There was a moment when I thought
we could be perfect
and then I saw you kill a man without hesitation.
It's over!
I'm being set up.
Where was Orwell?
And you answer my bloody question!
You're chasing the wrong man.
You just let her walk away.
She is out there.
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.
We need you here. I need you.
Stay! Please!
Okay.
Here's you,
on your wrist is that bracelet!
Now you can tell yourself that this is a magician's trick.
You know I keep waiting,
expecting I'm gonna turn round and there she is.
You're lucky tonight.
I'm always lucky!
You said you weren't coming back.
Thought you'd gone and found God,
like the rest of the losers.
Well.
I'm back.
Let's see you play.
I could beat you with three cards.
No changes.
Blind.
Ten grand says not.
Twenty.
Come on.
Who'll have twenty grand on that?
Live a little.
Yeah, okay, I'm in.
That's it... Thought that was a, a dead cert.
What am I gonna do now?
Shit!
You're late, Harvey.
Take it easy. Calm down.
You're not the one standing with four hundred K on them.
No, I am the one bringing the smack into the country.
So, if I can keep my shit together, so can you.
Mr. Harvey.
Who are you?
You don't know me, but I know you.
The police suspect you of killing four people,
but the heroin you distributed has taken the lives of many more.
Therefore your life is forfeit.
Damn.
You, I don't know...
But I'm gonna guess that you deserve a bullet too.
Go on, give us your best shot.
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S02E08 The Fallen Angel.
Morning.
Hey.
You're up early.
I always am.
Found the coffee.
I had a great time last night.
Do you err... Do you fancy getting some breakfast?
I'll be five minutes.
Drug deal went sour? So, they shot each other?
Can't imagine there was anyone else here with them.
We don't know that.
Maybe a rival gang took 'em out.
You think? The drugs and money are still there.
Right, yeah, of course.
Come on, Sherlock.
I'm now retrieving a snub nosed
nine millimetre bullet from the cranium
of our as yet unidentified John Doe.
Which would be consistent with the short recoil
semi-automatic pistol found at the scene.
I previously extracted a forty five
from the neck of Andrew Harvey,
which belonged to the single action revolver.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
That we caught a break?
One of the biggest heroin dealers in London
and we're nowhere close to shutting him down.
Then somebody else does the job for us.
Ralph, so you think Andrew Harvey was killed
with the single-action revolver?
Almost certainly.
Can I err...
Whose prints are on the revolver?
Ah, that's just in.
Andrew Harvey.
Oh?
So, the semi-automatic belonged to John Doe?
They didn't shoot each other.
They shot themselves.
What are the chances?
I got your calling card.
You're such a narcissist.
Do you think everything is about you?
We need to talk. Face to face.
I'm not hiding.
Use your bracelet, walk into any bar at random,
and I'm sure you'll be lucky.
Just tell me where you are.
You're not above the law.
Of course I am.
And you should be grateful that I'm finishing the work
your little team are failing to.
That's why you're sleeping with Winter?
To gain access to our case files?
You care who I have sex with now.
Leave our cases alone.
It's what the bracelets are for, Harry.
You're a psychopath.
- Those files are confidential. - Michelle Stephens.
Died from an overdose at sixteen.
And you have failed to catch the dealer.
We are preparing a case!
Matthew Hamilton.
You just can't prove anything, can you?
Look at him.
Laughing. Showing off.
- Don't. - Hmm!
Do you know how many people are unlucky enough
to die from choking each year?
The statistics are shocking.
I'm warning you.
What?
Are you going to arrest me?
On what charge?
You can punish all the guilty people in the world,
it won't bring your daughters back.
Oh my God.
Someone help.
Come on!
Thanks, mate!
I thought I was a goner!
Go home.
We haven't eaten yet.
Go home. Now.
- Come on, Carole. - Carolina.
Whatever.
People I owe to now, they're serious people,
people you don't want to mess with.
I, I don't know how the debt got so bad.
Seventy-seven and a half grand?
Where am I gonna find that?
So, I tell, I tell myself the only way I'm gonna make that money back
is to gamble, which is insane, I know, but then,
then this perfect bet comes up.
Like, dream odds
and I lose more.
You!
You did this to me!
Wait! Bill. Bill.
Stay away from me.
I can help you.
You gonna give me my twenty grand back?
That's not the answer.
It wouldn't matter if you did.
I owe money, like really big money.
I can help you.
Have you got seventy-seven and a half grand?
