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Welcome, distinguished guests,

to this afternoon's wine tasting.

Just you wait, Ryan.

I've got a rather
special surprise for you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

le champagne

using a technique
from the Napoleonic era.

Mm.

Who needs a corkscrew?

Oh! Oh, Bravo!

Don't get on the
wrong side of Amelie,

ladies and gentlemen.

This remarkable vintage
is a time capsule.

A taste of 1962.

I hope not.
I was at boarding school.

Let's sit.

Mm. Extraordinary.

Mm. It's rich, it's creamy.

It's like being
seduced by a trifle.

THEY LAUGH

Thoughts?

TARA COUGHS

Ah, a strong
response to my left.

What are you getting, Tara?

I don't want to
be rude, but, like...

burnt toast.

I think that means
you're having a stroke, love.

That's what's called
an empyreumatic note.

Dances on the tongue.

Ooh. I like the idea of
something dancing on the tongue.

Eh, Bex? Ryan.

It's not a patch on the '65.

You don't need to
tell me, Sir Clifford.

I sold it to you.

Hey. Tara Mae moment?

I would think twice before posting
that. Don't tell me what to do.

It's not really on brand, is it?

It's only true if
it's on socials, right?

Please let me
take one of the table.

Offline use only.

Ready, everyone?

Cheers.

Magnifique.

What a wonderful afternoon.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Amelie.

Of course, you're here to secure

a unique investment opportunity.

A rare vintage

of 1934 Chateau Moreau-Lapis,

still within
its drinking window.

But, of course, bien sur,

we will need the
port tongs for this.

Amelie, my brilliant
sommelier, is quite right,

ladies and gentlemen.

If we were to use
the conventional method,

there's always a risk,
with a wine as old as this,

of the cork disintegrating.

Plan B, fire and ice.

Mm.

Ah! Marvellous.

Gosh. The heat of the tongs

and the gentlest
brush of iced water

deliver a clean break.

Did you see that?

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

we travel back in time to 1934.

Volatile phenols.

Oak lactones.

And now... the ultimate test.

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

Ooh, la la.

Formidable.

Mm.

Wow. That is...

banging.

Granite, violets, blood.

One can taste the sun, the sand.

Like it, Ry?
Mm. Delicious.

Take it easy, yeah? You don't want
to stain your gnashers.

Over the next five years,

this wine is likely
to appreciate in value by 200%.

Making it a more reliable
investment than the stock market

and even property.

And if...

HE GULPS

Oh. Someone's drank too much.

HE LAUGHS, RAYMOND RETCHES

Raymond, are you
all right, old boy?

Give him some air.
God's sake, get out of the way!

Where do you want me to go?
Ray? Raymond? OK?

Raymond? OK. OK. Oh.
Bloody hell!

For God's sake, somebody call an
ambulance! Done.

Do something!
What you want me to do?!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey. It's OK.

It's OK. Please.

Oh, God! Ray?

Tell me again why we're
investigating a wine tasting.

Sir Clifford Renwick,
former Minister of Justice,

now snoozing his days
away in the House of Lords,

not happy being present
at the unexpected death

of Raymond Bettane.

So he's pulled a few strings,
and we got the short straw.

String. Whatever.

Anyway, he wants us
to keep it all quiet.

I know Raymond Bettane, don't I?

Guy on the telly
with the waistcoats.

That's him.

He's famous for his
ability to unearth rare wines.

Mm. He once found a case

of Bordeaux belonging
to General de Gaulle

in a bricked-up cellar in Paris.

Bet that tasted rank.
Ah, it's not for drinking.

It's an investment.

Once you've bought it,
you keep it stored.

So how much are we talking?

A few years ago, a bottle
of 1945 Romanee-Conti

sold for almost
half a million pounds.

And I thought a caramel
cappuccino were expensive.

Thank you.

Thanks. Thank you, sir.

DI Palmer. Finally.

