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I'll be the one

I'll be the one that needs you now.

Oh, yes.

Oh, it's you.

Cheeky sod.

What else is it going to be?

I have my admirers.

In your dreams, you do.

Anyway, get a move on.

I want to do that
shopping on the way back.

How's it going inside?

Mr. Turner hasn't got up yet,
and Mrs. Turner's

downstairs taking
coffee with Mrs. Wilmot.

They just rushed off their feet.

Hasn't he discussed it
with Jack, do you know?

He hasn't mentioned anything.

It was financial, I know that.

I just wish he'd talk to me.

He always used to get up early, first

into the office, last out.

He had enthusiasm.

♪♪

They used to get on so well.

You must have noticed
the mood has changed.

Maybe you're reading too much into it.

And he definitely
hasn't said anything to you.

My husband never complied
to me about financial matters.

Oh, don't! No!

Oh!

Ah!

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

I'm sorry about this, Joyce.

You'll save a bit for
me to do, won't you?

Perfect timing, as usual.

This thing's gone beyond my control,
Joyce, you know that.

You missed a bit.

You will be able
to manage the dinner dance

at Fadderfields

on Friday night.

Nothing is certain, Joyce,
but I foresee no problem.

♪♪

What have we got?

Good question, sir.

Victim's name's Nicholas Turner.

He's a local solicitor.

Took a stroll off his roof.

The, uh, the gardener, Steve Hope,

thinks he heard someone calling
out for help

just before it happened.

He says he thinks he sounded
like the victim.

Cool.

I'll see him there.

Morning, George.

Tom.

Bit of a bad landing, this one.

Initial impression as to
cause of death, catastrophic

head and spinal injuries.

It's quite a snappy dresser.

That's the downstairs neighbor.

She actually saw the body hit
the deck through the window.

She was having coffee
with a wife at the time.

Wife's name's Felicity Turner.

Where's she?
Where's the wife?

She's upstairs.

Cleaning lady's looking after her.

This is Steve Hope.

Steve, this is
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Steve.

You OK?

I understand you heard some, uh,
shouts just before it happened.

Is that right?

I was, uh, working on the
other side of the house,

weatherproofing a bench.

Couldn't see anything, but yeah.

-Upstairs, sir.
-Tell me exactly what did you hear?

Someone shouting.

Pretty sure it was Nick.

Something like, no, for God's sake,
something like that.

And then there was this yell.

I ran around to this side of the house

and saw Felicity with Nick's body.

Called the police.

Tried to comfort her.

Who else was here at the time?

Antonia.

That's Mrs. Wilmot.

She was by the window, pretty shaken up.

Other than that, just my partner,
Sarah, was sort of a team.

She does the cleaning,
I do the gardening.

And there was no one
else here, no corners?

Got a few scuff marks here, sir.

Could have been a struggle.

Question is, what would anyone be doing

up here in the first place?

Is there someone you
can stay with, Mrs. Turner?

You could always stay at our
cottage if you... you know.

That's very kind.

Thank you.

It's not suicide. It's definitely not.

He wouldn't do that.

He just wouldn't do that.

I've been trying to get her
to change out of that dress,

but she's just in a daze.

Poor thing.

Um, and you are the cleaner for?

I do the Wilmots downstairs,
the two floors.

And the Turner's up here.

And when did you last see
Mr. Turner alive?

It was just before it happened.

Just minutes, literally.

I was down there dusting.

I saw him come out of the apartment
and go up the stairs.

Looks like he was curious that he was

on his way toward the roof.

Well, he's been behaving
a bit odd lately.

Depressed.

Not getting up till late.

And I have seen him
on the roof once or twice,

staring off into the distance.

So it wasn't that odd.

Did he seem stressed the
last time you saw him?

Not really.

OK.

-Well, thank you.
-Thank you very much.

I'll get back to Mrs. Turner.

Why did you ask if he was stressed, sir?

If Mr. Turner wanted to make it
not appear like a suicide,

he may deliberately have tried
to appear upbeat

in his general demeanor and dress.

Anyway, we need to check his life cover

and get his bank details.

The Shires Bank, Causton branch.

I saw the checkbook
in the apartment, sir.

Hello, Mrs. Wilmot.

This is Detective
Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Come in.

And you were actually talking
to Felicity Turner

when it happened?

Yes.

What were you talking about?

Well, Nick and my husband, Jack.

Yes?

Well, she was a bit worried
that, uh, well,

they might have fallen out.

She probably told you.

No.

Fallen out, what about?

Well, my husband works in the city.

I have a feeling he may have given Nick

some financial advice that
didn't work out too well.

And Felicity was worried
about that, was she?

Were there financial problems?

She seemed to think so.

Well, we'll, uh,
we'll need to talk to your husband.

I'm afraid he's at work at the moment.

I could call him.

Don't, don't, don't worry.
What time does he get home?

He tends to leave early
and get back early.

Avoid the rush.

Should be home about 6.30.

Please. Come in. Come in.

Thank you.

I'm afraid I have to tell you,
Mr. Perkins,

that one of your customers died today

in suspicious circumstances.

Name of Nicholas Turner,
local solicitor.

Dear, oh, dear.

Dear, oh, dear.

I actually knew him quite well.

He's the occasional member of a pub quiz

team I sometimes play for.

Can I ask what the circumstances
were of the death?

Yes, you can.

It was a fatal fall.

Uh, and when you say
you're treating it as suspicious,

does that mean there's no question

of it being self-inflicted?

You mean suicide?

We're keeping an open mind
on that at this stage.

