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Help me!

It's a Calabar bean,
seed of a highly toxic

West African climbing vine
and our murder weapon.

These three were found still
undigested in the nurse's stomach.

Did either of you know she had that?

Three grand in her bedroom drawer.
No idea.

Is it another Calabar murder?

At first glance, yeah.

Did you think they were having
an affair? Phoebs! Did you?

Maybe this isn't the time or
the place to have this conversation.

Something is happening in two days
that our doctor

and nurse were mixed up in.

DNA belongs to someone called
Adam Miller, presumed dead.

Adam!

It's just a bruise. He is never
gonna do that to you again.

I want you to leave.

I'll give you ten ground
relocation expenses. I want more.

I want 25, or I tell the police
about our little encounter.

Early? What are you talking about?

It's gone six.

'Sorry, guv.'

Anyway, Kyriacou's wife said that
his behaviour had changed recently,

just like Sofie's, so, go back over
his last year or so,

bank statements, phones,
search history, the lot,

just see what's there. Yeah?
Yeah, on it.

Anything from anyone here?
Nothing. He's just disappeared.

The next time someone complains
about the amount

of surveillance in the city,
I'm bringing this up.

Hm - Miller's picture got a social
media release via the press office,

with a warning not to approach.

If it's even him
they need to be afraid of.

Bloke's been hiding
very successfully

over the last seven years,
so I'm not...

not holding my breath.

We also have an Isle Of Dogs
address for Vern Creecy,

the Calabar dealer.

Text me the details.

I'll meet you there at midday.
On it, boss.

Vado io.

Coming!

Coming.

Paulo Devenuto?

Yeah?
DS Martin, this is DC Bellow.

We have a warrant
to search these premises.

Do you and your colleagues
mind stepping outside, please?

I'm sorry?

Now. Please.

Yeah, I would mind.

It shouldn't take long, sir,
but it'll take a whole lot longer

if we stand arguing the toss
all day. Oh.

Tell you what,
why don't you fuck off instead?

Hey!

Come on, don't be a twat.

No.

This was you?

What was me?

They found 20 grams of cocaine
in my office.

Jesus!

Which is not mine!

Right.

Sorry - how did it get there, then?

They put it there.

Your friends, I presume.

I have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

But listen, the important question
here is not how it got there,

it's what are we going to do
about it?

20 grams of Peruvian flake, man,
that's serious, that's dealing.

It's like five years.

Minimum.

I could make an accusation against
you and your friends for corruption.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, you could do that, yeah.

But then they might find
the child porn on your computer.

Shit!

Exactly. Then where will we be?

Right?

One day I will pay you back
for this.

No, it's, um... my treat.

OK, fine.

I'll leave.

And you sort this out.

Absolutely.

All this...goes away.

And the ten grand?

Yeah, it's five now, I think.

Five.

I'm fining you five
for hitting my sister

and hitting my nephew
and being scum.

Five, then.

Good. Jim?

And listen to me - you don't
say anything about this to her,

do you understand me?

You just go home, you pack your bags
and you leave, by the latest

tomorrow evening.

Email me your details. I'll make
sure the money's in your account

before you get to Heathrow.

You know, actually,
you're doing me a favour.

Some of the stuff she told me about
your family, about your parents...

..I really don't want to be
a part of that.

What did she say about my parents?

Why don't you ask her?

Hiya.
This it?

Yeah. You OK?

Yeah, fine. Why?

No, all good.

That case is ancient history.

I sold that plant in good faith.

Yeah, for quite a lot of money,
according to our files.

I had no idea what them seeds
were gonna be used for.

What, you mean for a witchdoctor
to paralyse his wife

so he could make
a human sacrifice out of her?

Hm.

Still think about her?

Every single day.

Well, then, now's your chance
to make amends, Vernon,

cos we have two victims murdered
by this poison in as many days.

We don't have any idea if there are
going to be any more, so you need

to tell us who supplied you with
the plant that you then sold on.

I went over this a thousand times
with the original investigation.

I bought that vine years earlier,
just...

Just lost the records of who from.

OK.

Here's your problem -
I'm not as nice or as trusting

as those other officers,
and I think you're lying.

So let me cut to the chase
and tell you,

I will stop you getting a licence to
sell any of this stuff ever again.

I will fuck your entire business
if you don't help us.

No-one will know where
we got the information from.

They told me about it.

Calabar.

What it does to human chemistry,

what it does to the inside
of a body.

Whoever it was works for an
import business called Bracius.

I never got a full name.

I was always just told
to ask for Payne.

Payne?

Bracius is a food import
and export business.

Last accounts were filed in 2012,
and liquidated 2013.

