All language subtitles for Law and Order Toronto s02e06 Disposable People.eng

[narrator]: In Toronto's
War on Crime,

the worst offenders are pursued
by the detectives

of the Specialized Criminal
Investigations Unit.

These are their stories.

[echoing gavel]

- Take this for now, Derek.

Take it.
I'll figure out the rest.

- This won't do anything.

- Take it, son.

I know you're scared.

It's gonna be okay.

[tense music]

- Thanks, Vicki, for being here.

- And I'll keep being here.
Every week.

Until your two years are up.

It's just gonna zip by.

- Oh yeah?
[laughter]

- Speaking of which,
what couldn't wait until Friday?

- I didn't mean to scare you.

But I could really use
your help with something.

- Of course! Anything.

[gate opening]

[exhales]
- "Poverty begets poverty,

that's why I get richer
and my toys get bigger."

I can't believe you said that,
Jack, I died when I read that.

- That was 15 years ago, kid,

I said a lot of crazy things
back then.

But, thankfully, your mother
has made a proper man

out of this old dog, huh?
Haven't you?

[chuckling]
- Yeah, I prefer the old Jack.

Better stories.

- See? Some of that old dog
still remains.

- Oh yeah.

- I've had enough.
I'm going to the condominium

board to deal with this.
- I didn't do anything wrong.

- There are rules
you're expected to follow.

- Hey, what's all
the fuss about, Lewis?

- The concierge
is letting derelicts

into the building again.
- His name's Ingram.

- Well, I don't feel safe
in my own home

as long as Ingram is letting
common criminals into the lobby.

- Derek is not a criminal,
he's my son.

- Is it possible
you're overreacting, Lewis?

Is it possible that a simple
apology would suffice, hmm?

- You're all too soft on him.

Keep your lowlife son
out of the building.

- Oh.

- Thank you, Mr. Walding.

- Come on, it's Jack.

No, and Lewis
is a miserable prick

who's been after you
since day one.

So, what happened?

Is Derek in trouble again?

- Night.

[tense music]

Vicki, what the hell
are you doing?

[loud gasp]

- It's about time.
- Yes, sir.

- Hey!
- Oh, for God's sake, Ingram.

I've avoided you politely
for a few-

- Ugh!

[grunting, thudding]

- Get help
- No, no!

[grunting]

- Ingram Nestor?
I'm your duty counsel,

assigned to advise you
of your legal rights,

your obligations.
- I plead guilty.

- Okay.

But this
is an aggravated assault.

I think we can get
the charge reduced.

- I understand the charges.

I'll plead guilty, but tell
the prosecutor I have a request.

[indistinct chatter]

- That's what makes a TFSA
so great, right?

The only time the government
gives you a break.

Right, you keep more
of your money.

- So that's like one-
- Like a loophole. No!

No. It's just knowledge.

Right? Finance?

In finance, knowledge is power.

[grunts]
- What? What's up?

[tense music]

What?

You want it? You want it?!

[grunting]
[man]: Yeah!

[crowd clamouring]

[lockdown alarm blaring]

[shouting]

[guards yelling]
- Break it up! Break it up!

- Get down! Get down!

- Argh!
[weapon thudding]

[indistinct shouting]

[gasping]

[theme music]

- Allan's death
is a bureaucratic firestorm.

And unfortunately,
we can't tell who killed him

from surveillance.
But I'm told you two

can make quick, clean
work of this.

- Well, the clean we can do.

Everything else
will dictate the quick.

- Ah, victim is Allan Givens,
accountant, no priors.

He's six months into
a two-year bid

for wrecking his car without
a license and fleeing the scene.

- He got two years for that?

- He got house arrest,
but he blew it,

so they gave him the full pop.

- And what were his first
six months like?

- Guys like Allan don't do well
in places like this.

We house two years less a day
and remand convicts.

It's a mixed bag,
but make no mistake,

this is a max facility.

Thing is, about a month ago,

Allan settled in.
I thought he figured it out.

- What changed?
- He learned the language,

made himself useful.
He made some friends.

[tense music]

- And some enemies.

- Judging by the state
of the place,

the blood and the footprints,
this was a mess.

It was chaos.

- And the murder weapon?

- Melted plastic wrap
on a toothbrush.

It's a jailhouse classic,
easy to make.

- And surprisingly easy to hide.
Where are our brawlers?

- I'll save you some time.
Start with Ray Shack,

frequent flier.
The man loves a fight.

