Midsomer Murders (1997) s24e02 Episode Script

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-Thank you.
And here it is.
[Laughs]
Bertram's inside.
He'll be more than
happy to sign your book.
Thank you.
- Hi, there.
- Oh.
Wait. Just Just.
That's better.
Can't have the great man
not looking his best.
♪
-Thank you 1,000 times over.
And remember, the
treasure is within.
-Sorry to interrupt,
but there's the small
matter of the church.
Oh, my publishers are
taking care of expenses.
- She said you were.
- You must have misheard, Rev.
Easy done in all the excitement.
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-It's a good turnout.
-More than we catered for.
-Hey.
Where's Ludo?
- Guess.
-Front row, bang in the middle.
Oh, uh, Dad wanted to know
if everything's prepped
for the quiz night.
-Tell him it's all in hand.
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When did you get here?
-About an hour ago.
I had to get the best seats.
-I want the full
wattage, Bertram
charming, funny, brilliant.
Let's put your book
back on the map.
-Hello, hello.
-Here he is.
-Mind having your photo taken?
-Mind?
Fill that memory card.
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-Take that silly hat off.
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-Welcome, everyone.
As you all know, we're
here to celebrate
the 10-year anniversary of
Bertram Jewel's brilliant book
"Seeker: A Tome of
Cryptic Visual Clues
That Lead to Hidden Treasure
Worth a Life-changing Amount."
[Applause]
Bertram.
It's been a decade since your
book was first published,
and no one is any closer
to finding the treasure.
Why do you think that is?
-It was never meant to be easy.
[Light laughter]
Joking aside, I am glad
you mentioned that,
because today isn't just
about an anniversary.
I am also here to
make an announcement.
My esteemed publishers
want to reprint "Seeker," and
wait for it
the new edition will come
with a brand-new page.
That's right.
I've drawn up a
new set of clues.
[Applause]
-So, if there's to be a
new version of your book,
why are you selling the
old version outside?
-Oh, well, that
book, the original,
still contains the solution
if you look hard enough.
-Does it, though?
Only, let me take
you back 24 years,
to when you were imprisoned
for a particularly
heinous confidence trick.
Back when you went
by your real name
Robert Grimes.
So, Robert, is your
book another con?
And the only reason no
one has found the treasure
is because it doesn't exist?
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-Jane, wait.
-You need to sort
this and quickly.
Any deal we had is
on hold till you do.
-Ludo, it's not
true any of it.
-Are you talking about
your past or your book?
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-What are you doing?
That's Bertram's room.
-Was Bertram's room?
Didn't you hear that reporter?
We've been harboring a criminal.
-Where's he gonna
go? He's broke.
-I want him out
of our lives, Eli.
And I don't care how it's done.
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-Bertram?
- Is it safe?
- Everyone's gone.
Any and all forgiveness
begins with honesty.
-I am being honest.
The treasure's real.
-And perhaps if
you revealed it
-Great talk, Rev.
Truly inspirational.
♪
-You should listen to Seb.
Prove you're the real deal.
-You first.
Ready whenever you are.
♪
-There you are.
10 years I have been
looking for that treasure.
-Would I really
con you? My friend?
My number one fan?
Of course I wouldn't.
And another thing why
would I bother creating
a new page if there
was nothing to find?
-That is actually if
there is a new page.
-Call my publisher,
Jane, and ask her.
I've got her number right here.
The treasure is real, Venetia.
And it's out there,
waiting for only the brightest
and the best to find it.
And you are the
brightest I know.
-Think he'll dig it up?
-What do you mean?
-The treasure.
Zeb thinks it's his best
chance of redemption.
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-I hear your anniversary
was a roaring success.
-If I find out it was you
who raked up my past
-I already know more about
you than I can stomach.
Why would I bother
digging any further?
-For someone who claims
to be hyper intelligent,
you're not very bright, Othello.
You sold me out,
and you know it.
-What are you talking about?
-Where have you
been? Dani's furious.
She wants you out of the house.
-I know a really
good removal man.
I can give you the number.
-Just back off, Othello.
I can't believe what
the journalist said.
-Never mind her.
I need a favor.
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Knock, knock.
You're meant to
say, "Who's there?"
-Who is there?
Bertram or Robert?
-Robert was a long
time ago, Ludo.
That's not me anymore.
-All this time I've spent
trying to work your book out,
and you encouraged me the whole
time, knowing it was a lie.
-Ludo, I would never
do that to you.
-I'm going to tell people
what you really are.
I'll go online.
I'll make sure everyone knows.
-Just calm down, okay?
I want to show you something.
It's the new page.
And only two people
have ever seen it
me, and now you.
[Tisking]
That'd be cheating.
I'm already in enough trouble.
I just wanted you to see
that I'm not a con man.
Maybe once, but not now.
Friends again.
-It's not gonna be that easy.
-Well, then it's down
to me to prove myself.
Meantime, I'll be in the pub.
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-Damn it!
-Relax.
[Indistinct]
-I've got it, all right?
-There's no need to snap.
What has got into you?
-Dad, there's something
I've got to
-Pour us a large one.
-Are you serious?
Get out!
- Scarlet!
-It's all right, Joe.
It'll be all over the
local papers soon enough.
[Thunder rumbling]
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-Smile, sweet angel.
Smile.
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What are you doing?
What are you going?!
[Gasping]
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-Okay.
Speak quickly and clearly.
No stumbling or mumbling
over your words.
Go.
-We haven't had breakfast yet.
-I didn't get this far
stopping for porridge.
-Bet you'd score
highly on bones.
-John.
In what year di
[Doorbell rings]
Winter.
- Morning, sir.
Sorry for calling
round so early,
but a body's been found.
-[Sighs] Well, there
goes my practice.
-Sarah's through to the
semifinal of a pub quiz.
-The pub quiz, Jamie.
The biggest one in Midsummer.
-Congratulations, Mrs. B.
You know, I always thought that
you were the real
brains of the family.
-You mentioned a body, Winter?
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-The victim's name
is Bertram Jewell.
The Bertram Jewell,
of "Seeker" fame.
The puzzle book.
Everyone was obsessed with it.
- Clearly not everyone.
- He's a super genius.
He created a picture book
full of cryptic clues
that lead to hidden treasure.
-Are we talking pieces of
eight or a pot of gold?
-Well, that's all part
of the mystery, sir.
I can't believe Bertram
Jewell's in Midsummer.
-Was here, you mean.
-If I'd known, I would
have tried to meet him.
I got the book when
it first came out,
but I could never crack it.
-And the biggest puzzle
now is who killed him.
That was gonna be my line, sir.
Building up to that.
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-I hope you brought
a book to read.
He's packed tighter
than a sardine.
-You have a time of death yet?
-Early estimate puts it
at late yesterday evening,
probably around 8:00 p.m.
