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Yeah.

Yeah, I agree.

It does look like gold.

Looks like gold.

I'm not sure it has any collectible worth.

Leave it with me.

We're going to leave the coin here.

Yeah?

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

He'll call me.

A receipt?

Absolutely.

Bye.

Hello?

Stacey.

Niall Hammond here.

I have a valuation on your coin.

There's 500.

Half each.

Yeah?

Scrap value only, he said.

Scrap.

It's heavy.

Yeah, but he said it was only 14 carat.

Second opinion.

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

It's too late.

We've already taken the cash now.

What does that mean?

You think we've been ripped off by him?

And me?

You think I've ripped you off?

It looks like you've taken a hard fall.

Do you need to call emergency services?

I will contact emergency services

unless you press Cancel.

Alert canceled.

I am happy you are okay.

Please leave a message and I will get

back to you as soon as I can.

Morning, Astrid.

I found something.

A blast from the past.

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

It'll be good to see you.

Layla?

Morning.

The cleaner found him this morning.

She gave us a statement and some background info.

The deceased is Niall Hammond,

56, sole owner of the shop.

Married with a son and a daughter.

Leah.

This was in his wallet, which was on the desk

with his laptop and phone.

Odd that he has his daughter's travel

pass in his wallet.

Hello, Max.

Good morning, Ashley.

How's it going?

It's currently looking like death was from blunt force

trauma to the temporal region.

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

or hair traces on it.

No shortage of plausible weapons here.

Yes, thanks for that.

We'll know more soon.

There are signs of a break in upstairs.

Thank you.

This is his workshop where he repaired and restored violins.

And where he slept, by the looks of things.

Forced entry here via the window.

We then assume the intruder went downstairs and was

surprised by Mr. Hammond.

He left this.

250 quid.

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

And a cash tin full of money.

A bit out of character for a burglar.

Maybe they were looking for something specific.

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

You wouldn't.

But a thief would slip that in their pocket.

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

Should give us something.

Thank you.

Right.

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

Is there anyone you know who may have harbored ill feelings

towards your husband?

No.

No, no.

No, not at all.

We recently separated.

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

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

Sometime last night.

Did you speak to him at all?

No.

I was working till 8:00.

I have Leah.

Mom?

What is it?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Yes?

Dominic Hammond, the victim's son.

Go on.

Has previous public order offenses

and most recently served six months for actual bodily harm.

Released last Thursday.

And the man he assaulted?

His father.

Sending his details over now.

Thanks, Jess.

My mother just called to let me know.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

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

We are.

When did you last see him?

As I was taken down from the dock after he

testified against me.

So six months ago.

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

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

but he thought I needed to learn my lesson.

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

but the best for me, given me every opportunity

to have what he couldn't have.

But I never wanted it.

And that's what he couldn't stand.

Never wanted what?

He'd been a brilliant violinist,

so we were endlessly told.

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

accident on his way to audition for the London Symphony.

The big time.

The injuries to his arm ended that career.

He bought me my first violin when I was three.

I wanted my own life, not his.

Are you still angry about that, Mr. Hammond?

I was.

Not now.

No point anymore, is there?

Can you tell us where you were last night?

At a meeting.

What kind of meeting?

AA.

It's not mine.

Can anyone confirm you attended this meeting?

Meetings are anonymous.

This is a murder inquiry.

I can give you the number of my sponsor.

- He was with me. - Great.

What time did you leave the meeting?

9 o'clock.

And where did you go then?

I went to a dry bar.

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

I'm bound to be.

Me and my dad had a volatile relationship.

But I did not kill him.

Hey.

Dommy.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We'll be okay, I promise.

You think he fell off the wagon yesterday?

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

Do you?

- Come home. - I can't.

Please.

We should be together.

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

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

We're also doing a CCTV trawl.

We've accessed cameras on neighboring properties,

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

Have we heard anything from Hammond's laptop?

Yes.

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

Browsing history is mostly work related.

Identifying antiques, eBay auctions.

Last page viewed was the Johansen

Society's Wikipedia page.

His daughter recently joined.

Digital forensics identified a fall alert from

the smartwatch at 9:38 PM.

If you fall, these smartwatches automatically

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

Which it must have been.

Yep.

SOCO retrieved a partial fingerprint from the watch.

Ashley confirmed it wasn't the victim's.

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

mobile phone and found a series of photographs

he took of this coin.

That must be worth something.

That's Edward VIII.

Didn't he abdicate?

Yes.

