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Thank you!

And here it is!

But trims inside.

You'll be more than
happy to sign your book.

Thank you.

I like it.

Oh, wait, just a step.

Just up.

It must.

That's better.

Can't have the great
man not looking his best.

Thank you 1,000 times over and
remember that treasure is within.

Oh.

Sorry to interrupt.

But there's the small
act of the church high.

My publishers are taking care of expenses.

She said you are not.

You must have misheard Rev.

He's done it all the excitement.

Hello.

Are you helping
yourself? There you go.

That's good to know.

That's more than you can eat it for.

Where's Ludo?

Yes.

I'm going to go to the
railroad bank in the middle.

Oh, Dad wanted to know if
everything's prepped for the quiz night?

Tell him it's all in hand.

When did you get here?

About an hour ago.

And 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.

Take that silly hat off.

Welcome, everyone.

As you all know, we're
here to celebrate the ten-year

anniversary of Bertram
Jules Brilliant Book Seeker.

A tone of cryptic
visual clues that lead to

hidden treasure, worth
a life changing amount.

Bertram.

It's been a decade since
your book was first published.

And no one is any of the
closer defining the treasure.

Why do you think that is?

It was never meant to be easy.

I'm 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.

So, if there is to be a
new version of your book,

why are you selling
the old version outside?

Oh, that book, the original,
still contains the solution.

If you look hard enough.

Does it, though? Only.

Let me take you back twenty-four 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.

Right.

You need to sort this.

Quickly.

Any deal we had is on hold who you do.

Luto.

It's not true any of it.

Do you talk about your past or your book?

What are you doing?

No spare time's room.

It was a big trip through.

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.

dd Bertrand.

Is it safe?

Everyone's gone.

Any on 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 Sepp,
prove you the real deal.

You first, haven't.

Not even ever you are.

dd There you are.

Ten years.

I have been looking
for that treasure.

What I really conned 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.

Got a number right here.

The treasure is real, Anisha.

And it's out there waiting for only
the brightest and the best to find it.

And you've got the brightest I know.

I think I'll dig it up.

What do you mean? It's treasure.

Sepp thinks it's his best
chance of redemption.

I hear your anniversary.

It was a roaring success.

If I find out it was you
who raked up my past.

I don't know more about
you than I can stomach.

Why would I bother digging any further?

Because I don't know
claims to be hyper-intelligent.

You're not very bright.

A fellow.

You sold me out and you know it.

Do you talking about life you've been?

Tell me it's furious.

You wash out with the house.

I know.

A really good removal man.

And give me the number.

Did you just back off a fellow?

I can't live on a journalist, sir.

Never mind her.

I need a favour.

dd Hot knock.

You meant to say he was 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 to calm down.

Okay?

I want to show you something.

It's the new page.

And only two people have ever seen it.

Me? Now you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

That'll be cheating.

I'm already in enough trouble.

I just want you to see
that I'm not a con man.

Maybe once, but not now.

Friends again?

It's not going to be that easy.

Well, then it's down to me to prove myself.

Me and Tom will be in the pub.

Dammit! dd I'm relaxed.

I'll give Eli a show.

You can do that.

All right.

There's no need to snap.

Boy's going to you.

Dad, there's something I've got it.

Oh, it's a large one.

Are you serious? Get out!

Scarlett!

Scarlett, it's so right, Joe.

It'll be all over the local
paper soon enough.

Smile, sweet angel.

Smile.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? dd Okay.

Speak quickly and clearly.

No stumbling or mumbling over your words.

Go.

We haven't done breakfast yet.

I didn't get this
fast-stopping for porridge.

I think you just caught highly on bones.

John!

Mm.

In what year did...

dd Winter.

What was that?

Sorry for calling around so
early, but the body's been found.

Well, there goes my practice.

It was through to the
semi-final of a pub quiz.

The pub quiz, Jamie.

The biggest one amidst summer.

Congratulations, Mrs. B.

You know, I always thought that
you were the real brains of the family.

You mentioned a body winter.

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 creates a picture book full of
cryptic clues that lead to hidden treasure.

Are we talking pieces
of aid or pot of gold?