And this is DC Malik,
Heritage Crime.

Thank you for your patience.

We'll try to get you out
of here as soon as we can.

So you were all present?

Mm-hm. Oui.

I am Amelie Martin,
Monsieur Bettane's sommelier.

Ryan Cooper.
And this is Tara, obvs.

And I'm their PR, Bex Dries.

Everything goes through me.

I'll bear that in mind.

Is this gonna take long?
Tara's got a vlog to get out.

Ry, I can't do that now.
You'll be all right.

Um, could you talk
us through what happened?

I don't know
what we can tell you.

We were all drinking, and then...
He keeled over.

He was frothing at the mouth.

Frothing? Maybe it was the wine?
Well, we were all right.

The poor fella had a heart attack,
triggered some sort of seizure.

We can't know that.
The autopsy will establish

whether he died
of natural causes.

Can we go?
I've got a banging headache.

And time is money and all that.

We may need to
follow up tomorrow.

Sure.

You have my number. Thank you.

Palmer. A word?
Yes, sir. Of course.

Uh, please don't touch anything.

I'm sure you
understand discretion, eh?

No need for my name
to come up. Mm? Good man.

So, what time did the
wine tasting start? At midday.

And did Mr Bettane know
everyone here?

They were all
private clients of his.

It was invitation only.

One of his exclusive events.

How long have you known Bettane?

Ever since
I arrived from France.

About six months.

And what was he drinking?

The 1934 Chateau Moreau-Lapis.

We all were.

Do you remember
anyone breaking a glass?

Je ne sais pas.

Hmm.

This is not just a glass.

There's pieces
from two objects here -

a champagne flute, and this.

What's that?

UNTRANSLATED

I think there's more to this.

OK, good. Well,
that's wonderful.

Cheers. OK.

They're making
Bettane's postmortem a priority,

so we'll have the
results first thing tomorrow.

Nice. Fancy seeing Bettane in
action? Sure.

The secret to a truly
memorable degustation

is the careful
pairing of food and wine.

When you get the
combination correct,

a sort of magical
alchemy takes place.

It's like Fred and Ginger,

music and moonlight.

Or in this case,

Scottish lobster
and French champagne.

Right. Mm.

That's a heart
attack waiting to happen.

I'm only saying - sometimes a heart
attack is just a heart attack.

Forensics have already looked
at those shards of glass. Let's see.

Definitely a champagne
glass and some sort of vial.

Some partial fingerprints,
but not enough to identify anyone.

They were broken deliberately.

I think someone stood on them. Why?

They needed to get rid of the vial,

so they smashed the glass in order
to hide it. So Bettane was poisoned?

Well, we'll know more
when the postmortem turns up.

But I'm pretty sure we
can rule out natural causes.

Huh. Well, there's not
much we can do until then.

So, um... You got plans?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact.

I am, uh,
going to a lecture. Hmm.

It's about the Tilbury Hoard.

Oh, yeah? By, uh, Rosa Conaghan.

Mm! Well, if there's time
for questions at the end,

you could ask her out.
Yeah. Good luck. Thanks.

That was just so inspirational.

Thank you so much.
Very kind. Thank you.

I've got your book.
Oh.

Sorry. Sorry. Hi. Hello.

I didn't know if
you got the invitation.

It was really great.

Uh, you didn't tell
the story of the hoard...

No. ..in total.

No, I thought I'd
leave the stories of violence,

revenge, and murder to the Vikings
rather than the archaeologists.

Probably a good idea.
How long are you in London?

A few days.

I don't suppose
you'd fancy coming to mine

for dinner on Wednesday night?
Yes. That would be lovely.

Great.

Is there anything you don't eat?
No, no, I eat everything.

Got it. Except beetroot. OK. And
anchovies. Right. And baked beans.

But apart from that,
I eat absolutely everything.

I think I can do
better than baked beans.

Uh, I'll see you, then.

Right.

Oh, God.

...Papa, most of it's paperwork.

