All language subtitles for LUCKY Man - S02 E03 - Double Bluff (720p HDTV)

- _ - 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.

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

- and then you just ran out.
- I thought I saw Golding.

One day, Harry's luck
is going to run out.

If you spent more time
thinking about your work

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

You and I are different.
We can step

out into this night, and
anything can happen.

No one's luck lasts forever.
Get down from there.

Isabella?

We're invincible.

All you've done is lie, Eve.

Does he know you've
put this on my wrist?

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

The awful Huxley.

Sometimes there's no justice.

I think you'd be surprised.

Phone.

Finally.

You know, I almost got away.
Lots of times, actually.

Bribed the Port Authority
£15,000 to look the other way,

only for all the crossings to be
cancelled due to a freak storm.

Keeps happening, every time.

Made me realise... the bracelet
doesn't want me to go!

It won't let me. Fair enough.
I won't try anymore.

Time for something new.

- It's not a bad entrance.
- Try it. I dare you.

I rather like this suit.

It's just a bet.
Where's the harm?

I think we both know
the answer to that.

- If you want to learn, play the game.
- I've done that before.

- And?
- I made my family homeless.

Well, if you'd won, they'd
be living in a palace.

Hmm...

Your risks are what
make you great, Harry.

All right, Dr. Freud.

It's just water.

Oh, you are very bad news.

_

Harry?

Hi.

Sorry, sorry. Sorry, but
what are the chances?

Not just you seeing Harry just as
he's about to do something so...

Stupid?

Interesting. But also you being
in such handsome company.

You know, I was actually quite
nervous about meeting you, Harry.

But I suppose this has
broken the ice, eh?

- I'm amazed they let you in like that.
- Oh, Giovanni won't mind.

- Giovanni, the owner?
- He's a friend. I get around.

I'm sure you do.

- So, how long have you two been together?
- Oh, we're not together.

Not yet. He's so old-fashioned,
keeping me on tenterhooks.

Someone please shoot
me in the head.

I bet you didn't have
to wait, did you, Anna?

I'll have that gun when
you're finished with it.

So, how did you meet? Was
it fantastically romantic?

Hardly. We work together. But
I've always admired her.

You know, how she sees a case. How
she holds all the facts in her head.

And then she knows how to
present them to a jury

so that they see the story
just as she wants them to.

It's... It's really sexy.

Shit, sorry.

Look, can we just order some bloody food?
I'm starving.

How did you two meet?

Um, I was...

Yes, hello? What, now? OK.

Really?

- I'm sorry, it's my job.
- You haven't eaten.

Great to meet you, Harry.

- Hopefully next time we'll, um...
- Yeah.

- Hello.
- Victim's name's

Anthony Johnstone, 39 years
old, died last Tuesday.

Is there a bin anywhere?
I can't go in with this.

Just scoff it down!

No time to iron?

- So, Anthony...?
- Johnstone. PM was last night.

- Turns out he was killed by a blood clot.
- That's natural causes.

Something strange turned up in
the contents of his stomach.

What?

- Human flesh.
- Human?

So we may have a
cannibal on our hands.

How's that kebab going down?

No, not a cannibal.
Not in my opinion.

What about the stomach contents?

Well, this fingernail made
me suspicious, so I did

a precipitate test which confirmed
the meat is definitely human,

but there's also pork with
apple and onion, sage...

All right, Ralph. What?

I don't think Mr. Johnstone
knew what he was eating.

Did you say sage?

Oh, pastry.

If Mr. Johnstone here had
died of more obvious causes,

then we'd never have known.

Indeed, he may have done
it before, many times.

I'm sorry, done what?

Eaten a pie.

_

Thank you. I'll get you...

Two pence.

Human remains? Well,
we'd never...

Mr. Johnstone's wife said he visited
your stall most days. This is him.

Oh, yeah. Big fan of
the pork and sage.

A bit snooty about the
lamb and beetroot, though.

Not an adventurous
type, you know?

- You think I did it.
- You made the pies yourself?

W-What kind of sick pervert
do your think I am?

The only thing I add
to these pies is love.

Where do you get your meat?

Not some common supermarket,
thank you very much.

