All language subtitles for LUCKY Man - S02 E02 - Playing with Fire (720p HDTV)

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Harry! One day, your luck
is going to run out.

I'm not lucky.

Wait. Where did you get that?

Same as you, I imagine.

Though, you don't seem to be
having half as much fun as I am.

Did you know there was
another bracelet?

- Did you know that?
- No.

About the mysterious Isabella?

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

Something like that, yeah.

It's drivel.

I can't believe it missed you.

Steve won't be running anything.

He didn't follow protocol, and as
a result, he's been reduced to

the rank of Detective Constable
with immediate effect.

It was Anna, sir.

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

and then you just ran out.

I thought I saw Golding.

I want to know what
else it can do.

I want to know everything.

"Kevin Jones-Okeyale." I
like the sound of that.

Jones-Okeyale? Okeyale-Jones.

Are you kidding me?

West-Kardashian. I rest my case.

God, yes, another 11!

Harry, come on, join me.

I thought you were going to show me
something I don't know how to do.

- Ugh.
- I've seen that movie.

Luck isn't just about
winning, you know.

Oh, really? Bore me
with what it is about.

Fortune's a river.

You don't try to control it,

you just allow yourself
to be swept along.

Until you understand that,

you'll never be able to
control the bracelet

and that's when bad
things happen, Harry.

What's the point of having
it if I can't control it?

I can't use it to do good.

Suri?

Harry, where are you? There's been
a serious assault in Vauxhall.

I'm on my way.

Harry! Harry...

Yeah.

God, you still stink of alcohol.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Then you won't need a mint.

- Thanks.
- Take two.

So this is DC Okeyale's partner?

- His fiance.
- Alright.

Whatever you need, just ask.

So what's so special about this
chap that they got me out of bed?

Heir to the Empire?

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

Oh, sorry. How's she taking it?

Uh, time is a
factor here, Ralph.

Right, of course. Single
blow to the head.

Uh, the attacker was strong,
potentially right-handed,

tall, probably male.

We couldn't get any prints off
the handle, but it's been used.

There'll be DNA.

What's that on the shoulder?
Is that a bruise?

Could he have fought back?

I don't think it's a bruise.

It's a tattoo.

It's been removed... badly.

Wham!

No, I don't think he had time
to struggle and get a bruise.

Is it consistent
with a hate crime?

Yes, but I thought
you said he was...

Oh. Ah, right.

What about me, then, Suri?

Collect CCTV in here
and from traffic.

Log every face and every car.

Come on!

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Are you enjoying this?
Punishing me?

You don't get it, do you?
This isn't about punishment.

You need to prove to us you can be trusted.
Now get the CCTV.

Jesus will forgive you!

Listen, Ade, why do you think
Kevin left the club alone?

I've asked myself
that 1000 times.

Sorry to do this, but...

Do you think he
could have been...

- Meeting someone?
- Yeah.

Guv, he wasn't that guy.
He wasn't.

- Had he fallen out with anyone?
- No.

There was that stabbing
last month in Soho.

They never caught them. And
that acid attack around here.

Guv, this is a
straight-up hate crime.

I could put a list together
of the usual scum myself.

No, we're prelimming already.

Ade, we'll look into everything.
Stay here.

- Our friend is dead!
- The wages of sin are death!

Bitch, I've had just about enough
that I can take all of you!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey!
Honour your friend peacefully.

OK, if I just say, move away.

As Reverend Huxley says, as
they sow, so shall they reap!

Alright. Listen, love, one more word out
of you, I'll nick you myself, all right?

Why are you protecting
these filthy sodomites?

Right, mate, that's it. Come
on, you go in the tank.

Oi. Oi. Bring him as well. Him!

Jesus.

Who have you arrested,
the Salvation Army?

You don't want to know.
What you got?

Sean Blake, caught loitering
outside Vauxhall Station on CCTV.

Previous for hate crime.

He's done time for trying to glass
a copper at a Britain First rally.

We actually arrested him eight
months ago for assaulting

a rival drug dealer in the
area, but he got off in court.

Bring him in.

Sure thing.