No, I'm not doing any paintings.

And say hi to Mum.

I'll call you at the weekend.

UNTRANSLATED

Morning. How was the "lecture?"

Why are you
saying lecture like that?

You know what I mean.
Did you speak to Rosa?

I've invited her for
dinner at mine tomorrow night.

Yes! That's all
I wanted to know.

There's half a bottle
of 1934 Chateau Moreau-Lapis

in the forensic lab,
if you want it.

In other news, the
autopsy report is in.

Oh. Cause of death?

Heart attack.

You know those people who say,

"I hate to say I told you so?"

I'm not one of those people.
Not so fast.

We also have the
toxicology results.

The wine in the
decanter was uncontaminated,

but the vial contained trace
elements of metronidazole.

It's an antibiotic used
by dentists, apparently.

Was Bettane being
treated for anything?

There's no record of that,

but metronidazole
reacts badly with alcohol.

Now, it can
cause severe vomiting.

And Bettane had angina,

so the vomiting
triggered his heart attack.

I mean, of course, it could
have been an accident, but...

Someone crushed the vial.
Right.

It's weird, though, isn't it?

Because there's no
guarantee of it working.

It seems like a strange choice.

It's cleaner than rat poison.
Cheaper than polonium.

Well, whoever
used it must have known

that Bettane had
a heart condition. Mm.

And tried to make it
look like natural causes.

We are now
investigating a murder.

We have to reinterview
everyone from the tasting.

Mm. I think we should
start with Tara and Ryan.

On the face of it, none of
them even knew him that well.

What about Amelie, maybe?
It's odd.

Why poison someone
in such a public place?

It's like someone's
making a statement. Grand gesture.

PHONE PINGS

Speaking of grand,
Sir Clifford wants an update.

Good luck with that. Huh.

I ask you to wrap
things up quickly and quietly.

Now you're telling me
someone poisoned Bettane?

Someone at the tasting.
Someone else at the tasting.

Did you know him well?
Not well, no.

Of course,
we moved in similar circles.

As chair of the
House of Lords Cellar Committee,

I maintain the standards
of our wine reserves.

Some people are
taken in by labels.

But for those of us with a real
nose, it's a fascinating world.

So you've bought a fair
amount off him over the years.

I'd love details
of those purchases.

Not sure that's possible.

Bettane was murdered.

Presumably you'd like to be
eliminated from our inquiries

as quickly and as
quietly as possible.

Of course. I'll have
my secretary get on to it.

Now, if you don't
mind, I am rather busy

arranging the wines for
a forthcoming state banquet.

Keep me in the loop, Palmer.

Tell me everything you find.
Of course, sir.

BUZZER

Blimey.

Lots of money
in green smoothies.

So Ryan and Tara
are a couple, are they?

A couple?

They founded Tara Mae.

Tara Mae Cosmetics.

Tara Mae Lifestyle.

Tara Mae Clean Eating.

They are like
influencer royalty.

I don't care
what you think, OK?

I'll come over there and
I'll ram it down your throat.

How'd you like that?

Find us OK?
It's not hard, right?

This place practically
has its own postcode.

Come in, come in.

Oh, wipe your shoes. Oh.

Yeah. Shut the door.

Oh, gutted about Raymond, obvs.

You work in
Heritage Crime, right?

Recognise the artist?

JJ Joy. Oh, he's good, isn't he?
Experimental. Yeah.

Acquired taste.

I've acquired him.

I like them because they're just
so... Colourful? ..big.

I've got a lot of
wall space to fill.

Is Tara about?

Yeah, she's downstairs
vlogging her daily detox.

Huh. Never ends.
It's all sweet coin, right? Mm.

I'll go have a word. Yeah.

Yeah. Leave the men to it, eh?

So, about Mr Bettane's death.

Oh, mate! What can I say?

Tragic AF.

How well did you know him?

Well, I bought a
lot of wine off him.

