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RAIN PATTERS

Ting, ting, ting!

Congratulations, everyone.

18 months of hard work. Isn't that right, Brendan?

You don't need me for anything else, do you?

All work and no play, that one!

But we have got there.

The Astleigh family collection all under one roof,

just as it should be.

Your very good health!

So exciting! Now, you two are going to be there

at the grand opening on Friday, aren't you?

I mean, we couldn't have done it without you.

Restoring my family portraits.

Much appreciated, sir. Isn't it, Dunstan? Jolly good!

We're absolutely thrilled, aren't we, darling?

Oh, and, everyone, a big thank you to Francis Crozier here,

from the National Gallery,

who brought the fourth and fifth Earls here to complete the set.

And apparently, he's also going to give us

a bit of a presentation.

Let's just say I shall be sharing

something quite... explosive.

So what do you think of this thing? Oh, it's fabulous, isn't it?

You see, they've done something very clever, haven't they?

With the daylight coming through...

Uh, Helena.

I just wondered if you'd given any more thought to my offer.

Yes, of course. It's very tempting.

Well, perhaps we can discuss it... later.

Why don't you pop by the coach house?

Francis?

Could I possibly have a word with you in my study?

Now.

If I must.

RAIN CONTINUES

DOG BARKS

FOOTSTEPS ON GRAVEL

What are you doing here?

DISTANT SIRENS WAIL

DOG BARKS

English breakfast? Oh, wonderful.

It's hot, careful. I like this.

It's my mum, painted by my dad.

He gave it to me just before he disappeared.

First dates, eh?

Uh, was the, um,

the sofa bed all right?

Fine.

You should have let me stay on it. Yes, I should.

PHONE RINGS, PHONE BUZZES

I should... Yeah, I need to, um...

Right.

Oh... Hello?

Rosa, we should do...

FRONT DOOR CLOSES DI Palmer? Yes.

Is that him? That is DI Palmer.

He makes up the entire workforce of the Heritage Crime Unit.

God help us!

Hmm. What?

Not having him and his ridiculous painting squad show up my force.

Stick to him. Tell me what he's up to.

What, spy on him, sir?

Don't be so dramatic, Malik. Just keep me posted.

Amazing house!

This is the perfect example of a Victorian Italianate palazzo.

It's like a doll's house on steroids.

Yeah. I'm DI Hollis.

Welcome to Yorkshire.

God's own country. Mick Palmer.

Sorry about taking the case from under you,

but, um, delicate situation with the National Gallery.

No, no, it's, uh, it's no problem.

I, uh, I'm sure you Londoners

can teach us country folk a thing or two.

We're here to offer every assistance,

including one of my finest constables, PC Shazia Malik.

Looking forward to working with you, sir.

Pleasure to meet you, PC Malik.

Right. Well, that's your team.

Anything else I can help you with? Uh... No?

...I was just wondering... Good. Oh.

Right, so, where shall we start?

Crime scene, sir. Great shout. Shall we?

Can I take your bag? Yeah, sure.

So, what, you investigate paintings, then?

All sorts, really. Art theft, illegal trafficking,

forgery, fraud.

And murder. Yes.

The victim is Francis Crozier,

who was attached to the National Gallery.

What else do we know? He was staying in the coach house,

overseeing the loan of two new paintings in the gallery. Yes,

the fourth and the fifth Earls, 18th century,

artist unattributed. Right.

His body was discovered here this morning

by the owner of the house, Lord Astleigh, Earl of Halsbury.

Is that it? Anything else to add?

Those are the established facts.

Facts are good,

but interpretation is more important.

So take, for example, your boss, Hollis.

He said he wanted to help. Fact.

But my interpretation is that he's a bit of a dick

and he wanted to send me packing back to London. Am I close?

Bang-on, sir. Huh.

Shall we? Mm.

SHUTTER CLICKS One from this side, I think...

DI Palmer? Yes. Dr Naoko Yoshida.

