♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Clattering ] [ Shattering ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -[ Speaking French ] ♪♪ [ Thud ] Uh!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Theme music plays ] -♪ Do you remember the first time ♪ ♪ That my eyes set on you?

♪ ♪♪ ♪ Your smile came from nowhere ♪ ♪ For some time never or some time soon ♪ ♪♪ ♪ The road is a long one ♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I was only passing through ♪ ♪♪ -[ Speaking French ] [ Line ringing ] -So, it's just a French version of a car-boot sale, then?

-Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

-Not just a car-boot sale.

Big event in a Sainte Victoire calendar.

Only happens every couple of months.

Called "vide grenier," translates as "empty attics."

-Is that because everybody empties their attics?

-Yeah.

Be-- Oh, you're proper funny, aren't you?

-[ Laughs ] Oh, no.

That was the first thing that Rory ever bought online.

Swore blind it was a nice one.

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, you know, 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, he didn't really have anything to merge.

-Why did you -- -I know, I know, I know.

I'm an idiot.

I was smitten by then, and I got really good at covering up his mistakes.

I should've known.

Stupid.

-So, 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 home business class.

-Brilliant.

-Oh, that reminds me, I need to ring Barbara.

Oh.

-Albert Gilbert, local art dealer.

Critical.

Lucky to be alive at all.

-What happened?

-He was hit on the back of the head with a blunt object.

-Oh, that's awful.

How can I help?

-He kept a very detailed record of his collection -- for insurance purposes, I presume.

Uh, there appears to be only one painting stolen.

I have marked the page.

-This...

This is amazing.

-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 my eyes closed.

-She did.

-Eh?

-She specialized in automatic drawing, believed you could attain divine wisdom through spiritual intuition.

She used séances and worked with a group called "The Five" channeling spirits and writing down their messages blindfolded.

-A bit weird.

-This is "Primordial Chaos Number 16."

This is 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?

-You know who Kandinsky is?

-No idea.

Thought he was a gymnast.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Cellphone chimes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ That af Klint woman sounds like a right loon.

-What?

-Well... magic, séances, covens.

It's just a painting, isn't it?

It looks nice, you hang it on the wall.

Simple.

-Uh, well, not to me.

[ Chuckles ] Art is, um... Oh, it's everything.

-Everything?

-Okay.

Um...

When I was 10, I went on a school trip to Derby.

You know the sort -- you eat your packed lunch before you get out of the school drive, and somebody's sick on the back seat.

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 my 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 you took its air slowly away.

-Lovely.

-Well, I sat there, and I stared at it all day.

He'd painted light.

Actual shining light bounced off the canvas.

I couldn't get over it.

They had to drag me back on the coach.

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.

♪♪ [ 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 going to see?

-Billie Eilish.

-You won't have heard of her.

-Oh, brilliant.

No, I love her.

Can I come?

-Yes.

-No.

-Why not?

-'Cause you're my dad.

-Hey!

I'll have you know I was the first lad in our school to get a bucket hat, and that was before the Inspirals released "Dung 4."

-Dad, I haven't understood a single word you just said.

-Um, he's speaking early '90s Mancunian.

It's a very rare dialect.

Now, I'm a bit rusty, but translated, I think he means, "He's still down with the kids."

-Word.

-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.

-Xavier!

-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.

-Uh, we might pop along when we're finished.

-So?

-All right.

Okay.

We'll see you later.

-[ Laughs ] Oh, I don't believe it.

-What?

-Ah!

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.

-16 years, and you will still not let it drop?

It is a bunny!

-Aww.

Do 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?

-[ Laughs ] Love you, Xav.

♪♪ [ Knocking ] [ Buzzer sounds ] -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.

-The Rozanova?

You are wrong, monsieur.

I sourced this painting from a reputable dealer.

-My money.

-Please accept our apology, sir.

We were assured 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.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Knocking ] -Just a minute.

[ Knocking ] [ Muffled ] I'll be right there.

[ Furious knocking ] Coming.

I'm coming!

Coming.

[ Chuckles ] -Ah.

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?

-Uh, yeah.

Yeah.

Of course.

-Oh, good.

