All language subtitles for The Chelsea Detective 1x03 - The Gentle Giant (English)

What an atmosphere there is

in the Chelsea stadium today.

He keeps on working
to win Chelsea a corner.

He didn't make the clearance.

The ball quickly found
its way in Chelsea's half.

The goalkeeper was helpless there.

That is one of the goals of the season.

He finished it well, but the quality

of the pass was astounding.

And that will surely be the goal
that takes Chelsea to Wembley.

The referee is looking at his watch.

It's been another dominant performance

by a resurgent Chelsea,

who have their sights firmly
set on Europe next year.

And that's it. The result
was never in doubt,

but what a performance.

Chelsea at their magisterial best.

- You all right? Yeah.
- All right.

- Mind if I get a selfie?
- Yeah, come on.

There he is.

All right, take it easy, boys.
See you later, yeah?

Never lose it, huh? Never lose it.

Fancy a pint?

- Might as well.
- You've twisted my arm.

See if you can finish
your meal tonight, eh?

You should get off.

After today's game,
the thorny subject of violence

from a tiny minority
of football supporters

- is raised once again.
- First the report

of minor scuffles after the game.

We cannot allow these inferior elements

to cast a shadow over a
glorious afternoon for Chelsea.

Absolutely.

- All right there?
- Yeah.

Everything is shipshape, boss.

Another Chelsea win.

Watch out for the usual drunks later on.

Hm. Let 'em try something.

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Oh.

Oh, gosh.

Oh...

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Milk, two sugars.

How are you feeling?

- Late.
- Oh. Good game, eh?

Chelsea on form.

- It's almost like the old days.
- I wouldn't go that far.

Still missing a certain
something in midfield.

Or a certain someone.

Modesty forbids.

Listen, Carsten, I'm gonna have to dash.

You might find some
bread in this cupboard

if the mice haven't got there first.

Ah, thanks, mate.

Nice gaff, by the way.

Oh, are we swaying slightly,

or did we have one
too many pints after the game?

Drop the latch on your way out.

You're up?

Police.

Thank you.

Oh.

Not too close, please.

According to the photo I.D.,
his name's Steve O'Hara.

Appears to work at Cooper's,
the building supplies place.

Do we know what time, Ashley?

Early hours of the morning.

It's difficult to be precise.

I'd say between 1:00 a.m. and 4:00 a.m.

This was lying beside him on the ground.

And this. It looks like drugs.

There's also a mobile phone.

Given the amount of blood loss,

he probably wouldn't have lasted
more than a few minutes.

There are no obvious defense injuries.

We're not well served for
CCTV 'round here, I'm afraid.

So this is what? A random attack?

Did they know each other?

Had they arranged to meet?

This was in his jacket.

Brinston Close.

Thanks, Ashley.

Let's you and I do next of kin.

We'll get Connor and Jess
on crime scene and witnesses.

We're looking for Siobhan O'Hara.

It's not a good moment.

We need to see Mrs. O'Hara.

It's about her husband.

Come in.

Mrs. O'Hara?

I'm D.I. Arnold, and
this is D.S. Shamsie

from Chelsea police station.

Can I confirm that you're
married to Steve O'Hara?

Yes, she is.

I have to tell you, a very
serious assault has taken place.

And we believe the victim
to be your husband.

It appears to have been a knife attack.

We're so sorry, but he didn't survive.

Mrs. O'Hara, can you think of any reason

why anyone would
have wanted to harm Steve?

Anyone he knew?

It's okay.

Excuse me. Could I have a word?

It's fine.

Sorry. You are?

Paulo Mendez.

I'm her nurse.

Were you with her last
night, Mr. Mendez?

No. Um, I only work days.

What time did you leave?

Just after Steve left for work.

7:00.

Mrs. O'Hara, at the scene
we found a quantity of drugs.

Can you think of any reason for that?

Nobody would have hurt Steve.

Everybody loved him. Everybody.

He was a hero.

No. No.

He was my hero.

No. No. No.

No.

You do realize Siobhan is unwell?

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Steve's worked here for ages.

He's the night security guy.

I said goodbye to him
when I left yesterday evening.

But this morning, I couldn't find him.

Any idea why he'd leave the premises

in the middle of the night?

The thing is, Steve and
Siobhan... his wife...

They only live five minutes away.

And Siobhan's got cancer.
She hasn't got long to go.

Steve would sometimes visit her
when things were quiet,

just to check on her.

Was that allowed?

Well, I turned a blind eye.

You've got CCTV presumably?

Sure. Yeah.

Where were you last
night, Mr. Sylvester?

Just at home. With my family.

We saw a "Local Hero"
certificate he got.

What do you know about that?

Yeah, that was Steve all over.
He was so proud.

Chased a bunch of kids
who were dealing drugs.

What do you call it...
A citizen's arrest?

Very anti-drugs, was he?

Steve?

Definitely.

So the attack took place here,

pretty much midway between Cooper's,

where Steve O'Hara worked,

and Brinston Close, where he lived.

Around 3:00 in the
morning, give or take.

His wife, Siobhan, is ill,
and his boss said Steve

made it a habit of popping home
in the middle of the night.

- We'll need to corroborate that.
- Will do.

Found at the scene... This and this.

I checked out this "Local Hero" thing.

O'Hara chased and caught
a gang of teenagers

he saw with cocaine.

