(CAR HORNS BLARE)
I don't know how long I'm going to be. There's been an incident.
Traffic's backed up across the bridge.
(POLICE SIREN)
Clear the road.
Shout when you see him.
' Help me! " Go away!
- What are you doing? - Please help me! Give me the phone!
- Jesus Christ! Go away! - Give me the phone now! Come on!
- Please! - Go away! Go! Go!
Over here!
They're coming! They're coming!
- OFFICER: There he is. - They're coming! They're coming!
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Right, that's far enough.
Don't shoot! Stop!
(MAN SCREAMS)
Someone beat him, doused him in petrol.
The spark from the taser ignited the vapor.
So the poor guy gets loose only for one of our lads to blow him up.
NURSE: 500ml of normal saline to run over six hours.
Five minutes.
Hello.
I'm Detective Inspector Clayton, this is Detective Sergeant Chohan.
What's your name, son?
Dear God, look at him.
This will be the glass they picked out of him.
Smacked with a bottle while they were beating him, maybe?
I don't think so.
This is plate glass.
I'd say he went through a window.
- (MONITOR BEEPS FASTER) - Easy, easy, easy, son.
- (RAPID BREATHING) - Easy, you're safe now.
Who were you running from?
Golding...
(BEEPING STOPS)
It's awful. Mum keeps being nice and Nikhal wants to take us to the zoo.
- Nikhal? - That's what I have to call him now.
That's my friend, Kerry.
- Hello, Kerry. - Dad!
(CHUCKLES) Go on then.
Suri, any joy with legal?
SURI: Yes. The postmortem showed he was attacked before he was tasered.
Good.
Following up on the glass fragments, I've spoken
to a glazier who was called out to fix a broken window
in a derelict house near Albert Bridge.
They were worried about a broken window. The place is a bloody wreck.
Ideal for a beating, though. No one will ever hear you scream.
- Can I help you? - (DOG BARKS)
- Zack McGinnis? - What of it?
Aggravated burglary.
Seven years, Whitecross Prison. Do you remember me?
Well, I got rehabilitated. I was out in four.
- And now you're a security guard? - I've repurposed my skills.
Open up.
Does the firm know you've got a record?
They got me straight from the Whitecross Outreach Program.
Sent me on a course. Gave me a uniform.
HARRY: And the twitchy nervous dog?
She's a rescue. I've got a pair. I found this broken this morning.
So I called the glaziers to fix it.
Broken in or out?
Looks like someone went through it.
- (BARKS) - ZACK: Gina!
Gina, come on! Wait!
- I'll go with him. - I'll check outside.
Rats.
She smells rats, she's away.
All I can smell is petrol. What's up there?
I don't know. No one goes up there.
They do now. Move.
No one comes up here?
This has got nothing to do with me.
- I'm gonna go and call my boss. - HARRY: Oi!
I'll make any calls. Come back.
Give that dog a bone.
Any luck with the prints?
They've cut the fingers off to take to the lab.
They reckon they've had results from worse. Is that him?
Yeah, last use of the card three hours before the tasering.
SURI: If we've traced the card, why do we need the prints?
Because it isn't his card. Watch this.
That's a bit OTT for a cash-point mugging.
Ha! It's a boutique bank in Mayfair
and the charge card has a cash limit of£10,000.
The card belongs to a Miss Indira Kamal. She's a student.
SURI: Fancy place for student digs.
HARRY: You should've seen mine.
(VIDEO GAME BEEPS)
Hello.
INDIRA: What's this about?
We recovered a charge card in your name. Were you aware of losing one?
Um... I don't think so.
Maybe. I don't keep track.
HARRY: Suri.
SURI: Do you recognize this man?
(SPANISH ACCENT) His name is Anton Burgstrom. He's from Sweden.
- Who are you, sir? - Joachin Agosto.
Are you a student too?
Si. We all are.
I'm sorry to tell you, but Anton is dead.
H OW?
SURI: We're still working on that.
Does Anton have any relatives in London?
Not that I know.
Well, where did he study? Live?
Perhaps you didn't know him quite as well as you thought.
- That was weird. - Yeah.
She finds out Anton's stealing from her, doesn't blink.
Is this a ransom gone wrong?
No, the kidnapper wouldn't torture his asset.
You do that for punishment or revenge.
Print section's got a match from one of the fingers.
So our dead Swedish boy has a history of fraud and petty theft
and his name wasn't Anton, it was Tony.
Tony from Dalston.
You can't start an action without making an official complaint.
You know the rules as well as anyone.
Rules can be bent.
I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.
I can't go running to the authorities. I am the authority.
