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The qualities required
to do this job remain the same -

a monogamous commitment
to our profession,

attention to detail, objectivity
and...

a good sense of smell.
LAUGHTER

After 25 years, I have become
convinced that pathology
is an art as much as a science.

(Shall we skip the evening
session and find a pub?)

(Yes.)

(Unless you want to hear...

(Dr Havillard on
"Learning to Love the Liver"?)

(No.)

(I could never learn to love
the liver again. Why?)

(Because it treated me so badly!)

This place is full of dead people
talking about dead people.

Water running down my trousers!

It's gonna rust my zip!

SHE LAUGHS

There you go. Thanks.

All that stuff about a
monogamous commitment to our
profession, it's so depressing.

She's going to say that -
she's an old prune with no children

and no friends and little
obvious social life.

Like me. What?

Well, it IS like me. I'm 30, I'm
single, I'm boringly diligent,
off-puttingly committed to my work.

I am going to be a prune. Shut up.
It's true.
I'm going to wither on the vine.

I think that would make you a
raisin. Raisin or prune, it's not
exactly what a girl dreams of

when she's growing up. You'll be
snapped up by some rich and
handsome dried fruit seller.

Exactly! The only man I'll ever
find is some loner with a fetish
for shrivelled produce. Oh, shut up.

End up stiff and cold like some
badly-wigged mannequin in a
scary local museum. Shut up!

Someone will show me as an
exhibit..."This is Dr Alexander,
our 92-year-old pathologist.

"Remarkably, Dr Alexander
is now completely desiccated,

"apart from the tiny muscles
which operate her rusty scalpel."

NOW she shuts up.

Do you think we order at the bar
or do they come to us?

Morning.
Morning.

Get home OK last night?
Mm-hm. You?

Yep. Last tube.

Sleep well?
Like a baby.

Some babies don't sleep.

This one did.

Hi. How was the conference?

Any cutting-edge trends
I should be aware of?

We learned you can't have a life
and be successful. Oh, we should
all go far, then.

How was the great Dr Havillard?

Missed it. Nikki?

I missed it too.

Well, you were both
at the conference...?

Mm-hm.

Yeah.

Right. Um, I need to get to a scene.
Harry, could you take a look
at this tox report? Yeah.

William Mackie. Died two days ago.

Natural causes -looked like -
and then these extremely high
levels of morphine showed up. OK.

Right. See you, then.

I'm going out for dinner tonight.

Where?
I don't know. Do you want to come?

Mm-hm.

Good.

Thank you.

Just check all the tapes are OK,
yeah? ..Professor Dalton? Hi.
Detective Superintendent Nic Hills.

Come in.

Sir. Thank you.

It's quite something, this.

The deceased called
himself Jimmy Triangle.

He's got a real name, James Wilkins.
He was found at 7am this morning.

Jimmy's one of these, um...
What do call them?

Conception artists.
Conceptual, even.

Whatever.

It's not water lilies.

HE SNIFFS
Formaldehyde.

We know. We had the place
locked down for Hazchem until
the HPA gave us the all-clear.

It took me a while to see
which was the real one.

All the dummies have
bullet wounds too.

Oh, there's an extra
head in there as well.

Not a real one.
And Ballistics are on their way.

Splash marks are
consistent with a fall
into the tank from the scaffold.

Blood spatter looks
about right for the gunshot.

Bullet's in the wall over there.

SOCO will recover.

Blood?

You'd better do a swab. You put
up with this stench every day?

Smells like quite a weak solution.

Better take samples from
the top, middle and bottom.

I wonder if anyone joined him
on the climb up there.

It's nice and dusty.

He's barefoot, we may get a mark.

De-constructing this is
going to be quite interesting.

Hard to know where the art
stops and the crime scene starts.

Someone's had a party.

Looks more like the staple diet
to me. Who found the body?

Name's Luke Crispin. Says he got a
call from Jimmy in the middle
of the night, about 3am.

