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Terrible.

Mr. MacAllister. Anything
I can do for you?

All good. Thanks, Kevin.

Your dinner jacket and shoes

have been cleaned and
left in your room.

Let me know if you
need anything else.

Actually, I have
a guest arriving.

Have front desk send
them up to my suite.

Of course. And enjoy tonight.

Uh, breakfast, usual time or...?

Usual time.

Hey, it's Rick MacAllister.

Just checking you
got my message.

Look, I'm big enough to admit
it when I made a mistake.

But I'm going to make sure
everybody knows about this.

Just give me a minute.

Keep the champagne circulating.

And smile.

Any sign of our
glorious benefactor?

No. The car's still
waiting for him.

And reception are saying
there's no answer from his room.

Shall I call him again?

Yes.

MacAllister Gallery.

I see you got what you wanted.

It's a significant collection
of Titanic memorabilia.

It's an exciting
day for the museum.

Quite. What price
integrity, hmm?

Excuse me.

Free fizz.

Are you surprised to see me?

I got an invite from
the man himself.

Well, there's no
accounting for taste.

Excuse me?

You don't say that to my face.

Mr. Buchanan.

Thank you for joining us.

Wendy, you are looking divine.

I think some of the press
were keen to speak to you.

Where is he? This
is ridiculous.

He's not answering his phone.

Rich Americans.

He's probably decided to
fly to Paris for his dinner.

Alright, well, we
can't wait any longer.

We're gonna have to
do it without him.

-I'm so sorry.
-It's not your fault.

Bloody MacAllister.

Well, this is gonna
be embarrassing.

Good morning, Mr. MacAllister.

Mr. MacAllister?

Mr. MacAllister?

Emergency services?
Custom House Hotel.

It's one of our guests.

I think he's dead.

Wow. It's like a
bank with bedrooms.

You think we get to stay here?

Mm.

I mean, MacAllister
was minted, right?

-Sold his gambling app.
-Betopia.

For an absolute stack

and spends his money doing up
anything to do with the Titanic.

I mean, why would you?

-"Disasterabilia."
-Not a word.

Should be, though.

Collectibles relating
to major catastrophes.

Plane wrecks,
wars, sunken ships.

But why the Titanic?

He reckons he had a
relative on board.

Mind you,

if all the relatives that
Americans say were on board

really were, it's
probably why it sunk.

Come on.

Thank you.

D.I. Palmer, D.C. Malik? P.C.
White, Northern Ireland Police.

Call me Rory.
-Shazia. Cheers.

Good to meet you, Rory.

Well, this has
caused quite a stir.

Who found the body?

Concierge. First
thing this morning.

I've taken a statement.

Mobile phone and wallet
were still in his room.

I've informed the family...
well, his ex-wife.

D.I. Palmer.
Raithlin, Pathology.

I shouldn't be here.
Nothing suspicious.

Whole things screams
natural causes.

Anyway, level of rigor mortis

suggests he's been dead
a little over 18 hours.

Allowing for the
air conditioning,

I'd put the time of
death between 4:00 p.m.

and 6:00 p.m. yesterday.

MacAllister arrived back at
the hotel around 3:00 p.m.,

so that fits.

Could it be a drug overdose?

No sign of injection marks,
no drug paraphernalia.

Most likely heart failure.

But the autopsy will confirm.

Results tomorrow.

Blimey, it's a tip in here.

My student flat was
tidier than this.

For a rich bloke, he's got
a lot of cheap aftershave.

No heart medication or
blood pressure drugs.

Doesn't look like he was dealing
with any serious health issues.

Good taste in whiskey.

There's a faint circle here.

Maybe there were two glasses.

He had company?

Could be.

Smells like whiskey.

Let's make sure that we
get this checked out.

Just move for me, will you?

There's indentations
in the carpet.

This chair has been moved

and then put back
in the wrong place.

It could... It could
have been him, of course.

There's two trails.

Heel marks.

There was someone else here.

I think they were sharing
a whiskey together.

And then something happened,
and the chair got knocked over,

and they dragged him to the bed.

