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You asked me for proof that Harry Clayton is crooked.

I have CCTV footage of him gambling at my casino

the night my father was killed.

What did he want?

A package for the boss.

What did you do with the money

you won at the Green Dragon casino?

I burnt it.

Why are we meeting here? I found an expert.

I see you've noticed the symbols. It's just like yours.

Look at the dragons.

It's definitely the same ming yun bracelet.

You shove a British policeman under a bus,

and there are consequences.

You let me take care of it.

I'll tell you what, Kaleem...

If Harry Clayton comes sniffing around, you tell him nothing.

My employer thanks you.

This is my mother's murder case file.

You were one of the detectives on it.

Can we put our hands together for the deputy-mayor, Karl Frierson?

I want you to come in for questioning.

It's in connection with the murder of Luke Bangura.

That's enough!

Sorry, Karl, there's been a misunderstanding.

He is rotten!

For the last 3 years, I've been tracking a man called Golding.

I'm certain... he ordered my mother's death.

The murder of Maria Alexandri...

Harry was right.

The Alexandri case could have been solved.

Babs?

Original air date: 2016, March 11 Sub by mielb

Yeah, alright. Fine.

This is my last bet. Let's make it 100 for the second.

Nice knowing you too, Seamus.

What have I missed?

- You're sure you're with us now? - Yes.

Female, IC1, fatal gunshot wound.

Any witnesses?

A neighbour 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 Richard's shop, Harry?

I'm gonna find him.

Rich?

Your guys are there already?

Yeah.

- 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.

Hum... Duncan...

Duncan Ortiz.

He'd been in... contact with Babs.

He said he 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 like...

- Babs was dead. - That's alright.

You tell them just what you told me, word for word.

It's gonna be OK.

So how did Harry react?

It's his brother's girlfriend, so...

This is 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.

And 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. - Right.

I'll take it from here, Harry.

- Harry, I... - Come here.

OK.

OK, a few details and...

we'll get you a strong coffee, yeah?

So, er...

Orwell's working it.

With D.S. Chohan.

I'm glad that's someone I can trust.

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?

GHB. Liquid ecstasy.

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 door bell... ringing.

Barbara went and answered 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 the Tang years stuff,

and then they... they looked in a book together.

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 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 in Miss Haleton's apartment,

if you didn't bring it with you?

I don't know.

It should have been in my lock-up.

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 lock-up.

They must have been stolen.

You... you'll find fingerprints... or... or something.

Is that the ballistics report on Rich?

You've read it already, haven't you?

Oh, Harry!

The gunpowder residue found on Rich was clustered mostly 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!

You know being anywhere near this will compromise your brother's case!

You won't help him. You'll hurt him.

Suri, he's left-handed. You understand the gunpowder residue

matters so much more than what was clearly in his hand.

You're gonna just keep going round like that?

Suri, please.

Chohan!

Give me some room, Harry, please!

- Harry's bothering you? - No.

You 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 5 minutes from Haleton's flat.

Just give it a second.

- He changed direction. - No.

This is 10 minutes later.

He went back for his jacket.

Not so panicked after all, eh?

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.

Yeah, well, I don't think that finding this other person

is top of Orwell's agenda.

What? 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.

Good god almighty!

I'm sorry.

How is he coping?

He's not.

I'd better get back. Ciao.

What's Rich meant to have done?

I 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!

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.

You think Rich shot Babs?

No. Suri, Rich would never do anything like that.

The question is just when we introduce this.

And his testimony.

What's that?

I think you should follow Winter's advice and leave this to us, Harry.

It's a Ming dynasty vase,

stolen from the Museum of Chinese History,

recovered from Rich's lock-up.

This is bollocks!

Suri, can I have 5 minutes, please? - We're busy!

Don't be a bigger arsehole than you're already are!

- Suri? - 5 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 is 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 spent time with him.

He's not even a thief, never mind a murderer!

Rich isn't gonna murder someone over a freaking vase!

Yes, I did go back... but to get my coat.

My phone was in my coat. I needed to call Harry!

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!

Ah! Let go! Go!

No! Please!

Miss! Miss!

Someone... Someone knocked me down! He stole my phone!

Could you describe him?

Yes.

That's right, I think I...

I hit my-my head... quite hard when I...

close... Oh shit!

I feel really stupid doing that to you.

No worries.

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 blood stream,

CCTV evidence of you returning CALMLY to the scene...

I wasn't that 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 lock-up.

None of which you can explain.

I didn't kill her, 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.

Or that the GHB you'd both taken

had pushed you into an altered state.

Or if it'd just enhanced the feelings of hatred you had for her already.

No, no, no. That's not true.

I... I loved her!

But ballistic evidence tells me you did pull that trigger

and I don't think you're even denying that,

- have you? - I don't know what happened!

Listen, an early confession will help, Rich.

It can 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.

After you, darling.

We've actually just managed to place a former inmate at a...

2 Michelin-star restaurant.

Not bad for a works canteen, eh?

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 you've 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 White Cross is still White Cross.

There are serious problems here,

just like in every other prison in the country.

But 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.

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?

Hello?

OK. I'll have a look. Thanks.

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I know who's behind all this.

