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(CAMERA CLICKS)

(VOICES ON POLICE RADIO)

MAN: And it is all my fault.

I am truly lucky in that sense too.

As Penelope once said to me,
in those final days,

"You're only as rich as you feel."

So...

Save me from this.

Chiswick, please.

- OK, love.
- (SHE GASPS)

Hammer time!

If I was you, Harry,

I'd fold while I still have
some bus fare left.

All in.

Turn them over, big lad.

Shame. I was hoping
to take that shirt off your back.

This game is over for you, Detective.

MAN: He lost it all again?

People don't gamble
because they want to win.

They gamble because,
secretly, they want to lose

but with you... (LAUGHS)

it's not even a secret.

That's very poetic, Freddie.
You should write it down.

I don't want someone like you
to owe me this much money.

Believe me, Freddie,
we're agreed on that.

Shut up and listen, Harry!

Your debt is useless to me.

I can't sell it on.

No one will touch you.

So I'm calling it in.

- What?
- You have three days.

You do realize
that's a completely insane request?

What's going on, Freddie?

OK.

Take this as a down payment.

You must know some powerful people
in your line of business.

You should ask for a favor.

He's arrived then, eh?

The new DSI? Yeah.

I worked with him a long time ago.
Interesting guy.

Long night?

No, no. I turned in early.
I was whacked.

What's Orwell got?

Body dragged out of the Thames.
Young woman. No ID yet.

You didn't really have
an early night at all, did you?

You don't have an off button,
do you, Suri?

I just believe in the redemptive power
of sleep.

Clears out the molecular garbage
in our brains.

Molecular garbage? Jesus.

What if I fall asleep and all
the good stuffs taken away instead?

They'd have to find it first.

I am your superior, you know that?

Harry, why don't you just stop gambling?

Look, I have patches for my addictions.

They have patches for porn?

Why are you really here?
You're making my girls nervous.

I want to know what has spooked Freddie
Lau. Why has he called in my debt?

- Belshazzar was the king of Babylon.
- Here we go.

A man of immense wealth and power
with many scary friends.

Just like Freddie Lau?

One evening,
he holds a fabulous feast for them all.

But during the feast, Belshazzar notices
a hand come down from the heavens

and starts writing on the wall.

- It predicts...
- Belshazzar's own death.

So, what, you're saying that someone's
threatening to kill Freddie Lau?

Why else would Lau
be planning to sell up and leave London?

Ah, come on, Kaleem.

Freddie Lau would never
let anyone muscle him out.

You're not telling me something.

Come on, leave now.
I have to watch my girls like a hawk.

Oh, did that um...
missing stripper of yours ever turn up?

- What was her name?
- Kayleigh Fenchurch.

Some of my colleagues fished a girl
out of the Thames yesterday.

- Matched her description.
- Well, I hope and pray it's not her.

I have so few quality girls left.

Oh, um... How long did Belshazzar last?

Till the end of the night.

(CLEARS THROAT)

The prosecution have painted
the defendant as a jealous ex-husband,

as a cruel man with a vicious temper.

A ticking emotional time bomb
just waiting to go off.

I like paintings,
but pretty as they are,

they have absolutely
no place in a court of law.

(SIGHS)

It's been a very long trial, hasn't it?

Let me give you the good news.

This is the last speech
you will hear on this case.

I just want to focus on one word.

Doubt.

(CHEERING)

BARRISTER: See you on Monday.

I'll catch up with you later.

Harry! You...

I... Were we supposed to meet today?

- No, no. I was just passing.
- Oh.

Um... You were very impressive in there.
The faces on the cops said it all.

Yeah, well,
they've been an absolute joke.

Shit, sorry.
They're probably your friends.

No. Anyway, uh...

So I can still have Daisy this weekend
if that's OK?

No, that's great.

But you could have called to tell me
that, so why are you really here?

Well, I just wondered if you, you know,

fancied a drink
or a bite to eat tonight?

Um...

I... I can't. I'm...

I'm having dinner with someone.

OK. Cool. Yeah.

Have a good night.

Happy anniversary, Harry,

You too.

What the hell are you doing here, Harry?

I've come to win my money back off you.

You're deluded.

Fortune favors the brave.

If fortune favored you,
you wouldn't be drinking here alone.

So why don't you have a drink with me,
Freddie? Unburden yourself.

Take your hands off me, Harry.

