All language subtitles for The Chelsea Detective S02E02

Push.

Push. Push. Push.

That's right.

Right.

Push.

Nice. Nice rhythm.

Nice.

The roasted duck
with a peach sauce

and wild mushroom salad,
Mrs. Swanson.

Thank you, dear.

Excuse me.

This duck's over-cooked.

Get the chef to start again.

Of course, Mrs. Swanson.

Start again.

Already have.

Come on, guys.

Stay in rhythm.
Stay in rhythm.

Push. Push.

And four of you's.
You're rushing.

No, you need to find a rhythm.

You're losing it.

Pick up the oars.

No. No. No. No. No. No.

This is not a day out.

Here, let me help.

I'm perfectly capable
of walking on my own.

Careful. Concentrate!
Come on!

That is what happens
when you let idiots

who've never rowed before
on the river.

They're the people
that pay our wages, Sam.

How many times do I have
to complain?

They could at least
get the food right.

Are you at that rowing club?

- Yes.
- Why you chose to invest in it

I have no idea.

You've got no business sense.

Did you get the invitation?

What invitation?

To the ceremony.

If you think I'm going to that,

you don't know
your own mother, Maria.

Okay.

I suppose these Zoom calls
are a good thing,

though it means

you don't actually
have to visit me so often.

Don't think that hasn't
occurred to me.

Goodbye, dear.

There we go.

Thank you.

Yeah, rowing's been a bit
elitist in the past,

but what we're trying
to do here at Chelsea Oars

is to shake things up, get
a wider demographic involved.

You mean letting in riff raff
like me?

I wouldn't call you riff raff.

I'm just, taking advantage of
the free trial period, really.

I'm off home.

Yeah, okay, um,
I won't be long, darling.

Are you sure that you don't
want to join as a full member?

Maybe you could persuade me.

All clear?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Can-- can you tell me
the way to the cinema room?

I'm a bit lost.

It's just round the corner
on the left, Mr. Swift.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

He should be in a home.

He is in a home.

No, he isn't.

He's in a high-end
lifestyle choice

for discerning seniors,
who've got shitloads of money.

Hi.

You've been a while.

I didn't want to make
any decisions

without talking to you
first, Asti.

Maybe your clubbing days
aren't over.

I think you know the answer
to that, Max.

"The Ting Tings' Greatest Hits."

I could get it valued at that
antiques emporium on Lots Road.

Haven't you got to get
to work, Max?

I tell you what, I'll drop them
off later at the gallery.

No!

I don't want to clutter up
my gallery with old CDs.

But you don't mind
cluttering up my boat?

Max!

Oh.

I got to go!

Layla.

Where?

I'm coming.

Thank you.

Morning, Max.

Morning.

Welcome to Greyfriars West,

where your golden years
are truly golden.

I can't wait.

An 80-year old female
was found

deceased in her bed
this morning.

Her name's Celia Swanson.

The duty doctors alerted us
to the possibility of foul play.

Hello. I'm Gillian Compton.
I'm the general manager here.

D.I. Max Arnold.

I'm D.S. Layla Walsh.

Hello.

You will keep this as quiet
as possible, won't you?

We'll do our best.

A purple bruise on the anterior
side of the right deltoid.

Evidence of subcutaneous hemorrhage.

On the inside of the arm,
further bruising.

Morning!

Hold on.

Give us a minute.

The duty doctor did well.

The deceased had a progressive
neurological disorder

and appeared to have died
in her sleep.

The key, however,
is the right upper arm.

Bruising and bleeding
under the skin.

Older people get this
pretty easily

from an intramuscular injection.

But assuming her medical records
are up to date...

...she hadn't had
an injection for days.

And then there are these,
bruises on the inner arm.

Unusual, unless somebody
was holding her down.

So you're saying she's been
forcibly injected?

That's right.

Oh, hello, Mr. Swift.

Good morning, ladies.

Do you mind if we just go back
to your rooms for a moment?

Thank you.

She ate early. She always did.
She didn't finish her food.

Who else was in here?

Nobody, as far as I remember.

I offered to help her back
to her apartment,

but she wanted
to walk on her own.

It was painful to watch
to be honest.

What time was that?

About 7:00.

And how about you?

Did you work the rest
of the evening shift?

Yeah, but it was pretty quiet.

It can get busy at lunchtime.

That's when the relatives
come to visit.

But it's never very full
in the evening.

- So you left at about
- 9:30, I guess.

- Together?
- Yeah.

We live in Fulham.

Allibone Gardens.
Nice menu.

Josh copied it from that place
in Knightsbridge, Hartnell's.

Yeah, alright.

I added a few personal touches.

Uh, what did you think
of Celia Swanson, Hannah?

Well, we all made fun
of her a bit.

Dressing up like
she was dining at Claridge's,

and she was quite fussy
about her food.

But, you know...

Translation-- she was
a poisonous old cow

- and nobody liked her.
- Josh!

Come on.

It doesn't matter
what she was like.

She was eating in here
last night, and now...

she's dead.

It's sad.

Do come in. Um...

Mrs. Compton,
perhaps you could explain

how access to the building
is regulated.

Well, the staff
and residents have fobs.

What about visitors?

Well, we like to keep it
as informal as possible.

It's really important that
Greyfriars doesn't have that

"institutional" feel.

Stephanie's very clear on that.

Stephanie?
The owner.

Stephanie Lang.

What can you tell us of

Mrs. Swanson's movements
last night?

Well, from what I understand
she went back to her apartment

after eating
in the restaurant.

She didn't have any visitors
after that.

One of our residents,
Maurice Swift,

found her body this morning.

And is Mr. Swift
available to talk to us?

Of course.

You might find that he gets
a bit confused.

There is no sign
of forced entry.

Which makes it more likely that
the attack was carried out

by somebody with access
to the building.

Oh, I can't believe
that could happen.

