Shoot the Messenger (2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Episode #1.5 - full transcript
Previously on
"Shoot the Messenger"...
You're personally
involved in two murders
that I'm investigating.
Well, can't we just talk?
We just did.
Thank you for stopping by, Detective.
Simon: Does your wife know
you posted it online.
Okay. First of all
I am not an alcoholic.
I like coke.
We're initiating an
independent commission
to investigate instances of suspected
police misconduct and corruption.
Hassan: Look, this is what
they killed Khaalid for.
You interested or not?
- What do you want?
- Fifty grand.
Christ. It's Sam Charles.
Oh shit.
Phil, what's more urgent than urgent?
Hardcastle: Judge Reeves called.
She wants to see you
this morning. Privately.
She say what's it about?
No. She wasn't forthcoming.
Sounded pretty grim, actually.
Before lunch you've got
fifteen. Sound good?
All right. Fine.
Sam Charles... Sam Charles?
Yesterday Judge Reeves
was behind Khaalid's murder
today it's the Attorney General?
I saw the two of them.
In a video. Having sex.
Trust me, Sam Charles is catnip
for the women of this city.
I mean, my God, I even
been charmed by him.
You're being played, Channing.
So give Hassan the money
and see for yourself.
Old school I know,
but I'm still getting used
to buying the news.
I don't exactly have $50,000
tucked into my bosom.
Well, then we lose the story
to someone who does.
Okay, what if Hassan will
settle for less than fifty.
He's on the run...
Yeah, sure, he'd probably go for less.
What? So we're negotiating now?!
Right. Well, before I go above
my pay grade
I need to know a little bit
more about this video.
Journalism 101, corroborate your story.
You didn't see it, right?
Correct.
I didn't want to push it
with Hassan, scare him off.
Fine.
Let's get him on the phone.
He's not answering.
So he's not that desperate
to collect his fifty grand.
Look, he's got some crass
extortion scheme going
and I'm not interested
in lining his pockets.
Look, this isn't about bedrooms,
it's about a dead kid.
With a name.
Khaalid Faaruq Suleman.
Don't you play the morality
card with me, Daisy.
Do you think Sam Charles
wants that video
all over the front page?
She's right.
It's motive for killing Khaalid.
What? So Sam Charles is
riding around with a gun.
He didn't have to fire
the shot to be behind it.
I don't get it.
Why are you backing away from this?
Did I say don't investigate?
Prove me wrong.
Get me a second source.
Oh, and since Sam Charles is
championing the Commission,
cops are not a reliable second source,
they'll tar him with any brush.
I've got the Lawson warrant, sir.
I'm gonna take it back to another judge.
No. No, no. I wanna check that myself.
We can't afford any more screw ups.
I was going over the
new Ali transcriptions
and the name 'Harry' keeps popping up.
- Any connection to Lawson?
- Don't know yet.
Okay. Well, Lawson's the catch.
If Harry is the bait,
follow it down the line.
Got it.
Oh yeah. We-we, also we got
a ballistics match
on the Tasha Trotman shooting.
Simon: I hear what Mary's saying.
Sam Charles is a playboy.
But maybe all the women on his
arm are well dressed beards...
Daisy: Maybe...
Hey, Simon. Check this out.
It's from Khaalid's photo stream.
Who's buddy with the good teeth?
I'd say they're more than buddies.
Well, at least this one's
age appropriate.
Where'd you get these?
Blade searched the server,
found the stream,
cloned it onto my computer.
Did you got a name?
GriffinXglossy...
Hm. And 411 had a listing probably.
Blade's working the
Geo-location of the shot.
Busy guy your Blade.
The thing is, the photos
of GriffinX drop off
right before Khaalid was killed.
Maybe GriffinX knows something we don't.
He could be our elusive second source.
Given the sensitivity
of what you're up to,
it might not be that smart
to have all this in plain view.
Sure. We could use the war room.
Yeah. Please do.
By war room you mean... eww.
You've used this place before?
A couple times.
Mary too.
Cozy.
So let's decorate the place.
You're actually gonna use string?
I'm old fashioned like that.
Where do you want to start?
Hassan Ali.
Khaalif Suleman.
Known gang leader.
Associate of Hassan.
Khaalid, brother of Khaalif.
Khaalid connects to Sam Charles.
Possible blackmail target and murderer.
And the good Judge...?
Sam Charles' anointed Head of the
Police Corruption Commission.
And...
The cuckold.
And the cuckolder.
"Oh, what a tangled web they weave,
when first they practice to deceive."
You know, everyone thinks
that's Shakespeare,
it's actually Walter Scott.
Are you trying to impress me
with your arcane knowledge
of English Lit?
Did it work?
Wait a minute.
Holy shit! I've seen this!
That lamp, it's in the video
of Sam Charles and Khaalid.
Simon, it's the same room!
So Judge Reeves and Sam Charles
in the same room, doing the dirty.
The dirty?
Yeah, getting busy.
It's gotta be some kind of sex club.
Oh. That's insane.
I would like to know
where that was taken.
I bet the cuckold knows.
Yeah, my buddy, Glen McCallister.
Think you can get him to talk?
I don't know, but I'll shake his tree.
I'll follow up on "age appropriate".
You again.
Thought that you should know that
we got the killer of Tasha Trotman.
Matched the ballistics.
So?
She's dead because you went after 5PM.
Blood for blood, right?
Well, guess what?
5PM didn't kill your brother.
That's right, Khaalif. You got it wrong.
If I were you,
I'd sure be wondering
who did kill Khaalid.
I'd lie awake asking what murdering
bastard took down my brother...
Or you could help me find this guy.
How does that work?
I ask you some simple
questions. You answer them.
Like for example, I ask if you
know a guy named Harry...
Seem like you might.
Who is Harry?
What'd he do to piss you off?
That pussy,
he's the one you should be going after.
Why?
He tried to turn my brother
against his own people
with his sickness.