Um, we need to ask what his
financial situation was.

Well, in many ways,
he was an exemplary customer.

In many ways.

But this is in confidence.

Of course.

He had the misfortune of having-in-law

who suffered greatly with their health

towards the end of their lives.

It was unfortunate for them,
of course, as well.

Nicholas insisted
on giving them the best health

care available.

And you know how expensive that can be.

Very generous man.

No expense spared.

They lingered.

Mr. Turner was in debt.

House mortgage to the limit, I'm afraid.

Overdraft, not a huge one,
but big enough.

Oh, dear.

Was he left anything?

Sadly, no.

It turned out the only
remaining asset the parents had

was their house in Causton.

I'm afraid that, too,
had been remortgaged.

Had he any enemies?

Do you know Otto Benham,
the local historian,

expert on Roman Britain?

Yes, yes, I do.

He's a solicitor too, isn't he?

That's him.

I had heard Otto had
been casting a few aspersions

on Nicholas's professionalism.

Nicholas had taken a
few clients off Otto,

one or two highly valued clients.

So?

Nick wasn't just a business partner.

He was also a good friend.

Mr. Martin, we need to
ask you some questions which

may appear a little
insensitive at this time.

Thank you, Margaret.

We've heard there's a rumor going around

that Mr. Turner may have been dipping

into your client's accounts.

Could there be any truth in that?

Absolutely not.

We'd like you to look
into those accounts, if you would,

just to make absolutely certain.

Well, yes.

Are you alright?

I'm sorry, yes. Come in.

Jack isn't actually back yet, but I'm

sure he'll be back any moment.

You spoke to him at work, did you?

Explained that we wanted to talk to him?

No, I didn't actually.

He wasn't in the office today.

Well, was he out of business?

Oh, they don't actually
know where he is,

which is, um,

but he'll be back.

I know he'll be back.

It's quiz night at the Crown.

He never misses quiz night.

♪♪

The next question's
the last in this round.

And we'll have a
short intermission for those who

want to recharge their glasses.

Question 10.

What is the longest river in India?

Indus.

Oh.

Make that Russia.

Thank you very much.

Blame him.

We'll recommence in 10 minutes.

Hello, Tom.

-Viv.
-Want to keep your friend under control.

He's liable to get
himself lynched in here.

A bit of a justifiable homicide,
that, wouldn't it?

Viv, have you seen Wilmot this evening?

I doubt he'll be in.

His neighbor died today.

I suppose you'd know that.

Is that why you're here?

I don't know where he is.

I'm going to ask one
of the Chateau Lafitte's.

They should know.

-The what?
-The name of his quiz team.

I think I know that one.

Yeah, you do.

You know the face.

You know the glasses.

Local celebrity and former TV quiz show

host, Mike Spicer.

Bloody hell, he was awful.

The fellow with him, that's Otto Benham.

What, the one who was peddling
the rumors about Nick Turner?

Yeah.

Yes?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,

and this is DS Scott.

And we were wondering if either of you

could tell us where Wilmot is.

I know he's let us down.

Got a bloody round
of football questions.

He's our sports expert.

Or at least he's supposed to be.

Probably staying at home.

Some misguided attempt
at respect for the dead.

His neighbor managed
to fall off his roof

and kill himself today.

We're actually keeping an open mind

as to whether or not Mr. Turner fell off

the roof all on his own.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you treating Jack
as a suspect, Inspector?

Well, he's not at home.

Wife doesn't know where he is.

Did he take the car?

No, apparently he walks
to the station in the morning.

On another matter, we've been told

that someone has been putting
rumors about that Mr. Turner was

dipping into his client's accounts.

Nothing to do with me, Gav.

You heard the rumors?

Of course.

Never trust your money to a man
who pays his bills late.

Or drinks low alcohol lager.

It's not growing on me.

-Is it you?
-I'm in the bank.

What do you do?

I don't know.

Thank you for your time, gentlemen.

Spot the churns, good graduates.

Perkins from the bank's over here.

Think he's worth
another word, don't you?

I think the barmaid might
be worth talking to as well.

Well, she looks like one
of life's observers.

You might have seen something.

-Yeah, OK.
-See what you can get.

Mr. Perkins, we meet again, sir.

Please.

Thank you.

Do you think Otto had anything
to do with what happened

at Sanford House today?

This is George,
Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

Yes.

Why are you asking?

Otto Benham didn't get where
he is by keeping to the rules.

We had a minute's
silence earlier for Nick.

They just carried on sipping
their wine, both of them.

Arrogant-and-sos.

Everybody else comes
down here for a laugh.

Talk about competitive.

That lot take the quiz very seriously.

That means they win a lot.

Otto can't stand losing at anything.

Quiz night or anything.

Cheers, Jane.

Your teammate seems
a bit under the weather.

Jane knew Nick Turner quite well.

She used to work for him.

How well did she know him?

Quite well.

Thank you.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby,
Jane Hampton.

How do you do?

I understand you knew
Nick Turner quite well.

Yes, I did.

We'll be starting the next round
in a couple of minutes.

If you haven't got your drinks in yet,
you better do it now.

I'd like to have a chat with you,
if that's all right.

A bit later on,
get a bit of background on Nick.

Where can we reach you?

I live at the lodge
at the entrance to Sanford House.

OK, we'll be in touch.

-Thank you.
-Excuse me.

It's not a good time to
talk to Sarah, so I'll have

to pick my moment.

Sarah?

Jack's just not the sort
of person who goes off.

I mean, all I'm saying is it's weird.

It's very weird.

Especially in light of all the...

