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Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does the love chip in my memory?

You have finished tearing my boat apart? Not until we've found the stolen icon,

Captain. We are fishermen, not criminals.

We catch fish.

The plane is a whistle, Sarge.

I told you, you're wasting your time.

Must have dashed them somewhere.

Well, we'll just have to be on the lookout.

How's it in Whitby, then?

Disappointing.

Nothing on the boat.

Unless you count a mountain of fish.

Fancy a brew?

No time for tea, I'm afraid.

I want you to go round all the local antique dealers.

Get them on the lookout for anything that might be connected to Russian

Anything vaguely suspicious, I want them to contact us immediately.

Dutch.

Have you come far?

Burst up. We're having a break for a few days.

We needed it, Cain, didn't we now?

Well, you should find it relaxing enough around here.

Excuse me.

When you can spare me a moment, you beautiful signora, I would love to

one of your English breakfasts.

I won't be long, Giovanni. I'm just going to show these people up to the

Grazie.

Right, let's get you settled in then, shall we?

Thanks.

The Italian's a long way from home.

Milan? A truffle salesman, apparently.

Over on a fine dining conference in Whitby.

One for the ladies, I reckon.

No, I haven't noticed.

Well, I've been searching.

Oh, Lord, I've been searching.

And I've been...

Just doing the rounds, Mr Jones.

A confinement of stolen Russian icons has been offloaded in the area. If

offered one to buy... Oh, no.

What is it?

I wish you'd recalled earlier, Constable.

I've just bought this this morning.

I was hoping to send that to an auction house in Chelsea.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr Jones, but we strongly suspect that this is stolen.

Ah, Mrs Kellett!

A lovely morning, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, good morning, Mr Scripps.

I wanted to book a taxi for Lord Ashfordly. He's got a rather special

tomorrow evening. Then you've come to the right place.

VIP, as you know, is our middle name.

Well... May I ask what this particular bash is about? Lord Ashfordly's

perhaps? No, an old boys' reunion.

Quite a gastronomic bunch, I hear. I like the excuse to try out fancy dishes.

I did offer them a whole bag salmon, but apparently it's not good enough.

Never mind.

Beautiful, isn't it?

15th century North Gorod school.

How much would you say it's worth?

Well, ten years ago, you could have swapped that for a packet of cigarettes.

Today, they're very sought after on the international art market.

I mean, that's worth several thousand pounds.

Did they give you any paperwork?

Yes.

There we are.

Yeah, pretty convincing.

They are.

Could you give me a description of the man who sold this to you? No, I can't.

Because it was a woman.

Well?

Not wrong with a bit of armour's flair.

Might cheer you up a bit.

To be honest, Gina, nothing could be further from my mind.

I've well and truly had my fingers burned.

Nothing to stop you, though.

Forget it.

I've had enough of men.

He's different.

He's Italian.

Why shouldn't you have some fun?

No. He might be a bit of all right, but in my experience, fun always leads to

trouble.

Have fun again, please, Gina.

You enjoying yourself?

Yeah. I was just telling Gina we haven't had a break for ages.

She's lovely.

How old is she? She's nine.

I thought she was younger.

No, she's been poor. I think it's held her back a bit.

Well, she looks perky enough now.

I know. Comes and goes.

And no -one can tell us what's wrong with her.

Hey, Mrs.

Any chance of a drink?

Oh, what's that?

Looks like someone's brain.

Not brains, David.

The trouble.

Two berestivio.

Black gold in the fruit of the garden.

Oh, that's quite something that Alfred's got. David!

Well, signore, because today I'm feeling lucky, I can let you have one for a

good price.

All right, how much?

Five pounds.

Five pounds?

For what?

People who buy from me, they don't care the price, my friend.

David, I've just had a thought. What?

Lord Ashfordly's gourmet banquet.

So, as a man who knows about truffles...

What do you say to three pounds?

No, and to you, English, you know nothing of the finer things in life.

Arrivederla, signore.

Arrivedercio. I wouldn't worry about him, Vernon.