He wanted to marry...

what's her name?

Wallis Simpson, an American socialite.

Twice divorced.

Considered unsuitable to marry a King.

Scandalous.

At least they're more understanding of who members

of the royal family marry now.

Then it caused a constitutional crisis.

Edward had to decide if he wanted

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

It says here the coins were never

released into circulation.

They were destroyed.

But not all of them.

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

The last time one came up for auction,

it sold for 1.1 million pounds.

Imagine what you could buy with a million quid.

A house.

- In Chelsea? - Parking space.

You'd be lucky.

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

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

him back almost immediately.

This was the last communication he had.

Who did he send it to?

Jennifer Leyland Thompson.

I met Niall at an antiques market

in France a few years ago.

You're also a dealer?

No, but I have a professional interest.

I work with antiquities.

At the British Museum?

Yes.

Could you tell us where you were last night?

A celebratory dinner at the museum for an old colleague.

What time was this?

Dinner was served at 7:00.

The event went on until midnight.

Shortly after 7:00, you received a photo

message from Niall Hammond.

And you called him back.

Presumably when you saw the importance of this coin.

He asked for my opinion.

I confirmed it looked to be an Edward VIII.

You were aware of its worth.

More than a million, if it's genuine.

I wouldn't be certain.

Not from a photograph.

I'd have to see it for myself.

Did you offer to do that?

The next day, yes.

Today.

Not last night?

No.

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

That you were happy to interrupt with a phone call.

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

You had no compulsion to see this incredibly rare coin?

Antiquities and treasures are part of my everyday work.

And this was Niall's coin, not mine.

Where was the rush?

Did Mr. Hammond give any indication how it

came to be in his possession?

Found, so he said, on Chelsea foreshore.

Mudlarks, apparently.

Good news?

It's John.

Share with the group.

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

Fair enough.

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

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

What, and you're happy with that?

I'm happy because he's still coming.

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

It must be love.

Watch your step.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Hello.

Hi.

Detective Inspector Max Arnold.

Detective Sergeant Layla Walsh.

What can I do for you?

Clay pipes?

Yeah.

Looks like someone's been busy.

They're not worth anything.

Would have been sold, stuffed with tobacco smoke,

and thrown away.

Victorian cigarette butts.

Have you ever found anything of significant value?

Sorry, I didn't get your name.

Stacey.

Stacey?

Stacey Ford.

No, not really.

Pocket watch.

Couple of rings.

No huge treasure trove.

No.

How about this?

Is that gold?

Yes.

No, I wish.

Do you get to keep what you collect?

I mean, if it's something like that

or anything of value, of historical interest,

we have to notify the finds liaison officer.

To have it registered.

Exactly, yeah.

And do you talk about your finds?

Usually word gets around, yeah.

Excuse me.

Hi.

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

Stop!

He's not keen to chat.

They must know each other.

I'll get Jess and Connor onto it.

Looks like Ashley's identified the murder weapon.

It had been hidden and wiped clean,

but we found tiny specks of blood.

Plus, its shape and weight are consistent with the injury

sustained.

No prints anywhere else in the shop?

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

passing through on a daily basis.

Of course.

What about upstairs?

That footprint we found gave you something a little unusual

for the middle of Chelsea.

Mud with traces of sand.

Looks like our intruder had recently been on a beach.

Or the Thames foreshore?

I imagine that would fit, yes.

I'll get some samples to confirm.

Thanks, Ashley.

Jess?

I've looked up mudlarks and they need permits.

The numbers are capped, so there's not too

many names on the register.

Is there a Stacey Ford on there?

Taking a look now.

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

One of them had a call last night from someone collating

bids for an Edward VIII coin.

Any contact details from the caller?

All we know is it was a woman.

Yes, there is a Stacey Ford on the register.

I'll send her details over.

Okay, thanks.

Bye.

Carb loading?

Not long to the big race.

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

It's for Parkinson's.

I've already sponsored you.

20 quid.

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

You go big for a triathlon.

It's the law.

What law?

The unwritten kind persons law.

Section 8, clause 4.

Stick you down for 50 quid.

50?

It's a great cause.

It's open.

Excuse the state of the place.

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

What's the most valuable thing

you or Stacey have ever found?

Nell Gwyn's ring.

Nah, I'm winding you up.

It's a Holy Grail amongst us mudlarks.

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

God rest her soul.

Have you heard anything about a gold coin?

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

Sold?

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

We hand in our finds.

Hi again.

Stacey.

Hello.

Pride and finders fee only.