Well, that's all part of the mysteries.

I can't believe Bertram Jewell's a mister.

Was he, you mean?

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 going to be my
lines, building up to that.

I hope you brought a book to read.

He's packed tighter than a sardine.

Yeah, but time of death, yeah.

Early estimate puts it at late yesterday
evening, probably around 8 P.M.

Sir.

So I've seen this before.

There's seen 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? Oh, no.

Anyway.

That's a pretty severe blow to
their head, but not a fatal one.

Judging from a cyanosis
and hints of fatigue here,

tiny hemorrhages for the
intellectually stunted minutes.

He was suffocated under glass bowl.

This is the last picture
that the victim took.

Is that an angel?

Must be the treasure, sir.

After all these years,
he has worth a fortune.

Which is probably why it's gone AWOL,
alongside whatever he was bludgeoned with.

I'm guessing I'd have spayed.

Because a whole that deep
wasn't dealt with bare hands.

We need to establish his last known movements,
and he calls me mate who he spoke to.

I can't believe that it was buried
in mods in my eye all along.

I would have bet my life
savings on it being in Edinburgh.

5,000 pounds on building supplies.

The repairs to Sebastian's
church are mowing up.

Well, why did you take the
money out of our savings account?

Mr. and Mrs.

Trask, we've been advised that Bertram
Jewel has been living with you recently.

Yeah, that's right.

What's the superpower?

My favourite Mr. Jewel's body he
was found in the woods this morning.

First dead.

Yeah, I know this has come as a shock,
but one of the last time you saw Mr. Jewel.

Yesterday in the church, he was celebrating
ten years since his book was published.

Last time I saw him, was
outside a fellow can't shop.

Did he upset anyone recently?

I've got a bit of glue in the church.

There was this reporter.

Yeah, she said it'd been
imprisoned for a scam,

accused him of calling everyone with
his book, that there isn't any treasure.

People are furious.

Poor Lou Doe pushed over his photograph.

New day.

Oh, awesome.

He's slightly obsessed by the book.

It's not the only one, Danny.

Yeah, I've never seen
Venetia that angry before.

She was incandescent.

Venetia.

But she has spent a small
fortune trying to find that treasure.

How long had you known Mr.

Jewel? He came here a couple of
months before his book was published.

He wandered in.

Should you remember, Danny?

So he was looking up an old friend.

Yeah, remember all right?

He scoffed down a cream
tea, and I forgot to pay.

I chased him, he apologized.

We got talking.

And we became good mates.

How long has he lived with
you in months? Six months.

Five days.

Not that I'm counting on.

Um... Sir, I first said the Bertram sent
that photo of the angel to two people.

His publisher, who was back in London
last night, and one Ludo-Tras clue.

I'll talk to Ludo while you
speak to Venetia, but 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.

I'm gone.

Excuse me, but this is private property.

Ludo-Trasque.

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 enlarged 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.

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.

But 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 to really late.

Yeah, you didn't hear your
phone ping with a message.

Oh.

It must be on silent.

What would finding the treasure
mean to you, Ludo? Everything.

It'd be a life changer.

One of that is terrible.

Oh, poor Bertram.

When was the last time that you saw him?

Oh, well, I met him coming out of church

not long after the dead
barking of his anniversary party.

He was super keen to reassure me
that everything was right and proper.

Then 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? Home.

Alone.

Perfect course.

Did you notice if anyone at
the church openly confronted Mr.

Jewell? I'm not one
disturbed, but there is someone

in the village, utterly
obsessed by the book.

Ludo, class.

Now let's face it, the poor lad
would have been driven mad

having the author of his Manning
list, living in the same house.

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 it.

He called in last night to
make sure we were still friends.

He even showed me the 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.

That's gone.

Where is the treasure now?

What time did Bertram leave here, Ludo?

Probably around six.

Oh, wow.

This is a hundred times better
than anything I ever managed.

You were 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 cast.

He's a red herrick.

You meant to think about.

A schoolboy error.

You thought the one Rose in
the middle of the field of Lily.

Is the Rose for Rose
Street? Epic mistake.

Where did you
think it was? Here.

In Mars Fire.

