Crime (2021) s02e05 Episode Script

I'm sorry, Moira.
Why do you feel
it's your responsibility to avenge?
I was ten.
I was raped.
I see a nasty, spiteful wee whore
who'd do anything
to get to where she wants to be.
The theatricality of the killings,
someone disnae just
want these men dead,
he wants to expose them. Why?
I've had a shit day.
I could do with some company.
I don't think
that Norrie's who he says he is.
They drove to the warehouse
where Gulliver's body was found.
Why would they go there?
It's time to find out.
We need to bring
Norrie Erskine in, eh?
'You tether yourself
to one person,
'to one city,
like the dock of a port.
'But it could be any dock, any port.
'And you see them all slide past -
'the faces of the women
you've made love to,
'the men you've locked up forever,
'and you realise that
it all has nothing to do with them,
'it's all about yourself.
'And the struggle for control
of that self.'
Sort this the fuck out.
Yeah?
Amanda, last night, um
Um, I'm sorry. Uh
I expected more
from a senior professional.
W-Well, I-I
I'm joking.
You were very good.
Lighten up, Ray.
Oh, no.
Norrie, you daft bastard.
Where is the fucking path tent?
We've got a body in the middle
of a fucking public park!
We're having to get a spare, boss.
A fucking spare?
I-It's my fault, Sir.
I borrowed it to go camping.
It blew away.
I'm going to replace it
as soon as we get back.
What fucking idiot goes camping
wi' a fucking crime scene tent?
There's been a mur!
Homicide.
There's one coming from Fife.
And they will think
that we are amateur
fucking Mickey Mouse wankers.
With good reason.
My office, this afternoon.
Evidence of hood
with marks around the neck
and the bounds around the wrists
and ankles.
Signs of a struggle.
The fatal injury
is in the groin area,
so exactly like Gulliver,
except one thing
the eyelids have been cut off
with surgical scissors.
Fuck's sake.
And then, of course, there's this.
Can we all give the man
a bit of dignity, eh?
Carried out postmortem.
How can we not get
another fucking tent?!
Fuck.
He was lying to us, boss.
Gulliver. Durie. Piggott-Wilkins.
A working-class weegie like Erskine.
Disnae fit.
We ken he lied about his whereabouts
on the night
of Richie Gulliver's death.
CCTV proved he abandoned his post,
he drove to the warehouse where
Gulliver was later murdered. Why?
Erskine's eyelids were removed
with surgical scissors.
What did he see?
Who was Norrie Erskine?
We need to know everything
about him.
He was the victim here,
we should remember that.
He lied to us,
we should remember that.
I'd swear, in church,
on a stack of Bibles singing Kumbaya
that I never observed Norrie
doing anything
that was remotely Princess Michael.
I can't say that about everyone.
The weapon in his glovebox
would suggest otherwise.
The message carved onto him,
"And then there were none,"
suggests he was the last victim,
like we speculated about Gulliver.
I want Norrie's movements
last night.
Sophie, follow-up on the CCTV
of Erskine's route to the warehouse.
Gill, split the team up.
Look into Erskine - phone, flat,
bank card, everything.
A wee heads up, Ray, it's, er
Well, it's probable that
the last person to see Erskine alive
was your brother-in-law.
We hit the pish last night
after dining in his bistro.
He teamed up after a wee stay back.
I left them early doors, but
..I think they might have been bound
for the Pubic Triangle.
Right. Thanks.
I'll call them in.
Angus Ross? I'm DI Drummond.
Wait. Ray's partner?
Mm-hm.
Wow.
No wonder he's kept you a secret.
You're married
to DI Lennox's sister.
Twenty-two years.
But you didn't know DS Erskine?
I only met him last night,
wi' Tommy Stark.
My restaurant, Gastronomic,
is close by here.
I'm always on at Ray to come by.
These was the first
serious crime officers to use it.
Traffic's another matter.
Some of my best customers
I'm gonna
I'm gonna need you to focus.
You were with Erskine last night,
right?