Heh, shoulda taken him out myself,
raving and shouting like a jealous bitch
when Khaalid wouldn't buy
any of his disgusting shit.
He sounds pretty crazy, all right.
Crazy enough to kill Khaalid?
Yeah.
Yeah. Could be.
Don't suppose you know
how I can find him.
He's always bragging
about how his father
is some big asshole
with some kind of immunity.
You get him.
Get him for Khaalid.
Hey, I helped you out, right?
How about you, you, you know,
put in a good word.
How about this...
The bullet we took out of
nine-year-old, Tasha Trotman,
we traced it.
It came from your gun.
- Don't bullshit me.
- No bullshit.
You cleaned the gun real well,
but we found your print on the casing.
So as much as I appreciate the help,
I got nothing.
Susan, hello.
- Get you some tea?
- No.
Something stronger?
This isn't a social visit,
unfortunately.
Okay.
Have a seat.
Sam, I'm resigning from the Commission.
You're not serious.
What's this about?
I'm afraid I've become a liability.
Susan, we've known each other
very long time,
nothing could be further from the truth.
You're bullet proof.
Well, there's a dent
in my personal armor.
If this is about your private life,
it doesn't effect your work here.
Grow up for chrissakes, Sam.
Neither of us wants
to put the Commission
in that kind of jeopardy.
Which is exactly what you are doing.
- If you abandon it right aft...
- I'm sorry, I have to do this.
What the hell's happened?
I've prepared a statement.
Susan.
Susan: Skeletons have a way of
rattling at inconvenient times.
What are you saying?
You may wanna bury yours
a little deeper, Sam,
while you still can.
You heard?
This is connected. It has to be.
- Meet with him.
- I can't.
We lost Hassan at the mosque.
Jesus.
But so did the cops.
I'm working on a phone trace.
We'll find him.
Get it done!
We've been doing about this all wrong.
When we find him,
give him whatever he wants.
Okay?
We need to make this go away.
Male reporter: In breaking news
Justice Susan Reeves...
Sam: This is totally
blowing up in our faces.
I'm really sorry, Sam.
Who else have we vetted?
I like Peter Cavanagh.
Good connections. Great track record.
Yeah, Cavanagh's got all
the cred on paper,
but is he tough enough?
He was unnecessarily fair
on the Donnelly judgment.
No. I agree.
We need a sharp mind but with
the balls to shake things up.
Hey, what about that young
Justice... Nicholas Rains.
He's worth considering.
He's young but I believe he's ready
to sink his teeth into something.
Sounds like you know him.
I do. He plays tennis
at my club most Saturdays.
Like I used to before my
mornings were taken over.
Sam, darling.
Nina! Hello.
- Lovely to see you...
- You too.
- You look well.
- You too, as always.
You know, the cottage
renovation is finally done,
ah, you won't believe how
different the place feels.
You should drive up some weekend
and spend time at the lake.
That sounds great
but my time's pretty much,
pretty much taken up these days.
Meet Chloe Channing.
Chloe, this is Nina Broadstone,
an... old friend.
- Hi, Nice to meet you.
- Hello.
Well, let me know if that changes, Sam.
Great to see you, Nina.
Well, you know, I wouldn't mind
spending some time around the lake.
Oh yeah, maybe we should go tell her.
No.
Everything all right?
Yeah, it's my mom.
I'll just call her later.
Blade, you promised
the geo-location yesterday.
Hey, you can't rush genius.
If you were really a genius
this conversation wouldn't be happening.
But I've retrieved some
pretty interesting stuff.
What?
Khaalid's Quikpik account.
It's supposed to auto delete
after 30 seconds,
but what can I say, genius.
Holy shit.
Someone was threatening him.
Get me that geo-location, Blade.
Later.
That was quick.
Margie: Hello, Daisy.
Mother. Hello.
How are you?
I'm at work.
I know. I've seen your reporting,
you're doing so well now...
Yeah, I-I can't talk right now.
Although, it all sounds very dangerous.
Is that what reporters do now,
run around with criminals and...
I have to go, people are waiting.
This Harry might have something
to do with Khaalid's murder.
Jo: What you got?
Well, Harry's father's connected,
might have some kind of immunity.
Jo: From what? Prosecution?
Witness protection?
Could be a government
official, maybe a diplomat.
Elite circles.
I'll check it out.
Thanks.
Operations are in line
with cost projection but...
The wall here...
And we're talking about magnitude...
I'll get back to you.
I've got nothing to say to you, okay?
- I just have one question.
- No.
Look, my paper could have run
what is clearly a front page story,
but if you want me to
leave that's your call.
What do you want?
Where was the photo taken?
Why would I tell you that?
Okay, you're right, my paper
probably wouldn't run the story.
It's too salacious.
But I hear Ruckus likes
this kind of thing.
- You wouldn't.
- Why not?
Look, it was a party.
Among consenting adults.
What's the harm in that?
Where was it?
Eric's.
Eric Lawson's place.
His cottage in Simcoe.
Now leave me alone.
Hey, I am curious about
one more thing. Why?
Why would you post the photo?
Your wife is a sitting Judge.
You know it would just humiliate her.
Humiliate her?
Look...
you don't get it.
My wife is a magnificent woman.
Orlandio Spence was turned on by her.
Who wouldn't post?
People would see her turned on.
They'd see her satisfied.
Oh. Got it.
No. No, you don't get it.
Other men desire my wife.
But I'm the one who possesses her.
Thanks for your, your candor.
I got the sense that
McCallister and Judge Reeves
were not Lawson's only weekend guests.
He said "parties", plural.
Consenting adults.
It's not the first sex club
we've ever heard of.
Yes, but Daisy thinks
it may have be where the video
of Khaalid and Charles was made.
Huh? That's interesting.
So Eric Lawson.
What are you up to?
You know he's a developer.
With a very big Rolodex.
Have a sniff around,
see what you can find.
You know the way.
Yeah. Follow the money.
Hm-hm.