I just never figured
out precisely where.

Looking to Ludo, he could
have been in the woods last night.

There's a pair of muddy
boots in his garage.

You think you got the tax from
Bertram and rest right out there?

Or he was already out there after
seeing Bertram's new page of clues.

Right, there's a new page.

That Fleur didn't find at the scene.

What did Vanishia butts
have to say for itself?

Things between her and
Bertram were amicable,

but she was a little too
keen to pin it on Ludo.

Alibi? None.

She was home alone.

I can't believe that.

I've ruled out Mars Maya.

I'm going to be in range.

Working alongside me makes
you wealthy in other ways, winter.

Anything on Bertram's prison record yet?

No, she'll get the info through any second.

Ah!

We have time for a coffee, then.

Maybe a piece of cake.

No, I really must winter.

Here we go, sir.

Here we go, sir.

Ah.

Sir Bertram served nine years
under his real name, Robert Grimes.

He got up 15 years ago.

What was he in for?

Well, there was a gas
leak, a state in Boston,

so Bertram went to the estate and sold castle
arms 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.

You just for sure.

It 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.

Well, that is a delicious cake.

You should have got one for yourself.

Is that all you have on him?

He was cautioned as a teenager for illegally
trying to influence the stock market.

Let's go around at the pub.

Find out if anyone was seen
following Bertram after he left.

I'll go over the church and find
out who else was angry with him.

Hmm.

Oh, beautiful cake.

Anyway, come on.

Went up.

I told Bertram he could seek refuge here.

There was a quest, savage
atmosphere after the revelation.

Did anyone, uh, specific,
confront him? Not that I saw.

There's more of a general
rumbling and grumbling.

What was Mr. Jules'
mood like? Yeah.

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 out 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 you.

Good Lord.

You lie.

What a wonderful job you've done.

This is just for the work I'm to know.

I'll see to it immediately.

Mr. Trask, you haven't
misplaced a spade recently.

Ah, not there.

No, I've.

Your son wouldn't have borrowed it.

I noticed he had muddy boots.

I asked because he's always
on looking for that treasure.

I'll be sure to check my luck up, though.

Did anyone else hear you tell
Bertram to prove himself? I did.

Hi.

I'm Ava.

It's a bastards wife.

You sign up Bertram took my advice,
and you think that someone followed him.

We were both at home all night.

What we said?

Yes.

Yes, we were.

All night.

I was Mr.

Jewel when he came in.

Uh, pretty upbeat.

He had one drink and
then... Left soon after.

He didn't see anyone
waiting for him outside of him.

No.

Sorry.

A big seat of 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 with 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.

Scarlett gets her brains from my mother.

And there's someone in the semi-final.

Why, you can tell them from us.

They have a great chance.

Yeah, the reigning champion
has been banned for life.

A cello card.

Yeah.

Nobody likes a cheat.

Sir.

Hublan Lord just told me that he
banned a cello card from his quiz.

After Bertram outed in for cheating.

I can tell us he lasts or
Bertram outside Mr. Khan's shop.

He gets even better.

Soccer just texts me that
the last person Bertram called.

I think I can fill in the rest.

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.

These are the calling the
press about his criminal past.

Sure.

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 them, my health.

Ban for life is quite a punishment.

Joel is a cretin.

Any 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 court of final,
I beat him hands down.

He was absolutely
humiliated, couldn't stand it.

So he made up a lie
that everyone believed it.

But judging by his past
now is to regur for him.

Which means he's always been at it.

His accusation can't be
doing your reputation any good.

Or your business.

Well, everyone knows now that Bertram is
a liar, so... I'm sure things will pick up.

You said that you're
clever of them, 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, we feel free to browse.

Here, you can browse.

Reading your hobbies into
the workplace? Oh, sorry, sir.

When I said it 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 Hinge E.G.

Space Town", which is
a crossword clue, right?

I'll take your word for it, wouldn't you?

So the answer is an anagram of the
words "at Hinge" with the E.G. taken out.

So you get Thane.

Well, Thane has in the
most famous Thane of all,

Macbeth, which immediately
made me think of Scotland.

I think I'm incredible.

