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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!

[Applause]

-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.

[Laughter]

Thoughts? -[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.

[Uncomfortable chuckling]

-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?

-[French accent] Please let me take one off the table.

-Offline use only.

-Ready, everyone.

Cheers.

[Camera shutter clicks] -Magnifique.

[Raucous laughter]

-What a wonderful afternoon.

[Coughs, clears 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, Monsieur,

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! -Marvelous.

[Applause]

-Gosh. -The heat of the tongs

and the gentlest brush of iced water

deliver a clean break.

[Indistinct conversation]

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

we travel back in time to 1934.

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Volatile phenols.

Oak lactones.

And now...the ultimate test.

Ooh la la.

Formidable.

-Mm.

Wow. That is...

banging.

-Granite, violets, [sniffs] blood.

One can taste the sun, the sand. [Cellphone beeps]

-Like it, Ry? -Mm. Delicious.

Take it easy, yeah? You want to stain your nice shoes.

-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 -- [gulps]

[Gagging] -Oh.

-Someone's drank too much. [Laughs heartily]

-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? -[Belches]

-Ray? -Raymond? Okay?

-Raymond? -Okay. Okay.

-Oh. -Bloody hell!

-[Winces] -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 okay.

It's okay. Please.

-Oh, God! Oh, God. Ray?

[Suspenseful music plays]

[Theme music plays]

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[Mid-tempo music plays]

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-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 bought it, you keep it stored.

-So how much are we talking?

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

sold for almost half a million pounds.

-And I thought a caramel cappuccino were expensive.

-[Chuckles] -Thank you.

-Thanks. -Thank you, sir.

[Down-tempo music plays]

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-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-hmm. -Oui.

I am Amelie Martin, Monsieur Bettane's sommelier.

-Ryan Cooper. And this is Tara, obvs.

-And I'm their PR, Bex Dries.

Everythinggoes 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?

-[Speaks French]

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-Hmm.

This is not just a glass.

There's pieces from two objects here --

a champagne flute...and this.

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-What's that?

-[Speaks French]

I think there's more to this.

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Okay, good. Well, that's wonderful.

Cheers. Okay.

They're making Bettane's post-mortem 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 post-mortem 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.

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-That was just so inspirational.

-Thank you so much. -Very kind. Thank you.

-I've got your book. -Oh. [Chuckles]

-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.

-Okay. -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.

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[Mid-tempo music plays]

[Water pouring]

[Door opens]

-[Speaks native language] Papa.

Most of it's paperwork.

No, I'm not doing any paintings.

[Sighs, speaks native language] And say hi to Mum.

I'll call you at the weekend.

[Speaks native language]

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 re-interview 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. [Cellphone chimes and buzzes]

-Speaking of grand, Sir Clifford wants an update.

-Good luck with that. -Huh.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

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-I ask you to wrap things up quickly and quietly.

Now you're telling me someone poisoned Bettane?

-Someone at the tasting.

-Someone elseat 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.

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[Doorbell buzzes]

[ Busy signal]

[Gate creaks]

Blimey.

-Lots of money in green smoothies.

-So Ryan and Tara are a couple, are they?

-[Scoffs] 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, okay?

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

How'd you like that?

Find us okay? 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?

Recognize 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...

-Colorful? -Big.

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

[All chuckle]

-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-a party

than a wine tasting. -Yeah?

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

and we were all pretty hammered.

[Chuckles] Anyway...

Oh, my, uh, Kurt Hertzlers.

Pair of them sells for 22,000.

-Spirulina.

Who knew algae could taste sogood?

This stuff is amazing.

It's like having a superpower.

Listen, do your body a favor.

[Cellphone beeps]

-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 fertilizer.

-[Chuckles] 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 soover it.

-Still, buys you all this.

-[Scoffs] 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.

[Down-tempo music plays]

Don't tell Ryan, eh?

-No.

Must have been a shock -- Bettane.

-[Sighs] 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 anytime.

-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.

-At my clients have nothing more to say at this time.

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

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-Couldn't throw us out quick enough.

-What they need to do is throw out those paintings.

-[Chuckles] 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.

[Engine starts in distance]

-This is a shit show.

-You'll get us through it, babe.

I know you will.

-Ryan! -[Chuckles]

[Mid-tempo music plays]

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-Thank you.

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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.

-Okay. 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?

-Well, 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 homemade wine.

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-Packing label.

And we've got a return address.

-And we have some keys.

-Bingo.

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-That's him. -"Zame-tovka."

-"Za-me-tovka."

It's the oldest grape vine in the world.

-That or he plays for Chelsea.

[Bird cawing]

[Suspenseful music plays]

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-Smells like my grandad's pipe.

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Certainly feels like Bettane's place.

You good? -Mm.

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

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-Some kind of recipe book.

-This is our pipe tobacco.

Perfect for aging 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 benny, 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 gotten 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. -[Chuckles]

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

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-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.

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-Who to?

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[Mid-tempo music plays]

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-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?

[Down-tempo music plays]

-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?

-[Chuckles]

Incroyable.

[Mid-tempo music plays]

How long have you known Bettane?

-About, uh, [clears throat] 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?

-[Sighs deeply]

[British accent] 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 saber 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.

-Okay, okay.

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-hmm.

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 her photos on my phone.

-Oh, good. Let's have a look.

[Suspenseful music plays]

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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-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 something.

-Oh. Hang on. Tara's 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 notconvenient!

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. -Come on.

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?

-Okay, 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. -Okay.

-It was you, Ryan.

-[Chuckles]

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.

[Suspenseful music plays]

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 realize 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.

[Indistinct conversation]

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-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?

[Mid-tempo music plays]

Which one? Oi! Which one?!

Oh.

This one?

[Sculpture shatters] -It's the other one.

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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.

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[Down-tempo music plays]

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[Bell rings]

[Exhales]

♪♪

[Sighs]

[Exhales]

You're early.

-All right, fella? I'm not stopping.

I, uh, just found something of yours

when I was sorting out my locker.

-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.

[Timer rings]

I remember these.

You used to swap your packed lunches for 'em.

-That's 'cause you made them.

-[Chuckles]

You collecting window locks now, eh?

-Make a lot of enemies in Heritage Crime.

-[Chuckles] 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-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 duringthe 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.

-[Sighs]

-Where's the corkscrew?

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