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- _ - What if luck was something you could own?

You should try the corners.

Wheel's spinning.

What if someone gave you something that made you really lucky?

What is this?

Whoever wears the bracelet is endowed with immense lock.

I have a gambling addiction.

I'm worried, Harry.

I don't want to lose anything else after the house.

It's a balance, Harry. It's Yin and Yang.

Mr. and Mrs. Clayton.

Daisy.

When I killed your mother, I was young. Naive.

I was meant to give it to someone else,

and he knows you have it, Harry.

I've been targeted by Golding because I got too close to him.

Everything close to you gets destroyed. You're toxic.

I don't want you in my life any more.

Gah!

I don't feel very lucky now!

We may have to make a deal with the devil if we want Clayton.

Why do you think Orwell sat on Rich's release?

Don't say anything to Orwell.

No, Harry, get down!

Do it!

That's the thing about luck, Harry.

It always balances out in the end.

Units to the scene.

Acknowledged.

Five feet three male, medium to stocky build.

- How long since the call? - Eight minutes.

We're not going to make it.

Sir, we are here to help. Just tell us what happened.

Harry!

One day your luck is gonna run out.

I'm not lucky.

Paramedics are now on the scene.

Sir?

Police. Police!

Mr. Thomas, I'm DI Clayton and this is DS Chohan.

What's going on?

Mr. Thomas, can you tell us where you've been

and what you've done in the last 24 hours?

I don't understand!

- We believe you may have been poisoned. - What?!

Mr. Thomas, anything out of the ordinary happened?

Poisoned?!

Who would want to poison me?

Can you remember meeting anyone you didn't know?

- The tiniest thing... an argument? - No, nothing.

Oh. Oh, God, my stomach. Oh...

David, stay with me.

- Sir? - Oh.

- Oh, God... - Please, help me.

OK, sir, just try and stay still.

- David? - I need some adrenaline. - Help me!

Quick! We're losing him.

Sir?

Sir?

Oh.

I wanted to show you this.

Golding tried to leave the country... border controls kicked in.

They should have taken him, but there was a backup car and he got away.

Eve, we'll find him. We're getting closer.

Gotta go.

We'll find him quicker if you let the bracelet help us.

I know the risks.

I know what I'm asking.

- I can't. - Harry, this is Golding.

This is the man that killed my mother... that nearly killed Daisy.

Yeah, and we'll catch him. This photo proves that.

But say I do, huh? Say I let luck help us. What-what-what then?

No. We lock him up and Anna finds out she's got some terrible disease,

or-or-or whatever else this thing does to balance luck out.

I don't want anything to do with it.

No more gambling.

No silly risks.

Nothing.

Eve, we'll find him. Gotta go.

_

Suri.

- I've got those other locations for you. - Tox report?

Yes, same as the previous three.

Our killer is using a syringe to inject ricin into his victims.

Unless they're treated within two hours...

Which is unlikely, as they don't even know it's happened.

...then, by the time the call 999,

they're on the verge of multiple organ failure. 24 hours later...

They're dead.

I've mapped the victims' work and home locations.

There.

No, it's still too spread out.

I don't suppose you've got all their old work and home addresses?

- I mean all of them. - Yeah.

Take a look at that.

So, at some time over the past ten years,

every victim either worked or lived around here.

- Brick Lane. - That's where we should start.

Could be from Brick Lane, could be from the area, but anyone... No?

No. All right, thanks. Thank you very much.

Anything?

I don't know what I'm supposed to be looking for.

Maybe they passed through Allen Gardens, down there.

Maybe that's the link.

Spitalfields...

Maybe through the brewery.

If I wanted to hide somewhere, this is the place.

I'll get someone to trawl through CCTV. See if that leads anywhere.

We need something more concrete.

Quick pint and a curry on me... and there's a gig later, if you fancy.

- No, I've got to get going. - Oh, right... 8:40 at Chepstow.

- I don't do that any more. - I'm just messing.

- How many days since you last made a bet? - 186.

Right now, I'm off to see Anna and Daisy.

- Well, I'm proud of you. - Thanks.

What's the gig?

