-Good game, eh?

Chelsea on form.

Still missing a certain something in midfield.

-Or a certain someone.

-His name's Steve O'Hara.

Initial impression's a short blade to the stomach.

The murder weapon has the dimensions of an ordinary kitchen knife.

-Nobody would have hurt Steve.

He was a hero.

-Where were you the night before last?

-I was at home with my partner.

You can check it out.

-We will.

-You've obviously done well.

-Don't worry, Detective.

It's all completely aboveboard.

-I wasn't implying otherwise.

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

Not for the first time, eh?

-The man who attacked Artie Sylvester last night is the same man I saw at the scene of the crime.

-Who attacked you, Artie?

-I know exactly who it was.

Steve's friend Taffy.

-Where will we find him?

-He did some work at that posh garden center with Steve.

-So you lied to us.

-I didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

Steve was furious.

But Siobhan asked me to do it.

-What's this dealer called, Paulo?

"Marac Ata."

♪♪ ♪♪ -No, that's great.

Got it.

No, stay where you are.

I'll come to you.

Jess, can you follow up on Marac Ata?

Maybe talk to the drugs team.

-Will do.

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

-Just Taffy?

-Afraid so.

-Okay.

Max, this has just come in.

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

He's been paid regularly by CHAPS payment.

Nothing odd about that, but look at this -- where the money came from.

-Well, well, well.

Huh.

I think I might go and buy some plants.

♪♪ [ Horn honks ] [ Horns honking ] ♪♪ -Come on!

[ Horn honks ] -Oh, God, this traffic.

Could turn on the blues.

-You know the rules, Max.

-Go on!

You can do that!

[ Sighs ] Go on, do it.

-[ Scoffs ] It's a good job you don't do the driving.

-I'm actually very good.

I just prefer two wheels to four.

So you think Artie's building scam is unconnected to this murder?

-Yeah.

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

But I'd be surprised.

Oh.

-Oh, thank God!

[ Car alarm chirps ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Diana Hopkinson?

-[ Speaking indistinctly ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -I wasn't expecting to see you again.

Your colleagues were here yesterday.

-Well, they tell us nobody was able to help.

-The truth is, most people hardly knew Steve.

The horticulturalists tend not to mix much with the more casual staff, I'm afraid.

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

We're very cut up about it.

-We'd like to speak to someone who works here, but we only have a first name -- Taffy.

-Yes, Taffy.

Yeah, he did help out from time to time.

We've had to let him go.

He, uh...wasn't reliable.

-Do you have a home address?

Phone number?

-We should have some basic information, yeah.

This way.

♪♪ [ Mouse clicks ] [ Keyboard clacking ] Yes, there we are.

Taffy Clarke.

-Do you mind if I, um... -No, go ahead.

[ Camera shutter clicks ] -I remember when The Chelsea Nursery was a flower stall off the Kings Road.

You've come a long way, Mrs.

Hopkinson.

-Yes.

Well, uh, it's -- Sorry.

It's been a lot of hard work.

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

O'Hara.

Steve's widow.

-Oh, yes, yes.

Poor woman.

-You said you first met Steve a few months ago.

-That's right.

Ricky felt he was somebody who could do with a leg up.

That's very Ricky.

-That would account for Siobhan's palliative care nurse?

-Sorry?

-Do you know him, Mrs.

Hopkinson?

Paulo Mendez?

-Why would I?

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

-Look, I can see that might seem surprising.

It's a gesture.

I wouldn't read too much into it.

-How much is your husband involved in the business, Mrs.

Hopkinson?

-Hardly at all.

This is my territory.

Honestly, anyone would think you suspected me of attacking Steve O'Hara myself.

-I'm showing Mr.

Ata CCTV footage of an exchange that took place on the 23rd of May between him and Paulo Mendez.

Mr.

Ata, you understand English?

-A little.

-Of course you do.

Not your first time here, is it?

-We've interviewed Paulo Mendez, and he gave us your name as the man he's buying drugs from here.

A heroin-based substance.

-Show me again.

Could be anybody.

-We believe it's you.

-If it wasn't you, why did Paulo Mendez give us your name?

-I don't know the guy.

Is he someone you can trust?

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

Ata?

-No.

-Steve O'Hara was found murdered two nights ago.

