What did she do to him?
She nailed him to a tree and slit his throat.
We need to talk about you torturing my staff.
I killed him eight years ago. I shouldn't have to do it again.
Think about what he took from me.
He acted alone and killed without hesitation.
Steve?
I think that means you've been murdering innocent people.
No!
I've seen what she's capable of...
but I can't prove it.
So what am I supposed to do with her?
End the game.
Thanks mate.
Oyi! Oyi!
Police! Police!
I am fine!
Hello Stranger.
What do you want?
Just want to talk.
I thought you'd said everything you needed to
when you put a gun to my head.
Come on.
You've never done bad things?
Not like that.
No, you gamble on your daughter's life.
Risked her drowning.
What a nice man you are.
That's done, it's in the past.
And what I've done, to the man who murdered my children,
that is done too.
Oh, so you're a sweet girl now, hey?
Just the odd murder here and there, when you fancy it?
How can you be so small?
You have something that makes you different
from everyone else on the planet.
Everyone except me.
There was a moment
when I thought you were everything.
When I thought we could be perfect.
We can be.
Then I saw you kill a man without hesitation.
Exit the passionate lover.
Enter the boring policeman.
So, what are you going you do with me?
What can I do?
It's over.
Is it?
The guilty will be punished Harry.
What do you mean?
Isabella, what are you going to do?
S02E07 Second Chance Original air date April 7th 2017.
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Morning all. So...
what brings me to Soho?
One dead body. Belonging to...
Dean Adams. Forty-seven, property developer.
Is this place his?
No. It belongs to a Sam Browning.
We're having a little trouble tracking him down.
There's a hair underneath the fingernail.
He didn't put up much of a struggle, but it's something.
A hair?
Long, black. A woman's, I'd say.
Not much of a romantic spot is it.
Drug deal?
Ah! Easier places to score than here.
He doesn't look like a user, but the tox report will tell us something.
So he comes up here, alone with a woman...
She just lures him up here for sex, but it's a trap, it gets messy...
No, there'd be more of a struggle.
And he wasn't robbed.
So what else you got Mister?
The Green Dragon Casino.
Well. Well. Well.
_
Lily-Anne Lau.
Long time.
Harry Clayton.
Business or pleasure?
Business it is then.
Did you know Dean Adams?
No. Who is he?
He turned up dead in Soho, with one of your chips in his pocket.
He never visited your casino?
If he did, I wasn't aware.
We have so many clients.
Don't we, Harry?
So none of your employees would say you talked to him,
maybe gave him the VIP treatment?
Ask them.
Is it just gonna be the two of you questioning me?
It's just...
I have other friends here who I'd love to catch up with.
Sir.
What?
Isn't this nice? Just like old times.
Still dragging her down with you?
But if we were to find people who said that you did know.
- Mr. Adams... - You won't.
Or found evidence,
physical evidence
that placed you at the crime scene...
Like a strand of your hair.
Well, then, everything that you've said today,
recorded here
on tape,
that would start to unwind, wouldn't it?
Would look bad for you in court.
Physical evidence?
- Really? - Mm-Mm.
Harry.
Ooh. Something's up.
Interview suspended, twelve thirty-two.
You need to let her go.
What?
We don't have it.
The hair,
the evidence,
it's been lost between here and the crime scene.
Lost? What? Ho, how?
I don't know, but right now we have nothing else to hold her.
How does a piece of evidence
go missing? My whole line of questioning
- is based on that bloody hair... - I know!
Look she's laughing at us, Harry. Get rid of her.
Then come and find me.
Is this the bit where you let me go and apologise for wasting my time?
This officer will escort you back
to the custody suite where you'll be asked to sign a release form.
Very good.
Don't be a stranger, Harry.
Harry.
Just Harry.
Are you sure it's Lily-Anne?
Well, it's gonna be hard to make it stick now the hair's gone.
But, she did it alright. I know her.
Evidence doesn't simply 'go missing'.
The only way it could have disappeared is if she got
- someone to get rid of it. - Someone?
