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- Morning.
- Hi.

Nice boots.

Yeah, I like to make a
good first impression.

Plus, I am not risking
the heels in this.

Right. Let's go.

Sir, this is Geoff Hamilton,

Senior Investigations
Officer, Yorks Fire Service.

DCI Alan Banks.

DS Annie Cabbot.

How are we for access?

Safe to board.

- Sir?
- Kevin.

There was a second
boat moored behind,

but it seems to have
caught fire and gone under.

There's no more bodies, though.

Second boat's owned
by British Waterways.

According to their head
office, it's unoccupied.

Right, then, Mr Hamilton.
What's the story?

By my estimate, the fire started
between midnight and 1:00 a.m.

A witness called emergency
services at 1:04 a.m.

Lives in the old lock-keeper's
house about a mile that way.

Said he heard an explosion.

Geoff, do you want
to walk us through it?

Good holiday?

- You look well.
- Thanks.

- What did you do?
- Well, nothing much.

Read a few books,
did a bit of exploring.

- On your own?
- Yeah.

The victim?

There.

Odd. Rapid smoke inhalation.

People usually fall on their
backs. This man's on his front.

He was unconscious
when the fire started?

Aye, could be.

Two weeks holiday on your own?

Meet people? Make friends?

No.

- Did you talk to anyone?
- Not really.

Weirdo.

We've got a glass here,

and what looks like it could
once have been a whisky bottle.

So maybe he was drunk.

Staggering around the
place, knocks the bottle over,

lit fag in his
mouth, falls asleep,

- ignites the booze...
- No.

That's the seat of the fire.

Streamers. Here, here and here.

An accelerant was used. This
fire was started deliberately.

We've identified the
victim as Leslie Whittaker.

Thirty-six-year-old single
man, second-hand book dealer

with a shop in Cathedral Street.

Now, it's fairly isolated
down by the canal,

so we're canvassing as far as a
three-mile radius from the locus.

Did anyone see
anything suspicious?

Anyone coming or going
from Whittaker's boat

between 11:00
p.m. and 1:00 a.m.?

Brian, the fire engine's
silent-witness camera.

Go through the footage for me.

Now, the fire was started deliberately
from inside Leslie Whittaker's boat.

Which suggests he either
knew or trusted his killer.

Now, boys and girls, we are into
the minutiae of Leslie Whittaker's life.

Friends, family, associates.

Positional statements
from anyone we can find,

filed and cross-checked onto
HOLMES via DC Templeton here.

Everybody happy? Let's go.

Better come have a look, boss.

Crime-scene guys found this hidden
in the bow of Leslie Whittaker's boat.

Okay, Keith, let's open the box.

How could you go two weeks
without speaking to anyone?

Easy. You should
try it sometime.

If this is a human body
part, I'm back to Complaints.

If you don't shut up,
you're back to Complaints.

Hello.

I'm no expert, but
that looks like a Turner.

I reckon at least 20 grand.

Well, then, we've got two
choices. If it's genuine, it's nicked.

If it's fake, we could
be looking at art fraud.

Sir, over here!

We've got a body!
It's definitely a body!

Marine Support reckons
she was on the second boat,

but it's completely broken up.

A write-off, as far
as evidence goes.

Still in her sleeping bag.

She didn't try to
escape the fire, either.

Well...

Maybe because
she was unconscious.

There's a head trauma here.

- It could be a fallen roof beam.
- No, I don't think so.

I don't know. Maybe
something shorter, sharper,

with more force and violence.

Geoff, are you sure the fire
started on Whittaker's boat?

100%.

Maybe that's to confuse us.
Maybe she was the intended victim.

Yeah, but what about
the money? The painting?

I know, but I don't want to
rule anything out just yet.

Win, ID and
background on this girl.

Find out what she
was doing on that boat

and who might have
wanted her dead.

I'll check out Whittaker's
shop. Annie, the painting.

Is it definitely a Turner?
If so, genuine or fake?

- Either way, find out its market value.
- Boss.

- All right, Ken, let's go.
- Boss.

Sir.

Thanks, Mark.

Right, we're looking for
accounts, receipts, cash, cheques,

any kind of paper trail that
would explain the money

found on Whittaker's boat.

You look well, Alan.

Have you been on holiday?

Mexico, Acapulco.

You old rascal.

Maria, when did you
last see Leslie Whittaker?

Last week.

How's that ex-wife of
yours? What's she called?

Sandra. She's pregnant
by her new partner Sean,

who's a graphic designer
and they're living in London.

Have you seen anyone
suspicious coming or going recently?

Listen, love, the line of
business that Leslie's in,

rare and antique books,

it attracts its fair
share of chancers.