Aye.
Where did you go,
and when did you leave him?
We
stayed back at mine,
and then we hit a few pubs.
Bannerman's, Whistlebinkies.
Norrie suggested the Triangle,
but I held out for CC's.
I met an old mate
who had some ching.
Norrie and I took it.
It wasn't the
No.
No. The drugs weren't a factor
in his death.
What was his mood?
Melancholic.
He tried to keep things light,
but you could see he was
going through something heavy.
Could you elaborate on that?
Maybe women troubles?
What was the strip club he went to?
I don't know.
I do remember he said that
the girls knew him as Uncle Norrie.
You all right?
Poor guy.
You know,
both a bit depressed last night.
Spoke about art and love.
I don't know what happened,
but at some point,
Jackie just stopped loving me.
I know she's sleeping with someone,
Ray. I've known for some time.
Er It's not my business.
Sir.
Never had affairs.
Jackie thinks I have, but no way.
I might've considered it,
but I've never done it.
Again, that's your business.
I've had Fraser on the blower.
He knows he's really pissed you off.
Right, well,
you have to deal wi' it.
He's my nephew, I love him, but
I want him out of my flat tonight.
So Ray's brother-in-law confirmed
you left him after CC Blooms.
Maybe they went to church after,
said a wee prayer (?)
What?
The church, the pub.
Both full of muppets
fae the wank school.
You pays your money,
you takes your choice.
Gill's getting the CCTV
from CC Blooms.
Let's try and follow
Erskine's likely route from there.
Aye. Comes in here a lot.
Sometimes, there's other men,
I think cops, but mostly alone.
Was he here last night?
Might have been.
He had a quiet relationship
with some of the girls,
liked massages.
Seemed an observer, a voyeur.
Did they find him creepy?
Lindy.
Uncle Norrie? Soap dodger?
Aye.
He liked to watch you have sex
with your boyfriend.
Record you on his phone?
No. No tapes.
Never did nowt like touch me
or Alistair,
just watched and wanked.
How did Alistair feel about this?
Alistair is an accountancy student
at Heriot-Watt,
they were cash transactions.
He wanted me to declare them
to revenues expenses, but
He never did.
Nah.
That was down to me.
Alistair always advised us to,
but
Am I gonna get into bother?
Not from us. You've been helpful.
Thanks.
What were they like, these other
cops that he came in with?
The usual sleazy,
ferrety-looking bastards.
We're gonna need your CCTV
from last night. Course.
Thank you for your cooperation,
Mrs Manderson.
What's this?
Er I heard you'd broken up
with Celeste.
Are things any better?
No.
Well, time is a great healer.
Listen, I actually need you
to take a look at something.
Fort Knox. Taking no chances?
Some of this stuff's vintage,
he's quite a collector.
Creepy fuck.
Weird transition from actor to cop.
He failed as an actor.
It doesn't look like
he was massively successful
as a cop either.
Look at this.
Maybe concentrate on finding
something that connects him
to Gulliver, Durie
or Piggott-Wilkins, eh?
Like his voracious sexual appetites,
for instance?
Voracious sexual appetites (!)
It's a link.
Do you really believe they're unique
in those appetites?
Ray?
This cannae be.
The sick bastard.
Fuck's sake.
Fuck's sake!
Look at the way he's labelled them
and reviewed them.
That is the mind of a paedo.
Well
Fuckin' Erskine.
It's all lies.
Is this what links all four men?
Gulliver was sexually deviant,
but we never found
anything like this.
They'd have thrown away
the fucking key for this stuff.
He is dead to me now.
Fuck.
Jesus fuck.
"Your eyes are bigger
than your stomach
"or it's getting
considerably shorter."
"Mind the dark secrets,
"your colleagues will be interested
to know the real you."
Someone was taunting Erskine
over his porn collection.
Erskine was a hunted man
in his last days,
these postcards
aren't just about the porn,
someone's got something over him.
Bingo.
"Should auld acquaintance
be forgot?"