There's a talk about brain and behavioural science.

What? It'll be fun!

Yeah, and I'm... I'm gutted I turned it down now.

I'm a lot of fun. I'm the best fun you could have, full stop.

- You ask any guy. - No, of course you are.

No, wait... not like that!

Yeah. Let's stop this while we can still look at each other in the eye, eh?

- See you tomorrow. - OK, take it easy.

Excuse me...

Hey...

Oi!

Oi! Come here! Wait!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Hey!

Oh, great.

Harry, what a pleasant surprise.

Well, this is a professional visit, Finley.

Have you got a young Asian kid in your employment?

I just chased him in here, and he got very nervous at the sight of me.

You mean Rui Hirota. He started with us yesterday.

Can I talk to him? Where is he?

His English is rubbish.

He's only been in the country a day.

Are you sure he's only been here a day?

I arranged his pick-up from the airport. What's this about?

It's a case I'm working on around here, but it's a few weeks old.

Then he's not your guy.

But, look, it's not all bad. You're here again.

It's professional.

Nice to see you, Harry. I'll make sure the kid stays out of trouble.

Yeah, you do that.

I don't bet.

Sure you don't.

No more bets.

14.

That's your number, sir.

Sir?

Again? I can't believe it!

Sir, your winnings. Sir.

Sir.

Sometimes it feels like I can never lose.

Madam bets on 13.

You know that feeling, don't you, Harry?

Place your bets, please.

Sir bets on 7.

No more bets.

13! Madame wins again.

This is just getting silly.

Could you have someone cash in my chips, please?

Thank you ever so much.

Wait.

Where did you get that?

I don't lose.

How did it feel? A proper bet, at last.

I can barely remember the thrill, it's been so long.

Who are you?

Oh, how rude of me.

Isabella Augustine. And you are Harry Clayton.

I thought you'd stopped all this.

What on earth could have dragged you back in?

I'm on a case.

How did you get the bracelet?

Same as you, I imagine...

though you don't seem to be having half as much fun as I have.

Wait a minute.

I'm afraid you can't go in there.

I do hope we meet again, Harry. I'm new to London.

It would be charming to have someone show me around.

In the meantime, good luck with your case.

All the luck in the world.

Eve, I need to talk to you.

- I need to talk to you right now. - Harry!

Hiya.

Oh, bugger.

- Oi! - Language.

Great, I think it's time we went home.

OK. Well, erm, I'll come with. Make sure you get there safely.

Oh, we're OK.

No, I can pop in when we get there.

You know, check she's doing her homework... and make you a cuppa.

Or something.

Yes... it's the "something" we're trying to avoid, isn't?

I'm not trying to avoid anything.

Harry...

OK, OK!

I hope you realise how well I'm behaving.

It's noted.

It's not a walk in the park, you know?

You're a good boy...

...and I love you.

I love you, too.

I always have.

OK... I'm gonna go home and have a very long, cold shower.

That the most disgusting thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

It's definitely time we went home.

Suri, what have you got?

Helen Mitford, 28 years old.

- Same killer? - Yes.

You sure?

- Poisoned like the others. - Yep.

Jesus, this is speeding up.

- Where does she live? - Dalston.

- Work? - Kensington.

So, neither of them near Brick Lane.

I'm sorry. I was sure you'd found the link.

Harry.

Do you need some help?

Huh.

Suri, check again, will you?

Perhaps she stayed at a friend's house last night.

The body was found in her own flat.

Oh, yeah. Of course.

What have you got so far?

George.

There is an internal investigation, Harry,

and I'm still here.

Maybe it's time you started accepting what everybody else...

No. No. They just haven't found sufficient proof, yet.

- I did nothing wrong. - Mm-hm.

Have you found out how he sources the poison?

The basic components are too easily manufactured...

he can get them anywhere.

What about age, race?

- Any common denominators? - I checked!

I've gone over it a hundred times, OK? There's nothing.

OK.

I guess even the best cop runs out of luck sometimes, eh?

- Credit card details came through. - Please be good news.

Guess where Helen had a curry last night.

