

The Colour of Mary
Season 4 Episode 5 | 51m 29sVideo has Closed Captions
Charlie Gimbert returns home from overseas, popping up again in a new and unlikely role.
Charlie Gimbert returns home from overseas, popping up again in a new and unlikely role as manager to Murray McNally.
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The Colour of Mary
Season 4 Episode 5 | 51m 29sVideo has Closed Captions
Charlie Gimbert returns home from overseas, popping up again in a new and unlikely role as manager to Murray McNally.
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Learn Moreabout PBS online sponsorshipERIC: "Former world champion Murray McNally is taking a break from competitive snooker to embark on a year-long exhibition tour."
Wise fellow.
What's he gonna visit?
No, no, no.
He's not gonna visit anything, Tinker.
An exhibition is when you play all your trick shots.
Lovejoy might be able to get us free tickets.
No, not for me.
I've had no interest in the game since it ceased to be played by gentlemen.
When was that?
About 1840.
You must remember McNally.
The people's champion.
I mean, the others play it safe.
But McNally -- I mean, he takes shots that the other players don't even see are there.
From what I hear, he sees a lot of things that aren't there.
[ Chuckles ] Yeah.
Well, not anymore.
'Cause it says here, "He has overcome his drinking problem..." Poor fellow.
"...and is fighting his way back up to the top under new management."
I wonder who that could be.
[ Scottish accent ] Oh, aye, I want an antique, all right.
Very special kind of antique, the kind that nobody would ever dream even existed.
[ Cue clicks, ball clatters ] Can you think what it is?
Snooker table?
Billiard table.
Snooker's not old enough to be antique.
Billiards has been around since 1450.
Question is... whose billiard table?
Well, I know even less about billiards players than I do about snooker players.
All I do know is they're all called Davis.
I wouldn't buy a table off him.
The one I want was owned by somebody with character.
So, who was a billiards player full of character?
Mary, Queen of Scots.
Well, this new manager must have the gift of the gab.
'Cause after the last world championships, McNally swore he wasn't gonna tour anymore.
Said it was destroying his game.
Well, he's destroyed everything else.
'Cause there's a big difference between match play and exhibition, Tinker.
I mean, McNally's a world champion.
All this stage stuff's more your -- your Dennis Taylor type.
I thought Dennis Taylor was a world champion.
No, it's a disaster.
Ow!
[ Clears throat ] Thank you, Eric.
No, McNally's touring because he doesn't think he's good enough to compete anymore.
I mean, it's as if I was to pack in the antiques business and start lecturing on it.
Oh, now, that would be a disaster.
McNALLY: It's not as crazy as it sounds.
She brought a table back with her from France in 1561.
Went everywhere with her, right up to the day she died.
Years ago, I was offered that exact same table by a guy called Willy Kinross.
Did you ever see the table?
Did I, hell.
I was a wild wee gemmy in them days.
Know what I mean?
A hard man.
Just won my first world championship.
I wasn't interested in history.
Now I'm at an age where... Well, career's not quite what it was.
Let's put it that way.
And you think Mary's table will bring you luck?
Something's got to.
That's for sure.
To read the papers, you'd think I brought it on myself.
They say I courted disaster.
Too bloody right, I did.
Then I married it.
So you're asking me to find Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table, which has had no documented history since the 16th century?
That could be a lot of work.
Listen, pal.
Never try and hustle a hustler.
Now, I'll pay you what's fair, and that's it.
You can sort out the details with my manager.
Come on.
-Hey.
-[ Laughs ] Lovejoy.
-Charlie?
-Charlie?
[ Laughs ] Gimbert?!
Where?
No, no, no.
In the paper.
Charlie Gimbert is Murray McNally's manager.
Is that all?
No.
This is serious, Tinker.
He'll ruin his game.
It could be a blessing.
Anything that keeps Charlie Gimbert out of the antique trade.
The man is an insufferable vulgarian.
Oh, and I suppose it'd be all right if he was English.
A vulgarian, Eric, is a philistine with money.
I thought that was a customer.
[ Indistinct conversations ] I adore Prague, don't you?
The Hradcany, the Dobris.
I tell you, the view from the public prosecutor's office is simply spellbinding.
They even gave me a job.
Export adviser to the Antiquities Division.
It's like putting Nero in charge of the fire brigade.
Yes, I loved it out there.
Eastern Europe's stuffed full of antiques there's barely a market for.
In any factory worker's home, you can pick up a vase or a set of chairs that's been handed down through four generations.
If only I'd kept my contacts up over here, I could have been a rich man.
So, what took you out of Czechoslovakia?
Misplaced faith.
Trouble was, it was me who misplaced it.
Yes.
I was moving some religious art.
The Communists have always hated it, so of course it was undervalued.
I set up a little business running rococo Madonnas from Bratislava to Frankfurt.
Unfortunately, I was advised that I didn't need an export license.
JANE: [ Coughs ] They stopped me at the Austrian border in a lorry marked Budweiser, carrying seven tons of stolen icons.