The victim was found at ten past seven this morning

by Lord Astleigh,

formally identified

as Francis Crozier, 43 years old.

Rigor mortis was still present,

so I'd estimate time of death

between 12 and 18 hours.

Cause of death? A traumatic

brain injury, caused by a series of blows to the side of the head.

A curvilinear laceration,

most likely caused by a hammer.

Premeditated. I don't see many hammers lying around.

Um, any sign of the murder weapon yet?

Still searching, sir. Nothing yet.

It's wine... and blood.

I see we're missing a laptop.

Any sign of a mobile? Sorry.

Victim had no defensive injuries.

No bruises or scratches

on the arms or hands.

So Crozier knew his attacker.

SHUTTER CLICKS

OK. Could you let me know when you're done?

Um, thanks.

Why did we leave? I need a clear view.

It's impossible with all that... banging about.

It could be a robbery, but, then, his wallet was right there on the desk.

Yeah. Get me his phone records.

Everyone's a critic.

What do you reckon? Local kids?

It's hardly Banksy.

Look at the size of it.

Don't know if I should go in through the front door

or find the gift shop.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

My name is Detective Inspector Palmer,

from the Heritage Crime Unit.

The heritage what? Heritage Crime.

This is PC Malik.

Where are the proper police?

And you are? Brendan Kennedy. Estate manager.

A proper one, presumably? Huh!

I'm asking that nobody leave the house without permission,

and I will need you to make a statement.

Well, you're not suggesting it's one of us, are you?

I'm just trying to get a sense of events.

How well did you know Mr Crozier? Not very well at all.

He'd only been here a few days. A week, perhaps.

Had he been here a week, Helena?

Sorry, this is Helena McGuigan, my assistant.

He was writing a guide to the gallery,

plus the information panels on the wall.

Did he know anyone else from around here?

Not that I'm aware.

Look, I-I think we're all a bit shaken, Inspector,

but I'm sure I speak for everyone

when I say that we owe it to Mr Crozier to push ahead with

the grand opening of the exhibition... Seriously?! Well, yes.

I have done a great deal of work to get us this far. I wonder if

we could start with the CCTV?

Oh, uh, yes, of course. Helena, could you, um...

Could you expedite? Yes. Happy to.

Techie stuff isn't really my forte, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you have other strengths.

OK.

So, this is the system.

Does this cover the coach house?

No, only the main house and the drive.

There's no recording of last night.

Someone's disconnected the camera feed.

They didn't want to be seen heading over there.

Who has access to the system? Anyone in the house, really.

But there was nobody else here last night? Um,

the restorers stayed for a drink,

but they left straight after. But they wouldn't have had

access to this. No. Absolutely not.

Can you think of anyone who had anything against Crozier?

Well, I mean, um...

...I did hear Francis, Mr Crozier,

and Lord Astleigh having a row in the study.

Over what?

I'm not sure, but Lord Astleigh sounded very upset.

Hmm.

It was a minor disagreement over the interpretation

of one of the pictures, that's all.

Where were you last night? Ah, well, um,

I'd had a glass of wine too many. I took myself off to bed,

popped a sleeping pill and was out for the count.

So you found the body?

Yes. Yes. That's right. Horribly shocking.

At seven in the morning, that's an early start.

Uh, yes.

I popped in while I was out walking the dog. What happened here?

Oh, that, um,

kids, uh, graffitied the statue on the lawn,

broke a window and, uh, vandalised one of the portraits

with a... with a paint gun.

The restorers came to pick it up. It's going to be fine, apparently.

Is it an important piece of work?

Important?

It's the first Earl, Percy Astleigh.

He made the family fortune.

Member of Parliament. Major philanthropist.

Patron of the arts.

A bit of a hero of mine, actually. Did you report it?

Well, no. Uh, I was going to. But you didn't want

the National Gallery to take their two pictures back.

It has taken an enormous amount of effort

to get this collection together. I really wanted to show it

to the world on Friday's grand opening.

