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Follow the lady. Come on.

Hey, diddle diddle, who is in the middle?

Come on, let's play.

You see, you follow the lady.
Come on, ladies and gentlemen.

Hey, diddle diddle, who is in the middle?

No. Come on. Bet. Bet, bet, bet, come on!

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Yes. Come on.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Sorry.

- Try again?
- OK, again.

Try again. So... follow the lady.
OK? Is it here?

Two, three... It's here.

And make your bet.

- This one.
- Sure?

- Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
- Are you sure?

- Yes. Yes. Come on.
- Are you sure?

This is a cheat! This is a fix!

It's a cheat!

This is life. Always.

Win some. Lose some.

We need to go!

Look straight ahead.

He's been involved in an accident
so we'd like to run some more tests.

If he suffered concussion,
we will need to monitor him

but despite being under water,
his lungs appear clear

and his blood pressure's fine.

Thank you.

My God. What a mess.

Um... Yeah. How is he?

- You OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Honestly.

Ben, take it slowly.

They've given me a thorough going over.
I'm alright.

Thanks to this hero.

You've been in a serious accident.

- Why don't you let them check you?
- No, I just need to go home.

- I'll give you a text.
- We'll give you a lift.

I'm not getting in another vehicle with you.

I just need to go to bed.

Thanks.

Mmm.

I can never get them as soft as this.

All it takes is patience.

When are you going back to your meetings?

I've already started.
Going most evenings after work.

But not last night.

So... what happened?

Nothing. Just the usual.

That's two lies in a row.

Harry...

It was a rough night.
I just wanted to come and see you, you know.

- Dad!
- Daisy! Hello, love. Oh!

- How's that arm?
- Good.

Yeah?

Kevin Grey's been on
the move for five hours.

We're reviewing CCTV footage but
there are a lot of black spots.

- So I'd like to concentrate on...
- DS Chohan, a word?

I see you're doing
Harry's paperwork for him.

That's dutiful of you.

Well, to be frank,
after what he did last night,

I thought he could use a break.

Yes, he did very well.
Harry's a great man for a crisis.

He's decisive. Brave. Heroic, even.

I mean, it is obvious why you admire him.

Very few of us could have
done what he did last night.

Then again, even fewer of us would
have allowed that situation to develop.

It was risky, what he did.

It is curious, don't you think?

All this chaos and as ever,

not a scratch on Harry Clayton.

Somethings not right here.

What's the simple solution to the
Kayleigh Fenchurch and Lau murders?

That Kevin Grey killed them both

because he was jealous that
Kayleigh left him for Lau.

Yeah,
but if it was a simple crime of passion,

why would Grey need a speedboat and
a private plane to flee the country?

No, Kayleigh was murdered
as a message to Freddie Lau

and when Freddie failed to listen,

somehow Grey was manipulated
into killing him.

No mention of Kevin Grey on the paperwork.
Or any passengers.

Do we know where Grey was headed?

The manifest says Paris,
Dubai and then Macau.

- You speak Chinese?
- Cantonese. Just a little.

Oh, course you do.
Must brush up on it myself.

The hire account is 26 Broadworth Street!

The Green Dragon Casino!

OK, so Lily-Anne wants Kevin
Grey out of the country.

But why this?

Why get a private plane?
How many millions is this worth, huh?

Walnut finish, fancy upholstery.

Oh, Lily-Anne.

- Where's Kevin Grey?
- I have no idea.

Even though he was about to get
on a private plane hired by you?

You mean the plane picking up
relatives for my father's memorial?

Is hiring a plane a crime?

No, but stuffing it full of cash is.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid I must plead
ignorance on that front.

Maybe you should speak
to the charter company.

Lily-Anne, did you force Kevin
Grey into killing your father?

Detective Clayton,
what must you think of me?

No, I don't think you did. Someone else did.

Someone you're afraid of.

Lily-Anne, tell me where Kevin Grey is.
I can protect you.

I think we both know why
you really came here.

Those tables upstairs are calling your name.