Anything odd, a bit off?

Well, I didn't know he
had an interest in painting.

He'd been spending a lot
of time with Jacob McMahon.

He's an artist. A
failed artist, actually.

Bitter and twisted
and full of self-loathing.

The way you men get
in your declining years.

Maria, do you have an address
for this Jacob McMahon?

Hello?

Anyone in?

Mr McMahon? Jake?

- Morrison!
- All right, mate, just...

Calm down.

What are you doing, Morrison?

I'm not Morrison.

I'm police. DCI Alan Banks.

Jake... It is Jake, isn't it?

Why don't you just
put the gun down?

- You are Morrison.
- No.

Hey?

I had you there, hey?

You shat a brick.

You should have seen your face.

You got a licence for that?

You got a warrant to
break into my house?

- No.
- Good.

I'm going to make a complaint.

You smell burning, Jake?

Yeah. Why is that?

I don't know, but I could smell it,
too, so I'm within my rights to break in.

Danger to life and property.

I've got some questions.

- Mark Keane?
- Bastard.

- Yeah?
- DS Annie Cabbot,

Yorkshire Major Crimes Unit.

What have I done? Ho-ho!

Are you Mark Keane the art guy?

What did you expect?
Some boozy toff with a bowtie

and a bad case of gout?

Senior Curator at
the Northern Gallery,

specialist in 18th and 19th
century landscape painting.

I'm sorry, love, I've got to go.

Look, we've got a murder victim
with what could be a Turner painting

hidden in a safe
on his premises.

- So your dead man's an artist?
- That's the odd bit.

Money and painting,
possibly a Turner hidden away,

but he's a second-hand
book dealer.

Well, that makes sense.

How come?

Art forgery. It's not all
about painting, you know.

It's a big operation.

Leslie Whittaker.

You know him?

He sells books.

I like to read.

He was murdered.

Last night.

Where were you last night
between midnight and 1:00 a.m.?

Me local.

About a mile that way.

We had a lock-in.

We found a lot of money
hidden on Whittaker's boat

and what might be a Turner.

Know anything about that?

No.

Who's Morrison?

Nobody.

I were just freaking you out.

Sorry, Jake.

What for?

What I'm about to do might be considered
an infringement on your civil liberties,

but as you pulled a gun on me,

all bets are off, eh?

Thanks, mate.

Yes, Win?

Dental record hit
on the dead girl.

Christina Aspern, 19 years old.

Student at Leeds Uni.

Family live out in Harrogate.

Let's face it, having
kids is hereditary.

I mean, if your
parents didn't have kids,

chances are you won't
have any kids, either.

And when I talk of family,

I include all of you here today.

All my dear, dear friends.

And all this, the
house, the career,

this golden life of ours,

ultimately, it means nothing.

What's valuable is
the rich and rewarding

life-affirming relationships

that I have with you all.

Ah...

I'm not celebrating 60 years
on planet Earth here today.

I'm celebrating the
love and the warmth

that I feel as I look at you...

my beloved family.

Oh, bloody hell, I love you!

Hello, sweetheart.

Thanks for coming. Would
you excuse me a minute?

Hello. Thanks for coming.

Hi, I don't think we've met.

- Dr Patrick Aspern?
- Yes?

DCI Alan Banks, Yorkshire
Constabulary, Major Crimes Unit.

Is there somewhere
we could talk?

It's about your
daughter, Christina.

- A fire?
- I'm very sorry, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry. Can I
get you a coffee, tea?

No, no.

If you like, sir, I
can inform them.

My responsibility.

But thank you.

Patrick, what's happened?

Miranda, Christina's dead.

Oh.

Uh, this is Miranda, my wife.

And this is Ailsa.

Our baby.

I'm afraid I have to ask.

Can you confirm where
you were last night, sir,

between 10:00
p.m. and 2:00 a.m.?

Yes, I was here.

We were all gathering
for my birthday.

A sort of pre-party party.

The fire that killed Christina
was started deliberately.

Another person
died on the next boat

and we're not sure who
the intended victim was.

Mrs Aspern, where
were you last night?

Here. All night.

Patrick?

Excuse me.

I really am very sorry, sir.

Thanks.

Hi.

- Jeez, you gave me a fright.
- Sorry.

Listen, cutbacks,

we've decommissioned
the Arts and Antiques Squad,

so, uh, I need
some expert input.

All right. One condition.

You and me, Criterion Bar,
George Street, 8:00 tonight.

Maybe. If you tell me
what you make of this.

It's not on paper, it's on
canvas, so it's an oil painting.

Wow, you're good.

Okay.

This is Ingleborough From
Hornby Castle Terrace.

