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Wow.

And that's German?

Augsburg.
They're very up with that sort of thing.

My wife's German.

Is that right, sir?

Double heart bypass last year.

Strong as an ox now.

I'll take it.

I mean, what can you buy
if it's not a bit of time?

-Montana?
-Big sky country.

I'd expect shipping of about a month.

That's fine.

-Morning, Paul.
-Ralph.

-Who was that?
-Mr Donnelly.

-And he is?
-The owner.

Peter?

Peter, it is you. Wow.

I mean, it is, isn't it?

Are you speaking to me, sir?

I am. It's me, Austin Lessing.

We did a deal together, remember?
Hampton Towers.

What is that, 20 years ago?

Well, you can't forget
something like that.

Well, I can't.
I never had to work again.

Not me, sir.

And I've owned this shop
for over 20 years.

Ask anyone.

-Oh.
-Yes, sir.

I mean, you're different, sure,

but then, look at me.

Wow.

It's Donnelly, sir.

Paul Donnelly.

Wow, Mr Donnelly, sir.

You have a doppelganger.

And his name is Peter Glickman.

My mistake.

-Did you find it all right, sir?
-What?

Oh, yeah.

Uh, your boss...

How long has he owned this shop?

Oh, I couldn't say.

-But he brought me in in '88.
-Oh.

So, come back to your roots, sir?

-Mmm?
-Dublin.

Oh, yeah.

Well, that's the thing about roots,
isn't it, sir?

Doesn't matter where you go,
they'll always find you out.

I just sold that Augsburg.

I can't get the cap on that fusee.
Will you take a look at it?

Sure.

Well, you couldn't.
The ratchet's broken.

-Paul?
-He dropped his money.

-How much?
-It's 100 Euros.

100 Euros.

-Good morning, sir.
-Good morning.

I believe you may have an
Austin Lessing staying here.

Yes, sir, we do.

Ah, well, he just visited my shop
and he dropped this.

Oh, dear. That's not
the point of them, is it?

And it looks quite full.

Ah.

Um, well.
That's very good of you to bring it in.

It's the way I was raised.

Is he in his room, do you know?

I don't believe he is, we have his key

but I'll make sure he gets it
when he checks in.

Don't worry, sir. I was raised the same.

-Not many left.
-With every passing day.

I'm so sorry, did you take my pen?

-I don't believe so, sir.

-I'm sure I had it just now.
-Um...

No, sir.

See? If it had been mine,
I'd have lost it, too.

Room 219, please.

-This has been left for you, sir.
-Oh, that's not mine.

Yes, sir.
Apparently you dropped it in a shop?

-What shop?
-Didn't say.

Oh.

Uh, thank you.

-Can I come in?
-What?

I can't be seen here.

What are you doing?

Hey!

Hello, Austin.

I knew it was you!
I absolutely knew it.

Peter Glickman.

Jesus.

-Your accent?
-Yeah.

It's just a knack.

Was that you with the money?

It's not mine.

Would that be because
of the call girl cards?

Absolutely not.

My mistake.

What's going on? I mean, what the hell
are you doing in a clock shop?

I like clocks.

Last time we met,
you were running an empire.

Had to let it go.

-Why?
-It would've been the death of me.

But why the change of name?

That's what's keeping me alive.

But the guy in your shop said
he'd known you for years.

-He has.
-I don't understand.

As Paul Donnelly.

Here, I've been Paul Donnelly
for over 20 years.

How?

He didn't used to see me that often,
no one did.

Once a month, that sort of thing.

But I set up a life here,
business, home, tax, the lot.

Just did it all in the name of
Paul Donnelly.

It's really not that hard.

But why do it?

You have to prepare for these things.

Just in case.

It's like a new room.

Change it slowly enough and
no one will notice it's happened.

Then, if you need it, it's yours,
just to step into.

And nothing looks strange
because in a way,

you've always been there.

A double life?

Not any more.
This is who I am now, full-time.

Wow.