One kid got nicked... Finn Davidson.

Then there's Steve's
boss, Artie Sylvester.

We've already spoken to him,
but we should follow up,

see what he has to say. And finally,

Siobhan has a palliative care
nurse, Paulo Mendez.

Usual background checks.

Right. House-to-house.
CCTV. Phone records.

And we need to find this
Finn Davidson. Let's get busy.

Yeah.

Siobhan.

I made up something a
bit stronger than usual.

I just think you need it.

You've had a shock.

A shock?

My husband is dead.

_

What can you tell us, Ashley?

Entry point here, in the lower abdomen,

likely traveling up through
the organs and into the aorta.

A perfect example

of how a single stab
wound can prove fatal.

The angle makes me think

the assailant was very
close to the victim.

Like this.

There's also an injury
on the side of his head

caused by a blunt instrument
which hasn't been recovered.

Likely made before the stab wound.

You said there were
no defensive injuries?

No.

Someone he knew, then.

Probably.

Look, he's a big fellow, right?

He could chase down a gang of teenagers,

but not save himself from this?

Hmm.

The murder weapon has the dimensions

of an ordinary kitchen knife...
The one we found at the scene.

Blood spatter would
have been significant.

We found his keys and
the wallet that you've seen,

which didn't contain any money.

Though there was �500 in cash
in the portacabin.

So you stab someone
you're selling drugs to,

panic, and leave the knife
and drugs at the scene.

Well, that's assuming Steve
was buying, instead of selling.

Although apparently he didn't
want anything to do

- with drugs, at all.
- Apparently.

Interesting collection of tattoos.

Never quite seen the appeal myself.

Oh, I don't know.

What, have you...?

I don't think that's
any of your business, sir.

No. No. Sorry.

Poor Siobhan.

Ready?

- Sir. Sorry.
- Thank you.

Hi.

Sad business.

Yeah.

Who'd have believed it, eh?

Such a lovely man.

Were you a friend?

_

Shh.

When does she move into her own room?

Uh, just before university.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Are you gonna finish painting it?

Yeah, I'll do it this weekend.

- I can do it myself if you like.
- No.

No, because decorating is my thing.

Mm.

What shade are we going for?

Um... the middle one?

Because it's not too dark
and it's not too light.

Right. Right.

You don't think we
should just go for pink?

- No.
- No?

We're not doing it to
please your mother.

_

What?

Oh, come on.

- Ashley.
- Good morning, Max.

I've got some initial findings
from the crime scene.

Give me a moment. Most unusually,

I've got a problem with the plumbing.

Go on.

Nothing exciting to report, I'm afraid.

The drugs were a heroin-fentanyl mix.

Whatever happened to
good old pure heroin?

I didn't get that, Max.

- Oh.
- Lips.

What about the surrounding area?

Tricky.

The place is a piece of waste ground.

People dump their rubbish there.

The DNA's a mess.

But we're on it.

That's great, Ashley.

- Well, I...
- We'll speak soon, okay?

Astrid.

What a surprise.

A nice one, I hope.

I thought I'd just pop by.

Uh...

Sorry.

Mm.

Can I get you anything?

Perhaps a glass of water.

Are you keeping up
with your piano practice?

I've got a lot of free evenings.

Um, I'm sorry.

Oh.

Max, we need to discuss this
business of selling the flat.

What business?

What we agreed.

What you suggested.

It's our flat, Astrid.

Yeah, well, I've spoken
to a couple of estate agents,

and here are the brochures.

So you weren't just popping by?

Max, you know what you're like.

You bury your head in the sand.

We just need to move forward.

Then it'll seem better.

Morning. Am I running slightly late?

- Don't worry.
- Morning.

Here's our suspect, boss. Finn Davidson.

Everything's in this file.

Interesting reading.

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Are you the detectives?

I've been waiting for hours.

I mean, God knows what this is about,

but I've got stuff to do.

- What do you think?
- Can we get on with it?

Well, I reckon Mummy
and Daddy paid for the brief.

Do you know this man?

Steve O'Hara?

You mean the interfering idiot
who assaulted me in the street

in front of my friends
and got an award for it?

Yeah, I know him.

We've remained great friends, actually.

Then you might be
aware that, very sadly,

he was recently found dead.

Which might explain these posts
of yours on social media...

"Steve O'Hara... fat
idiot. Good riddance."

No. No. No. No. No. Hang on.
That was on a private account.

Isn't that a breach of
my privacy or something?

And this one from a couple weeks ago...

"Watch your back, Stevie
boy. The heat is on."

I wonder, are you familiar

with the 1998 Malicious
Communications Act?

- Is that a thing?
- Yes.

Finn, let me ask you a simple question.

Where were you the night before last

between 10:00 p.m. and
4:00 in the morning?

I was at the Chelsea game.

With some friends. They'll vouch for me.

Afterwards we went to 404.

We were there half the night.

404?

Off Sloane Square. The 404
Club. You must know it.

And did you leave at any point?

No.

I mean, I popped out for a smoke
a couple of times.

So you did leave?

No. Well... Well, yes.

How long for?

Half an hour? 10 minutes?

Well, which was it?

Because half an hour
would be long enough

to get from Sloane Square to
the murder scene and back again.

Yes, but...

We'll be checking CCTV in that area.

