Stan Lee's Lucky Man (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - Run Rabbit Run - full transcript

Harry returns to London and sets out to prove his innocence, but on the run from the police he is faced with the stark choice of heading into the criminal underworld and joining those he once hunted.

[VEHICLE BEEPING]

[BLOWTORCH]

[HARRY GRUNTS]

Oi! What do you
think you're doing?

Hi, I can explain.

[GUNSHOT]

Go!

- [GUNSHOT]
- Jesus!

[BULLET HITS ROD]

[GROANS]

[ROD CLANKING]



Security's a bit
tighter than I thought.

- I can't get the gun.
- Come on.

Go! Go!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Come on, Harry!

Put this on.

Let's go!

[HARRY] Come on. Make it...

[TRUCK HORN HONKS]

[TYRES SCREECHING]

♪ Fortune is a fickle friend ♪

♪ Here today, and
then, gone again ♪

♪ A good time girl,
when it hurts ♪

♪ Is nowhere to be found ♪



♪ Ha. Ha. Ha.
Ha, she's laughing in your face ♪

♪ When you think that
you've got it made ♪

♪ Patient with your life now,
careful with your pride ♪

♪ Hold tight,
this could be a wild ride ♪

♪ It could be a late night ♪

♪ Who is gonna end up as the underdog
and who's gonna be the lucky one? ♪

So, your man with the Snake Hand
tattoo back there, he's one of Blake's.

And Blake won't stop till
he gets your bracelet.

Good. Keeps him close. Gives me a better
chance at getting the other one back.

We still have no idea what
damage he's done to yours.

That mark, that line,
never known it to happen before.

- He shot you, Harry.
- Yeah, but, little Miss Sunshine,

I survived.

So, what have we?

Charles Meek, Operations clerk.
Hawksmoor Import-Export Agency.

A fiver, brilliant.

Oh. A pass card. See?
I'm still charmed.

Hawksmoor.
What has that got to do with Blake?

Thanks, Eve, putting up with
me, it can't have been easy.

What part? The pacing, the
snoring, not to mention the...

Hey, what happens in the
hold stays in the hold.

You gonna be okay?

Uh, sure, who better than a policeman
would know what not to do on the run?

Stay in touch.
And ditch the bike.

Spoilsport.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE REVS]

[PHONE VIBRATING]

[EXHALES]

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[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Cheers.

- Okay.
- Thanks.

She lets you call her Suribear?

She told me you'd been shot.

Come here, you sack of shit.

[GROANS]

- Sorry.
- No, it's all right.

It's all right.

Three weeks in a shipping
container, eating dried squid...

About that, about... everything.

How come you went to Hong Kong
a cop and came back a fugitive?

Suri says they have video
evidence that you killed Isabella.

Well, that's where you come in.
I need to see the footage for myself.

Oh, no, no, no... I am already on very
thin ice [STAMMERS] thanks to you.

I didn't kill Isabella.

She turned the gun I
was holding on herself.

I need you to believe me, Rich.

Yeah, 'course I do... but...

Rich, I want to see
my daughter grow up.

This is my last chance
to get my family back.

But I need to clear
my name first.

I've gotta go.

Keep my new number safe.

I'll file it under
"Pain in the Arse."

No, it's too obvious.

Erm... look...

I need to lie low for a bit.
Have you got any cash?

I'm skint, you know...
Not for long.

Take this, it's all I've got.

Thanks.

[STAMMERS]

I owe you.

DI Chohan. What have we got?

Security guard, estimated muzzle
to target distance about 30 feet.

- Mm-hmm.
- And then, we have the suit here.

Shot in the head with
a 9mm semi-automatic

which was found nearby.
No wallets and no ID as yet.

Interesting.

Sorry, ma'am?

W-We've got a tip-off from MI6

that Harry Clayton and Eve
Alexandri left Hong Kong

three weeks ago and in a
shipping container, no less.

Has he been in touch?

No.

He did dive into shark-infested
waters to escape me, ma'am.

I did everything I
could to bring him in.

I don't doubt that for a second.

- Why is MI6 involved?
- [PHONE RINGING]

Hm.

- DI Chohan.
- Suri? Can you talk?

Um, I should... get this.

You survived?

You have to give yourself up.

If you're innocent,
we can sort this out.

I'm not asking you to believe me
without proof, we're past that.

Find Samuel Blake,
the man who tried to kill me in Hong Kong.

Check out Hawksmoor Import-Export
Agency, they may be connected.

Just be the cop
I know you to be.

Come on.

Morning.

Pung!