[knocking]
Ray, you got some visitors.

- Ray, can I see your hands?

- Touch me, I'll touch you back.

- I don't need to touch you,
I just need to have a look.

Turn them over, please.

Hmm, hard labour.

Strong heart line.
But not a nick in sight.

Despite his pugilistic exterior,
Ray is not our killer.

- In violent incidents
with weapons like these,

the assailant, more often
than not, cuts himself, too.

- Can I see your hands, please?

- Ingram Nestor,
in for aggravated assault.

- Turn them over.

Ingram, your file here
shows no history of violence.

No history of crime.
Not even a parking ticket.

But within a couple of days,

you beat the hell
out of a man out there,

then you stab a man to death
in here. I'd find that curious.

- You know what else
I find curious?

You were granted a special
request at your arraignment,

part of your guilty plea.
You specifically asked

to be remanded here,
in Humberview,

so you could have proximity
to your elderly parent.

- So?

- Both your parents
are deceased.

- You lied in order to be
sent here, didn't you?

- I told you I don't want
to talk.

I don't have anything to say.

[elevator dings]
- So, you think Ingram Nestor

got himself put inside
so he could kill Allan Givens?

- Yeah, we do. But's it's going
to take a minute

to even prove that he was
the one wielding the shiv.

The CCTV footage is a mess,
and no one's talking.

- It seems as though the code
of silence still applies,

even if you've only
been in there for a day.

- DNA on the weapon?
Ingram's blood, fingerprints?

- Prints are partial,
multiple, smeared.

It looks like at least
four people handled the shiv,

including two guards.

- So, if we can't prove

that he is our killer
with hard evidence,

what about motive?
Why would Ingram

want to kill
Allan the accountant?

- Well, we're trying to find
a connection,

see if there was
some kind of beef.

- We're also hoping to speak
with his son, Derek Nestor.

He's got a record,
a few petty collars,

no felonies but, uh,
we just haven't been able

to track him down just yet.
- In the meantime,

we're going to head back
to the condo,

speak to the man
that Ingram assaulted

and talk to some
of the other residents,

including Jack Walding,

who uh, provided a character
witness for Ingram in court.

- You mean "Jack Walding"
Jack Walding?

- The very same,
infamous J-Corp media baron.

Penthouse in Toronto,
castle in Ireland,

compound in the Caymans.

- Well, he's having a bit
of an image rebrand

these days, isn't he?
Funny how some spouses

can leave you stained,

while others give you
a bit of a sheen.

His second wife, Amelia Hough,

lifelong philanthropist,
fabulous clothes.

They met in Ascot,
and her hat was beyond- Okay.

Yes, I read Vanity Fair.

- Did you want to take
this interview?

- No thank you, because I am
not dressed for it.

Okay, back to work,
evidence, motive.

I'll take a little bit more
of both, please. Thank you!

- Let's go?

[echoing gavel]

[tense music]

- You're welcome to look around, detectives.

However, I'm not sure
how any of this

will help your investigation.

- Cumniar... Limna.

- Close. Cuimhn�g� ar Luimneach.

- Cuimhn�g� ar Luimneach.

- What the hell do I know,
I just bought the castle.

Coat of arms came with it.

Didn't get to design my own,

unlike my beloved wife.

- Am I right in guessing
that your wife's

about to be made a life peer?

Ah, I read Vanity Fair.

[chuckles]

Amelia Hough
is the quintessential

ideal of a lady.

Elegant, competent,
and charitable.

They capitalized Lady,
so it made me wonder.

- How about that. My wife,

a Lady in the House of Lords.

Frankly, she's embarrassed
they let it slip.

- Well, that's quite
the honour, though.

Most would shout it
from the rooftops.

- A civil servant
does good by stealth.

- And would blush
to find it fain.

Prime Minister Baldwin.

- That's right,
that's very good. Mister...

- Oh, this is Detective Graf
and Detective Bateman.

- What's this about?
- I was just telling them

how Ingram had more
than reason enough

to punch Lewis in the face.

I mean, a man can only take
so much, am I right?

- I'd hardly call what happened
a punch in the face.

But it's obvious that
you're fond of Ingram.

- Yeah. He's a hard worker.
He's a good man.

Does a lot for us around here.
I respect him.

- Yes, I read
your character statement,

but would your opinion change
on hearing

that he just stabbed
a man to death in lockup?

- He did what?
- And who? Why?

- The victim is Allan Givens,
does that ring any bells?

