Following the murder of two young girls who refused to give their killer oral sex, the authorities decide that this is a reasonable excuse to clamp down on cottaging in the gents toilets of a mall. That’s where officer “Lucas” (Tom Blyth) is put to work. He’s the handsome lure to attract gentlemen into unzipping when they probably wished they hadn’t, before they are led away in handcuffs for prosecution. Then one shift, he encounters the slightly less obvious “Andrew” (Russell Tovey) who doesn’t fall for the trap, and who slightly enthrals the young man. Indeed as the story goes on we realise that “Lucas” has a secret of his own and that what he wants from “Andrew” might fly in the face of his professional obligations. Of course, in his way “Andrew” is no different from “Lucas”. A man living a life under wraps, with his own secrets to keep - so what chance anything might come of anything? I thought Blyth held this together well as he juggled his professional, family and “private” lives together, especially as the latter element sees him become ever so slightly obsessive. The denouement is messy, but it does tie the threads together after a fashion and along the way auteur Carmen Emmi shines a light on what would appear to be an entirely disproportionate use of almost gleefully applied police resources provided based on quite a ridiculous underlying premise. Tovey’s role is maybe a little undercooked and does come across as borderline cruel at times, but the sum of the parts is a well presented critique on near-contemporaneously set homophobia, fear and forbidden love - and it is well worth a watch.