Unconscious?

Yeah. And then they laid him
out and took his shoes off.

You don't think he
did that himself?

Well, looking at the bathroom,

MacAllister wasn't
exactly big on tidiness.

But look at the bedroom.
It's so ordered.

And the shoes are side by side.

Somebody else did that.

We need to get the SOCOs
to process this scene.

And we need to get background
on the phone records

and the CCTV.
-Already asked.

Only CCTV is in the lobby.
-Annoying.

We need to speak to
somebody at the museum.

Who's our contact?

The head curator, Molly Gordon.

Great. Let's go.

Um... Yeah.

We have the terms of
the donation in writing.

We just need clarity
on the situation.

What is the legal status
of the MacAllister bequest?

Mm-hmm. Yes. Of course.

Thank you. Okay.

Ms. Gordon, heritage crime,
D.I. Palmer, D.C. Malik.

Hi. Sorry about that.

As you can imagine, it's been
quite a difficult morning.

This is Wendy Boyle, my
assistant and archivist.

It's just awful, I
mean, what's happened.

No one seems to know.

That's why we're
here. To find out.

-It's just such a shock.
-We're just trying to establish

a timeline of
MacAllister's movements.

Well, we were actually supposed
to be in a meeting about now.

Should we start with
yesterday afternoon?

Yeah. Sorry. Yes. Sorry.
That's so stupid of me.

Um, so yesterday, he was
supposed to be here around 6:00,

but he was late. Wendy
called him, called his hotel.

But there was...
there was no answer.

And it was too late to cancel.

And you were here all afternoon?

Well, between here
and the museum.

We were dashing all
over, weren't we?

It was quite a big deal for us.

Everyone was so excited.

We'll need a complete
list of guests.

I can get that.

She's taken it quite badly.

Her mom died a few months ago,
so it just brings it all back.

Is there anyone else that
knew MacAllister in Belfast?

Uh, well, Alexander
Buchanan, antique dealer.

He sourced most of
MacAllister's collection.

They go way back.
-And he was at the launch?

Saw him starting an
argument with a woman.

He had a knack for that.

When was the last time
you saw MacAllister?

Uh, we gave him a tour of
the museum a few days ago.

Showed him this space
and the storage rooms.

And Wendy showed him
her precious archives.

No greater privilege.

Press, trustees, plus the
great and good of Belfast.

Thanks.

I'll get Rory to start
checking them out.

Rory, tomorrow morning,

I want you to go
through all the CCTV.

See if we can
identify his roommate.

Will do, Boss.

Forensics are looking at the
whiskey bottle and the glass.

Of course, it could
still be natural causes.

His ex-wife said he didn't have

any underlying
health conditions.

Something doesn't
seem right, does it?

Concierge said he was
expecting a visitor,

but I think there was somebody
already in there with him

who got him to the bed
and removed his shoes.

Still, we can't do anything
until we get the autopsy report,

so we might as
well call it a day.

So, Shazia, are you doing
anything this evening?

I was thinking maybe I could
show you some of the sights.

Sure, that'd be great.

Boss, you up for that?

No, no. You guys go.
Go have some fun.

Right. See you in the morning.

Cheers.

Bali Glam.

Thought you should
at least sample

the finest local mineral water.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Mmm. Amazing.

You can really
taste the... water.

-Right?
-Mm.

So, what do you think?

Be interesting to see
what the CCTV throws up.

Ah, well, we can look
at that tomorrow.

Yeah. I think if we can spot
someone in the reception,

that'd give us a strong lead.

Sure.

So what do you
reckon to Belfast?

It's great.

I'm still hoping to squeeze
in the Titanic tour.

Love that film.

Hand on heart, I
haven't seen it.

Get out! Seriously, get out.

Spoiler, ship sinks.

-No. You're joking.
-Mm.

Cheers.
-Cheers.

Hi, this is Rosa Cunningham.

Hopefully I'm doing
something interesting.

Please leave me a message.

Hey, Rosa. It's me.

Sorry. It's, um, Mick.

