All language subtitles for The Chelsea Detective 2022 S03E01

♪ Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Hey, it's finally here ♪

♪ Merry Christmas ♪

♪ I hope it brings you cheer ♪

♪ Food is on the table ♪

♪ Everyone's feeling fine ♪

♪ I hope you're
happy in your house ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm having
a ball in mine ♪

♪ Merry Christmas ♪

♪ The tree is shining bright ♪

♪ Merry Christmas ♪

♪ Old Santa came-- ♪

- Evening, Astrid.
- How are you?

Yeah, I'm--well,
actually, I've got

a bit of a funny tooth.

Why don't you go
and see the dentist?

Well, I'm too busy.

Right now--

I'm busy decorating
the boat for Christmas.

Oh, that's pathetic.

It's made from recycled cans.

One less fir tree
unnecessarily cut down.

Well, it looks like,
um, a toilet brush.

Hmph.

Sorry.

Max.

Don't forget we're meeting
on Wednesday morning, yes?

Max.

Yeah, it's in the diary.

Will you please
look into the camera?

When you're wandering
around like this,

it makes me feel
like I don't exist.

Sorry.

Hello.
Thank you.

That's better.

Um...

Shall we--shall we meet there?

Mm.

This could be the beginning
of a new chapter for us.

Yeah.

Yeah, well, I-I'm really
excited about it.

I'll see you there.
- Okay.

♪ Every wall ♪

Ow.

♪ In mine ♪

Oh.

♪ Ha ha ♪

Chloe?

Chloe, are you in there?

Quick picture, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Sir.

Ma'am.

Max.

Evening.

Have you seen what's
going on out there?

Well, It didn't take long.

There's a second bedroom.

Looks like there's a flatmate.

Mm.

Someone's been partying hard.

What do we got, Ashley?

A woman, 40-ish.

Cause of death appears
to be drowning.

We'll get a toxicology
report from the lab,

but looks like
drugs were involved.

And two of her
fingernails are broken.

These could be
signs of a struggle.

Hmm.

Oh, God.
- Hmm.

That's a lot more people than
there were half an hour ago.

Yes, this is
just the beginning.

Excuse me, please.
Excuse me, please.

Thank you.

]

Can't believe this.

Was a big fan, you know.

Had a poster of her
on my bedroom wall.

Didn't she have
that hit single?

♪ Nobody wants to be
alone at Christmas ♪

Yeah, those were the words.

How did the tune go?

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Late night?
- That was a long one.

Oh, God.

Here's what we
know at this stage.

Chloe Carmichael, age 41, her
body was found in her bath.

Signs of a struggle
and evidence of drug

use in the flat.

Provisional assumption
is that this was murder,

but we're waiting
on Ashley's report.

Jess.

Okay.

So Chloe was huge in the
2000s, had lots of hit records.

She was more than your
average pop star, though.

That Christmas song
that we all know?

She gave the
royalties to charity.

Amazing.

And then at the
height of her fame,

she just walked
away from it all.

Because?

She had addiction
issues and she struggled

with the pressures of fame.

She was talking
about mental health

long before most celebrities.

What else?

Uh, early days, but this
could be a promising lead.

Luke Beckett, her
former manager.

Earlier in the
year, Chloe posted

this on her social media--
message to at Luke Beckett.

Let me live my life and
I'll let you live yours.

Max, there's a DS I know who
works in the cybercrime unit

here in Chelsea--

Shawn Kildare.

I know Shawn.

He told me he'd been advising
Chloe on internet threats

a few months ago.

Yeah.

Let's talk to him.

We're also keen to
talk to this woman--

Zadie Evans.

She's a fashion model.

There's been press
speculation that she was

in a relationship with Chloe.

She's got a string of
drug-related convictions.

Appears to have been
staying in Chloe's flat.

- Where is she now?
- We don't know.

Phone disconnected.

No recent posts on socials.

That's odd.

Connor, find out where she is.

Sure.

If only you had
a house like this.

All your troubles
would be washed away.

Now, the rich
have just as many

problems as the rest of us.

Yeah.

Well, a gravel drive.

It's got to help.

Thank you.

Mrs. Carmichael,
I'm very sorry,

but we have reason to
believe that Chloe may have

been deliberately attacked.

Seriously?

Is there anyone
you can think of who

may have wanted to harm her?

I have no idea.

Did you ever meet a friend
of hers called Zadie Evans?

We understand she was
living with Chloe.

I only met her once.

Chloe brought her
down on a Sunday.

We had lunch.

You don't know where
we might find her?

Not a clue.

Mrs. Carmichael, there was
evidence of drug use in

Chloe's flat.

What was her
relationship with drugs?

I'm not naive.

Goodness knows what she'd
done over the years.

But she'd been making
an effort lately,

as far as I could tell.

Things got more difficult
when we lost Richard.

Richard?

Chloe's father.

He died in the spring.

Cancer.

When did you last
speak to Chloe?

A week ago.

We didn't talk all the time.

She had her life in Chelsea.
We had ours.

It happened so suddenly.

One minute, I was dropping
her off at boarding school.

The next, she was on
the cover of magazines.

Public property.

Nobody explains
what that's like.

It must have been
hard for Chloe.

Hmph.

It was hard for me.

Okay.

I take it back.

The gravel drive doesn't
help in the least.

No.

Yes, I'm sure
we'd like to talk.

Yeah, I've got your number.

That was Sylvie Wix.

- The journalist?
- Mm.

Says she's got information
we'll want to hear.

I've been talking
to the modeling agency

that represents Zadie Evans.

She was in Ibiza three days
ago on a fashion shoot.

