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Do we have £1.3 million?

Thank you.

Bid stands at £1.3 million
with you, madam.

Do I hear any more
for this beautiful 18th-century

Zhaoqing dragon design vase,
rarely brought to market?

£1.35 million with you, sir.

£1.35 million.

£1.4 million?

Thank you.
Currently at £1.4 million.

Sir, do I have £1.45 million?

£1.45 million with you, sir.

Do I hear £1.5 million?

£1.5 million.

We are now at £1.5 million
with you, madam.

Back with you, sir.

£1.55 million.

Madam?

£1.6 million.

Do I hear £1.65 million?

£1.65 million?

No?

In the room with you
at £1.6 million.

Going once,

going twice.

£2 million.

With the lady at the back
for £2 million.

Any advance?

At £2 million.

All done?

Going once, going twice.

Sold.

Congratulations, madam.

Thank you.

We now move on
to lot number 17,

a reproduction
marble sarcophagus

with Indo-Chinese touches.

Who will start the bidding
for me?

- Harry.
- Hello, Mum.

This is a surprise.

It's been a while.

Going to have me escorted
off the premises?

You're always welcome.
I never wanted us to--

Look, perhaps we can have
a drink together later.

Bit late for that, isn't it?

Always in trouble, Harry?

More your department,
isn't it?

It all went smoothly, so...

cheers.

Keep your voice down.

You ignorant woman.

That is China's heritage.

And you treat it
like some sort of trinket.

You will regret this.

- That's enough, madam.
- Don't touch me.

What's a fuss!

Now, I wonder.

Is there any more champagne?

Here's to your
wonderful vase.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Cheers.

- Good morning, Lady Margaret.
- Good morning.

- Would you like to follow me?
- Right.

So exciting.

Sorry.

This is it. Lot 16.

Can I take a look?

Well...

Where is it?

Oh, yes. Uh, hello.

I was wondering
if you could help me.

I'm trying to track down
my father.

His name is Ron Palmer.

He's white.

Uh, he's early 70s.

He's very chatty.

Would have been admitted
in the last four days or so.

I'll have a look for you.
Can you hold?

Yes, I-I'll hold.

- Hello?
- Hi.

- Mr. Palmer?
- Yes.

Sorry.
Can't find anyone of that name.

Okay.

- Thanks for your help.
- No problem.

- Mick Palmer?
- Yes. Can I help?

I'm looking for someone
to find a painting for me.

It's a work by Walter Sickert.

It's been stolen.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that,

but I don't work freelance,
and I don't appreciate

people just turning up
on my doorstep, either.

It's been stolen
by a man named Ron Palmer.

It's your father, I believe.

Let's talk inside.

Nice place.

You're taking a bit of a risk,
aren't you?

We have your father.

He's all tucked up,
safe and sound.

- What?
- For now.

You know exactly
what your dad does.

He's not part of my life
anymore.

I'm not sure that's how some
of your colleagues see it.

Those rumors you tipped Ron off

before he disappeared
15 years ago.

Wouldn't take much
to end your career.

And I'm sure
you don't want that,

what with your dad
looking so... frail.

This is the work.

Once it's returned, we'll talk
about getting your dad back.

Find it. Call me.

I'll be in touch.
Clock's ticking.

Have we met before?

The sooner, the better.

I'll see myself out.

What time
do you call this then?

Something came up. Sorry.

So, this is a new one for me--

pottery theft.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on, we're late.

Someone got out of the
wrong side of bed this morning.

This is Greg Kemp,
head of security.

I want all the CCTV from last
night until this morning

and details of the vase.

Yes, of course.

Well, Kemp,
is there a catalog?

Yeah.

I want all these crates
opened and searched.

Let's find out if there's
anything else missing.

It's lot 16.

18th-century Zhaoqing vase.

The dragon design.

It's beautiful.

Could you take us through
last night?

Yeah, so, everything gets
packed and taken down.

We opened it up this morning,
and the crate was empty.

Alarm still on.
No sign of entry.

