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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.
_
- _ - 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!
It's alright, guys.
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 him! 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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