01x01 - Pictures At An Exhibition

[bunniefuu]

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Ting, ting, ting.
Congratulations, everyone.


Isn't that right, Brendan?

You don't need me for
anything else, do you?

All work and no play, that one.

But we have got there.

The Astleigh family
collection all under one roof,

just as it should be.

Your very good health.

-So exciting.
-Now you two are going to be

there at the grand opening
on Friday, aren't you?

I mean, we couldn't have
done it without you.

Restoring my family portraits.

Much appreciated, sir.
Isn't it, Dunstan?

Jolly good.

We're absolutely thrilled,
aren't we, darling?

Oh, and, everyone,

a big thank you to
Francis Crozier here

from the National Gallery,

who bought the fourth and fifth
Earls here to complete the set.

And apparently, he's also
going to give us a bit

of a presentation.

Let's just say I
shall be sharing

something quite expl*sive.

So what do you
think of this thing?

Oh, it's fabulous indeed.

You see, they've done
something very clever,

haven't they?

With the daylight
coming through.

Uh, Helena. I just wondered

if you'd given any more
thought to my offer.

Yes, of course,
it's very tempting.

Well, perhaps we can
discuss it later.

Why don't you pop
by the coach house.

Francis?

Could I possibly have a
word with you in my study?

Now.

If I must.

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[Footsteps]

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[Typing]

What are you doing here?

[Thuds]

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[Children shouting, dog barking]

-English breakfast?
-Oh, wonderful.

-It's hot. Be careful.
-I like this.

It's my mum.
Painted by my dad.

Gave it to me just
before he disappeared.

First dates. Eh?

Uh, was the, um, the
sofa bed all right?

Fine.

You should have
let me stay on it.

Yes, I should.

[Phone rings]

-I should...
-Yeah, I need to, um...

Right.

Oh.

Hello. Rosa, we should do...

DI Palmer. Yes.

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-Is that him?
-That is DI Palmer.

He makes up the entire workforce
of the Heritage Crime Unit.

God help us.

-Hm.
-What?

Not having him and his
ridiculous painting squad

show up my force.

Stick to him. Tell
me what he's up to.

What? Spy on him, sir?

Don't be so dramatic,
Malik. Just keep me posted.

Amazing house.

This is the perfect example of
a Victorian Italianate palazzo.

It's like a doll's
house on steroids.

Yeah. I'm DI Hollis.
Welcome to Yorkshire.

God's own country.
-Mick Palmer.

Sorry about taking the
case from under you,

but, um, delicate situation
with the National Gallery.

No, no, it's, uh,
it's no problem.

I, uh, I'm sure you
Londoners can teach us

country folk a thing or two.

We're here to offer
every assistance,

including one of my finest
constables, PC Shazia Malik.

Looking forward to
working with you, sir.

Pleasure to meet you, PC Malik.

Right. Well, that's your team.

Anything else I
can help you with?

-Uh, I was just wondering...
-No? Good.

Right. So where
should we start?

-[Engine starts]
-Crime scene, sir.

Great shout. Shall we?

-Can I take you back?
-Yeah, sure.

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[Thunder rumbles]

So what, you investigate
paintings then?

All sorts. Really? Art
theft, ill*gal trafficking,

forgery, fraud.

-And m*rder.
-Yes.

The victim is Francis Crozier,

who was attached to
the National Gallery.

What else do we know?

He was staying in
the coach house,

overseeing the loan of two
new paintings in the gallery.

Yes, the fourth and the
fifth Earls, 18th century,

artists unattributed.
-Right.

His body was discovered
here this morning

by the owner of the house, Lord
Astleigh, Earl of Halsbury.

Is that it? Anything
else to add?

Those are the established facts.

Facts are good,

but interpretation
is more important.

So take, for example,
your boss, Hollis.

He said he wanted
to help. Fact.

But my interpretation is
that he's a bit of a d*ck

and he wanted to send me
packing back to London.

Am I close?

-Bang on, sir.
-Huh.

Shall we?

[Camera shutter clicks]

-DI Palmer?
-Yes.