He was the husband of Siobhan O'Hara, whose nurse, Paulo Mendez, we believe, you were selling drugs to.

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

O'Hara, and we'd like to know where you were on Saturday night.

-Why?

-Because it's part of our investigation.

-[ Chuckles ] So you thought, "Let's round up the foreign guy"?

I was at home.

Like every night.

-Can anyone corroborate that?

-I live alone.

-What about your phone records?

-I don't stay up all night making calls.

Here, take my phone.

Help yourselves.

See if you can find any connection to this Paulo Mendez or Steve O'Hara.

-Thanks.

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

Tech are gonna scan it.

-He's probably got a cupboard full of 'em.

-We've found out Taffy's last name -- Clarke.

But that's about it.

He's not answering his mobile, and he's not at the address they gave us.

Did you follow up on the leads from Artie Sylvester?

-Yeah, I did.

We've got a few loose ends to tie up, but I don't think there's any connection with the murder.

-Okay.

And the Hopkinsons?

-We're waiting to hear more from fraud.

There's a web of interlinked companies which they've been trying to disentangle for a while.

-Right.

Well, we're two-nil down at halftime.

-Mm.

-Come on.

We need to score some goals.

-Yes, boss.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Laptop chimes ] ♪♪ -Hmm.

[ Knock on door ] ♪♪ Ah, perfect timing.

-Well, this is a privilege.

The beast in his lair.

Mwah.

-Mwah.

Mwah.

Please.

Glass of wine?

Some crisps?

-Oh.

You've made an effort.

I am touched.

Well... this is...cozy.

-I won't fill it too full.

Tide's coming in.

Cheers.

-Cheers.

-Mm.

Olivia, you remember those photos you sent me from the Open Gardens Day?

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

-Of course, darling.

I've got loads.

There you go.

♪♪ -Olivia, these are good.

Ah, just what I was looking for.

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

-It does.

I don't think an arrest will be necessary.

Oh, I also... brought this.

I didn't know you were selling up.

-I'm not.

-Well, perhaps it's a similar flat.

I mean, they're all much of a muchness in those mansion blocks, aren't they?

Max.

One thing you learn as you get older is, it's better to be together, not on your own.

Jane and I drove each other mad.

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

You and Astrid, you were right for each other.

-We were.

But it turns out we're not anymore.

...happens.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Line ringing ] [ Cellphone ringing ] [ Ringing continues ] ♪♪ [ Ringing continues ] -Aw!

[ Groans ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -What are you doing?

-Clearing up your mess, Ricky.

As usual.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Piano playing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Sighs ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Bingo.

[ Indistinct shouting ] -Let it go.

Let it go.

Good.

Control.

Control.

Nice.

That's good.

Max Arnold.

Haven't seen you in months.

Now it's twice in three days.

What brings you down here?

-Are you in charge?

-Yeah.

It's not exactly Real Madrid money-wise.

But, trust me, these players are great.

That's it.

Hold it up.

Head up.

Lay it off.

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

-[ Chuckles ] You're kidding.

What was it George Best said?

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

-"And the rest I just squandered."

-Yeah.

Heads up.

-Can I ask you about tattoos?

-A midlife crisis, eh, Max?

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

-Not for me.

I was thinking more Chelsea tattoos.

-Well, there are loads.

Shields.

Lions.

-If you had a tattoo like that, am I right in thinking it meant something else?

-That, my son, indicated you were a member of the Chelsea Headhunters.

An association of violent thugs.

Racists, too.

-Go on.

-Well, you remember.

There weren't that many black players in those days.

That's why we got it particularly bad.

What's going on?

-It's just something I'm following up.

-I mean, they said they were Chelsea fans, but were they really?

I mean, football was a sideline, like it was for all the other firms back then.

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

You know, they'd sell you a used car on a Friday, kick your head in on a Saturday.

-Oh.

-Okay, ladies.

[ Whistle blows ] That's your lot!

Same time next week.

All the bibs in the bag.

Everyone's silent for a change.

Here we go.

We've got this.

We've got this.

-Come on.

-Oh, nice.

He's got it.

The feet, the feet.

-Try to beat this.

-Oh!

Ohh!

Yes, Max.

Oh, yes.

Lovely control.

-So, Steve O'Hara.

Ricky Hopkinson.

Taffy Clarke.

Not only are they all linked to The Chelsea Nursery, they all share a tattoo.