Auld Lang Syne. All these New Years'
that they spent together.
Let's go and have another word
with Moira Gulliver, eh?
Let's go.
Hello, Ray.
Your sister
has been an absolute rock.
Glad to hear it.
I'm just planning
for his order of service.
Does the name Norrie Erskine
mean anything to you?
I don't know him at all.
We need you to think about the last
New Year your family spent together.
Can this not wait?
Not really.
Can you remember when
and where it was?
We'd go somewhere different
every year.
OK. When was the last time?
We have reason to believe
that these murders
are about something that happened
on one of the holidays.
Moira, we really, really need you
to think about this.
Ray, come back later.
We're in the middle of
a multiple homicide investigation.
No, it's fine.
Let me see. Er
OK Erm
OK.
Yes. This
..seems to be the last time.
The Adrie House Hotel.
Big old stuffy place,
out in the country.
Thirty years ago, are you sure?
Well, I've nothing later.
OK.
He looks like a man there.
A year earlier, they were just boys.
Funny things happen
when boys become men.
Why did it end?
I can't tell you, Ray.
Because I wasn't there that year.
I was away skiing.
Let's just say
it wasn't really working
for any of the women by the end.
She's a lot posher than you.
Jackie?
Always was.
Fuckin' embarrassing
when we were kids in Oxgangs.
Like she was prepping for
the law chamber in the New Town
right from birth.
What were you prepping for?
Ray?
This.
I was preparing for this.
Evidence found
in Norrie Erskine's flat
gives us reason to believe
that he was being blackmailed
in the last days of his life.
Blackmailed about what?
He was housing
a large collection of
..illegal porn.
The knife in his car suggests
he was preparing to defend himself.
Which makes sense with the lies
on the night of Gulliver's death.
He went to the warehouse
to confront the killer.
Didn't exactly
fuckin' arrest him, eh?
But we can only assume
that he couldn't go through with it.
What connects him to Gulliver,
Piggott-Wilkins and Durie?
Maybe the porn? We'll find out.
Now, let's start with confirming
the connections that we have.
Moira Gulliver told us the last time
their families were together.
We need to find out
where Erskine was
on Hogmanay of 1992.
Specifically, if he was anywhere
near Adrie House Hotel.
Can someone get on that now?
Yeah.
Erm, boss, there's something
I think you should see.
I've been tracking Erskine's route
from Gulliver's house
to the warehouse
and look.
Is he following that car?
Not in every shot,
but it appears enough
to make us think
Erskine was following someone.
Aye. Unless he didnae call it in.
It makes sense of the idea
that he planned to kill that night.
Is there a clearer image
of the driver? Yeah.
I've cross-referenced this
with the restaurant footage.
It's the same man.
I've traced his reg.
Unbelievably, it's his own car.
His name is Victor Maslow.
Parents are dead, and he hasn't been
at his last registered address
for years.
Ray?
I've seen him.
Where? I don't know,
but I've fuckin' seen him!
Everybody!
We've got a suspect,
his name is Victor Maslow.
We've got a name, we've got a face,
no excuses. Where is he?
I want Maslow!
You're not gonna believe this, Ray,
cos I fuckin' don't.
I called the Adrie House Hotel,
I got the records
from December 1992,
but we've already got them.
Norrie Erskine
requested them yesterday.
One of our own.
Media will paste us.
What have I done to deserve this?
Ugh.
These interviews tomorrow,
for the Chief Super job,
do we need to postpone them?
No. No. Go Go ahead.
Well, at least pretend
to give a shit about this.
This message on Norrie's chest
and then the one on
What if What if it really is
the last death
and Maslow just slips off
into the sunset?
It looked like it was
family connections and then
then he fuckin' kills Erskine.
All this social justice warrior
bullshit.
I mean, I'm sure he wants to believe
that this homicide
is doing some greater good,
but it's No, it's revenge.
Just not sure what for.
Norrie Erskine
worked at Adrie House Hotel
between October 1992 and March 1993.