I'm here in Belfast on
a case about the Titanic

that I thought you
might find interesting.

I hated that movie,
but the museum's cool.

But if you like the film,
then pay no attention to me.

I probably misjudged it, and I'd
be totally up for a re-watch.

Um, anyway, I'll call you
when I get back to London.

See ya.

Here's MacAllister arriving.

3:00.

So if he had a visitor,

it would be from
this point onwards.

See if you can find
out who he's calling.

Palmer. I come bearing gifts.

Results within.

Apologies. I was hasty.

Cause of death was
a drug overdose.

Toxicology report shows
a high concentration

of a synthetic opioid.

Self-administered?

We didn't find
anything in the hotel.

It can be prescribed
as pain relief,

but the quantities ingested
suggest something else.

-How much did he take?
-Four milligrams.

Just two would be
fatal for most people.

Oh. Forensics asked
me to give you this.

-Thanks.
-Initial findings.

Best of luck.

Here we go.

So the prints on the whiskey
glass were MacAllister's,

but they found traces
of liquid opioid.

So somebody spiked the drink

and then waited
for him to pass out

and then dragged him to the bed.

Reckon so.

And then took his shoes off.

Okay. Got something.

This is an hour later.

-Who is it?
-Don't know,

but I'm pretty sure
I recognize the face.

It's her. Isn't it?

The woman arguing with Buchanan.

-That's good work, Rory.
-Mm.

See if you can find a name
and dig out an address.

Ms. Wallace, do
you have a moment?

Make it quick.
I'm up to my eyes.

D.I. Palmer, D.C.
Malik. Heritage Crime.

Heritage what?

Crime.

Yesterday morning, Rick
MacAllister was found dead

in his hotel room.

What's that got to do with me?

How well did you know him?

I didn't.

I tried to sell him
something from the Titanic.

What was that?

A dinner plate from first class.

Mint condition.

Must be worth a bit.

Six figures easy.

My great-great grandfather
was one of the waiters.

He smuggled the plate
onto the lifeboat.

It's been in the
family ever since.

So MacAllister was
interested in buying it?

No, he said it was a fake.

So how come you were
at the press launch?

He invited me.

Why would he do that?

When was the last
time you saw him?

A few days ago, when I
showed him the plate.

So you weren't at the hotel
at 4:00 p.m. on Thursday?

Because the CCTV caught you.

I was going on a date up
to the first floor bar.

At 4:00 in the afternoon?

What, are you telling me when
I can and can't have a drink?

No.

Anyway, the bastard
never showed.

Now he's ghosting me.
-Got a name?

Can't remember,
luckily, for that prick.

Alright, Ms. Wallace.

Well, thank you for your time.

Dreadful business.

News travels fast.

Belfast is a small
city, Inspector.

So, you knew him well?

We did the odd bit of
business over the years.

I mainly dealt with his people.

So you hardly knew him?

But you were at the
museum reception.

As I say, it's a small city.

Are these books anthropodermic?

Indeed.

Well spotted, Inspector.

Bound in human skin.

In this instance, the notorious
highwayman John Burke.

You're not serious?

It was his own final request.

Highly sought after.

Much like John Burke himself.

Please.

No?

Sorry. Back trouble.

What else was MacAllister
interested in?

Anything and everything.

Paintings of the
Titanic. Posters.

But of course, the real prize

was anything that
came from the wreck.

I sourced several items

that came directly
from the ocean floor.

Immaculate provenance.

Now, if there's nothing else...

Did he invite you
to his hotel room

on Thursday afternoon?

No. I was here.

Do you know why
MacAllister decided

to donate his collection?

Who knows the ways of the
incredibly rich, Inspector?

Of course, with his passing,

I assume the donation
will now be reversed.

Well, Molly Gordon's
optimistic it won't be.

Well, that would be great news
for the museum and the city.

Of course, it can't have
been easy for Molly.

Why's that?

Dealing with MacAllister.

Betopia. His gambling empire.

Blood money.

Something of a moral dilemma
for her, wouldn't you say?

I thought him and MacAllister
were meant to go way back.

