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- [Upbeat music]
- ♪ it's all right ♪

♪ it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪

[Gerry] Why did
you kill him, mehtin?

[Mehtin] I didn't.

You're lying.

Look, I admit I was a
bad man ten years ago.

You were a
heroin-smuggling sociopath

who killed Sean docherty.

I didn't even know the guy.

He was a poet,
apparently, [indistinct]

Do I look like I need a rhyme?

His body was found in your yard.

You "found" poet on my patch

and used it as an
excuse to sniff around

and bring me down on a
whole load of other stuff.

But you never charged
me for the murder

and I'm walking out
of here in nine months,

so go suck on it.

Sean was bludgeoned to death

and then set alight in your yard

between 10 and 10.30pm
on march 29th, 2002.

If you say so.

And yet you weren't
even in London

according to your
chauffeur emre.

I was driving up to newcastle.

He's stuck to that
story for ten years.

He's a good lad.

I must remember to buy
him a drink when I get out.

You'll have a job.

He's gone into
witness protection.

However, before he
went, he broke your alibi.

So go suck on that.

[Cheering and applauding]

Thanks.

Thank you. Thank you.

You're all I got.

A mirrored hostage to beauty.

Never quite lost till very,

never quite lost till the end.

I would nail your
arms to sunset.

I'd pin your lies to luck.

When you put me
to your crimson lips

and make me want to f...

Sean docherty at a
poetry slam in 2001.

Is that what you'd call it?

He was a 22-year-old
from Belfast,

recently graduated
with a first from ucl

and thought to be the
most exciting poetic prospect

of the new millennium.

[Scoffs]

But his poetic potential
never got a chance to flower?

His head was smashed his head in

and his body burnt to a crisp.

Remains found in
mehtin topal's scrap yard.

Who?

Topal. He was a heroin smuggler

with a network that
reached from here

back to his home town
in Turkey and beyond.

So what was a poet doing
mixed up with a drug smuggler?

Yeah, can I say right now that

I'm allergic to poetry, okay?

So I'm quite happy to
take an administrative role

in this one.

His body was so badly burnt

that they couldn't get forensics

but docherty's skin, blood,
hair, finger and footprints

were found all over the yard.

As were topal's.

As you'd expect, seeing
as he owned the place.

He claimed he was nowhere
near on the night of the murder

but his alibi has
just gone south.

What about the
initial investigation?

Well, the evidence was
never more than circumstantial

and even though they
didn't have anything solid

to link him to Sean's death,

the cps had more
than enough to do him

for drug dealing and
laundering, he got 16 years.

He'll have a few scores to
settle then when he gets out.

Well, we have to prevent
that from happening.

They interviewed
his sister before,

she didn't have much to say.

No, she's since married a
bloke called eoin donaldson,

who's got a gbh from '01.

They don't share Sean's
artistic sensibilities, then?

[Train rattling]

I didn't really know him.

'Cause of the age difference?

12 years. I'd left and come over

before he got to primary school.

What about when
he came to university?

He wasn't interested in me.

I saw him a few times,
mostly when he needed money,

but he always had something
more important to do.

Things that got him killed?

If you whore, fight and thieve,

I'm sure there's a price to pay.

This is my husband, eoin.
They're asking about Sean.

Yeah?

How well did you know
your brother-in-law?

He was a gobshite.

Eoin.

I'm sure he was sweet and fluffy

when you were
running round Belfast,

but by the time he got here
he was Billy big-bollocks.

He got what was coming to him.

How did he get
involved with topal?

I hardly knew Sean,
but you could see

he pissed off everyone he met.

Round here,
that's not so clever.

Can you tell us about your gbh?

Load of nonsense. I
used to be a silly boy

before I fell in love.

Used to be?

Cleaned up me act ages ago

when I met the
girl of my dreams.

Look, I've got nothing to hide.

All I'm saying is, if
you're trying to find out

who done Sean, then
you've got a job on your hands

sorting through the rest
of the runners and riders.

Would you like to
give us some names?

You'd better come next
door and take a seat.

This could take a while.

So we've got jilted
lovers, angry husbands,

dealers, pimps,
bookies and bouncers

and every villain who ever
fenced in north London?

Like I said, he
wasn't very popular.

Mara said she hardly saw him,

yet you've given us a
phone book. How come?

I knew Sean a wee bit better

than she ever needs to
know, you understand?

No. Give me a little help.

We went on the lash a
few times together, that's all.

Sean was all right when
he wasn't being a twat.

This list is gonna take
us weeks to get through,

are you trying to send us
round the houses, eoin?

I'm telling you how it is.

But if you're really in a hurry

and you wanna save
yourselves some time...

I'm no grass, but I'll
give you this for free,

'cause you'll never
meet this geezer,

he's not around no more.

Try us.

Gourkan ozil.

He ran some doors,
sold some gear,

kept a book or two.

He sounds like a very
industrious chappie,

what's he got to do with Sean?

Sean owed him.

Sean owed most people,
but ozil was the only one

who'd slice you for his debt.

[Calm music]

I didn't know poets
were so minted.

We're in the wrong game.
I could've been a poet.

"There was a
young girl from Peru,

who badly needed a..."

The taxi's on its way
to take him to the studio.

You've got a couple of minutes.

I wonder if she's Peruvian.

Thank you.

[Brian] Morning.

Morning.

Brian Lane and Gerry standing.

Sorry I can't give you long.

I'm due on a chat
show within the hour.

Yeah? Why?

Haven't you heard? I've been
voted britain's sexiest poet.

Your mum must be so proud.

Do a lot of that kind of thing?

Oh, too much. These days

I only spend 20 percent
of my time actually writing.

And the rest
counting your money.

Help yourself.

Oh.

"Liminal lakes".
Thanks very much.