That's our code.

Isn't that right, Stace?

Yeah.

We're trying to track down the man

who ran from us earlier.

I don't really know him.

Sorry.

You can help us with the name.

Jake.

I don't know his surname.

Contact details?

Sorry.

Any idea where he lives?

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

He's deaf.

He turned up a couple of months ago now.

So what's this coin, then?

An Edward VIII.

It's worth a fortune, right?

About a million.

It's a million?

It's a million pounds?

Well, well, well.

If he has sold it on, make sure that you

bang him up for theft.

Actually, this is a murder inquiry.

Niall Hammond, antiques dealer.

Do you know him?

No.

Never met him?

Never.

Where were you at 9:30 last night?

We were at the hospital.

I was...

I was bad.

He couldn't breathe.

I called an ambulance and we were there all night.

She knows more than she's telling us.

I think she's protecting this Jake.

Or herself.

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

bottles of scotch for her dad?

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

We don't know it was him.

It could have been anyone.

It belongs in a museum.

He's selfish.

That's what it is.

Selfish.

Bye.

Any progress with this missing coin?

No sign of it at the shop so far.

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

If we believe this coin was stolen,

and that's 1 million pound motive for murder,

we need to find anyone who knew of its existence.

We know Jennifer Leyland Thompson was aware of it.

But the British Museum confirmed

that Jennifer was at the dinner there last night.

What about Stacey Ford's mudlarking friend?

There's no Jake on the mudlark register,

but we're talking to other permit holders

to see if anyone has any information about him.

I've been looking at emails between Nicole

Hammond and Niall.

Seems they've only recently separated,

but from what they're saying to each other,

things have been bad for a while.

Niall's been threatening to divorce Nicole and take

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

would mean her losing the house.

Her most recent email last Sunday

evening, full of block capital insults that she never,

ever wants to see him again.

That's not the picture she painted to us.

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

Not a chance.

What about Nicole's whereabouts last night?

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

interior design company.

Her PA confirmed she was in meetings before leaving

for home around 8:00 PM.

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

Right.

Let's go.

Are you training tonight?

A light session.

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

Light?

And a bike ride.

Connor's sponsored me 100 quid.

50.

50, that's all.

I'll give you 100 if you win.

The arguments between you and your husband

get particularly nasty after your son's release from prison

last week.

I felt like he punished Dominic enough.

In several messages, you say you regret meeting him

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

You say terrible things when you're angry.

Interesting ornaments.

The birds.

Yeah, they're Cornforth's.

A set of three.

It should be.

Niall took one.

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

It's just so him.

As a three, they're worth thousands.

As two, their value plummets.

It's just petty.

That must have infuriated you even more.

It did.

He did.

But you can hate someone in the moment, fire

off aggressive emails.

It doesn't mean anything.

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

Yeah.

And came straight home.

Yeah, I drove.

I got here about 9:00.

I'm going.

All right.

Don't stay too late.

Did you go out again that evening?

No.

I was here for the rest of the evening.

Leah was here.

She was in her room practicing.

That's right.

- Yes. - Sorry.

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

Thanks. I'm leaving.

Bye.

In one email, your husband referred to some ignorant clown

who he said was trying to bully him.

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

And Niall had a run in with the father

of a boy who wanted a place, resented

Leah for getting in instead.

Did your husband mention his name?

No, sorry.

Maybe the Johansen can help.

Okay.

Thank you.

She might be lying, but I can't imagine

she'd take an ornament from here all the way

to the shop to head home.

No, but if he was that vindictive.

It might make you want to hit him with it

if you found it at the shop.

Can I drop you home?

In rush hour traffic?

Quicker to walk.

Thank you.

Coming.

I picked up your message.

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

to a gallery opening.

Are you busy?

No, no, not at all.

Come in.

Burglary?

I'm experimenting with some old recipes.

Is this...

You remember?

Yeah.

So what was your exciting find?

Yes.

Okay.

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

Left or right knee though?

Left knee.

Correct.

You also have another one on your elbow

from the same accident.

Other than that, no.

You should be a detective.

Okay, eye color.

You or me?

Mine.

Which one?

They're green.

Me or you?

It's me.

It's Amelia.

She's freaking out about her exams again.

- I better call. - Yeah, yeah.

Do.

What is it?

It was behind the cookbook.

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

What you gave me the first night we got together.

It was our Berlin Wall.

You kept it?

Of course.

I'd better get to that gallery.

Okay.

It's very good to see you, Max.