It's just his Latin blood.

No time for a drink, David. We'll go in.

Where? The library.

Do we know anything else about these icons?

Only what we knew already.

We were tipped off that a consignment of stolen Russian icons was coming through

Berlin, then on a fishing boat to Britain.

Captain Jorgen's boat was the only one that matched the details of the

port, time and day.

The boat was being watched when it entered Whitby Waters and nobody saw

out of the ordinary.

So this means they must have slipped through the net.

What do we know about the captain?

Not much at the moment.

Walker, I'd like you to come with me to have another little talk with Captain

Yorgan. Yes, ma 'am.

This is amazing, David.

My instinct was dead right.

The desirable summer truffle was found not so many years ago over at Castle

Howard. Perfect.

Well, take them up, do you?

They're from the oaks, hazels and beech trees.

Coppice wood at Woolly Edge. There's hundreds of beech trees there.

Well, how do you know where to find them?

Knowledge is strength, David.

We'll use the book.

Afternoon.

Any idea where the captain is?

What do you want this time?

We'd like to ask you a few more questions, Captain Jorgen.

I'm busy.

We can always conduct this interview down at the station.

And they use pigs.

Pig? To sniff them out. Only you haven't got a pig. Only you've got three men

and a dog.

Exactly. Three men and a dog.

Who needs a pig, eh, Alfred, when we've got a wonderful dog like you?

Ta.

Just wishing make you a good living, Captain.

Is it enough?

What is it you want?

A stolen Russian icon was sold to an antique shop in Ashfordly this morning.

We have reason to believe that it came in on this boat.

You searched us when we docked.

I told you, we had nothing.

Is it possible anyone might have had access to the boat without you knowing?

No.

But he's not a pig!

Oh, my Lord, he's not a... Pig,

dog, it's all the same.

Right, cramming.

The farmer would first let the pig smell a rubber ball, and then he would hide

it in the root of a tree.

When the pig finds it, he would reward him.

Then the same procedure is repeated with a strong cheese.

And when the pig retrieves the cheese, he then lets him smell a

truffle. Oh, well, that's it, isn't it?

The Italian.

Look, I have work to do.

Who owns the boat?

All right, who employed you?

A fish processing company in Helsinki.

You want to find the owner? Ask them.

Somebody.

Three pound.

All right, three pounds, six shillings.

When I sell for seven in the restaurants.

Go on. Four pound then.

Five.

Oh, very well.

We've traced the owner of the fishing boat, Sarge.

Ingmar Larson.

Excellent. Do we have anything on him?

Well, he sounds a nasty piece of work.

He's doing six years for GBH in Sefton, Nick.

And he's got previous for smuggling.

Right, David.

Alfred. A checklist.

Rubber ball.

Oh.

Yeah.

Gorgonzola.

Yeah. I've got this Mr. Trixie now.

And some cream cakes as well.

I don't think he'll mind, but we might get hungry later. Good, good.

And last but not least, that truffle.

We've traced the owner of your boat.

Seems he's a bit of a tough guy.

I told you I never met him.

So the name Ingmar Larson doesn't ring any bells.

He's got form for smuggling.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

I don't have time for this. Captain, I would strongly advise you to tell us

everything you know.

Well, we'll just have to pay Ingmar Larson a visit. See what he has to say

the matter.

I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear how cooperative you're being.

Please, don't.

Larson paid me to bring in a consignment, some crates, cigarettes.

Where are the crates now?

We were ambushed.

Two miles offshore.

Pirates? With me?

They had guns.

There was nothing I could do. They took the crates and left.

How many of them were there?

There are four, five.

Can you describe them?

They're all masks.

And where were you supposed to deliver the cigarettes?

Well, they were going to let me know once I docked.

I think the bird is going to hide the ball.

You go and find it, OK?

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come on, Peachy.

Right,

David.

Find the ball.

Find the ball.

No,

don't. Good boy.

Good boy.

When the sun goes down, you can maybe make it to the nearby.