Clayton's a loose cannon. Don't you have enough on him by now?
He's also an effective officer with the luck of the devil.
You can't dislodge him that easily.
I sometimes wonder if you might be happier in a different line of work.
Don't waste your time wondering; it isn't your call.
I might surprise you.
Surprise me with one of these.
Find a way to get rid of him. And keep my name out of it.
HARRY: Tony from Dalston. It doesn't quite have the Playboy ring to it.
- (WHISTLES) - Expensive tastes, though. Bloody hell!
Well, you've got to give him credit for aiming high.
The guy that nicked my VISA went to Nando's.
He's got fake student IDs for every high-end college in town.
He's been Anton, Antoine, Anton,
Anton... Adonis?
So he mixes with the rich foreign students by posing as one of them.
He's been Italian, Latvian, Swedish and American.
Whatever suits the con.
Well, let's seal the flat and seize the contents.
Oh yeah, anything on the laptop?
(CLEARS THROAT) No, password protected.
Nice watch.
It's got an inscription.
To Sasha.
SURI: That'll be useful.
- IT guy had this for you. - Thanks.
Um, so...
What led Harry to set his sights on the deputy mayor?
Whatever you can tell me, it doesn't have to go any further.
There's this one retired officer who used to work with Frierson.
Jim Stepton?
It all seemed to take off after Harry bumped into him.
There you go. What's that?
- A password cracker. - Oh, right.
The brute-force algorithm on this one runs eight million guesses a second,
so this shouldn't take too long.
Right, anything useful?
He made files on each of his targets.
Indira Kamal. Date of birth, place of birth, mother's maiden name.
All the questions they ask you in bank security.
Play the video.
(HARRY CHUCKLES)
Well, Indira and... Joachin.
Hidden camera.
Tony filmed the women he robbed.
In flagrante, the dirty dog. I'm in the wrong job.
It's blackmail, Harry.
Think about the backgrounds some of these girls come from.
Traditional values.
Any hint of this gets out and they're on the next plane back home.
Have a look for anyone called Sasha.
SURI: Harry, that's supposed to be in Evidence.
Yeah, with an inscription on the back. "To Sasha, in friendship."
From Golding?
Look, there it is there, see?
Sasha.
(SIGHS)
Oh, my God.
It's Joachin, they're a team.
Right, so Joachin seduces the girls, Tony nips in and plunders the fortune.
If the girls are anything like Indira, they're inexperienced, unsupervised.
Yeah, and they're a long way from home.
Do we think one of the other girls may be angry enough to have ordered a hit?
I wouldn't rule it out.
SURI: Who's Golding, Harry?
I really don't know.
Come on. First we hear it from the guy in the hospital this morning,
then it turns up on the back of the watch,
and each time his name is mentioned,
I can practically hear your mind working the angles.
I think it's a cover name for a seriously dangerous career criminal
operating a lot of different fronts.
So why am I having to prise this out of you?
Because I don't have one solid fact that I can share with you.
Hello.
Do you remember lndira's birthday from her file?
- It's never that easy. - It's what I would try.
(DOOR UNLOCKS)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
- That never happens for me. - HARRY: Indira?
Miss Kamal?
Suri! They've gone down the fire escape!
(TIRES SCREECH)
I'd have got you one in, but...
Not at this hour.
We don't all have the luxury of early retirement.
Your message said that you wanted to pick my brains
about the Marston brothers.
Yeah. Not strictly true.
Then what?
Karl Frierson.
Harry Clayton came to see you, didn't he?
We bumped into each other.
Harry pulled up an old case.
The murder of Maria Alexandri. I saw that he requested the files.
That case was reassigned to you and Karl Frierson.
Was that what he wanted to talk about?
- I need to get on. - (KEYS RATTLE)
Harry has his faults.
Um... Believe me, he has many.
But he has a nose for these things.
Sometimes...
...it's not the job, but everything else that compromises you.
Makes you...
...vulnerable.
And then people like Frierson either become your friend
or your enemy.
What did he make you do?
Harry was right.
There was a suspect.
The Alexandri Case could have been solved.
(KEYS RATTLE)
We've got two Dalston boys conning money out of rich foreign students.
- Joachin... - Jeff Hadley, also known as Jed.
Two juvenile convictions for twocking with Tony as codefendant.
HARRY: Jed romances the kids,
Tony strips the assets, with a sex tape as insurance against repercussions.
Then we come to Sasha.
SURI: Sasha Terekhova of St Petersburg.
Tony gathers the details, but what he should have picked up on
is her father owns the biggest adult cable network in Eastern Europe.
And that's the respectable end of the business.