Came to check on him
at seven and found all this.

Professor Leo Dalton, forensic
pathologist. Do you know the victim?

I own most of his work.

Including this. I understand
Jimmy called you last night.

He left a message, yes. I played
it this morning when I got up.

He...he sounded weird, and
I thought I should just
check and see he was OK.

What did he say? Not much.

He said the work was ready and
then he added it would be his last.

Do you still have the message? Yes.
Timed?

Yes.
About three this morning, I think.

Can you tell me what
happened when you got here?
Exactly how you remember it.

Uh...I got here about seven,

and the place was open.

Jimmy never locked it.

I couldn't see much.

There was incense burning
but no sign of anyone.

It was like
being on a stage without actors.

Jimmy's latest offering
was by the sanctuary.

At first, I thought, "This is
a bloody good piece of work."

Then I saw that the stupid prat
had included himself in it.

All over a bad review.

What do you mean?

Well, after his last exhibition,
one critic wrote that he hoped

the death of the conceptual artist
was just around the corner.

What do you see in this stuff?

It takes a little imagination.

You must have a very big gaff.

Yes. Actually, I've got three.

One for the art, one for my ex-wife
and one for minding my own business.

Would you mind giving us
samples of fingerprints and DNA?

Just for elimination purposes.

Stupid prat.

It was his best work.

I booked the Kowloon Kitchen
for eight.

Great. Well, you don't have to come.
I WANT to come.

Good. And for the 50th time, you are
sitting at my desk. Does it matter?
Yes, it does. Stand up. Stand here.

Take five paces back,

take two steps to your left.

Sit down and
familiarise yourself with the
foul detritus of your workplace.

PHONE RINGS

Pathology.

It is.

Mm-hm.

OK. I'll be down in five minutes.

Someone's died, apparently.

Hi. Harry Cunningham.
DCI Grant Ambrose.

Hi. What's this? RTC?

She was found at the wheel of a
car that crashed in Richmond Park.

Didn't look like a high-speed
impact, so Traffic thought
it might be a bit iffy.

Strong smell of alcohol in the car.
She had those in her handbag.
Can you unzip her, please?

Ah. Dosulepin.

Bog-standard antidepressant.

Excuse me a second. What's her name?

ID in her bag says she's Penny
Harris. She's 36. No formal ID yet.

Car registered to her husband.

Husband's name? Edward.

Dr Cunningham? Wait a minute.

Nikki, can you take
over in there, please?

Sure. What is it?

Sorry about that. I'm Dr Alexander.

Nikki. Ambrose. DCI.
Harry's asked me to take over.
I don't know what happened.

He took one look at her,
went very pale, then left the
room like he was going to throw up.

That's odd. He's not exactly
squeamish. There's nothing to
be squeamish about.

Do we know who she is?
She's Penny Harris.

Waiting for her husband to do an ID.

OK? Yeah. Fine.

Sorry. Do you want to carry on?

No. I can't. I knew her.

We were at college together, so...
Blimey.

So obviously it would be
inappropriate for me to do it.
So can you take it on? Sure.

We'll put her in refrigeration
until we have the husband's ID.

Found these.

I have nightmares about that
happening. It's always my dad
on the slab.

You've gone green around the gills.
How well did you know her? I went
out with her.

For about a year.

Sorry.

Do YOU get it...this?

I think it's saying something
about art and death, maybe.

No wonder he wanted
to shoot himself.

We don't know that.

So who's this meant to be?

It's his agent.
Says he works here, ma'am.

I'm Eggie Owen, Jimmy's assistant.

What the hell happened?

I'm Detective Superintendent Hills.

This is Professor Dalton,
forensic pathologist.

When did you last see Jimmy?

Yesterday. I was working here with
him all day. We almost finished.

I left him about nine o'clock
last night. Where did you go?

I went to Brighton for the night.
I was meeting some mates.

How was Jimmy when you left him?

He seemed quite happy.
He was excited about finishing this.

How long ago did you
start making this?

