Pacific Heat (2016) s01e09 Episode Script
A Brush with Death
1 [slurping.]
- Seriously? - Kale and ginger.
- Why would anyone drink that? - I'm detoxing.
Then why'd you add the vodka? - It's an antioxidant.
- Guys.
That's Kalcharov, all right.
But who's the other guy? - Kwong, I'm sending you some photos.
- [Kwong.]
Got 'em.
- What can you tell us? - You've still got your lens cap on.
- Oh, Jesus.
- [Todd.]
We know who they are.
Time to seal this deal.
- How are we going to do this? - Simple.
A little thing called the element of surprise.
[horn blaring.]
[cyclist.]
You bloody idiot, what are you doing? [dogs barking.]
[man.]
What's going on out there? I think we may have lost the element of surprise.
I was surprised.
[tyres screeching.]
[music.]
It's Kalcharov.
He's getting away! Not on my watch.
- Todd, no! - What? We can't touch them, the car's got diplomatic plates.
Oh, really? Not any more.
[bullets ricocheting.]
[Zac.]
Still got 'em.
- [Todd.]
Not any more.
- [Zac.]
Still.
Yeah, well, not for much longer.
[Zac.]
Yep, still there.
Yeah, hang on.
Actually, can I borrow your gun? Should we just get a screwdriver? [slurping.]
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[chief.]
Hmm, quite a list.
Attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, reckless misconduct.
- Okay, we know Kalcharov's got form.
- That's you! - Oh.
- Damage to consular property, - disturbing the peace.
- Chief, we was just following orders.
Your primary mission was to gather intelligence.
- And we did.
- We know he needs a new car.
His number plates are okay.
All right, leave me to deal with the Russians.
- We've got more pressing matters.
- Sorry about that, Chief.
- Still on the juice cleanse? - I'm fine.
Thank you, Todd.
- You'll get used to it.
- What's up, Chief? What do you know about the Pacific Gallery of Art? - [Todd.]
It's a gallery.
- [Veronica.]
Of art? - [Zac.]
Near the Pacific.
- It's also the venue for this weekend's exhibition of international European masterworks.
- [chief.]
Well done, Maddie.
- We got the other bits! Collectors and buyers from all over the world will be flying in, all with one thing in common.
- [Zac.]
Bowties.
- A love of fine art.
There'll be over 200 major works on display.
But without doubt, the main attraction will be this.
[Maddie gasping.]
Nude with Nude.
- Where have I seen that before? - A buck's party.
- Could've been.
- It's by a painter called [Maddie.]
Eduard Lorenz Van Gaal.
- Hang on, let the chief finish.
- [chief.]
Er, she's right.
18th-century Dutch master.
- Still right? - [chief.]
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, I had him at the 17th, but go with Maddie.
He was one of the greatest artists of his time.
Just look at the interplay of light and colour, the audacity of the brushstrokes This work is actually one of a series.
- [chief.]
Nude at Rest.
- [Maddie.]
Oh.
- [chief.]
Reclining Nude.
- [Maddie.]
Oh! - Two Nudes in a Bath.
- What happened to painting fruit? - Nude with Fruit.
- [Todd.]
There you go.
But Nude with Nude is considered his greatest masterpiece.
The work's on loan to us from the Netherlands government.
- I thought you said it was Dutch.
- Same thing.
- What? - Or Holland - Holland is Dutch-land? - There is no Dutch-land, Todd - But there's Netherland.
- Isn't that Peter Pan? - No, that's Neverland.
- Isn't that Michael Jackson? - Was he Dutch? - Can we just move on? - [Todd.]
Please.
Maddie's confused.
- As you can imagine, the Van Gaal is a highly coveted target for art thieves.
- [Todd.]
Well, I can imagine.
- Which is why we've been asked to assist with security arrangements for the exhibition.
What? You want us to babysit some painting? - Can't someone else do it? - [chief.]
Such as who? I don't know, work experience kids? We don't have work experience kids any more.
- Really? Uh - Remember? So, notice how the skull has exploded outwards with the force of that hollow-point bullet.
Bit different from a normal bullet, isn't it? Who'd like to help me get a sample of brain tissue? [both shuddering.]
Tristan, you're looking pale.
Come on, you get used to it.
[girl crying.]
- Oh, yeah - Besides, I need my best team on the case.
We've already picked up chatter on some darknet sites, that quite a few people have their eyes on this work.
- Any idea who? - Oh, usual suspects.
Russian criminals, Chinese thieves, Saudi lowlifes [Veronica.]
You don't think that's a little racist? - Which bit? - Every bit.
What if we swapped some around? Makes it Russian lowlife.
- Yeah, or Saudi Chinese.
- Bottom line is, we cannot afford for anything to happen to that painting.
And this is our main viewing area here.
- Very impressive, Dr Pemberton.
- Please, call me Dr Pemberton.
- Of course.
- The entire building's alarmed.
Doors, vents, locks, motion-sensors, CO2, you name it.
- Each work individually protected.
- [Maddie.]
Nice.
So, you mean if someone reached out and tried to grab [electricity crackling.]
Ow! Sorry.
Quite a collection you've got here, Dr Pemberton.
[vase shatters.]
Mmm.
Well, as curator, I naturally take great pride in the quality and range of all our exhibits.
Oh, it's absolutely exquisite.
Hmm, you have excellent taste.
It's an early work Vermeer.
A fine example of chiaroscuro.
I see you know your art.
May I ask how? Let's just say, I've had some experience.
Madeline, I have never found a muse quite like you.
May I have a little look? Oh [stammers.]
I thought you said you were a painter.
Painter and decorator.
Mostly houses.
I also fix roofs.
Is it just portraiture on display? No, no, no, we're proud to also have an extensive ceramics collection [electricity buzzing and glass smashing.]
[Zac.]
Ow! next door.
- Yeah, works in there, too.
- So, where's the Van Gaal? - Hmm, the Van Gaal? - Two nude fat chicks.
Oh, through here.
In our extra high-security viewing room.
[beeping.]
