01x06 - Harry

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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 sh*t that ultimately k*lled 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 ill*gal 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 k*ll Christina for you.

Perhaps I could get someone else

to k*ll 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 sh*t.

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 f*ck everybody else.

I'm a Darwinian, Detective.

I believe in the survival

of the fittest.

It's over, Danny.

No, Dad.

Don't.