Good Morning Lemmings New Tricks

Arrived at the major crime unit this morning, ready for action. This is my world.

Feels like the calm

before the storm.

But I know that I'll be kicking down doors before long.

Oh, no! Come on, Brian, come on think, think, think.

On my way in this morning

I played a game that keeps me sharp.

Spot the criminal.

It's a game I always win.

Cop is in my DNA.

-Morning.

-Crying out bloody loud!

What's the matter, Brian?

I'm struggling to distil what happened to me this morning down into under 140 characters.

-Characters?

-Yeah, letters and spaces.

-What are you talking about?

-Twitter.

-Oh, gawd.

-There's a countdown thing tells you how many characters you've got left.

-Turns red when you get below ten, which is actually quite intimidating.

-Brian!

I have been watching you all morning and I can sum up what you have achieved in six characters. Sod all.

Seven.

You forgot the space.

# It's all right, it's OK

# It doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, you're doing fine

# It doesn't really matter if the sun don't shine

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# We're getting to the end of the day! #

Must be roundabouts. That's twice you went wrong at a roundabout.

I was doing what you told me.

You were not doing what I told you, at all.

-Well, we're here now.

-I said go left

and you went right. What do you expect, you're dyspraxic.

-I'm what?

-Dyspraxic.

Sorry, guv, the sat nav went wrong.

-I didn't!

-It's the longest bleeding shortcut ever.

-Where's Jack?

Trying to get hold of some CCTV tapes.

Right, over the last few nights,

these and six other high-profile locations have been defaced with the same graffiti.

Who's Flak?

Flak, the graffiti artist, you know

the one who did the philosophical comments on modern life.

-Real name, Danny Tyler. Follow me.

-Flak.

His body was found four years ago dumped down by those tracks.

-Cause of death?

-Head trauma from a blunt instrument.

Autopsy states that he'd been in a fight and was moved round about an hour after his death.

Danny Tyler's street art goes for big bucks now, you know.

-I've read about it. He's famous.

-I've never heard of him.

He did that, Good Morning Lemmings graffiti, that you saw coming off the M4 at Hammersmith.

It summed up perfectly the existential angst of the average commuter.

Well, maybe some poor sod who'd been stuck in traffic for five days on the trot

didn't want his angst to be pointed out by some smart-arsed vandal.

Narrows it down to a few million suspects.

Look, you're both missing the point. He was funny.

-He made you smile.

-That's where they found him. His body was thrown off this bridge.

Now the original investigation never got full co-operation from the graffiti community

so eventually it just ran out of steam.

Look at that,

I killed Flak.

Mr Tyler?

That's me.

Detective Superintendent Pullman.

This is my colleague Gerry Standing. We'd like to talk to you about the death of your son.

-A Southpaw.

-What do you reckon, five eight, five ten?

Male or female?

Hard to tell in those clothes.

Think he or she is trying to tell us something?

I always knew it was one of those vandals that killed him.

They were jealous. Danny was better than them.

-His success made them feel like failures.

-So are you saying that he acted like he was better than them?

No, he just was. That's why he's the one they write books about.

His mother died when he was a baby and you raised him alone. That must have been really hard.

-I had no choice, did I?

-You must have been doing something right if he bought you that.

Danny bought me this when he was seven, before he knew any better.

He was ten or 11 before he chucked it against the wall.

-Why?

-I'd been drinking and not turned up to something that important. Can't remember what, exactly.

-Things were never the same between us after that.

-According to the original investigation,

Danny never made a will, so you being the next of kin inherited his estate.

Yeah, that's right.

I know what you're thinking.

What happened to it?

I gave it to charity.

If Danny had made a will he wouldn't have left any of it to me.

Now then...

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Yes, double figures.

-What is?

-My followers.

I've got ten of them now.

-Same clothes, same build, same person.

-Busy hoodie.

-Yeah, who knew where the body was dumped.

Now is there any connection between him and Kevin Magz Humphreys

or Gail Begga Shaw, Jason Konz Bishop

and the deceased, Danny Flak Tyler, otherwise collectively known as The Maze Crew.

Do the intel, Brian, I want to know where they were

at those times on Wednesday and Thursday night.

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11!

Look at that.

Why?

-He's left-handed.

-He's ambidextrous.

Kevin Humphreys?

Yeah.

-what's your name, beautiful?

-We're with the Met.

-Detective Superintendent Pullman.

-Shame you're plain clothes, I like a woman in uniform.

We want to talk to you about Danny Tyler.

-He was a friend of yours, right?

-Mm-hm.

You told the previous investigation that when you met him

he was sleeping rough a lot so he ended up staying at your place.

On and off, yeah. Danny knew he could always stay at mine.

But you didn't see much of him in the two years previous to the murder.

-Why was that?

-That's the way it went between us.

-You had a disagreement?

-Nah, he just sold out and moved on.

Got successful, you mean?

-Not my kind of success.

-Meaning?

-Danny forgot what graffiti's for.