He acted like he
hardly knew the guy.

And he's done well out of
MacAllister over the years.

I can't see a motive
for him to kill him.

He clearly knows his stuff

and has some really interesting
things in his showroom.

Creepy, you mean.

And he was quick to throw
Molly Gordon's name out there.

Her moral dilemma?

Yeah, I noticed that.
We'll deal with it soon as.

But firstly, I am starving.

Good shout. I'll
find somewhere.

Nice.

Ooh! Straight in
with the Ulster fry.

Strong game. Belfast's
contribution to world cuisine.

Love me a bit of potato bread.

You're missing out, Inspector.

That is Cheddar's
contribution to world cuisine.

So I ran a background
check on Wallace's garage.

Looks like she was
in a bit of trouble.

You think she needed the
money from selling the plate?

Definitely. And if MacAllister
was going to tell the world

it was a fake, she'd
have been shafted.

-Nice work, Rory.
-Have a chip.

I think I've found
out why Molly Gordon

had beef with MacAllister.

Mm.

It's an article in the Belfast
Herald about her brother.

Inspector. Any news?

Everyone's desperate to know
where the museum stands.

Does this mean you're going to
have to call off the exhibition?

You'd be happy with that,
though, wouldn't you?

What? Of course not. It's
been years of negotiating.

A huge donation, all built
on the proceeds of gambling.

Can't sit easy with you.

We know about your brother.

Yeah. Yeah, Dez had it bad.

I mean, hardly surprising.

They made it easy for him.

You know, one touch of
a button on your phone,

and out goes £1,000.

It's like a portable casino.

Thanks to sites like Betopia.

No, addiction is a disease.

I know that now.

They say it was suicide, but...

it was gambling that killed him.

You must have hated MacAllister.

No. I live in the real world.

I hated when
MacAllister stood for,

but I didn't hate him.

His donation was
incredibly generous.

It's an exceptional collection.

What was he interested in?

The usual.

His mythical relative.

The one who was on the ship.

Boss? Got something.

Fingerprints from
inside the hotel room.

Mostly MacAllister's,
some they can't trace.

Two fingerprints from
outside of the door.

They've got a match.

What were you doing in
MacAllister's hotel room?

I've already told you I wasn't.

I was in the bar, and
my date was a no show,

so I went to the press lounge.

We've got your fingerprints

on the door handle of
MacAllister's hotel room.

Can you explain why
your prints are on file?

Oh, come... It was
from years ago.

It was a pub fight and pissed
up clothes. And it was nothing.

None of this has anything
to do with me, okay?

I-I swear, I never
entered his room.

=We know you needed money.

We know you needed
to sell the plate.

MacAllister found
out it was a fake.

Jesus. It's not a fake.

That came from Buchanan.

So you tried to sell
it to him first?

Yes. And he said
it was a fake.

So then I went to MacAllister,

and he wasn't having
none of it, neither.

Part of them just
looking down on me,

what, because I don't
sound like them.

Why, but the American,
the American is happy

to buy three plates
off of Buchanan.

Right. So why did
you go to his room?

MacAllister changed
his mind. He phoned me.

He told me to come up to his
room before the press thing.

So I went up, but he
never answered, so I left.

We've had a call
reporting a burglary.

And?

Only it's Ms.
Wallace's business.

-What?
-Where'd you keep the plate?

No. Wait here.

Rory, you go round the back,
see if there's another way out.

Ah, shit!

Little shit.

Oi!
-See you later.

Wee shit.

They didn't get into the
safe. They didn't get it.

Somebody obviously thinks
your plate's worth something.

Are you gonna arrest me, then?

No. But I need to
borrow your plate.

MacAllister's
first class plates.

According to Buchanan,

recovered directly
from the wreckage

and verified by the
museum archives.

Amazing to think these
were lying at the bottom

of the sea all that time.

So, Wallace's plate,
carried off by a relative.

Now, they should
be the same weight.

But hers feels a little lighter.

No salt damage, obviously.

But there is
something different.

-Take it.
-Okay.

They're both Spode.