And this tattoo... is evidence that they were all in the Chelsea Headhunters.

Any more information on Taffy?

-We're doing all we can, boss, but Taffy's a nickname, and Clarke is the 13th most common surname in London.

-Hmm.

-This business with the tattoos, boss.

Where did that come from?

-Well, it might surprise you to know, I, uh, spoke to Carsten Hughes.

-Carsten Hughes?

You're kidding!

He was my idol when I was a kid.

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

-Hoo-hoo!

-Respect.

-Okay.

Let's look into Headhunters and any links to football.

-Okay.

-I'm a man of surprises, Connor.

You probably think that if you asked me to name Chelsea's '97 Cup-winning side against Middlesbrough, I'd struggle.

-Go on.

-Hughes, Zola, Petrescu, Lebouef, Clarke, Dennis Wise... -Mm.

-...Newton, Minto... Oh.

Oh.

-Oh?

Oh, he's struggling.

-Di Matteo.

-Di Matteo.

-Sinclair.

-Sinclair.

Right!

But who was in goal?

Hmm?

-Who was in goal?

-Who was in goal?

♪♪ -Watch your step.

-[ Speaks indistinctly ] -I'll just be over here.

All right?

-Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Thanks.

-Sorry to intrude.

We won't be long.

-Have you caught them?

-We're pursuing various leads.

-Somebody killed Steve.

My husband.

Have you caught them?

-Are you being looked after, Siobhan?

Do you have friends around to support you?

-Why do I want friends?

Steve was my friend.

-Siobhan, were you aware, when Steve was younger, he was a member of a group that called themselves the Chelsea Headhunters?

-Steve was a lovely guy.

You're supposed to catch his killer.

[ Sighs ] -Does the name Taffy Clarke mean anything to you?

-[ Sighs ] -We're keen to talk to you about Steve's job at Chelsea Nursery.

Did you know about the financial arrangements that were in place for you?

-He isn't called Taffy.

His name is Brennon.

Brennon Clarke.

I'm going home.

I'm ill.

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

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

She just lost her husband.

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

-You don't think she's using her illness to dodge our lines of inquiry?

-Come on, Max.

Thought I was the hard-hearted one.

A man makes an arrangement to buy some heroin in the middle of the night.

Argument ensues.

Man gets stabbed and dies.

It's probably the person selling him the drugs.

We can't place anyone at the scene of the crime, so we keep investigating.

That's what we do.

[ Thunder rumbling ] -Can I ask you something?

-Sure.

-Your flat in Streatham.

Do you and Nitin own it jointly?

-Yeah.

Any particular reason?

-So if you were to split up... I mean, if your marriage didn't, you know... -Right.

-...you'd have to both agree to sell the flat.

Right?

-Yeah, I guess.

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

-Exactly.

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

Murders you can solve.

But relationships... Oh.

♪♪ ♪♪ Hasn't changed a bit.

-How do you mean?

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

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

-Sounds reasonable.

-Not to a 14-year-old.

♪♪ [ Door closes ] ♪♪ -Brennon Clarke?

We'd like a word.

It's okay.

How are you?

-Bearing up.

They give me a bed here at the hostel.

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

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

-Yeah, it's a funny story.

They started calling me that after an away match in Cardiff where things got a bit lively.

Some bloke ends up in hospital.

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

-Ah, yeah, Steve.

That is so sad.

-Had you known Steve a long time?

-We were both Chelsea fans.

-You were both in the Headhunters.

-Steve?

I wouldn't have known that.

I know he got dragged into some nonsense at work by that man Artie Sylvester.

He's a bad lot.

-Is that why you attacked Artie?

-I gave him a shove.

-He was hospitalized.

Habit of yours, Taffy.

-My mate died.

-What can you tell us about Siobhan O'Hara?

-I knew her slightly.

Ricky, too, obviously.

Long time ago.

-Old friends keeping in touch from time to time?

-Yeah.

She tried to contact me after Steve died.

-Did you speak to her?

-I lost my phone.

I lost my job.

It's been a bad week.

-Where were you that night, Taffy?

The night Steve was killed.

-Look, this is a murder investigation.

You knew the victim.

-He was my friend.

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

Where were you?

-I ended up in a scrap after the game.

I spent the night in Fulham nick.

-So when Steve was murdered, you were under arrest?

