The Chelsea Detective

Yeah.

Yeah, I agree.

It does look like gold.

Looks like gold.

I'm not sure it has any collectible worth.

Leave it with me.

We're going to leave the coin here.

Yeah?

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

He'll call me.

A receipt?

Absolutely.

Bye.

Hello?

Stacey.

Niall Hammond here.

I have a valuation on your coin.

There's 500.

Half each.

Yeah?

Scrap value only, he said.

Scrap.

It's heavy.

Yeah, but he said it was only 14 carat.

Second opinion.

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

It's too late.

We've already taken the cash now.

What does that mean?

You think we've been ripped off by him?

And me?

You think I've ripped you off?

It looks like you've taken a hard fall.

Do you need to call emergency services?

I will contact emergency services

unless you press Cancel.

Alert canceled.

I am happy you are okay.

Please leave a message and I will get

back to you as soon as I can.

Morning, Astrid.

I found something.

A blast from the past.

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

It'll be good to see you.

Layla?

Morning.

The cleaner found him this morning.

She gave us a statement and some background info.

The deceased is Niall Hammond,

56, sole owner of the shop.

Married with a son and a daughter.

Leah.

This was in his wallet, which was on the desk

with his laptop and phone.

Odd that he has his daughter's travel

pass in his wallet.

Hello, Max.

Good morning, Ashley.

How's it going?

It's currently looking like death was from blunt force

trauma to the temporal region.

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

or hair traces on it.

No shortage of plausible weapons here.

Yes, thanks for that.

We'll know more soon.

There are signs of a break in upstairs.

Thank you.

This is his workshop where he repaired and restored violins.

And where he slept, by the looks of things.

Forced entry here via the window.

We then assume the intruder went downstairs and was

surprised by Mr. Hammond.

He left this.

250 quid.

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

And a cash tin full of money.

A bit out of character for a burglar.

Maybe they were looking for something specific.

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

You wouldn't.

But a thief would slip that in their pocket.

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

Should give us something.

Thank you.

Right.

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

Is there anyone you know who may have harbored ill feelings

towards your husband?

No.

No, no.

No, not at all.

We recently separated.

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

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

Sometime last night.

Did you speak to him at all?

No.

I was working till 8:00.

I have Leah.

Mom?

What is it?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Yes?

Dominic Hammond, the victim's son.

Go on.

Has previous public order offenses

and most recently served six months for actual bodily harm.

Released last Thursday.

And the man he assaulted?

His father.

Sending his details over now.

Thanks, Jess.

My mother just called to let me know.

We're sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

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

We are.

When did you last see him?

As I was taken down from the dock after he

testified against me.

So six months ago.

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

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

but he thought I needed to learn my lesson.

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

but the best for me, given me every opportunity

to have what he couldn't have.

But I never wanted it.

And that's what he couldn't stand.

Never wanted what?

He'd been a brilliant violinist,

so we were endlessly told.

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

accident on his way to audition for the London Symphony.

The big time.

The injuries to his arm ended that career.

He bought me my first violin when I was three.

I wanted my own life, not his.

Are you still angry about that, Mr. Hammond?

I was.

Not now.

No point anymore, is there?

Can you tell us where you were last night?

At a meeting.

What kind of meeting?

AA.

It's not mine.

Can anyone confirm you attended this meeting?

Meetings are anonymous.

This is a murder inquiry.

I can give you the number of my sponsor.

- He was with me. - Great.

What time did you leave the meeting?

9 o'clock.

And where did you go then?

I went to a dry bar.

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

I'm bound to be.

Me and my dad had a volatile relationship.

But I did not kill him.

Hey.

Dommy.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

We'll be okay, I promise.

You think he fell off the wagon yesterday?

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

Do you?

- Come home. - I can't.

Please.

We should be together.

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

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

We're also doing a CCTV trawl.

We've accessed cameras on neighboring properties,

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

Have we heard anything from Hammond's laptop?

Yes.

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

Browsing history is mostly work related.

Identifying antiques, eBay auctions.

Last page viewed was the Johansen

Society's Wikipedia page.

His daughter recently joined.

Digital forensics identified a fall alert from

the smartwatch at 9:38 PM.

If you fall, these smartwatches automatically

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

Which it must have been.

Yep.

SOCO retrieved a partial fingerprint from the watch.

Ashley confirmed it wasn't the victim's.

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

mobile phone and found a series of photographs

he took of this coin.

That must be worth something.

That's Edward VIII.