Do you mind?

(MAN SHOUTS)

Look at me! I need your help.
I need to talk to Freddie!

Look, Kayleigh's gone, JC!

She's disappeared! She's gone!

Listen to me. JC, look at me!

CROUPIER: Wheel spinning.

No more bets, please.

- (BALL ROLLS)
- CROUPIER: Black as.

All the way to hell.

That's a long way
to go on a Monday night.

CROUPIER: Wheel spinning.

You should try the corners.

No more bets.

(BALL ROLLS)

- CROUPIER: Red three.
- (LAUGHS)

May I?

Sure, yeah.
I need all the luck I can get.

Yeah, I can see that.

You know, luck's a revolving door.

You just need to know
when it's your turn to walk through.

CROUPIER: Wheel spinning.

Is there a significant number
for you tonight?

Play the whole lot.

What have you got to lose?

Ten to the max.

No more bets, please.

Black ten.

Jesus Christ!

(LAUGHS)

Do it again, Detective Clayton.

- What did you just say?
- The same number again.

CROUPIER: Wheel spinning.

Another ten to the maximum.
No more bets, please.

(WOMAN LAUGHS LOUDLY)

(LAUGHTER)

Let me help you.

Where did it all go wrong?
I can't believe what just happened.

What if...

luck is something you can own?

What?

What...

VOICEMAIL: You have two new messages.

First new message.

SURI:
Jesus Christ, where are you, Harry?

A body's been found in Chinatown
and we're on call.

VOICEMAIL:
Message deleted. Next new message.

SURI: Harry, call me back.

VOICEMAIL:
Message deleted. End of messages.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Excuse me.

Suri.

(SIGHS) DI Orwell's here.

Why?

Our new chief called him in
when you didn't answer any of my calls.

That's grand.

Listen, Harry. I deleted your text
from his phone before Orwell got here.

- What?
- Harry!

You look like shit.
What were you up to last night?

Getting lucky.

We think this is Freddie Lau.
Owner of the London Green Dragon Casino.

DI Clayton knows who he is.

Come on, Ben,
let's give Harry some room, shall we?

- Do you want some notes, Chohan?
- Sure. I need a laugh.

- HARRY: Strangled?
- Yeah.

Lau's PIN was one-two-three-four.

Why are you texting a dead man, Harry?

This is not going
to affect our investigation.

- No. That's not good enough.
- You have to trust me on this, Suri.

Jesus, Harry, we can't investigate
a murder if you're considered a suspect.

You know I'm not a suspect.

No cameras. It's the perfect spot.

See if you can track down Lily-Anne Lau,
his daughter and heir. (WHISTLES)

Harry, wait.

I need more.

I just crossed a pretty scary line
for you.

You owe me a proper explanation.

I owed Freddie Lau money.

Gambling debts from his casino.
But this has got nothing to do with me.

I don't care how you get your kicks,
Harry.

But if I'm going to have your back,

I need to know
it's coming from the right place.

(BUZZER)

It's Harry.

(BUZZER)

- Hello, Josie, is he in?
- Mmm.

Harry's here.

JOSIE: Napoleonic.

Used by a marshal
in the 1806 war against Prussia.

Me and your brother
fired them on the heath last night.

Half-brother.

Is this official or unofficial?

You better come in.

70 grand. I need you to um...

look after it for a while.

Who does it belong to, Harry?

- It was in transition.
- From you to...

A man who died this morning.
I won it last night at his casino.

You owed him this much money?

- Double it.
- Harry!

- Don't start with me.
- You need to get a grip on this.

How does a man who spends all his time
fighting the bad guys

get into so much trouble
with his own side? Hmm?

- Thank you, Rich.
- Pleasure.

Here. Look, um...
There's something else.

What?

Will you have a look at this?

(LAUGHS) I didn't take you
as the bangle type, Harry,

but then jewelry creeps up
on the best of us.

- Where did you get this?
- It's hard to explain.

A woman?

- You dark horse! Take it off.
- I can't.

- Well, let me try.
- I've tried. It won't come off.

Well, how did you get it on
in the first place?

- I haven't a baldy.
- Wow, that must have been some night.

Right...

- I have no idea what this is.
- Really?

Or where it comes from or how old it is.

Which really is quite bloody strange.

But I'll take a shaving
and test it later.

Come here.

I'm glad you're uh... moving on
from Anna. It's about time.