-What is it for?

Changing the crap urban landscape that most people live in.

Owning your streets. Stuff you will never understand.

-Breaking the law.

-Your law, not mine.

-Graffiti shouldn't be hung in galleries. Is that what you're saying?

-They got enough pictures.

Why'd they need ours? So rich people can buy them and keep it to themselves?

That's not the point, it never has been

and Danny knew that.

He took their money anyway.

Yeah, and for that he got burnt.

Where were you at 11:40 last Wednesday night?

At home

with my girl

making love!

And at 1:25 the next morning?

Oh, the same. It was a Tantric all-nighter as it happens. I'm a marathon man, me.

-I've got the photos to prove it if you wanna take a look.

-I'll pass.

-What about midnight Thursday?

Out tagging with my crew. Ask them if you want.

When was the last time you saw or spoke to Danny?

Just after he sold his first piece. He said he was leaving the crew.

I told him he'd regret it. That he needed us.

But Danny never listened to anyone unless they were telling him what hot shit he was.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got a wall to paint.

Guv.

Kevin!

Good catch.

OK, first of all, please, don't call me at work again. They can't know I'm talking to the police.

Secondly, Begga's dead, as dead as Flak. You're looking at a different person now.

Yeah, we understand, Gail. We just need to know more about Danny Tyler.

Like I said, I told the police everything back then.

Tell us about your relationships with Kevin Humphreys and the deceased.

I'd been with Kevin a couple of years when Danny joined the crew.

Danny was like my little brother. We had a laugh together but it was platonic.

Then he left the crew and I missed him so much, I realised I'd fallen in love with him.

So you finished with Kevin and started seeing Danny.

How did Kevin take to that?

Badly at first but then he moved on.

Kev's never been short of female company.

-Did they fall out over you?

-Yeah.

They never spoke again. I felt bad about that but what could I do? I needed to be with him.

-Sounds like you had no choice.

-We didn't. When we were together, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He said I made him feel worth loving.

-Plus he was a genius. That's powerful stuff when you're 20.

-So you rated his art?

He had more talent than most of the taggers in London put together.

-Check it out for yourselves. There's a sale on at a gallery on the South Bank.

-OK, right.

Now here's what we know about Danny Tyler's final 12 hours.

Sometime around 4:45, a worker at Urban Art, Brewer Street

remembers selling him a load of Molotov spray paint.

At 4:50 he withdrew 150 quid from a cash point in Shaftesbury Avenue.

Now he was caught on CCTV at 5:30 arriving back at his studio

and the last time he was seen, again on CCTV, he was leaving the studio at 11:25.

So that means sometime between 12 midnight and 4am

he was murdered.

It occurs to me we might be looking at this the wrong way.

That the graffiti isn't necessarily a confession.

-My thoughts exactly.

-Why would you advertise you did it, if you didn't?

Maybe someone wants the case reopened.

-A long way from the gritty streets he used to tag, eh?

-Not half.

"An Eye For An Eye And The Whole World Needs Contacts."

-Doesn't do it for me.

-Oh, I think it's rather clever, the way he uses the Gandhi image

and the famous quote, then gives it a contemporary controversial twist.

You're spot on, An Eye For An Eye is one of my favourite pieces.

I see it hasn't sold.

No, but it will. I don't think we've met, I'm Sara Hamlyn, this is my gallery.

Er, Jack Halford.

-This is my associate.

-Sandra Pullman, hello.

-Er, is it expensive?

-The price reflects the quality of the work.

-In other words, yes, it is.

-He is very in demand.

-You're Flak's dealer, aren't you?

-Yes.

I discovered him on the street doing this incredible piece of freestyle graffiti

with the message, "Life is not a sentence."

I could tell he had something very special.

So I encouraged him and nurtured him, really.

Wasn't he murdered?

Tragically, yes, and just as he was becoming a star.

So there's only a limited amount of work available to buy.

Yes, that's right. He was prolific but the vast majority of his work is now in collections.

And how's that affected the prices?

They've rocketed.

He's essentially market proof.

For instance Eye For An Eye is on for 200, but...

in a few years I wouldn't be surprised if it was worth half a million.

-Anyway, I'll be around later if you want to discuss this or any other piece.

-Thank you.

It's good to meet you.

Enjoy.

200 grand for that. I need a drink. You coming?

Do you know, I think I'll mingle.

What do you think of his work?

Um, I'm not sure if I'd hang it on any of my walls.

I prefer actual paintings and anyway, if I want messages I'll listen to my answer machine.

It's refreshing to meet someone who says what they really think,

rather than just parroting opinion formers and art critics.

-Now's the bit when you tell me you've just bought half a dozen.

-No.

-I'm David Bryant.

-Sandra Pullman, hello.

-Two glasses of Krug please. You do drink champagne?

-Oh, yes.

-So are you a fan of his art?

-I was one of Danny's early supporters.

I bought a lot of it. It helped to launch him,

-but I only have a couple of pieces now. Thank you.

