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Look, I've been thinking,

um, about us and...

This is really hard, Annie.

It's not me.

It's you.

Shit! Work!

- There's been a murder.
- Stop.

Hello?

Yeah.

Okay. I'll be right there.

Yeah.

Suppose a cheerio
shag's out the question?

Mmm.

Sorry.

What's happened
to the hiking boots?

The dog ate them.

I think laughing boy's ready.

Morning, Mr Hamilton.

I'd say the fire was started between
9:00 and 10:00 p.m. last night.

Seat of the fire.

Definitely accelerant
use. Again.

A glass and a bottle.
He was drinking.

And again, face down. No sign
he's made any effort to escape.

Alan?

- Chief Superintendent.
- You, too, Jackman.

Patrick Aspern is considering
an official complaint against you.

About?

Wagons in a circle, is it, Alan?

I never saw nothing, guv.

If DCI Banks had struck
Dr Aspern, it was because

Dr Aspern made an explicitly
racist remark to me, sir.

And if he had hit Dr Aspern, it would
have been a misguided response,

if you don't mind me saying so, sir.
Not that you necessarily did hit him.

But I don't think
Dr Aspern is racist.

I think he was deliberately
trying to provoke us, sir.

'Cause he's hiding something.

Something about his
relationship with his daughter.

He wants to get us off his back.

And it seems his
strategy's working.

I think you'd better get back.

All the evidence is
telling us Leslie Whittaker

was the intended
victim of the boat fire.

I thought I had operational
command of this inquiry.

Not when you're
punching bereaved fathers.

The way he spoke to Winsome.

It's professional
misconduct, Alan.

Sir? BOTH: Yes.

We've got another hidden
safe under McMahon's floor.

Stay away from Patrick Aspern.

I can't do that.

We've tied Aspern's wife's
car to the crime scene.

Watercolours, done on paper.

Old paper. Probably
supplied by Leslie Whittaker.

Plus 29 grand in cash.

All in Jake
McMahon's possession.

Now, McMahon thought that I
was someone called Morrison.

And he was scared,
I mean, really scared,

but then he tried
to laugh it off.

Gary Morrison?

Gary Morrison is the registered
owner of Leslie Whittaker's boat.

I actioned an address
check, but it came back blank.

Go through Whittaker and McMahon's
phone calls, emails and texts.

We need to get a
lead to Gary Morrison.

- Boss?
- Yeah. Thanks, Annie.

So, the tyre tracks
from your car

match these that were
found near the canal.

It was me. I went to the canal.

So you weren't at
home all night? You lied?

I didn't want Patrick to know.

I went to talk to Christina,
but when I got there,

the boat was on
fire, so I went home.

You saw the fire but
you didn't call the police?

- Why not?
- I don't know.

Why did you want
to talk to Christina?

Because I'm nice.

Because you're nice?

Or because Christina
was upsetting Patrick?

Because she was threatening
to report him to the police?

- Why would she do that?
- You tell me.

I don't know. I heard
them arguing on the phone.

- When?
- The afternoon.

- Tuesday afternoon?
- Yes.

- The day she died?
- Yes.

- What were they arguing about?
- I don't know.

Why was she going to
report him to the police?

Stop it! You bloody
stop this! I love Patrick.

Our love is special!
You leave us alone!

Patrick thinks you're
trying to destroy him

because you're jealous
of people like Patrick.

Patrick thinks you're
lonely and disappointed...

"Patrick thinks,
Patrick thinks."

Don't you have a
mind of your own?

You know why they were
arguing, don't you, Miranda?

No.

- What seems to be the problem?
- You lied to me, Doc.

So hit me.

I'm considering an official
complaint against you.

Did you know your
daughter was on heroin?

Now, I think she was self-medicating
because something was troubling her,

something to do with you.

Now, you told me you
last spoke to Christina

a week before she died,
when she was working here.

Yes.

Phone log.

Christina called you at
3:18 p.m. on Tuesday,

the day she died.

A nine-minute phone call.