It's one of a series
of six oils Turner did

on his tour of Yorkshire
in, uh, 1816, I think.

Real or fake?

Oh, I'd need to eyeball it.

But if it is real, you've got
yourself a lost minor masterpiece.

This bad boy hasn't been
sighted since the late 19th century

when it was sold at auction
to an anonymous buyer.

Okay, so if it's real, or can be
passed off as real, how much?

Millions.

Kevin, I want you to run a
check on a Mrs Miranda Aspern.

Miranda Aspern.

Okay. Soon as. Thanks.

This way, boss.

Right, then, art forgery. It's
not all about painting, you know.

You need genuinely old
paper culled from old books,

so Whittaker might
have supplied paper.

It's an active as a line of inquiry,
but the Turner was done on canvas.

Win, Jacob
McMahon, local artist,

lives in a house out
at Jennings Field,

associate of Leslie Whittaker's.

His alibi checks out for the
night of the fire, but get on to Intel.

- Get a proper profile, yeah?
- Boss.

Also, I've sourced
some expert assistance,

- so if Mark can come in and...
- Mark?

Mark Keane, Senior Curator
at the Northern Gallery.

He's a specialist in 19th century
English landscape painting.

Win?

Mark Keane, I'll action
a disclosure check.

Here we are.

- You see that?
- Yes, sir.

- What?
- Keep talking, Tracker Joe.

Well, lucky for us, ground's muddy
and we've got protection from the trees.

Our guys reckon these tyre prints
were made within the last 36 hours,

so we should be able to get make
and manufacturer from the wheelbase...

- Now!
- What?

Oh, come on.

- Bitch!
- I know.

Thanks.

Bailey! Come on! Come on!

Clever girl!

Come on, give me
the ball! Come on.

Give me the ball.
Give me the ball!

Aw!

What's wrong?

Did you kill her?

No.

I'm coming, Bailey.

Come on! Come on, Bailey!

Come on, Bailey!
Come on! Come on!

Okay, Gerry, why were
you hiding in the woods?

Why did you run?

I don't like cops.

Where's Les? Is he okay?

Leslie Whittaker?

Yeah.

Leslie Whittaker's dead.

In a fire on Tuesday night.

A fire that was
deliberately set.

Where were you
Tuesday night, Gerry?

I were at me
mate's, playing Xbox.

His name's Declan Shannon.

Been there for the last
two days. You can check.

I didn't kill him.

Neither did Christina,
before you ask.

- Christina Aspern?
- Yeah.

I live on a boat with
her. She's my girlfriend.

According to the boat's
owner, it's unoccupied.

We were squatting.

Where is the boat?

At the bottom of the canal.

Where's Christina?

Christina died in the fire, too.

No, she...

She weren't on the boat.

She were at her
dad's on Tuesday.

It was his birthday.

I knew it.

I knew there was
something wrong.

Something wrong?

She were gonna grass
him up, to you, the police.

She said she were
gonna grass him up,

that's why she
didn't go to his party.

Grass who up?

Her dad.

So you're saying that Christina
was going to report her father,

Dr Patrick Aspern,
to the police.

- Why?
- I don't know.

They weren't talking and...

It were eating away at her,
like, really messing up her head.

She said it made her sick.

Her dad killed her.

Unlikely. The fire was
started on Whittaker's boat

and Mark Keane said the
Turner could be worth millions.

That's a lot of money
and a lot of motive.

Christina was on the end
of a violent blow to the head.

Whittaker made no
effort to escape the fire.

Neither did Christina. She
was still in her sleeping bag.

Are you really saying
Aspern killed Christina?

Or his wife, and he's
trying to protect her.

What?

I don't know, but
something's not right there.

So Aspern or his
wife killed Christina

and then went to the
trouble of setting a fire

to make it look like Whittaker
was the intended victim?

I don't know, Annie, but
here's what I do know.

You're tasked with the
art fraud line of inquiry.

Concentrate on that, please.

Patrick Aspern's due
in to identify the body.

Let's get a look at the
whites of his eyes, shall we?

DS Cabbot on DCI Banks' team.

Yeah, the tox results on...

Okay. I'll be right over.

Sixth floor.

Going down.

DS Cabbot?

Normally, this goes
directly to the SIO.

DCI Banks has tasked me
with processing the tox reports.

If you want to, uh, call him

in the middle of a
double-murder investigation,

go ahead. Speed-dial five.

Thank you.

Is there something wrong?

There's a problem
here, isn't there?

I'm not sure this is the
appropriate time or place, sir.

My daughter's dead. There
is no appropriate time or place.

Tuesday night, your house,
the night before the party.

Was Christina invited?

Of course.

But she didn't come? - No.

Why not?

I don't know.

