[Somber music plays] [Siren wailing] [Ship horn blows] [Playing down-tempo tune] [Sizzling] Bugger.
[Somber music plays] [Sighs] [Mid-tempo music plays] Oi!
That bike belongs to a copper.
How about you mind your own business?
And he's still not had his first coffee.
Detective Inspector Max Arnold.
Give me those.
Right.
Stand there.
What you doing, bruv?
You can't just take pictures of me, mate.
What's your name?
-Jake.
-Jake what?
Turner.
Are you gonna nick me or what?
I'd prefer to avoid any unnecessary paperwork.
Well, Mr.
Turner, you owe me a new bike lock, which you can drop off at Chelsea nick at your earliest convenience.
Off you go then.
And I mean new.
With a receipt.
As in not bloody nicked!
[Sighs] [Somber music plays] [Soft squeaking in distance] [Tense music plays] [Door closes] [Floor creaking] [Breathing heavily] [Man playing guitar] Like and share, like and share.
Aw, mate!
What you doing?
The wages of sin... is death.
All right, okay.
The wages of sin... is death.
Get off.
The wages of sin... is death.
Jog on.
[Tense music plays] [Woman speaks indistinctly on PA] Please stand back from your platform of choice.
[Train screeching in distance] [Screams] [Police radio chatter] [Siren wailing] [Suspenseful music plays] Excuse me!
DI Arnold.
Darren Goldfinch, Chelsea Online News.
Is it true a passenger was pushed onto the line?
Rumor is we could have a mad pusher on the loose.
No.
That is not true.
Could it be?
Just give me something.
Huff Post are interested.
-Morning, sir.
-Morning.
Make sure no one nicks that, will you?
DI Arnold... Detective Inspector Arnold.
You did know I was back today, right?
Did I?
How is it?
By "it," you mean my child?
Motherhood.
Uh, girl, right?
On account of the pink teddy bear?
Thanks for that, by the way.
Don't tell me.
A flower.
I'm picturing a flower... Lupin?
Who calls their child Lupin?
Poppy.
Poppy.
She's got your eyes.
Beady.
Sorry to hear about your dad.
How have you been?
And, dare I ask.
you and Astrid?
Oh, God, Max, you're not still on that smelly boat, are you?
I might be.
Did we get anything from eyewitnesses?
She thinks he was pushed.
What did the driver say?
He said he jumped.
Less paperwork if he jumped.
I'm Detective Inspector Max Arnold.
Please.
You told one of my officers you believe the victim was pushed?
That's how it looked at the time.
Did you see who pushed him?
But thinking about it now, it's more like he jumped.
It all happened so fast.
Or fell.
I think actually... he fell.
[Suspenseful music plays] He looks unsteady on his feet.
That busker's not happy.
Mm.
Do you think he made his way down on to the platform to give him a shove?
Depends on the type of coffee that was spilled.
World's first coffee-related murder.
Not the last.
I can't see a push.
It looks like he falls.
Or jumps.
We need the footage from the driver's cab.
Mm.
How'd you know I spoke to him?
Right, right, always watching.
You took a break shortly after.
Yeah, in that direction.
I went to get a refill.
Oh, where'd you get your coffee?
From a van around the corner.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.
Excuse me.
Can he do that?
What did the victim say to you?
Not "sorry," I can tell you that much.
Something about sin.
The wages of sin is death?
Are you sure?
Yeah, it was weird.
Did he smell of alcohol?
No, but he -- he was slurring his words.
Morning, Ashley.
Excuse me.
Um... Is she on?
I'll just go check.
Morning.
-Morning.
-Morning.
Hold on.
Wait for the beep.
[Beep] Speak.
Any ID?
Victim is Andrew Knightley, 62 years old, formerly of 72 Denton Crescent.
Amazing what you find down here.
Coins -- various denominations -- a gym membership card, expired April 2016, a false nail -- pink -- a button -- white with a blue ripple.
Did you find his phone?
Just his keys, wallet, and Oyster card so far.
Is he one of yours?
Oi!
Can you stop!
I said stop filming!
Hey!
How the hell did he end up on the platform?
I don't know.
Nobody's got past me.
Oh, well, clearly he did!
Can I have my phone back?
How did you get in?
Invisibility cloak.
It's locked.
Face ID.
Invisi-bility.
How'd you spell that?
Is it all "I"s?
Are you allowed to do that?
Oh, deleted!
Thank you, Mr.
Hewitt.
Venting at a colleague.
Is everything all right?
Oh.
The kid, the new baby, new mum thing... Okay, these are just random words.
Sleepless nights.
Oh, I think he's asking if I'm tired.
No, he's concerned why you came back to work three months early.
