Crime (2021) s02e06 Episode Script

Erskine's eyelids were removed.
What did he see?
He was housing a large collection
of illegal porn.
"Should auld acquaintance
be forgot?"
Norrie Erskine
worked at Adri House Hotel.
He was there at the same time
as Richie Gulliver, William Durie
and Christopher Piggott-Wilkins.
A student and Christmas cover.
She accused a group of guests
of sexually assaulting her.
Erskine was following someone.
His name is Victor Maslow.
But I've fucking seen him!
I saw you with Lennox last night.
He's a client, that's all.
And that person must be stopped.
If we have two-tier policing,
democracy's fucked!
Democracy is not our concern.
I was raped. I was ten.
And I was terrified.
There's nothing wrong
with being honest, son.
I'm not your son, Jock.
His interview is tomorrow.
At least pretended to give a shit
about this.
Armando?
There you go, Vic.
Thirty years I spent
cleaning offices doon at the Barnes.
Backbreaking work.
But we were a family.
Me and the other lasses
took a pride in what we did.
OK.
And now, Jock Allardyce will share
some memories with us.
I was at sea on the merchant fleet.
Then I ended up on the railways.
An honest living.
But I wasn't honest.
I cheated on my wife
and my best pal for 30 years.
Sneaking behind their backs.
All for a glance
a touch of the hand.
Afternoon delight
with my best pal's wife.
I'm not proud.
Worried what it would do
to her eldest boy.
He was sensitive, she said.
I resented him for that.
So I did a terrible thing.
We're together now,
but it's too late.
Her boy paid the price
for my actions.
I owe them the truth.
'Sometimes, there are days
that live forever,
'days that shape and define you
indelibly.
'When everything you've built
crashes to the ground.'
Looks like Lennox never showed.
Good for me. Two horse race.
Stallion Starkers
against the filly.
You are a pathetic, puerile
little man.
Do you really believe
you're promotion material?
Aye, Filly Fucking Nonsense.
SHE LAUGHS
Mind, I know all about
your bullshit, sister.
Ah, for fuck's sake.
'Sometimes if you're being
honest with yourself,
'your biggest inspirations in life
are not the virtuous mentors,
'but the utter fucked up
self-serving arseholes.
'For these are the pricks
you kicketh against.'
Detective Inspector Lennox,
obvious opening question.
What makes you want this job?
'When the whole gig is heading for
the rocks,
'there is a perverse pleasure in
steering towards them at high speed.
'It's the only empowerment
we have left.'
Well
Victor Maslow, born 10th June, 1995.
Grew up and attended school
in Muirhouse.
Worked for a period of time
cutting grass
for the council's recreation
department, ten years ago.
Now, he lost that job
after an accident that caused severe
nerve damage to his left arm,
for which he was hospitalised.
No mention of where and when
the accident took place.
No arrest record to speak of.
Maslow is dangerous,
and he could kill again.
Step it up.
'Good morning.
Welcome to Radio 11.
'It's 10:25 in the AM'
'We've got a great show coming up
for you this morning.
'Coming up'
"Rise, rebel, rise."
What the fuck is this?
Armando's parents bought him it.
I think it's cool.
It was his 18th.
He's wanted one, like, forever.
Why do you think it's cool?
It's just really inspirational.
But what does it mean to you?
It's, er
..sticking it to the man.
People refusing to take any shit,
right?
We've become so disengaged
these days.
So Armando's still in bed?
What's he got in for breakfast?
We are agents of the state,
but what is that state?
Is it there to feed people,
to clothe them,
to provide them with homes,
financial
and employment opportunities?
No. The state used to do
these things,
this was the post-war settlement,
and modern democracy was founded
on that balance
between people and money, but now,
politicians are entertainers
with media to distract us,
while they build fiefdoms
and palaces
for a smaller and smaller elite,
looting the taxpayer's purse
at will.
And this is a society
that you want me to police?
My partner was murdered.
Yes, he had
problems,
but how did we get there, eh?
Under my watch, that won't happen.
I can make a difference.
Get our clean-up rates
the highest in Britain,
modernise the force.
We have to be the best of ourselves.
We call ourselves
the Police Service,
but who do we serve?
What is the law?
Who does the law
that we enforce benefit?
We're there to protect the property
and the bourgeoisie.
The desk-bound, I mean,
what do they actually do?
Shuffle papers and get in the road.
A street police presence
reassures the public.
We don't want police officers
charging round the streets.
We have cameras everywhere.
We need cops who are tech-savvy,
who can crunch data,
who don't bring emotions
into police work.
Sometimes here in Serious Crime,
we get to pursue
the real bad bastards -
the paedos, the rapists, the abusers
who prey on those weaker,
and all of a sudden,
our work has a real moral calling.
I've learned so much from DI Lennox.