Right, just - Ooh, uh, um - [Maddie.]
Problem? Oh, we've had a childproof lock installed.
So it's, um, press the top and the Oh, yep, there we go.
- Oh, my God! - [Dr Pemberton.]
Magnificent, isn't it? - And to see it in the flesh.
- Fair bit of flesh.
[Veronica.]
It's like their butt cheeks follow you 'round the room.
[Todd.]
What did you say it's worth? The work was originally purchased for 520 million [high whistle.]
Dutch guilders.
[low whistle.]
So, a quarter of a million? Ah, but today it's valued at 270 million euros.
- Worth a whistle? - Oh, it's over 300 million US, Todd.
[whistles.]
And is that with or without the frame? How could a bit of paint on canvas be worth 300 million? Todd! It's one of humanity's greatest achievements.
Couple of fatties brushing their hair? Oh, they're not fat, they're voluptuous.
Back in Van Gaal's day, curves were considered a sign of beauty.
- Ah, so when was fat-shaming invented? - Todd! Hey, you're the one drinking kale! As you can see, viewing will take place within this vault.
- Maximum five people at any time.
- Four, if they're voluptuous.
It's fitted with a state-of-the-art system.
Multiple alarms, motion sensors [alarm blaring.]
[horn sounding.]
Pressure pad points.
[alarm ringing.]
[Maddie.]
Zac! All with their own backup power supply, of course.
Anyone enters this vault after hours, and the entire place goes into lockdown.
- Very impressive.
- Yes, I can absolutely assure you, that painting will never leave this vault.
Our system is totally impenetrable.
Really, Doctor? Let's see about that.
[alarm blaring.]
- Todd - [panting.]
I think we've proved our point.
Yes, that you're incapable of breaching their system.
- I almost got there.
- On your fifth attempt.
- And Zac had to hold the ladder.
- Those child locks got you again.
I think we've had enough amusement for one day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an exhibition - opening to prepare for - Doctor, we need to be at that opening.
- Is that really necessary? - It's our job, Doctor.
To make sure nothing happens to that painting.
- Zac! - [Zac.]
Sorry.
- [mispronouncing.]
Canapé? - [woman 1.]
I beg your pardon? - Hors d'oeuvre? - [woman 2.]
I'm terribly sorry, dear, what? - Do youse want a spring roll? - Oh, thank you.
- Jesus.
And you, madam? - Just a celery stick.
- Even undercover? - Shut up.
Red Rabbit, this is Cool Runner.
I've got eyes on.
- Gotcha, Todd.
- Look If we're gonna go to the trouble of radio codenames, - I think the least we could do is use them.
- Sorry, copy that, "Cool Runner.
" [Todd.]
Oh, now you're sounding sarcastic.
- I need a status report.
- I'm low on arancini balls.
A security status report.
Looking for anything suspicious.
- Maddie just had a spring roll.
Yeah.
- Oh, she's cracked! - Okay, are we all in position? - Copy that.
- Copy that.
- [Todd.]
Black Eagle.
- Black eagle.
Zac! - Huh? Oh.
[glasses shattering.]
Copy that.
[clinking.]
On behalf of the gallery board, I'd like to welcome you all to our exhibition.
And if I have any more champagne, I could well end up making an exhibition out of myself.
[crowd laughing.]
- I can't believe this turnout.
- I can't believe that got a laugh.
I've got a bad feeling about this, Todd.
So many people, any of them could be out to get the painting.
- [Todd.]
Wow.
- Can we keep our mind on the job? - You said anything suspicious.
- What's suspicious about her? I've tried catching her eye, and she's not paying me any attention.
- Maybe she's not interested in you? - I don't buy it.
- Now, she's leaving.
- Todd.
Maybe give her a lift, buy her a drink, get some information.
- What information? - Er, her phone number, in case we, um [electricity sparks.]
[crowd gasps.]
What's happening? [silenced gunshot.]
- People, I need a status report.
- I'm out of spring rolls, too! - [Todd.]
Maddie? - [Maddie.]
We've lost power.
[Todd.]
Zac, where are you? [glass shattering.]
[Zac.]
Here.
[woman screaming.]
Oh, my God.
You won't believe what's missing.
That girl? I knew I should've followed her.
No, the Van Gaal! - The Van Gaal? And the girl? - And the spring rolls.
- [Todd.]
What's going on? - [Maddie.]
He's been shot.
My guess is someone was after the Van Gaal.
He must've tried to stop them.
- What's going on? - It's okay, Dr Pemberton.
We have everything under control.
- The guard? - Shot.
- [Dr Pemberton.]
The Van Gaal? - Missing.
- Er, the person responsible? - Yet to identify them.
When we said "everything under control", obviously a few loose ends.
This room is now a crime scene, Dr P.
We need you to step outside.
Oh, my God, we are in so much trouble.
Calm down, let's think this through.
We need to look for clues.
Yeah.
Yeah, clues Hang on, what's this? - Carpet fluff.
- [Todd.]
Could be a clue.
Better get it down to forensics.
- Hang on, what's this? - More carpet fluff? - [Maddie.]
Some sort of RFID chip.
- [Todd.]
Of course.
- An [mumbling.]
- RFID.
Radio Frequency Identification.
[mumbling.]
Yes, that's it! The old what was it again? RFID chip.
You know what it does? Yes, but you may as well explain to the others.
RFID chips are used to electronically monitor objects.
- [Todd.]
Yes.
- Each chip emits a unique identifying code - Oh.
- that allows its location to be remotely tracked.
Exactly.
We need to get this down to the lab.
- Kwong? - I pulled all the CCTV footage.
Here's the viewing room, time-stamped.
1800 hours.
Original is there.
1815, 1815 and ten seconds - [Todd.]
Not too fast, let's be thorough - 1815 and 20 seconds.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! - [Todd.]
All right, skip forward a bit.
[Kwong.]
This is moments before the blackout.
- [Maddie.]
Who's that? - [Kwong.]
I can't get a clear angle.
[Kwong.]
His face is obscured.
