All language subtitles for Heartbeat s14e15 Icon

Heartbeat, why do you miss when my baby
kisses me?

Heartbeat, why does the love chip in my
memory?

You have finished tearing my boat apart?
Not until we've found the stolen icon,

Captain. We are fishermen, not
criminals.

We catch fish.

The plane is a whistle, Sarge.

I told you, you're wasting your time.

Must have dashed them somewhere.

Well, we'll just have to be on the
lookout.

How's it in Whitby, then?

Disappointing.

Nothing on the boat.

Unless you count a mountain of fish.

Fancy a brew?

No time for tea, I'm afraid.

I want you to go round all the local
antique dealers.

Get them on the lookout for anything
that might be connected to Russian

Anything vaguely suspicious, I want them
to contact us immediately.

Dutch.

Have you come far?

Burst up. We're having a break for a few
days.

We needed it, Cain, didn't we now?

Well, you should find it relaxing enough
around here.

Excuse me.

When you can spare me a moment, you
beautiful signora, I would love to

one of your English breakfasts.

I won't be long, Giovanni. I'm just
going to show these people up to the

Grazie.

Right, let's get you settled in then,
shall we?

Thanks.

The Italian's a long way from home.

Milan? A truffle salesman, apparently.

Over on a fine dining conference in
Whitby.

One for the ladies, I reckon.

No, I haven't noticed.

Well, I've been searching.

Oh, Lord, I've been searching.

And I've been...

Just doing the rounds, Mr Jones.

A confinement of stolen Russian icons
has been offloaded in the area. If

offered one to buy... Oh, no.

What is it?

I wish you'd recalled earlier,
Constable.

I've just bought this this morning.

I was hoping to send that to an auction
house in Chelsea.

Sorry to disappoint you, Mr Jones, but
we strongly suspect that this is stolen.

Ah, Mrs Kellett!

A lovely morning, wouldn't you agree?

Yes, good morning, Mr Scripps.

I wanted to book a taxi for Lord
Ashfordly. He's got a rather special

tomorrow evening. Then you've come to
the right place.

VIP, as you know, is our middle name.

Well... May I ask what this particular
bash is about? Lord Ashfordly's

perhaps? No, an old boys' reunion.

Quite a gastronomic bunch, I hear. I
like the excuse to try out fancy dishes.

I did offer them a whole bag salmon, but
apparently it's not good enough.

Never mind.

Beautiful, isn't it?

15th century North Gorod school.

How much would you say it's worth?

Well, ten years ago, you could have
swapped that for a packet of cigarettes.

Today, they're very sought after on the
international art market.

I mean, that's worth several thousand
pounds.

Did they give you any paperwork?

Yes.

There we are.

Yeah, pretty convincing.

They are.

Could you give me a description of the
man who sold this to you? No, I can't.

Because it was a woman.

Well?

Not wrong with a bit of armour's flair.

Might cheer you up a bit.

To be honest, Gina, nothing could be
further from my mind.

I've well and truly had my fingers
burned.

Nothing to stop you, though.

Forget it.

I've had enough of men.

He's different.

He's Italian.

Why shouldn't you have some fun?

No. He might be a bit of all right, but
in my experience, fun always leads to

trouble.

Have fun again, please, Gina.

You enjoying yourself?

Yeah. I was just telling Gina we haven't
had a break for ages.

She's lovely.

How old is she? She's nine.

I thought she was younger.

No, she's been poor. I think it's held
her back a bit.

Well, she looks perky enough now.

I know. Comes and goes.

And no -one can tell us what's wrong
with her.

Hey, Mrs.

Any chance of a drink?

Oh, what's that?

Looks like someone's brain.

Not brains, David.

The trouble.

Two berestivio.

Black gold in the fruit of the garden.

Oh, that's quite something that Alfred's
got. David!

Well, signore, because today I'm feeling
lucky, I can let you have one for a

good price.

All right, how much?

Five pounds.

Five pounds?

For what?

People who buy from me, they don't care
the price, my friend.

David, I've just had a thought. What?

Lord Ashfordly's gourmet banquet.

So, as a man who knows about truffles...

What do you say to three pounds?