Someone who?
You heard what she said in that interview.
She's got 'friends' here.
In this department.
I think one of our officers is bent.
We carry on as normal.
You continue to investigate the murder, I'll dig around here.
Who do you trust? Without question?
Suri.
So brief her.
No-one else.
Okay.
Sorry to interrupt.
Sir, we just got the police records for Sam Browning.
The guy who owns the building where we found the body.
Twenty-seven years old, multiple arrests for
prostitution, various drug and alcohol related offences.
Not your, not your typical homeowner?
Apparently left the property by one of his sugar daddies.
Thanks.
Where were you last night?
Err, I was in Soho as it goes.
Doing?
Just out with a mate, nothing special.
And you can get this mate to corroborate, you know?
Yeah. Yeah of course. Why? Sir?
I'm asking everyone, Steve. Just a bit of procedure.
Okay.
- Thanks. - No problem.
Go find Sam Browning, Harry.
So, what did she say, exactly?
Something about punishing the guilty.
You just let her walk away.
What else was I supposed to do? Arrest her? For what?
So now, she's...
Yeah.
She's out there, somewhere.
What about Daisy or Anna?
She won't hurt them.
Not after what happened to her own daughters.
I hope so!
So it's me.
In her eye's I'm the guilty one!
Yeah?
Yeah, hello. It's Steve Orwell.
I was here last night.
Can you buzz me up? Yeah.
What happened?
What happened? Where did,
where did they go? Alan and Tom.
There's no one here.
Yeah, I see that. Where, where have they gone?
This place been empty for three months.
No, no no.
I, I, came here last night.
To see, Alan Philips and Tom Lynch. Right here.
Ed, I want you to bring anything your SOCOs turn up straight to me.
No one else.
Yes, Detective Superintendent.
What else?
We've collected some fiber samples by the door,
we don't know if they belong to the murderer yet.
It's not easy with this mess...
I can see.
- Try anyway. - Sir.
And the murder weapon?
It was found wrapped in a police glove.
Dumped for later retrieval, I'd imagine.
Looks like it's been wiped clean.
Maybe we'll find something at the lab.
The number you have dialed is not in service.
Police. You out. You two go.
Not you.
- Sam Browning! - How d'you find me?
This is the fifth place I've looked and I am getting angry!
- Why are you hiding Sam? - What do you want?
Is this something to do with Lily-Anne Lau, huh?
- No! No, I'm just... I'm detoxing. - Like bollocks you are.
I've got a dead body in a property that you own.
- I didn't do it, I swear. - Then who did?
Why do you think I'm stuck in this shit hole?
Was it Lily-Anne Lau?
Right. Well let's go and talk to her. She's not a cop. Huh!
No, don't, she'll kill me!
Oh, she's a pussy-cat.
She cut his throat!
I was there! I saw it!
Why?
'Cos she wanted the property, of course.
It's yours, not his.
Yeah but he was gonna buy it, wasn't he?
And?
About three months ago, Lily-Anne started getting all chummy.
I didn't get it, but I didn't ask why either, so now I'm in
her casino, chucking chips around, she's like - have fun, don't worry -
before I know it, I'm like fifty grand down.
And she wants it back.
So she says, give me the property and I'll wipe the slate clean.
For fifty grand? Bollocks! That place is worth-
Loads more. Yeah.
And she, she scares me, man.
So I just thought - get rid of it, get her off my case.
And I meet this guy Dean.
At her Casino.
He did something in property, say's he'll buy the place off me
for two and a half.
Million.
Lily-Anne didn't like that.
So she killed him to stop him buying your place.
And to make me sign it over to her.
She made me do it right then, with him
gasping and spluttering on the floor.
He was dying, lying there, looking at me and she just
shoved a pen in my hand and...
I'm the only bloody witness, aren't I?
I signed it and then, when she was checking it, I pegged it.
Dead man walking, that's me.
Not with me, you're not.
You don't understand...
It's alright. You'll be safe with me at the station.
I hate you.
My best friend.
Do you remember how we used to be?