Cost me two years' profits to buy my way out of the country.
I won't have lager in the house to this day.
Right.
I'm away for a bar of chocolate.
You want anything?
Oh, let's go mad, Murray.
I'll send out for one.
That's what management's all about, isn't it?
Chocolate bars, antiques -- Whatever Murray wants, Murray shall have.
Aye, everything except an end to this bloody tour.
Did he, uh, show you the picture in his wallet?
Completely cuckoo.
Charlie Gimbert managing a clapped-out snooker player?
It's not like him.
No.
There must be more to it than that.
I'll bet that's why they've got Lovejoy involved.
Oh, no.
I mean it, Lovejoy.
If you're working for Charlie Gimbert, you can walk home.
The man's slime.
You know his history.
Even if he bought every ticket in a church raffle, he'd still load the tombola.
[ Engine turns over ] When I think of all the times I've had to bail you out after that man cheated you or -- or swindled you or -- or swindled me... And it wasn't cheap, either, I can tell you.
Oh, no.
And now he -- he swans back here, all cigars and schnapps!
-[ Tapping ] -[ Groans, sighs ] Are you working for Gimbert?
Then get him to give you a lift home!
[ Engine revs, tires squeal ] Charlie Gimbert is a thief and a charlatan.
That's right.
I could be making myself an accessory just by listening to this.
I suppose he's enticed you to do something fraudulent.
Yeah.
We don't want you ending up his fall guy, Lovejoy.
Look, it's perfectly simple.
He's paid me a retainer to find out all I can about Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table.
Then when McNally's tour finishes, I get a bonus whether I've found it or not.
Sounds fishy to me.
He wants to keep McNally happy.
What's fishy about that?
He'll suck you in, Lovejoy.
And before you know it, you'll be so enmeshed in his tangled web of deceit, you won't be able to escape.
Tink, do you know a dealer called Willy Kinross?
Aka Tartan Willy.
Sells claymores to the Yanks.
Beautiful things.
Their own tartan, own battle history.
Made in Taiwan.
Hang on a minute.
Whose billiard table?
KINROSS: [ Scottish accent ] Lovejoy!
These days, every article in my shop is a genuine Scottish antique.
But a few years ago, I wasn't quite so particular.
I must have sold half the rockeries in London as the Stone of Scone.
We've all done it, Willy.
How else do you get started in this business?
Or finished.
We Scots are an easy con.
We like to think we're a hard, canny race, but after a couple of bevvies, we become maudlin romantics.
That's when I hit them with Mary, Queen of Scots.
Something about her betrayal by the Sassenachs strikes a chord.
They're crazy for a relic of the woman.
It's just a question of finding the right object.
With Murray McNally, it was obvious.
I offered him her billiard table.
I suppose Rod Stewart wanted her football.
And the provenances, Willy?
How did you square them?
That was the icing on the cake.
I used this old buffer called Sir Reginald Drury.
Reg claimed his ancestor was Sir Dru Drury, Mary, Queen of Scots' last jailer.
For a few bob, Reg would authenticate his granny.
Worth talking to?
KINROSS: If you had a spiritualist handy.
He died not long ago.
But you'd be wasting your time anyway.
Mary had a billiard table, all right.
She might even have had a football.
But after Sir Dru Drury cut off her head, he burned everything she owned.
So there was never any chance of the real thing turning up?
Exactly.
That's what made the con -- the transaction so simple.
McNALLY: No, but I've got a soft spot for Steve.
I really have.
Somewhere at the bottom of Loch Ness.
[ Laughter ] So anyway, they take the referee away to the hospital.
[ Laughter ] So there's a wee bit of a lull, you know?
Is this yours?
Do you mind?
-Oh!
It's as good as a kiss.
-[ Laughter ] No, it's not.
Give us one.
[ Laughter ] So it's me and Steve standing there in our dinner suits.
His is Moss Bros, medium lapel, nice stripe.
Mine's bright green, pocket stuffed full of fags, wee hip flask tucked in the sock.
[ Laughter ] [ Indistinct conversations ] I want you to keep looking for it.
You'll pay me to look for something that isn't there?
I've no choice.
I'll not hear three bad words against him.
Two?
One?
What do you mean, you've got no choice?
These are for you, Mr. Gimbert.
From the house manager.
McNally walked off the tour last week.
Finding the table is the only way I could get him back.
Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table is a fantasy, Charlie.
He's a fanatic.
He wants to believe.
Well, I told him I knew this man in the antiques business, a divvy, uncanny knack for turning up the most elusive pieces.
That's very kind, Charlie.
Here you are.
Fiver.
Murray's autograph.
Look, take all the time you want, Lovejoy.
Blind him with history.
Right.
Come on.
Fiver.
Yours.
I don't care what you tell him, Lovejoy, as long as he doesn't walk out on me.
Oh, that's because you don't have to pay my bonus until the tour ends, hmm?
It'll be worth it, believe me.
Now, come on.
Who owes me a fiver?
The problem was, I didn't know whether to go for the brown or the pink.