We're not crazy, we're not dirty, we're not mean. We love everybody, but we do

what we please. When the weather's fine, we go fishing or go swimming in the

sea.

Find the cheese, we're always happy.

Life's for living, it's a sad philosophy.

Sing along with us.

Right,

David.

The moment of truth.

I think he's lying, Sarge.

Oh, Sarge, we've had a call from Mr Tyler at the Barnes.

He was phoning to let us know that he's been offered an icon to buy. It was a

blonde woman, in her mid -thirties.

The exact same description as the woman who sold the first icon.

The mysterious blonde.

Certainly looks that way.

According to Jorgen, he was paid to bring in what he thought were contraband

cigarettes, only to be ambushed by armed pirates.

Pirates?

That's what it sounds like.

Last time we had a boat hijacked in the neck of the woods was back in the

fifties. I think he'd cover him for some more.

Let's get back in there and see what he knows about this woman.

Younger, you keep checking every antique dealer. Make sure no more icons are

being traded.

Oh, Alfred.

My dog, the truffle snuffler. This is just the beginning, David.

Vernon Scripps, supplier of Yorkshire's finest truffles.

You know something about this woman, Captain?

Why not give her the name?

Because I can't. Look, she's already sold one icon and tried to sell another.

Icons which we believe were brought into the country by you.

I've told you, I don't know what you're talking about.

You're protecting her.

Why?

Ingmar Larsson employed you to bring in the icons.

Only you messed up.

So now you're running scared, aren't you?

We can always go to Larkin, ask him what he knows about this woman.

He is a violent man.

I have a young family.

What happened?

A young woman...

hitched a ride with us from Helsinki.

Last night, a few miles out at sea, she organised a party.

There was a lot of vodka.

And when we came round, she was gone.

So were the icons.

He's pretty worried.

He may have good reason to be.

There was a woman on board the boat.

I thought sailors didn't have women on boats. Isn't it bad luck?

It was for Jürgen.

She got them drunk and somehow made off with the icons.

What did he give her name?

No, she never told him. But from the description, it's definitely our mystery

blonde. We'll pay Ingmar Larson a visit in the morning. See if he can tell us

anything about this lady pirate.

All right, Jamie.

Come on.

Get a move on.

There's gold in them there woods.

Come on.

I am a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your

fire.

So Ellie's feeling poorly again.

Yeah, she was sick in the night and she's been complaining of stomach pains.

Can you show me where it hurts?

She's not eating anything out of the ordinary.

No?

She does have a slight temperature.

Might be just a little infection.

I'd like Ellie to give me a urine sample.

Would that be okay, Ellie?

Yes. Yeah, we don't mind doing that, doing nothing.

Anything to help the doctor.

You look tired out yourself, you know. No, I'm fine.

You just haven't been sleeping too well, that's all.

Would you like me to give you something to help you with that?

Oh, no, I got some pills from my doctor before we came away.

I don't really like taking them, to tell you the truth.

Besides, it's Ellie we need to worry about, isn't it, love?

Darling.

I wish I bought those cream cakes.

Oh, stop moaning, David.

I told you to get some breakfast before we came out.

He's found something.

So, it's my boat. Big deal.

Mr. Larson, you have a previous record for smuggling.

And?

How could I plan anything locked up in here?

Captain Jorgen claims they were ambushed on their way to Whitney.

Ambushed? Who, by pirates?

He's been reading too many.

Boy's own comics.

However, I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear the icons weren't locked at sea.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Two have turned up in Ashfordly.

Sold by a blonde woman in her thirties.

Any idea who she is, Mr. Lawson?

How should I know?

You cooperate.

Might work in your favor.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

We believe this woman was on board your boat before she docked.

Now, she must have had an accomplice to get the icons ashore.

Have you any idea who this might have been?

Look, I don't know anything about any icons, any blondes, or any

pirates.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for chapel.

You can do a test now, can you? It won't take a moment.

Hey, don't worry, love. It'll be all right.