A nine-minute argument,
according to Miranda.

A nine-minute argument

about Miranda.

Miranda, she was
jealous of Christina.

She was sort of stalking
her, threatening her.

Which is why I lied to you.

And that's why I
supported Miranda's alibi.

I thought she might have
taken it all a bit too far

and I didn't know what to do.

And why would your wife
be jealous of your daughter?

I'm not saying that she
set fire to Christina's boat.

She didn't.

You called it right, Doc,
and I agree with you.

Christina was not the
intended victim of the fire.

Well, then why are
you questioning me?

Okay, I don't recognise
these as existing paintings,

but I do recognise the style.

It's a coterie of
mid-19th century artists

that lived and worked
in the Yorkshire area.

These two are Joshua Rae.

This, Matthew Niven.
And this, Thomas Thurborn.

- Sorry, I've never heard of them.
- Exactly.

If you're going to run
a long-form art fraud,

you concentrate on minor,
but collectible, artists.

Five grand here,
five grand there.

Low-key, low scrutiny.

- So, genuine or fake?
- That's hard to say.

I'll need to run chemical
and pigment analysis, x-ray,

- computer image processing.
- What about the Turner?

Okay.

Right.

All the hallmarks of
Turner's style are here.

You have the brushwork, the
vortex composition. And see this?

It's the use of a thumbnail
to scrape at the paint

and get that light effect.

But frankly, this is about as
convincing as a Blackpool drag queen.

You might want to be a bit
less rock and roll here, Mark.

This a murder inquiry.

What was that about?

- Sorry?
- You were rude to Mark.

In certain situations,

I don't appreciate people
making glib jokes of...

Why?

Are you having some kind
of relationship with him?

- I don't think that's any of your...
- It is my business, Annie.

If a defence counsel sniffs
out that a senior officer

is having that kind of
liaison with an expert witness,

the whole case could be
compromised. Do you understand?

Yes.

So? Are you?

- Having an inappropriate relationship...
- No.

Good.

The crime locus schedules,
which have been sitting on your desk

for some time now...

Yeah, I haven't had
time to look at them.

SOCOs have established
significant traces of candle wax

close to the seat of both fires,

despite Whittaker's boat
and McMahon's house

both having working
electricity supplies.

- What does that mean?
- I don't know for sure.

But give Geoff "Mr Happy" Hamilton
a ring. See what he makes of it.

In fact, you can do it
on the way. Come on.

- Where are we going?
- To interview the person

that forged the Turner.

Gerry.

- Give me your hand.
- What?

Your hand.

Where are you staying, Gerry?

It's my mate Declan's place.

Where else am I supposed to go?

My house is at the
bottom of a canal.

- Read that.
- "It is known that Turner..."

"That Turner cultivated
a long fingernail,

"which he used to scratch
the surface of his paintings,

"revealing the white canvas underneath
to achieve his unique light effects."

It was recovered from a safe

stashed under Whittaker's boat.

Your work?

We can run DNA tests.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?

- You didn't ask.
- Not good enough.

Makes us think that
maybe you killed Whittaker.

I didn't set that fire.

Not with Christina
on the next boat.

You thought Christina
was at her dad's.

I've got an alibi. I told you.

I were here. With
Declan. All night.

What about Saturday night?

When Jake McMahon
was burnt to death?

McMahon's dead?

Saturday night.

It weren't me. I told you...

- Morrison.
- Gary Morrison?

He killed them.

Come on. Come on.

Good girl. Come on. Come on.

Here you go.

Patrick?

What's wrong?

If they took me away,

you'd lose Ailsa. You
know that, don't you?

Why would they take you away?

Banks. He has issues with me.

We need to stop him
or he'll tear us apart.

Can I depend on you, Miranda?

Yes.

Help me, Miranda. Help me.

Me and Christina were
squatting on the boat.

That's how I met
Leslie Whittaker.

Then he saw some of my work,

and him and McMahon
said I had a talent.

Jake McMahon did these?

Yeah. And loads more.

