Identity (2010): Season 1, Episode 3 - Pariah - full transcript

So where was Bloom
for the last three days?

Don't worry about it, Anthony.
I do worry.

Maybe he won't be with us long.
What makes you say that?

Bloody hell! Brendan!
It's good to see you too, Atif.

Some bastard
gave the boss up to the police.

My brother called.
When will you see him?

When he was arrested,
you just disappeared.

Leave it with me.
I'll call you back.

Who's that? Your girlfriend?
No.

I could meet a regular guy with a
job, who doesn't vanish for months.

I could meet a regular guy with a
job, who doesn't vanish for months.



They say you tussled for the knife,

so we expect to see some nicks
and cuts, Mr Calshaw.

(SCREAMING)

No cuts.

'The train now arriving at Platform
2 is the 18:02 to Scarborough,

calling at Luton Airport Parkway,

Luton, Bedford, Wellingborough,
Kettering, Corby...'

Luton, Bedford, Wellingborough,
Kettering, Corby...'

You can listen to a story tape.
You can't listen to your iPod.

What about The Odyssey?
What about my iPod?

(SHOUTING FROM OUTSIDE)

Killer!
(YELLING)

Killer!
Killer!

(CRASH)
Ohh!



Sam! Sam! Sam!

Ahh!
(GLASS SHATTERS)

(SHOUTS CONTINUE)

Killer!
(SIREN)

She babysat my kids!
Why weren't we told who she was?

It's a government conspiracy.
I can't say any more.

Colin Highsmith, Witness Protection.
I got here as soon as I could.

Thanks, Colin. Safeguarding new
identities is our bag now.

You don't say. We lost six staff
in your land-grab.

Sounds like you had some dead wood.

We create the IDs but you get
called if they're breached.

Doesn't make sense.
Perfect sense. Checks and balances.

Together we're stronger.
In that spirit of cooperation,

I've been Amy's liaison officer
for 10 years.

I can help.

Let us know where to contact you.
Don't shut me out.

I know Amy. I know that not so deep
down, she's still Suzie Green.

I have to ask you this
as a formality.

Were you born Susan Walsh
on 13th May, 1977?

My name is Amy Carol Quilan.

I was born at Bristol District
General hospital, March 4 1978.

I was an only child.
My parents were Greg and Sarah.

My father was a salesman,
my mother a teacher.

I was home-schooled until I was 11.

Like she said, it's just a formality.
We already know who you are.

RADIO: 'Subject now en route
to the safe house. Copy.'

'Copy.'

(WATER RUNS)

King's Cross is a pretty busy place.

What did Witness Protection think
about you living there?

They deemed it an unnecessary risk.

You were never going to hide
in some fishing village, were you?

Has he... Has Sam asked you
any awkward questions yet?

Has he... Has Sam asked you
any awkward questions yet?

No. And he's a very inquisitive boy.

Someone threw a brick
through his bedroom window.

He needs something. A story.
A rationale.

Like his mother's a national pariah
and his dad's a child killer?

Doesn't have to be the truth.

He doesn't even have to believe it,
but he'll want to.

He'll know I'm lying.
He knows me too well.

You've done all right so far.

I can't.

I can't face him.

I saw
all the war and espionage posters.

So you know what intelligence is,
apart from just being clever?

Yeah. Information.
Secret information.

Well, those people outside your
window, they had bad intelligence.

Well, those people outside your
window, they had bad intelligence.

Who gave it to them?
Good question.

We're trying to find out.
The point is,

when people believe something,
especially stupid people,

it's very hard to get them
to change their minds.

What do they believe?
That your mum's someone she's not.

A bad person?
Yeah.

But we know different, don't we? Cos
we know the facts. Now look at this.

Now, this is real.

A fake one of these
shows up under UV light.

There's a special secret marking
there.

You can't see it with the naked eye,
but it's there.

Suzie Green's lived as Amy Quilan

since her release from prison
ten years ago.

Her identity and
home address were leaked anonymously

An hour later, it went viral.

Good news travels fast.