Dr. Naoko Yoshida.

The victim was found at


by Lord Astleigh,

formally identified as
Francis Crozier, 43 years old.

Rigor mortis was still present,

so I'd estimate time of death
between 12 and 18 hours.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Cause of death?

A traumatic brain injury
caused by a series

of blows to the
side of the head.

A curvilinear laceration, most
likely caused by a hammer.

Premeditated.

I didn't see many
hammers lying around.

Um, any sign of the
m*rder weapon yet?

Still searching,
sir. Nothing yet.

It's wine and blood.

-I see we're missing a laptop.
-Any sign of a mobile?

Victim had no
defensive injuries.

No bruises or scratches
on the arms or hands.

So Crozier knew his attacker.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Could you let me know
when you're done?

Thanks.

Why did we leave?
-I need a clear view.

It's impossible with
all that banging about.

It could be a robbery.

But then, his wallet was
right there on the desk.

-Yeah.
-Get me his phone records.

Everyone's a critic.

What do you reckon? Local kids?

It's hardly Banksy.

Look at the size of it.

Don't know if I should go
in through the front door

or find the gift shop.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

My name is Detective
Inspector Palmer

from the Heritage Crime Unit.

-The heritage what?
-Heritage Crime.

This is PC Malik.

Where are the proper police?

-And you are?
-Brendan Kennedy.

Estate manager.

-A proper one, presumably.
-[Chuckles]

I'm asking that nobody leave
the house without permission.

And I will need you
to make a statement.

Well, you're not suggesting
it's one of us, are you?

I'm just trying to
get a sense of events.

How well did you
know Mr. Crozier?

Not very well at all.

He'd only been here a few
days, a week, perhaps.

Had he been here a week, Helena?

Sorry. This is Helena
McGuigan, my assistant.

He was writing a
guide to the gallery,

plus the information
panels on the wall.

Did he know anyone
else from around here?

Not that I'm aware.

Look, I-I think we're all
a bit shaken, Inspector,

but I'm sure I
speak for everyone

when I say that we
owe it to Mr. Crozier

to push ahead with the grand
opening of the exhibition.

-Seriously?
-Well, yes.

I have done a great deal
of work to get us this far.

I wonder if we could
start with the CCTV.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Helena, could you, um...
could you expedite?

Yes. Happy to.

Techie stuff isn't really
my forte, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you have
other strengths.

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Okay.

So this is the system.

Does this cover the coach house?

No, only the main
house and the drive.

There's no recording
of last night.

Someone's disconnected
the camera feed.

They didn't want to be
seen heading over there.

Who has access to the system?

Anyone in the house, really.

But there was nobody
else here last night.

Um, the restorers
stayed for a drink,

but they left straight after.

But they wouldn't have
had access to this.

No. Absolutely not.

Can you think of anyone who
had anything against Crozier?

Well, I mean, um, I
did hear Francis...

Mr. Crozier and Lord Astleigh
are having a row in the study.

Over what?

I'm not sure, but Lord
Astleigh sounded very upset.

Hm.

It was a minor disagreement
over the interpretation

of one of the
pictures, that's all.

Where were you last night?

Ah, well, um, I'd had a
glass of wine too many.

I took myself off to bed,

popped a sleeping pill,
and was out for the count.

So you found the body?

Yes. Yes. That's right.
Horribly shocking.

At 7:00 in the morning?
That's an early start.

Uh, yes.

I popped in while I was
out walking the dog.

-What happened here?
-Oh, that, um,

kids, uh, graffitied
the statue on the lawn.

Broke a window and,

uh, vandalized one
of the portraits

with a... with a paint g*n.

The restorers came
to pick it up.

It's going to be
fine, apparently.

Is it an important
piece of work?

Important?

It's the first Earl,
Percy Astleigh.

He made the family fortune.

Member of Parliament.
Major philanthropist.

Patron of the arts. [Chuckles]

A bit of a hero
of mine, actually.

Did you report it?

Well, no. Uh, I was going to.

But you didn't want
the National Gallery

to take their two pictures back.

