[Crowd cheering] Announcer: What an atmosphere there is in the Chelsea stadium today.

He keeps on working to win Chelsea a corner.

He didn't make the clearance.

The ball quickly found its way in Chelsea's half.

[Crowd cheering] The goalkeeper was helpless there.

That is one of the goals of the season.

He finished it well, but the quality of the pass was astounding.

And that will surely be the goal that takes Chelsea to Wembley.

The referee is looking at his watch.

It's been another dominant performance by a resurgent Chelsea, who have their sights firmly set on Europe next year.

And that's it.

The result was never in doubt, but what a performance.

Chelsea at their magisterial best.

[Indistinct conversations] You all right?

Yeah.

All right.

Mind if I get a selfie?

Yeah, come on.

There he is.

[Camera shutter clicks] All right, take it easy, boys.

See you later, yeah?

♪♪ Never lose it, huh?

Never lose it.

Fancy a pint?

Might as well.

Max: You've twisted my arm.

[Mid-tempo music plays] ♪♪ [ Man speaking indistinctly on TV ] ♪♪ See if you can finish your meal tonight, eh?

♪♪ ♪♪ You should get off.

♪♪ ♪♪ Man: After today's game, the thorny subject of violence from a tiny minority of football supporters is raised once again.

Man #2: First, the report of minor scuffles after the game.

Woman: We cannot allow these inferior elements to cast a shadow over a glorious afternoon for Chelsea.

Man #3: Absolutely.

♪♪ [Sighs] [Tapping on window] ♪♪ All right there?

Yeah.

Everything is ship-shape, boss.

Another Chelsea win.

[Laughs] Watch out for the usual drunks later on.

Hm.

Let 'em try something.

♪♪ ♪♪ [Breathes deeply] ♪♪ [Suspenseful music plays] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Lock engages] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [Flashlight clicks] ♪♪ [Clatter] ♪♪ [Clang] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Mid-tempo music plays] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Sighs] [Coffee maker beeps] [Carsten snorts] Oh.

[Carsten sighs] Oh, gosh.

Oh... ♪♪ ♪♪ [Tapping] Milk, two sugars.

How are you feeling?

Late.

Oh.

Good game, eh?

Chelsea on form.

It's almost like the old days.

I wouldn't go that far.

Still missing a certain something in midfield.

Or a certain someone.

Modesty forbids.

Listen, Carsten, I'm gonna have to dash.

You might find some bread in this cupboard if the mice haven't got there first.

Ah, thanks, mate.

Nice gaff, by the way.

Oh, are we swaying slightly, or did we have one too many pints after the game?

[Laughs] Drop the latch on your way out.

[Door opens] ♪♪ Paulo: You're up?

♪♪ [Indistinct conversation] ♪♪ [Line ringing] ♪♪ [Ringing continues] ♪♪ [Ringtone playing] ♪♪ [Ringtone playing] ♪♪ Police.

[Ringtone playing] [Police radio chatter] ♪♪ [Camera shutters clicking] ♪♪ Thank you.

♪♪ Oh.

♪♪ Not too close, please.

♪♪ According to the photo I.D., his name's Steve O'Hara.

Appears to work at Cooper's, the building supplies place.

Do we know what time, Ashley?

Early hours of the morning.

It's difficult to be precise.

I'd say between 1:00 a.m.

and 4:00 a.m.

This was lying beside him on the ground.

[Camera shutter clicks] And this.

It looks like drugs.

[Camera shutter clicking] There's also a mobile phone.

Given the amount of blood loss, he probably wouldn't have lasted more than a few minutes.

There are no obvious defense injuries.

Priya: We're not well served for CCTV 'round here, I'm afraid.

So this is what?

A random attack?

Did they know each other?

Had they arranged to meet?

This was in his jacket.

Brinston Close.

Thanks, Ashley.

♪♪ Let's you and I do next of kin.

We'll get Connor and Jess on crime scene and witnesses.

♪♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪♪ [Knocking] ♪♪ We're looking for Siobhan O'Hara.

It's not a good moment.

We need to see Mrs.

O'Hara.

It's about her husband.

Come in.

Mrs.

O'Hara?

I'm D.I.

Arnold, and this is D.S.

Shamsie from Chelsea police station.