He said I had a flair for it.

He said there were
wines he'd sell me, right,

that he wouldn't
sell anyone else.

So before Mr Bettane's collapse...
Yeah. ..was there anything unusual?

Um, any arguments?

Anybody turn up unexpectedly?

No, but it was more of a party than
a wine tasting. Yeah?

Yeah. Raymond didn't do all
that spitting-it-out stuff,

and we were all pretty hammered.

Anyway...

Oh, my, uh, Kurt Hertzlers.

Pair of them sells for 22,000.

Spirulina.

Who knew algae
could taste so good?

This stuff is amazing.

It's like having a superpower.

Listen, do your body a favour...

Sorry. It's fine.

I can't really focus on
micronutrient gut therapy right now.

Does it really work? Helps different
vitamins and minerals

get absorbed by the gut. Mm.

I make sure I know what I'm selling,
even if it tastes like fertiliser.

I've just got to ask you
a few questions about yesterday.

I can still see it. It was...

Fancy a cuppa?
Don't worry, it's builder's.

Go on, then.
I thought it would be like...

Oh, God no.
That's just the brand.

I'm so over it.

Still, buys you all this.

For what?

It never ends.

Well, not for me, anyway.

Why not stop?

Days like this, I would love to.

I'm not sure Ryan would agree.

Don't tell Ryan, eh?

No.

Must have been
a shock... Bettane.

Horrible.

It was so fast, you know.

We were having a
great time, and then...

Did anything out
of the ordinary happen

before Bettane collapsed?

Other than Madame
Pompidou opening a bottle of bubbly

with a sword and then a
bottle of wine with red-hot pokers?

Nah, just an ordinary day.

Give me a mojito any time.

Um, why have I not
been told about this?

You and Ryan know the deal.
I've made it completely clear.

All PR issues go through me.

Come on, Bex.
I was just having a chat...

We are more than
happy to cooperate.

But I must insist we're given notice
on all face-to-face interviews.

Problem is, murder doesn't
really happen to a schedule.

Murder?
Raymond Bettane was poisoned.

Well, you better not be throwing
any accusations our way.

My clients have nothing
more to say at this time.

I mean, we barely
knew Ray, so...

Couldn't throw
us out quick enough.

What they need to do is
throw out those paintings.

But they're so lovely and big.

Ryan's obsessed
with collecting, isn't he?

Art, wine, property.
And people.

Tara was terrified that he'd
catch her putting sugar in her tea.

Wonder if he's had
an argument with Bettane.

What about Bex Dries?

Did you notice the way
that she called Bettane "Ray?"

At the same time as
saying they hardly knew him.

I'll run a background check.
Won't take long.

They're all over socials.

We need to have another
look at that tasting room. Yeah.

This is a shitshow.

You'll get us through it, babe.

I know you will.

Ryan!

HE LAUGHS

Thank you.

So everyone was over there

when Amelie broke the
neck of the wine bottle.

And then she decanted the wine

and she brought
it back to the table.

Then she walks around
and pours everyone a glass.

And everyone drinks the same wine.
But Bettane's glass was poisoned.

He starts vomiting
and he keels over.

And then during the commotion,

somebody comes over
here and crushes the vial

and a glass to cover it up. Mm.

The Chateau Moreau-Lapis, 1934.

That's the one they were
drinking when Bettane died.

Right? Malik, look at this.
This bridge.

Don't tell me.
It's a stunning example

of a truss configuration.

Yes, actually, that it is. Mm.

But it's the
same as the wine label.

It's exactly the same.

The bridge spans the
River Gironde in Bordeaux. Hmm.

The original was destroyed
in the Second World War,

when Bordeaux was the
home of the French government.

OK. And...

This one, with its
stunning truss configuration,

wasn't built
until the war was over.

Construction began in 1947.

This wine was bottled in 1934.

So how does a wine bottle
have an image of a bridge

when it didn't even exist yet?