Sharing everything.
Sisters almost.
You loved me so much you gave me
the most incredible gift.
You kissed me on the cheek and then you...
sealed it around my wrist.
And now I have nothing.
Since you took Harry from me.
You had to make sure I had nothing didn't you?
We are in the bowels of my building.
If you're lucky,
the caretaker might find you in time.
Or he might hear you struggling to break free.
Or he might be out all day.
It's all down to luck.
You live by it.
You die by it.
The shooter fired - thirty rounds, the kid didn't stand a chance.
How are you still standing...
- You want to go home? - No.
No.
Any news on the missing hair?
I checked a list of officers who visited the evidence room yesterday.
I think that's where the hair was stolen.
Steve Orwell's name was there.
That doesn't mean he did it!
There's no reason for him to go there.
Come on, he was demoted
for this sort of thing.
And he has a history with Lily-Anne,
she was his informant.
Now it looks like she's turned him.
Well, let's talk to him.
He's disappeared.
No explanation.
Hasn't answered his phone.
Vanished.
- Anna. - Hi.
Now that's a surprise.
I had a blazing row with Harry.
Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.
Well he told me to stay away from you.
So here I am.
Oh, you might need a drink?
I just poured myself one.
Oh. What a beautiful place.
Thank you.
Hum!
Must have taken you ages to get it just right.
How long have you been here?
Cheers.
How's Jonny?
Oh, he's fine. So...? How long?
Oh well...
a few months, I suppose.
Straight after Guatemala then.
I've got this friend.
He works in Border Control.
And I was asking him about you.
- Really? - Hum!
Anyway he did some digging for me.
And erm, well here's you
fresh from the flight,
and there,
on your wrist
is that bracelet!
The one you said was a present from Harry.
Harry says it gives him luck.
And it curses him too.
Are you gonna say the same?
Yes.
My daughter believes in it too, that bracelet.
But then she's thirteen.
So I was,
just wondering whether you might like to tell me,
what is really going on?
Cos you seem
perfect!
Perfect?!
Gosh.
My daughters would have been around Daisy's age.
Course they're perfectly dead.
Perfect.
What is perfect,
Anna?
Harry still tries to think that his life,
can be perfectly normal.
Bless him.
Still clings on to that hope.
Five bullets.
Five chambers.
Now you can tell yourself that this
is a magician's trick.
And you can ignore everything that your delectable husband
has been trying to tell you.
And you can tell yourself that I am
perfectly mad,
- a gambler, just like him. - Please don't.
But
Anna.
Dear Anna.
Never, ever, ever
call me perfect.
If this bracelet won't let me go, I don't see
why you should get away so easily.
I haven't forgiven you
but
you're my only witness.
I'm gonna drag you with me, this life you gave me...
Make me a promise.
Promise me,
when I die,
you'll destroy this bracelet.
Don't hurt someone else the way you've hurt me.
Yes?
Yes.
Harry thinks it's finished.
He'll see.
I wasn't sure if you'd come.
I didn't do it.
I wouldn't have told you I was here if I had.
I couldn't look you in the eye.
That's exactly what you'd say if you had.
Oh Jesus!
Why'd you bring me here then?
Well I knew if I called, you'd be less likely to answer.
I'm being set up.
I swear when I said I was in Soho?
I was.
The only reason I didn't say more was because,
because I was there for a job interview.
So I go to see these guys, okay?
They're talking about this big security firm they have.
They know all about me.
I go back the next day to corroborate my story,
and they've disappeared.
So you have no alibi for the night of the murder.
Then I noticed my key card has been stolen.
I mean, you have that, you swipe that.
I'm... anywhere you want me to be.
I see that that's missing, I hear that Lily-Anne is involved -
and I know I'm being framed.
And yeah I know, I shouldn't have run,
I know how that looks.
But Winter will arrest me on the spot.
He's got no choice.
Harry.
I know what I've done to you and I...
I'm sorry. Maybe they should have
put me away, not just demoted me.
But I've tried to make amends. I've been trying all year.