What am I gonna do?
You're not alone.
You know, call me, call any one of these guys.
We're your first line of defence.
What if you're in too deep?
Give me your mobile number.
Come on, I'm gonna give you mine. Bill, trust me, give it to me!
Hello... I'm sorry did we have an arrangement?
Am I looking after Daisy?
No.
Where's Rich?
I asked him to give us some space.
Is this an intervention?
I don't want to stop you gambling.
Pick one.
Sorry, no win. What did you get?
Twenty thousand pounds.
- Again. Do it. - No.
Thirty thousand.
So, it's true?
Everything you told me about that bracelet is true.
How does it work? It's impossible.
It's two thousand years old.
If there was an instruction manual, it's long gone.
It's not a charm, Anna.
It's a curse!
Why?
Because for every bit of good luck that happens to me,
someone close to me gets hurt.
And it really can't come off?
Only when I die.
I'm sorry I doubted you.
So, what happens now?
Morning, Harry.
I hope you've had your breakfast.
Jesus.
Don't feel too sorry for him, have a look at this.
Who was he? Was he on our radar?
Ralph's sighing a lot. Rarely indicates an early ID.
Did you hear about Matthew Hamilton?
Slipped on an olive.
Could we be any luckier?
This carries on, we're gonna win Clean Up Rate of the Year award
without lifting a finger.
You burnt a man?
What kind of sick bastard are you?
Well, I have no idea what you're talking about,
but you have my full attention.
You're seriously trying to tell me you weren't responsible for this?
That's exactly what I just told you.
Excellent, Harry.
So, is this a competition?
Shall we see who can bring this killer to justice first?
Isabella?
Shit!
Right, Ralph. What do we know?
Err, John Doe, male,
his nose piercing survived the petrol tank going up,
but that's about all that did.
ID?
DNA extraction at these temperatures is fiddly.
I've just got a new bit of new kit,
a Phenol Chloroform Extractor, could be just the ticket.
I've been wanting to give it a whirl.
How long to get a result?
Err... About two or three weeks.
Not fast enough, Ralph.
It's Clayton, I want you to run a plate through the PNC.
So... any plans this weekend?
Depends how long this goes on.
Harry's taking me for dinner tonight.
Sorry Ralph, you're not gonna get to use your new toy.
Our barbecued friend is Damien Richards.
Loan shark, arrests for assault and suspected murder.
Let's find out who might have owed him money.
- Hey. - Hello.
I'm almost done here,
do you mind waiting here for a moment?
Of course not.
Okay.
Sir. Sorry to interrupt.
This is one of my officers, Steve Orwell.
- Hello. - Isabella Augustine.
My err, girlfriend, can I say that?
I think you just did.
Nice to meet you. Sir, we've had some luck.
Err, Ralph's managed to pull some prints off the passenger door
of Damien Richard's car.
The man who left them is now our number one suspect.
- Are they known to us? - Uh-huh.
Alright err, stick it on the board and let Harry know.
So, I just have to run upstairs and see the Commander.
Make yourself comfortable.
Steve?
We got some prints off the burnt-out car.
We're looking for a Bill Martin.
No address yet but we're working on it.
I've just sent you his photo.
Oh Jesus, Bill. What have you done?
Nice one, Steve.
Eve.
I need you to track the location of a phone.
Don't you have that little doe-eyed sergeant to run around after you?
Isabella has access to MIS records,
I can't risk her getting to this guy before me.
What makes you think I can get the address?
Because you're beautiful and resourceful
and hate Isabella more than I do.
Give me twenty-four hours.
You've got five minutes.
Sorry about that.
Don't worry.
I actually just had a call from a friend,
she's in a mess.
I think I really need to give her some moral support.
Is it okay if we meet later?
Sure. Of course, no problem.
I'll call you when I'm done. Yeah?
I'll see you later.
Harry, you're in luck. I've got your man.
His GPS shows him in a warehouse in White City.
Thanks.
Rich, this is not a great time...
Your mate Suri's here.
She said you promised to take her out for dinner.
I've been held up at work.
Brilliant.
Can you take her to dinner? I made a reservation at Trinity Square.
Oh. You want to me to take her out for you?!
I'll join you later.
You're a police officer?
Did you owe Damien Richards, seventy seven and a half thousand pounds?
Bill.
Bill!
Stop, this is stupid!
Bill.
I know why you killed him.
It's time to stop running.
Bill.