- [Kwong.]
Then, there's the blackout.
- [Maddie.]
Dead end.
Wait a second.
Rewind Bit more, more Stop! Now, zoom in.
- Zoom in.
Bit more.
- Are you trying to get her nametag, Todd? - Well, have you got a better idea? - Yes.
Let's hit the streets.
Yeah [mutters.]
Angela! [Maddie.]
Well, well, well.
If it ain't our favourite taco truck owners.
[Todd.]
Have you got a permit for this thing? No, Mr Todd, we don't want no trouble.
Yeah, we're just minding our own business.
We had nothing to do with those missing cigarettes.
Look, we're not here about the theft of cigarettes.
Oh, good.
You wanna buy some? We want to know about some missing art.
It's a work by Van Gaal.
Yeah, I wouldn't get bogged down in details.
The Dutch impressionist? Renowned for his free and energetic depiction of urban life? - Er, Maddie? Yes.
- Yes.
It's mainly two fat chicks on a rug.
- [both.]
No, we don't know nothin'.
- [Maddie.]
Come on, guys.
Sounds like you've heard something.
What's the word on the street? No? Maybe this'll loosen your tongues.
Zac? [gun cocks.]
[Todd.]
No, Zac, not the gun! Money! - Oh.
- We'll need a receipt.
Okay, this is all we've heard.
Some foreign guy's in town.
- French.
- Nah, not French! What's the other place? You know, next to France.
- Holland? Netherlands? - Oh, let's not do this again.
Belgium.
He's been asking 'round about the painting.
This Belgian guy got a name? - [woman.]
Yeah.
- Okay, that's all we need to know.
- No, we need to know his name.
- Oh, yeah, we need to know - What's his name? - Pierre.
All we need to know.
Come on.
- And his last name? - Oh, yeah, sorry, his last name.
- And that.
- De Bruin.
Okay is that all we need to know? - Yes.
- [chuckles.]
Okay.
[Maddie.]
Okay, Kwong, what can you tell us? - Coffee's a little strong.
- About the case.
Checked with Immigration.
The Belgian you're after is Pierre De Bruin.
- [Todd.]
So, middle name, "De".
- [Maddie.]
Good work, Kwong.
And that lady from the gallery you were interested in - Todd! - Only if she had the time.
- It is Angela.
- Oh.
So, what do you know about this De Bruin guy? He's one of the most notorious art thieves in the world.
Interpol have connected him to a string of high-end robberies in Europe.
Brilliant, elusive, this guy's meticulous in planning and execution.
[Veronica.]
He's got his jacket buttoned up wrong.
According to Customs, he arrived here a few days ago.
- The question is, what for? - Well, isn't it obvious? If only we could put the pieces together.
- He's here to steal the Van Gaal! - Of course, it's obvious.
Kwong, can we see the CCTV footage from the gallery? - [Todd.]
Yeah, not that shot.
- [Maddie.]
Go back earlier.
- [Maddie gasps.]
There.
- [Todd.]
Oh.
[Maddie.]
He was in the viewing room moments before the blackout.
Kwong, any idea where he's staying? Right here.
On board his luxury yacht.
Wait a minute, international art thief, in town same time as exhibition? - This is our guy! - Yeah.
- You worked it out? VJ? Zac? - Yes.
- [Veronica.]
Yep.
- Sorry, Todd.
It's my guess that yacht is where the painting will be.
Then we've got to somehow get on board.
But how? There's no way we'll get a warrant.
Fortunately, De Bruin has one weakness, pretty women.
- Mmm, then all we need is some bait.
- [Maddie.]
No.
- Forget it.
- Aw, come on.
- No bikinis.
- Or G-string.
Well, just distract him long enough for us to search the yacht.
- How do we look? - [Todd.]
Good.
- [Zac.]
Fine.
- [Todd.]
Little on the voluptuous side.
- Who're you calling voluptuous? - [Todd.]
Shh, there's De Bruin.
Good afternoon, ladies.
- [Maddie.]
Hello.
- [Veronica.]
Good day.
- [Maddie.]
Is this your big boat? - Who's asking? Just a couple of big boat lovers.
Any chance of coming on board for a big drink? Or for whatever [both laughing.]
[all chuckling.]
Well, it is a private yacht.
But in the case of such voluptuous beauty - [both.]
Hey - I'm sure I can make an exception.
[Maddie.]
Great.
Looks like the dog has just taken the bone.
Come on, let's get moving.
[both laughing nervously.]
So, what brings you to town, Mr Uh Mr Andersen.
Gustav Andersen.
I am a collector.
For some, art is a commodity to be bought and sold.
- [Maddie.]
But for you? - It is a desire.
[Maddie chuckles nervously.]
Still, I guess it is human nature to want what one cannot have.
- And to have what one cannot desire.
- That makes no sense.
- I was just trying to keep up.
- Right.
But enough talk.
It is tiresome, and I prefer threesome.
- As in - Yes.
- Yeah, got it.
- Just checking.
- Any chance of getting a drink first? - But of course.
[grunting.]
- For you, my dear.
- Oh, thank you.
- And you? - Oh, I'm good.
She's on a cleanse.
So, why don't we all get to know each other a little better? - [laughs nervously.]
Sure.
- Perhaps we could play a game? - Oh, um, okay - Oh, I've got a game we can play.
All three of us.
[Pierre chuckling.]
[door clicking.]
It's locked.
What are we going to do? Any ideas? No! [cocks gun.]
- Any quiet ideas? - Oh.
[camera clicks.]
[beeps.]
Kwong? We need a number.
[Kwong.]
Yeah, I got it for you.
You can ring her on - No, no, not Angela's number - You don't want it? Yeah, yeah, but later.
We need a keypad code.
Just sent it through.
Scanning databases now.
- Not easy, it's triple encrypted.
- [Todd.]
Damn.
So how long will it take you? Uh, about an hour and five minutes? Does that involve a lunch break? - Um yep.
- Kwong! - I've got low blood sugar levels.
- Well, I Ugh! - Any ideas? Shh! - You didn't say quiet ideas.