And you.

I wish I could stay for longer.

I know.

Me too.

But they need you.

Sorry.

It's work.

Max?

This missing coin.

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

Yes.

But what if it's still there?

What if Niall had hidden it?

It'd have to be pretty well

hidden if SOCO didn't find it.

Exactly.

What if he'd anticipated that someone

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

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

So what?

Under the floorboards?

Layla.

Wait.

You're with John tonight.

I'm sorry.

I've disturbed you.

It's fine.

No, no, no.

Not at all.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Listen, I've got to catch a train.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Police!

Stop!

Max?

Stop!

Fuck.

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

I'm on the roof.

Intruder's escaped.

Looking for a way down.

Heading East to Paulson Street.

Stop, police!

Stay there.

Shit.

Stop!

You're under arrest.

Right.

Come on.

I already told you.

I was in the hospital all night.

Can't you check that?

It's easy to slip out again unnoticed.

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

know came from the foreshore.

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

back and break into his shop?

For 1 million pound coin?

Yes, Stacey, I do.

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

He made me sign a receipt for the 500

quid he gave me, gave us.

Probably thought that if we found

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

Who is this us?

Who else knew about the coin?

Jake.

Your mudlarker friend?

The man you claim you barely know?

I don't know him really.

I don't.

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

When did you find out what the coin was worth?

When you told me.

You knew it was gold.

I think you felt ripped off.

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

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

I don't care about the money.

It was Jake pushing to sell it.

I should have said no.

It belongs with the finds officer.

So Jake forced you to sell the coin?

Not forced, no.

He just caught me at a bad time.

Dad and I had had a massive bill come in.

We got the heater blasting all hours

trying to dry out the mold.

So you both agreed to sell the coin.

Was Jake happy with what you sold it for?

He was furious.

It was him thought we'd been ripped off.

Do you think he did it?

The mud you said you found.

So you have this huge bill to pay,

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

You broke into the shop where a man

had been brutally murdered in order to retrieve a receipt.

Were you covering your tracks so we couldn't

connect you to the coin?

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

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

He's dying.

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

Murder is already in the paper.

Dad saw it.

Not the details yet, but that will come.

Imagine if he finds out I went to a dealer,

broke the law and everything him and Mom lived by.

He's always been so proud of me.

I just.

Morning.

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

The mudlarker.

They're interviewing her now.

What happened to you?

What, this?

Shows what a lucky person I am.

Right.

As a detective, you'd know the visual evidence

isn't matching your story.

If you'd seen me come off my bike,

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

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

Can you still do the race?

Yes, yes.

Is this an AMPR search?

Yes.

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

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

It sounds like her friend Jake is pretty sure the coin

is worth more than they got.

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

that could be his.

We need to find Jake.

So do we believe Stacey's story?

She took a big risk breaking into the shop.

It's a criminal act.

Whatever her motivations, let's bail her.

Could we search this paperwork from the shop?

Jess, what happened?

She's after a sympathy sponsorship.

Whatever it takes.

What are we looking for now?

A receipt for Stacey Ford.

500 pounds.

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

What a shame we didn't know last night.

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

I think I know who Mrs. Hammond

may have been referring to.

There's a parent of one of our young auditionees

who has a particularly unpleasant temper.

Please, this way.

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

It was.

Requisitioned in the Second World War.

And before that, it served the community.

So I rescued it, rebuilt it.

Blood, sweat, and tears.

And money.

Yes.

But worth it.

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

teaching and conducting part time.

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

A place to offer young people opportunities they

could only have dreamed of.

I wish there had been somewhere like this for me

in my formative years.

I'll have his details here.

Frank Hughes.

Exquisite, isn't it?

Are you a musician yourself?

Piano.

It's beautifully restored.

I hope people play it.

Just me.

Too precious.

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

No, thank you.

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

Yes.

Mr. Hughes was actually here Tuesday night,

causing quite a disturbance.

Tuesday?

He turned up to our rehearsal uninvited, very disruptive,

so I had to remove him.

Here we go.

Thank you.

Why was Mr. Hughes disruptive?

He was very upset that I selected Leah Hammond to join

our ensemble, a place he felt should have

belonged to his son, William.

Does he have grounds to feel aggrieved?

If you believe his opinion is better than mine.

The ensemble is highly competitive.

The absolute finest only.

And unfortunately for Mr. Hughes,

his son didn't make the grade, so.

I would have liked to have talked with him,

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

But no, no, no.

He was in no mood to listen.