You were Sean's flatmate?

Not at the time of his death.

But we studied together
and we were extremely close.

But you told the
original investigation

that you didn't even
know where he was living?

Sean was a, he
was a free spirit.

He slept on floors, sofas,
streets, cardboard boxes

and other people's beds.

And when was the
last time you saw him?

Haven't you read your notes?

We'd rather hear it first hand.

He turned up and
stayed a couple of nights,

on the 17th and 18th,
it was 10 days or so

before he died.

How was he?

Loud, funny, brilliant.

Who was the last
person to see him?

That is a very good question.

He never carried a phone.

The last I heard he was
trying to get to a party in Ibiza.

We heard he wasn't very popular.

Sean, Sean could start
a fight in an empty house,

but that was only
part of the story.

Yeah, but that's the part
we're hearing about most.

He was also the most
compassionate and inspiring of men.

Were you lovers?

Mmmhmm.

Not sexually.

The modern era has a myopic
obsession with sexual love,

but there are other types.

The Greeks had
four different words.

Of course there was "Eros,"
but there was also "philia,"

"agape" and "storge."

Which type did
you have for Sean?

Agape. I loved Sean's
mind and his soul

and every querulous and
unpredictable moment with him.

Do people kill for agape?

I'm sure they do,
but in this case,

Sean was killed

- by that lowlife topal.
- [Phone beeps]

How were they
involved, do you know?

[Luke sighs]

[Luke] He never let me
near his shady adventures,

but I could tell he was
terrified of something.

The taxi's here.

Did he ever mention a
man called gourkan ozil?

I have to go.

He was a bookmaker.
Sean owed him money.

I don't know much about
bookmakers, I'm afraid.

I'm sorry I can't be more help.

He was frightened. He clammed up

as soon as we
mentioned ozil's name.

Yeah, a proper blast
from the past, that.

I haven't heard
of him for years.

Didn't he keep a rival
locked up in a torture room?

Death by a thousand cuts.

If docherty owes him money,

I'm not surprised
he wound up dead.

[Sandra] He had some sort
of deal with serious crime.

Every time I tried
to get near him,

they told me to back down.

Nothing about him on file.

Nah, scd will have pulled it.

Oh, I thought he
went back to Turkey.

Shall I go onto
the intelligence unit

at his local station?

Yeah.

Shall I ask around
on the streets?

Okay.

[Tense music]

According to the original notes,

nobody spoke to
docherty's university.

They questioned plenty
of his college friends.

Yeah, but they didn't
talk to his tutor, though,

and tutors can be very
close to their students.

And the rest.

You got a name?

Yeah, I just emailed hr.

The tutor was a
professor Powell.

She's an expert in modern poetry

and she's still teaching at ucl

and she was also
tutor to Luke oswald.

That makes her
well worth a visit.

How we doing on ozil?

Nah. Everyone's
too frightened to talk.

No, drop him. He's
a smoke screen.

Word from the intel
unit at ozil's local Nick

is he went back to
Turkey years ago

and scd probably
helped him get there.

Eoin donaldson said
we'd never find him.

Yeah, but what he didn't mention

was that his defence
witness for his gbh in 2001

was a mr Tony Quinn.

Quinn? Wasn't he
one of topal's men?

Yeah, he got killed
during the power struggle

after topal was nicked.

Well, if donaldson knew
one of topal's thugs,

he's got to be in the mix.

What, you think eoin
worked for topal as well?

Let's go and ask him.

Let's call a cab.

[Tense music continues]

Cab for mcandrew?

[Music continues]

I used to hang about with Tony.

Got into a few scrapes.

[Sandra] What sort of scrapes?

[Eoin] Punch-ups in
pubs. Tony was a big man,

everyone wanted a pop
at him, you know how it is.

Oh, come off it, eoin,

your gbh was more
than a fist fight.

It was intimidation
of a shop keeper,

looked a lot like racketeering

- to me.
- Was that a job for topal?

Okay, hands up. You got me.

I was a bit of muscle.

Dished out a few slaps
for topal with Tony, that's all.

It was completely innocent.

Why didn't you tell us?

Not in front of Mara.

She knew I ran around a bit

but if she thought I
did stuff with topal?

Didn't you like the
idea of being involved

with someone who
worked for a drug dealer?

I never touched
that side of things.

Anyway, Mara's the
least of your worries.

Looks to me like
you avoided telling us

of your connection to
topal because you knew

it linked you to the
scene of the crime.

I had nothing to do with...

- Did you kill Sean?
- No.

Look, I've been helpful.

Given you a long list of people

who might have wanted him dead.

Yeah, a long list to
throw us off the scent,

then you give us ozil, a
man who turns out to be

a bloody ghost.

I told you you'd
never get near him,

he disappeared years ago.

- Where to?
- I don't know.

Turkey? Witness protection?

Maybe somebody
whacked him, I heard...

Oh, here we go again,
changing the subject.

Look, I had
nothing to do with it.

We'll be in touch.

I don't like you.

Auden's talking about the
banality of human affliction

but we can all do
that down the pub.

"Death sucks, but life goes on"

is the thrust of
what he's saying,

but poetry isn't about the
simple pursuit of a puzzle.

It's about the
method of expression.

The language of
a poem is its ideas.

Didn't auden also
argue that poetry should,

as far as possible,
tell us the truth

by exposing life's
contradictions?

"Beaux arts" is a direct
manifestation of that.

The way it juxtaposes
the ordinary...

Look, meanwhile,
back in the real world,

someone beat docherty
to death with brick

and set his body on fire,
have you got any idea

who might have done that to him?

Did you know what
was going on in his life

outside these walls?

I only knew him as a student.

What about him and Luke oswald?

They seemed very close.

Did you get any sense
that Sean was in trouble?

Did he miss lectures?

