All language subtitles for Beyond Paradise (2023) - 01x03

Humphrey, thank you so much
for doing this.

Oh, nonsense. lt's exactly
what we should be doing -

serving the community.

Besides...

...Kelby volunteered.

One of these?
What? No, no, no, no.

There's too much glare.
Just change the filter,

will you, please?
Allright, Mr Witham.

Mr Witham, may I introduce Detective
Inspector Humphrey Goodman,

Detective Sergeant Williams,
and PC Hartford?

This is Terence Witham, the
current owner of the Solo Mare.

Very pleased to meet you.

One of you will be in the room
with the painting, yes? Er, yes.

I do hope it's you.

Actually, no.

Allright?

You're the finest Shipton Abbott
has to offer, are you?

Yes.

How very reassuring. Excuse me.

Hmm. He's a bundle of fun.

He's artistic. He's very highly strung.

Yeah, he should be.

Right, get yourself set up.

The Solo Mare!

It's a horse's bottom.

Yes...but the front end is looking
at Shipton Abbott in 1710.

Maybe they should have moved
the horse out the way.

Humphrey, let me introduce you
to our hostess.

This is Lady Louise Fitzallan.

Wonderful to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

Oh.

Anne and I are on
the Arts Committee together.

This is DS Williams.
You have a beautiful home.

Thank you.

Augustus Craig, the artist, was
my great-great-great-grandfather.

So l understand, yes.

I hear you're lending us
a constable for the evening.

It seems it really does pay
to have friends -

or rather, future son-in-laws -
in high places.

Yes. It's been a pleasure
meeting you both. And you.

Kelby...

...we'll leave you to it, then.
Thanks.

Um... Oh, and, sir,

um...thank you for
trusting me with this.

I can't think of a better man
for the job.

Justice for Edith!

Um...who are they?

Oh, they call themselves Edith's Army.

Who's Edith?
According to them,

the person who really painted
the Solo Mare.

Really?

OK, so that's everyone.

Mr Witham?

You'll lock the door behind us, yes?

Yes, sir.
Good.

No-one is to go beyond those ropes
until I return in the morning, yes?

Understood, sir.

Take that, Margo.

Yeah!

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pwww!

Thanks, Mum.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The power's gone out.

Hello?

Hello?

Huh!

You know me...

I'm here...

PC Hartford? Hello?

Is everything OK?

Er...yes, Mrs Lloyd.

Excellent. I wonder,
would you stay around

until Lady Louise and Mr Witham come up?

They're just having breakfast downstairs.
Of course.

Shall I bring you up a bacon sandwich?

Oh, yes, please!

Hello.
Hello.

Need a hand?
No, it's the last one.

Oh, mini Yorkshire puddings!
Excellent.

I'll save you one.

Thank you all very much for coming
to help us mark the historic return

of Shipton Abbott's very own Solo Mare.

As acting chair of the Arts Committee,

I'd like to thank Lady Louise Fitzallan

for inviting us into her home,

not to mention agreeing
to buy the painting

on behalf of Shipton Abbott.

I'd also like to thank
Mr Terence Witham,

the current owner of Solo Mare,

for agreeing to allow it to return home,

to come back, as it were,
to its rightful place,

to the manor house
where it was conceived.

After the unveiling, we will all witness

this historic moment live, as it were,

when the deeds of agreement are signed

and the transaction completed.

So without further ado, I would like
to invite the Mayor and Mayoress

to step forward and reveal to us

what we have all been waiting
a very long time to see.

On behalf of everyone
in Shipton Abbott...

...welcome home.

I will sue.

I will sue you.
I will sue the Arts Committee.

I mean, there was a police officer
in the room,

for goodnesst sake, in the room !

There's nothing we could have done!
It's...

I've checked with Mrs Fitzallan
in case anyone could have

hidden in the room before it was locked.

There are no secret compartments

or false walls anywhere in this room.

This window latch is broken,

which means it could be opened
from the outside.