Don't!
You stay away! I've gotta, I've gotta to do this.
I was scared, my DNA was all over that car,
you couldn't understand.
Why?
Because you've messed things up so badly you can't put them right?
He was gonna kill me! It was self-defence.
Listen to me, Bill. I lost my wife,
my daughter, my home.
What's gonna happen to my family if I go to prison?
If I die, at least they get the insurance.
That's no consolation, Bill, for any of them.
Take my hand.
Okay.
Harry!
That's it.
Sorry, I'll switch it off.
It's fine, take it.
Yes.
You will go down for this.
I will see that you spend the rest of your natural life
rotting in a cell.
I know it feels unfair now, because you liked him,
but you'll see that everything will turn out the way it's meant to.
He didn't deserve to die!
I'll call you later.
Is she okay?
Bless her, she will be fine.
This is the CCTV footage. Camera's everywhere.
Destroy it!
You can't do this.
I have no choice.
No, you can't do this.
You're a police officer. It would be the end of you.
Then what happens? She kills again, and again.
The law can't touch her, I'm the only person who can.
I'll do it.
It's my responsibility.
No. It's my responsibility. I created her.
- I put the bracelet on her wrist. - Yes.
But you put this one on mine.
Please.
I'll have the paella, please.
Me too.
Cheer up, probably made a lucky escape.
He's a disaster to date.
What?
To be honest, you probably shouldn't be dating your boss, should you?
Particularly not one who's still in love with his ex.
Date Harry? Are you kidding me?
We're just mates.
Right.
I'm not dating anyone at work, again.
Trust me and if I was, it wouldn't be Harry Clayton.
What's that supposed to mean?
What's wrong with my brother?
If it was down to you. I'd still be in jail!
Sir. The paella's gonna be another twenty minutes, is that alright?
Brilliant.
What are you doing here? Did Harry send you?
Whatever you do,
however you try to get his attention,
Harry's never going to love you.
Rich, morning. Sorry about last night.
Rise and shine.
Oh, Holy shit!
Morning...
Morning!
Can I ask you what your intentions are towards my brother?
Only, he's a delicate flower, I wouldn't like to see him get hurt.
I'm not going to date your brother, that would be too weird.
Is he single though?
What do you care if you're not going to date him?
I don't.
Is he though?
The victim's the same guy who left his prints on Damien Richards' car.
He kills Damien Richards, someone kills him.
It's not a pretty sight.
Bill Martin kills his loan shark,
then he's killed.
So, what do we think?
Revenge?
Damien Richards' brother's got form.
Sergeant!
We have started.
I've been onto Bill Martin's mobile phone provider.
Sir, perhaps I should talk to you about this in private.
About his phone records?
No, tell me now.
The last number he called is registered
to an Isabella Augustine, Villa Mansions, West London.
What is it about? Is something the matter?
Do you know a man named Bill Martin?
No.
Well, he called your mobile yesterday.
I don't think so.
Did you have your phone on you all day?
I did,
and I certainly didn't speak to anyone named Bill.
It's just according to his service provider, there was a call
between his mobile and yours for approximately two minutes.
And what does it matter that he called me?
Bill Martin was murdered yesterday.
Would you mind if we had a look around?
No. No. Go ahead.
We won't get the DNA results for a while,
but it's a match for.
Bill Martin's blood type.
A search of the area surrounding Isabella Augustine's apartment block,
produced this in a commercial bin down the street.
The blood is also a match for Bill Martin's blood type.
Well, erm... obviously I need to recuse myself from...
this situation.
Harry, will you lead?
I'm afraid I need to recuse myself as well.
What do you mean? Why?
I only just realised when I
saw her photo, but I know Isabella.
Only by her first name.
How do you know her?!
We both go to the same organisation that... helps us deal with
our gambling issues.
It protects its members anonymity.
That's why I didn't recognise her surname.
Isabella is in Gamblers' Anonymous?
The victim was a member too.
Did they know each other?
I've seen them at the same meetings.
Alistair, I'm sorry.
I feel like I hardly know her.
Do you think she...
did it? Do you think she could be the murderer?
Everyone's capable of murder.
First law of our job.
How can you subject me to this?
You don't get it, do you?
This is the kindest way I could deal with you.
It's mercy.
Something you showed none of your victims.
I don't want that mercy.
No, what I'm saying is, stop shutting me out.
- I hardly do that. - It's all you do.