-Sir.
Sir, I've seen this before
this scene this picture.
It's from his book.
- Are you sure?
- Positive.
I studied those pages so hard
I started to see
them in my dreams.
-When exactly was the last time
you had a psych
evaluation, Winter?
-Uh
-Anyway.
That's a pretty severe blow to
the head, but not a fatal one.
Judging from the cyanosis
and hints of petechia
"tiny hemorrhages"
for the intellectually
stunted among us
he was suffocated
under a glass bowl.
This is the last
picture the victim took.
- Is that an angel?
- Must be the treasure, sir.
After all these years.
You know, it was
worth a fortune.
-Which is probably
why it's gone AWOL
alongside whatever he
was bludgeoned with.
I'm guessing at a spade,
because a hole that deep
wasn't dug with bare hands.
-We need to establish his
last known movements
any calls he made,
who he spoke to.
-[Sighs]
I can't believe it was
buried in Modsmire all along.
I would have bet my life savings
on it being in Edinburgh.
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-£5,000 on building supplies.
-The repairs to Sebastian's
church are mounting up.
-Well, why did he take the money
out of our savings account?
-Mr. and Mrs. Trask?
We've been advised
that Bertram Jewell
has been living
with you recently.
-Yeah. That's right.
What's this about?
-I'm afraid Mr. Jewell's
body was found
in the woods this morning.
-Bert's dead?
-I know this has
come as a shock,
but, um, when was the last
time you saw Mr. Jewell?
-Um
Yesterday, in the church.
He was celebrating 10 years
since his book was published.
-Last time I saw him was
outside Othello Khan's shop.
-Did he upset anyone recently?
-It got a bit ugly
at the church.
There was this reporter
- Yeah.
She said he'd been
imprisoned for a scam.
Accused him of conning
everyone with his book,
that there isn't any treasure.
-People were furious.
-Poor Ludo pushed
over his photograph.
- Ludo?
- Oh, Our son.
He's, um, slightly
obsessed by the book.
-He's not the only one, Dani.
I've never seen Venetia
that angry before.
She was incandescent.
- Venetia
- Books.
She has spent a small fortune
trying to find that treasure.
-How long had you
known Mr. Jewell?
-He came here a couple of months
before his book was published.
He wandered in. Do
you remember, Dani?
Said he was looking
up an old friend.
-Yeah, I remember, all right.
He scarfed down a cream
tea, and forgot to pay.
-I chased him. He apologized.
We got talking, and
we became good mates.
-How long has he lived
with you in Mudsmire?
-Six months, five days.
Not that I'm counting, or
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-Sir, Fleur said that Bertram
sent that photo of the angel
to two people his publisher,
who was back in London last
night, and one Ludo Trask.
-I'll talk to Ludo while
you speak to Venetia Books.
-On it, sir.
-Oh, while you're at it, track
down Bertram's criminal record.
Oh, and find that reporter.
I'd like to know how
she knew about his past
when no one else did.
Go on.
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-Excuse me, but this
is private property.
-Ludo Trask.
-That's me.
What's this about?
-Tell me about this first.
-That's a page from
Bertram Jewell's book.
I print copies out,
then enlarge them.
Sometimes the clues are tiny.
I've done it with
the whole book.
Why are you asking?
-Mr. Jewell's body was found
in the woods this morning.
-Bertram's.
That's awful.
I don't understand.
What was he doing in the woods?
-Sending you a photo of
the treasure, apparently.
-I haven't looked at my
phone. It's been on charge.
Huh.
That's actually it.
That's the treasure.
It's beautiful. I
knew it would be.
Did you say it was
here, in the woods?
I always said it was.
-Why would he send
a photo to you?
-I guess he went out there
to prove he wasn't a liar.
-So you believed he was?
-No.
-I doubt you pushed his
picture to the ground
for any other reason.
-I'm not proud of
that. But we made up.
-Have you been in
the woods recently?
-I'm there all the time.
Last night I was in
here till really late.
-Yet you didn't hear your
phone ping with a message?
-Oh.
It must be on silent.
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-What would finding the
treasure mean to you, Ludo?
-Everything.
It'd be a life-changer.
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-That is terrible.
[Gasps]
Poor Bertram.
-When was the last
time that you saw him?
-Oh, um
well, I met him
coming out of church
not long after the debacle
of his anniversary party.
He was super keen to reassure me
that everything was
right and proper.
-And you believed him?
-Of course I did.
I'm not just a fan.
He was a very dear and
long-standing friend.
He was a setter
and I'm a solver.
We were the perfect
intellectual match.
-May I ask where you
were yesterday evening?
-Home. Alone.
Par for the course.
-Did you notice if
anyone at the church
openly confronted Mr. Jewell?
-I'm not one to stir,
but there is someone
in the village utterly
obsessed by the book
Ludo Trask.
Now, let's face it,
the poor lad would
have been driven mad
having the author of his manic
quest living in the same house.
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-Presumably, any fan of the
book would know this picture.
-If they don't, then
they're not fans.
-Tell me about your
relationship with Bertram.
-He was like an uncle to me.
And so clever.
I've never met anyone like him.
He called in last night to make
sure we were still friends.
He even showed me the new page.
-New page.
-His publishers are going to
print a new edition of "Seeker"
with new clues.
He showed it to me before
he went to the pub.
-It wasn't found on his person.
What did it look like?
-I barely got a glance.
-I assume this page
would provide a new clue
to the whereabouts
of the treasure.
-Too right.
I already pre-ordered
the new version.
I wanted to be the first
person to solve it.
But that's gone.
Where is the treasure now?
-What time did Bertram
leave here, Ludo?
-Probably around 6:00.
-Wow.
This is 100 times better
than anything I ever managed.
- You're a Seeker, too?
- I was once, yeah.
- A Seeker?
- Fan of the book.
That's what we call ourselves.
Now, I was convinced that the
treasure was buried in Scotland.
-Scotland?
That's way off.
Page 23 unequivocally
implies Edinburgh.
The outline of the castle
- Is a red herring.
-You're meant to think that.
-A schoolboy error.
You thought the one rose in the
middle of the field of lilies
-Is the rose for Rose Street.
-Epic mistake.
-Where did you think it was?
-Here, in Modsmire.
I just never figured
out precisely where.
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-Look into Ludo.
He could have been in
the woods last night.
There's a pair of muddy
boots in his garage.
-You think he got the
text from Bertram,
and raced straight out there.
-Or he was already out there
after seeing Bertram's
new page of clues.
-Wait, there's a new page?
-That Fleur didn't
find at the scene.
What did Venetia Books
have to say for herself?
-Oh, that things between her
and Bertram were amicable.
But she was a little too
keen to pin it all on Ludo.
- Alibi?
- None.
She was home alone.
I can't believe that
I ruled out Modsmire.
I could have been rich.
