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Can I have all Thames Valley
police officers back in their cars, please?
There's been a jurisdictional change.
anywhere by now, sir.
Yes, I suppose it could.
You know we're going to
have to ring him, don't you, sir?
No, I do not know that, Maurice.
No one knows the filthy underside
of the art world better than he, sir.
He is the filthy underside.
Why did it have to be art?
Inspector Alastair Martland. MI5.
Martland and I met at Oxford.
with some off-the-record help
with the seedier side
of art collecting.
And in exchange, he gives me
a wide berth to ply my craft.
He is also desperately in love
with my wife.
Rather annoying, really.
What?
Inspector Martland, sir.
What does that blighter want?
Tell him to ring back when my marriage
isn't falling apart.
- No, he's here, sir.
- He is?
Oh, all right. Wheel him in.
- Don't get up.
- I wasn't going to.
Beware the carafe on the top shelf.
It contains water.
Ignoring some of the more
inviting bottles on the drinks tray,
he reached underneath
for the big decanter,
and poured himself a gross amount
of what he thought was my Taylor '31.
Score one for Mortdecai,
for I had filled it with an invalid port
of unbelievable nastiness.
- Oh, excellent.
- Score two.
Bit of cheese to go with that?
I should think the special one, Jock.
What is that infernal thing
on your lip?
Is there a purpose to your presence?
You're in the hole
to Her Majesty's government
to the tune of eight million
quid, old boy.
I had no idea I was so deep
in Her Majesty's hole.
God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God...
That's not natural.
What do you think?
I think this woman
has need of a chiropractor.
Bronwen Fellworthy,
Oxford art restorer. Did you know her?
Slightly. I do recall
a vague memory of her having once,
involuntarily, one would hope,
releasing a fart of such frightening
power and timbre
that I feared she had done herself
a horrible mischief.
Cheese.
Thank you.
Three months ago, a small Spanish museum
sent her a Goya to be cleaned.
Last night she was killed.
Painting has disappeared.
Sad news, particularly for her.
But I don't see
what it has to do with me.
Well, if my men start asking questions,
then the Goya disappears without a trace.
But you, a known trafficker of stolen art,
well, you could make some inquiries.
Why would MI5 be interested
in the theft of a middling Goya?
Emil Strago.
Fundamentalist, revolutionary.
Trained in Syria, fought in Senegal.
He's linked to a number of terror attacks
all around the world.
All right, he's unpleasant.
What of him?
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