[Sighs] It has taken an
enormous amount of effort

to get this collection together.

I really wanted to
show it to the world

on Friday's grand opening.

I won't be able to return
any of that either.

Not that Arabella will mind.

She has very expensive
tastes, that girl.

[Chuckles]

If there's nothing
else, Inspector.

I think we're good. Thank you.

Thank you.

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She looks well miserable.

She's got a face
like a wet weekend.

Women at Table.

Could have spent five
more minutes on the title.

Should have spent five
more minutes painting it.

School of Vermeer.

Johannes Vermeer,


Girl With a Pearl Earring.

Exactly.

He would have done the
hands and the face,

and his students would
have done the rest.

Sounds like a bit of a scam.

"Although unattributed,

the work demonstrates for me
his characteristic use of light

and his ability to create
an intimate sense of mood."

Crozier wrote that?

It's nonsense.

Look at it. It's
leaden, it's flat.

It's... the composition
is all wonky.

There's no signature.
It's just wrong.

So it's not worth
anything, then?

Well, a real Vermeer
would be worth millions

and school of thousands.

But this is...

This is a dud.

SOCO's finished at
the crime scene, sir.

Any sign of the m*rder weapon?

No, sir.

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Looks like a phone number.

Bank account?

I don't think so.

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Take away.

All right.






-What is the point of a korma?
-[Laughs]

-16?
-8.50.12.50. £16.

-Mm.
-It's pretty decent, actually.

Not bad.

Hello?

I thought there was something
written on the one, in the bag.

"Triumph equals desire."

Does that mean anything to you?

No.

So Crozier had
company last night.

And whoever it was took more
than his laptop and his phone.

There was some
paper on the table.

I know exactly who it was.

Lipstick on the wine glass.

Cadmium red. Francis
Bacon's trademark.

He said he could get me a
job at the National Gallery.

Said he could pull
some strings for me.

He tried to kiss me.

[Sniffles] I managed
to push him away

and told him I
wasn't interested.

Well, last night,
someone smashed Crozier

over the head with a hammer.

And you lied about
being with him.

-[Sobs]
-Doesn't look good, does it?

Don't blame yourself
for Crozier's behavior.

I don't.

Crozier's laptop is missing.

Did you see it when
you were there?

Yeah, he was working
when I arrived.

Creep!

He wouldn't even be here
if it wasn't for me.

Hugh didn't even like him.

Do the words "triumph and
desire" mean anything to you?

I don't think so.

How long does the house hold
on to the CCTV recordings.

Seven days. Why?

I'd like to review the
footage from the night

the painting was vandalized.

Okay.

The camera's not great, but
you can see the gallery window.

Is there any more footage?

-Yeah. Just one.
-So why use a paint ball?

And why sh**t that painting?

There's a paintball
center just down the road.

-Let's pay them a visit.
-[Phone rings]

-You'd better get that.
-Yeah.

-I'll, um, wait in the car.
-Okay.

sh*t.

Malik. Got an update for me?

It's like "Downton
Abbey" here, boss.

-How's Palmer doing?
-He's a bit random.

He keeps going on about
the paintings and that.

-Any leads?
-So Lord Astleigh had a big row

with Crozier the night he died.

He'd be my bet.

All right, well,

keep me in the loop.

I want to be the one
who makes the arrest.

Remember who you work for.

Never in doubt, boss.

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-Help you?
-Maybe.

PC Malik, East Yorkshire police.

DI Palmer.

Just inquiring about an
incident at Astleigh estate.

I heard. A m*rder in?

Nasty for Bella.
-Bella?

Bella Hartley.
Lady Arabella now.

Now she used to work here. Then
she hooked up with Astleigh.

That's the last
we heard from her.

Still, that's her business.
What can I do you for?

You ever have any
equipment go missing?

-[Sprays]
-Don't think so.

I mean, it's not Fort Knox.

-We'll need a list of members.
-No members.

We've got some regulars, but
anyone can book a session.

Well, get me a list
of bookings then.

I'll see what I can find.