I saw someone out of that
window running across the lawn

with a...an orange cap on.

What time?
Midnight.

Would you know them
if you saw them again?

I'm not sure, sir. It was dark
and it happened just after

the electric went off.
There was a power cut?

You didn't say anything.
Well, it came back on again.

But you didn't leave the room?

No.

Well...not really. I ...

I ... I opened the door
when the power went off.

You opened the door?

To see if anyone
was sorting out the electric.

But you stayed in the room?

I might have stepped out for a minute.

Gallery room needs to remain sealed
until Forensics get here.

I want a list of everyone
who stayed at the house last night.

Can someone tell me what's going on?

We'll bring you up to speed
as soon as we know more, sir.

I heard they came in through the window,

in which case, how the hell
did they get past him, hmm,

unless he left the room?

You did, didn't you?

Sir, that's enough.

Please go back inside
and let us do our job.

Ha ! You haven't exactly covered
yourself in glory so far,

have you? I want answers.

Then l suggest you leave us alone
to find some.

Bloody amateurs.

This is all my fault.

Hey, I think you'd better see this.

Just under the gallery room.

Must have been the guy
who Kelby saw running away.

Yeah, but if he was here
to steal the painting,

why risk getting caught
to stop and do graffiti?

Let's get it all taped off

and have Forensics check it
while they're here.

We waited all this time,
and it was here one night!

We'll get it back, Margo.
You'd better go and open the station.

Yeah.

What shall I do?

Maybe you go too.

If Kelby's right about
only being on the landing

a couple of minutes,
that's not long enough to break in,

get into the room,
take the painting from the frame,

and get back out again.

He must have been
out of the room longer.

Yes, agreed.
How's it going?

I'm a bit flummoxed, to be honest.

Mum's distraught.
It's not her fault.

That's not how she sees it.
She organised everything.

You will get it back for her, won't you?

It's going to be all right.

OK. Bye.

That was Dot Trowman.
Lost 25 sheep.

Got out of her bottom field.

I'll head down there.

Margo, anything back from the scene yet?

Forensics have just arrived.

Right.
Um, OK, while we're waiting for them,

let's start building a picture.

Background checks on these
to start with, please.

Thank you.

Missing a few, aren't we?

Er, who?

Head of the Arts Committee,
who organised everything.

Caterers...

You want me to investigate
my future mother-in-law

and my fiancee?

Depends if you want to be
thorough or not.

Just those people on the list.
Thank you, Margo.

Kelby...

...you mustn't blame yourself, you know.

I was the one guarding it.

Um... Well, then...
we find out what happened,

we arrest whoever's responsible,

and we get the painting back.

And we do that as a team,
we do it together. OK?

Yes, sir.

Good man.

OK.

So...let's assume that
whoever stole the Solo Mare

now intends to sell it,

so let's think about
how they would go about that.

Well, they can't just stick it on eBay.

Exactly. So what does that tell us?

Is this someone in the know?

Head of the Arts Committee?
Thank you, Margot.

And if the power being cut
was there as a diversion,

then where is the master fuse board,

and who had access to that?

And our protesters -

surely they had the biggest
motive of all, did they not,

if they believe that the Solo Mare

doesn't belong to the current owner,

or that it shouldn't be displayed
at Shipton Manor?

So who are they?
Can they account for their whereabouts?

And is Kelby's mystery man in the
orange baseball cap one of them?

Did you know about this feud
over the painting?

Most of Shipton does.

Augustus Craig had a young
stable girl called Edith

who worked on the estate,

but then went on to be an artist
in her own right.

The claim is that she was
Craig's secret protegee.

Not only that,
but because of the subject,

some believe she's the one
that painted the Solo Mare.

Yes, but wasn't it signed
by Augustus Craig?

Yeah, but they still
believe she painted it.

Both families have argued about
the provenance for generations.

Right.

Isla ?

Surprise, surprise.

Looks like you're expecting
another painting, Isla.

Very funny.