Can I confirm that you're married to Steve O'Hara?

Yes, she is.

I have to tell you, a very serious assault has taken place.

And we believe the victim to be your husband.

♪♪ Priya: It appears to have been a knife attack.

We're so sorry, but he didn't survive.

[Gasps] ♪♪ Mrs.

O'Hara, can you think of any reason why anyone would have wanted to harm Steve?

Anyone he knew?

Paulo: It's okay.

Excuse me.

Could I have a word?

♪♪ It's fine.

♪♪ Sorry.

You are?

Paulo Mendez.

I'm her nurse.

Were you with her last night, Mr.

Mendez?

No.

Um, I only work days.

What time did you leave?

Just after Steve left for work.

7:00.

Mrs.

O'Hara, at the scene, we found a quantity of drugs.

Can you think of any reason for that?

Nobody would have hurt Steve.

Everybody loved him.

Everybody.

He was a hero.

♪♪ No.

No.

♪♪ He was my hero.

No.

No.

No.

No.

You do realize Siobhan is unwell?

♪♪ ♪♪ Shall we?

Yeah.

♪♪ Steve's worked here for ages.

He's the night security guy.

I said goodbye to him when I left yesterday evening.

But this morning, I couldn't find him.

Any idea why he'd leave the premises in the middle of the night?

The thing is, Steve and Siobhan -- his wife -- they only live five minutes away.

And Siobhan's got cancer.

She hasn't got long to go.

Steve would sometimes visit her when things were quiet, just to check on her.

Was that allowed?

Well, I turned a blind eye.

You've got CCTV presumably?

Sure.

Yeah.

Where were you last night, Mr.

Sylvester?

Just at home.

With my family.

We saw a "Local Hero" certificate he got.

What do you know about that?

Yeah, that was Steve all over.

He was so proud.

Chased a bunch of kids who were dealing drugs.

What do you call it -- a citizen's arrest?

Very anti-drugs, was he?

Steve?

Definitely.

♪♪ Priya: So the attack took place here, pretty much midway between Cooper's, where Steve O'Hara worked, and Brinston Close, where he lived.

Around 3:00 in the morning, give or take.

His wife, Siobhan, is ill, and his boss said Steve made it a habit of popping home in the middle of the night.

We'll need to corroborate that.

Will do.

Found at the scene -- this and this.

I checked out this "Local Hero" thing.

O'Hara chased and caught a gang of teenagers he saw with cocaine.

One kid got nicked -- Finn Davidson.

Then there's Steve's boss, Artie Sylvester.

We've already spoken to him, but we should follow up, see what he has to say.

And finally, Siobhan has a palliative care nurse, Paulo Mendez.

Usual background checks.

Right.

House-to-house.

CCTV.

Phone records.

And we need to find this Finn Davidson.

Let's get busy.

Yeah.

♪♪ ♪♪ Siobhan.

I made up something a bit stronger than usual.

I just think you need it.

You've had a shock.

A shock?

My husband is dead.

♪♪ [Cellphone rings] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Cellphone beeps] [Sighs] ♪♪ What can you tell us, Ashley?

Entry point here, in the lower abdomen, likely traveling up through the organs and into the aorta.

A perfect example of how a single stab wound can prove fatal.

The angle makes me think the assailant was very close to the victim.

Like this.

There's also an injury on the side of his head caused by a blunt instrument which hasn't been recovered.

Likely made before the stab wound.

You said there were no defensive injuries?

No.

Someone he knew, then.

Probably.

Look, he's a big fellow, right?

He could chase down a gang of teenagers, but not save himself from this?

Hmm.

The murder weapon has the dimensions of an ordinary kitchen knife -- the one we found at the scene.

Blood spatter would have been significant.

We found his keys and the wallet that you've seen, which didn't contain any money.

Though there was £500 in cash in the portacabin.

So you stab someone you're selling drugs to, panic, and leave the knife and drugs at the scene.

Well, that's assuming Steve was buying, instead of selling.

Although apparently he didn't want anything to do with drugs, at all.

Apparently.

[Camera shutter clicking] Interesting collection of tattoos.

Never quite seen the appeal myself.

Oh, I don't know.

What, have you...?

I don't think that's any of your business, sir.