[ Laughter ] "Well, Murray," says Steve, "now you may be getting away with it now, but you ever wonder what you're gonna be doing in 10 years' time?"
I said, "Steve, the rate you play, I'll still be waiting for the end of this bloody frame."
[ Laughter ] Anyway, here we are, 10 years later.
I'm still the people's champion.
[ Cheers and applause ] Where's he?
Advertising baked beans.
[ Laughter ] Okay!
Let's go!
[ Cheers and applause ] What happens when McNally finds out you've been stringing him along?
The tour will be over by then, and he'll be too grateful to hate me.
Instead of boozing himself sick at home, he's had work.
I've given him back his self-respect.
Charlie... what was in this envelope?
His bar bills.
[ Cheers and applause ] LOVEJOY: Janey, technically, I'm not working for Gimbert at all.
Something you have in common with your pickup truck, I suppose.
I'm just working for McNally.
And Gimbert's paying you a bonus if you don't find what you're looking for.
Right, because if I find the table, McNally stops touring.
Hm.
I see.
You're working for McNally by lying to him.
I think Gimbert's using you.
As soon as you find the table, he'll muscle in and sell it himself.
Janey, there is no table.
Then why have I brought you to Drury Hall?
Association.
Mary's last jailer was a Drury.
I may learn something that'll keep McNally on the hook.
ANTHONY: You'll have to excuse the clutter.
I'm having the contents catalogued for a house sale.
What did you say your name was again?
Lovejoy.
That's right.
I'm having to clear out Drury Hall to pay the debts.
This way.
Not my idea, you understand.
Janey?
[ Gasps ] Rosemary?
Are -- Are you doing this one?
Yes.
Friday.
Yeah.
Why don't we have lunch after?
It'd be lovely.
Where did you say you met my father?
Oh, a friend of a friend.
If he owed you money, um, you know you'll have to wait until the death duties are paid.
We're here to pursue an interest of mine -- Mary, Queen of Scots.
Right.
Well, the letter books are through here.
-Oh!
-Ah.
[ Chuckles ] Do they cover the times that Dru spent as Mary's jailer?
Uh, yes, I think so.
So they'd describe some of her possessions?
Yes.
Of course.
There's a complete inventory.
Fascinating.
Is it?
What about the other 50 years of his life, hmm?
This family's more than just a footnote to a Scots adulteress, you know.
Willy Kinross said your father was quite a character in his own right.
Willy Kinross.
My father, Sir Reginald Drury, died in disgrace because of Willy bloody Kinross.
He'd never have been convicted of fraud if Willy Kinross hadn't shown him how.
Um...Willy never mentioned that.
Of course he didn't.
He got away scot-free, while the police painted my father to be an archcriminal.
Every good family has to have a black sheep.
The people I blame are the stupid peasants who were gullible enough to be taken in.
It's common knowledge that Mary, Queen of Scots' belongings were burned after her death.
So everyone keeps telling me.
Yes, well, I'm telling you that these books are going back on the shelf.
No friend of Willy Kinross' is going to exploit this family again.
STEVENS: The Thurstons was established in 1799.
This, of course, is, uh, pre-Thurston.
Oh, it's lovely.
Classic barley-twist leg with stretchers.
Lovely.
I was looking for something earlier, though.
Much earlier.
Well, before Thurstons, you wouldn't really recognize the game.
There was no rubber cushions, no felt baize, no slate.
It was more like indoor croquet.
You didn't have any pockets.
You didn't even have a cue.
Ah.
You're in the trade, Tinker.
I paid £500 for that Victorian desk.
What do you think?
LOVEJOY: You were right, Tink.
I checked it out.
It's an 18th-century kneehole desk, worth at least five grand.
All that crap it's covered in is probably the reason why Stevens thinks it's Victorian.
I didn't want to look too interested in case he became suspicious.
But I reckon he'd happily settle for £700 just to get it off his hands.
I'll go back.
Listen.
About the billiard table.
Willy Kinross is not the first to try the Mary, Queen of Scots fraud.
Her artifacts are big business.
You couldn't count the number of fake pieces of embroidery, lace, and jewelry that have slipped onto the market over the years.
And fetched a good price.
Yeah.
And he was right about one thing.
She did have a billiard table, one of the first in Britain.
She was introduced to the game in France as a child.
Her brother-in-law, Henry III, was a keen player.
She probably picked up the bug from him.
When she was made queen, she brought a table back with her to Scotland?
That's right.
And she still has it 20 years later.
It's in every inventory of her belongings while in prison in England.
Like in Sir Dru Drury's letter books?
Oh, if we could get a look at those, you could keep McNally on the leash for months.
Yeah, well, Sir Anthony won't let anyone see them until they're placed with a museum.
So why did they chop her head off?
Oh, because she was beautiful.
Queen Elizabeth I wasn't.
Well, good looks doesn't seem like a good reason to execute someone.
I'm glad I didn't live in them days.
Why?
You'd have been the safest man in the kingdom.
[ Laughs ] LOVEJOY: Janey, would you pull over a minute?