No, no, no. No more bad news.
We got a trace on Hassan's phone.
He's in North Bay.
How the hell did he get that far?!
I don't know, but my guy's on top of it.
Oh! Really?
I'm sorry, Sam, it's my screw up.
Yeah! You goddamn right it is!
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Obviously the pressure is getting to me.
I shouldn't take it out on you...
I understand and I'll...
I'm gonna fix it, personally.
See that you do.
I've done more research on Judge Rains.
He really could be the wild
card we're looking for.
Yeah, yeah.
Nicholas Rains, what do you think, Phil?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Rains will give the police chief
something to chew on.
Why don't you go ahead and
proceed with vetting him, Chloe.
Are you sure you don't
want to do that yourself?
No. You can get the ball rolling.
I'm gonna be out of the office
for a while.
Taking some personal days.
Okay. I'll get on it.
Thank you.
Hello, Detective.
You wanna explain that
ridiculous grin on your face?
So this Harry...
could he be, say, British?
Why?
British consul in town is one
Harold Beauchamp the Second...
I thought maybe Harry
might be number three.
He's the son of the British Consul?
Looks like.
Is he in the system?
Hello Harry.
Missing Persons Report. Filed by Daddy.
And check the date...
The same day Khaalid was killed.
You're right.
Another thing, his name
popped up in a traffic stop
couple of weeks ago.
Highway 400, Simcoe county.
Harry was a passenger.
Check out who was driving.
Hassan Ali.
Yeah, and check the make.
Benz.
Who's the cop that made the stop?
Uh, Constable Daniluk.
You want me to run that down?
Nah, can't leaved you with all the fun.
Thanks.
Anthony: Hey.
Anthony. Thanks for coming.
Oh, you're welcome.
Any excuse to take a bike ride
down to the lake...
Smoking.
My guess it has something
to do with work?
So what's going on?
I slept with Simon.
My coworker.
And that was good? Or not?
I knew what I was doing.
He's engaged so it felt safe.
But today we were working and...
I am really attracted to him.
But he's in a committed relationship.
Wow, I am just like my mother, aren't I?
Well... Whoa. Where'd that come from?
She called. This afternoon.
Yeah. And that's when you called me...
Well, you got history,
but these are your decisions
that you're making.
You can't use your mom as a
crutch to excuse these choices.
So, I just naturally suck?
Well...
You slept with a co-worker
because he was safe.
So what does that say?
That I'm messed up.
Where is-where is Lutz
in all of this, huh?
Gone?
He broke up with me.
It was too complicated.
Okay, so you have one guy that's safe,
and one that's complicated.
I guess.
Okay.
- I miss him... Lutz.
- Lutz.
I really liked him.
Well, so maybe Simon is just
a way to distract yourself
from the way you really feel.
Lutz is a good guy, but he's a cop -
he'll hate me when he
finds out about my past.
How close I am to using, every day.
Yeah. But you don't.
Daisy, you can't keep
t locked up inside.
Or you'll just reach for the bottle,
or pills...
Simon, whatever...
You just have to get
honest with someone.
Tell me you're joking, Chloe.
Oh, hello to you too.
Dad wants her there so
I'm gonna go along with it.
I think it's a bit masochistic, but...
We haven't heard from her in months.
Not since she moved in
with her boyfriend.
Well, it's his party.
It's his guest list.
Then why not bring her
boyfriend, you know,
make it a real party.
God, Daisy, you really have
to get over this thing
you have about Mom.
Truth is she's been in touch,
she just can't deal with your anger.
My anger.
Wow!
I don't even talk to the woman.
But she has you to hold her hand, right?
Okay fine, you know what?
I should get back to work.
Chlo, I'm sorry. I...
Please, stay.
It's tough for me too, you know.
Yeah, I know.
Let's not talk about Mom.
How's work?
Exciting. Strange.
Hardcastle is just handing
stuff over to me now.
I'm vetting judges.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
- And Sam?
- Good.
Interesting.
What do you mean?
I don't know, he's just
really into... us lately.
Ha. But... how well do you know him?
I work for him. I see him every day.
Of course, but...
you know, there's all the rumors,
well, more than rumors, you know.
His reputation is...
That he's a ladies' man,
yeah, I'm well aware. Thanks.
So maybe you should slow it down.
Excuse me?
Look, I'm just concerned
for my little sister.
Really? You're giving me advice now?
Chloe...
there might be things
about him you don't know.
He's older, he's more mature,
and let's face it,
you haven't dated all that much.
Yeah, you know what, I really
do have to get back to work.
Business editor: Eric Lawson?
Yeah. What can you tell me about him?
Heh. Ambitious.
Connected.
Mid-level player who's climbed fast.
He's a staked a lot on
a very big development.
What?
- A super-jail.
- No.
Yeah, using a US style model
for business.
You build it, then you operate it.
Big money.
You need a lot of capital
for something like that
About 500 million worth.
But the word is the deal's stalled.
They secured the land over a year ago,
but no shovels hit the ground.
May I help you?
Detective Lutz.
I'm looking to talk to Harry Beauchamp.
It's actually pronounced
Bee-cham, Detective.
- Really?
- Yes.
The English have always rather enjoyed
annexing things from the French.
I take it you're his father.
Yes. Consul Harold Beauchamp.
Uh, what is this concerning?
15 Greywood Place?
You sure this is right, Blade?
Okay, thanks.
I'm following an inquiry and
your son's name came up.
I need to ask him a couple of questions.
What kind of inquiry?
Harry around?
Detective, we are not accustomed
to visits from the police.
Well, that's-that's strange
because according to our records,
you filed a missing person's
report on your son.
Ah. My son occasionally
forgets to tell me where he is.
And as a concerned father,
I sometimes overreact.
As a concerned father,
how do you feel about
Harry owning a gun?
He was stopped on the 400 and
charged with a "conceal carry".
But someone made those charges go away.
Detective, unless there is some evidence
connecting my son to something specific,
I think perhaps it's time for you to go.