Both have the White
Star branding.

And the garland stenciling.

But the gold on the Charlotte
Wallace plate is not the same.

It's subtle, but it's
visibly different.

So it is a fake.

So where does that leave us?

Well, she has a motive,

and we can put her at his hotel
room at the time of death.

But what we can't prove is
whether she went in or not.

It's Rory. He says
he's at a loose end.

What should I say?

Whatever you want. Don't
let me get in the way.

Okay. Uh, "chase down

MacAllister's phone records."

I'm not sure it's a work
assignment he's after.

Oh. Yeah. I suppose
it is a bit late.

You know he likes you, right?

What? No. He's just
being friendly.

-You think?
-Yeah, totally.

We should talk to
Molly Gordon again.

She clearly hated
MacAllister's business.

Yeah, but she got
over it pretty quickly

when she saw the
size of the donation.

And besides, where's she
gonna find a bunch of opioids?

Prescription pain relief?

You're thinking about the
shoes again, aren't you?

Why did they take them off?
Why are they next to the bed?

I mean, what are we missing?

Why is everyone still
so hung up on that ship?

It's the human
element, isn't it?

The stories of all
the passengers.

It's... It's the ship going
down while the violin played.

It's the brother taking
that last-minute ticket.

It's the crocodile bag
floating on the water.

Thought they were going
to a new life in America.

Never happened.

You know,

my dad never sold a painting
without a story attached to it.

How he'd found this
amazing new work.

How it had been missing
for all these years.

Why he needed to sell it.

They'd buy the story as
much as they would the fake.

He sounds like a
right character.

That's one way of putting it.

He's back, by the way.

Your dad? Really?

Have you seen him?

He came round. He...

brought one of my
old comic books.

Way to a man's heart.

He says he wants to reconnect.

Maybe that's true.

Maybe he's getting
sentimental in his old age.

He wants the portrait back
that he painted of my mum.

Maybe he misses her.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Are you going to give it to him?

It's all I have of her.

Okay. Let's have a look
at the opioid angle.

Where can you get them?

Hospitals, doctor surgeries,
pharmaceutical companies.

-Dark web.
-Yeah.

Chased down MacAllister's
phone records, as requested.

-Thanks.
-Day he died,

he had a bunch of missed calls

from Wendy Boyle
and Molly Gordon

trying to get a hold of him.

But he only made two calls.

One to Charlotte Wallace?

Exactly. 3:00 from
the hotel lobby,

the other to a lawyer.

She'd been engaged
by MacAllister.

Scheduled a meeting with
Molly Gordon for the next day.

She mentioned that. Do we
know what that was about?

That's the thing. MacAllister
wanted to stop his donation.

What? He wanted to
cancel his donation,

but he hadn't canceled
the press launch?

The lawyer said
MacAllister contacted her

earlier in the week. Uh...

Here. Five days ago at 14:09.

That's around the time
he was at the museum

and visited the archives.

So the question is, what did
he see in the archives that day

that made him want
to stop his donation?

These are the records
MacAllister was looking at.

I think he spied something
in here that spooked him.

Is Boyle not here?

No, she's off sick.

She and Alex Buchanan
seem pretty close.

Yeah, he's here all the time.

Wendy's got a bit
of a crush on him.

Which I let pass, even though...

-Go on.
-No, nothing. Nothing.

You don't like him, do you?

Well, I don't like them cooing
in the archives together.

But, you know, she
had a hard time.

Her mom had cancer.

So, like I say, I
turned a blind eye.

These are the items relating
to Buchanan's plates.

This is the original
letter from Spode.

They made the porcelain.

They confirmed the design for
the first class dinner plates.

And the serial numbers
match Buchanan's.

This is from Ocean Deep.

They're the only
authorized salvage company,

and they confirm that the
plates were brought up

from the sea floor.

Bizarrely, they even mention
the same serial numbers.

So Buchanan's items
all check out.

That's wrong, though.

-What?
-Look at the date.

What about it?

15/06.

15th of June.

This is an American
company. Look.

So the date...
-Is the wrong way round.