No, and to you, English, you know
nothing of the finer things in life.

Arrivederla, signore.

Arrivedercio. I wouldn't worry about
him, Vernon.

It's just his Latin blood.

No time for a drink, David. We'll go in.

Where? The library.

Do we know anything else about these
icons?

Only what we knew already.

We were tipped off that a consignment of
stolen Russian icons was coming through

Berlin, then on a fishing boat to
Britain.

Captain Jorgen's boat was the only one
that matched the details of the

port, time and day.

The boat was being watched when it
entered Whitby Waters and nobody saw

out of the ordinary.

So this means they must have slipped
through the net.

What do we know about the captain?

Not much at the moment.

Walker, I'd like you to come with me to
have another little talk with Captain

Yorgan. Yes, ma 'am.

This is amazing, David.

My instinct was dead right.

The desirable summer truffle was found
not so many years ago over at Castle

Howard. Perfect.

Well, take them up, do you?

They're from the oaks, hazels and beech
trees.

Coppice wood at Woolly Edge. There's
hundreds of beech trees there.

Well, how do you know where to find
them?

Knowledge is strength, David.

We'll use the book.

Afternoon.

Any idea where the captain is?

What do you want this time?

We'd like to ask you a few more
questions, Captain Jorgen.

I'm busy.

We can always conduct this interview
down at the station.

And they use pigs.

Pig? To sniff them out. Only you haven't
got a pig. Only you've got three men

and a dog.

Exactly. Three men and a dog.

Who needs a pig, eh, Alfred, when we've
got a wonderful dog like you?

Ta.

Just wishing make you a good living,
Captain.

Is it enough?

What is it you want?

A stolen Russian icon was sold to an
antique shop in Ashfordly this morning.

We have reason to believe that it came
in on this boat.

You searched us when we docked.

I told you, we had nothing.

Is it possible anyone might have had
access to the boat without you knowing?

No.

But he's not a pig!

Oh, my Lord, he's not a... Pig,

dog, it's all the same.

Right, cramming.

The farmer would first let the pig smell
a rubber ball, and then he would hide

it in the root of a tree.

When the pig finds it, he would reward
him.

Then the same procedure is repeated with
a strong cheese.

And when the pig retrieves the cheese,
he then lets him smell a

truffle. Oh, well, that's it, isn't it?

The Italian.

Look, I have work to do.

Who owns the boat?

All right, who employed you?

A fish processing company in Helsinki.

You want to find the owner? Ask them.

Somebody.

Three pound.

All right, three pounds, six shillings.

When I sell for seven in the
restaurants.

Go on. Four pound then.

Five.

Oh, very well.

We've traced the owner of the fishing
boat, Sarge.

Ingmar Larson.

Excellent. Do we have anything on him?

Well, he sounds a nasty piece of work.

He's doing six years for GBH in Sefton,
Nick.

And he's got previous for smuggling.

Right, David.

Alfred. A checklist.

Rubber ball.

Oh.

Yeah.

Gorgonzola.

Yeah. I've got this Mr. Trixie now.

And some cream cakes as well.

I don't think he'll mind, but we might
get hungry later. Good, good.

And last but not least, that truffle.

We've traced the owner of your boat.

Seems he's a bit of a tough guy.

I told you I never met him.

So the name Ingmar Larson doesn't ring
any bells.

He's got form for smuggling.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think?

I don't have time for this. Captain, I
would strongly advise you to tell us

everything you know.

Well, we'll just have to pay Ingmar
Larson a visit. See what he has to say

the matter.

I'm sure he'll be very pleased to hear
how cooperative you're being.

Please, don't.

Larson paid me to bring in a
consignment, some crates, cigarettes.

Where are the crates now?

We were ambushed.

Two miles offshore.

Pirates? With me?

They had guns.

There was nothing I could do. They took
the crates and left.

How many of them were there?

There are four, five.

Can you describe them?

They're all masks.

And where were you supposed to deliver
the cigarettes?

Well, they were going to let me know
once I docked.

I think the bird is going to hide the
ball.

You go and find it, OK?

Come here. Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come on, Peachy.

Right,

David.

Find the ball.

Find the ball.