And if you had 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?

All I'm saying, sir, is that I don't
believe that it can be a mods minor.

So what's this a photo of?

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, she probably
stitched notes and crosses it.

Or you could chase up
that reporter, preferably,

before that book takes
over your life again.

Sebastian?

Synod are threatening to
look into the church, France.

Just tell them you're
helping one of your flock.

Paint for the charlatans and the puzzle
solvers that you've heard over the years.

It's probably not what they think
of as a deserving call to another.

I've told you before,
and I'll say it again.

I will pay back every penny.

When exactly.

Now for that matter.

Sooner than you think. Trust me.

Thank you very much.

The school is 11 points.

Welcome, Sara.

Meet 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 school to beat is 11.

Could we start the time at, please?

Now.

How many keyboards to
notice this scarletty can pose?

555.

Where would I find a
mache? A golf course.

Strasement's bristle front
is a type of what? Oh, no.

Oh, no.

When job?

I'm sorry, could you repeat the question?

I'm at Sara's quiz.

So I just spoke to that reporter.

She was tipped off about Bertram
and you're not going to believe by him.

Well, thank you, Winter.

We'll go around first thing.

Congratulations, Sara.

You're going to first look right now.

I'm busy right now.

I'm sorry, Vanessa, but I need to know.

Did you follow Bertram last night?

What's your most important thing to say?

Only I told you it might
take up the treasure.

You of all people accusing me.

That's a bit of a wrench.

No, Ava dear.

You're the only sinner here.

Now as I said, I am busy.

The police think that Bertram
used one of Eli's space.

Did he think of the treasure?

I think he said anything that
leaked wouldn't take from us.

Oh, never mind, Bert.

I lied to the police, Danny.

What?

Why? Oh, 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 for 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 the
more interested in team cake.

Love.

I was the two policemen of our care.

Mrs. Trask.

Do you have a moment?

Would you like a pot of tea?

We'll give it a miss, thanks.

Now, also, we'd like to speak
to Mr. Mr. Trask in private.

Oh.

Of course.

Of course.

Excuse me.

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 you'd keep it confidential.

That was before Bertram was murdered.

Funny more, have you done?

He stopped.

It 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.

And the name of Robert
Grimes by any chance.

Well, I thought he 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 Mozzamaya.

Mrs. Trask, where were you
when Bertram Jules 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 the Bertram
to move on to leave us alone.

I promise you.

Dig into Downeyka, Trask.

I wanted to know if there was
more to her vendetta against Bertram.

Mr. Trask, did you check your locker?

Sorry, I forgot.

I can take you there now if you want.

Presumably you've read my email?

Hi.

Yeah, I was trying to work out of fair
price, and I'm thinking 1,000 pounds.

Oh, I think you can do a
lot better than that, or better.

Look, I could go to two, but
that's me being really generous.

Two.

If you're trying to diddle me.

You know, I want the piece, Venetia.

Let's be honest.

It's decent, but it's reasonable.

Yes, it is.

There are plenty of
other dealers I can go to.

OK, OK, OK, OK.

3,000, and that's more than generous.

I want more, much more, I follow.

Are you life-changing
a month 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 friend than a dealer.

I saw it to spades, not here.

Mr. Trask.

Sorry, I just can't believe
Bertram's really gone.

Did anyone else have keys to lock up?

No, I had to be honest, I rarely lock you.

This is a nice village.

Good people live here.

So anyone could have access?

When to tell them my hills,
we need to go over their CCTV.

It may just cover Mr. Trask's lock-up, sir.

What are you doing?

Oh, I need to see the new
page, the one that Bertram made.

The last I saw if it was in
Bertram walked out of there with it.

Then the police of course is.

I don't understand why do you need it.

Whoever killed Bertram
probably has the treasure now.

How old would you know that?

Because Bertram sent me a photo of it.

He did what?

Which of a way you look at
it, the hunt is over, Venetia.

Assuming 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 it.

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 as Bertram all over.

There's always another mystery to crack.

Always.

So you said that Bertram had the
new page on him to 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 over.

Seb, you gotta snap out of this.

Be the man I married.

You can't just let everything crumble away.