You do claim that the Solo Mare was
painted by one of your ancestors.

I don't claim anything.

I know it was.
By Edith ?

Stable girl?

My great-great-great-grandmother.

Yes, but Mr Witham is an expert. He...

He seems clear that it was painted
by Augustus Craig.

It's in his interest
for it to be painted by Craig.

More money for him if it is.

So? Are you going to ask me?

Ask you what?
If I nicked it.

Did you?
No.

But I would have done if I could.

There are others who feel as
passionately about Edith as you.

Do you think any of them
could be responsible?

How would I know? Better ask them.

One of them wears an orange
baseball cap, I believe.

Er, what was his name again?

No idea who you're talking about.

And blame who you like.

All I know is, I can't steal
something that's already mine.

And I can prove it.

Found it in Gran's things
when she passed.

It belonged to Edith .

A sketch of the Solo Mare!

Or a plan of how she wanted to paint it.

I'll never live it down.

Stop worrying. If anyone
can figure out what's happened,

it's Humphrey.

Hmm. I can only imagine
what your dad would say.

When he was chair,

all he ever talked about
was bringing the Solo Mare home.

Hello!

Humphrey, please tell me
you've found it.

Oh, well, not quite,

but we're making excellent progress.

Really?
Yes.

See, Mum? Told you.

Anne...

...so where do you stand

on the whole Edith ,
Augustus Craig debate?

Oh, the families have been
arguing about it for years.

It was signed by Craig,

but Martha's father had a great deal
of sympathy for the family.

He supported looking into it
if the Solo Mare was ever found.

But we lost him before that happened.

Rose, as requested.
Oh, thank you.

Humphrey.
Hi.

Anne. Oh, I heard about the painting.

It must have been quite a blow,
I imagine.

You've no idea.

Is there anything I can do to help?
Not unless you know who stole it.

Afraid not.

Well, I'd better get back.

Oh, Motty, did you mention to Humph

what we were talking about?
Oh, no. Sorry.

Oh, don't worry. Nothing too deep.

I just thought it might be
nice for you and I

to grab a beer sometime.
Beer?

Get to know each other.
After all, I am in partnership

with your fiancee.

I'm sure Humphrey's very busy.

Nonsense.
Great. What about later?

After work? Kitty's.

Couple of pints, bag of crisps,

and we can exchange some war stories.

Oh, why not?
Good man!

6:30?
I'll look forward to it.

Right.

Back on the case!

Esther. Hello.

There were nine protesters
outside the gates.

I'm working my way through them.

Oh, and it seems the only people
staying at the house

last night were Louise Fitzallan
and Terrance Witham.

Mr Fitzallan is away on business,
and there are no live-in staff.

OK. Very good. Thank you.
See you back at the station.

OK. See you soon.

Well, of course I'm aware of
the controversy surrounding

the painting. My father and Howard
almost came to blows over it.

Can you imagine?

And Howard is...?
Isla's father.

I see.

She and I have had
the occasional interaction,

but nothing quite so heated.

What kind of interaction?

Well, it usually consists
of her shouting at me in public

and me smiling politely.
It's all rather vulgar.

So when you went
to your room last night,

you didn't see or hear anything
until this morning?

Nothing.

PC Hartford said he might have
seen someone in the grounds

last night about midnight
wearing an orange baseball cap.

Have you any idea
who that might have been?

Um...no. Staff go home at 6:00,
so if there was anyone

in the garden after that,
they were trespassing.

Ah.

Can l ask if you saw or heard
anything last night?

Like what?

Were you aware there was
a power cut, for example?

Around midnight?
No.

You were asleep?
Yes!

Listen, since You're here,
maybe I could get back

into the gallery room.

I need to collect my things
before I go -

the display stand... The frame
itself is actually quite valuable.

You'll just need to bear with us
a while longer.

We need to keep the room sealed.

Perhaps if you came back tomorrow.

I don't suppose I have a choice.

We'll be as quick as we can.

Can l ask?