No, not at all.

Have you ever heard of a
man called mehtin topal?

Not before all this happened.

'Cause we're trying
to find a connection

between the two of them.

Was Sean a druggie?

Absolutely not.

[Gerry] A dealer then?

Sean was a
prodigiously talented poet,

that was his Alpha and omega.

Yeah, we've seen a tape
of him performing at a slam.

He was very compelling.

Poetry was all he
ever thought about.

Really? I heard he
was a bad bugger.

Birds, booze and brawling.

Poetry is the pursuit of truth.

You can't find that sitting
at home with a horlicks.

No doubt he wore velvet
jackets and frilly shirts and all.

I must apologise
for my colleague.

It's fine. To him, poetry
is fey and unimportant,

whereas to me it's, it's vital,

it's muscular, it
plunges us into the heart

of the human condition.

Absolutely.

Sean had an appetite for life

and heightened experience.

You sound like you
were very fond of him.

I was.

Did you shag him?

Why are you so
determinedly anti-intellectual?

She was selling
us a load of guff

rather than answer
the questions.

But you wear it like
a badge of pride.

I was trying to find "the
truth of the human condition."

They were at it.

Well, maybe they were,
but there are subtler ways

of drawing her out and
helping the investigation.

Or maybe she bashed his head in

'cause he chucked
her, she looked like

a right bunny boiler to me.

Nah, she's not the type.

You're only saying
that 'cause you want

to get into her Alans.

Eh?

Cockney poetry, Alan
whickers. Work it out.

[String music]

I hope you like
prison food, mehtin,

'cause you're gonna
have an extended stay.

[Mehtin] Is that like a
joke only much smaller?

Should I be laughing?

You lied to us.

It's been known to happen.

You told us you
didn't know docherty.

His brother-in-law
eoin worked for you.

Says who?

Everyone talks too loud.

Did eoin also tell you
that Sean worked for me?

So you did know Sean.

Eoin introduced us.

You spent 10 years denying
any knowledge of the bloke.

You were desperate
to pin his death on me.

Denial was my best tactic.

So why get yourself an alibi

if you've got nothing to hide?

Did eoin also tell you that Sean

grassed on him and Tony?

He put them in the dock
for gbh to get himself off

a drink-drive charge. Idiot.

Is that why you wanted him dead?

I didn't like him. Nobody did.

His mouth was too big, so
he never worked for me again,

but I got no value killing him.

It's bad for business.

So who did kill him?

Somebody was
trying to stitch me up.

[Sandra] Like who?

I don't squeal.

Well, you'd better
start, mehtin,

'cause everyone else is at
it and from where I'm sitting,

you're the only one in chains.

Eoin donaldson. He had a motive.

He had access to the yard

and he had a big
problem with Sean.

Is that right?

He wanted to marry the sister,

the one with the
money and cabs, yeah?

But Sean kept getting
him into trouble.

She doesn't want a
gangster for a husband.

So eoin does him. Dumps
him in my yard, calls it in,

and waits for you lot to
put the blame my way.

Where were you on the night
of the 29th of march, 2002?

Is this for real?

I was at spurs-arsenal.
Look, I know

I wasn't straight
with you but...

Got any witnesses?

Sure. Mark, Jase,

Lenny, they all saw me there.

Mark, Jase, Lenny,
right, I'll be needing

their full names and addresses.

I didn't say
anything 'cause Mara

would've ripped me a new
one if she'd have found out.

Found out what?

That I introduced Sean to topal.

Kid ends up dead in his yard,

that's game over
for my marriage.

Football finishes just after 10.

Still gives you time to
meet Sean and kill him.

I was in the pub, the barn,

everyone would
have seen me there.

What, Mark, Jase, Lenny?

So you admit working for topal

and introducing
Sean to do the same?

Yeah, he needed the cash.

Thought I was doing
him a favour. Fat chance.

What happened?

He played the big lad.

I had to slap him about
a bit, bring him into line.

Is this a confession eoin?

I didn't kill Sean.

He grassed you up
for your gbh, didn't he?

Is that why you killed him?

Topal done him.
Everyone knows that.

You thought ozil last time.

I tell you what I think.

Topal had nothing
to do with this,

neither did ozil or
indeed anyone else

you tried to put us on to.

I think that Sean was a
bad penny, no end of trouble.

He'd already squealed
once, which proved

he couldn't be trusted
to keep his mouth shut

about all your other
murky dealings,

so you killed him and then
you put him in topal's yard

hoping he'd get the
blame. That's what I think.

Well, thank you very
much for coming along.

I'm happy to help,
but not entirely sure

what you're hoping to gain.

An understanding of
how this sort of life works.

[Excited indistinct voices]

Seems very popular.

Shall we get our seats?

"You remember our
summer's secret?

Wild strawberries
and honeyed wine.

Our fingers over
lawns and flowers.

Season's ceaseless turn.

Naked. We were pure in rapture.

Let me be still in your heart."

You all right?

I heard those lines
before. From Sean.

[Crowd applauds]

I overreacted earlier,
I'm not saying that

oswald definitely
stole those lines.

"Naked, we were
pure in rapture."

"Let me be still in your heart."

Sean once used them on me.

Used?

He was trying to
get me into bed.

Oldest trick in the book.

I expect you get a lot of
that in your line of work.

Most students get
crushes, only a few of them

ever do anything about it.

Sean was more impulsive.

He claimed he
was in love with me.

He'd been struck
by "coup De foudre,"

love at first sight.

"Whoever loved that
loved not at first sight."

Shakespeare knew his onions.

Oh, it wasn't
Shakespeare actually.

Though he did use the
line in "as you like it."

Marlowe coined the
phrase seven years earlier.

Poets borrow or
reference each other

in their work the whole time.