-It's the drink, you see.

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

♪♪ ♪♪ -What is the matter?

-Nothing's the matter.

-Max.

I know you too well.

You're like a sulky schoolboy.

What is it?

-[ Sighs ] You said you wouldn't do anything with the flat, and then you advertise it in the Chelsea Gazette.

-It's a misunderstanding.

-Ah.

-Besides, you were supposed to decide between the two estate agents, and I never heard back from you.

-You were asking me to choose an estate agent.

I have a problem with the underlying concept.

-Max, we have to do something.

You're still paying half the mortgage, and you have the rent on the boat.

It can't be easy for you.

And I'm struggling, too.

-As you can see, this is one of the best conversions on this row.

Some of the boats remain unmodernized, but things are improving all the time, as more desirable tenants move in.

It really is a very unique... -Remind me what the German for...is.

-.......... -Absolutely.

It's gorgeous.

-Max, I found a new flat.

-[ Sighs ] -It's by the football stadium.

Might get a bit annoying on match days.

[ Chanting ] "Chelsea!

Chelsea!"

We need a plan.

-We had a plan, Asti.

Remember?

We exchanged vows on it.

I liked that plan.

-That was plan A, Max.

And now we need plan B. Yeah?

-I do like that one.

-Yeah.

-It's so peaceful.

It's lovely.

-Mm-hmm.

[ Indistinct conversation ] -There's quite a bit of interest, so my recommendation is to move fast.

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

It really is the most peaceful spot.

[ Blue Oyster Cult's "Edge of the World" plays loudly ] -♪ How many truths can you hold on to?

♪ -I'm sorry.

[ Clears throat ] -♪ How many lies have you been told?

♪ ♪ How many times have you been under ♪ ♪ Another system of control?

♪ ♪ Trusting everything you read ♪ ♪ Lost in your conspiracies ♪ ♪ I want to believe ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Siren wailing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cellphone buzzing ] [ Buzzing continues ] -Hey, Max.

-Hey.

Sorry to disturb.

I think I might have found something.

In April 2000, Galatasaray and Leeds United were involved in an especially violent semi-final of the UEFA Cup in Istanbul.

-Leeds?

Not Chelsea?

-Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

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

-Right.

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

♪♪ [ Cellphone buzzes ] ♪♪ See any familiar faces?

♪♪ -Got it.

-I'll see you in the morning.

-Okay.

♪♪ Sorry, sorry.

-Secret boyfriend.

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

Ginger.

Beardy.

Very charismatic.

-You trying to make me jealous?

-Is it working?

-[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hmm.

♪♪ ♪♪ Thanks.

Okay.

[ Alarm chirps ] Yeah, okay.

And Connor's brought him in?

Great.

Thanks, Jess.

We'll meet you there.

♪♪ Can we just get this gentleman to sign in?

-Of course.

Just sign in here.

♪♪ [ Beep ] -Thank you, Mr.

Hopkinson.

If you'd like to take a seat over there, someone will be with you in a moment.

Help yourself to a beverage.

[ Beep ] Is Connor ready?

-Mm-hmm.

-Let's go for it.

-Okay.

Hi.

Yeah.

♪♪ -Just one to sign out.

Just there.

-Just sign out on this line here.

♪♪ ♪♪ -He recognizes him.

I thought he would.

♪♪ -[ Chuckles lightly ] So do I need a solicitor?

-It's up to you.

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

-The battle of Copenhagen.

-What?

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

Yet here you are together, 20 years ago.

Did that slip your mind?

-[ Sighs ] Why is it relevant?

-Does the name Marac Ata mean anything to you?

-Not a thing.

-Withholding information, wasting police time -- these are offenses.

You ought to know that, with your glittering record.

-Grievous bodily harm, actual bodily harm, assault.

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

-Don't you remember, Ricky?

When I was on the fraud squad, we spent quite a bit of time together like this.

-Oh, yeah.

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

-You'd think someone with your background would be squeaky clean these days, Mr.

Hopkinson.

Our friends in Fraud tell us you've got some serious questions to answer.

-Is that why I'm here?

-No.

You and Steve were in the Chelsea Headhunters.

Then 20 years later, your wife gives him a job.

And then he gets killed.

You can see why we might be interested.

-For God's sake, we were kids.

It was a lark.

We look out for each other.

