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.
CAN OPENS
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.
APPLAUSE
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.
RAY: 'Sometimes, there are days that live forever,
'days that shape and define you indelibly.
'When everything you've built crashes to the ground.'
RAINFALL
HE SIGHS
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.
RAY: '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.
RADIO: 'Good morning. Welcome to Radio 11.
'It's 10:25 in the AM...'
CHUCKLES
'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?
LEXI: '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.
DOOR OPENS, CLOSES
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.
SCREAMS
LENORA HYPERVENTILATES
SOBBING
DOOR CLOSES
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.
SIGHS
'Struthers.' Struthers, come into my office.
I always did let you get away with fucking mur...
Homicide.
Fucking homicide.
THEY LAUGH
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.
VICTOR EXHALES SHARPLY
DOOR CLOSES
DOOR LOCK RATTLES
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.
MOBILE RINGS
HE SIGHS
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.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
DOORBELL RINGS
MOBILE CHIMES
KNOCKING ON DOOR
It's open.
Hello, Ray.
SOBBING
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.
SOBS
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.
I was pinned down.
They were...
...brutal.
Egging each other on, one after the other.
Gulliver was the most violent.
SHE GRUNTS
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.
HE GASPS AMANDA: No!
SNIFFS, SIGHS
Call it in.
AEROPLANE ENGINE WHISTLES
EXHALES
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.
SCOFFS
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.
WHIMPERS
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.
GASPING
PHONE RINGS
CONTINUES RINGING
HE GASPS
PHONE RINGS
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.'
SIREN
It's too fucking hot!
Can you turn off the fucking radiator?
ELECTRONIC VOICE: I don't have an answer for that.
Is there something...? FURIOUSLY: Shut the fuck up!
PHONE RINGS
'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.
RAY: 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.
THUD
CURRENT CRACKLES
CRASH
You fucking scumbag!
You're one of the same fucking crew as them.
Suspect apprehended, Flat 5, 51 Balmakeith Drive, Southside.
FRASER: He could have killed us.
I'm sorry, Uncle Ray.
SIREN
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.
Mm, 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.
Er, er... 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.
SHE EXHALES
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.
DOOR CLOSES
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.
DOOR CLOSES
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.
RAY CHUCKLES Well, thank you, boss.
I... Oh, ya bastard. Yeah.
...appreciate it.
Whatever you do...
...live your life, Ray.
It goes so quick.
TEARFULLY: It goes so quick.
Ray.
Congratulations. Never in doubt.
SHE CHUCKLES
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.
HE SIGHS
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.
HE SIGHS
SNIFFS
Dad would'ae approved, right?
I thought Mum should be here. No.
HE SIGHS
Right. Together as a family, right?
TRAIN RUMBLES OVERHEAD
Ray.
You need to speak to Jock... about that day.
What day?
You know what day, son.
How could I have not known?
SHE SNIFFS
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.
HORNS HONK
"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 isnae 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.