I don't have any notes, so perhaps you could tell me a little bit more about

illness. Well, there's been a stomach pain.

Some days are worse than others.

We've had every death under the sun. No -one can tell us what's causing it all.

It does look like there's some blood here.

Occasionally happens in children.

The best thing to do is to give Ellie lots to drink.

I'll send this off for tests.

Observe for over the next day or two, and if the pain continues, bring her

straight back and we'll get her up to the hospital.

Oh, if you're sure.

Thanks, Dr Trent.

Scratch, I've just had a call from Oscar Blaketon. They've had a serious assault

outside the Aidensfield Arms.

Who is it?

It was one of the guests of the pub. They've sent for the ambulance and the

doctor's on her way over.

Call Walker. Get him round there quickly.

And let Blaketon know we're on our way.

Eight truffles. Must be an all -time record.

Do you not have a good mind to tell that charlatan how easy it was?

What do you reckon?

Eight pound each?

Eight.

I'll give you eight bob for one.

Why, this looks like shriveled -up beetroot.

It's not how they look, David.

It's how they taste that counts.

Velvety and mushroomy, with a scent of the forest floor.

Could almost inspire poetry.

Good time, have you?

Well, once or twice.

Now, David, I want you to experience some of the finer things in life. Take a

little bit.

We're about to have a taste.

You'd pay a fortune for this in a restaurant, you know.

Didn't I tell you?

Exquisite.

While I was about here, Mr and Mrs Calder, they were walking towards the

park when this blue Volvo just pulls out in front of them.

I thought they needed directions.

Will Daddy be all right?

Yes, look, don't you worry. Daddy will be all right. Maybe you might like to

wait inside with Ellie, Mrs Calder. Yeah, of course.

I'll come and get you when the ambulance arrives.

Carry on, Austin.

Oh, well, it just happened so fast. This bloke gets out of the car, hits Calder

with an iron bar, gets back in the car and drives off. In which direction were

they heading? In a U -turn through the village.

Can you describe him?

He's about 25.

Dark. Big fella.

Could have been a boxer.

Hello, Mr Calder.

I'm Sergeant Noakes, Ashfordly Police.

Any idea who might have done this to you?

No.

Never seen him before.

Nothing was stolen?

No.

Look, I'll be fine. Please keep still, Dr. Calder.

Well, it was a professional attack.

I'm sure about that.

The question is why.

Let's run a check on Barry Calder.

Find out if anyone's got a reason to have it in for him.

If you need any more, don't hesitate to contact me.

Vernon Scripps.

distributor of Yorkshire's finest truffles.

These are better to hook to your sales pitch, Mr Scripps, or your name will be

mud, like my words.

I think you will find that the truffle is the staple ingredient on the European

aristocratic banqueting circuit.

Is that so?

And these are the freshest you'll get. If your chef can't create something

sublime with that lot, I'll eat David's hat.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

I also believe that Lord Ashfordly will be so delighted with their exquisite

taste, he'll probably give you a bonus for initiative.

Right, thank you for that.

Barry Calder, did time for breaking and entering.

Julie was turned over and Calder was the getaway driver.

Interesting. And guess which prison he was last in.

Hefton.

Where he met Ingmar Larson.

They shared a cell.

David!

Are you up there? David!

There's somebody at the door.

Not you at all.

I've already sent David home. He's so poorly and with young Rosemary away. I

need you, Vernon.

Vernon, can't you see I'm not well?

Well, I can't run the garage and do all these taxi runs you've booked in.

Somebody's going to have to help me out.

Oh, look at you. Look at the pair of you.

I told David it must be something you'd eaten.

All we've had is... the truffles.

Quick, I'd better get those checked in the book.

I've left the book on the desk in the garage.

I knew this would end in tears.

Her name's Ellie Calder.

She's nine years old.

She's been in for investigations.

On and off for over a year.

What were the symptoms?

That doesn't make any... Look, Lee.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Got a headache, has he?

He could have been killed, Mr Larson.

Nothing to do with me.