Will we find you near the crime scene?

Look.

I can see where you're going with this.

But you can't possibly think

that I would have killed this man.

I mean, seriously?

Right. Let's check out this
club he's talking about.

What was it? The, um... 404.

You've never been to the 404, Max?

Yeah, 404.

It's great Friday nights. Wicked.

Yeah, very funny.

Look, I want his alibi confirmed.

And keep looking at
the social media posts

and all of the others involved.

It's really important that we don't...

Gov, you're wanted in
the interview room.

Look. I want to say something,

because when you look
at the CCTV footage,

you'll see that, um...

well, I did pop out
for a bit. About 2:30.

Went to my girlfriend's flat
to see if she wanted to join us.

At 2:30 in the morning?

Yeah, I know. Stupid thing to do.

I mean, I'm only saying
this because I believe

in being honest when
talking to the police.

Anyway, the next day, she dumped me.

By text.

So this has got nothing at all
to do with Steve O'Hara.

Who, by the way, broke my nose.

I mean, the guy was a maniac.

Sorry. These texts are on your phone?

Well...

So if you leave it with
us, our technical team

can collaborate that.

You'd get it back.

In a day or two.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Well, you've got to love 'em,

the entitled, over-privileged
offspring of the Chelsea elite.

Is that a point in the investigation

or a Max Arnold prejudice?

Bit of both.

Right, where are we at?

Okay. As we know,

the "Local Hero" scheme was started

by someone called Ricky Hopkinson.

Hello again.

Ricky's wife is Diana Hopkinson,

and they live in Cranfield Gardens.

Oh!

Now, according to Artie,

Steve also had a day job
working at The Chelsea Nursery.

Which is owned by Diana.

- Interesting.
- Mm.

Also, boss, the CCTV
footage from Cooper's.

Switched off at 3:00 a.m.
on the night of the murder.

Working as normal... and then nothing.

So Steve turned it off
before he went home to Siobhan?

Looks like it.

There's also the �500 in cash

we found in his drawer at Cooper's.

Right. Talk to Artie again, Connor.

I think there's something
he's not telling us.

Sure.

Ricky Hopkinson. Hm.

He's what we used to call a
well-known local businessman.

Oh. Another Max Arnold prejudice.

We checked the CCTV, Mr. Sylvester.

It was fine until 3:00 a.m.,

- then suddenly went blank.
- Right.

Almost as if it was
deliberately switched off.

Any idea why that might be the case?

- Typical of Steve.
- How do you mean?

He probably thought that
if the CCTV was off,

he was safe to pop home.

- Had he done that before?
- I never checked.

Right. So how did you
know to switch it on again?

You're on camera at 7:58
in Steve's portacabin.

We also found an envelope
containing �500 in cash.

Why might Steve have had that?

No idea. Listen.

Steve might not have been
the sharpest knife in the box.

But he was a lovely man.

Maybe I covered for him a few times

when he went to see Siobhan.

Is that such a bad thing?

Oh, look at this one.

Now, there's no obligation to pay,

but if you'd like to make a donation...

Oh, thank you. It's
for the Chelsea pensioners.

Well worth doing.

- Mrs. Hopkinson?
- Yes.

I'm D.I. Arnold. This is
D.S. Shamsie. From Chelsea CID.

We'd like a word with
you and your husband,

if it's not inconvenient.

Yes.

If you must. It's
nothing serious, I hope?

One second.

Scarlett, could you take that
and go out to the front?

Only let them in if they're
genuinely interested in gardens.

- Yes, of course.
- Right.

Uh, excuse me.

Yes, this way.

Ricky, may I grab you for a moment?

There are a couple of detectives here.

Right.

We're investigating
the death of a local man

last night we believe you may know...

Steve O'Hara.

When you say investigating
his death, do you mean he...?

Died in suspicious circumstances, yes.

Oh, how shocking.

Steve was the man who caught
those teenagers with the drugs.

You know, the "Local Hero" thing.

Can you confirm he worked for you?

- No, I hardly knew him.
- Yes, he did.

Ricky, don't you remember?
We gave him some work

at the nursery. You felt sorry for him.

Oh.

Do you know why anyone
would've wanted to harm Steve?

Not a clue. We were working
here till God knows how late,

getting ready for this Open Day.

They're not asking us
for an alibi, darling.

We're not suspects.

How late?

Well, all night, Detective.

We never left home.

We'll need to speak
to Steve's colleagues

at The Chelsea Nursery.

Of course. It was very casual work.

Pushing wheelbarrows,
that sort of thing.

Gosh, awful thing.

Excuse me.

Yeah. It's coming back to me now.

Steve O'Hara.

That's what I started
"Local Hero" for, really.

I mean, we know you lot
don't have the resources

to keep on top of everything.

We're very grateful.

Oh, what's your line of business
these days, Mr. Hopkinson?

Ricky, please. Import/export.

Strategic investments.
Mixture of things, really.

You've obviously done well.

Don't worry, Detective.
It's all completely aboveboard.

I wasn't implying otherwise.

You didn't have to.

Nice to meet you.

Max Arnold!

Don't walk away from your beloved aunt.

What are you doing here?

You know my interest in horticulture.

Hmm. Zero.

How are you, Olivia?

Kind of you to ask. He never does.

I wouldn't have thought that
this was your cup of tea either.

