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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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