-Working alongside me makes you
wealthy in other ways, Winter.
Anything on Bertram's
prison record yet?
-No.
Should get the info
through any second.
-Ah, we have time
for a coffee then.
-Maybe a piece of cake.
-No, I really mustn't, Winter.
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-Here we go, sir.
Ah.
Sir Bertram served nine
years under his real name
Robert Grimes
got out 15 years ago.
What was he in for?
Well, there was a gas leak
in an estate in Causton,
so Bertram went to the
estate, and sold gas alarms
to hundreds of
worried households.
-That's a crime?
-Well, he designed and built
the gas alarms himself
trouble being that
they didn't work.
They were just for show.
-That seems a lot
of trouble to go to
for what can't have been
a huge financial return.
-Well, apparently he had plans
to take the product nationwide,
but then one of his fake alarms
failed to detect
another gas leak,
and there was an explosion,
and someone died.
He pleaded guilty the
second he was arrested.
It didn't even go to trial.
-Mm.
That is a delicious cake.
You should have got
one for yourself.
Is that all you have on him?
-Uh
Um, he was cautioned
as a teenager
for illegally trying to
influence the stock market.
-Mm.
Ask around at the pub,
Find out if anyone was seen
following Bertram after he left.
I'll go to the church, and find
out who else was angry with him.
Mm.
Beautiful cake.
Anyway, come on.
Winter.
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-I told Bertram he
could seek refuge here.
There was a, uh, quite a savage
atmosphere after the revelation.
-Did anyone specific
confront him?
-Not that I saw.
It was more of a general
rumbling and grumbling.
-What was Mr. Jewell's
mood like?
-Fearful. Troubled.
So I suggested that honesty
would pave the way
to forgiveness,
and perhaps he would
set the record straight.
-As in
-That he should dig
up the treasure,
and prove to everyone
he wasn't lying.
-Dig it up? So you knew
it had been buried?
-Me? No.
I just presumed.
-One cross good as new.
-Good Lord, Eli.
What a wonderful
job you've done.
-This is just for
the work up to now.
-I'll see to it immediately.
-Mr. Trask, you haven't
misplaced a spade recently?
-Not that I know of.
-Your son wouldn't
have borrowed it.
I noticed he had muddy boots.
-Well, that's because
he's always out
looking for that treasure.
I'll be sure to check
my lock-up, though.
-Did anyone else hear you
tell Bertram to prove himself?
-I did.
Hi.
I'm Ava, Sebastian's wife.
-Are you saying that
Bertram took my advice?
And you think that
someone followed him?
-We were both at home all night.
Weren't we, Seb?
-Yes. Yes, we were.
All night.
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-How was Mr. Jewell
when he came in?
-Uh, pretty upbeat.
He had one drink, and then
- Left soon after.
-And you didn't see anyone
waiting for him outside?
- No.
- No.
Sorry.
-Big "Seeker" fans?
-Oh, not us.
Bertram was a good friend,
so we promoted his book.
-He helped me with my
application to Oxford.
I'd been messing around, no
idea what to do with my life,
until he convinced me
it would be a crime
to waste the only
gift that matters.
Having a high IQ.
-Scarlet gets her
brains from her mother.
-I know someone
in the semifinal.
-Well, you can
tell them, from us,
they have a great chance now.
-Yeah.
The reigning champion
has been banned for life.
- Othello Khan?
- Yeah.
Nobody likes a cheat.
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-The pub landlord just told
me that he banned Othello
from his quiz after Bertram
outed him for cheating.
-Didn't Eli Trask tell
us he last saw Bertram
outside Mr. Khan's shop?
-It gets even better.
Socko just texted me
that the last person
Bertram called was
-I think I can fill in the rest.
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-Yes. Bertram
or Robert, as I've since
learned, did phone me.
-And why was that, Mr. Khan?
-To apologize for accusing me
of something I hadn't done
vis a vis calling the press
about his criminal past.
I've got far better
things to do with my time.
-And why would he
specifically think it was you?
-Obviously you've
spoken to the Myhills.
-Banned for life. It's
quite a punishment.
-Jewell is a cretin.
The only proof Bertram had
was I clearly knew too much.
I must have looked at the
quiz questions beforehand.
See, Bertram entered
the quiz this year,
and in the quarterfinal,
I beat him hands down.
He was absolutely humiliated.
Couldn't stand it.
So he made up a lie, and
everyone believed it
which, judging by his past
now is de rigueur for him.
Which means he's
always been at it.
-His, um, accusation can't be
doing your reputation any good.
-Or your business.
-Well, everyone knows now
that Bertram was a liar,
so I'm sure things will pick up.
-You said that you're
cleverer than Bertram.
Does that mean that you
could solve his book,
if you had all the
clues, old and new?
-Wouldn't waste one
brain cell on it.
Now, will that be all?
Because now that you're here,
feel feel free to browse.
You can browse.
-Bringing your hobbies
into the workplace?
-Oh. Yeah. Sorry, sir.
When I said I was
into Bertram's book,
I was, like, really into it.
For instance, this is
how I started to think
that the treasure was
buried in Scotland.
The page is titled
"Stoned at Henge,
e.g. Spaced Out,"
which is a crossword clue.
Right?
-I'll take your
word for it, Winter.
So the answer is an anagram
of the words "at Henge"
with the "e.g." taken out.
So you get "Thane."
-Oh, Thane, as in
-As in the most famous
Thane of all, Macbeth
which immediately made
me think of Scotland.
-Incredible.
-And if you add that information
to the Edinburgh clue
that I worked out
on page 23, then
-Exactly how long did
you spend on this book?
Did you have a life?
Yeah, all I'm saying, sir,
is that I don't believe
that it can be in Modsmire.
-So what's this a photo of?
-Uh
Yeah.
That is a rather large
spanner, in my thinking.
-That and knowing that Bertram
probably came to the village
to bury the angel not long
before his book was published.
-Yeah.
Yeah, I should probably
stick to naughts and crosses.
-Or you could chase
up that reporter
preferably before that book
takes over your life again.
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-Sebastian.
-Synod are threatening to
look into the church funds.
-Just tell them you're
helping one of your flock.
-Paying for the charlatans
and the puzzle solvers
that you've hired over the years
is probably not what they think
of as a deserving cause, mother.
-I've told you before,
and I'll say it again
I will pay back every penny.
-When, exactly?
And how, for that matter?
-Sooner than you think.
Trust me.
♪
-Thank you very much.
The score is
11 points.
[Applause]
Welcome, Sarah.
Make yourself comfortable.
Can I remind you all to keep
your phones off, please?
And no matter how tempting,
please do not call
out the answers.
Right.
You have 90 seconds to answer
as many questions as possible.
The score to beat is 11.
Could we start
the timer, please?
Now, how many keyboard
sonatas did Scarlatti compose?