Look who loves his paintball.

Our proper estate manager.

How far back do you want?

Come on.

-[Line ringing]
-Hello?

-It's Derek.
-What?

I've just had the police here.

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Front door is open.

Check the window.

[Knocking]

Mr. Kennedy?

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[Grunting]

Malik!

Mr. Kennedy!

Get off me!

You're coming quietly.

-[Grunting]
-[Hand cuffs click]

What were you thinking?

That you jumped to conclusions.

Why would we do that?

Because of your
conviction for as*ault?

It's just a bunch of lads
letting off a bit of steam.

Why did you vandalize
Lord Astleigh's painting?

What? What are
you talking about?

It was damaged with
a paintball g*n.

You're a paint
baller, aren't you?

You got a problem
with Lord Astleigh?

Well, he's my boss.

So, are you stealing
champagne from your boss,

or are you sleeping
with his wife?

Bravo, Constable.

Yeah, I do occasionally
see Brendan

because it's better than
hanging around here,

bored out of my mind.

And you knew Brendan from
the paintball center.

Him and his mates running around

like they're on "Call of Duty."

Do you think he'd sh**t one of
the paintings in the gallery?

He's not stupid.

Well, not that stupid.

And the CCTV? That was
you as well, wasn't it?

Bravo, Sherlock.

I usually reconnect it in the
morning so no one's any wiser.

So, had Crozier discovered
what was happening between you?

Was he blackmailing you?

I'm pretty sure Crozier had no
interest in me or my activities.

He looked down on us.

Bloke in the paintball center
said the same thing about you.

Have you not spoken
to them since you got

the keys to this castle??

The keys to this decrepit,
debt ridden castle.

What a prize.

I apologize for my
colleague's directness.

What we're trying to pinpoint

is what Crozier was working
on before his death.

All Crozier wanted was
to hide away in archives.

At least he didn't have
to sit through his lecture

and his expl*sive announcement.

What announcement was that?

I don't know.

I suspect he found
something in ledgers.

Do you know if it
included the phrase

"triumph equals desire"?

God knows.

Crozier barely said
two words to me.

Which beats you banging on
about his family history.

So unless you intend to
arrest me for cheating on him,

I've got better things to do.

And they all lived
happily ever after.

Crozier had found something
in these archives.

And the answer is in one
of these books or ledgers.

Good luck finding which one.

Yeah.

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-[Sniffing]
-Um...

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[Sniffing]

Um...

Sir?

[Sniffs]

Bingo.

Chicken korma.

He found something in here
that he was excited about,

something that might be
worth silencing him for.

And something connects Crozier
with the damaged painting.

A lot of somethings.
Have a smell.

[Sniffs] Mm.

Title page has been ripped out.

Have you had Crozier's
phone records yet?

Uh, mobile company are
dragging their heels.

-Well, then give him a kick.
-Okay, sir.

Right. Let's call it a day.
Good work today, Malik.

Must be hard with
Hollis on your back.

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Could I get a lift to the hotel?

Got some bedtime reading to do.

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Then he's talking
about lipstick colors

and The Girl With
The Pearl Earring.

-What? The film.
-Um...

What's that got to
do with anything?

Search me, Boss.

Five minutes later, he's
sniffing some old book,

and he's obsessing about
this vandalized painting

when we're trying
to solve the m*rder.

You've heard the rumor
about him and his dad.

-Mm-hmm.
-Ah, Palmer.

Just talking about you.

Made any arrests yet?

Early days.

So what's the plan?

I want to speak to the restorer,

the person who's fixing
the damaged painting.

You do realize this is a
homicide investigation, Palmer?

Yes, I think they're connected.

Uh, and then, of course,
there's the note.

"Triumph equals desire."

Yeah. Of course.

Well, I'm glad you
know what you're doing.

Good.

PC Malik and DI Palmer.

-Sorry for the interruption.
-That's no trouble.

Tea?
-Love one.

Dunstan, put the kettle
on. There's a good lad.

Oh!

Colorful.

Duran?

One of the wild
beasts. 20th century.