- I put my heart into each and every pie.
- So, where do you get your meat?

- Smithfield Market, of course.
- Which butcher, which stall?

I don't have a regular supplier.
I like to sniff out a bargain.

I'm ruined. Human
meat in my pies?

Well, it can't be her. She doesn't
look like a Mrs. Lovett, does she?

- A who?
- You know. Sweeney Todd, the musical?

The Demon Barber
of Fleet Street.

You sing a bit. I'll
see if I remember.

- If you think I'm falling for that...
- Harry. Suri.

A neighbour heard screams
in the street last night.

Further investigation
led to this.

We haven't ID'd the woman yet.

She looks familiar.

Now, the plates are false,
obviously, but then we found this.

We managed to clean
up the image.

You don't see anything until
he turns around and it's only

for a split second.

- Oh, my God.
- Golding. That's Golding.

- Oh, no.
- Get a squad car to Anna's chambers now.

He's smiling. That's
not a man on the run.

DI Clayton.

I've just had the call
from Daisy's school.

She's safe, she's
been brought here.

No, they can take her home.
I'll meet her there.

OK.

I've got officers on the door day
and night, I've got a panic alarm

being fitted, we've got plainclothes
at the end of the street.

I know. It's all been explained.
I can't work here.

Your officers are
scaring off my clients.

I could take you both home.

Explain it all to Daisy.

Right, can you wait by the car, please?
Thank you.

Look, I know you'll catch him.

You're a brilliant
cop, if nothing else.

And I'll get Daisy to court,
it's good she hears it from you.

- Thank you.
- Why is he back?

I thought you said he'd want to keep
as far away from us as possible.

- I'll tell you when I catch him.
- Well, I'm glad you're so confident.

You've got luck on your
side, haven't you?

I saw the bracelet on her wrist, Harry.
Just like yours.

Does she get you, is that it?
Do you get lucky together?

Well, she's fun, at least.

I'll find him. I'll catch him.

Good luck.

Nikhail Julian. Better
known as Golding.

He's guilty of multiple murder,
kidnapping, extortion,

and blackmail.

He exploited his role as prison
governor to build a criminal empire.

Well, this is our chance
to put him away for good.

We can track the van using CCTV. How
far have we got on that, anyone?

And we'll need to go back
to the original witness.

Find out exactly what she heard.

- What?
- You can't be working on this case, Harry.

Not with your personal history.

- My history? What about yours?
- When we put him on trial,

the defence will rip holes in
our case if you're involved.

- You know that.
- I promised Anna.

- Who's running it now?
- I am.

- I'll keep you informed at every stage.
- What am I supposed to do?!

Got a DNA match on the meat found in Mr.
Johnstone's stomach.

What?

The human remains. We
know who they belong to.

Are you kidding me?

Had to hire a pool car, huh?
Sexy.

So. What have we got?

The human remains found in.

Mr. Johnstone's stomach belong
to a man named Adam Sykes.

This is his house. Neighbours
haven't seen him for a week.

Adam Sykes. Yeah, I knew him.
Forger.

Apparently, it was a fluke
we were able to get the DNA.

Normally, when meat's cooked and
digested, you don't get anything,

so... That was lucky, eh?

Police! Stay where you are.

Let's go. Police!

Listen, I get you don't
want to be here.

I'm not thrilled to be
working under you either.

- That's your fault.
- Stay where you are!

All right, so you're
not responsible for

any of the shit that's
going down right now?

Anything?

We've got incomplete passports,
false tax returns, gas bills...

Everything you need to
set up a new identity.

But no forger.

No sign of a struggle, either.
So he was killed somewhere else.

Maybe.

The last time I caught Sykes,
he was trying to flog forged

bare bonds to Russian undergraduates
from Imperial College.

When we nabbed him, his
hands were covered in ink,

his shirt was covered
in his breakfast.

This place doesn't...

Can we get some Luminol
and UV lights in here?

Good.

- Again, please. Once more.
- You heard the DI.

Wait, go back. There.

Blood. Give me that.

Well, if he was killed her, it
wouldn't be a single speck.

- There'd be blood spatter and...
- And there.

And there. Fshhh!

- Arterial spray.
- Yeah.