- Where would I find a mashie?
- A golf course.
-Stresemann's Bristlefront
is a type of what?
[Cellphone ringing]
[Grumbling]
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-Winter.
-I'm sorry, could you
repeat the question?
-I'm at Sarah's quiz.
-Sir, I just spoke
to that reporter.
She was tipped
off about Bertram.
And
you're not going
to believe by who.
-Well, thank you, Winter.
We'll go round first thing.
-Congratulations, Sarah, you
are through to the finals.
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[Door opens]
-I'm busy right now.
-Sorry, Venetia, but
I need to know
did you follow
Bertram last night?
-Wash your mouth out.
What a thing to say.
-Only I told you he might
dig up the treasure.
-You, of all
people, accusing me?
-That's a bit rich.
No, Ava, dear. You're
the only sinner here.
Now, as I said, I am busy.
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-The police think that Bertram
used one of Eli's spades
to dig up the treasure.
I mean, is there anything that
leech wouldn't take from us?
-Oh, never mind that.
I lied to the police, Dani.
-What? Why?
-I panicked.
I was praying in the church.
Oh, everything's
going wrong for us.
And I asked for help.
-What's so wrong with that?
-My prayers were answered.
Bertram ended up dead.
Imagine if I told the
police that I wanted that.
-Oh, I wouldn't worry.
The two we spoke to are more
interested in tea and cake.
-Love, those two
policemen are back.
-Mrs. Trask, do
you have a moment?
-Would you like a pot of tea?
-We'll give it a miss, thanks.
And also, we'd like to speak to
Mr. and Mrs. Trask in private.
-Oh.
Of course. Of course.
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Excuse me.
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-What's going on?
We'd like to know how you
found out about Bertram's past.
-And more importantly, why you
chose to tell the reporter.
-She promised she'd
keep it confidential.
-That was before
Bertram was murdered.
-Dani, what have you done?
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-His stuff was everywhere.
I got angry, and I
kicked a few boxes about.
And the next thing I knew,
there's an old bank
statement on the floor.
But it didn't have
Bertram's name on it.
- A bank statement?
- Yes.
-In the name of Robert
Grimes, by any chance?
-Well, I thought it was odd,
so I looked up his name online.
-What? Why would you do that?
-Because I was sick of
him ordering you about,
taking what he wanted from us.
I thought if enough
people knew what he was,
it would shame him
into leaving Modsmire.
-Mrs. Trask, where were you
when Bertram Jewell was killed?
-I was in here,
prepping the buffet
for Joel's quiz night.
-Sorry, I can't listen
to any more of this.
-Look, all I wanted was
for Bertram to move on,
to leave us alone.
I promise you.
♪
-Dig into Danica Trask.
I want to know if there was more
to her vendetta against Bertram.
Mr. Trask.
Did you check your lock-up?
-Oh. Sorry. I forgot.
I can take you there
now if you want.
♪
♪
-Presumably, you read my e-mail.
-Hi.
Yeah, I was just trying
to work out a fair price.
And, um, I'm thinking.
£1,000?
-Oh.
I think you can do a lot
better than that, Othello.
-Look, I could go to £2,000,
but that's me being
really generous.
-£2,000?
If you're trying to diddle me
-No, I want the piece, Venetia.
Let's be honest, it's decent,
but it's be reasonable.
-Forget it.
There are plenty of other
dealers I can go to.
-Okay. Okay. Okay. Okay.
£3,000. And that's
more than generous.
-I want more
much more, Othello.
A life-changing
amount, to be precise.
-Venetia, you're
living in dreamland.
It's gold plate.
Now, trust me, I promise you,
£3,000 is me being more
a friend than a dealer.
-That's odd. The
spade's not here.
♪
-Mr. Trask?
♪
-Sorry.
I just can't believe
Bertram's really gone.
-Did anyone else have
keys to the lock-up?
-No.
To be honest, I rarely lock it.
This is a nice village.
Good people live here,
-So anyone could have access.
-Winter, tell the Myhills we
need to go over their CCTV.
It may just cover
Mr. Trask's lock-up.
-Sir.
♪
♪
-What are you doing?
-I need to see the new page
the one that Bertram made.
-The last I saw of
it was when Bertram
walked out of here with it.
-Then the police have got it.
-I don't understand.
Why do you need it?
Whoever killed Bertram
probably has the treasure now.
-How on Earth would
you know that?
-Because Bertram sent
me a photo of it.
-He did what?
-Whichever way you look at
it, the hunt is over, Venetia.
-Assuming that that
is the treasure.
-What do you mean?
No.
I know it hurts that
neither one of us
were the ones to find it,
but we have to face
-No.
Use your brain, Ludo.
When was anything
Bertram did that obvious?
-You think it might be another
one of Bertram's tricks?
And it could be.
That's Bertram all over.
There's always another
mystery to crack.
-Always.
So, you said that Bertram
had the new page on him.
Draw it for me.
- What?
-Draw it by the time I get back.
-I only got a glimpse.
-Do it, Ludo, or I will
take away all of this
Your home, your
family, everything.
Get drawing, boy.
The hunt is still on.
♪
-Seb, you got to
snap out of this.
Be the man I married.
You can't just let
everything crumble away.
-She's ruined us, Ava.
Mother, I mean.
I've been such a fool.
The money that I
spent on her traveling
up and down the country,
hiring so-called experts.
As for those clairvoyants
-Easy.
Easy.
It's okay, honey.
We'll work it out.
Surely there's a
way around this.
-I owe the church thousands.
Why couldn't I just
say "no" to her?
I'm starting to hate her, Ava.
And I hate myself even
more for saying it.
But this mess is her fault.
♪
-She did what?
-She broke in, and was
ransacking my garage.
She's totally lost it.
-What was she looking for?
-She never said.
Just ranted about taking
everything away from me.
-What, she threatened you.
-She was saying all
kinds of mad stuff
like how the treasure's
still out there.
-You didn't believe
her, did you?
-No.
-Ludo, I'm telling you,
forget that damn book.
And you can forget Bertram
while you're at it.
There's so many better things
you could be doing
with your life.
-I know.
So chill, okay?
I'm done with it.
Promise you.
♪
-Venetia.
♪
♪
♪
[Indistinct]
And that.
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
-Pretty much what we
expected to see, sir.
-Is it, Winter?
Only, if I'm not mistaken,
Bertram's rucksack
looks very full.
And when Fleur found
it, it was very empty.
We've been looking at
this the wrong way round.
Bertram didn't go into the
woods to dig up the angel.
-He went to bury it.
Presumably so that
his publishers
wouldn't back out of their deal.
-Which begs the question,
why didn't they carry out
due diligence, and ask to see
what he was supposedly
burying 10 years ago?
-Maybe they're more
interested in their pre-sales.
Money talks, sir.
-Doesn't it always
winter, Winter?