Well, how's this for a theory?
The boys pick Sasha Terekhova as a mark, but she's no pushover.
The Terekhova family have a London connection and that's Golding.
They lift Tony. They torture him to give up Jed.
Tony escapes.
Golding's men are probably out on the hunt for Jed right now.
With Indira caught in the middle.
All the more reason to proceed with care.
You can stop pretending.
Go ahead and cry if you want to. I know what Anton meant to you.
Maybe later.
What's going on?
I don't understand.
We ran from the police. You didn't even wait to find out what happened.
I lost a dear friend to an accident.
What do the details matter?
They don't send detectives out for an accident.
Anton and I... we may have annoyed some bad people.
I need to get far away from London.
You should probably get far away from me.
I'm not leaving you.
Just be honest with me.
I can survive. Probably.
Even though I still can't access my trust fund.
Since my father... You know, the big argument.
I have all the money we need.
We could go abroad.
- Monaco, Monte Carlo. - Wherever you say.
Somewhere warm.
With a casino.
SURI: So this is Sasha's London residence?
HARRY: Yep.
- How are we going to play this? - Cagily. So don't rock the boat.
You asked for a meeting with Miss Terekhova.
- And you are? - I'm a friend of her father's.
He's asked me to look after her while she's in London.
- Will we have a problem? - Not from me.
Alexandra Terekhova.
I prefer Sasha. You're the policeman?
DI Clayton.
Do you recognize this?
I have one like it.
If we found it in a dead boy's flat.
He and his mate made a practice of befriending rich young women
and... defrauding them.
Would you know anything about that?
I don't have any friends. My parents expect me to study.
Well, these boys target students. The further away from home, the better.
Look around, Mr Clayton. Do I seem... vulnerable to you?
- Where are you a student? - The Courtauld Institute.
I study fine art
Is this a questioning under caution, Detective Clayton,
or are we just... having a chat?
You're well up on the law, Miss Terekhova.
- Sasha. - If you've been deceived, Sasha,
your parents don't need to know.
But we are investigating a murder.
So you're asking for my help to punish these thieves?
I think one fatal punishment is more than enough.
Well, good luck with your version of justice, Detective.
Can I have my watch now?
Yeah, can you confirm it's yours?
Who is... Golding?
Perhaps I've got the wrong Sasha.
Well, perhaps you do.
Will you give me a call, if you have... an epiphany?
Sure.
- (TEXT ALERT) - I'd say we've been stonewalled.
It's a text from Anna.
We should have let our own people handle this.
The point was not to put yourself at risk.
(SCOFFS)
Please, Miss Terekhova. We value your father's friendship.
I won't deny that our man botched the job, and he'll suffer for that.
Now allow us to set this right.
You had your chance.
- Papa can deal with the policeman. - You see, that's what I mean.
Forgive me, Sasha, but you're a long way from home.
You shove a British policeman under a bus and there are consequences.
Especially if that man is Harry Clayton.
You let me take care of it.
- I've only got a few minutes. - What's so urgent? Is it Daisy?
No, no, she's fine.
Listen, you know the Outreach Program
means I've been spending a lot of time at Whitecross?
I was aware of that.
Well, it turns out you were right about the Kevin Grey suicide.
Does the name Golding mean anything to you?
- Why? - I got it from one of the inmates.
I asked him how Grey died and he said it was Golding.
He was really scared, Harry.
- Stop right there. - I think I'm onto something.
I need to get these people to trust me.
This is incredibly dangerous, Anna.
- It's not dangerous... - Walk away from this now.
Harry, I'm not just doing this for you.
I understand that, but just because you're seeing Governor Julian...
I'm not seeing Governor Julian... Oh, my God.
- I don't have time for your jealousy. - No, it's nothing to do with that.
Listen to me. It's not that... Listen, Anna, you don't understand.
I understand perfectly well. You asked me to help and I helped.
(SIGHS)
Someone's just tried to access Indira Kamal's account.
They're in a hotel.
OK, let's get to them before they get kicked out.
Right.
SURI: So are you going to tell me what's going on?
Golding's name came up again. We're close, I can feel it.
He's playing too many tables, stepping on too may cracks.
- I can't work like this. - Like what?
Listen to yourself.
When you're not keeping secrets, you're talking in riddles.
It's gambler's logic, Harry.
Runs of luck and winning streaks?
- It's all in your mind. - No, it isn't. He's out there.
That's why we need to formulate a proper plan to catch him,
not just chase down every hunch you get and hope for the best.
A man like this doesn't play by any hard and fast rules.