Beautiful day, huh?
That's for sure, miss.
Bet you could use a cold one
when you're finished.
No doubt, miss.
That should cover the bar bill.
Cheers for that.
Who's this kid?
Oh, that's Harry, miss.
He's the son of the consul.
He around?
I don't know.
Uh, maybe Woodgate, rehab.
It's just rumors though.
- Detective Lutz.
- Daisy Channing.
Seems like we're chasing
down the same lead.
We should talk.
Let's.
You're not leaving this alone, are you?
Come on, what do you think?
It's been a while, Daisy.
Yeah, it has.
So what's newsworthy
at the British Consul?
There's a kid all over
Khaalid's photo stream.
Uh, let me guess, Harry Beauchamp.
Hmm. Looks to me like they were close.
Oh yeah? That kind of close, huh?
Uh huh.
So, why the interest in young Harry?
Ah, let's just say a little
chat would be useful,
but his father is being a little vague.
Really, that's too bad.
For all I know the kid's
probably out of the country
in a diplomatic bag.
Looks like you talked
to the wrong person.
Next time maybe try the hired help.
The goddamned gardener.
Sometimes the job needs an amateur.
All right, all right, I deserve that.
So what'd he give you?
What? You're gonna hold back on me?
Okay.
Harry's been packed off to rehab.
So where?
A place near Woodgate.
Nice and secluded,
with a good track record.
You ready for a ride, Daisy Channing?
What? To Woodgate?
Why not?
So... are we working together?
You would have gone anyway.
Okay. Let's go to Woodgate.
Let's go.
Simon: Yeah, it's a zoning application.
Maybe try the land registry office.
Seriously?
Navigating that place is
a special circle of hell.
I hear you.
Here. Leave me your info,
I'll see what I can do. No promises.
Appreciate it.
Can I speak to Mister
Eric Lawson please?
Daisy: You got anything else
on our friend Harry?
May have.
Oh, so who's holding back now?
Early hours about two weeks ago,
he was in a Mercedes heading
south on the 400.
Hassan Ali was driving.
Interesting.
Maybe Hassan's how Harry met Khaalid.
Oh, it gets a lot more interesting.
According to Constable Daniluk,
Harry was carrying.
A gun? Shit.
Lutz, this wasn't just
boyhood crush stuff
between him and Khaalid.
Harry was sending some pretty
threatening messages.
How threatening?
"You pushed me too far".
With these graphic images.
Harry's father reported him missing
the day Khaalid was killed.
God. Maybe he's the shooter.
Why aren't you a cop,
Daisy Channing? Hmm.
I miss you too.
Ah, you do, huh?
Hey!
Yeah.
Yeah, me too. I miss you too.
So what's your lawyer saying?
Not much.
They got me this time.
So now there's only you.
You have to look after Hooyo now.
There's some cash.
I want you to have it.
I don't want your blood money.
Don't be dumb.
Money is money.
One more thing you need to do.
Stay away from Hassan Ali.
Why?
I know you never got over him.
He's in trouble thanks to you.
You got him dealing again.
Hey, he came to me like that.
He's dangerous.
The people around him are dangerous.
So promise me you'll stay away.
Swear, Xannan.
Swear on our family.
I'll put some money in your commissary.
Looks like we're gonna
have to wake young Harry.
You know, maybe this isn't
a good idea, Lutz.
What?
Well, he'll have just had his meds
so he won't be very helpful.
And the night staff won't
appreciate the visit.
Oh yeah, let's go find out.
We should-we should wait til morning.
What's up? What's going on, Daisy?
After breakfast he'll have group.
Then there'll be an hour
of recreation before lunch.
That's the best time
to get him on his own.
You seem to know a lot about this place.
It's because you've been in there?
Somewhere similar.
Not as upscale.
When?
Three years ago.
For what?
Pot... oxy... vikes,
but mostly coke.
Jesus.
That's how you know Hassan.
He was your drug dealer.
No,
we did the program together.
Damn.
Yeah.
Damn.
Yeah, so now you know.
This is me.
Fucked up, right?
Hey, hey. Hey, Daisy!
Daisy, you don't just
get to drop this shit
and just walk away, all right.
Close the door.
Close the door, Daisy.
Fine, you want the whole truth?
That would be good.
It started when I was thirteen,
not feeling right in my own skin.
The pot worked for a while.
The coke was better.
I mean, the hype's totally right
it makes the pain go away.
What caused the pain?
What difference does it make?
Everyone's got issues.
Not everyone gets addicted.
Why now? Why-why are you
telling me this now?
Because...
Because I think it's time
that I got honest with myself.
Whatever began the whole thing,
it got to where it wasn't
about getting high
but about not sinking.
I couldn't stop.
My sister got me into program
after program
until one finally stuck.
That was three years ago.
Well, that explains a lot.
I mean, with-with all
this crap with the case.
This cannot be good for your recovery.
Truth is it's...
it's been tough.
But I don't want to fail.
And I'm not giving up without a fight
or I'll never have a normal life.
I get that.
I get that.
So what do you want to do?
So, Lawson's rezoning
application for the super-jail,
guess who's one of the signatories?
Glen McCallister...
Mary: Mr. Judge Reeves.
In a project this big,
Lawson needs a lender...
At McCallister's bank.
And equity partners.
Huh, interesting.
How does that work?
Well, he puts up the cash,
and then once the jail's built,
payment comes back from
the Feds and Province
in what the suits call
a cash-flow waterfall.
Golden showers.
Pretty much.
But the Province is stalling
on the permits.
If the deal falls through,
the banks and investors are
gonna want their pound of flesh.
Meaning Lawson's on the
hook for 90 million.
God, he must be sweating bullets.
Guess who's stalling it?
Attorney General Sam Charles.
Hmm. The entire deal is in his hands.
Where is Daisy anyway.
If this thing is real,
she's got one helluva story.
Good night, Lutz.
Good night.