Sourcing its origin
will be a bloody nightmare.

So we have two priorities,

tracing the leak and ensuring
Amy and her son's safety.

Ten years ago, Suzie's
husband Brian Green was convicted

Ten years ago, Suzie's
husband Brian Green was convicted

of the kidnap and murder
of 7-year-old Lucy Sinclair,

daughter of oil executive...

..David Sinclair.

A cash ransom of £3 million
was demanded, but never paid.

Lucy's body was never found.

Why the hell didn't he pay?
Tough guy.

Came up from nothing.
Thought it was a pissing contest,

even after Lucy's little finger
was sent in the post.

Suzie claimed she'd been forced
into the kidnap plot

by the overpowering Brian.

She got a reduced sentence
for testifying against him.

Very. She only did two years.
Mitigating circumstances.

After her arrest,
she found she was pregnant.

She gave birth in Holloway.

Sam is Brian Green's son?
But they've never met.

So now we have to consider
the possibility

that David Sinclair
is behind this leak.

So he flushes Suzie out
so he can pick her off?

Just say hello. Let Sinclair know
that we're watching.

I worked hard to get new identities
under our roof.

Don't make me look like
a greedy overreaching bitch.

(CROWS CAW)

We understand this must be...
unsettling for you.

Unsettling?

Well, it must...reopen old wounds.

Well, that presupposes
that they ever healed.

I'm sorry.
No, you're worried what I might do,

if, in fact, I'm behind the leak.

We're watching, Mr Sinclair.
Watching and waiting.

Well, you're good at that.
That's what you were doing

while those freaks
mutilated and killed my daughter.

That's a bit harsh.
Don't talk to me about harsh.

I don't even have a grave
to mourn her.

Come on. It's not our fault
you didn't pay the ransom.

He didn't mean that.

Brian Green will die in prison.
That's enough.

Oh, really? You never said,
'As far as I'm concerned,

they're as guilty as each other,
and that witch cheated justice'?

Come with me.

(TOY PLAYS TUNE)

This is Naomi. Hold her.

No, you're all right, mate...
Please.

She gave me new life.

A second chance.

You think I'd throw that away
to crush a bug like Suzie Green?

The man's moved on.
I think that was the message there.

Laid it on a bit thick, didn't he?

(CAR DOORS CLOSING)

BLOOM: Hup!
I should be revising, really.

Revising? Come on, it's Saturday!

Mum says the best schools are all
expensive, so I need a scholarship.

No pressure, then?

I came top in the entrance exam
for St Jacob's Collegiate,

but they still didn't want me.
(MOBILE RINGS)

Martha.
Five people at Witness Protection

know about her new identity.

Stay put while we clear them, OK?
'OK.'

(DIFFERENT MOBILE RINGS)

It's me. I need you to see Nazar.

'You promised.'
Sweetheart...

'Sweetheart! My sweetheart!'

Atif.

'You can finish your chat
when you've honoured her brother.'

Visiting hours are 10 to 12.

I just can't do that today, Atif.

I can't.
'Hang on.'

I need to put out my cigarette.

'Aahh!'

Mr Shea, what is the nature
of your relationship with Mr Kemal?

Business partners.

Business partners?
Mm.

Right. I need your mobile.

(TV on)

Sam?
I'm just getting a drink, OK?

(GROANING)

(GASPS)

Uff! Mmph!
Sam?

Sam? Sam!

Torturing your own sister to make
a point - that's low, even for you.

But there you sit, Brendan.

I made you money. I cut you in,
a stranger, a nobody -

not because I liked you,
not because I trusted you,

but because my sister asked me to,

and I like to put a smile
on her face.

So when you let me down,
you let her down.

I had to go away.

I had problems of my own.

Do you want a life with her?

Kids, holidays, walks on the beach,
growing old together?

Is that what you want?

If it is,
isn't it your dad I have to speak to?

I know who it was, Brendan.

I know who to thank for my new
surroundings. I figured it out.

Atif. It won't be hard.

When you pull the trigger,

just remember what he did
to that beautiful face.