Charles Collins.

Golding.

What can you tell me about them?

Who?

My brother is going to jail for a murder he has 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.

Hello Kaleem.

Clayton knows your name.

How do you know that?

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. Sir, this line is completely secure.

Goodbye Kaleem.

Shit!

Hold on.

I'll 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. Alright? I'm gonna get you out of here.

Everyone says I should confess.

- Don't confess. You're innocent. - Sir, please!

- Whatever you do... - What the hell...

is going on here? Pete, get him in there!

- Alright. - Say nothing, alright?

- Suri, we have to... - How could you do this?

I found the man who did this to Rich and Babs.

I just needed Rich to confirm it. He has.

This is him.

What are you talking about?

Look at him.

Do you recognize him?

This is the guy that was working for Sasha Terekhova,

the yacht, remember?

Charles Collins. He's ex-military, ex-MI6.

He now owns a private security firm.

He killed Babs and framed Rich.

How did you figure this out?

Did Rich, in the interview, mention

anything about looking at an... an art book

when Ortiz was at Babs' flat?

Yes, of course he did.

Charles Collins print's on page 89,

it's got a picture of a jade dragon on it.

He's in the system.

ABH, 10 years ago, suspended sentence.

And where did you find this book?

At the crime scene. Suri...

He's my brother. I've no choice but to do everything I can to...

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 on. - Rich is innocent!

Look at the amount of evidence against him!

Charles Collins is capable of arranging all that.

CPS have just approved our case.

Richard's 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.

Sir! Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

- Police! Out of the way! - Sir! Sir!

- Police! Look! Look! - Sorry.

I think we've got rather interesting solutions for you.

Well, I bloody hope so.

The Minister of State is absolutely losing her mind.

Mr Collins, Mr Under-Secretary, happy to meet you.

Personally, I'm finding it a bit sad

that you're farming work out to mercenaries.

Charles!

Oh, hum... Combat zone... protective security, that's it, eh?

I'm so sorry, David.

Could you give us just a moment?

Yes, of course, sir. I'll... see you in the Commons.

5 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.

You know there's no need to follow me around.

You could just make an appointment.

I tend not to make appointments. It sort of ruins the surprise.

- What's the surprise? - Barbara Haleton's murder.

See, I believe someone's already been charged with that, haven't they?

How would you know that?

Because information is how I make my living.

Oh, so the killing, that's just a hobby then?

Why are you here, Harry?

I have proof that places you at the scene of Ms 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.

But how much time?

See, your brother is already in White Cross 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 Under-Secretary,

let's meet at the Dome.

Just you and I.

Say, 7 tonight, at the Dome?

It's a date.

What's this?

Something I should have given you a while ago.

It's about Harry.

So Harry wins 2 maximums in a row at Lau's casino.

Yes.

What are the odds on that?

1225 to 1.

So it's fixed.

He says it wasn't.

And all this on the night Lau died.

Harry was there.

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

and it is clearly some sort 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.

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?

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.

Maybe you're a part 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 pseudo name used by Charles Collins.

He's an ex-soldier, ex-spook

and he's now running London as the ultimate black op.

Why you're 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... I don't follow.

Anything can happen to Rich inside White Cross prison,

the same as they 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'm here to ask you for a little time

so I can put a case together against Collins.

Your brother's already been charged, Harry,

- if I'm gonna get him... - Ask about Collins.

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 conversation 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' 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 can not come from you!

Right! Right.

So help me convince Suri.

She can find this. She just needs pointing in the right direction.

I don't rate your chances of convincing D.S. 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 gonna meet him at the Dome.

- Hello? - 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?

Eve.

I've 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, Harry.

It doesn't work like that.

(Like) fish in a barrel.

Eve!

Eve!

Come on!

Move! Please! Move! Move! Move!

- Get down! Down!

Ahhh!

-

- Hello? - Mr Linton?

Yes?

It's Detective Superintendent Winter.

What can I do for you?

I'm e-mailing 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 charged down to manslaughter.

I'll be very happy to let the court know

how much the police appreciate his...

cooperation and assistance.

OK. Send it over.

- Will do. Goodbye. - Bye.

Charlie?

Hum. What time is it?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Where's Charlie?

But you need to do exactly what I say.

-

Hello?

Detective Superintendent Winter?

Speaking.

I have some information about Detective Clayton

that you might find interesting.

Is that loaded?

No.

But this is.

Proper little armoury that 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 fibres, along with plenty of your DNA,

there's the discharge gunpowder from when you put the pistol

in my drugged brother's wrong hand,

put his finger right on 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... He couldn't care less.

He was too brave if anything.

Time after time, he'd pop up.

He put his head where it shouldn't be.

And he was gone away with it.

That's the thing about... 19 year olds, isn't it?

When 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 jewellery you've got.

Everyone's luck... runs out... in the end.

Right.

I just got off the phone with the magistrate.

Based on what you gave me earlier,

and an anonymous tip-off I've received,

we got a ticket to search Harry's flat.

You're coming with us?

Of course!

Police! Nobody moves!

Entrance's clear.

Kitchen's clear.

The bath's clear, sir.

Well, let's start the search.

Huh!

Sir!

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