- [Narrator] Previously on "Queens of Mystery"- - [Vanessa] This is a private viewing, Fintan.

- My deal with Cox means that work by my best students will be exhibited for my lifetime.

- This is state censorship.

(punch thudding) - Oh!

I want Kane in chains.

- Would you go out to dinner with me?

- 10 grand, cash.

- You seem to have developed quite the knack for uncovering lost masterpieces.

- He knows.

- I'll deal with him.

(knife slashing) (tense music) - [Crow] Fintan!

You're going cuckoo!

(tense music) - She's definitely up to something.

- "Before Our Young Lives End."

It's an acronym.

That's Fintan Boyle's skull she's smashing.

- [Yetao] Young Lives.

- An extraordinary new work by Keith Kane.

(light ominous music) (people chattering) (Keith applauding) - So what do you all think?

(light eerie music) - [Beth] Robert Cox has just sped off in his sports car, and Cat's gone haring after him.

(propellor whirring) (tense chaotic music) (Cat groaning) - [Matilda] Did Cox get away, or was he taken?

(suspenseful music) - Don't look now, but I think someone over there is watching the gallery.

(suspenseful music) (crow cawing) (lively playful music) (lively playful music continues) (car engine rumbling) (lively playful music) (light playful music) (dramatic playful music) (lively playful music) (lively playful music continues) (windmill creaking) (crow cawing) (lively playful music) (light music) (crow cawing) (birds chirping) (crow cawing) (light music) (crow cawing) (light music) (tense dramatic music) (light ominous music) (phone ringing) - [Inspector Thorne] Stone.

- I've found Robert Cox, sir.

- [Inspector Thorne] What's his condition?

- To be honest, he's looked better.

(gentle apprehensive music) - [Narrator] The murdered art collector and sometime getaway driver Robert Cox had the raw, unsettling look of a Francis Bacon, an artist he'd coincidentally once bought a near-perfect fake of.

- Blunt force trauma to the head.

Looks like he was bludgeoned to death.

- What about the cash?

(birds chirping) - Ah, it's just for show.

- A nod to the heist, perhaps.

(cell phone chiming) - Lab report's back on Fintan Boyle.

Okay, that's unexpected.

- [Matilda] What is?

- Toxicology report shows high levels of LSD.

- Fintan Boyle was tripping when he was murdered?

- It appears so.

- When I first spoke to Boyle, he was complaining about the taste of a drink he'd be given by Yetao.

- You think it was spiked?

- Maybe.

Beth and Jane saw her get rid of something in the river, and her video art is of her smashing a fake version of Boyle's skull with a sledgehammer.

- Foster, find this Yetao woman and bring her in for questioning.

- Yes, sir.

- Carry on, Sergeant.

- Any progress on Fintan Boyle's will?

- We're waiting for a solicitor to send us a copy.

I'll chase it.

- We need to find out if he'd written Vanessa Mills out of it already, or if she's still a beneficiary.

After all, Cox and Boyle were shortchanging her in the divorce, and now both men are dead.

I'd better head her off before she contaminates the scene.

Let me know when you've got Yetao at the station.

Please don't come any closer.

What were your movements last night from 6 p.m. onwards?

- I locked up at 7.

Keith came back here, we ate.

I dropped him off at the pub around 11.

- Tell me about your relationship with Keith Kane.

- Our relationship?

Keith and I have been great friends for over 20 years.

But it's never been physical, if that's what you mean.

- Were you aware that your ex and Robert Cox had agreed a side deal?

- For the Boyle Collection?

I knew it.

Scheming, thieving scumbags.

(tense music) God rest their souls.

(glass thudding) How much?

- Mr. Cox paid an additional 2 million into Mr. Boyle's Swiss bank account.

- So much for legacy and art.

(tense music) - [Yetao] Before Our Young Lives End.

- Thought you might need a cuppa.

- [Yetao] Our Young Lives End.

- So are we all in grave danger?

- From now on, there'll be a police presence at Egde and the pub.

You'll be safe.

- Good to know.

- Where were you last night?