They were making
a shitload of money.

But they got all excited when
they saw I could do Turner.

Gary Morrison. I need
a detailed description.

- I never met him.
- But you've heard of him?

Yeah. 'Cause Whittaker
and McMahon were paranoid

about keeping the
Turner secret from him.

That's all I know.

Honest.

I'm scared.

Christina's gone
and... I'm really scared.

Gary Morrison. You never
saw him with Whittaker?

He never visited
Whittaker's boat?

No, I don't know...

I mean, Whittaker was a drinker.

Drinkers like to talk. He
must've said something.

An exhibition opening!

He met Morrison at
an exhibition opening.

That's all I know.

A couple of years ago.
The... The Haliburton Gallery.

Gary Morrison? No.

You've not heard
that name at all?

- No. Sorry.
- Haliburton Gallery?

- Do you know that place?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah. It's closed
down now. It's a shame.

Ever go to any
exhibition openings there?

Now and again.

We think Morrison might have
been at one of those openings

a couple of years ago,

in the company of this man.

His name's Leslie Whittaker.
Does that mean anything to you?

No.

Is he the second victim?

How'd you know there
was a second victim?

I must have heard
it on the news.

Nothing's been released to
the press about a second victim.

The night this man,
Leslie Whittaker, died,

last Tuesday night.

Where were you, Mark?

I was at a reception at
the Henry Moore suite.

What time?

- 8:30 till 10:30.
- And after that?

A bunch of us went for a meal.

At Nick's Diner on Empire
Road, a bit of a night.

We didn't leave till
after 2:30 in the morning.

What about Friday night
between 9:00 p.m. and 3:00 a.m.?

The night the second
victim was murdered?

Um, Friday night, uh...

I was home. Uh, alone.

He's lying.

I told Mark about
the second murder.

Friday night, Mark was
with me. From 8:00 p.m.

All night.

- You lied to me.
- I know.

Can I trust you, Annie?

Can I trust you?

All right, where are we
and where are we going?

Bring us up to
date, will you, Ken?

Gary Morrison
communicated with Whittaker,

and only Whittaker, by email.

Whittaker provides the paper,

McMahon paints the pictures.

Whittaker sends it to Morrison.

Morrison handles
the auction sale

and pays Whittaker and McMahon
their share of the profits in cash.

Morrison discovers that Whittaker
and McMahon are going behind his back

trying to flog a Turner forged by
Gerry Siddons for a few million quid.

That's going to create a lot
of noise and blow up his scam.

So he kills Whittaker,
then McMahon.

So, Gary Morrison. Where is he?

Well, that's the problem.

Emails are all sent to Whittaker
from 20 different café computers.

The paintings sent to PO boxes.

Morrison's run this whole operation
without leaving any kind of footprint.

So it's bad enough that he's
killed two of his crooked mates,

but there's an
innocent girl dead, too.

Come on, Ken. Where is he?

Many places and many faces.

Twenty-two Gary
Morrisons aged 25-plus,

resident, according to the passport
details, in the Yorkshire area.

Twenty-two more suspects.

Yeah, but if he's running the
whole scam electronically...

Four hundred and twenty-seven UK
passport holders called Gary Morrison.

Get pictures of
this lot circulated.

I want all of Whittaker
and McMahon's neighbours

and known associates
re-interviewed.

Do they recognise
any of these men?

Come on, people.
Let's get to it.

Thanks, Ken.

Forged paintings selling
on the open market?

There's a missing
link here, isn't there?

- Is there?
- What did your friend Mark say?

The fakes that McMahon did,

they weren't copies
of existing pictures.

They were in the
style of minor artists.

So if they were passing
these pictures off as genuine,

someone else has to be
authenticating them, right?

- Yeah.
- How do we find out who it is?

- Auction house sales records.
- Yes.

Sir? You've got a visitor.

Find me this bugger Morrison,
Annie, and all is forgiven.

She won't come inside.

I think she's having
some kind of breakdown.

Miranda?

Your fault!

