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Nowhere left to run, Harry.

Okay.

You win, Blake...

but at what cost?

The life of an old woman, my partner.

For what?

- A little less magic left in the world? - No.

It's the end to a curse...

that has ruined so many lives.

So how are you going to destroy them?

Oh, come on, Harry, you of all people should know

you can break anything if you hit it hard enough.

Madame Cheung said if you destroy the bracelets,

you will unleash a terrible force.

It's an old wives' tale.

And I broke her...

just like I've broken you.

You didn't break me. Luck did.

But it was always gonna be like that, eh, Eve?

Every gamble you made...

you made yourself.

But you encouraged it!

You gave me something to believe in!

Goodbye, Harry Clayton.

It was fun while it lasted.

I wouldn't give you the pleasure...

Subtitles by explosiveskull

A nationwide search has begun for the disgraced police officer,

Harry Clayton, after he allegedly attacked a prison ambulance...

- carrying the ex-MI6 agent... - Uncle Rich, come here, quick.

Samuel Blake, who's accused of murder, treason and terrorism.

Blake has been an important agent for British military intelligence

for 20 years,

and the accusations against him have shaken the intelligence services...

- What's going on? - We ask that the public stay vigilant...

and if anyone has any information

- as to the whereabouts... - I don't know.

of these two men, to contact the police immediately.

Do not approach them.

Thank you.

Come on, Harry...

Come on, Harry.

Come on, Harry.

- What? - Get up.

Get up!

You should be dead.

- Get...? - Come on, lucky man.

Very lucky man.

Very tired man.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Harry.

- Dad. - What the...?

Are you okay? What's happened?

Yes.

Right, you'll be needing some of your special tea.

It was just a wee fall.

It's okay. It's okay.

You've been a terrible arsehole.

Yeah. I know. Don't let your mother hear you say that.

She calls you worse all the time.

Bet she does.

Special tea's ready.

All right, here you go.

Oh, what's that?

It's whisky, a lot of whisky.

Eve.

He was right, you know.

We've won.

At what cost?

You didn't have to kill Madame Cheung.

Blood for peace...

Remember?

Alpha team in position.

Eyes on the prize.

Alpha team in position.

Pack your things, it's time to move.

Alpha team positioning.

Clear view of the street.

Alpha team give me one...

Armed police!

Armed police!

Stay where you are!

Samuel!

Contact, request covering fire!

Man down!

Man down! Man down!

Eve!

Now!

Smoke!

Ready?

It's all clear.

Here...

- Eat. - What?

What? Oh...

This'll bring you back from the dead.

Oh, magic.

Right... So...

I've booked you a flight to New York.

You can take Daisy home, lay low, and recover.

Come on, Rich, I'm going nowhere.

Blake has both bracelets now, so he's gonna destroy them.

I don't know what he's planning or how he's gonna do it, but...

If I don't get to him first...

there'll be more killing, it's what he does.

It's a suicide mission, just...

call in the cavalry, the SO19 or whatever it is.

And say what?

There's a madman armed with two ancient Chinese bracelets,

running around London, about to do God only knows what?

Be serious, Rich, they want to arrest me as it is.

I'm the only person that can do this.

All right...

but it's not me you have to convince.

So, Daisy...

I met a man...

A long time ago, when...

he was just a boy, his parents were killed and his body was very badly burned.

So, he decided that there should be no more magic in the world...

No bracelets.

No luck.

No you.

But I wasn't gonna go down without a fight.

Beause that's what we Claytons do, we scrap.

So...

bit by bit, this man...

has taken every last thing from me...

ending with Suri...

Daisy...

Losing her...

It hurts so much.

A cold, black rage rises up in me...

and I got lost in that.

So you tried to kill him?

I did, yes.

And I wanted to.

I thought I had, but he escaped...

but I am so...

so sorry...

that that is the man your dad has become.

No, you don't have to be.

I have to stop him, Daisy...

Or more people will get hurt?