No,

don't. Good boy.

Good boy.

When the sun goes down, you can maybe
make it to the nearby.

We're not crazy, we're not dirty, we're
not mean. We love everybody, but we do

what we please. When the weather's fine,
we go fishing or go swimming in the

sea.

Find the cheese, we're always happy.

Life's for living, it's a sad
philosophy.

Sing along with us.

Right,

David.

The moment of truth.

I think he's lying, Sarge.

Oh, Sarge, we've had a call from Mr
Tyler at the Barnes.

He was phoning to let us know that he's
been offered an icon to buy. It was a

blonde woman, in her mid -thirties.

The exact same description as the woman
who sold the first icon.

The mysterious blonde.

Certainly looks that way.

According to Jorgen, he was paid to
bring in what he thought were contraband

cigarettes, only to be ambushed by armed
pirates.

Pirates?

That's what it sounds like.

Last time we had a boat hijacked in the
neck of the woods was back in the

fifties. I think he'd cover him for some
more.

Let's get back in there and see what he
knows about this woman.

Younger, you keep checking every antique
dealer. Make sure no more icons are

being traded.

Oh, Alfred.

My dog, the truffle snuffler. This is
just the beginning, David.

Vernon Scripps, supplier of Yorkshire's
finest truffles.

You know something about this woman,
Captain?

Why not give her the name?

Because I can't. Look, she's already
sold one icon and tried to sell another.

Icons which we believe were brought into
the country by you.

I've told you, I don't know what you're
talking about.

You're protecting her.

Why?

Ingmar Larsson employed you to bring in
the icons.

Only you messed up.

So now you're running scared, aren't
you?

We can always go to Larkin, ask him what
he knows about this woman.

He is a violent man.

I have a young family.

What happened?

A young woman...

hitched a ride with us from Helsinki.

Last night, a few miles out at sea, she
organised a party.

There was a lot of vodka.

And when we came round, she was gone.

So were the icons.

He's pretty worried.

He may have good reason to be.

There was a woman on board the boat.

I thought sailors didn't have women on
boats. Isn't it bad luck?

It was for Jürgen.

She got them drunk and somehow made off
with the icons.

What did he give her name?

No, she never told him. But from the
description, it's definitely our mystery

blonde. We'll pay Ingmar Larson a visit
in the morning. See if he can tell us

anything about this lady pirate.

All right, Jamie.

Come on.

Get a move on.

There's gold in them there woods.

Come on.

I am a little tin soldier that wants to
jump into your

fire.

So Ellie's feeling poorly again.

Yeah, she was sick in the night and
she's been complaining of stomach pains.

Can you show me where it hurts?

She's not eating anything out of the
ordinary.

No?

She does have a slight temperature.

Might be just a little infection.

I'd like Ellie to give me a urine
sample.

Would that be okay, Ellie?

Yes. Yeah, we don't mind doing that,
doing nothing.

Anything to help the doctor.

You look tired out yourself, you know.
No, I'm fine.

You just haven't been sleeping too well,
that's all.

Would you like me to give you something
to help you with that?

Oh, no, I got some pills from my doctor
before we came away.

I don't really like taking them, to tell
you the truth.

Besides, it's Ellie we need to worry
about, isn't it, love?

Darling.

I wish I bought those cream cakes.

Oh, stop moaning, David.

I told you to get some breakfast before
we came out.

He's found something.

So, it's my boat. Big deal.

Mr. Larson, you have a previous record
for smuggling.

And?

How could I plan anything locked up in
here?

Captain Jorgen claims they were ambushed
on their way to Whitney.

Ambushed? Who, by pirates?

He's been reading too many.

Boy's own comics.

However, I'm sure you'll be pleased to
hear the icons weren't locked at sea.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Two have turned up in Ashfordly.

Sold by a blonde woman in her thirties.

Any idea who she is, Mr. Lawson?

How should I know?

You cooperate.

Might work in your favor.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

We believe this woman was on board your
boat before she docked.

Now, she must have had an accomplice to
get the icons ashore.

Have you any idea who this might have
been?

Look, I don't know anything about any
icons, any blondes, or any

pirates.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time for
chapel.