I haven't sold a house this dirty before.

Um, obviously, I'll call first, but just in case you're not in, any chance of a spare key?

-Uh, yes.

Yes.

Um, 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.

[ Ringtone plays ] [ Whispers ] I'll leave you to it.

♪♪ [ Door opens, closes ] -Hello, Charlie.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Give me an hour.

Okay.

-Thank you so much for coming over.

I'm in desperate need of an expert eye.

-[ Scoffs ] -Oh.

Rozanova?

-Mm.

-Mm.

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 brings it back a fake.

I don't understand.

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.

[ Ringtone plays ] -Oh.

Do you mind if I... -No.

Of course not.

-Hello.

Caron.

Oh, that's great news.

Are you any closer to finding them?

[ Sighs ] 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.

[ Chuckles ] [ Door closes ] -Wow.

A Jacqueline Marval.

I haven't seen one of these for years.

-I am loathe to let it go.

I'm in love with this painting so much.

-That's the real thing, Charlie.

-It needs to be.

It's for an American collector.

And if I lose his custom, that could ruin me.

-I'm sure that that is a real Marval as I am that that thing is a fake Monet.

-[ Both laugh ] -C'est terrible n'est pas?

It was a 21st present for 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's probably down to his cataracts.

-Pardon?

-Mm.

His cataracts affected his color choices till he had an operation.

He was color-blind for a while.

-Really?

-Mm.

-Ah.

I suspect my wife is color-blind.

-Oh?

-I ask her to bring me duck-egg blue.

-Ooh.

Mm.

-Mm.

[ Monitor beeping ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Flatline ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -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.

[ Chuckles ] 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 is nothing to tell.

-"You complete me."

Where did you meet her?

-I'm not ready to talk about this.

-Well, come on, Xav.

I need all the gory details.

-It's private.

-Xav!

I tell you everything.

Come on.

Dish the dirt.

-I think you need to go now, Claudie!

-What?

-I can sort the rest of this stuff.

-Xav...

Okay.

I'll go then.

♪♪ [ Door opens, closes ] ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hi, love.

You know, I'm loathe to get rid of some of these, you know.

Might be worth a fortune in the future.

Could sound a little bit keener.

It is your inheritance I'm talking about.

[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ Hey, hey, hey.

♪♪ What on the earth's the matter?

-Xav shouted at me.

-What did you do?

-Dad.

-Sorry.

Sorry.

Yeah.

Um, I mean, what happened?

-Ugh, I found a card from a girl, and 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, and 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, because I've tried.

-[ Laughs ] -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 distraction, isn't it?

Change of pace in your mind.

-Okay.

Go on, then.

-That's my girl.

And hey, hey, it's half a bottle of Pinot Noir in there that needs finishing.

♪♪ -[ Clicks tongue ] ♪♪ -I'm bringing it home to you, my darling.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Ringtone plays ] ♪♪ -Caron?

-Forgive the late hour, but I wondered if you could come to the station?

-Now?

-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.

-Oh, I thought you'd bring it back around to you.

-Well, if the cap fits.

-Ooh, Dad, guess what?

-The latest ep of "The Wanderer" just dropped.

-No way!

-Yeah.

So I thought we could crack open another bottle of wine -- -Oh, that's a brilliant idea.

Where did we get to?

Did she find out he was having an affair?

-Yeah.

She got a text from -- -The weird woman!

-The weird woman!

-Oh, I love that show.

I mean, I still maintain "The Sweeney" is the greatest show ever made, but "The Wanderer" comes a very close second.

-"The Sweeney"?

-Yeah.

John Thaw, Fort Granada.

"Get your trousers on, you're nicked."

No?

I'll get you the box set.

It'll blow your mind.

[ Ringtone plays ] Oh.

Hi, Jean.

Yeah, 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.

-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?

-Ring?

-My ruby.

You said it was urgent, so I presumed that... -Oh, Jean, uh, 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.

-Oh, please, Madame 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.

Sainte 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, huh?

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!

-Madame Brodeur, please calm down.

-What's going on?

-He says that the Marval was a fake.

You know the 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.

The Marval, s'il vous plaît.