She flew straight back
afterwards and hasn't

been heard from since.
- Thanks.

Hey, Shawn.

How are you?
- Good.

- Good to see you.
- You too.

Well, well, well,
Jess Lombard.

And how did you land this
plum job on the murder squad?

Uh, talent and ability.

Good to see you, Shawn.
- Good to see you.

Max and Layla
will be back soon.

Okay.

You look busy.
- Yeah.

Not like cybercrime here.

No lunch breaks for us.

Yeah, I was her case
officer for a while.

She was being trolled
on social media,

so it was referred
to us at cybercrime.

What sort of threats
was she getting?

Well, there were two phases.

Um, firstly, it was her
ex-manager, Luke Beckett.

They had a long-running
financial dispute.

He was sending her
threatening messages,

stuff like, um,
I know where you live.

I could ruin you.
Don't go out alone.

Hmm.
Real nasty piece of work.

So he could be our man.

Yeah, I'd certainly
take a look at him.

You said that there were
two phases to the threats.

Well, initially,
we shut down Beckett,

but then it started up again
under a different handle.

Um, True Mirage.

We thought it was Beckett
using a fake account,

but he denied it.

I've got the transcripts
of the messages.

I can send them over.
- How long ago was this?

Uh, initially with Beckett,
around May, June,

and then True Mirage
was July and August.

But I only saw Chloe
a handful of times,

then we closed the case.

Beginning of September.

It was a money thing.

We don't have
the resources of you guys.

So what happened
with the internet threats?

We hit a brick wall.

They hid their IP
address with a VPN.

- No digital footprint?
- Nope.

Whoever was doing it knew
exactly what they were doing.

Our victim had ingested
a lot of drugs, high levels

of cocaine and ketamine.

What they call CK, I believe.

But that's not
what killed her.

If she had died
of a drug overdose

and then sank under
the water, her lungs

would likely have
filled with water,

but there was very
little in them.

There's also signs of frothy
liquid in the airway, edema,

and a heaviness to the
lungs, all of which

suggest that she drowned.

Do you think she
was held under?

Yes, I do.

There's also marks on her back,
consistent with being hauled

over the side of the bath.

I drew up a floor
plan for the flat.

Scuff marks from her
trainers here and here.

Her trainers were found in
this doorway, so whoever

attacked her dragged her
through to the bathroom

and into the bath.

- And left the tap running.
- Hmm.

Ashley.

Do you think the person who
did this was probably a man?

Mm. Not necessarily.

Chloe only weighed 56 kilos,
and with the amount of drugs

in her system, she may
have been semi-conscious

when she went in the water.

Oh, and...

We found this in her pocket.

Tuesday, AM.

Look at this.

Early present from Santa Claus.

The latest forensics
UV light readers.

Upgraded from the
previous model.

Nice?

Oh, can--
- Mm.

Jess?

Max.

I found Luke Beckett.

Okay.

He's at a recording studio.

Right.

- Want the number?
- No.

Text me the address.

♪ Got you all to myself ♪

♪ And I couldn't be happier ♪

♪ I know it don't make sense ♪

♪ But I think I need you ♪

♪ All this time I smile ♪

♪ I'm not that guy,
I just will try ♪

Stop, stop, stop.
Just stop. Stop.

Look, I'm not wasting
any more studio

time recording until
you know how to play this.

Okay?

Keep rehearsing.

I'm taking a break, okay?

- Luke Beckett?
- Yeah.

DI Arnold and DS Walsh.

Chelsea CID.

We'd like to ask
you some questions

about Chloe Carmichael.

How far back did
you and Chloe go?

Oh, to the beginning.

I used to manage her
in the early 2000s when

the world fell for her charms.

The glory years, yeah.

So what happened?

About, um, a year ago,
I suppose--

she hadn't recorded
anything in ages.

She wasn't touring.

Said she didn't need
a manager anymore.

Said she could handle
things herself, so...

I haven't seen her in months.

And you wouldn't
have, would you?

With the restraining
order against you.

I was owed money,
and she didn't want anything

to do with it,
so I tried to persuade her

to take some responsibility.

That seemed very
reasonable to me.

Although the magistrate
didn't see it that way.

Why did you feel that
you were owed money?

That Christmas
song was her pension,

or should have been,
if she hadn't given all

the royalties away to charity.

She had persuaded me to defer
my commission, not to waive it.

Right, when she terminated our
relationship, I said, look,

I don't care about the charity.
I want what's owed to me.

And she wouldn't support me.

So you started threatening
her on social media.

Oh, is that what you call it?

I was telling her
some home truths.

You know, Chloe, she had
lived a pretty pampered life.

It didn't hurt for someone
to stand up to her.

Been looking at these
transcripts Shawn sent over.

They're pretty menacing.

"The truth will out.

"You've been quiet
for so long, Chloe.

You're skating on thin ice."

I think Shawn's a bit
bored at cybercrime.

Wasn't Max talking
about expanding the team?

He'd be a good addition.

- If you can get the funding.
- Hmm.

I imagine that won't be easy.

True Mirage.

What could that mean?

Could be a
business, I suppose.

Mm.

Sounds like the favorite
in the Grand National.

Thanks, Connor.
That's helpful.

DC Pollock advanced the
theory that Chloe Carmichael

was threatened by a horse.

Does the name True Mirage
mean anything to you?

No.

Wasn't you under
another name?

No. I've been asked this
already.

No, it wasn't.

What were you doing
yesterday evening, Mr. Beckett?

I was at Charlie's
of Chelsea.

Do you know it?

It's closing down, isn't it?

Yeah, it did last night.

End of an era.

Last supper at Charlie's.

What time did you leave?

10:45.