Directors' names look foreign,
maybe Greek.

No-one with the surname Payne.

Kyriacou was Greek.

So's the brother-in-law.

Tell me you've found Adam Miller.

Sorry, no joy as yet, boss.

But I have found something else.

So it turns out Dr Kyriacou
had remortgaged his house.

Despite his six-figure salary,
he needed money,

so I looked into his
spending habits.

So these records stretch
back about five years,

so spending all pretty normal,
nice holidays with his family,

swanky car,
posh restaurants with his wife,

then about 18 months ago
out of nowhere

he starts visiting this restaurant
and bar in Shoreditch.

Starts slow, then it's once a month,
once a fortnight then twice a week.

Staying out till all hours
spending increasingly mental sums.

Define mental.

Well, in the last dozen or so
visits, it's racked right up.

Over the last 18 months,

he spent the best part
of half a million quid.

Jesus.

When was the last time he was there?

Three months ago.

500 grand in one restaurant.

That is a lot of noodles.

Hm. All on the only credit card that
isn't jointly held with his wife.

These are all card payments
made to cash, yes?

Think so.

Well, they're not purchases
cos they're all round numbers.

Guv, we've also had various results
back from his car. Yeah?

So the poison was found
in his coffee cup.

Right.

But the swabs also reveal a DNA
that isn't his.

From the takeaway place, isn't it?

We've checked the coffee shop
it came from.

Their baristas wear gloves. Right.
You run it through the database?

No match.

What's the name of this place?

Bar Elexis.

So, how do you get entry
to the VIP area?

You look like a smart guy.

The clue is in the title.

Well, trust me, I'm very important.

Sorry, it's full tonight.

Bit of friendly advice.
Yeah.

Enjoy your drink and then head home.

You'll thank me for it
in the morning.

Oh, OK.

But listen, if you ever fancy
a drink some time away from here,

give me a call.

Algea. It's a lovely name.

What's it mean?

Call me, and maybe you'll find out.
Maybe I will.

Algea.

Just give me half an hour...

Oh, what?!

Will?

Hey.

Hey.

What time is it?

Seven.

Sorry.

Couldn't sleep.

What's new?

Yeah. Do you want some breakfast?

What is all this?

Oh, it's nothing.

It's just, um... boring house crap.

For Juliette?

Yeah, sort of, yeah.

It's got lots of mental squiggles
all over it.

Mental squiggles with you
are not good.

It's fine.

What is it?

You're just going to moan at me.

No, I'm not.
Yeah, you are.

You're gonna say that
I need to move on.

Oh, Will, this isn't about
your parents, is it?

See?
This is why you can't sleep.

No. Work is why I can't sleep.

I thought we'd shoved all this stuff
up in the attic.

They bought this house in 1994
for 80 grand.

So, what, this is a point about
London house price inflation?

They paid cash.

Look.

Where is it? There, look.

My dad was an accountant,
my mum was a primary school teacher.

Maybe they sold a previous house.

No. They'd never owned a place,

and neither set of grandparents
ever owned a property.

Where did they get 80 grand from?

What are you saying, that they had
some kind of secret hidden life

or something?
You think this is funny?

No, I don't think it's funny,
just... Maybe there's stuff, Sylvie.

Maybe there's still shit
that I don't know.

People are nuts.

Got all sorts of crazy secrets, and
maybe my mum and dad had secrets.

All right, I'm sorry.
Yeah.

RINGING

Hello?

Hey, I just got your text.

Yeah, I can come. What-what's up?

Er... I'll tell you I see you.

OK.

I'll meet you there, then.

See you in a bit.

Anything you can find on who owns
Bar Elexis, if they've got

any history, any form, and what
the sister in law was doing there.

What was her name again?

Alex Panousis.

We used to dream about this.

Big house, lovely garden.

Some of us still do.

So is that what it was?

Is that what what was?

That I got the one with all
the money, is that all it was,

just jealousy?

Sorry, Phoebs,
I'm not really with you.

Is that why you were
fucking my husband?

OK, Phoebe, you're grieving
right now and in shock,

so I'm gonna forgive
you for what you just said.

You're my sister.

You're my best friend.

How could you think
I would ever do...

Oh, God, Alex, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, but something is wrong.
Something is wrong!

You and Nick,
something was going on,

and I feel like you've
all been lying to me.

We haven't.
I haven't, I promise you.

Hey.

Listen,
why don't we all just get away?

Take your kids, somewhere warm.

The coroner won't release the body
for ages...

See, that's what I'm talking about.
What?

You don't even know how weird
what you suggested is, do you?