We'll need to see a list
of who was on duty last night

and Mrs. Swanson's next of kin.

Uh, yes, of course.

Um, she has a daughter, Maria.
I'll give you her details.

What about your own movements?

What time did you
leave last night?

Um, usual time.

I'm generally on my way by 6:00.

Oh, here's...

Hi. Stephanie Lang.

Morning. I'm D.I. Arnold.
This is D.S. Walsh.

Chelsea CID.

I do hope you're being
looked after properly.

Have you been offered
tea or coffee?

We're fine.

So you believe there's something
untoward about

Mrs. Swanson's death?

We do.

How shocking.

I assume you have evidence?

We're here to gather
the evidence.

And all these police
in the building?

Strictly necessary?

They are.

Oh, wow. Look at this.

You'd think she went to
a different party every night.

She's got so many.

The old hoarding instinct.

When my dad died, I went round
to clear out his house.

Apart from his books
and a few paintings,

everything else was just junk.

"Dearest M, I've come to a..."

"...firm decision at last."

How'd you work that out?

Sometimes dyslexia helps you
see things more clearly.

So the start of a letter
that was never finished.

"Dearest M, I've come to
a firm decision at last..."

Why did you tell the police
that we live together?

I mean, in your dreams.

I was protecting you. Okay?

Suppose so.

And actually, in your dreams...

Piss off!

Mr. Swift, we understand you
found Celia Swanson's body.

Yes.

It was such a shock.

We-- we played cards
on Tuesday mornings, you see?

But she was late.

So I-I went round
to her apartment.

It wasn't locked, so I went in.

And there she was.

Were you with her
yesterday evening?

Yesterday? Let me think.

No. No.

Are you sure?

Monday evening, no.
No, that's film club.

I liked Celia.

We used to make
each other laugh.

I like her daughter, too.
She had such a nice smile.

The Morettis have been
waiting for a while.

Net worth?

About 40 million.

Um, then there's Lord Aldiss.
He was widowed last year.

Does he still live on
that huge estate in Devon?

Yeah.
I believe so, yes.

I heard he's not well.

A Lord would be good
for the brand.

So, what do you think?

I'm thinking, what a way
to finish your days.

In Greyfriars West.

We've got to
end up somewhere.

You're looking puzzled.

Well, if Celia Swanson
was ill anyway

and didn't have long to live,
why would somebody kill her now?

Oh, no.

Digging up the embankment again.

Be quicker on a bike.

It would.

Miss Swanson, can you think
of anyone

who might've wanted
to harm your mother?

Anyone at all?

I...I honestly can't.

We found a letter, or rather
the beginnings of a letter,

which may have been to you.

"Dearest M, I've..."

"I've come to a firm decision
at last."

Could you confirm that
that's your mother's writing?

Yes, Mum liked to write letters
in the old-fashioned way.

I never got this one,
but I'm guessing

it would have been
about her diamonds.

She'd been talking about
selling them for ages.

They're just rotting in
a bank vault somewhere.

She never dared take them out.

You don't think it was
something more personal?

Mum didn't do personal.

Oh, my God, darling,
are you alright?

Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

Hi. I'm Freddie Mercer.
I'm Maria's partner.

Are you allowed to just
turn up here without warning?

Maria suffers from anxiety.

- I'm sure you're aware--
- No, I know.

I'll go and get your meds.

Thanks.

What do you do professionally,
Miss Swanson?

I'm a translator--
uh, documents, textbooks,

boring stuff.

I speak Afrikaanse.

Here we go.

Look, if there's anything else
I can do.

What were your movements
last night, Mr. Mercer?

I was at the club,
entertaining clients.

I run Chelsea Oars.

Well, we'll know
where to find you.

Have these bruises
changed colour?

The body doesn't stand still
when you die, Max.

Decomposition, autolysis,
self-digestion.

All sorts of excitement
to look forward to.

Eventually worms.

Can't wait.

So, what do we know?

She was injected
with Dialorphine.

It's a morphine derivative.

A healthy person
in the prime of life

might have survived the dose.

Whoever planned this knew
what they were doing.

Which fits with
the insider theory.

I've checked with Greyfriars.

They don't keep
any Dialorphine on site.

It's a pretty obscure drug.

Has the advantage of passing
through the body quickly.

What about time of death?

Not earlier than 9:00 p.m.,
not later than 11:00.

She may have had one
last crazy trip or died

soon after the injection.

We'll never know.

So our victim is Celia Swanson,
widow of Cory Swanson,

a well-known South African businessman.

We don't have too much on her,

but he was quite the figure
in the 1980s--

mines, property, pharmaceuticals.

It looks like the whole
South African establishment

went to his funeral.

Celia and her daughter Maria

came to live in London
soon afterwards,

and they've been here
ever since.

She had a flat in Eaton Square

but sold it in 2019
when Greyfriars opened.

Well, here's what we know
about Greyfriars?

It's high end living for people
with money to burn,

owned and run by Stephanie Lang.

We've met her.

So, who visited Celia Swanson?

Did she have enemies?

Was anyone suspicious
hanging around

Greyfriars yesterday evening?

All the usual angles.

The late '80s was the era of the
anti-apartheid demonstrations

in Trafalgar Square.

I remember them well.

Did you police them?

I was on them.

Right, this afternoon
we're gonna concentrate

on synchronized rowing.

You're not eight individuals
doing your best,

you are one unit
pulling together.

A rowing crew is only as good
as its weakest link.

We are missing someone.
Who's that?

It's me! Sorry!

Well, get a move on!

You'll, uh, you'll jump in and
save me if we drown, won't you?

I wouldn't have thought so, no!

Oh, sorry.

I was mistaking you for somebody

I was talking
to in the bar last night.

I thought you should know.

I just hope she didn't suffer.

I've got to go now.

Sorry I didn't make it
last night, by the way.

