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HORSES WHINNY

HORSES SNORT

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?

HE SCOFFS

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.

HE COCKS GUN

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.

DECOCKS GUN

HE EXHALES SHAKILY

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.

HE CHUCKLES 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.

HARRY SIGHS

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?

HARRY SIGHS

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.

DOOR OPENS

I was told to clear
the table, sir.

Go ahead.

HORSES WHINNY

HORSES SNORT

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 been... awkward,

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?

THEY PANT

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

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.

So... Ryan 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.

HE SCOFFS

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?

HORSE WHINNIES

Let me show you something.

HORSE SQUEALS

HORSES WHICKER, SNORT

HORSE SNORTS

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.

HORSE SNORTS Will you
pass me the bucket?

The bucket. Quickly, please.

HORSE SQUEALS

HORSE WHINES

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?

HORSE WHINNIES

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.

CHRISTINA SNIFFS
ON RECORDING Dad?

SHE GROANS Why don't
you ever pick up?

VOICE BREAKING: Dad?

Please, Dad.

SHE SNIFFS

I need you.

I think... maybe when
she couldn't reach you,

it tipped her over the edge.

HORSE SQUEALS

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.

HORSE GRUNTS

WHICKERING

HE SOBS QUIETLY

HE GRUNTS

HORSE SQUEALS

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.

GUNSHOT

HORSE SQUEALS

HORSES SQUEAL, NEIGH

It's over, Danny.

HORSES WHINNY

HORSE PANTS

HORSES WHICKER

HORSE SQUEAL

HE INHALES DEEPLY

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

ECHOING: No, Dad.

Don't.

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