You know, Harry,
my father liked men like you.

Weak, broken men.

You reminded him of himself.

That's why he gave you credit.

And weak and broken as you are,
you abused that credit.

So now I own you, Detective Clayton.

You are mine to do with as I please.

Dismissed.

But you, my Lord, are a shield about me.

Lifter of my head.

I cried aloud to the Lord and he
answered me from his holy mountain.

I lie down and sleep.

Clayton definitely was into
Lau for a very large sum.

Everyone says so.

I want evidence.

Somebody out there has a
record of this transaction.

- I'll keep looking, sir.
- No.

No, that's not good enough.

Do you understand what I was sent here to do,
Orwell?

I've come here to clean this
rotten organization from within

and I'm entrusting you
to work with me on this.

Uh... hi?

Good morning. ls your daddy home?

Who is it, darling?

- Yes?
- I'm looking for Harry Clayton.

I've no idea where he is.

Perhaps I can come inside and discuss it?

Absolutely not. Who are you?

Well, another time, then.

Have a nice day.

Anna.

Who was that?

Uh... No one.

Just go and get dressed.

- Anna?
- Why is there a bailiff at my door?

OK, I'm on my way.

Don't worry, I handled it.

But, please, no more, Harry.

The new chief wants to speak to you.

You wanted to see me?

I have information that you
owed Lau a large sum of money.

Money that you couldn't possibly
pay back on a detectives salary.

- Who said that?
- You don't deny it then?

I'm not responding to some... rumor.
Who told you that?

No,
I like to protect my sources as much as you.

In any case, it doesn't matter.

But what would matter is
if you let Grey escape

in order to keep the suspicion on him.

You think I killed Freddie Lau?

You certainly had the motive.

I nearly lost my life trying
to catch Grey last night.

Recklessness won't win you any points.

- I'm going back to work.
- DI Clayton, if you can't

or won't find Grey...

Orwell will.

Orwell?

He couldn't find his face in the mirror.

Scrap everything you heard.
I want to keep it tight.

I want you to start here,
set a radius and just sweep.

- Door to door. House to house.
- No one's talking about Grey.

The street chatter's all about
Kayleigh Fenchurch's funeral.

Did you get anything from Lily-Anne?

No. Nothing except a plausible denial.

What's he gonna do? Is he gonna search
the whole of London street by street

in the hope of finding him?

Grey is in the wind.

Still can't believe they
let him commandeer my map!

I brought those pins from home.

Grey needs to get out of
the country quick and quiet.

Who can fix that for him?

Very good.

I don't know, but I know a man who might.
Come on.

Josie.

Boss,
there's a sudden smell of bacon in the shop.

Don't flirt, Josie. I'm a married man.

Oh, Jesus, Josie!
I thought you meant the actual police.

Just have to have a quick word with
my brother. Take a look around.

Have you managed to look into the um...
the thing?

Your wee bracelet?
Scrape test came back inconclusive.

What does that mean?

The machine's buggered. Happens.

Rich, someone tried to kill me over this.

Tried to chop my bloody arm off.

It's driving me a bit crazy.
You know, I think I might even be...

powerful.

I mean,
how did she get it on in the first place?

Harry, are you on crack?

- Just find out what it is, will you?
- OK, I will.

Is this cuneiform, Mr Clayton?

Oh, please, it's Rich.
And uh... yes, yes, it is.

Yours for only 200 grand.

You must know how to get
your hands on things.

Well, I've got that reputation.

Great. You can help us then.

We're looking for Kevin Grey,
a murder suspect.

We believe he's an imminent flight risk.

- What's that got to do with me?
- If you needed to leave the country

without being traced, how would you do it?

I... have... no idea.

I mean, I might know some
back channels for a few things

but uh... professional ethics and all that.

OK, we'll try somewhere else then.

Good luck.

Oh, just one more thing.

That's a Babylonian Museum mark.

So unless you've got the paperwork,
it's been looted,

and since you're not involved
in anything like that,

I know you'd want us to call
the Iraqi Embassy for you.

