This is my mother's murder case file.
Jim Stepton!
My first case, your last. Karl Frierson brought you in.
Every time I followed something,
he blocked it.
Frierson wanted to kill it?
Nothing I could prove.
I want you to come in for questioning.
It's in connection with the murder of Luke Bangura.
You are delusional and when this farce is over,
I will make it my personal mission to have you removed from duty.
My office, detective Clayton!
- What? - Now, Clayton!
He is rotten!
A client of mine was an inmate here.
Kevin Grey?
I think you know how he died.
It was Golding.
For the last 3 years, I've been tracking a man called Golding.
I'm certain... he ordered my mother's death.
The same man that killed Freddie Lau,
the same man that wants the bracelet?
I've never been able to find out who he really is.
Yeah, I don't know how long I'm gonna be.
There's been an incident.
The traffic's backed up across the bridge.
Just keep the road.
You shout when you see him.
Help me!
- Go away! What you're doing? - Please! Help me!
Give me your phone!
Jesus Christ!
- Give me your phone, now! - No! No! Go away!
Come on, please! Please!
Over here! Help!
They're coming! They're coming!
Here he is!
Whoa, whoa! Right! That's far enough!
Don't shoot!
Someone beat him, doused him in petrol.
The spark from the taser ignited the vapour.
So the poor guy gets loose only for one of our lads to blow him up?
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500 mil of normal saline to run over 6 hours.
5 minutes.
Hello.
I'm Detective Inspector Clayton.
This is Detective Sergeant Chohan.
What's your name, son?
Dear god! Look at him.
This could be the glass they picked out of him?
Smacked with a bottle while they were beating him maybe?
I don't think so.
This is plate glass.
I'd say he went through a window.
Easy, easy, easy, son!
Easy! You're safe now.
Who were you running from?
Ggg... Go-Golding.
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It's awful!
Mum keeps being nice
and Nikhail wants to take us to the zoo.
Nikhail?
That's how I have to call him now.
That's my friend Carey.
- Hello, Carey! - Dad!
Go on, now.
Suri, any joy with legal?
Yes, the post-mortem showed he was attacked before he was tasered.
Good.
Following up on the glass fragments, I've just spoken to a glazier
who was called out to fix a broken window
in a derelict house near Albert Bridge.
-
They're worried about a broken window?
The place is a bloody wreck.
Ideal for beating though.
No-one will ever hear you scream.
Can I help you?
Zack McGinnis?
What of it?
Aggravated burglary. 7 years, White Cross prison.
Do you remember me?
Well, I got rehabilitated.
I was out in four.
And now you're a security guard.
Re-purposed for my skills.
Open up.
Does the firm know you've got a record?
I think I got straight from the White Cross outreach program.
Sent me on a course.
Gave me a uniform.
And a twitchy nervous dog.
She's a rescue.
Little pet!
I found this broken this morning.
So I called the glaziers to fix it.
Broken in or out?
Looks like someone went through it.
Gina!
Hey! Gina, come on! Wait!
I'll go with him.
I'll check outside.
Rats!
She smells rats, she's away.
What's this smell? It's petrol? What's up there?
I don't know. No-one goes up there.
They do now. Move!
No-one comes up here?
This got nothing to do with me!
I'm gonna go call my boss.
Oy! I'll make any calls. Come back.
Give that dog a bone.
Any luck with the prints?
They've cut the fingers off to take back to the lab.
I reckon they've had results from worse.
Is that him?
Yeah. Last use of the card,
3 hours before they taser him.
If we've traced the card, why do we need the prints?
Because it isn't his card. Watch this.
That's a bit OTT for a cash point mugging.
Yeah! It's a boutique bank in Mayfair
and the charge card for the cash limit of 10,000 Pounds.
The card belongs to a Miss Indira Kamal.
She's a student.
Fancy place for student digs!
You should have seen mine!
Hello!
What's this about?
We recovered a charge card in your name.
Are you aware of losing one?
Hmm. I don't think so. Maybe.
I don't keep track.
Suri...
Do you recognize this man?
His name is Anton Bugstrum.
He's from Sweden.
Who are you, sir?
Joaquin Agosto.
You're a student too.
Si. We all are.
I'm sorry to tell you but Anton is dead.
How?
We're still working on that.
Does Anton have any relatives in London?
No that I know.
Well, where did he study? Live?
Perhaps you didn't know him quite as well as you thought.
That was weird.
Yeah.
