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Terrible.

Mr. MacAllister.
Anything I can do for you?

All good. Thanks, Kevin.

Your dinner jacket and shoes

have been cleaned
and left in your room.

Let me know
if you need anything else.

Actually,
I have a guest arriving.

Have front desk
send them up to my suite.

Of course. And enjoy tonight.

Uh, breakfast, usual time or...?

Usual time.

Hey, it's Rick MacAllister.

Just checking
you got my message.

Look, I'm big enough to admit it
when I made a mistake.

But I'm going to make sure
everybody knows about this.

Just give me a minute.

Keep the champagne circulating.

And smile.

Any sign of our
glorious benefactor?

No. The car's
still waiting for him.

And reception are saying
there's no answer from his room.

Shall I call him again?

Yes.

MacAllister Gallery.

I see you got what you wanted.

It's a significant collection
of Titanic memorabilia.

It's an exciting day
for the museum.

Quite.
What price integrity, hmm?

Excuse me.

Free fizz.

Are you surprised to see me?

I got an invite
from the man himself.

Well, there's no accounting
for taste.

Excuse me?

You don't say that to my face.

Mr. Buchanan.

Thank you for joining us.

Wendy, you are looking divine.

I think some of the press
were keen to speak to you.

Where is he?
This is ridiculous.

He's not answering his phone.

Rich Americans.

He's probably decided
to fly to Paris for his dinner.

Alright, well,
we can't wait any longer.

We're gonna have to do it
without him.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's not your fault.

Bloody MacAllister.

Well, this is gonna be
embarrassing.

Good morning, Mr. MacAllister.

Mr. MacAllister?

Mr. MacAllister?

Emergency services?
Custom House Hotel.

It's one of our guests.

I think he's dead.

Wow.
It's like a bank with bedrooms.

You think we get to stay here?

Mm.

I mean, MacAllister
was minted, right?

- Sold his gambling app.
- Betopia.

For an absolute stack

and spends his money doing up
anything to do with the Titanic.

I mean, why would you?

- "Disasterabilia."
- Not a word.

Should be, though.

Collectibles relating
to major catastrophes.

Plane wrecks,
wars, sunken ships.

But why the Titanic?

He reckons he had
a relative on board.

Mind you,

if all the relatives
that Americans say were on board

really were,
it's probably why it sunk.

Come on.

Thank you.

D.I. Palmer, D.C. Malik? P.C.
White, Northern Ireland Police.

Call me Rory.
- Shazia. Cheers.

Good to meet you, Rory.

Well, this has caused
quite a stir.

Who found the body?

Concierge.
First thing this morning.

I've taken a statement.

Mobile phone and wallet
were still in his room.

I've informed the family--
well, his ex-wife.

D.I. Palmer.
Raithlin, Pathology.

I shouldn't be here.
Nothing suspicious.

Whole things screams
natural causes.

Anyway, level of rigor mortis

suggests he's been dead
a little over 18 hours.

Allowing for
the air conditioning,

I'd put the time of death
between 4:00 p.m.

and 6:00 p.m. yesterday.

MacAllister arrived back
at the hotel around 3:00 p.m.,

so that fits.

Could it be a drug overdose?

No sign of injection marks,
no drug paraphernalia.

Most likely heart failure.

But the autopsy will confirm.

Results tomorrow.

Blimey, it's a tip in here.

My student flat
was tidier than this.

For a rich bloke, he's got a lot
of cheap aftershave.

No heart medication
or blood pressure drugs.

Doesn't look like he was dealing
with any serious health issues.

Good taste in whiskey.

There's a faint circle here.

Maybe there were two glasses.

He had company?

Could be.

Smells like whiskey.

Let's make sure
that we get this checked out.

Just move for me, will you?

There's indentations
in the carpet.

This chair has been moved

and then put back
in the wrong place.

It could-- It could have
been him, of course.

There's two trails.

Heel marks.

There was someone else here.

I think they were sharing
a whiskey together.

And then something happened,
and the chair got knocked over,

and they dragged him
to the bed.

Unconscious?

