Babs?
Yeah, alright, fine. This is my last bet.
Let's make it a hundred quid a second. Nice knowing you too, Seamus.
What have I missed?
- You sure you're with us now? - Yes.
Female, IC1, fatal gunshot wound.
Any witnesses?
The neighbor heard the shot but was too scared to investigate.
But she remembers a boyfriend coming round earlier in the night,
loud music and furniture banging just before.
Domestic gone horribly wrong?
Most likely, except the weapon is very unusual.
In what way?
It's an antique flintlock pistol.
My guess is it's Napoleonic, very rare.
Excuse me.
What's the matter?
It's my brother's girlfriend.
Is that weapon from Rich's shop, Harry?
I'm gonna find him.
Rich.
- You guys here already? - Yeah.
- Look, I didn't do anything, Harry. - I know.
Listen to me. This is really important.
You need to tell me exactly what happened.
Some guy came round for dinner.
Um, Duncan... Duncan Ortiz.
He'd been in contact with Babs.
He said he'd got something he wanted to show her.
She was really excited.
Some Tang Dynasty dragon or something.
Then what?
Then I woke up and I was holding the flintlock and...
- "Babs was dead. - It's alright.
You tell them just what you told me, word for word.
It's gonna be OK.
So how did Harry react?
- It was his brother's girlfriend, so... - Mm.
Yes, it's gonna be difficult for him.
How about you?
Sir?
Well, Orwell's gonna run it,
but I'd still like you to be the second on this.
Oh.
But I understand if you feel too close to it,
because of your... your connection with Harry.
No, it's OK. I'll do it.
You'll be OK. I'll see you in a few hours.
Thanks.
I'll take it from here, Harry.
- Harry. - Come here.
OK.
I'll get a few details and we'll get you a strong coffee, yeah?
So, Orwell's working it?
With DS Chohan.
- I'm glad it's someone I can trust. - WINTER: So am I.
Harry, I'm afraid you're just gonna have to let them get on with it.
Right.
Do let them get on with it, Harry.
We found this in Miss Haleton's bedside drawer.
- What is it? - ORWELL: GHB.
Liquid ecstasy. It has your fingerprints all over it.
Can you explain that?
No.
Carry on, Mr Clayton. What happened next?
You were drinking and then...?
I remember the doorbell ringing.
Barbara went and answered it.
- It must have been Ortiz. - What did he look like?
- Tall. - Tall? That's it?
That's all I remember.
I remember he and Babs talking about Tang era stuff.
And then they... they looked in a book together and...
And you definitely don't remember arguing with Miss Haleton?
No. We didn't argue.
Well, you're maintaining that you didn't shoot Miss Haleton,
so why run away from the scene as if you did?
I was pa... panicked. I... I was terrified.
I went to find my brother.
The pistol is a flintlock antique from your shop, isn't it?
Yes.
How did it get to Miss Haleton's apartment
if you didn't bring it with you?
I don't know.
It should have been in my lockup.
I rotate the stock if it isn't selling
and the flintlocks had been sitting on the shelf for months.
They come as a pair.
Go to the lockup. They must have been stolen.
You'll find fingerprints or... or... or something.
Is that the ballistics report on Rich?
You've read it already, haven't you?
(SIGHS) Harry.
The gunpowder residue found on Rich was clustered around his right hand.
I know how to read a ballistics report
Rich is left-handed.
Someone must have put the gun in his hand and forced him to fire it.
Or maybe he used both hands and his right hand took most of the residue.
That's unlikely.
Being anywhere near this will compromise your brother's case.
You won't help him. You'll hurt him.
He's left-handed, and the gunpowder residue,
there's so much more than what appeared on his hand.
You're gonna keep going round and round with this.
- HARRY: Suri, please. - Chohan.
Give me some room, Harry, please.
- Harry bothering you? - No.
Think I don't know he's monitoring every detail of this?
- It's his brother. - Suri, you're a smart detective.
You don't need Harry Clayton doing your thinking for you.
Now, look at this.
This is the first time CCTV captures Richard Clayton,
about five minutes from Haleton's flat.
Just give it a second.
- He changed direction. - No.
This is ten minutes later.
SURI: He went back for his jacket.
Not so panicked after all, huh?
- It's not good, Harry. - I can see that.
- What about the ballistics report? - Wouldn't convince a jury.
Suri's right. Any gunpowder residue is enough.
He needs something to back up his story,
something conclusive to prove that this other person was there.
Well, I don't think that finding this other person is top of Orwell's agenda.
Well, do you blame him?
Would you believe Rich if he wasn't your brother?
That's not helping.
It's how they're thinking, Harry. It's how the evidence is making them think.
Oh, God almighty.
I'm sorry.
How's he coping?
He's not.
I'd better get back. Ta.
JOSIE: What's Rich meant to have done?
