Harry Wild

Jamie always comes out and says hi before the gig.

I mean, he used to,

when I was younger and followed the band.

Well, no wonder this is their last gig

if this is a big a crowd as they get.

- It's a selective audience, Granny. - Hmm.

I told you, I won the tickets.

Well, aren't we lucky that you chose us to accompany you.

It's always been my dream

to see Hot Boy Four perform!

Guys, if I could just get you to coordinate

the harmonies for the backing track?

Jesus, I always forget how shit these lyrics are.

- You shut your face, Robbie. - They are a bit shit.

Well, the girls don't seem to mind.

Guys, if I could just get you to coordinate the harmonies

for the backing track upstairs?

"Desert Queen" was our biggest hit.

Yeah.

And it got you a solo deal...

lest we forget.

You know, I'd say jealousy doesn't suit you...

but it really does.

Yeah, that's right. Go and see your fans!

Guys... backing track?

What?

Oh, my God, there he is!

There's Jamie!

Oh, no!

I love you!

I love you so much!

Isn't he gorgeous?

What?

- Oh, my God! - No, no, don't.

Jesus.

The other band members, the sound engineer,

the studio employees,

they all stayed downstairs in the studio

along with the band manager, John Dawson,

he's the, er, deceased's father.

There's only one way up and down from the roof,

and there's CCTV on the door.

- Was there a note? - Er, yeah.

"Whatever is begotten, born and dies,

caught in that sensual music all neglect,

monuments of unageing intellect."

It's a quote by William Butler Yeats.

Jamie had it in his jacket.

- An obscure suicide note. - Hmm.

Shit. My mother bloody loves this stuff.

I am well aware.

I can't believe it. I mean, what was he, 25?

Twenty-eight.

Ah, sweetheart... I'm so sorry.

We're gonna get you anything you need, okay?

- Suicide. - What?

No, it wasn't suicide.

- Oh, love. - It wasn't.

Are you sure?

Jordan just sent this through.

"Monuments of unageing intellect."

- You're going to be fine, love. - Hmm.

We'll get you through this.

That is the second time I've seen someone fall from a roof.

Maybe you're the common denominator.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm just taking Fergus home.

Granny, listen to me.

Jamie just signed a multimillion deal.

His fiancée, Cora, she's pregnant. They were planning their wedding.

Darling, people often hide their pain.

Harry, we could take a look.

What if I hire you both?

Well, that would be a 5,000-euro retainer

for the two of us, Lola.

Look, if I knew you had that sort of money lying around,

I... I'd have to revisit how much I put

in your Christmas cards.

If I got it, would you take the case?

You're in shock.

I know, but I also know I'm right.

Look, Harry, I think we should help.

I said no.

Fine.

We can't give her false hope.

Fergus?

Fergus?

- Fergus! - I don't wanna speak to you.

This can't go on! We have to talk. I have a right to see Liberty.

You lost all your rights when you walked out on us.

We were still willing to give you a chance, and what did you do?

You try to take Liberty away from us.

It's not about hurting you...

But it is hurting me!

I thought that when you came back you...

- I thought... - Fergus.

I want you to come to the States too,

- I just know you don't wanna move. - Stop.

Your solicitor can talk to our solicitor.

Harry found her, and she's brilliant.

You don't stand a chance.

Granny, don't be angry...

When somebody starts a conversation like that...

Everyone's been commenting on CoJa's social page.

- Who? - Cora and Jamie?

- Ah. - CoJa?

It's a ship-name. Never mind.

Anyway, everyone's been offering condolences,

but I DM'd her.

I might've told her that my boyfriend and granny

are private investigators.

And the thing is,

she knows Jamie didn't kill himself,

and she wants to meet you.

Will you meet her, please?

It would... it would really mean a lot to me.

Well, I can hardly say no to a woman

who's just lost her fiancé.

I mean, this may not amount to anything,

and we have to accept that.

Yeah, I will. I do, I promise.

I thought you were worried about giving Lola false hope?

Jamie might not be the brightest spark,

but that note he left,

that just didn't sit right with me.

It's a quote...

from Sailing to Byzantium, have you read it?

I mean, I feel like I might've read it

for my junior, but...

nope, nothing. I can't remember a line.

You are living proof of in one ear and out the other.

Look, the quote seems like an appropriate choice,

but Sailing to Byzantium is not about dying,

it's about an old man craving immortality.

"Consume my heart away, sick with desire

and fastened to a dying animal."

"It knows not what it is,

and gather me into the artifice of eternity."

Right.

Well, maybe Jamie thought

that dying young would make him immortal.

Well, wouldn't you think

he'd rather achieve his fame on earth

before being immortalised?

Hadn't he just got a big break?

- Let's ask some questions. - Yeah.

Jamie just signed

for four million dollars to Triumph.

He was so excited about this baby and the wedding.

I know they say suicidal people often seem okay...

That's true, Cora, love.

But there's more.

What am I looking at?

Everyone thought Jamie was a cliché.

The paps painted him as this bad boy,

the fans thought he'd shag any one of them.

No offence to your granddaughter.

But Jamie was more than that, and that week there,

he was donating bone marrow to his cousin.

- He was? - What?

His cousin has leukaemia and he told nobody,

just me and his cousin's doctors.

Do you think that a man

with everything to live for...

would agree to help a dying relative

and then just kill himself?

Well, it's certainly unusual.

- You didn't know? - No.

He never said. Why didn't you tell me, Cora?

He asked me not to.

But you're his dad and his manager.

Yes... by accident, almost, his manager that is.

The boys were so young, and I'm an accountant by trade.

I'd have done anything for Jamie.

I want to hire you, Harry.

I can't have my beautiful man back, but I won't have his son

growing up thinking he didn't wanna be here for him.

I'm still trying to get my head around it.

I mean... he was here, then...

he was gone.

Quite.

You were close?

Known him all my life.

Well, that doesn't mean you were close.

I mean, he was leaving the band, wasn't he?

Sadly, money talked.

You know, in the end,

I think that's why he did it.

Sorry, you think Jamie killed himself

because he was being offered millions to go solo?

Yep.

He knew and I knew what that meant.

He was about to be exposed.

How exactly?

Look, Jamie had something, sure, but his star shone

because he was the best-looking member of a successful band,

and I wrote nearly all our songs. I mean, I was the lyricist.

Like...

Wow, you got me.

Deep.