Finds out Anton's stealing from her, doesn't blink.
Is this some ransom gone wrong?
No. Kidnappers wouldn't torture their asset.
You do that for punishment or revenge.
Prints section's got a match for one of the fingers.
So our dead Swedish boy has a history of fraud and petty thefts
and his name wasn't Anton, it was Tony.
Tony from Dalston.
You can't start an action without making an official complaint.
You know the rules as well as anyone.
Rules can be bent.
I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Look, I can't go running to the authorities.
I am the authority.
Clayton is a loose cannon,
don't you have enough on him by now?
He's also an effective officer with the luck of the Devil.
You can't dislodge him that easily.
Sometimes wonder if you might be happier in a different line of work.
Don't waste your time wondering. It isn't your call.
I might surprise you.
Surprise me with one of these.
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Find a way to get rid of him.
And keep my name out of it.
Tony from Dalston.
Doesn't quite have the playboy ring to it.
Expensive taste though!
Oh dear! We've got to give him credit for aiming high!
The guy that nicked my Visa went to Nando's.
He's got fake student IDs
for every high-end college in town.
He's been Anton, Antoine, Anton, Anton... Adonis?
So he mixes with the rich foreign students by posing as one of them.
He's been Italian, Latvian, Swedish and American, whatever suits the con.
Yeah, we'll have to seal the flat and seize the contents.
Oh yeah! Anything on the laptop?
No. Password-protected.
Nice watch.
It's got an inscription.
"To Sasha."
Think that'll be useful?
-
IT guy had this for you.
Thanks.
Hum, so... what led Harry to... set his sight on the deputy-mayor?
Whatever you can tell me... doesn't have to go any further.
There's this one retired officer who used to work with Frierson.
Jim Stepton?
It all seemed to take off after Harry bumped into him.
There you go. What's that?
- A password cracker. - Alright.
The brute force algorithm on this one runs 8 million guesses a second,
so this shouldn't take too long!
Right. Anything useful?
He made films with each of his targets.
Indira Kamal, date of birth, place of birth, mother's middle name,
all the questions they ask you in bank security.
Play the video.
Ha ha ha!
Well, Indira and Joaquin! Hidden camera.
Tony filmed the women he robbed!
In flagrante, that dirty dog. I'm in the wrong job.
It's blackmail, Harry.
Think about the backgrounds some of these girls come from,
traditional values... Any hint of this gets out,
and they're on the next plane back home.
Have a look for the one called Sasha.
Harry, it's supposed to be in evidence.
Yeah. Well, there's an inscription on the back. To Sasha in friendship.
From Golding?
Oh look! There it is. There! See?
Sasha.
Oh my god!
It's Joaquin. They're a team.
Right. Joaquin suggests the girls. Tony nips in, plunders the fortune.
If the girls are anything like Indira,
they're inexperienced and unsupervised.
Yeah, and they're a long way from home.
So, do we think one of the other girls
may be angry enough to have ordered a hit?
I wouldn't rule it out.
Who's Golding, Harry?
I really don't know.
Come on, Harry. First, we hear from the guy in the hospital this morning,
then he turns up on the back of a watch.
And each time his name is mentioned,
I can practically hear your mind working the angles.
I think it's a cover name for a seriously dangerous career-criminal
operating on a lot of different fronts.
So why I'm having to prise this out of you?
Because I don't have one solid fact that I can share with you.
Hello?
Do you remember Indira's birthday from her file?
It's never that easy.
That's what I would try.
That never happens for me.
Indira?
Miss Kamal?
Suri!
They've gone down the fire escape.
I would have got you one in, but...
Not at this hour.
We don't all have the luxury of early retirement.
Your message said that you wanted to pick my brains
about the Marsland brothers.
Yeah, not strictly true.
Then... what?
Karl Frierson.
Harry Clayton came to see you, didn't he?
We bumped into each other.
Harry pulled up an old case,
the murder of Maria Alexandri.
I saw that he requested the files.
That case was reassigned to you and Karl Frierson.
Was that what he wanted to talk about?
I need to get on.
Harry has his faults...
and, believe me, he has... many.
But he has a nose for these things.
Sometimes... it's not the job,
but everything else that compromises you.
Makes you...
vulnerable.
And then, people like Frierson either become your friend...
or your enemy.
What did he make you do?
Harry was right.
There was a suspect.
The Alexandri case could have been solved.
We've got two Dalston boys
conning money out of rich foreign students.
Joaquin...