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

Between you and me

he only did one, well maybe two, important works.

Are either of them here?

No. No.

This piece reeks of fear.

Fear of a totalitarian state, fear that the artist's love for a woman will be rejected,

fear that he'll do something violent in response.

Fear of impotency.

-Why impotency?

-No bullets.

-So you're a serious collector.

-It's my weakness. If I see something I love I have to have it.

-No matter what the cost.

-Then for you it's just about possessing something beautiful, isn't it?

Well, truth be told you don't possess art, it possesses you. It's a cliche, but it's true.

Did you know Danny Tyler well?

I used to think so. Catherine, where have you been? I turned around and you'd gone.

-I needed to see Harry and you were busy talking business with that awful man.

-This is Sandra.

-We were just discussing Danny Tyler's work.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Catherine, Sandra prefers traditional painting as well.

-Has he been trying to convert you?

-No, I don't think so.

He would have done. My husband is a zealot.

He'd rather have a Emin or a Hirst than a dozen Constables any day.

You make it sound like it's a bad thing.

-How much longer do you want to stay, darling?

-Not long.

Well, I must drag him away.

-He's all yours.

-I enjoyed our conversation.

Bye-bye.

Nice to see you, Sandy.

Sandra... And you.

Oi, police!

Get the car.

Too fast.

-Come on, Jack!

-Prints.

-Jason Bishop?

-Yeah, man.

We're from the Met. We'd like a chat.

No worries.

Downside to being a club DJ, no sleep. Can't survive without my coffee.

-You sure you don't want one?

-No, thank you, Mr Bishop.

-Nice motor.

Oh, cheers.

And it's Jason. Or Konz.

All right, Jason, tell me about your friendship with Danny Tyler.

We were pretty tight.

Into the same kinda music, graffiti, that sort of thing.

And did you two stay close?

Yeah.

Saw him most days at the studio. He let me have some space there to work on my graffiti art and my music.

-You still go out tagging?

-Nah, wish I could.

Ain't got the time.

I'm booked solid these days, sometimes two or three venues a night,

plus a few days here in the week.

It's gone mental for me the last couple a years. Which is the dog's cos music's my life, man.

Where were you last Wednesday between 11:30pm and half one?

-Why do you ask that?

-We'd just like to know.

I would have been working. Club called The Chapel up in Luton.

Finished my set there around two-ish and then I'd been driving home.

Do you keep in touch with any of the old Maze crew?

Not since Gail got herself an office job and went all respectable.

What about Kevin Humphreys?

Haven't seen him in two, maybe three years.

-Why not?

-No particular reason.

-Was there any friction between the two of you?

No.

No, no, no. Jason Bishop lied to us. They've fallen out.

-What about?

-Dunno.

It could be Danny's murder or it could be something else.

-Worth looking into though.

-Yeah.

-Yes!

Oh, there's nothing quite so satisfying as the perfect 140 character update.

You need help, mate.

-Thank you, Billy. That's the big 4-0.

-Billy?

-It's my fortieth follower.

-Who exactly are these weird people?

-Fellow citizens of the info waves.

-What and you follow

-what they're up to, do you?

-Not if I can help it. No.

-Seems a bit one-sided, Brian.

-No, no, no.

They're interested in what I do and, well, that's great. So I'm happy to provide a service.

But, no, I don't want to hear all about the emotional roller coaster that is their life.

HE TITTERS

Hey, do you mind, that's just for my followers.

Have a listen.

"I've never had a problem with violent criminals.

"I speak their language. Fluently.

Ooh, Top Cop 999, don't hurt me!

That's what he calls himself, Top Cop 999!

Yes, yes, yes, go on Gerry, you laugh it up. Just mock what you don't understand.

No wonder you've had so many followers. They think you're Dirty Harry.

If we could just come back into the real world for a moment,

according to these British Transport Police reports the Maze Crew were a right bunch of outlaws.

Listen to this. "We pursued the subjects between moving trains narrowly avoiding the live rail,

"but lost them after they climbed a drain pipe up a four-storey building."

-And there's pages of this.

-Were they ever caught?

-A couple of times. They got off with a caution.

All right, we'll go and have a chat with Kevin Humphreys and see what his beef is with Jason.

NEW YORK ACCENT: That OK with you, Top Cop?

-I'm not sure about leaving the car here.

-It's insured, isn't it?

-It's a classic!

-Gerry, it's a pile of shit!

-Is Kevin in?

-Who is it?

Tell him that Detective Superintendent Pullman wants a word, Gail. It is Gail, isn't it?

Kevin...

-You two an item again?

-Yeah.

-No.

Which is it?

-Is Gail the lucky lady you were with the other night?

-She is!

-It ain't like we're moving in together or nothing.

-Can't say I blame you.

So when you lived with Danny did, er, did you two ever sleep together? You know, for old times' sake?

-Never. I was faithful to Danny.

-You can see why I ask, though?