- Some job cleaning that up, eh?
- Professional.

The meat for the pies.
Where did she buy it?

Smithfield.

Right. Where do we start?

Well, if she had no regular
supplier, and always paid cash...

You do know we've had police
here searching already, yeah?

Find the bloke that
sold her the mince,

we're one step closer
to the killer.

Brilliant.

Right, I'll start down this end.
And I'll see you in a month.

Hello.

- I can't help you.
- Well, I haven't asked yet.

I might be looking for 40
kilos of lambs' brains.

You're a cop.

Wouldn't get anything out of anyone here.
That's how it is.

- And how do you know I'm a cop?
- The way you talk. The way you walked in.

Takes a certain type of
person to recognise a cop.

Normally, someone who's
been in trouble.

Some knife. Bet it's sharp.

- It can cut straight through the bone.
- Really? Even human bone?

I heard a story about some poor
bloke, had his arm cut clean off.

How did that happen?

Didn't look where he
was going, so I heard.

- Do you mind? That's unhygienic.
- Sorry.

- We need some more, mate.
- I'll see you, Jim.

So what do you use to keep
it all so spick and span?

Why do you care?

Oh, I'm just
interested, you know?

Must be a lot of blood
that needs cleaning up.

I just wonder what you use to

make sure there's no trace
of anything left behind.

Solarvac cleaner? Amphesine?

- Where do you keep it?
- In my van.

Oh, I fancy taking
a peek at that.

- Bet it's spotless, too.
- Yeah, it is.

Come on, then. It's this way.

Backup. Get me backup, now.

Harry, are you here?

Harry?

Who is it? Who we looking for?

Needle in a haystack, Harry.

Al, Any luck?

- We found his van.
- Where?

- Look at the plates.
- What?

It's the van Golding was in.

Looks to me like Golding's
taken him under his wing,

protected him and used
him for his skills.

He kills his victims, he butchers
them, and they end up in pies.

So the woman he abducted...

We need to find her, fast.

These cases are
linked now, Harry.

What, you're saying I can't
work on either case?

I think Sykes was providing
a new identity for Golding,

and once Golding got it, he got
rid of Sykes to cover his tracks.

OK, stop.

What we don't know is why Golding
didn't use that identity to escape.

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

- Golding killed her mother, right?
- Yeah.

Wait, Harry, you-you knew her.
Why would Golding take her?

I don't know.

All right, Suri, dig out everything
else you can find on Miss Alexandri.

Harry.

I'm fine, I'm going home,
I'm not getting involved.

You knew who she was
before I worked it out.

You knew, and you
didn't say, did you?

Oh, my God, I can't believe it.
We're back here again!

You doing stuff you shouldn't be,
and me having to cover it up.

Suri, if I knew anything
else, I'd tell you.

Ever since she turned up and you
started wearing that bracelet.

What, this? I've had it for ages.
Richard gave it to me as a present.

Ever since then,
you've been odd.

And by the way, it looks
really stupid on you.

Suri, please.

Why has he taken her? It's
me asking, not Winter.

Tell me so I can find her!

It's me, Harry.

Hi. Been a while.

If you're here about your man
Golding, it's a wasted trip.

- They already told me.
- I wanted you to hear it from me.

- Well, you're too late.
- Come on, Rich, I did what you asked.

I've kept my distance.

- And yet, here you are.
- Cos I miss you.

I miss my brother.

Look, maybe when this is over and we
catch him, we can go out for a pint?

Just like that?

Well, I'd be buying, obviously.

Rich...

You sounded so
stressed on the phone,

I thought you'd appreciate a
more soothing environment.

I haven't had a chance to thank you
for your performance with my wife.

Wasn't that hilarious? She's
gorgeous, by the way.

You set all that up?

I think you're meant to say,
"But not as gorgeous as you."

You did. Jesus.

I just wanted to see
how you were with her.

I'd like to know what's
stopping you from kissing me.

My torch has been kidnapped.
Golding's involved.

I don't know why, but I've
been kicked off the case,

so I'm on my own without any
resources, and I have to find her.

Isabella.

I don't care. Neither would you
if you knew who she really was.

What?

Eve is my torch too.

Yes, she's known about me
and the bracelet all along.