SURI: We can't tell you that.
This is where the Napoleonic guns are.
They haven't been checked out.
Do you know if Rich had any ammunition for these guns?
What?
I don't know.
- You knew the guns weren't here. - SURI: Steve.
This is from the London Museum of Chinese History.
Haleton was a consultant there.
Well, there's your motive.
He stole this, she found out, he stopped her from telling anyone.
JOSIE: You think Rich shot Babs?
No. Suri, Rich would never do anything like that.
ORWELL: The question is just when to introduce this.
- And his testimony. - What's that?
I think you should follow Winter's advice and leave us to it, Harry.
It's a Ming Dynasty vase, stolen from the Museum of Chinese History,
recovered from Rich's lockup.
This is bollocks.
- Suri, can I have five minutes? - We're busy.
Don't be a bigger arsehole than you already are.
- Suri? - Five minutes.
- He's being set up. - Why?
I don't know.
Please. What about this guy Ortiz?
There's only one Duncan Ortiz in the UK.
He lives in Sunderland, he's 84 years old
and he's just had hip surgery.
Whoever's doing this to him wouldn't use their real name anyway.
I have to look at the facts.
There's no forensic evidence anyone else was in that flat or handled that gun.
You know Rich. You've spent time with him.
He's not even a thief, never mind a murderer.
Rich isn't gonna murder someone over a friggin' vase.
Yes, I did go back, but to get my coat.
My phone was in my coat. I needed to call Harry.
ORWELL: So you calmly went back into the scene of the crime
to retrieve a phone, and even then you don't call the police?
My brother is the police.
WOMAN: No, don't! Stop!
Help, please!
- (GROANS) - Miss. Miss.
Someone... Someone knocked me down. He stole my phone.
Can you describe him?
(MUMBLES)
Sorry, I think I, um... I hit my... my head quite hard
when I...
Oh, shit.
I feel really stupid doing that to you.
No worries.
SURI: Mr Clayton, we've got your prints on the murder weapon
that came from your shop,
ballistic evidence of you firing the gun,
GHB in your bloodstream,
CCTV evidence of you returning calmly to the scene...
I wasn't calm. I wasn't in my right mind. Surely you can see that.
...a Ming era antiquity stolen from Miss Haleton's work in your lockup,
none of which you can explain.
I didn't kill her, Suri.
SURI: It's not enough for you to say it, Mr Clayton.
You've given us nothing to make us believe you.
You have to believe me.
No, I don't, Mr Clayton.
I don't know what happened with you and Barbara Haleton last night.
Nor do I know what went through your mind
the moments before you pulled that trigger.
Whether the GHB you'd both taken had pushed you into an altered state
or if it had just enhanced the feelings of hatred you had for her already.
No, no, no, that's not true. I... I loved her.
But the ballistic evidence tells me you did pull that trigger
and I don't think you're even denying that, are you?
- I don't know what happened. - ORWELL: Listen.
An early confession will help, Rich.
It will significantly affect the back end of your sentence.
Gonna give you some time to think about it.
You were excellent in there.
He's gonna crack by tonight.
Harry.
- Check page 89 for prints. - Will do.
Alright, come on, then.
After you, darling.
We've actually just managed to place a former inmate
at a two-Michelin star restaurant.
- Hm. - Not bad for a works canteen, eh?
Oh, there's something I should tell you.
I had an ulterior motive for agreeing to be a mentor here.
Well, I was rather hoping you'd say that.
I'm serious.
- Kevin Grey. - I need to know what happened to him.
And? What have you found out?
Another prisoner gave me a name.
And the name they gave you was Golding, yes?
I've heard that name too. I'm not stupid, Anna.
You don't usher in one of the best bloody lawyers into your prison
when they've just lost a client in there
without expecting they will ask some questions.
You know how proud I am of the work we're doing here.
But Whitecross is still Whitecross.
There are serious problems here,
just like in every other prison in the country.
You can't expect me just to let it rest.
Of course not. I just don't want you to feel that you're alone in this.
I want to find out who Golding is just as much as you do.
(SIGHS) Great. That's great.
- Thank you. - Good.
So, what's Daisy up to this evening?
She's at a sleepover.
So why don't you come over?
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello?
OK, I'll have a look. Thanks.
HARRY: I know who's behind all this.
Charles Collins.
Golding. What can you tell me about him?
Who?
My brother is going to jail for a murder he had nothing to do with.
Give me something on Collins.
I know you don't wanna see my brother hurt
I don't know who you mean, honestly.
(PHONE RINGS)
COLLINS: Hello, Kaleem.
- Clayton knows your name. - How do you know that?
He just stopped me in the street.
And you thought the best course of action
would be to call my private number directly afterwards?
No, no, no, he's gone. This line is completely secure.
Goodbye, Kaleem.