But can you really police if you
don't sort out your emotional life?
Leave that stuff at home.
Don't let it get in the way.
Be professional.
They used to call me Ironman
when I was in Vice
after the superhero -
millionaire playboy Tony Stark.
Well, they called me that because
I got
..results.
To deploy IT imaginatively
but with respect
for citizens' rights.
To support officers
suffering from stress and burn-out.
To increase diversity and to make
the force a safer place for women.
It's fucking consumerism.
A struggle to put food on the table,
reduced to a rich kid's toys.
What's a poster like this doing in
a rich man's shag palace?
He's got a Lenin one
in the bedroom, too.
Should've seen his face
when he unwrapped it.
It cost over a grand.
Do you even know who Lenin is?
Lexi, who is Lenin?
'Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov,
better known as Vladimir Lenin,
'was a Russian revolutionary,
politician and political theorist.'
I do now.
Look, Armando's parents
have paid for it
and we're the ones being inspired.
Political action right there.
Cocooned in a bourgeois property
during a devastating
cost-of-living crisis.
While the richest 5% of the
population are getting richer still.
Keep kill, Vic.
Do you want some breakfast, Vic?
RAY: Let me explain.
I don't want this job.
I just came here to,
to testify to you all.
It's people like you who have
presided over the decline
in the police.
How could I work with you?
I don't want this job.
Wait, Ray, stop. Stop.
What the hell is going on
with the men in your department?
I know that the Erskine mur
Homicide!
..affected all of us very deeply,
but please
..think about your future.
I'm sorry, boss,
I've wasted your time.
But you are wasting
a lot of people's time.
I know, in different ways,
you've all been able
to make your peace with this.
Good on you. Sadly
..I can't anymore.
The truth is
..I was never really here.
We are the kamikaze pilots
of social change,
so let's crash that plane.
It's the one thing we can do,
it's the ultimate sacrifice,
wouldn't you say? Fraser?
That's all well and good, man,
but that sofa's shit to sleep on.
It will all be all right in the end,
Vic.
Come on, you lazy git.
I've made you a cup of tea.
How the fuck has it come to this?
You've achieved so much
for this city.
Why?! Why shit the bed?
I'm sorry, Bob.
I told you be my Cantona.
Well, you've done it now.
You wandered away
..just like him.
I wouldnae have had any career
at all without you, boss.
You gave me a longer leash
than I deserved.
I must be demented.
But working with you
is, perversely, the thing
I'll miss most about this job.
People don't understand
..how hard it is,
this job that we do.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Drop the disciplinary charges
against Struthers.
He needs to grow up
in a forgiven organisation
full of folks
who ken what it's like to be
to be human.
'Struthers.'
Struthers, come into my office.
I always did let you get away
with fucking mur
Homicide.
Fucking homicide.
I have been trying to show you that
this is how most people
live their lives in fear.
Fear of never having enough to eat,
fear the polis will wipe them out
at any moment,
fear of never escaping the shithole
into which they were born.
But Armando
..you killed him.
This is everything we spoke about,
Fraser.
Revolution. Inequality.
Righting wrongs.
He was our friend.
He paid lip service
to our objectives.
There are real people out there
with no roof over their heads,
and all the while,
this privileged prick is
WAS being bankrolled
by Mummy and Daddy.
You're mental.
Why would you do something
like that?
Have you not been listening
to anything I've said?
I need a piss.
Well, obviously, I locked the door.
This man
is a fucking freedom fighter.
This is no longer a place
for real polis.
You really tell them to ram it up
their holes?
Then fucking quit?
Ray?
Not in those exact words,
but it was pretty much the message,
aye.
Erm, was it?
Was it me?
Erm Was it something I did?
No. No, Amanda, it wisnae you.
I guess
I guess it makes things
less complicated.
Sally?
Not like you to call me.
Is everything all right?
Come and see me, Ray.
We need to talk.
Er OK. I'm on my way.
I need to go.
Ray.
It's open.
Hello, Ray.
My mum and dad,
they'll be looking for me.
I said I'd ring them first thing.
I'll let you into a little secret.
I fucking hate your uncle.
You don't even know him.
Oh, Fraser, I know him.
And I know you.
He is a servant of the state.
And you're a joyrider.
I know that in ten years' time,
you'll be your mother.
Pushing paper round a desk,
dressed in a pinstripe suit,
driving a Range Rover Evoque.
H-How do you know about Mum?
Just like your performance.
You play at being liberated
and progressive.
Do you know how fucking stupid
you look?
Too immature to understand
the logical conclusions
of anything you say.
I do. I'm not them.
You've always taught us to oppose
the fucking stilted
bourgeois conditioning.
You can't give up on us now.
For fuck's sake.
Vic!
Amanda, look.
This is the woman
who made the rape complaint
to senior management at Adre House.
