Help me!
It's a Calabar bean, seed of a highly toxic
West African climbing vine and our murder weapon.
These three were found still undigested in the nurse's stomach.
Did either of you know she had that?
Three grand in her bedroom drawer. No idea.
Is it another Calabar murder?
At first glance, yeah.
Did you think they were having an affair? Phoebs! Did you?
Maybe this isn't the time or the place to have this conversation.
Something is happening in two days that our doctor
and nurse were mixed up in.
DNA belongs to someone called Adam Miller, presumed dead.
Adam!
It's just a bruise. He is never gonna do that to you again.
I want you to leave.
I'll give you ten ground relocation expenses. I want more.
I want 25, or I tell the police about our little encounter.
Early? What are you talking about?
It's gone six.
'Sorry, guv.'
Anyway, Kyriacou's wife said that his behaviour had changed recently,
just like Sofie's, so, go back over his last year or so,
bank statements, phones, search history, the lot,
just see what's there. Yeah? Yeah, on it.
Anything from anyone here? Nothing. He's just disappeared.
The next time someone complains about the amount
of surveillance in the city, I'm bringing this up.
Hm - Miller's picture got a social media release via the press office,
with a warning not to approach.
If it's even him they need to be afraid of.
Bloke's been hiding very successfully
over the last seven years, so I'm not...
not holding my breath.
We also have an Isle Of Dogs address for Vern Creecy,
the Calabar dealer.
Text me the details.
I'll meet you there at midday. On it, boss.
Vado io.
Coming!
Coming.
Paulo Devenuto?
Yeah? DS Martin, this is DC Bellow.
We have a warrant to search these premises.
Do you and your colleagues mind stepping outside, please?
I'm sorry?
Now. Please.
Yeah, I would mind.
It shouldn't take long, sir, but it'll take a whole lot longer
if we stand arguing the toss all day. Oh.
Tell you what, why don't you fuck off instead?
Hey!
Come on, don't be a twat.
No.
This was you?
What was me?
They found 20 grams of cocaine in my office.
Jesus!
Which is not mine!
Right.
Sorry - how did it get there, then?
They put it there.
Your friends, I presume.
I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
But listen, the important question here is not how it got there,
it's what are we going to do about it?
20 grams of Peruvian flake, man, that's serious, that's dealing.
It's like five years.
Minimum.
I could make an accusation against you and your friends for corruption.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, you could do that, yeah.
But then they might find the child porn on your computer.
Shit!
Exactly. Then where will we be?
Right?
One day I will pay you back for this.
No, it's, um... my treat.
OK, fine.
I'll leave.
And you sort this out.
Absolutely.
All this... goes away.
And the ten grand?
Yeah, it's five now, I think.
Five.
I'm fining you five for hitting my sister
and hitting my nephew and being scum.
Five, then.
Good. Jim?
And listen to me - you don't say anything about this to her,
do you understand me?
You just go home, you pack your bags and you leave, by the latest
tomorrow evening.
Email me your details. I'll make sure the money's in your account
before you get to Heathrow.
You know, actually, you're doing me a favour.
Some of the stuff she told me about your family, about your parents...
I really don't want to be a part of that.
What did she say about my parents?
Why don't you ask her?
Hiya. This it?
Yeah. You OK?
Yeah, fine. Why?
No, all good.
That case is ancient history.
I sold that plant in good faith.
Yeah, for quite a lot of money, according to our files.
I had no idea what them seeds were gonna be used for.
What, you mean for a witchdoctor to paralyse his wife
so he could make a human sacrifice out of her?
Hm.
Still think about her?
Every single day.
Well, then, now's your chance to make amends, Vernon,
cos we have two victims murdered by this poison in as many days.
We don't have any idea if there are going to be any more, so you need
to tell us who supplied you with the plant that you then sold on.
I went over this a thousand times with the original investigation.
I bought that vine years earlier, just...
Just lost the records of who from.
OK.
Here's your problem - I'm not as nice or as trusting
as those other officers, and I think you're lying.
So let me cut to the chase and tell you,
I will stop you getting a license to sell any of this stuff ever again.
I will fuck your entire business if you don't help us.
No-one will know where we got the information from.
They told me about it.
Calabar.
What it does to human chemistry,
what it does to the inside of a body.
Whoever it was works for an import business called Bracius.
I never got a full name.
I was always just told to ask for Payne.
Payne?
Bracius is a food import and export business.
Last accounts were filed in 2012, and liquidated 2013.