Yeah. And then they laid him
out and took his shoes off.

You don't think
he did that himself?

Well, looking at the bathroom,

MacAllister wasn't exactly big
on tidiness.

But look at the bedroom.
It's so ordered.

And the shoes are side by side.

Somebody else did that.

We need to get the SOCOs
to process this scene.

And we need to get
background on the phone records

and the CCTV.
- Already asked.

Only CCTV is in the lobby.
- Annoying.

We need to speak to
somebody at the museum.

Who's our contact?

The head curator, Molly Gordon.

Great. Let's go.

Um... Yeah.

We have the terms
of the donation in writing.

We just need clarity
on the situation.

What is the legal status
of the MacAllister bequest?

Mm-hmm. Yes. Of course.

Thank you. Okay.

Ms. Gordon, heritage crime,
D.I. Palmer, D.C. Malik.

Hi. Sorry about that.

As you can imagine, it's been
quite a difficult morning.

This is Wendy Boyle,
my assistant and archivist.

It's just awful,
I mean, what's happened.

No one seems to know.

That's why we're here.
To find out.

- It's just such a shock.
- We're just trying to establish

a timeline of MacAllister's
movements.

Well, we were actually supposed
to be in a meeting about now.

Should we start
with yesterday afternoon?

Yeah. Sorry. Yes.
Sorry. That's so stupid of me.

Um, so yesterday, he was
supposed to be here around 6:00,

but he was late. Wendy
called him, called his hotel.

But there was--
there was no answer.

And it was too late to cancel.

And you were here
all afternoon?

Well, between here
and the museum.

We were dashing all over,
weren't we?

It was quite a big deal for us.

Everyone was so excited.

We'll need a complete list
of guests.

I can get that.

She's taken it quite badly.

Her mom died a few months ago,
so it just brings it all back.

Is there anyone else that knew
MacAllister in Belfast?

Uh, well, Alexander Buchanan,
antique dealer.

He sourced most
of MacAllister's collection.

They go way back.
- And he was at the launch?

Saw him starting
an argument with a woman.

He had a knack for that.

When was the last time
you saw MacAllister?

Uh, we gave him a tour
of the museum a few days ago.

Showed him this space
and the storage rooms.

And Wendy showed him
her precious archives.

No greater privilege.

Press, trustees, plus
the great and good of Belfast.

Thanks.

I'll get Rory to start
checking them out.

Rory, tomorrow morning,

I want you to go through
all the CCTV.

See if we can identify
his roommate.

Will do, Boss.

Forensics are looking at the
whiskey bottle and the glass.

Of course, it could
still be natural causes.

His ex-wife said he didn't have

any underlying
health conditions.

Something doesn't seem right,
does it?

Concierge said
he was expecting a visitor,

but I think there was somebody
already in there with him

who got him to the bed
and removed his shoes.

Still, we can't do anything
until we get the autopsy report,

so we might as well
call it a day.

So, Shazia, are you
doing anything this evening?

I was thinking maybe I could
show you some of the sights.

Sure, that'd be great.

Boss, you up for that?

No, no. You guys go.
Go have some fun.

Right. See you in the morning.

Cheers.

Bali Glam.

Thought you should
at least sample

the finest local mineral water.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Mmm. Amazing.

You can really taste
the... water.

- Right?
- Mm.

So, what do you think?

Be interesting
to see what the CCTV throws up.

Ah, well, we can look at that
tomorrow.

Yeah. I think if we can spot
someone in the reception,

that'd give us a strong lead.

Sure.

So what do you reckon
to Belfast?

It's great.

I'm still hoping
to squeeze in the Titanic tour.

Love that film.

Hand on heart,
I haven't seen it.

Get out! Seriously, get out.

Spoiler, ship sinks.

- No. You're joking.
- Mm.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

Hi, this is Rosa Cunningham.

Hopefully I'm doing
something interesting.

Please leave me a message.

Hey, Rosa. It's me.

Sorry. It's, um, Mick.

I'm here in Belfast
on a case about the Titanic

that I thought you
might find interesting.