They were hit with a Taser gun.

Neighbours saw nothing.
We're trying for CCTV.

We've got Sam's picture out to...
What about Bloom?

No sign of him.

(RINGING)

Give me that!

(SIREN)

(TYRES SQUEAL)

Spare me the family crisis bullshit
you've prepared.

It isn't like I left them unguarded.
I asked you to stay put.

You said you would.

We can do this now, or after.
After what?

After we figure out
why the safe house wasn't safe.

Take the rest of the day off.
As in, get out of my sight.

OK. Fine. Just make sure you ask her
if she didn't want to be exposed.

What?

She says no to Canada but,
against all advice, yes to London,

yes to jobs where she meets thousands
of strangers every day.

I read defiance, I read protest,
even contempt.

What happened? Where were you?
You were supposed to protect us!

Amy, no.
(SOBS)

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry.

(MUFFLED CRIES)

Press blanket's in place. Downside
is, no sightings from the public.

We need to hand this on.
We need incident rooms, manpower.

I'm liaising with Kidnap.
This is still our case.

As long as
we're not just proving a point.

And what point might that be, Tessa?

That we bit off more
than we can chew

in taking over New Identities
from Witness Protection.

And by we, you mean me.
Yeah. I suppose so.

Actually, I have reasons
other than overweening ambition

for believing we're best placed
to find Sam, thanks.

I'm not suggesting
it's anything to do -

His abduction was a result of the
exposure of his mother's identity.

We find the leak,
we find the kidnapper.

So the safe house.
Any phone traffic in or out?

Well,
there is an incoming-only landline

but it wasn't used
in the last 48 hours.

I'm running a cell dump
from the nearest mast,

but with no number to match it to...

CCTV? Speed cameras?
They seem to have steered through.

It's like he was taken
by the Invisible Man.

Amy worked here as a cleaner
since 2005.

She always struck me
as someone with a story, a past.

But that's everyone, right?

And sooner or later
everyone needs a shoulder to cry on.

You're not asking
if she took confession?

I'm asking if there was anyone
she was close to,

anyone she might trust
with her true identity.

As far as I know, the only man in
Amy's life was Augustine of Hippo.

Amy was taken with Augustine's
rather modern concept of evil.

He didn't see it
as psychologically innate,

but simply an absence of good.

She saw the hope of redemption?

'Hope has two beautiful daughters.
Their names are Anger and Courage -

Anger at the way things are, and
Courage to see that they change.'

(SCHOOLBOYS CHATTER)

What's the school?
St Jacob's Collegiate.

Sam sat the scholarship exam,
but he didn't make it.

That's not how he tells it.

You've both had the pleasure.
Could Sinclair be behind this?

Motive and means, yes.
Not sure about opportunity.

He couldn't know the location
of the safe house.

Money like his buys opportunity.

We've had two leaks,
Amy's ID and the safe house,

and not one witness.

Does make sense if the Invisible Man
was an inside man.

A copper?
Mm-hm. That's a bit of a leap.

OK. Set up interviews
with the officers guarding Sam.

Ditto everyone at Witness Protection
who knew Amy Quilan's identity.

Well, on that basis
we need to go after Bloom.

Don't be ridiculous.
Why?

He's the one who went AWOL
right before Sam was snatched.

BLOOM: So what kind of things
do you two talk about?

Supposedly her not-so-new life
as Amy Quilan,

which means talking
about her precious bloody son.

Is she a proud mum?
Never shuts up about him.

Ironic, eh?

If you hate her so much,
why don't you hand on the file?

I've tried. No one wants it.
Funny, that.

You know why the vast majority
drop out of the programme?

They can say farewell
but not goodbye?

Specifically
where their parents are concerned.

In ten years, Suzie Green's
never once asked to see Mum and Dad

and they've never asked to see her.
They know what she is.

Do you fancy a drink, Colin?
I hear you like a drink.

Go screw yourself.

Um...I heard a rumour,

and it probably is just a rumour...

Spit it out, Anthony.

When Bloom was undercover
he was suspected of taking bribes.