And the vase was
definitely in the crate

when it entered the vault?
- 100%.

Me and Olivia
oversee the whole process.

And there's no way in or out
except the main entrance?

None.

Who has access to the locks?

Just Kemp and myself.

Fingerprint recognition.

So, a £2 million vase

in a sealed vault

with no way in or out
has just

disappeared into thin air?

Olivia, Drew Carswood is here.

Well, I'd better speak to him.

Excuse me.

Who's Drew Carswood?

He's the dealer
selling the vase.

I was half-expecting Dracula.

Could do without this.

Just keep your mouth shut
for once.

You can do that, can't you?

Mr. Carswood?

DI Palmer,
Heritage Crime, DC Malik.

We'd like to talk to you
about last night.

I'm sure there's
a perfectly simple explanation.

Yeah, well,
there'd better be.

I'm out 2 million quid.

Uh, when we've accounted
for everything,

can the other buyers collect?

Once forensics
are finished up, go ahead.

Was there anything
unusual about the auction?

Nothing.
A successful evening.

What about Harry, then?

- Who's that?
- Drew, don't be ridiculous.

Harry's my son.

Yeah, and what was he even
doing there, eh?

You wanna have a word with him.

Uh, well, there was the
incident with the Chinese lady.

A disappointed bidder.

A small altercation
with Lady Margaret.

I had to show her out.

She was making
all sorts of threats.

Got a name for us?

Qian. Xie Qian.

She's a cultural attaché
at the Chinese embassy.

You want to know why someone
would steal a piece of pottery?

Emperor Zhaoqing
oversaw the end

of one of the most bloodthirsty
periods in Chinese history,

and yet they created this.

If you're lucky enough
to see it in person,

it's like the glaze
is still liquid.

Very eloquent.

You appreciate China's
heritage.

Well, what we have left after
being picked clean by the West.

Miss Qian,
thank you for seeing us.

Happy to help.

Yesterday evening, you attended
an auction at Mountford's,

where you put in a number
of bids for this vase.

That is my job.

That vase belongs to China.

Mountford's told us
you were angry to miss out.

You threatened
the winning bidder.

Ridiculous woman.

She pushed the vase
beyond my budget

simply to satisfy her
own monstrous ego.

The vase
was stolen last night.

How is that possible?

Would you mind telling us
where you were last night

after the auction?

- I was here.
- Can anyone confirm that?

Let me remind you, I am
a Chinese government official

and I have full
diplomatic immunity.

Auction catalogs
from Mountford's.

I'll stick with the CCTV, thanks.

Another cheese sandwich?
- Yeah.

Don't you ever fancy a change?

Uh, you heard from Olivia's
son, Harry, yet?

Not answering his phone.

Get an address.
Let's track him down.

Vase turn up on eBay?

It's Rosa.
She's back in London.

Would have to be this week.

She's giving you
another chance?

Dinner part two.

Hey, you can make her
a cheese sandwich.

Just make sure you keep
your dad away this time, right?

You got anything yet?

The vase is definitely
inside the vault.

I've tracked it getting boxed up
and taken all the way in.

But there is something odd.

I've gone back a bit earlier.

This is the camera
outside the goods lift.

This guy enters the lift,

and then 30 seconds later,

the lift arrives
in the basement,

and he's gone.

Keeps his face hidden.
He knows where the cameras are.

Someone could hide in that.
- I did check it, boss.

I know. I saw.

Find out where and when
it was delivered.

Hello. Shazia Malik.

I need a delivery address
and contact details for lot 17.

This is it.

Try the button.

It was delivered
about 30 minutes ago.

See? Empty.

It's hollow.

Come on.

- Harry Mountford.
- Yep.

No, that's great.
You've been very helpful.

Okay. Thank you.

Any sign of the vase?
- No.

No sign of a wallet or phone, either.

You?

Company who bought
the sarcophagus

was registered to this address,
one director Harry Mountford.

- Hmm. That figures.
- There's more.

Company selling the sarcophagus
also registered here,

sole director...

Harry Mountford.

He sold the sarcophagus
to himself.

