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Yeah.

Yeah, I agree.

It does look like gold.

Looks like gold.

I'm not sure it has
any collectible worth.

Leave it with me.

We're going to
leave the coin here.

Yeah?

I'll give you a call
when I know more, yes?

He'll call me.

A receipt?

Absolutely.

Bye.

Hello?

Stacey.

Niall Hammond here.

I have a valuation
on your coin.

There's 500.

Half each.

Yeah?

Scrap value only, he said.

Scrap.

It's heavy.

Yeah, but he said it
was only 14 carat.

Second opinion.

We shouldn't be selling
it in the first place.

It's too late.

We've already
taken the cash now.

What does that mean?

You think we've been
ripped off by him?

And me?

You think I've ripped you off?

It looks like you've
taken a hard fall.

Do you need to call
emergency services?

I will contact
emergency services

unless you press Cancel.

Alert canceled.

I am happy you are okay.

Please leave a
message and I will get

back to you as soon as I can.

Morning, Astrid.

I found something.

A blast from the past.

Next time you're down
this way, pop in.

It'll be good to see you.

Layla?

Morning.

The cleaner found
him this morning.

She gave us a statement
and some background info.

The deceased
is Niall Hammond,

56, sole owner of the shop.

Married with a son
and a daughter.

Leah.

This was in his wallet,
which was on the desk

with his laptop and phone.

Odd that he has
his daughter's travel

pass in his wallet.

Hello, Max.

Good morning, Ashley.

How's it going?

It's currently looking like
death was from blunt force

trauma to the temporal region.

There's a hammer, but
there's no obvious blood

or hair traces on it.

No shortage of
plausible weapons here.

Yes, thanks for that.

We'll know more soon.

There are signs of
a break in upstairs.

Thank you.

This is his workshop where he
repaired and restored violins.

And where he slept,
by the looks of things.

Forced entry here
via the window.

We then assume the intruder
went downstairs and was

surprised by Mr. Hammond.

He left this.

250 quid.

And a laptop, wallet,
and phone in the shop.

And a cash tin full of money.

A bit out of
character for a burglar.

Maybe they were looking
for something specific.

You'd still take the
cash, though, wouldn't you?

You wouldn't.

But a thief would slip
that in their pocket.

Max, we've found a lovely
footprint with some residue.

Should give us something.

Thank you.

Right.

Let's break the news
to the next of kin.

Is there anyone you know who
may have harbored ill feelings

towards your husband?

No.

No, no.

No, not at all.

We recently separated.

I was hoping we might find
our way back to being friends

again, but, sorry, when
did you say this happened?

Sometime last night.

Did you speak to him at all?

No.

I was working till 8:00.

I have Leah.

Mom?

What is it?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Yes?

Dominic Hammond,
the victim's son.

Go on.

Has previous
public order offenses

and most recently served six
months for actual bodily harm.

Released last Thursday.

And the man he assaulted?

His father.

Sending his details over now.

Thanks, Jess.

My mother just
called to let me know.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I imagine you're up to speed
with mine and Dad's history.

We are.

When did you last see him?

As I was taken down
from the dock after he

testified against me.

So six months ago.

And I wish I hadn't
seen him then either.

I pleaded not guilty, hoping
that he would back down,

but he thought I needed
to learn my lesson.

The things he said that day
about how he'd done nothing

but the best for me,
given me every opportunity

to have what he couldn't have.

But I never wanted it.

And that's what
he couldn't stand.

Never wanted what?

He'd been a
brilliant violinist,

so we were endlessly told.

But when he was
30, he'd had a car

accident on his way to audition
for the London Symphony.

The big time.

The injuries to his
arm ended that career.

He bought me my first
violin when I was three.

I wanted my own life, not his.

Are you still angry
about that, Mr. Hammond?

I was.

Not now.

No point anymore, is there?

Can you tell us where
you were last night?

At a meeting.

What kind of meeting?

AA.

It's not mine.

Can anyone confirm you
attended this meeting?

Meetings are anonymous.

This is a murder inquiry.

I can give you the
number of my sponsor.

- He was with me.
- Great.

What time did you
leave the meeting?

9 o'clock.

And where did you go then?

I went to a dry bar.

Look, I know I'm going
to be your prime suspect.

I'm bound to be.

Me and my dad had a
volatile relationship.

But I did not kill him.

Hey.

Dommy.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We'll be okay, I promise.

You think he fell off
the wagon yesterday?

What, you don't buy the
it's not my bottle excuse?

Do you?

- Come home.
- I can't.

Please.

We should be together.

I just need to stay a
little while longer, yeah?

We've left a message for
Dominic Hammond's sponsor.

We're also doing
a CCTV trawl.

We've accessed cameras on
neighboring properties,

doorbells, et cetera, but
nothing of note so far.

Have we heard anything
from Hammond's laptop?

Yes.

We're working our way
through emails at the moment.

Browsing history is
mostly work related.

Identifying antiques,
eBay auctions.

Last page viewed
was the Johansen

Society's Wikipedia page.

His daughter recently joined.

Digital forensics
identified a fall alert from

the smartwatch at 9:38 PM.

If you fall, these
smartwatches automatically

trigger a call to the emergency
services unless it's canceled.

Which it must have been.

Yep.

SOCO retrieved a partial
fingerprint from the watch.

Ashley confirmed it
wasn't the victim's.

Now, we've just been able
to access Niall Hammond's

mobile phone and found
a series of photographs

he took of this coin.

That must be worth something.

That's Edward VIII.

Didn't he abdicate?

Yes.

He wanted to marry...

what's her name?