Patrick hates me.

- I talk too much.
- Or you know too much.

Why was Christina going to
report Patrick to the police?

Why can't you leave us alone?

We're not like
you. We're different.

Why was Christina going to
report her father to the police?

Hate you.

Yeah, and you hated
Christina, too, didn't you?

Was it because
Patrick loved her?

Yes.

The same way he loves you?

Yes.

They're ready in the mortuary.

Christina Aspern's postmortem?

Can you can handle it,
Kevin? I'm kind of busy here.

All right.

- Mark?
- Hiya.

Look, sorry about yesterday
with your boss and all, yeah?

- Christ, he's a right...
- I've got a problem, Mark.

Okay.

The fakes paintings found
at Jake McMahon's house...

What? Jake's fakes?

Obviously they were
ready to go to auction,

so I traced the sales
records of other paintings

by the same group of
artists you told us about.

Over 700 grand's worth of
business in the past 18 months.

Forty-seven pictures in total.

Each one of those 47 pictures
was authenticated by someone

at the Northern Art Gallery.

Um...

Look, um... I'm scared, Annie.

Of what?

Gary Morrison.

I'm going to win this time.

What do you want now?

Where's your wife?

Miranda came to
see me this morning.

Miranda is misguided
and confused.

And you sniff that
out, don't you, Paddy?

Like some randy old dog.

- It's what you feed on.
- That's it, Alan. Get it all out.

All that ordinary bloke envy
and anger and bitterness.

Miranda told me about
you and your daughter.

Ooh, look at you. All
judgemental and outraged.

As if you can make
any difference.

Natural justice is all
superstition, old son.

Bad stuff happens.
People do bad things.

Sometimes they get
punished, sometimes they don't.

Go on. Prove it.

But if you can't,

I win, you lose, Alan.

End of story.

Gary Morrison.

- You sure?
- 100%.

How did it work?

Morrison would send me a
photo of a fake done by McMahon.

I'd Photoshop it onto a page
of an old exhibition catalogue.

Then I'd replace the catalogue
in the file at the gallery.

Oh, so you didn't just fake the
paintings. You faked the provenance.

You and Gary Morrison.

We were at school together.

I hadn't seen him in years

and then, out the blue, I get a
phone call asking me to help him.

- Why didn't you refuse?
- I was scared, Annie.

The guy's a psycho.
He's killed two people.

Three.

An innocent girl is dead, too.

It was about the
money, wasn't it?

It's all you care
about, isn't it, Mark?

Things. Not people.

I'm a material boy.

Call him.

Now!

Get him over here.

Yeah. Gary, it's Mark.

I need to talk to you. No. Um...

I... I think the
police are onto me.

Yeah, we'd better shut it down.

Yeah, well, I'm scared,
Gary. I'm really scared.

I need to see you.

Okay, thanks.

He's on his way.

You're an obsessive fantasist
who's stalking him and harassing him.

Aspern's words, not mine.

You also smacked
him across the chops.

If this goes to court, your
word against Dr Aspern's?

- I don't think so, Alan.
- His wife clearly stated...

His wife is borderline OCD.

She's been diagnosed
with post-natal depression.

The only credible witness
in the case you're alleging,

Christina, is dead. And
since he didn't kill her,

Patrick Aspern has no case
to answer to. End of story.

Come in.

Sir? This is pretty urgent.

Well, let's hear it, then.

Geoff?

I've been trying to get DS Cabbot
on the phone. She's not picking up.

But she mentioned about
candle residue at both fire seats.

So, I've been back
over both crime scenes.

I've heard of this
before in cases of arson,

a candle used as
a time-delay device.

The killer knocks his victims
unconscious using Rohypnol,

douses the place in accelerant,

lights a candle,
knowing it'll burn down

in a set amount of time
and ignite the place,

leaving plenty of time
for him or her to get away.

All alibis for the times the
fire started are null and void.

Okay. So who've we got?

- Gerry Siddons.
- I'll go bring her in.

- Alan?
- There's someone else.