Any idea who he is,
or how he would know Ingram?

- No, I mean, Ingram never
really talked about anybody.

- Except for his son.
- Derek?

- Yes. He was a troubled boy.

- Do you happen to know where
we might find his son?

- Yeah, I remember Ingram
waiting for a bus.

He was going to see Derek.

I offered him a ride.

Dropped him at some
by the hour place.

[echoing gavel]

- I don't know any Allan Givens,

and I don't know why my dad
would do something like that.

- Anything to do with happened
to your hand?

Or why you're hiding out
at the Ritz?

- I'm not hiding.

I'm actually packing up
to get out of here.

- Derek. Your father
murdered a man,

now's the time to talk.

[sighs]

- I've been laying low.
I owed money.

I play cards, some horses
down at the Bull.

It's a biker joint.
- How much?

- I got down bad.

When I couldn't pay,
that's when the threats started.

- More than threats,
by the look of it.

Why are you checking
out of here, all of a sudden?

- A miracle.

Earlier, one of the bikers
found me.

I thought he was gonna kill me,
I thought I was done.

Instead he tells me
someone squared my tab.

They're not coming
after me anymore.

- Who squared it, and when?

- I don't know.
But it was done today.

- Could your father
have paid them off?

- He was trying to help me.
But there's no way

he could get that kind of money.
- Derek.

How much was it?

- It was a lot.

Over a hundred grand.

- What do you think the odds are
that this is all a coincidence?

Ingram kills Allan,
and his son's debt

is miraculously wiped clean?

- About the same odds
as being dealt a royal flush.

- After a very long call
with a bookie over at the Bull,

I was finally able
to access this.

It's a confirmation
of a payment of $113,000.

Came in this afternoon
to square Derek's debts.

- That's shortly after
Ingram killed Allan.

- Do we know who
the payment was from?

- No. They sent the money
using a Paysafe app,

it's fully anonymous
if you use cash to load it.

- So we're dealing
with a conspiracy

to commit murder, somebody paid
Ingram to kill Allan,

by way of clearing
his son's debts.

- And after seeing what they did
to Derek's hand,

I'm guessing Ingram thought
he had no choice.

- You want to show her the rest?

- Found these on Ingram's phone.

These photos were sent to him

the day before he assaulted
the Titus resident

and went to jail.
Sent from an MMS burner.

- This confirms that Ingram
didn't know Allan from Adam.

- So who wanted this
accountant dead, and why?

- Just get on the bus, okay?
We'll talk soon, I promise.

- What did you do
to get that money?

- It doesn't matter.
You're safe!

- Dad.

I'm so sorry.

It's my fault.
- Shh, you are my son.

I'll do anything for you.

But you have to get out of town.

Get as far away
from Toronto as you can.

- I don't know what Allan
was involved in.

Busted my ass to get him
a conditional sentence

and he blew it.
- Well, he never mentioned any

stress about associates,

or concerns about dangerous
people he knew?

- I have no idea.

I was working on getting
his house arrest reinstated,

then he went dark. For a while.

- You stopped hearing from him?
- For a few months.

Then, all of a sudden,
he popped up,

said he had something
that might be very interesting

to the authorities.
- With regards

to another criminal?
Someone on the inside?

- Not inside.
It was something else.

- Financial?
- I assume so.

He said his associate
Vicki Holmberg

was going to bring me evidence,
but she never showed.

- Do you have any idea what
that evidence might have been?

- Like I said,
she never showed. Sorry.

- Sounds like Allan was ready
to squeal on someone.

- Hmm. Sounds like
that someone found out.

- But why now?

Why wait 'til you've done
six months out of 24

to give your lawyer
an ace card?

- Well, two years doesn't
sound long to a first timer.

We think Allan
tried to do the time

and realized he couldn't,
and maybe he was scared

of who he was
about to inform on.

- Rightfully so,
as it turns out.

- According to the Chartered
Professional Accountants

of Canada, Allan had a rep
for being creative.

They slapped him on the wrist
a few times,

so it's no surprise
that his client list

was a who's who
of shady characters.

- Allan knew where
the skeletons were buried

and exactly how deep.

So you're thinking that
one of those clients

had more than enough reason
to want to get rid of him.

- His lawyer didn't get
anything out of him?

- Well, she knew he wanted
to talk,

no idea what
he was going to say.

- What about Ingram?
This could shake him loose.

- We're going to take a beat
before circling back.

We need to let him stew.