You shouldn't be doing that.

I've got to finish it.
They want it in the morning.

Maria, take some time.

Look, I'll be done here
in a little while.

Why don't we go
for a walk or something.

Okay.

I'm so glad you're here for me.

Always.

Hi. Just closing up.

Well, don't worry.
I'm not here to buy anything.

You and the rest
of the world.

I sometimes wonder whether

Chelsea has got all
the art it needs.

I brought your CDs.
A few memories in there.

Max, I don't even own
a CD player anymore!

Haven't you heard of streaming?

There's something I need
to talk to you about.

Go on.

It's my mother.

She's struggling.

She's on her own, and she can't
get around like she used to.

I'm thinking of going back
to Germany to look after her.

What about your sister?
Could she help?

When did you ever hear about
Brigitte doing anything for

anyone other than herself?

Could you bring
your mum here?

She wants to be in Germany.
That's where she lives.

But you live in London.

She needs me.

I thought you'd understand.

I do. I do.

I always thought
you hated Leipzig.

It's changed.

I here there selling Gucci
there now.

The very definition
of civilization.

Okay, so here's what we know.

There are no cameras in the
residential parts of Greyfriars,

so all we've got is footage
from the common areas.

At 21:14, we see Josh Downing
and Hannah Loftus

leave the kitchen area, chatting
to an elderly resident.

Morris Swift.
They told us that.

Nothing else of interest
that we've found yet.

To make matters worse,
some of the cameras

they do have aren't working.

Do we get the impression
the Greyfriars' security system

was put in on a budget?

I'm also trying to source
external footage--

people coming and going
from the building itself.

Okay, I've got this.

Go on.

Found by Max in the bin
in Mrs. Swanson's room.

Always look in the bins.

An invitation.

"In memory of
the Nelspruit miners,

you are cordially invited..."
et cetera, et cetera...

"To a memorial service."

From Whitewash.

Anybody heard of Whitewash?

It's run by Bandile Nkosi.

According to their website,

"Whitewash-- a campaign
run by relatives

of the victims of apartheid.

Dedicated to the memory
of those who have suffered

and to fight for reparations
from those

whose fortunes
are tainted by injustice."

Okay, so similar to the campaign
about families whose ancestors

benefited from the slave trade?

Yeah, and "Those whose fortunes
are tainted by injustice."

Sounds like a pretty good
description of Celia Swanson.

And Gillian
of course you know.

And this is our
Head of Residential Care,

Alistair Walker.

And here is our award
winning chef Josh Downing.

We offer a range
of different cuisines,

all cooked fresh
to your exact specifications,

using the finest ingredients.

Thanks, Josh.
I eat here quite a lot myself.

It's all in the brochure,
and as we like to say,

at Greyfriars, you're not
just another resident to us,

you're a friend.

There seem to be
all sorts of gaps

in the CCTV coverage,
Mrs. Compton.

Why would that be?

Well, we've been having
trouble with the system.

For some reason,
it keeps recording over itself.

I have mentioned it to
Stephanie, but, uh...

well, there are
other priorities.

What sort of person
was Celia Swanson?

Well, I didn't know her well.

I'm not sure that anyone did.

There's all sorts
of activities here,

but well she wasn't
the type to join in.

Tell us a bit about
Mrs. Swanson's daughter.

Did you see much of her?

Relations were strained,
I think.

Maria's boyfriend visited
more often than she did.

He used to bring her flowers.

Do you mean Freddie Mercer?

That's right.

So, we'll find a record of that
in the visitors' book?

Well, not necessarily.

If somebody's familiar
to the staff on reception,

they just let them in.

Oh, I did look into whether
anybody visited her

in her apartment
after she went to bed,

but it seems that nobody did.

Apart from whoever murdered her.

Well, yes.

- Hi!
- Hi.

Are you Bandile Nkosi?

That's right. Banny.
Can I help?

D.C. Connor Pollock,
D.C. Jess Lombard.

You look busy.

Getting ready
for the ceremony tomorrow.

50 years since
the Nelspruit disaster.

You know how many people died?

82, wasn't it?

That's right.

And one of them
was my grandfather.

We do this every year.

They let us use the memorial

even though it's dedicated
to "the other side."

So real live detectives. Exciting.

What can I do for you?

We're here in relation to
the death of an elderly woman--

Celia Swanson.

Was she known to you?

Not personally,
but I know who you mean.

She died in suspicious circumstances,

and we found an invitation to
your ceremony in her apartment.

Would that make any sense?

Absolutely.

Cory Swanson owned Nelspruit.

He sent workers down mines
in unimaginable conditions,

and she lived a life
of luxury in London.

Do you know how much
compensation he paid out

over the years to the families?

I'm guessing nothing.

Well, you got it.

We asked Celia Swanson
to the ceremony every year.

We don't expect her to come.

So what was the purpose
of the invitation?

Well, to show contrition.

To share the pain.

If the worst she had to put up
with was an annual invitation

that she was perfectly free
to refuse,

then, well, compared
to the benefits she enjoyed,

it wasn't that much
of an inconvenience.

Where were you
two nights ago, Mr. Nkosi?

Choir practice. At church.

You're not thinking
we might have

had something to do
with her death?

These are just
routine enquiries.

Listen, Whitewash is
a law-abiding organization.

I'm sorry to hear
about Celia Swanson.

Probably a bit more sorry
than she was

when the people who worked
for her husband died.

I'm sorry I can't do dinner
tonight, Olivia.

You know how it is.

Oh, don't worry.
I'm busy with my painting.

There's an exhibition
at Chelsea Town Hall,

and I've put a few pieces
up for it.

Though goodness knows
if I'll sell anything.

It's better than playing bridge
or whatever it is people my age

are supposed to do now.

What I really want is to go
to parties and get trashed.

Be young.

Are you working on
the Celia Swanson case?

