All language subtitles for LUCKY Man - S02 E05 - What Lies Beneath (720p HDTV)

I'm not scared, pal,
but I know you are.

HE GROANS

I didn't kill your girls.

Yes, you did.

I tried to warn you, over and
over, and you wouldn't listen.

As soon as you put this on
me, you dug their graves.

Why do you think nothing
bad has happened to you,

ever since you met her?

She is the worst luck that
could ever happen to you.

If Winter found out that
you'd stolen evidence...

You do it, stuff like
that, all the time.

Yeah, but I do it so
you don't have to.

You want to be transferred?

I think a fresh start would
be best for everyone.

The flat burned down.
I've no other clothes.

Don't touch my pants.

It was just an accident,
pure bad luck.

It happened about the same
time you sent me that text.

He was innocent.

- Purer than the driven snow.
- Not quite.

Is the kebab such a good idea?

You what?

I said, is the kebab
such a good idea?

I drive with one hand, darling,
don't worry, you're safe with me.

It's you I'm thinking about.

All that saturated fat.

It's not good for your arteries.

I'm here for a good
time, not a long time.

I said, I'm here for a good
time, not a long time.

Sure this is where
you want dropped?

Yeah.

You could get attacked
out here on your own.

I'm fine.

It's 25 quid, then.

Oh!

Oi!

Come here!

♪ Fortune is a fickle friend
Here today and then gone again ♪

♪ A good time girl,
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 ♪

♪ Patient with your life, now
Careful with your pride ♪

♪ Hold tight ♪

♪ This could be a wild ride
It could be a late night ♪

♪ Who is the underdog ♪

♪ And who's gonna
be the lucky one? ♪

It's rather creepy, you
staring at me like this.

You may kiss me now.

I need a shower.

Me, too.

You can't, it's my
brother's place.

So, stay dirty.

I need to go to work.

I'll call Rui.

He's here tonight.

Harry?

What are you doing, tonight?

I don't know, I'll
call you later.

I want to talk...
about Isabella.

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

She's literally calling
you, right now.

That's not my phone.

Oh.

Your name is Rui Hirota...

No, it isn't.

OK.

When you're ready to
talk, let me know.

What time did you get
in at last night?

Late.

Oh. Er...

- Hello.
- Hi, you must be Rich.

I didn't realise Harry had...
a friend staying over.

Isabella.

- Nice to meet you.
- So, you hear lots about me?

Oh, lots.

It's great to finally meet you.

Coffee?

No, I'm afraid I'm going to
have to love you and leave you.

I have a taxi outside. But
it's really nice to meet you.

And I hope that we spend
more time together, soon.

OK.

Bye.

She gone?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

Well, she seems... interesting.

That's one word for her.

Foreign, classy, beautiful,
how do you manage it?

I honestly wouldn't
know where to start.

Well, imagine I already
know about your childhood,

your failed marriage and
your recent homelessness.

Maybe it's a language barrier.

Yeah, maybe she doesn't understand
a single word you're saying.

- That's why it's working out so well.
- Funny.

Oh, come on.

She's gorgeous!

What have you possibly
got to complain about?

I'm not sure,
that's the problem.

The amount of relationships you've
screwed up because she likes some

- silly cocktail or doesn't like Man U.
- No, no, no, this is more...

She might be...

So...?

So...?

So, you need to
find out for sure.

Because if she is a good one,
you don't want to let her go.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Dog walker found him
floating, first thing.

Do we have an ID?

Suri and Orwell are checking out
the taxi, we think it's his.

So, you heard about Steve?

No. What's he done, now?

He's requested a transfer.

Buster Wiley, date of birth
eighth of the fifth, '66.

I told him to think on
it a couple of days.

He might change his
mind if he felt...

less isolated from the team.

Doesn't look like he's been in
the water that long, does it?

Harry, did you hear me?

I'm not sure what I can do.

You know, I thought you might
be a little more understanding

of the redemptive power
of second chances.

You're saying Buster
topped himself?

Jumped off the railway bridge?

Cab's registered to a B Wiley.

Married, two kids in their 20s.

Also, he's got a dash cam.

