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Okay. There he goes.

Yeah, but where? Are you seeing this, Fowkes?

Turner's on the move, you better get going.

On it.

Cretin.

Sam's searching the office now.

Sam?

Fowkes is tailing Bingham.

No, we picked up Turner saying he was going to a meeting tonight.

- He is. Bingham was a decoy. - Oh, shit.

I'll follow him.

No, it's too risky, Sam. I'll have Fowkes turn around.

- He won't make it back in time. - Okay, I'll go.

You wouldn't make it, either. Just have Fowkes track my mobile signal.

Okay.

Deacon.

- What brings you here? - I need to talk.

Our mole. Can't be anyone else.

- It's gotta be Aidan. - But you've no proof.

He's too smart. We're not going to catch him in the act.

- What makes you think it's him? - Unexplained phone calls,

disappears into dead ground for hours at a time.

- You've had him followed? - I've had them all followed.

- What do you propose? - Set a trap. Draw him in.

And if he sees through it?

We can't just leave him in play, not if he got Hasan captured.

If we bring him in without evidence, he may never admit to it.

We need the answers before we ask the questions.

We can't just do nothing.

Leave it with me.

Yeah.

I gotta go.

Jack. Professor Cage.

- Hello, Vincent. - Professor, good to meet you.

- Sam's sending the plate now. - Okay, I'm running it.

- Please, Vince. At least consider it. - There is nothing to consider.

I'd say there is.

Mr Turner's told you how much he's willing to pay.

- It's a lot of cash. - You think this is about money?

You have perverted everything I've taught you.

I'm trying to help you. I know you need the money.

- Please, Vince. You have to do this. - No, I don't. And neither do you.

We'll double it. Please, you've got to see sense.

Lewis, you're better than this.

Just tell me what you want, Vince.

Whatever you want, I'll do it.

I want both of you to stop this now, or I'm calling the police.

Oh, God.

- What have you done? - You were wasting your time.

He was never going to go for it.

Someone's there!

- Fancy a ride? - Where the hell have you been?

Get Everett down here. We need a cleanup.

- You okay? - Fine.

- What did you get? - An ID on the victim.

- Is this the guy you saw killed? - Yes. Who was he?

His name's Vincent Cage.

He was a left-wing economics expert, published papers on predatory capitalism.

What about Turner's friend?

His name's Lewis Conroy. Billion pound hedge fund manager.

Handles some of the UK's top venture capitalists.

- Including Jack Turner? - Yeah, they met through Stephen.

He and Conroy roomed together at Oxford.

Cage was threatening to go to the police.

He said Conroy had perverted everything he'd taught him.

He didn't say how.

Do you think this has something to do with the 30 million Jack needs?

It must be something important, for him to have beaten a man to death.

- How did this happen? - I tore it getting away.

- Were you seen? - Conroy saw me at the window.

It was a fraction of a second, and then they came after me.

You can't go back in that house, Sam.

It was dark, my hood was up. They couldn't see me clearly.

If you're wrong, Jack will kill you.

I can handle it.

I said I can handle it. Now, let me go before they find I'm missing.

Oh, Sam.

Who sent them?

- Hourglass. - What's Hourglass?

Police have no prints, no murder weapons, and no suspect.

Sam saw Turner bash in this bloke's skull.

One call to the cops, and he's locked up for good.

Right. And then Sam's cover is blown.

And we lose our chance of finding out what Turner's game is.

Yep. Other than that, it's really good thinking, Fowkes.

So we just let the bastard get away with it?

What we need to know is where he's getting that 30 million he needs to buy the dam.

Can't do that if he's sitting in a jail cell.

- What's he been up to this morning? - Nothing. No attempts to secure a loan.

No trades placed with Conroy, or anyone else, for that matter.

Isn't that odd? For a man that needs £30 million by tomorrow?

Unless he's been buying lottery tickets we don't know about.

My new best mate, Dave Ryder. Wants me back at the club.

You still need to find that case that Horst Goebel brought Turner.

- Like I'd ever forget. - Yeah.

- Where are you going? - You need me for something?

You didn't answer my question.