It doesn't matter that they don't remember her...

we know she was here, we just follow the old leads.

Well, it's got to be somewhere.

But we don't know what we're looking for.

Yeah, I know.

Let's go back to the station.

I blame you for this, by the way.

Why? What did I do?

Well... I can't concentrate properly,

now I know you're such incredibly great fun....

with the guys.

- You're a dick. - I'm your senior officer.

- You're a dick, sir. - Now, that's more like it.

Look out!

Are you OK?!

Yeah, I'm...

- I'm fine. - I can't believe it missed you!

Suri...

It looks like some sort of lab.

Hello?

Oh, my God. This is him. It has to be.

- Is that ricin? - Why else does he have a gas mask?

Don't touch anything!

Unbelievable!

Un-bloody-believable. How lucky is this?!

It isn't it. It can't be.

What? All this falling into our laps?

I didn't...

It can't be. I didn't. I didn't.

Harry?

Hey, stop!

Police, stop!

We need backup now! Brick Lane Passage. Male, IC4.

Come on, open the gate, eh?

It's over. We've seen your face. We know who you are.

And who's that, then?

I'm no-one.

Just some fool you laugh at and ignore.

- Come on, come on. - This is so crazy, right?

And I could touch you!

We will have your name in half an hour, I promise you.

Bummer.

Just one lucky guess from getting me, aren't you?

Why don't you have a go?

Yeah.

Not catching me today, are you?

So, how long have I got?

A week? A few days?

- It over, son. It's finished. - No! Not yet.

What are you planning?

You'll see.

- Big-time. - Listen to me.

No matter how many people you kill, you will always lose.

Not now.

From now on...

I'm going to enjoy it.

No, son.

Shit. Shit! Shit!

- Come on! - Where are you?!

Suspect heading west.

His name is Ajit Malhotra. 25 years old, born and bred in Brick Lane.

Father's dead, but we're still looking for the mother.

What about the victim, Helen?

According to her friends, they met in a bar a few years ago.

She thought he was sweet but a bit clingy...

To be honest, no-one really knows.

What else?

We're building up a really good picture of him.

Clever boy, good at school, according to his teachers.

He had a place in the London University of Sciences to read pharmacy,

but, unfortunately, his parents couldn't afford to send him

when the family business went bankrupt.

Things deteriorated significantly when his father committed suicide.

Three months later, Ajit had a breakdown.

- When was this? - Five years ago.

He's been on medication ever since,

but he hasn't seen a psychiatrist for over six months now.

We're bringing her in for further information.

Everyone's waiting for you to tell them what to do.

Can you not?

You're acting DSI, Harry. You're running this case.

You have to go in there.

Look, if it makes you feel any better,

there's no way you could have caught him.

It doesn't matter what anyone says.

We were lucky to find him in the first place.

- All right, everyone. - Hey, Harry.

Hard luck. I hear you were this close.

So...

We now have a clear link between Ajit and the last victim,

and a possible motive. Suri will give you the details.

What we need now are similar links between Ajit and the other four.

Well, you have that, in that he killed them.

If we can work out how he knew them, why he wanted them dead,

then we can figure out who's next.

That is the key to all of this.

Look, it's straightforward enough.

Get your allocated actions, report back to Suri. I'm...

going somewhere I can think.

Harry.

How funny.

I was just thinking about you.

What a coincidence.

Coincidence my arse.

Well, I have no idea what that means, but anyway...

Hello! Fancy a bite to eat?

There's the most gorgeous place nearby. Best view in London.

I'm in the middle of the case. I don't have time for you.

So, you're still not using the bracelet.

I nearly died yesterday. Oh, no.

Instead, I had the luckiest break in a case I've ever had.

You said you wish me all the luck in the world, and then that happened.

Was that you?

Well, it sounds rather outlandish when you put it like that...

but, then again...

You're trouble.

I've heard you like trouble.

Not any more.

I suppose you must be scared.

Well, you've not had the bracelet long, have you?

Are you sure I can't tempt you to dinner? It's on me.

Nah.

And unlike you, Harry...

...I'm not scared of anything.

Why do think that is?

What? What?

