
Porky could be cruel - the joke was
always at someone else's expense.
And Richie, well
..he was always
trying to prove himself.
Harmless, really.
But then, you know my brother,
Inspector.
There's talk of a third victim.
Don't let anything happen to him,
Ray.
Well, what do you want?
We believe
there's a threat to your life.
It's connected to
the attempted murder
of Christopher Piggott-Wilkins
and the murder of William Durie.
We have to take it seriously.
Touched by your concern,
my name is Ray,
or DI Lennox, delete as appropriate.
But I haven't seen
either of those men for years.
Well, I see Porky at the occasional
Civil Service bash, but
Why would someone want them dead?
I don't know,
but I've nothing to hide.
The light has been shed
on all my darkness.
Try it, Ray,
it's incredibly liberating.
Then maybe keep a low profile.
I'm giving the speech
of my fucking career today.
I'm asking you
not to give the speech.
No way.
Besides, I'm well protected
by conscientious public servants,
like yourself, am I not?
My only concern is for your safety.
Well, I'm concerned about that too.
But I am giving my speech.
So, please, make sure
no psychotic malcontents disrupt me.
I didn't expect this to happen.
No.
I've been lonely
since Chris walked out.
Do you want to go to my place?
You'll never know how much.
But I can't.
I'm on duty.
But what I am gonna do
..is I'm gonna come to you
when I'm finished.
And do you know what's gonna happen?
What?
I'm gonna kiss these lips.
I am trying to help you, believe me,
but I need you to help yourself.
Good at that one way, not so good
in other ways, unfortunately.
One man has life-changing injuries,
another is dead.
We know that there's a third target.
Is there any reason
that might be you?
Something that happened involving
Piggott-Wilkins and Durie.
Which one of us does not have
pesky skeletons in their cupboard?
But I trust you
to get to the bottom of it,
Detective Inspector Lennox.
You're not fuckin' dying
on my watch!
Thank you, my name is Ray,
I appreciate that.
I really do believe all this,
you know?
It's modern politics.
You have to blow things
out of all proportion
to get your voice heard.
The truth is, nobody in this country
is looking after anything
but their own interests.
I genuinely believe
that we can be great again.
You know, your sister described you
as harmless.
She's right.
You're a fuckin' fascist.
Thank you!
Thank you.
When I first entered politics,
they asked me why.
Why would any sensible person
delve into this cesspit?
You've delved into enough cesspits
in your time!
The reason, in one word?
Britain.
Because of what this country
once was,
because of what it has become.
I will chart the course
to make this country great again.
You're a Nazi!
So So
So, here they are,
the real Nazi rent-a-mob,
with their attacks on free speech.
Nazi!
And they make their own point
for us,
do they not, ladies and gentlemen?
That you can be a total cock
and an absolute fanny.
Where this country once had pride,
we built an empire,
swatting away the puny resistance
of feeble natives.
We took what our brains,
power and technology entitled us to.
Nobody back then,
there was no whining, insipid voices
in the background, niggled away,
telling us, "You can't do this,
"you mustn't do that",
because we knew
we were the United Kingdom.
The message was then,
as it has to be once again,
well, I'm sorry,
my coloured cousins,
my Paddy pals, my squeamish,
yellow-bellied chums.
We do what the fuck we like.
Die, you bastard!
Argh!
Oh, my God.
No, get off me, stop!
Thank you, Ray.
The bloke had murder in his eyes.
It appears that your vigilance
was not unwarranted after all.
Thank you, Officer, er
I didn't get your name.
Let me go, you f
It looks like you have the culprit,
so kindly leave so I may continue.
There is a war approaching.
We British like the sound
of that word, don't we? War.
Because we've been denied
the opportunity of our forefathers.
The thrill of combat
for the poor man.
The opportunity for conquest
of the rich man.
This is who we are.
We're heading back.
You stay with Gulliver.
Surely we could just leave
a couple of uniforms?
Do not let that creepy psychopath
out of your sight.
The public attack - do you think
this is his curtain call, Ray?
I'm not your man.
Stark.
You don't see women, do you?
I see you sister.
I see a nasty, spiteful wee whore
who'll do anything,
stomp anyone into the ground,
to get to where she wants to be.
I'm a dyed-in-the-wool,
unreconstructed feminist.
Deal with it.
Oh, I'm dealing wi' it all right.
You can rest assured.
You don't agree with
Richie Gulliver's politics, do you?
Agree with the views of a Nazi?
Only a fucking idiot
or a bigot would.
So, what was the plan?
You were gonna kill him?
The knife wasn't for decoration.
Sophie's asked me to go camping
with her.
Looking forward to it?
Well, yes, er
Yes.
I hope you're a wee bit more
convincing once you get there.
It's just that I've no experience
with lassies.
Like, I've had my whole
..made love to a girl before.
Oh, right.
I don't know what to do.
I can't ask the boys at work.
You know what Stark and Erskine
are like.
Ray's never around.
You have got experience,
like, with women.
I'm in a bit of a niche market.
Tell me So, tell me how would you
make love to another woman?
Fuck's sake, shut up, Struthers!
LAUGHTER
What about Piggott-Wilkins
and Durie?
And who the fuck are they?
Hashtag one and two.
I've never seen them before
in my life.
So Gulliver isnae number three?
No. He's a fascist
and he deserves to die.
I've got six months to live.
Killing him would be
the most meaningful act of my life.
So, you're a righteous warrior
who thinks it's OK to take the law
into his own hands?
You say you despise Gulliver,
but you're just another entitled man
cut from the same fucking cloth!