You can do a test now, can you? It won't
take a moment.

Hey, don't worry, love. It'll be all
right.

I don't have any notes, so perhaps you
could tell me a little bit more about

illness. Well, there's been a stomach
pain.

Some days are worse than others.

We've had every death under the sun. No
-one can tell us what's causing it all.

It does look like there's some blood
here.

Occasionally happens in children.

The best thing to do is to give Ellie
lots to drink.

I'll send this off for tests.

Observe for over the next day or two,
and if the pain continues, bring her

straight back and we'll get her up to
the hospital.

Oh, if you're sure.

Thanks, Dr Trent.

Scratch, I've just had a call from Oscar
Blaketon. They've had a serious assault

outside the Aidensfield Arms.

Who is it?

It was one of the guests of the pub.
They've sent for the ambulance and the

doctor's on her way over.

Call Walker. Get him round there
quickly.

And let Blaketon know we're on our way.

Eight truffles. Must be an all -time
record.

Do you not have a good mind to tell that
charlatan how easy it was?

What do you reckon?

Eight pound each?

Eight.

I'll give you eight bob for one.

Why, this looks like shriveled -up
beetroot.

It's not how they look, David.

It's how they taste that counts.

Velvety and mushroomy, with a scent of
the forest floor.

Could almost inspire poetry.

Good time, have you?

Well, once or twice.

Now, David, I want you to experience
some of the finer things in life. Take a

little bit.

We're about to have a taste.

You'd pay a fortune for this in a
restaurant, you know.

Didn't I tell you?

Exquisite.

While I was about here, Mr and Mrs
Calder, they were walking towards the

park when this blue Volvo just pulls out
in front of them.

I thought they needed directions.

Will Daddy be all right?

Yes, look, don't you worry. Daddy will
be all right. Maybe you might like to

wait inside with Ellie, Mrs Calder.
Yeah, of course.

I'll come and get you when the ambulance
arrives.

Carry on, Austin.

Oh, well, it just happened so fast. This
bloke gets out of the car, hits Calder

with an iron bar, gets back in the car
and drives off. In which direction were

they heading? In a U -turn through the
village.

Can you describe him?

He's about 25.

Dark. Big fella.

Could have been a boxer.

Hello, Mr Calder.

I'm Sergeant Noakes, Ashfordly Police.

Any idea who might have done this to
you?

No.

Never seen him before.

Nothing was stolen?

No.

Look, I'll be fine. Please keep still,
Dr. Calder.

Well, it was a professional attack.

I'm sure about that.

The question is why.

Let's run a check on Barry Calder.

Find out if anyone's got a reason to
have it in for him.

If you need any more, don't hesitate to
contact me.

Vernon Scripps.

distributor of Yorkshire's finest
truffles.

These are better to hook to your sales
pitch, Mr Scripps, or your name will be

mud, like my words.

I think you will find that the truffle
is the staple ingredient on the European

aristocratic banqueting circuit.

Is that so?

And these are the freshest you'll get.
If your chef can't create something

sublime with that lot, I'll eat David's
hat.

I don't think that'll be necessary.

I also believe that Lord Ashfordly will
be so delighted with their exquisite

taste, he'll probably give you a bonus
for initiative.

Right, thank you for that.

Barry Calder, did time for breaking and
entering.

Julie was turned over and Calder was the
getaway driver.

Interesting. And guess which prison he
was last in.

Hefton.

Where he met Ingmar Larson.

They shared a cell.

David!

Are you up there? David!

There's somebody at the door.

Not you at all.

I've already sent David home. He's so
poorly and with young Rosemary away. I

need you, Vernon.

Vernon, can't you see I'm not well?

Well, I can't run the garage and do all
these taxi runs you've booked in.

Somebody's going to have to help me out.

Oh, look at you. Look at the pair of
you.

I told David it must be something you'd
eaten.

All we've had is... the truffles.

Quick, I'd better get those checked in
the book.

I've left the book on the desk in the
garage.

I knew this would end in tears.

Her name's Ellie Calder.

She's nine years old.

She's been in for investigations.

On and off for over a year.

What were the symptoms?

That doesn't make any... Look, Lee.