- Here with Kane until about 7.

Then I had dinner back at the pub.

- Anyone verify that?

- Yetao.

We ate together.

Then I went up to my room at closing time.

- Alone?

- Mm-hmm.

- Young Lives End.

- I may still need to bring you in for further questioning.

- [Yetao] Young Lives End.

Before Our Young- - Mmm, excellent tea.

- Should be.

The boss is a big drinker.

Assam, Darjeeling.

It's a bit of a problem.

- Where is Mr. Kane?

- I haven't seen him yet.

- Is that normal?

- Oh, sure, yeah, he's a night owl.

(cell phone chiming) - Hmm.

(dramatic music) Thanks for the brew.

- Oh.

- Duty calls.

- Hmm.

(light music) - Fintan Boyle had LSD in his system when he died.

But you knew that, because you spiked his drink and were seen disposing of evidence.

- Seen by who?

- So you admit to drugging him?

- I'm not admitting anything.

- Spiking someone's drink with a Class A drug is punishable by up to 13 years in prison.

So you'd better start cooperating with me.

(tense music) - If I have done something like that, it might've been to make him look a fool at a big event for leaving me out of his collection.

- Did being left out make you angry?

- Sure.

But, you know, not enough to kill him.

(pages rustling) (Yetao screaming) - [Matilda] Did you clash with Robert Cox?

- Never, we barely knew each other.

- So unlike with Fintan Boyle, there's no video art of you doing anything violent to him?

- No.

And that was a joke to get back at Fintan for being a bully.

- How did you know you weren't part of the Boyle Collection?

Did he tell you?

- I nicked his catalog.

- Do you still have it?

(Yetao chuckling) (catalog thudding) - [Yetao] Not exactly.

(light music) - So who would want Robert Cox dead?

- Our mystery lady?

- She needs a name.

- Jane Doe.

- Does it have to be Jane?

- I don't make the rules.

- The trouble is Jane Doe could be halfway to Timbuktu by now.

- So we let the police worry about her for the time being.

Who's next?

- Yetao.

She's been acting very suspiciously.

- But I never noticed any animosity between her and Cox.

Did you?

- Una Lowe.

After you sped off in hot pursuit of Robert Cox, she came up to us and was being a bit weird.

- She seemed to know something.

(light music) (gentle mysterious music) - Uh, Matilda?

- Hi.

- Uh, you've got...

In your hair.

- Oh.

- Uh, here.

- [Narrator] As Daniel gently picked rubbish from Matilda's hair, he couldn't help but wonder if he wasn't making a mess of his life.

(gentle music) - Um, I was just following up on a clue.

- So I'm done examining the scene.

I found fragments of moss and wood in the wounds on the back of Robert Cox's head.

- From the murder weapon?

- Possibly.

Looks like he was hit with a heavy branch, or a log.

- Something the killer picked up off the ground?

- Seems likely.

I put time of death between 6 and midnight, and then the body was moved to the gallery some hours after that.

(cell phone playing "Wedding March") Natasha (mumbles).

I'm taking this.

Hi.

- Are you still at the gallery?

- I am, but I'm nearly done.

- [Natasha] You'll get to the gym this afternoon then?

- That's my plan.

- You mean our plan.

I went before surgery.

Shame my patient didn't.

(organ squishing) (monitor beeping) Oops, got to go.

Kiss, kiss.

(Daniel's lips smacking) - Kiss, kiss.

- Hmm.

(monitor beeping) (birds chirping) - Okay, then.

Good luck in there.

- Thanks.

Right.

That's not recyclable.

(light music) (birds chirping) (light music) (mysterious music) (Matilda groaning) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (cell phone ringing) - Stone.

- Sir?

- The mastermind behind the Ballings heist.

- What about them?

- She was a woman, Stone.

(mysterious music) - Great art gives meaning to a world devoid of certainty.

The Lowe Down Gallery gives context to that art.

(keyboard keys clacking) - It says here Una Lowe owns only 20% of the shares in her gallery.

The business records show the rest belongs to Anderson Arts International, which has registered its address as a PO Box in Panama.