It's a racket, that society of his.

150 quid we paid for his audition.

Yet William came out of there and he was buzzing.

They told him he was in.

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

It's like that conversation that never happened.

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

You sound very angry, Mr. Hughes.

Who wouldn't be?

Did you know the Hammonds?

I know that they got up aboard too.

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

What do you mean by that?

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

Is that what you argued with Niall Hammond about?

I had a go, yeah, but words.

That's all it was.

See, William heard her audition, that Leah.

She wasn't good enough.

All right?

He's not cocky, my lad.

He would have said if she was better than him,

and she wasn't.

Mr. Johansen told us you went to the society on

Tuesday evening.

You talked to him, have you?

I knew someone must have.

Yeah, because I got an email just

before you pulled me inviting me

to go in and see him tomorrow.

What time did you go there on Tuesday?

It was about half 7:00, maybe.

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

and I saw I was about to pass through Sloan Square

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

Mr. Johansen said you were agitated.

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

When you left the society, where did you go?

I got straight on the tube and home

to fess up to my missus.

Can anyone other than your wife corroborate this?

You can check my journeys if you want to.

I've got a work travel pass.

Yeah, we'll do that.

And look, I might resent that Hammond

kid for taking my boy's place.

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

So it turns out Frank Hughes is a tube driver.

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

journeys he said he took.

Okay, well check the CCTV just to be

sure it was him each time.

Sure.

- Who found the receipt? - I did.

Gold by weight.

Received 500 pounds cash.

Initialed SF, dated Tuesday.

No mention of a coin, though.

I think all his paperwork was designed to avoid scrutiny.

Just had an email from the museum about the dinner.

Jennifer Leyland Thompson was there, but she left early.

How early?

Reception ordered her a taxi.

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

More than 45 minutes before the murder.

I said the dinner went on until midnight.

Implying you were there until midnight.

So where did you go?

I'd rather not say.

We've established that two coin dealers received a call

from a woman asking if they were

interested in an Edward VIII.

Was that woman you?

No.

I can't have been the only person

Niall contacted about it.

He was a terrible show off.

Perhaps you'd like to surrender your phone to us

so we can go through your call history.

I need my phone for work.

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

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

Look, it's really delicate.

I've been seeing someone.

A married someone.

Please don't call on him.

It could be disastrous.

You were the last known person

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

the same night you identified a coin in his possession

thought to be worth a million pounds.

You have the motive and the opportunity to kill.

So tell us the name and the address

of the person you were with.

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

Expect the police.

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

Prove it, and they'll leave you alone.

And if they ask why I was with you,

we're having an affair, all right?

Hi.

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

There's nothing helpful in the tox report.

No alcohol in his system.

There were therapeutic levels of codeine

consistent with a historical injury in his arm and shoulder.

He was a regular attendee at a nearby pain clinic.

The accident that ended his music career.

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

Yes, we are.

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

His name is Jake.

Not that small a community.

Do you have his surname?

His sign name?

No, he ran when he saw us.

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

deaf people hang out.

You owe me a pint.

What for?

Being fabulous.

Yes, of course.

Cool.

I'm pretty sure Jennifer Leyland

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

But he confirmed she was with him?

Willingly.

Do you think he was telling the truth?

His gate camera showed a taxi arriving and leaving.

The passenger could be her.

So we shouldn't rule her out.

There's definitely something weird going on there.

She said they were having an affair.

Yeah.

I didn't get that feeling from him.

Go on.

What's your theory?

From things he had on display,

I'd say he is a collector.

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

to broker a deal for a coin.

She's British Museum.

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

We need to track down the taxi she used.

Yeah.

Max, you should have a look at this.

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

night and look.

Out and about in Chelsea, 10:00 PM.

That's not what she told us.

That's really helpful.

Thanks.

So that was Dominic Hammond's AA sponsor.

He says on Tuesday they were at a meeting

at 8:00 PM for an hour.

Then Dominic went to a dry bar in Kensington.

The Sand Bar.

He checked in a few times by text,

the last one around 11:30 PM.

Dominic said he was still there.

Best confirm that with the bar.

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

The sponsor was adamant that he had stayed on the wagon

since leaving prison, and that he didn't

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

provoking him.

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

left prison, that was a lie.

It's becoming a family trait.

We'll be fine.

Call you later.

Bye.

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

At the station.

Please, take a seat.

You told us that you hadn't seen your father

since you were sent to prison.

That was a lie, wasn't it?

We know you get violent when drunk.