So, when oswald
used the line today

that you previously
heard from Sean

doesn't mean he stole it?

I shouldn't have got involved.

It was completely unethical.

But we were so happy.

How long were you together?

Eight months.

You know, this
could really help us.

It won't, that's why I
didn't mention it before.

You might be able
to shed some light.

Our relationship
was entirely personal.

It didn't exist in
any other context.

Did he ever talk about eoin?

He didn't tell me
anything about his life.

Didn't even talk
about each other,

we just had each other
and read our books.

So where would you meet?

My flat, always. There
wasn't anywhere else.

Though he did take me
away to a cottage once.

Very romantic.

A place that yates
rented once, apparently.

The idea thrilled Sean.
Sleeping in a bed of giants.

So what went wrong in the end?

I had to end it.

For one, the age difference.

I was doing the right thing.

He was so angry afterwards,
got into all sorts of trouble.

Just wish I hadn't hurt him.

[Gerry] I knew they were at it.

Oh, it was a proper love affair.

Sounds like she's
still in love with him.

She should have seized the
day when she had the chance.

"Carpe diem" and that.

Still, not much to go on, is it?

It's a tangible motive.

Oswald, who wasn't
a brilliant poet,

kills docherty who was
and passes his poetry

off as his own.

No, no, no, Brian.
People kill each other

because of love, hate,
money, not poncey poetry.

Well, I'd like to
follow it up Sandra.

How's eoin's alibi?

His mates are still standing
up for him at the game

and then at the pub.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Eoin's credit card
was used at 10:45

at a petrol station in deptford.

What was he doing over there?

That's nowhere
near the football.

Or the crime scene?

Shall we pull him in again?

No, no let's wait until
we get his mobile records,

give him time to stew.
All right Brian, come on.

Let's go and see
your thieving poet.

[Gravel crunching]

[Doorbell rings]

[Door clicks]

[Brian] Is oswald here?

No.

[Sandra] Are you his partner?

That's rather personal.
You'd better come in.

Luke asked me to
go through his papers

while he was away.
He's lost some notebooks.

Are you his pa?

His agent.

Writers can't look
after themselves,

you end up being
psychiatrist, Butler, teacher.

Where can we find him?

Haven't a clue.

You mean he's gone missing?

No. He's gone writing.

Where?

Who knows. Some writers like

the magical monotony of
sameness and work from home.

Whereas Hemingway
wrote in brothels.

Was this trip planned?

You'll have to ask Luke.

Or do you think he skipped
off 'cause we turned up

asking awkward questions?

Don't flatter yourself.

He's got a reading tomorrow.

He'll be back for that.

I'll try and get along to it.

Have you any idea how
some of docherty's work

shows up in Luke's poetry?

You suggesting
he's a plagiarist?

Just asking.

Sean and Luke
were incredibly close,

they discussed ideas,
themes, techniques.

You're implying
Luke stole a line

but it's equally
possible it was Sean

that stole it from
Luke in the first place.

Have you any proof of that?

No. And nor have you.

But poets constantly influence

and quote each
other in their work.

Thanks. We'll be in touch.

When your client
comes out of hiding.

[Door clicks]

Who's she?

Eoin's real alibi. The
reason he's been telling us

so many fibs.

Mistress?

Not for 10 years,
but she still hates him

for taking fright and dumping
her after Sean got killed.

So eoin's persuaded
her in to clear his name

and she didn't want
him done for murder.

When he stopped
to think about it,

he knew the phone records
would lead us to her in the end.

Anyway, she swears
he was with her

that night after the
game. Eoin's clean.

[Muffled voice from
video rewinding]

I'm telling you, it's topal.

All we need to do
is find the evidence.

Topal ran a tight ship.

Why kill a numpty like docherty

and then dump him
in his own back yard

- of all places?
- Yeah, usual story, innit?

Got cocky, thought
he was bulletproof.

Forgot to clean house.

He hasn't got a motive, Gerry.

Then why did he
find himself an alibi

and steer us to eoin?

What did you get out of oswald?

He's vanished. Gone to
do some writing, apparently.

You don't sound too convinced.

I don't like people going awol.

How are we doing with ozil?

Well the files have
definitely been pulled

but scd and five
both swear blind

they had nothing to do with it.

Great, he's in
witness protection.

I spoke to some of the uniform

when we were down at belmarsh,

that's what they'd heard
in the wings about him.

That's us stuffed then.

We'll never be allowed
to get near him now.

All we've got is
hearsay on ozil.

Both eoin and topal are
much more likely suspects.

You're all missing the point,

this is about poetry,
not gangsters.

Here we go.

Oswald killed docherty
to steal his poetry.

Why else did he disappear
as soon as we turned up?

I just wanna know where he is

and that oh-so-clever
agent of his

claims she hasn't got a clue.

She's hiding something.

Look at this.

Oh, you bored our bollocks
blue with this already.

Hang on.

[Sean] The scent.

There.

[Sean] Of human voices shake us

and we follow.

[Crowd cheers]

He was schtupping
Roxanne as well. Huh.

Was this before or after the
split with Powell, I wonder?

I'm not sure.

Well, let's find out
tomorrow morning.

Come on.

What I don't get is why
two perfectly attractive,

intelligent women are
throwing themselves

at a scrote like docherty.

It's the power of poetry, pal.

Oh, don't be daft.

It's an aphrodisiac, man.

Throughout history,
ugly men have used

honeyed words to
lure attractive women.

At last! An explanation
of how he pulled Esther.

[Instrumental music]

[Crowd applauds]

Darkness.

Eternal silence.

A womb twisted with regret.

Don't leave me,
I shall die of pain.

[Ululating scream]

Brilliant. I've always
loved Andrew marvell.

Now this York stone,
that's 15 pounds,

so we could go for
that or the terracotta.

Oh yes. Listen to this.