I want to find the best way onto the A1.
JANE: I thought you said you'd worked it all out.
Janey, please!
Huh?
Thank you.
[ Horn honks ] I hope you're not moonlighting at my expense, Lovejoy.
McNally's getting impatient.
He wants his table.
You told me not to find his table.
It's like a mystery tour.
I don't want him to arrive, but I do want him to travel hopefully, for as long as possible.
Lady Felsham.
Look, get me something I can take back to McNally.
Have to be ashes.
Table was burnt 400 years ago.
I can't tell him that.
Then tell him to expect a souvenir from Fotheringhay Castle.
Fotheringhay Castle is the obvious next place to research.
Mary, Queen of Scots was executed there.
-While playing billiards?
-No.
She probably tired of it after the first 20 years in prison.
LOVEJOY: Why this sudden interest?
JANE: I've always had a passion for the Tudors and Stuarts.
Mary was the milestone between them.
If you're going to take McNally on a mystery tour, you should at least know the landmarks.
LOVEJOY: You call this a landmark?
What did they do with the castle?
Fotheringhay Castle was pulled down by James I as a mark of respect to his mother.
All that's left now is this plaque marking the spot where Mary was executed.
They cut the woman's head off.
Why pull her castle down, too?
Guilt.
Mary's only crime was that she was Scottish, Catholic, and heir to the English throne.
By killing her, Parliament ensured the succession passed to her Protestant son.
And burn her belongings?
Well, the pope was threatening to make her a saint.
The last thing the English wanted was a flood of holy relics.
So Fotheringhay was scrubbed clean of every last stain of blood, and everything she had was fired.
I can't see anyone genuflecting to a billiard table.
You might as well burn her commode.
They did.
But they would have been sure to burn the table first.
Yes, it was here where she was executed.
Dressed entirely in red, Mary walks into the great hall of Fotheringhay... ...commends her soul to God, and kneels down here to wait for the ax to fall.
The first blow misses her neck completely and cuts into the back of her head.
She murmurs, "Sweet Jesus."
The executioner swings again, but fails to sever the neck.
Casting aside the ax, he finishes the job with a saw.
Holding aloft the bleeding head, he notices the lips are still moving.
Then, from under the dead queen's skirts, Mary's Skye terrier crawls out and howls piteously at the body on the block.
Desperate to end the gruesome scene, the axman crosses to Mary's billiard table, rips off the woolen baize, and uses the cloth to cover the dead queen's stump.
Had it survived, the table would be the most prized relic of all.
TINKER: This is new.
Exquisite.
Wonderful.
Perfect.
You like it?
Like it?
I love it!
It's the finest example of a Victorian hat stand I've ever seen.
It's certainly of a standard higher than anything one would expect to find next to a piece of varnished old junk like this.
[ Chuckles ] Padauk, is it?
Um...quite -- quite possibly.
£1,500 is way beyond my means at the moment.
£1,500, did you say?
No serious dealer would be foolish enough to consider letting it go for any less.
Would he?
Oh, absolutely not.
Hey, Lovejoy, McNally wants a word with you.
Are you following me?
Would it do me any good?
Where did the castle lead?
It did not lead to a castle.
McNally thinks you should have made some progress by now.
I'm inclined to agree.
We need something to whet his appetite.
-Try a crate of vodka.
-He's had one.
The only thing he's prepared to sink at the moment is another bottle.
The promoters want their money back, and I'm carrying him.
I've always admired a man who can hold his drunk, Charlie.
It's only a question of time before he turns on his wife, beats her to a pulp, and winds up all over the tabloids.
But until then, I'm even paying for publicity.
It's a bad day when you can't count on an irredeemable slob to be an irredeemable slob.
Well, why do you put up with him?
I inherited him as part of a bad debt.
When the management company went bust, McNally was their only asset.
Appointed myself as receiver.
And that's what you intend to do -- receive.
He'll have plenty of time to pay me back.
I've booked him into another tour.
But I was hoping for at least a divorce by now.
Just a second, Charlie.
What about my bonus?
Tell you what, Lovejoy.
If you can't string him along with the table, give his missus a ring.
From what I hear about you and Lady Jane, you're very good at wrecking marriages.
[ Laughs ] I'll have him.
[ Horn honks ] God, I hate touring.
Did you see that sucker that came up for the audience challenge?
Stuffed and mounted.
I walked all over the wee creep.
Not bad for a man that can hardly stand up, eh?
Where's my table?
I came to tell you your manager's a crook.
I sincerely hope so.
I want these suckers screwed for every penny I can get.
Gimbert's stringing you along.
Do you know what the chances are of finding Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table?
No.
You know what the chances of a 17-year-old boy beating the world champion are?
You know the odds against coming from 19-4 behind to win a match?
19-4!
A living chance, my friend.
But that's snooker.
Antiques aren't your game.
Is that a fact?
I just don't want to see you stuffed and mounted.
Charlie was right.
You've lost your touch.
I should be seeing a professional.
Carry on drinking like that, you soon will be.