-Winter.
Ah. Okay. Yeah.
We'll be there as
soon as possible.
Looks like murder
talks, too, sir.
Another body's been
found in the woods.
♪
♪
-I can confirm this is Venetia.
First impressions are
she was suffocated.
There are the same
telltale signs of cyanosis.
What was it I said about
the first victim, Winter?
-Uh
-Hints at
petechia.
-Petechia. Yeah.
-Do you try and pay attention?
-Sorry.
-The killer probably grabbed
and smothered her from behind.
Looks like she put up a struggle
before being overpowered
and arranged that way.
-This is definitely another
pose from the book, sir.
-Are you sure it's not you
rampaging around
killing people, Winter?
-Do we have a time of death yet?
-We're looking at early evening.
You have an alibi, Winter?
-Yeah.
Yeah, I was I was
busy yesterday evening.
-With another of
your coloring books?
- Sir.
- [Mockingly] Sir.
-You go through Venetia's house.
I'll go and talk to her
son and daughter-in-law.
♪
I'm sorry to have
to do this now.
Had your mother upset
anyone recently?
-I don't know.
I'm not sure if I can even
think straight right now.
-Well, uh, I've heard
that she and Othello Khan
had a bit of a run-in
outside his shop.
-Do you know what it was about?
-You'd have to ask
someone who was there.
-Wait, did you say Othello?
Maybe that's who
I heard yesterday.
Or it could have
been the day before.
I can't be 100%.
But I think I heard Mother
speaking with someone.
No, no, no, actually
actually, she was
she was
arguing with
It could have been with Othello.
Yes.
- Reverend
- I'm so sorry.
This is obviously a
very difficult time.
Honey, why don't
you have some rest?
♪
♪
-Sir.
♪
♪
♪
♪
-Thought you might
like it for posterity.
And the new one's just arrived.
-If this is your
idea of humor, Joel,
stick to serving pints.
-All right. All right. Just
Just hear me out.
Bertram played me for a fool.
Yeah, he's a liar
through and through.
And I can't bear
that I didn't see it.
-Well, I I did
tell you at the time.
-I want you back in the quiz.
-Is that it?
You have to grovel a bit more
than you're doing right now.
-Othello, please.
It'll be a chance for you
to set the record straight.
Maybe get people
back in your shop.
-All right, I'll do it.
But only if you make
sure everyone knows
I'm back in the
quiz and why.
♪
♪
-Looks like Venetia Books
sent an e-mail to Othello Khan
asking for a price on the angel.
-When was this?
-The day after Bertram
Jewell was murdered.
How much did he offer her?
-He didn't respond.
Perhaps not then.
But they were seen arguing
not long afterwards.
Run through what we know so far.
-Okay.
One Bertram Jewel.
His parole officer said
that he left prison
with the idea for
the "Seeker" book.
-Then, he changes his name,
and finds a publisher.
-He got a big advance and a
small fortune from the sales.
-But ends up so broke he
has to rely on a friend
for a roof over his head.
-Then hits upon the idea
of creating a new page
to sell more books.
But before he can, he's outed as
a con man with a prison record.
So, to save his reputation
-And urged on by the
local vicar, no less
-He heads into the woods
to try and prove that
the treasure is real.
Oh, and then we discover
that Danica Trask
is the person that
outed Bertram.
-Mm.
-Sir?
-Get Socko to send
over a full inventory
of everything they found
in Bertram's bedroom.
-Yeah. Will do.
Then, Venetia Books is murdered,
and we find that
she has the treasure
and Eli's missing spade
which implies that she
murdered Bertram for the angel.
-But whoever then killed Venetia
either couldn't find the angel
or killed her for
another reason.
-That was worth
buying a ticket for.
You two should go on tour.
"Desperate Detectives:
The Musical."
-I take it you have
something for us, Fleur?
-The spade you found
matches the head wound
on Bertram Jewell.
This box was made
some 10 years ago.
But as for this beauty, I
rang an old boyfriend of mine.
He's big in antiques.
Once whispered that
I was both priceless
and worthless in the same
heady breath.
He confirmed that the
angel's barely a year old.
-Only a year?
Then it can't be the treasure.
-Someone had avocado
for breakfast.
If you need more proof,
the angel doesn't actually
fit in the ceramic box.
-Where exactly did it come from?
-And at such short notice?
We need to talk to Eli again.
-Eli? Surely
Othello Khan, sir.
-It's called "getting all of
your ducks in a row," Winter.
♪
-Oh, hello.
-Mr. Trask, you told
your wife you took £5,000
out of your savings
account to cover your costs
for the church repairs.
-Yeah. That's right.
Then why did I see you
hand Reverend Butts a bill
for hundreds, not thousands?
-I don't want Dani
getting angry at me,
but the money was for Bertram.
He said that he needed
it right there and then.
-For?
-He said he owed it to someone.
Some old debt.
He didn't say who to, though.
-5 grand's a lot of money
to just blithely hand over.
-Wasn't anything new.
And he promised to pay it back.
-May I see the transaction?
-Uh, yeah.
♪
-Ah.
Still stumbling around,
looking for answers.
-Why were you and Venetia
arguing just out here, Mr. Khan?
-Sources are very much mistaken.
I was in a hurry,
and I said to Venetia
I'd talk to her when I got back.
-I'd make that two people
who you've had a falling out
that have ended up dead.
-That is a giant
leap, young man.
-Tell me about the angel that
Venetia tried to sell to you.
-Oh, that dreadful thing.
It's It's cheapness
speaks for itself.
-It was so cheap you charged
Bertram £5,000 for it.
-Eli Trask transferred
the same amount of money
into Bertram's account
just a few minutes
before he bought the angel
and probably the glass
bowl from you.
This
is from Bertram's bank account.
♪
[Knocking]
-Hey.
♪
I can help you get rid of
some of this "Seeker" stuff
if you want.
-No way, Dad.
I've seen the new page.
-What?
You said you were done with it.
Come on.
For your own good,
come and work with me.
You know [indistinct] repairs.
Let's get you out
of this garage.
-You're not listening.
I've seen the new page,
but that's not all.
I think the treasure
is still out there.
It's not over yet.
-What do you mean?
-Venetia practically
told me herself.
-Ludo.
Son.
-People will see
who I really am.
They'll admire me.
The person who solved one of
the greatest puzzles ever set.
-Surely you must have thought
that Venetia killed
Bertram to get the angel.
-Obviously I did think
about alerting you,
but then I'd have been dragged
into this whole sorry mess.
My reputation has taken
enough of a hit lately.
-We know that you and
Bertram didn't get on,
so why would you help him?
You must have known
what he was planning.
-We did a deal.
He promised to get me
back into the pub quiz.
If I didn't ask any questions.
-And you believed him, knowing
that he was a proven liar?
-Well, the proof is
in the bon-boulash.