I'm glad we talked.
"Shoot the Messenger"...
You're personally
involved in two murders
that I'm investigating.
Well, can't we just talk?
We just did.
Thank you for stopping by, Detective.
Simon: Does your wife know
you posted it online.
Okay. First of all
I am not an alcoholic.
I like coke.
We're initiating an
independent commission
to investigate instances of suspected
police misconduct and corruption.
Hassan: Look, this is what
they killed Khaalid for.
You interested or not?
- What do you want?
- Fifty grand.
Christ. It's Sam Charles.
Oh shit.
Phil, what's more urgent than urgent?
Hardcastle: Judge Reeves called.
She wants to see you
this morning. Privately.
She say what's it about?
No. She wasn't forthcoming.
Sounded pretty grim, actually.
Before lunch you've got
fifteen. Sound good?
All right. Fine.
Sam Charles... Sam Charles?
Yesterday Judge Reeves
was behind Khaalid's murder
today it's the Attorney General?
I saw the two of them.
In a video. Having sex.
Trust me, Sam Charles is catnip
for the women of this city.
I mean, my God, I even
been charmed by him.
You're being played, Channing.
So give Hassan the money
and see for yourself.
Old school I know,
but I'm still getting used
to buying the news.
I don't exactly have $50,000
tucked into my bosom.
Well, then we lose the story
to someone who does.
Okay, what if Hassan will
settle for less than fifty.
He's on the run...
Yeah, sure, he'd probably go for less.
What? So we're negotiating now?!
Right. Well, before I go above
my pay grade
I need to know a little bit
more about this video.
Journalism 101, corroborate your story.
You didn't see it, right?
Correct.
I didn't want to push it
with Hassan, scare him off.
Fine.
Let's get him on the phone.
He's not answering.
So he's not that desperate
to collect his fifty grand.
Look, he's got some crass
extortion scheme going
and I'm not interested
in lining his pockets.
Look, this isn't about bedrooms,
it's about a dead kid.
With a name.
Khaalid Faaruq Suleman.
Don't you play the morality
card with me, Daisy.
Do you think Sam Charles
wants that video
all over the front page?
She's right.
It's motive for killing Khaalid.
What? So Sam Charles is
riding around with a gun.
He didn't have to fire
the shot to be behind it.
I don't get it.
Why are you backing away from this?
Did I say don't investigate?
Prove me wrong.
Get me a second source.
Oh, and since Sam Charles is
championing the Commission,
cops are not a reliable second source,
they'll tar him with any brush.
I've got the Lawson warrant, sir.
I'm gonna take it back to another judge.
No. No, no. I wanna check that myself.
We can't afford any more screw ups.
I was going over the
new Ali transcriptions
and the name 'Harry' keeps popping up.
- Any connection to Lawson?
- Don't know yet.
Okay. Well, Lawson's the catch.
If Harry is the bait,
follow it down the line.
Got it.
Oh yeah. We-we, also we got
a ballistics match
on the Tasha Trotman shooting.
Simon: I hear what Mary's saying.
Sam Charles is a playboy.
But maybe all the women on his
arm are well dressed beards...
Daisy: Maybe...
Hey, Simon. Check this out.
It's from Khaalid's photo stream.
Who's buddy with the good teeth?
I'd say they're more than buddies.
Well, at least this one's
age appropriate.
Where'd you get these?
Blade searched the server,
found the stream,
cloned it onto my computer.
Did you got a name?
GriffinXglossy...
Hm. And 411 had a listing probably.
Blade's working the
Geo-location of the shot.
Busy guy your Blade.
The thing is, the photos
of GriffinX drop off
right before Khaalid was killed.
Maybe GriffinX knows something we don't.
He could be our elusive second source.
Given the sensitivity
of what you're up to,
it might not be that smart
to have all this in plain view.
Sure. We could use the war room.
Yeah. Please do.
By war room you mean... eww.
You've used this place before?
A couple times.
Mary too.
Cozy.
So let's decorate the place.
You're actually gonna use string?
I'm old fashioned like that.
Where do you want to start?
Hassan Ali.
Khaalif Suleman.
Known gang leader.
Associate of Hassan.
Khaalid, brother of Khaalif.
Khaalid connects to Sam Charles.
Possible blackmail target and murderer.
And the good Judge...?
Sam Charles' anointed Head of the
Police Corruption Commission.
And...
The cuckold.
And the cuckolder.
"Oh, what a tangled web they weave,
when first they practice to deceive."
You know, everyone thinks
that's Shakespeare,
it's actually Walter Scott.
Are you trying to impress me
with your arcane knowledge
of English Lit?
Did it work?
Wait a minute.
Holy shit! I've seen this!
That lamp, it's in the video
of Sam Charles and Khaalid.
Simon, it's the same room!
So Judge Reeves and Sam Charles
in the same room, doing the dirty.
The dirty?
Yeah, getting busy.
It's gotta be some kind of sex club.
Oh. That's insane.
I would like to know
where that was taken.
I bet the cuckold knows.
Yeah, my buddy, Glen McCallister.
Think you can get him to talk?
I don't know, but I'll shake his tree.
I'll follow up on "age appropriate".
You again.
Thought that you should know that
we got the killer of Tasha Trotman.
Matched the ballistics.
So?
She's dead because you went after 5PM.
Blood for blood, right?
Well, guess what?
5PM didn't kill your brother.
That's right, Khaalif. You got it wrong.
If I were you,
I'd sure be wondering
who did kill Khaalid.
I'd lie awake asking what murdering
bastard took down my brother...
Or you could help me find this guy.
How does that work?
I ask you some simple
questions. You answer them.
Like for example, I ask if you
know a guy named Harry...
Seem like you might.
Who is Harry?
What'd he do to piss you off?
That pussy,
he's the one you should be going after.
Why?
He tried to turn my brother
against his own people
with his sickness.
Heh, shoulda taken him out myself,
raving and shouting like a jealous bitch
when Khaalid wouldn't buy
any of his disgusting shit.