Were you drinking on Tuesday night?

No.

We've also established that your alibi was false.

No.

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

but I have not touched alcohol since leaving prison.

And my alibi is not false.

You were not at the dry bar in Kensington

when your father was killed.

No, not Kensington.

I was in Shoreditch.

You claim that on Tuesday evening,

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

And didn't leave again.

No.

Leah was practicing in her room.

She doesn't like being disturbed.

So I had a shower and watched TV.

So explain this.

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

You deny that it was you driving?

You went to a lot of trouble to make

your sponsor think you were in Kensington,

texting him to confirm.

Is that because you were drinking?

No.

I was at a different dry bar, The Shavian.

So why did you tell us you were somewhere else?

My sponsor, he's a really nice guy.

He's been really kind to me.

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

You're in a relationship with his daughter?

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

so we chose somewhere else.

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

9:00 PM on Tuesday night?

No.

Then where were you going?

We will track your car.

We will gather dashcam and surveillance footage.

We will find out where you went.

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

Dominic's.

I went to Dominic's flat.

Did you see your father on Tuesday evening?

No.

I saw him on Tuesday morning.

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

It's part of my recovery.

Step nine.

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

An apology?

Yes.

Did he accept?

Went straight in pushing my buttons.

What a waste I am, how ashamed Mom is.

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

and then I went to see Mom.

You need to tell us what happened on Tuesday evening.

I'd upset him.

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

He wanted to drink.

He wanted to punch him.

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

I knew Dominic would have to do all the work.

So I made the mistake of telling

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

He should try again.

And he just blew up at me.

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

he'd put me through.

God.

The urge not to drink.

So I went to a meeting, and then I

met up with my girlfriend.

That bottle, I was telling you the truth when

I said that it wasn't mine.

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

I caught the guy next door to me with that bottle

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

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

I didn't drink, I swear.

I came home.

He wouldn't answer my calls.

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

So I drove to his flat.

And?

He wasn't there.

So I drove home.

Why wouldn't you just tell us that?

Because he wasn't there.

I don't know where he was.

You're worried that Dominic had killed his father.

What I'm trying to understand,

Dominic, is that if you're innocent,

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

My license conditions state that I

have to stay away from him.

Even though you risk looking like a murderer?

I didn't kill him.

I just hoped you'd find who did.

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

I wish I'd never gone to see Dad.

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

Nicole lied about being at home all night.

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

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

there and back.

Check she didn't make any diversions.

The manager at the dry bar in Shoreditch has confirmed that

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

He's coming in to make a statement.

They both made that a lot harder than it needed

to be, but it looks like we can rule out

Dominic, if not his mother.

We need to find this mudlark.

Let's hope Ashley comes up trumps.

There's a few pubs deaf people meet in,

but this is the main one in Chelsea.

I spoke to the manager.

It turns out a Jake has been working here.

Casual shifts.

She sent me this photo.

Is that him?

Yeah.

Jake Green.

Been a no show the last two nights.

Not responding to texts.

She said he's owed wages.

So he may turn up to collect them,

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

money yet.

Give her my details.

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

Max has got himself an admirer.

And a sign name.

Max.

What does that mean?

Serious.

What can I get you?

Pinot grigio.

Thanks.

A pint, please.

Of?

Surprise me.

Careful what you wish for.

You're not seeing John tonight?

No, he's been and gone.

Already?

A flying visit?

Just time for a picnic.

Pinot grigio.

Thanks.

IPA.

Fine example.

Floral but earthy.

Balanced malts.

So serious.

Hi, Mr. Hughes.

Do you want to take a seat?

He's still in a meeting.

Would you like some tea or coffee?

No coffee, no tea.

Thank you.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Hughes.

Mr. Johansen's breakfast meeting ran over.

Breakfast?

Yes.

He wants to reschedule.

Thank you, Constable.

Mr. Hughes, this is Detective Inspector.

How dare you do this?

Thank you.

On my premises again.

All right, sir.

Yeah, you finished with the important people?

Yes.

Corrupt.

That's what you are.

What is it, bribes?

Bribes?

How much did Hammond pay to give his daughter the place

that's my lad's by right?

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

Mr. Hughes.

DS Layla Walsh.

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

Ignoring me and my son.

William, they promised him a place.

They said it to his face.

I have nothing to hide.

This isn't going to help.

I just want Johansen to be made

to answer for what he does.

Maybe the best thing right now

is for you to come out calmly and not let things

get more serious for you.

Okay?

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

Get out.