I went straight home.
You can ask my wife.

- Sylvie Witt?
- That's me.

I'm DC Connor Pollock.

This is DC Jess Lombard.
- Hi.

You said you had
some information

about Chloe Carmichael?

I saw her yesterday evening.

I'd rather you hear that
from me than someone else.

Go on.

I was ghostwriting
her autobiography.

I'd been working
on it for months.

What time were you there?

Ah, got there about 8:00.

It wasn't a very long session.
I'd left by 9:00.

How did she seem?

Bit distracted.

Is it possible she'd
been taking drugs?

Well, I wouldn't
know about that.

Did she die of an overdose?

That's not something
we can talk about.

Of course.

You wrote an article
a couple of months ago

linking Chloe to Zadie Evans?

Yeah, that's right.

Sexy Zadie, Chloe's
special friend.

- Do you know Zadie?
- No. Never met her.

Chloe was very good at keeping
the different parts of her

life separate.

I assume you've
spoken to Zadie.

We can't reveal details
of our investigation.

So you haven't.

You didn't hear
this from me, but it

might be worth your while to
speak to Andrew Mansfield.

The MP?

Like I said, you
didn't hear it from me.

Andrew Mansfield, the MP
for Chelsea Central?

That's what she said.

The Post-It note
that Ashley found,

it said Tuesday, AM, which we
assumed meant Tuesday morning,

but it could equally
mean Andrew Mansfield.

Good.

But what's his
connection to Chloe?

We pushed her on it,
but she clammed up.

How are the tech team
getting on with Chloe's phone?

They haven't been able
to retrieve anything yet,

but they're working on it.

Any luck finding Zadie Evans?

She's still AWOL, Max.

No sign of her since
her fashion shoot.

What if they
had a drug-fueled night,

and Zadie put Chloe in the bath
to try to bring her round?

What, and then
there was a struggle?

Yeah, maybe.

Okay. Check with
Charlie's Restaurant,

that Luke Beckett's timings
are right, and set

up a meeting with Mansfield.
- Will do.

♪ You caught my eye ♪

♪ When we met at the party ♪

♪ You flashed that smile ♪

♪ When we finally
asked my name ♪

♪ It was like Tarzan
meeting Jane ♪

♪ And we knew we'd meet again ♪

♪ Because nobody wants to
be alone at Christmas ♪

♪ Nobody wants to be alone
at Christmas ♪

I come from the
East bearing gifts.

Oh, that is so kind of you.

Well, what else
are aunts for.

How's the tooth?

Painful.

- Well...
- Ooh.

Take two of these, and
they'll deal with the pain,

but they might make
you a bit woozy.

These are for my arthritis,
only available on prescription.

But I don't think
they'll do you any harm.

And these are my favorite.

There's something in them
that gives you a little boost.

I often take them
before a date.

No wonder your
strike rate is so high.

Think of them like
a Christmas chocolate box

and take a selection.

I'll stick to the
painkillers, if you don't mind.

You are just
like your father.

He was a dreadful
hypochondriac.

A hypochondriac is
someone who thinks

they're ill when they're not.

I'm the opposite.

I've got a bad tooth,
and I'm soldiering on.

As I said, just like him.

Aren't you going to
put any decorations up?

I mean, at least an attempt
to make it look seasonal?

I have.

What, that? I thought it was
a toilet brush.

That's just what Astrid said.

Aha. Now talking of Astrid,
is there any chance of you

two getting back together?
- Oh.

She's persuaded me to go to
this place that specializes

in reviving relationships.

So there is a possibility
of a reconciliation.

It's not so long
ago she was trying

to get me internet dating.

Come to think of
it, so were you.

Well, why not do both?

You know, have your
cake and eat it.

What's the phrase
they use these days?

Polyamorous.

In my day, we just
called it having fun.

Everywhere I go,
I hear that song.

Well, people love it.

Too poppy for my taste.

You know me, I'm
a hip-hop girl.

I'll come up when I'm done.

Don't hurry.
I've got lots to do.

Mr. Sharma, thanks
for agreeing to meet.

I'm here to take
your statement.

Oh, do come in.

That's an early example
of Jaipur blue pottery.

Please sit.
- Thank you.

Because the blue pottery is
fired at very low temperatures,

it makes it
exceptionally fragile.

So restoring it is
a very delicate process.

Must take ages.

It's fine, as long
as you can concentrate.

Oh, don't worry about that.

My colleague's doing tests.

Mm.

Who's there?

I think she liked
having someone

like me downstairs
to look out for her.

I know the layout of her
flat, so I could usually

tell what room she was in.

These old buildings, they're
not very well soundproofed.

And did you hear
noises last night?

Well, I was
busy with my work,

but I'm fairly sure there
were two people in the flat.

You don't know who
the other person was?

No, there was music playing,
but that's fairly normal.

There was nothing unusual until
water came from the ceiling.

You mentioned
a colleague of yours.

Yeah.

Well, there's two
people up there now.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

I think there's
someone in the bedroom.

Bedroom?

Police!

We've been looking
for you, Zadie.

I lost my phone.

So, earlier today, you broke
into Chloe Carmichael's flat.

I didn't break in.
I've been staying there.

Right, so you snuck into the
flat you've been staying in,

and then you hide
in the bedroom.

I didn't want to alert the
creep that lives downstairs.

Which creep?

Virat.

He had a thing about Chloe.

You know, she once found
him wandering around

the flat when she came home.

He said he heard
some strange noises

and wanted to check
if everything was okay.

- Did she report that?
- No.

So we're investigating
the circumstances

surrounding Chloe's death,
and you disappear.

I lost my phone.

What were you looking
for in the flat?