My husband has just been murdered,
my kids and I are in deep shock

and you suggest we go on holiday!

OK, so, finally,
I found the title deeds.

OK, good.

Did you know Mum and Dad paid cash
for the house?

Did they?
Yeah.

What, you didn't know?

No.

Should I have?

I just...you know.
You were older than me,

I thought maybe you were more aware
of what was going on.

I'm gonna level with you,
Mum and Dad

didn't exactly consult me too
much about their financial affairs.

I was 12.

Yeah, fair enough.

But where did they get
80 grand from, though?

No idea.

A will, distant relative?

But we would have known about that,
though.

Yeah, or not.

I've got to go.

Yeah, me, too.

Listen, why don't you
come round Sunday? Paulo can cook.

You and Sylvie.

Yeah, that sounds lovely.

Good.

Harry'd like that.

See you then.

So, it turns out that Alex Panousis
and her husband

only own the lease on the bar.
Right, OK.

But the actual building
is owned by a George Kairos,

Greek Mafia, nasty bastard,

who NCS have been trying to find
for years with no luck.

So let's assume Dr Kyriacou lost his
shirt gambling at Elexis, yeah?

Yeah.

I'm guessing these are not the sorts
of people you want to owe money to,

so they kill him for that.
Simple punishment.

Except dead men don't pay debts.

When did we say was the last time
he was at the bar?

Last cash transaction
was nearly three months ago.

Jesus. It's a long time for them
to be waiting for their money.

Meaning how did he fend them off
all that time?

Yeah.

Unless he gave them something else.

Like what?

I don't know, but not money,
but just something else of value.

If he gave them something
else of value, why is he dead?

Good point.

And how does any of this
connect to Sofie Cerna?

Can you stop asking me questions
that I have no idea how to answer?

HE SIGHS

You said your sister
had become distant,

recently.

Distracted.

Can you be more specific?

It was like she had lost
a part of herself.

Me, I see the world for what it is.

Full of bullshit people
trying to fuck you.

But Sofie, she always believed that
things would turn out OK, you know?

She had hope.

But...

since a few months ago, she
stopped wanting to leave the house,

so it was like...

..I don't know.

Afraid.

The money in her bedroom drawer,
where did that come from?

I found them
sorting through her things.

I guess she was stealing
then selling.

More opiates?

No, antibiotics.

Kat, do you know a man
called Adam Miller?

Show her.

Here.

He was here one time.

She said he was a friend of hers
from work that was sick.

Sick with what?
No idea.

Do you know where he lives?

Do you know where he comes from?
For sure.

She asked me to give him a lift home
that night cos it was on my way,

and he was in bad shape.

Shitty place that he
sometimes squatted in.

Where?

How about that?
What, here?

Yeah.

Anything?

Carry on.

Here.

Anything?

Here.

Adam?

Adam!

Adam!

Adam Miller!

Adam?

Shit.

Adam? Adam.

Hey!

This is
Detective Josie Chancellor...

Hey!

Hiya.

Hi.

Paulo?

Good day?

Yeah, not bad.
Yeah?

Paulo?

Is he not home?

Wasn't in when I got back.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, no!

He left.

Did he say where he was going?

'No, sorry. Home, I guess.

'Everything all right?'

Yeah, yeah, fine.

Thanks, Stephan.

'It's Paulo.

'Please leave a message
after the tone.'

Hi, it's me.

I've-I've just got home
and, erm...

Oh...

Where are you?

What's going on?
Everything's... Everything's gone.

All your stuff's gone.

Erm... Can you call me, cos...

Listen, if I've done something, if I
did something, then just, you know,

just tell me and we can talk
about it and-and...

Just come home and we can
talk and we'll sort it out,

and I'm really sorry.

Just call me, please.

I-I love you, and...

Yeah, just call me.

So, the brother-in-law,
Chris Panousis, has he got form?

Not here.

In Greece, yes, but lowlife stuff.
Petty crime when he was a kid.

It's odd that he's best mates
with a kid that went to Harrow.

Yeah, and him and Alexandra live in
Dalston - not exactly slumming it.

Yeah, but it's not Holland Park,
either, is it?

No.

OK. Er...

Dig into his
and his wife's financial past,

any other businesses they own,
any other properties.

Have a good look
at both their bank accounts.

Right, guv.

DIG Wagstaffe?

Tell me he's still alive.

Yeah, he is, but he's not good.

His left kidney is failing,
which is a problem

because it's the only one he has.

Sor... What?

He's had one removed,
and very recently as well.

We've checked very thoroughly

and there's certainly no record
of an Adam Miller

having any kind of legitimate donor
operation in the last year or so,

which would suggest
this was done illegally.