(TIRES SCREECH / SURI SCREAMS)
SURI: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
No! What are you doing?
Oh, my God!
- Harry! - MAN: Oh, shit!
- HARRY: It's alright. - (PANTS)
- You alright, mate? - Yeah, yeah.
- Sorry. It's all under control, OK? - Yeah.
HARRY: Thanks.
What the hell was that? Why did you let go of the wheel?
- The brakes locked, it was the only... - That's bullshit!
You just totally relinquished control of the vehicle.
Well, I panicked. I'm sorry.
You knew what you were doing! You stopped me from grabbing the wheel!
You could have flipped us over.
- So you just left it all to chance? - Alright, just...
I'm driving.
Hello, Paul.
So, you're my escort for the evening, are you?
Your housekeeper wasn't even a little bit shocked.
(LAUGHS)
- Your mum was so lovely. - As was yours.
So... It's been a while.
- I've um... been in hiding. - It's a good thing too.
You rather upset people when you gave the bracelet to the detective.
Which people specifically, Paul?
Who's Golding?
Maybe it's me.
No, we've known each other since we were children.
You can stop pretending. I know you're afraid.
Don't protect him.
Paul?
Golding wants the bracelet.
He's going to try and kill Harry, force me to give it to him.
Harry's strong now.
Paul, you know what the bracelet can do. If you help us, we can take him down.
Our room keys don't work. Sod it out.
- Which room is it? - The presidential suite.
I'm sorry, sir, the lady's card has been declined.
Try it again.
Do you have another means of payment?
(LAUGHS) Look, do you know who her father is?
We could buy this entire hotel and have you fired.
That would work too.
Anton had my other card.
Look, let us into the room. We can call the bank and sort it out.
(SIGHS) Call someone.
- Who? - Any of your friends.
- We need cash. - I can't just ask my friends for money.
Fine. We'll stand here then. (COCKNEY ACCENT) Make the call!
- Is Joachin even your name? - Call me what you like.
We need travelling cash or you're looking at a dead man.
- No, no, no, you don't. - Let go of her, Jed.
Don't end up like Tony, son.
Who set the dogs on us? Was it Sasha?
- You tell us. - That bitch said she knew someone.
She wasn't kidding.
- Excuse me, what's going on? - Police. Stay where you are.
- Hey, Suri! Suri! - INDIRA: Let go of me!
- (SURI MUMBLES) - HARRY: Hey!
Come on.
Jed, Jed. I thought you were supposed to be a charmer.
You're just a thug who hits women.
I can do a lot worse if you push me.
You're already in a hole.
Stop digging-
Suri?
Suri! Suri! Suri!
Suri. You! Stay right where you are!
Fuck off. We're in love.
- HARRY: Suri. Suri. - INDIRA: Let go of me!
Hey! Hey! Suri!
HARRY: I really think you should go to hospital.
SURI: No, I'm fine.
- No, no. - Get on the bed.
- No, no, no. - Come on.
It's fine, it's fine.
- You need to sleep. - I just need five minutes.
Yeah, yeah. Other foot.
Come on.
(SIGHS)
(WHISPERS) Kaleem, it's Jed.
Ah, I was wondering when I was gonna get a call.
It's all gone a bit Long Good Friday for you, hasn't it?
I need a couple of fast passports.
You're shit out of luck, son.
My passport guy is on indefinite leave.
Well, then find another.
Name your price. Two passports and a safe way to France.
Train, boat, plane, anything.
How can you pay?'?
Got me a meal ticket. Her dad's a five-times billionaire,
Indian steel magnate or some such. The point is,
she's good for it.
100.
What, pounds?
Thousand.
For two bits of paper and a Channel hop?
What happened to "name your price"? Take it or leave it.
Yeah, OK.
I'll be in touch.
- Can I help you, sir? - No, I'm fine, thanks.
It's late, so I'll get to the point.
Harry Clayton.
Your friend and mine.
Well, everyone wants to see him taken down.
But no one seems to be able to lay a glove on him.
Try telling that to my boss.
Seems to think I can work miracles.
Frankly, I don't think your boss has the stomach to do what it takes.
The question is, do you?
Well, that depends.
What, on what's in it for you?
On where it begins and ends.
I'm looking for an honest man with honest ambitions.
But look, Detective Superintendent Winter
has put the job on your shoulders. Why do you think that is?
- I'm sure you're about to tell me. - Hmm.
He's a careful man.
He's thinking of the inquiry when Clayton finally implodes.
Someone must be seen to have failed, and it isn't going to be him.
I'd like to see a better man in that job.
Kaleem. Remind me?
Mr Collins, you might remember me. We have a mutual friend.