I'm going to go talk to some colleagues of the late Professor Cage

to try and determine why Turner killed him. If that's all right with you.

Dad? You ready?

It's been a year, Stevie. We've all got to move on, eh?

- Lewis! - Jack, I need a word.

Don't even think about it.

Uncle Lewis!

- Hey! Eddie. How's my favourite godson? - I'm your only godson.

I've got you a present. You're going to love it.

- Hi, I'm Alex. Eddie's tutor. - Alex.

Stephen's told me all about you. I'm Lewis. Lewis Conroy.

Hey! How have you been?

Hey.

- You all right? - Yeah. How are you?

Sir, may I have a word, please?

What is it?

There you go, champ.

Wicked! This is Jackson and Sammy's favourite game!

Zombie Killer Deathtrap?

It's educational. Teaches you about physics and spatial coordination.

Good. Okay, I'm convinced.

- One hour, Eddie. No more. - Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Lewis!

- I could do with a drink. - Sounds like a brilliant idea.

Alex? What about you? Fancy a drop?

- No, thanks. - Come on, Alex.

Eddie's going to be wasting his brain for the next hour anyway.

- Sure. I'll keep you company. - Great.

- And you've looked everywhere? - The jacket's not in the house.

Maybe she dumped it outside.

You said last night you saw a woman and a man.

- It might not have been her. - Might not.

Why should I have to pay for this out of my own pocket?

You really don't want to make this my problem, Ryder.

- Leave it with me. I'll sort it. - Yeah, you do that.

Ring me after.

- Who was that, then? - Never you mind.

All I do 'round here is take flak for the guv'ner.

I'm just trying to do my job. Oh, for Chrissake.

Give us it here.

Used to do this for my old man. He got one of his hands blown off.

Fighting towel-heads in the Gulf War.

- You a Forces boy, then? - Yeah.

Moved around all over the place when I was growing up.

Germany, a lot. Couple of years in Northern Ireland.

I got some Irish in me. On my mum's side.

Dad was East End, though. Worked on the docks all his life.

My mum and dad don't see me no more.

Not since I did 10 months for breaking and entering.

That's a shame. A lad needs family.

Here.

- You're all right, son. - Thanks.

So what did you get me over here for?

- You still want a job? - If you got one going.

Grab hold of that.

While we're still young.

This is Gary.

- And then you lost the shoes, right? - No, you lost the shoes!

I fell on my arse in a bathrobe, bare backside.

- And the little Dutch girl's hat. - I was not wearing a Dutch girl's hat!

- So you two met at Oxford? - We shared rooms our first year.

We were a good pair though, huh?

The penniless Belfast chancer, and the heir to his old man's millions.

Nah, it wasn't hard, I just paid for all the drinks.

And I introduced him to Becky.

No, actually I met her first at a law lecture. Then she started going out with him.

Alex, if you only knew the heartache when she dumped me for Steve.

You broke up with her. Like he breaks up with all the girls.

Ah, but Becky was different. She was special. She made the right choice, though.

She knew Stephen would make her happier than I ever could.

I... I'll be back in a minute.

Shit.

Steve.

- I'm sorry, I'm a moron. - She didn't make the right choice.

- Steve, don't... - Look at you. You did it yourself.

I've always had my father, but you... You made your own fortune,

with your own honest talent.

And I'm still here in this house, with all his dirty money.

Becky wanted to be with you. She loved you so much.

- That's all that matters. - I wasn't the man she thought I was.

Of course I couldn't save her.

You're the best man I know.

If you couldn't save her, then no one could.

Lewis. A word before you go?

- About last night... - We can't go through with this.

- Of course we can. - No. No, we can't. It's too risky.

Oh, no. The only risk was your Commie professor shooting his mouth off.

And I took care of that.

The police are going to be looking for who killed Vince.

And they'll find him. You let me worry about the police.

We'll need a list. Of all the women in your office.

Any women you've seen socially in the past few months.

- What? What for? - You might've been followed last night.

- No one followed me. - All the same. Just to be safe.

What will you do if you find her?

You just get Bingham the list. All right?

Cheer up, Lewis. This time tomorrow, you'll be richer than ever.

- What was that about? The 30 million? - 30 million?

