All language subtitles for The Chelsea Detective s01e01 The Wages of Sin.eng

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Ship horn blows ]

[ Playing piano ]

[ Sizzling ]

Bugger.

[ Sighs ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Oi!

That bike belongs to a copper.

How about you mind
your own business.

And he's still not had
his first coffee.

Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

Give me those.

Right.
Stand there.

What you doing, bruv?

You can't just take pictures
of me, mate.

What's your name?

- Jake.
- Jake what?

Turner.
Are you gonna nick me or what?

I'd prefer to avoid
any unnecessary paperwork.

Well, Mr. Turner,
you owe me a new bike lock,

which you can drop off
at Chelsea nick

at your earliest convenience.

Off you go then.

And I mean new.

With a receipt.

As in not bloody nicked!

[ Sighs ]

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Creaking ]

[ Playing guitar ]

Like and share, like and share.

Aw, mate!
What you doing?

The wages of sin...
is death.

The wages of sin...
is death.

Get off.

The wages of sin...
is death.

Jog on.

[ Tense music plays ]

[ Woman speaks indistinctly
on PA ]

Please stand back
from your platform of choice.

[ Screams ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Excuse me! DI Arnold.

Darren Goldfinch,
Chelsea Online News.

Is it true a passenger
was pushed onto the line?

Rumor is we could have
a mad pusher on the loose.

No. That is not true.

Could it be?
Just give me something.

Huff Post are interested.

- Morning, Sir.
- Morning.

Make sure nobody nicks that,
will you?

DI Arnold...

Detective Inspector Arnold.

You did know
I was back today, right?

Did I?

How is it?

By "it", you mean my child?

Motherhood.

Uh, girl, right?

On account of
the pink teddy bear?

Thanks for that, by the way.

Don't tell me.
A flower.

I'm picturing a flower...

Lupin?

Who calls their child Lupin?

- Poppy.
- Poppy.

She's got your eyes.

Beady.

Sorry to hear about your dad.

How have you been?

And, dare I ask.
you and Astrid?

Oh God, Max, you're not still on
that smelly boat, are you?

I might be.

Did we get anything
from eyewitnesses?

PRIYA: She thinks he was pushed.

What did the driver say?

He said he jumped.

Less paperwork if he jumped.

I'm Detective Inspector
Max Arnold.

Please.

You told one of my officers you
believed the victim was pushed?

That's how it looked
at the time.

Did you see who pushed him?

But thinking about it now,

it's more like he jumped.

It all happened so fast.

Or fell.

I think actually he fell.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

He looks unsteady on his feet.

That busker's not happy.

PRIYA: Do you think he made
his way down on to the platform

to give him a shove?

Depends on the type of coffee
that was spilled.

World's first
coffee-related murder.

Not the last.

PRIYA: I can't see a push.

It looks like he falls.

Or jumps.

PRIYA: We need the footage
from the driver's cab.

How'd you know I spoke to him?

Right, right, always watching.

You took a break shortly after.

Yeah, in that direction.

I went to get a refill.

Oh, where'd you get your coffee?

From a van around the corner.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Excuse me.

Can he do that?

What did the victim say to you?

Not "sorry," I can tell you
that much.

Something about sin.

The wages of sin is death.

Are you sure?

Yeah, it was weird.

Did he smell of alcohol?

No, but he --
he was slurring his words.

Morning, Ashley.

Excuse me. Is she on?

I'll just go check.

Morning.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Hold on.

Wait for the beep.

Speak.

Any ID?

Victim is Andrew Knightley,
62 years old,

formerly of 72 Denton Crescent.

Amazing what you find
down here.

Coins, various denominations,
a gym membership card,

expired April 2016,
a false nail -- pink --

a button --
white with a blue ripple.

Did you find his phone?

Just his keys, wallet,
and oyster card so far.

Is he one of yours?

Oi! Can you stop!

- I said stop filming!
- Hey!

How the hell did he end up
on the platform?

I don't know.
Nobody's got past me.

Oh, well, clearly he did!

Can I have my phone back?

How did you get in?

Invisibility cloak.

It's locked. Face ID.

Invisi-bility.

How'd you spell that?

- Is it all I's?
- Are you allowed to do that?

Oh, deleted!

Thank you, Mr. Hewitt.

Venting at a colleague.

Is everything alright?

The kid, the new baby,
new mum thing...

PRIYA: Okay, these are just
random words.

Sleepless nights.

Oh, I think he's asking
if I'm tired.

No, he's concerned why you came
back to work three months early.

Are you and Astrid
still speaking?

Oh, you're deflecting.

We're having a custody battle.

Over what?

My coffee machine.

Astrid bought it for me,
so it's mine.

She doesn't even drink coffee,
for God sake.

Okay, great.