No.

No.

Sorry.

[Chuckles] [Clears throat] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Woman: Poor Siobhan.

Ready?

♪♪ Sir.

Sorry.

Max: Thank you.

♪♪ [Camera shutter clicking] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Camera shutter clicks] ♪♪ Hi.

♪♪ Sad business.

Yeah.

Who'd have believed it, eh?

Such a lovely man.

♪♪ Were you a friend?

[Police radio chatter] ♪♪ [Camera shutter clicking] ♪♪ ♪♪ Shh.

When does she move into her own room?

Uh, just before university.

Mm.

Mm.

Are you gonna finish painting it?

Priya: Yeah, I'll do it this weekend.

I can do it myself, if you like.

No.

No, because decorating is my thing.

Mm.

What shade are we going for?

Um...the middle one?

Because it's not too dark and it's not too light.

Right.

Right.

You don't think we should just go for pink?

No.

No?

We're not doing it to please your mother.

[Cellphone vibrating] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [Tap clicks] [Clang] What?

♪♪ [Rattling] Oh, come on.

[Sighs] ♪♪ ♪♪ [Laptop ringing] ♪♪ [Key clacks] Ashley.

Good morning, Max.

I've got some initial findings from the crime scene.

Give me a moment.

Most unusually, I've got a problem with the plumbing.

♪♪ Go on.

Nothing exciting to report, I'm afraid.

The drugs were a heroin-fentanyl mix.

Whatever happened to good old pure heroin?

I didn't get that, Max.

Oh.

Lips.

What about the surrounding area?

[Knock on door] Tricky.

The place is a piece of waste ground.

People dump their rubbish there.

The DNA's a mess.

But we're on it.

That's great, Ashley.

Well, I... We'll speak soon, okay?

Astrid.

What a surprise.

A nice one, I hope.

I thought I'd just pop by.

Uh... Sorry.

Mm.

Can I get you anything?

Perhaps a glass of water.

Are you keeping up with your piano practice?

I've got a lot of free evenings.

[Clanging, rattling] Um, I'm sorry.

Oh.

Max, we need to discuss this business of selling the flat.

What business?

What we agreed.

What you suggested.

It's our flat, Astrid.

Yeah, well, I've spoken to a couple of estate agents, and here are the brochures.

♪♪ So you weren't just popping by?

Max, you know what you're like.

You bury your head in the sand.

We just need to move forward.

♪♪ Then it'll seem better.

♪♪ [Sighs] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [Door opens] Morning.

Am I running slightly late?

Don't worry.

Morning.

Here's our suspect, boss -- Finn Davidson.

Everything's in this file.

Interesting reading.

♪♪ Shall we?

Yeah.

Finn: Are you the detectives?

I've been waiting for hours.

I mean, God knows what this is about, but I've got stuff to do.

What do you think?

Can we get on with it?

Well, I reckon Mummy and Daddy paid for the brief.

Do you know this man?

Steve O'Hara?

You mean the interfering idiot who assaulted me in the street in front of my friends and got an award for it?

Yeah, I know him.

We've remained great friends, actually.

Then you might be aware that, very sadly, he was recently found dead.

Which might explain these posts of yours on social media -- "Steve O'Hara -- fat idiot.

Good riddance."

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

Hang on.

That was on a private account.

Isn't that a breach of my privacy or something?

And this one from a couple weeks ago -- "Watch your back, Stevie boy.

The heat is on."

I wonder, are you familiar with the 1998 Malicious Communications Act?

Is that a thing?

Yes.

Finn, let me ask you a simple question.

Where were you the night before last between 10:00 p.m.

and 4:00 in the morning?

I was at the Chelsea game.

With some friends.

They'll vouch for me.

Afterwards we went to 404.

We were there half the night.

404?

Off Sloane Square.

The 404 Club.

You must know it.

And did you leave at any point?

No.

I mean, I popped out for a smoke a couple of times.

So you did leave?

No.

Well [Sighs] Well, yes.

How long for?

Half an hour?

10 minutes?

Well, which was it?

Because half an hour would be long enough to get from Sloane Square to the murder scene and back again.

Yes, but... We'll be checking CCTV in that area.

Will we find you near the crime scene?

Look.

I can see where you're going with this.