I hated that movie,
but the museum's cool.

But if you like the film,
then pay no attention to me.

I probably misjudged it, and I'd
be totally up for a re-watch.

Um, anyway, I'll call you
when I get back to London.

See ya.

Here's MacAllister arriving.

3:00.

So if he had a visitor,

it would be
from this point onwards.

See if you can find out
who he's calling.

Palmer. I come bearing gifts.

Results within.

Apologies. I was hasty.

Cause of death
was a drug overdose.

Toxicology report shows
a high concentration

of a synthetic opioid.

Self-administered?

We didn't find anything
in the hotel.

It can be prescribed
as pain relief,

but the quantities ingested
suggest something else.

- How much did he take?
- Four milligrams.

Just two would be fatal
for most people.

Oh. Forensics asked me
to give you this.

- Thanks.
- Initial findings.

Best of luck.

Here we go.

So the prints on the whiskey
glass were MacAllister's,

but they found traces
of liquid opioid.

So somebody spiked the drink

and then waited
for him to pass out

and then dragged him to the bed.

Reckon so.

And then took his shoes off.

Okay. Got something.

This is an hour later.

- Who is it?
- Don't know,

but I'm pretty sure
I recognize the face.

It's her. Isn't it?

The woman arguing
with Buchanan.

- That's good work, Rory.
- Mm.

See if you can find a name
and dig out an address.

Ms. Wallace,
do you have a moment?

Make it quick.
I'm up to my eyes.

D.I. Palmer, D.C. Malik.
Heritage Crime.

Heritage what?

Crime.

Yesterday morning,
Rick MacAllister was found dead

in his hotel room.

What's that got to do with me?

How well did you know him?

I didn't.

I tried to sell him
something from the Titanic.

What was that?

A dinner plate
from first class.

Mint condition.

Must be worth a bit.

Six figures easy.

My great-great grandfather
was one of the waiters.

He smuggled the plate
onto the lifeboat.

It's been in the family
ever since.

So MacAllister was
interested in buying it?

No, he said it was a fake.

So how come you were
at the press launch?

He invited me.

Why would he do that?

When was the last time
you saw him?

A few days ago,
when I showed him the plate.

So you weren't at the hotel
at 4:00 p.m. on Thursday?

Because the CCTV caught you.

I was going on a date
up to the first floor bar.

At 4:00 in the afternoon?

What, are you telling me when I
can and can't have a drink?

No.

Anyway, the bastard
never showed.

Now he's ghosting me.
- Got a name?

Can't remember,
luckily, for that prick.

Alright, Ms. Wallace.

Well, thank you for your time.

Dreadful business.

News travels fast.

Belfast is a small city,
Inspector.

So, you knew him well?

We did the odd bit
of business over the years.

I mainly dealt with his people.

So you hardly knew him?

But you were
at the museum reception.

As I say, it's a small city.

Are these books anthropodermic?

Indeed.

Well spotted, Inspector.

Bound in human skin.

In this instance, the
notorious highwayman John Burke.

You're not serious?

It was his own final request.

Highly sought after.

Much like John Burke himself.

Please.

No?

Sorry. Back trouble.

What else
was MacAllister interested in?

Anything and everything.

Paintings of the Titanic.
Posters.

But of course, the real prize

was anything
that came from the wreck.

I sourced several items

that came directly
from the ocean floor.

Immaculate provenance.

Now, if there's nothing else...

Did he invite you
to his hotel room

on Thursday afternoon?

No. I was here.

Do you know
why MacAllister decided

to donate his collection?

Who knows the ways of
the incredibly rich, Inspector?

Of course, with his passing,

I assume the donation
will now be reversed.

Well, Molly Gordon's
optimistic it won't be.

Well, that would be great news
for the museum and the city.

Of course, it can't
have been easy for Molly.

Why's that?

Dealing with MacAllister.

Betopia. His gambling empire.

Blood money.

Something of a moral dilemma
for her, wouldn't you say?

I thought him and MacAllister
were meant to go way back.

He acted
like he hardly knew the guy.