Couldn't you just text
like everyone else?

Stay away from Harry Clayton.

I mean it.

Using the bracelet has consequences.
You should know that.

I know all about consequences.

You were happy enough for Harry to use the
bracelet when it suited your purposes,

weren't you?

I'm not the one lying to Harry.

All you've done is lie, Eve.

To me.

To Harry.

Does he know you put
this on my wrist?

He doesn't, does he?

Shall we go tell him?

Shall we?

Don't.

Does he know the pain you've caused?
The deaths on your hands?

I warned you, and you
wouldn't listen.

You destroyed my life.

I won't let you destroy his.

Leave us alone.

Would you mind telling me what you
were doing between the hours of

1 and 3am the night before last?

I was ministering to lost souls.

We need you to be a
bit more specific.

I was giving soup and sandwiches to
the homeless at Vauxhall Station.

And can anyone vouch for that?

A man whose word
is beyond doubt.

Reverend Huxley.

Huxley? That's the second time
I've heard that name today.

The Reverend led me out of a
life of violence and drugs.

Is flower arranging your thing?

You don't mock a holy man.

Verily, I say unto thee.

The Reverend has a vision...
redemption for this city.

A new dawn.

You know who I blame for the
collapse of family values?

Not the homosexuals

or the bleeding-heart
liberals who pander to them.

I blame the Christians.

Yes, us. I blame us.

We have apologised for what
is written in the Bible

and the book could not be more clear.
Man shall not lie with man.

It is abomination.
Say it. It is...

Abomination!

Those who rebel against the
true path will be annihilated

- at the day of judgment, for they are...
- Abomination!

These are our streets, and
we're taking them back!

He's got his own army.

Sean Blake, a man with
a history of violence,

claims to have been with you
and members of your... church

between 1am and 3am two nights ago.
Is that true?

Well, Detective Inspector, I
am proud to vouch for Sean.

Sean has put
violence behind him.

We've all turned
our backs on sin.

The tragedy is that young
man did not do the same.

The tragedy is that he was
the victim of a hate crime.

Every weekend, young men are pulled
out of those clubs on stretchers,

veins full of street drugs,
hearts full of despair.

What are you doing about that?

We're here to lead the lost
out of the wilderness.

And if you don't mind me saying
so, Detective Inspector Harry,

you look like one of the lost

with your tired eyes and
that haunted expression.

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

Drink? Women?

Gambling?

Ah! So, you spent your
nights at the tables.

That's the devil's pact you've
made to give you succour.

If we find evidence that incriminates
Sean Blake in Kevin Jones' death,

it will implicate you in murder.

Ooh! I can see I've
touched a nerve.

You won't find a solution
to your self-loathing

in the roll of a dice, Harry.

Only God can bring
sunlight into your soul.

Men like him are the
reason I left home.

God, I'd love to
nail that bastard.

We're here if you
need us, Harry.

We don't shoot the wounded.

The solution to your pain is not at
the roulette table, Inspector Harry.

Did you know Kevin Jones?

The dead man? No.

He had a tattoo of
that cross on his arm.

Shame he didn't live by it.

He might not be dead now.

- Sex Discrimination Act?
- 1975.

And then what were the
implications for working women?

I don't have to know what it did,
I just have to know when it was.

I despair of that school.

- Bye.
- Go and teach these people something.

Where has she gone?

She was right here.

You've been following me for the
last 20 minutes. Who are you?

- You blinded me!
- Right, I'm calling the police.

- We are the police.
- What?

How long is he going to be?

Someone's on their way, Mrs.
Clayton.

- You looking for Harry?
- Yes.

I wanted to ask him why I've been
put under police protection.

It's all right, I'll take her down.
Thanks.

Just tell me, is it Golding?

We've had an unconfirmed
sighting of him in London.

Right.

Harry asked us to put a
watch on you and Daisy

until we knew either way.

- And do you?
- We're still investigating.

It's probably not him. Harry
just didn't want us...

scare you.

Well, it'd be hard to scare the
woman that got the better of

two undercover police officers

and put one in A&E.
Very impressive.