Four weeks ago. The day after he got
slammed by the reviewers.

Thought it was the
best way to answer them.

What's with the head?
Oh, it's supposed to be
his agent, Julian Bickley.

Jimmy felt Julian didn't do
enough for him to earn his 15%.
He was here yesterday.

No way, absolutely not! You're
getting your 15%. So what do I tell
people about it?

Tell them this work will put
Jimmy Triangle in the Tate.

You usually have to be dead
to get that invite.

Can you think of anyone
who would want to kill Jimmy?

A lot of people disliked him.
He always said what he thought.

He's all yours.

Body's ready, Professor Dalton.

Better take a look at the original.

Anything in his pockets? Nothing.

That looks good for the exit wound.

OK.

MUSIC PLAYS

Mr Harris? Yeah?

I'm DCI Ambrose.

May I come in?

Sorry, where did you say it was?

Richmond Park.

I'm sorry we didn't
get to you sooner.

We had trouble finding you.

I was in Birmingham overnight.
I had a meeting.

I knew something had happened.

Do you know where your wife
might have been yesterday evening?

Or why she was driving
through Richmond Park?

No. I don't know.

What about family?

Any children?

I have to tell her parents.

I'm sorry, but you'll have to
come in and formally identify her.

I don't know how you can
stand this smell. Formaldehyde's
made his skin stiff.

It's going to be hard to be
precise about time of death.

Well, we know it's between three -
when the deceased called Crispin -
and seven, when Crispin found him.

What about tox? The formaldehyde
might also interfere with the
tox interpretations.

If I take enough samples,
we should be OK.

We have a wound on the left foot...

two centimetres across,

which could
be consistent with him striking
himself on the glass as he fell.

You see the skin's grazed off.
Be good to see if there
are any traces on the tank.

And there is a wound of
one-centimetre regular diameter
of the upper right temple.

The skull has been forced in
and splintered, indicating
that this is the entry wound.

There's some tattooing.

And there are some flakes
of propellant embedded in the skin.

The gun was close
but not pressed against the skull.

In fact, I'd say the gun was
no more than 25 centimetres away.

So...yes,
he could have shot himself.

We have another wound
on the upper left temple,

two to three centimetres across,
with an irregular edge, suggesting
that this is the exit wound.

Can I have the forceps, please?

The gun certainly had some oomph.

Which would match the nine-mil
we recovered from the tank.
Straight across, right to left.

The lungs are hyper-inflated.

He could have drowned
in the formaldehyde.

Gunshot across the frontal lobe
might not have killed him outright.

There's haemorrhage
in the lung parenchyma.

Blood in the lung tissue.

Probably caused by the
toxicity of the liquid.

So the formaldehyde
finished him off?

Cause of death could have
been a gunshot, but I'd put
my money on him drowning.

Christ! Whatever happened
to jumping off tall buildings(?)

John, have you got those results
from the William Mackie samples?
Yeah.

There you go. Thanks.

Oh, Harry. Yeah. I heard what
happened. Oh, yes.
Occupational hazard, I suppose.

Did you know her well?

Long time ago.

Even so, it's not very nice.

Oh, Nikki asked me to tell you,
the SIO's brought the husband in.

Oh, right. Thanks.

Shall I tell him you're here?

I should say something, shouldn't I?

I'll talk to him afterwards. OK.

I'm sorry.

Edward.

Harry.

What are you doing here? I work here.

That's extraordinary. I know.

I'm so sorry about Penny.

Yeah.

You haven't changed.

Nor have you.

So, you're...

doing what you always said you'd do.
Yeah. Yeah.

I can't believe...

So what happens now?
Do you have to cut her up?

There'll be a postmortem.
Imagine you having to cut her up.

It won't be me, Edward. We can't
do it if we know the person.

I should have seen it coming.

What do you mean?

She hadn't...

she hadn't been herself.

If you know something
that could help,

you should say.

I'll go into the office.

Hi.