I won't be able to return any of that either.

Not that Arabella will mind. She has

very expensive tastes, that girl! Huh!

If there's nothing else, Inspector?

I think we're good. Thank you.

Thank you.

She looks well miserable.

She's got a face like a wet weekend.

Women at Table.

Could have spent five more minutes on the title.

Should have spent five more minutes painting it.

School of Vermeer. Yeah.

Johannes Vermeer, 17th century, Dutch.

Girl With a Pearl Earring?

Exactly. Mm.

He would have done the hands and the face,

and his students would have done the rest. Sounds like a bit of a scam.

"Although unattributed,

"the work demonstrates for me

"his characteristic use of light

"and his ability to create an intimate sense of mood."

Crozier wrote that? Mm.

It's nonsense. Look at it.

It's leaden, it's flat.

It's... The composition's all wonky.

There's... There's no signature.

It's just wrong.

So it's not worth anything, then?

Well, a real Vermeer would be worth millions,

and School of, thousands, but this is...

This is a dud.

Soco's finished at the crime scene, sir.

Any sign of the murder weapon? No, sir.

Looks like a phone number. Bank account?

I don't think so.

Takeaway.

All right.

20... Saag aloo. Yeah.

54... Peshwari naan. Mm-hm.

37... Chicken korma.

What is the point of a korma?

16?

8.50. 12.50.

£16. Uh-huh. It's pretty decent, actually. Not bad.

Hello!

I thought there was something written on the one in the bag.

"Triumph equals desire."

Does that mean anything to you? No. No.

So Crozier had company last night. Mm.

And whoever it was took more than his laptop and his phone.

There was some paper on the table.

I know exactly who it was.

Lipstick on the wine glass.

Cadmium red.

Francis Bacon's trademark.

He said he could get me a job at the National Gallery.

Said he could pull some strings for me.

He tried to kiss me.

I managed to push him away and told him I wasn't interested.

Well, last night, someone smashed Crozier over the head with a hammer,

and you lied about being with him. SHE SOBS

Doesn't look good, does it?

Don't blame yourself

for Crozier's behaviour.

I don't.

Crozier's laptop is missing.

Did you see it when you were there?

Yeah, he was working when I arrived.

Creep!

He wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me.

Hugh didn't even like him.

Do the words "triumph and desire" mean anything to you?

I don't think so.

How long does the house hold on to the CCTV recordings?

Seven days. Why?

I'd like to review the footage from the night

the painting was vandalised.

OK.

The camera's not great, but you can see the gallery window.

Is there any more footage? Yeah. Just one.

So why use a paint ball,

and why shoot that painting?

There's a paintball centre just down the road.

Let's pay them a visit. PHONE RINGS

You'd better get that. Yeah.

I'll, um, wait in the car. OK.

Shit!

Malik, got an update for me?

It's like Downton Abbey here, boss.

How's Palmer doing?

He's a bit random.

He keeps going on about the paintings and that.

Any leads?

So Lord Astleigh had a big row

with Crozier the night he died. He'd be my bet.

Right, well, keep me in the loop.

I want to be the one who makes the arrest.

Remember who you work for.

Never in doubt, boss.

Help you? Maybe.

PC Malik, East Yorkshire Police.

DI Palmer. Just inquiring about an incident at Astleigh Estate.

I heard. A murder in Halsbury,

nasty for Bella. Bella...?

Bella Hartley. Lady Arabella now.

She used to work here, then she hooked up with Astleigh.

That's the last we heard from her. Still, that's her business.

What can I do you for? Do you ever have

any equipment go missing?

Don't think so. I mean,

it's not Fort Knox. We'll need a list of members.

There are no members. We've got some regulars,

but anyone can book a session.

Well, get me a list of bookings, then.

I'll see what I can find.

Look who loves his paintball.

Our proper estate manager.

How far back do you want?

Come on. Oh, right.