Good to know you've been coping.

[ Sighs ]

[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

Connor. Jess.

- Morning, boss.
- Morning, boss.

- Look busy.
- Hey.

- What are you doing back? Hello.
- Congratulations.

Welcome back.

Um, I've got the footage
from the driver's cab.

- Oh.
- Connor?

Where are we on locating
the victim's next of kin?

The daughter's on holiday
in Tenerife.

I left a message with the hotel.

A message?

I'm chasing.

Okay.

Right, there's our man.

Does that look like a push?

Maybe he trips,
loses his balance.

Hello.

PRIYA: Is that an arm?

- Pushed.
- Oh, definitely.

Start collating everything you
can find on Andrew Knightley.

Hey, Pri, welcome back.

Any baby photos?

Um, later.

Did they call you back early?

That's a bit out of order.

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Okay.

No, Max,
I don't want you round my flat

with your screwdriver
taking it apart.

Oh, your flat now, is it?

Since you left, yeah!

- Asti --
- Astrid.

Asti, how do you know
it's broken?

You don't even drink coffee.

No, but my guests do.

It's probably just the fuse.

Wait, you have guests?

What guests?

Goodbye, Max.

There -- you talked to her.

You feel better now?

Upstairs neighbor said
last Tuesday night,

he heard a loud sobbing
and moaning.

- From this flat?
- Hmm.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

He said he asked him
about it the next morning.

And Andrew Knightley
was mortified.

Said he got carried away
"praying."

- What's his family situation?
- [ Camera shutter clicks ]

PRIYA: Neighbor said he lived
alone since his wife died

six months ago.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

Bank statements.

An invoice for
Brompton Stonemasonry.

Proprietor, Andrew Knightley.

Letters from his GP.

This one from last week.

"Saw Mr. Knightley...

complaining of dizzy spells."

He's been referred for
a thyroid test and an MRI.

Maybe he was ill.

Place is spotless,
but he's missed a bit here.

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

He was unsteady on his feet,
slurring his words,

but there's no alcohol
in the cupboards.

No empties in the recycling.

You checked the bathroom
for pills?

Yeah. Nothing stronger
than paracetamol.

This isn't really about
the coffee machine, is it?

Unless it is, in which case
I'll just buy you a new one.

How much was it?

About £500.

I know, I know.

For my 40th,
Nitin bought me a terrarium.

It's the height of romance --
a cactus and a jar of dirt.

Hello.

A spy camera?

Yeah, but what's it doing
in the bin?

It's not broken.

Looks like
it's motion-activated.

You got a pen?

However did you cope
without me, Max?

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Andrew Knightley's tox samples,
blood and urine,

showed traces
of a synthetic opioid.

We checked with the GP and
he wasn't been prescribed them.

He was using?

It's possible he wasn't aware
he been taking it.

But from the opiod metaboloid
present,

it looks like he'd been
ingesting it for a while.

What do you mean
he wasn't aware?

We didn't find any opioids
in his house.

But I did.

There were traces
in the stomach contents,

so I requested further tests

on foodstuffs
from the victim's kitchen.

Milk and sugar samples
where contaminated.

Someone was drugging him?

Someone was doing
more than that.

Contact burns.

See this discoloration across
his shoulders and upper back?

They're healing, but
probably less than a week old.

Circular, but blistering
in different sizes.

Not cigarette burns.

They look more like
a drip pattern,

possibly oil-based.

What did that neighbor say?

Moaning. Sobbing. Praying.

A spot of Tuesday-night
flagellation.

There's one more thing.

From his medical history...

there's an old fracture
of the right humerus.

Well healed, at least 5
to 10 years old.

But hard to spot clinically.

There's barely any malunion.

Which means?

Which means it's been treated,

so should be on
his medical records,

and it's not.

Boss, cyber boys uploaded
the data dump

from Andrew Knightley's laptop.

Cyber boys?

No social media presence,

but his search history
is interesting.

Oh, and front desk said

some young bloke
dropped that off for you.

Thank you.

"Ghosts," "Ghost writing,"

"Reincarnation,"
"Automatic writing."

Gabriella Tottenham?

CONNOR:
He searched genealogy sites too,

so maybe building
his family tree.

Financial background checks
on Andrew Knightley.

Recent transactions
cross-referenced

with receipts
found in his wallet.

Two items of jewelry --
a necklace and earrings --

bought a week apart,
on the 18th and the 25th.

Not cheap, either.

And he withdrew 500 quid
two days ago.

He didn't have any cash on him.

You checked this against
the inventory from his flat?

No cash or jewelry there.

Phone company sent
through his texts.

He averaged single-number texts
per week, but...

outgoing, 21:05 the night
before he died.

"There is an evil in my home.
Can you help me?"