He sounds pretty crazy, all right.
Crazy enough to kill Khaalid?
Yeah.
Yeah. Could be.
Don't suppose you know
how I can find him.
He's always bragging
about how his father
is some big asshole
with some kind of immunity.
You get him.
Get him for Khaalid.
Hey, I helped you out, right?
How about you, you, you know,
put in a good word.
How about this...
The bullet we took out of
nine-year-old, Tasha Trotman,
we traced it.
It came from your gun.
- Don't bullshit me.
- No bullshit.
You cleaned the gun real well,
but we found your print on the casing.
So as much as I appreciate the help,
I got nothing.
Susan, hello.
- Get you some tea?
- No.
Something stronger?
This isn't a social visit,
unfortunately.
Okay.
Have a seat.
Sam, I'm resigning from the Commission.
You're not serious.
What's this about?
I'm afraid I've become a liability.
Susan, we've known each other
very long time,
nothing could be further from the truth.
You're bullet proof.
Well, there's a dent
in my personal armor.
If this is about your private life,
it doesn't effect your work here.
Grow up for chrissakes, Sam.
Neither of us wants
to put the Commission
in that kind of jeopardy.
Which is exactly what you are doing.
- If you abandon it right aft...
- I'm sorry, I have to do this.
What the hell's happened?
I've prepared a statement.
Susan.
Susan: Skeletons have a way of
rattling at inconvenient times.
What are you saying?
You may wanna bury yours
a little deeper, Sam,
while you still can.
You heard?
This is connected. It has to be.
- Meet with him.
- I can't.
We lost Hassan at the mosque.
Jesus.
But so did the cops.
I'm working on a phone trace.
We'll find him.
Get it done!
We've been doing about this all wrong.
When we find him,
give him whatever he wants.
Okay?
We need to make this go away.
Male reporter: In breaking news
Justice Susan Reeves...
Sam: This is totally
blowing up in our faces.
I'm really sorry, Sam.
Who else have we vetted?
I like Peter Cavanagh.
Good connections. Great track record.
Yeah, Cavanagh's got all
the cred on paper,
but is he tough enough?
He was unnecessarily fair
on the Donnelly judgment.
No. I agree.
We need a sharp mind but with
the balls to shake things up.
Hey, what about that young
Justice... Nicholas Rains.
He's worth considering.
He's young but I believe he's ready
to sink his teeth into something.
Sounds like you know him.
I do. He plays tennis
at my club most Saturdays.
Like I used to before my
mornings were taken over.
Sam, darling.
Nina! Hello.
- Lovely to see you...
- You too.
- You look well.
- You too, as always.
You know, the cottage
renovation is finally done,
ah, you won't believe how
different the place feels.
You should drive up some weekend
and spend time at the lake.
That sounds great
but my time's pretty much,
pretty much taken up these days.
Meet Chloe Channing.
Chloe, this is Nina Broadstone,
an... old friend.
- Hi, Nice to meet you.
- Hello.
Well, let me know if that changes, Sam.
Great to see you, Nina.
Well, you know, I wouldn't mind
spending some time around the lake.
Oh yeah, maybe we should go tell her.
No.
Everything all right?
Yeah, it's my mom.
I'll just call her later.
Blade, you promised
the geo-location yesterday.
Hey, you can't rush genius.
If you were really a genius
this conversation wouldn't be happening.
But I've retrieved some
pretty interesting stuff.
What?
Khaalid's Quikpik account.
It's supposed to auto delete
after 30 seconds,
but what can I say, genius.
Holy shit.
Someone was threatening him.
Get me that geo-location, Blade.
Later.
That was quick.
Margie: Hello, Daisy.
Mother. Hello.
How are you?
I'm at work.
I know. I've seen your reporting,
you're doing so well now...
Yeah, I-I can't talk right now.
Although, it all sounds very dangerous.
Is that what reporters do now,
run around with criminals and...
I have to go, people are waiting.
This Harry might have something
to do with Khaalid's murder.
Jo: What you got?
Well, Harry's father's connected,
might have some kind of immunity.
Jo: From what? Prosecution?
Witness protection?
Could be a government
official, maybe a diplomat.
Elite circles.
I'll check it out.
Thanks.
Operations are in line
with cost projection but...
The wall here...
And we're talking about magnitude...
I'll get back to you.
I've got nothing to say to you, okay?
- I just have one question.
- No.
Look, my paper could have run
what is clearly a front page story,
but if you want me to
leave that's your call.
What do you want?
Where was the photo taken?
Why would I tell you that?
Okay, you're right, my paper
probably wouldn't run the story.
It's too salacious.
But I hear Ruckus likes
this kind of thing.
- You wouldn't.
- Why not?
Look, it was a party.
Among consenting adults.
What's the harm in that?
Where was it?
Eric's.
Eric Lawson's place.
His cottage in Simcoe.
Now leave me alone.
Hey, I am curious about
one more thing. Why?
Why would you post the photo?
Your wife is a sitting Judge.
You know it would just humiliate her.
Humiliate her?
Look...
you don't get it.
My wife is a magnificent woman.
Orlandio Spence was turned on by her.
Who wouldn't post?
People would see her turned on.
They'd see her satisfied.
Oh. Got it.
No. No, you don't get it.
Other men desire my wife.
But I'm the one who possesses her.
Thanks for your, your candor.
I got the sense that
McCallister and Judge Reeves
were not Lawson's only weekend guests.
He said "parties", plural.
Consenting adults.
It's not the first sex club
we've ever heard of.
Yes, but Daisy thinks
it may have be where the video
of Khaalid and Charles was made.
Huh? That's interesting.
So Eric Lawson.
What are you up to?
You know he's a developer.
With a very big Rolodex.
Have a sniff around,
see what you can find.
You know the way.
Yeah. Follow the money.
Hm-hm.
No, no, no. No more bad news.
We got a trace on Hassan's phone.