PAINTBALL GUNS FIRING IN BACKGROUND

DIAL TONE Hello?

It's Derek. What? I've just had the police here.

DOOR CLICKS SHUT

PAGE TEARS

DOORS SLAM

GATE CREAKS

Front door's open.

Check the window.

KNOCKING

Mr Kennedy?

DOOR CREAKS

DOOR CREAKS

DOOR CREAKS

DOOR CLATTERS

GROANING

Malik!

Mr Kennedy!

Get off me! Come in quietly!

What were you thinking?

That you'd jump to conclusions.

Why would we do that?

Because of your conviction for assault?

It was just a bunch of lads letting off a bit of steam.

Why did you vandalise Lord Astleigh's painting? What?

What are you talking about?

It was damaged with a paintball gun.

You're a paint-baller, aren't you?

You got a problem with Lord Astleigh?

Well, he's my boss.

So, are you stealing champagne from your boss,

or are you sleeping with his wife?

Bravo, Constable.

Yeah, I do occasionally see Brendan,

because it's better than hanging around here, bored out of my mind.

And you knew Brendan from the paintball centre?

Him and his mates, running round like they're on Call of Duty.

Do you think he'd shoot one of the paintings in the gallery?

He's not stupid.

Well, not that stupid.

And the CCTV, that was you as well, wasn't it? Bravo, Sherlock.

I usually reconnect it in the morning, so no-one's any the wiser.

So, had Crozier discovered what was happening between you?

Was he blackmailing you?

I'm pretty sure Crozier had no interest in me or my activities.

He looked down on us. Bloke in the paintball centre

said the same thing about you. You've not spoken to them

since you got the keys to this castle. The keys to this decrepit,

debt-ridden castle, what a prize!

I apologise for my colleague's directness.

What we're trying to pinpoint

is what Crozier was working on before his death.

All Crozier wanted was to hide away in the archives.

At least we didn't have to sit through his lecture

and his explosive announcement.

What announcement was that?

I don't know.

I suspect he found something in t'ledgers.

Do you know if it included the phrase "triumph equals desire"?

God knows! Crozier barely said two words to me.

Which beats Hugh banging on about his family history.

So, unless you intend to arrest me for cheating on him,

I've got better things to do.

And they all lived happily ever after!

Crozier had found something in these archives,

and the answer is in one of these books, or ledgers.

Good luck finding which one!

Yeah.

HE SNIFFS

Um...

HE SNIFFS

HE SNIFFS

Um...

Sir?

HE SNIFFS

Bingo!

Chicken korma.

He found something in here that he was excited about,

something that might be worth silencing him for.

And something connects Crozier with the damaged painting.

A lot of somethings. Have a smell.

Uh... Hmm.

Title page has been ripped out.

Have you had Crozier's phone records yet?

Ah, the mobile company are dragging their heels. Well, then,

give them a kick. OK, sir.

Right, let's call it a day.

Good work today, Malik.

Must be hard, with Hollis on your back.

Could I get a lift to the hotel?

Got some bedtime reading to do.

LIQUID POURS

Then he's talking about lipstick colours

and The Girl With The Pearl Earring. What, the film? Um...

What's that got to do with anything? Search me, Boss.

Five minutes later, he's sniffing some old book,

and he's obsessing about this vandalised painting

when we're trying to solve the murder. You've heard the rumour

about him and his dad? No. Ah, Palmer.

Just talking about you.

Made any arrests yet? Early days.

So, what's the plan?

I want to speak to the restorer,

the person who is fixing the damaged painting. You do realise

this is a homicide investigation, Palmer?

Yes, I think they're connected.

Uh, and then, of course, there's the note.

"Triumph equals desire."

Yeah, of course.

Well, I'm glad you know what you're doing.

Good.

DOORS SLAM

KNOCKING

PC Malik and DI Palmer.

Sorry for the interruption. That's no trouble.

Tea? Love one.