I've called the number,
left a message.

Requesting a trace.

And when was the last ping
from Knightley's phone?

Uh, oh, 7:55 outside
South Ken station.

So presumably he had his phone
on him when he died.

But it hasn't been
recovered yet.

Um, you might wanna see this.

Photos pulled from
Knightley's laptop.

There's four in total.

"He that hath mercy on the poor
lendeth to the Lord

and he will repay him."

"Do not forget to do good,
and to impart,

for by such sacrifices
God's favor is obtained."

"How gracious and compassionate
is our Lord."

"The unrighteous shall not
possess the kingdom of God.

Do not err."

The last one
was taken six days ago.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

JESS: I've traced
the victim's last text.

It was sent to an Erin Murphy.

She's the chapel warden
at Brompton Cemetery.

MAX: Okay. Thanks, Jess.

SIMON: Emmeline Pankhurst
famously buried here,

but what age was she

when she joined
the suffrage movement?

Was it 14, 18, or 21?

18?

[ Imitates buzzer ]
It was 14!

Emmeline was 14

when she joined
the suffrage movement.

Right, everyone come on.

Through there.

Come on, let's keep it going.

That's it.

"An evil in my home."

I had no idea what he meant.

You didn't respond?

No.

Thank you.

I was going to ask him about it
yesterday morning.

You and he had planned to meet?

Most mornings, he's in
the chapel when I arrive.

Is that a new habit?

The frequency is.

It's been almost daily
for the past month.

I did wonder if he was ill.

He looked pale.

Have you ever been
in Andrew's flat?

No.

Where were you
at 8:00 AM yesterday?

Dropping my husband
at Saint Pancras.

We found some writing on a
mirror in Mr. Knightley's home.

Four in total,
over the last four weeks.

Did he write them?

Not from our
handwriting analysis.

Does anything stand out?

Beyond it being a threat?

Proverbs, Hebrews...

That one's Psalms.

Corinthians.

But the language?

Um, is it standard King James?

One moment, please.

PRIYA: "Ghost writing"?

"Reincarnation."

I mean, he worked in a cemetery,

maybe something
followed him home.

I'm joking, Max.

I'm sorry.
Is your father buried here?

I'm so sorry.

Is that Davinson Clarke?

Mrs. Murphy, do you know
that man?

ERIN: Davinson? Yes.

And I know all about his past.

I volunteer at a place
that helps people

like Davinson
get back into work.

Ex-cons?

People who've fallen
on hard times.

I don't judge.

Any history between Davinson
and Andrew Knightley?

You'd have to ask him.

Now, they're from
the Douay Rheims translation.

It's Catholic. Traditionalist.

Quite common.

But this one,
this is truncated.

The full quote is "Know you not
that the unrighteous

shall not possess
the kingdom of God.

Do not err, neither fornicators,
nor idolaters, nor adulterers."

Wow, hard to fit all that
on a mirror.

Think he'll remember us?

Mr. Clarke!

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

This is DI Arnold.

Any units near
Brompton cemetery?

Chasing a suspect on foot
towards the Fulham Road.

Davinson Clarke.
Advise caution.

He's got previous for GBH
and aggravated robbery.

I think he remembered us.

Aww, it's been ages
since I've had a stitch.

Well, you've just -- you know.

Yeah, I know.

[ Tapping ]

[ Door opens, closes ]

Hiya.

I've just started working
on the head.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Inspector
Max Arnold.

This is Detective Sergeant
Priya Shamsie.

Are you Hayley Donohue?

Yeah.

We're investigating an incident
at South Kensington tube station

yesterday morning,

which resulted in the death
of Mr. Andrew Knightley.

What happened?

PRIYA:
He was hit by a tube train.

I'm sorry, we do have to
ask some questions.

Hayley?

Okay, okay.

Alright.

Stay still.

[ Camera shutter clicking ]

It's so impressive.

Thanks.

We were supposed to build it
together,

but it's all my own work.

Andrew kept avoiding it.

Why's that?

He just hated doing it.

Have you worked together long?

Coming up to two years.

I started here on
an apprenticeship

and then Andrew kept me on.

He was a good boss.

There. It's not deep.

You might need a tetanus shot
if you're not up to date.

Thanks.

Can you tell us anything
about Andrew's personal life?

You know he was widowed
last year?

Did he have a current partner?

No, he was
the married-for-life type.

PRIYA: He recently bought
some jewelry.

A necklace and some earrings.

HAYLEY: That was for
his daughter's birthday.

I helped him choose them.

What's this?

Charity barbecue a while back

that Andrew roped me
in to help at.

He donated all the food.

Was Andrew friendly
with Davinson Clarke?

Sure. Davinson helps us
prep the plots.

You and Mr. Knightley
look close.