I know you, don't I?

You were on the telly.

Oh, just, um,
some trivial little game show.

Mike Spicer Game of Your Life.

Oh, that was awful.

Oh, just through the gates there.

You can pull out by the chariot.

♪♪

I'll give you a ring tomorrow.

Mr. Spicer will pay you.

♪♪

Any news?

Otto.

About Nick Turner?

Apparently Jack's disappeared.

Have you heard anything about it?

Just get some sleep, dear.

You need your sleep.

♪♪

♪♪

Antonia, what is it?

Is something wrong?

I baked you a loaf.

It's a bit early, isn't it?

What time is it?

Is Jack not back?

No.

No.

Oh, there were some letters
for Felicity in the box.

I wondered if you wouldn't mind.

Well, she's staying at the Hope, so.

It's a bit awkward
for me going up there.

Of course.

Come in. Come in.
I'll put the kettle on.

There's no word from Wilmot's wife, sir.

No messages.

So I think we have to assume
that Wilmot is still

missing, which makes
him our chief suspect.

Maybe Felicity Turner had a boyfriend,

and it's the old two birds
with one stone job, you know?

Get rid of the husband,
land the insurance money.

Yes, that's possible.

Unless, of course,
Wilmot is dead as well.

Any sign of your husband?

No.

We were just on our way up to see you.

Have you got a recent photograph of Jack

-we could use, please?
-I'm just on my way back now.

Do you want a lift?

Mr. Barnaby, do you think at some stage

I could have a few minutes of your time?

I'll walk back and look something out.

Mm.

It's just that something happened

when I was working for Nick.

Something that he asked me
not to mention to anyone,

but I was wondering
if in the circumstances

it might be relevant.

A man named Peter Blagdon contacted him,

and they had a meeting.

That's a familiar name.

You may be thinking
of Anthony Blagdon, his brother.

Yes, who used to own Sanford House.

He still owns a freehold, though I

don't think anyone ever sees him.

The agents handle all that.

And what was this meeting
with Peter Blagdon about?

I don't know.

It was away from the office.

But I saw him, a nondescript little man.

And I had the
distinct feeling something,

well, something shady was going on.

And then a couple of weeks later,

Nick came back
into the office one afternoon

looking terrible.

He said there'd been an accident,

and I asked if anyone had been hurt,

and he said with a kind
of weird look in his eyes,

you could say that.

I've never seen him like that before.

What did he mean?

He wouldn't say.

He changed the subject.

But it was about that time
he became depressed

and sort of,

oh, I don't know, spiky and withdrawn.

And your relationship with Mr. Tower,

that was purely professional, was it?

We were friends.

I don't know what
you've heard, but there

was nothing more than that.

What about Felicity, the wife?

Did she have anything with anybody?

Like who?

Like Wilmot, for example.

Jack's a flirt with everyone.

We've all had to put up with it.

OK, perhaps he was a bit
more persistent with Felicity,

but that's only
because she was too polite

to tell him to get lost.

What is it they say?

Boys and their toys.

Apparently they're all
very accurate reproductions.

Otto has his own private museum.

He can spend whole days
in there sometimes.

Which seems to suit us both quite well.

Not across the lawn!

How many times do I have to tell you?

I wouldn't mind
if she could pat across on her

own two feet in flat-soled shoes,

but I have to play croquet
on this rutted surface.

It's all yours.

Have you found Jack yet?

No, no, we haven't.

But a name has come up, and I know

that your knowledge of local families
is pretty extensive.

Do you know a Peter Blagdon?

Peter, I know Antonia.

Peter's his wayward brother, isn't he?

Lives abroad somewhere.

But you've never met him?

No.

I also have to ask you where
you were yesterday at midday.

-Ah.
-Ah.

I was at my office.

As everyone there can testify,
you're welcome to ask them.

Does the delicious Jane Hampton
have an alibi?

You were talking to her last night, eh?

Yes, why do you ask?

You know she was in love with him,
with Nick Turner.

We all know how quickly
love can turn to hate.

That's why she left Turner and Martin.

Couldn't bear being so close to him,

not being able
to show her true feelings.

Why do you say that?

Oh, everyone could see it.

Apart, of course,
from the idiot Turner himself.

He had no idea why she fell for him.

She used to have a high-powered
job in the city, you know?

Couldn't cut the mustard,
had a nervous breakdown.

That's probably why she was so attracted

to Nick Turner,

the human equivalent
of a comfort blanket.

A rather wet one at that.

I think you'll find her
on the bench at the end there.

Thanks, Sarah.

♪♪

I know,

I'll call you.

Felicity?

Hi.

I thought I'd bring up the post for you.

Antonia asked me to pass them on.

Thank you.

Is there any news on Jack?

He still hasn't appeared.

And are the police
treating him as a suspect?

♪♪

♪♪

And the Princess of Wales
descends the staircase

looking absolutely radiant.

She pauses, speaks to
one of the young ladies

who work here in the theatre,

and she meets Raymond Vosk,
the manager there.

He introduces her to the
assembled celebrities.

There, the Princess shares
a joke with the Count.

Mike Spicer there.

I'm holding hands now
with everyone I miss.

Never too much of a heartache.

Shout a word of love.

Is it Mike's birthday?

♪♪

Mike Spicer.

I've just had Barnaby around here asking

if I know Peter Blagdon.

How the hell does he know about that?

I don't think he does.

He's just fishing.

So when he mentions
Peter Blagdon to you,

don't react.

You've never met him.

Understood?

Oh, my god.

Now, just be calm.

It'll be fine.

