[dramatic music]
[crickets chirping]
[chair squeaks]
[glass breaks]
[gentle music]
[man speaking French]
-[bowl strikes] -[man moans]
[body thuds]
[gentle dramatic music]
♪ Do you remember the first time ♪
♪ That my eyes set on you
♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪
♪ For sometime never or sometime soon ♪
♪ The road is a long one
♪ I was only passing through
[speaking French]
[phone ringing tone]
So, it's just a French version of a car boot sale, then.
Oh, no, no, no, no, it's not just a car boot sale.
Big event in the Saint Victoire calendar.
Only happens every couple of months.
Called Vide Grenier.
Translates as empty attics, yeah.
Is that because everybody empties their attics?
Yeah. Oh, you're proper funny in here.
[laughs]
Oh, no.
That that was the first thing that Rory ever bought online.
Swore blind it was a Meissen. I should have known.
Was it fake?
Well, he said...
it looked bigger in the picture.
Yeah, yeah, we've all done that, though, haven't we?
So, he wasn't great with antiques then?
Rory?
God, no.
Oh, you wouldn't know it, though.
We met at this antiques fair
and he came across so confident and knowledgeable.
I just got swept along with it really.
So when did you find out that, well,
he weren't very good?
I think it's when we put the businesses together.
Well, he described it as a merger,
but thinking back, we didn't really have anything to merge.
Why did you?
Oh, I know, I know. I'm an idiot.
I was smitten by then and well,
I got really good at covering up his mistakes.
I should have known, stupid.
So, you had any interest in the cottage?
Yes, yes, Barbara's got two viewings this week,
so if I make a fortune at your Vide Grenier,
I'll be flying on business class.
-Brilliant. -Oh, that reminds me.
I need to ring Barbara. Oh.
[Caron] Albert Gilbert. Local art dealer.
Critical. Lucky to be alive at all.
[Jean] What happened?
He was hit on the back of the head
with a blunt object.
Ooh, that's awful.
How can I help?
He kept a very detailed record of his collection
for insurance purposes I presume.
There appears to be only one painting stolen.
I have marked the page.
This is amazing.
[Caron] That's the one.
Hilma Af Klint.
Who?
She was the first abstract artist.
I mean, long before the big boys came along.
I could do that with me eyes closed.
Yeah, she did.
Eh?
She specialized in automatic drawing,
believed you could attain divine wisdom
through spiritual intuition.
She used seances and worked
with a group called the Five, channeling spirits
and writing down their messages blindfolded.
A bit weird.
This is Prime Audio Chaos Number 16.
This is a from a group of 26.
I saw her exhibition at the Guggenheim.
Spent all day there.
Is it valuable?
Oh, it's so rare, it's red hot.
I'd love to know how Al...
Albert Gilbert.
Albert Gilbert, I'd love to know how he got it.
Thank you.
I will keep you informed of any further developments.
Not at all.
Oh, so she predates Kandinsky then?
Do you know who Kadinsky is?
No idea.
I thought it was a gymnast.
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
[phone dings]
That Af Klint woman sounds like a right loon.
What?
Well, magic, seances, covens.
It's just a painting, innit?
Looks nice, you hang it on the wall, simple.
Eh. Well, not to me.
Art is, art is everything.
Everything.
Okay.
When I was 10,
went on a school trip to Darby, you know the sort.
You pack lunch before you go out the school drive
and somebody's sick on the backseat.
Normal school trip, but that day,
that day changed my life.
We went to the Joseph Wright Gallery
and I walked in and I couldn't take me eyes
off this one painting and it was called,
"Bird in an Air Pump",
and it was of an experiment to see how long
this poor bird could survive when he took
his air slowly away.
Lovely.
Well, I sat there and I stared at it all day.
He'd painted light, actually shining light bounced
off the canvas.
I couldn't get over it.
They had to drag me back on the couch.
And ever since then, every beautiful piece of art
that I see gives me exactly the same feeling.