And seven, no trumps.
You win again.
What is that noise? [thud.]
- Probably nothing.
Seagulls? - Penguins.
- Sounded like a person.
- [both.]
No! - [Zac.]
Ow! - Anyway, your call.
Perhaps it is time for another game.
You know what I want? - A shower? - Deck quoits? - Come to me.
- Ah-ha.
[grunts.]
Zac, we've gotta get it open.
- Sure thing.
- Good.
Great.
That's it.
Uh-huh.
Are you just spinning that dial at random? - Isn't that how you do it? - Let me have a try.
[muttering.]
Back [lock clicking.]
A-ha! - What? It's empty! - Empty.
- [Maddie.]
Empty? - [Todd.]
It doesn't make sense.
De Bruin must have the painting.
That's what he's here for.
[loud whirring.]
But you couldn't find it anywhere on his yacht.
- I'm telling you, that guy is smart.
- We beat him in Trivial Pursuit.
So, if De Bruin doesn't have the painting, who does? - Oh, I'm exhausted.
- Mmm-hmm.
Maybe we should all take a break, come back tomorrow.
- What? It's 4:30 in the afternoon.
- Ah, beat the traffic.
- Are you having a drink with that lady? - She contacted me! - [Kwong.]
Guys! - Yeah? Been looking at that evidence you brought back from the gallery, and I found something interesting - The carpet fluff? I knew it! - This RFID chip.
Turns out they are routinely hidden inside the frames of valuable works, so they can be tracked.
- And this one must've fallen out.
- What? No, take a look.
[Maddie.]
Kwong? Are they tweezer marks? - Yep.
- You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - It's been deliberately removed.
- Well, let her finish.
[Kwong.]
It's been deliberately removed.
- So, what you're saying is - Exactly.
Exactly what? I mean, just for the others.
- [Zac.]
Clear to me.
- [Veronica.]
We get it.
It means the thief must've known about it.
- Known about what? - [all.]
The chip! All right, I'm just trying to help you guys get up to speed.
But the only person who would've known where to find the chip was Dr Pemberton.
The gallery curator? - Why would he steal his own painting? - Hang on, guys.
Remember what Dr Pemberton said to us? - "Stop parking in my spot"? - No.
- "Does this bowtie make my neck look fat"? - No.
"Don't go near my f-ing vases again"? He said, "That painting will never leave this vault.
" - And then, he smirked! - Ah - What if the painting is still there? - You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? The painting might still be there! - Ah - Come on, let's go.
So he smirked - Well, well.
- [Todd.]
What is it? More fluff? - Ah! - [Todd.]
The Van Gaal, of course.
Pemberton hid the Van Gaal to make it look like it had been stolen.
- But it was here all along.
- Yeah, we got it.
- Sorry, Todd.
- But where does the carpet fluff fit in? So Dr Pemberton's our man.
[gun cocks.]
[all.]
Dr Pemberton! So it seems my little plan has been exposed.
- You're under arrest.
- I think not.
Hands up.
- Are you planning to shoot us? - How uncouth.
Seeing as you are such art lovers, I shall leave you in here.
With 15 minutes of oxygen.
[Veronica gasps.]
And when they open the vault tomorrow, they'll find four incompetent police officers.
- Dead.
- Who? - Us.
- Oh.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an eager buyer waiting at the docks.
- De Bruin.
- Well, given you're all about to die, I guess there's no harm in further incriminating myself, yes, De Bruin.
You'll never get away with this, Pemberton.
May I remind you, inside this vault, your phones do not work, and no one can hear you scream.
- Yeah, you might get away with it.
- But, alas, I must away.
- We'll never get out of here.
- Don't be so sure.
[bullet ricocheting wildly.]
Pass me your gun.
[bullets ricocheting.]
[gun clicks.]
Give me another one.
Todd, that door is triple-reinforced steel.
Just one more.
[bullets ricocheting.]
- We need a plan.
- Maybe we could set off an alarm.
- One idea.
What else? - [Zac.]
Set off an alarm.
- That was Maddie's idea.
- It's a good idea.
Well, hang on, you haven't heard mine yet.
- What is it? - We set off an alarm! - That's the same idea.
- But a different alarm.
How many ideas now? [bullet ricochets.]
[alarm ringing.]
[horn blaring.]
[tyres screeching.]
- They're getting away! - Oh, my God.
They're not free until they reach international waters.
- But how are we gonna stop them? - Guys, look! - Of course, the old kiosk! - No.
- The lobster pots? - No.
- Seagulls? - No! - Is he getting warmer? - There.
- [Maddie.]
Jet Skis! - [Zac.]
I didn't see those.
Guys, I just had an idea! - We can use the Jet Skis! - Yep, got it.
- Really? - Sorry, Todd.
So, 300 million dollars.
Shall I make it non-negotiable? Well, I'll, uh, need to check! [both chuckling.]
[guns cocking.]
[Todd.]
Seriously, this guy's material is awful.
- Not so fast, Dr Pemberton.
- You can't do this.
You have no jurisdiction.
We're in international waters.
- [Maddie.]
Not so.
- [both.]
What? - [Todd.]
What? - We've been remotely adjusting your GPS.
Have we? What? That's right! You've been sailing in circles.
- Nice one, Kwong.
- [Kwong.]
Copy that.
- You mean - [Todd.]
Yes.
This yacht is currently about to crash? [all exclaiming.]
[music.]
So, I received this special thank you from the Dutch government.
Oh, that's great, Chief.
- And this bill from the boat's insurers.
- It was Kwong's fault.
So the painting is safely back in the Netherlands.
- Dr Pemberton's confessed to everything.
- Maddie's back on the carbs.
- And Todd got a date with Angela.
- Shh.
But the main thing is, we've solved the case.
And most importantly, Pierre De Bruin is safely behind bars.
[Todd.]
Well done, everyone.
[guard.]
Looks like everyone's safely locked up for the night.
Let's go home.
It is time to van Gogh [woman.]
Nah, not French!