I can't even plan a weekly shop.

You're here with someone?

Oh, no. My wife's back home.

Double bypass last year.

-No girlfriend?
-What?

-Here?
-Look at me.

Well, what about you?

Is that what this is all about, huh?
A new life with a new girl?

Actually, Austin,

I'd have given anything
to bring the old one with me.

Why didn't you?

Someone wants to kill me.

-Oh?
-And if she knew where I was,

this man, he'd kill her to find out.

-Oh, my God.
-Yeah.

Ironic, isn't it?

The kindest thing I could do to the
woman I love is to never see her again.

-Ah.
-Hmm.

It's not knowing where I am
keeps her alive.

That was a good deal, Austin.

The one we made back then.

It was, Jesus.
You made me a wealthy man.

We got lucky.

I certainly got lucky meeting you.

-Not this time.
-How do you mean?

What time is it with your wife?

6:33 a.m. Is she a light sleeper?

-No.
-So you haven't called her yet?

-No.
-Good, called anyone else?

No. Well, I mean, since when?

-Since you saw me.
-No.

May I see your mobile phone?

I swear, I...

I haven't used it.

I wish you hadn't have
come into the shop.

What?

You shouldn't have come into the shop.

-I didn't know not to.
-You shouldn't have seen me.

-I can't be seen.
-Then I didn't see you.

I won't say a word, I promise.

Do you know how hard it is
to keep a secret?

-I can keep this one.
-That's what I thought.

But look at what's just happened to me.

Don't run.

If you run, I'll disappear
and next time you see me,

I'll be in your bedroom
at 425 Rayfields Road,

Columbia Falls, Montana.

In my shop, you wrote it down.

And if that happens,
your wife will never wake up again.

So don't run.

-I wasn't going to.
-Good.

-So, we haven't got a lot of time.
-Why not?

-Some people are coming to see you.
-Who?

Doesn't matter.

But they're on their way,
and while we wait,

I want you to do something.

Something for yourself.

What?

Call her. Call your wife.

Why?

-Tell her you love her.
-Why?

She'll need to know that.

And I'm giving you the chance to say it.

-You're wanting me to say goodbye?
-Don't pass it up.

It's a chance I never got.

It's okay.

Call her.

Hi, it's Austin.

So, where are you?

Good. Come straight on in.

No! Main entrance,
through the revolving doors.

Why not? Free country.

Yeah. Grand apiece, up front,
for you and your guy.

Has to be both, though. Right?

'Cause that's the way I want it.

Wow. Room 219, door's off the latch,
I'm waiting for you.

And he never brought you back a gift

from somewhere you wouldn't have
expected him to be?

You mean from where he is now?

Maybe.

He wouldn't be that casual.

His son doesn't even know I exist.

Just this in your bank account?

Yes, every month...

Uh, last one last month.

All from abroad.
Never the same place twice.

No.

And no communication at all?

He won't be found.
You know that, don't you?

Not unless he wants someone to find him.

I...do know how you feel.

My wife. She's ill. Alzheimer's.

-Oh.
-And I loved her...

love her very much.

But all I have now is our past.

And it's a lonely place to live.

-Morning, Paul.
-Ralph.

Are you all right?

I'll wind the clocks.

Are you sure?

I'll be right along after.

-Oh, and Ralph.
-Yeah?

Thanks for everything.

Live long...

And die in Ireland.

Good night, Paul.

Hello, James.

Peter.

You're not surprised.

Saw you in the shadows.

So you still know where to look?

Where else would you be?

How?

-If you want to disappear...
-You have to do it completely.

No ties, no trails,

nothing.

It's hard.

-You can't imagine.
-No, I can't.

But then, that's why you're you

and I'm your Controller.

So, why the pause?

-Hmm?
-You could've killed me at the door.

You must have something
you want to tell me.

Where did you get the name?

Paul Donnelly?

Launch manager, Apollo 11.

Everyone remembers the astronauts,

no one remembers the
guy who pulled the strings.