Is it true?

Well, if it is, they clearly
didn't find anything, did they?

I went to see Malcolm Calshaw
in hospital.

You what?
He confirmed what we both know,

that Bloom stabbed him in cold blood
and without provocation.

Malcolm Calshaw is a convicted -
What if he'd died?

Face it, we have absolutely no idea
who Bloom is.

Here's something else for your file,
Anthony.

Bloom was SO10's most decorated,
longest-serving undercover.

His work yielded over 100 arrests.

Big deal. Let him stay at home
polishing his medals.

Half of CID are gunning for us,
Martha.

They think we're an overfunded spoilt
brat flavour-of-the-month unit -

which we know is crap,
but with Bloom on board,

we'll be giving them ammunition
on a daily basis.

He has no allegiance
to anything or anyone.

No. And you, well, you're the soul
of loyalty, aren't you, Anthony?

I've no loyalty to him, no.

I'm just trying to understand
why you have.

And what is that supposed to mean?

Sorry. I've tracked the IP address
from where the post came from.

It's registered to the home address
of a serving Met officer,

Sergeant Colin Highsmith.
He's Amy's police liaison.

I tried to pull the file, but Bloom
beat me to it.

(SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING)

Any closer to finding Sam?
Are you supposed to be here?

Find out what this charges,
I'll take you somewhere special.

Come back for coffee afterwards?
Sure. Why not?

I'm not the kind of girl
you bang and forget, is why not.

See a wedding ring?
Anything could happen.

I wouldn't.

I only noticed the laptop
was missing this morning.

It must've been pinched from my bag.

Why didn't you report it?
I was about to.

Do you have a password?

Look, if the Met had issued me
with an encrypted laptop -

Is that a no, Sergeant?

Of course,
there is another explanation.

Detective Inspector Bloom
has just entered the room.

You sold the information.
And why would I do that?

You and Amy have something in common,
haven't you?

Both got a bit of child-killing form.

A 'child' in the middle of the road,
off his tits on pills and vodka.

And whatever you've heard,
I was stone cold sober.

How soon did you start resenting it
more than you regretted it?

Two years and three months.
The day your wife filed for divorce?

The day she got custody of our son.
And Colin Highsmith Mk II was born.

A lonely, bitter alcoholic.

Must have
made you feel angry, cheated, owed.

Certain parties would pay a high
price for Suzie Green's new identity.

Trouble me to deny that,
I'll trouble you for a lawyer.

Did you get drunk...
I mean, drunker than usual,

and do a silly thing?

She murdered someone's kid,
but kept her own.

That drove you nuts, didn't it?

It was my son's birthday on Monday.
I took the train up to see him.

On the way back I had a few cans.
More than a few.

When I woke up at Euston
the laptop was gone out of my bag.

A guard woke me up. You can check.

(DOOR CLOSES)

I read his file.
So I gather.

I asked you to stay away.
I came here to help.

And what is more, they know
that I asked you to stay away.

I know that this is hard for you,
but please, please,

do your level best
to answer me honestly.

OK?

Is it just too late
for you to be part of a team?

I don't know.

I hope not.

We'll speak to the guard. The story
is so ludicrous it's got to be true.

Cock-up, not conspiracy.

With you all the way.

You didn't tell us
Sam had a pay-as-you-go mobile.

Because I didn't know. Why aren't
you out trying to find him?

Did Sam get attached to someone?

Like an adult? A boyfriend, maybe?
No.

You don't have boyfriends?
No.

I get it. I get you living
in King's Cross. The transience,

I get it. I get you living
in King's Cross. The transience,

the background noise, anonymity
without solitude. I get that.

You know, you work hard,
you keep busy,

put everything that you can
into the here and now,

because it's too late.
This isn't about me!

It's too late to put down roots
and start again,

and if you look
beyond the end of next week,

you just want to...
stick your head in a bucket.

Your life
can't be all just God, and grind,

and being a great mum,
and all work and no play.

You need companionship, intimacy,
laughter, sex. Everyone does.