You trying to tell me he hasn't told you? We're short on our bid for the dam.

If we don't raise 30 million by tomorrow, we're out.

He just asked me about the accounts, Steve. I swear. He never mentioned it.

Well, he...

He keeps telling me not to worry, that he's got it all under control,

but I know he's up to something.

Want some juice?

Listen, do you mind if I ask her out?

What, are we back in school? Do you want me to ask her out for you?

It's okay, isn't it? I mean...

- You're not that way about her... - It's fine. Go for it.

Thanks.

Dinner? What are you doing tonight?

- Just looking after Eddie. - And after that?

- See you, Eddie. - See you, Lewis.

Tonight. After she's put Eddie to bed.

- Take care of yourself. - Yeah.

You, too.

Where we off to, mate?

- Don't call me mate. - Right.

- So what do I call you? - Mr Tyrone.

Okay. Mr T.

So you known Dave a while?

- Seems like a nice enough bloke. - Here's how it works.

I tell you what to do. You keep your mouth shut.

All right.

You see that? Black pickup.

Just wait a second.

Nice fella.

Put the bag in the boot before he comes back.

How do I do that?

Suit yourself.

- Oi! Who the shitting hell are you? - No one, mate.

Oi! Then what you doing by my car?

I made a mistake, walked down the wrong street.

Nah, you didn't. You walked into the wrong bloody life, mate.

So say sorry. Come on. Say sorry.

This the man you told me about?

Your colleague who passed away?

Yeah, that's him.

- You said you didn't even like him. - Nobody did.

That doesn't stop me from praying for his soul.

Come by for a drink some time. You look like you could use one.

Simran, my favourite fiancée. How are the wedding plans coming along?

- Insane. Costing a bloody fortune. - It'll be worth it.

- Let me know if you need any help. - I already owe you for this job.

You've done more than enough.

Then perhaps you won't mind doing me another little favour.

You need to fill out the authorisation, Aidan. I'll get into so much trouble.

Only if somebody finds out.

Okay. What is it?

I've been following a lead, but I keep hitting a dead end.

Do you know anything about Hourglass?

- What's Hourglass? - That's what I need you to tell me. Okay?

- Thank you for coming, Natalie. - Not at all.

Aidan.

Have you met Natalie Thorpe? MI6's liaison officer for Byzantium.

- Aidan Marsh. Pleased to meet you. - You, too.

I squeezed in this meeting because you said it was urgent, Mr Keel,

but I don't have much time.

I'm fully appreciative of your time, Natalie.

- Also of your considerable track record. - That's interesting.

Considering my track record is restricted information.

When you leave your post at MI6, you'll be a highly sought after commodity.

If I leave. And I don't consider myself a commodity.

I'm prepared to advance your salary Unofficially, of course.

It could be accruing interest now in a Zurich account.

You didn't seriously ask me here to offer me a bribe?

- I'm offering you a job. - In exchange for?

The name of your mole in my outfit.

You're required, by law, to share intelligence on issues of national security.

- Why would I need a mole? - You tell me.

MI6 has no mole at Byzantium, Mr Keel.

You're very good.

Please allow me to persuade you to reconsider.

So I can happily trot away to join your bunch of quasi-criminal mercenaries?

You've misread me.

I'm touched by your faith in Queen and Country.

Do you believe in anything, Mr Keel? Or are you wholly for sale?

The men who employ me use their power and influence

to appoint the government whose orders you follow.

You've been bought and paid for, Natalie, just as I have.

The only difference is I don't pretend otherwise.

The offer remains open.

- If you change your mind, I'll be waiting. - Goodbye, Mr Keel.

- How did it go? - He said to come back tonight.

Then you done good.

- Got something? - We have a direction in which to look.

- How about you? - I finally got into Jack's office. Nothing.

Zoe.

So we know Turner made his money from Docklands property.

His income growth was steady, if unspectacular,

until 2004, when he met Stephen's friend from Oxford.

With the help of his mentor, Vince Cage,

Conroy was one of the first mathematicians to develop a revolutionary idea.

It's a trading algorithm he called Kismet.