I read about it
in the Chelsea Gazette.

I couldn't possibly say.

Do you remember those

South African friends
of your dad's?

The Bekkers?

I remember the Bekkers.

We used to see them
on the anti-apartheid marches.

They wouldn't have had much
in common with the Swansons.

So you are working on the case.

Anyway, how are you?

Oh...

Go on, what is it?

Astrid has to go back to Germany
to look after her mother.

Is she ill?

No.

Just getting older.

I mentioned bringing her Mum
over here,

but she didn't seem
to think that would work.

If Astrid goes, who knows
when she might come back.

Would you take some advice
from a well-meaning Aunt?

Sounds like I'm about
to get some.

Don't worry about Astrid
going back to Germany.

You're separated, Max.
She's got her own life to live.

And-- and besides that,

I think it's good that she's
looking after her mother.

One day, you might have
to do the same for me.

Many years in the future.

Many.

Max, take a look at this.

Latest financial records
for Chelsea Oars.

It's very much in what
you would call

the "investment phase."

Meaning, they're losing money?

Well, lots of it.

At this rate, I'd give the
business about two months.

So if Maria stood to inherit
from her mother

and the rowing club's
burning through cash,

that would give
Freddie Mercer a motive?

You'd think so.

What about Maria?

She said she was in
Cremorne Gardens

at the time of the murder.

We found footage of her there.

There's a print out here somewhere.

Here it is.

Why don't we see if
Freddie Mercer

is still at the rowing club.

You all right there?

I'm just working my way
through the new contract.

It's, um, complicated.

I tell you what.

Why don't you get home
and I'll finish it?

Look, honestly, I'm fine.

It's always upsetting when
one of the residents dies,

but with all this,
as well, it's...

I know.

It's been a difficult
couple of days.

Get an early night.

Go on.

What price did we decide on?

It's there in the agreement.

I think we can add
a bit to that.

That can't be right.

I think it is.

- Max.
- Yeah?

We've been looking
at the set up at Greyfriars.

And?

Turns out you don't
actually own your apartment.

You acquire a lease,
and when you sell it on,

Greyfriars take a 20 percent
commission on the sale

and has the exclusive
right to set the price

and choose the buyer.

So essentially, the more often
Greyfriars residents die...

The better for the business.

Looks like it.

Is that Lord Aldiss?

Stephanie Lang here,
from Greyfriars.

Yes, it is good news.

As long as you're
able to move quickly.

I'll follow, you check
out the boathouse.

No. Layla, you have no back up.

Oh.

Layla!

Max!

It-- it's fine, it's fine.

It's paint.

Oh, God.

We came to
see you last night

to discuss the state
of the club's finances.

Look, I'm the victim of a crime.
The club's being trashed.

So, do you mind if we just deal
with this mess first?

Okay.

What do you think the words

"You had it coming"
are referring to?

Could we have a word
somewhere more discreet?

This is all a bit public.

Sure.

My job involves a fair amount

of entertaining
with the younger members.

It's very important
for the business.

And?

Well, I can't be sure but,
it's possible that one of them

might have misread
the signals, and...

you know.

I know what?

May have thought it was a good
idea to publicly humiliate me.

Oh. I get it.

Does this person have a name?

Zoe Stephens.

She was taking part
in a free trial period.

Well, thanks, Mr. Mercer.

If there are any other younger
members who might have also

"misread the signals,"
perhaps you could let me know.

Of course.

This, uh, business
with her mother

been a terrible shock to Maria.

And I'm sure you're doing
all you can to work out

what happened, but...

What can I say?

The sooner you get to
the bottom of it, the better.

I'll bear that in mind.

Morning, Max. Morning.

So, where are we
with Freddie Mercer?

Well, he didn't want to talk
about the finances,

and he's a rat.

But is he our man?

What does your gut tell you?

That he's smooth, good-looking,
appears to have money.

I hate to say it,
but there are women who go

for that sort of thing.

I've been plagued by them
all my life.

He's given us an alibi
which seems to add up,

but I don't know.

Keep digging, I'd say.

Connor.

Max, I've managed to find
some footage

from an external camera
at the back of Greyfriars.

Uh-huh.

Turns out Josh Downing
and Hannah Loftus

haven't been completely
truthful with us.

Okay, bring them in and
make sure we keep them apart.

Will do.

Yep.

So to conclude,
ladies and gentlemen,

this is a market
that's only going to grow.

I wonder how many of you have
heard an elderly parent say,

"Whatever happens,
don't put me in a home."

Well, Greyfriars isn't a home.
It is home.

Our residents can enjoy
a fulfilling retirement

before passing on an asset
to the next generation

which is almost guaranteed
to have risen in value.

Well, that's if from me.

My colleagues will be happy
to answer any questions

you may have, and do stay
for a glass of champagne!

Thank you.

I see you've already found
another resident

for Mrs. Swanson's apartment?

Yes, that's right.
Lord Aldiss.

I'm sure you've heard of him.

That was quick.

Well, we have a long
waiting list.

We'd like to know a bit more

about the way apartments
change hands.

As we understand it,
Greyfriars sets the price

and take a commission.

And?

That's a profitable side line.

I'm running a business here.

You're running a business
that's currently overshadowed

by an unsolved murder.

If you want to continue
this conversation,

I'll be happy to do so
in the presence of a lawyer.

The very same lawyer
who will confirm

that our terms of business are
entirely legal and above board.

Oh, well, hello.

Hello, Mr. Swift.

I, uh, I thought
you should know,

I didn't play cards with Celia
this morning.

She didn't turn up.

Right.

Today is normally
our cribbage day, you see.

Mr. Swift, Mrs. Swanson died
three days ago.

Did she?

So she did.

I'm sorry.

I get so confused.

You don't think he could've...

- What?
- You know...

A mercy killing.
Out of kindness.