Sounds like the fella.

You're sneeted reminding.

Who is the boss?

A crowbar to the head.

It's a pretty fierce reminder.

Looks like that inside. You betray someone, you pay for it.

And Barry Calder betrayed you, did he?

No one double -crosses in my life.

He stole the icons from you, didn't he?

Did I say that?

Calder shared a cell with you. He knew you were planning to bring in the icons.

Looks like him and his wife outsmarted you. Thought they'd sell them on

themselves.

Well, if that were true, he would have deserved everything he got, wouldn't he?

You might like to instruct a solicitor regarding the likely smuggling charge.

Not to mention conspiracy to cause actual bodily harm.

Be in touch.

I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Well, you can tell, Calder.

I can't wait to see him again.

Yeah, just round there.

Mr and Mrs Calder?

Have you found the man who attacked Barry?

Not exactly, but we would like you both to come down to the station.

Why?

Just a few routine questions.

But we've told you everything we know.

Diane's got nothing to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?

What are you talking about, Barry?

I really think it'd be better if we discussed this down at the station. Here

go. Could be this.

Elephomyces granulatus.

But can you eat it?

No. Oh.

Did I not tell you you had to be an expert?

Then you'd better go and get them back.

I've got a funeral to arrange.

Bernard, it'll be my funeral if you don't get to move on.

They're not just going to give them to me. Then you'll have to buy them back.

wallet's in my jacket.

Where am I going?

One to the Shires, one to Les Maisons, and two to the Dales.

Oh, Bernard!

at least reunion dinner.

Bernard!

You know why you were attacked, don't you?

What? And you know who sent them.

No idea.

Did the name Ingmar Larson mean anything to you?

Why would it?

Come on, you're going to have to do better than that, Barry.

We know you two share the cell.

So why would Ingmar Larson want to have you hurt?

Because he's nuts, not because you double -crossed him and me messed with

Larson. No. No way.

You see, we think you and your wife stole one of his deliveries.

Some extremely valuable Russian icons.

My wife?

What's Diane got to do with this?

We have witnesses who saw her with the icons.

Oh, I know you're clutching at straws.

You can't victimise my family just because I have a record.

My wife's done nothing wrong, and I'd appreciate it if you'd concentrate on

finding the man who tried to knock a hole in my head.

I thought you brought me in to talk about the attack on my husband. I think

know why he was attacked, don't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on, Diane.

You came in on the boat from Helsinki.

Helsinki? I've never been abroad anywhere.

You got the captain and his crew drunk and you removed the icons.

Stop it.

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

We know Barry was involved and we've got a description of the woman who sold the

stolen goods.

Blonde, in her mid -thirties.

Sounds pretty much like you.

Well, it wasn't me.

I swear.

Right, Mr Calder.

Since you and your wife are refusing to assist us with our inquiries, we intend

to make a search of your room at the Aidensfield Arms.

We could get warrants, but it would save time if you gave us your permission.

You're wasting your time.

There's nothing to find.

Nevertheless... Oh, all right.

If it means I get out of this place, let's get it over with.

Told you your mum would be back soon, didn't I?

Thanks for looking after her, Gina. I don't know what's going on up there. I

think the police must have made some sort of mistake.

Where's Debbie?

Sorry.

That makes sense.

How else could they have intercepted the trawler?

Where is the boat you hired?

I'm saying nothing.

And that doesn't prove anything.

We will find your boat, Mr Calder. And it's only a matter of time before we

the rest of the icons.

Bellamy, stay with Mr Calder.

Let me know if he changes his mind about talking to her.

Walker, come with me.

Perhaps Mrs. Calder will be a little more forthcoming.

Have you been drinking?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

This has been a terrible mistake. I'm sorry. I can't allow you to serve me.

Remove this man.

They're poisonous!

Where's the boat moored, Diane?

What boat? I don't know anything about a boat.

Mrs Calder, I suggest you start telling us the truth.

You still claim the blonde woman we're looking for isn't you.

Well, if that's the case, who is she?