He hid inside it,

knowing it was going into
the vault overnight.

So, once he was inside,
all he had to do

was get the vase and wait.

I'm guessing he climbed back
inside just before they came

and opened up in the morning.

One for the way in,
one for the way out.

But something went wrong,
and he...

Asphyxiation.

And if the vase isn't here...

Harry had accomplices.

And they took the vase,
but not the body.

Brutal.

And there's this.

Puncture marks.

He was holding on to something
when he died.

He was clasping it.

And it was taken by the person
or the people

that took away the vase.

Delivery driver said
he was left instructions

to carry the sarcophagus inside.

Doors were unlocked.

The sarcophagus
left Mountford's at midday.

We got here at 1:30.

It's a tight window
for an alibi.

I'll talk to everyone again.

Alright.

Can you stay with these guys
till they're done?

- Sure.
- Nice one.

I'll leave you to it.

Call me if you need me, yeah?

Mm.

Comfy sofa.

Stop messing us around, Ron.

The Sickert-- we want it back.

Everybody wants something, sweetheart.

World peace,

Chelsea
back in the Champions League.

You were well paid
for that copy.

It's still
in the private collection.

No one's any the wiser.

Except us.
We know what you did.

You kept the original,
gave us a second copy.

What sort of a snake
do you think I am?

Six months ago,
my father had it valued.

Fake.

Can you imagine
how happy he was?

Mm.
You're saying this fake Sickert

was so good it fooled Frank
and the original owner

and you?

Whoever did it
must be incredible.

That's okay.

We can loosen you up
a little bit.

Plus, we've already
got someone else on the case.

Good luck to him.

Policeman.
Name of Mick Palmer.

Ring a bell?

Hi.
You've got through to

Detective Inspector
Mick Palmer.

I'm not here at the moment.

Please leave your message
after the tone.

Hey, boss, it's me.
I'm outside Mountford's.

Where are you?

We're supposed
to be interviewing

Olivia Mountford.

Hello, Janey.
Long time no see.

Been a while, love.
What's new?

Not still in the fuzz, I hope?

Yeah. I'm still a copper.

You gonna let me in?

But I don't understand.

Why was he hiding
inside the sarcophagus?

I really am so sorry.

Can't answer that.

Do need to ask
some questions.

Just procedure.
Is that alright?

So, Harry used to work here.

Why did he leave the business?

I mean--
I mean, it was a mess.

And Harry was a...

You know, easily led.

He met someone who persuaded him

the future
was in online auctions,

got him to sink money--
my money--

into some stupid app.

And we lost thousands,

hundreds of thousands

that I spent my life
building this place up.

I just couldn't trust him.

Wait.

You fired him?

I had no choice.

What did he do
after you let him go?

He basically
set up in Evelyn's.

Oh, it's a restaurant
on the Strand.

That's where he'd meet
his clients.

And he always had a scheme.

Next one was always the big one.

Can I ask where you were
yesterday

between midday and 2:00?

In my office.
You can ask my secretary.

It's been quite the reunion.

First Ron, now you.
- Dad was here?

Yeah, as usual,
he only wanted one thing.

- Money.
- Sex.

Oh.

I can't believe you made him
sleep in his lock-up.

Well, you could
have let him stay here.

You're joking.
Three years was enough.

Anyway, you're family.

- It's complicated.
- No, it ain't.

Just need to get over
yourselves.

Still doing
the Jackson Pollocks, I see.

Private commission.

Uh-- Signed by me.

All above board.

The Yanks go mad for them.

One Pollock a week
and a Mondrian

when the council tax is due.

Do you want a go?

Ohh!

What's all this about, then?

Did dad give you a painting
to look after a few years ago?

A Sickert?
- Ah.

He was good at them.

Genius, really.

I think this might have been
the real thing.

How would he get one of these?

Actually, no, don't answer that.

Well, no,
he never gave it to me.

Can you think of anyone else
he might have left it with?

Phil?
- No.

Silver Phil's out of the game.

Half-dead Steve's in Thailand.
Don't ask.