Wallis Simpson, an
American socialite.

Twice divorced.

Considered unsuitable
to marry a King.

Scandalous.

At least they're more
understanding of who members

of the royal family marry now.

Then it caused
a constitutional crisis.

Edward had to
decide if he wanted

to be King or marry the love
of his life, so he abdicated.

It says here the
coins were never

released into circulation.

They were destroyed.

But not all of them.

It's believed there are
only nine left in existence.

The last time one
came up for auction,

it sold for 1.1 million pounds.

Imagine what you could
buy with a million quid.

A house.

- In Chelsea?
- Parking space.

You'd be lucky.

Niall Hammond's call history
shows he sent this photo at 12

minutes past 7:00 last night,
and the recipient called

him back almost immediately.

This was the last
communication he had.

Who did he send it to?

Jennifer Leyland Thompson.

I met Niall at
an antiques market

in France a few years ago.

You're also a dealer?

No, but I have a
professional interest.

I work with antiquities.

At the British Museum?

Yes.

Could you tell us where
you were last night?

A celebratory dinner at the
museum for an old colleague.

What time was this?

Dinner was served at 7:00.

The event went on
until midnight.

Shortly after 7:00,
you received a photo

message from Niall Hammond.

And you called him back.

Presumably when you saw the
importance of this coin.

He asked for my opinion.

I confirmed it looked
to be an Edward VIII.

You were aware of its worth.

More than a million,
if it's genuine.

I wouldn't be certain.

Not from a photograph.

I'd have to see it for myself.

Did you offer to do that?

The next day, yes.

Today.

Not last night?

No.

As I said, I was at a
dinner for a colleague.

That you were happy to
interrupt with a phone call.

A phone call, yes,
and in person, no.

You had no compulsion to
see this incredibly rare coin?

Antiquities and treasures
are part of my everyday work.

And this was Niall's
coin, not mine.

Where was the rush?

Did Mr. Hammond give
any indication how it

came to be in his possession?

Found, so he said,
on Chelsea foreshore.

Mudlarks, apparently.

Good news?

It's John.

Share with the group.

You're always keen to know
the details on my dating app.

Fair enough.

Okay, he was supposed
to come up for a few days,

but something has cropped
up at home, so now he can't.

What, and you're
happy with that?

I'm happy because
he's still coming.

It'll just be for two hours
instead of three days.

It must be love.

Watch your step.

Thank you.

Excuse me.
Hello.

Hi.

Detective
Inspector Max Arnold.

Detective Sergeant
Layla Walsh.

What can I do for you?

Clay pipes?

Yeah.

Looks like
someone's been busy.

They're not worth anything.

Would have been sold,
stuffed with tobacco smoke,

and thrown away.

Victorian cigarette butts.

Have you ever found
anything of significant value?

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

Stacey.

Stacey?

Stacey Ford.

No, not really.

Pocket watch.

Couple of rings.

No huge treasure trove.

No.

How about this?

Is that gold?

Yes.

No, I wish.

Do you get to keep
what you collect?

I mean, if it's
something like that

or anything of value,
of historical interest,

we have to notify the
finds liaison officer.

To have it registered.

Exactly, yeah.

And do you talk
about your finds?

Usually word
gets around, yeah.

Excuse me.

Hi.

We're police, and
I wondering if...

Stop!

He's not keen to chat.

They must know each other.

I'll get Jess and
Connor onto it.

Looks like Ashley's
identified the murder weapon.

It had been hidden
and wiped clean,

but we found tiny
specks of blood.

Plus, its shape and weight
are consistent with the injury

sustained.

No prints anywhere
else in the shop?

It's too tricky to isolate
due to the amount of people

passing through
on a daily basis.

Of course.

What about upstairs?

That footprint we found gave
you something a little unusual

for the middle of Chelsea.

Mud with traces of sand.

Looks like our intruder had
recently been on a beach.

Or the Thames foreshore?

I imagine that
would fit, yes.

I'll get some
samples to confirm.

Thanks, Ashley.

Jess?

I've looked up mudlarks
and they need permits.

The numbers are capped,
so there's not too

many names on the register.

Is there a Stacey
Ford on there?

Taking a look now.

Also, I got in touch with
a number of coin dealers.

One of them had a call last
night from someone collating

bids for an Edward VIII coin.

Any contact
details from the caller?

All we know is
it was a woman.

Yes, there is a Stacey
Ford on the register.

I'll send her details over.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Carb loading?

Not long to the big race.

There's still plenty of
time to up your sponsorship.

It's for Parkinson's.

I've already sponsored you.

20 quid.

For a fun run, yeah,
but this is a triathlon.

You go big for a triathlon.

It's the law.

What law?

The unwritten
kind persons law.

Section 8, clause 4.

Stick you down for 50 quid.

50?

It's a great cause.

It's open.

Excuse the state of the place.

I've been struggling with the
damp since the boiler died.

What's the most
valuable thing

you or Stacey have ever found?

Nell Gwyn's ring.

Nah, I'm winding you up.

It's a Holy Grail
amongst us mudlarks.

But my wife was convinced
that she'd find it.

God rest her soul.

Have you heard anything
about a gold coin?

We believe one was found on the
foreshore and sold to a dealer.

Sold?

Wait till you see what
I've got for you, Dad.

We hand in our finds.

Hi again.

Stacey.

Hello.

Pride and finders fee only.

That's our code.

Isn't that right, Stace?

Yeah.

We're trying to
track down the man

who ran from us earlier.

I don't really know him.

Sorry.

You can help
us with the name.

Jake.