He's probably on his
way over to you now.

Stay calm.

Yeah.

Yes.

Jack and me with Felicity and Nick.

That was a lovely day.

They've got a larger one,
Jack, perhaps their own.

Well, that's a good likeness.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Can we see this one?

Is there something wrong?

No.

No, it's nothing.

You'll think I'm completely balmy.

Try me.

I keep thinking I'm hearing these noises

as if, well,

it's rather a difficult one to explain.

When we first moved here,
Jack heard stories

at the pub about there being
an old wine cellar that was

supposed to be under the house.

He became a bit obsessed by it,
trying to find the entrance.

Anyway, he suddenly stopped looking.

It was odd.

Do you think he found it?

I had a nightmare last night
that he was locked in.

He was trying to communicate
with me somehow,

trying to get me to find the entrance.

And now I keep hearing these noises.

Who would have locked him in?

I'm just being silly.

There's no one.

Thank you.

Of course, we'll be in
touch if we hear anything.

And you'll contact us if he calls you.

Yes.

Uh, there's just one more thing.

Do you know Peter Blagdon?

Anthony Blagdon brother?

Yeah.

I've heard of him vaguely,
but you might try the agents.

Well, they handle
everything for Antonia.

Morgan Associates.

-OK.
-Thank you.

♪♪

I'm afraid I can't really help you.

Peter moved abroad shortly
after Antonia's wedding.

There was some sort
of scandal in all the tabloids

at the time.
And I

really have no idea
whether he's been back since.

Could you give me the Aura brothers'

contact details, please?

Antonia won't be able to help.

Well, I do need them.

I know for a fact they
haven't spoken in 10 years.

No idea whether he's alive or dead.

Cares less.

The report is better
than expected results,

but its outlook is dreary.

First half underlying profits
fell about 3% to $196.

I'm afraid I was here alone at the time,

so there's no one to corroborate it.

So no Mrs. Spicer?

Several.

And all of them are far better
off than me.

Everything I own these days hardly

touches the size
before it's winging its way

into their current account.

The ladies, eh?

Where would we be without them?

So we're not married at the moment?

I think I've learned that
particular lesson, Inspector.

No, uh, my last wife ran
off with the plumber.

Can you believe it?

I was bashed and nominated
for God's sake.

Or very nearly.

Do you know Peter Blagdon?

Mm, Blagdon.

Blagdon.

Isn't he that landowner chap?

No, you're thinking of Antonia.

This is Peter Blagdon.

Am I?

Oh, right, yes.

Uh, Peter.

Nope.

No.

Don't ring any bells.

What have you got there?

Peter Blagdon proven a bit evasive, sir.

He fell out with his brother,
Antonia, big time

after he got caught
on the job with Antonia's wife

at Antonia's wedding reception.

So, uh, no one knows where he is.

But I've been on to one of my
contacts at the tabloids.

He dug around in the archives
and came up with this.

Now, that's 10 years out of date,

but that is Peter Blagdon right there.

-You sure?
-Yeah.

I mean, we've got a few other pictures,

but that's the best one.

You can see why I'm confused, can't you?

You described the man you saw
as being small, nondescript.

This is not the Peter Blagdon
who was with Nick Turner.

Causton police station, duty sergeant.

Mr. Martin.

Mr. Barnaby, I wonder if
you might have a word.

You asked me to check
through the accounts.

There is some money missing
from the client's account.

How much?

$150,000.

♪♪

♪♪

Ah, Antonia.

Just the person we're looking for.

What are you doing here?

We're looking for you, my dear.

I think I just said that.

Where's Jack?

I don't know where Jack is.

-No, no, no.
-I know that's

the official line, but you can tell us.

You can tell us, Antonia.

I wouldn't tell you anything.

Ever.

I know you're behind this.

I know.

Just go away.

Some say the story's
a load of old rubbish.

Some say it's genuine.

What about you?

Do you think there's a
secret cellar under Sanford House?

I mean, they don't know
Havonder Clue Camp.

-That's me.
-I know someone who's been down there.

Do you?

Charlie Rice.

He swore to me it was true.

And he never spun a line, did he?

Who's Charlie Rice?

Dead now.

He was an old boy,
80s, vivid imagination.

Don't think there's anyone else who's

-claimed to have been down there.
-OK.

OK.

Thank you.

Scott.

Sir?

Any luck with Sarah?

I think she's a bit nervous
talking here, sir.

So I thought I'd ask around
for a Chinese,

get the setting right.

-She's up for it, sir.
-We'll go from there.

Somebody's nicked the
white line machine.

Mr. Barnaby.

Hello, Steve.

I've just come down from the pavilion.

Supposed to mark up the football pitch.

The white line machine's gone.

Who'd do that?

It's not as if they couldn't
have borrowed it if they'd asked.

Well, you must report it, Steve.

Yeah, well, maybe it'll turn up.

Hey, Steve, we've just
been talking about that,

you know, the rumor of a secret cellar

underneath Sandford House.

Do you think there's
any truth in that at all?

It's not impossible.

It's not likely.

Do you think I could have a word?

Yeah.

It's just, you know I
told you when I was working

on the bench and I didn't have a

view of the roof when it happened, like,

I don't know if it
means anything, but it was

Felicity, Mrs. Turner who asked me
to work there on the bench at that time.

Are you trying to tell us
something here?

No, no, no, it's just...

Well, I normally decide
for myself when I'm going to work.

No-one tells me normally.

♪♪

Oh.

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♪♪

No!

What is it you want? Money?
Is that what you want?

Oh my god! Not my mouth!