Not many of the old gang
still around.

I said as much to...

that posh bird.

- Who's that?
- Oh, just some dolly

come looking for Ron.

Man in demand.

40s? Smart?

Piercing green eyes?

Charming but deadly?

Maybe.
I don't remember.

You know who she is,
don't you?

Alright.

Yeah, I do.

She's Frank Claes's daughter.

Shit.

I thought I recognized her.

Boss.

Where have you been?
- Something came up.

That's what you said
yesterday.

Alright, don't go on about it.

Spoke to Olivia Mountford.

Two years ago, she fired Harry
from the business.

Some strange family dynamics
there.

But her alibi's solid.

What about the others?

I'm just about
to speak to Greg Kemp.

Are you coming?

Or have you got
somewhere else to be?

Can you confirm where you were

between midday and 2:00
yesterday?

Yeah. Bamford Security
Solutions in Kennington.

They installed our system.

- What, asking for a refund.
- Yeah.

How long have you worked here?

Uh, just over six months.

And where were you before that?

Canada.
Same sort of thing.

What brought you back here?

Ah, you know,
time for a change.

Is it Parkinson's?

Motor neuron.

How long have you known?

It was under control
for a while, but...

Well, it's not gonna go away.

I don't know
how long I can keep going.

I'd be grateful
if you didn't tell Olivia.

Yeah.

I really need this job.

I feel sorry for Kemp.

Olivia wouldn't sack him,
would she?

She sacked her own son.

The post-mortem
forensic report.

So, the sarcophagus contained
two oxygen canisters,

one small one marked "in,"
large one marked "out."

The only thing is, the canister
he was using to get out

contained pure carbon dioxide.

So, whoever gave him
that canister

knew that he'd be dead
instantly.

Yeah.

Time of death, between
7:00 and 8:00 in the morning,

just before the vault
was opened up.

Anything about those marks
on his hand?

Traces of zinc alloy.

That help?

Yeah? DI Palmer.

Yes, uh, Frank Claes?

Yeah. That figures.

Alright. Yeah. Thanks.

What's that?

A loose end.

So, Harry sneaks backstage
at the auction

and uses the sarcophagus
to hide in the vault.

He then gets out, gets the vase,

and before the vault
reopens in the morning,

he gets back in again.

But the tank's sabotaged,
and he suffocates.

He was already dead
when we searched the vault,

clutching onto something
that made those marks.

I've been going through
Mountford's financial records.

A couple of years back,
they appointed a new director--

our friend Drew Carswood.

Two years ago?
You know when, exactly?

July.

The same time that
Olivia Mountford fired Harry?

Exactly.

Carswood invested half a million
pounds in the business.

- Did Olivia mention that?
- No.

Six months later,
Carswood resigned,

but the cash still stayed
with Mountford.

So, what happened
two years ago

to make Drew Carswood

write off half a million quid?

Two years ago.

Hang on a minute.

Mountford's auction catalog.

Two years ago, July.

There you go.

It's the same vase.

Exactly.

Mountford's have sold it twice.

So, two years ago,
Mountford's is going bust,

Carswood bails them out,

and then a few weeks later,

Mountford's auction off the vase
at a knock-down price,

saying it's a reproduction.

So, who bought it?

So, definitely the Gothic
Windsor armchair.

Excuse me.
- Of course.

Inspector.

Have you got good news
about the vase?

Can you tell us
how you came by it?

Yeah. I picked it up a few
years back in Saint Petersburg.

It's a Russian client.
Needed to raise some money fast.

Well, it's best not to ask, eh?

Yeah, I was sad
to let it go, really,

but, uh, I wouldn't be
much of a dealer

if I didn't sell anything,
would I?

Mm.

This Russian client--
got a name?

No. In this game, you've
got to protect your sources.

Especially if you're trying
to pull a fast one.

For example,
if you just secured

a genuine 18th-century vase
from an auction house

for a fraction of its value?

It appears you paid
20 grand for a £2-million vase.

So what? I got lucky.