Yes, Mr Harris?

I think she was seeing someone.
You THINK she was seeing
someone, or you know it?

I know it. I saw it.
I don't know why.
I still don't understand why.

I found out by accident.

She did yoga every week, and last
week she left her house keys behind,

so I went down there to
drop them off. But she wasn't there.

She hadn't been there for two months.

'I didn't say anything.

'But yesterday, I followed her.'

'She met this guy,
and they talked for ages.'

'I felt a bit stupid spying
on my own wife.'

'And then?'

Then she kissed him goodbye
and left.

Nothing more?

Did you confront
Penny about any of this?

No. I went home I got the car and
drove to Birmingham for my meeting.

Didn't want to rock the boat. I was
afraid she might have another
thing - breakdown.

She was very fragile.

They've matched the bullet in the
wall to the gun in the tank,
but no joy tracing it.

Any prints? Mostly smeared,
but we've got three partials.

Right middle two and ring.

I've got analysis of the writing
on the side of the tank. Blood?

Yes, and no.

Inverted sugar syrups, water,
glycerol, FD and C yellow.
Which is...?

Stage blood.

Frank, what have you got for us?

Apologies
for the poor draughtsmanship.

Not bad.

Don't forget to sign it(!)
SOCO found Jimmy's foot marks

on the scaffold and a sliver of skin
on the edge of the tank here.

Matching the wound on his foot.
We're pretty sure the formaldehyde
splash marks are consistent

with the deceased standing at
the top of the scaffold, square on
to the tank,

falling forward into the liquid. But
he shot himself temple to temple.

So how come the blood ended up
behind him? Ah! There's the puzzle.

His head was turned
90 degrees to the left.

So what was he looking at?

If I went to Birmingham, my wife'd
be phoning to check I was there.

And I would have to say "good night"
to the kids. You got any photos?

Your wife looks remarkably
awake and well. What's her secret?

There's two cleaners,
four baby-sitters,
and all six are masseurs.

Six kids! How do you stay sane?
Music.

Headphones. You're a lucky man.

What's it look like?

For Edward, you mean?
Yeah. He's got motive.

I've asked Midlands to check the
hotel in Birmingham, confirm he was
there. So it's not straightforward?

Hang on. We don't know anything yet.
I haven't even done the PM.

I think we can manage.
It's probably best if I just
leave this to you guys, isn't it?

Yeah. It probably is.

Harry! By the way, whose car?
To the restaurant? You do still
do want to go, don't you?

Yeah. I've got mine if you want.
Or we can take yours.

Yeah. Fine. Which, then?

Whichever.

Mine? Better music? OK.

You about to start the PM?

Yeah.

The body is that of a
well-nourished female, identified to
me by DCI Ambrose as Penelope Harris,

consistent with the stated age of 36.

I need full toxicology -
blood, urine,
stomach contents, vitreous and hair.

No obvious sign of head trauma.

Some small contusions around
the nose consistent with impact
with an inflating airbag.

The airbag had been deployed, but
there wasn't much damage to the car.

Doesn't seem she was going fast, so
Traffic brought us in. Let's get
Neuro to look at the brain.

No obvious puncture marks,

grip marks or bruises.

No sign of contusions
from a seat belt.

Wasn't fastened when we found her.

There are petechial haemorrhages
in the eyes.

Slight smell of alcohol in the mouth.

There's some blood on the right
lateral border of the tongue.

Could be a bite mark.

No sign of injury
or bruising to the jaw.

I think she bit her tongue.

I think this makes Jimmy's
intentions sound pretty clear.

It's his message off
Crispin's answer machine at 3.06.

'Your work is ready.
And my final work is complete.

'Goodbye.'

Sounds fairly unambiguous to me.
Troubled artist with career
on skids takes own life.

PHONE RINGS

It looks that way.

Certainly sounds that way.

Hills.

OK.

Bad news. No match
for the prints from the gun.

They don't belong to Mr...Rectangle?

Triangle.

