02x05 - Sapphire

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Hello. What can I get you?

Um, nothing. I'm
fine, but thank you.

Hello. Maybe I can help you?

Oh, maybe. Um, I'm
looking for someone.

I'm right here.

Oh, no, sorry.

Uh, not you. I'm sorry.

Do you know this girl?

Hmm.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, uh, I wonder if we could...

Oh, yeah, I'm sure I can help.

Is there somewhere we could go?

Do you have a room?

Is room 326 available?

It's a suite. Very nice.

Yeah, sure. Let's do that.

Don't know about
you, but I'm thirsty.

Of course.

How about that one?

Yeah, champagne. Why not?

THEY LAUGH

What's your name?

Sapphire. Really?

Really.

LIFT PINGS

So...

Thank you.

It's 300 for the first hour...

and then it's 200 for
any subsequent hours.

I have a confession to make.

I came here to talk to you.

Oh, you're not a cop, are you?

No, no, God, no. But
I do want to talk.

Well, pay me for my time

and you can do whatever
you like, babe.

I take contact less.

One hour is plenty.

It's an expensive business.

Hmm.

How much do they let you keep?

You've not done this before.

Is this your first
time with a woman?

No, actually.

I wish I got more
female punters.

You know, I never get them.

You don't have to
do all the bullshit.

What kind of bullshit?

Oh, I'm so young and innocent

and they're this big bad man
who's come to corrupt me.

I mean, most of them don't
even know how to f*ck properly.

It's embarrassing.

But when a woman comes,

I know what she wants...

Real intimacy.

So, what's your real name?

You know I can't tell you that.

Come on,

tell me your fantasy.

Why are you here?

To see you.

You, specifically.

Where did you get that?

I'm sorry, but I really do need
to talk to you about your friend,

the one who was k*lled.

Who are you? I know
this is a shock,

but I need you to tell me
about the man who m*rder*d her.

Get the f*ck out of my way!

You spoke to a DC called Louisa
McAdams. What did you tell her?

I've got a bouncer on speed dial
who'll be here in ten seconds.

A young woman was m*rder*d

and the police have
you down as a witness.

But they don't know where I am.
Really? How come I found you?

So, you ARE a cop. No,
but I could call them.

How would your employer
feel about that?

Well, go ahead. See if I care.

Oh, no. No, I'm not... I'm
not trying to threaten you,

but I think that you need a friend,
and maybe I could be that friend.

OK.

To be honest, I don't even remember
what I told that police officer.

You said your friend was
being attacked by a man.

I lied.

My friend went back
to Odesa. I was bored.

You were bored?

I'll show you.

From my friend Irena.

"Making good dough. f*cked an
old guy and got a huge tip."

"Taking the next two
weeks off from c*ck."

Irena. That could be anybody.

It's her.

So you lied to the police
about your friend being dead?

Yeah. I like winding
up dumb cops.

Why did this Irena go home?

Because she stole some money
and she got into some trouble.

With who? With Jaisal?

Well, he runs this
operation, doesn't he?

Was he the one who attacked her?

Look, no-one attacked
anyone. I lied, OK?

I don't believe you. It's written
all over your face, Sapphire.

You saw that man. I
didn't see anything.

Then how did you describe
him to the police?

He was just some guy!

So, you did see him! f*ck!

When did you see him?!

I need a cigarette.

Mmm.

Can we start again?

OK.

Who are you?

My name is Susannah.

I'm not with the police.

I'm a psychotherapist.

Oh. One of those.

Yeah, one of those.

So, people pay to talk to
you to make them feel better?

I suppose you could say that.

Same as me,

minus the f*cking.

I'm not sure it's
quite the same.

That's why people come to
me, to make them feel better.

If you say so.

You think you're better than
me? That what you do is smarter?

I really don't.

I just need your help. And
then I'll leave you alone.

Why do you care?

Because the man you saw is

so dangerous and he
has to be stopped.

And you're the one to stop him.

Yeah.

Tell me what you saw.

Come here.

I need to know if I
can trust you first.

Of course you can
trust me... Shh.

Enough talking.

That's not how I get
to know my clients.

I touch them and I watch
how they look at me...

...and I can see it
- all in their eyes.

Their loneliness.

Their desperation.

Their desires.

How much they need this.

How much do you
need this, Susannah?

I'll tell you what.

Why don't I tell you a little
story and you can psychoanalyse me?

The last time I was
on one of these...

...I f*cked this rich
guy with gold teeth.

He was sweet. I've had worse.

But then all of a sudden
I started to cry...

And so I told him
to f*ck me harder

so that my cries would
sound like moans...

...but then he said that
he liked it when I cried...

...and I thought that
was disgusting...

...so I smacked him across the
face because I was so angry.

I thought I'd be in trouble,

but he said I was feisty.

He calls his son and
tells him to come over...

...and he watched

while his son f*cked me...

...and came on my face...

...and in my hair.

What do you make of that?

I think it's interesting
that you want to shock me.

Hmm. And did I?

I hear a lot of dark
things in my job.

Your turn.

Tell me something horrible
that happened to you.

You mean something sexual?

You're hoping I'm damaged.

THEY LAUGH

I won't know that
until I've f*cked you.

OK, I...

...I had sex with a PE teacher

at my daughter's school
after a PTA meeting

in the changing rooms, and
it stank of stale sweat.

SHE LAUGHS

And then one of the kids from
my daughter's class walked in.

Her parents never looked
at me the same way again.

Oh, come on. That's a bit
careless, but it's not unpleasant.