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

This way, Mr. Hughes.

My intention was to talk to you about your son joining

my ensemble, but you have just cost

him that opportunity with this disgraceful behavior.

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

Do you hear me?

So his accusations are completely unfounded?

Absolutely.

Yeah.

You can examine my financial records.

I give you complete access.

Perhaps that will give him some peace of mind.

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

I do not take kindly to being publicly slandered.

Excuse me.

Max.

Jake Green came for his wages.

Uniform have picked him up.

He's on his way to custody.

Ashley?

I told you.

Word travels fast.

You've arrested Jake Green.

Is there something you need from him forensically?

No.

Yes, his fingerprints, obviously.

But it's more for you.

Getting an interpreter through an agency can take forever,

but I've found someone.

Thank you.

It's okay.

Name.

You need to remove those.

He's deemed a flight risk.

This is Jake Green.

Date of birth.

He needs his hands to communicate.

Do you gag hearing people?

I'm deaf as well.

You have an interpreter on the way.

If off and you run, they will add resisting

arrest to your charges.

Do you understand?

So they can take them off?

We're trusting you, okay?

Date of birth.

I'm not here to defend you.

You need to wait for your interpreter.

Save it for your interview.

They need your date of birth.

12/10/1990.

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

Tell him he's part of a murder inquiry.

So where do you live?

Just outside Chelsea.

What's your address?

Different places.

Friends' sofas.

Where have you been staying most recently?

I haven't hurt anyone.

Do you know this man?

We believe that last Tuesday at 9:30 PM,

someone broke into the shop owned by this man,

Niall Hammond, probably looking for this coin.

Mr. Hammond disturbed the intruder and was murdered.

Was that intruder you, Jake?

No, no, not me.

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

Tell us the truth.

We'll investigate your story and rule you out.

Water, please.

We'll have someone bring in a drink.

This interview is paused at 14:20.

We'll get a more productive interview if we give

him a chance to calm down.

I've cross-referenced Frank Hughes's travel

pass activity with CCTV.

It was definitely him using it.

Thanks, Jess.

Ashley?

Have you had a breakthrough?

Unfortunately, no.

I was hoping to get a match with the partial fingerprint

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

I'll chase the digital team, see

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

I just wanted to check that everything

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

Yeah, he's very professional.

Has Jake got the coin?

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

He's been sleeping on people's sofas.

In London or Manchester?

Why Manchester?

I assumed from his regional BSL.

His numbers are definitely Manchester.

In London, we do 10 like this, 10.

In Glasgow, 10.

Birmingham, 10.

And Manchester, 10.

So he could be from Manchester.

Yes.

He possibly panicked and reverted to his native BSL,

but just for a moment.

Jake, you told...

Jake, you told us you lived in London.

But we believe you're from Manchester.

My colleagues are speaking to the Manchester Police right

now.

What might they tell us, Jake?

Are you in trouble up there?

I saw something.

A robbery.

Guns.

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

It was a gang thing.

I don't want to be a witness.

I don't want to talk.

They'll help my family.

Are the police looking for you?

No.

I don't know.

If someone mentions my name, they will.

We have enough circumstantial evidence to believe

that you're guilty of murder.

No.

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

Gone.

Not there.

I broke in through the window.

I was there five minutes, no more.

It was maybe 9 o'clock.

I wanted the coin back.

I left money for it.

Left money where?

On the desk upstairs.

250 pounds.

It's what I was paid.

Did you see Niall Hammond?

Yes.

Through the window.

I watched.

He went downstairs.

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

Five minutes.

No more.

Where's the coin now?

Tell us where it is.

I didn't kill anyone.

I didn't.

Where's this camera?

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

Time stamp 20:55.

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

We have nothing closer to the premises?

No.

And he doesn't pass this camera again.

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

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

The cash was there.

Has he said where the coin is?

Not yet.

We're doing everything we can to help him,

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

before the time of death, we have

to presume he's our murderer.

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

And he had reason to run from us,

thinking he'd be forced to give his witness

statement in Manchester.

We were lucky that Ashley spotted his BSL

accent from his date of birth.

Wait.

Leah Hammond is 16, isn't she?

Yes.

18/11/2006.

This ID makes her 18.

We all did it.

Did what?

Fake IDs to get into clubs, bars.

No.

I didn't.

So Leah Hammond is going to clubs and bars.

That doesn't fit with what we know.

She's studious, quiet, focused.

You can be studious and a party animal.

Yeah, but is that your impression of Leah Hammond?