Harvey Wratten.

Royal Pardon.
That was quite an achievement.

Why didn't you have him killed in jail?

This is our thing, not theirs.

-So, you got him out?
-I got him out.

Just to have him killed?

Oh, no. I did it myself.

But you could've just let him live.

I mean, once he was out,
he could never say

how you did it, because if he had,
he'd have been straight back in.

It wasn't the pardon that worried me,
it was what he threatened to expose

if I didn't get it for him.

Our thing...

Our thing.

Counterpoint.

Because if that got out,
then there'd be real trouble.

Like you've never seen.

You shouldn't have told him, Peter.

You shouldn't have let him go down.

I'd offered him retirement,
he wouldn't take it.

-He wasn't ready.
-He should always have been ready,

that was the deal. He should've stepped
aside. It was time to start again.

-Who with?
-I'm working on it.

Young blood, eh?

Well, I don't want to be having to
do this every 10 years, now do I?

And me? Got someone to replace me?

Working on that, too.

Harvey was my partner
for nearly 30 years.

And I was your superior
long before that.

And after all those years,

you were willing to let him die in jail?

-I gave him a chance not to.
-So I gave him another.

And look what you got for your trouble.

Four hours of fresh air for your partner
and a shadow of a life for yourself.

Things didn't go to plan.

They would've done,
if you hadn't forgotten the rules.

Your rules.

"Controller." It's not just a name
to you, is it?

It's what you have to have,
no matter what.

But there must've been a while
back there, after I disappeared,

when even you thought you'd lost it.

Knew I'd get it back.

And that's why you didn't
kill me at the door, isn't it?

Because getting it back is
what you wanted me to see.

How are you going to do it, James?

I'm guessing not with a gun,
far too noisy.

But your own hands?

You must be angry.

And to think,

if I hadn't left that phone signal,
you wouldn't be here.

But you did.

And I am.

-You followed the trail.
-The one you left.

But what if I knew

you couldn't help but follow it?

May I?

The only person who could force my son

into leaving a message
on that phone was you. I knew that.

And I knew that once I picked it up,
you'd follow the signal.

And because you thought you'd found it,
it would never occur to you that

actually, you were being led.

Because it's who you are, what you do.

Control, at any cost. Any cost.

Ironic, then, isn't it?

That by coming all this way
to get it back,

you lost it altogether.

Human, after all.

Not strong enough.

Kill you, save me,
it was a tricky balance.

That tipped my way.

I'd say right now we're about even.

Hello.

It's late.

Or early.

These days, I never know which.

-Should I be sorry?
-No.

-But I am.
-Don't be.

-I think it's just 'cause...
-It's difficult.

For us both.

I'm not.

Nor am I.

Hmm.

Um...

But you were right.

About what?

The past is a lonely place.

Unless you hear someone else say it.

Gabriel.

We're ready for you.

Look, I've got to go.

What?

Patch him through.

So sorry, go on, I'll follow.

-Jonah...
-Laura, go on. I'll be there.

Is that DI Gabriel?

It is.

I know who shot you.

I'm sorry?

Follow the drugs.

What drugs?

Follow the drugs.

Who is this?

My name's Peter Glickman.

Follow the drugs, Detective Inspector,

and then we'll meet.

What can you see?

Sorry.

Ah.

There.

God.

All is well.

I'm not sure I should be doing this.

Then you know what? Don't bother.

But when you go home tonight
be sure to ask yourself

exactly what the hell
you're doing this job for.

About two grand more
than I'd get in private security.

Then make it count.

They've gone.

-Gone?
-They've been destroyed.

No, this drugs haul
secured a Royal Pardon.

-When?
-Last month.

You sure?

Evidence number: ref/2417 Wratten.

Heroin, six consignments, incinerated.

Why?

They must have thought
the case was closed.

On whose orders?

Why did you have the evidence burned?

You know, you keep doing this, I'm going
to have to take out a restraining order

and that won't look good on your record.

849 kilos, on your instruction.