Blimey, no one's safe

when Layla Walsh starts investigating.

Well, I'll double
check the alibi.

So to recap, you and Josh
both left the building and what?

Went to the house you both
share in Allibone Gardens?

That's right.

So how do you explain the
footage we've got which shows

Josh leaving the building
on his own?

I-- I can't remember.

I forgot something,
had to pop back.

What did you forget?

I'm not sure.

Why wouldn't we have footage of
you leaving a few minutes later?

Is that because you didn't?

That would put you
in the building

when the murder took place.

What this shows
is you carrying a box

when you left
the kitchen with Hannah

but left the building alone.

Then you came back
to Greyfriars,

carrying something
under your coat.

And then you left again
an hour or so later

without whatever it was.

Anything to say about that?

No.

No?

I've got nothing to say
about it.

It's private.

And it's got nothing to do
with Celia Swanson.

- That woman.
-"That woman" what, Josh?

You should have seen
the way she treated Hannah.

It was shocking.

So tell us what you're up to.

This a murder investigation.

I don't know whether
you're protecting Hannah

or if you've got
something else to hide,

but whatever it is,
we'll find out.

I'm wondering whether you just

didn't like
Mrs. Swanson, Hannah.

How do you mean?

What was it that
Josh called her?

A "poisonous old cow"?

Did you both decide to do
something about it?

No! No, I don't know what
you're talking about.

She was just an old lady.

So why did you lie to us about
living in Allibone Gardens?

I didn't! That was Josh.

He was just trying
to protect me.

From what?

Okay! Okay.

It's the truth. I...

I live at Greyfriars.

There's a staff flat
for management,

but it never gets used.

I-- I can't afford
accommodation of my own,

so I stay there.

That's why he covered for me

saying that we live
in Allibone Gardens.

But if Gillian found out
and then told Stephanie,

I'd get fired, so...

It's just something we need
to keep quiet about.

So when Josh came back
into the building,

he was coming to see you?

Yeah.

Why?

Okay. What this is
about is this.

The budget for food means we get
the best cuts of meat,

the freshest fish,
you name it.

Like dining at the Ritz.

But half of it goes to waste,

so I sell it on
to a mate of mine,

then I buy the stuff
from the local supermarket.

Simple as that.

So you're stealing
from your own employer?

I was doing it so that Hannah
could put down

a deposit on a flat.

How romantic.

I was trying to help her.

Is there something wrong
with that?

There is if it involves theft.

What did you have
under your coat, Josh?

It was a bottle of champagne.
To share with Hannah.

I know, I know,
I shouldn't do it.

But at least somebody
at that bloody morgue

is having some fun.

High end lifestyle choice
for discerning seniors.

It's just God's waiting room.

So, Josh and Hannah's
stories add up.

We're agreed on that?

Stephanie Lang, definitely
a sharp-elbowed businesswoman.

But is she more than that?

Not impossible.

Maurice Swift,
long odds on him.

Layla, you were gonna
double check his movements?

I did.

He was with half a dozen other
residents in the film club.

They were watching
"Kind Hearts and Coronets."

- Oh, great film.
- Mm.

Freddie Mercer.

I just spoke to the woman
he was entertaining

at the Chelsea Oars on the night
of the murder-- Zoe Stephens.

Apparently they only had
a quick drink.

He lost interest
when she refused

to sign up for membership.

Oh, so he's lied to us
about his alibi,

and he's got a strong motive
if his business is struggling.

He's a slippery customer,
Freddie Mercer.

We need to catch him off guard.

You've got another idea
altogether, Layla.

I can see it on your face.

I keep thinking about
the graffiti.

The spurned lover thing is
a convenient explanation.

It's certainly not how
Zoe Stephens came across to me.

What if the graffiti
wasn't about that?

What if it was actually aimed
at the Swanson family?

By whom?
I don't know.

"You had it coming"
could mean anything.

Don't forget that Maria
co-owns Chelsea Oars.

Aren't the Swansons
one of those families

that just about everybody hated?

♪ Asimbonanga

♪ Asimbonang Mandela thina

♪ Laph'ekhona

♪ Laph'ehleli khona

♪ Asimbonanga

♪ Asimbonang Mandela thina

♪ Laph'ekhona

♪ Laph'ehleli khona

We gather here on this day
every year

to remember the 82 miners
that died at Nelspruit.

Those who were responsible
for the safety of the mine

weren't underground that day.

Nor were the police who rounded
up the protesters

at the riots that followed.

My grandfather was one
of those miners,

and he died unmourned
by the authorities.

No compensation
has ever been offered.

One day that might change.

But until then,
we're here simply to remember.

I'm now going to ask
Reverend Akabe

to say a few prayers.

Didn't expect to see you here.

Thanks for coming.

As you can see,
all we're trying to do

is keep the flame burning.

That's not all you're
trying to do, is it, Bandile?

Or should I call you Trevor?

What can I say?

When my parents came to England,

they decided
to Anglicize their names.

Why they chose Trevor Jones
I have no idea.

You'd have thought
they could have done better.

All I'm doing is reclaiming
my African heritage.

A lot of people are doing that.

We appreciate that,
but you told us that Whitewash

is an entirely
law-abiding organization.

You've got a bit of a record,
haven't you?

An incident outside
the South African embassy.

Assault. ABH.

We checked out your alibi

on the night of the murder.

Choir practice with the church.

It ended at 6:30.

Several hours before
Mrs. Swanson died.

And then I went straight home,
as my family will confirm.

Look, in the past,
Whitewash has, on occasion,

chosen direct action as a way
of highlighting injustice.

Is that wrong?

Depends on whether you're
on the side of those who exploit

or those who are exploited.

We're on the side of the law.

Hm, that's what the police
would have said

when they attacked peaceful
protesters in Johannesburg

with electric batons.

That was 50 years ago.