When it's a fake.

Bettane was selling fake wine.

So where did he keep his stock?

He must have had somewhere
that he kept his home-made wine.

Packing label.

And we've got a return address.

And we have some keys.

Bingo.

That's him. "ZAME-tovka."

"ZAH-muh-tovka."

It's the oldest
grape vine in the world.

That or he plays for Chelsea.

Smells like my grandad's pipe.

Certainly feels
like Bettane's place.

You good? Mm.

He's not only faking
the Chateau Moreau-Lapis.

Some kind of recipe book.

This is our pipe tobacco.

Perfect for ageing labels.

And a fridge
full of ingredients.

And here is our bridge again.

You're telling me
people are drinking this stuff

thinking it's spenny,
when actually it's just...

Plonk. Yeah, I think so.

People who spend thousands of pounds
on wine don't want to believe

it's something they could
have got down the supermarket.

And if it's an investment, the wine
gets passed around and never opened.

So who's gonna know, right?
If it does taste bad,

then it's past
its "drinking window."

Bit like Sir Clifford.

I've got milk in my fridge
older than this champagne.

It's seductive, though, isn't it?

Bottle of wine
over 100 years old.

All the love and the care
that's gone into making it.

It's almost like
you're drinking history.

A list of payments by Bettane.

Who to?

I assume this is
about Tara and Ryan.

Actually, all of your clients,

most of whom seem to be
customers of Raymond Bettane.

My clients are interested
in the finer things in life.

I simply made
some introductions.

Hmm. You said
you barely knew him.

And according to his records,

you've been getting
some serious kickbacks.

All relationships are
transactional.

It's not illegal.
Except most of the wine

Bettane sold to your clients,
including Ryan Cooper,

was counterfeit.

That can't be right.
Raymond was an expert.

Did you find out?

Were you worried it was
going to damage your reputation?

I didn't know anything about it.

This can't get out.

Ryan would...

Would what?

Ryan desperately
wants to be taken seriously.

He hates being shown up.

What would he do if he knew
Bettane had made a fool of him?

Bex had a good
thing going with Bettane.

Makes no sense she'd kill him.
Tara and Ryan? He's got a temper.

If he knew Bettane was ripping
him off, he'd be furious.

Exactly. Angry.
It doesn't seem like his style.

And besides, how did he know

that Bettane would be
vulnerable to that antibiotic?

Maybe Amelie Martin told him.

I'm struggling to
get any background on her.

What about Sir Clifford?
He's hiding something.

It's possible he knew
about Bettane's scams,

but I doubt enough to kill him.

We're really grasping at straws.

Why do it in public?
And using antibiotics.

We know it has to
be one of these people

that was sitting around the table.

We're missing something.

Is there anything
else in his accounts?

There was one other thing.

We've got payments to Bex,

loads of invoices from
supermarkets for cheap wine.

But here...

monthly payments to a
woman called Clare Bryant.

Is she anyone we know?

Incroyable.

How long have you known Bettane?

About, uh, six months.

We met at a wine conference
in Paris and he offered me a job.

This is a murder investigation,

and you're obstructing it.

Tu comprends, Amelie?

Or should I say Clare?

Look, I'm so sorry.

But it wasn't my idea, right?

Ray thought it would
add value to the business,

you know, to have,
like, a French sommelier,

someone fluent in French.

So why did you agree to it?

I'm an actor.
It was a great part.

Then he taught me
all that sabre stuff. It was fun.

Look, we weren't doing any harm.

Mm. It was a scam.

The wines Bettane were
selling were cheap rip-offs.

What?

He was faking
them in his warehouse.

I swear I didn't know that.

I mean, they all
taste exactly the same to me.

Did someone find out?
Who did you tell?

No-one! Why would I?

I liked him,
and I certainly didn't kill him.

God, I just wanted a job.

OK, OK.

But you knew
about his heart, right?

Was that common knowledge?

I mean, you did see him, right?