First of all you're with Kevin then Danny and now back with Kevin again.

No law against that is there?

I've been reading about The Maze Crew's encounters with the Transport Police.

-Whoa, your lot certainly gave them the run-around, didn't you?

-Just youthful high spirits.

Oh, please, don't be modest, you were legends.

-We had our moments.

-So what happened?

How do you mean?

What's the problem with you and Jason Bishop?

Oh, the problem is he got the hump when I dissed his DJ-ing skills

and the whiney little bitch hasn't spoken to me since.

-That's it?

-Jason's always been touchy.

-Guvnor, is it all right if I just go and check the car for a minute?

-Yeah, yeah.

Ah! Guvnor, Bowens Bookshop is in Soho.

So why did Kevin Humphreys take photographs of the ATM next door?

-Maybe he was planning a particularly complex bit of graffiti.

-On a cash point?

Now the photos look like they were studying the surroundings, you know, casing the joint.

-Maybe that's how he makes a living.

-Photographing cash machines?

-No, robbing them.

-Hang on.

Six or seven years ago, there was a spate of cash point raids.

The gang used oxyacetylene torches to cut round them and

then they'd drag the cash machine out of the wall using a big stolen 4 x 4.

Thing is, they used to spray anti-capitalist graffiti around the hole.

I think they did about half a dozen of them and then suddenly stopped

and if my memory serves, no-one was actually apprehended.

Yeah, here we are, no arrests.

-The last raid was March 2004.

-About the time Danny became an artist and left The Maze Crew.

According to this, there were four gang members.

Oh, this is good - they were pursued by the police on one occasion

after an aborted raid but managed to get away

by running across some live rail tracks and then climbing up a four-storey building.

Sounds familiar.

-A Maze Crew MO.

-So are we saying that apart from tagging walls

the Maze crew were ripping off cash point machines?

And then it all stopped when Danny left and the crew broke up,

but now maybe Kevin Humphreys and possibly Gail are back at it.

Yes, I think we are.

I'll make some calls.

Oh, I see.

No, we didn't know, sir.

Yes, that was checked.

Can you just bear with me for a second, please?

Brian,

-did anything come up when you did the intel on Kevin Humphreys?

-Intel?

What intel?

I asked you to check the crew before we talked to them.

Do you know what,

-I forgot.

-Yeah, because you're too distracted by bloody Twitter to do your job properly!

I'm really sorry, sir, there was an oversight on our part.

Yeah, yeah I understand. I feel exactly the same way.

Can you just hold on a second? What?!

Tell him the up side is Gerry's got some A1 intel.

I was about to.

There is some good news, sir. Gerry may have found some recon photos of a potential target.

So is Top Cop 999 going to mention this all action cock-up on his next update?

-I know, I messed up.

-Oh, yes, Brian, you did. SO11 had Kevin Humphreys under surveillance

since a cash point raid in Charing Cross four weeks ago and they are not happy we've crashed their party!

I'm really sorry.

According to an informant, there's something planned for the 18th.

-The 18th, that's Friday!

-Yes, Gerry and thanks to you they now know where.

So you're off the hook, Brian, but the next time I ask you to do something just bloody well do it!

So they want us to hold back on Kevin Humphreys until after the event?

No. Resources are stretched this weekend, so I'm heading up the operation. You're coming with me.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, I've got plans.

-Change them!

Way to go, Serpico.

Anything from your position? Over.

Nothing. Over.

-Here you go.

-Oh, cheers, you keeping up?

Only just. I'm getting too old for this game.

Getting too old for making tea?

Thank you, was that?!

Don't even think about it!

What?

Oh, come on, Sandra I've got to stay connected to me followers!

-You can't do that!

-I just have.

-This is infringing my human rights.

-You listen to me Top Cop, I'm going to join Twitter

and tell all your followers what you're really like. Understand?

OK.

SO11 just made contact. They've lost the target.

They think he's on his way over.

-Over.

-Received. Over.

-Huh, makes you laugh doesn't it, all we had was a pair of shin pads.

-That's health and safety for you.

It's all risk assessment these days, innit? Still, I think we'll let them go in first, eh?

Be rude not to. Seeing as they're all dressed up for it.

Suspects approaching target. Over.

Stand still! Police! You're under arrest!

We've got a runner!

Move. I've got two men out there.

Stay where you are! Come here!

You're under arrest.

Whoa...ho-ho!

Nice one.

Do the words "caught" and "red-handed" spring to mind, Kevin?

-No comment.

-You can sit there saying "no comment" all day long, Kevin,

but you're going down for that cash point raid.

It's all just a big act with you, isn't it?

You pretend you're about integrity and not selling out but in fact you're only interested in money.

-Is that why you killed Danny Tyler?

-I didn't kill him!

Oh, come on, I reckon you two fell out over the money from the ATM raids

-that the old The Maze Crew did.

-It never happened.

-What didn't?

-None of what he just said.

-There you go again. Lying to us. It's gotta stop, Kevin.