Could be useful.

Check it out, Steve.

Daisy?

Hello, love. You all right?

Mum says you think you've
got a magic bracelet.

This?

You skipped school to ask me
a stupid question like that?

You think you've
got problems, Dad?

- Everyone has problems.
- Tell me about it.

You can talk to me about
anything, you know.

I mean, if you ever need to.

I don't need to talk.

I just wanted to know that
you weren't going insane.

Do I look insane?

Come home, then.

- Stop being an arse.
- I can't.

Come home, I mean.

Come on... I'll drop
you back to school.

So, what we're looking at?

Asphyxiation, caused by
aspiration of fluid.

In this case,

canal water, into the air passages
as a result of submersion.

- He drowned.
- Anyone else involved?

Well, there's no
signs of a struggle.

No cuts or bruises or lesions
inconsistent with a death by drowning.

What about this scar?

- An operation?
- Heart bypass, relatively fresh, too.

When do we get the tox report?

Oh, it'll be a
while, I'm afraid.

They're backed up. I'm still waiting
for reports from two weeks ago.

Can you try and speed it up?

I'd like to clear this
up as quick as possible,

so we can solve
some real murders.

I can certainly try, DI Clayton.

Good lad.

How was the pathologist?

Waiting on the tox report, you?

Yeah, I extracted that dash
cam footage you asked for.

Oh, yeah? So, what did you get?

Apart from one very sad cabbie.

Have a look.

- Who's she?
- That is his last fare.

Rewind.

Stop it there.

Can you not get a clearer
image than that?

That's all we have.

So, how does a 15-stone man
chasing a girl half his size

end up in the water?

He goes for her,
she pushes him in?

Either way, this isn't suicide.

- Great work, Steve.
- Maybe it's not.

We need to find her.

You seem upset. Can I help?

I've just got a bit
of a hangover.

You look familiar.

Do I know you from somewhere?

- Maybe from a meeting.
- Oh, God!

Forget I said I had a
hangover, will you?

I won't say a word.

How long since you were sober?

Are you hearing me?

- We're just talking.
- You are.

You had a liver transplant.

How do you know that?

You mentioned it in a meeting.

Did I? I didn't think I...

You know, there are thousands of
people waiting for organ transplants.

Oh, God, you don't need
to make me feel bad, OK?

I honestly couldn't feel worse.

Saying you feel
bad isn't enough.

Which meeting did you come to?

You have to change, Julie.

- Which one?
- Paddington.

I've never been to a
meeting in Paddington.

Harry?

Jonny.

I'm looking for my wife.

I didn't know you'd
be entertaining.

- Behave.
- Daisy about?

I thought I'd run her to school.

No, she's got hockey today before classes.
You've missed her.

Hockey?!

Since when?

She's very good, you should
go and watch her play.

At least it keeps her off
that bloody computer.

Anna, I've said it before,
it's nothing to worry about.

- It's perfectly normal.
- What's up?

I know, I know, I'm just
being hypersensitive

because of everything
that happened with...

Oh, is she having difficulty
adjusting to Jonny?

No. She's just always
upstairs with the door shut.

She's 13 years old. I'd think there
was something up, if she wasn't.

Exactly what I said.

Look, why don't I go upstairs
and finish getting dressed?

It's just, every time I...

try and have a look, she
just closes the laptop.

Well, she doesn't want her mum
to see her Instagram or...

I know, I know, I get it.

I wouldn't want my mum
reading my diary.

It's just there's
something about

the urgency with
which she closes it.

- You checked her history?
- Suspiciously clean.

You want me to take a look?

Be discreet, will you?

I am a professional.

What?

_ _

Rui?

Yes?

I'm calling to let you know that

someone checked for your
name on the Interpol system.

The user was a DI Harry Clayton.

- Miss Augustine...
- I heard you.

- Should I take care of this?
- No, I'll do it.

Would you keep an eye on him and let
me know where he is at all times?

Thank you.

She'd kill me if I talked.

- I'll kill you.
- I haven't done anything wrong.

You help her kill people.

No, I don't. I just drive,
and she doesn't kill anyone.