Directors' names look foreign, maybe Greek.
No-one with the surname Payne.
Kyriacou was Greek.
So's the brother-in-law.
Tell me you've found Adam Miller.
Sorry, no joy as yet, boss.
But I have found something else.
So it turns out Dr Kyriacou had remortgaged his house.
Despite his six-figure salary, he needed money,
so I looked into his spending habits.
So these records stretch back about five years,
so spending all pretty normal, nice holidays with his family,
swanky car, posh restaurants with his wife,
then about 18 months ago out of nowhere
he starts visiting this restaurant and bar in Shoreditch.
Starts slow, then it's once a month, once a fortnight then twice a week.
Staying out till all hours spending increasingly mental sums.
Define mental.
Well, in the last dozen or so visits, it's racked right up.
Over the last 18 months,
he spent the best part of half a million quid.
Jesus.
When was the last time he was there?
Three months ago.
500 grand in one restaurant.
That is a lot of noodles.
Hm. All on the only credit card that isn't jointly held with his wife.
These are all card payments made to cash, yes?
Think so.
Well, they're not purchases cos they're all round numbers.
Guv, we've also had various results back from his car. Yeah?
So the poison was found in his coffee cup.
Right.
But the swabs also reveal a DNA that isn't his.
From the takeaway place, isn't it?
We've checked the coffee shop it came from.
Their baristas wear gloves. Right. You run it through the database?
No match.
What's the name of this place?
Bar Elexis.
So, how do you get entry to the VIP area?
You look like a smart guy.
The clue is in the title.
Well, trust me, I'm very important.
Sorry, it's full tonight.
Bit of friendly advice. Yeah.
Enjoy your drink and then head home.
You'll thank me for it in the morning.
Oh, OK.
But listen, if you ever fancy a drink some time away from here,
give me a call.
Algea. It's a lovely name.
What's it mean?
Call me, and maybe you'll find out. Maybe I will.
Algea.
Just give me half an hour...
Oh, what?!
Will?
Hey.
What time is it?
Seven.
Sorry.
Couldn't sleep.
What's new?
Yeah. Do you want some breakfast?
What is all this?
Oh, it's nothing.
It's just, um... boring house crap.
For Juliette?
Yeah, sort of, yeah.
It's got lots of mental squiggles all over it.
Mental squiggles with you are not good.
It's fine.
What is it?
You're just going to moan at me.
No, I'm not. Yeah, you are.
You're gonna say that I need to move on.
Oh, Will, this isn't about your parents, is it?
See? This is why you can't sleep.
No. Work is why I can't sleep.
I thought we'd shoved all this stuff up in the attic.
They bought this house in 1994 for 80 grand.
So, what, this is a point about London house price inflation?
They paid cash.
Look.
Where is it? There, look.
My dad was an accountant, my mum was a primary school teacher.
Maybe they sold a previous house.
No. They'd never owned a place,
and neither set of grandparents ever owned a property.
Where did they get 80 grand from?
What are you saying, that they had some kind of secret hidden life
or something? You think this is funny?
No, I don't think it's funny, just... Maybe there's stuff, Sylvie.
Maybe there's still shit that I don't know.
People are nuts.
Got all sorts of crazy secrets, and maybe my mum and dad had secrets.
All right, I'm sorry. Yeah.
RINGING
Hello?
Hey, I just got your text.
Yeah, I can come. What-what's up?
Er... I'll tell you I see you.
OK.
I'll meet you there, then.
See you in a bit.
Anything you can find on who owns Bar Elexis, if they've got
any history, any form, and what the sister in law was doing there.
What was her name again?
Alex Panousis.
We used to dream about this.
Big house, lovely garden.
Some of us still do.
So is that what it was?
Is that what what was?
That I got the one with all the money, is that all it was,
just jealousy?
Sorry, Phoebs, I'm not really with you.
Is that why you were fucking my husband?
OK, Phoebe, you're grieving right now and in shock,
so I'm gonna forgive you for what you just said.
You're my sister.
You're my best friend.
How could you think I would ever do...
Oh, God, Alex, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but something is wrong. Something is wrong!
You and Nick, something was going on,
and I feel like you've all been lying to me.
We haven't. I haven't, I promise you.
Hey.
Listen, why don't we all just get away?
Take your kids, somewhere warm.
The coroner won't release the body for ages...
See, that's what I'm talking about. What?
You don't even know how weird what you suggested is, do you?