Thanks for getting back to me.

Got a headache, has he?

He could have been killed, Mr Larson.

Nothing to do with me.

Sounds like the fella.

You're sneeted reminding.

Who is the boss?

A crowbar to the head.

It's a pretty fierce reminder.

Looks like that inside. You betray
someone, you pay for it.

And Barry Calder betrayed you, did he?

No one double -crosses in my life.

He stole the icons from you, didn't he?

Did I say that?

Calder shared a cell with you. He knew
you were planning to bring in the icons.

Looks like him and his wife outsmarted
you. Thought they'd sell them on

themselves.

Well, if that were true, he would have
deserved everything he got, wouldn't he?

You might like to instruct a solicitor
regarding the likely smuggling charge.

Not to mention conspiracy to cause
actual bodily harm.

Be in touch.

I'm not going anywhere, am I?

Well, you can tell, Calder.

I can't wait to see him again.

Yeah, just round there.

Mr and Mrs Calder?

Have you found the man who attacked
Barry?

Not exactly, but we would like you both
to come down to the station.

Why?

Just a few routine questions.

But we've told you everything we know.

Diane's got nothing to do with this.

Nothing to do with what?

What are you talking about, Barry?

I really think it'd be better if we
discussed this down at the station. Here

go. Could be this.

Elephomyces granulatus.

But can you eat it?

No. Oh.

Did I not tell you you had to be an
expert?

Then you'd better go and get them back.

I've got a funeral to arrange.

Bernard, it'll be my funeral if you
don't get to move on.

They're not just going to give them to
me. Then you'll have to buy them back.

wallet's in my jacket.

Where am I going?

One to the Shires, one to Les Maisons,
and two to the Dales.

Oh, Bernard!

at least reunion dinner.

Bernard!

You know why you were attacked, don't
you?

What? And you know who sent them.

No idea.

Did the name Ingmar Larson mean anything
to you?

Why would it?

Come on, you're going to have to do
better than that, Barry.

We know you two share the cell.

So why would Ingmar Larson want to have
you hurt?

Because he's nuts, not because you
double -crossed him and me messed with

Larson. No. No way.

You see, we think you and your wife
stole one of his deliveries.

Some extremely valuable Russian icons.

My wife?

What's Diane got to do with this?

We have witnesses who saw her with the
icons.

Oh, I know you're clutching at straws.

You can't victimise my family just
because I have a record.

My wife's done nothing wrong, and I'd
appreciate it if you'd concentrate on

finding the man who tried to knock a
hole in my head.

I thought you brought me in to talk
about the attack on my husband. I think

know why he was attacked, don't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Oh, come on, Diane.

You came in on the boat from Helsinki.

Helsinki? I've never been abroad
anywhere.

You got the captain and his crew drunk
and you removed the icons.

Stop it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

We know Barry was involved and we've got
a description of the woman who sold the

stolen goods.

Blonde, in her mid -thirties.

Sounds pretty much like you.

Well, it wasn't me.

I swear.

Right, Mr Calder.

Since you and your wife are refusing to
assist us with our inquiries, we intend

to make a search of your room at the
Aidensfield Arms.

We could get warrants, but it would save
time if you gave us your permission.

You're wasting your time.

There's nothing to find.

Nevertheless... Oh, all right.

If it means I get out of this place,
let's get it over with.

Told you your mum would be back soon,
didn't I?

Thanks for looking after her, Gina. I
don't know what's going on up there. I

think the police must have made some
sort of mistake.

Where's Debbie?

Sorry.

That makes sense.

How else could they have intercepted the
trawler?

Where is the boat you hired?

I'm saying nothing.

And that doesn't prove anything.

We will find your boat, Mr Calder. And
it's only a matter of time before we

the rest of the icons.

Bellamy, stay with Mr Calder.

Let me know if he changes his mind about
talking to her.

Walker, come with me.

Perhaps Mrs. Calder will be a little
more forthcoming.

Have you been drinking?

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
to leave.

This has been a terrible mistake. I'm
sorry. I can't allow you to serve me.

Remove this man.

They're poisonous!

Where's the boat moored, Diane?

What boat? I don't know anything about a
boat.