Joel all but begged
me to come back
to which I generously agreed.
-But then Venetia Butts
threatened that all over again.
-Did she?
I don't see how.
-If it got out that
you were involved
in Bertram's latest con, that
would definitely ruin you.
-You needed to get hold
of that angel at any cost.
-But however much
you offered Venetia,
it wasn't nearly enough,
was it, Mr. Khan?
-She was expecting
a crazy figure.
"Something
life-changing," she said.
-Where were you
yesterday evening?
-I was at a private viewing
in a manor house in
the next village.
There's a need of a refurb.
They invited some local
dealers to nose around,
and see if they wanted
to buy anything.
-Let's hope someone
remembers you being there.
-It's a very large house.
I got lost a few times.
♪
♪
-I'll look into his alibi, sir.
But even money says
that he's lying.
I've just had the
inventory through
for Bertram's belongings.
-Scroll to the letter B.
- Thank you.
- Thanks. Bye.
♪
-Tea or police business?
-Actually, bank
statements, Mrs. Trask.
-Excuse me.
-We didn't find any
in Bertram's bedroom.
-And if we couldn't find them,
then you couldn't have either.
-Someone as smart as
Bertram would never leave
such an obvious trail.
Now, how did you really
find out about his past?
♪
♪
Mrs. Books, can you tell
us about your relationship
with Bertram Jewell?
-Sorry, I don't know what
you're talking about.
-We found this in
Venetia's deleted files.
-We also spoke to Danica Trask,
and she said that it was you
that told her that Bertram's
real name was Robert Grimes.
-I think you hoped
it would motivate her
to send Bertram packing
both from her life
and yours, Mrs. Books.
-Please.
This is really not
what you think it is.
-Haven't heard that one before.
-I mean it. It really isn't.
I was doing it for Sebastian,
to get the funds to
pay the church back.
-And why would you
need this funding?
-Because of Venetia's demands,
Seb had been forced to dip
into the church finances.
He had to pay it back somehow.
-And you having an affair
with Bertram Jewell
was going to provide
the money for that?
-Venetia's idea.
She saw that Bertram kept
trying to chat me up,
so she decided that
we could set him up.
I should take it as
far as I could until
-He told you where
the treasure was.
-I know how awful
that sounds, but
yes.
He was going to tell
me, we'd dig it up,
and then sell it to
the highest bidder.
-If this was planned
by you and Venetia,
then why would she need
photos of you and Bertram?
-They were her insurance
against me backing out.
-You didn't think to
look for them before now?
-Who said I was
going to back out?
We desperately
needed that treasure.
I mean, we were going to lose
our livelihoods, our home.
When I saw the
photos on her laptop,
I thought it could
look incriminating.
I mean
you might think I had something
to do with Bertram's murder.
-I'm intrigued, Mrs. Books.
This man who'd worked so hard
to conceal his criminal past,
what made him tell you about it?
-What's the only thing that
would catch a man that smart
off guard?
He fell in love with me,
to the point of telling
me who he really was,
and that he'd been in prison
for some con or other.
-But he never realized
what you were up to.
-He was smitten
blind to everything but
what he felt about me.
It was tragic because I didn't
feel a single thing for him.
-It must have been difficult
keeping up the pretense
once you learned that someone
died directly because of him.
-Died?
What? No.
He just said that they hoped
to get away with the con,
but it didn't go their way.
-"They"?
-Yes, they.
♪
-24 years ago, Bertram
had an accomplice.
-There isn't one mentioned
in the file on him.
-Find out who the detective in
charge of Bertram's case was.
I want to see if they remember
another name cropping up.
-It could have
been Venetia, sir.
She said that they
were great friends.
Maybe she's the reason
Bertram came to Modsmire.
And now, someone
sought revenge on them.
Well, perhaps, Winter.
But who?
♪
♪
-Good Lord, indeed.
♪
-Dani, you need to talk to Ludo.
Because he's still looking
for that damn treasure.
- Mr. Trask?
- Yeah.
-Did Bertram ever mention
people from his past to you?
-Uh, no.
No.
He was pretty guarded about
that stuff, to be honest.
Why?
-You told us that he came
here to see some friends.
-Yeah. Yeah. I did.
He was looking for
Venetia's cottage
when he came into the cafe.
Sorry.
I should have said
that at the time.
Lot going on, though.
-Just Venetia? No one else?
-No.
[Phone ringing]
Did I hear you tell your wife
that Ludo is still
looking for the treasure?
-I guess he just
can't leave it alone.
-Or is it more that he
thinks it hasn't been found?
-I presume so, yeah.
-Have you ever seen Ludo
with the new page
from Bertram's book?
-No.
Is it important?
-Is Ludo at home, Mr. Trask?
-Yeah. I think so.
I think he's
Sorry.
Sorry. Just Dani.
I'll call her back later.
[Bell tolling]
♪
♪
♪
♪
-What are you doing?
-[Laughs]
♪
-Seb, you're scaring me!
-Ludo.
He's not here, sir.
I'll get uniform out
searching for him,
so that we can question him
first thing in the morning.
-Knowing him, he'll
be back in the woods.
-Well, if he is out
searching for the treasure,
then he definitely knows
that the angel is a con.
And he's probably
got the new page,
and he's trying to work
out where to look next.
That's what I'd be
doing if I was him.
-Would you, Winter?
Because every picture
we've been shown
has turned out to be wrong.
It's just like Bertram's book
it presents as the truth,
but everything is
just an illusion.
And because of that, none of
what we've learned makes sense.
♪
-It's ready.
♪
♪
You're not still annoyed?
You made it through
to the final.
-That's not the point.
There I am, trying to win much
needed funding for the school,
and your phone goes off.
And phones are strictly
forbidden during a quiz.
-No more phones. I promise.
-Well, assuming I
allow you to attend.
-Winter's coming, as well.
I think he's bought pom-poms.
-You're now making it
worse for yourself.
Did I tell you I was
interviewed by a journalist?
She's writing a piece on
the history of the quiz
how prestigious
it is, et cetera.
-Sounds like you'd better
bring this trophy home.
-It turned out she's
the same reporter
that outed Bertram Jewell
at his book signing.
She was very intrigued by him,
and she told me
that she's convinced
there's a connection between the
quiz and Bertram Jewell's death.
-Really? Why would that be?
-She didn't go into any detail.
-All the same, it
sounds like she knows
a lot more than she told Winter.
Oh, Winter.
Did you ever find the
detective on the Bertram case?
Well, while you're waiting,
you can contact the reporter
who was at Bertram's
book launch.
I want to talk to her.
-If this ends in the
quiz being canceled
♪
-What on Earth are you doing?
You said you were
done with Bertram.
-I think I figured
out the final clue.
- How dare you.
- Scarlet.
- After what he did!
- What are you talking about?