I think you're referring
to a restricted file.

So you know what I'm referring to.

Harvey Wratten's dead, DI Gabriel,
get over it. We have.

-So you closed the case?
-Ta-da!

Shouldn't you have kept back 10%?

Now you're telling me how to do my job,

you don't even look like
you know how to do yours.

-Then teach me!
-10% is for pending cases.

Self-evidently, this one isn't pending.

If we kept everything,
pretty soon we'd have no more space.

It's actually just
a basic law of physics.

Unless you think Wratten's
a fucking vampire.

Seemed to have plenty of space
when I was there.

Maybe that's because unlike you,
we know how to close a case.

-No, you don't.
-Why? Where are you going?

Where you can't follow.

Shit!

What are you looking for anyway?

What are the drugs going to tell you?

Something someone said.

-Who?

Gabriel.

A two kilogram sample was taken
from the second consignment.

-There's the date.
-Where were they sent?

To you.

Me?

Well, to your side.

Why?

Apparently there was
a problem with the code.

You see that? That's ours.

And we write it on the evidence
in ultraviolet.

Yeah, so do we.

Yeah, well, on this one and 12 others
like it, when they came into us

they already had a code written on them.

Ours.

Yes.

Yep, we received it June 13th last year.

Is it still in storage?

Should be.

We'd like to see it.

We'll call you when we've finished.

Um, you know you'll have to
sign out when you leave?

Yes, of course.

And just so you know, we now weigh
the boxes before and after each view.

-Sorry?
-It's procedure.

Yeah, I understand. Okay. Thank you.

-So that came across from Customs?
-Yeah.

It's from the second cache
that Wratten led them to find

in order to get his Royal Pardon.
Dim the lights.

Okay, so you see that code?

That's the Customs code.

They put that on there
after they picked up the drugs.

And this one, this is our code.

From last June, when they
sent it over to us.

Why did they send it?

-Because of this.
-What's that?

That's the first code, our code.

I don't follow.

It means this brick
has been here before.

Which means...

Someone took it out.

And I know who.

It was Detective Sergeant Delaney.

Go on.

Delaney heard someone was buying
large amounts off the street.

So he decided to get himself involved

in the second purchase
by raiding the evidence room.

How was he to know that what he sold
was destined to go to Customs?

And once they'd read the serial numbers
they'd send it back to us?

-Us?
-To him.

Do you know how much Delaney took?

So you agree it was Delaney?

Because that's the bit
I didn't have a join for.

But now I do.

Do you know how much was taken?

Well, Customs says there were
12 more in the same series.

26 kilos. And what's that?

Half a million quid
right out of this department.

Ouch.

-So he and your predecessor...
-Penney.

...decided to cover it up.

So you offered to cut Delaney a deal,

rap his knuckles, strip him a rank
and give him to me,

to put him back in line.

Which is exactly what you did.

Well, that's not how it
worked out is it, sir?

Because no matter how much you try
and bury a past, it has that nasty habit

of catching up with you.
And is that what happened to me, is it?

Did I just get caught in the crossfire?

Shh.

You really don't know?

But you know what?

I think now is the time to tell me.

Then I'm afraid, Gabriel,

the past is also about
to catch up with you.

It was 30 kilos in total, 30.

And guess where
the last four were found?

In the back of the car
in which you both got shot.

You may have started out
getting Delaney to walk the line,

but it looks to me like he ended up
pulling you into the shadows.

And you're right.

£500,000 at least, and you know what?

We only ever got back 270.

-And why didn't you go looking for it?
-No need.

Believe me, absolutely none.

But you don't remember, do you?

I thought you did.

I thought you were faking it,
that's why I wanted you out.

But he thought you didn't.

-Which is why I wanted you back in.
-Why?

He thought if you knew anything,
then obviously you'd keep it a secret,

or at least show us
who you shared it with.

And if you didn't,
it would come to this.

Either way, it would never come out.

Is that right?

You're a good cop, Jonah.