Dig a little deeper.

What's eating the dark
heart of Susannah?

I can see it on your
face. What is it?

I neglected my daughter...

...and she took her own life.

That is unpleasant.
I'm so sorry.

So, we can trust each
other now, right?

Yeah, we can. I can feel it.

So, let me tell
you one more time.

There was no guy. I made it up.

Sorry, honey.

You see,

I reckon that you... you
like to keep a a low profile,

So I'm struggling to imagine you

drawing attention to yourself by
making up a pretty traumatic crime.

My guess is that you got so
freaked out by what you saw

that you ran to get help,

but the moment you realised you
were talking to a police officer,

you got scared and ran off.

It wasn't Irena
from Odesa, was it,

your friend who was k*lled?

What was her name?

What was her name?!

Christina.

Oh.

You... you were with her?

Oh.

Wait, what was your
daughter's name?

Christina.

Tell me what happened.

Where was it?
What did you see?

f*cking hell.
This is too much.

I need a... a... a cigarette.

Oh, my God.

Danny was right, he was right.

But Jackie wasn't
working on her own. f*ck!

I'm... I'm really sorry you
had to find out this way.

OK, OK, OK...

OK, OK.

Tell me everything...

...from the beginning.

How well did you know Christina?

Were you close?

Um... yeah, we
were at one point.

I was kind of in love with her.

Um...

...she was something special.

Yeah, she was.

But she was in a bad way.

In... In what way? I
want to hear the truth.

Um, well, she was doing a
lot of drugs - coke and MD -

and she was selling stuff for
these guys. I don't know who.

But... I felt I was
losing her to them.

I could have saved her.

Oh, God, I could have saved her.

You... You're not responsible.

No, you don't know
the whole story.

So, what happened? Please.

She's my daughter
and I need to know.

Oh...

OK...

OK.

Um...

Well, she'd been out at a
club and... and she called me

and she asked me to come over.

And so I did.

And she was really frantic

and she tells me that
she's in danger...

...but I didn't believe her

because she'd said this
kind of thing before.

Then what?

And she told me that
she wanted a cigarette,

but I'd left them in the car, so
I went out to go and get them.

And there was this
guy smoking outside

and I thought he was a
resident and so I let him in.

And when I got
upstairs to the flat,

the door was open and
I could see him...

...strangling her

with a cord around her neck.

And I should have done
something, I should have,

but I didn't. I just ran.

And the next thing I heard...

...she was dead.

SHE SOBS

And I... I keep
thinking about her face,

how scared she looked when
she said she was frightened.

No, it's not your fault.

Oh, come on! You don't
even believe that.

I let him in - the
man who k*lled her.

And I see his face and his hands

every single f*cking
night in my dreams.

What did he look like?

Oh...

Oh, just normal. Just a guy.

No, think!

Anything out of the
ordinary. Was he familiar?

No, I'd never seen him.

Well, did your boss know him?
Oh! Where the hell is Jaisal?

He's on holiday, OK,
with two of the girls.

Give me his number.

Oh, no, you can't reach
him on those trips.

He f*ck the girls in his
suite in Dubai for two weeks.

He must have a f*cking
phone with him.

I've been on one of those
trips. I know how it goes.

No, there must be something
about the man. Think.

There was nothing.

Except he stank of f*gs.

It was Jon.

Oh, then he came to see me.

I touched those hands.

Those hands that took her life.

What?

Wait, why did they say it was
suicide? It obviously wasn't.

There are people protecting
Jon and the things he does.

Danny was right. I... Why
didn't I listen to him?

She talked about you, you know?

She said she wished
you were closer.

It's too late to do
anything about that now.

So, what now?

Why do you do this job?

Oh, God, I hate that question.

Sex work is just
like any other work.

My friends who work in
bars earn less in a month

than I earn in a weekend.

Money isn't everything.

Only people with money say
stupid things like that.

But you have so many
options. You're intelligent,

you're insanely beautiful.

There are people out there that
will destroy anything beautiful.

This is such a dangerous
job. You must know that.

Yeah, well, the
world's dangerous.

I could get run over
by a car tomorrow.

Please take care of
yourself, Christina.

Christina?

You just called me Christina.

I'm sorry.

Just be careful. Promise me.

I'm not Christina. You don't
need to worry about me.

Well, where is your mother?

What? That's none
of your business.

Well, someone needs
to care for you.

This is getting
really f*cked up.

You mustn't let anything
happen to you. Do you hear me?

Get your hands off me.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry!

I've got another client.
You've got to go.

What is that?

It's a raven.

White flesh, black bird.

She doesn't realise.

She'll think he's her client.

It's you he's after.

I need you to leave.

Your tattoo. The... girl
he'll k*ll has a black bird.

Shut the f*ck up.

No, he'll k*ll you if you
don't get away from here.

You are sick in the
head. Do you know that?

Please just get out! I
understand you're scared.

Yes. You're scaring me!

I am here to save you.

You're a witness.

Of course they want you gone!

I'm not your daughter. I'm
sorry Christina's dead,

but I can take care of myself!

No, stay.

Let go. Get off me, you freak!

THUD Oh!

And by the way, I lied. She
never mentioned you. Not once.

DOOR OPENS Oh.

DOOR CLOSES

Oh!

Sapphire, wait!

Leave me alone.
Stop following me!

Sa... Sapphire.
Sapphire, please!

LIFT PINGS

f*ck.

Oi!

MUFFLED g*nsh*t

Oi!

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