Now, why didn't she tell you?

I, err...

I don't know why.

I had two children, Harry.

Two beautiful baby girls.

And she's the reason I lost them.
Dead because of her.

- Jesus, what happened?
- Don't.

Forget about her.

- What happened?
- No, don't.

Isabella. She's my only
way to find Golding.

To keep Anna and Daisy safe.

- So do it.
- No, I can't without you.

The man who caught Eve
cuts people to pieces.

Good.

That selfish little bitch
has sabotaged your life.

- Right now, I don't care.
- But you will.

Please help me.

No.

- You'd do the same if it was Daisy.
- Jesus.

You'd do worse.

- Stay away from me.
- I'm trying to save you.

Stay away from me.

Boss.

- You said you'd be careful.
- I was. I was meticulous.

- I don't know how he found me.
- You never know.

That's the thing,
the bloody thing.

Now he knows you, we'll
never catch him.

I'll be more careful next time.

It can't work, unless
we catch him unawares.

That was the only way to get him back here.
Don't attack him.

Just put him in that and
wait for him to die.

It was the only way,
the only bloody way.

No. Just chop his head off.

I keep telling you,
you can't, you...

don't know anything.

It's over.

Right. Change of plan.

- What, because of some bloody bracelet?
- Forget about the bracelet.

Forget about Harry. We
need to cover our tracks.

Right. Kill her, get
rid of the body.

- No, wait. Wait.
- And no traces.

I'll pay you after it's done.

- Stop!
- Then you're on your own.

I can help you. I can
help you beat Harry.

- No, you can't.
- Yes, I can.

There's a second bracelet and I
know the woman who wears it.

She's stronger than he is.

- No. No!
- Wait.

If you get her on your side, you
can do anything you want to him.

Just tell him to put down
the bloody knife. Yeah?

Suri, how do you suppose Harry
just found the butcher?

- I'm working.
- Cos I was watching him.

He didn't do anything I wouldn't
have done, but it's always him.

- He's always the one.
- Steve...

- Hmm?
- I'm working.

Uhh!

What've you got?

Last year, we froze Golding's
bank accounts, assets, et cetera.

But he's obviously still got
access to money somehow.

Exactly. So I've used the facial
recognition software on cashpoints

and got some hits.

But the software's unreliable,

so I'm hunting down guys that look
like Golding, but aren't him.

It's a wild goose chase.

No, not necessarily. Your
search is just too narrow.

You want to find Golding,
you've got to look bigger.

Well, you're not here to
preach the gospel, are you?

Not quite.

We're here to ask for your
help, Isabella Augustin.

Goodness. They know my name.
I'm ruined.

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

May I see it?

Come get it, if you think
you're hard enough.

Eve says you've been
wearing it for ten years.

Says you can summon luck like
it's your own personal genie.

Eve talks too much.

And she gave the bracelet
to the wrong man.

I was always meant to
have that bracelet,

and I would have done so much more
with it than Harry ever could.

I think he's growing
into it quite nicely.

No.

His mind's too tidy.

Too black and white.

I think his mind is a little
darker than you realise.

And he's good for me.

If what Eve told me is right...

You'd do well not to
mention that girl again.

When Harry learns about your
predilections, he'll come after you.

He'll hunt you down, and however
brilliant you may be, he will win.

But not me. I would
never stop you.

I think Harry's falling for me.

And I think he'll love me in
time, whatever my faults.

He'll only ever love one woman.

So what do you want?

You help me get the
bracelet off Harry,

I get Eve to put it
on me, and then...

whatever you want.

- You'll kill him?
- Of course.

- And I could kill Eve, too, if you like.
- No.

I want to do that.

_

_

When my girls died,
my body seized up.

Grief grabbed me, choked me.

I'd be walking down a road
and see a child, and...

My legs would give way.

I thought at least the
pain would one day pass.

In a way, it has
got better, but...

Some days, I wake and it's

a good minute before
I think of them.

Then I think of Eve...

But I'll help.

Because it's you.

It's all I've got.

Help me find her. Please.

It's killing me.

As you wish.

You used the cashpoints to find
Golding, I then linked them

with mobile phones being
used in the area.

That gives us 340 matches.