I have asthma, not choker!

♪♪

Oh, no! Please!

What... what's going on?

You... what...

Who are you?

Is this some kind of joke?

What is this?

What are you doing?

I order you to stop!

Do you hear me?

Right! That is it!
My God! It's a 78 Marko!

You bloody maniac!

Birdie, is that you?

What are you doing?

For God's sake, call the police.

Birdie?

You're in a bit of a pickle, aren't you?

Oh, you stupid woman.

Do something.

Call the police.

Do you hear me?

Can I suggest
about five degrees to the left?

♪♪

Sergeant's just over there, sir.

The postman who found the body
removed some of the glass,

looking for vital signs that weren't on.

Think someone's making a point?

Several.

Well, we'll be able to give
Steve's white liner back anyway.

Someone's gone to a great deal
of trouble over this.

Ah.

Mr. Barnaby, come in.

Cup of coffee?

-Uh, no.
-No, thank you.

This is Scott.

May we express our
sincere condolences for your loss?

Thank you very much.

Brown sauce.

I haven't been allowed
brown sauce for 30 years.

We understand that you
were positioned at an upstairs

window when the postman found you.

Yes, that's right.

I saw it all.

It was absolutely ghastly, terrible.

Can you describe the intruder?

Well, he was wearing black,
black balaclava,

quite tall, I suppose.

Other than that, it was quite a show.

Oh.

Mrs. Benham,
we have to ask this question.

Who inherits your husband's estate?

I do.

I think I do.

Otto!

-Otto!
-Oh, God.

It's Mike Spicer.

You couldn't deal with him, could you?

I don't think I could face him just now.

I'm sorry, sir.

He's my friend!

I'm sorry, sir.

Mr. Spicer?

Thank you, Paul.

Sir.

Mr. Spicer.

Mocking him in death.

This is a revenge killing.

Indeed.

We are wondering what
it's in revenge for.

Well, how the hell should I know?

What are you suggesting?

Can you tell us where you were
last night around about 12 o'clock?

At home in bed.

Why?

Where the hell do you think I was?

It's as I thought.

I knew my husband wouldn't want his wife

to be seen to go without.

Did you get rid of him?

Yes, we'll talk to Mr. Spicer later.

That's, uh, the stuff from the safe.

Mm-hm.

Chateau Latour, 1961.

I take it that was a good year.

Who'd bother faking a bad one?

They're obviously fakes.

Possibly.

It's one of Otto's scams.

Sir?

There are some more wine labels as well.

Latour, 59, Peter, 61,
Amargo, something called

a Haute Brian.

I don't know much about wine.

I think it's quite expensive.

What sort of scam?

It's no use asking me.

I kept well out of his doings.

Something's iffy.

You can count on that.

Mrs. Benham, do you think there was
any significance in them

putting you by the window
like that so you could,

uh, witness what was happening?

Yes, I think there probably was.

I've always been aware
of what a shasta otter was,

but I decided early
on to turn a blind eye.

I've always been very
keen on comfort, status.

Couldn't really live a life without it.

I imagine whoever it was thought
that witnessing my husband's

death would be a form of punishment.

But you see,
I'd had my punishment already.

No, no, I don't mean
the riding accident.

I mean living with the man, sharing his

appalling life.

Quite punishment enough.

I suppose I did feel
a twinge of pity in his

last shuddering squirps of agony, but...

Not a great deal.

Who says marriage is dead?

I want you to take
the wine and the labels

to the auctioneers in Causton.

See what their experts make of them.

Antonia.

I'm so sorry, Bernie.

You must feel awful.

Mixed feelings, really.

How are you?

Any word from Jack?

No.

Nothing.

Come and have a cup of tea.

Or maybe something stronger.

Do they know who did it?

Think they'd be spoiled
for choice in the enemies

of Otto Department.

Bernie, I'm sorry to ask.

At a time like this,
it must seem really selfish

when you've just lost your
husband and everything.

But I'm desperate.

What is it, my dear?

What's happened to Otto,
it's made me think.

You see, I've been suspecting
that Jack was involved

with Otto in some kind of,
excuse me for saying this,

but some kind of dodgy deal.

Oh, please.

If it involved Otto,
it almost invariably was.

We've just found a whole collection

of faked wine labels in the safe.

If that isn't a dodgy deal,
I don't know what is.

Come on, my dear.

I'd offer champagne
if there was any left.

But I rather think it's all on the lawn.

Oh, no.

There is a bottle left.

Bit of bubbly, my dear.

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Otto Benham?

When did it happen?

Around about midnight last night.

I have to ask you this.

Were you both here last night?

Yes.

Yes.

Mrs. Turner, did your husband ever

mention an old wine cellar
under Sanford House?

He may have done.

I think it was more Jack
who went on about that.

It was just an odd story, wasn't it?

How about you?

Do you know anything about it?

Not really.

They're Karuma.

I've never paid much attention.

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Now, a case of the Petrus 61
went for $90,000, apparently.

Six bottles of the Mouton Rothschild
fetched $70,000.

But they both had a
very good provenance.

I think that's like a pedigree, sir.

Still, the auctioneer
reckons that a full bottle

of clear, good quality
wine like this one,

even without the provenance, would cost

at least a grand a bottle.

So we're talking very big money
if all of these were genuine.

But this is where it gets interesting.

The auctioneer reckons that these

aren't even very good fakes.

Any expert worth his
salt could spot them.

And the really interesting thing
is that this bottle,

the genuine Latour 61, was brought in

for valuation a month ago.

That actual bottle?