Gong!

Mah-jong!

[GRAY] So...

CCTV from the docks
shows three people.

Clayton and Eve,
followed by this Chinese guy.

And we've been looking
for Samuel Blake,

the guy who attacked
Harry in Hong Kong.

Um, no luck as yet.

Okay, what have we got on
the two bodies at the port?

Uh... yeah. So Rita Baxter,
Gateway security guard, 47.

Killed with a
bullet from a 19mm.

And Charles Meek, 36.

Now working as a clerk at
Hawksmoor Import-Export Agency.

Um... yeah, well,
we can check that out.

[ORWELL] There was actually
a 9mm found next to his body

with one set of prints on
it, his.

Mah-jong, again!

[CANTONESE] _

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[MAN] Detective Inspector Harry Clayton...
on the run!

Oi. How the mighty have fallen.

- How the tables have turned.
- You'll be wearing a table in a minute.

I need a shower, shave and a...

fake ID.

Sure, Harry, I can get you a new
passport, anything you want.

Do you know anything about triads
with snake tattoos on their hands?

Don't fuck with them, Harry.

Snake Hands traffic heroin.

Do you know who their boss is?

No. But I know some
of their dealers.

How much to take
me to one of them?

There isn't enough danger
money in the world.

OK. I'll find
another pimp to help.

How much more have you got?

[GRAY] Last sighting of them
is heading across Tower Bridge.

And we've got to move fast
before anyone else gets killed.

There's no actual footage of Harry
shooting anyone at the docks, ma'am.

[GRAY] Still,
this has Clayton's MO all over it.

Teflon Man creates carnage, and then,
walks away unscathed, yet again.

Not just Harry,
Eve Alexandri was there too.

She's also a murder
suspect on the run.

[GRAY] Then,
our priority is to bring them both in.

Where would you go?
Who would you turn to?

You still shagging
his fit brother?

What? No.

Because it's...
professional conflict of interest.

I think we can ditch
protocol just this once.

Talk to him.
Maybe he's still carrying a torch.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[PHONE RINGING]

DS Orwell?

Watch DI Chohan.

She's the one person Harry
Clayton might try and reach.

They were very close,
he won't hesitate to exploit that.

Not necessary, ma'am.

I've known Suri...
DI Chohan for many years.

Her integrity is...
unquestionable.

You seem as loyal to her
as she is to her mentor.

What I've learned that
the strength of a team

lies in its loyalty
to each other.

Not when that loyalty is blind.

Clayton is her weak spot.

I hope DI Chohan isn't yours.

Ma'am.

Don't do anything stupid, Harry.

The Snake Hands are connected.

That's what I'm betting on.

They work for the
guy that set me up.

I'm gonna find him.

[HARRY] I was looking to buy.

I don't do walk-ins.

[HARRY] I'll make
it worth your while.

My mate said your gear was good.
Pure as snow.

You want to try before you buy?

Well, it's a bit early for me.

Think I can't smell a
cop a mile off, hmm?

[SNIFFS]

You're way too clean.

Now, get the fuck out of here.

Okay, I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

[GROANS]

[SHOUTS]

[GASPS]

Is that dirty enough for you?

Who supplies you,
is it the Snake Hands?

Tell me or I will
slit your throat.

Do you know a Samuel Blake?

A Turkish guy.
I don't know his name.

- [HARRY] Where do you meet?
- Different locations.

- Where?
- Clerkenwell.

They ring every third week.
That's all I know.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

[PANTING]

I should go in alone.

- You sure?
- Mm-hmm.

Men can act pretty strange
when they've been dumped.

- So I'm told.
- He doesn't know that yet.

[KNOCKS]

[RICH] Nice to see you.

Sorry, work. It's been busy.

You said.

Still missed you, though.

This visit, it's about Harry.

Really? Oh...

I got these for you.

Um, allergies, sorry.

Oh. Yeah.

Sorry.

So...

- He's not contacted you?
- Me? No.

I hope that's the
truth, Rich, because...

I can't be with a man who's aiding
and abetting a murder suspect.

- Harry's not a killer.
- We have filmed evidence, Rich.

Yeah.

Until I see it
with my own eyes...

I have to believe
that he's innocent.

I so shouldn't be doing this,
so don't breathe a word.

We seconded all
the CCTV footage.

[TAPPING KEYBOARD]

See for yourself.

I'm just gonna pop
to the bathroom.

[DOOR OPENS]

Sorry to have to do that to you.

How could he do such a thing?

All I know is Harry is in some deep
shit, way over his head.

He needs our protection.