Shit.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hold on.
Won't be a minute.
Harry, I think they're gonna charge me.
- Do you recognize this man? - Sir, you can't talk to him.
- That's him. - Who?
Ortiz. That's Duncan Ortiz.
OK, hang in there. I'm gonna get you out.
- Everyone says I should confess. - Don't. You're innocent.
- Sir, please. - What the hell is going on here?
- Pete, get him in there. - Harry.
It's alright. Say nothing, alright?
- Suri... - How can you do this?
I have found the man that did this to Rich and Babs.
I just needed Rich to confirm it. He has. This is him.
- SURI: What are you talking about? - Look at him. Don't you recognize him?
This is the guy that was working for Sasha Terekhova at the yacht, remember?
Charles Collins. He's ex-military, ex-MI6.
He now runs a private security firm. He killed Babs and framed Rich.
How'd you figure this out?
Did Rich in the interview mention anything
about looking at an art book when Ortiz was at Babe's flat?
Yeah, of course he did.
Charles Collins's print's on page 89.
It's got a picture of a jade dragon on it.
He's in the system, ABH ten years ago, suspended sentence.
And where'd you find this book?
At the crime scene.
Suri, he's my brother. I've no choice but to do everything I can...
No, you do have a choice. You're just too far gone to make it.
I don't care! It's him, I know it. It's the truth.
The truth? Jesus, Harry, you haven't told me the truth for months now.
Everything you do these days breaks down any procedure I'm supposed to work by.
Rich is innocent!
Look at the amount of evidence against him.
Charles Collins is capable of arranging all that.
CPS have approved our case. Rich is gonna be charged in the morning.
What?
You would have charged him too if you were still the cop I started with.
Well, we all change.
- (BEEPING) - Excuse me, sir.
- Excuse me. - Police. Out of the way.
- Sir, sir, sir! - Police. Look. Look!
Oh, I'm sorry.
We've got some interesting solutions for you.
Well, I bloody hope so.
The minister of state is absolutely losing her mind.
Mr Collins. Mr Undersecretary. Lovely to meet you.
I'm finding it a bit sad that you're farming work out to mercenaries.
- Charles. - Oh, um...
Combat zone protective security. That's it, eh?
I'm so sorry, David. Could you give us just a moment?
Yes, of course. I'll see you in the conference.
Five minutes, honestly. Robert
Well, well, well.
This is a step up from guarding oligarch brats, isn't it, Mr Collins?
- Or is it Golding? I'm confused. - There's no need to follow me around.
- Make an appointment. - I tend not to make appointments.
- It ruins the surprise. - What's the surprise?
Barbara Haleton's murder.
See, I believe someones already been charged with that, haven't they?
- How would you know that? - Information is how I make my living.
So the killing, that's just a hobby, is it?
Why are you here, Harry?
I have proof that places you at the scene of Miss Haleton's murder.
- I'm gonna bring you in for it. - Really?
Why haven't you done it already?
Is it because you're a rogue police officer with no remit on this
and if you arrest me, your superior will almost certainly suspend you?
- Or have I got that wrong? - It's just a matter of time.
Well, how much time?
You see, your brother's already in Whitecross Prison
and I believe that can be a very dangerous place indeed.
I know who you are.
I know what you really want.
My brother has nothing to do with this. Leave him out of it.
We should talk, but not here.
Where, then?
After my meeting with the undersecretary, let's meet at the Dome,
just you and I.
Say seven tonight at the Dome?
It's a date.
What's this?
Something I should have given you a while ago. It's about Harry.
WINTER: So Harry wins two maximums in a row at Lau's casino.
SURI: Yes.
What are the odds on that?
1,225 to one.
- WINTER: So it's fixed. - He says it wasn't.
And all this on the night Lau died.
Harry was there.
(SIGHS)
What are you gonna do, sir?
Nothing yet, but it does prove what I've suspected all along.
Harry's connected to Lau's criminal network.
I mean, this is clearly some son of payoff.
But if we are going to arrest Harry,
we're gonna need something more concrete.
Something that shows how deep Harry goes into all this.
LILY-ANNE: I know what Kaleem looks like.
- Him? - That's right.
Why?
Loose lips sink ships.
And Kaleem's lips are very loose indeed.
But...
Do you like him?
Huh!
I'm afraid there's not much room in our business for sentiment, Lily-Anne.
Kaleem has to go, and we need you to prove your loyalty
by taking care of this yourself.
You wanted a seat at the big boys' table and we made that happen.
I'll say this much for your father, God rest his soul.
He had balls.
The future's arrived, Lily-Anne.
Either you're a pan of it or you're not.
Sir, London is under siege
and I know who's behind it.
A man called Golding.
And who's he?
It's a pseudonym used by Charles Collins.
He's an ex-soldier, ex-spook,
and he is now running London as the ultimate black op.