Mark Keane.

Gary Morrison.

I'll call for backup.

I, uh...

I quite liked you, you know?

In another life, eh, Annie?

They're things, not people.

Do what you're told.

Stay there.

- Going somewhere, Mark?
- Alan.

That's Annie's car.

So where...

Gary Morrison.

Main door.

Mortice to my flat.

It's round the back.

You used the candle
as a time-delay.

You're really going to
take a chance on that?

Hold me here till
backup arrives?

Well, you're a big man. Yeah,
you can probably take me.

But I will fight you
like wildcat, Alan.

And all that time, what's Annie
doing up there on her own,

comatosed on Rohypnol?

Frying?

She didn't behave herself.

Neither did Whittaker.

Or McMahon, and then
there's the other innocent...

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Some girl. I don't care.

It's things. It's not people.

Oh, come on!

Annie!

No, no, no, no, no.

It's okay, Annie. It's
okay, I've got you.

Okay. Annie?

Come on. Annie?

Annie? Annie?

Annie, come on.
Breathe for me. Come on.

Annie, come on. Breathe.

Annie?

Okay, okay. Annie,
come on. All right.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

- Yes, Kevin.
- Sir.

I'm at Christina Aspern's PM.

Right, Kevin. Listen to me.

Let me see. All right, come on.

At you for a few hours tonight.

Oh, sorry.

Bingo's cancelled
tonight, Paddy.

You been on the
sauce again, Alan?

You've been lying
to me. Both of you.

Patrick loved Christina
the same way he loved you?

That was a lie, wasn't it?

Why would you do that, Patrick?
Why would you get your wife

to allege that you sexually
abused your daughter?

Because Miranda
as key witness...

Well, it's a
non-starter, isn't it?

Because Miranda was
jealous of Christina.

Emotionally unstable.

And because the victim
and the only credible witness

to this alleged crime is dead, case
doesn't even go to court, does it?

My inquiry into your
activities is blocked for good.

Apart from this.

Christina was working for you.

Getting some admin experience.

I think she got a bit nosey.

Went through medical records.

Obstetrician's case notes
into Miranda's pregnancy.

Recovered from
Christina's clothes,

inside her sleeping bag.

This is why Christina was arguing
with you on the day she died.

This is why she was threatening
to report you to the police.

Miranda had a termination

when she was just 15 years old.

Miranda has always refused
to reveal the father of that child.

Haven't you, Miranda?

It's in the past. I've
drawn a line under it.

Wait, wait, wait. Is this you
speaking, or is it Patrick?

Patrick's world, thinking
Patrick's thoughts.

Miranda?

The baby's crying.

"Lie for me, Miranda,
because if I go to prison,

"they'll take the baby away."

No!

- Is that what he's told you?
- Miranda!

Because that's simply not true.

No one is going to take
your child away from you.

Men like Patrick
control by fear.

Little men. Preying on
weakness and insecurity.

Manipulating,
controlling, abusing.

You're not 15 anymore.

You and Ailsa can
survive without him.

I promise you, Miranda.

You're not going
to lose this baby.

She's mentally unstable!
She's not a fit mother!

- She can't cope! No one's gonna...
- Patrick...

was the father.

Patrick Aspern, I'm
placing you under arrest

on suspicion of
child sexual abuse.

You do not have to say
anything, but anything you do say

may be used in
evidence against you.

Boss?

I thought they were
keeping you in overnight.

Yeah, well, I wanted to
go home to my own bed.

Shame you didn't think of that when
Mark asked you to stay at his place.

I'm not ill and
they look rubbish.

"Thanks for saving my life, Alan.
You shouldn't have bothered."

Yeah. Thanks.

Have you got people
on train stations, airports?

Yes, Annie.

- CCTV?
- Yes, Annie.

But Mark Keane, I'm not
very hopeful we'll catch him.

He's young, smart, sharp,
cunning, charming, good-looking.

Everything you're not?

Including a sociopath.

Mark Keane...

I hate men.