Shut up!

You're working together?

Oh, no. He works for me.

And so do you.

I don't think so.

Where are you going to go with this?
Over my head?

I might hit a wall
but sooner or later I'll find a gate.

And what are you going to tell them
when you do?

How you forgot to log the operation on
the night you went out with Delaney?

Why didn't you do that, Jonah?

Unless you didn't want anyone else
to know where you were?

That's got to look shady
in anyone's book.

You'll end up in jail.

With you in the cell next door, sir.

And all of us without our pension.

So what's your wife going to do then?

Especially now you've got
a baby on the way?

Good news travels fast.
Bad news we can bury.

I'm not one of you.

But you don't know that, though, do you?

Because you can't remember.

And going by the evidence,
I'd say that's exactly who you are.

Listen, you're fine.
In fact, you're better than that.

A cop with no faults,

how does he know
where to find other people's?

Now, let's be clear.

I'm saying we should all move on now.

All together.

Because frankly,
what other choice do we have?

It's the shadow line, Jonah.

It's where we walk.

You know the biggest mistake
you just fucking made?

Going to him.

If you'd just come to me,
you'll still be on this case.

-What as? Another bent copper?
-That's not the fucking story!

-Then what is the fucking story?
-I don't know!

That's what I wanted you to find out.

And now we're both
out in the fucking cold.

Congratulations, Jonah Gabriel.

You finally managed to close this case.

Bob.

I brought Jay here to reassure you.

How is that going to work?

The line of yours the police picked up.
He didn't tell them where to look.

-You think?
-I know.

Because believe me,
he had nothing to gain.

Unless he thought I killed his uncle.

What?

You lot think I had Harvey Wratten
killed, don't you?

-I don't think anything.
-Is that because you know?

-Because I don't think about it at all.
-What about him?

He doesn't think about it, either.

He just wants this deal done.

I brought him here to tell you that.

"Bob Harris says hello"?

Isn't that what you think that driver
of yours heard Harvey's killer say?

It doesn't matter. The only thing
that matters is that we do this deal.

Does it matter to you?

You thinking I'm the killer
of your uncle, does it matter?

Does it?

Yes, it does.

If I were you, son,
it would matter to me, too.

So even if you said it didn't,
I wouldn't have believed you.

Either way, the deal is off.

We're ready to go.

Find another shell.
This one's not for cracking.

Ricardo.

So what do you think they'll do?

Fall apart.

What about us?

Pick up the pieces.

You make things
sound so simple.

It's alljust numbers, isn't it?

Right now, theirs don't add up.
Simple as that.

You like figures, don't you, Mr Bede?

They're all there on the page.

Easy to read, right there
in black and white. Isn't that right?

As long as they all add up.

What about your figures?
Do they add up?

No. Not yet.

-Why not?
-Bob Harris.

He was meant to be here with you.

And now he won't be.

Why not?

He thinks he was being set up.

Why?

He heard we think it was him
had Harvey Wratten killed.

-And did he?
-I don't care.

But that's what he heard.
So he's pulled out.

Because he thinks this was a trap?

-Yes.
-Hmm.

So you've come here to tell me the truth
because you think I'll respect that?

Yes.

That's how it worked out last time. Hmm.

So what do you want to do now?

Stick to the plan.

Because you like the plan?

Yes, I do.

But right now you owe me
one million and in four days' time,

if we stick to the plan, you'll owe me
four million with no means to pay.

But in three months
you'll have turned over 10 million

and all our debts will be cleared.

Only if your plan works out.

It will.

How can you be so certain?

Because that's how it has to be.

Hmm.

Your wife is ill?

-Yes.
-You're doing this for her?

-Yes.
-I understand.

So in three months' time, if your
plan fails, she will be dead.

But this is not something
you will hear about

because I will have killed you first.

Is that black and white enough for you?

-It is.
-Good. So we stick to the plan.

You'll get your delivery.
And you had better find a buyer quick.

-I will.
-Good.

