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[wind blowing]

[dramatic music]

[theme music]

[sinister music]

[horses whinnying]

Maia, hey!

Was that Maia?

I'm sorry. Can I help you?

| asked, was that Maia?

Yeah, it was indeed.

And you are?

Ah. I was told to expect you.

| 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 judgements.

| 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?

[Jlazz music playing in the background]

[ominous Mmusic]

[clattering]

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.

| know you're not going to use it.

What makes you so sure?

[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 Christina's meant to have passed away.

Which that suggests 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.

| wasn't aware that she was.

'Harriet Carr'.

Harry Carr.

That's not a coincidence.

[gun cocks]

[tense music]

Detective, your emotional state is understandable.

But you're in danger of making a grave mistake.

| loved Christina and I'm as devastated by her death as you are.

| 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.

[Danny uncocks gun]

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's dead!

[shouts] Why was she using your name?

| can assure you, I never heard Christina call herself that.

But you have an idea why she would.

[scoffs] There was a running joke between us that

| 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.

| 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.

| don't suppose you'd let me have that, would you?

Where did you find it?

At her flat.

Ah ha.

Where you encountered the lovely Nicola, I'm led to believe.

| 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 onto 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.

Why would she do that?

How much do you know?

| know that she was dealing online with a guy called Jake.

| know she bought herself out of her relationship with Jake,

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.

[tense music]

[horses whinnying]

[majestic music]

| know she started selling a new kind of drug.

Novel Psychoactive Substances.

Huh?

Presumably that's where you came in.

| don't deny it.

| have connections with the pharmaceutical industries.

So, it was you.

Was me what?

Who got her involved in the shit that ultimately killed her.

| 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 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.

| asked her to keep going, to my lasting regret.

She tried to walk away...

and you stopped her?

[tense music]

Scumbag!

Scumbag!

[groans] Your daughter was in flames when I met her, Danny.

So, which of us is guilty, hmm?

[sinister music]

| made a stupid mistake.

| assumed Oakshot was helping Christina because of your family connections.

| learned much later that he was more than £300,000 in debt

to some online bookmaker.

How did you find out?

| started here, Detective.

| own horses, I own stables, | 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.

| 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 about 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?

| did what I should have the first time.

Which was?

Agree to take over.

—-Her business? -Mm.

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.

| asked her to come out to dinner with me but she refused.

Maybe she didn't want to celebrate with you.

Maybe.

What about the business with Ryan pulling you over for curb crawling?

It was a ruse.

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.

| 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 number plate was 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.

| 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?

No, 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.

[laughs]

| 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 Kkill Christina for you.

Perhaps I could get someone else to kill you?

[ominous Mmusic]

[horses whinnying]

Let me show you something.

[horse whinnies]

[horse snorts]

[gentle music]

[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 they 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.

[ominous Mmusic]

Pass me the bucket?

[clicks fingers] The bucket, quickly, please!

[horse whinnying]

[horse cries]

Remind me who you sold it to, Detective.

It's not relevant.

Oh, I think it is.

| sold it to the knackers 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 had no children of his own.

| thought I could douse the flames.

Sooth her childhood trauma.

[ominous Mmusic]

-You bought it for her? -Mm-hmm.

| 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.

| was at the police station, | only heard the message much later.

But I realised immediately she'd dialled me by mistake.

She thought she was calling you.

[Christina voice recording] [sniffing]

[whispering] Dad...

[upset] Why don't you ever pick up?

Dad?

Please, Dad...

[sniffs]

| need you.

| think...

maybe when she couldn't reach you

tipped her over the edge.

[horse whinnying]

You piece of shit! [tense music]

On your knees.

[shouts] Get on your knees!

[tense music]

Don't do this.

It was suicide, Danny.

You could have saved her!

So could you.

[horse whinnying]

[cries]

[tense music]

[cries]

[horse whinnying]

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.

| believe in the survival of the fittest.

[intense music]

[gunshot] [horse screeches]

[horse cries]

It's over, Danny.

[cries]

[horse breathes heavily, snorts]

[breathes heavily]

[tense music]

[Christina] No, Dad.

Don't.

[phone rings]

[intense music]