I'm not bent!
I didn't do this!
Okay.
So where do we start?
Let's get a list of all the officers who were at the murder scene.
See if they've any links to Lily-Anne,
oh and find out
who else was in the evidence room that day.
I'm on it.
So why are you trusting Steve?
After everything he's done to you.
Well.
Maybe everyone deserves a second chance.
No matter what they've done.
Let's just keep out of Winter's way, right?
Where have you been?
Trying to find out who killed Sam Browning.
Bullshit.
Where's Orwell? Don't lie to me, Harry.
I just wanna know who the mole is in our department.
Where was Orwell when the first murder happened?
And where was Orwell when Sam got shot?
Because he wasn't here.
I was there, Alistair.
Sir. You call me Sir, and you answer my bloody question!
He didn't do it.
You know I could have you arrested.
And Suri. For obstructing this investigation.
- Oh Jesus! - I trusted you!
I told no one else.
You are the one person in this whole department
and you spit this back in my face.
You're chasing the wrong man.
Where. Is. Orwell?
- Why don't you trust me now? - You went behind my back!
This is what Lily-Anne Lau has done.
Don't you see that?
She's put someone in amongst us
and now we're all fighting against each other.
It isn't Orwell. So stop wasting my time.
Don't you dare...
Harry!
You get back in here right now!
Sorry about him.
But I'm not in a very good mood today.
I knew you couldn't keep away.
Is this about the tables, the cards,
or me?
Oh, this is all about you.
You see I know what happened.
How you coerced Sam into signing over the property...
killed a man in front of him to scare the wits out of him.
I'm talking to you!
Get my car.
I'm bored.
See the thing is, I don't remember any coercion.
Sorry.
Oh, come on, Harry,
you're not really here about that silly boy, are you?
I was there, when he died.
I heard.
You'd already got what you wanted. You didn't have to kill him.
Okay.
On the plus side,
I am going to turn Sam's place into a bar.
You should come along, Harry.
Have a complimentary drink
and think about how you can never,
ever beat me.
It doesn't matter if you don't bet anymore, Harry.
The house never loses.
I've got a list of everyone who was at the crime scene
and the evidence room, like you asked.
Don't go up. Winter's gone mad.
He's interviewing everyone, one by one.
Right. Thanks.
I can't believe one of our guys would steal evidence.
I just don't believe a cop would do that.
Neither can I.
This list isn't complete.
Yes it is.
Every detective who worked at the crime scene and the evidence room.
Hum, every detective.
What about the SOCOS?
Hello, Inspector.
Oh, bloody hell, Ed! How many times have I told you to call me Harry?
Sorry. I'm a bit old-fashioned. Harry.
What brings you down here?
Have you heard about Steve Orwell?
I'd heard a rumour...
is it true?
He seemed like such a nice fella.
They always do.
The one thing I can't work out is
how he was able to hide the murder weapon.
He would have needed to be one of the first officers on site.
Otherwise it would have been
photographed and logged,
- right? - Yeah, that's right.
My guess is that Orwell must have slipped the knife away
when no one was looking. Easily done.
You know we're all so busy, no one's really watching
what anyone else is doing. Am I right?
I suppose so, yeah.
Then he realises that
he can't hide Lily-Anne's hair because
it's already been spotted. So,
he waits until it gets in here into the evidence room,
pops in and steals it.
The only mistake he made though was,
he used his own key card.
It has him logged as
entering here at err...
Got it. Eleven-forty-seven.
Eleven-forty-seven.
That's odd.
I was sure he was with me...
but if it says it here, it must be right.
So when did you get in?
Huh?
I mean, you must have been in here all the time,
as the Scene of Crime Manager.
Yeah. I was. Of course.
But you're not logged in.
Anywhere.
At all.
He says he wasn't here. His key card says he was.
You say you were, but your key card says not.
Now that's a funny thing, isn't it?
You're a clever man, Ed.
I'm sure you don't have Orwell's key card on you anymore.
And the CCTV in the corridors might not categorically prove that
you were the only person who could have stolen the evidence. But,
I know.