-Hello?
-This is Peter Glickman.

Yes?

Are you alone?

Yes.

Can I trust you?

Yes.

Hello, Joseph.

Peter.

Is it layered?

Dead drop.

Have you checked it?

Only that it's there. It is.

-Thank you.
-You forgot to pay your bill.

It's in the salt pot.

Not for this.
For Bulkat Babur, you owe him a million.

Once this is done.

Oh, it's already doing.

We opened up the line.
We just brought in the first shipment.

Who's your end buyer?

Then how come you've brought it in?

Good luck.

I wouldn't need it
if you'd paid before you left.

There's a lot of things we don't think
we need until it's too late.

Would you include Petra Maylor in that?

How?

She found me.

How?

You should have paid
for your flowers, too.

What did she want?

You.

She mustn't know we've met,
her life will be in danger if she does.

So is mine, now that we have.

Tell no one. Trust no one who asks.

Those shipments that
got Harvey out of jail.

-Mmm?
-Who'd you find to buy them off Harris?

-Why do you want to know?
-Would he buy off me?

If I were you,
I'd sell to anyone but him.

But if I had to, where would I find him?

You won't.

-Why not?
-Because I'm going to find him first.

Where have you been?

Why do you want to know?

There's someone here
who wants to talk to you.

Who?

I want to buy your shipment.

You're looking to move 250 kilos
at four grand a corner, correct?

Five.

Yeah, I thought
you might say that.

There's five million in
those two bags there. Not a penny more.

So, are we done?

Where'd you get it from?

-Why do you need to know?
-That's a big bank you're drawing off.

Maybe I've got rising stock.

Yeah. So who sold your shares?

Why do you care?
You'll take what you get given.

And all you need to know is
I'm willing to give it to you.

And I hear you've got more
to come, 500 kilos.

I'll take that off you as well,
same price, 10 million.

And including this,
that's a 15 million deal.

Lottery numbers.

And I'm the one
holding the balls.

So?

You work for Bob Harris...

More a marriage of convenience.

Mmm. Which you want out of. Why?

Maybe we're not laughing
like we used to.

Or maybe somebody else caught your eye.

And now I'm trying to catch yours.
You should be flattered

'cause you've got
no one else to dance with.

How did Harris hear
what our driver said?

-How do you think?
-Because it's true?

Because it's true.

So why'd he do it?

It was Wratten did it to himself.

You were going to give up
all that money to buy drugs

just to dump them on the cops?
I mean, it's not exactly

the sharpest deal
I've ever heard of, now is it?

It got him out of jail.

Yeah, but what did he have
when he left? Nothing.

So why bother to kill him?

You go down,
someone's going to take you out.

Oh, right. Tooth and claw.

In our world, granddad, there's
no such thing as the welfare state.

And if you're not careful, that is
exactly what is going to happen to you.

How?

Harris is expecting you
to default on the Babur deal,

then Babur will knock you out,

then Harris will step in
and pick up the pieces.

-Who are you working for?
-Why do you keep asking me that?

You're the one in trouble,

I'm the one that's got
15 million and a way out.

What's to talk about?

If I decided to accelerate the pace,
could you take the 500 kilos in one go?

Yeah.

I'd need five million up front.

I can handle that.

-And five million on exchange.
-I can handle that.

Within three weeks?

I can handle that.

What about Harris?

I can handle that, too.

-You'll need to.
-Oh, I will.

Oh, how traditional.

Jesus, Joseph.

The kid's not even old enough
to drive a car.

I don't need to, pops.

Got someone who does that for me.

# Some enchanted evening

# You may see a stranger

-# You may see a stranger

# Across a crowded room

# And somehow you'll know... #

What?

Yeah, I'm sorry. I need a hand.

I can't budge it.

That's because you don't jack it up
until you've released the nuts.

Well, I'm sorry, I've shot me back.

-Eh?
-I've shot me back.

You're good at that.

Yeah, right back where I started.

Go.

Come on, you bastard!