We were, I suppose,
but he's my boss,

so I had to laugh at his jokes.

I know how that goes.

Did you socialize
outside of work?

Me and Andrew?

No.

Did you go to his house?

No.

Could we take a sample
of your handwriting?

What for?

Elimination purposes.

What should I write?

The whatsit fox
and the lazy dog?

How about "The Lord is Gracious
and Merciful."

"The Lord

is Gracious

and Merciful."

Is this about the messages --
the ones on his mirror?

Mr. Knightley told you
about those?

ERIN: Oh. Did he.

He showed me a photo of one
on his phone.

"Messages from his ghost,"
he told me.

He was hoaxing it, right?

Oh...

Do you have any other samples
of your writing to compare?

Seeing as you already knew
about those.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Thank you.

We also found a video camera
in Mr. Knightley's home.

Do you know about that?

No.

Maybe he was trying
to film his ghost.

MAX: Okay.

Put some officers
outside the suspect's flat.

There's no sign
of Davinson Clarke.

Oh, are we taking the tour?

Had a gut feeling
about that tour guide.

He was watching us like a hawk.

Is there a number we can call?

A-ha!

CHIPS.

The Chelsea Historical
Preservation Society.

It's my aunt's passion.

[ Doorbell rings ]

Hello, stranger.

Morning.

You remember my partner, Priya?

Partner?

Ah, as in copper.
Well, obviously.

'Cause you're way
out of his league.

I called Simon.
He's on his way.

Come through.

I love your aunt.

It's our most popular tour.

Simon used to be an actor.

Still am an actor, Livvy,
and a writer.

Playwright.

MAX: How well did you know
Andrew Knightley?

Only to chat about the weather.

The reason I was staring...

I was plucking up the courage
to come over.

I might have some information
about the groundsman.

Go on.

Must've been two days ago.

I saw Andrew Knightley
give Davinson some money.

It looked like a lot
of cash too.

I've heard people say
that Davinson's the man

to speak to if you want --
you know.

What?

Drugs.

And did you see an exchange?

No.

Well, when Mr. Clarke turns up,
we'll ask him.

I'm late for rehearsals.

Is there anything else
you need from me?

MAX: We'd like a sample
of your writing.

You wanna read my play?

Your handwriting.

Can you write out
the following sentence, please?

Um, "The unrighteous shall not
possess the kingdom of God."

Why do you need that?

Just collecting writing samples
of everyone

who had contact
with Andrew Knightley.

This is going to the library?

It's first edition.

Doesn't want to help,
but keen to interfere.

Just like his father.

That's fine. Thanks.

Thank God for spellcheckers.

Where were you yesterday
at 8:00 AM?

I was here.

What were you doing here?

I'm staying here.

It's only for a couple of weeks.

Just while his flat's
being decorated.

Sorry, I really do need to go.

Is that okay?

Uh, yeah.

If we have any more questions,
we know where to find you.

Don't wait up, Livvy.

I don't like him.
He's shifty.

- He's good company.
- How well do you know him?

I've been friends with his mum
since forever.

Oh, Max, your police antenna
makes you think

everybody's shifty.

You know, intergenerational
relationships are

far more common
than you think.

Mr. Simon Turnbull
is not my aunt's type.

- Oh?
- Trust me.

Oh.

Okay.

I get it.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

Yes, absolutely.

No. No, it's not a problem.

- [ Door opens ]
- Yeah.

Uh, can I just call you back?

Thank you.

Hey.
Dinner's in the microwave.

Did you jog home?

- I went to the track.
- It's good timing.

Do you remember Jo Lyndsey?
She was covering for me.

She just called.
They need me to review

the Itsu campaign
before it goes out.

- Could you...?
- I need to shower and eat.

[ Machine beeps ]

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Cellphone rings ]

Congratulations, Asti.

I bet you broke it on purpose.

- Boss.
- Oh.

Check your e-mail.

Where did these come from?

COOPER: There's a new one.

"The wages of sin is death."

When was this taken?

Says in the copy
it was the morning he died.

Chelsea Online News.

That reporter at South Ken tube.

Um, Darren Bullfinch, Goldcrest.

The site's owned by
a Darren Goldfinch.

That's him.
Find his contact details.

I want to know how he got
these pictures.

Will do.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

COOPER:
Was it just these photos?

Or were there others?

Just these.

How'd you come by them?

An anonymous source.

Arrived in the post
this morning, an envelope,

with a USB stick inside.

- Do you still have the envelope?
- No, I recycled it.

- What about the USB stick?
- It's somewhere.

Was the address handwritten
or printed?

I don't remember.

As of this morning,
5,000 hits and counting.

You normally get
less than 1,000 a week.

If I was you, I'd stretch this
out a bit longer too.