If you can't tell us that, Diane, there's a very high chance you and your

husband will end up in the dock.

What'll happen to Ellie?

Both parents standing trial.

Why couldn't you just leave us alone?

Who?

They were having an affair.

Who, Barry and this woman?

Are they still seeing each other?

No.

It finished six months ago.

She was the one who got Barry sent down.

They robbed the jewellers.

Barry was the getaway driver.

I thought he was so stupid.

When he got caught, he wouldn't grasp on her.

So he got sent down and she got off scot -free.

What's her name?

Christine Norris.

Can you tell us how we might find her?

No.

But when you do, you'd better make sure she gets put away this time.

Diane, Rob, quick.

Ellie's collapsed.

The ambulance is here.

Diane, are you sure she didn't have access to any medication or tablets?

No, I told you.

Everything I've got I keep well out of her reach.

She's going to be all right, isn't she?

Please say she'll be all right.

Let's get her to hospital.

I'll go with them. I'll keep you up to date on the progress.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mr Caldo, I realise this is a very bad time, but I'd like you to come with us

the patient.

How are you bearing up?

We should be getting the test results back any minute.

They'll help us pinpoint what happened.

We know about the boat.

And Christine Norris.

Your wife told us.

It wasn't what you think.

We know you were working together. We have witnesses who can testify. They saw

her selling the icons.

What? Oh, yes. She sold one. Tried to sell a second.

What is it, Mr Calder?

It's nothing.

Mr Calder.

Don't you think it's time for some straight talking?

She wasn't supposed to sell them.

Ah. I helped her get them off the trawler.

We were waiting to take them to a buyer in London and splitting the money 50

-50. She double -crossed you.

Ironic, isn't it?

No honour amongst thieves, eh? The only reason I agreed to do it was so I could

pay for us all to go to Spain. I thought the sunshine might help Ellie get

better.

They're going to help her now.

Back in prison, some father.

Mr Calder, if you cooperate with us, take her to the boat.

I'll make sure it doesn't go unnoticed.

Well, I know you want to be around to see Ellie grow up.

This is your only option.

I don't know where she's hidden the icons.

I trusted her to stash them.

Stupid, eh?

But I do know how to find Christine.

Diane, I need to talk to you now.

Ellie's had an overdose.

Overdose?

Her blood test results show high levels of nitrazepam.

I thought you said she couldn't have had access to medication.

She couldn't have?

What's going to happen to her?

I need to see your bottle of sleeping tablets.

Pardon? You told me you brought a new bottle of pills with you. I'd like to

them. Oh, no.

Ellie couldn't have taken my pills without me knowing they were in my bag.

Show me the bottle, please, Diane.

If you insist.

We'll make her an offer. That's too good to refuse.

But we'll need your help, Mr Calder.

I'm not sure about this.

You want to let her get away with it?

Ellie growing up, you back in Fest and Nick, and Christine out there living it

up. Just remember why you're doing it, Mr Calder.

What do you want me to do?

Diane.

I think Ellie's been poisoned by an overdose of your sleeping pills.

No.

Do you know how bad this looks?

If Ellie didn't take them herself... What are you saying?

Did you give them to her?

I poisoned my own daughter. Are you mad?

All those hospital visits, the stomach pains, the conflicting symptoms.

What's really been going on here, Diane?

I don't know.

We went to the hospital and we saw doctors and no one understands.

Diane, stop it.

No, you stop it.

My little girl's poorly and you're upsetting her.

It's all right, darling.

Mummy's here.

You could have killed her.

The police are going to have to know about this.

I'm going to have to tell social services.

I didn't mean to.

I made a mistake.

I gave her too much, that's all. I just thought she'd be sick.

Why, Diane?

Why did you want to hurt her? I didn't.

Don't you see?

No, I don't see.

We were so happy.

Looking after Ellie, having treats, making her feel better.

All those stomach pains.

Diane.

Diane.

I gave her laxatives.

It was her.

She'd come back.

Who'd come back? Christine.