Hey.
I'm paying you to get me a table, not advice.
The advice was free.
The table won't be.
I don't give a Donald!
You know the difference between you and me, pal?
I know what I want!
I know what you want, too, Murray.
[ Door slams ] [ Indistinct conversations ] Fake Mary's billiard table?
You just said you were being paid not to find it.
No, I am, but Gimbert's gonna keep McNally on the road forever.
And the longer he does, the longer he avoids having to pay me, so this way I get to screw both of them.
You might have tempted me a few years ago, Lovejoy.
But not now.
It's too difficult.
Willy, Willy, Willy, Willy, I can take care of the billiard table.
I need you for the Mary connection.
Like a 16th-century bolt of Scottish wool.
What if the letter books show up in a museum?
They could describe what the real table was like.
We make the deal with McNally before Drury gets a chance to sell the letters.
If we could only see what they say.
Sir Anthony's not even looking for a buyer until his house sale's over.
Then he'll know exactly what father Reginald's debts are.
Oh, poor Reg.
The courts are awfully hard on fraud these days.
Willy, don't panic.
There's a big difference between fraud and association.
-Tell that to the judge.
-I did.
Fraud is when we tell McNally about the Mary, Queen of Scots connection.
Association is when McNally tells us.
Ah.
And prison's when he tells the police.
[ Growls ] LOVEJOY: So Stevens still thinks that the desk is just a piece of Victoriana?
I hooked him with the old ugly-sisters routine.
What old ugly-sisters routine?
Everybody wants to go out with Cinderella.
You make it too obvious, Cinderella plays hard to get.
Yeah.
So you flatter the ugly sister.
That gets you an invite to the house, where everybody's so busy preening the sister, nobody gives Cinderella a second glance, hmm?
What?
I told Stevens that his worthless hat stand, the "ugly sister," was in fact a masterpiece made with padauk.
Padauk?
Very fine wood, Eric.
When Lovejoy comes back and overpraises it, he establishes his credentials as an honest man.
And when he undervalues the desk, "Cinderella," Stevens is only too pleased to get it off his hands.
Oh.
Very good.
I get it.
Very clever.
[ Chuckles ] Tink, do you think this is what Mary's billiard table might have looked like?
Without seeing the letter books, I don't know what it looked like.
But I do know how they played the game.
Once you got through the two hoops, the arch and the port, the idea was to hit the pin, also known as the king.
But you didn't strike the ball with a cue, like you do nowadays.
You pushed it with a sort of thing called a mace.
We haven't got one, so I've been using this.
Here.
Have a go.
Try it.
A bit like indoor croquet.
What about the pockets, the cushions?
They didn't have them.
If you wanted to play a few frames in those days, you picked yourself any old table, you banged in the hoops and the spike, and Bob's your uncle.
Any old table?
You had to cut your woolen baize to fit it.
Tink, about Stevens.
I can't go back and see him.
He knows who I am.
Also...I've got a table to find.
Well, I certainly can't go back.
So, who else is there?
Wemberley!
[ Chuckles ] It's good, this, isn't it?
[ Sighs ] This takes me back.
Used to play clubs like this when I was a boy.
Bayonet Boulevard, Possilpark, and the only way was up.
The only interest these guys had in snooker was the side bets.
They'd flick ash into the pockets, and if you complained, you were dead meat.
Sixty James Cagney impersonators, all carving each other up for gambling debts.
Sixty wee hairies with knuckle-dusters and sharpened steel combs stuffed in their knickers.
120 mixed doubles lined up 'round the table, and me with a long shot to put in off three cushions.
And if I spilled a drop, some big tear-arse would rip off my ears and stuff them where the sun doesn't shine.
Sobering thought, isn't it?
Cheers.
Now, Tinker... have I got this right?
The piece I really want isn't the hat stand that I say I want.
It's the desk next to it that I say I don't want.
Yes.
Yes!
So I say that I don't want the piece that I do want in order not to buy the piece that I say I want.
No, no, no!
You've -- You've got it backwards!
So I do buy the piece that I don't want?
Oh, give me strength, Eric!
All right, all right.
They way you're carrying on, anybody would think I was a novice.
I don't need your help to run a scam.
I'm perfectly capable of running my own.
Well, you must be!
It's the only way to explain why Lovejoy would employ you in the first place!
[ Tapping ] KINROSS: This is a copy of Mary, Queen of Scots' seal.
You see, it's distinctive.
That's the mistake Sir Reginald made.
Look where it got him.
All right.
Here's the alternative.
Mary was addicted to anagrams of her own name.
Instead of signing herself Mary Stuart, she'd choose an anagram, like Tu As Martyr.
Tu As Martyr.
"You have a martyr"?
-That's a horrible premonition.
-What do you think?
We could inscribe it on the forgery.
Look, McNally only learned to read so it would give him something to do while his lips moved.
If you want something he'll understand, try writing "Mary was here."
For God's sake, Lovejoy.
I can see why you need one piece of old Scots wool to cover a billiard table, but I can't see why you need two.