- You're the talk of the station.
- Yes, aren't I a genius?

You should have told me.

I thought you'd been
through enough.

OK?

Of course.

Anna, I was wondering
if I could have a word.

Gala at the reform club is
next week and I wondered...

If I'm out of line,
then I apologise,

but I wondered if you might
like to go together.

As a date.

Excuse me.

Or not.

What?

No...

Oh, come on!

Oh, bad luck.

It's getting late. I should go.

We have just arrived.

I have a murderer to catch.

It's Huxley. Let
someone else do it.

They don't know what I'd do. He
says he can see into my soul.

Well, I've seen into his.
It's rotten.

What does he claim
to see in yours?

I have to go.

So you solve this case,
then another one,

then another one and another
one, and then what?

The world is full of bad people.

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

It's what I do.

Work is dull. People are dull.

You and I are different.

We can step out into this night
and anything can happen,

and always in our favour.

This thing's not a toy
to be played with.

No-one's luck lasts forever.

So speaks the gambler who loves to
lose as much as he loves to win.

- I'm not that person anymore.
- No, exactly, you're not.

Pain, trouble
disaster, injury...

they have no dominion over us.

Ours is a life of
continual good fortune.

You can't know that.
Not for sure.

Oh. Jesus, Harry.

How much proof do you need?

Isabella?

Forget racetracks, casinos...

Isabella, get down.

- We can win at life...
- Please.

Over and over and over again.

Get down from there.

- You've had your share of bad luck.
- Stop it.

- And so have I.
- Isabella.

Now nothing need go wrong for
either of us ever again.

Come away from the edge, please.

Come get me.

Isabella?

Don't you get it, Harry?

We're invincible.

Whoo!

You really think this preacher

could have something to do
with Kevin Jones' murder?

Well, he's lying about not
knowing him, I'm certain.

Yeah, but that doesn't
make him a murderer.

You said he's got an alibi.

Well, he could have organised it and
provided an alibi for the killer.

So, what, one of
his congregation?

You haven't seen
his congregation.

It's not as implausible
as it sounds, sir.

His sermon was straight out
of the Old Testament...

man shall not lie with man,
abomination, hellfire.

I hate that shit.

What do you know about this Huxley guy?
Where's he from?

He set up the church
five years ago,

split from the evangelical
movement for being too radical.

Before that, he was
a psychiatrist.

Taught at several
London hospitals.

He was struck off.

Really? Why?

There was a nondisclosure
agreement.

I don't know if it was to
protect him or the hospital.

Well, I'd like to know
what he's hiding.

What's that got to do with the murder?
No, leave that for now.

Just come back with something
more concrete. Steve?

We need to get a copy of
Huxley's disciplinary hearing.

You mean the one our boss
specifically told us to leave?

- Exactly. You're getting better.
- Yeah.

- All the best. Night, Glenda.
- Bye, Rev.

Powerful message, Reverend.

- Ah... Safe home. Thanks for coming.
- Thank you so much.

How is this a hate crime?

Well, is it the same killer?

It's too early to tell.

The murder weapon's
from the same brand.

Huxley has an alibi.

You need to open out the
investigation, Harry.

I don't think I've
got the wrong guy.

If the victims are unconnected,

we could have a serial
killer on our hands.

They are connected.

Kevin Jones had a tattoo
of that cross on his arm.

I think Huxley lied when he
said he didn't know him.

Huxley's involved.

I can feel it.

You and I both know that half
of all policing is instinct.

You get a feel for a case.

Instinct won't
bring Ade justice.

Open up the investigation.

Follow the evidence.

You're letting prejudice
cloud your judgment.

Talk to the husband, Harry.

We argued.

Last thing I did
was shout at her.

Why?

I was sick of her spending all
her time with her... church.

There are worse places
to spend your time.

Huxley had some kind
of hold over her.

She thought he was
God or something.

And I didn't like the
people that went there.

Attracted all sorts.

Do you have any objection to
us taking a sample of your DNA

so we can rule you out
of our enquiries?

No, of course not.

And we need to ask you where
you were this evening.