Whoa, whoa. That's not what's happening.
I still love her.

But does she still love you?

Course she bloody does.

OK.

Look, I'm just saying.

Sometimes a broken Rolex is just
a watch which won't work anymore.

Right, Confucius.

MAN: I am aware that my arrival
has been the subject of speculation.

It's no secret that in this department,
in this police force,

there have been sins committed.

And that's why I'm here.

And why my predecessor's
enjoying an early retirement.

- Now I'm sure I come with a...
- (DOOR OPENS)

With a certain reputation.

But I like to think
I'm fighting on the side of the angels.

It's just that I tend to hold
a very big stick while I'm doing it.

I want London to be proud
of its police force.

And I'll do anything
to help make that happen.

(DOOR OPENS)

This is Kayleigh Fenchurch.
Former dancer at the Pleasure Palace.

Yeah, I know who she is, Doug. Why's she
next to my victim, Freddie Lau?

Because she was strangled too.

However, unlike Freddie Lau,

Fenchurch has been buried in Thames silt
for at least a week now.

Impossible to recover
any of the killer's DNA from her body.

Freddie Lau's casino is less than a mile

from Pleasure Palace
where Fenchurch worked.

You think
we're looking for the same killer?

I'm just pointing out
similarities in their deaths.

Strangling is not a common MO.

HARRY:
Such a clumsy way to kill someone.

What?

You have to look them right in the eye
for a good three minutes.

You really have to hate them
or love them.

HARRY: Who's that?

Big-shot gold bullion dealer
called Vincent Lermontov.

Jumped off his penthouse balcony.
Not much left of him.

It's going to take at least another
24 hours to get the DNA

they got from Lau's body processed.

SURI: Harry?

Kaleem intimated
that Freddie Lau was going to be killed.

- Kaleem, owner of the Pleasure Palace?
- Yeah. Kayleigh Fenchurch's boss.

He hinted that someone new
was trying to muscle out Freddie

- but Freddie wasn't listening.
- Maybe the two murders are connected.

Yeah, but Kayleigh Fenchurch's murder
was so precise.

You know, no DNA,
they drop her in the Thames.

Freddie Lau,
his body's just dumped in an alleyway.

Sloppy

Check out the CCTV in Soho
on the night Freddie died.

Might be able to pick up his movements.
I've got a croupier to find.

(PANTING)

You're a hard man to track down, JC.
I need your help with something.

Get lost, Harry, this is my downtime.

(yells) What the hell are you doing?

Did I not tell you?
I'm your new personal trainer.

- Please!
- Ah-ah!

The tall guy the other night
in the casino.

The one that got chucked out.
What's his name?

- You can't do this, Harry.
- This is just the warm-up.

What's his name? The one
that was screaming for Freddie Lau?

Alright. Alright. Stop.
His name's Kevin Grey.

He used to be on the staff.

He got chucked off
a couple of months ago.

- Why?
- I don't know.

It's OK, I've got my badges. Why?

Look, all's I know is that...
is that there was a girl between them.

Some stripper who worked in Soho.

Freddie Lau stole her from Grey
and Grey went mental.

- Kayleigh Fenchurch?
- Jesus, Harry, stop the machine!

- I'm dying here, come on!
- Come on, one last push, JC.

He was wearing a barman's outfit
when he came in, wasn't he?

Try Kinzoku in Chinatown.

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

Cuff-Fit. All the rage in LA.

Need to see Lily-Anne.

- It's not gonna happen, Grey.
- Why?

What do you mean, why?

You're the prime suspect
in her father's murder.

I need her help to get me out of here.

Time is running out for me.

Like it was running out
for poor Freddie.

Either she helps me get out of here

or they're gonna catch me
and I will not keep my mouth shut!

Alright?

- There you are.
- Thank you, Stan.

Kevin Grey is now working in Kinzoku.

Lily-Anne Lau's karaoke bar?

SURI: Who's that?

No one. Come on, let's go in.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

# It was a kind of so-so love

# And I'm gonna make sure
it never happens again

it You and I, it had to be

I? The standing joke of the year...

- Whoo!
- Is this a wake?

No. He needs to be in the ground
for it to be a wake.

This is a celebration.

- Do you see Kevin Grey?
- No. But I've seen enough.

- Whoo!
- Let's bring her in for questioning.

Long time, Harry.

Yes, it is, sir.