He was there at the same time
as Richie Gulliver, William Durie
and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins.
Let's go.
It's about an incident that might
have occurred here 30 year ago.
Does the name Does the name
Norman Erskine mean anything to you?
It's obviously before your time,
but he worked here back then.
I've only worked here
a couple of years.
You know, my brief was to come in
and modernise the place,
but retain that classical feel,
you know? Shabby chic.
I'm sure you've been
very successful.
But Norman Erskine?
Speak to our catering manager,
Michelle.
She's worked here for years,
you know,
find her downstairs in Jurassic
Park, as we call the kitchen.
That busy legal life
Oh, God!
Oh, Jeez!
Moira? What the fuck?
Angus.
What the fuck?
You can't just burst in.
What's all this?
You don't live here any more.
Is this taramasalata
made from scratch?
Angus, I've told you
how things are now.
Please respect that.
Respect?
And what respect have I been shown?
I'm going to give you two
some space to talk.
Thanks.
I'm really sorry for your loss (!)
Thank you.
How can I help you?
We've got a few questions for you
about Norman Erskine.
Worked here 30 years ago.
Uh! Norrie Erskine.
SHE LAUGHS
The panto guy.
Christ, I mind of him all right,
do you know?
Couldnae keep his hands to himself.
Anything specific?
Well, my tits and arse, for one.
That's how it was in there days.
How did that make you feel?
To be honest, it never bothered me.
Five brothers back then.
Water off a duck's back.
And I gave as good as I got.
But some people might have found it
offensive.
Oh, aye. There were some poor lasses
that got it.
Can you tell us more about that?
Hospitality back then
was about tits and teeth.
If you werenae comfortable
with that, you wouldnae last long.
So we had a fair turnover.
Anything specific spring to mind?
Anyone that Erskine may have upset?
I mind of this waitress,
she wasnae here long -
a student on Christmas cover.
But she accused a group of guests
of sexually assaulting her.
And she pointed the finger
at Norrie Erskine as well.
What happened?
It's a long time ago,
but these were regular guests
and they paid big money.
Young guys.
Thought that money meant
they could do whatever they wanted,
you know the type?
And she was just a young lassie.
Why do you remember this girl?
When it came to her face,
something terrible had happened.
Oh, I believed her all right.
What was her name?
Do you know, I cannae mind.
Was it Sarah something? I think.
But I might have a photo at home.
On one of your staff piss-ups,
I always take a lot of photos
at the Christmas bashes here.
I could look them at the night
for you. If it'd help?
That would certainly be a huge help.
Thank you.
We've both known
this marriage is over a long time.
Maybe you did.
But I gave up the rat race
so you could keep going.
Not this again.
You gave up because you wanted
to fanny about with food.
I thought
..if I was happy, then
we'd be happy.
Well, Angus,
now we know that my happiness
isn't contingent on yours,
nor should yours be on mine.
I get it.
I've been a big disappointment
to you.
It's hardly been a disaster.
We've got two great kids.
Huh. One of whom
barely speaks to us
and the other can't stand
to be in the same house as me.
Murdo he acts all tough, but
he's just trying to brazen it out.
And Fraser thinks
he's Billy Big Bollocks, but
Well, he's just a wee boy.
And he needs us.
They're both a loss, Jack.
Let's get Jo cross-referencing
the staff records,
looking for any girl
matching that description
who worked back then with Erskine.
We also need the guest records too,
if they go back that far.
So, Maslow is avenging
an abused woman -
sister, wife, mother?
And as you said,
the social vengeance stuff
just disnae fit.
Yeah. He's toying with us.
Sexual assault claim
makes sense of the MO,
but but the killer's a man,
what does that mean?
What does that mean?
The display of the bodies suggests
he believed
they're sexual predators,
hiding in plain sight.
You've come a long way,
Inspector Drummond.
All thanks to you, Ray.
Last night it was
It's complicated.
If you wanted to try it again,
see if it feels less complicated?
I let us both down.