And he's done well out
of MacAllister over the years.

I can't see a motive
for him to kill him.

He clearly knows his stuff

and has some really interesting
things in his showroom.

Creepy, you mean.

And he was quick to throw
Molly Gordon's name out there.

Her moral dilemma?

Yeah, I noticed that.
We'll deal with it soon as.

But firstly, I am starving.

Good shout.
I'll find somewhere.

Nice.

Ooh!
Straight in with the Ulster fry.

Strong game. Belfast's
contribution to world cuisine.

Love me a bit
of potato bread.

You're missing out,
Inspector.

That is Cheddar's
contribution to world cuisine.

So I ran a background check
on Wallace's garage.

Looks like she was
in a bit of trouble.

You think she needed the money
from selling the plate?

Definitely. And if MacAllister
was going to tell the world

it was a fake,
she'd have been shafted.

- Nice work, Rory.
- Have a chip.

I think I've found out
why Molly Gordon

had beef with MacAllister.

Mm.

It's an article in the Belfast
Herald about her brother.

Inspector. Any news?

Everyone's desperate to know
where the museum stands.

Does this mean you're going to
have to call off the exhibition?

You'd be happy with that,
though, wouldn't you?

What? Of course not.
It's been years of negotiating.

A huge donation, all built
on the proceeds of gambling.

Can't sit easy with you.

We know about your brother.

Yeah. Yeah, Dez had it bad.

I mean, hardly surprising.

They made it easy for him.

You know, one touch of a button
on your phone,

and out goes £1,000.

It's like a portable casino.

Thanks to sites like Betopia.

No, addiction is a disease.

I know that now.

They say it was suicide, but...

it was gambling that killed him.

You must have hated
MacAllister.

No. I live in the real world.

I hated
when MacAllister stood for,

but I didn't hate him.

His donation was
incredibly generous.

It's an exceptional collection.

What was he interested in?

The usual.

His mythical relative.

The one who was on the ship.

Boss? Got something.

Fingerprints from
inside the hotel room.

Mostly MacAllister's,
some they can't trace.

Two fingerprints from
outside of the door.

They've got a match.

What were you doing
in MacAllister's hotel room?

I've already told you I wasn't.

I was in the bar,
and my date was a no show,

so I went to the press lounge.

We've got your fingerprints

on the door handle
of MacAllister's hotel room.

Can you explain
why your prints are on file?

Oh, come--
It was from years ago.

It was a pub fight and pissed up
clothes. And it was nothing.

None of this has anything
to do with me, okay?

I-I swear,
I never entered his room.

=We know you needed money.

We know you needed
to sell the plate.

MacAllister found out
it was a fake.

Jesus. It's not a fake.

That came from Buchanan.

So you tried
to sell it to him first?

Yes.
And he said it was a fake.

So then I went to MacAllister,

and he wasn't having none of it, neither.

Part of them
just looking down on me,

what, because I don't
sound like them.

Why, but the American,
the American is happy

to buy three plates
off of Buchanan.

Right.
So why did you go to his room?

MacAllister changed his mind.
He phoned me.

He told me to come up to
his room before the press thing.

So I went up, but he
never answered, so I left.

We've had a call
reporting a burglary.

And?

Only it's Ms. Wallace's
business.

- What?
- Where'd you keep the plate?

No. Wait here.

Rory, you go round the back,
see if there's another way out.

Ah, shit!

Little shit.

Oi!
- See you later.

Wee shit.

They didn't get into the safe.
They didn't get it.

Somebody obviously thinks
your plate's worth something.

Are you gonna arrest me, then?

No.
But I need to borrow your plate.

MacAllister's
first class plates.

According to Buchanan,

recovered directly
from the wreckage

and verified
by the museum archives.

Amazing to think
these were lying at the bottom

of the sea all that time.

So, Wallace's plate,
carried off by a relative.

Now, they should be
the same weight.

But hers feels a little lighter.

No salt damage, obviously.

But there is something
different.

- Take it.
- Okay.

They're both Spode.

Both have the
White Star branding.