I don't know his surname.

Contact details?

Sorry.

Any idea where he lives?

We only lark together
sometimes, don't talk much.

He's deaf.

He turned up a couple
of months ago now.

So what's this coin, then?

An Edward VIII.

It's worth a fortune, right?

About a million.

It's a million?

It's a million pounds?

Well, well, well.

If he has sold it
on, make sure that you

bang him up for theft.

Actually, this
is a murder inquiry.

Niall Hammond, antiques dealer.

Do you know him?

No.

Never met him?

Never.

Where were you
at 9:30 last night?

We were at the hospital.

I was...

I was bad.

He couldn't breathe.

I called an ambulance and
we were there all night.

She knows more than
she's telling us.

I think she's
protecting this Jake.

Or herself.

If the boiler's not working,
why is she buying 50 pound

bottles of scotch for her dad?

The most important find of
our lifetimes, and he flogs it.

We don't know it was him.

It could have been anyone.

It belongs in a museum.

He's selfish.

That's what it is.

Selfish.

Bye.

Any progress with
this missing coin?

No sign of it at
the shop so far.

And we've no evidence he
had a safety deposit box.

If we believe this
coin was stolen,

and that's 1 million
pound motive for murder,

we need to find anyone
who knew of its existence.

We know Jennifer Leyland
Thompson was aware of it.

But the British
Museum confirmed

that Jennifer was at the
dinner there last night.

What about Stacey
Ford's mudlarking friend?

There's no Jake on
the mudlark register,

but we're talking to
other permit holders

to see if anyone has any
information about him.

I've been looking at
emails between Nicole

Hammond and Niall.

Seems they've only
recently separated,

but from what they're
saying to each other,

things have been
bad for a while.

Niall's been threatening
to divorce Nicole and take

50% of everything, which,
looking at financial records,

would mean her
losing the house.

Her most recent
email last Sunday

evening, full of block capital
insults that she never,

ever wants to see him again.

That's not the picture
she painted to us.

She told us she hoped
they'd be friends again.

Not a chance.

What about Nicole's
whereabouts last night?

She works in Islington at
Harper and Hammond, a high end

interior design company.

Her PA confirmed she was
in meetings before leaving

for home around 8:00 PM.

Yeah, we need to talk
to Mrs. Hammond again.

Right.

Let's go.

Are you training tonight?

A light session.

A four-mile run and
a one-mile swim.

Light?

And a bike ride.

Connor's sponsored me 100 quid.

50.

50, that's all.

I'll give you 100 if you win.

The arguments between
you and your husband

get particularly nasty after
your son's release from prison

last week.

I felt like he
punished Dominic enough.

In several messages, you
say you regret meeting him

and wish he'd just
disappear out of your lives.

You say terrible
things when you're angry.

Interesting ornaments.

The birds.

Yeah, they're Cornforth's.

A set of three.

It should be.

Niall took one.

It must have been when he came
to pick up Leah at the weekend.

It's just so him.

As a three, they're
worth thousands.

As two, their value plummets.

It's just petty.

That must have
infuriated you even more.

It did.

He did.

But you can hate someone
in the moment, fire

off aggressive emails.

It doesn't mean anything.

You said you finished
work last night at 8:00 PM.

Yeah.

And came straight home.

Yeah, I drove.

I got here about 9:00.

I'm going.

All right.

Don't stay too late.

Did you go out
again that evening?

No.

I was here for the
rest of the evening.

Leah was here.

She was in her room practicing.

That's right.

- Yes.
- Sorry.

- Do you need money?
- I'm fine.

Thanks.
I'm leaving.

Bye.

In one email, your husband
referred to some ignorant clown

who he said was
trying to bully him.

That'll be to do with
the Johansen, I think.

And Niall had a run
in with the father

of a boy who wanted
a place, resented

Leah for getting in instead.

Did your husband
mention his name?

No, sorry.

Maybe the Johansen can help.

Okay.

Thank you.

She might be lying,
but I can't imagine

she'd take an ornament
from here all the way

to the shop to head home.

No, but if he was
that vindictive.

It might make you
want to hit him with it

if you found it at the shop.

Can I drop you home?

In rush hour traffic?

Quicker to walk.

Thank you.

Coming.

I picked up your message.

And as luck would have it,
I'm passing by on my way

to a gallery opening.

Are you busy?

No, no, not at all.

Come in.

Burglary?

I'm experimenting
with some old recipes.

Is this...

You remember?

Yeah.

So what was your
exciting find?

Yes.

Okay.

You have a small scar on your
knee from a cycling accident.

Left or right knee though?

Left knee.

Correct.

You also have another
one on your elbow

from the same accident.

Other than that, no.

You should be a detective.

Okay, eye color.

You or me?

Mine.

Which one?

They're green.

Me or you?

It's me.

It's Amelia.

She's freaking out
about her exams again.

- I better call.
- Yeah, yeah.

Do.

What is it?

It was behind the cookbook.

Such a long time ago,
but it's our history.

What you gave me the first
night we got together.

It was our Berlin Wall.

You kept it?

Of course.

I'd better get
to that gallery.

Okay.

It's very good
to see you, Max.

And you.

I wish I could
stay for longer.

I know.

Me too.

But they need you.

Sorry.

It's work.

Max?

This missing coin.

We've been working on the
theory that it was stolen.

Yes.

But what if it's still there?

What if Niall had hidden it?

It'd have to be pretty well

hidden if SOCO didn't find it.

Exactly.

What if he'd
anticipated that someone

would come looking for it and
he wanted to keep it close.

After all, we know he was
sleeping in the workshop.