If I say, will it
get me into trouble?

That depends
what you tell us.

There was some coke in there
and a bit of ketamine.

Not for Chloe.
She didn't touch the stuff.

But I-I knew it would look
bad for her, so I thought

I should get rid of it.

But I didn't find anything.
- Flat's a crime scene.

Anything relevant will
have been removed.

Right.

Zadie, you had a
necklace in your pocket.

Yeah, it was mine.

Chloe was always
giving me things.

Do you have
proof of ownership?

If not, we'll be
keeping it safe.

Chloe wouldn't want that.

When you say that
Chloe didn't take drugs,

was that a recent thing?

She always said drugs would
get you nowhere, that you

should try to live clean.

When you got back from
Ibiza, where did you go?

I went to my parents.

Just rang and said,
can I come and stay?

I thought you
lost your phone.

That was before.

So, if we speak
to your parents,

they'll confirm this story?
- Of course.

Write down their details.

I loved Chloe.

Everybody loved her.

I can't believe
what's happened.

Jess, can you speak
to Zadie's parents,

see if her alibi stands up?
- Will do.

Max, you think
she was involved?

She was looking
for cocaine and ketamine

in the flat,

the very same drugs that we
found in Chloe's system.

But we need to follow
up those claims

she made about Virat Sharma.
- Mm.

Ready?

Oh, Max, before you go, I've
been looking at Chloe's emails.

She'd been receiving
a regular invoice

from a fertility clinic
on the Chelsea Beach Road

for the past five months.
- Okay.

But here's the odd thing,
each notification thanks her

for paying the
previous month's bill,

but when we cross-checked her
bank statements,

there's no record
of the money going out.

So someone else
is paying for it.

It seems like it.

- Let's find out who.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, anything on Luke Beckett?

I've tried to get a
response back from Charlie's,

but it's a bit tricky
as they've closed down.

I'm trying to find
a person to talk to.

So where are we
heading, House of Commons?

No, actually,
we're meeting him

at his club, The New Imperial.

both:
Ooh, fancy.

What is this place?

It's where
British men sketched

out their ambition
for an empire

that straddled half the world.

- What a great plan that was.
- Mm.

I did know Chloe, not well.

We had met in relation to a
charity that we both supported,

mental health, homelessness,
that sort of thing.

When was this, Mr. Mansfield?

Earlier in the year,
I think it was April.

We found a note in her flat.

It said "Tuesday, AM."

Do those initials refer to you?

We were due to have dinner...

the night after she died.

For any particular reason?

We met from time to time,
no particular reason.

Did Chloe ever speak to you
about any threats she'd had?

I think she'd come to realize
that life in the public eye

comes with its challenges.

I can empathize with that.

Is that a yes or a no?

I can't remember her
mentioning threats.

She'd done a deal
with a journalist to tell

her life story,

one of those awful
let-it-all-hang-out books.

I cautioned her against
it, for her sake.

Did you ever visit Chloe at
her flat in Lyndale Street?

I did not.

Do we have any more questions?

No.

Thank you.

I'd be grateful if you'd
respect the confidentiality

of this discussion.

Of course, though it
will be on the record

that we've spoken to you.

And that's a
confidential record.

Hello, Jeffrey.
- Andrew.

Well, he won't
be getting my vote.

- Glad to hear it.
- Hmm.

Hi.

I think we might
need to talk again.

If anyone contacts you, don't
say a word, really important.

Sorry.
Sorry.

Are we late?
- Don't worry.

How's the tooth?
- Oh, God, it's bad.

Frantic at work, I haven't had
time to go to the dentist.

Hoo.

Today--what, what?

There's no time
like the present, Max.

Oh, yeah.

Welcome to Recapture.

Let's start by holding
hands and hoping

for a positive outcome.

That was lovely.

So why are we here?

Let's think of a relationship
as being like your skin.

It might get bruised
or scratched.

It might get pulled
out of shape.

It might develop a few
wrinkles over the years.

But we believe that,
like your skin,

if you can look after
your relationship,

it will last forever.

Now, is there anything you
want to say as we get underway?

Max, maybe you would
like to go first.

Um...

yeah.

Um, I--

I--

We've been married
for almost 20 years.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

But then we separated
a few years ago.

But now we--we want to explore
the possibility of making

another go of things.

Yeah.

Take a look at these prices.

What's that?

The Brownfield
Fertility Clinic,

not for the likes of us, unless
we remortgaged the house.

You're not thinking of--

Yeah.

Me and Helen have been
trying for a while now.

Sorry, I didn't know.

We've been keeping
it to ourselves.

So, yeah,
I spoke to the clinic.

Chloe had been having
a course of IVF treatment.

There was no partner, though.

She was doing it alone, apparently.

So who was paying for it?

They wouldn't
say, privacy policy.

You told them this was
a murder investigation?

I threatened them
with a magistrate.

How are you getting on
with True Mirage?

Frustrating.

There are no businesses
with that name.

We've done some legal
searches, nothing relevant.

I thought it could
be an anagram.

The only 10-letter solution
for True Mirage is Marguerite.

I'm looking through
Chloe's contacts

to see if she's got any links
to anyone called Marguerite,

but nothing so far.

Okay.
That's a good place to pause.

I'm going to leave
you with some homework

before our next session.

Imagine you're going right
back and meeting each other

for the very first time.

What would your initial
impressions of each other be?

It's what we call

a blank-sheet-of-paper
approach.

How well did you know
Chloe Carmichael, Mr. Sharma?

Not well at all.

We were just neighbors.
I mean, she wouldn't have--

But you had a
key to her flat.

Did you ever go in
when she wasn't there?