-Where were you the night he died?

I told you lot before, I was with my old man.

God rest his soul.

Did you hate Danny for stealing away Gail?

After all you'd done for him, he betrays you over a woman. Broke up the crew. Tossed you aside.

-Talk about disrespect.

-Sounds as if he had it coming.

-He made you look like a mug.

-Got her back now though, don't I?

-Is that why you killed him? To get her back?

You should be interrogating Jason Bishop, he was the one that hated Danny.

I never did nothing to him, you hear? Nothing!

Why would Jason hate Danny?

Co-operate now and it will look good for you in court.

Jason reckoned Danny stole his graffiti style.

-And then got rich and famous.

-That's right.

But they were friends until he died.

Jason worked out of his studio. Why would he do that if he hated him?

Because all Jason ever wanted was to be famous. Danny said he'd share the limelight with him.

Maybe Jason got fed up of waiting.

LOUD MUSIC

Jason!

Oi, Konz!

-What do you want?

-A few questions, won't take long.

-Let's hear 'em, then.

How did you feel about Danny stealing your graffiti style?

Everybody steals from everybody else in graffiti. That's how it works.

You see something you like, you borrow it. Pay homage.

-We always influenced each other.

-Only he got famous and all the money.

-Danny had a lucky break.

-Weren't you bitter about that?

No way. It was Danny's idea that I have some space in his studio in the first place.

He said that way people that were coming to see him would also get to see my work or hear my music.

He was helping me.

We was gonna be stars together.

Come along if you like. It's gonna be a banging night.

We know about the ATM raids.

No idea what you're talking about.

Kevin's been charged.

-That's nothing to do with me.

-Oh, come on,

the Maze Crew were doing more than a spot of al fresco decoration.

They were at it and these were serious jobs.

Not when I was in it.

Grab your coat, Top Cop, you're off the bench. Forensics pulled a print off Jack's car.

-There's a match on the database.

-Oh, what's his name?

Shane Evens, lives in Wembley. Come on.

Arrow looks familiar.

Yeah, very deja vu.

Come back later.

-Shane Evens?

-Nah, wrong floor. He lives on two.

-Get off me!

-We just want to talk to you.

We know it's you on the CCTV.

Congratulations, Shane, you're now our prime suspect in the murder of Danny Tyler.

Which means that life as you know it is over.

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't charge you right now.

Look, I never even met the bloke, let alone killed him.

So why do you go around spraying graffiti claiming that you did?

Some posh bird with a nose stud gave me 400 quid to do it, all right.

Hello.

If you've come about An Eye For An Eye, it's been sold but I've got another piece I think you'll love.

Detective Superintendent Pullman, we're not buying.

Does the name Shane Evens mean anything to you?

Should it do?

How about Redux?

-That's his tag.

-Sorry, I've never heard of him. Is he an artist?

Depends on your definition.

He says that you paid him to go around central London spraying "I Killed Flak".

Me?

-Why on earth would I do that?

-You tell us.

And just to be clear, lying now would be a serious misjudgement of the situation.

-OK, I can explain.

-Good.

I hired Shane to do the graffiti

in order to hype up the media profile on Flak before the sale.

So it was just an advertising stunt?

Yes, absolutely. What else would it be?

Well, you don't think I actually killed him.

Did you?

No, of course not.

Danny and I were great friends.

His death came as a terrible shock to me.

And what was your final conversation like?

Not pleasant.

-We argued.

-About?

-I'd rather not go into it.

-You waste valuable police time and you've hired a vandal

to deface public property, which - surprise, surprise - is against the law.

Not to mention how you've made his poor father feel, dredging all this lot up again.

So tell us what we want to know before I decide to arrest you.

I'd gone to his studio while Danny was abroad to collect some works and, um,

I saw a new piece.

It was different,

he'd used brushes instead of aerosols but I liked it a lot

and, um I knew that it would fetch a lot of money. So, I took it along with the others.

Anyway, a fortnight later

when Danny got back and saw that it was gone and had been sold

-he told me it was never meant for public consumption.

-And you fell out about it?

-Yes.

He stormed out of the gallery and that was the last I saw of him.

A week later he was dead.

What was your cut?

50%.

Blimey!

It's standard.

Where did it end up?

Well, let me check my records.

Er, the painting was called Canvas One.

Bought by Benedict Savage.

He's a dealer.

Actually I've got a photograph of it. Would you like to see it?

-Please.

-I always keep a visual record on file of every piece I handle.

That's odd. The photo's not here.

-There was a break-in.

-When?

A few months after Danny's death. Weird thing was they didn't take anything,

just forced open all the filing cabinets and rifled through them.

How did they get into the gallery?

RAPPING: Bad karma kill, like a three dollar bill

Most of them hacks, end up dead on the tracks...

What's that?

That is Jason Bishop.

What the hell's he talking about?

Well, what he was saying is that if you do wrong you've got to pay for it.