- What's it about? - You're looking for someone.
He needs my help to get some rich girl out of the country.
I told him 100 grand.
100 grand for two passports? Well, I like your style.
(KALEEM LAUGHS) Well...
I tell you what, Kaleem. You text me his number and I'll take it from there.
And if Harry Clayton comes sniffing around, you tell him nothing.
- You understand? - My lips are sealed, Mr Collins.
I thank you.
And my employer thanks you.
Though I doubt very much Jed will want to thank you.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
So when your mother was murdered,
Frierson was the officer running the investigation.
He sat there and held my hand.
Told me he would do everything humanly possible to find her killer.
He did everything possible to shut it down. He succeeded.
I was so new to the department, I had no idea what he was doing.
Well, he had a rotten head. No wonder he needed another.
It was his kidney, but... yeah.
I so nearly got him on that.
The downside is that he now knows that I'm onto him.
He couldn't be Golding, could he, hiding in plain sight?
You could say the same thing about Paul Lermentov.
Or any amount of others.
That's why you have to be careful.
The bracelet may give you protection.
But no one is invincible.
It's done a pretty good job so far.
He can't resist it.
Look, he's meeting you more than halfway.
Just give him a chance, OK?
I asked for popcorn, but they only had pretzels.
- Pretzels are fine. - Are we having fun?
Dais?
Course we are. A day in the park. What's not to like?
- This park. - (PHONE RINGS)
Oh... I should probably get this.
You go ahead. Come on, Daisy. Let's go find the ducks.
Harry, what are you doing? It's Saturday morning.
- Are you at the zoo? - No.
I'm only asking.
- I just wanted to check Daisy was OK. - Look, I...
We had a long talk and I explained.
I've been working closely with Nikhal and she shouldn't read
too much into the friendship.
What, and did she buy that?
So what do you reckon? Do ducks like pretzels?
Does anyone?
I'm not your enemy, Daisy.
Can't we just get along?
Was that so hard?
(ANNA SIGHS)
What's going on?
Feed the lawyer. Tuppence a bag.
Don't mind if I do.
Thanks, love.
Here.
I really think you need to go and see a doctor.
I'm fine.
Suri, you've had a serious blow to the head.
Thanks, love.
You should take some time out.
(PHONE RINGS)
- DI Clayton. - I wasn't entirely honest with you.
Miss Terekhova.
I want to make a statement. Can we meet?
- Come to the station. - Not an official one.
Why am I not surprised?
Meet me at the marina.
OK, I'll meet you there.
- Where are we going? - You're not going anywhere.
You need to rest.
Here. Eat up.
I'll call you later, OK?
- Kaleem says it's berth number 54. - No. No more.
- (SCREAMS) - It's too late for that.
- I'll pay you to let me go! - Yeah, with what?
I still have money.
You're the only reason I can't get to it.
We'll discuss it on the way over. Here we go, 54.
Wow.
This is more like it.
Hello?
Right, come on.
How far can you get without a crew?
Stop, go, forward, back. How hard can it be?
(SCOFFS)
(PHONE RINGS)
Kaleem, you have surpassed yourself. How do I start this thing?
COLLINS: This isn't Kaleem, but it's nice to be appreciated.
Who are you?
You really don't need to know.
You see a towel? Lift it.
(INDIRA GASPS)
What's going on?
You deal with the detective and you're on your way to France.
What detective?
Miss Terekhova?
Sasha?
I knew I was being set up. What about you?
Shut up.
- Where's Indira? - Here.
You OK?
So what's the deal, Jed? You shoot me for them and all is forgiven?
Sounds fair to me.
It's not so easy to shoot someone with a handgun, Jed.
Despite what you see in the films.
But go ahead. Take your best shot.
Stop talking.
Maybe I'll get lucky. Maybe you will.
But I should tell you, when I get lucky,
someone always loses out.
(INDIRA SCREAMS)
Again.
Last chance.
Now send Indira down and let's talk about Golding.
- No! - (SCREAMS)
Come on.
Come on!
- (ENGINE STARTS) - Yes.
HARRY: I've got you. We're good.
Oh, come on...
Forgive me.
You've sewed your purpose, Jed.
I'm afraid that I lied about it doing any good though.
(JED GRUNTS)
(BOTH COUGH AND SPLUTTER)
You OK?
(TIRES SCREECH)
Hello, lover.
(KNIFE MECHANISM CLICKS)
SURI: Harry, uniform have found Jed's body in the derelict house.
Zack McGinnis.
They killed the guard as well.
It's an execution staged as suicide.
It's Golding.
He's covering his tracks.