Yes.

You're a superhero, Dad...

It's what you do.

Maybe I used to be...

not anymore.

Here...

Have this.

A new bracelet.

You've always been lucky, Dad...

Always.

They had a car stashed at the other end.

Black Jag, stolen plates.

We tracked it as far as the Blackwall Tunnel but lost it there.

Okay.

Liaise with SO19.

We have an armed and dangerous cop killer running loose in London.

We'll need firearms support.

Ma'am, you know it's okay to let it go.

Let someone else have the case.

Believe me, I wish I could.

But Blake is my mistake.

I mean, I let him manipulate me, and he's almost destroyed my whole career.

Where are we on Clayton?

He's off radar.

If I was him, I'd be well shot of the city by now.

Harry and Samuel Blake are at war.

Neither of them are going to leave this city unless the other is dead.

Well, I've done what I can.

You're a terrible liar, Steve.

Harry crossed a line when he rammed Blake off the road.

Mr Clayton, my name is Sau Lam.

I've been sent by the Torches in Hong Kong to bring Madame Cheung home.

I'm sorry I failed her.

- She was a good woman. - She was a fierce woman.

She wouldn't want you to be sorry. She'd want you to fight.

That's why I'm here.

Blake wants to destroy the bracelets,

I need to find out how he's going to do it.

Honestly, we don't know.

Without the tools from The Temple of the Forge,

it would take an immeasurable force.

What kind of force?

It's not the force needed to destroy them we should worry about.

It's if he's successful, then things get extremely messy.

Messy?

Think of how much power the bracelets contain...

and what would happen if you released it all very quickly.

There'd be a big boom?

Big enough to turn a London borough into a crater.

I know you've lost a lot, but we need you right now, Harry Clayton.

I don't know what you need me for.

I don't have the bracelet anymore.

The bracelets come to everyone for a reason.

I believe they found you because you're always willing

to take a chance, no matter how small.

Be the last hero of the Torches.

Be our Lucky Man.

What the hell, eh?

One last roll of the dice.

Please can we go back to Hong Kong?

Start again, just you and me.

- We're done here. - We're almost there, Eve!

We're almost there.

I need you with me, we can finish this.

Then you need you to tell me what we're still doing in London.

Harry was right...

if you want to destroy the bracelets, we need the tools that forged them.

There's another way...

one that Harry doesn't know about.

Picked this place up five years ago, using a Wu Chi shell corporation.

It's amazing what you can buy in London,

if you say you're gonna build luxury flats.

Since then, I've been busy.

What's that?

A fission chamber.

A small, contained atomic reaction that will melt the bracelets.

It's not bad, eh?

One last thing to do.

I have the payload.

Just need the bullet.

You're gonna steal uranium?

That's insane!

Since when were you a nuclear physicist? If it goes wrong, you'll kill thousands.

It won't go wrong.

It'll finish what we started.

That's why we're here, isn't it?

Look, what if there was a good reason... for us to go...

something that affects us both?

Do we have a problem?

No.

Trust me.

We can do this.

You'd be amazed how much of this stuff is floating about.

I just need to get my access back to the Central Security Network.

I'll be back.

Hello?

PC Knowles?

PC Knowles?

- Hello, Elsa. - Hello.

I heard you were looking for me, so...

here I am.

This safe house has a silent alarm.

They're already on their way.

It's all right, won't be long.

I don't scare that easy.

What do you want?

I just need your codes for the...

Central Security Network.

Huh? No.

Give me the codes!

I should have thought better about taking your shite when you first turned up.

I'm not taking your shite any more...

I suppose we're going to have to do this the hard way.

Codes, please.

Nae chance.

Harry, I've got, um... bad news.

What happened?

I think I might have...

overstepped the mark.

It's okay. It's okay.

He's definitely not here.

I'm not here to arrest him.

You heard the man, Rich.

He needs my help.

Morning.

Terrible about Gray.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was, um...

far from perfect, but... she didn't deserve that.