She's ruined us, Ava.

Mother and me.

I've been such a fool.

The money that I spend on her
travelling up and down the country.

Hiring so-called experts.

That's for those clever ways.

It's easy, Seb.

Easy.

It's okay, honey.

We'll work it out.

Surely there's a way around this.

I have the church thousands.

I could not 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.

She's ranted about taking
everything away from me.

Well, she's threatened you.

She was saying all kinds of mad stuff.

Like how the church is still out there.

You didn't believe her, did you?

No.

Lido, I'm telling you,
forget that damn book.

And you can forget
Bertram why you're at it.

There's so many better things
you could be doing with your life.

I know.

It's a chill.

Hey.

I'm done with it.

Promise you.

Venetia.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

And that.

I don't know.

And that.

And that.

And that.

Pretty much what we expected to see, sir.

Is it winter?

Only, if I'm not mistaken,
Bertrand's rock sack looks very full.

And when Fleur founded, it was very empty.

We've been looking at
this the wrong way around.

Bertrand 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 Jew diligent

and ask to see what he was
supposedly Bury in 10 years ago?

Maybe they're more
interested in their pre-sales.

Money talks, sir.

Doesn't do all the words.

Winter.

Ah, OK.

Yeah, we'll be there
as soon as possible.

Because I've murdered talks, too, sir.

Another body's been found in the woods.

Here we go.

I can confirm this is the niche of that.

First impressions are she was suffocated.

They're at the same
telltale signs of cyanosis.

What was it?

I said about the first victim winter.

Uh, hint at the geekier.

A geekier? Yeah.

Do 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.

And this is definitely another
pose from the books out.

I'm sure it's not you rampaging
around killing people into.

Do we have a ton of death yet?

We're looking at early evening.

You have an allop ironed.

Yeah.

Yeah, I was, I was busy receiving.

With another review coloring books.

Sir.

Sir.

That's too fun.

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.

Have your mother upset
anyone recently? I don't know.

I'm not sure if I gave them
things straight right now.

Well, uh, I've heard that she and Othello
Khan had a bit of a run-in outside of shop.

Do you know what it was about?

No, you'd have to ask
someone who was there.

Wait, did you say a fella?

Maybe that's who I heard.

Yesterday.

Or he could have been a day before.

I can't be 100% but I think I heard
mother speaking with someone.

No, no, actually, she was, she was arguing
with... It could have been with a fella.

Yes, Reverend.

I'm so sorry.

This is obviously a very difficult time.

Um, honey, why don't you have some rest?

Sir.

You might like it for posterity
and the new one's just arrived.

This is your idea of humor, Joel.

Stick to serving pints.

All right, all right, 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 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.

If they're low, please.

It'll be a chance for you
to set the record strain.

Maybe you 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 Butts sent an email

to a fellow car and asking
for a price on the angel.

When was this?

And the day after Bertram
Jewell was murdered.

How much did he offer her?

And I didn't respond.

Perhaps not there.

But they were seen
arguing not long afterwards.

Run through what we know so far.

OK.

One Bertram Jewell, his parole officer,

said that he left prison with
the idea for the seeker book.

Then he changed 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 he's upon the idea of creating
a new page to sell more books.

But before he can, he's outed
as a conman with a prison record.

So to save his reputation and
urged on by the local vicar no less,

and he heads into the words to try
and prove that the treasure's real.

Oh, and then we discover that Danica
Trask is the person out of Bertram.

Sir.

Get Socko to send
over a full inventory of

everything they found
in Bertram's bedroom.

How old are you?

Oh, and then Vanisha Bus 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
Vanisha either couldn't

find the angel, or kill
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, though.

The spade you found matches
the headwind on Bertram Jewel.

This box was made some 10 years ago.

But as for this beauty, I
rang an old boyfriend of mine.

He's big.

And takes one Swiss
bird that I was both

priceless and worthless
in the same heady breath.

He confirmed that the
angel's buried your old.

Only a year.

Then it can't be the treasure.

Someone had avocados of breakfast.

If you need more proof, angel
doesn't actually sit in the ceramic box.

And what exactly did it come from?