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

They haven't all done as well as me.

-You paid for his wife's nursing care.

-So why would I kill him?

[ Sighs ] I mean, Steve basically was a hanger-on.

Was he one of the lads?

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

I felt sorry for him.

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

-Siobhan Taylor?

[ Sirens wailing ] ♪♪ -Hold off.

[ Car door closes, alarm chirps ] -Apologies for the inconvenience, Mr.

Hopkinson.

We'll just get you signed out.

Just there.

-[ Sighs ] -So, you were a Chelsea fan back in the '90s?

-I was.

Still am.

-Do you remember Carsten Hughes?

-I do.

Great player.

-Yeah.

Is it true the fans used to make monkey noises at the Black players?

-Can I go now?

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Beep ] -[ Sniffs ] ♪♪ -[ Sighs ] -I'll get you some water.

-Siobhan, you and Steve, how did you meet?

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

Somewhere near Leeds?

You remember that match in Istanbul in 2000?

UEFA Cup semi-final, Galatasaray and Leeds United.

The press reports said two Leeds fans were stabbed to death.

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

He was your brother, wasn't he?

The English firms, including Chelsea, agreed to sink their differences, and a few weeks later, they went to the final in Copenhagen to take revenge.

Steve.

Ricky.

Taffy.

All the Chelsea firm were there.

-[ Chuckles ] -That's you, isn't it?

Siobhan Taylor.

And that's where a fight broke out with a gang of Galatasaray supporters.

One of which was this man.

Marac Ata.

He's walked with a limp ever since.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Water splashing ] ♪♪ -[ Scoffs ] -Steve didn't lay a finger on Ata.

That was Ricky.

But Steve was beaten up so badly, he was in hospital for weeks.

That's why we could never have children.

♪♪ -So why are you sitting on Ricky's knee?

-I loved him.

But I couldn't have him.

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

-How did you find Marac after all this time?

-We knew the names of the gang who killed Vince and we tracked them.

And then last autumn, Ata turns up in London, selling drugs.

He was the ringleader.

-So Steve decided to kill him?

-It was my idea, not Steve's.

I would have murdered the bastard myself if I had the strength.

Vince was my brother.

When he died, nothing else mattered.

20 years we waited.

I planned the whole thing.

♪♪ [ Chuckles ] I should've known Steve would mess it up.

-And Taffy?

-He wouldn't help.

He let me down.

Everyone lets me down.

[ Water splashing in distance ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Yes.

Police.

-Siobhan O'Hara.

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

You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

-Do you honestly think I care?

♪♪ -Ah.

Oh!

-[ Grunting ] -Let him go!

-Stay back!

-Look, I don't know who you are... -He knows who I am.

He ruined my life!

♪♪ -Help him!

-Let him go!

-[ Grunting ] -You're under arrest.

-[ Panting ] You bloody animal!

I should've finished you off the first time!

-Stand back, Mr.

Hopkinson.

-Stand back?!

I'm the innocent victim here!

-Stand back!

-[ Spits ] ♪♪ -Always the innocent victim, eh, Mr.

Hopkinson?

Well, we may have limited resources, but we've just saved your life.

Which is good, because our friends in the fraud squad have just issued a warrant for your arrest.

♪♪ It's a tough one.

Marac will run a self-defense argument.

-For Steve, yes.

But the attempted murder of Ricky won't help.

It's not much to choose between them -- Marac, Ricky, Taffy.

Once a thug, always a thug.

-Connor did well.

-Yeah, he did.

-What do we think about Siobhan?

-Weirdly, I feel sorry for her.

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

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

-It's such a mess.

And over what?

Football?

It's just a game.

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

-And you?

-Much more serious than that.

-It was Grodas, by the way.

-Sorry?

-The 1997 Chelsea goalie.

-It was.

-I'm off.

-[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Uh... [ Baby fusses ] Hi.

[ Baby fusses ] Ohh!

-Shh.

-Oh, little baby... There you go.

♪♪ -I agree, Asti.

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

Okay.

Fine.

Let's think again.

-Max!

-Carsten!

-[ Chuckles ] I was heading home and I thought, why keep a six-pack all to yourself?

The joys of bachelor life.

-Let me get rid of this.

♪♪ So...what are we celebrating?

-How about a strong finish to the season for Chelsea?

-I'll drink to that.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