Were you aware of the controversy

surrounding the Solo Mare?

Of course!

The family are talking
absolute nonsense.

And you feel that the Solo Mare
is in keeping with other works

produced by Augustus Craig?

Without a shadow of a doubt.

It has his signature on it.

So if someone wanted to sell a
stolen painting of this quality,

how would they go about it?

A painting of this importance, Inspector,

is almost always stolen to order.

So they would have a buyer
already in place?

Oh, I can think of

a dozen private collectors
whotd pay good money for it.

What was the price agreed
between you and Mrs Fitzallan?

500,000.

Gosh.

So a buyer would pay that?

Even if they knew it was stolen?

Oh, maybe more.

Art, Inspector, is enhanced
by the tales that surround it.

And a painting that was stolen from
under the nose of a police officer

while he was in the room...

. .well, that is quite a story to recount
over dinner, isn't it, hmm?

You been to see Dot Trowman yet?

Look, I haven't got time to
go looking for missing sheep.

I need to find this bloke
I saw last night.

Do you know how many mug shots
are in the county database?

Surprise me.

219,411.

And how many have you looked at?

209.

And how many of tem are wearing
an orange baseball cap?

None.

Chin up. Only another 219,202 to go.

Thanks.

Nothing on any of the protesters, sir.

All either in bed or can prove they
were nowhere near the manor.

Yes, l suspected as much.

Margo, Forensics at Shipton Manor?

Good news or bad news?

Good.

They got prints from the window.
Great. And the bad?

There were around 30 people in the room,

so they'll need to do exclusion prints
on all of them.

I also checked with the power company.

There were no disruptions
in the power supply last night.

Yes, all very unhelpful.

You're welcome.

Oh, wait.

I HAVE got some good news.
Yes?

The Chief Superintendent's been on.

Wants you were at the hub,
9:00 tomorrow morning.

How is that good news?

You can get croissants and coffee
on your way back.

Yes. Right...

Come on. Come on, everyone.
What are we missing?

Gate cameras?
Nothing.

And the manor house
has a three-mile perimeter.

There's lots of places
they could have got in.

OK, what about this power cut?
If it wasn't the grid,

then it must have been cut off
in the house.

And only Terence Witham and Louise
Fitzallan were inside the house.

Background checks?
Did Mrs Fitzallan first.

Thought that'd be the most interesting.

Turns out the Fitzallans
aren't as loaded as I thought.

The husband inherited the house,

but they struggle to afford
the running costs.

They can afford half a million
pounds for a painting, though.

What about our art dealer,
Terence Witham?

Known for his niche tastes,

beginning his career
specialising in works

depicting alternative lifestyles -

escapologists, circus performers,
and the like.

Er, discovered the Solo Mare in a
small town auction in January 2022.

Lists his heroes as Banksy,
Mozart, and the Dalai Lama.

An eclectic mix. But again,
as he already owned the painting,

what possible motive
could he have to steal it?

So we're back to our man
in the baseball cap. Yes.

Yes, he definitely feels like he
is the key to unlock everything.

We need to find him.

You were seen.

It doesn't matter by who.
Just don't do anything else.

The police have been here all afternoon.
Just wait.

No. We had an agreement.

So, football. I'm a Chelsea man.
What about you?

I don't really follow football.
Sorry.

Rugby?

Gosh, l'm not sure l know the rules,
to be honest.

So, you and Martha...
The Caribbean, right?

Er, yes.

Well, l was stationed there.
She was travelling.

We had met briefly a year or so
before in London.

A happy coincidence.

I still wake up every morning and...

...well, wonder what she sees in me,
really.

OK.

I guess it's just
one of life's mysteries.

Best not to think about it too much.

Guess l'd jinx it.

We could always ask her.

I do. She says we're the perfect fit.

Like yin and yang.

I don't know which is which.

I think l'm maybe yang.

Perversely, I used to think
we were perfect together.

Turns out she didn't feel the same way.

Lucky for me.

Sorry.

don't be. it's true.