She tried to take Barry away from me.

And now he's going to prison.

And I can't be on my own again.

He needs to stay with us.

We're a family.

This woman was having an affair with your husband.

He said it was over.

But she wouldn't leave him alone.

She wouldn't let go.

I was so scared.

You hurt Ellie so Barry wouldn't leave you.

How many of these did you give her tonight?

Three? No, four.

I crushed them into a juice.

How long has this been going on for?

I don't know.

Do you know how it started?

Yes.

She was really ill, with food poisoning.

And he'd make such a fuss of us all, planning treats.

I just want my perfect family back.

I know we said that, Christine.

No, but this is the big one.

He wants the lot, and he'll even pay twice the going rate for it.

If we do this, we're rich.

Okay.

I'll meet you on the boat with the icons.

9 .30.

Don't let me down.

Good.

Now, let's get Crispin Jones up here as quickly as possible.

Right, right.

Good man to bring the dogs home.

He would have been to him, Alfred.

If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be in this mess.

Alfred doesn't know the difference between a good and a bad truffle.

Well, it's about time he did.

Who do the gods indeed?

Now, most of the...

Experts and icons.

They're either Russian or they're Greek.

The secret is just look moody.

Pretty convincing.

I'll faintress. I should leave answer to the third man.

When it comes to the surface of the icon itself, look at the picture of it. Now,

a 19th century copy, this would be much brighter, the painting.

and the glaze here would be much lighter.

Now, this is obviously 15th or 16th century.

Look at the colours much darker and the glaze much heavier. See how it's cracked

across there.

Right, Alf, you ready?

As ever I will be.

Barry, you ready?

Right, take up your positions.

I wasn't going to take them. You know that, don't you?

Miss? Norris.

Christine Norris.

So, you have the money?

You have the goods.

The money for?

I'm sorry, not until I see which I'm buying.

Oh, good glaze.

It's the signature of the Novigrad School.

The 16th century, I believe.

Over 30 of them.

Worth about 50 grand in London.

The money?

Very good.

I think we've got a deal.

Oh, no, you don't.

You can do me over, dear.

Well, it might turn this time. Christine, I'm arresting you for

goods. You're not obliged to say anything about anything you say. Maybe

to the right and then give me an evidence.

Very cold, huh?

A cup of patsy? Yeah, and you know what?

I should have done it years ago.

Thank you, Mr. Cawdor.

Yeah, well, maybe one day Ellie will realise I wasn't all bad.

I hope so far, I think.

Meanwhile, I'm sure you'll want to spend as much time with her as possible

before the case comes to trial.

Shall we get you back to the hospital?

How can a mum do that to a daughter?

Desperation. For all those injections and tests.

Or for nothing. I know.

The juice she carried round for Ellie. Full of laxatives.

No.

And the blood in Ellie's urine with Diane's.

What? She must have pricked her finger and dropped a couple of drops into the

sample.

Colder had no idea, apparently.

Poor Ellie.

What'll happen to her now?

A foster family, I suppose.

Until they decide Diane's ready to have her back.

That's the worst thing. She was doing all this to keep her family together.

Just a tonic water, please, Oscar.

You don't look so clever, Vernon. You all right?

Not really, Gina, no.

That bloomin' Italian.

Since he arrived, David and I have been very ill.

Giovanni? Poor fella.

He'd have to go back to Italy in a hurry.

Said you'd undermined his reputation with your scaremongering about poisonous

truffles. Scaremongering? Well, he might well have been right, Vernon.

I don't think it was the truffles that made you ill.

What are you talking about, Bernard?

I'm talking about a bag of cream cakes that went missing after David's visit

yesterday.

We're about to chuck them. They've been hanging around for days.

Cream cakes.

Do you mean the cream cakes were off?

What's a city sergeant like me doing out here in the sticks?

Well, I'll tell you why I'm here.

It's to bring you up to scratch.

Yes, Sergeant.

We're not going up there.

Because of your reluctance, PC Walker was seriously hurt.