Dunstan, put the kettle on. There's a good lad.

Oof...

Colourful.

Derain.

One of the Wild Beasts.

20th century. Les Fauves.

Matisse and his mates.

That... That's by one of the greats, that is.

An original Dunstan Fisher.

Dad... All right, son.

Parents are allowed to be proud of their kid, aren't they?

Not in my experience.

He got a place at art school.

We didn't see the point, did we, Dunst?

Because you can't teach talent.

Besides, we wanted to concentrate on building up

the family business.

Not much work around.

Back in the '90s, we had four people working here full-time.

You're here about the murder?

I'd like to inspect the vandalised painting.

Well, the damage was very localised,

so the repairs have been

pretty straightforward. May I? Yeah. Go ahead.

"Triumph".

This must be what Crozier was talking about. Uh-huh.

The ship's bow has been over-painted.

I need to see what's underneath that paint.

Phone records have come through.

Text messages from the night of the murder.

All from Lord Astleigh.

And? Not very friendly.

"We need to talk.

"I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

"I'll make sure you regret this."

Anything that shows what they're rowing about?

Uh, no. Nothing specific.

Crozier must have found something in here.

This lists the inventories of everything from Astleigh's

shipping warehouses. Mm.

Ships going backwards and forwards from the Caribbean.

I mean, listen to this.

"March 3rd, 1772. Bristol docks, cargo.

"Sacks of coffee, bales of tobacco, spices, tortoises."

Tortoises? They'd stack them upside-down, like bowls. Oh.

Apparently, it was delicious. You're joking? Afraid not. Ugh.

There's pages and pages of this stuff,

but I can't see anything that would get someone killed.

Right, that's all done.

That what you were expecting?

"Triumph equals desire."

Lord Astleigh's little secret.

Nice work.

Boss?

I think Palmer's about to make an arrest.

Ah! The first Earl.

All cleaned up and restored. Good as new.

The artist wasn't much of a portrait painter,

but he knew his ships.

You recognise it?

Well, it's just a merchant ship, isn't it? It's a Guineaman.

They were called that because they travelled

to the West Indies, down the Guinea coast,

from West Africa. It's a slave ship.

Specifically, The Desire.

Somebody tried to cover that up a century ago

because it was toxic, even then, but I reckon you already knew that,

didn't you? My ancestors did trade all over the world.

Slave trading was very lucrative.

They were different times.

Everyone was doing it. Please!

Made a packet, old Percy, didn't he?

Built the family fortune.

Bought the land you still own.

These are the shipping records.

You tore out the first page, but you should have torn out the back.

The Desire blew up in 1789

and it was recorded as an accident, but it wasn't, was it?

It was deliberate. But worse than that,

it was carrying 580 enslaved Africans on board.

They weren't listed as people.

They were classed as property.

So in insurance terms,

they were worth more dead than they were alive.

Crozier's explosive revelation.

Not great for PR, is it?

Was Crozier blackmailing you?

No. No, of course not.

There were some papers taken from his desk.

Was that you? DOOR SLAMS

Thank you, Palmer. I'll take it from here.

This is now an East Yorkshire case.

What's going on? Lord Astleigh,

I am arresting you for the murder of Francis Crozier.

Now, look here... You can't do that! If you can come with us, sir?

Read him his rights, Hawthorne. This is a disgrace!

Arabella, call the solicitors.

Get them to come down to the police station, as fast as you can.

And get some money out of the safe immediately. I might need bail.

Sorry, Palmer. Early bird and all that. Be my guest.

Well, you can go back to your, uh, your museum,

or whatever you call it.

Malik, with me.

They think Hugh did it?

I... I can't believe that.

Well, it doesn't make sense, does it?

It doesn't explain the vandalism.

Why would somebody shoot a painting?

You don't think it was Astleigh, do you?

Don't I?

Hollis seems to think so.

OK, yeah, that did come from me.

Not my finest moment.

Don't worry.

I get it.