That's not what I'm doing.

I'll write you a receipt
for this.

No, no, I need that for work.

Look, um...

Good journalists need
to protect their sources.

Fine. Fine.
It wasn't on a USB stick.

It was a WeTransfer link
from 1990superNH@protonmail.com.

Proton Mail is --

Yeah,
we know what Proton mail is.

Could "NH" be initials
and 1990 date of birth?

Didn't think to ask.

A good journalist would ask.

You said at the start
I haven't been arrested?

That's correct.

So I'm free to
terminate this interview

and leave at any time?

Thank you, Mr. Goldfinch.

Proton Mail is an end-to-end
encrypted e-mail service.

Hello, Poppy!

Say hello. Say hello.

Am I on mute?

Oh, she's smiling now. Look.

PRIYA: Oh, let me see!

Oh, hold on, hold on.

It was a lot easier to lie
before FaceTime, Nitin.

You missed it by micro-seconds.

Look, she's -- she's cold
and she's tired.

Let me just sort her out
and I'll call you back.

It's okay, I'll --
I'll just see her later.

I'd better go. Bye.

Bye.

The spy-cam
from the Knightley residence

was purchased on the Internet
from a firm in Hong Kong.

Posted to a PO Box in the name
of "Snap Dragon 2,000."

No listings for it
on Companies House.

MAX:
But the camera was networked.

Do we know which way
it was pointing?

COOPER: Untraceable.

The IP address is used by
Surfshark, a VPN service.

Okay.

What are you doing?

What you're not.

Paperwork.

Is everything okay?

With Lupin?

Poppy.

I know.

She's fine.

I used to sit
in my dad's bookshop

and listen to him
chatting to customers

about "getting lost in a book."

And for years,

I thought everyone had
the same problem as me.

Permanently lost.

It's frustrating not
to understand

something so fundamental.

And I found ways
that work for me.

Visual clues.

Pictures make more sense
than words.

Are you okay?

Sorry, go on.

Well, my dad realized
there was another reason

why I was struggling
with schoolwork.

I mean, it was hardly ever
talked about then, dyslexia,

so his solution was to do
all my reading for me,

which was really annoying.

Textbooks, homework,

a chapter of a book every night.

And half the time,
when he was reading,

I'd get impatient,
struggling to follow the story,

the words whizzing by
too fast to picture it right.

But my old man, he persevered.

The thing is,

the words didn't matter.

What mattered was his voice
in my ear.

Knowing that he hadn't
given up on me.

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Sighs ] Anyway...

Max, don't ever change.

Never been any good at that.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Bloody hell. Priya!

Keep your eye
on our busker friend.

What was his e-mail address?

Super NH, H, NH, NH...

- Nicholas...
- Hewitt.

Nicholas Hewitt.

TFL issue licenses for buskers.

They'll have an address.

When Andrew Knightley
bumped into you

at South Ken Tube, you
helped yourself to his phone.

Picked his pocket.

No, I didn't!

Station CCTV caught you.

And half an hour ago,

our officers found that phone
at your girlfriend's flat.

No comment.

How much did Darren Goldfinch
pay you for the photos?

No comment.

Did you push Andrew Knightley
onto the tracks?

After all, you were
angry with him.

What, for spilling my coffee?
Come on!

You took his phone,
but that wasn't enough.

And when the red mist
came down,

you decided
to really punish him.

I didn't. I swear.

I went to get a refill.
I was only gone a minute.

And anyway, why would I
stick around to talk to you lot?

This is nuts.

Look, that reporter bloke
Goldfinch, you talk to him?

Of course.

He gave me his card.

So when I found the photos
on the phone, I contacted him.

He offered me 100 quid,
but he hasn't paid.

Process him.
Theft and obstruction.

There's more -- a video too.
I was --

I was gonna charge Goldfinch
extra for it.

When we caught you filming
on the platform,

our officers insist
there was no way

you could have got past them.

So how did you do it?

And don't say
invisibility cloak.

Fire door at the rear
of the station has a dodgy lock.

Can jiggle it open,
let yourself in.

When I was sleeping rough,

I'd use it to get into
the tunnels at night.

COOPER: The video was recorded
by Andrew Knightley

in his flat
the night before he died.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

ANDREW: I need to know...

Is it you?

I need to know...

Is it you?

He's really struggling.

ANDREW: Or am I going mad?

Is it you?

What are you thinking?

We need to find out who
that girl in the photo is.

[ Lock beeps ]

[ Poppy crying ]

I've left you some dinner
in the fridge.

You alright?

You know at work,

I know what I'm doing.

I'm good at it.

But with her --
I can't shake this feeling

that I'm just gonna screw it up.

Well, if you want to blame
your mum,

I'm 100% behind that.