And they don't belong to Mr Crispin
or to the assistant, Eggie Owen.

Stomach contents.

Colour and smell
suggestive of red wine.

I can see three tablets
in a minimally degraded state,

probably consumed
close to the time of death.

There is also a powdery residue...

..which I can't identify.

Send these for analysis as well
as the rest of the stomach contents.

Externally, the heart looks normal.

We've got four hours between the
message and Crispin finding Jimmy.

The place was left open. Someone
could have done it then. Anyone.

So what have we got?
Owen was in Brighton.

He arrived about 11,
and we've got 20 witnesses
saying he partied till dawn.

Crispin's wife
says he was at home all night.

Course, he could have done it
himself before calling the police
and then pretended to find the body.

Prints weren't on the gun.

What about the head?

Mr 15%? Yeah.

I haven't been able
to get that head out of my head.

Going to have nightmares about it.

Detective Superintendent Hills?

Yes.

How do you do?
Julian Bickley.

Sir Laurence Wilkins.

Jimmy's father. Oh!

I notice you don't have
any of Jimmy's works here.
I don't have the room.

Thank God.

You don't like his stuff?
Not really.

Can't say I blame you.

But you do represent him?

I did it as a favour. For his father.

It's something I regret.
Even though he made a good living?

All you need is someone with
a taste bypass and a lot of money
who thinks you're a genius.

Jimmy had the ideal patron
in Luke Crispin.

Jimmy's done all right.

And you too, presumably?

Jimmy resented you
taking your share?

I've done my time,
standing around at empty exhibitions.

You could never accuse
Jimmy of being nuanced.

It's a sad way to end things.

But I'm not surprised.

It seems that Jimmy may not have
taken his own life after all.

We think
he might have been murdered.

Murdered?

Can you think of anyone
who would want to kill Jimmy?

I used to joke with Jimmy
that his work would be more
valuable if he were dead.

Which would be good
for Luke Crispin...?

Yes, I suppose it would be.
How much would he make?

Well, he owns every major piece that
Jimmy ever did. It's hard to say.

But there have to be easier ways
of making money.

Like being an agent?

Just kidding. It would be helpful
to have a set of your prints.

I'm doing the rounds of anyone
who visited the studio
over the last two weeks.

Oh, yes.

Where do you want me
to put my...finger?

This just turned up on the internet.

And...

this.

We can't use the pics,
but I thought you might be able
to knock out a piece.

They say you tipped him
over the edge, Seth.

You don't know that.

It's written in blood. Here.

Oh, come on.

Artist kills himself after critic
murders him in print. It's perfect.

It's not perfect. It's tragic,
and I use that word advisedly.
I have no desire to...

dance on his grave.

Don't you think
it deserves a response?

I made my peace with Jimmy.

It's sad, but I don't owe him
a hagiography.

Someone else will do it. Let them.

I'm an art critic,
not a writer of obituaries.

You have been known
to be both those things, Seth.

What do you think?

I think I'm going
to have the bass with ginger.

Good choice.

I meant the autopsy. Sorry.

It's all right.

Well, there was
no major sign of injury.

No evidence of asphyxia. All the
organs were undamaged. I don't think
she died from the crash.

The bitten tongue points to a
seizure, and that and the pills
suggest an overdose. Don't you think?

Hmm.

I saw you watching the PM. Yeah.

So, how serious were you and Penny?
Uh...

Yeah. Serious.

Quite...quite intense.

Love-of-your-life intense
or youthful-fling intense?

Bit of both, really.
We were, you know, we were
at college and young and 18 and...

passionate.

What was she like?

Quite wild

and quite glamorous.

Her stepfather is Max Wheaton,
the organic food millionaire.

Rich heiress. Good.

So what happened? I grew up and got
a job and became bitter after five
years and twisted after ten.

No, I meant
how did it end with Penny?

We moved on. New pastures.

Like restless cows.

Sorry. Hi.

Anything good? Goldfrapp. Here.