He's in North Bay.
How the hell did he get that far?!
I don't know, but my guy's on top of it.
Oh! Really?
I'm sorry, Sam, it's my screw up.
Yeah! You goddamn right it is!
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Obviously the pressure is getting to me.
I shouldn't take it out on you...
I understand and I'll...
I'm gonna fix it, personally.
See that you do.
I've done more research on Judge Rains.
He really could be the wild
card we're looking for.
Yeah, yeah.
Nicholas Rains, what do you think, Phil?
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Rains will give the police chief
something to chew on.
Why don't you go ahead and
proceed with vetting him, Chloe.
Are you sure you don't
want to do that yourself?
No. You can get the ball rolling.
I'm gonna be out of the office
for a while.
Taking some personal days.
Okay. I'll get on it.
Thank you.
Hello, Detective.
You wanna explain that
ridiculous grin on your face?
So this Harry...
could he be, say, British?
Why?
British consul in town is one
Harold Beauchamp the Second...
I thought maybe Harry
might be number three.
He's the son of the British Consul?
Looks like.
Is he in the system?
Hello Harry.
Missing Persons Report. Filed by Daddy.
And check the date...
The same day Khaalid was killed.
You're right.
Another thing, his name
popped up in a traffic stop
couple of weeks ago.
Highway 400, Simcoe county.
Harry was a passenger.
Check out who was driving.
Hassan Ali.
Yeah, and check the make.
Benz.
Who's the cop that made the stop?
Uh, Constable Daniluk.
You want me to run that down?
Nah, can't leaved you with all the fun.
Thanks.
Anthony: Hey.
Anthony. Thanks for coming.
Oh, you're welcome.
Any excuse to take a bike ride
down to the lake...
Smoking.
My guess it has something
to do with work?
So what's going on?
I slept with Simon.
My coworker.
And that was good? Or not?
I knew what I was doing.
He's engaged so it felt safe.
But today we were working and...
I am really attracted to him.
But he's in a committed relationship.
Wow, I am just like my mother, aren't I?
Well... Whoa. Where'd that come from?
She called. This afternoon.
Yeah. And that's when you called me...
Well, you got history,
but these are your decisions
that you're making.
You can't use your mom as a
crutch to excuse these choices.
So, I just naturally suck?
Well...
You slept with a co-worker
because he was safe.
So what does that say?
That I'm messed up.
Where is-where is Lutz
in all of this, huh?
Gone?
He broke up with me.
It was too complicated.
Okay, so you have one guy that's safe,
and one that's complicated.
I guess.
Okay.
- I miss him... Lutz.
- Lutz.
I really liked him.
Well, so maybe Simon is just
a way to distract yourself
from the way you really feel.
Lutz is a good guy, but he's a cop -
he'll hate me when he
finds out about my past.
How close I am to using, every day.
Yeah. But you don't.
Daisy, you can't keep
t locked up inside.
Or you'll just reach for the bottle,
or pills...
Simon, whatever...
You just have to get
honest with someone.
Tell me you're joking, Chloe.
Oh, hello to you too.
Dad wants her there so
I'm gonna go along with it.
I think it's a bit masochistic, but...
We haven't heard from her in months.
Not since she moved in
with her boyfriend.
Well, it's his party.
It's his guest list.
Then why not bring her
boyfriend, you know,
make it a real party.
God, Daisy, you really have
to get over this thing
you have about Mom.
Truth is she's been in touch,
she just can't deal with your anger.
My anger.
Wow!
I don't even talk to the woman.
But she has you to hold her hand, right?
Okay fine, you know what?
I should get back to work.
Chlo, I'm sorry. I...
Please, stay.
It's tough for me too, you know.
Yeah, I know.
Let's not talk about Mom.
How's work?
Exciting. Strange.
Hardcastle is just handing
stuff over to me now.
I'm vetting judges.
- That's great.
- Yeah.
- And Sam?
- Good.
Interesting.
What do you mean?
I don't know, he's just
really into... us lately.
Ha. But... how well do you know him?
I work for him. I see him every day.
Of course, but...
you know, there's all the rumors,
well, more than rumors, you know.
His reputation is...
That he's a ladies' man,
yeah, I'm well aware. Thanks.
So maybe you should slow it down.
Excuse me?
Look, I'm just concerned
for my little sister.
Really? You're giving me advice now?
Chloe...
there might be things
about him you don't know.
He's older, he's more mature,
and let's face it,
you haven't dated all that much.
Yeah, you know what, I really
do have to get back to work.
Business editor: Eric Lawson?
Yeah. What can you tell me about him?
Heh. Ambitious.
Connected.
Mid-level player who's climbed fast.
He's a staked a lot on
a very big development.
What?
- A super-jail.
- No.
Yeah, using a US style model
for business.
You build it, then you operate it.
Big money.
You need a lot of capital
for something like that
About 500 million worth.
But the word is the deal's stalled.
They secured the land over a year ago,
but no shovels hit the ground.
May I help you?
Detective Lutz.
I'm looking to talk to Harry Beauchamp.
It's actually pronounced
Bee-cham, Detective.
- Really?
- Yes.
The English have always rather enjoyed
annexing things from the French.
I take it you're his father.
Yes. Consul Harold Beauchamp.
Uh, what is this concerning?
15 Greywood Place?
You sure this is right, Blade?
Okay, thanks.
I'm following an inquiry and
your son's name came up.
I need to ask him a couple of questions.
What kind of inquiry?
Harry around?
Detective, we are not accustomed
to visits from the police.
Well, that's-that's strange
because according to our records,
you filed a missing person's
report on your son.
Ah. My son occasionally
forgets to tell me where he is.
And as a concerned father,
I sometimes overreact.
As a concerned father,
how do you feel about
Harry owning a gun?
He was stopped on the 400 and
charged with a "conceal carry".
But someone made those charges go away.
Detective, unless there is some evidence
connecting my son to something specific,
I think perhaps it's time for you to go.