Oh, it isn't. Ghastly people
making use of the Open Day

to advertise their
overpriced garden center.

For some reason, I
volunteered to take photos

for the best-tended
herbaceous border prize.

Very public-spirited of you.

Come to think of it,
they haven't got enough judges.

Oh, well. Priya...

Oh, come on, Max.

Isn't it time you did something
for the community?

Send me the pictures.

By the way, Max, how's
that boat of yours?

Still above water? I should pop 'round.

Maybe tomorrow night? I'm free.

That would be rather nice.

- Stop it.
- Stop what?

Whatever it is you're thinking.

I'm just thinking what
a charming lady your aunt is.

Thank you.

What was all that about?

Who knows?

That's what comes of giving jobs
to people like him.

Not for the first time, eh?

I didn't get much more from Artie.

He claims to know nothing about the cash

and puts the CCTV down to Steve
leaving to visit Siobhan.

Does anyone believe a word
Artie Sylvester says?

Separate issue. Connor's also
found some interesting footage

- near the O'Haras' flat.
- The coverage isn't great.

That's Steve O'Hara.

And this is the other guy.

They're not chatting
about the Chelsea match.

Good work, Connor.

Well, we all know who that is, don't we?

I think we do.

Strange job, palliative care.

And them long-term clients.

Dad and his carer got
quite close the last few months.

I thought they might get married.

Yeah, I remember.

You were worried she was
gonna get the bookshop.

She'd have been responsible
for the debts.

- Shall we?
- Mm.

- She's asleep.
- That's fine.

It's you we want to talk to.

I can't be long.

We have some footage
we would like you to look at.

The image is quite small,

but you can see the date in the corner.

It's the day before the murder.

What were you arguing about
with Steve, Paulo?

Listen. This was a brutal attack
which left a man dead

and deprived the woman you're
caring for of her husband.

Okay. Look, I didn't approve
of what he was doing.

- Which was?
- He was buying drugs illegally

to supplement the pain relief.

But I didn't feel I could interfere.

What kind of drugs?

Heroin.

Where were you the night before last?

I was at home. With my partner.

- You can check it out.
- We will.

Siobhan.

It's the detectives, love.

We understand that Steve would
sometimes come home

from Cooper's in the middle
of the night to check on you.

Were you expecting him to do that

the night he was attacked?

He never did that.

- Right.
- He would never have done that.

So you don't think
he would have left the premises

to meet somebody?

What are you suggesting?

That Steve was doing something wrong?

How can you say that?

We're not suggesting that.

We're trying to establish
why he left his place of work.

Maybe he saw someone
selling drugs and chased them,

like the time before.

It's not my job to
work out what happened.

It's yours.

And it won't bring him back anyway.

You all right?

Had a date tonight, if you must know.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Who's to say it's a he?

- Oh, this is interesting.
- Hold on a minute.

- Oh.
- You go first.

When you found that footage of
the carer arguing with Steve,

did you go any further back?

Yeah, a couple of days.

Take a look at this.

Last Monday.

That's our friend Paulo again, isn't it?

What the hell's he up to here?

What did you have?

So...

here's a list of all
the registered U.K. nurses.

Guess who isn't on it.

- Paulo Mendez.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

It was a bloke, as a matter of fact.

- What?
- My date.

Quite a promising one, actually.

Well... he's a lucky lad.

Thanks, Dad.

Hello?

Yeah.

The man who attacked
Artie Sylvester last night

is the same man I saw
at the scene of the crime,

where I managed to take
a not-very-helpful photo of him.

Steve and Artie were attacked
in the same vicinity.

So we need to find this man.

Connor, see if Artie's well enough

for you and Priya to pay him a visit.

Okay, people of interest.
Where are we on Finn Davidson?

His alibi checks out. He said

he went 'round his girlfriend's flat,

but she sent him packing.

She's corroborated this,

and his phone movements back it up.

Hard to see how he could have
been anywhere near

- the scene of crime.
- Okay.

Thank you. Turns out Artie Sylvester

discharged himself already.

Great. He's clearly well
enough to talk to us.

Jess, you and I need to
talk to Paulo Mendez.

- Is he here?
- Uniform are bringing him in.

Okay, find out who he was talking to

on that footage from last night.

Mm-hmm.

Wicked.

There's no hurry, Paulo.

We've got all day.

You told us Steve was buying drugs

to supplement Siobhan's medication.

Well, he's dead, so he
can't argue with that.

But these pictures
tell a different story.

Listen.

What you've got to realize is,
cancer is hard.

You know what they say about people

dying peacefully in their sleep?

Well, sometimes they do,
and sometimes they don't.

I hated seeing her suffer.

I'm sure you did.

So tell us what you were up to.

How's the arm, Artie?

It's okay. Don't want to make any fuss.

You were the victim of an assault.

We'll be looking for
the person that did that.

I wouldn't want to press charges.

- Why?
- Who attacked you, Artie?

- Do you know?
- I know exactly who it was.

Steve's friend Taffy.

Steve was furious.

But Siobhan asked me to do it.

She gave me the name of this dealer.

So you lied to us.

I didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

You mean yourself?

Is that because you're
not registered, Paulo?

We've searched everywhere,
and we can't find you.

I'm a qualified nurse in Brazil.

I'm just waiting for my
U.K. license to come through.