-I told you to forget about him!
-You may be going to Oxford,
but I'm the clever one here.
-Sir.
-Ah. Thank you for coming in.
-As long as there's
a story in it for me.
-What can you tell us about
Bertram Jewell's murder?
-I was wondering if
you'd be in touch again.
What do you want to know?
-Well, what's got me
curious is you started off
writing an article
about a pub quiz,
but somehow it connects
to Bertram's murder.
-It came about when I
interviewed Joel Myhill.
It was just a puff
piece to begin with.
But then, he told me what
happened to his wife.
How she died was horrible.
So, I started putting
two and two together.
-And?
-Helena Myhill died
because of a gas leak.
Her house went up in
flames with her in it.
-Helena Myhill was the person
Bertram killed 24 years ago.
-Sir.
Scarlet Myhill will have heard
the name Robert Grimes
at the book signing.
-I'd say that's a
strong possibility.
Thank you, Billie.
-Wait.
Will I get first
dibs on the story?
♪
-Mr. Myhill, you reinstated
Othello Kahn to your quiz.
Why was that?
-I realized that Bertram had
been lying about Othello.
-If it helps any, we've looked
into Bertram's past crime.
Do you want to tell
us what happened
on the night he was killed?
-It's all right, Joe.
It'll be all over the
local papers soon enough.
So I thought I'd drop
in, to remind you both
that I took my punishment,
and I did my time.
I will always be sorry.
Ever since I discovered
who you were,
I've been afraid of this.
But as soon as my real name
started being bandied around,
well, look at me I came
to see you straight away.
Now that's how you
measure a man
not from what he was
but from what he is now.
-Mr. Myhill?
-I had no idea that I had made
friends with my wife's killer.
And do you know what he did?
He sat here, and he said
that he'd served his penance,
and that we should
just accept that.
-And he thought everything
would be okay between you.
-Well, he'd always be sorry.
And he'd been a great friend.
But that we should also remember
that he'd helped get
Scarlet into Oxford.
-But you couldn't
agree less, could you?
-Scarlet and I were furious.
And he had no idea.
He thought he could just
wander off into the night.
I was just a guy who ran a
wine bar when I met Helena.
And she was this
brilliant, brilliant person.
There's no way that she should
have been interested in me.
No way on Earth.
But she was.
And that's what made it so
precious.
And he took that from me.
And from Scarlet.
-Tell me about Venetia Books.
-What about her?
-Did he tell you that
she was also involved
in his gas alarm con?
-Venetia was involved, as well.
Are you serious?
-Did he tell you, Mr. Myhill?
-No. No, he didn't tell me.
And if you think that means
that I killed her and Bertram,
I wouldn't do that.
Come on. I couldn't do that.
Helena would be so
disappointed in me.
Everything I do the
quiz, everything
is to keep her memory alive,
to keep her name
alive, year after year.
-All the same.
We will still need to
know where you were.
-I'm here every night,
with my regulars.
You can ask them if
you don't believe me.
-You might be, Mr. Myhill,
but I presume your
daughter isn't.
In fact, where is
Scarlet right now?
♪
-Well, I I don't know.
♪
♪
-It's okay.
Don't be alarmed or scared.
This is a place of
peace and worship,
and above all else, hope.
No harm can befall anyone here.
I saw the light, you see?
And I know you will, too.
♪
♪
♪
♪
-Fleur?
-First impressions are he
was held down and drowned
in one of these buckets,
then dragged here
and staged as is.
-Sign of a struggle?
-Judging from the
pungent odor of alcohol,
playing Dunk the Drunk with him
would have been over in seconds.
-Do we know when he was killed?
-I'd say an hour either
side of 9:00 p.m.
♪
♪
-I'm very sorry, Mrs. Books,
but we do need to ask
you a few questions.
-I'll try my best.
-Why is it that
you only discovered
your husband this morning?
-I went to bed early.
I was exhausted.
So much has happened recently.
-You didn't see or hear anyone
in the church last night?
-No.
-When was the last time
you spoke to your husband?
-Yesterday.
He was ringing the bell
for all he was worth.
He really frightened me.
He was acting like a madman.
♪
-I'll get Tech to find out
if he made any calls
or vice versa.
Also, the killer's
style's changed.
-Changed in what way?
-Reverend Books
wasn't positioned
as a page from Bertram's book.
-He was clearly posed, though.
-Absolutely.
But this is something
new altogether.
♪
♪
-Yeah, if it stings, that
means it's doing you good.
-Ms. Myhill.
We had hoped to speak
to you yesterday.
-Me? Why?
-I told them what
Bertram had said to us.
-Can you tell us where you
were yesterday evening?
-I went for a walk.
-Did your walk
take in the church?
-It may have done.
Then I went to the woods.
I had to clear my head,
try and calm down.
-Because?
-I had just seen Ludo.
Told him he was as
bad as Bertram
which he most definitely is.
-Were you alone in the woods?
-For goodness sake.
Scarlet's got a bright
future ahead of her.
She's not gonna jeopardize that.
-Three people have
died, Mr. Myhill.
-This is ridiculous. I
can't take this anymore.
- Dad, It's all right.
- No, it's not all right.
Because that monster sat there,
and he just expected us all
to carry on as if
everything was all right.
I didn't say anything.
I didn't do anything.
I just stood there, useless.
Helena would be so ashamed.
-Dad! Stop!
- Sir, is that the
- The new page.
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-Ava!
What?
-What am I going to do, Dani?
I've lost everything.
-Oh!
Oh.
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-I didn't put that there.
-You may not have, Mr. Myhill,
but you seemed rather
keen to stop your father.
-You saw him. He was
getting really upset.
-Sebastian Books
was found in a pose
that doesn't correspond
to any of the pictures
in Bertram's original book,
but does correspond to
the image on this page.
-Why would you keep it, though?
Surely it makes more
sense to destroy it.
-I didn't put it there.
It's the first I've seen of it.
I've never once opened
that stupid book.
-Where were you really
last night, Ms. Myhill?
-I already said, in the woods.
-Sir.
The villagers said that
they spotted Ludo Trask
outside the church last night.
-I can back that up, 'cause
that's where we had our row.
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-You'd be so proud of me.
You really would.
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-I assume you
recognize this, Ludo?
-Snap.
Sort of.
Was it you that Reverend Books
heard arguing with Venetia.
-All the way from the
church? How could he?
-We're talking about just
before she was killed.
-She was horrible to me.
Why would I go and see her?
-So what were you doing at
the church yesterday evening?
-Solving the new page.
Part of the answer's in the
letters in the stained glass.
It spells out "C cover."
You say it quickly, it
sounds like "seek over."
The treasure's not
even in Modsmire.
-I did tell you that.
-Though, sadly, it
isn't anywhere, Ludo.
This new page is
yet another con.
-What?
No.