So, no, Dom, it's not just a painting.
Well, not to me.
Sorry, I didn't mean to...
Oh, no, no, no.
Oh, and Af Klint, she was just trying
to figure out if there was some sort
of world beyond the physical, that's all.
-What? -You know, a bit like you,
staring at the stars all the time.
[gentle music]
[door opens]
Hey, what's going on here?
You gave us an idea.
Me and Xav are gonna get a stall
at the Vide Grenier, as well.
Oh, that's very productive of you.
Well, we wanted tickets for a gig,
so I thought I'd have a clear out.
Oh, who are you gonna see?
-Billie Eilish. -You won't have heard of her.
Ah, brilliant.
No, I love her, can I come?
-Yes. -No.
-[Dom] Why not? -'Cause you're my dad.
Hey, I'll have you know I was the first lad
in our school to get a booking at.
And that was before the Inspires released "Dong Four".
Dad, I haven't understood a single word that you said.
Erm, he's speaking early 90s monk union.
It's a very rare dialect.
No, I'm a bit rusty, but translated,
I think he means he's still down with the kids.
Word.
[Claudie] Yeah, well, not these kids.
I'm not going to a Billie Eilish concert with my dad.
I don't mind, Dom.
He could drive us home.
-[speaking French] -Don't panic.
I wouldn't dream of cramping your style.
Listen, we're going to the pub,
so can your ancient decrepit embarrassing old dad
at least buy you a drink?
-You're not that old. -Oh, thanks, I think.
We may pop along when we're finished.
So?
[Dom] All right, okay, I'll see you later.
[Jean laughs]
Aw, I don't believe it.
What?
[gasps] Look at what we have here.
It's Baby Spice Bunny.
She's not looking very well,
are you, Baby Spice Bunny?
You be nice.
You're the reason she only has one eye.
Oh, not this again.
You deliberately ran over her face on your bike.
Sixteen years and yet we'll still not let it drop?
It is a bunny.
Aw, you remember what we said back then.
If we hadn't met anyone by the time we were 25,
we would get married
and Baby Spice Bunny would be our bridesmaid.
-I remember. -I'm totally holding you to it.
Do you see me running away?
Love you, Xav.
[gentle guitar music]
[banging]
[door buzzes]
You, madame, are a thief.
You assured me that this was an original.
But it is a fake.
Now I demand my 5,000 euros be returned
or I'm going straight to the police.
[speaking French]
[in English] You are wrong, monsieur.
I sourced this painting from a reputable dealer.
My money.
Please accept our apologies, sir.
We were sure that this was an original.
What are you doing?
I still think the police should know about this.
Please, sir, I beg you.
Our reputation is our business.
You have your money now.
[dramatic music]
[knock on door]
Yeah, just a minute.
[knocking again]
I'll be right there.
[knocking continues]
I'm coming, I'm coming. I'm coming.
Oh, hello, Barbara.
Good morning, Jean, sorry to bob around like this.
But I'm getting a lot of inquiries about the cottage.
But they all keep saying the same thing.
Oh, what's that?
Your house is messy.
You just can't see the wood for the trees in the photos.
What?
Sorry for being so blunt, darling,
but you did ask me to sell your house for you
-and sell it I will. -Right.
So we need to declutter,
so we can see the lines of the house,
so we can hear its voice.
I-Its voice?
Such a shame not to do it the justice it deserves,
so the company have bought you this.
Make it look less like a jumble sale.
Looks better already.
It's very nice.
Great, well, I'll come back tomorrow and take the photos.
Can you put the duster around?
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Oh, good, I haven't sold a house this dirty before.
Obviously, I'll call first,
but just in case you're not in,
any chance of spare key?
Uh, yes, yes, there you go.
Well, I'm sure when you've sorted all this,
you'll get loads of viewings.
This could be a very desirable property, Jean.
[phone ringing]
I'll leave you to, uh...