Only if I heard
something suspicious.

Did she know you
were doing that?

Well, I didn't
want to worry her.

Well, if you didn't
have permission,

Mr. Sharma, then what you're
describing is trespassing.

Oh, no.

Is it true she once came
home and found you in the flat?

Well, that was
a misunderstanding.

I thought I heard footsteps.

It was a mistake.

You see, I'm wondering
whether you

were in Chloe's flat earlier
on the night she died.

No, of course not.

You had a key.
You were in the building.

Maybe it was who ran
that bath for Chloe.

No.

I was in my flat working.

I didn't go upstairs until
I saw the water dripping.

And then I had to go in.

It was awful.

- What did you think?
- It's hard to imagine.

But, you know,
it's often the quiet ones.

And he had a key to the flat.

True.

I've got to dash.

I've got an emergency
appointment at the dentist.

So wish me luck.

Well, it might be painful,
but not as painful as listening

to you go on about it.

Thanks for the sympathy.

Oh, no.

Here we go,
essential supplies.

Oh, thanks, Jess.
Thanks.

We now know there's
a connection between Mansfield

and Luke Beckett.

But what is it?
What are they talking about?

Max, you need to see this.

Just been posted.
- Show me.

That doesn't look
like a friendly chat.

Exactly.

So why would her
MP, who claimed

he knew nothing
about threats, now

be meeting the
man who made them?

Okay, the police are
believed to have

spoken to Andrew Mansfield,
MP for Chelsea Central.

It is understood that Mansfield
had been comforting

Chloe Carmichael
in recent times.

How would Sylvie Wilkes
have known about that?

She suggested we
speak to Mansfield.

She probably just waited a
while and assumed we'd done so.

Christ, as if it isn't hard
enough investigating a murder

in a blaze of publicity.

We've now got the worst
sort of tabloid journalists

stirring the pot.
- Should we bring her in?

What and give
her more material?

No.

Let's bring Mansfield in.

Won't do him any harm to see
the inside of a police station.

But where are we
with Zadie's alibi?

Did it hold up?
- We don't know.

I spoke to her
parents' neighbors.

Zadie's mom and
dad have just gone

on a caravan holiday in Wales
and don't take a mobile phone.

Seriously?

The neighbors think
they're somewhere near Rhyl.

There are approximately
132 caravan parks

in the North Wales area.

We've got the local police
trying to track them down.

We know that Zadie
was a drug user,

but she said that Chloe
never touched the stuff.

Well, that's not true
of the night she died.

Chloe was
a recovering addict.

She may have veered from
one extreme to another.

Let's talk to Shawn.

Maybe he noticed some
unusual behavior.

I'll give him a call.

Okay, and I'll talk
to her mom again.

Hello?

- Is that DI Arnold?
- Speaking.

I thought I made it clear
that our conversation

was completely
confidential, and now

it's all over the media.

It wasn't us, Mr. Mansfield.

You expect me to believe
that--I'm not a fool.

This is exactly the
sort of behavior

that will lead to stricter
oversight of the police

from the home office.

I hope I've made myself clear.

Mrs. Carmichael, I wanted to
ask you about Chloe and IVF.

Were you aware
that she'd recently

undergone a course of treatment
at the Bramfield Clinic?

When was this?

It started in July.

I wasn't aware, but
I'm not surprised.

How do you mean?

Chloe seemed to be leading
a healthier lifestyle.

Grandchildren would
have been nice.

That's why I kept this
place on, I suppose.

We're trying to establish
who paid for the treatment.

Would you have any idea?

If I didn't know
about the IVF,

I'm hardly likely to
know who paid for it.

Chloe never wanted any
help from us financially.

It was a point of
principle to her.

So you're no closer to charging
someone with Chloe's murder.

Is there anything more you
can tell us about Zadie Evans?

I hardly know her.

Is she a suspect?
- She's a person of interest.

So your impression
was she was clean?

Yeah, I think so, sir.
I didn't see anything obvious.

I mean, I was only there
for the online stuff.

I'm saying she would have been
careful about how she came

across--I'm a police officer.

How did she seem?

A bit distant, to be honest,
oddly detached, considering she

was the one that reported the
trolling in the first place.

Now, could have been drugs,
hard to say, medication.

She didn't look after herself.

The place was a right
sty, plates piled high,

didn't turn the heat
on, that sort of thing.

Max?

- Oh, um, shall I?
- I think we're done.

Okay, well, let me know
if there's anything

more I can help with, sir.
- Thanks, Shawn. I will.

- Go for a drink?
- Yeah.

I've just spoken to
the North Wales police.

Zadie didn't go to
stay with her parents

when she got back from Ibiza.

They haven't seen her in weeks.

- Oh, come on.
- messaging service.

At the tone, please
record your message.

Hello, the police
have been here again.

Can you call me?

I am very much on my own here.

Astrid.

This is a surprise.

It's colder in here
than it is outside.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Let me, uh...

There.

There, that should warm us up.

Would you like a drink?

I've got a bottle
of wine on the go.

Sure.

Cheers.

How are you getting on?
- Oh, uh, um...

it's a complex case, as usual.

I wasn't asking
about your job.

How are you getting on
with the blank sheet of paper?

Oh, that.

Yeah, oh, well, made a start.

Oh, no, that's a month old.
Sorry.

Let me, um...

The thing is, Astrid...

It's not so long ago that
you were threatening to serve

me with divorce papers.

And then you started
seeing that photographer.

I can't help feeling
that if we were going

to get back together,
we need to think

this through ourselves.

We can't subcontract
the job to someone

who compares a long-term
relationship to skin.

So you don't
want to go ahead?