I know I know that I
I crossed the line.
You're a difficult man, Ray Lennox.
Can you, er
Can you drive me somewhere?
I need to go and see someone.
I just wanted to apologise
for the kiss.
I was upset, I just didn't think
you'd want to see me again.
Come in.
You know those
those things I told you?
I've never told anyone before.
Is that why you felt compelled
to kiss me?
I needed
..I needed to feel something good.
One of my colleagues
..was found murdered today
and then I discovered
he was a nonce.
Do you think sex is at the root
of everything we do?
Maybe.
Tell me about your colleague.
Did he deserve to die?
We're supposed to protect people
from the pain and horror
of somebody like Norrie.
You see, the thing that scares me
is that
..I really understand this killer.
He's shaming us and
he's the one
that's making the world safer.
Was your colleague's death
a just act of revenge?
I don't know.
I know about revenge.
It obsesses me.
Those
..fucking monsters in the tunnel.
I look for them constantly.
I mean, I was
..I was just a kid.
Those moments when we're frozen
..is it fear or weakness?
I resisted.
I resisted
There were men.
There was three of them.
They They
They got Les.
Forty years this has held you.
You've held yourself in this moment.
Who's damaged you more?
Them or you?
No
I'll bring them to justice.
I'll bring them to justice.
You've no evidence.
How will you feel
when they walk free?
What then?
You take it into your own hands?
Yes. Yes.
And then what?
Your life's over.
Thrown away, because you can't take
responsibility for your pain.
Pack it up
and move on, Ray.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I can lead you to a conclusion.
But you have to look back
if you're to help yourself.
And you can't do that.
Again and again,
you failed to do that.
I do look back.
I do, I do look back.
No, you need the taste of blood.
An eye for an eye.
The terrified child in you
never walks free till you do.
Look into the eyes
of that terrified child
and tell me
who's betrayed that child most.
Is it the abuser or is it you
who imprisoned him in that moment
..for four decades?
I'm trying.
I'm trying
..to do the right thing.
Grow up, Ray.
'Whether sex workers
are exploited women,
'or liberated, empowered women,
'is a question
that divides feminists.'
TV: 'You must not succumb
to the Devil's wrath for he will'
I hear Tommy Stark's
coming on the show again.
Yes, I'm gonna record later.
What about you? You'll do the show?
I've been thinking about it,
and, yes
..on one condition.
I'm a police officer
..and as such, I'm telling you
that you are in
the deepest possible shit.
We don't know
what you're talking about.
We live our lives in accordance
with the Scriptures.
Oof!
Pay attention to yourself.
"If your brother sins against you,
rebuke him.
"And if he repents, forgive him."
Confession. That's your repentance.
Or I'll fuckin' rebuke big time.
You've come from Amanda.
We've only taken
what's rightfully ours,
we deserve compensation
for the trauma she put us through.
My girlfriend shouldn't be forced
to view such filth.
She can't take it.
What sort of filth
are we talking about?
It was porn.
Sending that stuff
without the consent of both parties
was a criminal offence.
Keep fuckin' talking.
Amanda she
She manipulated him,
it was the Devil's work.
Made him do things with her.
I went into therapy to recover.
Oh! Fuck.
Look, please,
we can give her money back. Yeah.
Let me see that fuckin' tape.
I'm trying to help you.
Mmm. The sisterhood.
Us working together to expose
the likes of Tommy Stark.
Well, yeah.
But you're not a sister.
You're a cop.
Just like Stark.
Why should I help you?
What have the likes of you
ever done to help the likes of me,
DI Drummond?
What do you want me to say?
What I want
is for you to stop acting
like you've come here
on a white horse.
I've had this bullshit from cops
forever.
So don't insult the both of us,
and just admit
that you're only here
because you need something.
Right, you've made your point.
Not entirely.
My point is
don't take the piss.
Now, what exactly do you need?
Well now
I take a very dim view of
fellow officers indulging in such
..activities.
You see, like you, I consider myself
a disciple of Jesus Christ.