My husband has just been murdered, my kids and I are in deep shock
and you suggest we go on holiday!
OK, so, finally, I found the title deeds.
OK, good.
Did you know Mum and Dad paid cash for the house?
Did they? Yeah.
What, you didn't know?
No.
Should I have?
I just... you know. You were older than me,
I thought maybe you were more aware of what was going on.
I'm gonna level with you, Mum and Dad
didn't exactly consult me too much about their financial affairs.
I was 12.
Yeah, fair enough.
But where did they get 80 grand from, though?
No idea.
A will, distant relative?
But we would have known about that, though.
Yeah, or not.
I've got to go.
Yeah, me, too.
Listen, why don't you come round Sunday? Paulo can cook.
You and Sylvie.
Yeah, that sounds lovely.
Good.
Harry'd like that.
See you then.
So, it turns out that Alex Panousis and her husband
only own the lease on the bar. Right, OK.
But the actual building is owned by a George Kairos,
Greek Mafia, nasty bastard,
who NCS have been trying to find for years with no luck.
So let's assume Dr Kyriacou lost his shirt gambling at Elexis, yeah?
Yeah.
I'm guessing these are not the sorts of people you want to owe money to,
so they kill him for that. Simple punishment.
Except dead men don't pay debts.
When did we say was the last time he was at the bar?
Last cash transaction was nearly three months ago.
Jesus. It's a long time for them to be waiting for their money.
Meaning how did he fend them off all that time?
Yeah.
Unless he gave them something else.
Like what?
I don't know, but not money, but just something else of value.
If he gave them something else of value, why is he dead?
Good point.
And how does any of this connect to Sofie Cerna?
Can you stop asking me questions that I have no idea how to answer?
HE SIGHS
You said your sister had become distant,
recently.
Distracted.
Can you be more specific?
It was like she had lost a part of herself.
Me, I see the world for what it is.
Full of bullshit people trying to fuck you.
But Sofie, she always believed that things would turn out OK, you know?
She had hope.
But...
since a few months ago, she stopped wanting to leave the house,
so it was like...
I don't know.
Afraid.
The money in her bedroom drawer, where did that come from?
I found them sorting through her things.
I guess she was stealing then selling.
More opiates?
No, antibiotics.
Kat, do you know a man called Adam Miller?
Show her.
Here.
He was here one time.
She said he was a friend of hers from work that was sick.
Sick with what? No idea.
Do you know where he lives?
Do you know where he comes from? For sure.
She asked me to give him a lift home that night cos it was on my way,
and he was in bad shape.
Shitty place that he sometimes squatted in.
Where?
How about that? What, here?
Yeah.
Anything?
Carry on.
Here.
Anything?
Here.
Adam?
Adam!
Adam Miller!
Adam?
Shit.
Adam? Adam.
Hey!
This is Detective Josie Chancellor...
Hey!
Hiya.
Hi.
Paulo?
Good day?
Yeah, not bad. Yeah?
Paulo?
Is he not home?
Wasn't in when I got back.
Fuck!
Oh, no!
He left.
Did he say where he was going?
'No, sorry. Home, I guess.
'Everything all right?'
Yeah, yeah, fine.
Thanks, Stephan.
'It's Paulo.
'Please leave a message after the tone.'
Hi, it's me.
I've-I've just got home and, erm...
Oh...
Where are you?
What's going on? Everything's... Everything's gone.
All your stuff's gone.
Erm... Can you call me, cos...
Listen, if I've done something, if I did something, then just, you know,
just tell me and we can talk about it and-and...
Just come home and we can talk and we'll sort it out,
and I'm really sorry.
Just call me, please.
I-I love you, and...
Yeah, just call me.
So, the brother-in-law, Chris Panousis, has he got form?
Not here.
In Greece, yes, but lowlife stuff. Petty crime when he was a kid.
It's odd that he's best mates with a kid that went to Harrow.
Yeah, and him and Alexandra live in Dalston - not exactly slumming it.
Yeah, but it's not Holland Park, either, is it?
No.
OK. Er...
Dig into his and his wife's financial past,
any other businesses they own, any other properties.
Have a good look at both their bank accounts.
Right, guv.
DIG Wagstaffe?
Tell me he's still alive.
Yeah, he is, but he's not good.
His left kidney is failing, which is a problem
because it's the only one he has.
Sor... What?
He's had one removed, and very recently as well.
We've checked very thoroughly
and there's certainly no record of an Adam Miller
having any kind of legitimate donor operation in the last year or so,
which would suggest this was done illegally.