[door opens, closes]
Hello, Charlie.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, give me an hour, okay.
[Charlie] Thank you so much for coming over.
I'm in desperate need of an expert. I--
[Simone scoffs]
-Oh, Rozanova? -Hmm.
[Jean] Hmm.
Well, it's clearly a fake.
I know, and this is the second time
it happens to me.
I had a genuine painting
and then the buyer, he bring it back a fake.
I don't understand.
[sighs] The first time it happened,
it was a Dali.
Well, it's not uncommon for a Dali to be a fake, is it?
He signed a load of blank sheets
in the 80s to make easy money.
I know my Dali and it was not a fake when I sold it.
[phone ringing]
-Oh, do you mind if I? -No, of course not.
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Caron.
Oh, that's great news.
Are you any closer to finding him?
Oh, okay, well, keep me posted.
Yeah, bye.
It's good news?
Yes, the gentleman that was attacked,
well, he's taken a turn for the better.
Ah, that is great news.
Right, show me your next big sale.
Okay.
[door bell chimes]
Well, a Jacqueline Marval.
I haven't seen one of these for years.
Really. I am loathe to let it go.
I am in love with this painting so much.
[Jean] That's the real thing, Charlie.
[Charlie] It needs to be.
It's for an American collector
and if I lose this customer, that could ruin me.
I'm sure that that is a real Marval
and I am that that thing is a fake Monet.
[Charlie speaking French]
[in English] It was a 21st present
from my mother.
-She thought it was real. -Oh.
But it covers the damp patch on the wall.
No, I'm not a fan.
He's always been a bit blurry for me, Monet.
That was probably down to his cataracts.
Pardon?
His cataracts affected his colour choices.
Till he had an operation, he was colour blind for a while.
-Really? -Mm.
Ah, I suspect my wife is colour blind.
[Jean] Oh.
I asked her to bring me dark blue.
-Oh. Hmm. -Mm.
[monitor beeping]
[groaning]
[monitor flatlining]
[dramatic music]
[soulful music]
So I put the marshmallow in, but it sunk.
Is there something you'd like to tell me?
Who's Sammy? Another English girl?
Where did you find that?
It was in a book.
Who is she?
"You sing a song only I can hear."
Wow, a girl who quotes Oscar Wilde.
I thought that was just our thing.
How on earth have you kept this to yourself?
Oh, it's nothing serious.
There's nothing to tell.
"You complete me."
Where'd you meet her?
I'm not ready to talk about it.
Oh, come on, Xav, I need all the gory details.
No, it's private.
Xav, I tell you everything, come on, dish the dirt.
I think you need to go now, Claudette.
What?
I can sort the rest of the stuff.
Xav.
Okay, I'll go then.
[gentle music]
[door opens, closes]
[gentle music]
Hi, love.
You know I'm loathe to get rid of some of these, you know.
They might be worth a fortune in the future.
Could sound a little big keener.
This is your inheritance I'm talking about. [laughs]
Hey, hey, hey.
What on earth is the matter?
Xav shouted at me.
-What did you do? -Dad.
Sorry, sorry, yeah, I mean, what happened?
I found a card from a girl,
then I started to tease him.
[sighs] Maybe, maybe he's just having like a really bad day.
We always tease each other.
And his reaction was horrible.
You know,
sometimes men can get a bit hormonal, too.
No, not like women, obviously.
They get it far worse, obviously, yeah.
But sometimes when men are feeling sensitive,
you know, about something, they can't articulate it
as well as women because we're not as
emotionally clever,
does that sound about right?
Trust me, it won't be anything you've done.
He's just taking it out on you
'cause you're his closest friend.
I don't know, Dad.
I've never seen him like this before.
Oh, love.
You know, when I was a lad,
my best friend was a lad called Roger Wilson.
I mean, we did everything together.
Now I really, really, really liked Sharon Potts,
who was in my biology class.
Anyway, Roger comes into school one day
and starts telling me about how he snogged her
over the park the other night
and he's not even that bothered about her.