"Had we but world
enough and time,

this coyness, lady,
were no crime."

Or the Indian sandstone,
that's a nice colour.

"But at my back I always hear

time's winged
chariot hurrying near,

and yonder all before us lie,

deserts of vast eternity."

Well, it's your own fault.

I told you we should do
something about the lawn.

"Let us roll our strength

and all our sweetness
up into one ball,

and tear our pleasures
with rough strife,

thorough the
iron gates of life."

Shut up.

Actually, on second
thoughts. Come here.

[Brian] Ooh!

Take those down
to the post room,

make sure they
both go first class,

then get me a double macchiato.

You again? You looking
for representation?

Is oswald back yet?

No.

Anyone would think he
had something to hide.

I have every confidence
he'll be at his reading later.

TV shows, book tours,
lectures in america,

you work him pretty hard.

Poets don't bathe in gold.

If you want to make a living,

you need to maintain a profile.

Luke understands that.

Why didn't you tell us
you and Sean were lovers?

I don't recall you ever asking.

Most people would
volunteer the information,

it provokes less
suspicion that way.

You can put away the nasty eyes.

I took Sean on
straight from uni.

We subsequently slept
with each other four times,

or rather 15 times on
four separate occasions

if you really need to know

and he was a moderately
demanding lover

albeit a little bit
impatient and weepy.

He was on the rebound
from the love of his life

and had a thing for older women.

Is this too much information
or just about right?

Is this after he
finished with Powell?

That's what I meant by rebound.

You should have
told us this before.

Did he mention any of his
underworld activities to you?

Nope. I mean, it was obvious

he was taking a
walk on the wild side

and maybe even a little
bit pleased with himself for it

but I wasn't interested
in his autobiography.

Frankly, I was bloody annoyed
at the older woman tactic.

I was only 29.

Was his poetry any good?

He was the real deal.

What about oswald?

He is also a very exciting poet.

I'll make him laureate one day.

When did you take him on?

About the same time as Sean.

Buy one get one free, eh?

Poets aren't commodities.

But they pay for all this?

Misery memoirs of
balloon-breasted celebrities

pay for all this.
Poets bring prestige.

Who came first, Sean or Luke?

I can't remember.

You must have the
details on file somewhere,

can we take a look at them?

The filing is pretty chaotic.

You take a look, I've
got some calls to make.

[Footsteps thudding]

This is your filing?

Yeah, we're fully
computerised from '03,

but I'm afraid the rest
is still on paper. Sorry.

Don't worry, everything
from the previous 150 years

is in here somewhere.

I'm sure you'll find
what you're looking for.

I wonder if oswald's
actually going to turn up.

He'd be a fool not to.

It would look
extremely suspicious

if he's done a runner.

I'm not talking about that,

I'm talking about the
number of fit birds here.

It's unbelievable.

I told you, poetry's
an aphrodisiac.

You don't need an aphrodisiac

with this amount of crumpet.

Open your mind to it.

You might find
yourself surprised.

Where's Sarah got to?

Oh, here she is.

-Hi -hi.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just...

Being silly. Overactive
imagination, I expect.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome Luke oswald.

[Crowd applauds]

This isn't what I wanted
when I set out to be a poet.

Not at all.

My friend died tragically young

before his talent could flourish

and, well, there's not a
day goes by that I don't...

This poem "rainsong"

is a true expression of
Sean docherty's genius.

"Summer rain drums the
heads of broken yeomen."

- [Tense music]
- [Paper crunching]

"Mud-black horses
shiver mouth-on-mouth,

gaunt and quick
as drunken wind."

- Enjoying it?
- [Luke] "Shrinking sun,

- dismal splinters..."
- I'm loving it.

Very surprising.

[Music continues]

[Steve grunts]

[Steve sighs]

Gotcha.

Did you find what you wanted?

There was a lot to Wade through.

Sorry I couldn't be more help.

We did find this though.

It's a letter you wrote to
oswald in November 2001.

You thank him for
sending in his material

but you can't offer
him representation

because you think his poetry is

"immature and lacklustre."

There's no point mincing words.

It's all a bit confusing,
'cause we also found

this terms of engagement
letter between the two of you

from April the following year.

Yes. So?

So you turned oswald
away, and weeks after

docherty dies, you
offer him representation?

I had a spare place on my list.

That simple?

Luke sent me some new
work, it was much stronger.

Really?

Poets mature at
different moments.

Some, like dryden and
donne, get better with age.

Some hit a couple of hot
spots over a 40 year career

and others, like
wordsworth, flower early

and never recapture
the glory of their youth.

Have you ever
read "the prelude?"

No.

Don't.

"Saved by what I am
and pulled by what will be,

hollow dusk widens every day."

- [Cell phone rings]
- Ooh.

- [Luke] "Hard forged...
- Hello?

Is oswald with you?

Yeah, he's been
gassing on for hours.

His agent's a liar and he's
had a poetic transformation

since docherty died, so
it's time we had a little chat.

Will you ask him to come in?

With pleasure.

Are you insinuating I
killed my dearest friend

to steal his poetry?

It's something
we're considering.

Your poem "wild
strawberries" contains the line:

"Naked we were, pure in rapture.

Let me be still in your heart."

It does.

Sean docherty
wrote that in 1998.

Says who?

You're denying you
stole the line, then?

Sarah Powell told
you that, didn't she?

You do know she's slightly
conflicted when it comes to Sean?

So you knew about their affair?

I was too polite to say.
Seeing as she's telling tales...

Were you jealous
of Sean's talent?

Yes.

He was a natural, whereas
you had to work much harder.

Did that make you angry?

It made me full of admiration

and proud to be his friend.

So how come his
words are in your work?

This is ridiculous.

Sean was 22 when he
died. Brilliant though he was,

no poet produces real
quality until they're much older.

