02x01 - New Money

[bunniefuu]

[keypad beeping]

[electronic lock clicks]

Our next item, season
tickets to the Philharmonic.

Bidding will start at 5,000.

I'm looking for 5,000.

- 8,000.
- £8,000.

Any further offers?

Going once. Going twice.

Twenty-five.

[attendees murmuring]

Sold to the lovely
lady in the back.

What are you doing here? I
told you to leave me alone.

Listen, can we go
somewhere? Talk?

You know, I thought I
would never see you again.

Now, here you are. Everywhere.

I know. It's been a
long time. [chuckles]

It's been ten years, Tess.

We were kids back then.
Where have you been?

Moved to the States. Met
someone. Settled down.

Didn't work out.

What a shame.

I've been in London a few weeks.

Staying at the Regency.
While I figure myself out.

Well, London's a
pretty big place.

So, maybe you could try
a bit harder to avoid me.

- [sighs]
- [footsteps approaching]

Ah, Eliza. There you are.
Quinn's looking for you.

Hello. Have we met?

Tess. Nice to meet you.

Grace. Uh, how do you two...

We used to ride together a long
time ago. Out at the country house.

Well, I-I don't mean to interrupt.
But the speech is in a moment.

Okay, I'll be there in a bit.

Listen, I know you don't
want to talk to me.

But… [sighs] …I've never forgotten
the time we spent together.

I think about it a lot, and I
need to know what that means.

I think about it a lot too.

Really?

About how strange it was, you just
turned up at the house that summer.

- Came into my life out of nowhere.
- [sighs]

Kind of a bit like
this, actually.

I should go.

For what it's worth, Eliza, it
was really great seeing you again.

See how far you've
come. [chuckles]

Cellist at the Philharmonic.

It's what you always
dreamed of, right?

[Sophie sighs]

Take care of yourself, okay?

You never did tell me
what you were doing here.

I came to find you.

[attendees chattering]

- Oh, where have you been?
- Does it matter? I'm here now.

Your cheeks are flushed.

- No, they're not.
- You take something fun?

Does it look like I'm
having fun to you?

Now that you mention
it, no, not really.

- Mr. Huntley, it's time.
- Thank you.

[both chuckle]

[attendees applauding]

[Quinn] Thank you.

Thank you all for joining us here
in this place full of history.

Now,

the British have a long history of making
consequential choices on the world stage.

Some that we can be proud of,

- and some not quite so much.
- [attendees chuckling]

But we have the
chance here, tonight,

to take a new direction.

The right direction.

[attendees applauding]

My sister and I established
the Huntley Foundation

to give our family a legacy
that we could be proud of.

Now, the privilege that we have been
born into, it must be acknowledged.

It must be shared.

[lighter clicks, sparks]

[Quinn] You all right?

Do I know you?

Oh, yes, that's… [chuckling] …right.
Yes, you… you're, uh, £25,000.

It must be a record. I'm glad
I get to thank you personally.

Quinn Huntley.

Tess Caldwell.

Pleasure, Tess.

Can I ask what inspired such
an, uh, enviable generosity?

I've always been a
patron of the arts.

And yet you're leaving so early?

- I have somewhere else to be.
- [inhales sharply] Stay. Get a drink.

Get your money's worth.

Thanks. But I really
should be going.

If you say so.

Tess, is it?

Mmm.

[elevator bell chimes]

Hey, it's Callum Walsh.
Are you back in London?

I'd like to continue our
conversation. Call me back.

[crowd applauding]

- [interviewer] Welcome, Callum Walsh.
- [Callum] Thank you.

- Your path here wasn't typical.
- No, I guess not. No.

[interviewer] You grew
up in Crumlin, Dublin.

Got a philosophy scholarship
to Cambridge. Dropped out.

Then went from reporting on
the rich for the tabloids,

to reporting on them at one of
London's most prestigious magazines.

Why do you do what you do?

There's a feeling in this
country… Well, in the world.

That the rich play
by different rules.

The point of a free society is that the
same rules should apply to everyone.

There should be some… [chuckles]

…at least, semblance, of
an even playing field.

I guess this is just my way of
making sure the game is played fair.

[interviewer] And how does what
you do even the playing field?