And the garland stenciling.

But the gold on the Charlotte
Wallace plate is not the same.

It's subtle,
but it's visibly different.

So it is a fake.

So where does that leave us?

Well, she has a motive,

and we can put her at his
hotel room at the time of death.

But what we can't prove
is whether she went in or not.

It's Rory.
He says he's at a loose end.

What should I say?

Whatever you want.
Don't let me get in the way.

Okay. Uh, "chase down

MacAllister's phone records."

I'm not sure it's
a work assignment he's after.

Oh. Yeah.
I suppose it is a bit late.

You know he likes you, right?

What? No.
He's just being friendly.

- You think?
- Yeah, totally.

We should talk to
Molly Gordon again.

She clearly hated
MacAllister's business.

Yeah, but she got over it
pretty quickly

when she saw the size
of the donation.

And besides, where's she gonna
find a bunch of opioids?

Prescription pain relief?

You're thinking about the shoes
again, aren't you?

Why did they take them off?
Why are they next to the bed?

I mean, what are we missing?

Why is everyone
still so hung up on that ship?

It's the human element,
isn't it?

The stories
of all the passengers.

It's-- It's the ship going down
while the violin played.

It's the brother taking
that last-minute ticket.

It's the crocodile bag
floating on the water.

Thought they were
going to a new life in America.

Never happened.

You know,

my dad never sold a painting
without a story attached to it.

How he'd found
this amazing new work.

How it had been missing
for all these years.

Why he needed to sell it.

They'd buy the story as much
as they would the fake.

He sounds like
a right character.

That's one way of putting it.

He's back, by the way.

Your dad? Really?

Have you seen him?

He came round. He...

brought one of my
old comic books.

Way to a man's heart.

He says he wants to reconnect.

Maybe that's true.

Maybe he's getting
sentimental in his old age.

He wants the portrait back
that he painted of my mum.

Maybe he misses her.

Yeah.

Maybe.

Are you going
to give it to him?

It's all I have of her.

Okay. Let's have a look
at the opioid angle.

Where can you get them?

Hospitals, doctor surgeries,
pharmaceutical companies.

- Dark web.
- Yeah.

Chased down MacAllister's
phone records, as requested.

- Thanks.
- Day he died,

he had a bunch of missed calls

from Wendy Boyle
and Molly Gordon

trying to get ahold of him.

But he only made two calls.

One to Charlotte Wallace?

Exactly. 3:00
from the hotel lobby,

the other to a lawyer.

She'd been engaged
by MacAllister.

Scheduled a meeting with
Molly Gordon for the next day.

She mentioned that.
Do we know what that was about?

That's the thing. MacAllister
wanted to stop his donation.

What? He wanted to cancel
his donation,

but he hadn't canceled
the press launch?

The lawyer said
MacAllister contacted her

earlier in the week. Uh...

Here. Five days ago at 14:09.

That's around the time
he was at the museum

and visited the archives.

So the question is, what did
he see in the archives that day

that made him want to stop
his donation?

These are the records
MacAllister was looking at.

I think he spied something
in here that spooked him.

Is Boyle not here?

No, she's off sick.

She and Alex Buchanan
seem pretty close.

Yeah, he's here all the time.

Wendy's got a bit
of a crush on him.

Which I let pass, even though...

- Go on.
- No, nothing. Nothing.

You don't like him, do you?

Well, I don't like them
cooing in the archives together.

But, you know,
she had a hard time.

Her mom had cancer.

So, like I say,
I turned a blind eye.

These are the items
relating to Buchanan's plates.

This is the original letter
from Spode.

They made the porcelain.

They confirmed the design for
the first class dinner plates.

And the serial numbers
match Buchanan's.

This is from Ocean Deep.

They're the only
authorized salvage company,

and they confirm
that the plates were brought up

from the sea floor.

Bizarrely, they even mention
the same serial numbers.

So Buchanan's items
all check out.

That's wrong, though.

- What?
- Look at the date.

What about it?

15/06.

15th of June.

This is an American company.
Look.

So the date...
- Is the wrong way round.