Professional ethics and all that.

Rich, I didn't properly introduce you.
This is DS Chohan.

She's, um... very good.

Hmm.

You'd need a fake passport and transport.

I've heard around the Garden
that there's this new guy.

Follow the lady.

Come on! Hey, diddle diddle,
who is in the middle? Come on!

The cards are a distraction.
Why else do it here?

- See?
- I'll get him. You get the card guy.

No. Wait.

Let's test this out.

- Are you sure? Follow the lady, yeah?
- Mm-hm.

It's here. No. It's here.

Choose.

Let's play again, yeah?
And I'll beat you this time.

- I give you four to one.
- Four to one?

- Yeah. OK?
- OK.

OK.

Just follow the lady, yeah?

Choose.

H-How did you do that?

Hmm?

Let's play again. Just play. No bet, OK?

- OK.
- OK?

Choose.

Come on, choose!

How do you do that?

Police!

Well, what do we do now?

Like I said,
the cards are just a distraction.

Hello?

Well, if it isn't Barry the Wizard!
How you doing, big man?

Ah, Clayton. Not a social call, I expect.

Alas, no. Listen, what can you tell
me about the phone I'm calling from?

Can you give me the name of the owner?
Address?

No. It's a pay-as-you-go,
bought just off the Tottenham Court Road.

Uh... Looking at my maps,

it shows up most at a
lock-up garage in Bermondsey.

Text that address through to me,
would you, Barry? Thanks.

OK, will do, nice to...

Right, let's follow the lady, shall we?

Hello.

Nice place you got here.

Interesting stuff.

Ooh, the Green Dragon. Thanks.

Immigration's gonna love you.

How did you beat me?

Hmm?

Ah. Customers.

Kevin Grey.

This man's wanted for murder.

- Where is he?
- How?

We need to know tonight!

No? I'll tell you what.

Why don't I call some of the
contacts on your phone, eh?

Ask them a few questions.

Try not to make it too
obvious that I'm police.

You might even survive the night.

How did you beat me, man?

Where's Kevin Grey?

Tell me.

OK.

You tell me where Kevin Grey is,
I'll tell you how I beat you.

He called me and he beg like a dog.

So I got him a space in a storage
crate on a ship to Greece.

It leaves Portsmouth at noon.
I don't know where he is now

but that's where he'll be tomorrow.

Now tell me, how did you beat me?

Huh?

You lied to him. He didn't have a tell.
His cheek never twitched.

- No, it didn't.
- So... How did you do it?

What are we doing with him?

He'll get out eventually.
Let's leave him in play for now.

Besides,
we've got a shiny new source for ourselves.

A guy that can fake passports and
find transport'll be in demand.

Yeah?

Our info is that Grey
will be in a storage crate

at Portsmouth docks at noon tomorrow.

We'll be there to pick him up.

What's Orwell got?

I haven't caught up with him yet.
Good work, Harry.

Harry got there first.

I'm tired of all this... talk.

I'm going to get you something you
can take to Internal Affairs. Soon.

I hope so.

When Clayton's gone,
I'm going to need somebody I can trust.

I am your eyes and ears, sir.

OK,
so there's a train at 8:36 in the morning.

Great. So, fancy some dinner? A pint?

You're going to see Ben.

- He said he needed rest.
- Yeah, that was in front of me.

Go and... tuck him in.

I can't believe I'm getting
advice on my personal life

from Harry
"Lose My House In A Card Game" Clayton.

Right. I'll see you tomorrow
morning at Waterloo then.

Alright. Just after eight, OK?

By which stage my private affairs
will be 100 per cent in order.

We're closed tonight. Out of respect.

I've got a line on Kevin Grey.

Thought I'd give you the chance to tell
me anything you know before he does.

Since we're such good friends.

- And what would I know?
- Who convinced Grey to kill Lau?

Your view of the world is very
dark and twisted, Detective.

Whoever was trying to
force Lau out got to Grey.

Lily-Anne? Someone else?