So what?

Under the floorboards?

Layla.

Wait.

You're with John tonight.

I'm sorry.

I've disturbed you.

It's fine.

No, no, no.

Not at all.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Listen, I've got
to catch a train.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Police!

Stop!

Max?

Stop!

Fuck.

Max, I'm in the shop.
Where are you?

I'm on the roof.

Intruder's escaped.

Looking for a way down.

Heading East to Paulson Street.

Stop, police!

Stay there.

Shit.

Stop!

You're under arrest.

Right.

Come on.

I already told you.

I was in the
hospital all night.

Can't you check that?

It's easy to slip
out again unnoticed.

We found traces of mud at
the crime scene, which we

know came from the foreshore.

Do you think if I
killed him, I'd go

back and break into his shop?

For 1 million pound coin?

Yes, Stacey, I do.

So what did you break
in for, if not the coin?

He made me sign a
receipt for the 500

quid he gave me, gave us.

Probably thought
that if we found

out what it was really worth,
we'd come demanding it back.

Who is this us?

Who else knew about the coin?

Jake.

Your mudlarker friend?

The man you claim
you barely know?

I don't know him really.

I don't.

You can cover more ground if
you mudlark with someone else.

When did you find out
what the coin was worth?

When you told me.

You knew it was gold.

I think you felt ripped off.

Didn't dare challenge
Mr. Hammond at the time,

but wanted that coin back so
you could get more for it.

I don't care about the money.

It was Jake pushing to sell it.

I should have said no.

It belongs with
the finds officer.

So Jake forced you
to sell the coin?

Not forced, no.

He just caught
me at a bad time.

Dad and I had had a
massive bill come in.

We got the heater
blasting all hours

trying to dry out the mold.

So you both agreed
to sell the coin.

Was Jake happy with
what you sold it for?

He was furious.

It was him thought
we'd been ripped off.

Do you think he did it?

The mud you said you found.

So you have this
huge bill to pay,

yet you claim you don't
care about the money.

You broke into
the shop where a man

had been brutally murdered in
order to retrieve a receipt.

Were you covering your
tracks so we couldn't

connect you to the coin?

Not you, Dad, so Dad
wouldn't know I'd sold it.

It's a bit hard to
believe, isn't it, Stacey?

He's dying.

He keeps saying he'll not
make his next birthday.

Murder is already in the paper.

Dad saw it.

Not the details yet,
but that will come.

Imagine if he finds
out I went to a dealer,

broke the law and everything
him and Mom lived by.

He's always been
so proud of me.

I just.

Morning.

There's been another break in
at the Hammond shop last night.

The mudlarker.

They're interviewing her now.

What happened to you?

What, this?

Shows what a lucky person I am.

Right.

As a detective, you'd
know the visual evidence

isn't matching your story.

If you'd seen me
come off my bike,

you'd say a sprained wrist
shows I live a charmed life.

My new watch didn't have
to call an ambulance.

Can you still do the race?

Yes, yes.

Is this an AMPR search?

Yes.

I'm trying to find
Nicole Hammond's car.

Check if she left the
house again after 9:00 PM.

It sounds like her friend
Jake is pretty sure the coin

is worth more than they got.

Yeah, and the foreshore
mud they found at the scene,

that could be his.

We need to find Jake.

So do we believe
Stacey's story?

She took a big risk
breaking into the shop.

It's a criminal act.

Whatever her motivations,
let's bail her.

Could we search this
paperwork from the shop?

Jess, what happened?

She's after a
sympathy sponsorship.

Whatever it takes.

What are we looking for now?

A receipt for Stacey Ford.

500 pounds.

If it mentioned a coin,
I'm sure we'd have found it.

What a shame we
didn't know last night.

I could got through a
lot in five hours in A&E.

I think I know
who Mrs. Hammond

may have been referring to.

There's a parent of one
of our young auditionees

who has a particularly
unpleasant temper.

Please, this way.

Wasn't this building used
as a hospital at some point?

It was.

Requisitioned in the
Second World War.

And before that, it
served the community.

So I rescued it, rebuilt it.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

And money.

Yes.

But worth it.

I arrived in London a widower
with a two-year-old daughter,

teaching and
conducting part time.

And now my daughter teaches
at Juilliard and I have this.

A place to offer young
people opportunities they

could only have dreamed of.

I wish there had been
somewhere like this for me

in my formative years.

I'll have his details here.

Frank Hughes.

Exquisite, isn't it?

Are you a musician yourself?

Piano.

It's beautifully restored.

I hope people play it.

Just me.

Too precious.

Although, if you would like
me to make an exception.

No, thank you.

You said that Mr. Hughes had a
particularly unpleasant temper.

Yes.

Mr. Hughes was actually
here Tuesday night,

causing quite a disturbance.

Tuesday?

He turned up to our rehearsal
uninvited, very disruptive,

so I had to remove him.

Here we go.

Thank you.

Why was Mr. Hughes disruptive?

He was very upset that
I selected Leah Hammond to join

our ensemble, a place
he felt should have

belonged to his son, William.

Does he have grounds
to feel aggrieved?

If you believe his
opinion is better than mine.

The ensemble is
highly competitive.

The absolute finest only.

And unfortunately
for Mr. Hughes,

his son didn't
make the grade, so.

I would have liked to
have talked with him,

see if we can find a way
we could support his son.

But no, no, no.

He was in no mood to listen.

It's a racket,
that society of his.

150 quid we paid
for his audition.

Yet William came out of
there and he was buzzing.

They told him he was in.

But when the letter comes,
says sorry, no place.