The hacks get slaughtered either on the tracks of the music or,

more literally, end up dead on the railway tracks.

RAPPING: Who cares if you got rich

Now you's dead on my track...

Now, the needle is the stylus, which means that the song is honest.

Unlike the freestyle, which is graffiti, which is not the real deal

because the style's been nicked.

SHE CHUCKLES

I've got kids!

-When was it recorded?

-2008.

So much for everybody steals from everybody else in graffiti, then.

It's got to be about Danny.

-Sounds like it, but it doesn't mean he killed him.

-Just wanted to.

He's only had 326 visitors to this site so he's hardly going to bother the charts.

-Click on that.

-Oh, well.

"Two or three venues a night!" He's lucky if he gets three a month.

I had to pick up one of the girls from there. It's tiny.

Hardly room to swing a hamster, let alone a cat.

-That can't pay him much, can it?

-No, it's 100 quid a night at the best.

I think we ought to look into his finances.

He has his own record label, runs a 50-grand motor and a high-end website, and they don't come cheap.

No, they don't.

So where's all the cash coming from to pay for all this, then?

-PHONE RINGS

-Breaking in through the gallery skylight

is exactly the kind of stunt that the Maze Crew would pull.

So maybe Danny wasn't the only one who didn't want the painting being seen.

Which begs the question, why not? What's in it?

Hi, yeah, it's Gerry Standing down at UCOS.

Could you run a vehicle through the PNC for us, all right?

Yeah, it's a black Range Rover.

Kilo, Oscar, November, Zulu

and it's one single digit, the number one.

Yeah, thanks.

Yeah...

This website is owned by TWZ Ltd.

And that's on the flyer as well. It could be possible...

Yeah?

Huh. Brilliant, thanks very much.

Jason Bishop drives a company car owned by...

-TWZ.

-Pre-xactly.

So is Jason Bishop an employee of TWZ or is TWZ his own company?

I'll check with Companies House.

That was Benedict Savages's assistant.

Canvas One was, as Sara Hamlyn thought, purchased for a third party.

-Do we know who?

-Yeah, Sir David Bryant. We met him at that exhibition the other evening.

-He told me that he'd been an early supporter of Danny's work.

-Here we go, TWZ Ltd.

Registered office 52 Fanchurch Road. Er, status active.

Date of incorporation, 25/10/2006.

Ooh, interesting. According to their last annual return,

TWZ has two directors - Jason Bishop and Sir David Bryant.

Incorporated in October 2006, you say?

-Yeah.

-Five months after Danny died.

Do millionaire art collector Sir David Bryant

and third division DJ Jason Bishop seem like natural bedfellows to you?

-Not at all.

-Me neither.

-Is this the right address?

-Yes.

-Are you sure?

Yes!

You've got to rob an awful lot of cash machines to afford a gaff like this!

Yeah, I reckon we've bagged ourselves a major criminal here.

A Mr Big.

This DJ thing's just a front.

No wonder he doesn't have many bookings.

Well, you remember what Balzac said.

"Behind every great fortune there's a crime."

Morning.

I ain't got time for this now.

Make time!

Come on in.

And they say crime doesn't pay.

Yeah. We're going to have to get a warrant and turn this place over.

-Definitely.

-Why would you do that?

Because you're obviously living off illicit earnings.

There's no way you could pay for this being a DJ - and not a very successful one either.

-We're onto you, son.

-Look, you'd be wasting your time turning this place over. It's not even mine.

Whose is it, then?

-Me parents' house, all right?

-Oh!

Oh, let's get this straight.

So you're not only a mockney, you live with Mummy and Daddy!

Big house. And they're abroad most of the time. Be stupid not to.

Don't do your street cred much good, does it?!

Whatever you say, granddad!

Tell us about your business relationship with Sir David Bryant.

-We're partners.

-How come?

Met him at Danny's memorial. We got talking.

Turns out I was at school with his son.

Bit of a clubber, as it happens.

Where - Eton, Harrow?

Westminster, actually.

Anyway after the memorial I sent Sir David some tracks and mixes that I'd been working on.

He liked what he heard. So we formed TWZ.

What, tracks like Bad Karma Kill?

-That your favourite, is it?

-Well, the lyrics are very telling.

-Sounds almost like a confession.

-To what?

-Murder.

Give me a break!

Only a total moron would write a song about how they'd killed someone, if they actually had.

-And, like I keep telling ya, Danny was a mate.

-Bollocks!

You were jealous of him and you were bitter cos you think he'd nicked your style.

The only reason you hung around with him was to get famous. You used him.

Well, it's not like I was the only one.

You should have seen Gail pushing him to be more commercial.

Great big pound signs in her eyes.

Bottom line is everyone wanted a piece of Danny.

-What, even Kevin Humphreys?

-Kevin was the worst!

I wouldn't be surprised if he told Gail to hook up with Danny.

-Why would he do that?

-For money.

Look, Kevin freaked out once he realised that Danny was going to make it big and bail on the crew.