So, I need to ask, does it bother you,

us working together?

Should it?

Of course not.

Ha!
Hi.

How did it go?

Oh, it was brilliant.

It turns out we have loads in common.

You have nothing in common.

That's not true, actually.

We narrowed it down to...you...

...and cheese and onion crisps.

Was it a disaster?

Oh, not a disaster, no, but...

...l'm not sure what you saw
in either of us, to be honest.

What shall we do for dinner?

Oh, Mum's still upset
about the missing painting,

so I said we'd eat with her,
if that's OK.

Yeah, of course.

Archie asked me if we were planning
to start a family.

I didn't know what to tell him.

So what did you say?

I told him we were thinking about it.

And we are.

Are we?

Come on. Mum's waiting.

OK.

I knew you'd still be in here.

I need to find him.

Home.

Just give me ten more minutes.

Now.
OK.

I've got a fancy-dress party
at Jamie Elvints,

and I'm late as it is.

Who are you going as?

Kenny Everett.

Who's that?

Before your time.

Come on. Find Mr Baseball Cap tomorrow.

OK.

Yeah, so he's a Caucasian male.

Um...

...height-wise, he's around here, 5'9".

Er...and he was wearing a baseball cap.

Ring any bells?

Hi there. Um...

Had a baseball cap. Orange.

Er, about this height.

About this height.
He had an orange hat on.

No?

All right, thank you.

Excuse me...

Oh!

So sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, gosh. Nearly did it again.

OK.
Oh, sorry.

I think l'm just a bit nervous.

I'm in to meet my new
Chief Superintendent.

Does nothing but moan
about how much money

Shipton Abbott are spending.

Oh, you're from one of
the old station houses.

Yes. We're old, but perfectly formed,

Or pretty, but not very efficient.

I think we're efficient enough.

Oh, I don't doubt it as people,
but we've moved on, haven't we?

Away from a system
of individual outposts

towards a more modern
and joined-up approach.

Shared information and technology,

facial recognition systems,
biometrics...

l just prefer
good old-fashioned policing.

Running around with whistles?

Well, with respect, um...
that's your interpretation.

And as an inspector
sitting behind a desk...

Except I'm not an inspector.
Yeah, two pips.

Pip and a crown.

Oh, gosh. Sorry.
That that makes you a...

...Chief Superintendent.

Shall we go to my office?

Well, l'm guessing you'd like
an update on the Solo Mare.

Do you have one?

We're still pursuing leads.

So that's a no.

Actually, that's not why I brought
you here, nor was it to listen

to your views on 21st-century
policing, enlightening as that was,

or even to tell you off face-to-face

for spending too much money.

Did you look around earlier?

You'll find every force
in the county with a base here.

This place is the beating heart
of the South West Police.

And what does that make us?
The kidney?

More like a benign growth.

Fine for now,
dangerous if left unchecked.

Tactical Command are considering
bringing you and your team

into this building,

closing down the old station house.

But that's a shame.
For who?

Us, but also the community,

who've been using that building
for 100 years.

You'll have more support here,
more resources,

community liaison.
Be part of a bigger picture.

Oi !

Here! You've not paid for that!

Oi !

Hey!
Sorry, lads, sorry!

What are you doing here?

Went out without my computer.

It's got my wholesale order on it.

What are these?

We had a Turner visit in 1987.

Your father planned it all.
Went off beautifully.

Oh, Mum, I told you.

You can't keep blaming yourself.

You weren't even there.

I really just can't help thinking
that I let him down...

...Motty.

So...how was the Chief Super?

Oh, good. Spilled coffee on her,

then got given a lecture
on modern policing methods.

Oh, dear.

But this will cheer you up.

Kelby found our mystery
baseball cap man.

Where?
At the fish market, apparently.

Anyway, he's processing him now.

Excellent.

We have got other things
to be doing, you know.

We're not all sitting here
twiddling our thumbs.

Now, I said we'll get to it,
and we will.