I hear you're about to question
a suspect in the Freddie Lau murder.

You don't mind
if I watch as you interview them?

No, I don't suppose I will.

I never expected
to find you still here, Harry.

Forgive me
if I'm a little bit confused here

but when we ran into you last night,
you were having quite a party.

The Chinese attitude to grief
is very... different.

Death is pan of the wheel of rebirth.
Away to enlightenment.

So singing '80s classics
is your expression of grief?

LAWYER: Can I remind you my client
has come here of her own free will

to help with your inquiry?

You're absolutely right
and we're very grateful.

So, Miss Lau,
being so close to your father,

you would know
about his dispute with Kevin Grey.

You do know Kevin Grey, don't you?

Course I do. He used to work
for my father and now he works for me.

But I'm not aware
of any dispute between them.

In fact, it was my father
who recommended Grey to me.

We were told they had fallen out over
a stripper called Kayleigh Fenchurch.

What?

Her body was found
the day before your dad died.

We were told Kevin Grey dated her
before she left him for your dad.

Detective Clayton, I like to think

you knew my father very well.

He had a girl in every bar in town.
It was hard for me to keep track.

ls there any reason why you would want
to protect Kevin Grey?

- Not that I can think of.
- Miss Lau has answered your questions.

- I'd like to draw this to a close.
- You're right, Miss Lau.

I did know your father and you know what
I smelt on him the last time I saw him?

Fear.

- Fear?
- He knew, didn't he?

He knew he was going to be killed.

- I don't know what you mean.
- I think you do.

Freddie wasn't
the son of man that scares easily

but someone had him on the run.

- If you say so, Harry.
- Yet you...

You seem completely unaffected
through all of this.

Cool as a cucumber. Why is that?

I don't like the direction
you're taking.

Almost as if you knew
you were going to be left untouched.

- If you're not charging my client...
- What did they promise you, Lily-Anne?

You're playing a very dangerous game
here, Harry.

The truth is, you're in no position
to be questioning me about any of this.

And why is that?

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

Sir? What's the matter with it?

My father died very soon after
he called in your debt, Harry Clayton.

And you were there, in the casino,

the night it happened.

SURI: So what happened?

BEN: There was a shod
and the screen jumped.

- SURI: I can't believe that.
- Suri.

Wait.

Suri...

- It cut out.
- What cut out?

There was a shod. Ben just told me.
Everything went down.

(SIGHS)

Why weren't you honest with me, Harry?

- I looked like an idiot in there.
- I'm sorry.

How am I supposed to do my job

knowing you were at that casino
the night Lau died?

- Yeah, I should have told you that.
- And yet once again, you didn't.

You're the reason
I got to where I am, Harry.

Everything I've learnt has come
from watching you these two years,

but that doesn't mean I'm going
to let you screw it up for me.

Detective Superintendent Winter and I

couldn't be quite sure
who was interviewing who.

You have to think the way they do.

Should be quite easy for you.

You'd be a smartarse if you were smart

(LAUGHS)

ORWELL: Trouble in the dream team?

(BANG)

I should never have bought it for her.
It's too big.

The bike was fine. She loved it.

Come on!

ANNA: Sit down, Harry.

You look thin.

That's a good thing, eh?

No, thin
like you're not eating properly.

Oh. Yeah, I don't have time
to go to fancy restaurants like you.

- Are we going to do this now?
- Good night for a date.

- Our tenth anniversary.
- How do you know it was a date?

I just wanted to see you.

I haven't asked you anything about
whether or not you're seeing anyone else

and I'm not going to, Harry,
cos I just can't.

He's a friend.

- Oh...
- And a divorce lawyer.

- What?
- I'm worried, Harry.

I don't want to lose anything else
after the house.

So that's what you were discussing
with your friend

the divorce lawyer over dinner?

That's very convenient for him, eh?

- You're still gambling, aren't you?
- What?

Aren't you?

I'm trying, Anna.

Do something about it, Harry.

For all of us.

WOMAN: Mr and Mrs Clayton?

OK?

WOMAN: Mr Clayton?

There's someone to see you.

I'm sorry about your daughter.
Is she OK?

Yes. How did you know?

How long have you been following me?

Awhile.
I haven't got much time to explain.

- It's not safe for me here.
- What?

- Or you.
- What are you talking about?

I was meant to give it to someone else,
and he knows you have it, Harry.