That's her there.
I don't believe it.
Erm Get hold of Ray. Now.
Amanda?
Now!
Probably taken about
ten minutes before the bells.
The night my life changed.
Why are you dressed like this?
Isn't this what men see
when they look at a woman?
Not all men.
Would you like to think that, Ray?
Consider the strength
and size of the men,
that inevitable inequality.
An empath like you will always
think you're different, but
..is it not true to say that
..every man who lies on my couch
is a beast?
Why am I here, Sally?
I'm worried about you, Ray.
You're on the same path I was on.
What do you mean?
The desire to
..wreak revenge is overwhelming,
but it's unsatisfying and reductive.
All it does
..turns in you into
what you fear the most.
Which is what?
You and Victor Maslow
are fascinating case studies.
Both wallowing a victimhood,
displaying narcissistic traits,
both defined
by great revenge narratives.
You're not so far apart.
Maslow sat there and told me
how he acted on his vengeance,
he couldn't stop telling me
about it.
It fuelled him.
He loved it.
It defined him.
Tell me about Maslow.
Injured in an accident
doing a favour for an uncaring man.
He lost his job.
During months of recuperation,
his resentment grew.
Revenge fantasies are common
for victims of trauma.
It's about redressing the balance,
but
his sense of injustice
..at what he lost
..tipped that balance.
He murdered that man
and told me every detail.
Of course, I should've involved
the police, but
..then he told me the man's name.
Piggott-Wilkins.
The father.
Then, in an instant
I was back in that room.
Two men raped me.
One held me down,
the other watched.
And didn't have the courage
to stop it.
And there on my couch
was vengeance.
Opportunity, Ray.
Hello, Amanda.
Sally.
Sally.
I was pinned down.
They were
..brutal.
Egging each other on,
one after the other.
Gulliver was the most violent.
I thought
seeing their fear as I
as I took their
lives would be cathartic.
But that wisnae the case?
I spent so long
..trying to be somebody,
trying to
..trying to
..achieve something.
And now it's over.
My crimes have
hollowed me out,
just like their crimes did.
But why now?
What made you kill these men now?
They never left me
..that night, and
And then Maslow was in my life.
A man for whom vengeance
was his biggest thrill, and I
I needed to be avenged,
but each time I was
a little more of me died.
I understand.
I do.
How?
You're
a little like those men, Amanda.
So careless with sex.
It's facile communication for you,
it's just a physical need.
Where is Maslow?
I don't know.
I know he's not finished yet.
He'll come for you, Ray.
I hope you can stop him.
Sally, you can tell your story.
I'll make sure, I'll make sure
that people'll listen.
No!
Call it in.
I really do like you two.
You might still be useful.
But you have to know, sacrifice,
it
it's not just a word.
You need to feel
like an outcast from society.
I planned to take your life.
But I won't do that. I won't.
I think
I think I'll
I think I'll take your hand, Fraser.
And your interest
in identity politics
is about to become
less abstract.
When you lose your hand, you'll
have a real, visible identity
as an amputee.
Such social currency in your circle.
Sally?
No.
It's Ray Lennox.
It's your favourite uncle.
Uncle Ray?
'Help. He says he's gonna
cut my hand off.'
He's already killed Armando!
Uncle Ray, he's mental, please
The bowling green near the flats
on Balmakeith Drive.
'Come alone
'or Fraser will lose more
than just his hand.'
It's too fucking hot!
Can you turn off
the fucking radiator?
I don't have
an answer for that.
Is there something?
Shut the fuck up!
'Uncle Ray. I can see you.'
Maslow, what the fuck?
'Well done. You came alone.
'51. Flat 5.
'Come on up. Alone.'
Uncle Ray's on his way up.
Go and let him in.
And come back.
Or he'll end up just like Armando.
It's OK, it's OK. Where is he?
Just through there.
Come on in, Uncle Ray.
OK, let him go.
I know all about you.
You'd be amazed how much
Sally has said.
Sally's dead.
She manipulated us both.
What are you talking about?
You're a psychopath.
Hiding behind ideology.
Acting out
a petty personal vengeance.
You're no social justice crusader,
you just like killing people.
You chose the state,
you would say that.
Enemy of the people
that you protect.
What you gonna do, disembowel all
the public schoolboys in the land?
I would love that level of ambition.
If you'd seen the things
that I'd seen.
Real people, real victims.
Working people already fucked over
by a hideous, terrorising system
that you purport to detest.
Social justice, my fucking arse!
A cop, a servant of the state,
talking about social justice?
Has your vengeance woken the world
up? It's just destroyed more lives.
It's killed Sally.
Fuck you!
I take his hand or
I take his throat, it's your choice!
What do you say?
Drew Busby.
Who?
Drew Busby.
A Weegie,
and one of the last to play
for the now defunct Third Lanark.