Maybe some of it's her fault.

But not all of it.

If I do start to mess this up,

if I am just...

If I am just crap
at being a mum...

you'll tell me, right?

God, no. You're kidding?

Good.

[ Somber music plays ]

[ Dramatic music plays ]

- Morning.
- Morning. Not so fast.

Andrew Knightley's daughter
just touched down at Heathrow.

We're gonna meet her
at his flat.

Finally. Someone who can
shed some light on Andrew.

- Yeah.
- No one seems to know him.

Apart from Hayley.

I got Jess
looking into her movements.

When the hotel said
police from London had called,

I thought I'd been burgled.

I never expected this.

Was your dad in any trouble?

We hardly spoke.

Unless hastily-written birthday
and Christmas cards count.

So he didn't buy you jewelry
for your birthday

No.

Last time we talked
was six months ago,

at Mum's funeral, but even then
only about practicalities --

sorting out Mum's will.

Dad had no interest
in mending bridges.

Me neither after he told me
my mother's death

was God's punishment
for his sins.

Was he due a pay-out?

Mum's life insurance.

It's due any day now.

We found this photograph
on the mantelpiece.

Who is it?

I don't know,
but I've seen her before.

[ Sighs ]

Dad used to do anything for you,

and then one day,
he couldn't care less.

Mum blamed it
on his accident.

What accident?

He wrote off Mum's car.

Broke his arm?

Yeah.

When was this?

End of my second year at uni,

so June, July 2012.

Did he go to the hospital?

Yeah, of course.

Only there's no mention
in his medical records

about a broken arm.

There must be.

MAX: What was your mother's
occupation?

Well, she was a nurse.

So then it's possible...

No. That's absurd.

Why -- Why wouldn't he
go to the hospital?

Can you tell us anything else
about the accident?

I was away when it happened.

Next time I came home --
Christmas --

Dad's arm had healed,
but he wasn't himself.

He just wanted to be left
on his own.

And then one day,
I found him in his workshop,

staring at this picture.

I asked him if he was okay

and he shouted
and pushed me out.

As soon as I graduated,
I moved out.

Couldn't wait to get away.

But you don't know who she is?

Or what your father's sin was?

No.

There's so much I wish I knew.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

According to Andrew Knightley's
financial records,

he purchased
a silver chain necklace

and a pair of diamond earrings
on the 18th

and 25th of this month.

You told us he bought those
for his daughter.

That's what he told me.

The mast data for your mobile

shows you at Andrew Knightley's
address

on two occasions -- the 5th
and the 12th of this month.

Andrew sometimes asked me to
drop things off on my way home.

He had a habit of
leaving his keys behind.

When we asked before if you'd
been to his flat, you said no.

I've never been inside.

The morning before he died,
he withdrew £500.

Do you know anything about that?

No.

Were you romantically involved
with Andrew Knightley?

What?

That's absurd. Of course not.

Can you identify this girl?

It's just someone
off the Internet.

It's Andrew's reference photo
for the carving of the angel.

Some food items we found
in his kitchen

had been laced with opioids.

Do you know anything about that?

- No.
- If we searched your flat,

would we find
similar substances?

No.

We believe someone was trying
to gaslight Andrew,

con him out of money
and expensive gifts.

Was that the plan --
to exploit him?

- No.
- Did he tell you about

the pay-out
he was due to receive

- from his wife's life insurance?
- No.

Where were you the morning
Andrew Knightley died?

I was at home.

If you have my GPS data,
you should know that.

Unless you left your
phone there?

Did you speak to my flatmate?

She'll confirm I was at home.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Max.

You don't want it?

Thanks, but no.

I felt guilty for breaking
your old one,

so I -- I replaced it.

Am I missing something?

Do you want to come in?

No, I don't want to come in.

Fine.

Okay. I'll come in.

I'm jealous.

There.

Is that what you want to hear?

I'm jealous because you seem to
be doing alright without me.

On a houseboat.

You're not jealous.

And angry.

You want me to think
you're jealous and angry.

You're infuriating.

It eats you up, you can't
control what I do any more.

Nonsense!

Take the bloody machine.

I want you to have it.

Take it.

It's the top model, much better
than your old one.

There it is.

What?

I'm going to repair
my coffee machine.

That's what you do
when something's broken, Asti,

you fix it.

I'm gonna give it
to someone else then.

Oh, you have to make everything
so complicated.

I loathe complications.

You thrive on them.

I bet you broke my machine
on purpose.

Please!

You create these dramas
so you can take control.

That is not fair!

- Drink your wine.
- I'm driving.

You're bicycling!

We outgrew each other.

Well, I outgrew you.

Do you miss me?

I most definitely do not.

Good.

Good.

I don't want it.

Will you please take
the bloody thing?