Right?
What was that?

Seems everyonets moaning at me today.

That was Dot Trowman
moaning about her sheep.

Then I had that Witham on earlier.

Wanted to know if he can
get in the gallery yet

to get his stuff out.

I'd say yes.
I think we're done there.

OK. He is in the interview room,
ready for you.

Thanks, Kelby.
Yes. Great work, Kelby.

Sir, um...

...this might not be important,

but when I saw him first,
and I'm not sure about this,

but he was with a woman,

and it looked like she was
passing something to him.

She was a little older,

and it looked like Mrs Fitzallan
from the manor.

Aaron Cole.

Previous for criminal damage,
theft, and common assault.

OK. So...can you tell us what
you were doing in the grounds

of Shipton Manor the night
before last around midnight?

You were seen.

On the night a painting
worth �500,000 was stolen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa !
You ain't pinning that on me.

Unless you've got a really good
explanation for being there,

it doesn't look good, does it?

Right now, you're our prime suspect.

I didn't steal anything, I swear!

Well, if you're innocent,

you can be out of this room
in five minutes.

I mean, you're no stranger
to this process,

by the sound of things, are you, Aaron?

So...you know full well that the
only way that's going to happen

is if you tell us the truth,

and if you tell us exactly
why you were there.

If it helps...

...we already know about Mrs Fitzallan.

Do you really think
she's going to protect you?

She wanted me to nick the painting.

So you admit stealing it?
No.

I was supposed to draw that stuff
on the back of the house

the first night. Then the
second night, she was supposed

to leave the window open
and the alarm off

so I could get the painting.

That way, people would blame
the protesters.

But she phoned me yesterday
to call it all off.

Arranged to meet her in town.

Told her I wanted paying anyway.

Wait. So the plan was for you to
steal the painting last night?

Yeah.

But it looks like someone beat me to it.

Aaron Cole was at school
with my son James.

I spent most of their teenage years
telling James to stay away from him.

All rather ironic.
So you contacted him?

My circle of criminal acquaintances
is rather small.

You admit you were paying him
to steal the painting?

After what you've just said,
it would be rather churlish not to.

You see, my husband
isn't away on business.

Charles is actually in Antigua...

...with his secretary...

...and most of our money.

I'm sorry.

Then why go through
with buying the painting?

Because I'm a Fitzallan,

and the guardianship of this house
comes with responsibilities.

The homecoming of the Solo Mare
brought the entire community

back together.
How could I suddenly announce

I wasn't going to go through with it?
It would have been...

...excruciating.

Charles had arranged to borrow the money

and convinced me to use the manor
as security against the loan.

So you hoped to claim on the
insurance to help pay back the loan?

And save face in the process.

Rather tawdry solution, don't you think?

Which means that the painting
had to be stolen last night,

because until then,
you didn't actually own it.

Exactly.

The only good thing to come out
of this conversation

is that you will now see
that it wasn't in my interest

to steal it any sooner.

Sir!
Yes. Coming.

Mr Witham, please let me help.

Yes, I'll take that, thank you.

Sorry we couldn't let you go any sooner.

Yeah, whatever.

Aaron Cole could be lying.

He might have stolen the painting anyway.

Yes, very true.

And nothing in this case
is quite what it seems.

I'm starting to think we may never
find out what happened.

I suppose me taking over
his place on the Arts Committee

was my way of holding on to him
a bit longer.

I know.

I still miss him.

You see, but I know I shouldn't
after all this time.

You stop mentioning it to people.

Well, because it starts to be
a bit awkward after a while.

As if sympathy has a use-by date,

and once you're past that date,

you're supposed to snap out of it,

stop harking back to the past, move on-

But it's difficult to move on...

...on your own...

...when you're so used
to doing everything together.

I miss him too.

Oh, I know you do.

You don't get your own way
as much as you used to,

when he was here.

True. Just my luck to get left
with the strict parent!

Mm.

I know why you came back.

Oh?

You were worried about me
being on my own.