Which sits rather oddly
with the procedure itself.

This wasn't done
by some backstreet hack.

The surgery is of
a very high standard.

Can I talk to him?

You've got five minutes.

He sold his kidney,

and Kyriacou was blackmailed
to perform the transplant...

to pay off his gambling debts.

I've been on the streets
for about five years now.

And this winter...

..it was cold, you know?

Each one, you...

Each one, you think...

"Am I... Am I going
to last another?"

Then one day about three months ago,
this guy stopped,

and we got into a chat
about how I ended up there

and he asked me if I was hungry,
and I said I was,

and so we went to a cafe and he
bought me a coffee and a hot meal...

He... He-he just made me feel,
erm...

..human, you know?

And he said, "If you had
something which you didn't need...

"..would you sell it for £5,000?"

I said,
"Yeah, course I fucking would."

You know?

And then he said that we
only need one kidney.

Did he give you his name?

I-I-I don't think so.

Was he English?

No.

I dunno.

Greek, I think.

Then what happened?

Then a car picked me up
and it took me

over to some place in North London.

Have you got an address?

No, I'm sorry.

Who picked you up?

That was a woman.

She only spoke to check my name,
so...

What happened when you got there?

Then Sofie was my nurse.

She washed me
and prepared me for the operation.

And afterwards?

Sofie looked after me again.

When I left and I got sick,

I went and found her at the hospital

and she tried to help me,
you know, she really did.

She really did.

She was even gonna give me money.

Her own money. That what you were
looking for in her flat?

Yeah. Yeah, because they never paid
me, did they?

You know. And I was desperate.

None of it?

No.

They said that it went on expenses.

So...

The woman who picked you up,
do you remember anything about her?

No, no, because I only really saw
her in the rear view, to be honest,

and...like, she was late 30s,

red hair, posh bird.

Listen.

The text on Kyriacou's phone's

obviously referring to another
organ transplant happening today.

If we can find out where
it's happening,

we might be able to stop it,

but more importantly, maybe we can
get closer to the top of the chain.

It's time.

Come on.

Rob.

Yeah, I've got intel on
Chris and Alexandra Panousis.

You got five minutes?

Five.

We're on the way to their house now.

So, I've just been going
through Alex's bank statements.

Can I call my family?

We don't have time for that now.

You promised
I could speak to my children first.

Do you want me to do Alex
and you do Phoebe?

No.

Let's talk to them together.

There's history there,
so let's use it.

So, first up, I just wanna ask you,
Alex,

what's your relationship
with George Kairos?

I've never met him, but he owns
a building my husband and I lease.

Through Elexis?

Yeah.

Were you aware that he's involved
in organised crime?

Drugs, weapons and people smuggling?

Absolutely not. No.

Then obviously you're not aware of
the illegal gambling operation

that he and his associates
run there.

What?

No, I don't know anything
about any gambling.

Where we believe your brother-in-law

lost just under half a million
pounds in the last 18 months.

No!

You let him gamble again?

I tried to stop him, Phoebs, I did.

I promise.
Really?

So who let him, then?
Your scumbag husband?

And you wonder why
he fucking hates you.

Which brings me
rather neatly to my next question.

What do you know
about Nick's murder, Alex?

Nothing.

Really?

Yeah.

Cos I think you know that he was
heavily indebted

because of his gambling

and I think you know
that he was then blackmailed.

If you have any feelings for me
or Nick, just tell him!

I don't know anything, I swear.

Except we have a witness
who can identify you as the woman

who drove him to a place
somewhere in North London

where he had his kidney illegally
transplanted into someone else. No.

And the man who performed
that surgery

as a repayment for his debts
was your husband, Mrs Kyriacou.

I didn't drive anyone anywhere,
I swear, I...

And then, like Sofie Cerna,

Nick was poisoned
and subsequently murdered

to stop him from speaking to us.

Murdered by who?

Why don't you tell her, Alex?

Why don't you tell her

why you've been siphoning money
out of your husband's bank account?

Why don't you tell your sister
why you've booked a first-class

one-way ticket to the USA?

Hm?

It's because you think it
was your husband, don't you?

I had nothing to do
with any of this, I swear!

Where is today's operation
taking place?

I don't know, I promise,
Phoebs, I'm so sorry.

Christopher Panousis,

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you
do not mention when questioned

something you later rely on
in court.

OK, so, 15 years ago, Chris,

your good friend Nick Kyriacou had
treatment for a gambling addiction.

Nearly lost everything.

Are you aware of that?
Yeah, of course.

So I'm curious, then -
why would you let him

buy into a high-stakes card game
at your bar?