What about wordsworth?
He was at his best

when he was young. Have
you read "the prelude?"

Of course I have.

Boring, isn't it?

What I mean is, it's
hardly worth me killing him

for a few pages of juvenilia.

Hmm? Wouldn't
it be better for me

to wait 'til he was older
to get my hands on

a real, decent body of work?

Why did you run away when
we started asking you questions?

I went away to write.

You've got a habit of heading
for the hills, haven't you?

When I first met you,
you were very chatty

until my colleague started
asking you about gourkan ozil.

I told you, I don't know him.

You left as soon as his
name was mentioned.

I had a taxi waiting.

[Sandra] Where
do you go to write?

I'm not telling you.

I'd advise that cooperation
is the best strategy here.

I've never told
anybody where I go,

that's the whole point of having
somewhere secret to write.

I don't want you
disappearing again,

is that understood?

You can't stop me from working.

If I need to go
away, I'll go away.

You approached Roxanne
Guthrie in September 2001,

she turned you down,
but she signed Sean.

And lo, six weeks
after his death,

you approached her again,
this time she took you on.

Why the change?

Well, you'd have
to ask her that.

[Sandra] She
said you got better.

And she'd be right.

Those pieces I
sent her were insipid.

I was impatient, immature.

A callow, coltish,
privileged boy.

Unlike Sean.

He'd lived.

That's what was
inspiring about him.

He made you a better writer.

- Yes.
- [Sandra] Because you stole

- his work.
- Because I loved him

so fiercely that when
he died, I became a man,

and I used my despair
to become a better poet,

and that quality
suffuses my work today.

But I would trade
all my success,

all my plaudits in a heart beat

if I knew it would
bring Sean back.

Well, it's annoying
but I think he's genuine.

He clearly adored the bloke.

Didn't stop him nicking
his poetry though, did it?

Huh, that's going
to be hard to prove.

And if you ask me who's
the more likely killer,

poetic Luke oswald or
the likes of torpal and ozil...

What about Sarah
Powell, Mara, Roxanne?

She certainly rubbed
you up the wrong way.

She's so pleased with herself,

I'm surprised she hasn't
married her own reflection.

- [Laughing]
- Oh come on,

she's got a great career,

plenty of cash, why would
she want to kill Sean?

Because she was his
rebound lover after Powell.

Maybe he chucked
her? I can't see her

taking well to rejection.

Well, she might have
stuck a knife in him

in a moment of
passion, but you know,

bash him on the head,
drag him to topal's yard,

douse him in petrol.

If she hated him badly enough.

Well, you'd have to put
Powell in the loop too.

Maybe she killed
him after she found out

he was dipping his
pen with Roxanne?

Pardon my metaphor.

[Gerry sighs and grunts]

Any luck?

I dunno. Women today.

Maybe it's your
technique, Gerry.

Nothing wrong with my
technique, thistle-face.

[Laughing]

[Phone ringing]

[Brian] You could try
a bit of poetry on her.

[Gerry] You what?

Worked wonders
for me and Esther.

Yeah. I'd read her a bit of
marvell's "coy mistress" and...

And what?

Poetry can be very effective.

Sarah Powell has
just called the station.

She claims she's being stalked.

Sorry to cause all this trouble.

[Sandra] What happened?

Someone followed
me home from the tube.

[Sandra] Why would
they want to do that?

I don't know.

Did you get a look at him?

No. Just ran in here
and locked myself in.

When I looked out, he was
standing over there by that tree.

When he saw me pick
up the phone to call you,

he ran away.

Okay, thank you.

There's a few shops
further up the road.

See if you can harvest
cctv from any of those

and also the ones
en route from the tube.

- [Police officer] Yes ma'am.
- Brian?

Can you stay for a bit?

Ah, thank you.

Well, these are Sean's.

Oh thanks.

Aha, "rainsong" again.

Mmm.

[Brian] Do you think
there's any significance

in oswald reading that today?

It's one of Sean's best poems.

Are there any
clues in Sean's work

as to what he was feeling
or doing before he died?

I've looked.

Analysed every verse, metre,
metaphor, rhyming scheme,

tried every sort of
acrostic, numerology.

Numerology?

Well, you can usually
find a hidden message

in just about anything, if
you want to badly enough.

You know, like the
Bible code fanatics,

or literary conspiracy theorists

who say that there's
a hidden sentence

in Shakespeare's
sonnets that proclaims

that "kit marlowe wrote this."

[Chuckles]

But there's none
of that in Sean's?

Sean didn't go in for
layered ambiguities,

his work's very direct.

Sadly, there's no hidden
secrets from beyond the grave.

Oswald is pretty
good, though, isn't he?

Mmm. Yes, I'd dismissed
him as a media construct

but I've really enjoyed what
I've heard of his work so far.

Here.

You can borrow
this, if you like.

[Sarah] Oh.

There's a terrific
tension in his work.

He's very big on
identity and redemption.

The healing power of nature.

I think he's exploring the re...

I'm sorry.

Would you mind
going? I feel a bit tired.

- [Door clunks]
- [Bike chain clicks]

"But soft, what bike from
yonder copper breaks?"

How was your damsel in distress?

"Brian, Brian, wherefore
art thou Bryan?"

Have you found that stalker yet?

Yeah, I've got your professor
as she comes out the tube

and I've got intermittent
coverage of her walk home

from bars, chemists,
even a hairdressers.

Yeah, but it's really
difficult to identify

anyone in particular who
looks like they're following her.

I bet it was oswald.
He's not answering again

and nor is his bloody agent.

Yeah, that makes
sense. He was rattled.

He probably left us and
went straight to find Powell.

Probably worked
out that she told us

about the missing poetry.

And he wanted to shut her up.