And I certainly can't see why you want to nail one of them to a piece of chipboard.
How else am I going to rip it off again?!
The threads are still attached to the nails.
You know they said that... they ripped the baize off the table... and draped it across Mary's shoulders.
That's ridiculous.
No queen would wear a tatty bit of old felt.
She'd have more choice.
Not if she'd just had her head cut off.
We're going to buy the cheapest, but genuine, Elizabethan table we can find.
And then we're gonna hammer some hoops into it.
We're gonna hammer a cloth around it, and then I'm going to rip the cloth off it and present it to McNally.
And claim it belonged to Mary.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Not at all.
No.
As far as I'm concerned, this will have no connection with Mary, Queen of Scots whatsoever.
But he will see the threads... ...and make his own conclusions.
Not fraud, but association.
And he can hardly accuse us of, uh, pulling the wool over his eyes, can he?
Now, this.
This is a piece of work.
It's a hat stand.
Well, of course it's a hat stand.
But what a hat stand.
It's pure Victorian craftsmanship, this is.
They don't make hat stands like this anymore.
It's £1,500.
Well, if there was any justice, we'd be talking twice that.
I mean, look at the line.
Look at the curl of the hook, hmm?
[ Chuckles ] [ Laughs ] Don't tell me you've got one of these, too.
One of what?
You know, it's a funny old game, the antique business, isn't it?
You do a bit of this, a bit of that, you build up some experience.
And just when you think you're on top of it all, somebody drops a desk like this right on you.
What a knock-back.
[ Chuckles ] Do you want to hear the funniest part?
I paid 500 quid for mine.
[ Chuckles ] So did I. Oh.
Well, your drawers are nicer than mine.
Are they?
Actually, you know, looking at it, I think these desks might work better as a pair.
STEVENS: Why don't you take this one?
What for?
Like you said -- um, a pair.
Or -- Or the drawers.
Maybe you could have it for the, um, for the drawers.
Nah.
Just throwing good money after bad, isn't it?
£100.
You can have it for £100.
Hmm.
Well, uh...
I'll think about it.
McNALLY: Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Dennis Taylor!
[ Cheers and applause ] Dennis, you see the line of kids standing outside?
Now, there's your fans and there's my fans.
You know how you tell the difference?
Go on, then.
My fans have got an autograph book, and yours have got a bucket and squeegee.
[ Laughter ] No.
Listen.
See those glasses?
Now, they're insured by Lloyd's of London.
That's a fact.
For everything except theft.
But you wouldn't get too far if you nicked them, would you?
[ Laughter ] "Excuse me, Officer.
There's a man over here with Dennis Taylor's glasses on.
Either that or his face is upside down."
[ Laughter ] Nice to see you, Dennis.
-How are you doing?
-I'm fine.
How are you?
I must apologize for the wee gags, eh?
It's all right, Murray.
You're used to apologizing.
You've had plenty of practice at it, haven't you?
-[ Laughter ] -Hey!
Hey!
Infectious, eh?
[ Laughter ] This is my boy's home crowd.
You know, Dennis was telling me...
In Harlow?
...at his last tournament, he reckons he potted 1,500 balls.
I thought to myself, "Well, that's a load of snooker."
[ Laughter ] -Cracker.
-That's a cracker, isn't it?
Listen, I don't need your sympathy.
Dennis, I believe you're gonna show us your famous teeing-off shot.
-Is that right?
-That's right, Murray.
But I'm gonna need a volunteer to help me out with this one.
-I'll do it.
-No, Murray.
You'd spill.
[ Laughter, indistinct shouting ] There we go.
We have plenty of volunteers.
I've got one here that'll help me out.
Right.
Well, what happens here -- We've put all the lights out.
[ Laughter ] I've got the white ball on a block of chalk on the bottom cushion here.
And as you can see, the black's in a fairly tricky position as well.
[ Laughter ] Right.
Now, here we go.
Black ball, corner pocket.
False teeth, middle pocket.
[ Laughter ] [ Cheers and applause ] [ Cheers and applause ] [ Sniffs, sighs ] [ Applause ] Have I got this right?
Over the reds, through the triangle, black ball in the top pocket.
Hasn't got a prayer.
[ Laughter ] Come on.
Let's see it.
Black ball in the center pocket.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
-No, no, no, no, no!
-[ Laughter ] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
-Yes!
-[ Cheers and applause ] Oh!
Paul Newman, eat your heart out.
[ Cheers and applause ] Ladies and gentlemen, I think that's my bottle gone for the evening.
[ Laughter ] -Dennis, thanks a million.
-Thanks very much.
Ladies and gentlemen, Dennis Taylor!
Great sportsman!
Thank you!
Of course, that kind of management style's all right for the more mechanical player, Dennis.
But let's face it -- Romford's a long way from Las Vegas.
And an individual player like yourself needs a more human face.
McNALLY: Cut the crap and give me another voddy!
Excuse me.
I think Murray's having a heart attack.
Sign there, just next to Steve's.