You can tell me, or Grey will.

The girl he was crazy about
was found in the Thames.

Grey blamed the guy who took her from him.

Then he just happened to try
and board a private plane

hired by Lily-Anne?

If you have a charge, why don't you
put the cuffs on me and we can cha-cha?

If not,
I have Kayleigh's funeral to arrange.

You're very welcome to attend.

If you can find the time.

Hi.

- Hello.
- Look, last night made me think.

I mean, there are a lot of problems.

We work together. I'm Hindu.

You're a... nothing.

I support Spurs, you're a bloody Gooner.

And we're both a bit,
you know, crap at emotions.

But I've decided that um...
we're going out now.

Officially. Cos I might love you a bit.

And I think you love me a bit back.

Mainly cos you're not stupid.

- OK?
- OK.

God, that was awful.

So, can I come in and get naked with you,
please?

What is it?

Hello, dear.

You must be Ben's mum.

Come in.

My little boy's got...

very bad eyesight.

A few months, he'll be b-b-b-b-blind.

Phil, stop looking at your phone.

She's m-m-m-making me fall asleep.

There's a new treatment in Prague.
NHS won't do it yet but...

I'll try anything.

So my mum's cashed in her ISA
savings to p-pay for us to go

but I g-g-9-9---

I lost n all.

I love my son so much.

But I've f-f-f-f-f...

I messed everything up again.

So that's it.

Harry...
Well, you haven't been here for a while.

Do you want to share anything?

Hello, everyone, my name is Harry
C and I'm a compulsive gambler.

I haven't placed a bet for... four days.

Hi, Harry.

You're all making me feel so old.

Didn't realize they allowed toddlers to bet.

Is there a reason you've come back?

Someone asked me a question the other day.

What if luck was something you could own?

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

Something that caused
amazing things to happen.

I'd get rid of it.

What if you couldn't?

It's mad. I know it's mad.

Harry, this is your disease talking.

Go home. Write everything down.
Winnings and losses.

You'll see exactly what this
charm of yours is costing you.

And they're Off!

One breaks well with four in second
followed by two, three and five.

One runs to the front there in the black.

Still one.

Four at the back...

“followed by two.

Thank you.

Dogs are arriving. Dogs are arriving.

One minute. One minute now.

And they're off. One breaks well,
followed by two, five and four.

And at the first bend it's one.

With six last and well off the pace.

It's still one.
Six still last and trailing by live lengths.

- I'll swap you.
- What?

- Swap tickets. I've got number one.
- Yeah. Alright. Yeah.

It's one, two and five very close.
Going on ahead now.

From two, five and...

There seems to be a problem with the hare.

The dogs are all pulling up.

Except for six.
Six goes on into the last bend.

Six enters the last straight
and six crosses the line.

Did you fix this?

No.

Due to a mechanical error, the race is void.

All bets are cancelled.
Return your slip for a refund.

Yeah, well,
you can thank your lucky stars, mate.

Harry.

- You!
- What do you think you're doing?

That bracelet's not for playing games.

- What is it for?
- You know what it is.

- You felt its power.
- Why, then? Why did you give it to me?

- To shine light on the shadows.
- What?

You have to go. Now.
We have to run. Trust me.

- Harry!
- He tried to kill me.

Harry, luck like this has a price.

Do something good with it!

Morning, Chohan.
Is that the walk of shame I see?

Please stop talking.

- Ah, young love. Remember it well.
- Shut up!

Endless hours of poetry,
baths, stubble rash...

- What train are we on? The 8:36?
- Uh-huh.

Did you collect the tickets?

Yes, Mum, got them here. 8:36.

Wait! Kevin Grey loved Kayleigh Fenchurch.

He's not gonna be on that boat.
He's gonna pay his respects.

We have to act on our information.
It's too big a risk.

He's going to be at Kayleigh's funeral.

This is our one chance at catching him.

Trust me.

This is something I wrote.

K is for krazy, the times we had together.

A is for amazing,
the memories that will live with me forever.