And at such short notice,
we need to talk to Eli again.

Eli.

Surely, a fellow can't, sir.

It's called getting all of
your ducks in a row winter.

Hello.

Mr. Tras, you told your wife you took
L5,000 out of your savings account.

The 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?

But it wasn't done any 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, or some old debt.

He did so too, though.

Five grams of a lot of
money just blithely hand over.

Wasn't anything new.

I only promised to pay a buck.

May I see the transaction?

Well, yeah, I could.

Ah, it's still stumbling
around looking for answers.

Why would 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 talked to her when I got back.

I make that two people that you've had a
falling out with that have ended up dead.

That is a giant leap young man.

Tell me about the angel that
Venetia tried to sell to you.

That dreadful thing, it's
cheapness speaks for itself.

It was so cheap you've charged
Bertram 5,000 pounds for it.

You know, I'd trust, 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.

Yes, it's from Bertram's bank account.

I can help you get rid of some
of this secret stuff if you want.

You're not listening.

I've seen the new page, but that's not all.

I think the treasure's still out there.

It's not over here.

What do you mean?

I think the treasure's still out there.

It's not over here.

What do you mean?

Venetia practically told me himself.

Ludo.

Son.

People see who I've been to.

I think the treasure's still out there.

It's not over here.

What do you mean?

Venetia practically told me himself.

Ludo.

Son.

People see who I've been to.

I think the treasure's still out there.

It's not over here.

What do you mean?

Venetia practically told me himself.

People see who I really am.

They'll admire me.

The person who solves one of
the greatest puzzles ever said.

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's taken
in enough of it lately.

We know that you and Bertram didn't
get on, so why would you help him?

He 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.

Then he believed him.

Knowing that he was a proven liar.

Well, the proof is in the born bush.

Joel or but beg 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 the angel any cast.

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.

Well, well, yes, the 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 was a very large house, so
I've had a lot of lost a few times.

I'll look into his alibi, sir, but
even money says that he's lying.

Just had the inventory through
for Bertram's belongings.

Scroll to the letter B.

Thank you.

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.

So I'm on a smartest Bertram would
never leave such an obvious trail.

Now, how did you really
find out about his past?

Mrs. Butts, can you tell us about
your relationship with Bertram Jewel?

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. Butts.

Please.

This is really not what you think it is.

I haven't heard that one before.

I mean it, it really
isn't. I was doing it for

Sebastian to get the
funds to be the church back.

And why would you need this funding?

Because of the niches demands, Seb had been
forced to dip into the church finances.

He had to pay back somehow.

And you having an affair with Bertram Jewel
was going to provide the money for that?

She saw that Bertram
kept trying to chat me

up, so she decided that
we could set them up.

I should take it as far as I couldn't.

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 in Venetia, then

why would she need
photos of you and Bertram?

They were her insurance
against me backing out.

And you didn't think to
look for them before now?

I 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.

Now, I'm intrigued, Mrs. Butts.

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's smart of God?

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 corn or other.

But he never realised what you're up to.

He was smitten, blind to
everything but what he felt about me.

He 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 corn, but he didn't go their way.

They.

Yes, they.

Twenty-four years ago,
Bertram had an accomplice,

and there was a one
mentioned in the file on him.

Find out who the detective in
charge of Bertram's case was.

Let's see if they remember
another name properly.

Could have been vanishes, sir.
She said that they were great friends.

Maybe she's the reason
Bertram came to Mod's

Maya, and now someone
saw revenge on him.

Perhaps winter.

But who? Oh, God.

Danny, you need to total you, though.

Oh, because he's still
looking for that damn treasure.

It's the trash. Yeah.

Did Bertram ever mention
people from his past to you? Er, no.

No, he was pretty guarded
about us, to be honest.

Why?

Can you tell us that he came
here to see some friends?

Yeah, yeah, I did.

He was looking for vanishes
cottage when he came into the cafe.

Sorry, I should have said that at the time.

Not going on, though.

Just vanishes, no one else.

No.

Did I hear you tell your wife that
Ludo is still looking for the treasure?

I guess you 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, thanks. I
think he's, er... Sorry, erm.

Sorry, it's done.