At home with the kids.

Oh, God.

What am I going to say to them?

And if you don't
mind me saying so,

Detective Inspector Harry, you
look like one of the lost,

with your tired eyes and
that haunted expression.

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

Gambling?

I thought it was Huxley, too.

Are you sure it's not?

It might not be a hate crime,
but he knew both victims.

We don't know that for sure.

And why kill Melanie?

She was his biggest fan.

Maybe she caught him with his
hand in the collection tin?

Maybe they were
having an affair?

That's weak, Harry.
You've got nothing.

You're letting Huxley
get under your skin.

Suri?

You're meant to be at Melanie
Spencer's postmortem.

Winter's here.

Oh, bollocks!

Why's Winter here?

- I lied. I thought it might hurry you up.
- What?

We're three days into a double
murder, and we don't have any leads.

We've Huxley.

Like I said, we don't
have any leads.

You don't need me to tell you
this was a frenzied attack.

- Multiple blunt force head injuries.
- Mm-hm.

But no defensive injuries
in either case...

which sometimes indicates that the
victim was known to the killer.

You see? Not expecting
an assault from them.

So they're not
stranger killings,

but we can't find a
connection between them.

I think we can. Could you
turn her arm round, please?

Ta-da! There's your connection.
Huxley.

He has an alibi for
both killings.

Not one I'd trust.

1-8-2-2. What's that?

What?

There's numbers
around the tattoo.

Can you bring up Kevin's?

Yeah.

See? Same numbers on Kevin's.

What do they mean?

- I've no idea.
- Well, it proves Huxley was lying.

No, it's just proves Kevin
was connected to the church.

Huxley is the church.

He said he'd never met Kevin.

- OK.
- OK.

Ade, Kevin had a tattoo removed.

Do you know anything about that?

I knew he had a tattoo
removed before we met.

He said it was a mistake.

There's some numbers under it.

18-22.

Why would he have
Leviticus on his arm?

Leviticus?

Erm... Chapter 18, verse 22.
Err...

Man shall not lie with man.
It's abomination.

That's what Huxley preaches.

How do you know that?

When I came out, my parents
wouldn't accept it.

They thought I could be cured.

It's what my dad shouted at
me when he kicked me out.

Huxley was struck off the
register of psychiatrists.

Gay conversion therapy is
against their code of practice.

So Kevin joins Huxley's church,

Huxley...

tries to make him straight.

We need to find out if that's
the reason he was struck off.

Harry, wait. We need a court
order to get a copy of Huxley's

disciplinary hearing, and we
need Winter's approval for that.

Meh.

You can't get it without
Winter's approval.

Yes, I can.

What are you going to do?

I'll think of something.

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Come on.

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- _ - We have no
defence against it.

Not any of us.

Is there really anyone here who
believes themselves a match

for Satan and all his words?

Is there anyone here
with an ego that big?

Anthony Huxley, I need you to
accompany us to the station.

And why is that?

It's not a conversation you
want to have in public.

I have nothing to hide.

Anything you want to ask me, you can
do it in front of my congregation.

You'll want a solicitor
to be present.

I see into you, Harry.

I see how scared you are.

Scared you can't stop.

Scared your addiction will destroy
everything you hold dear.

This man...

is destroying his life
through gambling.

For your information,
I don't gamble.

Really?

That's clearly news
to your sergeant.

How long has it been since you've
been at the tables, Harry?

How long have you sworn off?

Waking up every day wondering
if this is the day

your willpower will break and
you'll roll the dice again.

Gamble away your
family, your career.

You know nothing about me.

Oh, I know everything
about you...

because, you see,
Harry, I was you.

I do see into you...

and you are terrified.

I'm not scared of anything.

Except the blackness
of your own soul.

Anthony Huxley, I am arresting
you on suspicion of murder...

Harry... Harry...!

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence if,

when questioned, you do not mention
something that you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say can
be used in evidence...

Sit down, Sean, or
I'll put you down.

We'll all pray for you, Harry.

Cheers.

Where's Harry?

Sir, I'm joining him
in the interview...

Why's he arrested
Anthony Huxley?