It isn't him, is it?

I tried to tell Hollis, but he wasn't interested.

Go on. So Astleigh took the notes from Crozier's desk,

but the paper had dried and stuck to the table,

which means he took it in the morning, when he found the body.

The murderer would have taken it there and then. Exactly.

Good work, Malik. Really.

And Astleigh definitely didn't shoot the painting, so... who did?

And how did Crozier manage to spot the renamed slave ship...

...but not see how bad that was?

"Vermeer's characteristic use of light."

It's like he's talking about a different painting.

HE SNIFFS

Not korma again?

Malik...

...let's go.

KNOCKING Oh.

Hello, officers. How can I help?

When did you realise what it was?

What? That it was worth millions?

What was? The Vermeer.

What, at the gallery?

That's a copy.

Easy for someone of Dunstan's skill, though, right?

Oh... I don't know what you're talking about. I think you noticed

when you were restoring the painting for the gallery.

You saw the little tear that was on the canvas,

and then you realised that it was

one half of an entirely different painting.

The other half of this.

That's why the composition's all wonky,

and why there's no signature.

And then you got lucky.

A few weeks later, that Vermeer came up for auction,

and you knew it was the other half of Astleigh's painting.

What a moment that must have been,

to know that you had been holding a genuine Vermeer,

and all you had to do was reunite the two halves,

and what would it be worth?

Millions.

You just needed to make a copy

and get it into the gallery

before it opened.

It was the smell that was the giveaway.

It's very hard to fake the whiff of 300-year-old varnish.

Oh, come on!

Dunstan wouldn't do a thing like that. In order to do the swap,

you needed a reason to get back into the gallery.

So why not restore a painting? I mean, that's what you do.

And one that was damaged

with a paint ball.

DULL BLAST

GLASS SMASHES

You chose one of Astleigh's worthless old paintings...

DULL BLAST

...and when you went to collect it,

you did the switch.

Where's the Vermeer?

Where's the real Vermeer? Is it up in the loft, away from your dad?

Dunstan, stop it! Put that down!

No, why should Lord Astleigh get to have it?

It's wasted on him. Or Crozier. Is that what you killed him with?

What are you doing here?

Oh, my God! He found out about it.

He was so pleased with himself.

It was his big surprise. No. No, it wasn't.

He had discovered that the family had a history

of slave trading. That was his big announcement.

You'd have seen that if you'd looked on the laptop,

but I...I suppose you just got rid of it, right? No, you're lying.

You're lying. I'm not.

You killed him for nothing.

Dunstan, what have you done?

What have I done?

I've wasted my life.

I... I tried to do the right thing, but this...

Look at us.

Stuck here, scraping a living. Waiting for crumbs.

I thought this was what you wanted. I wanted more than this!

I didn't want to end up like...

Like me?

YELLING

Dunstan Fisher, I'm arresting you

for the murder of Francis Crozier.

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defence if you do not say something

when questioned which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

Lord Astleigh has been released without charge,

which begs the question, why did YOU let me arrest him?

It was a fast-moving situation, sir.

Withheld information pertinent to an arrest.

I tried to tell you. It's just, well...

DI Palmer, he listened to me. You have some nerve, Malik.

From tomorrow morning, you're on traffic duty!

Actually, sir,

DI Palmer's requested I join his department.

And so, six weeks later,

Woman at Table becomes

Woman in National Gallery.

Look at that. Pride of place.

Love it. Characteristic use of light.

Indeed. So, for the piece de resistance,

look at this. There.

Together, at last.

They look almost as unhappy as the Astleighs.

HE LAUGHS

FEMALE VOICE IN BACKGROUND

Right, got to go.

Lots to sort before the big move,

mainly stopping my parents coming with me.

All right. Well, see you in a month.

The Heritage Crime Unit is expanding.

And Hollis is fuming!

Really looking forward to it, boss.

See ya. See ya.

Hello, son.

DOG WHIMPERS