Got him in '85.
Missed you then.
[ Clears throat ] Sir Anthony Drury, Lovejoy.
Lady Felsham.
We met at Drury Hall.
Yes.
Hello.
You're a snooker fan, Sir Anthony?
Yes.
I've got all the world champions now.
Except Murray McNally's.
He's a rather difficult man to approach.
You want McNally's autograph?
Yes, but I don't think he's signing any this evening.
Excuse us, Janey.
Follow me.
Of course Murray can see the letter books.
I'd be honored.
Do you think he's really interested?
Oh, don't worry.
I'll check them over first, just to make sure.
Well, I'll have to unpack some chairs.
-When should I expect you?
-[ Indistinct shouting ] -Tonight.
-I'm finished!
Excuse me.
Sir Anthony -- Go back in a minute.
I want to see you two.
Won't be a moment, Sir Anthony, okay?
-Just a moment.
-[ Shouting continues ] McNALLY: Just shut up, both of you!
[ Shouting stops ] [ Lovejoy whispering ] McNALLY: Aye, aye.
All right, all right!
[ Door opens ] Sir Anthony?
Charles Gimbert.
Murray McNally, Sir Anthony.
We'd be delighted to join you at Drury Hall.
I'd be honored.
I'm a great admirer of yours, Mr. McNally.
ERIC: I have got Stevens in the palm of my hand.
By the time I've finished with him, he'll be lucky to get 100 quid for that bureau.
You see, that is the advantage of letting me screw him with the old ugly-sister scam.
Eric, in the antique trade, we don't have scams.
We have judicious acquisitions.
Well, all right, then.
That's the advantage of letting me screw him with the old judicious acquisition.
[ Chuckles ] I can add my own twist to it, you see.
Twist?
ANTHONY: This one here is Sir Walter Drury.
He was with Nelson at Copenhagen.
And next door to him is Sir Jack Drury, the hero of Malplaquet.
Exemplary men.
You've sold one already.
Uh, no.
That was my father.
My late father.
What did he die of?
Thirst?
Mary herself...might have touched these letters.
Come off it.
These are not hers.
They're just glorified tax returns.
You can learn a lot from a tax return...
I imagine.
This is all a pose.
I think you've faked the table.
Well, let's see if there's a description of it, Charlie.
After the execution, all of Mary's belongings were divided amongst her guards.
Her axman got her jewelry, and Sir Dru retained for himself "some smalle billyarde table."
Where?
Oh, I get it.
You haven't faked one at all.
You're planning to fake one.
And this is how you're going to make your fake foolproof -- by designing it to match the description in the Dru Drury letters.
Smart, Lovejoy.
Very smart.
I want 50%.
So read the description of it.
-There isn't one.
-Mm.
Just...a furious letter from Elizabeth commanding Sir Dru to get back all of Mary's belongings, on pain of his life.
Yeah, and there's one here from -- from Sir Dru, groveling profusely for his mistake and saying to his mistress that everything has been recovered and "by mine own hand burned."
Proof the table was destroyed.
There's no description of it in here.
What about the other books?
His correspondence from his time as Keeper of the Royal Wardrobe -- not a single mention of Mary.
That's just page after page of accounts from the Master of the Wardrobe.
What a life of drudgery, eh?
Apart from his spell as Mary, Queen of Scots' jailer, nothing ever happened to Sir Dru.
Until he was executed for selling Elizabeth's ermine in Bermondsey market.
Sir Dru Drury was a crook.
"Tu... As...
Martyr."
It's her table, Charlie.
Ooh.
[ Both laugh ] ERIC: Relax.
TINKER: Relax?
How can I relax?
You sit there smirking.
That Queen Anne desk may well have found another buyer.
Stevens thinks I'm doing him a favor just by taking it off his hands.
I've already got him down to 100 quid.
But he paid £500 for it.
I can't see him taking a loss of £400.
Well, that's because you rely on the old scams -- sorry -- acquisitions -- like the ugly-sisters routine.
That's like entering a card school and playing Happy Families.
Now, me, I'm more of a poker man.
And when you play poker, you want to see your opponent sweat.
The only person who's sweating around here is me.
You get Stevens on the phone.
You tell him you're prepared to take it off his hands for £100.
[ Sighs ] Hello, Mr. Stevens.
It's Catchpole here.
I've been thinking about that Victorian desk.
[ Whispering ] Just say you'll take it.
JANE: Hello, you two.
Thank you, Eric.
If anyone wants me, I'll be at the Drury Hall auction.
With Lovejoy?
Apparently not.
And I've been thinking that £100 is too much.
-Eric.
-Listen to him.
He's practically on his knees.
Whatever the deal is, take it.
Uh, Mr. Stevens, you do realize that if I were to take the desk, it's only really the drawers I'm interested in.
Look, you have to turn the screw.
£80?
Oh, right.
Well, I think you have yourself a deal there, Mr. Stevens.
Yeah.
Great.
Okay.
I'll see you tomorrow, then.
Bye.
Ha!
Ha!