- Then you're breaking the law.
- I'm supplying a need.

People don't want to look after
the terminally ill patients.

It's hard, it's upsetting.

I'm doing my best.

So let me get this straight. This Taffy

badgers you for a job, and you refused.

Because he's a drunk. I hardly know him.

I don't even know his second name.

- I don't believe you.
- I don't.

How about this for a theory, Artie?

You, Steve, Taffy,

you're all involved in selling drugs.

Steve gets killed, and Taffy blames you.

It was nothing to do with drugs.

A man is dead.

You keep lying to us.

Clearly you're up to something.

- What is it?
- All right.

Steve and me were selling a bit
of excess stock for cash.

Taffy got to hear about it somehow,

probably thought that
he could use it to twist my arm.

There's nothing more to it than that.

Does Siobhan know about it?

Of course not. She wouldn't approve.

We need to talk to Taffy, Artie.

- Where will we find him?
- I don't know.

- Artie!
- He did some work

at that posh garden center with Steve.

They might be able to help.

You were practicing in the U.K.
without a license.

You were buying drugs illegally

and administering them to a dying woman.

Her husband, quite reasonably,
confronted you about that,

and then he gets killed.

Look.

I was at home with my partner.

You talk to him.

We have.

What's this dealer called, Paulo?

"Marac Ata."

I should get back to Siobhan now.

I don't think so, Paulo.

If that's your idea of care,

nursing's better off without you.

What...

No, that's great. Got it.

No, stay where you
are. I'll come to you.

Jess, can you follow up on Marac Ata?

- Maybe talk to the drugs team.
- Will do.

Meanwhile, we've got a name for
our man at the crime scene...

Taffy.

- Just Taffy?
- Afraid so.

Okay.

Max, this has just come in.

We've been looking into
Paulo Mendez's bank records.

He's been paid regularly
by CHAPS payment.

Nothing odd about that,
but look at this...

Where the money came from.

Well, well, well.

Huh.

I think I might go and buy some plants.

Come on!

Oh, God, this traffic.

Could turn on the blues.

You know the rules, Max.

Go on! You can do that!

Go on, do it.

It's a good job you
don't do the driving.

I'm actually very good.

I just prefer two wheels to four.

So you think Artie's building scam

is unconnected to this murder?

Yeah. I mean, he gave us
some names to check out.

But I'd be surprised.

- Oh.
- Oh, thank God!

Diana Hopkinson?

I wasn't expecting to see you again.

Your colleagues were here yesterday.

Well, they tell us
nobody was able to help.

The truth is, most
people hardly knew Steve.

The horticulturalists tend not
to mix much

with the more casual staff, I'm afraid.

But, uh, oh, it really is so sad.

We're very cut up about it.

We'd like to speak to
someone who works here,

but we only have a first name... Taffy.

Yes, Taffy.

Yeah, he did help out from time to time.

We've had to let him go.

He, uh... wasn't reliable.

Do you have a home
address? Phone number?

We should have some basic
information, yeah. This way.

Yes, there we are. Taffy Clarke.

Do you mind if I, um...

No, go ahead.

I remember when The Chelsea Nursery

was a flower stall off the Kings Road.

You've come a long way, Mrs. Hopkinson.

Yes. Well, uh, it's... Sorry.

It's been a lot of hard work.

There was one other person
I wanted to ask about...

Siobhan.

O'Hara.

Steve's widow.

Oh, yes, yes. Poor woman.

You said you first met Steve
a few months ago.

That's right. Ricky felt he was somebody

who could do with a leg up.

That's very Ricky.

That would account for
Siobhan's palliative care nurse?

Sorry?

Do you know him, Mrs. Hopkinson?

Paulo Mendez?

Why would I?

He's been on your payroll
for the last six months.

Look, I can see that
might seem surprising.

It's a gesture.

I wouldn't read too much into it.

How much is your husband
involved in the business,

- Mrs. Hopkinson?
- Hardly at all.

This is my territory.

Honestly, anyone would think
you suspected me of attacking

Steve O'Hara myself.

I'm showing Mr. Ata CCTV footage
of an exchange that took place

on the 23rd May between
him and Paulo Mendez.

Mr. Ata, you understand English?

- A little.
- Of course you do.

Not your first time here, is it?

We've interviewed Paulo Mendez,
and he gave us your name

as the man he's buying drugs from here.

A heroin-based substance.

Show me again.

Could be anybody.

- We believe it's you.
- If it wasn't you,

why did Paulo Mendez give us your name?

I don't know the guy.

Is he someone you can trust?

Does the name Steve O'Hara
mean anything to you, Mr. Ata?

- No.
- Steve O'Hara

was found murdered two nights ago.

He was the husband of Siobhan O'Hara,

whose nurse, Paulo Mendez,

we believe, you were selling drugs to.

We're interested to know
whether you ever met Mr. O'Hara,

and we'd like to know where you were

- on Saturday night.
- Why?

Because it's part of our investigation.

So you thought,

"Let's round up the foreign guy"?

I was at home. Like every night.

Can anyone corroborate that?

I live alone.

What about your phone records?

I don't stay up all night making calls.

Here, take my phone.

Help yourselves.

See if you can find any connection

to this Paulo Mendez or Steve O'Hara.

Thanks.

Well... we've got the phone
he gave us, but not much more.