Are you and Astrid still speaking?
Oh, you're deflecting.
We're having a custody battle.
Over what?
My coffee machine.
Oh.
[Chuckles] Astrid bought it for me, so it's mine.
She doesn't even drink coffee, for God sake.
Okay, great.
Good to know you've been coping.
[Sighs] [Mid-tempo music plays] Connor.
Jess.
-Morning, boss.
-Morning, boss.
-Look busy.
-Hey!
-What are you doing back?
Hello.
-Congratulations.
Welcome back.
Um, I've got the footage from the driver's cab.
-Oh.
-Connor?
Where are we on locating the victim's next of kin?
The daughter's on holiday in Tenerife.
I left a message with the hotel.
A message?
I'm chasing.
Okay.
Right, there's our man.
Does that look like a push?
Maybe he trips, loses his balance.
Hello.
Priya: Is that an arm?
-Pushed.
-Oh, definitely.
Start collating everything you can find on Andrew Knightley.
Connor: Mm-hmm.
Hey, Pri, welcome back.
Any baby photos?
Um, later.
Did they call you back early?
That's a bit out of order.
I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Okay.
No, Max, I don't want you round my flat with your screwdriver taking it apart.
Oh, your flat now, is it?
Since you left, yeah!
-Asti -- -Astrid.
Asti, how do you know it's broken?
You don't even drink coffee.
No, but my guests do.
It's probably just the fuse.
Wait, you have guests?
What guests?
Goodbye, Max.
There -- you talked to her.
You feel better now?
Upstairs neighbor said last Tuesday night, he heard a loud sobbing and moaning.
-From this flat?
-Hmm.
[Suspenseful music plays] He said he asked him about it the next morning.
And Andrew Knightley was mortified.
Said he got carried away praying.
What's his family situation?
[Camera shutter clicks] Neighbor said he lived alone since his wife died six months ago.
[Camera shutter clicking] Bank statements.
An invoice for Brompton Stonemasonry.
Proprietor, Andrew Knightley.
Letters from his GP.
This one from last week.
"Saw Mr.
Knightley... complaining of dizzy spells."
He's been referred for a thyroid test and an MRI.
-Maybe he was ill.
-Mm.
Place is spotless, but he's missed a bit here.
[Camera shutter clicks] He was unsteady on his feet, slurring his words, but there's no alcohol in the cupboards.
No empties in the recycling.
You checked the bathroom for pills?
Yeah.
Nothing stronger than paracetamol.
This isn't really about the coffee machine, is it?
Unless it is, in which case I'll just buy you a new one.
How much was it?
About �500.
I know, I know.
For my 40th, Nitin bought me a terrarium.
It's the height of romance -- a cactus and a jar of dirt.
Hello.
A spy camera?
Yeah, but what's it doing in the bin?
Hmm.
It's not broken.
Looks like it's motion-activated.
You got a pen?
However did you cope without me, Max?
[Dramatic music plays] Andrew Knightley's tox samples, blood and urine, showed traces of a synthetic opioid.
We checked with the GP and he wasn't been prescribed them.
He was using?
It's possible he wasn't aware he been taking it.
But from the opioid metaboloid present, it looks like he'd been ingesting it for a while.
What do you mean he wasn't aware?
We didn't find any opioids in his house.
But I did.
There were traces in the stomach contents, so I requested further tests on foodstuffs from the victim's kitchen.
Milk and sugar samples where contaminated.
Someone was drugging him?
Someone was doing more than that.
Contact burns.
You see this discoloration across his shoulders and upper back?
They're healing, but probably less than a week old.
Circular, but blistering in different sizes.
Not cigarette burns.
They look more like a drip pattern, possibly oil-based.
What did that neighbor say?
Moaning.
Sobbing.
Praying.
A spot of Tuesday-night flagellation.
There's one more thing.
From his medical history... there's an old fracture of the right humerus.
Well healed, at least 5 to 10 years old.
But hard to spot clinically.
There's barely any malunion.
Which means?
Which means it's been treated, so should be on his medical records, and it's not.
Boss, cyber boys uploaded the data dump from Andrew Knightley's laptop.
Cyber boys?
No social media presence, but his search history is interesting.
Oh, and front desk said some young bloke dropped that off for you.
Thank you.
[Chuckles] [Indistinct conversations] "Ghosts," "ghost writing," "reincarnation," "automatic writing."
Gabriella Tottenham?
Connor: He searched genealogy sites, too, so maybe building his family tree.
Financial background checks on Andrew Knightley.
Recent transactions cross-referenced with receipts found in his wallet.
Two items of jewelry -- a necklace and earrings -- bought a week apart, on the 18th and the 25th.