About Daisy, about your marriage
I mean, it's like suddenly I don't have clearance.
Well, to be honest, my family doesn't have anything to do with you.
Oh God.
Alright, Jonny. Erm... is Anna there?
Anna, it's Harry!
Actually, I'm here to see Daisy.
- Yeah. - Thanks.
A C minus? I don't believe it.
I'm never letting you help me do my homework again.
I'm getting a remark. History's my special subject.
It's alright, Jonny's helped me do my GCSE chemistry.
Got me an A.
Well, that's because Jonny's just finished doing his GCSE's himself.
Does that happen a lot?
- What do you want me to do? - I don't know.
I really don't know.
I did something terrible today.
I planted evidence on someone,
they're guilty, but
no police officer would ever be able to prove it.
Isabella.
Well, what do you expect?
You told me to keep away from her, so, of course I went to see her.
She convinced me that the bracelet was real.
She could've killed you.
She's unbalanced.
Yeah, I gathered that.
I'm fine,
it's you I'm worried about.
I feel like I've crossed a line.
So,
what's new?
I am the victim of false evidence, implicating me in a crime
of which I am entirely innocent.
I have provided proof for all my exact movements
through the last twenty-four hours, including an extended period of time
in the company of your detective superintendent.
DSI Winter has recused himself
from this investigation.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
So, let's continue.
Ralph,
how sure are you Bill Martin's watch
broke during the attack?
Well, it's impossible to be a hundred percent, but it's very common
damage from a defensive move.
Why is this relevant?
Because if Bill Martin's watch got smashed while he was being murdered,
then how did he call Isabella Augustine thirty minutes later?
Sir...
Look, if this is about the Isabella Augustine case,
I can't hear about it.
You should see this.
This is a forensic time line of Bill Martin's death
and this is a time line of Isabella Augustine's movements.
How sure are you of this time of death?
So far, we've have a stopped watch.
Well, that's not good enough, not nearly good enough.
But I went through
the CCTV on the street where the murder weapon was found.
Do you think that's the murder weapon?
It could be.
This is the same motorcyclist leaving Isabella's apartment.
This is the same woman, we saw driving away from the warehouse
where Bill Martin's body was found.
Why would this woman want to frame Isabella?
Her name is Eve Alexandri.
I know her from Gamblers' Anonymous. I...
I tried to help her get some clean time,
but the draw of the casinos was too great for her.
She couldn't forgive me for getting clean.
I didn't realise it for a long time, but she has psychotic episodes.
She believed that I had an ability to
control where the roulette ball would land.
It's ridiculous, I know.
She threatened to destroy my life if I didn't share my 'powers' with her.
Get me the custody sergeant.
I should go.
I don't want Daisy to find us here.
I think she'd be pleased.
Yeah.
But I don't want to get her hopes up,
until we sort out what we want.
What do you want?
I've never made any secret of that.
It's still early, you know.
I could take you out for dinner.
Alright.
Thanks.
Look, I'm really sorry about what happened.
Oh, don't worry about it.
You were all just doing your job.
I'll let you know as soon as they've apprehended Alexandri.
Good.
Shall we have dinner?
I'd love that.
There's one or two errands I need to run though.
Lunch tomorrow?
I'd like that.
Me too.
- See you. - See ya'.
Harry, it's me.
I'm off duty, Suri.
I need to talk to you about Eve Alexandri.
I think she framed Isabella Augustine
for the murder of Bill Martin.
Have you told this to anyone else?
Winter. He just released Isabella.
What?!
Do you think Eve Alexandri
killed Bill Martin?
Oh shit!
Harry?
Slow down, Harry!
I'm trying, the brakes!
- You okay? - Jesus, what happened?
Stay in the car. Whatever happens.
Do not get out of the car.
What's going on?
Harry?
Show yourself!
I know you're here!
Harry, what the hell are you doing?
Stay in the car!
Oh no.
Harry? Harry? Come on, Harry.
Harry! Come on!
No... he's dead.
Harry Clayton was electrocuted last night.
Oh. What a terrible way to die.
There was a car tailing us that night.
And I'm pretty sure I know who was in it.
But I'm officially done being kept in the dark.
Give me a printout of all the cases Harry Clayton
investigated over the last three months.
I didn't want to kill Harry.
But he made it impossible for me not to.
You're alone now.
For good.
Sir, what the hell is going on?
Watch your tone, Suri. Remember who's in charge here.
Where is the bracelet?
I did something stupid...
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