- Seriously? - Kale and ginger.
- Why would anyone drink that? - I'm detoxing.
Then why'd you add the vodka? - It's an antioxidant.
- Guys.
That's Kalcharov, all right.
But who's the other guy? - Kwong, I'm sending you some photos.
- [Kwong.]
Got 'em.
- What can you tell us? - You've still got your lens cap on.
- Oh, Jesus.
- [Todd.]
We know who they are.
Time to seal this deal.
- How are we going to do this? - Simple.
A little thing called the element of surprise.
[horn blaring.]
[cyclist.]
You bloody idiot, what are you doing? [dogs barking.]
[man.]
What's going on out there? I think we may have lost the element of surprise.
I was surprised.
[tyres screeching.]
[music.]
It's Kalcharov.
He's getting away! Not on my watch.
- Todd, no! - What? We can't touch them, the car's got diplomatic plates.
Oh, really? Not any more.
[bullets ricocheting.]
[Zac.]
Still got 'em.
- [Todd.]
Not any more.
- [Zac.]
Still.
Yeah, well, not for much longer.
[Zac.]
Yep, still there.
Yeah, hang on.
Actually, can I borrow your gun? Should we just get a screwdriver? [slurping.]
[theme music playing.]
[music.]
[chief.]
Hmm, quite a list.
Attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, reckless misconduct.
- Okay, we know Kalcharov's got form.
- That's you! - Oh.
- Damage to consular property, - disturbing the peace.
- Chief, we was just following orders.
Your primary mission was to gather intelligence.
- And we did.
- We know he needs a new car.
His number plates are okay.
All right, leave me to deal with the Russians.
- We've got more pressing matters.
- Sorry about that, Chief.
- Still on the juice cleanse? - I'm fine.
Thank you, Todd.
- You'll get used to it.
- What's up, Chief? What do you know about the Pacific Gallery of Art? - [Todd.]
It's a gallery.
- [Veronica.]
Of art? - [Zac.]
Near the Pacific.
- It's also the venue for this weekend's exhibition of international European masterworks.
- [chief.]
Well done, Maddie.
- We got the other bits! Collectors and buyers from all over the world will be flying in, all with one thing in common.
- [Zac.]
Bowties.
- A love of fine art.
There'll be over 200 major works on display.
But without doubt, the main attraction will be this.
[Maddie gasping.]
Nude with Nude.
- Where have I seen that before? - A buck's party.
- Could've been.
- It's by a painter called [Maddie.]
Eduard Lorenz Van Gaal.
- Hang on, let the chief finish.
- [chief.]
Er, she's right.
18th-century Dutch master.
- Still right? - [chief.]
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, I had him at the 17th, but go with Maddie.
He was one of the greatest artists of his time.
Just look at the interplay of light and colour, the audacity of the brushstrokes This work is actually one of a series.
- [chief.]
Nude at Rest.
- [Maddie.]
Oh.
- [chief.]
Reclining Nude.
- [Maddie.]
Oh! - Two Nudes in a Bath.
- What happened to painting fruit? - Nude with Fruit.
- [Todd.]
There you go.
But Nude with Nude is considered his greatest masterpiece.
The work's on loan to us from the Netherlands government.
- I thought you said it was Dutch.
- Same thing.
- What? - Or Holland - Holland is Dutch-land? - There is no Dutch-land, Todd - But there's Netherland.
- Isn't that Peter Pan? - No, that's Neverland.
- Isn't that Michael Jackson? - Was he Dutch? - Can we just move on? - [Todd.]
Please.
Maddie's confused.
- As you can imagine, the Van Gaal is a highly coveted target for art thieves.
- [Todd.]
Well, I can imagine.
- Which is why we've been asked to assist with security arrangements for the exhibition.
What? You want us to babysit some painting? - Can't someone else do it? - [chief.]
Such as who? I don't know, work experience kids? We don't have work experience kids any more.
- Really? Uh - Remember? So, notice how the skull has exploded outwards with the force of that hollow-point bullet.
Bit different from a normal bullet, isn't it? Who'd like to help me get a sample of brain tissue? [both shuddering.]
Tristan, you're looking pale.
Come on, you get used to it.
[girl crying.]
- Oh, yeah - Besides, I need my best team on the case.
We've already picked up chatter on some darknet sites, that quite a few people have their eyes on this work.
- Any idea who? - Oh, usual suspects.
Russian criminals, Chinese thieves, Saudi lowlifes [Veronica.]
You don't think that's a little racist? - Which bit? - Every bit.
What if we swapped some around? Makes it Russian lowlife.
- Yeah, or Saudi Chinese.
- Bottom line is, we cannot afford for anything to happen to that painting.
And this is our main viewing area here.
- Very impressive, Dr Pemberton.
- Please, call me Dr Pemberton.
- Of course.
- The entire building's alarmed.
Doors, vents, locks, motion-sensors, CO2, you name it.
- Each work individually protected.
- [Maddie.]
Nice.
So, you mean if someone reached out and tried to grab [electricity crackling.]
Ow! Sorry.
Quite a collection you've got here, Dr Pemberton.
[vase shatters.]
Mmm.
Well, as curator, I naturally take great pride in the quality and range of all our exhibits.
Oh, it's absolutely exquisite.
Hmm, you have excellent taste.
It's an early work Vermeer.
A fine example of chiaroscuro.
I see you know your art.
May I ask how? Let's just say, I've had some experience.
Madeline, I have never found a muse quite like you.
May I have a little look? Oh [stammers.]
I thought you said you were a painter.
Painter and decorator.
Mostly houses.
I also fix roofs.
Is it just portraiture on display? No, no, no, we're proud to also have an extensive ceramics collection [electricity buzzing and glass smashing.]
[Zac.]
Ow! next door.
- Yeah, works in there, too.
- So, where's the Van Gaal? - Hmm, the Van Gaal? - Two nude fat chicks.
Oh, through here.
In our extra high-security viewing room.
[beeping.]
Right, just - Ooh, uh, um - [Maddie.]