But you can't possibly think that I would have killed this man.

I mean, seriously?

Right.

Let's check out this club he's talking about.

What was it?

The, um...404.

You've never been to the 404, Max?

Yeah, 404.

It's great Friday nights.

Wicked.

Yeah, very funny.

Look, I want his alibi confirmed.

And keep looking at the social media posts and all of the others involved.

It's really important that we don't -- Gov, you're wanted in the interview room.

Look.

I want to say something, because when you look at the CCTV footage, you'll see that, um... well, I did pop out for a bit.

About 2:30.

Went to my girlfriend's flat to see if she wanted to join us.

At 2:30 in the morning?

Yeah, I know.

Stupid thing to do.

I mean, I'm only saying this because I believe in being honest when talking to the police.

Anyway, the next day, she dumped me.

By text.

So this has got nothing at all to do with Steve O'Hara.

Who, by the way, broke my nose.

I mean, the guy was a maniac.

Sorry.

These texts are on your phone?

Well... So if you leave it with us, our technical team can collaborate that.

You'd get it back.

In a day or two.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Well, you've got to love 'em, the entitled, overprivileged offspring of the Chelsea elite.

Is that a point in the investigation or a Max Arnold prejudice?

Bit of both.

Right, where are we at?

Okay.

As we know, the "Local Hero" scheme was started by someone called Ricky Hopkinson.

Hello again.

Ricky's wife is Diana Hopkinson, and they live in Cranfield Gardens.

Oh!

Now, according to Artie, Steve also had a day job working at The Chelsea Nursery.

Which is owned by Diana.

Interesting.

Mm.

Also, boss, the CCTV footage from Cooper's.

Switched off at 3:00 a.m.

on the night of the murder.

Working as normal... and then nothing.

So Steve turned it off before he went home to Siobhan?

Looks like it.

There's also the £500 in cash we found in his drawer at Cooper's.

Right.

Talk to Artie again, Connor.

I think there's something he's not telling us.

Sure.

Ricky Hopkinson.

Hm.

He's what we used to call a well-known local businessman.

Oh.

Another Max Arnold prejudice.

♪♪ Connor: We checked the CCTV, Mr.

Sylvester.

It was fine until 3:00 a.m., then suddenly went blank.

Right.

Almost as if it was deliberately switched off.

Any idea why that might be the case?

Typical of Steve.

How do you mean?

He probably thought that if the CCTV was off, he was safe to pop home.

Had he done that before?

I never checked.

Right.

So how did you know to switch it on again?

You're on camera at 7:58 in Steve's portacabin.

We also found an envelope containing £500 in cash.

Why might Steve have had that?

No idea.

Listen.

Steve might not have been the sharpest knife in the box, but he was a lovely man.

Maybe I covered for him a few times when he went to see Siobhan.

Is that such a bad thing?

♪♪ ♪♪ [Indistinct conversations] Oh, look at this one.

♪♪ ♪♪ [Indistinct conversations] ♪♪ Diana: Now, there's no obligation to pay, but if you'd like to make a donation... Oh, thank you.

It's for the Chelsea pensioners.

Well worth doing.

Mrs.

Hopkinson?

Yes.

I'm D.I.

Arnold.

This is D.S.

Shamsie.

From Chelsea CID.

We'd like a word with you and your husband, if it's not inconvenient.

Yes.

If you must.

It's nothing serious, I hope?

One second.

Scarlett, could you take that and go out to the front?

Only let them in if they're genuinely interested in gardens.

Yes, of course.

Right.

Uh, excuse me.

Yes, this way.

♪♪ [Indistinct conversation] Ricky, may I grab you for a moment?

There are a couple of detectives here.

Right.

♪♪ We're investigating the death of a local man last night.

We believe you may know Steve O'Hara.

When you say investigating his death, do you mean he...?

Died in suspicious circumstances, yes.

Oh, how shocking.

Steve was the man who caught those teenagers with the drugs.

You know, the "Local Hero" thing.

Can you confirm he worked for you?

No, I hardly knew him.

Yes, he did.

Ricky, don't you remember?

We gave him some work at the nursery.

You felt sorry for him.

Ricky: Oh.

Do you know why anyone would've wanted to harm Steve?

Not a clue.