Whatever he's done,
I still care about him.

That's what I love about you.

I didn't say that.

I shouldn't be doing this.

[SURI] Anything on Hawksmoor?

It's a reputable
import-export agency.

Owned by a conglomerate.

They have no idea what Charles
Meek could have been involved in.

How'd Rich take it?

I didn't tell him.
As Gray said, best to keep him on side.

But I did put a
tracker on his phone.

Your lipstick's smudged.

So this kid can
make me a passport?

Sure.

Is he a Mason?

The kid's not right in the head.

It's okay.
The drugs keep him calm.

Shoes off, please.

[CAMERA FLASHES]

What's a bright kid like you
doing breaking the law, Bobby?

No questions, part of the deal.

£200, £20 notes only.

Yeah.

20, 40, 60, 80. 1.
20, 40, 60, 80.

Two. All there.

Thank you.

He has to count it six times.

You know, you're still young
enough to turn your life around.

You have to leave now.

Or it won't be good.

- I'm just saying...
- Now, please!

Ah.

Okay, son.

[BABBLING]

[PHONE RINGING]

- Rich.
- [RICH] Yeah, I got the footage.

Thanks.

- I saw it, Harry.
- Suri showed it to you?

Well she didn't want to,
but I managed to talk her around.

- She even left the room.
- [HARRY] She did what?

Eyes on target.

Old school,
just in case your signal fails.

Okay, I see you, Rich.

Listen. They'll be tracking your
phone, you're gonna have to ditch it.

Do exactly what I say.

What's going on, Harry?

Just keep walking.

So you're okay with this, yeah?

Okay with what?

Well... Doing this to Rich.

It's not getting a
bit personal for you?

It's not gonna stop
me doing my job.

I've lost him.

I've still got him.

Oh, he's turned around.
He's coming this way. Quick, in here.

Tracker, one.
Old-School Orwell, nil.

I think your promotion's
gone to your head.

He should be... right here.

Excuse me, madam, can you open your
bag, please? Police.

What have I done?

Shit!

- You owe me a new phone.
- Uh-huh...

- It's pretty damning.
- That's why I need to see it for myself.

[SIGHS]

Here.

- You don't think I did it. Do you?
- No.

I trust you, but I understand
why no one else would.

Where you gonna stay?

Uh, I'll find somewhere.

You need to make up with Suri.

She deserves to be
happy, you both do.

Yeah,
I think that ship has sailed.

Ah... Try the old Clayton charm.

Worked out well for you, I see.

Hey... Watch out, Harry.

Thanks for believing in me.

Please, [STUTTERING] your
shoes, my floors, and...

[SHOUTS]

What did Harry Clayton want?

[STAMMERS] Driver's
licence, fake passport!

If he comes back, you call me.

0770-0900726.

[STIFLED SCREAM]

- Write it down.
- 0770-0900726.

[BABBLING]

[PANTING]

[CRIES]

[GIRL LAUGHS] Come on, Daddy.
Hurry up.

[DISTANT LAUGHTER]

Come on.

[WOMAN] Oh,
we are going to miss the plane.

[MAN] Oh, no,
we're all checked in.

- [WOMAN] You take this lot.
- [MAN] I'm just going to lock up.

[GIRL] Mum, put it here.

[HARRY] Eve.

Nice place, Harry.

It's like our old
container got a makeover.

It's a short-term let.

Watch.

- It looks so real.
- Yeah, no wonder Suri's head is so fried.

- It's Blake.
- How the hell did he get the footage?

Madame Cheung said...

now he has the other bracelet,
he has the power to destroy you.

He is your shadow.

He won't win.

Not if I can prove
this has been doctored.

So, I need your help,
I'm being framed for murder.

It's a long story, but...

Sorry, I can't get involved.

Do your parents
know where you are?

No.

No, they fuss.
They don't get it.

They don't live with the noise.

Does the gear stop the noise?

You don't understand.

It starts as a craving,
becomes a compulsion.

Soon, your tolerance
demands higher stakes, hmm?

Gambling.

That was, um, that is my...
poison.

Whatever.

- I've hurt a lot of people.
- I'm not hurting anyone.

I lost my family.

I wouldn't wish that on anybody.

- Can you get them back?
- I'll die trying.

Who framed you?

A very bad man
called Samuel Blake.

He works with the
Snake Hand triads.

Coiled snake, right hand. A...

Chinese man came
here looking for you.

Shit, um...

Sorry, forget it, Bobby.

The damage is done,
whether I help you or not.

I'll see what I can do.

OK, but not here,
you come with me.