Problem? Oh, we've had a childproof lock installed.
So it's, um, press the top and the Oh, yep, there we go.
- Oh, my God! - [Dr Pemberton.]
Magnificent, isn't it? - And to see it in the flesh.
- Fair bit of flesh.
[Veronica.]
It's like their butt cheeks follow you 'round the room.
[Todd.]
What did you say it's worth? The work was originally purchased for 520 million [high whistle.]
Dutch guilders.
[low whistle.]
So, a quarter of a million? Ah, but today it's valued at 270 million euros.
- Worth a whistle? - Oh, it's over 300 million US, Todd.
[whistles.]
And is that with or without the frame? How could a bit of paint on canvas be worth 300 million? Todd! It's one of humanity's greatest achievements.
Couple of fatties brushing their hair? Oh, they're not fat, they're voluptuous.
Back in Van Gaal's day, curves were considered a sign of beauty.
- Ah, so when was fat-shaming invented? - Todd! Hey, you're the one drinking kale! As you can see, viewing will take place within this vault.
- Maximum five people at any time.
- Four, if they're voluptuous.
It's fitted with a state-of-the-art system.
Multiple alarms, motion sensors [alarm blaring.]
[horn sounding.]
Pressure pad points.
[alarm ringing.]
[Maddie.]
Zac! All with their own backup power supply, of course.
Anyone enters this vault after hours, and the entire place goes into lockdown.
- Very impressive.
- Yes, I can absolutely assure you, that painting will never leave this vault.
Our system is totally impenetrable.
Really, Doctor? Let's see about that.
[alarm blaring.]
- Todd - [panting.]
I think we've proved our point.
Yes, that you're incapable of breaching their system.
- I almost got there.
- On your fifth attempt.
- And Zac had to hold the ladder.
- Those child locks got you again.
I think we've had enough amusement for one day.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an exhibition - opening to prepare for - Doctor, we need to be at that opening.
- Is that really necessary? - It's our job, Doctor.
To make sure nothing happens to that painting.
- Zac! - [Zac.]
Sorry.
- [mispronouncing.]
Canapé? - [woman 1.]
I beg your pardon? - Hors d'oeuvre? - [woman 2.]
I'm terribly sorry, dear, what? - Do youse want a spring roll? - Oh, thank you.
- Jesus.
And you, madam? - Just a celery stick.
- Even undercover? - Shut up.
Red Rabbit, this is Cool Runner.
I've got eyes on.
- Gotcha, Todd.
- Look If we're gonna go to the trouble of radio codenames, - I think the least we could do is use them.
- Sorry, copy that, "Cool Runner.
" [Todd.]
Oh, now you're sounding sarcastic.
- I need a status report.
- I'm low on arancini balls.
A security status report.
Looking for anything suspicious.
- Maddie just had a spring roll.
Yeah.
- Oh, she's cracked! - Okay, are we all in position? - Copy that.
- Copy that.
- [Todd.]
Black Eagle.
- Black eagle.
Zac! - Huh? Oh.
[glasses shattering.]
Copy that.
[clinking.]
On behalf of the gallery board, I'd like to welcome you all to our exhibition.
And if I have any more champagne, I could well end up making an exhibition out of myself.
[crowd laughing.]
- I can't believe this turnout.
- I can't believe that got a laugh.
I've got a bad feeling about this, Todd.
So many people, any of them could be out to get the painting.
- [Todd.]
Wow.
- Can we keep our mind on the job? - You said anything suspicious.
- What's suspicious about her? I've tried catching her eye, and she's not paying me any attention.
- Maybe she's not interested in you? - I don't buy it.
- Now, she's leaving.
- Todd.
Maybe give her a lift, buy her a drink, get some information.
- What information? - Er, her phone number, in case we, um [electricity sparks.]
[crowd gasps.]
What's happening? [silenced gunshot.]
- People, I need a status report.
- I'm out of spring rolls, too! - [Todd.]
Maddie? - [Maddie.]
We've lost power.
[Todd.]
Zac, where are you? [glass shattering.]
[Zac.]
Here.
[woman screaming.]
Oh, my God.
You won't believe what's missing.
That girl? I knew I should've followed her.
No, the Van Gaal! - The Van Gaal? And the girl? - And the spring rolls.
- [Todd.]
What's going on? - [Maddie.]
He's been shot.
My guess is someone was after the Van Gaal.
He must've tried to stop them.
- What's going on? - It's okay, Dr Pemberton.
We have everything under control.
- The guard? - Shot.
- [Dr Pemberton.]
The Van Gaal? - Missing.
- Er, the person responsible? - Yet to identify them.
When we said "everything under control", obviously a few loose ends.
This room is now a crime scene, Dr P.
We need you to step outside.
Oh, my God, we are in so much trouble.
Calm down, let's think this through.
We need to look for clues.
Yeah.
Yeah, clues Hang on, what's this? - Carpet fluff.
- [Todd.]
Could be a clue.
Better get it down to forensics.
- Hang on, what's this? - More carpet fluff? - [Maddie.]
Some sort of RFID chip.
- [Todd.]
Of course.
- An [mumbling.]
- RFID.
Radio Frequency Identification.
[mumbling.]
Yes, that's it! The old what was it again? RFID chip.
You know what it does? Yes, but you may as well explain to the others.
RFID chips are used to electronically monitor objects.
- [Todd.]
Yes.
- Each chip emits a unique identifying code - Oh.
- that allows its location to be remotely tracked.
Exactly.
We need to get this down to the lab.
- Kwong? - I pulled all the CCTV footage.
Here's the viewing room, time-stamped.
1800 hours.
Original is there.
1815, 1815 and ten seconds - [Todd.]
Not too fast, let's be thorough - 1815 and 20 seconds.
- [Maddie.]
Todd! - [Todd.]
All right, skip forward a bit.
[Kwong.]
This is moments before the blackout.
- [Maddie.]
Who's that? - [Kwong.]
I can't get a clear angle.
[Kwong.]
His face is obscured.
- [Kwong.]
Then, there's the blackout.