I'm a sad, middle-aged git, trying
to communicate with a teenage
daughter.

She's great! It helps psyche me
up for difficult conversations.

You ready for this one?
Is Edward really a suspect?

The hotel in Birmingham
confirmed he checked in at seven.
Nobody saw him after that.

What did the autopsy say?

Dr Alexander?

We're waiting for the tox report
before making
any definite conclusions.

However, it's possible
that she died of an overdose.

These pills were found in the car.

Do you recognise them? She'd been on
them for ages. Dosulepin doesn't
mix well with alcohol.

I'm presuming your wife knew this.
Of course she did.

'Can you think why your wife
might have taken her own life?'

Do you think that it had something
to do with that relationship?
I don't know.

Had she been unfaithful before? No.

No.

'There's something else
I should have told you.

'She left a message.

'I picked it up when I got back from
Birmingham, and she sounded
strange.'

Drunk. What did she say? "Whatever
people may say, I'm not a hussy."

Those were her last words to me.

'Has there been any incident
in the past where your wife
tried to commit suicide?'

We need to know if she has
any history that might
point to such an action.

Years ago, during college,
she took an overdose.

But she hasn't tried anything since?
No.

Do you know why she took
an overdose back then?

Ask your friend Harry.

What do you mean?
What, he hasn't told you?

No, don't suppose he would.

MUDDIED, INDISTINCT SHOUTING

SHE SCREAMS

Have you seen these on the internet?

Certainly have.

Are they our SOCO shots?

They must be.
They're our scales and everything.

We're investigating the breach.
I've spoken to the SOCO
in question, Stephanie Gibbs.

One way of getting your work in
front of a wider audience. I imagine
Jimmy would have been delighted.

Hi. I had a look at the crash site.
It is an awkward corner.

She could easily have been blinded
by an oncoming car. We've been
talking to Edward this morning. And?

And...he talked about what happened
when you finished with Penny.
Oh, what did he say?

He said she took an overdose
the week you left her.

What?! Apparently he found her.

You...weren't in the country.

I didn't know that.

Truly,

I didn't know that.

He thinks I'm responsible?

Yes, mate, I do mind holding.

It's making my arm ache.

Have you got it or haven't you?

Positive for marijuana and alcohol.
KNOCKING

Can I borrow your Levi? Sure.

How's the case going?

Inquest this afternoon.

You and Harry OK?

Yeah. Fine. Why?

Well, I'm here.

If you want to talk about anything.

Thanks.

About bloody time.

Julian Bickley's prints don't
match those we found on the handgun.
We're running out of fingers.

What do you make of that?

What's the spec on this? It's
a standard DV tape from a mini-cam.

That's Jimmy's studio.
'You can't see me or what I do
without seeing my father.

'Your father was a great artist.

'You are not.

'You won't give me a chance. You've
already decided before you
see the work, that you detest it.

'No, I look at your work,
and it leaves me cold.

'You hate new art.

'There's no need to speak of new art.

'If it's art, it's new. Yes!

'I want recognition, fame even,
but does that mean I'm not a serious
artist? You need an audience, too.

'I'm not so obviously
desperate about it.

'Or so willing to try
anything to attract their eye.

'You...you effectively said
you'd be happy to see me die.

'Yes,

'that's one way of putting it.'

He's an opinionated git.

He's paid to be an opinionated git.

First the internet shots and now
this. Somebody somewhere
is messing us about.

Could've been anyone with
a DV-cam and a laptop. I'm going to
check out the studio.

This was Jimmy's talk table here.

Did you know Jimmy
filmed his conversation with Jewell?

I knew Jewell was coming in,
but I wasn't here when they met.

He filmed every conversation
he had at this table.

He had a camera hidden in here.

What about the tapes?
Have you got those?

Yeah.

He was going to put it all together
and make a video installation. What
a palaver.

Think Rolf Harris makes life
this difficult for himself(?)

Who knows what Rolf's
got in his locker.