(keyboard keys clacking) No, there's no website for it either.

- A shell company.

- I'll install some optical character recognition software, then scan the database of leaked offshore company papers, and see if the name turns up.

- I was going to suggest that.

- Same.

(light music) (telephone ringing) - Have a look at the mug shots.

Is it her?

- It is different.

She's aged a lot since then.

- 10 years in maximum security will do that to you.

- Yes.

That's the woman who was at the gallery, sir.

- According to this report, the getaway driver, who we know now to be Robert Cox, who went by the alias Aussie Barry, was the only member of the gang who wasn't caught after an anonymous tip-off to the police.

- Blew the whistle on the others and kept the cash for himself.

Guess he missed the memo about honor among thieves.

- And now Tanya here has got her revenge.

- [Matilda] Look what I found, sir.

(computer whirring) (computer beeping) - Oh, here we go.

The shell company was set up by Mr. Barry Anderson whose contact address is in Sydney.

- Another Australian.

I'm thinking Barry Anderson and Robert Cox are one and the same.

- I doubt it's a coincidence.

- I mean, secretly owning a posh London art gallery is a great place to launder a serious amount of cash.

- And having someone respectable like Una Lowe fronting it makes sense.

- And no wonder she was so nervous when he was wanted by the police.

- Where are you going?

- To tell Matilda.

(bell chiming) (light music) - [Matilda] Look at the signature.

- Krasner.

Surely no one would destroy an original.

This has to be a fake.

Contact the Art and Antiques Unit and find out.

(light mysterious music) (Terry grunting) (Cat sighing) - Uh-uh.

- Ugh, for goodness' sake.

(playful music) - [Matilda] What exactly is going on here?

- I told her she needed to wait.

- And I told him I have important information regarding the investigation.

(Cat chuckling) (Terry sighing) So, Jane did her, you know, techie thing, and discovered that Una's gallery is owned by some shady businessman from Down Under called Barry Anderson, which we suspect is an alias used by Robert Cox.

- Aussie Barry.

- We think Cox has been laundering money from the heist through the gallery.

- The forged Krasner.

I found what looked like a Krasner cut up in the bin behind Egde.

I've just had confirmation it's a fake.

- Una gave me this.

She said she'd uncovered some long-lost abstract expressionist pieces.

Now, Krasner was one of the leading artists of that movement.

- Okay, so Cox knowingly buys fakes from Una, pays as if they're the real thing, then takes the clean cash out through his share of the gallery profits.

- Ka-ching.

- I need to speak to Una.

Terry?

You're in charge of tracking down Tanya Shaw.

- I'm all over it.

- [Narrator] This was absolutely the sort of big city policing PC Foster dreamed of.

- What do you want me to do?

- Nothing, Inspector Thorne will have me on desk duty if he finds out you've been helping me again.

(Cat sighing) Okay, what's the matter?

And the truth this time, please.

- I invited Annie to the opening of the gallery, and she didn't show.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Aunt Cat.

- You can hardly blame her.

I've been a lousy mother.

- Not to me you weren't.

- Well, I had some help, kid.

(dog barking) (mysterious music) (keyboard keys clacking) - Catching up on some work?

- The Lowe Down Gallery doesn't run itself.

- Or fund itself.

Was it difficult finding someone willing to bankroll you?

- I managed.

I've made good contacts working in the London art world.

- You mean like your gallery's actual owner, Barry Anderson?

Or should I say Robert Cox?

- I was going to tell you, honest.

- What, how you're involved in money laundering and forgeries?

Oh, and by the way, I found the Krasner you tried to get rid of.

- It's basically impossible for someone like me to break into this industry.

Grafted my whole life.

No silver spoon.

Cox offered me my dream when no one else would.

The rest of the gallery's above board.

The fakes, just for him, once in a while.

Where's the harm in that?

- The harm?

You helped a bank robber wash millions in stolen cash.

- I didn't know how he got his money.

- You've had to be naive, or negligent not to suspect it was dirty, and I'm pretty sure you're neither, Una.

- He seemed legit to start with.