- [Maddie.]
Dead end.
Wait a second.
Rewind Bit more, more Stop! Now, zoom in.
- Zoom in.
Bit more.
- Are you trying to get her nametag, Todd? - Well, have you got a better idea? - Yes.
Let's hit the streets.
Yeah [mutters.]
Angela! [Maddie.]
Well, well, well.
If it ain't our favourite taco truck owners.
[Todd.]
Have you got a permit for this thing? No, Mr Todd, we don't want no trouble.
Yeah, we're just minding our own business.
We had nothing to do with those missing cigarettes.
Look, we're not here about the theft of cigarettes.
Oh, good.
You wanna buy some? We want to know about some missing art.
It's a work by Van Gaal.
Yeah, I wouldn't get bogged down in details.
The Dutch impressionist? Renowned for his free and energetic depiction of urban life? - Er, Maddie? Yes.
- Yes.
It's mainly two fat chicks on a rug.
- [both.]
No, we don't know nothin'.
- [Maddie.]
Come on, guys.
Sounds like you've heard something.
What's the word on the street? No? Maybe this'll loosen your tongues.
Zac? [gun cocks.]
[Todd.]
No, Zac, not the gun! Money! - Oh.
- We'll need a receipt.
Okay, this is all we've heard.
Some foreign guy's in town.
- French.
- Nah, not French! What's the other place? You know, next to France.
- Holland? Netherlands? - Oh, let's not do this again.
Belgium.
He's been asking 'round about the painting.
This Belgian guy got a name? - [woman.]
Yeah.
- Okay, that's all we need to know.
- No, we need to know his name.
- Oh, yeah, we need to know - What's his name? - Pierre.
All we need to know.
Come on.
- And his last name? - Oh, yeah, sorry, his last name.
- And that.
- De Bruin.
Okay is that all we need to know? - Yes.
- [chuckles.]
Okay.
[Maddie.]
Okay, Kwong, what can you tell us? - Coffee's a little strong.
- About the case.
Checked with Immigration.
The Belgian you're after is Pierre De Bruin.
- [Todd.]
So, middle name, "De".
- [Maddie.]
Good work, Kwong.
And that lady from the gallery you were interested in - Todd! - Only if she had the time.
- It is Angela.
- Oh.
So, what do you know about this De Bruin guy? He's one of the most notorious art thieves in the world.
Interpol have connected him to a string of high-end robberies in Europe.
Brilliant, elusive, this guy's meticulous in planning and execution.
[Veronica.]
He's got his jacket buttoned up wrong.
According to Customs, he arrived here a few days ago.
- The question is, what for? - Well, isn't it obvious? If only we could put the pieces together.
- He's here to steal the Van Gaal! - Of course, it's obvious.
Kwong, can we see the CCTV footage from the gallery? - [Todd.]
Yeah, not that shot.
- [Maddie.]
Go back earlier.
- [Maddie gasps.]
There.
- [Todd.]
Oh.
[Maddie.]
He was in the viewing room moments before the blackout.
Kwong, any idea where he's staying? Right here.
On board his luxury yacht.
Wait a minute, international art thief, in town same time as exhibition? - This is our guy! - Yeah.
- You worked it out? VJ? Zac? - Yes.
- [Veronica.]
Yep.
- Sorry, Todd.
It's my guess that yacht is where the painting will be.
Then we've got to somehow get on board.
But how? There's no way we'll get a warrant.
Fortunately, De Bruin has one weakness, pretty women.
- Mmm, then all we need is some bait.
- [Maddie.]
No.
- Forget it.
- Aw, come on.
- No bikinis.
- Or G-string.
Well, just distract him long enough for us to search the yacht.
- How do we look? - [Todd.]
Good.
- [Zac.]
Fine.
- [Todd.]
Little on the voluptuous side.
- Who're you calling voluptuous? - [Todd.]
Shh, there's De Bruin.
Good afternoon, ladies.
- [Maddie.]
Hello.
- [Veronica.]
Good day.
- [Maddie.]
Is this your big boat? - Who's asking? Just a couple of big boat lovers.
Any chance of coming on board for a big drink? Or for whatever [both laughing.]
[all chuckling.]
Well, it is a private yacht.
But in the case of such voluptuous beauty - [both.]
Hey - I'm sure I can make an exception.
[Maddie.]
Great.
Looks like the dog has just taken the bone.
Come on, let's get moving.
[both laughing nervously.]
So, what brings you to town, Mr Uh Mr Andersen.
Gustav Andersen.
I am a collector.
For some, art is a commodity to be bought and sold.
- [Maddie.]
But for you? - It is a desire.
[Maddie chuckles nervously.]
Still, I guess it is human nature to want what one cannot have.
- And to have what one cannot desire.
- That makes no sense.
- I was just trying to keep up.
- Right.
But enough talk.
It is tiresome, and I prefer threesome.
- As in - Yes.
- Yeah, got it.
- Just checking.
- Any chance of getting a drink first? - But of course.
[grunting.]
- For you, my dear.
- Oh, thank you.
- And you? - Oh, I'm good.
She's on a cleanse.
So, why don't we all get to know each other a little better? - [laughs nervously.]
Sure.
- Perhaps we could play a game? - Oh, um, okay - Oh, I've got a game we can play.
All three of us.
[Pierre chuckling.]
[door clicking.]
It's locked.
What are we going to do? Any ideas? No! [cocks gun.]
- Any quiet ideas? - Oh.
[camera clicks.]
[beeps.]
Kwong? We need a number.
[Kwong.]
Yeah, I got it for you.
You can ring her on - No, no, not Angela's number - You don't want it? Yeah, yeah, but later.
We need a keypad code.
Just sent it through.
Scanning databases now.
- Not easy, it's triple encrypted.
- [Todd.]
Damn.
So how long will it take you? Uh, about an hour and five minutes? Does that involve a lunch break? - Um yep.
- Kwong! - I've got low blood sugar levels.
- Well, I Ugh! - Any ideas? Shh! - You didn't say quiet ideas.