Nicole said when she snuck out to see Dominic that Leah

was practicing her violin.

She also said Leah hates being disturbed.

So what if she was somehow deceiving her mom?

Pretending she was in when she wasn't.

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

night when I was 16.

She could have recorded herself practicing.

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

Leah also confirmed her mom's alibi that she

hadn't left the house.

She did.

But what if Leah wasn't there herself?

Come on.

Dad found it.

He was so angry.

I just wanted to get out.

He only ever wanted me to practice.

That's all that mattered.

I was horrible to him.

I'm sure you weren't.

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

Echo Lounge.

You can still see the stamp.

Takes ages to wash off.

I never wanted to be in the ensemble.

William should have got in, not me.

I tried to fail the audition.

Why didn't you tell me this?

You and Dad were always fighting.

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

No, we didn't. It was complicated.

He wanted me to be successful like he

was before his accident.

Same with Dominic, and look what happened with them.

A mess.

Even you thought Dominic had killed him.

I didn't.

I feared it because of their difficulties

and how badly your father treated him.

I just wanted Dad to feel less

sad and angry at everything.

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

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

I'm sorry. I should have realized.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So Leah just admitted she did a terrible audition.

Was still accepted into the ensemble.

Quite.

The question is how?

Play the Danish Philharmonic Augustana's

violin concerto in D major.

Layla?

I can see why Johansen was happy to give us access

to his financial records.

Forensic accounts have done a primary check,

and he's looking clean.

No unusual transactions.

No large payments.

No further information available.

No further information available?

Sorry.

There's something niggling.

Connor said that the last thing that Niall Hammond looked

at on his laptop was the Johansen Music

Society Wikipedia page, yes?

Yeah. Why?

Are you anywhere near a computer?

Yeah, I'm right here.

Get the society page up for me.

Got it?

Yeah.

How do you find the edits?

I have Version History tab at the top.

Okay.

They're waiting in your office for you.

They want to speak to you about something.

I'm in the middle of a rehearsal.

This constant police presence is unsettling my musicians.

How many years did you say you conducted

at the Danish Philharmonic?

Seven.

Why?

From 1988?

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

You're here to make baseless accusations.

I don't have the time.

Your CV, your past achievements,

everything your reputation is built on is a fiction.

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

he was murdered.

The Danish Philharmonic play Augustana's violin

concerto in D major conducted by Axel Dummkopf.

Who according to my research was the principal

conductor from 1988 to '95.

But your Wikipedia page says it's you.

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

Is that why you killed him?

I killed no one.

He uploaded a new Wikipedia page to expose you.

It was only live for a few minutes

until the original was restored.

Was he blackmailing you?

So I adjusted the truth a little about my past.

But for what?

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

so I could give young people opportunities.

Where were you last Tuesday at 9:38 PM?

Here, rehearsal.

Rehearsal was from 6:30 to 8:00.

Frank Hughes interrupted that rehearsal.

He accused you of choosing someone for your ensemble

who didn't deserve to be there.

Leah didn't even want the place.

Was that why you went to Niall Hammond's sharp

after rehearsal?

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

Mr. Hammond's smartwatch registered his fall.

It would have automatically alerted the emergency services

had it not been silenced.

And whoever silenced the alert left

a fingerprint on the watch.

You told us no one plays this harpsichord but you.

There's nothing like smooth surfaces

to give us high quality fingerprints.

What are the chances they'll match the one

left on the watch?

It was an accident.

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

Leah hadn't even turned up to rehearse.

The ingratitude.

I went to tell her father that she's totally

unsuitable for the ensemble.

But he demanded she continues to play,

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

Or he would expose you as a fraud.

I am no fraud.

My success here is plain to see.

Look around, for God's sake.

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

Undermine the standards I have achieved,

threaten to bring me down.

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

Helping talented people realize their dreams.

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

that I will do his bidding.

He said I would be finished.

My society, my reputation, everything.

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

I just stopped him.

I picked up the nearest thing and I...

I stopped him.

Thomas Johansen, I'm arresting you

on suspicion of the murder of Niall Hammond.

Hi.

Can I come in?

Of course.

I want to apologize.

What for?

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

Wall all those years ago.

I didn't think you would take it seriously.

It was just a silly joke.

I should have said something straight away,

but you were so delighted.

And then time passed.

I see.

So it's not real.

But our story is real.

And all those memories, I...

they still matter a great deal to me.

I imagine you will throw that piece of rubble in the

Thames now.

I don't know.