Don't say that.
-You can stay in
Bertram's old room.
It's not ideal, but it's
better than nothing.
-As long as there's
no trace of him
or Bert Grimes, for that matter.
-Excuse me.
He referred to
himself as "Bert"?
-Sometimes.
He told me that Robert had
ended where Bertram had begun.
Just another silly
riddle of his.
♪
-And only one other
person knows that.
♪
-Track down that ex-detective.
And then do one
other thing for me.
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Is the job done?
Bert.
- Sorry?
- It's short for "Robert."
It was almost the first
thing you said to me.
-I'm afraid Mr. Jewell's body
was found in the
woods this morning.
-Bert's dead?
-I always call him that.
-But you don't, Mr. Trask.
I haven't heard
you say it since
possibly because you
knew you'd slipped up.
-Sir.
Tech have just told
me that Reverend Books
called Eli the day he died.
-Just before he started
ringing the bell.
Sorry.
It's Dani.
I'll call her back.
-When he didn't get
through on the phone,
he decided to get your
attention another way.
-I have no idea what
you're talking about.
-Did you get the other
information I requested, Winter?
-Yes, sir.
The detective from the original
case dug out an old notebook,
and it all came back to him.
It mentioned another person of
interest in Bertram's gas con.
-And the name of this person?
-Eli Trask.
-When Bertram wandered
into Danica's cafe,
he'd really come
looking for you.
What did he want, Eli?
-Just to
say "hello."
-Oh, I think it
was more than that.
I think it was the first
time you'd set eyes on him
since he went to prison.
-I didn't know I had it
in me what I've done.
I mean
where did that version
of me come from?
-Do you want to tell
me what happened?
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I'd helped Bert
build the gas alarms.
We were gonna expand.
We were gonna make
loads of them.
But then, when I heard
about the explosion,
and that Bert had confessed,
I realized he'd given me
the opportunity to run,
so I did.
I left course to
move to Modsmire.
Met Dani. She got pregnant.
And we started a new life here.
-Until he found you again.
-It wasn't too bad at first.
Just the odd visit.
But then Joel Myhill bought
the pub seven years ago.
I mean, what
what are the odds
that he'd choose
the same village?
And when I learned the
name of his dead wife,
I couldn't believe it.
It was like some sort of
karma was coming to get me.
I told Bert, but he said
not to worry about it.
He had a new name.
The Myhills would never
figure out who he was.
-Why did you let him
move in with you?
-I had no choice.
Bert had blown all the money
he'd earned from the book.
Said I owed him for taking
the rap all those years ago.
He wanted a room.
I gave him one.
He needed cash. I gave
him that, as well.
-What happened in
the woods, Eli.
-I knew it could all come
out, after the book signing.
So I had to speak to him.
-Bertram.
You've got to keep
my name out of this.
-There's more important
things going on just now.
-Bert, please.
-Let me fix my little
treasure problem first.
Then, we'll talk.
-I realized that Bert was
up to his old tricks again.
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The treasure was a fake.
And all I could think was
I couldn't let Ludo waste
any more of his life
looking for something that was
never there in the first place.
So I swung that spade
as hard as I could.
-It dawned on me that maybe
I could make it look like
a crazed fan had done it.
And while I was posing him, I
thought that I heard someone,
but
I didn't see anyone.
But Venetia sought me out
later that same evening.
Told me that she'd
seen everything,
including where
I'd hid the spade.
Told me to hand over the angel,
and that she'd never say a word.
-I'm intrigued.
Why give her the angel
knowing it was a fake?
-'Cause I thought that
would be enough for her
at the end of a 10-year search.
I had no idea she
intended to sell it
to help Sebastian
square the church box.
And then, she threatened my boy,
when all I was trying to do
was get him living again.
I had to get her to
meet me somewhere quiet.
So I used the one thing I
knew she couldn't resist.
-Either Othello is trying
to con me or you are.
Now which is it?
-I'm not like him, Venetia.
I promise you.
I just want all this to go away.
-Well, then, you'd better
come up with something
very good very quickly.
-What about the page?
The new one? What
if I gave you that?
♪
Uh, Sebastian heard me and
Venetia arguing, swore to me
that he only needed enough
money to sort the church out.
-Even though you'd
killed his mother?
-Said that he had to
save himself and Ava,
and that I could fund that
not much, just enough.
But I was talking to a drunk.
-And you couldn't trust him.
-I was getting Ludo back.
That's all that mattered.
If I could give my son the
chance of a proper life
away from Bertram
and his book
-By trying to frame the Myhills.
-That's what coming into contact
with Bert Grimes does to people.
He twists and turns them into
horrible versions of themselves.
♪
I found the page in my lock-up.
-It was earlier, the
place that Bertram went
between leaving the pub
and going to the woods.
Mr. Trask.
-I thought, "What
would Bert do?"
So, I slipped the
page into the book,
while I was putting the
notice board up in the pub.
And I thought
I'd go back there, and
I'd say I found it while
I was finishing off.
You'd do some digging, and
blame it on one of the Myhills.
♪
Trouble is, Eli,
the only person who would
benefit from framing the Myhills
would first have to know
that they had a motive
for killing Bertram.
And the only people who
could possibly know that
would be Bertram himself
and his accomplice
from 24 years ago.
♪
-I never did have
Bertram's brains.
-I'd beg to differ, Mr. Trask.
I'd say you offered up a puzzle
the equal of any in his book.
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-The ceramic box.
So, Bertram only posed with it
in that publicity shot
to make it look like
he was gonna bury
the treasure in it.
-Indeed he did.
-He never missed
a trick, did he?
-A waste of a great
mind, if you ask me.
-Did I tell you I lost a
girlfriend over Bertram?
I know. I know.
She was really nice, as well.
-Life is all about the
bigger picture, Winter.
But don't worry.
I'm sure you'll see it one day.
-Name the hospital
where the first
human heart
transplant took place.
-Groote Schuur.
-In terms of volume, which is
the largest freshwater lake
in the world?
-Lake Baikal.
-People with electrophobia
are afraid of?
-Chickens.
-What is the world's oldest
known musical instrument?
-A flute.
[Buzzer sounds]
-Oh, what a fabulous
final round.
[Applause]
Now, just a reminder, we
have a fellow on 22 points
and Sarah has just scored
22 points.
[Applause]
Ladies and gentlemen, looks
like we have a tie-breaker.
That means the next
person to answer
the question correctly will win.
Sarah, are you ready?
- Yes. I am.
-Othello?
-I was born ready.
-Right.
Here comes the final question.
Modsmire is an anagram of what?
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-Oh, it's obvious, isn't it?
Perhaps I should
enter next year.
-I'm gonna have to hurry you.
-I've got it! "Midsummer."
-Correct.
We have a winner.
-Or perhaps not, sir.
[Applause]
-Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Well done.
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