Oh, so she just wants them
dead and somehow they die?

So you know it already?

You don't need me to
tell you what she is.

Really? What's that?

Magnificent.

No, she's just a thug
in a posh frock.

You're just jealous.

Tell me everything you know,
and you can go back to her.

- Afternoon.
- She has an operation scar, like Buster.

That's right. This poor girl
was on her second liver.

She'd had a transplant?

Oh, watch out, Suri, he's
catching up with you.

- She's so young.
- Hmm.

Now, this is what
you want to know.

Ever hear of Pentaprevin?

Big centre-half,
played for Lamiakos.

It's a short-acting skeletal muscle
relaxant, mostly used in hospitals.

What for?

It's used in tandem with a
sedative to anaesthetise patients

before surgery,
hugely specialised.

Now, look here.

I have to confess, I missed
this on my first pass, but,

after the tox report showed
Pentaprevin in Buster's system,

I had another look.

What are we looking at?

There, do you see? I think
that is a needle mark.

What? Does she have, erm...

- Pentaprevin?
- Yeah.

Oh, I'd need a tox report.

- How long?
- Here's one I prepared earlier.

Good boy. And...?

Pentaprevin, yes.
Now, look at this.

See?

So they're related?

You're the detectives.

But one other thing
she'd been drinking,

which is very naughty if
you've had a liver transplant.

All right. So, were they
poisoned or were they drowned?

Both. I think they were
incapacitated by the Pentaprevin,

then thrown in the water.

So, they were conscious, but
they couldn't save themselves?

Exactly. It's a
terrible way to die.

You know you're drowning,
but you just can't move.

Jesus.

Yes, hello.

This is Detective Steve Orwell with
the Murder Investigation Squad.

I'm looking to speak to someone in
the anaesthesiology department.

I've got a list here
of all the deaths

on Regent's Canal in the last 18 months.
Where do I start?

Can I leave my
number and ask...?

Both of our victims had had major
surgery, so check the list,

see if anyone matches
that profile.

There are more deaths in
the canals than you think.

Well, crosscheck the names
with their medical records

to see what that throws up.
I'm feeling lucky.

What about our suspect, the
lady in the black coat?

Now, well, your footage
didn't offer us much, did it?

Bingo. Daniel Green, three weeks ago...
50s, body in canal,

suspected suicide.

He was receiving regular treatment
from a private hospital called the.

- Regent Clinic.
- Did he have a transplant, or what?

I don't know, it doesn't say.

Right, let's go. You keep
bashing the phones, big lad.

How come I work my arse off
and you just get lucky?

We're here to discuss one
of your patients with you.

Daniel Green.

I doubt I could help you, what with
doctor-patient confidentiality.

Let's see how we go, shall we?

Before he died, was
Mr Green depressed?

Well, he was suffering
from terminal cancer,

so I don't think it's a stretch
to say he wasn't in the

highest of spirits.

I understand he recently
had a major operation.

As I've said, I can't discuss
a patient's medical details.

Well, you know, I
can come back here

with a warrant for
the information,

bring 30 policemen, uniforms, we'll
stick around here for a while.

What would you prefer?

He'd had a successful
lung transplant.

It's an extremely rare procedure,
but he could afford it.

How much does this
treatment cost?

Well, I'm not at liberty
to discuss that.

But I doubt I could afford one.

If he paid all that
money for a transplant,

why would you think
he was suicidal?

One of the doctors saw him
smoking outside the hospital,

post-operation.

None of us could
believe it, really.

Felt like he was sticking
two fingers up at God.

Do you use Pentaprevin here?

We do. Why do you ask?

We'll need the names
and addresses

of any staff that
might have access.

I can't give you those,
it's confidential.

That's funny, that thing you do.

- I'm sorry?
- You know, when your eyes turn away.

Dry mouth, swallow.

You're doing it now. Not
much of a poker face.

Whatever it is you're hiding

has got very little to do with
doctor-patient confidentiality,

wouldn't you say so, Dr Jones?

We had to let someone go recently,
someone who would have had access.

- How long ago?
- About a month.

She was a nurse at the practice.

What was her name?