We were working here till God knows how late, getting ready for this Open Day.

They're not asking us for an alibi, darling.

We're not suspects.

How late?

Well, all night, Detective.

We never left home.

♪♪ Priya: We'll need to speak to Steve's colleagues at The Chelsea Nursery.

Of course.

It was very casual work -- pushing wheelbarrows, that sort of thing.

Gosh, awful thing.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

It's coming back to me now.

Steve O'Hara.

That's what I started "Local Hero" for, really.

I mean, we know you lot don't have the resources to keep on top of everything.

Max: We're very grateful.

Oh, what's your line of business these days, Mr.

Hopkinson?

Ricky, please.

Import/export.

Strategic investments.

Mixture of things, really.

You've obviously done well.

Don't worry, Detective.

It's all completely aboveboard.

I wasn't implying otherwise.

You didn't have to.

♪♪ Nice to meet you.

♪♪ Max Arnold!

Don't walk away from your beloved aunt.

What are you doing here?

[Chuckles] You know my interest in horticulture.

Hmm.

Zero.

How are you, Olivia?

Kind of you to ask.

He never does.

I wouldn't have thought that this was your cup of tea either.

Oh, it isn't.

Ghastly people making use of the Open Day to advertise their overpriced garden center.

For some reason, I volunteered to take photos for the best-tended herbaceous border prize.

Very public-spirited of you.

Come to think of it, they haven't got enough judges.

Oh, well.

Priya... Oh, come on, Max.

Isn't it time you did something for the community?

[Sighs] Send me the pictures.

[Chuckles] By the way, Max, how's that boat of yours?

Still above water?

I should pop 'round.

Maybe tomorrow night?

I'm free.

That would be rather nice.

Stop it.

Stop what?

Whatever it is you're thinking.

I'm just thinking what a charming lady your aunt is.

Thank you.

What was all that about?

Who knows?

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

Not for the first time, eh?

[Ricky sighs] I didn't get much more from Artie.

He claims to know nothing about the cash and puts the CCTV down to Steve leaving to visit Siobhan.

Does anyone believe a word Artie Sylvester says?

Separate issue.

Connor's also found some interesting footage near the O'Haras' flat.

The coverage isn't great.

Connor: That's Steve O'Hara.

And this is the other guy.

They're not chatting about the Chelsea match.

Good work, Connor.

Well, we all know who that is, don't we?

I think we do.

♪♪ Strange job, palliative care.

♪♪ And them long-term clients.

Dad and his carer got quite close the last few months.

I thought they might get married.

Yeah, I remember.

You were worried she was gonna get the bookshop.

She'd have been responsible for the debts.

Shall we?

Mm.

[Vehicle doors close, car alarm chirps] She's asleep.

That's fine.

It's you we want to talk to.

I can't be long.

We have some footage we would like you to look at.

The image is quite small, but you can see the date in the corner.

It's the day before the murder.

What were you arguing about with Steve, Paulo?

Listen.

This was a brutal attack which left a man dead and deprived the woman you're caring for of her husband.

Okay.

Look, I didn't approve of what he was doing.

Which was?

He was buying drugs illegally to supplement the pain relief.

♪♪ But I didn't feel I could interfere.

Priya: What kind of drugs?

Paulo: Heroin.

♪♪ Where were you the night before last?

I was at home.

With my partner.

You can check it out.

We will.

♪♪ [Air hissing] Paulo: Siobhan.

It's the detectives, love.

We understand that Steve would sometimes come home from Cooper's in the middle of the night to check on you.

Were you expecting him to do that the night he was attacked?

He never did that.

Right.

He would never have done that.

So you don't think he would have left the premises to meet somebody?

What are you suggesting?

That Steve was doing something wrong?

How can you say that?

We're not suggesting that.

We're trying to establish why he left his place of work.

Maybe he saw someone selling drugs and chased them, like the time before.

It's not my job to work out what happened.

It's yours.

And it won't bring him back anyway.

♪♪ [Cellphone chimes] ♪♪ You all right?

Had a date tonight, if you must know.

I'm sure he'll understand.

Who's to say it's a he?

Oh, this is interesting.

Hold on a minute.

Oh.

You go first.

When you found that footage of the carer arguing with Steve, did you go any further back?

