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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.

♪ Fortune is a fickle friend

♪ Here today and then gone again

♪ A good-time girl
And when it hurts

♪ Is nowhere to be found

♪ Ha, ha, ha, ha!
She's laughing in your face

♪ When you think
that you've got it made

♪ Be patient with your life now
Careful with your pride

♪ Hold tight
This could be a wild ride

♪ It could be a late night

♪ Who'll end up the underdog
And who's gonna be the lucky one? ♪

One more 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.

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...

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.

Do you do realise 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 favour.

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?
- A body dragged out 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.

It clears up the molecular
garbage in our brains.

Molecular garbage? Jesus.

What if I fall asleep and all the
good stuff's 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.

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 you're saying that somebody is
threatening to kill Freddie Lau?

- Why else would Lau be planning
to sell up and leave London?
- Oh, come on, Kalim.

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 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, erm, how long
did Belshazzar last?

Till the end of the night.

The prosecution has 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.

This has 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.

Yes!

Catch up later.

Harry.

I... Were we supposed to meet today?

No, no. I was just passing.

Erm, 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, so I can still have Daisy
this weekend, if that's OK.

Yeah, that's great.

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

Well, I... I just wondered if you,
you know, fancied a drink
or a bite to eat tonight.

Erm...

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 favours the brave.

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

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

Take your hands off me, Harry.

Do you mind?

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!

Wheel's spinning.

No more bets, please.

Black 33.

All the way to hell.

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

Wheel's spinning.

You should try the corners.

No more bets.

Red three.

- 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.

- Wheel's 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.

Do it again, Detective Clayton.

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

Wheel's spinning.

Number ten to the maximum.
No more bets.

Let me help you.

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

What if...

luck was something you could own?

What?

What...?

You have two new messages.

First new message.

Jesus Christ, where are you, Harry?

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

Message deleted. Next new message.

- Harry, call me back.
- Message deleted.

End of messages.

Excuse me.

Suri.

- 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?

They had a lock-in.

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.

- Strangled.
- Yeah.

Lau's pin number was 1, 2, 3, 4.

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. You can't investigate
a murder if you're a suspect.

You know I'm not suspect.

No cameras. It's the perfect spot.

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

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.

It's Harry.

Hello, Josie. Is he in?

Harry's here.

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'd better come in.

70 grand. I need you to, erm,
look after it for a while.

- Who does it belong to, Harry?
- It's 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. Don't...
- 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.
- A pleasure.

Hey, look, erm,
there's something else.

What?

Will you have a look at this?

I didn't think of you
as the bangle type, Harry,

but, then, jewellery 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?
- 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 moving on from Anna.

- About time.
- That's not what's happening here.
I still love her.

But does she still love you?

- Of course she bloody does.
- OK.

Look, I'm just saying. Sometimes
a broken Rolex is just a watch

which won't work any more.

Right, Confucius.

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
early retirement.

Now, I'm sure I come with a...

..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 this police force...

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

This is Kayleigh Fenchurch, a former
dancer at the Pleasure Palace.

Yeah, I know who she is but why is
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.

It's impossible to recover
any of the killer's DNA.

Lau's casino is less than a mile
from the Pleasure Palace.

You think we're looking
for the same killer?

I'm just pointing out
the similarities in their deaths.

Strangling is not a common MO

- 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.

- Who's that?
- Big-shot gold bullion dealer
called Vincent Lermontov.

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

It's gonna take 24 hours to get the DNA
they got from Lau's body processed.

Harry?

Kalim intimated that Freddie Lau
was going to be killed.

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

He hinted that someone was trying
to muscle out Freddie
but Freddie wasn't listening.

Maybe the two murders are connected.
Kayleigh's murder was so precise -

no DNA, they drop her in the Thames.

Freddie Lau's body is just dumped
in an alleyway. It's sloppy.

Check out the CCTV in Soho
the night Freddie died.

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

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

Get lost, Harry. It's my down time.

- Ah! What the hell are you doing?
- I'm your new personal trainer.

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 a warm-up.

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

All right, stop.
His name's Kevin Grey.

He used to be on the staff but 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 I know is that...

that there was a girl,
some stripper who worked in Soho.

Freddie Lau stole her from Grey,
and Grey went mental.

- Kayleigh Fenchurch?
- Stop the machine, I'm dying here!

Come on. One last push, JC.

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

Try the King's Oak in Chinatown.

Cough fit. It's all the rage in LA.

I 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 it.
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.