Which sits rather oddly with the procedure itself.
This wasn't done by some backstreet hack.
The surgery is of a very high standard.
Can I talk to him?
You've got five minutes.
He sold his kidney,
and Kyriacou was blackmailed to perform the transplant...
to pay off his gambling debts.
I've been on the streets for about five years now.
And this winter...
it was cold, you know?
Each one, you...
Each one, you think...
"Am I... Am I going to last another?"
Then one day about three months ago, this guy stopped,
and we got into a chat about how I ended up there
and he asked me if I was hungry, and I said I was,
and so we went to a cafe and he bought me a coffee and a hot meal...
He... He-he just made me feel, erm...
human, you know?
And he said, "If you had something which you didn't need..."
"would you sell it for £5,000?"
I said, "Yeah, course I fucking would."
You know?
And then he said that we only need one kidney.
Did he give you his name?
I-I-I don't think so.
Was he English?
No.
I dunno.
Greek, I think.
Then what happened?
Then a car picked me up and it took me
over to some place in North London.
Have you got an address?
No, I'm sorry.
Who picked you up?
That was a woman.
She only spoke to check my name, so...
What happened when you got there?
Then Sofie was my nurse.
She washed me and prepared me for the operation.
And afterwards?
Sofie looked after me again.
When I left and I got sick,
I went and found her at the hospital
and she tried to help me, you know, she really did.
She really did.
She was even gonna give me money.
Her own money. That what you were looking for in her flat?
Yeah. Yeah, because they never paid me, did they?
You know. And I was desperate.
None of it?
No.
They said that it went on expenses.
So...
The woman who picked you up, do you remember anything about her?
No, no, because I only really saw her in the rear view, to be honest,
and... like, she was late 30s,
red hair, posh bird.
Listen.
The text on Kyriacou's phone's
obviously referring to another organ transplant happening today.
If we can find out where it's happening,
we might be able to stop it,
but more importantly, maybe we can get closer to the top of the chain.
It's time.
Come on.
Rob.
Yeah, I've got Intel on Chris and Alexandra Panousis.
You got five minutes?
Five.
We're on the way to their house now.
So, I've just been going through Alex's bank statements.
Can I call my family?
We don't have time for that now.
You promised I could speak to my children first.
Do you want me to do Alex and you do Phoebe?
No.
Let's talk to them together.
There's history there, so let's use it.
So, first up, I just wanna ask you, Alex,
what's your relationship with George Kairos?
I've never met him, but he owns a building my husband and I lease.
Through Elexis?
Yeah.
Were you aware that he's involved in organised crime?
Drugs, weapons and people smuggling?
Absolutely not. No.
Then obviously you're not aware of the illegal gambling operation
that he and his associates run there.
What?
No, I don't know anything about any gambling.
Where we believe your brother-in-law
lost just under half a million pounds in the last 18 months.
No!
You let him gamble again?
I tried to stop him, Phoebs, I did.
I promise. Really?
So who let him, then? Your scumbag husband?
And you wonder why he fucking hates you.
Which brings me rather neatly to my next question.
What do you know about Nick's murder, Alex?
Nothing.
Really?
Yeah.
Cos I think you know that he was heavily indebted
because of his gambling
and I think you know that he was then blackmailed.
If you have any feelings for me or Nick, just tell him!
I don't know anything, I swear.
Except we have a witness who can identify you as the woman
who drove him to a place somewhere in North London
where he had his kidney illegally transplanted into someone else. No.
And the man who performed that surgery
as a repayment for his debts was your husband, Mrs Kyriacou.
I didn't drive anyone anywhere, I swear, I...
And then, like Sofie Cerna,
Nick was poisoned and subsequently murdered
to stop him from speaking to us.
Murdered by who?
Why don't you tell her, Alex?
Why don't you tell her
why you've been siphoning money out of your husband's bank account?
Why don't you tell your sister why you've booked a first-class
one-way ticket to the USA?
Hm?
It's because you think it was your husband, don't you?
I had nothing to do with any of this, I swear!
Where is today's operation taking place?
I don't know, I promise, Phoebs, I'm so sorry.
Christopher Panousis,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.
You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense if you do not mention when questioned
something you later rely on in court.
OK, so, 15 years ago, Chris,
your good friend Nick Kyriacou had treatment for a gambling addiction.
Nearly lost everything.
Are you aware of that? Yeah, of course.