Signed from Airdrie as a striker.
Had a prolific partnership there
with Drew Jarvie.
Converted to a midfield enforcer
at Hearts.
Fan favourite.
Still managed 55 goals
What?
..fae 178 appearances.
You fucking scumbag!
You're one of the same
fucking crew as them.
Suspect apprehended, Flat 5,
51 Balmakeith Drive, Southside.
He could have killed us.
I'm sorry, Uncle Ray.
Nothing to be sorry for.
Let's get you home.
Celeste.
Yeah.
Sorry, do I know you?
Erm, not really.
I mean, I work with Gill, so
Oh. She sent you?
No, er, I actually don't know
what happened between you both,
but I always think
if you really care about each other,
then most things
can be talked through.
No chance, she crossed a line.
You know, Gill's really cut up
about all this?
Oh, yeah?
Has she thought about how I felt,
walking in to find her
shagging that Struthers creep?
It's over.
What the actual fuck
is going on with you two?
It It's not like it seems.
You said you were a virgin.
And you said you were a lesbian.
I am! I am!
I mean, I was. I mean, she
she taught me, it was for you.
What?
Well, it's, er
See, as ridiculous as that sounds,
it really was for you.
He just He wanted to impress you.
I'm sorry.
Er, look, look, be angry at me.
I'm your mate, me.
I should never have done it,
right, but please, all our sakes,
you've gotta give him a chance,
please.
Well, Amanda, congratulations.
The job is yours.
Thank you, Bob.
It's been a rapid rise, I know,
but I want you to
But in recognition
of this rapid rise
and your relative inexperience
..there will be
an initial job-share element.
I'm sorry, I don't
We found an experienced man
for you to learn from.
It'll be good for you, Amanda.
Where is he?
He's OK, he's fine. He's upstairs.
Right.
We've both had our eye
off the ball here, Jack.
This family's fallen apart
these past few weeks,
but we're gonna fix it, OK?
I don't care that you've got
a girlfriend, Jack,
and I don't care that Frase
thinks he's David Bowie.
I don't care that you think
you've outgrown me.
You're still the people that I wanna
be with most in this world.
My beautiful boy.
I'm OK, Mum, I'm I'm fine.
Hey.
Ooh!
Thanks for bringing him home, Ray.
Ray.
A word.
I got you a wee gift.
Boss.
You've been exceptional for me, Ray.
Ah, ya bastard.
Look after it.
They're company, you know.
Well, thank you, boss.
I Oh, ya bastard.
Yeah.
..appreciate it.
Whatever you do
..live your life, Ray.
It goes so quick.
It goes so quick.
Ray.
Congratulations. Never in doubt.
Yeah, after you pulled out.
And it's a job share.
How do you think that makes me feel?
Like somebody who's been given
a great opportunity?
What will the likes of Stark think?
That I'm a daft, wee lassie
that's been feather-bedded in
for political reasons?
What sort of respect am I gonna get?
Respect you have to earn.
But you will.
We fucked things up a bit, eh?
I wanted to say goodbye properly.
No, I didn't. I wanted to say
..you don't have to go.
I'm losing my best officer.
I was never yours to lose.
See you on Monday.
SNIFFS
Dad would'ae approved, right?
I thought Mum should be here.
No.
Right. Together as a family, right?
Ray.
You need to speak to Jock
about that day.
What day?
You know what day, son.
How could I have not known?
He wants to speak to me
about something now
that happened 40 years ago?
Wh-What could he possibly say?
He saw some men
hanging around that day.
And he
..saw you come out in the tunnel.
He recognised one of them,
and he'd heard the rumours.
What was Jock doing there?
He was coming back from seeing me.
And he knew that people
would ask questions, so
..so he just said nothing.
I'm sorry about what I've said.
I'm sorry.
It's all right, Mum.
It's all right. I love you.
"Raymond, I'm writing to tell you
what I know now.
"I wish I could tell you
that this hurt goes away,
"but it's not been
as simple as that, pal.
"At times, you'll feel ashamed,
angry, guilty.
"You'll learn that not all monsters
lurk in tunnels,
"and sometimes, you'll feel things
you have no words for.
"I'm here to tell you that
you don't have to rage and blame
"and point fingers at others
and yourself.
"You can throw off
that cloak of shame.
"You need to know
that this was not your fault.
"You deserve love,
and you can love yourself.
"Hold my hand, look in the mirror
"and see the beautiful boy
that you are.
"You contain multitudes."
'My name is Ray, and I'm an addict.
'I've displaced my life for 40 years
hiding from who I am
'..hiding from what's made me.'
Power of the group's
what keeps you safe.
But life isn't safe.
Life's a challenge
that has to be faced.
Now I have to leave it all behind
because it's time to heal myself
and move on.
I choose life.