And I went ballistic.
I mean, I nearly punched him
because I couldn't find the words to explain,
you know, how I felt.
What happened?
He ignored me for a week.
Then I told him. He was gutted.
I think Sharon went on to work
behind the pick and mix counter in Woolworth's.
He'll come around, love, promise.
Thanks, Dad.
Come here.
No one can stay angry at you for long
and I know 'cause I've tried.
Right.
If I finish all this, why don't you make
your poor old dad a little bit of dinner.
I'm the one who needs looking after.
And that's exactly what I'm doing.
You knocking up some comfort food is just
what you need, it's a distraction, innit,
a change pace in your mind.
Okay, go on then.
That's my girl.
And hey, hey, there's half a bottle of pinot noir
in there that needs finishing.
-[clicks tongue] -[gentle music]
[Rory] I'll bring it home to you, my darling.
[gentle music]
[phone ringing]
-[Jean] Caron? -Forgive the late hour,
but I wondered if you could come to the station?
-Now? -[Caron] It is very urgent.
Of course.
-No one cooks a steak like you. -You're welcome.
I mean you must have learned from some kind of expert.
Well, I thought you'd bring it back round to you.
Well, if the cap fits.
Ooh, Dad, guess what?
The latest episode of the "The Wonder"
has just dropped.
No way.
Yes, I thought we could crack open
-another bottle of wine-- -Ah, that's a brilliant idea.
And where did we get to?
Did she find out he was having an affair?
-She got a text from-- -[together] The weird woman.
Oh, I love that show.
I mean I still maintain "The Sweeney"
is the greatest show ever made,
but "The Wonder" comes a very close second.
-"The Sweeney?" -Yeah.
John Thor, Ford Grenada, get your trousers on you nicked?
No? I'll get you the box set, it'll blow your mind.
[phone ringing]
Oh.
Hi, Jean.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course I can.
Yeah. About 10 minutes.
All right, okay, bye.
Eh, sorry to break up the party, love.
Jean needs a lift to the police station.
You don't mind, do you?
I mean, it did sound quite urgent.
It always does.
Right, you finish that wine
and I'll be back before you know it.
[speaking French]
-Is it back? -Pardon?
My ring, is it back?
The ring?
My ruby.
You said it was urgent, so I presumed--
Ah, Jean, no, I'm really sorry.
Your ring is not here yet.
So, why did you call me at this time of night?
-I'm really sorry, Dom. -It's all right.
It is not I who requested your help this time.
[Charlie] Oh, please, Madam White, I am begging you.
You have to help me.
I'm pleading with you, Caron, I didn't know it was a fake.
I sold it in good faith.
It is not just your reputation
that needs to be considered, Madame Brodeur,
but the reputation of the town.
Saint Victoire relies on the honest trade of antiques.
I've been trading for 20 years, I know this.
The issue is bigger than one fake.
If we allow them to infiltrate,
who knows where it will end?
But I'm not dealing in fakes.
I'm afraid the evidence tells a different story.
Oh, please, you have to help me.
[Caron] Madame Brodeur, please calm down.
What's going on?
He says that the Marval was a fake.
You know that Marval you saw earlier, it was real.
You saw it, yeah.
The Marval I saw earlier was real.
Apparently it was not.
-It was not a fake. -Can I see it?
Of course, Le Marval, s'il vous plait.
This is not the same canvas that I saw before.
The hues are all wrong.
Thank you, Madam White.
[Simone] Where is she? Where is my wife?
[speaking French]
[in English] So, the expert was wrong.
The painting that I saw earlier was a genuine Marval.
A genuine Jacqueline Marval.
And that is not.
I will advise my wife now, thank you.
Madame Brodeur, I will release you,
but I ask that you do not leave Sainte Victoire
until a decision about pressing charges has been made.
Can I give you a lift home?
Yes, thank you.
[phone ringing]
Oui?