- Keep it for your guests.
- I don't have any guests.

Asti, you asked me to leave
and now you're upset?

Or are you scared
I might have outgrown you?

And I like my houseboat.

Whoop-dee-bloody-do!

[ Somber music plays ]

Simon?

- I'm doing some washing.
- [ Shower running ]

Do you want me to --

[ Water stops ]

[ Door opens ]

SIMON: Livvy?

Well, what do you think?

Livvy, have you forgotten?

Forgotten what?

You asked me to sell those.

You don't remember?

It was a couple of nights back,

you asked me to get
the ball rolling.

God, you know what,
this is my fault.

It was after we had two spliffs
and a bottle of red.

I'm sorry, I should've
checked with you first.

Are you alright?

I mean, going through my things
like this,

that is not the Livvy I know.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

What's wrong?

I'd like it if you packed
your things and left.

And it's Olivia.

Not Livvy.

Is everything alright?

Oh, £350's not a bad price,
considering.

What's the problem?

Your police antenna
was right, Max.

I didn't sell this.

I found it in Simon's room.

He's been helping himself
to your Dad's books.

Little bastard,
conning old people.

People. Conning people.

I looked at his eBay account.

This is the sixth one he sold.

"Snapdragon."

[ Dramatic music plays ]

He's not bloody dyslexic either.

Is he still at yours?

Yes, but I told him
to pack his things.

Leave it with me.

Can I have a word?

What about?

About a video.

[ Sighs ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Are these from
Mr Clarke's pockets?

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

You've knocked him out cold.

Paramedics have taken him
to hospital for a scan.

Five days ago, Simon Turnbull
saw you receiving money

from Andrew Knightley.

The day before, Knightley
withdrew £500 from his account.

Is this what's left of it?

You'll have to ask Knightley.

- Well, we can't, can we?
- Why not?

He was murdered four days ago.

Pushed onto the tracks
at South Ken tube.

You didn't know?

Did Andrew ask you
to pay Simon a visit?

Start of the week, I saw Simon
arguing with Knightley

about a video.

Simon wanted him
to pay five grand

or he'd put it up on YouTube.

So you offered to help?

£500's cheaper than five grand.

You're all heart.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Simon Turnbull takes
a lot of selfies.

I found this bible
in Simon's room.

The passages marked are the same
as the ones

on Andrew Knightley's mirror.

Is that Hayley
from the Stonemasons?

Do you think they're more
than just friends?

Maybe.

Hello.

Looks like it was Simon
gaslighting Knightley.

PRIYA:
I bet he was drugging him too.

There's an unmarked folder here.

It's video files.

- That's the spy camera footage.
- Yeah.

Andrew waking up,

opening the curtains.

Andrew laying out clothes,

Andrew leaving,
coming back with a mug of tea.

Andrew...

MAX: Oh.

Oh, dear.

ANDREW: [ Whimpering]

PRIYA: And there's Hayley again.

ANDREW: Please God, forgive me.

MAX: Candle wax.

ANDREW: Forgive me for my sins.

[ Crying]

Whose idea was it
to target Andrew?

Yours or Simon's?

Did you know he was drugging
Andrew Knightley?

No.

Did you give Simon
Andrew's keys?

This is Simon's laptop.

[ Andrew whimpering]

Oh, please, God, forgive me.

Forgive me for my sins.

[ Crying]

Forgive me for my --

[ Dramatic music plays ]

Last month, Andrew and I
were working late.

He was acting strangely,
like he was scared to go home,

so I asked him what was wrong.

He said a ghost was leaving him
these messages to punish him.

For what?

For his sins.

But you knew it was Simon
leaving them?

Not until much later.

At first, I thought Andrew was
writing them to himself.

Then, Simon told me it was him.

He said it was a prank.

But Andrew was convinced

the only way to stop
the messages was for him...

For him to punish himself.

I tried to talk him out of it.

Then he asked if I would help.

I didn't know what to say.

I felt sorry for him,
so I said sure, I'd help.

I didn't know what he had
in mind till I turned up.

The jewelry was
a thank you gift.

Or payment, I suppose.

Only happened a couple of times.

Did you confide in Simon
that this was going on?

That's when he told me
it was him writing the messages.

I told him to stop.
It wasn't funny.

I had no idea he planned
on filming it.

Assured me I was doing the
right thing by helping Andrew.

[ Somber music plays ]

You still haven't unpacked, Max.

MAX: I've been a bit busy!

This actually makes sense
to you?

Yeah.

It's how I see things.

Right, let's separate the murder
from the mirror-writing.

We can't place Simon,

Hayley, or Davinson Clarke
at South Ken tube.

What if Andrew Knightley
genuinely thought a ghost

was writing to him?

If so...

was that his ghost?