Yeah, and your telling me
the police are saints now?

I'll tell what you
I really think of people

like the Swansons, bad people,

people who've lived off
the hard labor of my ancestors,

our ancestor, for years.

Hey, don't!

Don't do that.

We're talking about murder.

Don't point the finger
of suspicion at me.

We're the victims here.

Hi.

I know you'll be wondering
why I'm here.

Tell us.

Can I have a glass of water?

At the end of last year,

Stephanie brought
in a new duty doctor,

Dr. Jakovski.

Thank you.

And?

I thought it was odd
at the time.

I mean, she wouldn't normally
bother herself

with things like that.

Anyway, that's when
the rate of deaths

among the residents
starting going up.

Four this year alone.

But when Celia Swanson died,
Dr. Jakovski was on holiday.

So I called in a locum.

And the locum spotted
something was wrong.

Exactly.

Obviously it could be
a coincidence, but, uh...

You will keep this between us,
won't you?

I don't want to lose my job.

Let's get Ashley to check
which duty doctor

signed the death certificates.

Better go back to the end
of last year.

Sure.

Oh.

Everything all right?

I've got to go out.
I won't be long.

Having your ex round the corner
can be a bit complicated.

I keep Jon down in Exeter.
Lock him in the cellar.

We see each other
for occasional weekends.

Oh, that sounds perfect.

Did you have to come straight
here? I've got customers!

You said you needed to talk.

On the phone, Max.
Like normal people.

Shall I go round the corner
and phone you from there?

I talked to mum.

It's all happening quicker
than I expected.

She can't look after herself,

and I can't afford to put her
in a private home.

- And Brigitte?
- She can't help.

Or she won't.
I don't know.

When will you go?

Probably next week.

Could you to keep an eye
on the gallery while I'm away?

Yeah. Okay.

- It's my Mum.
- Yeah, I know.

Sorry.

I got us tickets to a gig
next week.

What gig?

The Ting Tings.
Shepherd's Bush Empire.

Max, we're separated.

We can't go on dates
like a couple of teenagers.

Well, we can go on dates
like a couple of old friends.

When will you be back?

I don't know.
Does it matter?

Yes, it matters.

Thank you.
Thanks for coming.

It matters to me.

Oh, this is interesting.

What have you got?

Some footage from
Ranleigh Gardens.

Isn't that just round
the corner from Chelsea Oars?

It is. Watch out, Layla.

You're starting to sound
like a real Chelsea girl.

Not a chance.

About 10 minutes after
our graffiti artist got away.

Here's someone behaving
as if he's being followed.

Looks like he's been running.
Quick look over his shoulder.

So, who is it?

There.

Well, well, well.

Don't take your coat off.

We're heading back
to Chelsea Oars.

I still haven't had lunch.

If you're looking for Freddie,
he's not here.

It's not Freddie
we're looking for, Sam.

So it seems you were
in the vicinity last night.

And what? I work here.

And shortly before
that image was taken,

somebody graffitied
the boathouse.

Have you any idea who did it?

Not a clue.

What do you think the words
"You had it coming" meant, Sam?

I don't know.

You'd know if you
painted them yourself.

Oh, you have evidence?

Listen, some of the old
Putney clubs

have a problem with Freddie.

He keeps undercutting
their rates,

bringing in special offers,
free trial periods.

So you're suggesting that one
of the other rowing clubs

vandalized Chelsea Oars?

Maybe.

How much do you actually know
about Freddie, Sam?

He would sell
his own grandmother

to get membership numbers up,
I can tell you that.

What about Celia Swanson?
Have you heard of her?

I read the papers.

Freddie told us that he was
in the club bar

entertaining members
the night that she died.

Entertaining members?
Is that how he describes it?

Did he ever talk to you
about the difference

it would make to the business
if Maria inherited

her mother's fortune?

No. Look, I'm not Freddie's
keeper, all right?

I don't know what
he's up to half the time.

If you're asking, would he kill
his girlfriend's mother

to get his hands on her money?

I wouldn't put it past him.

How's yours?

Disgusting.

Why did I let Helen persuade me
to become a vegan?

To help save the planet.

It's a big sacrifice
just for that.

What I'd give
for a decent burger.

Mmm, mine's delicious.

Oh.

What?

Oh. No, nothing.

You sure?

Mm, yeah. I thought I'd made
a connection, but maybe not.

Right.

I'm off.

Got a date.

Olivia!

Bad moment?

Not at all.

What have you got there?

You set me thinking.

You know, your dad
was a terrible hoarder.

Hmm. One of his qualities
I'm worked hard to reject.

And has Eric Bekkers
was a journalist,

I think he asked your dad to
hang on to some his old files.

All sorts of odds and ends.

There's even an invitation to
his daughter's wedding in there.

Interesting.

And there's a piece
about Cory Swanson,

which I thought might
come in useful

if you're investigating
that murder.

Which I can neither confirm
nor deny.

Would you like a drink?

If you're forcing me.

I must say,
it's rather depressing.

Eric Bekkers, someone
with real integrity,

has nothing more to show
for his life

than a box full
of old newspaper articles.

Cory Swanson. Total bastard.

They practically gave him
a state funeral.

Oh I do love you, Max.

You've been a detective
for 25 years,

and you've finally worked out
how the world works.

Oh, here we are.

Is this any good?

I've a feeling I gave that
to you a few Christmases ago.

Hi.

Hey.

Well, this is a nice surprise.

No time like the present.

Let's get something a little
stronger than that, shall we?

Bottle of house white please.

Yeah, no worries.

So yeah, we're stealing
customers from

the sleepy rowing clubs
in Putney.

Which they hate.

It's a dog-eat-dog world
out there.

Sounds fascinating.

One more tranche of investment,
and we'll be on our way.

But look, what about you?

We're just talking
about me here.

Oh, nothing as interesting
as that.