Merci.
[speaking French]
[in English] Albert Gilbert has died.
That's awful.
Died in his sleep this afternoon, embolism.
Apparently sustained from the blow to his head.
Poor man.
Can we go now?
-I will keep you informed. -Thank you.
[bright music]
[speaking French]
You're not gonna get your business class flight home,
you know, giving away all your stock.
She didn't even ask if it was a Meissen.
There's some good stuff here today.
I might have a little wander in a minute.
You're supposed to be getting rid of stuff.
My name is Dom and I am proud to be a maximalist.
Aw.
Thank you for the lift home last night.
Oh, yeah, you're welcome.
-Is Charlie okay? -Oh, she will be.
Hmm.
It's beautiful, isn't it?
1950s hand embroidered.
I've seen better.
How much?
Uh, 50 euros?
-15. -45.
15?
Um...
[man] Elise.
[speaking French]
Um. What was that all about?
You'd think she's called Elise and she was on the run.
What?
5 euros and that's me bottom line.
I know she's got a missing arm,
but I'm not letting her go
for anything less than five.
Where the hell is Xav?
[Gloria] I thought he was with you?
-[Dom] You all right, love? -Xav's not turned up.
We sorted out all the stuff
and he's not had the decency to turn up.
There's no way we're gonna be able
to afford the tickets with just my stuff.
All right, calm down, all right, don't get upset.
I will buy the tickets.
200 euros each?
200 euro-- does it come with a free unicorn?
He's not returning any of my calls, Gloria.
I'm really, really worried.
Oh, don't worry, darling.
Here, Dom, you take my van.
I'm gonna help Claudette look for Xav.
I'll text you.
I'll tell you what, take Madeline,
have a little drive around and see if you can find him.
-All right, come on. -Come here, all right.
[Gloria] Come on.
Hey, do you mind watching this stock?
I'm just going for a little walk around.
[gentle music]
Oh.
Ahmed!
Hmm. [gasps]
[speaking French]
-Bonjour. -Bonjour.
[speaking French]
Look who's one step closer to business class.
How do you mean?
Look at this.
I paid 5 euros for that.
You've been robbed.
Yeah, and it's worth over 50.
Dutch Chocolate Company circa 1910.
How do you know?
Ah, look at this. Okay.
[laughs]
[Dom] What's that?
Art Revealed app.
Infrared technology, which shows you
what's underneath the surface.
Wow, that's amazing.
Yeah.
I'm testing a prototype out for a friend.
Just shows you what lies beneath.
Yeah, no, you're right, yeah.
I used to have an old teacher that said
whenever you're in a new city,
you should always look up.
Don't just look straight ahead
because you never know what secrets
of the past are hiding.
Hmm?
Yeah, very true.
-Should we pack up? -Yeah.
30?
Oh, yes, thank you.
I'll pop it in a bag for you.
-Okay. -[phone ringing]
Oh, phone's ringing. It's Caron.
Oh. Excuse me.
Hello?
Jean, we have found the murder weapon.
It was an ornament from Gilbert's house.
-Was that the blunt object? -[Caron] Yes.
-What, what, what, what? -They found the murder weapon.
I will show it to you later.
Aw, thanks for letting me know, Caron.
[Caron] No problem, see you soon.
See you.
[dramatic music]
[church bells ringing]
[Jean] I think you bought more than you sold.
I mean, what are you gonna do with this?
I can always find room for beautiful things.
Yeah, but where are you gonna put this?
I was the same.
When I had the shop, I used to have a word with myself.
I used to have to clumber over
this occasional table every time I wanted a drink.
It wasn't pretty.
I just didn't know what to get rid of.
I can't believe I didn't sell these.
Some absolute classics in here, you know.
-Oh. -Oh, gosh, ooh, ooh.
-[Dom] Sorry. -Sorry.
In England, you would have cleaned up with them.
It's funny, isn't it?
What's valuable in one country is absolute tat in another.