It's like that conversation
that never happened.

And then the next thing, Leah
Hammond's got it instead.

You sound very
angry, Mr. Hughes.

Who wouldn't be?

Did you know the Hammonds?

I know that
they got up aboard too.

Yeah, it's not rocket
science, is it?

What do you mean by that?

He's bought
her a place, didn't he?

Is that what you argued
with Niall Hammond about?

I had a go, yeah, but words.

That's all it was.

See, William heard her
audition, that Leah.

She wasn't good enough.

All right?

He's not cocky, my lad.

He would have said if
she was better than him,

and she wasn't.

Mr. Johansen told us you
went to the society on

Tuesday evening.

You talked to him, have you?

I knew someone must have.

Yeah, because I
got an email just

before you pulled
me inviting me

to go in and see him tomorrow.

What time did you
go there on Tuesday?

It was about
half 7:00, maybe.

I finished my shift and I
was on the tube heading home,

and I saw I was about to
pass through Sloan Square

and I thought, yeah, I'm
going to go and have words.

Mr. Johansen said
you were agitated.

I let it get under my
skin, and I shouldn't have.

When you left the
society, where did you go?

I got straight on
the tube and home

to fess up to my missus.

Can anyone other than
your wife corroborate this?

You can check my
journeys if you want to.

I've got a work travel pass.

Yeah, we'll do that.

And look, I might
resent that Hammond

kid for taking my boy's place.

My beef's with that
Johansen bloke, not them.

So it turns out Frank
Hughes is a tube driver.

We spoke with TFL and his
pass was used for the tube

journeys he said he took.

Okay, well check
the CCTV just to be

sure it was him each time.

Sure.

- Who found the receipt?
- I did.

Gold by weight.

Received 500 pounds cash.

Initialed SF, dated Tuesday.

No mention of a coin, though.

I think all his paperwork was
designed to avoid scrutiny.

Just had an email from
the museum about the dinner.

Jennifer Leyland Thompson was
there, but she left early.

How early?

Reception ordered her a taxi.

It was logged on their
system at 8:45 PM.

More than 45 minutes
before the murder.

I said the dinner
went on until midnight.

Implying you were
there until midnight.

So where did you go?

I'd rather not say.

We've established that two
coin dealers received a call

from a woman
asking if they were

interested in an Edward VIII.

Was that woman you?

No.

I can't have been
the only person

Niall contacted about it.

He was a terrible show off.

Perhaps you'd like
to surrender your phone to us

so we can go through
your call history.

I need my phone for work.

Then tell us exactly where
you were at 9:30 on Tuesday

evening or we can continue this
interview down at the station.

Look, it's really delicate.

I've been seeing someone.

A married someone.

Please don't call on him.

It could be disastrous.

You were the
last known person

to speak to Niall Hammond on
the night he was murdered,

the same night you identified
a coin in his possession

thought to be worth
a million pounds.

You have the motive and
the opportunity to kill.

So tell us the name
and the address

of the person you were with.

Connor, I need you to make a
house visit, check an alibi.

Expect the police.

They're checking I was with
you last Tuesday evening.

Prove it, and they'll
leave you alone.

And if they ask
why I was with you,

we're having an
affair, all right?

Hi.

Whatever you're hoping to find
here, lower your expectations.

There's nothing helpful
in the tox report.

No alcohol in his system.

There were therapeutic
levels of codeine

consistent with a historical
injury in his arm and shoulder.

He was a regular attendee
at a nearby pain clinic.

The accident that
ended his music career.

I hear you're trying to
find a suspect who's deaf.

Yes, we are.

We're a small community
and love bit of gossip.

His name is Jake.

Not that small a community.

Do you have his surname?

His sign name?

No, he ran when he saw us.

Okay, there's a pub you
might be interested in where

deaf people hang out.

You owe me a pint.

What for?

Being fabulous.

Yes, of course.

Cool.

I'm pretty sure
Jennifer Leyland

Thompson tipped off her alibi
that we'd pay him a visit.

But he confirmed
she was with him?

Willingly.

Do you think he was
telling the truth?

His gate camera showed a
taxi arriving and leaving.

The passenger could be her.

So we shouldn't rule her out.

There's definitely something
weird going on there.

She said they
were having an affair.

Yeah.

I didn't get that
feeling from him.

Go on.

What's your theory?

From things he
had on display,

I'd say he is a collector.

If she was with him, I
wonder if she was trying

to broker a deal for a coin.

She's British Museum.

I've alerted Arts and Antiques,
see if they can find out more.

We need to track
down the taxi she used.

Yeah.

Max, you should
have a look at this.

I've been running an ANPR on
Nicole Hammond's car on Tuesday

night and look.

Out and about in
Chelsea, 10:00 PM.

That's not what she told us.

That's really helpful.

Thanks.

So that was Dominic
Hammond's AA sponsor.

He says on Tuesday
they were at a meeting

at 8:00 PM for an hour.

Then Dominic went to a
dry bar in Kensington.

The Sand Bar.

He checked in a
few times by text,

the last one around 11:30 PM.

Dominic said he
was still there.

Best confirm
that with the bar.

We don't know how reliable
Dominic or his sponsor are.

The sponsor was adamant that
he had stayed on the wagon

since leaving prison,
and that he didn't

even lapse when his dad
was right up in his face,

provoking him.

So when Dominic said he
hadn't seen his father since he

left prison, that was a lie.

It's becoming a family trait.

We'll be fine.

Call you later.

Bye.

Mr. Hammond, we'd like
another word with you, please.

At the station.

Please, take a seat.