- What's your next stop?

- We're heading
to Allan's office.

His associate, Vicki Holmberg,

she was the only one
who visited him,

so we figure
she was helping him

gather what he needed to squeal.

[echoing gavel]

- Yes, he had a reputation.

Naturally, when you're brilliant
like he is.

Like he was.

People will try to use you
for it,

but Allan was a good person.

And he didn't deservethis.

- The work he was doing
for some of those companies,

he was doing it willingly.

- Of course he was. Big Pharma
needs accountants, too,

and the bigger the company,
the better they paid,

but Allan didn't play dirty.
He played fair.

- CPA might argue
with you on that.

Did Allan ask
for your help with anything

before he was killed?

Vicki, you're not
in trouble, okay?

We're just trying to get a sense

of anything Allan
might have been involved with.

[exhales deeply]

- Yeah, he asked me to get some
files back from a former client.

- Which client?

- That one. Seed Fund.

- The global charity?
- Yeah, they fired him

after Allan got convicted.

- What type of files
did he want you to get back?

- Budgets and financial records
from his time there.

But I never got them.
I went there after hours,

I knew where they kept
the files,

I still had Allan's pass card.

But before I could
find anything,

Hari Rai, the CEO saw me
and had security escort me out.

- Did Allan give you
the impression

that he was going
to report them

for financial wrongdoing?

- No.

No. No, they were the most
upstanding client

we've ever had.
I, I just figured

that Allan, he just wanted
to repair his reputation.

You know, show the court
all the good work he'd done.

[Vicki sobbing]

- Of all the black hats
Allan worked for,

why get Vicki to raid
the filing cabinet

of the charity
that grows food?

- Well, the virtuous bury
their skeletons, too.

[echoing gavel]

- Yes, I had Vicki removed.

Allan's a convicted criminal,
no longer employed

by this organization.

He has no right
to company financials.

- Well, do you know
why he wanted them?

- Honestly, I have no idea.
- You did fire him.

- That was after
he went to jail.

- Well, maybe he was angry,
wanted to get back at you.

- I can't imagine why someone
would want to hurt a charity,

especially one that's doing
the work that you do.

- We're only just
beginning to grow.

- Oh, but you've accomplished
so much,

300 farmhouses built so far.

Allan had a photo of one
in his office.

He seemed very
proud of his work.

- We funded the construction
of farmhouses

across a dozen countries.

Self-sustaining investment
in developing nations

is the cornerstone of our
philanthropic ideology.

- That accent, um,
Buckinghamshire?

- Oh, very good, Detective!

My parents sent me
to Ridley College as a teenager.

They wanted me to have
a prestigious education abroad.

They never expected
that I would stay.

- But you put roots down, literally.

You grew a global charity,
right here.

On your own. From the ground up.

[chuckling]
- Well...

As much as I enjoy
talking about myself,

I thought you were here
about Allan Givens.

- Just trying to figure out
why a global charity

with a sterling reputation
would hire an accountant

with Allan's... let's say
colourful background?

- Allan was referred to us.

And he was incredibly skilled.

But I obviously didn't
vet him properly.

- So when he sent Vicki
here to get the files,

it wasn't because he suspected
any malfeasance.

- We exist by the grace
of the people.

Then again, most of those people

would find it
difficult to understand

how a global charity
actually works.

- I don't think that answers
my partner's question.

- Well, then perhaps she should
ask it more plainly.

- Okay. Did Allan practice
any creative accounting here,

and did he end up killed
because of it?

- You said Allan was killed
in prison by another inmate.

Tragic, but not my problem.

- Or convenient. Which makes it
a problem for the both of us.

- We're going to need to see
all the financial records

from when Allan worked here.

We could do that easily,
or we could come back

with a court order.
- I'll save you the time.

Leave an address
with my assistant,

I'll have everything sent over
to you today.

We have nothing to hide.

- Well, give that
to your assistant.

- Now, if there's anything else
I can do for you-

- Well, there is, actually.

I'd like to take a photo
of this.

I'm a visual learner.

[phone camera clicks]

You want to play a game?

- Sure.

- Farmhouse 201, had a uniform
pick it up from Allan's office.

Then there's Farmhouse 89

from Hari's.

And then, finally, Farmhouse 145

from the Seed Fund website.
- Mm-hmm.

- Spot the difference.

- Um, different numbers
on the walls,

different landscapes,
different colouring,

I could go on.
- Yeah, but I don't need you to.