Are you calling my precious childhood comics complete tat?
[laughs]
How did you get on?
Did all right, actually.
-[cork pops] -Oh!
-Oh, what's this? -Sit yourself down.
Should the driver be drinking that?
It's a V tradition.
We're allowed one.
-[laughs] Thank you. -Whoops.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
I did all right today,
all going towards my trip back to sunny Manchester.
Yeah. Yeah, you must miss your family.
Well, there's not many of them left actually.
Just me mom and she's really independent.
Always had a better social life
than I've ever had.
Never had kids?
Ah, I never really wanted them.
My mates used to go on about the clock ticking,
but it never happened to me.
I was always really into me art
and well, Rory didn't want them, so, yeah.
It must be lovely though.
Yeah, I mean, from the moment they're born,
you're in a constant state of low level anxiety, so.
I mean, lovely might be pushing it a little bit.
But, no, I'm only messing.
As far as that can be an armful, but best thing I ever did.
Aww.
Ah.
Mm.
Ah, God, your snout.
I will miss the quality of the red.
Anything else you're gonna miss.
Oh, uh, the cheese.
I mean, I know it sounds cheesy, but the cheese.
See what I did there.
Yeah, I like what you did there, yeah.
Ah, and I'll miss Gloria.
Yeah. It's quite a list, isn't it?
[laughs]
-And you. -Likewise.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
You know, I am so choffed
about picking up this little gem.
Yeah.
That app is amazing.
Imagine if you could use it on people,
find out what's going on beneath the surface.
Yeah.
Save an awful lot of time, wouldn't it?
Oh, Dom.
Do you mind if we stop off at the antique shop?
I've got to give Simone her bag.
Yeah, fine.
[door bell rings]
Ah, hi, Jean.
Dom.
[speaking French]
-[in English] You have time? -Oh, lovely, thank you.
Okay.
Are you actually scared of her?
No.
-Yeah, yeah. -Why?
-She stares at me. -Stares at you.
Are you serious?
She does, she does, she stares at me
like I've done something wrong.
It's like she's looking at me all the time,
waiting me to crack or something.
No, she doesn't.
She's just a very clever, intense person, that's all.
Okay, you are entitled to your own opinion,
but the way-- she's coming back.
[door squeaks]
Oh, Simone, Simone forgot this.
Oh, thank you.
Did you have a profitable day?
Well, I did actually. I found this little beauty.
Ah, well, I think you can put that back
from where you dug it up.
Just a minute.
Well, then.
Okay.
[speaking French]
[in English] Well, it's an app?
It's a prototype I'm trying out.
[Charlie] Oh, wow.
Yeah, so this is worth the best part of 50 euros.
I mean a profit is a profit.
Wow... [speaking French]
[in English] Well, you tell me when it's finished
-because I want to buy one. -Yeah, I will.
That is turquoise.
Can't be.
[Charlie] I don't believe it.
Simone!
[gentle music]
I knew there was something wrong
when I looked at it earlier.
The greens, they're all wrong, even for fake.
Simone, she has gone, everything has gone.
Charlie, I'm so sorry.
What's happening?
There's no easy way to say this.
But I think Simone is responsible.
For what?
For the fake Rozanova.
For the Marval.
For the fake Dali.
I don't understand.
Charlie.
I think Simone is an art copier.
[scoffs]
-Don't be ridiculous. -Think about it.
Who else had access to the shop?
-[phone ringing] -Dom.
[Dom] Sorry, sorry, it's my daughter.
Ah, yeah, Claudette, are you all right?
Did you find Xav?
Yeah, he's with Gloria.
I wanted to stay, but we gotta walk an airport run.
Oh, all right.
I'm on my way now, but the light's come
on the dashboard again.
[Simone speaking French over phone]
It's my wife.
Ah, darling, the red light is dangerous.
-You need to pull over, okay. -Okay, Dad.
Just pull over and I will come
and get you, all right, where are you?