The auction house
thought it was a repro.

I thought it was, too.

So, no Russian client.

Sounds good, though,
doesn't it?

You are aware
we're the police, right?

Yeah.

The catalog describes it as
"a 20th century copy

with surface damage
and discoloration."

I mean, they've done
everything they can

to put people off, haven't they?

I know a sleeper when I see one.
- I've done nothing illegal.

Well, I hope not,
Mr. Carswood,

because this is now
a murder inquiry.

What are you talking about?

Harry Mountford's body
was found yesterday afternoon,

and we believe he's responsible
for the theft of the vase.

And he wasn't acting alone.

The auction house
deliberately misrepresent a lot.

In this case, labeling a vase
as a reproduction.

That gets knocked down
to Carswood,

and then they get a kickback.

Half a million pounds
investment?

Everyone's just in it
for themselves, aren't they?

Carswood's as bent
as a £9 note.

He's quids in.

Unlike the original owner,
who misses out on £2 million.

Yeah.

We need to find out
who that was.

You alright to get into that?

Sure.

You want a lift, boss?
- No. I'm good.

See you tomorrow?
- Okay.

- Hi.
- Morning.

Anything for me?

Obviously.

Annabelle Tremaine,
original owner of the vase.

She sold it to raise funds.

Guess who did the valuation.

Harry Mountford
pulling a fast one.

Mm.

She died from hypothermia
last year.

Neighbors found her.

"Family and friends
of Annabelle Tremaine

are invited to a funeral service
at St. John's Church, Brixton.

A committal will be held
immediately afterwards

in the church graveyard."

Was there any family?

One nephew lives abroad.

One other thing--
I went to Evelyn's last night,

Harry Mountford's regular spot.

He had a booking last Friday,

a long, boozy lunch.

With whom?

How well did you know Harry?

Harry Mountford
from the auction house?

Not at all.

Yeah, well, last Friday...

Okay. We did talk.

I had a proposition for him.

What kind of proposition?

I needed that vase.

I wanted him to pressure
his mother

to see if there was a way
of securing it.

A quick hammer?
Really?

Uh, it's a classic
auction house trick.

They rush through the sale,
bringing the hammer down fast,

so the sale
goes to the right person.

Was Harry interested?
- He laughed.

Said his mother
would never listen to him.

I would have thought
you'd have the funds

to secure the vase,
even at £2 million.

Unless, of course,

you had spent it all elsewhere.

Lovely earrings, by the way.

I reckon Qian's been siphoning
cash off for years.

And we can't touch her.

Missing out on that vase
is gonna be a red flag.

They're gonna want
answers in Beijing.

Yeah.

- Shit.
- Boss, what's going on?

Whose phone is that?

It's my dad.

Oh.
What's he done now?

Someone's taken him.

He what?

Who?

Frank Claes.
Nasty piece of work.

My dad ripped him off years ago.

He took a painting off him
by Walter Sickert.

They want me to find it or...

Or?

I don't know.

They've kidnapped him, and
there was blood at his lock-up.

You can't do
a deal with them.

You think I don't know that?

It's not your problem.

I don't want you
to get involved.

I'm already involved.
I'm your partner.

Aren't I?

Yeah.
I do appreciate that, but...

The key ring.

- What key ring?
- Kemp's.

It's a maple leaf.

He did live in Canada
for years.

Have you got
the post-mortem report?

Mm-hmm.

Get the picture of the hand.

Those marks
caused by three big spikes.

That's what Harry
was clutching when he died.

Which is
how he got backstage.

- Yeah.
- Call Kemp.

Hmm.

DC Malik.
How can I help?

Mr. Kemp, we'd like to speak
to you as a matter of urgency.

I guess you found out then.

Are you at work, Mr. Kemp?

Did you hear that?

The church bells
in the background?

Yeah.
Uh, could be anywhere.

Or St. John's Church
in Brixton.

Didn't you say Tremaine's
nephew lived abroad?

Okay.
Thanks for your help.

So, Kemp asked his mate
at the security company

to give him that alibi.

