Suspect (2022) s01e06 Episode Script

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Maia? Hey.
Was that Maia?
I'm sorry. Can I help you?
I asked, was that Maia?
Yeah, it was indeed. And you are?
Ah. I was told to expect you.
I understand you've paid a visit
to one of my establishments.
You own the lap dancing club?
Amongst other things.
I'm a venture capitalist, Detective.
An investor.
I'm interested in creating value,
not value judgments.
I told Maia to lie low.
Sensible advice, which she intends
to follow.
She was handing me the keys
when you came in.
Won't you join me?
Looks like Maia wasn't
the only one who paid you a visit.
Nicola's been here as well.
Are you tidying up loose ends?
Put it away, Detective.
I know you're not going to use it.
What makes you so sure?
Because if you speak
with your colleague Ryan Oakshot,
you'll know that I spent
several hours in his delightful
company last night
at exactly the time that Christina's
meant to have passed away -
which suggests that I cannot have
been directly involved in her death,
if indeed there was any third-party
involvement, which seems unlikely.
That doesn't explain why my daughter
was using your name as
a pseudonym.
I wasn't aware that she was.
Harriet Carr. Harry Carr.
That's not a coincidence.
Detective, your emotional state
is understandable.
But you're in danger of making a
grave mistake. I loved Christina,
and I'm as devastated by her death
as you are.
I imagine we're both desperate to
understand why she did what she did,
to learn what we might have
done differently,
and I'm willing
to share what I know.
But I refuse to do so under
the threat of violence.
Why was she using your name?
Jesus. You're a fool.
Why was she using your name?
"Why? Why? Why?"
Don't you even care?
Christina is dead!
Why was she using your name?
I can assure you, I never heard
Christina call herself that.
But you've an idea why she would.
There was a running joke between us
that I was becoming a kind of
surrogate father to her.
We were close, very close.
As for the two of you, well
..there appeared to be a vacancy.
Maia said something about trying
to set Christina up with you.
I was briefly flattered by the idea,
but it quickly became apparent that
we weren't compatible.
At least not in that way.
Because you're three times her age?
Age is just a social classification,
Detective Sergeant.
It's easy to say that when
you're old.
Christina had a fine mind,
A searching intelligence.
We found a lot to talk about.
Have you read much philosophy? Hmm?
Foucault's very interesting
about knowledge and power
and their link to transgression -
the idea of getting beyond agreed
social limits.
Sounds right up your street.
I'm studying for an MA
with the Open University.
I'm amazed you can find the time.
It's one of the benefits
of never having been married, of
..having no children of my own.
So that's what you
and Christina did together, huh?
You debated ethical dilemmas?
Sometimes. Mostly we had fun.
This was taken here.
I don't suppose you'd let me have
that, would you?
Where did you find it?
At her flat.
Ah. Where you encountered the
lovely Nicola, I'm led to believe.
I asked her to retrieve the drives
and bring them to me
in return for taking whatever cash
she found there.
She was more than happy
with a trade.
She's been worried about money
since Christina
Why didn't she hold on
to them herself?
Because the accounts are encrypted.
Not much use to you.
Well, except I had the usernames,
pin codes and passwords.
How come?
Christina gave them to me.
Well, why would she do that?
How much do you know?
I know that she was dealing
online with a guy called Jake.
I know she bought herself out of her
relationship with Jake
because she wanted
to move in a new direction.
Oh, you have been busy.
Jake told me she'd found
a new partner.
I was told to clear the table, sir.
Go ahead.
I know she'd started selling
a new kind of drug -
Novel Psychoactive Substances. Huh?
Presumably that's where you
came in.
I don't deny it.
I have connections with
the pharmaceutical industries.
So it was you?
Was me what?
Who got her involved in
the shit that ultimately killed her.
I know the merchandise she was
selling was linked to her death,
and that she reached out to Ryan
for help when she found out.
It was the other way round. He was
put in charge of the investigation.
Well, either way,
he got her out of a hole.
DS Oakshot was certainly
very effective.
Just his methods that are
so despicable.
Look, Christina was appalled by that
girl's death. We all were, but
But what? The connections I'd helped
her to establish,
they were still fresh,
clearly in need of cementing.
It would have beenawkward,
dangerous even to call a halt
so soon.
I asked her to keep going.
To my lasting regret.
She tried to walk away.
And you stopped her.
Scumbag. Scumbag!
Your daughter was in flames
when I met her, Danny.
So which of us is guilty, hmm?
I made a stupid mistake.
I assumed Oakshot was
helping Christina
because of your family connections.
I only learned much later that he
was more than £300,000 in debt
to some online bookmaker.
How did you find out?
I started here, Detective.
I own horses, I own stables, I own
betting shops - word gets around.
But Christina didn't tell you that
Ryan had beaten her up?
She was very proud.
She didn't want to appear weak.
But then, you know that.