Right. Let's have a look
at the Spode letter again.

Have you got anything
that I could use to...

-Yeah, magnify it?
-That would be great.

Sure.

Here.
-Excellent. Thank you.

See, it's good, but
it's not good enough.

Look at the text.
You see the edge?

It's too crisp.
It's too precise.

This wasn't written
on a typewriter.

This has been printed
on an ink jet.

Quite a trick for 1912.

-Both these letters are fakes.
-No, there's no way.

We don't let anything
into the archives

unless we're 100% convinced.

Unless they had
unauthorized access.

Buchanan.

We've got this all wrong.

We thought Wallace's
plate was the fake,

but it's the others. Buchanan
has been leaving a false trail,

bread-crumbing the
archives for years

in order to fool MacAllister.
-Yeah.

So that explains the
break-in at Wallace's.

Buchanan didn't want the
genuine article knocking about.

And if MacAllister found out...

Buchanan would
have to silence him

before he could go public.

I can't believe this. I
mean, this can't be true.

I've seen this before.

You said Wendy's
mom died of cancer.

Yeah. She was in a lot of pain.

Wendy was her sole carer.

She did what she could
to make her comfortable.

I don't think Buchanan
killed MacAllister.

See that?

Inspector. Thank God.

You have to do
something. It's Wendy.

She's hysterical. She's
completely lost it.

She phoned me and said
if I didn't come over,

she'd kill herself.

Said she's in love with me.

It's terrifying.

If you could come
back in with us?

It's okay, Wendy.

It's over.

We know.
-I did it for him.

I love him.

You did what for me?

I was going to tell everyone.

You would have went to prison.

I couldn't bear that.

I have no idea what
she's talking about.

Why on earth would
I go to prison?

For fraud, Mr. Buchanan.

We know you accessed
the museum's archives,

created false records for the
stuff you sold to MacAllister.

That's complete nonsense.

You knew Charlotte Wallace's
plate would expose you,

which is why you arranged
the break-in at her business.

When did you realize
what he'd done?

When I showed MacAllister
around the archives.

Did you think he was going
to confront Buchanan?

I got him to hold off
till I'd looked into it.

But he was furious.

He said he was going to tell
everyone at the press launch.

He wanted to publicly
humiliate you.

You would have been ruined.

And then you went
to his hotel room

with your mom's leftover meds.

I don't understand.

Are you trying to
tell me that she...

I told him I found more
evidence of the fraud.

I took a bottle of
whiskey over there.

I put...

this stuff, Mom's
stuff, in his glass.

He was so angry with
Alex. He necked it.

And then...
-You're pathetic.

How did you get him to the bed?

He was heavy.

But Mom was heavy, too.

So Charlotte Wallace was
just in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

And then you went back
to the press launch

as if nothing had happened.

It was the shoes, you know,

tucked away neatly at
the end of the bed.

I couldn't work out why,
and then I realized...

you wanted to make him feel
comfortable, didn't you?

Like you had with your mother.

I had nothing to do with this.

This was all her.

I did it for us.

There is no us.

Rory.

Alexander Buchanan,

I'm arresting you on
suspicion of fraud

and for perverting
the course of justice.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when
questioned something that...

Can I grab my jacket?

Please.

I'm sorry.

How did it come to that?

One man dead, and
Boyle's lost everything.

Job. Relationship. Family.

Her mom died, and
she was vulnerable,

and Buchanan took advantage.

What a mess.

Your lift to the airport awaits.

Cheers, Rory.

So, Shazia, you've
my number, right?

Uh, yeah. It's on
the police database.

But all the
paperwork's done now.

Jeez, Shazia, for
such a good detective,

you're not exactly
picking up many clues.

You're in serious
danger of missing out

on Belfast's biggest catch.

Oh!

You mean, uh... Yeah.

Well, if you're ever in
London, then give me a shout.

Yeah. I mean, maybe I could
sample some of the local water.

Yeah.

Maybe you can draw me like
one of your French girls.

I'm sorry. What?

Watch the film!

Dad?

Dad?