When did you last
speak to Christina?

About a week before she died.

She was studying
public-health management.

I was giving her
some work experience.

Anything else?

We've been given to understand

that Christina was going
to report you to the police.

Well, I've done
nothing criminal,

so Christina would have no
reason to report me to the police.

Did you and Christina
have a good relationship, sir?

I'm sorry?

Did you have a good
relationship with your daughter?

Yes. I did.

I loved her.

DCI Banks?

Are you ready, sir?

Is this your daughter, sir?

Christina Aspern?

Yes.

What about her things?
Her possessions?

Still being retrieved
from the canal.

Do you think that I...

Is this head wound why you
think Christina was murdered?

She made no attempt
to escape the fire.

This could explain why.

You're wrong.

I'm a GP.

Look, the skull splinters
haven't been driven into the brain,

as would be the case with
blunt-instrument trauma.

See? They've been
forced outwards.

This is a fracture caused
by internal pressure.

These fires, they reach
temperatures of over 1,200 degrees,

at which point, the
blood, the brain boils.

Steam needs an outlet,
so it blows a hole...

in the skull.

My Christina was in the
wrong place at the wrong time,

but somebody set
that fire deliberately!

Now, you do your
job and find them.

You need to up
your game, old son.

You didn't kill her.

No.

Right, then, Christina Aspern
wasn't the intended victim

of the boat fire,
Leslie Whittaker was.

So the head trauma
wasn't the result of an attack,

but Christina didn't
try to escape the fire.

Why not?

Because she'd taken heroin.

Toxicology reports.

There was a large quantity of heroin
found in Christina Aspern's bloodstream,

but more importantly, Leslie
Whittaker had a substantial dose

of benzodiazepine
in his bloodstream.

- That's the chemical name for...
- Rohypnol.

Slipped into Whittaker's
drink, knocks him unconscious,

while the killer spreads his
accelerant and sets the fire.

Unfortunately for Christina,
she's next door, out of it on heroin.

We'll find Christina
Aspern's killer

if we focus this inquiry
on Leslie Whittaker.

Boss?

Fire engine's silent-witness
camera. You need to see this.

Here we are.

Half a mile shy of
the canal-boat fire.

Seventeen minutes past midnight,
matches the time of the murder.

The guys have enhanced
as much as they can,

but they can't make
a face on the driver.

Licence plate?

Oh, yes.

Patrick Aspern?

Miranda Aspern.

Right, so we've got unidentified
tracks near the scene of the crime.

If they match Miranda's Jeep...

Doesn't mean she had
anything to do with the boat fire.

It means she's a key witness.

That's if it was
Miranda in the car.

It could have been
Aspern himself.

Dr Aspern, Miranda,
they're hiding something.

Yeah, and you and your support
network here are taking it personally.

My office.

Okay, standard protocol
is the toxicology reports

are delivered
directly to the SIO,

but you were busy
with Patrick Aspern,

so what's wrong with me
opening an envelope for you?

This isn't about the
niceties of procedure, Annie.

It's about you strutting your
stuff in front of my support network

with the tox report.

A, they are not my
support network.

They are hard-working, dedicated
officers and are vital members

of our team, and as such,
I expect you to treat them

with your full
professional respect.

B, the toxicology report.

Don't come into a briefing
with your colleagues

and showboat like that again.

That's all.

Patrick Aspern.

Don't let this become
a pissing contest.

Sorry I'm late.

It's all right.

Drink?

White wine.

What kind?

Large.

I didn't know all that
forgery stuff still went on.

I mean, I thought you
could do x-rays and...

It's an arms race.

Us guys come up with a test,

the bad guys
find a way to fox it.

So...

When do I get to come
in and look at your exhibit?

Once we've run a
security check on you.

I should really go home.

I really should go home.

Is there someone else, Annie?

In your life?

No.

Hello, mate. It's
the silver Merc.

Thanks, Kevin.

Dr Aspern, we'd like a
word with your wife, please.

Miranda's not here.
She's gone to her mother's.

We have a warrant
to impound her car.

We'd like to interview
her as soon as possible.

- Why?
- Tuesday night,

the night Christina died,
where was your wife?

Didn't you already ask her that?
Was Christina the intended victim

or is this just some perverse
obsession with me and my family?

Tuesday night,
where was your wife?

Can I remind you, sir,
that providing someone

with a false alibi is
a criminal offence?

Would you mind keeping your filthy
black face out of my business, hmm?

Kevin, tell Forensics I want a report
on the car by the end of the day.

- Win...
- I'm fine.

- Would you like me to...
- I'll be fine, thanks, sir.

Yes, Ken?

We've got another
fire and another body.

Jake McMahon.

Thanks, Ken.