Jeff Hartley, also known as Jed,
two juvenile convictions for twocking,
with Tony as co-defendant.
Jed romances the kids. Tony sweeps the assets
with the sex tape as insurance against repercussions.
Then we come... to Sasha.
Sasha Terekhova, of Saint-Petersburg.
Tony gathers the details.
But what he should have picked up on
is her father owns the biggest
adult cable network in Eastern Europe.
And that's the respectable end of the business.
How is this for a theory?
The boys pick Sasha Terekhova as a mark,
but she is no pushover.
The Terekhova family have a London connection,
and that's Golding.
They lift Tony and torture him to give up Jed.
Tony escapes.
Golding's men are probably out on a hunt for Jed right now.
With Indira caught in the middle.
Well, all the more reason to proceed with care.
You can stop pretending.
Go ahead and cry if you want to.
I know what Anton meant to you.
Maybe later.
What's going on?
I don't understand.
We ran from the police.
You didn't even wait to find out what happened.
I lost a dear friend to an accident.
What do the details matter?
They don't send detectives out for an accident.
Anton and I... we may have annoyed some bad people.
I need to get far away from London.
You should probably get far away from me.
I'm not leaving you.
Just be honest with me.
I can survive.
Probably.
Even though I still can't access my trust fund,
not since my father... you know,
- the big argument. - I have all the money we need.
We could go abroad.
Monaco... Monte-Carlo.
Wherever you say.
Somewhere warm.
With a casino.
So, this is Sasha's London residence.
Yeah.
How we're gonna play this?
Cagily.
So don't rock the boat!
You asked for an interview with Miss Terekhova?
- You are? - A friend of her father's.
He's asked me to look after her while she's in London.
Do we have a problem?
Not from me.
Aleksandra Terekhova.
I prefer Sasha.
You're the policeman?
D.I. Clayton.
Do you recognize this?
I have one like it.
We found it in a dead boy's flat.
He and his mate made a practice of befriending rich young women and
defrauding them.
Would you know anything about that?
I don't have many friends.
My parents expect me to study.
But these boys target students.
The farther away from home, the better.
Look around, Mr Clayton. Do I seem...
vulnerable to you?
Where are you a student?
The Courtauld Institute,
to study Fine Arts.
Is this a questioning under coercion, detective Clayton,
or are we just... having a chat?
- You're well up on the law, Ms Terekhova. - Sasha.
If you've been deceived, Sasha, your parents don't need to know.
But we are investigating a murder.
So, you're not asking for my help to punish these thieves.
I think one fatal punishment is more than enough.
Well, good luck with your version of justice, detective.
Could I have my watch now?
Yeah, could you confirm it's yours?
Who is... Golding?
Perhaps I got the wrong Sasha.
Perhaps you do.
Now, will you give me a call if you have...
an epiphany?
Sure.
I'd say we've been stonewalled.
Ah, it's a text from Anna.
Should have let our own people handle this.
The point was not to put yourself at risk.
Oh! I can't...
Please, Miss Terekhova.
We value your father's friendship.
I won't deny that our men botched the job.
They'll suffer for that.
Now all I ask is to set this right.
You had your chance.
Papa can deal with the policeman.
You see? That's what I mean.
Forgive me, Sasha, but you're a long way from home.
You shove a British policeman under a bus,
and there are consequences.
Especially if that man is Harry Clayton.
You let me take care of him.
I've only got a few minutes.
- What's so urgent? Is it Daisy? - No, no, she's fine.
Listen, you know the outreach program means
I've been spending a lot of time at White Cross.
Yeah, I was aware of that.
Well, turns out you were right about the Kevin Grey suicide.
Does the name Golding mean anything to you?
Why?
I got it from one of the inmates.
I asked him how Grey died
and he said it was Golding.
- He was really scared, Harry. - OK, stop right there!
I really think I'm onto something,
I just need to get these people to trust me.
- This is incredibly dangerous, Anna. - It's not dangerous.
- Walk away from this now, please. - Harry, I'm not just doing this for you.
I understand that, but just because you're seeing Governor Julian doesn't
- mean that you can be protected. - I'm not seeing Governor Ju...
Oh, my god!
- I don't have time for your jealousy. - No, it's got nothing to do with that!
Listen to me.
It is not that!
Listen, Anna, you don't understand.
I understand perfectly well. You asked me to help and I helped.
Someone just tried to access Indira Kamal's account.
They're in a hotel.
OK, let's get to them before they get kicked out.