Five minutes, huh? Is that all I get?

Could you not cope without me for more than five bloody minutes?

- Do I have to wipe your arses, as well? - Oh.

I'd rather you didn't.

Jesus Christ.

Not quite.

Orwell brought me up to speed.

Well, I should do that.

You weren't here.

So, tell me what exactly did Ajit say to you?

He knows I'll catch him.

But he's planning on something big before you do.

So, we're hours or days away from a major atrocity,

and you don't have a single concrete lead as to where to find this boy.

- We almost had him. - Almost isn't good enough.

Sorry, sir... a call for Suri.

Steve...

give us a minute, will you?

- You look... - Like death?

Well...

Thanks.

Yeah, my doctor's furious.

But this case is a mess.

I'm not a DSI.

I didn't ask to be put in temporary charge.

I work better on my own... you know that.

I came to visit you in the hospital a couple of times.

You were unconscious...

...and, erm, I didn't know if you wanted to see me.

Why?

Because I ended up with a bullet inside me?

Again. Because of you.

Do you remember that?

I'm sorry, sir, it's just we found his mother.

Once we lost the shop and people stopped talking to us, he...

disappeared into himself.

It was like the shame stank.

- You wouldn't understand. - I understand.

Too well.

You have a son?

I have a daughter.

Ajit was heartbroken.

- When did you last see him? - Not for a year now.

Was there anyone in particular,

anyone you think he wanted to take revenge on?

Why a year? It's a long time.

He only lives round the corner.

What happened?

I just told him to stop idolising his father.

That he wasn't half the man he claimed to be.

And?

And...

I was glad his father was gone.

I couldn't live with that shame any more.

I didn't even mean it.

We all say things, don't we?

It's you.

You're his next target.

So, you talked to the mother?

She's downstairs in the interview room.

We have found a link between Ajit and every victim. May I?

This is David Thomas. He was a bank manager six years ago.

He rejected a loan that would have funded Ajit's university tuition.

This is our first victim. Sanjiv Ganetra.

He worked with Ajit three years ago

in one of the restaurants in Brick Lane.

He sacked him for his bad attitude.

He had a grudge against each and every one,

and he hasn't been to see his mother in over a year.

So, what? You think the mother might be next?

I don't know, I...

I-I'm not sure.

Do you want to join in here, Steve?

He's fine.

So, what do you want to do?

I want to tail Mrs. Malhotra home.

Let Ajit think she's alone, and then, when he comes to get her...

You want to use her as bait. Well, that's... that's some risk.

I want to catch him before he hurts anyone else.

I'll be with her at all times.

Why is he not arguing with me?

All right. Set up covert surveillance.

You can have, err, Suri, Steve and five officers.

I can run this case on my own.

Steve won't be running anything.

The internal investigation into his conduct during the Golding case

found that he didn't follow protocol

and, as a result, he's been reduced to the rank of detective constable

- with immediate effect. - Is that it?

I don't wanna hear another word about it!

Whatever anyone thinks,

he works to you, Suri, OK?

Yes, sir.

Right, let's get this organised, then.

Yes.

- Here's to you. - Fantastic! Can you?

Sir...

I've put Mrs. Malhotra in interview room three.

Moaning about the colour of the walls.

Thanks, Ade. It's a bit early.

You should see the custody suite... Sarge is doing a conga.

The Fell brothers... we won the case, guilty on all counts.

What?

It all kicked off in court. The defence...

Oh...

- Sorry, sir. - What you talking about?

It was Anna, sir.

Anna?

What happened?

I heard you stopped mid-sentence, like you'd seen a ghost,

and then you just ran out.

Who told you?

The boys at the station.

You can congratulate them on their vivid powers of description.

Anna!

I thought I saw Golding.

Golding's not gonna come after us.

He's gonna be as far away from you and me as he possibly can.

He's got the entire British police force searching for him.

Why didn't you call me?

Cos you don't wanna hear it.

You don't.

You want everything wiped clean. So, we're trying, OK? So...

So, Daisy keeps waking in the middle of the night, screaming...

- ...you know... - What?!

...and my hands start shaking for no reason...