You need companionship, intimacy,
laughter, sex. Everyone does.

You're forgetting something.

What's that?

Well, I'm not everyone, am I?

Not by a long stretch.

You keep Suzie Green in this box,
don't you?

'Amy, Amy, let me out!'

'Amy, Amy, let me out!'

Just for one night.
Just for one wild night.

Look. Here's you and Brian
living it up in Las Vegas.

Look. Here's you and Brian
living it up in Las Vegas.

Real Las Vegas, not a bar called
Las Vegas in Chingford High Street.

And that looks like real champagne.

Brian had champagne tastes.
So did Suzie.

Yes, she did.

The kidnapper's made contact.

TESSA: 'Hello, Suzie.'

'Where is little Lucy buried?'

'Claim your three million
and be at St Pancras by six.'

'Claim your three million
and be at St Pancras by six.'

I...I don't know what...
Brian did with her.

He promised me he wouldn't kill her.

You believed him?
Yes.

Even though he'd cut off her finger
and posted it to her Dad?

I don't know where she is.
Why would I lie?

MARTHA: Three million pounds?

A reward that just happens to match
the original ransom demand?

When Brian Green wouldn't talk,

Lucy's father offered a reward
for the recovery of her body.

That offer's still valid?
He never withdrew it.

Does Brian know that Sam's his kid?
Of course he does.

Then his paternal instinct
might be Sam's best hope.

Where's he serving out his sentence?
Deptford prison.

That sounds like a job for you.

There you go, Inspector.

Hello, Brian.

Somebody's taken our son.

Somebody's taken Sam.

They want Sinclair's reward money.

Where is she, Brian?

Where did you bury Lucy?

And in case you think this is
all a ruse to make you talk...

I know you'll never forgive me
for testifying...

I know you'll never forgive me
for testifying...

..but I'm begging you.

Help me save our son.

Look at him.

Look at him!

He's your son, Brian.
Your flesh and blood.

They're gonna chop his finger off
in four hours!

You can save him.

Only...you...can save him.

Only...you...can save him.

(INHALES)

# Oh, Suzie Q

# Oh, Suzie Q

# Oh, Suzie Q, baby,
I love you, my Suzie Q

# Oh, Suzie Q, baby,
I love you, my Suzie Q

# I like the way you walk

# I like the way you talk

# I like the way you walk...
(CLAPS)

# My Suzie Q

Very good. Good acoustics.

What are the acoustics like
in your steel box, Brian?

Six by eight, right?
Made especially for you.

Made for a man
who'd mutilate a child,

then deny her parents
a grave to mourn her.

then deny her parents
a grave to mourn her.

But that's all water under the bridge
if you help us now.

We could be talking a window.

She's played you like a tune.

Brian!

Don't waste your time
bargaining with me.

Suzie chose the spot.
I just did the digging.

Story of my life.

If I had any idea, do you really
think I'd keep it to myself?

(WHISTLES)

My son's life is at stake!
So's yours.

Your release was tied to you having
nothing to do with Lucy's murder.

My life is nothing without Sam.
Nothing!

Old Bri punched above his weight
bagging you.

He loved me.
He still does.

He wasn't crying for his son
in there.

Maybe he thought the crime
and the money would hobble you,

bind you to him.

What would you give
to find Lucy and have Sam back?

Anything.
Everything?

Wait. We need five minutes.

Can you scrub the cameras?
That depends.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(LOCK RATTLES)

Hainault Forest. The old forge.

(THUNDER)

(CROW CAWS)

We need to make a presumptive ID.

The little finger on the left hand
should be missing.

Three million, unmarked.
Been sitting in my safe for years.

Three million, unmarked.
Been sitting in my safe for years.

Do you want it?

You know I do.

Well, I want something too.

You saw her after I did.

You saw her last.
Not last.

Well. You take my point.

Tell me something,

anything,

about those last days.

We played Scrabble.

You and her? Or you, her and Brian?

Me and her.
Sweet.

Who won?

She did.

Did you let her win?

Sometimes.

Why?
I don't know.