So decisions that took floor traders hours to make

were now made by computers in nanoseconds.

Now, over the past eight years,

Kismet has quadrupled the value of Turner's portfolio.

From 80 million pounds, to more than 300 million.

Cage said Conroy had perverted everything he'd taught him.

Hard to see how. 300 million quid thanks to some bloody software.

What about those spikes there?

Yeah, Kismet capitalises almost instantaneously on unexpected events.

So accidents, disasters...

They're making key stock trades before anyone else has time to react.

Whatever Cage knew threatened Turner.

Somehow, he needs to raise 30 million by tomorrow morning.

I'll try and find out this evening. I have a date with Conroy.

That was quick.

- I'll need a sedative. - I'll get you something discreet.

- Thank you, everyone. Zoe. - Yeah?

- Goebel's case has gone missing. - Oh, really?

Yeah, I saw it at the club this morning.

- Gone by the time I got back this afternoon. - Mmm-hmm.

Goebel hasn't been seen since the Turner House.

Go to Amsterdam, and find out what was in that case.

Yeah, right away.

Bring us back some cheese, yeah? Or maybe some wooden shoes.

- I had a meeting with Natalie Thorpe today. - And?

I offered her a job in exchange for the name of the mole.

- She'll never accept. - Of course not.

But I don't intend to take no for an answer.

Meanwhile, the lives of my team are still in danger.

That's what we pay them for, Deacon.

And you.

Afternoon, Lewis.

- Afternoon, Trudy. - I'll call you back.

Lewis, did you see the news?

It's Professor Cage. He's dead.

Oh, my God.

- What happened? - They said...

They said he was murdered.

Have you seen my keys?

So that's it? You just shag me and leave me.

Oh, you know I've got a flight to catch. Just tell me where they are, you prick.

- On the table. - Oh, fab. Thanks.

- Love, you've not paid these. - Yeah, I'll get 'round to it.

- I'll take care of it if you want. - I said I'll do it, and I will.

Andrew.

It's not the same as it was before, is it?

Well...

Of course it's not, Andrew.

But we're okay, right?

What do you think, eh?

Be brilliant.

Yeah. As ever.

- Hey. How did you get on? - Not great, I'm afraid.

- Did you find anything? - Nothing, anywhere.

And then finally, I thought, "The Russians. They spy on everyone."

Or they used to, and they're so corrupt these days, they're reasonably porous.

But I only found one reference.

And I'm not even sure it's the same Hourglass you want.

1978? What is this, Cold War stuff?

I don't know. The Russians were spying on an MI6 officer called George Ballard,

who was posted to Moscow.

He kept a case file on something called "Hourglass".

So Hourglass was an MI6 case file?

Ballard's a kind of a smiley figure. Low profile, career professional.

It appears he kept the file open for decades, or at least until 2004.

And what happened in 2004?

He transferred to London. The Russians stopped spying on him.

- Is he still in London? - Yeah. He's Head of Section.

Byzantium's liaison officer, Natalie Thorpe. Does she report to Ballard?

Directly to him. He's her boss.

- Why? What do you know? - I don't know anything yet.

But you did better than you thought. Thank you.

- Good night, Eddie. - Good night.

You okay?

- It was very cold at the cemetery this morning. - Yes, it was.

My dad cried.

It's okay to cry when you're sad.

Did you cry when your mum died?

Yes, I did.

And I wasn't much older than you are now.

Could you wake me up when you come home?

Of course I will.

Can you leave the door open?

Sure.

This is the story of the Snow Maiden.

Once upon a time...

Stay in the car. No, no!

Get off!

- One scratch. - I'll get his key card.

- Where will you be? - Outside.

I never wanted to see you doing this again.

It's my job. It was my job long before I met you.

I know we can never get back what we lost in Tangier.

"What we lost"?

I was the one who got shot.

You nearly lost your life. But the baby, that was my loss, too.

Was it a boy? Or a girl?

A girl.

I'm going to help you find the men that tried to kill you, Sam.

Whatever it takes, I'll find them.

Get a move on.

Tosser.

- What's this about? - Just a routine search, sir.

You can't do that. Where's your search warrant?