-Yeah.
-The auctioneer says he recognized

the stain on the label.

So it was brought in by two gentlemen

who both wanted to know the value of it

and were very impressed
when they found out.

One of them, he recalls,
had a rather flamboyant handkerchief

in his breast pocket.

They also brought in a list
of other vintage wines

they wanted prices for.

Exactly the same wines
as these fake wine labels.

He offered to get back to them
with some more information,

but they seemed strangely reluctant

to give their contact details.

Yes, it would be.

Descriptions?

They're both six foot, both 30-ish.

Nick Turner and Wilmot
was my thinking, sir.

DCI Barnaby.

-Dan Scott.
-Oh, could you slow down a minute?

-Start again, please.
-Did she say what it was about?

All right.

-Calm down.
-We'll be right...

-Over.
-There.

You first.

Jane Hampton, sir.
She's in reception.

Want to talk to us?

I will see her on the way.

That was Antonia.

She reckons she's found
the entrance to the cellar.

Hello there.

I'm afraid we're just on our way out.

-I'm sorry.
-It won't take a moment.

I don't know if I should be saying this,

it feels a bit awkward, but...

I went around to see
Felicity at Sarah and Steve's

to give her some post.

And well, she was in the garden
and didn't know I was there.

And I heard her laughing and happy
on her mobile to someone.

And then when she'd finished her
call and saw me,

she was suddenly the sad,
grieving widow again.

It just seemed,

well, that's what it was.

It was probably nothing,
but I just thought I'd better.

-No, no.
-You were right to tell us.

It's down there. The door on the right.

I don't remember a padlock
being on there before.

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Here.

Someone's cleared a path through here.

This is what I saw.

I thought I'd better call you.

I wasn't sure what I might find.

I don't know.

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Quite a lot of footprints.

They look recent.

Here.

What about this?

Wine cases.

They've been standing there
for several years.

Or alternatively,
it's been made to look that way.

That's handy.

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This is DCI Barnaby.

Please leave a message after the tone.

It's me.

I know you haven't forgotten
the Fadderfields due tonight.

Cab's picking us up at half past 7.

Just to remind you.

See you soon.

He's left the key in the lock.

Have you got a signal?

No.

There's not enough gap
underneath the door

to get at it, even if
we manage to push it through.

Our only chance, Scott,
is to dig into the door frame here.

Right.

Jack's dead.

I'm sorry?

If he's not down here, he's dead.

I know it.

I just know it.

Why do you say that?

He didn't kill Nick.

He wouldn't kill anyone.

And he wouldn't just disappear.

Someone killed Nick and Otto.

And they've killed Jack as well.

Who?

Who killed your husband?

-I don't know.
-I'm just saying.

You thought that the cellar was
under the house, didn't you,

before?

What made you all of a
sudden look for the entrance

in the outbuildings?

How goes it?

Well, the damp's softened
the wood a bit, sir.

It's still going to take a while.

You're supposed to be somewhere, sir.

Yes.

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Supposed to be taking Zara
out for a Chinese tonight.

Could have picked a better time
to be locked in a secret

underground cellar, sir.

We're going to get out of here
before the air runs out,

before we all die of thirst.

Yeah, of course we will.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Well, it's going a bit slower
than I thought, sir.

We'll get out.

Don't you worry.

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You asked me why I decided
to look in the outbuildings.

For the cellar.

It was because I found Otto
and Mike Spicer coming out of them.

When was this?

Yesterday evening.

I'd been shopping
and I'd just parked the car.

And you thought, well,
they'd been down here in the cellar?

Well, not immediately.

When Bernie told me about the
fake wine labels you'd found,

I thought there might be a connection.

There was some kind of con
going on, wasn't there?

Looks likely.

Was your husband involved in that?

He was worried, I could tell.

But he never confided
in me about business.

I knew he wasn't happy.

And Nick Turner, was he involved?

I think so.

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Honestly, so, how can I go through this?

I just saw a couple of these things.

Jumpy, jumpy things on its own.

And it's got two guys, one side.

What's the other way?

Oh, thank you.

I feel bad about Zara, sir.

Standing her up like that, poor thing.

She'll be gutted.

Yeah, I can imagine.

Well, a shy girl like that,
low self-esteem.

Must have made her a day
being asked out by you.

Like you know, sir.

Spread it around a bit.

No, but seriously, Mrs. Barnaby, she'll

be getting anxious by now, sir.

Thank you.

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God, I'm fat.

Imagine being locked in a wine cellar,
there's nothing to drink.

Yeah.

You got any idea what the con was, sir?

Well, I can make an educated guess.

Unfortunately, it doesn't help
much in explaining the murders.

But you think Nick Turner
with 150 grand of his client's

money, you think he was the mark?

Yeah, looks like that.

Antonia mentioned that Jack had suddenly

stopped looking
for the entrance to the cellar

a couple of months ago.

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I think he found it.

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And my guess is it was empty.

What about the marks
of the cases in the dust?

I think someone put them
there quite recently.

The wine bottle and the labels
were found in Otto's safe.

He's the one.

He's the one orchestrating all of this.

How he first came up
with the idea, who knows?

Maybe when he heard
about the cellar from Jack,

the con man in him just
instinctively thought,

you know, there's something I might use.

How?

This is just a hypothesis, OK?

We know that they got someone
to impersonate Peter Blagdon

because the man that Jane saw,
he wasn't the real thing.

My guess is that they installed
the fake wine

down here in the empty cellar.

Probably plonked from the supermarket

with the real labels soaked off and the

faked ones put on.

