I never understand substitution scams...
Jim is hired to protect a set of figures of Chinese immortals, but various shady types are after them. Charlie and Danielle pose as buyers, while the "owner", the would-be buyer and a hired thug circle each other - in the cloisters of Salisbury Cathedral while the choir sings Sheep May Safely Graze. The thing is, you see, the "owner" has swapped one of the figures for a fake in order to - in order to - and then an expert who knows who really owns the set is...
The Jersey team are somehow involved, and we see some lovely interiors full of bibelots. Why do these people always have fragile French windows to the garden? Not to mention gauzy curtains that flap in the breeze when the French windows are shattered.
The plot, if there was one, was completely baffling - but goodbye Jim, and good luck wherever you are!
Jim is hired to protect a set of figures of Chinese immortals, but various shady types are after them. Charlie and Danielle pose as buyers, while the "owner", the would-be buyer and a hired thug circle each other - in the cloisters of Salisbury Cathedral while the choir sings Sheep May Safely Graze. The thing is, you see, the "owner" has swapped one of the figures for a fake in order to - in order to - and then an expert who knows who really owns the set is...
The Jersey team are somehow involved, and we see some lovely interiors full of bibelots. Why do these people always have fragile French windows to the garden? Not to mention gauzy curtains that flap in the breeze when the French windows are shattered.
The plot, if there was one, was completely baffling - but goodbye Jim, and good luck wherever you are!