Then things changed.

If I'd have told your lot, I'd have lost everything.

- Must be a relief he's dead then.

- I never said that.

- Well, right now, the Arts and Antiques Unit are raiding your gallery, and your assets have been frozen while they investigate.

Being mixed up in money laundering and forged art is serious.

(tense music) - Oh, yes!

(hand thumping) (car alarm blaring) (dog barking) (car alarm warbling) (Terry sighing) - [Beth] Okay, so if you had to guess, who do you currently think the killer is?

- "Guessing," as Sherlock Holmes said, "is a shocking habit, destructive to the logical faculty."

No, I'm not doing it.

- Oh, come on, live a little.

(bell chiming) - Ooh, that might be a customer.

You're in charge of the Venn diagram.

- Do I have to be?

You know me and maths don't exactly see eye to eye.

(Jane chuckling) (light mysterious music) Hello.

Are you looking for anything in particular?

- Revenge.

(tense music) - Oh.

(light foreboding music) - But they took that away from me.

(tense foreboding music) - [William] Please, pick up the phone.

Pick up the phone.

(William sighing) - What's wrong?

- I still can't get ahold of Keith.

Oh, he probably just forgot to set an alarm.

I'll head over to the hotel.

- I'll come with you.

- Why, do you think something's happened to him?

- No, but best we check.

I'll drive.

(ominous ambient music) You never mentioned you were on Boyle's course at Pennysmiths.

- Uh, it was just for a year.

Uh, I dropped out.

I couldn't afford the fees.

- Shame.

I really liked your self-portrait in the Boyle Collection catalog.

- Thanks.

Uh, I only found out yesterday.

I was surprised to be included.

- Do you still paint?

- Funnily enough, I'm thinking of getting back to it.

(cell phone ringing) - Terry?

- Okay, so the good news is I've found Tanya Shaw.

- You have?

Where?

- Well, that's the bad news.

She's currently at Murder Ink, talking to your Aunt Jane.

- Can you check on Kane yourself?

(telephone ringing) - Murder Ink, how can I help you?

- [Matilda] Aunt Beth, it's me.

- Hey, Mattie.

- Where's Jane?

- With a customer.

- That's not a customer, that's Tanya Shaw, the ex-con who masterminded the Ballings Bank heist.

- [Narrator] Whilst Beth Stone was against criminals in general, she was very much in favor of women smashing glass ceilings.

So Tanya Shaw's noteworthy contribution to an area so dominated by men impressed her.

- I'll go check.

(tense music) - Aunt Beth?

Beth!

(tense suspenseful music) (tires screeching) (tense suspenseful music) (tense suspenseful music continues) They still inside?

- Yeah.

- Okay, guard the door.

(tense suspenseful music) (door creaking) (tense suspenseful music) - This one is very escapist.

- Ah, Mattie, I was about to call you back.

I just made Tanya a cup of tea.

- Thank you.

(tea pouring) - [Leroy] Here you go, Cath.

- Cheers, Leroy.

- No worries.

(people chattering) (gentle pensive music) (people chattering) - Excuse me, it's Cat, right?

Detective Sergeant Stone's aunt?

- Hm, yeah, among other things.

- You haven't seen Keith Kane, have you?

- Nope.

- Okay.

Uh, could you pass a message on to your niece for me?

It might be important.

- Yeah, go on then.

- Tell her Kane is not in his room, and it doesn't look like he slept there last night.

- Okay.

(people chattering) (glass thudding) (keys jingling) - Keith Kane's gone missing again?

So this disappearance makes him a suspect, or a potential victim?

- Kane'll outlive us all.

Guaranteed it.

And don't forget his "Am I Art" graffiti tag.

- That's a bit self-incriminating.

- [Beth] Or it's a clever double bluff.

- Well, I know a way to find out.

(light mysterious music) - Oh, I've got a lead on that vehicle that rammed into Terry and Robert Cox.

Right.

- Chromatography.

- Tanya, we know you came to Wildemarsh looking for this man.

(Tanya chuckling) - Life's hilarious, isn't it?