-This is not the same canvas that I saw before.

The hues are all wrong.

-[ Crying ] -Thank you, Madame White.

-Where is she?

Where is my wife?

Mon amour... [ Speaking French ] 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.

-Uh, can I give you a lift home?

-Yes.

Thank you.

[ Cellphone ringing ] -Oui?

Merci.

Un astend.

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.

♪♪ -[ Speaking French ] -Merci.

-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.

[ Both laugh ] -Hey, 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.

-[ Chuckles ] A what?

-Thank you for the lift home last night.

-Oh, yeah, you're welcome.

Is Charlie okay?

-Oh, she will be.

Hm.

-It's beautiful, isn't it?

1950s hand-embroidered.

-I've seen better.

How much?

-Uh, 50 euros?

-[ Chuckles ] 15.

-45.

-15?

-Oh.

Um... -Elise.

[ Speaking French ] Louie.

-What was that all about?

-He thinks she's called "Elise," and she was on the run.

-[ Laughs ] -5 euros, and that's my bottom line.

I know she's got a missing arm, but I'm not letting her go for anything less than 5.

-Where the hell is Xav?

-I thought he was with you.

-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 going to be able to afford the tickets with just my stuff.

-All right.

Calm down.

Don't get upset.

I will buy the tickets.

-200 euros each?

-200 euros?

Does it come with a free unicorn?

-He's not returning any of my calls, Gloria.

I'm really, really worried.

-Well, don't worry, darling.

Here, Dom.

You take my van.

I'm going to help Claudette look for Xav.

I'll text you.

-I'll tell you what.

Take Madeleine.

Have a little drive around, and see if you can find him.

-All right.

Come on.

-Come here.

All right.

-Come on.

-Hey, do you mind watching the stall?

I'm just going for a little look 'round.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Oh.

♪♪ Ahmed.

-[ Gasps ] -[ Speaks French ] ♪♪ -Bonjour.

-Bonjour.

♪♪ -Combien?

-5 euro.

-Ah.

Très bien.

Merci.

[ Speaking French ] -Oh.

Merci, madame.

-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 ] -What's that?

-Art Revealed app.

Infrared technology, which shows you what's underneath the surface.

-Wow.

That's amazing.

-Yeah.

Well, 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."

-Yeah, very true.

-Should we pack up?

-Yeah.

-30?

-Oh.

Yes.

Thank you.

-I'll, um, pop it in a bag for you.

-Okay.

[ Ringtone plays ] -Oh.

Phone's ringing.

Go on.

-Oh.

Excuse me.

Hello.

-Jean, uh, we have found the murder weapon.

It was an ornament from Gilbert's house.

-Was that the blunt object?

-Yes.

-What, what, what, what?

-They found the murder weapon.

-I will show it to you later.

-Oh, thanks for letting me know, Caron.

-No problem.

Speak soon.

-See you.

♪♪ [ Bell tolling ] 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?

-[ Chuckles ] -I was the same.

When we had the shop, I used to have a word with myself.

I used to have to clamber 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, gosh!

-Oh!

-Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

-Sorry.

-It's all right.

-Right.

-You know, in England, you would have cleaned up with them.

It's funny, isn't it?

What's valuable in one country's absolute tat in another.

-Are you calling my precious childhood comics complete tat?

-[ Chuckles ] -How did you get on?

-Did all right, actually.

-Oh.

-Oh, what's this?

-Sit yourself down.

-Should the, uh, driver be drinking that?

-It's a Vide tradition.

We're allowed one.

-[ Chuckles ] Thank you.

-Whoops.

Yeah.

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

-Mm.

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 my mum.

And she's really independent.

Always had a better social life than I've ever had.

-You never had kids?

-I never really wanted them.

My mates used to go on about a clock ticking, but never happened to me.

Mm.

I was always really into my art, and, well, Rory didn't want them.

So...yeah.

It must be lovely, though.

-Mm.

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, uh -- no, I'm only messing.

I mean, well, they can be a handful, but it's the best thing I ever did.

-Aw.

[ Sighs ] Mmm.

Oh, gorgeous.

Now, 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.