And seven, no trumps.
You win again.
What is that noise? [thud.]
- Probably nothing.
Seagulls? - Penguins.
- Sounded like a person.
- [both.]
No! - [Zac.]
Ow! - Anyway, your call.
Perhaps it is time for another game.
You know what I want? - A shower? - Deck quoits? - Come to me.
- Ah-ha.
[grunts.]
Zac, we've gotta get it open.
- Sure thing.
- Good.
Great.
That's it.
Uh-huh.
Are you just spinning that dial at random? - Isn't that how you do it? - Let me have a try.
[muttering.]
Back [lock clicking.]
A-ha! - What? It's empty! - Empty.
- [Maddie.]
Empty? - [Todd.]
It doesn't make sense.
De Bruin must have the painting.
That's what he's here for.
[loud whirring.]
But you couldn't find it anywhere on his yacht.
- I'm telling you, that guy is smart.
- We beat him in Trivial Pursuit.
So, if De Bruin doesn't have the painting, who does? - Oh, I'm exhausted.
- Mmm-hmm.
Maybe we should all take a break, come back tomorrow.
- What? It's 4:30 in the afternoon.
- Ah, beat the traffic.
- Are you having a drink with that lady? - She contacted me! - [Kwong.]
Guys! - Yeah? Been looking at that evidence you brought back from the gallery, and I found something interesting - The carpet fluff? I knew it! - This RFID chip.
Turns out they are routinely hidden inside the frames of valuable works, so they can be tracked.
- And this one must've fallen out.
- What? No, take a look.
[Maddie.]
Kwong? Are they tweezer marks? - Yep.
- You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? - It's been deliberately removed.
- Well, let her finish.
[Kwong.]
It's been deliberately removed.
- So, what you're saying is - Exactly.
Exactly what? I mean, just for the others.
- [Zac.]
Clear to me.
- [Veronica.]
We get it.
It means the thief must've known about it.
- Known about what? - [all.]
The chip! All right, I'm just trying to help you guys get up to speed.
But the only person who would've known where to find the chip was Dr Pemberton.
The gallery curator? - Why would he steal his own painting? - Hang on, guys.
Remember what Dr Pemberton said to us? - "Stop parking in my spot"? - No.
- "Does this bowtie make my neck look fat"? - No.
"Don't go near my f-ing vases again"? He said, "That painting will never leave this vault.
" - And then, he smirked! - Ah - What if the painting is still there? - You mean - Exactly.
- Exactly what? The painting might still be there! - Ah - Come on, let's go.
So he smirked - Well, well.
- [Todd.]
What is it? More fluff? - Ah! - [Todd.]
The Van Gaal, of course.
Pemberton hid the Van Gaal to make it look like it had been stolen.
- But it was here all along.
- Yeah, we got it.
- Sorry, Todd.
- But where does the carpet fluff fit in? So Dr Pemberton's our man.
[gun cocks.]
[all.]
Dr Pemberton! So it seems my little plan has been exposed.
- You're under arrest.
- I think not.
Hands up.
- Are you planning to shoot us? - How uncouth.
Seeing as you are such art lovers, I shall leave you in here.
With 15 minutes of oxygen.
[Veronica gasps.]
And when they open the vault tomorrow, they'll find four incompetent police officers.
- Dead.
- Who? - Us.
- Oh.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an eager buyer waiting at the docks.
- De Bruin.
- Well, given you're all about to die, I guess there's no harm in further incriminating myself, yes, De Bruin.
You'll never get away with this, Pemberton.
May I remind you, inside this vault, your phones do not work, and no one can hear you scream.
- Yeah, you might get away with it.
- But, alas, I must away.
- We'll never get out of here.
- Don't be so sure.
[bullet ricocheting wildly.]
Pass me your gun.
[bullets ricocheting.]
[gun clicks.]
Give me another one.
Todd, that door is triple-reinforced steel.
Just one more.
[bullets ricocheting.]
- We need a plan.
- Maybe we could set off an alarm.
- One idea.
What else? - [Zac.]
Set off an alarm.
- That was Maddie's idea.
- It's a good idea.
Well, hang on, you haven't heard mine yet.
- What is it? - We set off an alarm! - That's the same idea.
- But a different alarm.
How many ideas now? [bullet ricochets.]
[alarm ringing.]
[horn blaring.]
[tyres screeching.]
- They're getting away! - Oh, my God.
They're not free until they reach international waters.
- But how are we gonna stop them? - Guys, look! - Of course, the old kiosk! - No.
- The lobster pots? - No.
- Seagulls? - No! - Is he getting warmer? - There.
- [Maddie.]
Jet Skis! - [Zac.]
I didn't see those.
Guys, I just had an idea! - We can use the Jet Skis! - Yep, got it.
- Really? - Sorry, Todd.
So, 300 million dollars.
Shall I make it non-negotiable? Well, I'll, uh, need to check! [both chuckling.]
[guns cocking.]
[Todd.]
Seriously, this guy's material is awful.
- Not so fast, Dr Pemberton.
- You can't do this.
You have no jurisdiction.
We're in international waters.
- [Maddie.]
Not so.
- [both.]
What? - [Todd.]
What? - We've been remotely adjusting your GPS.
Have we? What? That's right! You've been sailing in circles.
- Nice one, Kwong.
- [Kwong.]
Copy that.
- You mean - [Todd.]
Yes.
This yacht is currently about to crash? [all exclaiming.]
[music.]
So, I received this special thank you from the Dutch government.
Oh, that's great, Chief.
- And this bill from the boat's insurers.
- It was Kwong's fault.
So the painting is safely back in the Netherlands.
- Dr Pemberton's confessed to everything.
- Maddie's back on the carbs.
- And Todd got a date with Angela.
- Shh.
But the main thing is, we've solved the case.
And most importantly, Pierre De Bruin is safely behind bars.
[Todd.]
Well done, everyone.
[guard.]
Looks like everyone's safely locked up for the night.
Let's go home.
It is time to van Gogh [woman.]
Nah, not French!