All right?

- There you are.
- Thank you, Stan.

Kevin Grey is now working in Kinzoku.
Lily-Anne Lau's karaoke bar.

- Who's that?
- No-one. Come on, let's go in.

♪ It was a kind so-so love

♪ But I'm gonna make sure
It never happens again

♪ You and I, it has to be
The standing joke of the year. ♪

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.

Let's bring her in for questioning.

Long time, Harry.

Yes, it is, sir.

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 if I'm confused,
but when we ran into you last night

you were having quite the party.

The Chinese attitude to grief is
very different.

Death is part of the wheel of rebirth,
the way to enlightenment.

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

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?
- Of 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'd 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.

Is 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.

Miss Lau, I did know your father
well.

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're talking about.
- I think you do.

Freddie wasn't a man that scared 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 this.

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

- Unless you charge my client, we are leaving.
- What did they promise you?

Miss Lau?

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?

- What's that?
- 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.

- So what happened?
- I don't know.
There was a short-circuit...

- I can't believe that.
- Suri.

Wait.

Suri.

- It cut out.
- What cut out?

There was a short - Ben just told me.
Everything went down.

Why weren't you honest with me?
I looked like an idiot in there.

- I'm sorry.
- How am I supposed to do my job, knowing
you were at the casino the night Lau died?

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

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

Everything I've learnt has
come from 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.

Yeah, you have to think
the way they do.

- Should be quite easy for you.
- You'd be a smart arse if you were smart.

Trouble in the dream team?

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

The bike was fine. She loved it.

What?

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 doing this now?
- You were out for a date on our anniversary?!
- How do you know it was a date?!

I just wanted to see you.

I haven't asked you if you're seeing
anyone else and I'm not going to

because I just can't.

- He's a friend.
- Oh, well...
- 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?

- Well, that's very convenient, 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.

Mr and Mrs Clayton?

OK?

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?
- A while.

- Look, I haven't got much time to
explain. It's not safe for me.
- What?

- Or you.
- What are you talking about?

I was meant to give it
to someone else

and he knows you have it, Harry.

- Are you 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.
- 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.

- Gold.
- Steel.
- Gold.

Whilst at Cambridge, Sebastian
Faulks appeared on what TV quiz?

- University Challenge.
- Pass.

University Challenge.

Life On The Mississippi is a memoir
by which American author?

Mark Twain. You're totally not
going to do this.

- No idea. Pass.
- Mark Twain.

What Irish river forms the border
of Connacht with Leins?

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

- How's Daisy doing?
- She's good. She's going to get out soon.
- Great.

I have something to show you.

- Where is this?
- The Falconer's Arms, opposite...
- The Green Dragon.

- The night Lau died.
- I'm guessing 5 minutes before he died.

- What?
- Keep watching.

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

Come on - you have nothing here.

So I 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, Kalim?

So tell me who's pulling your strings?

I don't know.

You're going to White Cross.

- 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 could 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 harbour entrance.

- How many flights are left after this one?
- Er, 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 encyclopaedias,
until the internet came along.

Harry, speedboat approaching
from the harbour 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.

Oh, he's a good cop, apparently. It's
just a shame that Orwell got him.

- How do you ever know?
- Know what?

- If someone's right for you?
- I don't know why you're asking me.

I, er, suppose you just do.

But when you do,
make sure you hold onto it.

- Approaching now.
- Copy that.

Wait till he's past the jetty
then head in with the light on.

What's he doing? Oh, Jesus.

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

Ben!

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

They set me up!

Rrar!

Let's go. Go, go, go.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah.

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

Follow us in the car. Get support.

Do you know
what you're doing, Harry?

Hold on tight.

Screen's up, sir.

God, don't let Clayton be driving.

Harry, stay back!

Get down.

Slow down!

Jesus! Give him room!

Harry!

I see it.

Give me machete.

- What's the simple solution
to the Fenchurch and Lau murders?
- Kevin Grey killed them both.

Kevin, don't.

Hey! Hey!

Oh, Lily-Anne!

- You think I killed Freddie Lau?
- You certainly had the motive.

Follow the lady!

Luck like this has a price.

Do something good with it.

♪ Be patient with your life now
Careful with your pride

♪ Hold tight
This could be a wild ride

♪ It could be a late night

♪ And who knows where it ends

♪ Our lives, it's the one that died
It's just a guessing game

♪ Who'll end up the underdog
And who's gonna be the lucky one? ♪

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