The next thing you know, Gail's shacked up with Danny and Kevin's all chilled out about it.

-Which is totally out of character.

-So how would Kevin make money?

Danny was in love with Gail from the moment that he met her, all right?

She could run rings around him.

Whatever cash he earned, she made sure she got her share.

And you think she was kicking some of it back to Kevin?

Why wouldn't she keep it for herself?

Because Kevin could get her to do anything he wanted,

like he'd used some Jedi mind trick on her.

How much are we talking about?

When Danny died, he had about 90 grand in his bank account.

But I know for a fact that he'd sold at least a million quid's worth of art in his final year.

Even after you take away the galleries' cut, taxes and whatever he spent on living,

there's still a couple of hundred thousand there that's just vanished.

Not too shabby.

Yeah, I wouldn't fancy the council tax.

Oh, look - that's us!

Tradesmen's entrance!

-Can I help?

-Detective Superintendant Pullman from the Unsolved Crime and Open Case Squad.

-We'd like to speak with your husband, if we may.

-What about?

-We're investigating the murder of Danny Tyler.

-Don't I know you?

-Yeah, we met the other evening at The Hamlyn Gallery.

-Oh.

Thank you.

What made you go into business with Jason Bishop?

He seemed like a driven young man, so I invested in him.

My husband likes to encourage young artists and entrepreneurs.

When was the last time that you saw or spoke to Danny?

I bumped into him at a party about, well, a few days before his death.

-Did you have a conversation?

-Of course.

-I'd just bought a painting of his, we were discussing it.

-Canvas One?

-Yeah.

-Do you still own it?

-Yeah.

-Can we see it?

-It no longer hangs in the study...unfortunately.

These days we keep the good stuff in storage.

We think that its content might be relevant to our investigation.

-Can you describe it to us?

-Well...

The painting depicts Danny kissing a girl while his gang

spray graffiti around a hole in the wall that used to house a cash point.

-In that case, we'll need to see it as soon as possible.

-I'll call the warehouse.

-Tell them to expect you.

-Thank you.

-PHONE RINGS

-Gerry. Just leaving. How'd it go?

Why didn't you sell Canvas One along with the rest of his work?

Because it was the final piece he ever produced.

Which makes it perhaps the most important.

-I think you'll like it.

-Why's that?

Because it's a thing of sad beauty.

Cheers.

-Canvas One.

-That's it.

Put into storage 16th May 2006.

A fortnight after the murder.

This way.

-Take your time.

-Thank you.

It's pretty incriminating.

No wonder Danny didn't want anyone else to see it.

And I'm guessing neither did Kevin Humphreys, Gail Shaw or Jason Bish...

Is that blood on the canvas?

-Looks like it.

-We'll fast-track that through Forensics.

Danny could paint a picture, I'll say that for him.

Hang on a minute...

Gerry said that Kevin might have persuaded Gail

to have an affair with Danny because Danny was getting famous,

-that they wanted his money.

-Mmm.

Now...if you look, Danny's eyes are closed but Gail is looking at Kevin.

This picture's not about love. It's about betrayal.

Danny sussed what they were up to and he painted it.

Mr Tyler.

I thought you should see this. Could help your investigation.

Did he know that you collected all his cuttings?

No.

Thank you.

Thank you.

HE TAPS KEYS ON LAPTOP

You better not be tweeting.

I'm not.

Top Cop 999 is no more.

Oh, why's that?

Because last night Dave The Fish said I was dull.

Sandra!

I've quit, Jack, end of story.

-What?

-Ten months before Danny was murdered, there was an article in the Telegraph

claiming that Sir David Bryant was on the verge of bankruptcy after a series of bad investments.

It says here he even put his Eaton Square house up for sale.

Something must have changed for the better or they still wouldn't be living there.

He told me that he'd sold his collection of Danny's work.

And Danny's death sent the prices rocketing.

Call Sara Hamlyn, see what she can tell us about what he bought,

what he paid for it, when he sold it and how much for.

You've got something.

The blood on the painting was AB negative,

which, as you all well know, is very, very rare.

-Less than 1% of the population has it.

-What was Danny's blood type?

-AB negative.

-Yes!

-Oh, no, it gets better than that.

The forensics have found an undetectable-to-the-naked-eye blood spatter pattern.

Engaged, no answer-phone.

Yeah, it says here.

"It's a medium-velocity blood spatter which is in keeping with an impact from a blunt object."

You see, lines of the path of each bloodstain converge

and that puts the body eight feet away from the painting.

So where was the painting when he was hit?

According to Sir David, before it went into storage, hanging in the study.

I'll try and track down the estate agent who dealt with the house.

Jack, keep hassling Sara Hamlyn until we get some figures.

Sara Hamlyn said that Sir David sold the majority of his Flak collection for more than £4 million,

just about a year after Danny died, leaving him with a profit of at least 3 million.

That much?

There's his motive. I'll get a search warrant.