You told us that you
hadn't seen your father

since you were sent to prison.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

We know you get
violent when drunk.

Were you drinking
on Tuesday night?

No.

We've also established
that your alibi was false.

No.

I mean, yes, I lied
about not seeing Dad,

but I have not touched
alcohol since leaving prison.

And my alibi is not false.

You were not at the
dry bar in Kensington

when your father was killed.

No, not Kensington.

I was in Shoreditch.

You claim that
on Tuesday evening,

you returned to your
house at around 9:00 PM.

And didn't leave again.

No.

Leah was practicing
in her room.

She doesn't like
being disturbed.

So I had a shower
and watched TV.

So explain this.

Your car being driven
in Chelsea at 10:00 PM.

You deny that it
was you driving?

You went to a lot
of trouble to make

your sponsor think you
were in Kensington,

texting him to confirm.

Is that because
you were drinking?

No.

I was at a different
dry bar, The Shavian.

So why did you tell us
you were somewhere else?

My sponsor, he's
a really nice guy.

He's been really kind to me.

But I doubt he sees me as
a prospective son-in-law.

You're in a relationship
with his daughter?

She was afraid that he
would show up at the Sand Bar,

so we chose somewhere else.

Mrs. Hammond, did you go
to your husband's shop after

9:00 PM on Tuesday night?

No.

Then where were you going?

We will track your car.

We will gather dashcam
and surveillance footage.

We will find out
where you went.

But you will save us a
lot of time and resources.

Dominic's.

I went to Dominic's flat.

Did you see your father
on Tuesday evening?

No.

I saw him on Tuesday morning.

I went to the cafe that he goes
to every morning for breakfast.

It's part of my recovery.

Step nine.

I'm meant to make amends
with people that I've hurt.

An apology?

Yes.

Did he accept?

Went straight in
pushing my buttons.

What a waste I am,
how ashamed Mom is.

I spent the day walking,
trying not to go to the pub,

and then I went to see Mom.

You need to tell us what
happened on Tuesday evening.

I'd upset him.

He came to my office saying
he'd had a row with his dad.

He wanted to drink.

He wanted to punch him.

I tried to mitigate, but,
Niall was so pig headed.

I knew Dominic would
have to do all the work.

So I made the
mistake of telling

him that he'd probably caught
his father at a bad moment.

He should try again.

And he just blew up at me.

And then Mom took Dad's
side, even after everything

he'd put me through.

God.

The urge not to drink.

So I went to a
meeting, and then I

met up with my girlfriend.

That bottle, I was
telling you the truth when

I said that it wasn't mine.

That place, it's a
recovery house, all right?

I caught the guy next door
to me with that bottle

when I got home, and I
poured it down the sink,

and then I sat up with him
because I know how hard it is.

I didn't drink, I swear.

I came home.

He wouldn't answer my calls.

I just wanted to explain to
him why I said what I did.

So I drove to his flat.

And?

He wasn't there.

So I drove home.

Why wouldn't you
just tell us that?

Because he wasn't there.

I don't know where he was.

You're worried that Dominic
had killed his father.

What I'm trying
to understand,

Dominic, is that
if you're innocent,

why did you lie to us about
seeing your Dad on Tuesday?

My license
conditions state that I

have to stay away from him.

Even though you risk
looking like a murderer?

I didn't kill him.

I just hoped you'd find who did.

I really, really don't
want to go back to prison.

I wish I'd never
gone to see Dad.

I just honestly thought that
I could get through to him.

Nicole lied about
being at home all night.

Said she went to see
Dominic, but he wasn't there.

I'll see if I can track
Nicole's car on the journey

there and back.

Check she didn't
make any diversions.

The manager at the dry bar in
Shoreditch has confirmed that

Dominic and his girlfriend were
in there until after 11:00 PM.

He's coming in to
make a statement.

They both made that
a lot harder than it needed

to be, but it looks
like we can rule out

Dominic, if not his mother.

We need to find this mudlark.

Let's hope Ashley
comes up trumps.

There's a few pubs
deaf people meet in,

but this is the
main one in Chelsea.

I spoke to the manager.

It turns out a Jake
has been working here.

Casual shifts.

She sent me this photo.

Is that him?

Yeah.

Jake Green.

Been a no show the
last two nights.

Not responding to texts.

She said he's owed wages.

So he may turn
up to collect them,

assuming he's not sold a coin
for any life changing

money yet.

Give her my details.

I'm thinking that's
not about the case?

Max has got
himself an admirer.

And a sign name.

Max.

What does that mean?

Serious.

What can I get you?

Pinot grigio.

Thanks.

A pint, please.

Of?

Surprise me.

Careful what you wish for.

You're not seeing
John tonight?

No, he's been and gone.

Already?

A flying visit?

Just time for a picnic.

Pinot grigio.

Thanks.

IPA.

Fine example.

Floral but earthy.

Balanced malts.

So serious.

Hi, Mr. Hughes.

Do you want to take a seat?

He's still in a meeting.

Would you like
some tea or coffee?

No coffee, no tea.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Hughes.

Mr. Johansen's breakfast
meeting ran over.

Breakfast?

Yes.

He wants to reschedule.

Thank you, Constable.

Mr. Hughes, this is
Detective Inspector.

How dare you do this?

Thank you.

On my premises again.

All right, sir.

Yeah, you finished with
the important people?

Yes.

Corrupt.

That's what you are.

What is it, bribes?

Bribes?

How much did Hammond pay to
give his daughter the place

that's my lad's by right?

Mr. Hughes, I think
this has gone far enough.

Mr. Hughes.