Scarlett Cartmell.

Why did you sack her?

She was caught stealing drugs.

- Pentaprevin?
- Yes,

and a variety of
other substances.

- She was an addict.
- I take it you reported this?

There was concern raised over the
potential public relations fallout.

Write down Scarlett
Cartmell's details now.

Do you think she's
our woman in black?

- Well, it's like looking likely.
- What's her motive?

She loses her job,
feels hard done by,

takes it out on others

who have had second chances
but squandered them.

Buster Wiley,

he kept eating kebabs, his wife
said as much, Julie Tracey,

she kept drinking, Daniel
Green kept smoking.

Jesus.

She's killing addicts.

What's the matter, think
you're next on the list?

No I...

- I'm not an addict.
- Sure

I'm... You've got a lot more gobby
in the last month, you know?

Scarlett Cartmell,
police, open up.

Right, I'll have to break
it down, stand back.

Well, I can close it again if you
really want to break it down.

As I said, gobby.

Scarlett?

Jesus! God. Suri?

SHE GAGS

It looks like an overdose.

Approximate time of death?

I'd say she's been lying there
for a good three, four weeks,

if I had to guess,
which, basically, I do.

So she's not our killer.

- Well, thanks for coming down.
- That's fine.

It was the right call. Her
body's too delicate to move.

Difficult to do an
autopsy on soup.

Right, Ralph.

How are we getting on?

Almost everything on the list that
Kenneth gave us is accounted for.

Sir.

Almost?

We're missing some morphine
and the Pentaprevin.

Well, looks like Scarlett
had the morphine.

So our killer is
still out there?

Yep, with the
stolen Pentaprevin.

Hello? Excuse me.

'You're not avoiding
me, are you?'

- Me? Never.
- 'Great'.

'Shall we meet up?'

- Sure. When?
- 'How about right now?'

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, I was just out for a walk.

My driver seems to have
taken the day off.

Come here.

In.

So?

How are you here?

This is a crime scene.
A murder scene.

I wanted to see
you, Harry, and...

I tend to get what I want.

I've had this for ten years.

Finding you is...

Plus, I've gathered friends around
me, people who'll do anything.

But I guess the
honeymoon is over.

That's why you did an
Interpol check on me.

I told you I have friends, but at
least I'm being honest with you,

which makes one of us.

And then there was that
chat the other night,

full of hints and innuendos
about a man dying.

Was that you?

Do I kill people?

Do you?

What does my police record say?

It's clean.

Spotless.

Almost artificially so.

What about Rui, my driver?
What have you done with him?

Nothing.

Looks like we both have
trust issues, then.

I'm not sure what I
feel about you working.

On the one hand, the authority's
undeniably a turn-on.

On the other, you're
not much fun.

I've only ever been
honest with you, Harry.

- What are you afraid of?
- I shouldn't be doing this.

Then stop me.

Sorry, sir, sorry to bother you,
but we need to move the van.

Come home with me.

- I can't.
- Please.

Sir?

I am trying to question a witness
here, fuckin' eejits, move!

Sorry, sir.

Morning, what's the craic?

Got a possible lead, Emily Sorkin,
works at the clinic, knew Scarlett,

had access to the drugs,

pretty good height match for
the figure in the video.

We reckon she could be
our woman in black.

Have you got an address?

Good. Suri, let's check her out.

I think since Steve did the
heavy lifting, he should go.

- Orwell?
- I'll go with him.

- OK, don't lose her.
- I'm sure we'll be fine.

If you wanted, you could break the
news to Scarlett's next of kin.

Anna!

Oh, hello.

That's such a coincidence.

Are you drinking alone?

I'm waiting for Jonny, he's, um,
he's been held up in traffic.

Well, I'm on my own,
so it's perfect.

I admire you.

Really?

Yeah, well, not just
because of your work..

After everything Harry did to
you, you still make time for him,

and let him be with
your daughter.

You're almost too kind.

Yes, well, he's
hard to get rid of.

But he is worth sticking
with, isn't he?

I sometimes worry that I'm
betting on the wrong guy.

- Your bracelet...
- Hmm.