Let me guess.

You're a rich heiress,

and you don't even need to work.

Is that your type?

And what's your type, Jess?

Hm, I'm not sure
I really have a type.

Uh, I like someone with a bit
of mystery about them.

Guys with secrets.

So tell me more about the growth
plan for Chelsea Oars.

Do you have
the investment lined up?

Or are you hoping
for an unexpected windfall?

Hi. This is Jess' phone.
Please leave a message.

Who's Connor?

Just a colleague.

Not your boyfriend?

If I had a boyfriend,
why would I be here?

Why are you here?

Why do you think?

That's what I'm trying
to work out.

Let's have some more wine,
shall we?

Sure!

Didn't you come by scooter?

Did I?

Well, you don't want to get
stopped by the police.

It's-- well it's okay, I can
pick it up in the morning.

Just gonna pop to the loo.

Okay.

Hi. This is Jess' phone.
Please leave a message.

You did what?!

His profile came up
on a dating website I use.

And you said we needed
to catch him off guard.

It was a mistake.
I can see that now.

Please tell me you had nothing
to do with this, Connor.

It was
entirely my initiative.

It was nothing to do
with Connor.

I've actually discovered
quite a bit more

about Freddie Mercer, Max.

There are procedures
to follow, Jess.

- You know that.
- He'd never met me.

He didn't know I was police.

I was just seeing if I could
find out something

we didn't know.

We work as a team!

Sorry, has something happened?

I found Freddie Mercer
on a dating website

and thought it would be
a good idea to

meet for a drink

Smart!

Not smart?

Depends if you think prejudicing
the whole investigation

is a good move.

Connor, tell me what you've
found out about Freddie Mercer.

I've tracked a complaint
from a woman in Italy

who tried to pursue
a case against Mercer

in 2016 after she invested
more than 80,000 euros

in his skiing business
and he disappeared with the lot.

Apparently, there wasn't
enough evidence for charges

to be brought against him.

Right.
Bring him in for questioning.

You're gonna have to stay
out of this, Jess.

Ashley!

So I looked into the previous
deaths at Greyfriars,

as you asked me to.

What we're looking for
is a pattern.

Ever since Harold Shipman,
we're trained to be suspicious

when elderly people die soon
after an injection of morphine.

Right.

In this particular case,
there's no pattern.

Different causes of death.

One heart attack,
two died after a stroke,

and the fourth
after a long battle with cancer.

So Greyfriars are in the clear?

I'm not saying they didn't
kill Celia Swanson,

but they're not systematically
killing their elderly residents

for commercial gain.

- Damn.
- Max!

Sorry.
No, I-- I didn't mean that.

I just mean we're no closer
to discovering

who did kill Celia Swanson.

Marcus.

Max, have you got a minute?

What?

I know the main focus
is Freddie Mercer,

but I've got another lead.

I've been looking at
Celia Swanson's

appointments diary.

The entry for the Monday
after she died says,

"3:00 p.m., A and B."

We thought it was something
Greyfriars related,

but we've checked,
and nothing fits.

So I've been looking at
other possibilities.

Jess, slow down. Sorry.

The Swanson's family lawyers are
a small firm in Lincoln Inn's

called Abbott and Blythe.

Could that be A and B?

Okay.
Why don't you pay them a visit?

Great.

Hi.

I'm here
to see Patrick Blythe.

Yes.
He's been expecting you.

Straight through there.

Thank you.

Please take a seat.

You understand I'll have
to consider

lawyer-client privilege

depending on the nature
of your questions.

It's often best to do
these things in writing.

Of course.

But I'm here now.

Can I start by confirming,

did Celia Swanson
make an appointment to see you

at 3:00 p.m. on the Monday
following her death?

She did.

Can you tell us what the purpose
of the meeting was?

I can't.

Because you don't know?

Or because you are citing
lawyer-client privilege?

Well, Mrs. Swanson would come
and see us from time to time.

We've represented the family
for decades,

so we were always
at her disposal.

The Swanson estate is
unusually complex.

There's a series
of inter-locking trusts

that you'd need a degree

of technical knowledge
to understand.

More than that
I can't really say.

Are you able to tell me
what will happen to the estate

in the light of
Mrs. Swanson's death?

I'm afraid not.

Have you heard
of an organization

called Whitewash, Mr. Blythe?

Some sort of lobbying group?

I seem to remember
sending them a letter

on Mrs. Swanson's behalf.

They were harassing her,
but I put a stop to it.

Jess.

Max, um, I'm not sure
if this is relevant.

I think I just saw Maria Swanson
in reception

at Abbott and Blythe.

Are you there?

I'm here.

Thanks, Jess.

Is Freddie in?
We were hoping to have a word.

I don't know where he is.

He didn't come home last night,

and his mobile
seems to be switched off.

- Is that unusual?
- Very.

He's always been so dependable.

When did you and Freddie
first meet?

About a year ago.

And you decided to invest in his
rowing club soon afterwards?

That's right.

Why are you asking?

We've traced allegations
from a previous girlfriend.

She reported Freddie
after he disappeared with funds

she'd invested in
his new business venture.

Right.

Also, there are questions
over his alibi

for the evening of the murder,
which makes him a suspect

in our investigation
into the death of your mother.

He may be banking on you

putting your inheritance
into Chelsea Oars.

Okay.

You don't seem surprised?

Maybe I was just fooling myself.

I'm 55, and a handsome
younger man

falls for me so easily.

My mother always said,
"You're too naive."

Well, well done
for working it all out.

If he gets in touch,
it's important

you contact us right away.

Of course.

Um, one more thing.

I believe you had a meeting
earlier with your lawyer,

Patrick Blythe.

No, I didn't.

I've been here all day.

Ah.

Maybe a misunderstanding.

How was it?

He basically stonewalled me.

Lawyers, eh?

You got to love 'em.