You do realise
that blackmailing someone
over a pornographic tape is a sin.
Has the Gospel taught you nothing?
I told you this would be
a fuckin' mess.
Don't give me that.
The blackmail was your idea.
You wanted to bring that fucking
Jezebel down as much as I did.
Shut it! The pair of youse!
Now
Forgiveness
..that is the very essence
of Christian faith. Is it not?
What was it the Bible says?
Aye.
As Christians, it is your duty
to forgive. Aye?
For if you forgive other people
when they sin against you, your
..Heaven Heavenly Father
will also forgive you.
That's Matthew 6 14.
Very nice.
What are you going to do?
Forgive.
I don't want to arrest you
and I don't want your money.
How can we expect to maintain
law and order
with sinners such as
that wee fucking Drummond
in the polis?
Huh?
I want everything you've got on her.
And you
..you need to be
brought back into
..the faith.
Still fighting the good fight?
My life is shit
with alcohol in the mix,
but not always great without it.
I'm trying to solve
the multiple murder
of the worst scum I can think of.
I've let so many people down.
You're doing an impossible job
and you're actually doing it
quite well.
Well, four men are dead.
Any drinks?
Erm, just a black Earl Grey, please.
Hmm?
No.
I thought I was ready to be back,
I'm ready for nothing.
Don't talk like that, Ray.
I think my therapist is right,
I'm letting old partners
creep back in.
Therapy traps you.
Holds you in your trauma.
If I'd continued therapy,
Lauren wouldn't be sitting here
today.
It's a difficult thing
to leave something behind,
even if it's caused you
the most pain.
She's been a lifebelt for me.
Sally, she's
she's all that's kept me afloat.
Has she fuck!
Those people won't help you, Ray.
Look at me.
You say you want to know
who you are,
well, who you are
is the best man I have ever met.
And you need to set yourself free.
There's a look in their eyes,
you know?
Just for a beautiful split second.
When all their stupid vanity
stares them in the face
and laughs right back at them.
In exactly the same way
they laughed at others.
Where do you think
these delusions come from?
Is it ideas of grandeur?
I saw you with Lennox last night.
Ray Lennox is a client.
That's all.
When the person
who protects the monster,
who undermines
what you're trying to build,
they become the monster themselves.
And that person must be stopped.
I tidied up, Uncle Ray.
TV: '..a couple of injuries
in the squad'
Hoping it is better now.
TV: '..going to lose
the big lad up front'
The match is on telly,
shall we watch it together?
You should go home.
Thanks for tidying up.
But, Uncle Ray, what is it?
I just need my own space.
TV: '..fantastic atmosphere'
Are you sure you're OK?
You're not going a bit,
you know, like last time?
Just get the fuck
you self-indulgent
little fuckin' clown!
Fuck off!
Fuck off!
Fraser
The fuck do you want?
A wee word
about tomorrow's interviews.
Don't bother turning up.
I know men like you, Stark.
Look
We have to work together
whether one of us
gets the Chief Super job,
or neither of us do.
Oh, I know all about you.
The sex tape.
You filthy wee fox, churchy.
You're no slouch
in that department yourself.
Vice?
Where the fuck do I begin?
'Harder.
Ooh, yeah. Come on.'
'Call me Iron Man.'
'Ooh, you're so strong, Iron Man.'
That was
'Harder.
Don't stop, don't stop!'
Where the fuck did you get that?
'Big daddy.'
'Oh, yeah.'
A serious crime police officer
fucking witnesses
to serious crimes cases.
Not divulging this interest
is not only a disgrace
..it's jail time.
All right, Drummond.
No-one needs to see those tapes.
I agree.
A pact.
If you get the Super job
..I'll transfer, quietly.
And if you get the Super job,
it'll be a fucking pleasure
for me to transfer quietly.
Men like you, Stark,
you'll get yours.
Might be sooner than you think.
Ah, fucking family,
they're all as bad as each other.
Armando?
Here you go, Vic.