Don't you guys ever lock anything?

Anyone could have taken those.

No. Jimmy took the view that as he
was always nicking other people's
work, they could nick his.

OK, see you there.

That was Ambrose.
Edward's alibi checks out.

He WAS in a restaurant in Birmingham.

So he's in the clear.

I'm off to the inquest.
Are you going to come? I don't know.
Her parents are going to be there.

I'll just sit at the back. They
probably won't even recognise me.

Dr Alexander, on the background
evidence so far, are you able
to give a cause of death?

I won't be in a position to say
until all the results from the
laboratory analysis come in.

However, in the absence of
any traumatic cause of death,

a toxicological one
remains a possibility.

Why do we have to go
through all of this?

They just need to say
what the findings are.

Max, I just want to see
our daughter laid to rest.

I see HE'S here.

I don't see why he had to come.

He's hardly aged.

DCI Ambrose,
have you anything to add?

I'm investigating other lines of
enquiry, sir. Thank you. Well,
I will adjourn the inquest,

pending the outcome of the
toxicology reports
and your enquiries.

Other lines of enquiry? It might be
nothing. But it's worth a look.

The bar where Penny met her lover
has turned up some CCTV tapes.
Do you know who he is?

We've made a sketch from the tapes,
and I've got Uniform leafleting
colleges and universities.

But I won't get much
manpower for a likely suicide.

The timecode says it's 1.15
the day before yesterday.

The day she died.

She is striking.

Like a 1940s film star.

They carry on like this for a while.
We can forward this bit.

And stop.

She's drinking fairly steadily.

Doesn't look intoxicated.

Maybe she killed herself
out of guilt at having this affair.

She doesn't look like someone
who's about to end her life.

She was very beautiful. Wasn't she?

The guy on the CCTV's her lover?

Ambrose thinks so, yeah.

Says here she was parous os? Mm-hm.
But they didn't have children. The
opening of the cervix was parous os.

She had definitely given birth.

No, no, no.

She was with Edward for 12 years.
They did not have children.

Maybe she had a stillbirth.

Thanks for calling us. Well, he
certainly looks like your sketch.

If it is him,
he sometimes stops along here.

The kid who normally lives
here, he's off backpacking
in Tibet or something.

But your boy, he comes to bunk on his
floor sometimes. So he is a student?

Yes. I think so, but not here.

Somewhere up north, I think he said.

His name's...Simon.

He seemed like a nice kid.

Thanks. Can I take a look around?

OK. Well, you know
where I am if you need me. OK.

"Commercial..."

"Comm..." Hey!

"Wheatons"?

"Wheatons"?

Max Wheaton.

"Despite Wheatons
being set for takeover
by food conglomerate Panchos,

"founder and shareholder Max Wheaton
was unavailable for interview
owing to a family tragedy."

BEEPING

MOBILE RINGS

Max. 'Hi.' Who is this?

An angry shareholder.

Well, as I have already said
at the board meeting, I am confident
that the Wheaton brand values

will remain and that Panchos will
maintain the ethos and style which
marked Wheatons out as special.

What about your family?
Are they going to benefit?
That's none of your business.

Now you don't have to give your
stepdaughter the money she asked for.

You don't have any stake
in this family.

I think you know I do.

I understand you met with Jimmy
at his studio last week.

Can you tell us
why you met him and what happened?

He invited me for a reconciliation
cup of tea. Tea?

Yes.

He wanted to bury the hatchet -
HIS phrase.

He felt I had a personal antagonism,
that I didn't understand his art.

I had nothing personal against Jimmy.

I quite liked him, but I found his
work crass, lacking in substance.

Like him, it was becoming
increasingly shrill,
desperate to be noticed.

And how did the meeting go? Well,
it was more civil than I expected.

I was honest with him.
It was heated at times, but I never
budge from my essential position.

No, we managed to talk, even...

discuss things in a...platonic way.
You mean it was a friendly meeting?

Under the circumstances, yes.