Why are you telling me this now?
Because Collins, Golding, whatever you wanna call him,
framed my brother for murder.
- And why would he do that? - Because he knows I'm after him.
And he wanted leverage over me.
No, I don't follow.
Anything could happen to Rich inside Whitecross,
the same as it did to Kevin Grey, and I'm not there to protect him.
Ah, so you're here to ask me to get your brother released.
My brother is innocent.
I am here to ask you for a little time
so I can put a case together against Collins.
Your brother's already been charged. If I'm gonna...
lam telling you, this man is responsible
for everything that is going wrong in our city
and we can take him down, together.
He wants me to meet him later. Cover me with a surveillance team.
Listen to our conversations with parabolics. I can get him to talk.
I can't be involved in this.
Why? Because of Frierson?
Sir, Frierson is connected.
He's on the board of Collins's company. They're not even hiding it.
Karl Frierson is pressurizing you to stop a crime wave that he's involved in.
This is an impossible situation, Harry.
If you want your brother to be released, then I need evidence,
and that evidence cannot come from you.
Right. Right. So help me convince Suri.
She can find it. She just needs pointing in the right direction.
I don't rate your chances of convincing DS Chohan to do anything.
However, despite all that, I'm gonna discreetly look into Charles Collins.
Thank you. Thank you.
But I don't think you're gonna be around long enough to see it through.
Eve, I know who Golding is. I'm going to meet him at the Dome.
(PHONE RINGS)
- Hello? - RICH: Harry?
Rich?
I've been told to tell you that there's a change of plans.
What?
Collins will meet you on the other side of the river.
Where?
Royal Docks. You can take the cable car.
- OK. Don't worry. - Don't do it.
Rich, I'm OK.
Rich? Rich?
(PHONE RINGS)
- Eve. - I got your message.
Yeah, change of plan. I'm going to Royal Docks.
And you're just gonna meet him? This is what he wants.
He's going to try and kill you.
- I have no choice. - You're walking right into his trap.
He's got my brother.
You can't count on the bracelet to protect you. It doesn't work like that.
Fish in a barrel.
Eve.
No.
Come on.
Move. Hey. Oi, oi, oi!
Hey, get down, get down, get down!
(GROANS)
(RINGING TONE)
MAN: Hello?
- Mr Linton? - Yes.
It's Detective Superintendent Winter.
What can I do for you?
I'm emailing you a photo I'd like Dr Marghai to look at.
I can arrange that. May I ask why?
I'd like to know if he can identify this man
as the person who forced him to operate on Luke Bangura.
Get the murder charge down to manslaughter?
I'd be very happy to let the court know
how much the police appreciate his... cooperation and assistance.
OK, send it over.
- Will do. Goodbye. - OK, bye.
Charlie? What time is it?
- I'm not gonna hurt you. - Where's Charlie?
But you need to do exactly what I say.
(PHONE RINGS)
- Hello? - Detective Superintendent Winter?
Speaking.
I have some information about Detective Clayton you might find interesting.
- Is that loaded? - No.
But this is.
Proper little armory you've got upstairs.
- Where's Freya? - She's fine. She's just a bit tied up.
Are those the overalls you wore when you killed Babs?
I bet they are. I bet those are her bloodstains.
And I bet that somewhere in those fibers, along with plenty of your DNA,
is the discharged gunpowder from when you put the pistol
in my drugged brother's wrong hand,
put his finger round the trigger and pulled.
Where's Eve?
You can't hurt her, you know.
She's the only person who can put the bracelet on you.
- No. - No?
I'm not who you think I am.
I'm merely a soldier following orders.
Really?
- I'm not Golding. - Who gave you the orders?
They were stupid. They should have known I'd be protected.
Pick up the bag. I'm taking you in.
There was a lad in my regiment.
We called him Danger Dave.
He was a mad little bastard from Derby, I think.
The only guy we had in Sangin
who could match the Afghans for sheer bloody guts.
Rocket fire, bullets, couldn't care less.
He was too brave if anything.
Time after time he'd pop up, he'd put his head where it shouldn't be,
and he always got away with it.
That's the thing about 19-year-olds, though, isn't it?
I mean, they think they're immortal.
And then, one day,
when things got really nasty, he got his head blown off.
Just like that.
So, for me...
"personally, the way I see it,
I don't care what kind of jewelry you've got.
Everyone's luck runs out in the end.
Right.
I just got off the phone with a magistrate.
Based on what you gave me earlier and an anonymous tipoff I've received,
we've got a ticket to search Harry's flat.
You coming with us?
Of course.
(WHISPERS) Alright.
Police! Nobody move!
Bedroom's clear.
Kitchen's clear.
Flat's clear, sir.
Alright, let's start the search.
What?!
(SIREN WAILS)
(GASPS)
Sir.