Not cheap, either.
And he withdrew 500 quid two days ago.
He didn't have any cash on him.
You checked this against the inventory from his flat?
No cash or jewelry there.
Phone company sent through his texts.
He averaged single-number texts per week, but... outgoing, 21:05 the night before he died -- "There is an evil in my home.
Can you help me?"
I've called the number, left a message.
Requesting a trace.
And when was the last ping from Knightley's phone?
Uh, oh, 7:55 outside South Ken station.
So presumably he had his phone on him when he died.
But it hasn't been recovered yet.
Um, you might wanna see this.
Photos pulled from Knightley's laptop.
There's four in total.
"He that hath mercy on the poor lendeth to the Lord and he will repay him."
"Do not forget to do good, and to impart, for by such sacrifices God's favor is obtained."
"How gracious and compassionate is our Lord."
"The unrighteous shall not possess the kingdom of God.
Do not err."
The last one was taken six days ago.
[Dramatic music plays] Jess: I've traced the victim's last text.
It was sent to an Erin Murphy.
She's the chapel warden at Brompton Cemetery.
Max: Okay.
Thanks, Jess.
Simon: Emmeline Pankhurst famously buried here, but what age was she when she joined the suffrage movement?
Was it 14, 18, or 21?
18?
[Imitates buzzer] It was 14!
Emmeline was 14 when she joined the suffrage movement.
Right, everyone come on.
Uh, through there.
Come on, let's keep it going.
That's it.
"An evil in my home."
I had no idea what he meant.
You didn't respond?
No.
Thank you.
I was going to ask him about it yesterday morning.
You and he had planned to meet?
Most mornings, he's in the chapel when I arrive.
Is that a new habit?
The frequency is.
It's been almost daily for the past month.
I did wonder if he was ill.
He looked pale.
Have you ever been in Andrew's flat?
No.
Where were you at 8: 00 a.m.
yesterday?
Dropping my husband at Saint Pancras.
We found some writing on a mirror in Mr.
Knightley's home.
Four in total over the last four weeks.
Did he write them?
Not from our handwriting analysis.
Does anything stand out?
Beyond it being a threat?
Proverbs, Hebrews... That one's Psalms.
Corinthians.
But the language?
Um, is it standard King James?
One moment, please.
Priya: "Ghost writing"?
"Reincarnation."
I mean, he worked in a cemetery.
Maybe something followed him home.
I'm joking, Max.
I'm sorry.
Is your father buried here?
I'm so sorry.
Is that Davinson Clarke?
Mrs.
Murphy, do you know that man?
Erin: Davinson?
Yes.
And I know all about his past.
I volunteer at a place that helps people like Davinson get back into work.
Ex-cons?
People who've fallen on hard times.
I don't judge.
Hmm.
Any history between Davinson and Andrew Knightley?
You'd have to ask him.
Now, they're from the Douay Rheims translation.
It's Catholic.
Traditionalist.
Quite common.
But this one, this is truncated.
The full quote is, "Know you not that the unrighteous shall not possess the kingdom of God.
Do not err, neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers."
Wow.
Hard to fit all that on a mirror.
Max: Think he'll remember us?
Mr.
Clarke!
[Suspenseful music plays] This is DI Arnold.
Any units near Brompton Cemetery?
Chasing a suspect on foot towards the Fulham Road.
Davinson Clarke.
Advise caution.
He's got previous for GBH and aggravated robbery.
I think he remembered us.
Aww, it's been ages since I've had a stitch.
Well, you've just -- you know.
Yeah, I know.
[Tapping] [Door opens, closes] Hiya.
I've just started work on the head.
Excuse me.
I'm Detective Inspector Max Arnold.
This is Detective Sergeant Priya Shamsie.
Are you Hayley Donohue?
Yeah.
We're investigating an incident at South Kensington tube station yesterday morning, which resulted in the death of Mr.
Andrew Knightley.
What happened?
Priya: He was hit by a tube train.
I'm sorry, we do have to ask some questions.
Hayley?
Okay, okay.
All right.
Stay still.
[Camera shutter clicking] It's so impressive.
Thanks.
We were supposed to build it together, but it's all my own work.
Andrew kept avoiding it.
Why's that?
He just hated doing it.
Have you worked together long?
Coming up to two years.
I started here on an apprenticeship and then Andrew kept me on.
He was a good boss.
There.
It's not deep.
But you might need a tetanus shot if you're not up to date.
Thanks.
Can you tell us anything about Andrew's personal life?
You know he was widowed last year?
Did he have a current partner?
No, he was the married-for-life type.
Priya: He recently bought some jewelry.
A necklace and some earrings.
That was for his daughter's birthday.