You know he filmed you?

No.

Have a look at this.

Not sure
it's MY definition of friendly.

'You can't see me or what I do
without seeing my father.

'Your father was a great artist.

'You are not.'

What do you want?
I need to talk to you.

She'd had a child.

The postmortem showed
she'd had a child.

What?! Did she have a child?

No. Are you sure? We couldn't have
them. I couldn't have them. Ever
think she might have had one before?

I think I'd know about
something like that.
You didn't know about her affair.

How bloody dare you?!

Right, I'll tell you something. I
found her when she tried to kill
herself. Where were you?

You were skiing!

I knew nothing about that.
Why do you think she left that term?

I didn't know what had happened!

It was over,
and she didn't want to see me!

I had no idea! No. Course not, no.

When it got difficult, you got out.

Oh, shut up! That's it, walk away.
You're good at that, aren't you?!

I was there for her! I loved her!

'You effectively said

'you'd be happy to see me die.

'Yes, well,
that's one way of putting it.'

Yes, well, it's disappointing
he filmed me without asking.

That said, I'd say
it's been very artfully edited.

Meaning? It's been made to make
someone like you think that
I am contemptuous of Jimmy.

And why would they do that?

I've no idea.

But it barely contains anything that
we discussed, except the negative.

It's obviously been cut to set me up.

Typical Jimmy.

It has his...stamp of artifice.

We'll need to take your prints.

And a sample of your DNA.

Am I seriously under suspicion here?
This will help us find out.

I'm beginning
to think they're ALL tossers -

the people who make the art,
the people who sell it,
the people who buy it

and the people who write about it.

Try not to let your many prejudices
interfere with your work, Nic.

I think Jewell is interesting.

Something he said
about the film being cut up.

The artifice. Typical Jimmy.

And he writes it here, too.

"You never get a sense of the
authentic with Triangle,
just the artifice."

And? Yes!

We've got a match
for the prints from the gun.

They're Seth Jewell's.

What?! Oh, that doesn't make sense.

It was Jewell who ruined Jimmy's
career, not the other way round.
He hasn't got a motive.

Evidence places the gun that killed
Jimmy Triangle in Jewell's hand.

You've been a consistent thorn in
the side of the current art scene,

most recently and notoriously
in the case of Jimmy Triangle.

Some say you've adopted
a stance that conforms
to the Middle England prejudice

of the paper you write for...
If there's one thing I detest
more than bad art,

it's the notion
of a Middle England.

I mean, where is that?

Can you show me on a map?

I'm not sure such a place exists.
Well...

I don't despise
the current art scene.

And I didn't have a vendetta
against Jimmy Triangle.

I just try and respond honestly to
whatever it is I'm asked to look at.
Great.

OK, let's cut there.

Mr Jewell,
you are under arrest for the
suspected murder of Jimmy Triangle.

You don't have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence...
Hang on. Hang on one moment.

Keep filming. You can sell
the tape and call it art.

What do you want from me?
I want you to admit what you've done.

Well, it's too late now.
You're responsible. So are you.
She was fine until you appeared.

Without you, none of this would have
happened. Oh, that's right.
Walk away. Pretend I don't exist.

Harry? Ambrose just called me.

Edward just called him,
complaining you went round
and had a row with him.

What the hell are you doing?!
Please tell me what is going on.

Do I have to tell you everything?
If it helps this case, yes.
Is everything OK here? ..Fine.

I don't care what you've done. I
don't mind what happened with Penny.

The only thing that scares me
is you not talking to me.

If she had a child,

there's a good chance it was mine.

What?

When we were at university,
she got pregnant,

and I asked her to have an abortion.

That's why the relationship ended.

She said she didn't
want to be with someone

who could ask such a thing.

And after we split, I went away.

When I came back,
she still wouldn't see me.

And I just assumed she'd had it -
the abortion.

Even if she did have a child,
it doesn't mean that she had yours.

I'm going to find out.
Shall I come with you? No!