No, she didn't.

Do we know what happened?

We know Blake went to her house for a reason.

Okay, let's have a look, and then you can arrest me.

For attempted murder, theft, damage to police property...

Evading arrest. I could go on.

Yeah, it's been a busy few days.

Bigger fish to fry now, though, eh?

- See you later. - See you.

See you.

Blake.

Efficient...

Brutal. I think so.

The only question is, why?

Gray was unfinished business.

And he already tried to kill her once and failed.

We know he's a man of purpose.

Always looking forwards, never backwards.

Why's he still in London, eh?

What's he planning next...?

Oh...

Interesting.

Hard drive was ejected at 20:36.

Just after Gray's estimated time of death.

- By Blake? - Hmm.

What would he want with that?

Only one way to find out.

No.

No. No, no, no, no.

This computer will be linked to the MIS servers.

Anything he accessed here will be bookmarked on the internal system.

You know what's bookmarked on my internal system?

The day I don't have to spy on my own department for you anymore.

- Come on. - Yeah.

There's still time to stop this, Samuel.

No, we go on.

They'll be up and running by tonight.

I just need a little help, that's all.

- What? - Now that Madame Cheung is dead...

you can put this on me and then take it off when I've got what I need.

No, that's not part of the deal.

Well, nor was this hole in my side, but that's where we are right now.

That goes against everything we stand for!

I am here because I wanted to help you destroy the bracelets...

not put them on your bloody wrist.

Then what good are you to me right now?

Tell me what good are you to me?

Wait! Eve!

I don't wanna do this...

but I can only destroy them with your help.

Please.

Then we can go.

We can leave all this behind.

How are we getting on with DSI Gray's phone and computer records?

- Here you go, sir. - Right, let me see.

Yeah.

Thanks.

I'm not going to like this, am I?

No, you're not, mate.

Blake used Gray's computer to access CSN servers.

He was digging for a distribution roster.

Sensitive materials being dispatched to London hospitals

in the next seven days.

What kind of sensitive materials?

Radioactive cores used in X-ray machines, that kind of thing.

When does the next delivery go out?

One due tonight.

Packages going out to three locations,

starting with the Royal Limehouse Hospital at 19:00 hours.

- That's the hit. - I'll contact SO19.

No, SO19 will still be gunning for me. It's too risky.

We're talking about putting a stop to the man who killed Suri, and Gray.

I'm not gonna risk losing Blake because your situation is compromised.

- Steve, please... - Harry.

I'm making the call, okay?

See you at the hospital.

So...

how's your suicide mission looking?

Oh, you know...

Extremely suicidal.

Which is why I was wondering, would you like to come along with me?

Oh, yeah, that sounds exactly like my kind of gig,

chasing after a psychotic ex-spy

who's probably trying to blow up London, or something.

- He's not trying to blow up London, is he? - No.

Not all of it.

Come on, Rich, look, all I need is you to buy me a bit of time.

- I can handle Blake. - Oh, that's all you need, is it?

I really, really wish I had a normal brother, maybe a nice accountant.

No, you don't.

When Eve gave me the bracelet,

you were the first person I brought in on it. Why?

Because I knew you'd be there...

You've always been there.

So what do you say?

The Clayton boys ride out one last time?

If not for me...

then for Suri.

Ready?

This is not the way.

It's the only way.

OK, then you have to promise me...

that you will only use it when you need to

and the moment you get back here, you let me take it off.

I promise.

Call it.

- Tails. - Neither.

Away we go.

So, what's the plan, then?

We just walk up to the nearest security guard

and tell them there's an armed lunatic about to attack?

Pretty much, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, that doesn't sound like the best idea.

You may be right.

- Is that them? - Okay.

They're early.

I know.

Oh, Harry, wait for back-up.

DI Harry Clayton. We have reason to believe this van is about to be attacked.

Back from the dead, Harry?

Here to the bitter end.

Jolly good.

Well, enjoy the next ten seconds.