Because it's a trick question.

Mark just analyzed
all three photos,

turns out they're all
the exact same farmhouse.

Just repurposed and manipulated

and Photoshopped to make them
look different.

- So they're not building
as many farmhouses as they claim

and Allan helped cover it up
with his creative accounting.

- Yeah, Hari tells the world
that the donations

are going into
building farmhouses

that don't exist and never will.
- Oof.

- So what's he really doing
with all that money?

- Maybe Jasmine's
got the answer.

She is the Financial Crimes
expert.

- Hari's trying to drown you
in paperwork, I take it.

- Luckily, I'm a good swimmer.

The charity's endowment fund.

Like any other, they use it
to invest, to grow capital.

But two months after
Allan started working there,

40 million dollars
were routed out of 16 projects

in the South Sudan
into the endowment fund.

From there, the money went
into a numbered company.

- And from there?
- The money disappears.

- Numbered company,
I'm assuming anonymous,

offshore LLC?

Okay, we'll need more.

Anything, lawyer's name,

address and date
of incorporation.

- I'm on it.

- Wait, let me get
this straight.

I'm Hari. I want to embezzle
money from my own charity,

so I get Allan to take out
40 million dollars

from all these different
projects,

funnel it all into
an endowment fund,

and then move it all
to an anonymous LLC

that I own in the Caymans,
or Cyprus or Wyoming?

- And drain the numbered company
when no one's looking.

- That's bold!
- And to some,

worth killing over.

- Effin. The numbered company

was set up in Effin, Ireland.
Not a pun.

- Uh, is Hari's name
connected anywhere?

- Unfortunately no, we have
incorporation place and date,

but no names attached.
- Who's the King of the Castle?

- Hmm?
- Cuimhn�g� ar Luimneach.

It's Irish. Gaelic,
I looked it up.

It's a motto, or more,
a battle cry.

It means "Remember Limerick."

Now, Effin is a small parish
in, in Limerick,

and that battle cry
is on the Limerick coat of arms,

which I saw yesterday
on a coaster

belonging to none other
than Jack Walding.

- Is he on the board,
is he a donor,

has he given any money
to Seed Fund?

- Biggest donor in five years.
He gave 40 million in March.

- And when was this numbered
company incorporated?

- This year, also in March.

- He giveth and he taketh away.

Maybe the new Jack hasn't
cleaned up his act after all.

- Lawsuits and tax fraud almost
put Jack in orange a while back.

But he says
he was scared straight,

started putting his money
into charities.

First Greenpeace,
then he redirected his donations

to Seed Fund. En masse.

- Yeah, they have thousands
of donors,

but Jack became
one of their biggest

right after Allan started.

And we now know that the money
was sent from Seed Fund

to Limerick, Ireland, where
Jack's had a home for decades.

- So you're thinking that Jack,
Hari and Allan set up the scam.

Jack gets to flaunt his rebrand
to philanthropy

and collect a massive tax break,

without actually
changing his ways.

Hang on a sec, do we have proof

that Jack's money didn't
actually go to building

those farmhouses in South Sudan?

- No, but Allan
could've proven it.

We believe that's what
got him killed.

- Well, we could prove it too,
if there's the budget

to send us to South Sudan.

- Ha! We don't have the budget

to send you to South Dakota.

- Point remains that Allan

could speak
to the embezzlement scheme

because he set it up.
If Jack thought he was about

to talk, that's a powerful
motive to have him silenced.

- Meanwhile, there's your pal
Ingram right downstairs,

desperate for money
to clear his son's debt.

Why not just pay him
to go get it done?

- Why would I know Allan Givens?

- Well, I can think
of 40 million reasons why.

- You're referring
to my donation.

You ever heard
of a wealth pledge?

- The mega rich trying
to buy back their humanity

by donating large parts
of their estate?

- I joined the pledge
a few years ago.

- Oh, I can hear
the trumpets playing.

- I accept your skepticism.

I may have been a pirate
in my career.

And maybe I'm trying to pay
it back with grand gestures,

but charity isn't a crime.

Now, my wife and I
will be very comfortable

until we go, but I'm not going
to die on a pile of money.

- This epiphanous change
for good in you,

did it happen after
you met your wife?

- She inspired me.

She's a real philanthropist.

You know, when we met,

she told me, "We make a living

by what we get.
We make a life by what we give."

- Churchill. He also said,

"A gentleman doesn't eat
a ham sandwich without mustard."