Exposing the sins of the
elite holds them accountable.

[automated voice


- Please mind the gap…
- [phone chimes]

…between the train
and the platform.

Sorry, sorry.

[automated voice 1] Please
stand clear of the doors.

[automated voice 2]
Mind the gap, please.

Mind the gap, please.

Are you open?

Sorry, sir. The bar's closed.

I'm supposed to
meet someone here.

Bar closed at 11:00.

Right.

My mistake. [sighs]

[sighs]

Sorry I'm late.

Tess?

Yeah.

Were you watching me?

Just being careful.

Is everything all
right, Miss Caldwell?

[Sophie] Yes, everything's
fine. Thank you, Nicholas.

[inhales deeply]
Shall we go sit down?

Sure.

[sighs]

So, where have you been
the last six months?

- Excuse me?
- We had a meeting set. You stood me up.

My trip got a little delayed.

Unforeseen circumstances.

Okay.

Just so we're transparent,
no one knows I'm here but me.

You're recording this?

Uh, it won't go anywhere.
It's just for my records.

[inhales sharply] Did you record
me the last time we spoke?

[stammers] It's just
standard procedure.

It's ill*gal to record someone
without their explicit consent.

- Not in the UK.
- It is in California.

We're not in California.

I want the tape.

[chuckles] Sorry?

I want you to give me the tape
of our first conversation,

or else I can't tell you anything
more than I already have.

You contacted me first. I'm
just doing what you asked me to.

Why did you call me again?

Out of the blue.

Because I couldn't stop
thinking about what you told me.

Send me the tape.

Then maybe we'll talk.

You seem different.

Has something happened since
the last time we spoke?

[sighs]

[water running]

[Callum] Okay, tell
me your name again.

[Sophie] You can call me Tess.

I've seen your work. I thought
you might want to talk.

[Callum] Okay. What about?

[gasps, panting]

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

[gasps]

[panting, gasps]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Hey.

You're up early. [sighs]

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

You were somewhere
else all night.

Sorry, I, um…

[clicks tongue] …bumped into someone
that I wasn't expecting to see.

An ex?

[stammers] It's complicated.

Well, I've got a meeting.
So, I'm gonna go.

Yeah. Okay.

[sighs]

[employees chattering]

How'd it go with the new source?

[sighs] That good, huh?

Got cold feet.

Maybe she was full of sh*t from
the beginning. I don't know.

- What's this girl's story anyway?
- You tell me.

Tess Caldwell. [sighs] Entered the
system when she was five years old.

Transitional facility in the country.
Then a group home in South London.

No records before that.

Nothing?

Group home records show a
couple of minor infractions.

Petty theft, shoplifting,
troubled teen sort of stuff.

Early twenties, we start
to get employment records.

Bartending, waitressing jobs.
One in Italy for a few months.

Left the UK almost
ten years ago.

Up until her reappearance a few weeks
ago, she's only been back twice.

Once, five years ago on holiday, then
eight months ago, just for two days.

That's when things get weird.

Weird how?

Okay. Well, practically
no activity for a decade,

then right before that last trip, she
suddenly applied for some credit cards,

bought property here. Paid all
cash up-front. Not cheap either.

- Where did you say you met her?
- Regency Hotel.

Classy.

So, how did she go
from that to all this?

The last job she had before she left
the UK was working for a stables

owned by the Huntley family.

[stammers] You didn't
know that, did you?

I'm not surprised.

- Okay. No, this whole thing is dodgy.
- [sighs]

She calls you once, then falls
off the radar for six months.

What did she tell
you this was about?

Wow. [chuckles]
Must've been good.

Thanks for the quick work.

Did you ever hear from that other
girl again? Quinn Huntley's friend?

You said that story
was gonna be huge.

Uh, she went on holiday
a couple of weeks ago.

Said she needed time to think.

Doesn't mean it's over.

Where'd she go?

Uh, France.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

- [receptionist] Miss Caldwell?
- Yes. [sighs]

I have a call for you. An
Eliza Huntley on the line.

Would you like me
to put her through?

Yes, please. Put her through.

Sure, here you are.

[Eliza] Tess. It's Eliza.

Hi.

You said you were
staying at the Regency.

