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Ting, ting, ting. Congratulations, everyone.

18 months of hard work. 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 explosive.

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.

What are you doing here?

- 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.

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

Right.

Oh.

Hello. Rosa, we should do...

DI Palmer. Yes.

- 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?

Crime scene, sir.

Great shout. Shall we?

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

So what, you investigate paintings then?

All sorts. Really? Art theft, illegal trafficking,

forgery, fraud.

- And murder. - 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 dick

and he wanted to send me packing back to London.

Am I close?

- Bang on, sir. - Huh.

Shall we?

- DI Palmer? - Yes.

Dr. Naoko Yoshida.

The victim was found at 10 past 7:00 this morning

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.

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 murder 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.

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.

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.

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 gun.

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.

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.

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.

If there's nothing else, Inspector.

I think we're good. Thank you.

Thank you.

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, 17th century, Dutch.

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 murder weapon?

No, sir.

Looks like a phone number.

Bank account?

I don't think so.

Take away.

All right.

20-- Sagalee, 54-- Peshwari naan.

37-- chicken korma.

What is the point of a korma?

- 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.

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.

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 shoot that painting?

There's a paintball center just down the road.

Let's pay them a visit.

- You'd better get that. - Yeah.

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

Shit.

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.

- Help you? - Maybe.

PC Malik, East Yorkshire police.

DI Palmer.

Just inquiring about an incident at Astleigh estate.

I heard. A murder 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?

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.

Hello?

- It's Derek. - What?

I've just had the police here.

Front door is open.

Check the window.

Mr. Kennedy?

Malik!

Mr. Kennedy!

Get off me!

You're coming quietly.

What were you thinking?

That you jumped to conclusions.

Why would we do that?

Because of your conviction for assault?

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 gun.

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 shoot 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 explosive 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.

Um...

Um...

Sir?

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.

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.

Could I get a lift to the hotel?

Got some bedtime reading to do.

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 murder.

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.

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 murder?

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.

Triumph.

This must be what Crozier was talking about.

Huh?

The ship's bow has been over-painted.

I need to see what's underneath that paint.

Phone records have come through.

Text messages from the night of the murder.

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 killed.

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.

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 slave 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.

Slave 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 explosive revelation.

Not great for PR, is it?

Was Crozier blackmailing you?

No, no, of course not.

There were some papers taken from his desk.

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 murder 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.

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 shoot a painting?

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 murderer would have taken it there and then.

Exactly.

Good work, Malik. Really.

And Astleigh definitely didn't shoot the painting.

So who did?

And how did Crozier manage to spot the renamed slave 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.

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.

You chose one of Astleigh's worthless old paintings.

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

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 killed him with?

What are you doing here?

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 slave 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 killed 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?

Dunstan Fisher, I'm arresting you

for the murder 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.

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.

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.

Hello, son.