I'm on Vous de Georges next to the river,
but hurry up, Dad, my customer's got a flight to catch.
Caron?
[siren blaring]
[Simone] She's going to kill me.
Make no mistake.
She's going to kill me.
I'm safer inside a prison than outside.
Who is going to kill you?
I do not know her name,
but she's going to kill me.
Shall we start at the beginning?
I've been an art copier all my life.
It has kept a roof over my head
and eventually brought me a wife,
although it was always more about her shop
rather than her.
A dealer contacted me through an old friend of mine
and made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Big mistake.
What was this offer?
[Simone] A painting will come into the shop.
I would copy it.
A stooge would buy the copy
and then the same stooge would come back
in a rage demanding a refund.
And the original?
I would give it to the dealer
and she will give me a cut.
And it was all working well until Charlie
sort of faked her normal customer.
But why would you keep biting the hand that feeds you?
Greed.
I suppose.
Look, the dealer said it was only going
to happen a few times and stupidly, I believed her.
You do understand that you are an accomplice to murder?
Look, this is not my style at all.
I absolutely wanted out.
I was just as shocked as you.
S-S-She had started to blackmail me,
saying that she would go to the police
and when she heard that Albert Gilbert
has acquire the Af Klint, she became obsessed
with owning it.
At any price.
Then I had the idea to hide the painting
in plain sight until it was safe to sell.
[Jean] So let me get this right.
You copied Charlie's rubbish Monet print
and you stretched it over the Af Klint?
Oh, that's clever.
So, what I don't understand is why
didn't you give your dealer the Af Klint
when the coast was clear?
[scoffs] Because I'm not stupid.
I found out how much it was worth
and I decided to sell it myself.
[Jean] Brave.
But your colour blindness let you down
on that one, didn't it?
Greens were all wrong,
like dumping the murder weapon
in the wrong recycling bin, green, not yellow.
I assume if we checked,
your fingerprints would be all over
the murder weapon.
Did she make you get rid of it?
Yes.
[Jean] Hmm.
It's a shame.
Because if you'd put it in the right recycling bin,
we would have never found it.
You do know that it's not a real Af Klint?
How do you know this?
Oh, it's a very good copy,
but the minute I saw it,
I noticed the layered brush strokes.
What?
Af Klint never went over the same brush stroke twice.
I thought your dealer would know that.
She'd only seen it in the dark.
Ah, well, sometimes when things
seem too good to be true, they usually are.
So it was all for nothing?
[Jean] Hey.
[Dom] You okay?
[Jean] Yeah.
Boy, she's a piece of work.
[Dom] What did she say?
[Jean] Well, she admitted to everything
apart from the murder.
Apparently, that's the brain child
of the dealer she was working for.
I see.
Do you believe that?
Weirdly, yeah. Yeah, I do.
The thing is, Dom, this dealer,
well, she sounds like you know who?
Go on, the other woman?
Yeah.
It's got her MO written all over it
and it looks like she's gonna get away
with it again.
Come on.
Let's go for a drink.
[gentle music]
[Gloria] She'll understand.
She's your best friend.
Of course she will.
Go on, send her a text.
Tell her to meet you in the pub, go on.
[gentle music]
Hey.
I'm sorry I shouted at you, Claudie.
It's okay.
[Xav] It's not okay.
Well, we're allowed to have our private stuff, you know,
no matter how close we are.
Being private is one thing,
but living a lie is another.
What?
Go on, love, she'll understand.
Claudie, uh, this is Sammy.
Why didn't you tell me?
I thought you wanted to marry me,
so... you would be angry at me or?
Don't be silly, you're not my type.
Clearly.
And you knew?
I've known since he bought
a Kylie Minogue poster on his wall when he was six.
[all laughing]
[phone dings]
-Brilliant. -What?
Someone's put an offer in on the house already.
A second viewing tomorrow.
Brilliant.
[gentle music]
[woman speaking French]
[gentle music]