Who is she?

PRIYA: Hayley said he hated
working on that.

The Angel Gabriel.

Gabriel. Gabriel...

Gabrielle.

Gabriella.

Andrew's search history.

Two weeks before he died,
he searched for

"Gabriella, Tottenham."

"Gabriella, Tottenham."

[ Dramatic music plays ]

When did his daughter
say his accident was?

Um, uh, June, July 2012.

PRIYA: Here it is.

Tottenham Record,
20th of June, 2012.

Gabriella Hadlow, 19 years old,
charity worker.

Died following a hit-and-run.

There's a photo.

Yeah, it's her.

She worked for Crisis.

Gabriella Hadlow?

That barbecue that Andrew
dragged Hayley to.

It was for a charity.

Hadlow. Hadlow.

Hadlow...

Hadlow House?

Was it Hadlow House?

Yeah, here it is, Hadlow House.

"Taking action
to end homelessness."

Founded in May 2013 by family

and friends of Gabriella Hadlow,
in her memory.

Where have I seen
that logo before?

An eyewitness, Toby Spencer,

supplied Haringey with
a description of the driver.

White male, 50s, red saloon,
but they never found him.

- Did you?
- Oh, yes.

According to the DVLA,

a 2008 red Mondeo

registered to
Katherine Knightley,

Andrew's wife, was updated SORN

on the 2nd of August, 2012.

He took it off the road.

I've checked his
insurance records,

and there's no sign of a claim.

He scrapped it,
destroyed the evidence.

There was a survivor,

suffered minor injuries.

In the vehicle?

No, friend of the deceased.

With her when
the collision occurred.

Listed in the report
as Jane Reece.

Wait.

Middle name, Erin.

Thanks, Jess.

Erin told us that
she volunteered for a charity.

That's where I've seen
that logo before.

The busker's coffee cup.

But on CCTV,
there was no sign of her.

[ Dramatic music plays ]

White with a blue ripple.

MAX: Afternoon, Mrs. Murphy.

- May we have a word?
- Please.

How can I help?

We wanted to ask you about
an accident in 2012.

A hit-and-run which resulted
in the death of a young lady

called Gabriella Hadlow.

We believe Andrew Knightley
was the driver

of the vehicle responsible.

What can you tell us about that?

Gabriella's family speak
very fondly of you.

We know you volunteer for
a charity called Hadlow House.

And according to their schedule,

the morning
Andrew Knightley died,

you were doing
the breakfast run,

serving food and hot drinks
from the back of their van

a short distance
from South Kensington station.

That schedule's wrong.
I was --

You knew Andrew Knightley
would be at the station

at that time of the day.

- No.
- MAX: Working for the homeless,

you know about
the broken fire door

at the back of the station.

That's how you gained access,
isn't it,

Erin?

Mrs. Murphy, is this your coat?

Yes.

MAX: White with a blue ripple.

We found this on the tracks
near Andrew Knightley's body.

You must have lost it
when you pushed him.

June 2012.

What happened that night?

We were walking back
from the college bar,

like we did
a few times each week.

Then this car...

It was like it appeared
from nowhere.

Andrew Knightley was driving?

I wasn't sure
till I saw him again.

MAX: When was that?

When I started working here
about three years ago.

I recognized him,
but he didn't know me from Eve.

Did you confront him?

What would he have said?
That he was sorry?

I know why
he didn't wait around,

why he didn't go to the police.

Way he was driving,
he was clearly drunk.

I did what Gabby would've done.
I decided to...

understand him,

to forgive him.

So what changed?

When we organized the barbecue
and Andrew offered

to pay for it all,
I thought it was a kind gesture.

I thought he was
a good man after all,

that he had remorse
for what he'd done.

I could've lived with that.

But then he told me
about his ghost,

sent me that text.

"An evil in my home."

How dare he.

"An evil in my home."

That's how he described her.

"An evil in my home."

How dare he.

So you decided to punish him?

Yes.

You went on to the platform
to wait for him?

He should've stopped.

He shouldn't have driven off.

A good man would've taken
Gabriella to hospital.

A good man would've saved her.

Andrew Knightley was not
a good man.

Yes, I pushed him.

I'm so, so sorry.

[ Crying ]

[ Somber music plays ]

Paperwork then.

Can it wait until tomorrow?

Only I'd like to go home,
if that's okay?

Is everything alright?

Yeah. Yeah.

At least I'm getting there.

I'll see you tomorrow, Max.

Enjoy your smelly boat.

I've been avoiding it.

Oh, I realize that.

I've been tending it
until you were ready.

Fighting a losing battle, mind.

[ Somber music plays ]

Your dad would have loved that.

Ready?

[ Sighs ]

Bye, Dad.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Upbeat music plays ]

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