- These are some of the projects
my donations have already built.

And we're building dozens more.

We have a five-year supply

and sustainability plan

that will eliminate
food insecurity

in this part
of the world for good.

- Mr. Walding, we have reason
to believe that some of these

funds are being redirected
to an anonymous LLC in Ireland.

Effin, to be exact.

Now, your residence in Ireland
also happens to be in Effin.

- Yes, I did have a numbered
company there back in the day.

Like everyone, I took advantage
of Ireland's

corporate tax shelter.

But I shut that down years ago.

- Your stepson, Curtis,

how did he feel about losing
his inheritance to your pledge?

- Ah, he was pissed. Of course.

He grew up rich. Not me.

I made money by hook
or by crook.

You know, in fact,
all we have in common

are good looks
and getting married too young.

But he came around.
He gets it now.

- Did Curtis recommend Seed Fund
to you, Jack?

[tense music]

- I guess if you spend your life
ripping people off

like Jack did, you never suspect
it'll happen to you.

- By hook or by crook. Poetic.

- You think Curtis and Hari
are in this together?

- There's one way to find out.

- Curtis.

I need you to tell me the truth.

- Jack, what's going on?

- Did you use Seed Fund
to embezzle my money?

- I, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Stop. Stop! This is fraud,
okay? This could ruin us! I-

- Jack, whatever you're going
on about,

I'm sure there's
a reasonable explanation.

- No. No! He has to answer
for this himself.

- You want me to answer it
myself, I'll say it again, then.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You lied to me.
- Jack, no darling!

- I gave you everything,
and you spit it in my face!

- You gave me everything,
you gave me everything?

What about what we gave you?
How is this always

all about you? Huh?

To think what the name Walding
used to mean,

you were an embarrassment
before us,

you know that? Just face it,

you're an embarrassment,
you are a filthy rich joke!

- That's enough!
That is enough!

Jack.

Darling, Jack.

- Again, thanks for
coming down here so quickly.

- Of course.
We support law enforcement.

Jack's a, uh, donor actually,
I think.

- Hmm.
- Anybody watching us in there?

- No, it's just us.
Now are you certain

you don't want
legal counsel with you?

- You said it's just
a chat, right?

- That's right.

We can, uh, we can stop anytime.

But Curtis,

you're friends
with Hari Rai, right?

- Yeah, we went to, uh,
we went to school together.

- Ridley College, we, we saw
your class photos online.

- Class of '13,
couple of Ridleyans.

- Go Tigers!
- Yeah, it's good to keep ties.

Small circles
can open big doors.

- Yeah, it's true.
It's probably why we all

always ended up
in the same clubs,

rubbing the same elbows,
you know?

- That's probably why
you had Hari

help you have
Allan Givens killed.

- Pretty sure
I already told you,

I don't know Allan Givens.

- But are you sure?

- Pretty sure. Yeah.

I think so, yeah.

- Your stepdad's pledge.

You must have been pretty mad
when you found out

they weren't going to leave you
with anything.

You got mad enough that you

whipped up a scheme with Hari?

- Did I?
- Phony farmhouses in Africa.

How much did you cut
Hari in for, anyway?

I imagine a lot, considering
he took all the risk.

Whereas all you did was convince
stepdad Jack

to send all the donations
to Seed Fund,

where you could steal it.

- You even used Jack's tax play
in Ireland.

No one was the wiser,
except for Allan.

What did you do
when Hari told you

that he was going
to rat you out?

- Because nobody had more
to lose than you.

Well, Ingram, I suppose.

His son.

Now that's how you knew
he'd take the money.

Pay off Derek's debt in exchange
for killing Allan.

I didn't take you for that
type at first. Soft hands.

- Oh, you were finished.

[laughter]

Jesus, if you people even knew.

- Well, please. Enlighten us.

- Well, I'm not as dumb
as you seem to think I am.

- In over two days,
we've linked you to both

embezzlement and Allan's murder.

Look, Curtis, we can help you.

You just need to cooperate.

[door opening]

- The inspector needs to see you
in the boardroom.

- As you can see
from these updated financial

and cost reports,
the documents you received

contain clerical mistakes.

- Is that so?

- In Mr. Rai's haste

to cooperate
with your investigation,

he sent what he believed

were the organization's
most current financials.

When actually,
they just recently completed

a forensic audit,

and found Allan Givens
to have made many blunders.

- How convenient he's not here
to defend himself.