Dust it down with, well, I don't know,
with the contents of hoover bags.

To make it look like no
one had been here for decades.

The whole place dressed to look like an

ancient, forgotten wine cellar,
full of priceless old

wine, all fakes.

Except one.

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One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

As a matter of fact,
this really is a genuine, old,

forgotten wine cellar.

And there's nothing
like a little bit of truth

to sell the biggest lies, is there?

So then they just had
to prepare their story,

brief the man who was going
to play Peter Blagdon,

and then sell the con to Nick.

I'm there in the middle
of a London drinks party,

and suddenly I'm talking
to Peter Blagdon,

brother of Antonia.

And he's back from Martinique
or something for a funeral.

So I ask him, does he know anything

about the cellar
that's supposed to be here,

the one I've been looking for?

He says, calm as you like, that he's

been in it with his
grandfather 40 years ago,

just after his
grandfather had been round

France on a wine buying trip.

So I ask him,
was there anything down there?

He says, it was packed.

with vintage wine.

Now, this is strictly
between you and me.

That's understood, OK?

-Yes, yes, of course.
-Because strictly speaking,

the contents of the cellar

would still belong to Anthony Blagdon.

He doesn't know it exists.

Not a clue.

And the thing is,
there were some fantastic

vintages around that time.

But then, his grandfather died.

This Peter reckons no one
else knows of the whereabouts

of the cellar.

Anyway, he's obviously
a bit down on his luck.

He said, if I was interested, we could

come to some kind
of financial arrangement.

Then, they must have met
up with the Peter Blagdon

impersonator and arranged
to take a look.

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I need to take one of these
to get some idea of value.

Next step, the genuine
expert at the auctioneers

whom we know they visited.

Have you got a pen?

Now we need to take
down the names little calculation

and it looks like
the collections worth hundreds

of thousands of pounds. It's very nice

So then they move on to the next phase

Good. I've just been
speaking to Mike Spicer.

He's got a dealer contact that can take

the whole lot. No questions asked

We're talking a million plus

Mike Spicer wants in, of course.
He says he can raise 50k, no problem.

Well, I can manage a 50 as well, just.

I mean, Peter Blagdon no fool.

He's not going to ask for peanuts.

If you don't want to get involved,
I'll understand.

I don't really know what I'm doing.
It's not my normal thing.

It's just...

You know, it feels like a
-a-lifetime opportunity.

Amen.

Then the Peter Blagdon
stand-in would name his price.

It almost inevitably ups the ante.

Standard con procedure.

Quarter of a million?

Cheaper the price.

You know what it's worth.

No negotiation.

By this time, Nick's been hooked.

He's probably checked
up on what the wine is worth,

and it all adds up to a
can't-lose proposition,

or so he thinks.

There's no way I can raise another 100K.

I have to speak to Mike.

I can do it.

150 grand?

No problem.

I imagine they just reeled him in.

So they've got 150 grand,
but what about the wine?

I mean, we know the wine
experts wouldn't

have been fooled by those labels.

Didn't have to fool
the wine experts, Scott.

Just Nick.

And then, destroy the wine.

Destroy it?

The accident that Nick
mentioned to Jane in the office?

The wine was fake.

So once they'd taken the money off Nick,

they had to convince Nick
that the wine was gone.

They couldn't just say it was stolen.

Much simpler, to arrange
a little accident in which

all the wine is destroyed.

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♪♪

♪♪

Come on. Relax.

Jack's not going to lose it.

What the hell's that?

Looks like oil on the car.

♪♪

I... I don't know what happened.

I... I just lost control.

That's bloody 50 grand!

What do you mean 50 grand?

I've been 150.

They all have
to pretend they were gutted,

lost all that money.

They'll just chalk it
up to a bad experience,

something like that.

And all the time,
they're up 150,000 pounds,

minus expenses.

And Otto also had
the pleasure of knowing

that Nick had taken the money
from his client's account,

spread a few rumors
about the embezzlement,

make sure it was discovered.

That would mean that Nick
would be struck off.

Why kill Nick?

I mean, why kill him?

They've already taken 150 grand off him.

Why chuck him off a roof as well?

Yeah, well, I told you.

Doesn't explain the murders.

Okay, it's half past two.
Joyce will be having kittens.

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You can see how someone desperate like
Nick Turner could fall for it, though, sir.

I mean, it is a neat con.

I suppose it's all about people
wanting to believe.

Easy money, hidden treasure.

Everyone's a sucker. You just choose the

right location or context,

and then you dress it up convincingly.

Well, she was in the garden
and didn't know I was there.

And I heard her laughing
and happy on her

mobile to someone.

And the same clothing.

There's gonna be another murder.

♪♪

Be happy now.

Yeah.

Come on, move it out.

Sit, come on.

♪♪

What time is it?

8 o'clock.

In the morning?

In the morning.

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It's going to take forever.

Try again.

Hello? Is there somebody there?

Oh, Mr. Barnaby, I'm so sorry.

I saw your car outside.

Can you look after Antonia?

Can't stop.

-We'll explain later.
-Thank you.

Can you give Joyce a ring,
please, Scott?

Just wanted to know
that everything's all right.

Well, Mrs. Barnaby, this is Dan Scott.

Oh, Daniel.

How lovely to hear from you.

Yeah.

Mr. Barnaby asked me
to call you to let you

know everything was all right.

We were unavoidably detained
last night, but now we're,

yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell him.

What?

What is it?

Mrs. Barnaby asked if you could pick up

a carton of plain yogurt on your
way home this evening, sir.