[Speaking French]
Matisse and his mates.

That... That's by one
of the greats, that is.

An original Dunstan Fisher.

-Dad.
-All right, son.

Parents can be allowed to be
proud of their kid, aren't they?

Not in my experience.

He got a place at art school.

We didn't see the
point, did we, Dunst?

Because you can't teach talent.

Besides, we wanted to
concentrate on building

up the family business.

Not much work around.

Back in the '90s, we had four
people working here full time.

You here about the m*rder?

I'd like to inspect the
vandalized painting.

Well, the damage
was very localized,

so the repairs have been
pretty straightforward.

-May I?
-Yeah. Go ahead.

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Triumph.

This must be what Crozier
was talking about.

Huh?

The ship's bow has
been over-painted.

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I need to see what's
underneath that paint.

Phone records have come through.

Text messages from the
night of the m*rder.

All from Lord Astleigh.

-And?
-Not very friendly.

"We need to talk."

"I'm sure we can come
to some arrangement."

"I'll make sure
you regret this."

Anything that shows what
they're rowing about?

Uh, no. Nothing specific.

Crozier must have found
something in here.

This lists the inventories
of everything from Astleigh's

shipping warehouses.

Ship's going backwards and
forwards from the Caribbean.

I mean, listen to this.

"3rd of March, 1772,
Bristol docks, cargo.

Sacks of coffee, bales of
tobacco, spices, tortoises.

Tortoises?

They'd stack them
upside down like bowls.

Apparently, it was delicious.

-You're joking.
-Afraid not.

Mm.

There's pages and
pages of this stuff.

But I can't see anything that
would get someone k*lled.

Right. That's all done.

That what you were expecting?

"Triumph equals desire."

Lord Astleigh's little secret.

Nice work.

Boss.

I think Palmer's about
to make an arrest.

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Ah. The first Earl. All
cleaned up and restored.

Good as new.

The artist wasn't much
of a portrait painter,

but he knew his ships.

You recognize it?

It's just a merchant
ship, isn't it?

It's a guineaman.

They were called that
because they traveled

to the West Indies, down the
Guinea coast from West Africa.

It's a sl*ve ship.

Specifically the Desire.

Somebody tried to cover
that up a century ago

because it was toxic even then.

But I reckon you already
knew that, didn't you?

My ancestors did trade
all over the world.

sl*ve trading was
very lucrative.

There were different times.
Everyone was doing it.

Please.

Made a packet, old
Percy, didn't he?

Built the family fortune.
Bought the land you still own.

These are the shipping records.

You tore out the first page.

But you should have
torn out the back.

The Desireblew up in 1789, and
it was recorded as an accident.

But it wasn't, was
it? It was deliberate.

But worse than that,

it was carrying 580
enslaved Africans on board.

They weren't listed as people.

They were classed as property.

So in insurance terms,

they were worth more dead
than they were alive.

Crozier's expl*sive revelation.

Not great for PR, is it?

Was Crozier blackmailing you?

No, no, of course not.

There were some papers
taken from his desk.

-[Door closes]
-Was that you?

Thank you. Palmer.

I'll take it from here.

This is now an East
Yorkshire case.

-What's going on?
-Lord Astleigh.

I am arresting you for the
m*rder of Francis Crozier.

-Now, look here.
-You can't do that.

If you can come with us, sir.

Read him his rights, Hawthorne.

This is a disgrace. Arabella,
call the solicitors.

Get them to come down
to the police station

as fast as you can.

And get some money out
of the safe immediately.

I might need bail.

Sorry, Palmer. Early
bird and all that.

Be my guest.

Well, you can go back to your,

uh, your museum, or
whatever you call it.

Malik, with me.

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They think Hugh did it.
I can't believe that.

Well, it doesn't
make sense, does it?

It doesn't explain
the vandalism.

Why would somebody
sh**t a painting?

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You don't think it
was Astleigh, do you?

Don't I? Hollis
seems to think so.

Okay. Yeah, that
did come from me.

Not my finest moment.

Don't worry. I get it.