- Certain funds from
completed projects

attributed to infrastructure.

Roads, latrines, supply delays.

And all magically returned
to an LLC in Effin, Ireland.

- Again, clerical.
The funds were never withdrawn.

They were held in the LLC,

and then distributed
to areas of need.

- Funny, that's not
the impression we got

from Jack when we spoke.

- After we spoke,

I contacted Mr. Rai for clarity.

My lawyers are now satisfied
that all the donations

are exactly where
they should be.

- What about the photos?

All the photos
are of the same farmhouse.

- That falls under social media
and promotion.

You can't expect
Mr. Walding or Mr. Rai

to personally track
every image being used.

- I once mentioned to you,
the workings of a charity

this size is somewhat
difficult to grasp.

Simply put, sometimes paperwork
needs a chance

to catch up to the actual work.

- We understand Mr. Walding's
stepson Curtis

came in voluntarily.

We'd like you to get him for us.
Now, please.

[indistinct chatter]

[door buzzer sounding]

- I bet Hari had his team
cooking the new books

as soon as he sent us
the old ones.

- No missing funds
means no fraud,

which means no motive
for murder.

- Yeah, but playing that card
is as good as admitting guilt.

We just need to start again.

- You're right,
it's a good thing they played

their one card now instead
of hitting me with it at trial.

But without
the embezzlement piece,

you currently have nothing
on the stepson, Curtis.

- We don't have anything
on Hari, either,

lest we forget that snake.
- Uh, Jack told us

that Curtis was pretty
pissed off

about the pledge at first,
but soon came around.

- Yeah, when he decided
to rip him off.

He had a smile on his face,
one hand in his pocket,

and he got someone killed
for it without even blinking.

- And for Curtis to do something
so sociopathic,

our guess is
it isn't the first time.

- Finding a pattern of behaviour

is something I can
definitely work with.

- Well, we're going to go talk
to the ex-wife.

See if she can shed some light
on who the real Curtis is.

- Well, do it fast. My office
needs to get disclosure

to Ingram Nestor's lawyer.
And I'm getting pressure...

not to wait on you any longer.

- Well, Curtis lost his dad
when he was young.

Yada yada. So Amelia,

Curtis' mom, let him
get away with everything.

Like, he's never taken
responsibility for anything.

Ever.
- But Curtis has never been

charged or arrested for a crime.

- Never.

And even if he had been,

it would have been swept away,
like everything else.

- Do you remember a time
when that happened?

- Okay yeah,
there was this one time.

At uh, at Jack's place
in Ireland.

Curtis made a big mess.

Amelia had these guests
from England.

It was very posh, very fancy.
Very important.

She was always hosting these...

incredibly stuffy,
impossible to impress types.

It was really funny actually
to see how much

she would act differently,
you know?

She would like,
grovel for their approval.

- And what did Curtis do?

- He stole a watch
from one of them.

Like, the priceless,
irreplaceable kind.

- So what happened?

- Amelia happened.
Like she always did.

She paid the housekeeper
to take the blame for it.

And the next time, the gardener.

And then the driver. Me.

[chuckling]

See, to her, that's all
any of us are good for.

Taking the fall for Curtis.

- This is not about
what you've done, Ingram.

Your punishment is being served.
This is about

those who never served theirs.

You're not the first,
and you won't be the last.

- Let me be.

I killed him.
- And Mommy Dearest

keeps cleaning up after
her reckless and entitled child,

and around and around it goes.

- What happens
when the Hough family

decides that you, or your son
knows too much?

[gulps]

Ingram,

who sent you after Allan?

- Why must you injure me
at every turn?

- And how could you agree
to leave me with nothing,

how could you do that?
- You are an insufferable,

arrogant brat.

I suppose it's my fault,
isn't it,

for the way that
you've turned out?

[scoffs]
Honestly.

But I will tell you
what I will not stand for.

And that is for you to sully
our good name.

Do you understand?

Do you understand?!
- I understand.

[tense music]

I'm sorry, Mom.
I didn't mean to hurt you.

I didn't...
- Enough of that, Curtis.

You can't beguile me
the way you do everyone else.

I'd like my privacy now.

[sighs]

- I think the only thing I want
you to do

is I want you to move Charlotte
so that she's across

from William. I think
they'll rather like each other.

- Jack, I just, you know,
I want to say thank you.

And I know what you must think.
- Please, Curtis.

Tell me what I'm thinking.

[doorbell rings]

- Guests, everyone.
Let's look alive, please.