I want you to take us
through the evening again.

I've told you everything I know.

Did anyone leave the room at
any point or act suspiciously?

I don't think so.

But everyone was
so drunk, except me.

And the final bottle,
you were next to Bettane.

Mm-hm.

We were over at the
prep table with the port tongs

and the decanter,

and then I went back to the
table to pour everyone a glass.

When you tasted it, can you
show me where you were sitting?

So, Raymond was here.

I was on the one side.

Ryan Cooper was on the other.

Then Tara was next to Ryan.

Then Bex,

and then Sir Clifford.

You're absolutely sure?

I took photos on my phone.
Oh, good. Let's have a look.

Well, that's not right.

What do you mean? This is from the
beginning of the evening? Yeah.

But now Bettane's waistcoat's
on the right-hand side of the chair.

Left-hand corner of
the chair in the photo.

It's on the wrong chair.

It was lying on the floor.
I picked it up and put it back.

In the wrong place. Which means...

Bettane is sitting
in somebody else's seat.

They all moved around a place.

If Bettane was
sitting in the wrong chair...

He wasn't the intended victim.

Ryan Cooper was.

Well, that narrows
the field down a bit. Hmm.

All right. Uh, is she?

Is she? All right.
I gotta go, I gotta go.

All right. Tell her.

Coffee? Um...

Mm. Hawaiian Kona.

Got a real, uh, real kick to it.

Like drinking a racehorse,
and just as expensive, right?

I'm good, thanks. We need to speak
to you about some...

Oh. Hang on.
Taz is in the kitchen.

Come down.

Oh, can you just, um...
Wipe our feet.

Yeah, and... Yeah, I got the door.

So, guys, as you know,
cacao is well-renowned

for its antioxidant benefits.

I hope you're not gonna eat that.
Summer swimwear shoot later.

No, no, this is not convenient!
We have so much to do. I'm sorry.

Tara is just so behind.
Don't blame me.

Uh, maybe if you
hadn't taken two weeks off

to get your teeth done.

I'm not saying
they didn't need it.

Shut up about my teeth. You don't
know what you're talking about.

Well, I do
run this business, so...

I'm the face of the brand.
It's on me all day, every day...

It's not hard, is it? It's not
rocket science.

...while you dick around playing golf
and trying to get off with our PR.

You two need to stop
talking right now. Brand management.

Oh! Brand management. Is that
what you call him groping your ass?

OK, stop. If you can
shut it for one second,

we're here to update
you on the investigation.

It seems like Raymond Bettane
was not the intended victim

of the poisoning. OK.

It was you, Ryan.

You joking?

Why would anyone
want to poison me?

It's not the why, it's the who.

Bettane's wine was doctored
with an antibiotic.

It reacted with the
alcohol in his system

and triggered a
fatal heart attack.

That antibiotic
was metronidazole.

It's used by dentists.

Did you have an infection
when you got your teeth done?

He... He wasn't supposed to...

I just wanted to show you up

and let people see
the real you for once.

Make you look like a dick.

Even more of a dick.

Put it out there,
you puking your guts out.

You'd be a laughing stock.
Yeah, well, who's laughing now?

The instructions said that
if you mixed it with alcohol,

it would cause
nausea and vomiting.

Who reads instructions?
Me! I read everything.

Well, someone's got
to be across the detail

while you piss our
money away on golf courses

and stupid paintings.

You bitch.

So you waited until
everyone was distracted?

Yeah. Yeah, I did.

Everyone got up from the table
to watch Amelie open the wine.

No-one was looking at me.

I took the
antibiotic out of my bag.

I knew exactly what I was gonna do.

It was too easy.

And while they were distracted,

I slipped it into Ryan's glass.

I was sure it was
Ryan's glass, but...

But you didn't see Amelie
put Raymond's waistcoat back

onto a different chair.

So when you came
back to the table...

...everybody moved places.

And because you'd all
been drinking, nobody noticed.