You're having curry tonight.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you, Scott.

Bullard.

Hello, Mr. Bullard.
This is Dan Scott.

Mr. Barnaby's asked me
to ask if you could find out

what make of suit Nick Turner
was wearing when he died.

What make of suit?

-Yeah.
-Shoes as well, please.

We're trying to establish where
he might have bought them.

No problem.

-I'll call you.
-Thank you.

He's on the case, sir.

Mr. Spicer?

Hello?

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Not what you'd call a
-the-moment thing, is it, sir?

George.

The suit label is Calum and Kerr.

And the only people I know locally
who would stock them

are Bryan brothers.

So I gave them a ring to check.

And yes, they remember the sale.

Apparently Nick Turner is a
valued customer of theirs.

And there was something
unusual about it.

Yeah, he bought two of everything

and paid in cash, huh?

Exactly right.

Hey, George, got another body for you.

Yes, I heard.

I'm on my way.

Thank you, George.

-What's going on, sir?
-Hang on.

Hello?

Sarah, this is DCI Barnaby.

Is Felicity with you?

You just missed her.

Did she say where she was going?

No, she didn't.

But she's not going up to Sanford House.

I offered her a lift.

But she was with you before she left.

She's been here all morning.

In fact, she asked me to stay with her.

Alibi.

-Excuse me?
-Look, I've got to go. Thank you.

-Thank you.
-I'll be in touch.

Alibi?

Yeah, she made certain of it, which

suggests to me that she
knew what was going to happen.

You're talking about Felicity Turner?

Yeah, she just left
Steve and Sarah's place.

I think she's going to see him.

Him?

You think she's got a boyfriend?

Not a boyfriend, Scott.

Not a boyfriend.

Did you notice anything
about that photograph?

Antonia, shoulders
of them all in the garden.

Nick and Felicity, Antonia and Jack.

Nick and Jack, pretty much
the same build, aren't they?

Same color hair.

And Felicity deliberately identified

the body that fell
from the roof as her husband.

But it wasn't.

It was Wilmot.

Nick Turner is still
very much alive, Scott.

And he is our killer.

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You said it, Scott, didn't you?

We're all suckers at heart.

You dress up something convincingly

in the right context.

I mean, Antonia, his own wife,
she was standing, what,

a few feet away?

Didn't recognize the body
of her own husband.

After little,
the body landed head first.

No!

No, for God's sake!

My guess is Nick Turner
made sure it did.

So he discovered he'd been conned,
and it was all payback.

Nick and Felicity together.

♪♪

Somehow, they lured him up to the attic

on the morning of the murder.

I'm going to enjoy this.

Bastard.

They stripped him,
and dressed him in the

identical clothes that
Nick would wear later,

and that he'd made sure Sarah,
the cleaner,

saw him in before he went
up to the roof.

Then they tied him up, restraining him,

gagging him in some way
that wouldn't leave any marks.

Later, he must have
knocked out Jack again.

I mean, it wouldn't be
easy for us to notice

the smaller injuries,
the massive ones from the fall,

-would it?
-Took off the gag, men

handled him over the edge,

and then let him drop.

Felicity made sure
she got to the body first

so she could cradle the head
in a way that meant no one

else could see it properly.

Just in case.

Simple, but effective.

He can't be charged with murder
if he's already dead, can he?

And you think she's going to meet him?

Yeah.

The question is, where?

It turned out the only
remaining asset the parents had

was their house in Causton.

It wasn't my idea, I swear!

That's the wrong answer, Mike.

Please!

Careful, little claret. You're getting
the raspberry there, Mike.

-That's a good picture.
-Very pleasant.

Oh, and it might be
worth your time to answer

this next one correctly.

for another minute or two of your
worthless conman existence.

What makes you think you have the right

to destroy other people's lives, Mike?

I'm going to have to hurry you.

You can go to hell!

I think you'll be getting there
somewhat ahead of me.

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If you can get a couple
of men round the back quietly,

keep the rest out front, OK?

They wouldn't have already done
the runner, would they, sir?

No, Felicity's got to collect
the life insurance before they

start their new life together.

OK.

Ha!

Bye.

Till the gurgling.

I was just so amazed
by how much he managed to drink.

It must have been a bottle and a half.

I just wish we'd videoed Otto.

I'd really like to see that one again.

You know we're not going to be
able to risk seeing each other

until the money comes through.

It could be months, doesn't it?

Excuse me.

You won't be seeing each
other for considerably longer

than that.

We've got officers front and back,

in case you're thinking
of doing a runner.

Wrists out together, please.

Imagine the station
not noticing we were missing, sir.

Still, it's one thing
for your colleagues

not to realize you're not there,
but for your own wife

not to realize you hadn't
spent the night with her, sir.

That must hurt a bit.

Well, you might be hurting
a little bit, too, Scott,

once Zara is finished with you.

I don't think that girl is
as meek as you think she is.

Oh, no, she's a shy one,
sir, that you can tell.

Anyway, I think being locked
in the cellar all night

by a triple murder is a better excuse

than saying the car broke down and there

was no signal on the mobile.

Oh, Sarah.

Before you say anything,
I'm really sorry about last night,

but the car broke down.
I was there for hours.

What?

I did try my mobile,
but I couldn't get a signal.

It's just.

That's OK.

Don't worry.
It's fine.

I've got a friend that might like
to go out with you.

Really?

Thanks, anyway.

Oh, she'll take a long time
to recover, Scott.

No question.

OK.

-Thanks, man.
-Mm.

Well.

That must be off.

Don't forget the yogurt, sir.

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