Was it an act of kindness?
Please.

Did you want
to put a smile on her face?

Perhaps a better way to have done
that would've been to let her go.

I couldn't.
Yes, you could.

While Brian was out
posting her finger to me.

I was too scared.
You were a coward.

Yes.

Tell me something else.

I can't think of anything.

We've got plenty of time.

When we played Scrabble...

..Lucy used to make swear words.

Yeah, she did.

Little monkey.

He's going to cut
my son's finger off.

I know. At six o'clock.
(GASPS)

I know. At six o'clock.
(GASPS)

So we're going to sit and talk a bit
longer before I hand that over.

What?
That thing in the morgue.

That bag of bones.

It's not my daughter.

It's not Lucy.

Why should you get your son back
unscathed?

I don't deserve your money
or your mercy,

but he's just a little boy.

Please! Please.

It's a weird thing to say
about an eight-year-old,

but she would've made
a great mother.

I know she would.

Take it.

Take it.

(PHONE RINGS)

'There's a brown paper bag
under the phone. Open it.'

'Take a taxi to Waterloo Bridge.
You've got 10 minutes.'

Waterloo Bridge, yeah?

(MOBILE RINGS)
Yeah.

(DISTORTED) 'Stop the cab now.' Pull
over.

Hello! Stop here.

(DISTORTED) 'Drop the bag
over the side of the bridge.'

(MOTORBIKE)

(TYRES SQUEAL, ENGINE REVS)

(DISTORTED) 'I have a six-inch blade
pressing into his heart.'

(ENGINE REVS)

You OK? You OK?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Stay with me. Stay with me!

(DOOR OPENS)

Sam!

Sam!

Hero of the hour.

I was kind of in the red
so now I'm breaking even.

Looks like they
might be off to Canada after all.

We're working up
their new identities now.

She hasn't asked to visit her parents
or some other relative, has she?

No. Why?
Nothing.

I think it might be worth
putting her under surveillance.

There is no evidence whatsoever
that Amy abducted her own son.

Ditto Lucy's murder.

The weekend Green probably killed
her, she was visiting her parents.

Exactly. In many ways
Amy was Brian's victim too.

He ruined her life.

So? So that's the point.
That's the source of her rage.

Saddle anyone with a bad reputation,
they live up to it.

Even if it's undeserved?
Especially if it's undeserved.

It doesn't make sense.
She's released from prison.

She lives a blameless,
industrious life.

It's all for nothing.
Not true. She has a son she adores.

He's tarred with the same brush.
That pushes her over the edge.

Says who?
Playing by the rules, being good,

saying sorry. It's a waste
if people have made their minds up.

You're saying Sam's prospective
school knew who his parents were?

The headmaster is on the board
of the Police Federation.

It could be a coincidence.
But it's probably not.

It still doesn't follow that she had
anything to do with Sam's abduction.

Ma'am, Amy's requested to be allowed
to visit her parents, unaccompanied.

First time in 10 years.

Say yes, but not too readily.
We'll see where she takes us.

Cheers.

Right, got him!

(HANDCUFFS CLINK)

Didn't think I had it in me?
No, I didn't.

You saw what I wanted you to see.
The washed-up alcoholic.

The prerogative of the
wrongly accused. Play up to it.

And no mere judge and jury
could exonerate you, could they?

That was left for the tabloids
to decide, and they found you guilty,

guilty of being
The Evil Bitch From Hell.

Aa-aahh!

If you give a dog a bad name,
some day it'll live up to it.

He got the top mark,
but they refused him a scholarship.

They must've found out who I am.
It's the only explanation.

You and I have a lot in common.

Condemned by rumours and lies,
prisoners of our past.

But what can we do?
We can take something back.

Like what?
Like three million quid.

'Hope has two beautiful daughters.
Their names are Anger and Courage,

Anger at the way things are
and Courage to see that they change.'

Maybe you could've worn the injustice
of it all,

but how dare they take it out
on your precious, blameless son?

How fucking dare they?

What's going to happen to him now?

(DOOR CLANGS SHUT)