Right.
So, you're gonna tell me what's going on?
Golding's name came up again.
We're close, I can feel it.
He's playing too many tables, stepping on too many cracks.
I can't work like this.
- Like what? - Listen to yourself.
When you're not keeping secrets, you're talking in riddles!
It's gambler's logic, Harry.
Runs of luck and winning streaks? It's all in your mind.
No it doesn't. He's out there.
That's why we need to formulate a proper plan to catch him,
not just... chase down every hunch you get and hope for the best.
A man like this doesn't play by any hard and fast rules.
Oh my God!
What are you doing?!
Watch it!
Asshole!
- You're alright? - Yeah... yeah.
Sorry... Sorry.
It went out of control. OK?
- You're alright? - Fine.
It's OK.
Suri, it's fine.
Thanks.
What the hell was that? Why did you let go of the wheel?
The brakes locked, it was the only...
That's bullshit!
You just totally relinquished control of the vehicle.
Well, I panicked, sorry.
You knew what you were doing! You stopped me from grabbing the wheel!
Because you could have flipped us over.
- So you just left it all to chance? - Alright...
I'm driving.
Hello, Paul.
So, you're my escort for the evening, are you?
Your housekeeper wasn't even a little bit shocked.
Your mum was so lovely.
As was yours.
So...
It's been a while.
I've... been in hiding.
It's a good thing too.
You rather upset people when you gave the bracelet to the detective.
Which people specifically, Paul?
Who's Golding?
Maybe it's me.
No, we've known each other since we were children.
You can stop pretending.
I know you're afraid.
Don't protect him.
Paul,
Golding wants the bracelet.
He's going to try and kill Harry, force me to give it to him.
Harry's strong now.
Paul, you know what the bracelet can do.
If you help us, we can take him down.
Our room keys don't work.
Sort it out.
Which room is it?
The presidential suite.
I'm sorry, sir. The lady's card's been declined.
Try it again.
Do you have another means of payment?
Look, do you know who her father is?
We could buy this entire hotel and have you fired.
That would work too.
Anton had my other card.
Look, let us into the room,
we can call the bank and sort it out.
- Call someone. - Who?
Any of your friends.
We need cash.
I can't just ask my friends for money.
Fine. We stand here, then... Make the call!
Is Joaquin even your name?
Call me what you like.
We need travelling cash, or you're looking at a dead man.
- No, no, no, you don't. - Let go of her, Jed.
Don't end up like Tony, son.
Who sent the dogs on us? Was this Sasha?
You tell us.
That bitch said she knew someone.
And she wasn't kidding.
Excuse me, what's going on?
Police, stay where you are.
- Suri! - Let go of me!
- Suri? - I'm fine, go!
Jed, Jed... Thought you were supposed to be a charmer?
You're just a thug who hits women.
I can do a lot worse if you push me.
You're already in a hole.
Stop digging.
Suri?
Suri!
Suri.
You! Stay right where you are!
Fuck off!
We're in love.
No, let me! Let go of me!
Suri!
I really think you should go to hospital.
No, I'm fine.
- No, no, no... - Get in the bed.
Come on.
It's fine. It's fine.
You need to sleep.
I just need 5 minutes.
Yeah, yeah... Other foot.
Come on.
Kaleem, it's Jed.
I was wondering when I was gonna get your call.
It's all gonna beat a long good Friday for you, hasn't it?
Look, I need a couple of passports.
You're shit out of luck, son.
My passport guy is on indefinite leave.
Well, then find another!
Name the price.
Two passports and a safe way to France.
Train, boat,
plane, anything.
How can you pay?
Got me a meal ticket.
Her dad's a five times billionaire.
Indian steel magnate or some such. The point is...
she's good for it.
100...
Pounds?
Thousand.
For two bits of paper and a Channel op?
What happened to "name your price"?
Take it or leave it.
Yeah, OK.
I'll be in touch.
- Could I help you, sir? - No, I'm waiting for someone, thanks.
It's late so... I'll get to the point.
Harry Clayton.
Your friend and mine.
Everyone wants to see him taken down.
But no-one seems to be able to lay a glove on him.
You're not telling that to my boss.
Seems to think I can work miracles.
Frankly, I don't think your boss has the stomach to do what it takes.
Question is:
Do you?
Well, that depends.
What? On what's in it for you?
On where it begins and ends.
I'm looking for an honest man with honest ambitions.
But look, Det. Superintendent Winter's put the job on your shoulders.