- ...but we're fine, we'll be fine. - Jesus!

I am so sorry. I...

You've gotta tell me this stuff!

I promise you, nothing bad will happen to you and Daisy again.

OK.

- I've got to go home. - Anna!

- So, take off the bracelet. - I can't.

Because you think it brings you luck.

Because you and your addiction is now so completely out of control,

you actually believe in this nonsense.

I keep trying to explain to you... let me show you.

And I keep trying to tell you, it is all in your mind!

- I keep hoping there's a chance for us. - Me, too!

Oh, God.

- You have a case to deal with. - I... I hung up.

Mm.

I hung up. Anna!

We miss you, Harry.

Anything?

Negative, negative... no visual.

E1, are you in position?

Roger, E1 in position.

- E5? - E5 in position.

Please, will you step away from the window?

I don't want Ajit to think that anything is out of the ordinary.

He won't come. He's a good boy.

Just, please.

All quiet.

Hey, Suri...

That's "Sarge" to you, Steve.

Yeah, Sarge. All right. Listen...

I'll take whatever punishment the DSI wants to dish out.

I'm not gonnna complain about it -

and I know you're Harry's girl, but you really think it's fair,

that he gets nothing after all the stunts he pulled?

I know what I saw. And I'm not Harry's girl.

Did you ever talk to any psychiatrists about his breakdown?

Those doctors and all their words.

Might have been good for you.

You could have understood why it happened and how you could help him.

I know why it happened.

I was there when they dragged his father away.

I know my boy.

I know how it hurt him.

Staring at his father as he howled and screamed.

My little boy.

Sobbing and sobbing.

I couldn't even get to him.

I wanted to pull him into my arms, but the police wouldn't let me.

- They dragged him away. - What?

Are you aware of this?

He was 18, so he wasn't a kid.

I thought it was the bailiffs that kicked his father out.

They tried...

but he'd barricaded himself in, so they called the cops.

Sorry...

You're telling me that it was the police that took your husband out?

Yes, I told you that.

No.

No, you didn't. Suri? Stay there.

Harry?

Orwell, did you see that?

Suri, it's us... we're the target.

- Steve! Steve! - Whoa!

Whoa, whoa! Steve?

Harry?

Seven officers in intensive care. No deaths.

The cards were soaked in scopolamine...

known as devil's breath.

Ajit mixed it with buprenorphine for increased potency.

You just have to touch it to get infected.

Yeah, they said that if they treated them ten minutes later,

they'd be dead.

Harry, the chemicals in these cards weren't in his flat.

I don't think he makes them there.

So, they're somewhere else.

I need to see Steve.

Jesus, Steve.

You catch him?

No. But I will. I promise.

Same old story, innit?

Harry comes up with a plan, gambles on everyone's lives,

Harry walks away fine, a colleague ends up in intensive care.

I didn't gamble.

You were pretty quick to risk Mrs. Malhotra, though, weren't you?

You're not that sorry.

We're seven down, Harry.

No time for sulking.

I keep going over everything Ajit said.

Trying to find something that might be missing...

but there's nothing.

I don't believe you.

I let my prejudice about you cloud my judgment.

You went to jail and you were nearly killed, and that was my fault.

I pray for God's forgiveness but I must ask it of you, too.

I'm sorry.

Anyway, right now we have to solve this case.

- Alistair, I don't know how to. - You have to.

You're a brilliant cop, Harry.

You just make it hard for us to remember that sometimes.

Me, especially.

Find him, Harry.

Whoa!

Shit.

Sorry about that... Sorry.

OK? I'm sorry.

Here, let me...

- _ - Fancy a bite to eat?

There's the most gorgeous place nearby... best view in London.

Here we are, sir.

You've made it all the way here, Harry, you might as well sit down.

Salute.

Has anything that's happened... me meeting you here,

the Japanese kid at the casino, even nearly catching Ajit...

has any of that happened without you controlling it?

How could I?

Do you know where he is?

Your poisoner?

Why don't you find him yourself?

Use the bracelet.

I can't.

When you were giving your bracelet, you got a warning, I imagine.