It isn't him, is it?

I tried to tell Hollis,
but he wasn't interested.

Go on.

So Astleigh took the
notes from Crozier's desk,

but the paper had dried
and stuck to the table,

which means he took it in the
morning when he found the body.

The m*rder*r would have
taken it there and then.

Exactly.

Good work, Malik. Really.

And Astleigh definitely
didn't sh**t the painting.

So who did?

And how did Crozier manage to
spot the renamed sl*ve ship

but not see how bad that was?

"...for me his
characteristic use of light."

It's like he's talking
about a different painting.

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[Sniffs]

Not korma again.

Malik... let's go.

Oh. Hello, officers.

How can I help?

When did you
realize what it was?

-What?
-That it was worth millions.

What was?

-The Vermeer.
-Well, at the gallery?

That's a copy.

Easy for someone of Dunstan's
skill, though, right?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I think you noticed

when you were restoring the
painting for the gallery,

you saw the little tear
that was on the canvas,

and then you realized

that it was one half of an
entirely different painting.

The other half of this.

That's why the
composition's all wonky.

And why there's no signature.

And then you got lucky.

A few weeks later, that Vermeer

came up for auction,
and you knew it was

the other half of
Astleigh's painting.

What a moment that
must have been, to know

that you had been holding
a genuine Vermeer,

and all you had to do was
reunite the two halves.

And what would it
be worth? Millions.

You just needed to make a copy
and get it into the gallery

before it opened.

It was the smell that
was the giveaway.

It's very hard to fake the
whiff of 300 year old varnish.

Oh, come on.

Dunstan wouldn't do
a thing like that.

In order to do the swap,

you needed a reason to
get back into the gallery.

So why not restore a painting?
I mean, that's what you do.

And one that was damaged
with a paint ball.

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You chose one of Astleigh's
worthless old paintings.

[Paintball g*n fires]

and when you went to collect
it, you did the switch.

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Where's the Vermeer?

Where's the real Vermeer?

Is it up in the loft
away from your dad?

Dunstan, stop it!
Put that down.

No! Why should Lord
Astleigh get to have it?

It's wasted on him.

Old Crozier. Is that
what you k*lled him with?

What are you doing here?

[Thud]

Oh, my God.

He found out about it. He
was so pleased with himself.

It was his big surprise.

No, no, it wasn't.

He had discovered that
the family had a history

of sl*ve trading.

That was his big announcement.

You'd have seen that if you'd
looked on the laptop, but I...

I suppose you just
got rid of it, right?

No. You're lying.
You're lying.

I'm not. You k*lled
him for nothing.

Dunstan, what have you done?

What have I done?

I've wasted my life.

I tried to do the right
thing, but this...

Look at us.

Stuck here, scraping a living.

Waiting for crumbs.

I thought this was
what you wanted.

No, I wanted more than this.

I didn't want to end up like...

Like me?

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[Grunts]

Dunstan Fisher,
I'm arresting you

for the m*rder of
Francis Crozier.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not say something

when questioned which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.

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Lord Astleigh has been
released without charge.

Which begs the question, why
did you let me arrest him?

It was a fast moving
situation, sir.

Withheld information
pertinent to an arrest.

I tried to tell
you. It's just...

Well, DI Palmer,
he listened to me.

You have some nerve, Malik.

From tomorrow morning,
you're on traffic duty.

Actually, sir.

DI Palmer has requested
I join his department.

And so, six weeks later,

Woman at Tablebecomes
Woman in National Gallery.

Look at that. Pride of place.

Love it. Characteristic
use of light.

Indeed. So, for the
piece de resistance,

look at this.

-There.
-Together at last.

They look almost as
unhappy as the Astleighs.

[Both laugh]

[Woman speaking native language]

[Speaking native language]

Right. Got to go.

Lots to sort before
the big move.

Mainly stopping my
parents coming with me.

All right, well,
see you in a month.

The Heritage Crime
Unit is expanding.

And Hollis is fuming.

Really looking
forward to it, boss.

See ya.

See ya.

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Hello, son.

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