Now, that's not
what I'm saying.

You can pay
the cancelation fee.

It's more
complicated than that.

Which is why we need help.

But you don't want that.

Astrid, wait.

- Connor?
- You all right, Max?

Yeah.

Hard at it.

I'm sending an email
from Bramfield Clinic.

Got it.

So the person who's been
paying for Chloe's IVF

treatment is none other than--

Well, well, Andrew Mansfield.

So it makes you wonder,
Andrew Mansfield

and Chloe Carmichael?

Stranger things
have happened.

Let's dig deeper
into Mansfield.

Thanks, Connor.

It might be worth
remembering that I'm not only

the member of Parliament
for Chelsea Central

but also chair
of the Home Affairs Committee

with oversight
of the greater London Police.

We won't keep you any longer
than we need to, Mr. Mansfield.

Yesterday morning at
10:10, you were observed

talking to Luke Beckett.

Am I under surveillance?

I assume you've got
the authority for that.

If your involvement
with Chloe

was limited to
her charity work,

why were you talking
to her former manager?

Beckett thought that
he was owed money.

And now that Chloe
is no longer with us,

I thought it important to put
it to bed once and for all.

So you're a busy MP,
but you can find time

to out the financial
affairs of someone

you met only a few months ago?

I am there to serve
my constituents.

You mentioned before that
you were concerned about

the autobiography that Chloe
was working on with Sylvie Wix,

one of those,
let-it-all-hang-out books,

I think you described it as.
- That's right.

I thought she might
come to regret it.

Maybe you'd have
come to regret it, too.

What do you mean?

What DI Arnold is
saying is that you

might have featured
in the book in a way

you wouldn't have liked.

We've been looking at
your parliamentary career.

You joined the House of Commons
at the beginning

of Margaret Thatcher's second
term, correct,

in 1983?

I know when Mrs. Thatcher's
second term began.

- That's when you became an MP.
- Yes.

I wonder if you remember
a young secretary who started

at the same time as you.

She was on your
team for a couple

of months around the
time of the election.

And then in December,

she gave birth
at Chelsea Hospital.

You're joining
a lot of dots here.

The baby's name was Chloe,
and the mother's name

was Hilary Jensen.

She married a man called
Richard Carmichael,

but he wasn't
the biological father.

Because that was you,
wasn't it?

It was one of those things.

it wasn't planned.

One moves on.

Then when Hillary's husband
died earlier in the year,

I asked her permission
to contact Chloe.

It wasn't straightforward,
but Chloe and I, we...

we built a relationship.

So when Chloe wanted a baby,
you paid for her treatment

at the Bramfield Clinic.

- How do you know that?
- We're detectives.

My wife and I, we were
never able to have children.

I would have had a grandchild.

Who you'd never have
been able to acknowledge.

Better than
no grandchild at all.

But then Chloe told
me she was working

on this book with that
ghastly journalist and...

That she was planning
to tell the whole story.

Imagine the consequences?

My wife doesn't even know.

Where were you on Monday
evening between 9:00 and 11:00?

You can't seriously
be suggesting--

I mean, for God's sake.
- Where were you?

There was a
late-night sitting

at the House of Commons.

The Division Bell would
have rung at about 10:00.

Afterwards, I went to the
terrace bar for a drink.

There were plenty of witnesses.

- What are you doing here?
- The back door wasn't locked.

I didn't mean to startle you.

- How did you get here?
- I got the train.

I just wanted to say...

I'm so sad about Chloe.

That was such a lovely day we
had when we came for lunch.

Do you know whether
the police--

you know, have
they got any idea?

That's not a discussion
we should be having, Zadie.

This is an ongoing
investigation.

Yeah, but--

Oh.

Oh, I see.

I know it's a lot
to ask, but I'm--

Is there any way that
you could help me?

Can I stay here,
just for a while?

I hope it's okay
if I wear this.

I know it's Chloe's.
She wouldn't mind.

Zadie, you told us you'd
gone to stay with your parents

when you got back from Ibiza.

Why did you lie to us?

I don't know.
I panicked.

Why?

If you've got nothing to
do with Chloe's death,

what are you worried about?

- I was there.
- You were there?

When I got back
from the airport,

there were all these people
outside the flat and police

cars, and I didn't
know what to do.

And then someone said
that Chloe had died,

and I was so upset.

And I wasn't thinking straight.

So what did you do?

I just stayed out.

Where?

I slept rough.
I didn't have anywhere to go.

You told us that Chloe
never touched drugs.

Are you sure about that?

I knew she had done
things in her past,

but she'd put that behind her.

And she used to say she--

she didn't want me to make
the same mistakes she had made

when she was young.

She was like a
big sister to me.

Sister?

Yes.

We weren't in a relationship.

That was just that
journalist making things up.

- Sylvie Wix?
- Yeah, she was so pushy.

Chloe used to say...

Sylvie Wix
would rather I was dead.

Then the book
would really sell.

I've just had an email.

Chloe's phone, they've
made a partial recovery.

It looks like her last phone
call was from Luke Beckett.

It was at 9:59 and
lasted 4 minutes.

Max, I finally got a response
from Charlie's of Chelsea.

Beckett's account
of his timings

doesn't match with hers.

Turns out he left
a lot earlier.

All right, try his house.
Try the recording studio.

Talk to him.

What was the call about?

He's lied to us
about so many things.

Is he our online troll?

True Mirage...

Anybody, anything?

We thought it
might be an anagram

and that it could
mean Marguerite.

Good.

But we haven't been
able to link anyone

called Marguerite with Chloe.

Marguerite, I know that name.

There's that place, a cafe.

I've seen that somewhere.