I wanted to kill him for such a long time.

(tense music) But someone got to him first.

(Tanya chuckling) - His mouth was stuffed with cash.

Are you really telling me that isn't because he turned you in for the Ballings Bank heist?

- I didn't kill him.

I found him in that sculpture garden at 3 in the morning.

(tense music) - What were you doing there at that hour?

- I was gonna break in.

Look for a record of his address in the office.

He stole 10 years off me, and I was that close.

So I stuffed his grassing gob full of cash, trying to make myself feel better.

- Why go to my aunt's bookshop?

- It was books what kept me alive in prison.

I needed something to read.

(playful music) (bell tolling) (playful music) (chips crunching) - Mmm.

Ah.

(playful music) (chips crunching) Oh, hello.

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, Beth.

Jane.

- The paint samples that were taken from the "Am I Art" graffiti?

- I'm still waiting for the results on those.

Major backlog at the lab.

- Do you send off the whole sample?

- No, I always keep some in case they get mislaid at the other end.

(playful music) (scissors snipping) (liquid sloshing) (playful music) - Solvent please.

(playful music) (liquid squirting) - Do you buy all that someone got to him first stuff she just came out with?

- Terry checked her car.

No sign of impact, so she didn't ram him off the road, and the gun's a replica, like she said.

- Well, we can't charge her for wanting to kill someone, otherwise we'd all be banged up.

(door creaking) - Boyle's solicitor got back to me.

Vanessa Mills is still in his will.

- What was she left?

- Matisse, Rothko, and Picasso.

- Now, that is a motive for murder.

(door sliding) (door creaking) (ominous music) (ominous music continues) (suspenseful music) (car door clicking) (ominous music) (paper rustling) (ominous music) (tense music) - Keith Kane.

(mysterious music) (light ominous music) Mattie.

- Cat.

- I found the vehicle that rammed into Terry.

It belongs to Egde Gallery.

- Vanessa Mills.

- There was a blood stain in the back, and this was behind the seats.

It's Keith Kane's.

- Wait there, okay?

(tense music) (birds chirping) (gentle music) - I guess you've heard that my gallery was really just Cox's laundry?

- Well, we all make mistakes.

We're human.

- Yeah.

But not only was I selling fakes.

I've been a fake myself.

(gentle music) (mysterious music) (Keith grumbling) (mysterious music) (mysterious music continues) (mysterious music continues) - The paint samples from Kane's sign, Boyle's body, and Cox's body.

- All three look identical to me.

- Therefore, they were mixed using the exact same color components.

- Ergo, we need to find Keith Kane.

- [Narrator] Which, although he was hopelessly lost, wouldn't prove so difficult.

- Don't!

My head is splitting!

(mysterious music) Oh, hey.

(Keith groaning) (car horn honking) - Keith?

Keith?

I'm Beth Stone.

This is my sister Jane.

Come on, let's get you out of the road.

(light mysterious music) (Keith grumbling) (tense ambient music) - Congratulations.

You're about to become extremely rich.

Despite divorce proceedings, Fintan Boyle kept you in his will.

You get a Matisse, a Rothko, and a Picasso.

(Vanessa laughing) - They're Fintan's dogs.

He's having the last laugh.

I'm allergic.

- I see.

Well, can you explain why the bloodstained van that rammed my colleague off the road yesterday is registered to your gallery?

- No, I can't.

But it still has nothing to do with me.

- So who else has access to the van?

- Keith.

But, I mean, he'd never.

(drawer sliding) He's probably just forgotten to return the keys.

(people chattering) (Keith sighing) - Bloody Mary?

- Bloody hell, no.

Back to square one.

Three years I've been sober.

(people chattering) - How did you hurt your hands?

(Keith sighing) - It's all a bit fuzzy.

But I do have this terrible feeling something really awful happened last night.

- Like what?

(people chattering) - I realize this looks suspicious, but there is an explanation.

He's not well.

Keith has lived life hard, too hard, and now it is catching up with him.

He's becoming forgetful, and worse, his sight is fading fast.