Call about later.

What are you doing?

That used to carry me.

Ludo?

It's not his, er... 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.

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 win turf?

Because every picture we've been
shown has turned out to be wrong.

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 may be through to the fine.

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, etc.

Sounds like you'd better
bring this trophy home.

It turned out she's the same reporter that
outed Bertram Jeweler, 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 Jewel's death.

Really?

Why would that be?

No, 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
cancelled, What on earth are you doing?

You said you were done with Bertram's book.

I think I've figured out the final clue.

I'll tell you.

It's gone.

After what he did.

What are you talking about?

I told you to forget about who you were.

You may be going to Oxford,
but I'm the clever one here.

Ah, thank you for coming in.

As long as there's a story in it for me.

What can you tell us about
Bertram Jewel'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 pub 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.

Helen Myhill died because of a gas leak.

Her house went up in flames with her in it.

Helen Myhill was the person
Bertram killed 24 years ago.

Sir, Scarlet Myhill would have heard the
name Robert Grimes at the book signing.

I'd say that's a strong possibility.

Thank you, Billy.

Will I get first tips on the story?

Mr. Myhill, you reinstated
a fellow con to your quiz.

Why was that?

I realized that Bertram had
been lying about a fellow.

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, Joel.

It'll be all over the local
paper 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,

will 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.

Did you know 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.

He'd always be sorry and
they'd been a great friend.

But that we should also remember
that he'd help get Scarlett into Oxford.

But you couldn't agree less, could you?

Scarlett, I was furious.

And he had no idea.

He thought he could just
wander off into the night.

I was just a guy around 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.

She was.

And that's what made it so precious.

And he took that from me.

And from Scarlett.

Tell me about Venetia Butte.

What about her?

Did you tell you that she was
also involved in this 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.

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, we're a Scarlet right now.

I don't know.

Why? I don't know.

It's okay.

They'll be a lot of the scare.

It's a place of peace and
worship and above all else hope.

No harm can before anyone here.

I saw the lights, see.

And I know you will too.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

Yes! Yes! Yes, sir.

First impressions are he was held
down a drone of all the spuggets.

Then dragged here and staged his.

I saw him struggle.

Judging from the punter of alcohol,

playing dunk the drunk with him
would have been over in seconds.

You know when he was killed?

I'd say an hour either side of 9pm.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Butts, but we
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.

Yes, so stupid.

So much has happened recently.

You didn't see or hear
anyone of 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 bad one.

I get attacked to find out if he
made any calls or vice versa.

So the killer's style's changed.

Change to do what way.

Wherever and butts wasn't positioned
as a page from Bertrand's book.

He was clearly posed, though.

Absolutely, but it's
something new altogether.

Yeah, if it stings, that
means it's too good.

It's my hill.

We had hope to speak to you yesterday.

Me. Why?

I told him what Bertrand 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 just seen Ludo.

I told him he was as bad as
Bertrand, which he most definitely is.

Were you alone in the woods?

For goodness sake, Scott's
got a bright future ahead of us.

She's not going to jeopardize that.

Three people have died, Mr. Myles.

This is ridiculous.

I can't take this anymore.

Dad is all right.

No, it's not all right.

Because that monster sat there, and
he just expressed the sort of carry on.

As if everything was all right.

Didn't say anything, I didn't do anything.

Just stood there useless.

And then it would be so ashamed.

Dad, stop!

Sir, is that the new page?

What am I going to do, Danny?

I lost everything.

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 Bus 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 is the first I've seen of it.

I've never once opened that stupid book.

Where were you
really last night, Mr.

Myhill? Where I
said in the woods.

Sir, the villagers said that they spotted
Ludo Trascals like the church last night.

I can back that up.

Because that's why we had our round.

You'd be so proud of me.

You really would.

I assume you recognize this, Ludo.

Snap.

Sort of.

Was it you that Reverend
Butts heard arguing with Venetia?

All the way from the church?

How could he?

We're talking about just
before she was killed.

It's 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 answers in the
letters in the stained glass.

It spells out, see, cover.

You say quickly.

It sounds like seek over.

The treasure's not even in mods, Maya.