Marguerite's...

that's where Sylvia Wix
writes her articles.

- You don't get it, do you?
- Get what?

Celebrity, it's a game.

Chloe knew the rules.

She'd been playing
it long enough.

And what's your point?

When she agreed to the
book, it was obvious what

the publishers wanted--
gossip, dirt, show business.

All she wanted to do was
talk about her charity work.

And then she said that she
wanted to pull out of the deal.

I needed the money.

I'm not a posh girl like her.

So I thought if I dropped
a few messages on social media,

she might realize
how much it meant to me.

Why did you use
the name Marguerite?

I didn't.

True Mirage is an
anagram of Marguerite.

We used to meet in that cafe.

Just a little secret
message to her.

I wanted to see if she had
the wit to figure it out.

Guess what.
She didn't.

What happened that night,
Sylvie, the night Chloe died?

A colleague of mine had seen
her with Andrew Mansfield.

I thought, this
could be interesting.

This could be a big scoop.

The Tory MP and the pop star.

So I went over there
to ask her about it.

She went all quiet on me.
Wouldn't say a word.

So I left.

- Simple as that?
- Yeah.

I didn't kill Chloe.

If I'd killed her,

why would I have turned up here
the next morning

to tell you
that I'd been in her flat?

Murderers have devious minds,
not unlike journalists.

Oh, go on, arrest me.

That would make a great story.

I'd love to see what
evidence you have.

It's not us that
doesn't get it, Sylvie.

It's you.

We're not trading tittle-tattle
for the newspapers.

This is not a game.

We're trying to solve a murder,

and all you've done
is make it harder for us.

Yeah.

Okay.
Yeah, thanks, Jess.

So they're on their
way to the recording

studio now to find out exactly
where Luke Beckett went.

We need to search his
house for DNA that

links him to the crime scene.

I'll apply for a warrant.

I'm sorry.

Olivia.
- Where are you?

You should be here.

Your appointment's
in 10 minutes.

Oh, Christ.

Have you any
idea how difficult

it is to get
another appointment

two days before Christmas?

You really don't
have to come with me.

Oh, I think I do.

You didn't even turn
up the last time.

You know, when you
were a boy, you

used to hide behind
the piano when

it was time for the dentist.

I rightly prioritized
my musical studies.

I am going to tap
a couple of your teeth, Max,

just so we can work out
where this is coming from.

Okay, open wide for me.

Wider.

Lovely.

Yeah.

Ah, marvelous.

That one is going
to have to come out.

Yeah, we don't want
this when you're

sitting down to your
Christmas lunch, do we?

Let's start with the
evening Chloe was murdered.

You told us at 10:45, you left
Charlie's of Chelsea and went

straight home to your wife.
- Yeah.

But you settled
your bill at 9:57.

Do you normally pay for
your meal halfway through?

I went--
I went for a walk.

A few days before Christmas
at 10 o'clock at night?

I must have got home a bit
earlier than I thought.

Not according to your wife.
We checked.

At 9:59, you
made a phone call,

which lasted just over
4 minutes, to Chloe Carmichael.

In contravention of
the restraining order

which forbade you from
approaching her in any way.

She owed me money, okay?

And what did she say?

She told me to
piss off, as usual.

So what did you do
between 9:59 and 11:05 PM

when you arrived home?

As I said, I went
for a walk, okay?

Why were you talking to
Andrew Mansfield yesterday?

He--he made contact with me.

He said that he could speak
on Chloe's behalf.

And then he told me that any
ideas that I had about getting

money from the Christmas
single, well,

I could just forget about that.

If you have
a legitimate claim,

you'll be able to recover
what you feel you're

owed from Chloe's estate.
- Oh, yeah.

And Pete Best was a better
drummer than Ringo?

Well, why do you
think I'm scrambling

around representing
shit bands who can't

even play their instruments?

Because I'm nearly broke.

And it's all because of
Chloe bloody Carmichael.

Did you kill her?

I should be on a yacht, okay?

Who is the bloke that
used to manage Wham!?

Last I heard, he was sailing
around in the Maldives.

It should be me.

Yeah, we're just
waiting for a minute,

just to make sure that you're
not resistant to the injection.

Might I be?

Well, let's see, eh?

Open wide for me.

Nah, no, you're fine.
You're fine.

But there was a woman who
came in last week, right?

I gave her a healthy
dose of lidocaine.

Five minutes later,
no effect at all.

Completely resistant.

So I said to her, I think
you've been spending

too much time with lidocaine's
naughty cousin, haven't you,

my dear?

That's Chelsea
for you, isn't it.

Max, I wasn't
expecting to see you.

Well, it was either
here or the boat.

And here's warmer.

Get some proper
heating or a proper home.

You're beginning
to sound like Astrid.

She's a very sensible woman.

I've been thinking
about Luke Beckett.

Is it possible that he was the
one supplying drugs to Chloe?

I'm going to stop
you right there.

Jess has been
looking at the CCTV.

When Beckett left
Charlie's, he went south.

You can see him here
on Oakley Street, 22:05.

He heads up to Bremerton
street and then

down to Embankment at 22:34.

Problem is, here's Chloe's
flat, Lingdale Street.

- Right.
- It's much too far.

He couldn't have got to
Chloe's flat in that time.

- It's not Luke Beckett.
- Mm-mm.

Okay, let's take a fresh look
at this,

go back to the start.

Maybe see something
that we haven't seen.

What you might call the
blank-sheet-of-paper approach.

So Chloe had a complicated
history with drugs.

Yes.

We keep hearing
different accounts.

Zadie was staying at the flat
and said that Chloe was clean.

But was she?

She took a lot of
drugs that night.