- He's going blind?

- Yes.

Very few people know.

- The dark glasses.

- Won't be long, bruv.

I reckon I've ducking killed it!

I couldn't see.

There were people in the way.

(light ominous music) - I need to speak to someone from the admissions department at Pennysmiths.

Have you got their number?

- Yes, what's the matter?

- I really hope I'm wrong.

(light ominous music) - So how come you still had hold of the fake Krasner?

- Because Cox gave it to me.

- But why didn't he just take it straight to your gallery in London?

- I wondered that.

He was gonna be there early next week.

- And you have no idea who the forger actually is?

(Cat sighing) I wonder if someone here painted it.

- I can't see Keith Kane, or Yetao faking art.

Why risk their reputation?

- Well, there is one person here without a reputation to risk.

(light ominous music) (mysterious music) - I just remembered what happened.

My assistant came to visit me late last night in my room, told me he was quitting.

No wonder I hit the bottle.

That's a disaster.

Ah, he does everything for me.

I need him.

(mysterious music) - Does he mix your paints?

- Yeah.

- I need to tell Matilda.

- We need to tell Matilda.

- We need to tell Matilda.

(mysterious music) (chaotic abstract music) (ominous music) (tense music) (tense music continues) (door sliding) (door thudding) (ominous music) - The light's rather beautiful in here, don't you think?

(light ominous music) (light ominous music continues) You've come to arrest me?

- I wish that wasn't true, but, yes.

- First, I'd like to do a last sketch.

- Of what?

And you'll answer all my questions?

- With searing honesty.

- Okay.

(light ominous music) (door sliding) (door thudding) (device beeping) (lock whirring) (lock clanking) (light music) - I hate to be interrupted when I work.

(William chuckling) Boyle always said that above all else, a great artist needs focus.

(light music) Stand in the light, please.

(light ominous music) What gave me away?

- The van.

I know Keith Kane's losing his eyesight.

He can't see well enough to drive in the dark, so couldn't have moved Robert Cox's body at night.

And of course you had access to the keys.

- Trying to get away with murder is a lot like making art.

You use whatever materials are available.

- And for you, that was Kane, his phone, his credit card.

Also, you lied to me about dropping out of Pennysmiths because of the fees.

I checked the records.

(light ominous music) - Yeah.

(light ominous music) Sorry about that.

(light ominous music) (dramatic suspenseful music) - Vanessa?

- Mm-hmm?

- Where's Matilda?

- I don't know.

She was on the phone to Pennysmiths, and then she just ran out.

- And William Garnet, have you seen him?

- Uh, I think he's up in his studio.

- You need to focus, Garnet!

(papers whooshing) Focus!

Focus!

Focus!

- [William] His relentless bullying drove me out.

- [Fintan] Pathetic!

- [William] Stripped me of any confidence I had in my talent.

- And you hated him for it, for not recognizing your potential.

- Actually, no.

For years, I believed he was right, that I just wasn't good enough.

So I completely stopped creating my own stuff and had Keith pay me peanuts to do most of the actual work on his art, which then sold for a fortune because his name's on it.

But hey (chuckles), that's the art world for you.

It's full of fakes and forgeries.

- Krasner.

You painted it for Cox.

- He came to me about a month ago.

Offered me a way to make some real money.

Guess he'd seen my self-portrait in the Boyle Collection and figured I had the chops for it.

(chaotic abstract music) I saw him in the sculpture garden.

(light music) He was acting weird.

(light music) And I suddenly had this need to confront him.

(charcoal scraping) I just wanted to ask him why he did it.

Then he said this thing to me.

(light tense music) "My greatest disappointment," like it was my fault.

(tense music) And I lost it.

(tense music) Completely.

(Yetao screaming) (chaotic abstract music) (Cat groaning) (Cat sighing) (device beeping) - [Cat] Oh, where's Jane when you need her?

(car horn honking) (alpaca humming) - There's a road full of llamas.

- Well, strictly speaking, these are alpaca.

You're right, they're in the way.

- Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo!

Go away!

(device beeping) (Yetao screaming) - [Matilda] What about Robert Cox?