- Where'd you get it?
- It's a gift from Harry, actually.

It's an acquired taste,
but I do like it.

Harry? Buying jewellery?

Wow!

I'm a bit worried that my
wrist will turn green.

Yes, well, I wouldn't worry too
much about Harry, if I were you.

You've clearly got him in
a very good place indeed.

So sorry I'm late, darling.

The most incredible set of
circumstances delayed me.

You wouldn't believe...

So, this new Suri...

What new Suri?

Well, the one who shouts down her
boss and doesn't do what she's told.

I'm not! That's, that's not...

No, no, no, it's
good, it's good.

I mean, don't go full Harry
Clayton on us, but...

No, I like it.

Come on.

Do you want to
check around back?

You check round the back.

- Emily Sorkin?
- Yes.

- Clare Cartmell?
- Yes?

I'm DI Harry Clayton.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.
May I come in?

- Er, yes, yes, of course, come in.
- Thank you.

Er, what's this about?

It's about your
sister, Scarlett.

What's happened?

I'm sorry to say she's been
found dead in her flat.

Right.

I would like to tell you that
this is a surprise, but it isn't.

Was it an overdose?

Yes. Were you close?

Sometimes.

I...

I understand how
destructive addiction is.

I don't believe in addiction.

You don't?

I don't believe it's
a disease, anyway.

It's a choice.

A continuing series of choices.
My sister wasn't ill, I'm afraid.

She just liked to get high.

It's a bit more complicated
than that, surely?

If addiction was
a brain disease,

the neurologists would be able
to find evidence backing it up,

but they can't.

The phrase, the idea,

addiction is merely an
abdication of responsibility.

Sorry, I... You must
think I'm a monster?

No.

Ms Cartmell, I deal with
real monsters every day.

Look, I'm sorry, but I really
do have to get to work.

No, of course, of course.

What work do you do, by the way?

I am an anaesthetist.

Ah, a medical family. Did you
ever work with Scarlett?

- No.
- Did you work at the Regent Clinic?

Well, here's my card.

Please, if you feel I can help
in any way, give me call.

One thing, uhm

do you happen to have a
recent photo of Scarlett?

- I'm afraid not.
- An old one, maybe?

Um, would it be all right if I
dropped it into the station?

As I said, I'm running late.

I'm sorry, but do you
mind getting it now?

Of course.

_ _

No good, I'm afraid,
she had a solid alibi.

Maybe our murderer never
worked at the Regent Clinic.

I'm going to look into locums,
see if there's a link there.

Where's Harry?

He's paying his condolences
to Scarlett's sister.

No, really, he is.

All right.

Go through the list of staff
from other hospitals,

see how many doors we're
going to need to knock.

Sir.

'Hi, this is Harry Clayton,
please leave a message... '

- I've got something.
- What is it?

I've been going through the
agency list of all the locums

- that work at the Regent Clinic?
- And...?

There's an anaesthetist there who
also does shifts at the hospital

where Buster Wiley had
his heart surgery,

and the infirmary where Julie
Tracey had her transplant.

- A woman?
- Yeah, and her name is Clare Cartmell.

There's his car.

It's Harry's!

I didn't kill Scarlett.

She called me after she lost her job.
Wanted money.

I wasn't going to help.

If you keep giving money to people
like that, they never get better.

But she was my sister, and I loved
her, so I went round to see her.

And there she was,
dead in the bath.

And next to her was
the Pentaprevin.

I do work at the Regent Clinic,

every now and then, as a locum.

I was going in, and
there was Daniel Green,

sucking on a cigarette outside.

I looked at him, and I
thought about my sister...

and afterwards, it
felt like justice.

I am so sorry, I didn't
get a chance to stop.

Oh, it's fine.

No, no, come on, give me
your insurance details,

- and I'll give you mine.
- No, no, honestly, it's fine.

It's just a scratch.

No, come on, I totally
damaged your bumper!

- Don't worry about it.
- Please, I insist!

I'm fully comp.

Wait!

I'd like to report an accident.

All right, we search the canal,
that's where she dumps her bodies.