I specifically told him
to follow procedure.

We found a tangible
connection...

Are you going to spend the rest
of your life making excuses

- for his behaviour?
- I'm not making excuses for anyone.

She's telling the truth, sir.

There's a link, she
explained it to me.

Huxley's been lying to them.

Which interview room's he in?

I have indulged you, Harry,

because I feel some sympathy
for your gambling problem,

but lashing out at me
with absurd allegations

is not going to help
you face your demons.

You lied to me about not
knowing Kevin Jones.

He was a member of
your congregation.

Kevin had a tattoo on his arm
of the cross from your church.

Half of London decorate their
bodies with the cross.

The tragedy is, they don't
take it into their hearts.

Melanie Spencer, also a
member of your congregation,

had the same tattoo.

The two things these people
had in common are you.

And the fact that they were
both brutally murdered.

That's why I've been arrested?
That's it? Really?

Please tell me this
isn't all he's got?

Not quite.

"Dr. Huxley has repeatedly breached
professional rules of conduct,"

"pursuing his unethical and
damaging conversion therapy with"

"vulnerable gay clients."

No, no, no, no... that
report was confidential.

"He is..." And this
is my favourite part,

"pathological in his
hatred of gay men, and is"

"a danger to vulnerable lesbians
and gay men in the community."

I only didn't tell you that I
knew Kevin because I knew you

would jump to exactly
this conclusion.

But you did know him, didn't you?
You tried to make him straight.

At the church, after I'd stopped
practising as a psychiatrist.

There is nothing
illegal about that.

And when he refused
your offer of help,

you couldn't let
it go, could you?

You pursued him,
you murdered him.

Harry...

why would I kill Kevin?

I was the same as him.

What do you mean?

I was led out of the
darkness of homosexuality,

and so I lead others into the light.
And they, in turn, help others.

We are all sinners, Harry.

But some of us are willing to
face our demons and banish them.

Is that all? Can I go?

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

Kevin tried this therapy
with other men?

We keep our recovery
from homosexuality

by giving that
recovery to others.

Kevin was my greatest protege.

Who did he try to convert?

Members of the church. Lots of
people came to us for help.

Did he convert Melanie Spencer?

Melanie wasn't gay.

She wore the tattoo to
support her husband.

Kevin converted Robert Spencer?

Yes. Why?

It's 1:40pm, I am terminating the
interview and turning off the tape.

Take him back to the cells,
he hasn't killed anyone.

Well, that's what I've been
telling you all along.

- And I think I'm owed an apology.
- Apology?

You may not have killed
anyone physically,

but you sure as hell have
got blood on your hands.

Y... I know, I know. Just...

Orwell, bring up the CCTV
footage from the club.

I've viewed this
footage a dozen times.

If there was anything on
here, I would have seen it.

I kept asking myself, why
would Kevin leave the club?

Ade said he wouldn't
leave with someone else,

but why abandon your fiancee
on your stag night?

Right, here's Kevin Jones.

- No-one follows him out.
- No, go back, go back.

There.

Leaving ahead of him.

- Who's that?
- Melanie Spencer's husband.

- How could you miss that?
- Oh, my God.

No, Melanie Spencer was still
alive when I viewed this footage,

her husband wasn't in the frame.

We were looking for a connection
between Kevin and Melanie.

Kevin was involved in converting
gay men at the church,

Melanie's husband was a
member of that church.

Robert Spencer is
the connection.

All right, we've got officers
at all the ports and stations.

Spencer's car will light up the
ANPR like a Christmas tree if

he even indicates
onto an A road.

- He's not going to run.
- Why not?

When we first interviewed him,

he had no reservation
about giving his DNA.

No.

- So it's never been about getting away.
- So what is it about?

In his mind, he's
putting things right.

Then we need more
officers on this search.

- All right.
- Yes.

All right, uh...

- Incident room.
- Custody suite.

- Huxley's brief is asking for release?
- No.

Best keep him under
lock and key.

Who's that?

Huxley's solicitor wants him out.
I said no.

Not with Spencer on the loose.