Mrs Calder, I suggest you start telling
us the truth.

You still claim the blonde woman we're
looking for isn't you.

Well, if that's the case, who is she?

If you can't tell us that, Diane,
there's a very high chance you and your

husband will end up in the dock.

What'll happen to Ellie?

Both parents standing trial.

Why couldn't you just leave us alone?

Who?

They were having an affair.

Who, Barry and this woman?

Are they still seeing each other?

No.

It finished six months ago.

She was the one who got Barry sent down.

They robbed the jewellers.

Barry was the getaway driver.

I thought he was so stupid.

When he got caught, he wouldn't grasp on
her.

So he got sent down and she got off scot
-free.

What's her name?

Christine Norris.

Can you tell us how we might find her?

No.

But when you do, you'd better make sure
she gets put away this time.

Diane, Rob, quick.

Ellie's collapsed.

The ambulance is here.

Diane, are you sure she didn't have
access to any medication or tablets?

No, I told you.

Everything I've got I keep well out of
her reach.

She's going to be all right, isn't she?

Please say she'll be all right.

Let's get her to hospital.

I'll go with them. I'll keep you up to
date on the progress.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mr Caldo, I realise this is a very bad
time, but I'd like you to come with us

the patient.

How are you bearing up?

We should be getting the test results
back any minute.

They'll help us pinpoint what happened.

We know about the boat.

And Christine Norris.

Your wife told us.

It wasn't what you think.

We know you were working together. We
have witnesses who can testify. They saw

her selling the icons.

What? Oh, yes. She sold one. Tried to
sell a second.

What is it, Mr Calder?

It's nothing.

Mr Calder.

Don't you think it's time for some
straight talking?

She wasn't supposed to sell them.

Ah. I helped her get them off the
trawler.

We were waiting to take them to a buyer
in London and splitting the money 50

-50. She double -crossed you.

Ironic, isn't it?

No honour amongst thieves, eh? The only
reason I agreed to do it was so I could

pay for us all to go to Spain. I thought
the sunshine might help Ellie get

better.

They're going to help her now.

Back in prison, some father.

Mr Calder, if you cooperate with us,
take her to the boat.

I'll make sure it doesn't go unnoticed.

Well, I know you want to be around to
see Ellie grow up.

This is your only option.

I don't know where she's hidden the
icons.

I trusted her to stash them.

Stupid, eh?

But I do know how to find Christine.

Diane, I need to talk to you now.

Ellie's had an overdose.

Overdose?

Her blood test results show high levels
of nitrazepam.

I thought you said she couldn't have had
access to medication.

She couldn't have?

What's going to happen to her?

I need to see your bottle of sleeping
tablets.

Pardon? You told me you brought a new
bottle of pills with you. I'd like to

them. Oh, no.

Ellie couldn't have taken my pills
without me knowing they were in my bag.

Show me the bottle, please, Diane.

If you insist.

We'll make her an offer. That's too good
to refuse.

But we'll need your help, Mr Calder.

I'm not sure about this.

You want to let her get away with it?

Ellie growing up, you back in Fest and
Nick, and Christine out there living it

up. Just remember why you're doing it,
Mr Calder.

What do you want me to do?

Diane.

I think Ellie's been poisoned by an
overdose of your sleeping pills.

No.

Do you know how bad this looks?

If Ellie didn't take them herself...
What are you saying?

Did you give them to her?

I poisoned my own daughter. Are you mad?

All those hospital visits, the stomach
pains, the conflicting symptoms.

What's really been going on here, Diane?

I don't know.

We went to the hospital and we saw
doctors and no one understands.

Diane, stop it.

No, you stop it.

My little girl's poorly and you're
upsetting her.

It's all right, darling.

Mummy's here.

You could have killed her.

The police are going to have to know
about this.

I'm going to have to tell social
services.

I didn't mean to.

I made a mistake.

I gave her too much, that's all. I just
thought she'd be sick.

Why, Diane?

Why did you want to hurt her? I didn't.

Don't you see?

No, I don't see.

We were so happy.

Looking after Ellie, having treats,
making her feel better.

All those stomach pains.

Diane.

Diane.

I gave her laxatives.