Well, maybe
someone had plied her

with them trying to kill her,
but she had become resistant.

Nobody knew she had developed
a high level of tolerance

for drugs, so...

- She was using them in secret.
- Yes.

But who with?

Chloe was doing
well in the summer.

Hillary said that she
turned over a new leaf.

She'd connected
with Andrew Mansfield.

She was starting her IVF.

Then she started to get
threats, first from Luke,

then from Sylvie.

But that was in the summer,
when we think she was clean.

What was happening
in the autumn,

that's what we don't know.

Hang on.

When did Shawn Kildare
say that he saw Chloe?

May to August.

That's right, the summer.

♪ Christmas... ♪

- There you go.
- Nice. Cheers.

Cheers.

So how you been?

- Pretty good. Busy.
- Yeah. I bet.

You're still working that
Chloe Carmichael case?

Yeah, yeah, I know about that.

It was crazy.

She was capable of anything.

Taking a load of drugs,
drowning in your bath.

It's easy done.

He said she forgot
to turn the heating on.

No one turns their heating
on between May and August.

He must have seen
her more recently.

Connor's meeting him tonight.

- Another one?
- Hannah's expecting me.

- Oh, my God.
- You are so under the thumb.

Enjoy yourself.
It's Christmas.

Max.

Connor.

Are you with Shawn?
- Yeah.

I want you to ask him
when he last saw Chloe.

Don't get his suspicions up.

We think there's an
inconsistency in the timeline.

Find out when he last
went to her flat.

Okay.

Here you go, mate.

Cheers.

You're probably right.

- About what?
- Mm.

Max thinks it's a murder.

But, you know, Max is
head of the murder squad.

He's probably
drumming up business,

if you think about it.
- Right.

Who'd want to
kill her, though?

That's the question.
- Don't know.

You knew her well.

When did you say
you saw her last?

Ages ago.

Not more recently?

No.
Why would you ask that?

Just wondering what
her state of mind was

over the last couple of months.

What's up, Connor?

It sounds like someone's
been feeding you a script.

No.

Do you know what, mate?

I've suddenly remembered
I need to be somewhere.

See you later.

Max, Shawn's done a runner.

We're at the Riverside Arms.
Send all units.

Riverside Arms.

Suspect heading
towards Albert Bridge.

Stop.

Get out the car.
Police, get out of your car.

Get out.
Get out of the car.

Hands on your head.

She was trying to get clean.

But she was always
prey to temptation.

If I had something on me,
cocaine, MDMA, whatever...

we'd end up doing it.

Cybercrime, special delivery.

That's what we called it.

She used to tease me.

I was supplying her with drugs.
It wasn't appropriate.

And then that night,
it all got serious...

Messy.

She decided that
the relationship

had been coercive,

that I'd taken advantage
of her vulnerabilities.

I'd forced the drugs on her.

And she was going to
expose me to my bosses.

I couldn't let that stand,
could I?

She'd already taken
a lot of stuff, so...

I thought, let's get going.

Test the limits.

But, uh...

she didn't die.

So I started thinking...

what if?

Yeah?

You know?

Little accident.

I cleaned up afterwards.

I left the tap running--
that's a nice touch.

Celebrity takes drugs
and drowns in the bath.

You're a serving
police officer...

assigned to protect
Chloe Carmichael.

And instead, you
took advantage of her

and cold-bloodedly killed
her to save your own skin.

I'm not looking
forward to prison.

Not much fun for a copper.

Thank you for coming, Zadie.

I am so sorry I doubted you.

I'm sorry I scared you.

Things were
complicated with Chloe.

I shared a secret.

I know.

She told you?

Chole told me everything.

She loved her dad, Richard.

But she liked Andrew.

And I think she understood
that it was...

difficult for you.

Did she?

I felt she blamed me.

Andrew put politics first,
so I lost him.

Then I lost Richard.

And now Chloe's gone.

Maybe...

we can be friends.

Yes.

I'd like that.

Good work, everyone.

It's very difficult to take on
board it was one of our own.

Keep thinking we should
have spotted something.

We've all been thinking that.

Kildare was never a suspect.

He wasn't a suspect
because it didn't

occur to us to see him as one.

Were we blinded by the badge?

Come on.
You've all got homes to get to.

Go and enjoy Christmas.

- Is John coming up?
- No, he's with his daughters.

I'm getting the first
flight to Dublin.

Nice.

Connor?

Helen's family are with us
until the day after Boxing Day,

I think.

Nice.

- What about you, Jess?
- I'm with my parents.

I'm the reigning
champion at Scrabble,

third successive year.

I can't afford
to let that slip.

Merry Christmas, Max.

Merry Christmas, Max.

Merry Christmas.

What is going on here?

This is a mutiny.

The captain of the ship has
been relieved of his command.

And I just popped over
to pick up my medical supplies.

Astrid has been telling me

all about the
blank-sheet-of-paper approach

and well worth
180 pounds per hour,

I'm sure.

Ta-da.

- What's this?
- Peace offering.

Don't look so miserable.

We can still be friends.

Sorry.

I'm not miserable.

I've just come straight
from something--

Never mind.

I'm very glad you've both
made yourselves at home.

I didn't think you
were staying for Christmas.

You know, that's
not such a bad idea.

What do you think, Astrid?

I haven't got any plans.

And me neither.

Spare me.

♪ You caught my eye ♪

♪ When we met at the party ♪

♪ You flashed that smile ♪

♪ And when you finally
asked my name ♪

♪ It was like Tarzan
meeting Jane ♪

♪ And we knew we'd meet again ♪

♪ Because nobody
wants to be alone ♪

♪ At Christmas ♪