Steve, bring up the
CCTV footage again.

I don't know how I missed that.

I checked every feed,
I logged every face.

Like you said, Spencer
wasn't on the radar

when you went through the tapes.

No, I should have checked again.
After the second death.

This is DI Clayton,
change of plan.

You can release Anthony Huxley.

You know, one day, Harry's
luck is going to run out.

You're not careful, he's going
to take you down with him.

If you spent more time
thinking about your work

and less about Harry,
you'd get better results.

He sure as hell isn't
thinking about you.

Where is he?

Harry!

Harry!

It's alright, boys.

I'm going to get us out of here.

Jesus! Come on, get your seat belts off!
You can do it, come on!

I'll take care of Frank! Go, go!

Go, run!

Go, it will be fine!
Go, Harry! Go!

This could all be
over in a moment.

You'll be at peace.

Wouldn't that be a relief?

You're right.

I deserve to die.

It'll be a relief.

I'll do you first,
and then I'll do me.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, please!

Please, stop!

I'm begging you, please!

Robert, wait.

You come any closer and
I'll slit his throat now.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no...

I know what happened, Robert.

I know why you killed Kevin.

I understand.

- You couldn't understand.
- I do.

You went to the club,

and there he was.

On his stag night.

Getting married.

The life you should have had.

- It could've been me.
- I know.

Should've been.

God, I loved him.

And all those bloody stupid
sessions, pretending to change.

When all I wanted him to do...

was hold me.

He followed you out of the club, didn't he?
He wanted to talk to you.

He said we could start again.

Start a new life.

Said it wasn't too late.

But he didn't have a
wife and two kids.

He hadn't ruined
everything because of him.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Yeah.

- Yeah, well, this is where it ends.
- No. Please, please, please, please...

No-one else is going to go
through what I went through.

Do it.

What?

Do it.

He's responsible.

For Kevin.

For Melanie.

His hypocrisy.

- His lies.
- Harry, please!

You'd be doing the
world a favour.

Ahh!

He was going to kill me!

Me!

Cut me loose, Harry.

Thank God.

Cut me loose.

Untie me, Harry.

Harry!

So, if I were to ask the custody
sergeant, "Who released Huxley?,"

would I like the answer?

- We got him, didn't we?
- Yeah, Robert Spencer, it wasn't Huxley.

- Your instincts were wrong.
- I was half right.

- Right-ish.
- No, you were lucky.

I can't talk now.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Come on, Dais, you'll miss
the start of the film.

She can't go anywhere
without eyeliner.

She's really bad at it.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, my God, Robert
Smith in the flesh.

Who?

In you get.

You sure this is a good idea?

There's nothing new on Golding.

I'm doing everything
I can, I promise.

Anyway, I wouldn't take her
out if there was any risk.

- You wouldn't take that gamble, right?
- Of course not.

- Not again, anyway.
- Oh, Jesus.

Sorry, that was low.

Go on, have fun.

I don't know what to say.

- If I could take it off...
- Don't.

- I keep trying to tell you.
- There is no magic.

You're an addict.

That's all there is.

Dad.

Yeah.

- Go on, you'll miss it.
- Anna.

Hello.

Ah, you sound tired.

Yeah, long day. This
case, you know?

The awful Huxley.

Sometimes, there's no justice.

Fortune favours the bold, Harry.

As far as I can tell, it
favours bigoted hypocrites.

You should learn to
trust in the bracelet.

Even with the bracelet,
I failed to stop him.

Why would you say that, Harry?

Luck always finds a way.

If that were true, Anthony Huxley
wouldn't be walking around.

Oh, Harry, I think
you'd be surprised.

- _ - Something
strange turned up

in the contents of his stomach.
Human flesh.

You think I did it.

You made the pies yourself?

- Get me backup, now!
- The silver bracelet on her wrist, Harry.

Do you get lucky together?

Well, she's fun, at least.

A neighbour heard screams
in the street last night.

Further investigation
led to this.

I found out who the girl
is, it's Eve Alexandri.

The cavalry have arrived.

We'd like you to help
us kill Harry Clayton.

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