Drop the gun.

Fair enough...

You've got me.

Rich, don't.

- He has the bracelet! - Do your worst.

Shit.

- Oh, dear... - Rich!

I could get used to this.

After everything you said.

I always knew you were a weak man, Blake.

This is just temporary, until I destroy them, I assure you.

Must have been hard for you, though...

losing yours.

It was.

No, Blake!

Rich, come on! Come on!

Shit, it's no good, we've lost him.

No, we haven't. Get your phone out,

- open your GPS. - Yeah.

- You can track me, yeah? - Yeah, yeah.

- I slipped my phone in Blake's pocket. - Brilliant.

He's heading towards Old Kent Road.

Great...

And now we know you have me under "Massive Shite".

Say what you see.

Okay, we need to split up. You take the car. SO19 will follow you.

Keep them busy, gives me enough time to go after Blake on my own.

No way...

Trust me. Trust me, please, Rich.

Too many people have been hurt.

I don't know how this pans out. I might get lucky, I might not, but...

Look after Daisy. Get her on that flight back to her mother.

Go.

And get him this time.

Samuel...

I need the bracelet off you.

The firing charge is loaded.

You promised you'd give it back.

It's corrupting you.

I've seen it before.

Harry Clayton tried to use the bracelet for good and look what happened to him.

I'm not Harry Clayton.

Please...

Will you just think about what you're doing?

People could get hurt.

There are other ways to destroy the bracelets.

If you don't like it, then here...

Take them off me...

or let me finish what I've started.

- What...? - Come on, Eve.

Show me what you're made of.

Show me the Light Against the Darkness.

What are you waiting for?

You're weak...

Just like all the Torches...

Just like your mother.

I can't let you do this.

I thought so.

I thought we had a little more faith in me.

We could have achieved extraordinary things together.

You're insane.

Deep down, you're just like everyone else.

You're just a scared little girl.

Onto your knees.

Sorry, Steve.

Harry?

I don't suppose he told you where he was going.

'Fraid not.

Suspect's on foot. We lost him just west of the Thames Cut.

Oi.

Harry.

So this is what it's all about, eh?

A fission chamber...

small intense voltage burst will do it.

End the curse of the bracelets forever.

Not without this.

Thousands of lives lost because of your deranged vendetta.

Can't let that happen on my watch.

Besides, I'm not even sure you're going to go through with it.

Look at you, with that thing on your wrist, Blake...

so ready to sell yourself out...

when really, what you hate the most...

is you!

And how do you feel about yourself, Harry?

Do you like the man you've become?

What would Chohan think of you right now?

She'd want me to do the right thing.

You're forgetting something...

I'm protected.

Let's see.

You see, I may have sold myself out...

But I've still won, Harry. I have luck on my side.

Not anymore you don't.

Something else I've learned about luck.

Sometimes it's other people.

Bye-bye, Harry.

I know luck, you don't.

It's wild, Blake...

But in the end...

it does exactly what it wants.

We can fight all we want, but sometimes you just got to let it happen.

And then luck changes everything, so tell me...

Are you feeling lucky, Blake?

Blake!

What are you doing?

Taking back control.

Stop!

If you do that, you'll destroy everything!

Don't!

You've always been lucky, Dad.

It's a part of you.

Harry Clayton was...

not the best police officer I've ever known.

He was a very complicated one.

He lied...

He cheated...

Never went by the book...

I think if I'm honest...

it's why I was always so jealous of...

just how brilliant he was at his job.

Harry wasn't a conventional police officer by any means.

But he always closed cases.

He fought against bad men.

He fought...

to make the world a better place.

I remember, I asked him once how he did it, and...

He told me simply...

I never stop.

Never.

He never backed down...

and however far he fell...

he never stopped fighting.

Hold on, I'll ring you back.

"The best luck is that which you make yourself."

- Dad... - Yeah?

Look what I found!

A pound.

Ah! Lucky you.

Come on.