I had no idea there was a card game
going on at the bar.

We've got the lease
to one part of the building.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
you wife's already told us she knew.

She's in a cell downstairs
whilst we compile

what I imagine will be an extensive
chargesheet. Well, maybe she knew,

but I didn't.

Anyway, what was I supposed to have
done, just waited there 24/7,

and if Nick showed up, stop him?

I've got a life,
I've got other businesses to run.

Nick was a grown-up.

Did you tell him that the people
he'd be playing with

were involved in organised crime?
That might have dissuaded him.

Yeah, well,
I didn't know anything about that.

Why would I want my oldest friend
to get himself in trouble?

Hm. Because you were jealous.

No.

I'm guessing everything you have,
Chris, you've worked hard for.

Really hard.

Whereas Nick, his family
always had money, didn't they?

He had no idea what it was like
to have to fight for every penny.

The sort of people that you had to
do business with just to make money.

And on top of that, he had the
looks, he had charm, he had respect.

Hey, I bet he even had
a bigger dick than you.

So yeah, I think you were jealous.

And I think you engineered it

so that he would find himself
in the sort of trouble

no-one could ever bail him out of,
also that you could prove

it was possible for Mr Perfect
to lose everything.

So, Nick's in debt to these guys,
but he's got no money, right?

He's run out.

So they suggest a way
that only he could pay them back,

something only he could do.

Backstreet organ transplants.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I think you do, cos I think they
put you in charge of arranging it.

You know, convincing Nick
he had no other option,

then he got Sofie Cerna involved.

I'm not feeling too good.

A young nurse whose only crime was
struggling to make money, you know?

Struggling to make ends meet
in an unforgiving city,

and then once Nick had done one,

they had him for life.

He was owned, just like you.

So when did they give you the order?
What order?

To kill Nick and Sofie.

I didn't kill anyone.

What kind of man do you take me for?

I dunno.

The kind of man
who calls himself Payne.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

And I ain't got any idea about
any illegal organ transplant.

Fuck!

Please, I'm sick. I need to stop!

I think when we do a DNA swab
on you,

we're gonna find a match to the DNA
we found on Nick's coffee cup.

No!

And I think when we look at
the street CCTV

outside where Sofie bought her
lunch, we'll see you there as well.

Oh, God!

Jesus!

Pausing recording
due to subject illness.

I think they've got to me.
Who got to you?

Who do you think?
Why's he not getting help?

Yeah, no, I need names.
They don't give you no names.

And even if they did,
you'd have more luck arresting fog.

Is everyone thinking
what I'm thinking?

Shit!

How the hell
can he have been poisoned?

There is an antidote to this poison,
you know.

If we get you to hospital in time,
you might make it.

So what are you waiting for?

The address to today's operation.

Ah, you're fucking crazy!

There is a transplant
happening today

and I think you know where it is,
so give me the fucking address.

And maybe you get to walk
out of here.

Yeah.
Go, go.

Move.

It's clear. Go.

Armed police!

Armed police!

Clear.

Clear.

Shit!

That was Mullen.
There was no-one bloody there.

It was definitely the right place.

There was still medical stuff
lying around,

so they must have been tipped off.

But by who? And how?

They were ahead of us.

There are always one
fucking step ahead of us.

How's Panousis?

Not good.

In an induced coma, which makes it
pretty unlikely he's our man Payne.

But if it isn't him,
then who the hell is it?

Did Vern Creecy specifically say
it was a man that he spoke to?

I don't think so, no.

Why?

Shit!

Come with me.

Algea is Greek for pain.

Fuck!

'Hey, this is Algea.

'Sorry but I'm away
for a little while,

'so please leave a message and I'll
get back to you as soon as I can.'

I know who you are, Algea,
and I'm coming for you.

Might not be today or tomorrow,
but I will find you.

Paulo?

It's me.

I'm gonna keep calling
until you pick up.

It's me again.

Pick up. I want to speak to you.

I just wanted you to know
that Sofie died

because she was a good person.

She knew she'd made a mistake,
she was trying to make up for it.

She was helping someone.

Have you got her killer?
Not yet.

We will.

I promise you, we will.

Hello.

Said he gets lonely.

For her.

Night.
Night.

Fancy a drink?

I'm gonna go to the hospital

and see how Adam and his parents'
reunion's going, so...

Sure.

See you tomorrow.
See you then.

Hey, Jules.

Jesus, Will, where've you been?
I've been trying you for hours!

Yeah, sorry,
work was crazy this afternoon.

Paulo's gone.

What?

He's gone.

Gone?

What do you mean, gone?