Oh, I'm sure the dream
of opening your own cafe

and being fed up with London
was all true too,

but that's not why you came back.

And you were right.

I'm not sure
I could have coped on my own.

But that's what you do,
isn't it, for people you love?

Put your own wants and needs to one side

and give them what they need.

I never thought about it like that.

All I ever wanted was for your dad
to be content and happy.

I suppose that's what Humphrey's
doing for you, isn't it?

Giving up everything
to come down here with you?

Yes, he is.

And he's doing that
because he loves you.

It's a very precious thing,
you know, Motty, love.

You hold on to it...
as tightly as you can.

Sir, I ...

lf our intruder came in
through the gallery window,

he's already inside the room
where the painting actually was.

So why did the power
need to be switched off

and why didn't Kelby see him?

I don't know.
But I asked for the sale memo

from when Witham originally
bought the painting -

part of the auction house's
due diligence.

Why? Well, I was hoping there might
be something in it that might

solve the debate, give Isla
some peace of mind.

That was a nice thing to do.

Mm. Not sure it helps, though.

The only thing of note
is that the artist may have used

the canvas before and overpainted,
but even that's quite common.

Doesn't that help?
Might make it worse.

If Craig painted over Edith's painting,

it's still an original Craig.

Ha... l keep coming back
to the power being turned off.

Common sense demands that
we look at the two people

who were actually inside the house
when the painting was stolen.

Hmm. Louise Fitzallan
and Terence Witham.

But we've discounted them both.

Sheep!

What?

She's been on the phone again.
Threatening to go to HQ.

Fine. I'll go.

But I can't see
how you can lose 25 sheep.

It's not like they can turn
invisible, is it?

Or maybe they're just
playing hide-and-seek.

Hmm.

Thanks, Margo.

Hiding!
What?

Hiding! lt's the only thing
we've never really considered.

I'm not following.

Sir?

We've always known that it was
impossible to climb in through

the window, steal the painting, and
get out again in the two minutes

that Kelby said he was on the
landing. So what did we do?

We chose not to believe him.

But what if he was telling the truth?

What if it was two minutes or less?

That's not possible.

Exactly. And that's the point.

That's why everything
is not quite what it seemed,

because we were trying

to prove something
that never actually happened.

See, when Witham left art college,

he worked with the art of the macabre,

with magicians and show people.

And?
And on his website,

he listed as one of his heroes
Banksy. Remember? Yeah.

So, at the auction for Banksy's
famous Girl With Balloon picture,

what did he do?

He shredded it!

I remember that!

Yes!

Not sure I understand.

Where's that report you had earlier?
Here.

Thank you.

Oh, l think l've got it.

OK...so who stole the Solo Mare?

I did.

I think when Terence Witham first got

the auction house report,
he saw it exactly as you did.

It confirmed it was of the period,

in keeping with the work
of Augustus Craig.

And, yes, there was a mention
of a possible overpainting

at the bottom of the canvas,
but that's not unusual.

As far as he was concerned,
everything checked out.

He'd bought a genuine Augustus Craig

for a fraction of what it
was really worth.

But...at some point, he became
curious about what was underneath.

The overpainting was
at the bottom of the canvas

where the signature would be.

So l think he found
Edith 's signature

beneath that of Augustus Craig...

...thereby...

...confirming the theory that Craig
had signed his protegee's painting.

So Witham knew
it was Edith 's all along.

And he also knew that,
unlike an Augustus Craig original,

a painting of a horse's backside
by a stable girl

would be worthless in comparison.

And he'd already agreed the sale
with the Arts Committee.

Yeah. But more importantly,
he knew that now the painting

was home in Shipton Abbott,
the clamour to have it tested

to finally prove who the real artist was

and end the controversy
would be irresistible.

And if that happened,
it would ruin his reputation.

And no doubt have Louise Fitzallan
demanding her money back. But...

...the sale already being agreed
also gave him an opportunity.