- Mr. Walding.

If you wouldn't mind
excusing us a moment,

we just have a few
more questions

for Curtis back at the station.
- Absolutely not!

Our guests are to arrive
at any moment.

- Oh, this is wonderful!

That is something.

A new coat of arms
for Your Ladyship.

"Yive Alle Worthy And Nede."

- It's Old English.

- "Give to all worthy
and in need,"

it's uh, Middle English, actually.

I love Chaucer.

- What would you like
to talk to me about?

- Well, it's uh,
who we talked to about you.

Your ex-wife, Carissa Rinaldi?

[scoffs]

- What did she have to say?

- Curtis, be quiet.
That woman is a drunk.

- What do you think she said?

- Well, I really don't know,
but she's a liar,

so please, why don't you tell me
exactly what she said?

- Curtis, shut up.
- Jack, you shut up!

[tense music]

- Wow, kind of sounds like
he was waiting

to let that one go for a while.

- Every family fights,
even yours.

- That we can agree.
My family's preferred

weapon of choice
was the silent treatment.

Slow burning, yet cold.

- If your goal is to paint us
as dysfunctional, you win.

Bravo.
- I know you tried

to clean up your act, Jack.

Give back to the world,

be a father to Curtis
and a good husband to Amelia.

It was probably just too late
before you recognized

the patterns.

How she's been
handling his mistakes,

how she's covered for him,

and how she's used
people beneath her.

- See, what Carissa told us
about was the watch

that Curtis stole
from one of your guests.

And about how you paid
your housekeeper

to take the blame,
because your housekeeper

was beneath you,
one of the lesser people,

disposable people.

Like Allan Givens.

- And like Ingram Nestor.

When you paid him to kill Allan.

- You don't honestly expect
anyone to believe this.

- You do know that my wife
is about to receive the highest

honour for her humanity?
- And Jack,

so grateful for how
you rehabilitated

his tarnished name-
- I love my husband.

- I believe you.
But even he can see

what you've always placed
above him.

Above all else,
even your civic duty.

- Do not touch that!
- Oh this, this image,

this, this old picture,

is always front and center.

I was curious as to
its relevance, and wow.

The late Lord Philip
Hugh Renwick,

your great-grandfather.

Well, he was a lord,
until he was stripped

of that title
after committing treason.

And then stripped of his lands
and his properties,

making him, what?

Just one of us.
- He was a great man,

who was unjustly punished.

As many were throughout history.

- Yes, historical men,
the dead ones

whom you like to quote so much.

Baldwin, Churchill,
great statesmen,

but more importantly to you,
great peers, lords.

Because that's what matters
to you, isn't it?

Status. Titles.

It's as if those two words
hold some divine power over you,

as if they could shield you
from who you really are.

Common.

It's almost beyond
Shakespearean tragedy

in the amount of blood
that's been shed

in pursuit of those titles
by people like you,

who would do almost anything
to attain them,

destroy as many lives
as it takes.

This was never about
protecting Curtis,

or helping him.

And it certainly wasn't
about charity.

Because I don't think you even
know what that word means.

No, this was about
your legacy coming full circle.

Your reputation was threatened,
your birthright

was to be re-created
as Lady Amelia Hough.

And God have mercy
on the simple peasant

who got in your way.

- What would you have me say?

- The truth.

- He didn't mean it.

But he can't help himself.

He's ill.

When Curtis told me

that he embezzled money
from the charity...

- Mom.
- And then hired Ingram

to kill Allen Givens,
I was destroyed.

But I had to protect him.

- What are you doing right now?
She's lying, okay?

She's lying! You're lying.
- I need...

to stop coddling you now.

Everything that I've given you,
it's ruined you.

My husband and I,

we do good work in the world.

It's my son that's the problem.

And I realize now
I need to let him go.

- I'm the problem.

I can tell you how she did it.

How she got the cash,
how she used the Paysafe app

to pay off Ingram,
how she paid off everybody.

- Curtis...
- You know, if Allan was alive,

he'd tell you that
no amount of good you can do

will pay for the harm you cause.

It's an accountant thing.

- You know, if you had
protected your son, truly?

He might be protecting you now.

Take 'em both.
- Jack.

Call our lawyer.
[handcuffs rattling]

Don't touch me!

[sighs]

- I half expected her
to have the perfect quote

for this moment, too.

- Graham Greene did.

"You put the small thief
in prison.

But the big thief
lives in a castle."

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