Mm-mm. No, I can't
leave, you can't stay.

Okay. But don't answer
the door unless it's me.

And, Bobby, you call me
if anything happens, okay?

Okay.

Thank you.

[STAIR CREAKS]

That not bother you?

No.

But now you have to
do it five more times.

You can.

Charles Meek, what you got?

[BEEPS]

[BOBBY] A section of this
video has been omitted.

The footage has been doctored
using insert editing.

They've composited the time-date
stamp with the original

onto the falsified footage.

Special equipment...

can detect traces of the
original, proving this to be fake.

I've extracted the
code, Harry...

in order to show hidden files.

This should put
you in the clear.

[BANGING]

Yeah...

1:00pm, Dorset Rise...

Clerkenwell.

Yeah, all right. Got it.

[BLAKE] Is that
the next shipment?

[MAN] Yes, boss.
It's all sorted.

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

Hi, this is me, leave a message.

- Harry.
- [BANGING]

I won't let them get
away with your murder.

Don't let them get
away with mine.

I've nailed down...

what doesn't bother me.

So, Blake, the Turkish Snake
Hand, the dealer talked about.

They meet at Clerkenwell.

So Blake's using his
business to traffic heroin.

We get evidence of that,
expose him, we put him away.

- [KNOCKING]
- [GIRL] Breakfast, Bobby...

Hello!

Pizza time!

Bobby?

[SCREAMS]

Harry, I just got a call.
It's Bobby, he's been killed.

Suffocated.

Listen, Kalim,
stay where you are.

Harry,
the drug dealer's disappeared.

I could be next,
please get here quick.

I should never have got him involved.
I'm on my way.

Harry... I won't let them
get away with your murder.

Don't let them get
away with mine.

[KALIM] Yes, bring it...

Come on.

- My phone.
- No. No. No. No time for that.

Now, listen, I'll send you money from...
wherever I end up.

Oi! You looking for me?

[BREATHING HARD]

[GROANS]

[SHOUTS]

[GRUNTS]

[BOLT, SCREAMS]

[GRAY] Bobby Hayes, 19,
specialised in fake documentation.

Luckily for us,
he installed a hidden camera in the hall.

Last two visitors...

Harry Clayton, enters 16:33,
leaves nine minutes later...

and then at 22:05.

- It's the guy from the port.
- Hmm.

- Still on Harry's trail.
- [PHONE VIBRATING]

Excuse me.

DSI Gray...

Where?

Okay.

Reports of gunfire off Frith
Street, Soho.

Chinese man chasing a white guy.

Do you work for Samuel Blake?

The mood I am in now,
I am far scarier than he is.

Did you kill Bobby Hayes?

Do you even know the names
of the people you kill?

[MAN] He died because of you.

I'm no killer...

Yet.

I've no choice.

I follow orders.

How does it work?

The heroin distribution?
Who are Blake's contacts?

Where is the base
in Clerkenwell?

The Wu Chi live by
the Sword of Silence.

What is the Wu Chi?
Blake's triad gang?

I, Bo Jing Chow...

took an oath.

So did I.

[GRUNTS]

I, Harry Clayton...

do solemnly and
sincerely declare...

that I will well and
truly serve the Queen.

With fairness,
diligence and integrity.

And I will discharge all the duties there
all faithfully according to the Law.

- Who are they?
- [PANTING]

The Wu Chi are the ancient
enemy of the Torches.

[BO JING] We will
destroy the bracelets

before they, and those who wear
them, destroy the world.

And how do you plan to do that?

Samuel Blake framed me, yes?

The Wu Chi are
always a step ahead.

You're a rabbit in a trap.
You don't understand that yet.

But you will.

[POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING]

Tell it to the cops.

[LAUGHS]

Shit.

[POLICE SIRENS]

Jesus!

- [EVE] You got this phone. Nice.
- [HARRY] Yeah, nothing on it.

The man would rather spike
his neck than fail his boss,

what does that say about Blake?

I put Bobby in Blake's sights,
what does that say about me?

Look. You weren't to know.

I wish I could believe that.

That's Blake's man.

Harry, this could be the place
where Blake processes the heroin.

If we get evidence linking him to
this place, we can put him away.

[WOMAN] Please, please.

[SHRIEKS]

He'll regret that.

- Ready for the next load.
- [BLAKE] Have you heard from Bo Jing?

No, chief. Not yet.

I'll call him.

[PHONE RINGS]

Shit.

Bo Jing? That you?

We've got company, lads!

[SCREAMS]

[YELLING]

Go, go,
let's get these kids out of here.

