All language subtitles for Art Detectives s01e04 Noble Rot.eng

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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 Roman�e-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]

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[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.

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[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.

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-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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