Volatile phenols.

Oak lactones.

Granite, violets, blood.

One can taste the sun, the sand.

When did you realise you
were sitting in the wrong chairs?

I didn't, until
Raymond started throwing up.

It was horrible.

Do something!
What do you want me to do?!

He was lying there on the floor.

And I knew it
must have been my fault.

I panicked.
I had to get rid of the vial.

I wasn't thinking.

I didn't mean it.

I didn't have
anything against him.

Unbelievable.

After everything
I've done for you...

Tara Derwent, I'm arresting you
on suspicion of manslaughter.

...since school! Since school!

You do not have
to say anything... Yeah?

I could have had any girl,
any girl working for me

and I picked you
because I was committed to you.

Wow! Wow! What are
we gonna do about the brand?

What does this mean for the brand?
Not my problem. I quit.

What? You can't...
I'll show myself out, Mr Cooper.

Yeah, you run
along, PC Plod. Bex!

By the way, one of
your Kurt Hertzlers is a fake.

What? Which one?

Bex! Which one?

Which one? Oi! Which one?!

Oh.

This one?

It's the other one.

So it turns out he
was just buying cheap wine

and sticking a
fancy label on it.

Of course, I knew straight away.

No depth on the palate.

You bought a dozen
cases for a state banquet.

I hear the
King's gonna be there.

Would you like me
to get them verified?

Listen, Palmer,

no-one likes to be
taken in by a forger.

You, of all people,
should know that.

You've carved out a nice
little niche for yourself

in Heritage Crime, so...

...no need to rock the boat.

I think we
understand each other.

I should say we've been
looking through Bettane's books.

And it looks like a
number of cases were ordered

for the House of Lords
that are unaccounted for.

But, like you said...

...no need to rock the boat, eh?

Quite.

And, of course, if
there's anything you ever need,

I'm always happy to lend
you my considerable influence.

Good to know... sir.

BELL RINGS

You're early.

All right, fella?
I'm not stopping.

I, uh, just
found something of yours

when I was
sorting out my lock-up.

You're kidding me.

So, what, you gonna
leave your old man out here

to freeze to death or what?

Uh, no.

I can't believe
you still had it.

"The Infinity Bridge." First issue.

I was obsessed with this.

Well, at least
you're glad to see one of us.

Actually, you know what, Dad?
This isn't a good time.

Well, never was, son.
Mm? You expecting someone?

Oh, something smells good.

PHONE RINGS

I remember these.

You used to swap your
packed lunches for 'em.

That's cos you made them.

You collecting
window locks now, eh?

Make a lot of
enemies in Heritage Crime.

Yeah, I know.
I worked for half of them.

God, your mum was so beautiful.

Can't argue with that.

I'd love to have this back.

Something to remember her by.

Paint another one.
You're good at that.

It's not the same.
You know that.

There's nothing
like an original.

BELL RINGS

Shit. I'll get it.

Dad, wait! No! Dad!

Dad, wait! Please!

Hello? Can I help you?

Rosa. Hi. Am I early?

You, uh, gonna introduce us?

This is my dad.
Yeah. I'm Ron, his old man.

You must be, uh... Rosa.

Oh. Bloody hell, Dad. Come in.

No, uh, he's just leaving.
Oh, charming.

I haven't been here in years,

and now he's throwing
me out in the street.

No. It's fine.
I can see it's a bad time.

Rosie, whatever your name
is oh, don't be daft, love.

All right? You know,
he's cooked, he's good.

And we can all get to know
each other over a lovely dinner.

No, no, I'll leave you to it.

We... We can, um,
catch up a bit later.

No, don't go.
Oh, suit yourself, love.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Rosa!

I'm sorry.

I usually try to mess
things up during the date

rather than before it.
Progress, then.

Give me a call. Yeah.

She seems nice! Oh.

Why don't we open
this posh bottle of wine?

I like red.

Where's the corkscrew?

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