- Called me from the plane, said he was about to be taken into custody, told me to do something about it, or he'd grass me up for forging art the moment he got to the station.

(glass shattering) (tense music) (chaotic abstract music) (Yetao screaming) But then I realized that he would hold it all over me forever.

And he would own me.

(suspenseful music) (stick thudding) I couldn't live like that.

(stick thudding) Not again.

(light ominous music) I'm done with bullies.

(tense suspenseful music) (Yetao screaming) (chaotic abstract music) - So you hid the body in the van, went to the pub for an alibi, stole Keith Kane's phone to plant and throw us off the scent, and repeated your trick with the "Am I Art" graffiti?

- I figured if Keith looked guilty enough, you'd have to let the rest of us leave.

It wasn't personal.

(tense music) (chaotic abstract music) (ominous music) (chaotic abstract music) (speaker thudding) (dramatic suspenseful music) - What the hell are you doing?

Hey!

- Mattie?

- I'm talking to you!

- Just, oh!

(Cat sighing) (suspenseful music) (duck quacking) (suspenseful music) (Matilda groaning) (duck thudding) (William's body crashing) (William groaning) (Matilda groaning) - Ah.

Thanks.

- What for?

- For letting me draw you.

(William groaning) - William Garnet, I'm arresting you for the murders of Fintan Boyle and Robert Cox.

- [Yetao] Done.

Done.

(gentle music) (birds chirping) (people chattering) (gentle music) (gentle music continues) - You okay, kid?

(gentle music) (car door thudding) (gentle music) So what's gonna happen to Una?

- As Cox knew he was buying fakes, she can't be prosecuted for fraud, and without proof she knew he was laundering stolen money, I doubt any charges will be brought against her.

- And Yetao?

- [Matilda] The evidence that she spiked Boyle's drink is circumstantial.

She'll just get a slap on the wrist.

- Cheers for clearing my name.

- You're welcome.

- Nicest part of the job.

- Keith's gonna be staying down here with me for a while, 'til he gets back on track.

- Be like old times.

- [Vanessa] By the way, Keith, your artwork's (mumbles).

(gentle music) - He's good.

- He was.

- All that talent, such a waste.

- He's really captured you, Mattie.

- I think it looks more like Mum.

(gentle music) (crow cawing) (mysterious music) (thunder rumbling) (light music) (Cat sighing) (light music) (cell phone playing rock music) - Yup?

- Cat, it's Vanessa Mills.

- You all right?

- I am.

So obviously, the gallery opening didn't quite go according to plan, but our website traffic has soared.

- Oh, good.

- So I put up some photos of work from the show, and I have a buyer for one of your pieces, Annie Stone.

Any relation?

- Uh, yeah.

(gentle music) Yeah, yeah, yeah, she is.

(gentle music) Yeah, thanks, Vanessa.

- You're welcome.

(gentle music) - [Narrator] Cat embraced this as a sign she and her estranged daughter might one day reopen their relationship.

But Matilda was about to discover a sold sign that would close a promising line of inquiry into her mother's mysterious disappearance almost as quickly as it had appeared.

(ominous music) (wind whistling) (crow cawing) (car engine rumbling) (ominous music) (object scraping) (ominous music) (mysterious music) (crow cawing) (mysterious music) (twig snapping) - Oh!

George!

You're back.

- Just landed.

Wondered when I might see you, and I looked up, and there you were.

Sorry, are you on a case?

- [Narrator] In that moment, Matilda realized she had nothing to lose by calling the estate agents later to find out what had happened to Edith Bryant.

- No, just curious.

- [Narrator] And perhaps everything to gain by spending time with George.

- Come on, let me buy you a drink.

I want to hear all about your adventures.

- Great.

(gentle music) (gentle music continues) (car door thudding) (car engine rumbling) (crow cawing) (mysterious music) (crow's beak tapping) - [Narrator] While unbeknown to Matilda, less than two miles, 612 yards away, another man with an interest in our heroine also whiled away the evening with her, that evening, and many evenings to come.

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