Get the kids. Go. Come on. Go!

[COUGHING]

Jesus!

- What about them?
- We'll get them to a safe house.

[BREATHING HARD]

- Taxi!
- Go, go, go, go.

Go. Go.

- Come on.
- Go.

Go, go, go, go.

Bobby knew he was gonna die.

But he still thought
he could help me.

- Listen...
- Don't let them get away with mine.

I've nailed down what
doesn't bother me.

Wait.

I've nailed down what
doesn't bother me.

His laptop. I'll call you.

- Are you two okay?
- [WOMAN #1] What are you doing?

[WOMAN #2] Are you all right?

[POLICE OFFICER] Come on.

Stand up.

[POLICE RADIO]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[BOBBY] A section of this
video has been omitted.

The footage has been doctored
using insert editing.

They've composited a time-date
stamp of the original,

onto the falsified footage.

- [PHONE RINGS]
- [SIGH]

- DSI Gray.
- We need to talk.

Okay.

[SURI] Ma'am.

Detective To from Hong Kong Police has
identified the body in the building site

as Bo Jing Chow, 33.

He's wanted there for four
separate contract killings.

He went off the radar
about three years ago.

Yeah, he's got a snake tattoo,
that could signify a triad society.

It's his link to
Clayton that matters.

And that bastard's out there and
he's already running rings round us.

Dan, get onto, uh, Vice Squad,

find out how the triads
currently operate.

Uh, do you know they're
actually called SCD Nine now.

It's more, uh,
politically correct.

Not as catchy though, is it?

[PHONE RINGS]

- DI Chohan...
- Suri?

What the hell's going on?

Samuel Blake is framing me.

He doctored the footage you saw.
I have evidence.

- So does Gray.
- Then hand yourself in, explain.

Let us help.

If you really want to help me,
go to Dorset Rise, Clerkenwell.

There's a door to a sewer.

Samuel Blake has triads
processing heroin down there.

It's run through Hawksmoor
Import-Export Agency.

Get evidence,
in case Plan A goes tits up.

What's Plan A, hell... Hello?

Screw you, Harry, this place is empty.
Why send us here?

I've put my career on the line for
you, lied to Gray.

I won't let you drag me
down with you anymore.

We're done this time.

Come on.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Thanks for agreeing to meet me.
- It's a risk.

But then that was quite a bag
of tricks that you sent me.

You think this Samuel
Blake's framing you?

Not just me.

Eve Alexandri witnessed him
murder the courier, Hon Wai.

He's using Snake Hand
triads to run heroin.

He ordered one of them,
Bo Jing Chow, to try and kill me.

And last seen with you before
we found him spiked to death.

- He did that to himself.
- Another suicide.

Do the world a favour,
don't join the Samaritans...

Why would this Blake frame you?

It's complicated.

But would I be here
if I was guilty?

I have given my
life to the force.

You're targeting the wrong man.

You're making some
serious allegations.

- I'm in a serious situation.
- Oh, aye.

The kind where you'd be
willing to say anything

to get yourself off the hook.

- No.
- So, what I'm wondering is...

would you be willing to make
those allegations to his face?

- What?
- To my face.

Make them to my face.

He got to you as well.

Sit down, Clayton.

This man had Bobby Hayes killed.
Why?

Because Bobby
verified the footage.

Would that be the smackhead
you paid to lie for you?

[BLAKE] Poor kid.

Pity. He got mixed up
with the wrong man.

I'm starving. What's good here?

He tried to kill
me in Hong Kong.

It was his men who attacked us
when we got back to the port.

Yes,
it appears I was doing my job.

Ex-DI Harry Clayton,
meet MI6 field operative Samuel Blake.

- What?
- [BLAKE] Six years...

running counter-intelligence operations
against the triads in London and Hong Kong,

almost wasted because I had the
misfortune of running into you.

Agent Blake has been
cooperating with MIS.

He was ordered to bring in
two dangerous murder suspects

before they embarrassed
the force even further.

It's over, Clayton.

No. No.

[BREATHES HARD]

No, you tried to kill me.

You came after me
for the bracelets.

For the what?

If I tried to kill you...

it's because you are a dangerous
man, Harry Clayton.

You're a murderer.

DSI Gray, I think it's about time
you arrested this man, don't you?

Yes.

Harry Clayton, I'm arresting you for
the murder of Isabella Augustine.

Run, rabbit, run.

[GROANS]

Don't worry. We'll get him.

His luck will run out.

You'll see.

[THEME SONG PLAYING]