- You're talking about the bracelet?
- I know you're a good man,

which is why I gave it to you instead
of him but he'll come after you.

- Who'll come after me?
- The man it was promised to.

What is this?

Whoever wears the bracelet
is endowed with immense luck.

- Well, that's shite.
- (WOMAN LAUGHS)

You're already starting to feel it,
though, aren't you?

No. Wait, wait, wait. Don't go.

It's a balance, Harry.
It's yin and yang.

Luck like this has its own unique price.

QUIZ HOST ON TV:
When issued in 1987,

Britannia coins
were made from what metal?

- Gold.
- MAN: Steel.

QUIZ HOST: Gold. Whilst at
Cambridge, author Sebastian Faulks

- appeared on what TV quiz show?
- University Challenge.

- MAN: Pass.
- QUIZ HOST: "University Challenge."

"Life on the Mississippi"
is a memoir by which American author?

Mark Twain.
You're totally not gonna do this.

- MAN: No idea. Pass.
- QUIZ HOST: Mark Twain.

What Irish river forms the border
of Connacht with Leinster and Munster?

- The Shannon.
- That's pretty scary stuff, Suri.

- How's Daisy doing?
- She's good. She's gonna get out soon.

Great. I have something to show you.

HARRY: Where is this?

- The Falkner's Arms, opposite...
- The Green Dragon. The night Lau died.

I'm guessing
five minutes before he died.

- HARRY: What?
- Keep watching.

Kevin Grey is walking out that door
to kill Freddie Lau.

Come on. You have nothing here.

Sol had a drink with Freddie Lau
one evening. So what?

This is accessory to murder.

No.

Harry, I need something here, Harry.
Old friend.

You've been lying all along about this.

I think Kayleigh Fenchurch
was murdered as a warning to Lau.

Then someone set Kevin Grey
on the path to revenge.

Someone screwed with his head
just enough to make him kill Lau.

A nice neat love triangle. Case closed.

But that's not what's really happening
here, is it, Kaleem?

So tell me who's pulling
at your strings.

I don't know.

You're going to Whitecross.
Give me those.

No, no. Please. Please. Please.

I know where he's going to be.

Who?

Kevin Grey.

If Grey moors up the boat here
at the end of the runway,

in theory
he can just walk onto a plane.

- What's the flight schedule tonight?
- I'll get on it.

Don't let me keep you, DS Chohan.

How's Anna?

She's good.

Ran into her last month
at the Old Bailey.

She was on terrific form.
Tore the case apart

Told me she'd finally left you.

We're working things out.

She may be, but not you, Harry.

I want DI Orwell kept up to date
on everything to do with the Lau case.

You're gonna both be running it
from now on.

OK?

Mm-hm.

No sign of Grey's boat. Clear line
of sight to the harbor entrance.

How many flights are left
after this one?

Two. Athens and Paris.

The first two cities
to host the Olympics.

Where does your freakish
general knowledge come from?

My dad used to sell encyclopedias
until the internet came along.

Harry. Speedboat approaching
from the harbor entrance, over.

Copy that.

Why did you let one
of DI Orwell's stooges in on this?

I thought you and Ben
were finally getting it together?

We're still working it out.

He's a good cop apparently.

Just a shame Orwell got him.

How do you ever know?

- Know what?
- That someone's right for you?

Jesus, I don't know
why you're asking me.

I uh... suppose you just do.

But when you do,
make sure you hold on to them.

- We're on, over.
- HARRY: Copy that.

Alright, mate.

Wait till he's past the jetty

then hit him with the light
when we're nearly on him.

What's he doing? Oh, Jesus.

Police! Stop!
Kevin Grey, on your knees now!

Ben!

Grey! Put your weapon down!
You're surrounded.

They sold me out! (YELLS)

Let's go! Go! Go! Go!

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

- Ben, are you hit?
- No, I'm fine.

Follow us in the car. He's going east.
Get support

- Get in.
- Do you know what you're doing, Harry?

Hold on tight.

Feed's up, sir.

God. Don't let Clayton be driving.

(GUNSHOT)

- BEN: Harry, stay back!
- (GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

- (GUNSHOT)
- Get down!

BEN: Slow down!

- Shit. Shit.
- (GUNSHOT)

There's not enough room!

BEN: Harry!

(MUFFLED GASPS)

MAN WITH RUSSIAN ACCENT: I see it.

Give me machete.