DS Layla Walsh.

He shouldn't be allowed to
get away with what he does.

Ignoring me and my son.

William, they
promised him a place.

They said it to his face.

I have nothing to hide.

This isn't going to help.

I just want
Johansen to be made

to answer for what he does.

Maybe the
best thing right now

is for you to come out
calmly and not let things

get more serious for you.

Okay?

I need you to be calm,
please, Mr. Johansen.

Get out.

If he has nothing to
hide, you have him prove it.

This way, Mr. Hughes.

My intention was to talk
to you about your son joining

my ensemble, but
you have just cost

him that opportunity with
this disgraceful behavior.

I would never take money
for a place in my ensemble.

Do you hear me?

So his accusations are
completely unfounded?

Absolutely.

Yeah.

You can examine my
financial records.

I give you complete access.

Perhaps that will
give him some peace of mind.

I'm sorry I got so upset,
but this is my society.

I do not take kindly to
being publicly slandered.

Excuse me.

Max.

Jake Green came for his wages.

Uniform have picked him up.

He's on his way to custody.

Ashley?

I told you.

Word travels fast.

You've arrested Jake Green.

Is there something you
need from him forensically?

No.

Yes, his
fingerprints, obviously.

But it's more for you.

Getting an interpreter through
an agency can take forever,

but I've found someone.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Name.

You need to remove those.

He's deemed a flight risk.

This is Jake Green.

Date of birth.

He needs his hands
to communicate.

Do you gag hearing people?

I'm deaf as well.

You have an
interpreter on the way.

If off and you run,
they will add resisting

arrest to your charges.

Do you understand?

So they can take them off?

We're trusting you, okay?

Date of birth.

I'm not here to defend you.

You need to wait for
your interpreter.

Save it for your interview.

They need your date of birth.

12/10/1990.

He doesn't understand
why he's been brought in.

Tell him he's part
of a murder inquiry.

So where do you live?

Just outside Chelsea.

What's your address?

Different places.

Friends' sofas.

Where have you been
staying most recently?

I haven't hurt anyone.

Do you know this man?

We believe that last
Tuesday at 9:30 PM,

someone broke into the
shop owned by this man,

Niall Hammond, probably
looking for this coin.

Mr. Hammond disturbed the
intruder and was murdered.

Was that intruder you, Jake?

No, no, not me.

Jake, if you're innocent,
we can help you prove it.

Tell us the truth.

We'll investigate your
story and rule you out.

Water, please.

We'll have someone
bring in a drink.

This interview is
paused at 14:20.

We'll get a more productive
interview if we give

him a chance to calm down.

I've cross-referenced
Frank Hughes's travel

pass activity with CCTV.

It was definitely him using it.

Thanks, Jess.

Ashley?

Have you had a breakthrough?

Unfortunately, no.

I was hoping to get a match
with the partial fingerprint

on the smartwatch, but
it's just not enough of it.

I'll chase the
digital team, see

if they found anything on his
watch that wasn't on his phone.

I just wanted to
check that everything

was okay with the interpreter I
booked for you and Jake Green.

Yeah, he's very professional.

Has Jake got the coin?

We haven't asked him yet, but
there's no address to search.

He's been sleeping
on people's sofas.

In London or Manchester?

Why Manchester?

I assumed
from his regional BSL.

His numbers are
definitely Manchester.

In London, we do
10 like this, 10.

In Glasgow, 10.

Birmingham, 10.

And Manchester, 10.

So he could be
from Manchester.

Yes.

He possibly panicked and
reverted to his native BSL,

but just for a moment.

Jake, you told...

Jake, you told us
you lived in London.

But we believe you're
from Manchester.

My colleagues are speaking to
the Manchester Police right

now.

What might they tell us, Jake?

Are you in trouble up there?

I saw something.

A robbery.

Guns.

It was a... I just need
to clarify something.

It was a gang thing.

I don't want to be a witness.

I don't want to talk.

They'll help my family.

Are the police
looking for you?

No.

I don't know.

If someone mentions
my name, they will.

We have enough circumstantial
evidence to believe

that you're guilty of murder.

No.

Then tell us where you
were last Tuesday at 9:30 PM.

Gone.

Not there.

I broke in through the window.

I was there five
minutes, no more.

It was maybe 9 o'clock.

I wanted the coin back.

I left money for it.

Left money where?

On the desk upstairs.

250 pounds.

It's what I was paid.

Did you see Niall Hammond?

Yes.

Through the window.

I watched.

He went downstairs.

I forced the window,
took the coin, then left.

Five minutes.

No more.

Where's the coin now?

Tell us where it is.

I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't.

Where's this camera?

It's about a seven minute
walk from the Hammond shop.

Time stamp 20:55.

I mean, it could be him,
but it's not conclusive.

We have nothing
closer to the premises?

No.

And he doesn't pass
this camera again.

Look, Jake was adamant
that he only took the coin,

left 250 pounds in cash
on the desk, and left.

The cash was there.

Has he said where the coin is?

Not yet.

We're doing everything
we can to help him,

but if we can't prove
that he left the premises

before the time
of death, we have

to presume he's our murderer.

He did seem genuinely shocked
to learn it was a murder case.

And he had reason
to run from us,

thinking he'd be forced
to give his witness

statement in Manchester.

We were lucky that
Ashley spotted his BSL

accent from his date of birth.

Wait.

Leah Hammond is 16, isn't she?

Yes.

18/11/2006.

This ID makes her 18.

We all did it.

Did what?

Fake IDs to get
into clubs, bars.

No.

I didn't.