What better way to disguise
the theft of your own painting

than doing it while it's in
someone else's care?

Ours.

So what if he was inspired
by a combination of

Banksy's shredding frame
and his early work with magicians?

And he constructed a frame...

...designed to hide the painting...
within it.

OK, so that's everyone. Mr Witham?

So, on the night of the supposed theft,

it was simple enough for him
to make any last-minute adjustments

to the painting before he left.

You'll lock the door behind us, yes?

Yes, sir.

No-one is to go beyond those ropes
until I return in the morning,

yes?
Understood, sir.

Like any magician worth his salt,

he knew about the importance
of misdirection

and making the audience
look the other way

to cover what they're really doing.

Creating the illusion

that the painting was stolen
when the lights went out.

Exactly!

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Witham waited a minute or two,
and turned the power back on.

Then, the next morning,
when the room opened up again,

more misdirection,
as he broke the window latch.

All that was left was to be as surprised

as everyone else on the morning
of the unveiling.

On behalf of all of us
in Shipton Abbott,

welcome home.

And none more than Louise Fitzallan,
who had her own plan in place

to steal the painting for herseff.

And that's why Witham was
so keen to get back in the room

and collect his frame.

Yes, but the person l believe
who actually took the painting

from this house...

...was me.

Mr Witham, please let me help.

Yes, I'll take that, thank you.

Sorry we couldn't let you go any sooner.
Yeah...

OK, fine.

He left the manor house
five minutes ago.

Right. Get his vehicle details.
Put out an APB.

Sure.

Step aside!

Step aside, sir.

All right, calm down.
Calm down. It's all right.

All right, everyone! Phone...

Well, come on, then.

Calm down. Sh. It's all right.

Mrs Trowman, I've got your sheep.

Um, you're going to need
to bring a truck, all right?

And...

Jeez.

Who the hell's in charge here?

I am.

You !

APB on black Ford Transit Courier -

registration Echo November 1-5

Yankee Sierra Bravo.

Driven by a Terence Witham,

dark hair, 5'11",
last seen leaving Shipton Abbott

heading towards Exeter.

Wanted on suspicion of fraud.
Please apprehend.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Excuse me.

No!

Oi !

Come back. Oi !

Care to show us how this works?

Very well.

Let's see.

So it was in the room the whole time?

It wasn't stolen on my watch?

No, it wasn't.

So...my record on guarding
valuable paintings...

...is still 100%.

Yes, well done, Kelby.

Take him away, will you?

Yes, sir!

Well done, Sergeant.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hmm. Louise Fitzallan has offered
to buy the Solo Mare anyway.

Really?
At a tenth of the price.

Why? She knows it wasn't
painted by her ancestor.

Who knows?

But Edith was still a local,

so at this rate, Shipton Abbott
might just embrace YOU

as one of our own.

The man who saved the Solo Mare.

Yes, well, right now, I'd happily settle

for the gratitude of
my future mother-in-law.

Goodnight, sir.

Sergeant.

What do you want?

We could start with a cup of tea.

Perfect timing.

I've just made your mother
a very happy woman.

I'm not sure if I want you
to elaborate or not!

Just found her painting.

I knew you would !
Yes.

Selwyn!

Selwyn's back.

Selwyn?
Yes. Well, he needed a name,

and rather strangely, l found myseff
missing the Commissioner.

This will soften the blow a little.

Eat.
Yes.

Pasta! just what a hungry man needs
after catching an art fraudster.

Just what a woman needs too,

to build up her strength
before she starts IVF again.

What?

You mean...?

So we have a man in the middle
of a newly-formed crop circle,

with a page of a Charles Dickens
novel tucked into his sock.

I think we have our work cut out
with this one, Sergeant.

It's perfectly obvious
your feelings for Archie

are starting to come back.

There's always something unusual
going on round here.

How are you?
Good. And you?

Same.
Excellent.

If it is our man, he wasn't alone.

If you say the word "alien" again,

I won't be responsible for my actions.

I need to tell you something.