Some hokey nonsense that luck balances itself out,

and Yin and Yang, and other silly superstitions.

- Something like that, yeah. - It's drivel.

- I've seen how it works. - No.

You believe in bad luck because you suffered it all your life.

Oh, really?

You learned it from an early age.

Who are you?

I'm someone...

I seize luck and make it mine.

The problem is not on your arm. It's in your head.

I can help you.

Why?

Because it's lonely having a secret like this.

And you are the only other person in the world who can understand.

I've worn this for over ten years.

I can teach you the good stuff.

Find that buzz you've been missing.

If you're playing me...

Funniest thing happened this morning.

I was thinking about you... again! I can't help it...

and as I was walking, I saw this gigantic flock of birds,

I mean, huge, flying right over me.

It nearly knocked me to the floor,

before disappearing into this old, disused warehouse.

And what's weird is that no-one else seemed to see them.

You know what they say about flocks of birds like that, don't you?

No, what do they say?

Oh, well, they're a portent of doom.

It's probably nothing...

...but it did make me wonder...

If I were on the run, plotting murder, where would I hide?

The address is in there.

Let luck do the rest.

If my family get hurt...

- They won't. - They might.

Aye, there's the rub.

Harry?

- Harry! - Did you know?

What?

That there was another bracelet.

- Did you know that? - No.

- How about the mysterious Isabella? - No... why, what's she told you?

That you're a liar.

- OK, listen... - Luck doesn't even itself out,

you made that up.

- Why would I? - I don't know.

To stop me using it properly, to control me.

I have been begging you to use it, to help me finally catch Golding.

Oh, yeah.

When you want to use it, it's perfect, but for me,

there's uncertainty, there's danger, there's Yin and Yang.

Screw you.

There's a man out there who wants to kill hundreds,

maybe thousands of people,

and there's no way of beating him except for this.

Exactly.

So, what kind of luck would it take to stop a man like that,

and what would be the price?

It's a gamble, eh?

Suri?

- I found it. - What?

- His lab. - What?! How?

No sign of him, though.

bottles of sodium chloride, ethanol...

dimethyl methylphosphonate, is that it?

Phosphorus trichloride...

It's live.

It's live... there's beakers and test tubes, containers and...

Harry, those are the components you need to make sarin.

Oh, God, he'll kill thousands.

- Jesus. - Look, where are you?

Maybe he'll come back there... if we get surveillance in place...

Suri, what was the name of the university he wanted to go to?

London what?

Oh, God. London University of Science.

You've got to get here. Everyone has to get here.

If he's using sarin, he'll need to use an air vent.

You have to get to the roof, Harry. Get to the roof.

I'm coming.

Ajit, stop.

No.

I'm doing this, you're not stopping me.

Your father wouldn't want this.

Have you got atropine on you?

How about pralidoxime? That'll work.

They're just students, Ajit. They've done nothing.

It is not their fault you lost your place.

They've got futures.

Well, at least they did, until today.

You can't stop me. You know you can't.

- Ajit! - If I were you,

I'd get as far from here as you can.

What if my family get hurt?

They won't.

Let luck do the rest.

I'm back.

Agh!

Ajit Malhotra, I am arresting you on suspicion of murder.

Anna.

Harry.

Oh, Jesus, what's happened?

Oh, I was in the middle of making dinner

and a bloody fox got in upstairs.

I don't know how... it's dragged a pigeon in,

there's blood everywhere, it's absolutely disgusting.

Oh, God!

- Oh... - Are you all right?

Yeah.

I want to know what else it can do.

I want to know everything.

Oh, Harry...

...we're going to have such fun.

- _ - So, what's so special about this chap?

He's the fiance of one of the officers from our station.

He is involved. I can feel it.

We are all sinners, Harry,

but some of us are willing to face our demons.

How are you filling the God-shaped hole in your soul?

We are gonna have one mother of a complaint made against us.

The world is full of bad people.

Are you going to spend your whole life chasing them all?

Ours is a life of continual good fortune.

- Stay away from Harry Clayton. - All you've done is lie, Eve.

These are our streets!

And we're taking them back!