I is for love, which is what I felt for you.

I is for intelligent,
the jokes that made me laugh.

- G is for gorgeous...
- He's not here.

- You even looked good in the bath.
- He will be.

Hold on, I'll call you back in a second.

- Hello?
- Harry, where are you?

Just pulling into the harbor station now.

Anything happen on the journey?

No.

Listen, um... I can't really talk.

We're cutting it a bit close, timewise.

Indeed.

Well, I look forward to seeing you
when you're back at headquarters.

Come on!

This is a funeral, Detective.
Have you no shame?

You know, I thought the
authorities back home were stupid.

But not even those hairy goat-fiddlers

would be so idiotic as to expect a fugitive

to attend the funeral of his victim.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our boys and girls in blue.

What's happening now?

Nothing.

I can't believe that I didn't get
on that train. We've blown it.

It doesn't make sense.

I'm sorry.

I hate these places.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

It's... It's alright, boys.

I'm gonna get us out of here. Jesus!

Come on, get your seat belt off,
you can do it. I'll take care of Frank.

Go! Go! Go, Harry! Go! It'll be fine!

Are you OK?

I haven't been to a funeral
since I was five years old.

My brother...
My twin brother and I were in a car accident.

My mother was driving.

I was OK, I got out, but they, um...

I spent the entire service
hiding underneath a pew.

I could feel everyone looking at me,

thinking, "Maybe it's his fault."

I'm sure they weren't, Harry.

Maybe they were just wondering why
you were hiding underneath the pew.

Grey can't face the family.

Not if they thought he killed her.

Kevin. Kevin, don't.

Kevin, don't!

- Quick!
- Stop!

- You OK?
- Go!

Hey!

- Take him and give me five minutes.
- We'll need to have a drink.

Yeah, I know we will.

Alright, Steve?

- What's going on?
- Train crash, Harry.

We were meant to be on that train.

You're a lucky man, Harry Clayton.

We're getting more images coming
in from today's rail incident.

There are currently around
40 injuries reported.

No fatalities have been confirmed as yet.

15:35 on April the 3rd.
Interviewing the suspect Kevin Grey

are DI Clayton and DS Chohan.

Noting that the suspect has
agreed to be interviewed

without having a lawyer present.

- Can we hurry this up?
- Have you got somewhere to be?

Who told you that Freddie
Lau had killed Kayleigh?

Why else would you have murdered him?

You thought that Freddie had taken
the life of the woman you loved.

I know Freddie didn't do it.

- I did.
- Sorry?

I'm pleading guilty to both murders,
Your Honor.

We're not charging you for Kayleigh's murder.
Why are you lying?

Mr Grey, I'm here to represent you.

- Who are you?
- Your solicitor.

Interview suspended 15:36.

- Who sent you?
- My firm.

- What are you doing?
- My job.

Can we just be professional about this?

We're still a married couple, remember?
We both can't work on this case.

Well, then, why don't you go home?

Next, please.

How's your son?

3.80, please.

Yeah.

Here. Keep the change.

- This is thousands!
- Take it.

That treatment's expensive, right?

- I can't.
- Please.

I don't...

- I don't want charity.
- You'd be helping me.

Honestly. And it's not for you anyway.

I'm gonna come back here

and I want to see photos of your wee
lad playing football in the park.

Don't let me down.

Thank you.

What's up?

This is just between us.

It bothers me that Harry put you
both in danger to catch Grey.

Yeah, but he got him, though, didn't he?

And do you know what?
He's the only one who could have managed it.

Also, he knows that I'm proper nails so...

Idiot.

But all these risks. One day, I'm just...

How about you stop talking about
Harry when you're in bed with me?

Shall we get the iPad out
and watch Modern Family?

Do you mind if we don't? I feel a bit tired.

Ben, are you OK?

Yeah. Just need to...

- Suri.
- Harry! It's Ben! He's uh... He's...

- What?
- I've called an ambulance.

I'm on my way.

Ben, we're nearly at the hospital.