I want every available unit
searching every inch of it,

that's eight and a half miles,
and we have no time, so go, now!

'Information of a damage-only accident
involving vehicle registered to.

'Clare Cartmell in the
last five or six minutes.

The vehicle has left
the scene, over.'

Received, what's the location?
Over.

'Eastway junction with
Great Eastern Road,

'stand by for further
details, over.'

That's the Stratford end
of the canal, let's go.

The others were already
drowning, thrashing about,

dragging society down with them.

Stuffing your face with
a kebab like that.

I mean, that's a suicide
note, really, isn't it?

I'm sorry,

but you're all
trying to stop me,

and I'm right.

I know I am.

- It should have been me. It's my fault.
- Shut up.

- I should have gone, not Harry.
- Yeah, and then we'd be looking for you.

He'll be all right. It's
Harry, he's always all right.

CAR HORN BLARES

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Steve!

What the fuck?

Harry!

Police! Stop!

Stop!

- Stop it!
- Why aren't you saving your colleague?

Is he dead? Is he?

Come on!

Harry?

OK.

OK, OK, you're all right.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

So, look, Steve, we've had
our differences, haven't we?

Really?

What?

"We've had our differences,"

but I've developed a grudging
respect for you, Steve,

"and now I, the
almighty Harry Clayton,

"have decided to bestow upon you
my gratitude and my forgiveness.

"You may retract your transfer".

Something along those lines?

Almost exactly
along those lines.

Yeah. Hey, guess what?

I don't care. I don't care if
you want me to go or stay.

My leaving's got nothing
to do with you.

You're not the centre
of the universe, mate.

- I know that.
- You might.

She doesn't. She is a
very good police officer.

You are a bad influence on her.

Look, are you both certain you
don't want a hospital checkup?

Chief, we're fine.

Thank you. Oh...

Oh, um...

I should take this.

So, ah, apparently I owe you a
thank-you card or something?

I'll take the something.
Do you trust me now?

My colleagues were telling
me about this madwoman,

she jumped out in
front of their car,

it's a miracle they didn't
kill her, so they say.

As far as trusting you goes...

I might be getting there.

Well, I owe you an apology.

My little Rui is back.

Poor boy got mugged and
ended up in hospital.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'll make him all better.

When can I make you
all better, Harry?

I can't tonight, I've got
Daisy, sorry, but...

- soon.
- OK, just don't keep a girl waiting.

Yep.

Oh, there she is! Hello, Dais.

Mwah!

I've just been telling Daisy
about digital effects,

about how you can manipulate anything
these days with digital effects.

Great.

And I've been telling Uncle
Rich that I'm nearly 14,

and I know all about CGI.

Sorry, am I missing something?

Somebody posted this online.

Oh.

Right. Can't get away
with anything these days.

Dad, I want you to
tell me the truth.

OK.

Is that really a magic bracelet?

Yes. It is.

Cool.

Show me.

OK.

- Heads or tails.
- Heads.

Tails. Call again.

Heads.

Tails. Again.

- Bad luck, Dais.
- Dad, this is pathetic.

Can't you jump off a building
into a trifle or something?

Just keep watching.

I win every time.

Oh, and Harry,

another staggeringly
beautiful woman

dropped a package off
for you this morning.

_ _

People are dying every
day in this city.

Always by accident.

- She is always there.
- How many?

- I don't know.
- She kills them?

She wants them dead,
and they die.

She's unstoppable,
ever since the first.

The man who killed her children,

what did she do to him?

She nailed him to a tree
and slit his throat.

Woe betide anyone who
crosses Isabella Augustin.

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If we don't start
helping each other...

we might fall out.

Dad has superpowers.

Batman has Alfred,
Spider-Man has Aunt May.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm not
your dad's Aunt May.

Don't you move!

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to, sweetheart.

Oh! Go, go, go...

How well do I really know you?

'She wants them
dead, and they die.

'She's unstoppable.'

Your pain, your anger, just
letting it out like that.

If there's anything that you want
to tell me, now would be time.

Welcome to the point
of no return.

♪ 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? ♪

♪ Oh, love, is this the one that dies?
It's a guessing game... ♪