- Tech are gonna scan it.
- He's probably got

- a cupboard full of 'em.
- We've found out

Taffy's last name... Clarke.

But that's about it.

He's not answering his mobile,

and he's not at the
address they gave us.

Did you follow up on the leads
from Artie Sylvester?

Yeah, I did. We've got
a few loose ends to tie up,

but I don't think there's
any connection with the murder.

Okay. And the Hopkinsons?

We're waiting to hear more from fraud.

There's a web of interlinked companies

which they've been trying
to disentangle for a while.

Right.

Well, we're two nil down at halftime.

- Mm.
- Come on.

We need to score some goals.

Yes, boss.

Hmm.

Ah, perfect timing.

Well, this is a privilege.

The beast in his lair.

- Mwah.
- Mwah. Mwah.

Please. Glass of wine?

- Some crisps?
- Oh.

You've made an effort. I am touched.

Well...

this is... cozy.

I won't fill it too full.

Tide's coming in.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mm...

Olivia, you remember
those photos you sent me

from the Open Gardens Day?

You don't have any more
from a similar angle, do you?

Of course, darling.

I've got loads.

There you go.

Olivia, these are good.

Ah, just what I was looking for.

Does this mean I'm helping
the police with their inquiries?

It does. I don't think an
arrest will be necessary.

Oh, I also...

brought this.

I didn't know you were selling up.

I'm not.

Well, perhaps it's a similar flat.

I mean, they're all much of a muchness

in those mansion blocks, aren't they?

Max. One thing you
learn as you get older

is, it's better to be
together, not on your own.

Jane and I drove each other mad.

But when she'd gone, I just missed her.

You and Astrid, you were
right for each other.

We were.

But it turns out we're not anymore.

Shit happens.

Aw!

What are you doing?

Clearing up your mess, Ricky.

As usual.

_

Bingo.

Let it go. Let it go.

Good. Control. Control.

Nice. That's good.

Max Arnold. I don't see you in months.

Now it's twice in three days.
What brings you down here?

Are you in charge?

Yeah.

It's not exactly Real Madrid money-wise.

But, trust me, these players are great.

That's it. Hold it up.
Head up. Lay it off.

Didn't you put much away
during the glory days?

You're kidding.

What was it George Best said?

"I spent most of my money on
booze, birds, and fast cars."

"And the rest I just squandered."

Yeah.

Heads up.

Can I ask you about tattoos?

A midlife crisis, eh, Max?

Well, I'd recommend going for
a dragon as your first option.

Not for me. I was thinking
more Chelsea tattoos.

Well, there are loads.

Shields. Lions.

If you had a tattoo like that,

am I right in thinking
it meant something else?

That, my son, indicated
you were a member

of the Chelsea Headhunters.

An association of violent thugs.

- Racists, too.
- Go on.

Well, you remember. There
weren't that many black players

in those days. That's why
we got it particularly bad.

What's going on?

It's just something I'm following up.

I mean, they said they
were Chelsea fans,

but were they really?

I mean, football was a sideline,

like it was for all the
other firms back then.

The funny thing is, some of 'em
had respectable jobs.

You know, they'd sell you
a used car on a Friday,

kick your head in on a Saturday.

- Oh.
- Okay, ladies.

That's your lot!

Same time next week.

All the bibs in the bag.

Everyone's silent for a change.

Here we go. We've got
this. We've got this.

Come on.

Oh, nice. You've
got it. The feet, the feet.

Oh! Ohh!

Yes, Max. Oh, yes.

Lovely control.

So, Steve O'Hara.

Ricky Hopkinson. Taffy Clarke.

Not only are they all linked
to The Chelsea Nursery...

They all share a tattoo.
And this tattoo...

is evidence that they were all
in the Chelsea Headhunters.

Any more information on Taffy?

We're doing all we can, boss,
but Taffy's a nickname,

and Clarke is the 13th most
common surname in London.

- Hmm.
- This business

with the tattoos, boss.
Where did that come from?

Well, it might surprise
you to know... I, uh,

spoke to Carsten Hughes.

Carsten Hughes? You're kidding!

He was my idol when I was a kid.

Well, it just so happens
he's a friend of mine.

- Hoo-hoo!
- Respect.

Okay. Let's look into Headhunters

- and any links to football.
- Okay.

I'm a man of surprises, Connor.

You probably think
that if you asked me to name

Chelsea's '97 Cup-winning side

against Middlesbrough, I'd struggle.

Go on.

Hughes, Zola, Petrescu,

Lebouef, Clarke, Dennis Wise...

- Mm.
- Newton, Minto...

Oh. Oh.

Oh? Oh, he's struggling.

Di Matteo.

Di Matteo.

Sinclair.

Sinclair.

Right! But who was in goal?

- Hmm?
- Who was in goal?

Who was in goal?

Watch your step.

I'll just be over here. All right?

Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks.

Sorry to intrude. We won't be long.

Have you caught them?

We're pursuing various leads.

Somebody killed Steve. My husband.

Have you caught them?

Are you being looked after, Siobhan?

Do you have friends
around to support you?

Why do I want friends?

Steve was my friend.

Siobhan, were you aware,
when Steve was younger,

he was a member of a group

that called themselves
the Chelsea Headhunters?

Steve was a lovely guy.

You're supposed to catch his killer.

Does the name Taffy Clarke
mean anything to you?