Right. Let's have a look
at the Spode letter again.

Have you got anything
that I could use to--

- Yeah, magnify it?
- That would be great.

Sure.

Here.
- Excellent. Thank you.

See, it's good,
but it's not good enough.

Look at the text.
You see the edge?

It's too crisp.
It's too precise.

This wasn't written
on a typewriter.

This has been printed
on an inkjet.

Quite a trick for 1912.

- Both these letters are fakes.
- No, there's no way.

We don't let anything
into the archives

unless we're 100% convinced.

Unless they had
unauthorized access.

Buchanan.

We've got this all wrong.

We thought Wallace's
plate was the fake,

but it's the others. Buchanan
has been leaving a false trail,

bread-crumbing the archives
for years

in order to fool MacAllister.
- Yeah.

So that explains
the break-in at Wallace's.

Buchanan didn't want the
genuine article knocking about.

And if MacAllister found out...

Buchanan would
have to silence him

before he could go public.

I can't believe this.
I mean, this can't be true.

I've seen this before.

You said Wendy's mom
died of cancer.

Yeah. She was in a lot of pain.

Wendy was her sole carer.

She did what she could
to make her comfortable.

I don't think
Buchanan killed MacAllister.

See that?

Inspector. Thank God.

You have to do something.
It's Wendy.

She's hysterical.
She's completely lost it.

She phoned me and said
if I didn't come over,

she'd kill herself.

Said she's in love with me.

It's terrifying.

If you could come back in
with us?

It's okay, Wendy.

It's over.

We know.
- I did it for him.

I love him.

You did what for me?

I was going to tell everyone.

You would have went to prison.

I couldn't bear that.

I have no idea
what she's talking about.

Why on earth
would I go to prison?

For fraud, Mr. Buchanan.

We know you accessed
the museum's archives,

created false records for the
stuff you sold to MacAllister.

That's complete nonsense.

You knew Charlotte Wallace's
plate would expose you,

which is why you arranged
the break-in at her business.

When did you realize
what he'd done?

When I showed MacAllister
around the archives.

Did you think he was going
to confront Buchanan?

I got him to hold off
till I'd looked into it.

But he was furious.

He said he was going to tell
everyone at the press launch.

He wanted to publicly
humiliate you.

You would have been ruined.

And then
you went to his hotel room

with your mom's leftover meds.

I don't understand.

Are you trying to tell me
that she--

I told him I found more
evidence of the fraud.

I took a bottle of whiskey
over there.

I put...

this stuff, Mom's stuff,
in his glass.

He was so angry with Alex.
He necked it.

And then--
- You're pathetic.

How did you get him
to the bed?

He was heavy.

But Mom was heavy, too.

So Charlotte Wallace was
just in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

And then you went back
to the press launch

as if nothing had happened.

It was the shoes, you know,

tucked away neatly
at the end of the bed.

I couldn't work out why,
and then I realized...

you wanted to make him
feel comfortable, didn't you?

Like you had with your mother.

I had nothing to do with this.

This was all her.

I did it for us.

There is no us.

Rory.

Alexander Buchanan,

I'm arresting you
on suspicion of fraud

and for perverting
the course of justice.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when
questioned something that...

Can I grab my jacket?

Please.

I'm sorry.

How did it come to that?

One man dead,
and Boyle's lost everything.

Job. Relationship. Family.

Her mom died,
and she was vulnerable,

and Buchanan took advantage.

What a mess.

Your lift to the airport
awaits.

Cheers, Rory.

So, Shazia,
you've my number, right?

Uh, yeah.
It's on the police database.

But all the paperwork's
done now.

Jeez, Shazia,
for such a good detective,

you're not exactly picking up
many clues.

You're in serious danger
of missing out

on Belfast's biggest catch.

Oh!

You mean, uh... Yeah.

Well, if you're ever in London,
then give me a shout.

Yeah. I mean, maybe I could
sample some of the local water.

Yeah.

Maybe you can draw me
like one of your French girls.

I'm sorry. What?

Watch the film!

Dad?

Dad?