So I'm curious, then - why would you let him
buy into a high-stakes card game at your bar?
I had no idea there was a card game going on at the bar.
We've got the lease to one part of the building.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, you wife's already told us she knew.
She's in a cell downstairs whilst we compile
what I imagine will be an extensive chargesheet. Well, maybe she knew,
but I didn't.
Anyway, what was I supposed to have done, just waited there 24/7,
and if Nick showed up, stop him?
I've got a life, I've got other businesses to run.
Nick was a grown-up.
Did you tell him that the people he'd be playing with
were involved in organised crime? That might have dissuaded him.
Yeah, well, I didn't know anything about that.
Why would I want my oldest friend to get himself in trouble?
Hm. Because you were jealous.
No.
I'm guessing everything you have, Chris, you've worked hard for.
Really hard.
Whereas Nick, his family always had money, didn't they?
He had no idea what it was like to have to fight for every penny.
The sort of people that you had to do business with just to make money.
And on top of that, he had the looks, he had charm, he had respect.
Hey, I bet he even had a bigger dick than you.
So yeah, I think you were jealous.
And I think you engineered it
so that he would find himself in the sort of trouble
no-one could ever bail him out of, also that you could prove
it was possible for Mr Perfect to lose everything.
So, Nick's in debt to these guys, but he's got no money, right?
He's run out.
So they suggest a way that only he could pay them back,
something only he could do.
Backstreet organ transplants.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I think you do, cos I think they put you in charge of arranging it.
You know, convincing Nick he had no other option,
then he got Sofie Cerna involved.
I'm not feeling too good.
A young nurse whose only crime was struggling to make money, you know?
Struggling to make ends meet in an unforgiving city,
and then once Nick had done one,
they had him for life.
He was owned, just like you.
So when did they give you the order? What order?
To kill Nick and Sofie.
I didn't kill anyone.
What kind of man do you take me for?
I dunno.
The kind of man who calls himself Payne.
I don't know what you're talking about.
And I ain't got any idea about any illegal organ transplant.
Fuck!
Please, I'm sick. I need to stop!
I think when we do a DNA swab on you,
we're gonna find a match to the DNA we found on Nick's coffee cup.
No!
And I think when we look at the street CCTV
outside where Sofie bought her lunch, we'll see you there as well.
Oh, God!
Jesus!
Pausing recording due to subject illness.
I think they've got to me. Who got to you?
Who do you think? Why's he not getting help?
Yeah, no, I need names. They don't give you no names.
And even if they did, you'd have more luck arresting fog.
Is everyone thinking what I'm thinking?
Shit!
How the hell can he have been poisoned?
There is an antidote to this poison, you know.
If we get you to hospital in time, you might make it.
So what are you waiting for?
The address to today's operation.
Ah, you're fucking crazy!
There is a transplant happening today
and I think you know where it is, so give me the fucking address.
And maybe you get to walk out of here.
Yeah. Go, go.
Move.
It's clear. Go.
Armed police!
Clear.
Shit!
That was Mullen. There was no-one bloody there.
It was definitely the right place.
There was still medical stuff lying around,
so they must have been tipped off.
But by who? And how?
They were ahead of us.
There are always one fucking step ahead of us.
How's Panousis?
Not good.
In an induced coma, which makes it pretty unlikely he's our man Payne.
But if it isn't him, then who the hell is it?
Did Vern Creecy specifically say it was a man that he spoke to?
I don't think so, no.
Why?
Shit!
Come with me.
Algea is Greek for pain.
Fuck!
'Hey, this is Algea.
'Sorry but I'm away for a little while,
'so please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.'
I know who you are, Algea, and I'm coming for you.
Might not be today or tomorrow, but I will find you.
Paulo?
It's me.
I'm gonna keep calling until you pick up.
It's me again.
Pick up. I want to speak to you.
I just wanted you to know that Sofie died
because she was a good person.
She knew she'd made a mistake, she was trying to make up for it.
She was helping someone.
Have you got her killer? Not yet.
We will.
I promise you, we will.
Hello.
Said he gets lonely.
For her.
Night. Night.
Fancy a drink?
I'm gonna go to the hospital
and see how Adam and his parents' reunion's going, so...
Sure.
See you tomorrow. See you then.
Hey, Jules.
Jesus, Will, where've you been? I've been trying you for hours!
Yeah, sorry, work was crazy this afternoon.
Paulo's gone.
What?
He's gone.
Gone?
What do you mean, gone?