Where were you on the night Danny Tyler was murdered?

I was at home with my wife.

Was the painting known as Canvas One hanging in your study at that time?

I'm not sure. I'd have to check.

-Did you like it?

-Yes.

We have a copy of the bill stating that Canvas One was taken

from your study and placed into storage a fortnight after Danny's death.

Well, then, I guess that's where it was.

Forensics found AB negative blood on the painting.

It's the rarest type, which Danny Tyler just happened to have. How do you think it got there?

Well, if it IS Danny's blood, it must have got there while he was painting it.

No, it's the wrong sort of spatter pattern. It's there from the head injury that killed him.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Guv'nor, we've found something!

That is the photo stolen from Sara Hamlyn's gallery.

-You dragged me out of an interview for this?

-Read it.

"You know what you did to Danny, call this number now."

-Blackmail.

-Now, that is an unregistered pay-as-you-go mobile,

and this is Sir David's. And he got a text from that number yesterday.

"100K in the bin by the Victorian Topiary, Battersea Park,

-"4pm tomorrow."

-Well, that gives us 50 minutes.

-Did he respond?

-"OK."

Right, text this back. Unavoidable change of plans, drop-off will be made by trusted employee of mine.

D'you think you could write that down?

None of this was my idea, OK?

Kev broke into the gallery and stole the photo of Canvas One. Then he sent it to Sir David.

HE'S been blackmailing him, not me. I only went to the pick-up

because I know what Kev will do to me if he gets out and finds that money ain't been collected.

Why that particular photograph?

Because Canvas One's what Danny went to see Sir David about the night he was killed.

And Kev wanted him to know that he knew that.

-And Sir David paid up?

-Not right away.

It took a few more anonymous notes, but after a couple of weeks Kev managed to get 20,000 out of him.

And how much has he paid out in total, not including today?

He never said the exact amount, but it's a lot.

We're talking hundreds of thousands.

You let Kevin think he was in control of you, just like you let Danny think that you were in love with him.

You played them both and now you're trying to play us.

No. Kev used me. Manipulated me.

Oh, come off it, Gail, you're not the victim here.

You blackmailed Sir David and Kevin knew nothing about it.

I had nothing to do with the blackmailing, that was all him.

So how come your fingerprints are on this photograph but not Kevin's,

and the last text demanding money was sent after his arrest?

Nobody shells out that amount of cash unless they're guilty.

We've got a bit of time yet before we have to charge him

so why don't we go and see what Lady Bryant has to say.

Good-looking bird.

There was blood on Canvas One.

The DNA will prove it was Danny's and that he was killed in Sir David's study.

We know that he did it.

My husband is many things but he's not a murderer.

So why pay out hundreds of thousands in bribery money?

-I'm not aware that we HAVE done.

-You were in the house when Danny was killed.

By lying to us, you're conspiring to pervert the course of justice, which carries a custodial sentence.

Now, are you really willing to go to jail

for a man who treats you so callously?

I'm not lying to you.

How old are those scars?

We'll find out, one way or another.

Two years.

All right...

did YOU kill him, Catherine?

For the tape, the suspect has nodded.

What happened?

Danny was big and drunk and angry

and he was going to kill David.

He kept punching him over and over, yelling at him to give back his painting.

-I had to stop him.

-So what did you do?

I hit him with a bronze.

I can still hear the noise he made as he fell.

This awful, high-pitched whine.

Why didn't you call the police?

It dawned on me that people might think

we'd murdered him for the money and then made it look like self-defence.

-Because your husband was on the verge of bankruptcy?

-Yes.

Danny's death saved us and damned us all at once.

Who made the decision not to make that call?

-I

-did.

I made all of the decisions. I had to.

David was in no fit state, not after the beating he'd taken and the amount he'd drunk.

-I told myself that for us to survive I had to dump the body and that's what I did.

-All on your own?

-Yes.

-He was six foot and weighed 13 stone!

-I'm stronger than I look.

-You're lying to protect your husband.

-I'm telling you the truth.

I don't think so.

So what happened when Sir David sobered up?

He said we should have called the police and let the chips fall.

He was right, but by then it was too late, the body had already been found.

We spent the next few months waiting for the police to knock at our door but they never did.

Then the photograph of Canvas One arrived.

It seemed at least one other person knew that Danny was coming to see us that night

but, as you know, all they wanted was money.

The worst thing has been the getting away with it.

You wouldn't think that would be so hard to live with,

but it is.

There have been days when I couldn't.

-Thank you.

-All part of the service.

You know, that really does look like you.

-A gift from Sara Hamlyn.

-Nice of her.

-I

-used to do a spot of painting.

-Really?

-Oh, yeah.

Mostly landscapes...

and nudes.

Don't even go there, Gerry. HE CHUCKLES

# It's all right, it's OK

# Doesn't really matter if you're old and grey

# It's all right, I say, it's OK

# Listen to what I say

# It's all right, you're doing fine

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# It's all right, I say, it's OK

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