Yeah, so he's stalking her,
planning his next move...

And we turn up mob-handed.

Right, issue a picture.

Hold it, hold it.

Take a look at this.

What?

Blimey, it's Sean docherty!

[Steve] So who's
the body in the yard?

I've got some good
news for you Mara.

It's not Sean's body in
mehtin topal's scrapyard.

But then you knew
that all along, didn't you?

Did you not know that
she'd lied to the police?

Let us think that Sean was dead?

He's alive?

Yeah. She probably
knows where he is right now.

I don't. I swear, I don't.

Mara?

He made me do it.

Listen son. The
prison authorities

aren't gonna let you
walk with this complication

hanging over your head.
Look, we just want to know

what actually
happened in that yard.

It's not docherty, but the
bones were dressed like him,

so he's your suspect
and I'm in the clear.

So what's his
connection with ozil?

He owed him money.

Ozil had been
chasing him all day

and Sean was terrified.

Ozil, so he is
involved in all of this.

I don't know. Sean
just said that the police

would find a body with
his stuff and when they did,

- that I was to...
- Lie.

If I didn't help him, he
was gonna tell you lot

about the jobs that eoin
and him did for topal.

What jobs?

I knew that you would stop
all of your bad behaviour

if Sean wasn't around
and lead you astray.

- Where is he now?
- I don't know.

I just wanted
him out of our life.

Right, how does this sound?

Ozil is after Sean
for his debt, right?

Sean comes clean and
arranges to meet him

at the yard after hours.

So they get together at
the yard, Sean lumps him,

swaps his clothes with
him, pours petrol all over him

and then scarpers.

Could've been planning
the whole thing for months.

Yeah.

All we've gotta do now is
find the bastard and ask him.

Okay. We're saying that
he burned ozil and runs.

He's a poet who
loves a bit of nature

but he's a drinker, a gambler

and he likes a
Friday night punch up,

so where would he go?

Isle of dogs?

[Door clicks]

I can't find Powell.

She's skipped her lectures.

Hasn't been seen
since last night.

[Door knocking]

Sarah!

Sarah, are you in there?

Not unless she's been murdered.

Well, it's what
we're all thinking.

We can't wait for backup.

Okay, I'm concerned for the
safety of the person inside,

do we all agree?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Agreed.

Steve, do your thing.

Oh, okay.

[Tense music]

There we go. Sit tight.

Open sesame.

- [Gerry] Well done.
- [Brian] Sarah?

Well, she's not
strangled in the bedroom.

Or chopped up in the bath.

So what's happened to her?

She's with docherty.

What happened
here last night Brian?

Oh, we talked.

A wide-ranging literary
discussion, actually,

it was wonderful.

Although she did
suddenly ask me to leave.

The mood just changed.

I was asking her
about docherty's poems

and if they contained
any hidden meaning.

It's "rainsong."

She's noticed some kind
of message in "rainsong."

What message?

I'm not sure.

Where he is, maybe.

If we can decipher what
she saw on this poem,

we can find docherty.

All right, you stick with that.

Boys, with me.

[Door squeaking]

I reckon oswald,
docherty and Powell

are all in on this.

Yeah, I'm gonna go
to oswald's house.

He won't be there.

Nope, but it's time his
agent made herself useful.

Well, I'll get onto cctv,
see if there's any trace

of Powell leaving here
or an electronic trail.

Okay.

What about me?

I want you to track
down her phone,

tell us where she went.

We haven't got time for
a triangulation request.

You still got that contact
at mobile network?

What, Alice? Yeah.

Pay her a visit.

Oh, do I have to? She's
a bit overwhelming.

Take one for the team, Gerry.

You know, there's a lot
of similarities between this

and the supposed death of
Christopher marlowe in 1593.

'Cause marlowe had debts,
he was in trouble with the state,

and a lot of academics
reckon that he didn't die,

but faked his own death
and then subsequently...

Just spare me
the literary lecture,

we've got a man
hunt on our hands.

Yeah, but nobody can find them.

This can show us where they are.

Look, I know you feel silly
about being taken for a ride

but you've gotta
let that go now.

Get on with some proper policing

look, if we start by running
this simple Cypher text

where we replace
each letter in the poem

with the next letter
in the alphabet.

Alice! Fancy bumping into you?

You didn't call.
You're very rude.

No, but I've been ever so busy.

I've been undercover.

And I've got a
Booty like beyonce's.

No, no, no, Alice, I've been
think about you, honestly.

I've written a poem about us.

A proper poem?

"Naked, we were pure in rapture.

Let me be still in your heart."

And it bangs on
like that for a bit,

I'll tell you the rest later but

first, I need a favour.

[Lisa giggles]

No. There's no sign of them.

She must have
gone out a back exit.

All is not lost.

We can still find her with a
mono-alphabetic substitution.

We just identify a key
text and then we match that

- against...
- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

This is a long shot,
but if you apply

frequency analysis to
each letter of the poem,

you get a message.

Yes?

Yes, what?

[Doorbell rings]

[Door clicks]

Where's oswald?

He's gone away.

I know, but then tell me where.

I told you, I don't know.

But Sean phoned me,
if that's of any interest.

He wants to come out of hiding.

I presume you've told him to
hand himself into the police?

I asked him if he
was still writing.

His renaissance
would be a sensation,

but we couldn't sustain it if
his poetry wasn't up to snuff.

You do know that
oswald has been in on this

all along with Sean? I suspect

they've even been
writing together,

what do you think?

This whole affair is
becoming tiresome,

just find Sean and Luke,
do what you have to do

to sort out this
annoying imbroglio

and let the rest of us
get on with our lives.

This isn't a game any more,
I could get you 10 years

for perverting the
course of justice,

so where is oswald hiding?

Suffolk.

And that's all I know.

Oswald's in Suffolk.