We're keen to talk to you about
Steve's job at Chelsea Nursery.

Did you know about the
financial arrangements

- that were in place for you?
- He isn't called Taffy.

His name is Brennon. Brennon Clarke.

I'm going home. I'm ill.

We're trying solve her husband's
murder, for God's sake.

It's hard to put pressure
on someone in that position.

She just lost her husband.

She's probably only got
a few weeks to live.

You don't think she's using her illness

to dodge our lines of inquiry?

Come on, Max.

Thought I was the hard-hearted one.

A man makes an arrangement
to buy some heroin

in the middle of the night.

Argument ensues.

Man gets stabbed and dies.

It's probably the person
selling him the drugs.

We can't place anyone
at the scene of the crime,

so we keep investigating.

That's what we do.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Your flat in Streatham.

Do you and Nitin own it jointly?

Yeah. Any particular reason?

So if you were to split up...

I mean, if your marriage didn't,

- you know...
- Right.

... you'd have to both agree
to sell the flat. Right?

Yeah, I guess. I mean, I haven't
really thought about it.

Exactly.

You don't think about these
things, and then they happen.

Murders, you can solve.

But relationships...

Oh.

Hasn't changed a bit.

How do you mean?

Every Saturday, my dad got
me to serve meals here.

Either that, or he wouldn't
let me go to the match.

Sounds reasonable.

Not to a 14-year-old.

Brennon Clarke? We'd like a word.

It's okay.

- How are you?
- Bearing up.

They give me a bed here at the hostel.

It'd be nice to get
me own place, though.

Why do they call you Taffy
when you're not Welsh?

Yeah, it's a funny story.

They started calling me that
after an away match in Cardiff

where things got a bit lively.

Some bloke ends up in hospital.

We wanted to talk to you
about Steve O'Hara.

Ah, yeah, Steve.

That is so sad.

Had you known Steve a long time?

We were both Chelsea fans.

You were both in the Headhunters.

Steve?

I wouldn't have known that.

I know he got dragged into
some nonsense at work

by that man Artie Sylvester.

He's a bad lot.

Is that why you attacked Artie?

I gave him a shove.

He was hospitalized.

Habit of yours, Taffy.

My mate died.

What can you tell us
about Siobhan O'Hara?

I knew her slightly.

Ricky, too, obviously. Long time ago.

Old friends keeping in touch
from time to time?

Yeah. She tried to contact
me after Steve died.

Did you speak to her?

I lost my phone. I lost my job.

It's been a bad week.

Where were you that night, Taffy?

The night Steve was killed.

Look, this is a murder investigation.

- You knew the victim.
- He was my friend.

So you say, but you have
a history of violence.

Where were you?

I ended up in a scrap after the game.

I spent the night in Fulham nick.

So when Steve was murdered,
you were under arrest?

It's the drink, you see.

That's why I come in here, to pray.

What is the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

Max. I know you too well.

You're like a sulky schoolboy.

What is it?

You said you wouldn't
do anything with the flat,

and then you advertise it
in the Chelsea Gazette.

- It's a misunderstanding.
- Ah.

Besides, you were supposed to decide

between the two estate agents,

and I never heard back from you.

You were asking me
to choose an estate agent.

I have a problem with
the underlying concept.

Max, we have to do something.

You're still paying half the mortgage,

and you have the rent on the boat.

It can't be easy for you.

And I'm struggling, too.

As you can see, this is one

of the best conversions on this row.

Some of the boats remain unmodernized,

but things are improving all the time,

as more desirable tenants move in.

It really is a very unique...

Remind me what the
German for asshole is.

- Arschloch.
- Absolutely. It's gorgeous.

Max, I found a new flat.

It's by the football stadium.

Might get a bit annoying on match days.

"Chelsea! Chelsea!"

We need a plan.

We had a plan, Asti.

Remember?

We exchanged vows on it.

I liked that plan.

That was plan A, Max.

And now we need plan B.

Yeah?

- I do like that one.
- Yeah.

It's so peaceful. It's lovely.

Mm-hmm.

There's quite a bit of interest,

so my recommendation is to move fast.

There's something very special
about living on the river.

It really is the most peaceful spot.

I'm sorry.

_

- Hey, Max.
- Hey.

Sorry to disturb. I think
I might have found something.

In April 2000, Galatasaray
and Leeds United

were involved in an
especially violent semi-final

of the UEFA Cup in Istanbul.

Leeds? Not Chelsea?

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

A few weeks later, the final
took place in Copenhagen.

Right.

So, take a look at this
picture from a press report.

See any familiar faces?

Got it.

I'll see you in the morning.

Okay.

Sorry, sorry.

Secret boyfriend.

Well, there's this guy I've been
spending a lot of time with.

Ginger.

Beardy.

Very charismatic.

You trying to make me jealous?

Is it working?

Thanks.

Okay.

Yeah, okay.

And Connor's brought him in?

Great.

Thanks, Jess. We'll meet you there.

Can we just get this
gentleman to sign in?

Of course. Just sign in here.

Thank you, Mr. Hopkinson.

If you'd like to take a seat over there,

someone will be with you in a moment.

Help yourself to a beverage.

- Is Connor ready?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's go for it.

Okay.

Hi.

Yeah.

Just one to sign out.

Just there.

Just sign out on this line here.

He recognizes him.