I helped him choose them.
What's this?
Charity barbecue a while back that Andrew roped me in to help at.
He donated all the food.
Was Andrew friendly with Davinson Clarke?
Sure.
Davinson helps us prep the plots.
You and Mr.
Knightley look close.
We were, I suppose, but he's my boss, so I had to laugh at his jokes.
I know how that goes.
Did you socialize outside of work?
Me and Andrew?
Mm.
No.
Did you go to his house?
No.
Could we take a sample of your handwriting?
What for?
Elimination purposes.
What should I write?
The whatsit fox and the lazy dog?
How about... "The Lord is gracious and merciful."
"The Lord is gracious and merciful."
Is this about the messages -- the ones on his mirror?
Mr.
Knightley told you about those?
Oh.
Did he.
He showed me a photo of one on his phone.
"Messages from his ghost," he told me.
He was hoaxing it, right?
Oh.
Do you have any other samples of your writing to compare?
Seeing as you already knew about those.
[Dramatic music plays] Thank you.
We also found a video camera in Mr.
Knightley's home.
Do you know about that?
No.
Maybe he was trying to film his ghost.
Max: Okay.
Put some officers outside the suspect's flat.
There's no sign of Davinson Clarke.
Oh, are we taking the tour?
Had a gut feeling about that tour guide.
He was watching us like a hawk.
Is there a number we can call?
A-ha!
C.H.I.P.S.
The Chelsea Historical Preservation Society.
It's my aunt's passion.
[Doorbell rings] Hello, stranger.
Morning.
You remember my partner, Priya?
Partner?
Ah, as in copper.
Well, obviously.
'Cause you're way out of his league.
I called Simon.
He's on his way.
Come through.
I love your aunt.
It's our most popular tour.
Simon used to be an actor.
Still am an actor, Livvy, and a writer.
Playwright.
Max: How well did you know Andrew Knightley?
Only to chat about the weather.
The reason I was staring... I was plucking up the courage to come over.
I might have some information about the groundsman.
Go on.
Must've been two days ago.
I saw Andrew Knightley give Davinson some money.
It looked like a lot of cash, too.
I've heard people say that Davinson's the man to speak to if you want -- you know.
What?
Drugs.
And did you see an exchange?
No.
Hmm.
Well, when Mr.
Clarke turns up, we'll ask him.
I'm late for rehearsals.
Is there anything else you need from me?
Max: We'd like a sample of your writing.
You wanna read my play?
Your handwriting.
Can you write out the following sentence, please?
Um, "The unrighteous shall not possess the kingdom of God."
[Chuckles] Why do you need that?
Just collecting writing samples of everyone who had contact with Andrew Knightley.
This is going to the library?
It's first edition.
Doesn't want to help, but keen to interfere.
Just like his father.
Max: That's fine.
Thanks.
Thank God for spellcheckers.
Where were you yesterday at 8: 00 a.m.?
I was here.
What were you doing here?
I'm staying here.
It's only for a couple of weeks.
Just while his flat's being decorated.
Sorry, I really do need to go.
Is that okay?
Uh, yeah.
If we have any more questions, we know where to find you.
Don't wait up, Livvy.
[Chuckles] [Softly] Did you...?
I don't like him.
He's shifty.
-He's good company.
-How well do you know him?
I've been friends with his mum since forever.
Oh, Max, your police antenna makes you think everybody's shifty.
You know, intergenerational relationships are far more common than you think.
Mr.
Simon Turnbull is not my aunt's type.
-Oh?
-Trust me.
Oh.
Okay.
I get it.
[Dramatic music plays] -Good night.
-Good night.
[Groans] [Sighs] Yes, absolutely.
No.
No, it's not a problem.
[Door opens] Yeah.
Uh, can I just call you back?
Thank you.
Hey.
Dinner's in the microwave.
Did you jog home?
-I went to the track.
-It's good timing.
Do you remember Jo Lyndsey?
She was covering for me.
She just called.
They need me to review the Itsu campaign before it goes out.
Could you...?
I need to shower and -- and eat.
[Machine beeps] [Somber music plays] [Down-tempo piano tune playing] [Somber music playing] [Cellphone rings] Congratulations, Asti.
I bet you broke it on purpose.
-Boss?
-Oh.
Check your e-mail.
Where did these come from?
Connor: There's a new one.
"The wages of sin is death."
When was this taken?
Says in the copy it was the morning he died.
Chelsea Online News.
That reporter at South Ken tube.
Um, Darren... uh, Bullfinch, Goldcrest.
The site's owned by a Darren Goldfinch.
That's him.
Find his contact details.
I want to know how he got these pictures.
Will do.
[Suspenseful music plays]
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