Why do you think that is?
I'm sure you're about to tell me.
He's a careful man.
He's thinking of the inquiry when Clayton finally implodes.
Someone must be seen to have failed.
And it isn't going to be him.
I'd like to see a better man in that job.
Kaleem? Remind me?
Mr Collins, you might remember me. We have a mutual friend.
Yeah, what's it about?
You're looking for someone. He needs my help to get
some rich girl out the country.
I told him 100,000.
100,000 for two passports? Well, I like your style.
Well...
I'll tell you what, Kaleem...
You text me his number and I'll take it from there.
If Harry Clayton comes sniffing around, you tell him nothing.
You understand?
My lips are sealed, Mr Collins.
I thank you...
and my employer thanks you.
But I doubt very much Jed will want to thank you.
So, when your mother was murdered,
Frierson was the officer running the investigation.
He sat there and held my hand...
Told me he would do everything humanly possible to find her killer.
He did everything possible to shut it down.
He succeeded.
I was so new to the department... I had no idea what he was doing.
He had a rotten heart.
No wonder he needed another.
It was his kidney but... yeah.
I assumed he really got them on that.
The downside is that... he now knows that I'm onto him.
He couldn't be Golding, could he?
Hiding in plain sight?
You could say the same thing about Paul Lermontov.
And an amount of others.
That's why you have to be careful.
The bracelet may give you protection,
but no-one is invincible.
It's done a pretty good job so far.
He can't resist it.
Look, he's meeting more than half-way.
Just give him a chance, OK?
I asked for popcorn, but they only had pretzels.
Pretzels are fine.
We're having fun?
Daisy?
Of course, we are. A day in the park. What's not to like?
It's a park.
I should probably get this.
You go ahead. Come on, Daisy, let's go find the ducks.
Harry, what you're doing? It's Saturday morning.
Are you at the zoo?
No.
I'm only asking.
I just want to check that Daisy is OK.
Look, I...
We had a long talk and I explained
that I've just been working very closely with Nikhail and she shouldn't read
too much into the friendship.
You wonder she'd buy that?
So what do you reckon? Do ducks like pretzels?
Does anyone?
I'm not your enemy, Daisy.
Can't we just get along?
Is that so hard?
What's going on?
Feed the lawyer. Tuppence a bag.
Don't mind if I do.
Two teas.
Thanks, love.
Here.
Look I really think you need to go and see a doctor.
I'm fine.
Suri, you've had a serious blow to the head.
Thanks, love.
You should take some time off.
D.I. Clayton.
I wasn't entirely honest with you.
Miss Terekhova.
I want to make a statement. Can we meet?
Come to the station.
Not an official one.
Why am I not surprised?
Meet me at the marina.
OK, I'll meet you there.
Where are we going?
You're not going anywhere. You need to rest.
Here, eat up.
I'll call you later, OK?
Kaleem says he's booth number 54.
No! No more!
It's too late for that!
I'll pay you to let me go.
Yeah, with what?
I still have money.
You're the only reason I can't get to it.
Yeah, we'll discuss it on the way over.
Here we go. 54.
Well!
This is more like it.
Hello?
Come on!
How far can you go without a crew?
Stop, go, forward, back...
How hard can it be?
Kaleem, you have surpassed yourself.
How do I start this thing?
This isn't Kaleem, but it's nice to be appreciated.
Who are you?
You really don't need to know.
See a towel?
Lift it.
What's going on?
You deal with the detective and you're on your way to France.
What detective?
Miss Terekhova?
Sasha?
I knew I was being set up. What about you?
Shut up!
Where is Indira?
Here.
You're OK?
So what's the deal, Jed?
You shoot me for them and all is forgiven?
Sounds fair to me.
It's not so easy to shoot someone with a handgun, Jed,
despite what you see in the films.
Go ahead.
Take your best shot.
Stop talking!
Maybe I'll get lucky... Maybe you will.
But I should tell you,
when I get lucky,
someone always loses out.
Again!
Last chance.
Let's send Indira down and let's talk about Golding.
No!
Come on!
I've got you.
I've got you. You're good. That's it.
Come on!
Forgive me.
You've served your purpose, Jed.
I'm afraid I lied about it, doing only good though.
You're OK?
Hello, lover!
Harry, uniform have found Jed's body
at the derelict house.
Zack McGinnis.
They killed the guard as well.
It's an execution staged as suicide.
It's Golding.
He's covering his tracks.
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