I thought he would.

So... Do I need a solicitor?

It's up to you.

Well, what is it you
want to talk to me about?

The battle of Copenhagen.

What?

You told us you only met
Steve O'Hara a few months back.

Yet here you are together,
twenty years ago.

Did that slip your mind?

Why is it relevant?

Does the name Marac Ata
mean anything to you?

Not a thing.

Withholding information,
wasting police time...

These are offenses.

You ought to know that,
with your glittering record.

Grievous bodily harm,
actual bodily harm, assault.

And in your later business
career, a brief spell inside.

Don't you remember, Ricky?

When I was on the fraud squad,

we spent quite a bit of
time together like this.

Oh, yeah...

It was a stitch-up, and you know it.

You'd think someone with your background

would be squeaky clean
these days, Mr. Hopkinson.

Our friends in Fraud tell us

you've got some serious
questions to answer.

- Is that why I'm here?
- No.

You and Steve were
in the Chelsea Headhunters.

Then twenty years later,
your wife gives him a job.

And then he gets killed.

You can see why we might be interested.

For God's sake, we were kids.

It was a lark.

We look out for each other.

I give 'em a bit of work here and there.

They haven't all done as well as me.

You paid for his wife's nursing care.

So why would I kill him?

I mean, Steve
basically was a hanger-on.

Was he one of the lads?

Not sure he had the bottle
for it, to be honest.

I felt sorry for him.

How he ended up with
Siobhan Taylor, God alone knows.

Siobhan Taylor?

Hold off.

Apologies for the
inconvenience, Mr. Hopkinson.

We'll just get you signed out.

Just there.

So, you were a Chelsea
fan back in the '90s?

I was. Still am.

Do you remember Carsten Hughes?

- I do. Great player.
- Yeah.

Is it true the fans
used to make monkey noises

at the Black players?

Can I go now?

I'll get you some water.

Siobhan, you and Steve,
how did you meet?

Steve was a Londoner,
but your accent is more...

... Yorkshire?

Somewhere near Leeds?

You remember that match
in Istanbul in 2000?

UEFA Cup semi-final,
Galatasaray and Leeds United.

The press reports said two Leeds fans

were stabbed to death.

But there was a third fatality,
which only emerged later...

Vince Taylor.

He was your brother, wasn't he?

The English firms,
including Chelsea, agreed

to sink their differences,
and a few weeks later,

they went to the final
in Copenhagen to take revenge.

Steve. Ricky. Taffy.

All the Chelsea firm were there.

That's you, isn't it?

Siobhan Taylor.

And that's where a fight broke out

with a gang of Galatasaray supporters.

One of which was this man.

Marac Ata.

He's walked with a limp ever since.

Steve didn't lay a finger on Ata.

That was Ricky.

But Steve was beaten up so badly,

he was in hospital for weeks.

That's why we could never have children.

So why are you sitting on Ricky's knee?

I loved him.

But I couldn't have him.

So I settled for Steve,
and he made me happy.

How did you find Marac
after all this time?

We knew the names of the
gang who killed Vince

and we tracked them.

And then last Autumn,

Ata turns up in London, selling drugs.

He was the ringleader.

So Steve decided to kill him?

It was my idea, not Steve's.

I would have murdered the bastard myself

if I had the strength.

Vince was my brother.

When he died, nothing else mattered.

Twenty years we waited.

I planned the whole thing.

I should've known
Steve would mess it up.

And Taffy?

He wouldn't help.

He let me down.

Everyone lets me down.

Yes. Police.

Siobhan O'Hara.

I'm arresting you for conspiracy
to murder Marac Ata.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you
later rely on in court.

Do you honestly think I care?

Ah.

Oh!

Let him go!

Stay back!

Look, I don't know who you are...

He knows who I am.

He ruined my life!

Help him!

Let him go!

You're under arrest.

You bloody animal!

I should've finished
you off the first time!

- Stand back, Mr. Hopkinson.
- Stand back?!

I'm the innocent victim here!

Stand back!

Always the innocent
victim, eh, Mr. Hopkinson?

Well, we may have limited resources,

but we've just saved your life.

Which is good,

because our friends in the fraud squad

have just issued a
warrant for your arrest.

It's a tough one.

Marac will run a self-defense argument.

For Steve, yes.

But the attempted murder
of Ricky won't help.

It's not much to choose between them...

Marac, Ricky, Taffy.

Once a thug, always a thug.

- Connor did well.
- Yeah, he did.

What do we think about Siobhan?

Weirdly, I feel sorry for her.

She told her husband to stab
a man to death in cold blood.

The fact that he didn't succeed
is neither here nor there.

It's such a mess.

And over what? Football?

It's just a game.

Some people think football
is a matter of life and death.

And you?

Much more serious than that.

- It was Grodas, by the way.
- Sorry?

The 1997 Chelsea goalie.

It was.

I'm off.

Uh...

Hi.

Ohh!

- Shh.
- Oh, little baby...

I agree, Asti.

I wouldn't want to live near
Stamford Bridge, either.

Okay.

Fine.

Let's think again.

- Max!
- Carsten!

I was heading home and I thought,

why keep a six-pack all to yourself?

The joys of bachelor life.

Let me get rid of this.

So... what are we celebrating?

How about a strong finish
to the season for Chelsea?

I'll drink to that.

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