Typical police.
Got it in for those who want to try
and dampen down class politics.
If I had more time
..there are other targets
on my list.
Think it's fairly obvious
he's not our guy.
I was unprofessional in there.
I don't know what came over me.
Happens. We work in extreme
circumstances
with twisted, evil bastards.
This is the job.
It's not the job, Ray. We have
systems, rules and procedures.
It's you that's been fucking me up
with all this emotional shit.
I just wanna do my job.
Shall I book him for the knife?
Aye and gie him a fucking medal.
Ray, your sister's back again.
This time,
she's got your mum with her.
Oh.
Do you no have work to go to?
I ken you've no.
How is he, Ray?
Is he making a pest of himself?
Look, Fraser is fine,
he's a good kid.
He's been no problem at all.
Just let me get on with my job.
What's the problem, Ray?
I'm worried about you.
You're my son, Raymond.
When are we gonna sort this out?
There's nothing tae sort out.
Can you no understand?
I don't want to talk to you.
Please, I'm at my work.
Just fucking go.
Go!
I would like to ask you
a question, Mr Gulliver.
One moment, please.
Are you a racist,
Mr Gulliver?
Any updates, Officer?
Er, no. Nothing yet.
Sir.
Stand back, please.
You spread toxicity in politics.
Racial assaults, trans batterings,
all increase after your speeches.
How does that make you feel?
Well, those are crimes
and I suggest you speak to
the perpetrators of them.
But you have captured
the imagination
of a broad range
of the British public.
Shouldn't have agreed to go.
She'll have expectations.
It'll be fine.
It won't be fine. I'm a freak!
Don't say that!
I, honestly, I don't think
this is gonna make any difference.
Sophie likes you for your big
..brain.
If she laughs at me,
I don't think I can handle it.
I need to talk.
I've apologised for my behaviour.
But I am telling you
how serious blackmail is.
Please, just drop this now.
But sending depraved homemade porn
through's OK?
Oh, you are such
a fucking insufferable prude!
Keith told me you left the church.
You're doing well in the morality
stakes on your own then, yeah?
Fuck's sake.
You really levelled down
when you left me.
This is solving nothing.
Cress, we need to talk.
Congratulations,
quite a day for you.
I hear you caught your killer.
Ah, it was a crank wi' a knife,
not the killer.
Can't place our killer.
There's something not quite true
about him.
Oh!
You all right?
Yeah.
I've got a migraine.
My head is so fucking full.
World's a cesspit.
Beasts are everywhere.
What happened to being a normal cop,
Ray?
I think this is being a normal cop.
To loathe people who ruin lives.
Tell me how that feels.
Every time you put
one of these beasts away.
Every time you bring them down.
How does it feel?
It never feels like enough.
Do they earn the right to live?
Should we have to earn
our right to be here?
Why did you go and see Confectioner?
When you know how it makes you feel?
Why not send someone else?
He wouldn't speak to someone else.
No-one else in your department
has what it takes
to unlock the secrets of that case?
Is that
..a God complex?
How do you feel
about Confectioner now?
I never want to find out again
that the last thing
another kid saw in their life
were those horrible eyes.
How do YOU feel?
I wanna kill him.
Are you sure about this?
Oh, fuck sake.
I am doing you a favour here.
Don't make me change my mind. Mm-hm.
I'm delighted to say that I have
a genuine Edinburgh
Serious Crime cop
joining us on All Fur Coat.
Welcome, DI Tommy Stark.
Helena, I've been working with you
and your colleagues
in the sex industry
for a number of years now.
I'm happy to debunk the stereotype
associated with women
who make their living in this way.
I've seen the consequences
on many of them, as have you,
from the more oppressive elements
of the patriarchy.
Wow.
Tommy, you have arrested
and hassled many working girls
and now you're trying to tell us
that you were really on our side
all along?
Come on.
Well, Helena,
as you and I both know,
unfortunately,
things aren't that simple.
First and foremost,
I'm a law enforcement officer
and that's my duty.
But we are all human beings
in society
and we have to see
the bigger picture.
Yeah, yeah, ah,
that's good, that's good.
Yeah!
Yeah.
Yeah. Right.
Sit down.
OK, so, I want you to touch here,
up here. Go on go on.
It's very good.
Very
..good.
If I was to describe myself
in any way,
it would be as a dyed-in-the-wool,
unreconstructed feminist.
What the actual fuck?!
Like this?
Less talking, less talking.
Gill?
I thought I'd bring you
some of Mum's banana bread.
I really missed you.
Look, I can explain. I'm sorry.
I can explain.
I can explain!
She was just helping me.
Shut up!
Fuck sake.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Ah, shut up.
Hey, Uncle Ray, come join the party.
The boy we lifted -
he's not our killer,
so the man we're looking for
is still out there.
Well, then, I suggest you find him,
Detective Sergeant.
I'm returning to my flat
with a friend. Goodnight.
You don't remember me, do you?
I'm afraid I don't have any idea
what you're talking about.
Now, I really need you
to be a good boy and let me get on.
But I've been told
Uh-uh-uh!
I hear you knocking,
but you can't come in.
So, one more time -
goodnight, Defective Sergeant.
Prick.
'Sometimes, threat
is not where we expect to find it.
'We let our guard down,
we expose ourselves,
'and once is all it takes
for everything to change.'
So, I told them,
"Do not get in my way."
I do not like taking
the circuitous route
in pursuit of my goals.
I like to go in direct.
You're a good listener.
I like good listeners.