Any joy with Powell on the cctv?

Not yet, but she
definitely hasn't used

her oyster or credit cards.

Well, that's either coincidence

or she knows exactly
what she's doing.

You don't think she's
been in contact with him

all this time?

Yeah, she could even have
helped him plan the escape.

Maybe she even
helped him kill ozil.

Oh, you're being ridiculous.

God, those phone companies
are a bunch of herberts.

Said it would take three
days to process my request.

We haven't got
three days, Gerry.

No, but fortunately
Alice has hidden skills.

It took her 20 minutes.

Powell's mobile phone was
last registered yesterday,

11:17, junction 30 of the a12.

That's in Suffolk, she's
gone to see oswald.

Oh, I'm a bloody fool.

Docherty and oswald really
are marlowe and Shakespeare.

I'm looking at the wrong poem.

You see, a lot of people believe

that marlowe faked his own death

and subsequently fed
his verse to Shakespeare.

There's even meta-textual
reference to the arrangement

in "as you like it."

Brian, get to the point.

Docherty's been
alive all this time

and giving his work to oswald.

In which case, all oswald's
poems are actually docherty's.

Do you see? And that's
where Powell got her clue from.

Not from "rainsong,"
but from "liminal lakes,"

which, when we
broke into her house,

was open at this page.

So what did she see?

[Brian] I'm telling you,
they're in a cottage nearby.

[Gerry] Well that
narrows it down.

There's gotta be 1000
cottages in Suffolk.

Yeah, but there's only
one that yates rented.

Docherty and Powell stayed
there once 10 years ago.

And it's in his poem.

"A decade dreaming
in a giant's bed."

These are docherty's words,
remember, in oswald's guise.

Well, that makes all
the sense in the world,

doesn't it?

They're the exact
words that Powell used

to describe their weekend
away at the cottage

that yates once rented.

Yates is the giant.

You see, the poem's
describing where docherty lives.

It's a sort of
autobiographical map

if you know they've stayed there

and this is the clincher:

"A white-brick prisoner circled
by nature's changing crown."

[Door knocks]

[Door squeaks]

Where's Sean docherty?

Did you never hear about
the man from porlock?

The entire poem "kubla Khan"
came to coleridge in a dream,

but in the process of
writing it down on line 54,

he was interrupted by a visitor.

The rest of the poem vanished.

Like ripples on the
surface of a stream.

Is there anyone
else here with you?

Nope.

Have Powell and
docherty been here?

No.

And as this is private property

and you don't appear
to have a warrant,

I'm afraid I'm gonna
have to ask you to leave.

[Gate squeaks]

[Sandra] Did you help
fake docherty's death?

This feels a lot
like harassment.

[Steve] Why don't you
answer the question?

Look, I have lots
of work to do, okay?

So either arrest me
now, or take my word for it

that I'll be at your station
at 9:00am tomorrow

to answer any questions you...

Tell us about gourkan ozil.

Do I need to call my lawyer?

We know you're alive, Sean.

You're starting to
look very foolish now.

We can wait all day.

This is embarrassing.

Yes, you do need
to call your lawyer.

It's over, Luke.

Don't tell these
people anything, okay?

Let me figure this out.

This is my mess.

It's right that it's me
who pays the price.

I'll come with you.

[Gate squeaks]

[Gate thuds]

When did you know?

Not until I read the poem.

Brian, I would've told you.

You're not living up
to the legend, Sean.

Rockstar poet, fearless
in pursuit of the truth,

but I'm not getting
any sense of that.

Perhaps you're not
so brilliant after all.

But maybe that's
why you killed ozil.

You were angry because
you couldn't live up to the hype.

It's okay. You
don't have to tell us.

Sarah's in the next room,
sweating on a conspiracy charge.

Leave her alone. She's
nothing to do with this.

Then who is?

[Steve] You're in a
world of trouble, son.

I know.

Tell me from the beginning.

I did it.

I killed gourkan ozil.

Right, Sean. Luke
says that he did it

and he wants you
to tell us the truth.

I owed ozil money.

It was only a few
hundred quid but...

He was determined
to get his flesh.

He followed me all day.

He was enjoying it, you know?

What happened?

I was frantic.

I ran to Luke's, I thought I
would be safe there, but...

Ozil smashed his way in and...

What happened then?

I got home.

I heard Sean whimpering,
the smell of blood.

He'd tied him to a chair.

He was torturing him.

He was gonna kill me.

Be under no doubt about that.

So what did Luke do?

Just went for him.

And then?

He caught him
cold with his punch.

So pure and clean that...

Just killed him.

[Gerry] So, after
he killed ozil,

they just made the
rest up on the hoof.

Pure opportunism.

And ever since, oswald's got
famous on docherty's poems.

Oswald saved his
life, I expect Sean

was quite happy with the deal.

I expect he felt a
lot safer being dead

than having half of north
London's gangsters after him.

Anyway, oswald is
determined to take the fall.

He hated his friend
being a fugitive

because of what he'd done.

Yeah, but I'm sure his lawyers
will be expensive enough

to dig him out of this hole.

[Steve] Sadly,
topal's in the clear.

Yeah, don't matter does it?

We got a result. All's
well that ends well.

Ha. That's
Shakespeare, you know.

I know, I bloody love poetry.

You know when I
went to see Alice?

She was ready to give
me a right ear-bashing.

One line of verse
and she melted.

It's bloody Viagra that stuff.

- Told you.
- Yeah.

Wasted on the likes of you.

[Upbeat music]

♪ It's all right, it's okay ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if you're old and grey ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ listen to what I say ♪

♪ it's all right, doing fine ♪

♪ doesn't really matter
if the sun don't shine ♪

♪ it's all right, I
say it's okay ♪

♪ we're getting to
the end of the day ♪