All right, Bilal. Pimped any 12-year-old girls lately?

- No, I ain't done nothing. - Inspector.

Ah! It's our lucky day.

What... What's that? Oi, get off!

What's that? Get off!

Get Off me! Ahhh!

Alex. Come in.

Wow.

You really are rich.

- Drink? - Sure.

Sorry. Started without you.

Is everything okay?

It was you, wasn't it? Last night?

- What? - Why do you think I asked you here?

I knew it was you the moment I saw you in the cemetery.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes, you do. Who are you?

Why were you following Jack Turner?

- Following him? What are you talking about? - Don't lie to me!

Do you know what he would do if he found out?

- You're scaring me. - You should be scared! I bloody well am.

- Why haven't you gone to the police? - I swear,

- I don't know what you're talking about. - You're lying!

You're hurting me.

I'm sorry. I should never have asked you here.

Let me do that.

I'm really sorry, Alex.

You know you can talk to me.

- Maybe I can help. - You can't help me.

My life is over.

Everything, it's worthless.

- Tell me what happened. - I can't tell you.

I wish to God I could tell someone.

You can tell me.

I was cut up when your mum died.

- She was an angel, she was. - Please.

Let's not talk about Mum.

'Course, I didn't sit on my arse, drinking myself into a puddle of piss.

I worked.

- For you and Eddie. - Yeah.

- I can see the great work you did. - You know your trouble, Stevie?

You need to grow yourself some balls.

My wife died last year,

and I just want a few minutes alone to remember her.

You want to dwell on the past,

instead of seeing what you want, and bloody well taking it.

'Cause it ain't gonna come 'round, begging you to shag it.

What are you talking about?

That little tart, Alex Kent.

Anybody can see by the way you look at her. Hmm?

Where is she, anyway?

She's out with Lewis.

With Lewis?

Six e-mails from Cage to Conroy in the past month. Subject matter, Kismet.

"11 injured in factory fire. Oil tanker accident."

"Toxic milk was contaminated.

- "Blast kills 10." - Disasters, accidents

Some of these go back six or seven years.

Can you pull up Jack Turner's accounts?

Stop there.

Look at the dates of these spikes in earnings. July 31st, 2007, and August 12th, 2008.

March 11th, 2009, September 17th, 2011. That's when Kismet makes its biggest profits.

The dates are the same as the accidents in the newspaper articles.

This is what Cage was going to tell the police.

- These weren't accidents. - It's how Turner's making his money.

- Something's going to happen tonight. - Hey!

Stop!

- Hey! Come here! - Go, go, go, go!

Come on.

What do I pay you for?

Her being with him doesn't prove anything.

Conroy's a shag merchant. You know that.

What's going on with Tyrone?

He should be down there now.

- Hey. Make sure no one comes down here. - What are you going to do?

Sorry, no questions. Forgot.

Yeah.

What? When?

I'll be right there. Alex?

- Are you okay? - Something's come up at work.

- Sorry. - It's okay. I can call myself a cab.

Sir. Sir?

Lewis.

- What is it, Lewis? - There's been a break-in at my office.

Who broke in?

I don't know. It was a woman and a man. Same as last night.

Is Miss Kent still with you?

- She was. She just left. - Oh, nice.

- She been with you the whole time? - Well, we fell asleep for a couple hours, but...

Oh, you fell asleep, did you?

Then how do you know that she was with you?

Jack, you're being paranoid.

Am I?

- What's Tyrone saying? - Everything's in order.

It bloody well better be.

Aidan, get down to an old underground tram station. Aldwych.

There was a photo of that tram station in Turner's office.

Fowkes thinks Turner's man did some damage down there.

Yeah, we think that's how he's making his money.

Staging accidents so Kismet can profit.

Then you don't have much time.

- Going there now. - No, you get back the house, Sam.

Turner's been asking about you.

Deacon, I'm here.

What can you see?

- There's nothing. I can't see anything. - But...

There's a strong smell of gas.

You better get out of there now.

What's going on?

Shit! He's going to blow up a building. Goncourt & Co on Travers Street.

Get out of there now. That's an order.

We need to get this whole area evacuated immediately!

Wait! Stop!