-Oh, and I'll miss Gloria.

-Yeah.

Quite a list, isn't it?

[ Both laugh ] -And you.

-Likewise.

Cheers.

-Cheers.

Mm.

Oh.

You know, I am so chuffed about picking up this little gem.

-Yeah.

That app is amazing.

-Mm.

-Imagine if you could use it on people -- find out what's going on beneath the surface.

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, all right.

-Ah.

Hi, Jean.

Dom.

Uh, voulez un café?

You have time?

-Oh, lovely.

Thank you.

-Okay.

-Are you actually scared of her?

-No.

A bit, 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 for me to crack, or something.

-No, she doesn't.

She's just a very clever, intense person.

That's all.

-Okay.

Okay, you are entitled to your own opinion, but the way -- she's coming back.

-Oh, um, Simone -- Simone forgot this.

-Oh.

Thank you.

Did you have a profitable day?

-I did, actually.

I, um -- I found this little beauty.

-Ah.

Well, I think you can put that back from where you dug it up.

[ Laughs ] -Just a minute.

[ Laughs ] Now, then...

Okay.

-[ Gasps ] C'est superb.

It's an app or...?

-It's a prototype I'm trying out.

-Oh, wow.

-Yeah.

So, this is worth the best part of 50 euros.

I mean, a profit is a profit.

-Oui.

Se bien.

Will you tell me when it's finished?

Because I want to buy one.

-Yeah.

I will.

[ Chuckles ] That is turquoise.

♪♪ Can't be.

[ Gasps ] -I don't believe it.

Simone!

Simone.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I knew there was something wrong when I looked at it earlier.

The greens -- they're all wrong, even for a 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 it.

-Charlie, I think Simone is an art copier.

-[ Scoffs ] Don't be ridiculous.

-Think about it.

Who else had access to the shop?

[ Ringtone plays ] Dom!

-Sorry.

Sorry.

It's my daughter.

Hiya, Claudette.

You all right?

Did you find Xav?

-Yeah.

He's with Gloria.

I wanted to stay, but we got a walk-in airport run.

-Oh, all right.

-I'm on my way now, but that light's come on the dashboard again.

-Pouvez-vous vous dépêcher?

Je vais rater mon vol.

-It's my wife.

-Uh, darling, the -- the red light is dangerous, so you need to pull over, okay?

-Okay, Dad.

-J-Just pull over, and I will come and get you, all right?

Uh, where are you?

-Um, I'm on Rue des Georges, next to the river.

But hurry up, Dad.

My customer's got a flight to catch.

♪♪ -Caron?

♪♪ [ Sirens wailing ] ♪♪ -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?

-[ Sighs ] 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?

-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 sold a fake to a 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.

She -- She had started to blackmail me, saying that she would go to the police.

And when she heard that Albert Gilbert has acquired a 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.

-So, let me get this right -- you copied Charlie's rubbish Monet print, and you stretched it over the af Klint?

[ Hammering ] 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.

-Brave.

But your color 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.

-Hm.

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 brushstrokes.

-What?

-af Klint never went over the same brushstroke 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?

[ Sighs ] -Hey.

-You okay?

-Yeah.

Oh, she's a piece of work.

-What did she say?

-Well, she admitted to everything, apart from the murder.

Apparently, that's the brainchild 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.

-What?

The other woman?

-Yeah.

It's got her M.O.

written all over it.

And it looks like she's gonna get away with it again.

-Come on.

Let's go for a drink.

♪♪ ♪♪ -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.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Hey.

-Hey.

-Sorry I shouted at you, Claudie.

-It's okay.

-It's not okay.

-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.

♪♪ -[ Laughs ] Why didn't you tell me?

-Uh, I thought you wanted to marry me, so I had... ...you would be angry at me.

-Don't be silly.

You're not my type.

-Clearly.

-And you knew?

-I'd known since he put a Kylie Minogue poster on his wall when he was 6.

[ Laughter ] [ Cellphone chimes ] -Brilliant.

-What?

-Somebody's put an offer in on the house already.

Got a second viewing tomorrow.

[ Laughs ] -Brilliant.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Woman speaking French ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