Yeah, a couple of days.

Take a look at this.

Last Monday.

That's our friend Paulo again, isn't it?

What the hell's he up to here?

What did you have?

So... here's a list of all the registered U.K.

nurses.

Guess who isn't on it.

Paulo Mendez.

Mm-hmm.

[Cellphone chimes] Oh.

It was a bloke, as a matter of fact.

What?

My date.

Quite a promising one, actually.

Well...he's a lucky lad.

Thanks, Dad.

[Laughs] [Laughs] [Suspenseful music plays] ♪♪ [Clanging] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Hello?

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [Breathing deeply] ♪♪ Yeah.

[Grunts] ♪♪ [Screaming] ♪♪ ♪♪ The man who attacked Artie Sylvester last night is the same man I saw at the scene of the crime, where I managed to take a not-very-helpful photo of him.

Steve and Artie were attacked in the same vicinity.

So we need to find this man.

Connor, see if Artie's well enough for you and Priya to pay him a visit.

Okay, people of interest.

Where are we on Finn Davidson?

His alibi checks out.

He said he went 'round his girlfriend's flat, but she sent him packing.

She's corroborated this, and his phone movements back it up.

Hard to see how he could have been anywhere near the scene of crime.

Okay.

Connor: Thank you.

Turns out Artie Sylvester discharged himself already.

Great.

He's clearly well enough to talk to us.

Jess, you and I need to talk to Paulo Mendez.

Is he here?

Uniform are bringing him in.

Okay, find out who he was talking to on that footage from last night.

Mm-hmm.

Wicked.

There's no hurry, Paulo.

We've got all day.

You told us Steve was buying drugs to supplement Siobhan's medication.

Well, he's dead, so he can't argue with that.

But these pictures tell a different story.

Listen.

What you've got to realize is, cancer is hard.

You know what they say about people dying peacefully in their sleep?

Well, sometimes they do, and sometimes they don't.

I hated seeing her suffer.

I'm sure you did.

So tell us what you were up to.

♪♪ ♪♪ Priya: How's the arm, Artie?

It's okay.

Don't want to make any fuss.

♪♪ You were the victim of an assault.

We'll be looking for the person that did that.

I wouldn't want to press charges.

Why?

Who attacked you, Artie?

Do you know?

I know exactly who it was.

Steve's friend, Taffy.

♪♪ Steve was furious.

But Siobhan asked me to do it.

She gave me the name of this dealer.

So you lied to us.

I didn't want to get anyone in trouble.

You mean yourself?

Is that because you're not registered, Paulo?

We've searched everywhere, and we can't find you.

I'm a qualified nurse in Brazil.

I'm just waiting for my U.K.

license to come through.

Then you're breaking the law.

I'm supplying a need.

People don't want to look after the terminally ill patients.

It's hard, it's upsetting.

♪♪ I'm doing my best.

♪♪ [Sighs] ♪♪ So let me get this straight.

This Taffy badgers you for a job, and you refused.

Because he's a drunk.

I hardly know him.

I don't even know his second name.

I don't believe you.

I don't.

How about this for a theory, Artie?

You, Steve, Taffy, you're all involved in selling drugs.

Steve gets killed, and Taffy blames you.

It was nothing to do with drugs.

A man is dead.

You keep lying to us.

Clearly, you're up to something.

What is it?

All right.

Steve and me were selling a bit of excess stock for cash.

Taffy got to hear about it somehow, probably thought that he could use it to twist my arm.

There's nothing more to it than that.

Does Siobhan know about it?

Of course not.

She wouldn't approve.

Connor: We need to talk to Taffy, Artie.

Where will we find him?

I don't know.

Artie!

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

They might be able to help.

♪♪ You were practicing in the U.K.

without a license.

You were buying drugs illegally and administering them to a dying woman.

Her husband, quite reasonably, confronted you about that, and then he gets killed.

Look.

I was at home with my partner.

You talk to him.

Jess: We have.

What's this dealer called, Paulo?

♪♪ ♪♪ "Marac Ata."

♪♪ I should get back to Siobhan now.

[Scoffs] I don't think so, Paulo.

If that's your idea of care, nursing's better off without you.

♪♪ What... ♪♪ ♪♪