It was her.

She'd come back.

Who'd come back? Christine.

She tried to take Barry away from me.

And now he's going to prison.

And I can't be on my own again.

He needs to stay with us.

We're a family.

This woman was having an affair with
your husband.

He said it was over.

But she wouldn't leave him alone.

She wouldn't let go.

I was so scared.

You hurt Ellie so Barry wouldn't leave
you.

How many of these did you give her
tonight?

Three? No, four.

I crushed them into a juice.

How long has this been going on for?

I don't know.

Do you know how it started?

Yes.

She was really ill, with food poisoning.

And he'd make such a fuss of us all,
planning treats.

I just want my perfect family back.

I know we said that, Christine.

No, but this is the big one.

He wants the lot, and he'll even pay
twice the going rate for it.

If we do this, we're rich.

Okay.

I'll meet you on the boat with the
icons.

9 .30.

Don't let me down.

Good.

Now, let's get Crispin Jones up here as
quickly as possible.

Right, right.

Good man to bring the dogs home.

He would have been to him, Alfred.

If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't be in
this mess.

Alfred doesn't know the difference
between a good and a bad truffle.

Well, it's about time he did.

Who do the gods indeed?

Now, most of the...

Experts and icons.

They're either Russian or they're Greek.

The secret is just look moody.

Pretty convincing.

I'll faintress. I should leave answer to
the third man.

When it comes to the surface of the icon
itself, look at the picture of it. Now,

a 19th century copy, this would be much
brighter, the painting.

and the glaze here would be much
lighter.

Now, this is obviously 15th or 16th
century.

Look at the colours much darker and the
glaze much heavier. See how it's cracked

across there.

Right, Alf, you ready?

As ever I will be.

Barry, you ready?

Right, take up your positions.

I wasn't going to take them. You know
that, don't you?

Miss? Norris.

Christine Norris.

So, you have the money?

You have the goods.

The money for?

I'm sorry, not until I see which I'm
buying.

Oh, good glaze.

It's the signature of the Novigrad
School.

The 16th century, I believe.

Over 30 of them.

Worth about 50 grand in London.

The money?

Very good.

I think we've got a deal.

Oh, no, you don't.

You can do me over, dear.

Well, it might turn this time.
Christine, I'm arresting you for

goods. You're not obliged to say
anything about anything you say. Maybe

to the right and then give me an
evidence.

Very cold, huh?

A cup of patsy? Yeah, and you know what?

I should have done it years ago.

Thank you, Mr. Cawdor.

Yeah, well, maybe one day Ellie will
realise I wasn't all bad.

I hope so far, I think.

Meanwhile, I'm sure you'll want to spend
as much time with her as possible

before the case comes to trial.

Shall we get you back to the hospital?

How can a mum do that to a daughter?

Desperation. For all those injections
and tests.

Or for nothing. I know.

The juice she carried round for Ellie.
Full of laxatives.

No.

And the blood in Ellie's urine with
Diane's.

What? She must have pricked her finger
and dropped a couple of drops into the

sample.

Colder had no idea, apparently.

Poor Ellie.

What'll happen to her now?

A foster family, I suppose.

Until they decide Diane's ready to have
her back.

That's the worst thing. She was doing
all this to keep her family together.

Just a tonic water, please, Oscar.

You don't look so clever, Vernon. You
all right?

Not really, Gina, no.

That bloomin' Italian.

Since he arrived, David and I have been
very ill.

Giovanni? Poor fella.

He'd have to go back to Italy in a
hurry.

Said you'd undermined his reputation
with your scaremongering about poisonous

truffles. Scaremongering? Well, he might
well have been right, Vernon.

I don't think it was the truffles that
made you ill.

What are you talking about, Bernard?

I'm talking about a bag of cream cakes
that went missing after David's visit

yesterday.

We're about to chuck them. They've been
hanging around for days.

Cream cakes.

Do you mean the cream cakes were off?

What's a city sergeant like me doing out
here in the sticks?

Well, I'll tell you why I'm here.

It's to bring you up to scratch.

Yes, Sergeant.

We're not going up there.

Because of your reluctance, PC Walker
was seriously hurt.