So Leah Hammond is
going to clubs and bars.

That doesn't fit
with what we know.

She's studious, quiet, focused.

You can be studious
and a party animal.

Yeah, but is that your
impression of Leah Hammond?

Nicole said when she snuck
out to see Dominic that Leah

was practicing her violin.

She also said Leah
hates being disturbed.

So what if she was
somehow deceiving her mom?

Pretending she was
in when she wasn't.

I wasn't averse to climbing
out of the window on a Saturday

night when I was 16.

She could have recorded
herself practicing.

And made it a firm rule
she shouldn't be disturbed.

Leah also confirmed
her mom's alibi that she

hadn't left the house.

She did.

But what if Leah
wasn't there herself?

Come on.

Dad found it.

He was so angry.

I just wanted to get out.

He only ever wanted
me to practice.

That's all that mattered.

I was horrible to him.

I'm sure you weren't.

We need to know where you
were on Tuesday night, Leah.

Echo Lounge.

You can still see the stamp.

Takes ages to wash off.

I never wanted to
be in the ensemble.

William should have
got in, not me.

I tried to fail the audition.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You and Dad were
always fighting.

I didn't want it getting worse.
You hated each other.

No, we didn't.
It was complicated.

He wanted me to be
successful like he

was before his accident.

Same with Dominic, and look
what happened with them.

A mess.

Even you thought
Dominic had killed him.

I didn't.

I feared it because
of their difficulties

and how badly your
father treated him.

I just wanted
Dad to feel less

sad and angry at everything.

You are entitled to live
your own life, to be yourself.

Your father had no right
to make you feel like this.

I'm sorry.
I should have realized.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So Leah just admitted she
did a terrible audition.

Was still accepted
into the ensemble.

Quite.

The question is how?

Play the Danish
Philharmonic Augustana's

violin concerto in D major.

Layla?

I can see why Johansen
was happy to give us access

to his financial records.

Forensic accounts have
done a primary check,

and he's looking clean.

No unusual transactions.

No large payments.

No further
information available.

No further
information available?

Sorry.

There's something niggling.

Connor said that the last
thing that Niall Hammond looked

at on his laptop was
the Johansen Music

Society Wikipedia page, yes?

Yeah.
Why?

Are you anywhere
near a computer?

Yeah, I'm right here.

Get the society
page up for me.

Got it?

Yeah.

How do you find the edits?

I have Version
History tab at the top.

Okay.

They're waiting in
your office for you.

They want to speak to
you about something.

I'm in the middle
of a rehearsal.

This constant police presence
is unsettling my musicians.

How many years did
you say you conducted

at the Danish Philharmonic?

Seven.

Why?

From 1988?

You were never a conductor
of this orchestra, were you?

You're here to make
baseless accusations.

I don't have the time.

Your CV, your
past achievements,

everything your reputation
is built on is a fiction.

This album was found on Niall
Hammond's turntable the night

he was murdered.

The Danish Philharmonic
play Augustana's violin

concerto in D major
conducted by Axel Dummkopf.

Who according to my
research was the principal

conductor from 1988 to '95.

But your Wikipedia
page says it's you.

Niall Hammond knew you'd
faked your history, didn't he?

Is that why you killed him?

I killed no one.

He uploaded a new
Wikipedia page to expose you.

It was only live
for a few minutes

until the original
was restored.

Was he blackmailing you?

So I adjusted the truth
a little about my past.

But for what?

To kickstart what I have worked
tirelessly to build, to create,

so I could give young
people opportunities.

Where were you last
Tuesday at 9:38 PM?

Here, rehearsal.

Rehearsal was
from 6:30 to 8:00.

Frank Hughes interrupted
that rehearsal.

He accused you of choosing
someone for your ensemble

who didn't deserve to be there.

Leah didn't even
want the place.

Was that why you went
to Niall Hammond's sharp

after rehearsal?

After rehearsal, I was here
in my office, working alone.

Mr. Hammond's smartwatch
registered his fall.

It would have automatically
alerted the emergency services

had it not been silenced.

And whoever silenced
the alert left

a fingerprint on the watch.

You told us no one plays
this harpsichord but you.

There's nothing
like smooth surfaces

to give us high
quality fingerprints.

What are the chances
they'll match the one

left on the watch?

It was an accident.

A blow to the back of
the head, an accident?

Leah hadn't even
turned up to rehearse.

The ingratitude.

I went to tell her
father that she's totally

unsuitable for the ensemble.

But he demanded she
continues to play,

and that next year my daughter
must get her into Juilliard.

Or he would expose
you as a fraud.

I am no fraud.

My success here
is plain to see.

Look around, for God's sake.

Why should a man like that, a
failure, make demands on me?

Undermine the standards
I have achieved,

threaten to bring me down.

30 years I have worked to
make this society what it is.

Helping talented people
realize their dreams.

And yet he thinks by mocking
me, by threatening me,

that I will do his bidding.

He said I would be finished.

My society, my
reputation, everything.

I couldn't let him stand
there and say these things.

I just stopped him.

I picked up the
nearest thing and I...

I stopped him.

Thomas Johansen,
I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the
murder of Niall Hammond.

Hi.

Can I come in?

Of course.

I want to apologize.

What for?

When I told you I had given
you the piece of the Berlin

Wall all those years ago.

I didn't think you
would take it seriously.

It was just a silly joke.

I should have said
something straight away,

but you were so delighted.

And then time passed.

I see.

So it's not real.

But our story is real.

And all those memories, I...

they still matter
a great deal to me.

I imagine you will throw that
piece of rubble in the

Thames now.

I don't know.