I was thinking
about what you said.

Can you come over tonight?

Talk?

Sure. I'd love that.

Great. The address
is 5 Warwick Gate.

Eliza.

I'm glad you changed your mind.

See you tonight, eight o'clock.

[sighs]

- Tess, you made it. Come in.
- [guests chattering]

I didn't realize you were
having people over. [chuckles]

Oh, didn't I mention?
Um, do you want a drink?

There's beer and wine in the
kitchen… And vodka. Or you hungry?

I'm okay.

Okay, um, I'll
find you in a few.

[Grace] That's
her father. Henry.

They've always been very close.

It's a beautiful
collection. Really.

Grace, right?

- Mmm.
- Nice to see you again.

[Grace] You too.

What's it like joining
a family like this?

[chuckles]

I know what you're thinking.

Do you?

Their reputation. The rumors
about his grandfather.

But Quinn's different.

I feel like another drink. You?

I'm okay, thanks.

- Are you sure?
- Mmm.

[Sophie chuckles]

God, those are so
embarrassing. [chuckles]

[chuckles] I don't think
so. You look happy.

- I look drunk.
- [Sophie chuckles]

Who are your friends?

Uh, people I don't
see much anymore.

I try not to spend
so much time at bars.

Come here. I've got
something to show you.

[lighter clicks, sparks]

[inhales sharply]
Do you want some?

I'm okay.

Just thought we could
reminisce, you know?

Relive the good old days.

You can put your things down if
you like. I'm not gonna bite.

Wow. Look at you. All grown up.

Designer bags, charity galas.

It's been ten years.

Mmm. I guess I just didn't think
those things interested you.

Do you remember when we used
to sneak around the house?

Steal that expensive Scotch
from my dad's office?

Now, here you are,

paying £25,000 for
symphony tickets.

[stammers] Even I
think that's a lot.

What are we doing here, Eliza?

[chuckles]

You must have known it
was gonna come up, Tess.

What was?

Our past.

That's why you invited me here.

Go ahead then… [sighs]
…ask me anything you want.

Okay.

Why did you leave like that?

Did you ever even
worry if I was okay?

Yes, all the time.

You know, I wasn't… I
wasn't expecting an apology.

But maybe at least
an explanation.

[breathes shakily]

Listen, there are a lot of
things in my past that I regret.

And all I've wanted to do is find
you, see you, find out if you're okay.

Tell you how sorry I really
am for what happened.

Find me?

You're the one who
disappeared, Tess.

[door opens]

Sorry, I didn't
mean to interrupt.

No, it's fine. We
were just catching up.

- Who's this?
- Um… [clicks tongue] …this is Tess.

She used to work at my family's
stables when we were younger.

We got to know each other a bit.

Let's go, I need another drink.

Nice to meet you, Tess.

[colleague] Hi. Uh,
I know it's late.

But Quinn Huntley's lawyer wants
to get on the phone tomorrow.

Apparently, they got wind of
something you were working on.

Wanted you to be prepared. My
office. 10:00 a.m. See you then.

[sighs]

[laptop chimes]

[Callum] Okay, tell
me your name again.

[Sophie] You can call me Tess.

I've seen your work. I thought
you might want to talk.

[Callum] Okay. What about?

[Sophie] My mother died
when I was very young.

[Callum] I'm sorry to hear
that. What was her name?

[Sophie] Emma.

[Callum] How did she die?

[Sophie] She was m*rder*d.

The people who did this,
they're very powerful.

This is the kind of thing they
really don't want to get out.

[Callum] Can you tell me more?

- [Sophie] Not on the phone.
- [Callum] Where are you?

[Sophie] I'll be there in two
weeks. Can you meet me in person?

[Callum] Of course.

[Sophie] The London Public Library.
Noon. Two weeks from today.

[Callum] Do you have proof
of what you're saying?

[Sophie] The proof's in
London. I'll see you soon.

[lawyer] I'm sure you understand
the extensive legal ramifications

the publication faces if
you continue down this path

of investigation into my
client's personal life.

We're aware of your position.

It's not a position. The
rumors your magazine pursued

were the unsubstantiated claims
of one unreliable source.

[Julia] How do you know
our source was unreliable?