We then ruled out any mobile phones
not paid for by cash or using

pay-as-you-go contracts.

- That brings us down to the three.
- The three.

One of which is currently
being driven up the M1.

Motorway cameras showed that to be
driven by a 29-year-old female.

Another one was
dropped down a toilet

in a nightclub last night by
a teenager named Aaron Holt.

And that leaves one.

It's got to be Golding.
It's got to be Golding.

We just need him to turn
his bloody phone on.

And then we've got him.

- You're a good cop...
- Mm-hm.

- For a wally.
- First of all, who says "wally" anymore?

Secondly, ditto.

Even though I'm sure you'd
be a nightmare girlfriend.

'Scuse me?

Well, with your backhanded
compliments all day, everyday,

I pity the... wally.

Shut up.

I think we're near. The
bracelets will lead us.

_

We've got him.

Let's go.

Target located.
We need SO19 now.

So, luck brings us here.

- You're sure?
- I think so.

This is the place.

_

We've found him.

Yes, we have. Well
done, darling.

Are you ready yet?

I just want to cut his
arm off with one slice.

Well, I'm done waiting.
Let's go.

Right. In a minute, my friend here
is going to cut off Harry's arm

thanks to Isabella and
your introduction.

Now, Harry might die of shock.

More likely blood
loss, actually.

Either way, once he's gone, you
will give me the bracelet, right?

Eve, do you understand me?

Oh, dear.

Isabella, why?

Oh. You were getting boring.

And still in love with your wife.
I get jealous.

Do it.

And I was starting to like you.
That can be dangerous.

It's much safer to
feel nothing at all.

At least with Golding, I won't
have to worry about that.

Oh, please.

Did you really think I would choose
you over my lovely Harry Clayton?

Ahh!

You bastard!

Eve!

Bastard!

It's what you've always wanted.

Eve, don't.

- All my life. All my life, Harry.
- I know, but you can't.

- Watch me.
- No, Eve!

I will come after
you, I will find you,

and I will put you in
prison where he should be.

- Then I'll kill you too.
- No, you won't. Put him away.

- Make his pain last.
- I dreamed of this.

I know, but we're not monsters, Eve.
There's no way back if you do this.

Please.

So I got him. Golding.
As I promised.

You have to start trusting me.
You have to.

No, you don't.

- Harry, she'll hurt you.
- You just betrayed him.

- He was going to kill me.
- He knows you're my torch.

He knows all the lies you told.

Harry, I promise.

- You've got Golding. Please leave.
- Harry, I...

She's right.

You got what you want from me.
The police will be here soon.

Come find me. Trust me.

This is the end.

Yes.

An ex-prison governor
behind bars?

They're going to do
terrible things to you.

Harry! Harry, I'll give you £1 million.
£1 million. Just let me go.

- Smile!
- Harry! Harry, £2 million. Harry,

- £2... £3 million! £5 million!
- Harry!

Anna, we got him.

Yeah, it's over. Oh, sorry.

The cavalry have arrived.

Harry, what are you doing here?

What took you so long?

Still a lot of questions.

You shouldn't have been
anywhere near him.

I was just out for a wee dander.

Yeah, you've already given me
that utterly implausible story.

I was worried when I heard
you'd found him first.

I thought you might do something stupid.
I'm glad you proved me wrong.

- Thank you.
- Bet Anna's relieved.

Sure she is.

- I'm trying not to interfere.
- Right.

- So I-I'm no expert on your personal life.
- Alistair, I make her unhappy.

No, you don't.

I saw that last
time she was here,

the way she still looks
at you, God knows why.

So you're not interfering?
Meanwhile, what's she doing?

Tonight, I believe she's at a
ball with her new boyfriend.

And you're doing what?
Sitting here?

You fool. Go. Now.

Win her back.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.
That's all I do.

- _ - A prototype driverless car

went out of control and
drove into the water.

Could someone have hacked
the operating system?

If Winter found out that
you'd stolen evidence...

- You want to be transferred?
- I'm not trusted.

Harry!

- This bracelet will drag him down.
- I won't let it.

You have a chance, as long as
you stay away from Isabella.

You're on something, and I'm
not the only one to notice.

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