We both know.
Don't we?
Harry.
I'm so sorry.
I've never gambled. Not once.
I'm a simple person, you know?
Do things, do them properly.
But my daughter is not the same.
She says I'm so dull.
Maybe I'm the reason she started. I don't know.
Either way, she bet and she lost.
She bet and lost again and again until she was in real trouble.
And that's when they turned up on my door, with her next to them,
begging and sobbing.
Just a few favours. Nothing big.
Just show them some paperwork, tell them things every now and then.
I thought that would be it. But of course it wasn't.
Once I'd started,
they had me good and proper.
I'm so ashamed.
I should have told you, but I was scared for her,
of what they would do.
They told you to lose evidence of Lily-Anne's hair?
And then take Orwell's key card
and use it to frame him.
I just saw Orwell's jacket on the chair and...
Oh God.
Having betrayed this department...
will you testify to this in court?
Yes.
But I don't think it will be enough.
She'll deny it.
And I can't prove anything I've said.
Not unless you get her to say it on tape.
Do you think McCarthy's strong enough for this?
He wants to make amends as best he can,
so I think it's a good plan, Sir.
Okay.
Harry.
I got it wrong.
About Orwell.
Well you,
you made a call
based on what you knew.
But so did you.
You helped him.
You worked together without me.
To stop me.
You should have explained yourself.
Helped me see your thinking.
Trusted me.
Go on,
go get her.
Right. Let's get going.
Ok, Ed. We're all set.
Right. Yeah.
In you go. We're listening.
Any sign of trouble, we'll be there in seconds.
Yes. Yes, you said yeah.
I'm err, here to see Miss Lau.
It's err, Ed McCarthy.
Thank you.
Ed.
What a surprise.
Yes.
I wanted to tell you it was all done.
Well, whatever that is,
you had a number to call.
There was no need to come see me in person.
We're finished now, right?
My debts are paid?
For my daughter.
I did what you asked.
All of it.
Come on, Ed, say it.
Spell it out, say it, come on.
I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.
My daughter's debts.
And the things you've made me do.
Me?
Really?
Yes. You.
You told me to steal and destroy evidence...
I think you have a fever
and it's making you delirious.
See I'm curious
as to why you're here.
I spy with my little eye...
Please. Please...
You have to understand.
I had no choice!
Do you hear me? Please! Please!
Please!
- Car. Now! - Don't let them hurt me.
Lily-Anne.
Ed McCarthy. The SOCO guy.
I don't know what he's told the police,
but it's the last thing he'll ever say.
Kill him!
Yes?
Lily-Anne Lau, I'm arresting you for conspiracy to murder.
You know, you really should be careful whose phone you're using
when you arrange a murder.
Let's go!
Did the swap work?
Yeah. Worked a charm.
- Feel good? - Yeah.
You wouldn't get that feeling working at a security firm.
Probably get a shed-load more holiday, though.
We need you here. I need you.
Forget the transfer and the other jobs. Stay. Please?
Okay.
I'm not sure about this.
A room full of cops?
Like you've got a better offer?
There's gonna be loads of arm wrestling and tit jokes, isn't there?
Yeah, that's just the women.
Come on, it'll be fun.
And what about... you know,
your women?
I haven't heard a thing.
You know, I keep waiting,
expecting I'm gonna turn round and there she is.
With an axe?
Or a machine gun or...
Maybe she's just gone.
Yeah. Finally realised you're not worth mooning about?
Good girl.
Yeah.
Hello, pretty boy, couple of Bushmills.
Wow. You're celebrating?
Too right.
Hi Steve...
To success!
Right.
I got your calling card.
That's why you're sleeping with Winter?
To gain access to our case files?
It's what the bracelets are for, Harry.
You're a psychopath.
Could we be any luckier?
This carries on, we're gonna win Clean Up Rate of the Year award.
Eve, I need you to track the location of a phone.
Give me 24 hours.
You have got 5 minutes.
I know why you killed him.
Show yourself! I know you're here!
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