For one, she accepted payment

from your reporter for her
quote, unquote "story".

I assume even your publication
considers that an ethical breach.

He's lying.

We understand your point of
view, counsel. But I assure you,

- we don't report on rumors.
- Good.

Then I am certain this
article is dead in the water.

You have my word.

How could you do that?

- Did you pay for a story?
- Julia.

Who was it?

Someone with intimate
knowledge of Quinn Huntley.

Intimate how?

- A call girl.
- [sighs]

All of a sudden, she goes on
holiday to the French Riviera.

And I haven't heard
from her since.

Don't you think that's
a little suspicious?

They know that she's talking to
me, and then she just disappears?

Drop it.

- You don't even know what she told me.
- And I don't want to know.

- This is way too messy. Just drop it.
- [sighs]

That's all.

I'm working someone new.

I still have to vet the thing.
But there's something there.

Anything new you bring
me has to be watertight.

Something like this
happens again, you're done.

It won't be up to me.

[phone chimes]

[sighs]

[coffee machine sputtering]

There you are. I'm pretty
sure I destroyed these. So…

- I do not know how to work that thing.
- [Quinn chuckles]

Come on. Let's go out
for breakfast, shall we?

- [chuckles]
- Go to that waffle place… place you like?

[Grace chuckles]

- What's got into you? [chuckles]
- [chuckles] Nothing. Just…

- Just a little bit of good news.
- Mmm.

Hi. Sorry to bother you. I think
I misplaced a book I checked out.

Wanted to see if you had any record of
it? Before the fines add up. [chuckle]

- Name?
- Tess Caldwell.

[keys clacking]

Uh, sorry. Perhaps it
was a different branch.

Perhaps.

Oh, uh, there's a private
archive under that name.

Payment's six months past due.

I'm so sorry. [chuckles]

Could I bring that
up to date today?

Sure. No problem.

Um, would you mind showing me
where the archive is located?

I haven't been here in a while.

What are these rooms?

Um, reading rooms.

Soundproof. You have
to make a reservation.

Anything else I can do for you?

That's all. Thanks.

[gasps]

[breathes deeply] Oh, my God.

[classical music playing]

Can I help you, madam?

Miss Caldwell.

I'm so sorry, I didn't
recognize you at first.

You just get back in town?

Just this morning.

Welcome back.

Thank you.

Oh, this is so
silly, but… [sighs]

…I think I must have left
my key in my luggage.

The driver's just bringing it along.
You wouldn't happen to have a spare?

I'd love to get settled,
it's been such a long trip.

Of course. It's no problem.

[door creaking]

[door closes]

- [alarm blaring]
- [gasps, panting]

[keypad chimes]

[sighs]

- [alarm stops]
- [keypad chimes]

[sighs]

[inhales deeply, sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[classical music playing]

[Sophie] My mother died
when I was very young.

[Callum] I'm sorry to hear
that. What was her name?

[Sophie] Emma.

[Callum] How did she die?

[Sophie] She was m*rder*d.

The people who did this,
they're very powerful.

This is the kind of thing they
really don't want to get out.

[Callum] Do you have proof
of what you're saying?

[Sophie] The proof's in London.

I need to talk to you.

The girl you were talking to, Phoebe,
the one with the story on Quinn Huntley,

- she's not got back, has she?
- No, why?

Have you heard from her at all?

What's going on?

Her mom filed a police report.
Missing person. It just came up.

- What?
- No one's seen her for two weeks.

[sighs] sh*t.

Callum, you don't think
they did this, do you?

[orchestra music playing]

Nice seats.

- Won them at an auction.
- [chuckles]

So, how do you
know Eliza Huntley?

Cellist. First chair. I
assume that's why we're here.

You ready to tell me
what this is about?

Eliza and I are friends.

Okay?

And I'm ready to use that
relationship to find out the truth.

About what?

I think William Huntley
m*rder*d my mother.

But I need you to
help me prove it.

Look, I have an ethical and
moral obligation to tell you

that going down this path
will put you in danger.

Even making an accusation
like this, it's dangerous.

I've seen them erase
people for much less.

What people?

I just want you to know what
you're getting yourself into.

I left a whole life
behind to come here.

I don't have anything
left to lose.