They haven't seen him in weeks.

We assumed
someone wanted the vase

because of what it was worth.

Should have paid more attention
to the original owner.

You're Greg Tremaine,
Annabelle's nephew.

Harry ripped her off.

He knew
what that vase was worth.

But to him, she was
just some stupid old lady

he could screw over.

She died in a freezing-cold flat
with nothing.

Why didn't you go to
the police?

And say what?

I had no proof.

So you took matters
into your own hands.

Got a job in security.

Faked some references.

Olivia didn't follow them up.

How'd you get Harry on board?

He didn't take
much persuading.

Blamed his mother for firing him

when it was him
that bankrupted the company.

Nothing was ever his fault.

So you offered him revenge.

Gave him your keys
so he could sneak backstage.

He knew the position
of the cameras.

And once he was in the lift, he
climbed inside the sarcophagus.

He simply pulled the lid back
on top of himself and waited.

You supplied him
with what he thought

was two oxygen cylinders.

So when the porters
wheeled the sarcophagus

from the lift into the vault,

they had no idea
Harry was tucked up in there.

All he had to do
was get hold of the vase,

wait until morning,

climb back inside
the sarcophagus,

ready to be delivered
to his own lock-up,

where you'd arranged
to meet him.

But you never intended for
him to come out alive, did you?

You left him sealed up
like some two-bit pharaoh.

Believe me, he's no loss.

In the seconds
before he died,

he was holding your key ring,

squeezing it so hard
it made his palm bleed.

Harry cheated my aunt.

Now he's dead,
and Mountford's is finished.

I just wanted to put it right
before I ran out of time.

All we need now is the vase.

Can't help you there.

Greg Kemp, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

Bingo.

Right. We need to concentrate
on getting my dad back.

Where the hell did
he hide that painting?

Your dad's been gone
for 15 years, right?

So it has to be somewhere safe,

somewhere that wouldn't change.

A bit like you.

Thanks.

Your house.

It's the only place your dad
knows would never change.

Yeah.

Don't suppose you, um,
kept any of my paintings?

- Like this one.
- My mum, painted by my dad.

Nothing like an original.

I know where it is.
Malik, put your foot down.

I always thought
this frame was wrong.

That's why he wanted it back.

All that stuff about Mum...

he was just playing me,
as usual.

I'm so glad
you've seen sense.

May I?

Where's my dad?

The painting?

Where was it?

It was in my house,
behind another painting.

Really?

How awkward.

Well...

We make a good team.

Maybe we should work
together again sometime.

I mean, that's twice now
you've covered for your dad.

Handling stolen goods.

Give my regards to Frank.

Shame.

"Shame"?

Is that all?

That painting was my pension.

Was it?
I didn't know.

I was too busy flushing
my career down the toilet.

I wouldn't have given it up.

Still, your call.

Who's this then?

My partner.

I heard a lot about you.

All good, I hope?

All okay?

Hardly.
This so-called son of mine

just gave away my--
- Stop it!

Of course I didn't give it away.

An original Walter Sickert?

What?

You stiffed them
with a copy again?

Who did it?

Was it Janey?
- Where are they?

Heading east.

I'm guessing
to one of the ports.

Harwich or Lowestoft.

Call it in.

Give them the info
for the tracker.

You put it in the frame?
You devious little f--

You've really stitched them up.

You still don't get it, do you?

Come on, son.
Crack a smile.

It's all gone perfect.

We should be celebrating!

Ronald Palmer...

...I'm arresting you
for possession of stolen goods.

What are you talking about?

You do not have to say
anything,

but it may harm your defense
if you do not mention

when questioned something which
you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
may be given in evidence.

You got to be joking, Mick.

Come on.

I'm your dad.

Come on.

Hi.
- Hi.

So, is your dad in?

No, he's-- he's gone now.

I'll tell you about it later.
Come in.

- Flowers.
- Yeah.

Don't suppose you happen
to have a vase or...?

Oh, a funny story
about that, actually.

Um, let me see what I can find.

Actually...

...forget the vase.