WOMAN: £900.
Thank you.
£900.
£1,000.
£1,000.
£1,100.
£1,100.
£1,200.
£1,200 at the front.
Against you, sir.
£1,200 at the front.
£1,200 once.
£1,200 twice.
Sold for £1,200.
Thank you.
LOVEJOY: Thank you very much, Charlie.
I hate paying finder's fees.
You hate missing out on a bargain even more.
Everyone will think it's a perfectly ordinary Elizabethan table, providing I keep my mouth shut.
They will, won't they?
What a shame you couldn't afford it yourself.
I half expected you to drag Lady Jane down here to bid for you.
Couldn't do that, Charlie.
I've got far too much respect for her.
WOMAN: We turn now to lot 54.
Here it comes, Charlie.
WOMAN: A charming Elizabethan table, sadly damaged by the passage of time.
Three holes in the middle and extensive nail marks.
Who'll start me off at £5,000?
£4,000?
£3,000?
Come on, gentlemen.
£3,000, the reserve price.
£2,000.
Thank you, sir.
£2,000.
£2,000 I have.
£2,000.
£2,000.
£3,000.
£3,000.
Against you, sir.
£3,000.
Who the hell's that?
No idea.
WOMAN: £4,000.
£5,000.
£6,000.
Thank you, sir.
£7,000.
Against you, sir.
£7,000.
£8,000.
£8,000.
£9,000.
£10,000.
£10,000 at the back there.
£10,000.
£10,000 once.
£10,000 twice.
£11,000.
£11,000 against you, sir.
-£15,000.
-[ Audience murmuring ] £15,000.
£15,000 once.
£15,000 twice.
Still here at £15,000.
Sold, £15,000, to Mr.?
-Gimbert.
-Mr. Gimbert.
I don't know what stroke you pulled in there, Lovejoy, but I'm going to see you regret it.
£15,000 is a bargain for any piece of Elizabethan furniture, let alone Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table.
Awesome, isn't it?
It's at times like these that I feel the influence of my patron saint, Elizabeth of Hungary.
Oh, lost souls?
Her husband was a 14th-century robber baron who specialized in torturing peasants.
Oh, sort of a medieval personal manager, eh, Charlie?
[ Both laugh ] St. Elizabeth was carrying an apron of bread to the poor when her husband caught her.
"What you got there?"
he said.
"Roses," she lied.
"Show me," he said.
St. Elizabeth showed him, and her apron was full of roses.
♪ Everything's coming up... ♪ [ Laughs ] I don't mind telling you, Lovejoy, I've got big plans for this piece.
Yeah.
Of course you have.
You're gonna sell it to McNally for a fortune.
What a stupid idea.
No wonder you're a penniless oik.
ANTHONY: Good luck.
Well done, Mr. Gimbert.
Sir Anthony.
We're off for a spot of lunch, Lovejoy.
See you later.
Nice job, Rosemary.
I'm gonna take this table on tour with McNally and make it famous.
Every game he plays on it adds thousands to the value.
Then I sell it for a fortune.
Certainly not to McNally.
He couldn't afford it.
Drop it off for me at the club for me tomorrow, Lovejoy.
There's a good chap.
[ Groans ] Thanks, fellas.
There's your table, Charlie.
Excuse me!
"Your table"?!
CHARLIE: It's just a technicality.
I wanted to relieve him of the burden of ownership, let him concentrate on his game.
So, uh...it's not my table?
No, but you're free to lease it for the duration of the tour.
Oh, I see.
Aye, aye, aye, aye.
So it's your table, Charlie?
Financial dynamo.
Not even his field.
There you are, Murray.
If you really believe Mary, Queen of Scots' billiard table is going to improve your game, now is the time to find out.
So here it is.
She was our last real queen, you know.
Scotland was independent in them days.
She brought the game back with her from France.
Before that it was like boules.
Nobody played it across here.
If it wasn't for this table, there might be no billiards in Britain.
There'd be no snooker, no robots, no... Murray McNally.
You never asked me what I wanted it for in the first place, did you, Charlie?
No, Murray, I never did.
Show us.
I hate snooker!
-[ Screams ] -Oh, no!
I'm gonna turn you to matchwood, you bastard table!
That's for the times I had to go after school!
That's for every time I got hustled!
That's for the goofies I took to keep myself going!
I hate snooker!
You bastard!
-Murray!
-[ Grunts ] Murray, stop it!
No, Murray!
No!
-Take that!
-Murray!
That!
I hate you!
I hate snooker!
[ Knock on door ] TINKER: It's us.
Lovejoy.
The desk.
Well, I told him I only wanted it for the drawers.
Stevens sold the rest of it for 700 quid to another dealer.
Even without the drawers, it was still a bargain.
Well, I didn't expect the stupid pillock to take me literally, did I?
So you paid 80 quid for drawers?
Lovejoy.
Willy.
Well, what do you want me to do with them?
Well, you'd better put them on that table in there.
ERIC: [ Sighs ] Lovejoy?
Hm?
Is this... Oh, um...
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