I've always thought
they were slimy creeps.

You okay?

Yeah, fine. Thanks.

What?

Freddie's details
have disappeared

from the dating site.

mm.

Another slimy creep.

Ashley!

Me again, Max.

I've managed to find out a bit
more about the Dialorphine.

It's an unusual drug.

There aren't many places
you can get it.

Right.

I'm sending
a report now.

See what you think.
Might be significant.

Thanks, Ashley.

Connor.

No sign of Freddie Mercer.

I'm wondering whether we should
escalate things,

say he's the prime suspect
in a murder enquiry?

Max?

I'm thinking.

Shall we do that?

No.

Because?

Because I don't think he is.

Of course.

So sorry to disturb you,
Mr. Swift.

How are you today?

I'm feeling very well.

Good.

You remember the conversation
we had when you said

you liked Celia Swanson
and used to play cards with her?

Yes, yes, yes, I did.

You also mentioned her daughter.

You said she had a lovely smile.

Did I?

Yes.

Could you take a look
at this photo, Mr. Swift?

Is that who you meant?

Yeah, yes, yes, that's her.

Lovely smile.

In this picture
from her apartment,

Celia here is holding a baby.

Now Maria was born in 1967,
which makes her 55.

But the date on this photo
is MCMLXV.

Anyone?

1965?

Exactly.

So the baby in this photo
must now be 58, not 55.

This is the CCTV image of Maria
the night Celia was murdered,

wearing the same distinctive
coat that Jess saw her in

at Abbott and Blythe.

But Maria insists that she was
at home all day.

Then, there's
the "Dearest M" letter.

What if it wasn't
addressed to Maria?

So who was it addressed to?

Maria has a sister, Marieke,
brought up at

the Ida Cordon Children's Home
in Pretoria.

And she was born in 1965.

This isn't about Freddie Mercer
or Stephanie Lang or Greyfriars.

This is about family.

Mr. Blythe, can you confirm

that the next appointment you
had after our meeting was with

Maria Swanson's sister Marieke?

I'm afraid I can't divulge
confidential information.

Look, if you don't want me
to slap a warrant on you

and search your offices,
please just answer the question.

Yes, yes, it was.

What's her address?

Let me
look it up for you.

Marieke Swanson lives at
Tilson Court, Godwin Road, SW11.

Neighbors have reported hearing
a disturbance inside her flat.

We're trying to get access.

They're on the balcony.
Seventh floor, flat 48.

You stay here. Okay.

- You don't get it, do you?
- Give it to me!

- Stop!
- Help me!

We don't want anyone
to get hurt.

Let's try and keep calm.

- Get her off me!
- Give it to me!

- Get her off me!
- No, it's mine.

- Layla!
- Give it to me!

Just step back
from the balcony.

Police.
Go through there!

Just go!

What? No!
She killed my mother!

Your sister didn't kill
your mother, Maria.

You did.

Why?

I'd finally found a way to do
some good in the world,

and then Mum ruined it.

That money is poison.

It's not your fault.
It was Mum and Dad.

They destroyed
everything they touched.

How could I have known?

They put me in
a children's home.

We could have been sisters.

We are sisters.

Not anymore.

You mean nothing to me.

Well, done, Layla.
You kept your cool.

I do a lot of abseiling,
you know?

It was about six months ago.

Mum had a daughter
before she got married to Dad,

and they gave her up
for adoption.

It took Mum years
to find her again.

Mum cared about Marieke
more than me.

I never minded that.

But then she decided
to change her will.

She said that after
all the advantages

I'd enjoyed,
it was Marieke's turn

and she was going to leave
Dad's fortune to her.

But the will was never signed.
So why attack Marieke?

I didn't attack her.

I went to get the completed
version of that letter.

"Dearest M."

I needed to get hold of it

so that the lawyers
didn't use it as evidence.

So, in essence, you killed
your own mother

to prevent her estate
going to your sister?

And you knew how to do it.

"The Encyclopaedia of
Clinical Pharmacology."

In Afrikaans.

It was at your flat.

You trained as a nurse
in South Africa, didn't you?

That's where you got
the dialorphine from,

'cause it's not available
in the U.K.

But you'd never have got in
to Greyfriars unnoticed

that night without help.

And that's where
Gillian Compton came in.

Or should I say Gillian Bekkers?

Because she's the daughter

of the anti-apartheid activist
Eric Bekkers.

What about the CCTV of you
in Cremorne Gardens

at the time of the murder?

I invited Marieke
to meet me there.

I knew she'd look like me
from a distance.

Gave me my alibi.
I aren't stupid, you know?

And Freddie?

I was stupid enough to tell him
that I was gonna give

the money away, and I haven't
heard from him since.

I was gonna hand that money
straight on to Whitewash.

So, you did all this
for Whitewash?

Bandile has got nothing
to do with this.

We'll be questioning him.

He's 100 percent innocent.

I did it for him
and the Nelspruit families.

Okay.

Uniform are on their way
in with Freddie Mercer.

Good. Let's see if we can find
a way to shut him down.

Gillian Compton?

Have we brought her in yet?

Yes, she's here now.

Thanks, Jess!

Hello. Astrid.

Put that away.

Done and dusted.

I'm leaving for Germany
in the morning,

and I wanted you to have
a set of keys for the gallery.

Thank you.

I won't be able to come to come
to the concert, I'm afraid.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll-- I'll put
the tickets on eBay,

get a few quid for them.

Why don't you take someone else?

You'll enjoy it.

No, I doubt...

I'll put them on eBay.

So, am I allowed to know
what your case was about?

Well, um...

Let's just say it was about
two sisters

and a complicated relationship
they had with their mother.

Sounds familiar.

Well, I'd better be going.

Good luck in Leipzig.

Give my love to your mum.

I will.

Bye.

Bye.

♪ Four little words
just to get me along ♪