Beautiful day, huh?
That's for sure, miss.
Bet you could use a cold one
when you're finished.
No doubt, miss.
That should cover the bar bill.
Cheers for that.
Who's this kid?
Oh, that's Harry, miss.
He's the son of the consul.
He around?
I don't know.
Uh, maybe Woodgate, rehab.
It's just rumors though.
- Detective Lutz.
- Daisy Channing.
Seems like we're chasing
down the same lead.
We should talk.
Let's.
You're not leaving this alone, are you?
Come on, what do you think?
It's been a while, Daisy.
Yeah, it has.
So what's newsworthy
at the British Consul?
There's a kid all over
Khaalid's photo stream.
Uh, let me guess, Harry Beauchamp.
Hmm. Looks to me like they were close.
Oh yeah? That kind of close, huh?
Uh huh.
So, why the interest in young Harry?
Ah, let's just say a little
chat would be useful,
but his father is being a little vague.
Really, that's too bad.
For all I know the kid's
probably out of the country
in a diplomatic bag.
Looks like you talked
to the wrong person.
Next time maybe try the hired help.
The goddamned gardener.
Sometimes the job needs an amateur.
All right, all right, I deserve that.
So what'd he give you?
What? You're gonna hold back on me?
Okay.
Harry's been packed off to rehab.
So where?
A place near Woodgate.
Nice and secluded,
with a good track record.
You ready for a ride, Daisy Channing?
What? To Woodgate?
Why not?
So... are we working together?
You would have gone anyway.
Okay. Let's go to Woodgate.
Let's go.
Simon: Yeah, it's a zoning application.
Maybe try the land registry office.
Seriously?
Navigating that place is
a special circle of hell.
I hear you.
Here. Leave me your info,
I'll see what I can do. No promises.
Appreciate it.
Can I speak to Mister
Eric Lawson please?
Daisy: You got anything else
on our friend Harry?
May have.
Oh, so who's holding back now?
Early hours about two weeks ago,
he was in a Mercedes heading
south on the 400.
Hassan Ali was driving.
Interesting.
Maybe Hassan's how Harry met Khaalid.
Oh, it gets a lot more interesting.
According to Constable Daniluk,
Harry was carrying.
A gun? Shit.
Lutz, this wasn't just
boyhood crush stuff
between him and Khaalid.
Harry was sending some pretty
threatening messages.
How threatening?
"You pushed me too far".
With these graphic images.
Harry's father reported him missing
the day Khaalid was killed.
God. Maybe he's the shooter.
Why aren't you a cop,
Daisy Channing? Hmm.
I miss you too.
Ah, you do, huh?
Hey!
Yeah.
Yeah, me too. I miss you too.
So what's your lawyer saying?
Not much.
They got me this time.
So now there's only you.
You have to look after Hooyo now.
There's some cash.
I want you to have it.
I don't want your blood money.
Don't be dumb.
Money is money.
One more thing you need to do.
Stay away from Hassan Ali.
Why?
I know you never got over him.
He's in trouble thanks to you.
You got him dealing again.
Hey, he came to me like that.
He's dangerous.
The people around him are dangerous.
So promise me you'll stay away.
Swear, Xannan.
Swear on our family.
I'll put some money in your commissary.
Looks like we're gonna
have to wake young Harry.
You know, maybe this isn't
a good idea, Lutz.
What?
Well, he'll have just had his meds
so he won't be very helpful.
And the night staff won't
appreciate the visit.
Oh yeah, let's go find out.
We should-we should wait til morning.
What's up? What's going on, Daisy?
After breakfast he'll have group.
Then there'll be an hour
of recreation before lunch.
That's the best time
to get him on his own.
You seem to know a lot about this place.
It's because you've been in there?
Somewhere similar.
Not as upscale.
When?
Three years ago.
For what?
Pot... oxy... vikes,
but mostly coke.
Jesus.
That's how you know Hassan.
He was your drug dealer.
No,
we did the program together.
Damn.
Yeah.
Damn.
Yeah, so now you know.
This is me.
Fucked up, right?
Hey, hey. Hey, Daisy!
Daisy, you don't just
get to drop this shit
and just walk away, all right.
Close the door.
Close the door, Daisy.
Fine, you want the whole truth?
That would be good.
It started when I was thirteen,
not feeling right in my own skin.
The pot worked for a while.
The coke was better.
I mean, the hype's totally right
it makes the pain go away.
What caused the pain?
What difference does it make?
Everyone's got issues.
Not everyone gets addicted.
Why now? Why-why are you
telling me this now?
Because...
Because I think it's time
that I got honest with myself.
Whatever began the whole thing,
it got to where it wasn't
about getting high
but about not sinking.
I couldn't stop.
My sister got me into program
after program
until one finally stuck.
That was three years ago.
Well, that explains a lot.
I mean, with-with all
this crap with the case.
This cannot be good for your recovery.
Truth is it's...
it's been tough.
But I don't want to fail.
And I'm not giving up without a fight
or I'll never have a normal life.
I get that.
I get that.
So what do you want to do?
So, Lawson's rezoning
application for the super-jail,
guess who's one of the signatories?
Glen McCallister...
Mary: Mr. Judge Reeves.
In a project this big,
Lawson needs a lender...
At McCallister's bank.
And equity partners.
Huh, interesting.
How does that work?
Well, he puts up the cash,
and then once the jail's built,
payment comes back from
the Feds and Province
in what the suits call
a cash-flow waterfall.
Golden showers.
Pretty much.
But the Province is stalling
on the permits.
If the deal falls through,
the banks and investors are
gonna want their pound of flesh.
Meaning Lawson's on the
hook for 90 million.
God, he must be sweating bullets.
Guess who's stalling it?
Attorney General Sam Charles.
Hmm. The entire deal is in his hands.
Where is Daisy anyway.
If this thing is real,
she's got one helluva story.
Good night, Lutz.
Good night.
I'm glad we talked.