I only learned very recently that
he'd been extorting money from her.
How recently?
Last night.
What?
You saw her last night?
She came to see me early
yesterday evening.
In a terrible state.
She'd heard there'd been
another death.
Some 19-year-old choked to
death on his own vomit.
Oakshot was already taking steps
to cover it up, of course.
Christina
..she wasn't going along
with it this time.
She told him she was shutting down
the operation.
He didn't like it.
He beat her again?
She was at her wits' end.
What did you do?
I did what I should have done
the first time.
Which was?
Agreed to take over.
Her business? Mm-hm.
The passwords
to her social media feeds.
The pin codes and usernames for her
cryptocurrency accounts.
She even kept records
of every transaction,
of what she'd supplied and when.
What, and she just gave it all away?
She wanted to stop feeling ashamed.
Then she must have been happy,
not suicidal.
She wasn't in a mood to celebrate.
I asked her to come out
to dinner with me, but she refused.
Maybe she just didn't want
to celebrate with you.
Maybe.
What about this business with Ryan
pulling you over kerb-crawling?
It was a rouse.
What Foucault would call
"an abuse of power."
For what purpose?
I'm sure you can work it out.
SoRyan tracked Christina to
the party at the warehouse.
She told him what she'd done,
gave him your name.
How did he know where to find you?
I'm a private man, Detective,
but I have a terrible vanity.
I like to blog about food.
There's a new Michelin
star restaurant
and I couldn't resist the urge
to share it with the world.
Silly old fool.
How did he arrange it?
Had a flat tyre.
At the garage this morning,
they said there was a nail in it.
I'm sure my numberplate was
a bit of a giveaway
in the restaurant car park.
He followed you when you left,
nabbed you when you had
to pull over.
Took me back to the station
for questioning
on some trumped-up charge.
Useful fabrication.
Gave him cover to discuss
the new business arrangement
between the two of us.
Well, I can't imagine a charge
like that
would have much leverage
with a man like you.
I've learned it best to keep law
enforcement on side, if possible,
so long as the price is right.
You sure he wasn't establishing
an alibi
while someone else took care
of Christina?
Huh, that sounds a bit sophisticated
for Detective Sergeant Oakshot,
wouldn't you agree?
He just seemed fixated on the money.
Well, makes sense, I suppose.
Except
..why would a man of your obvious
wealth and education
want to get involved
in criminal activity?
Who decides what constitutes
criminal activity?
It's illegal to drink Coca Cola
in North Korea.
Yeah, but why risk it?
Life is very dull
without risk, Detective.
And I have very little
to lose besides money.
Your freedom.
I doubt very much you'll be able to
trace any of this back to me
if ever you're minded to try.
Ah. You work through other people.
Perhaps you got someone else
to kill Christina for you.
Perhaps I could get someone else
to kill you?
Let me show you something.
Let me tell you a story, Danny.
Christina told me about
the first time she went riding
with her daddy.
And for years afterwards, she begged
him for a horse of her own.
Every birthday, every Christmas.
But he always told her he couldn't
afford one.
As she got older, mummy and daddy
stopped loving each other.
They forced her
to choose between them.
And just when she'd given up
all hope,
he finally bought her one.
Wasn't much to look at, but she knew
it came from a place of love.
He'd also done something to her
that hurt her very deeply,
made her feel worthless
and rejected
for an innocent teenage fling
with another girl.
In a moment of anger that she would
come to regret enormously,
she told him she didn't want his
stupid horse.
Now daddy felt angry
and hurt too.
And so
..he sold it.
Will you pass me the bucket?
The bucket. Quickly, please.
Remind me who you sold it
to, Detective.
It's not relevant.
Oh, I think it is.
I sold it to the knacker's yard.
And they both lived unhappily
ever after.
Until
Until?
Until another man came along
and tried to be a father to her.
A sad, lonely man who'd no
children of his own.
I thought I could dash the flames,
soothe her childhood trauma.
You bought it for her?
Mm-hm. I thought I could take
your place.
But it only made her want
the real thing even more.
Why would you say that?
Christina called me one last time.
Must have been shortly after she
got home.
She sounded out of it.
I was at the police station. I only
heard the message much later,
but I realised immediately she'd
dialled me by mistake.
She thought she was calling you.
Dad?
Why don't you ever pick up?
Dad?
Please, Dad.
I need you.
I thinkmaybe when she couldn't
reach you,
it tipped her over the edge.
You piece of shit.
On your knees.
On your knees!
Don't do this.
It was suicide, Danny.
You could have saved her!
So could you.
What is it they say about
the greatest good?
The greatest good
for the greatest number.
The golden rule of the
utilitarians - John Stuart Mill.
Or in your case,
the greatest good for number one,
and fuck everybody else.
I'm a Darwinian, Detective.
I believe in the survival
of the fittest.
It's over, Danny.
No, Dad.
Don't.