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 stain birch himself's old room.

It's not ideal, but it
is better than nothing.

As long as there's no trace of him.

Or birch crimes for that matter.

Excuse me.

He referred to himself as birch.

Sometimes.

He told me that Robert had
ended where birch from had begun.

It's just another silly riddle of it.

And only one other person knows that.

Try down that ex-detective and
then do one other thing for me.

Is the job done? Burt.

Sorry.

It's short for Robert.

It's almost the first thing he said to me.

I'm afraid Mr. Jill's body was
found in the woods this morning.

But I was dead.

I always caught him there.

No, but you don't, Mr. Trask.

I haven't heard you say it since.

Possibly because you knew you'd slipped up.

So.

A tack of just told me that Reverend
Bart's called Eli the day he died.

Just before he started ringing the bell.

Sorry.

Um, it's... Danny.

I'll call him back.

When he didn't get through on the phone,

he decided to get your
attention another way.

I have no idea what you were talking about.

Did you get the other information
I requested winter? Yes, sir.

The detective from
the original case dug out

on old notebook and
it all came back to him.

It mentioned another person
of interest in Bertram's gascon.

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 how to hear me.

What happened? I mean.

Where did that version of me come from?

Do you want to tell me what happened?

That helped Bert build the gas alarms.

We were going to expand.

We were going to 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
Monster Maya, met Danny.

He was your pregnant.

And we started in your life here.

Until he found you again.

It wasn't too bad at first.

It was just the odd visit.

But then Joel, my whole
board, the pop, seven years ago.

I mean, it's it for one.

One of 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
that was coming to get me.

I told Bert, but he said
not to worry about it.

He had a new name.

And my holes would never
figure out where 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,

and said I owed him for taking
the rep all those years ago.

He wanted a room.

I gave him money.

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.

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 that'd done it.

And while I was posing him, I
thought that I heard someone book.

I didn't see anyone.

But Venisha told me
later that same evening,

told me that she'd seen everything,
including where I'd hit 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?

Because I thought that would be
enough for the end of a ten-year search.

I had no idea she intended to sell it to
help Sebastian square the church books.

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 of them is trying to call
me, or you will now, which is it?

I'm not like him. Venisha, I promise you.
I just want all this to go away.

Well then, you better come up with
something very good, very quickly.

What about the page?

The new one? What if I gave you that?

Ah, Sebastian heard me in
Venisha arguing, swore to be

that he only needed enough
money to sort the church out.

Even though he had killed his mother.

So they had to save himself
and Ava, and that I could fund that.

Not much, just enough.
I was talking to a drunk.

And you couldn't trust it.

I would get Ludobank. That's all I'm at it.

If I could give my son a chance of a
proper life away from Bertram and his book.

I'm trying to frame the myhills.

I asked what come in into contact
with Bert Grimes, just to people.

You know, twists and turns them
into horrible versions of themselves.

I'd found the page in my lockup.

It was the only other
place that Bertram went

between leaving the pub
and going to the woods.

Mr. Trask.

I thought, what would Bert do?

And 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 would

say I found it while
I was finishing off.

You'd do some digging and
blame it on one of the myhills.

Trumble 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 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.

The ceramic box.

So Bertram only posed
with it in that publicity shot to

make it look like he was
going to Bury the treasure in it.

Indeed he did.

I never missed a trick, did he?

I wasted a great mind if you asked me.

Don't tell you I lost a
girlfriend of a Bertram's book.

I know, I know.

She was really nice as well.

Life is all about the
bigger picture, winter.

And don't worry.

I'm sure you'll see it one day.

Name the hospital where the first
human heart transplant took place.

A great school.

In terms of volume, which is the
largest freshwater lake in the world.

Lake Michael.

People with electrophobia are afraid of.

A chickens.

What is the world's oldest
known musical instrument? A fleet.

Oh, what a fabulous final round.

Now, just a reminder, we
have a fellow on 22 points.

Sarah has just scored 22 points.

When he's in gentlemen, it
looks like we have a tie breaker.

That means the next person to
answer the question correctly will win.

Sarah, are you
ready? Yes, Sarah.

A fellow?

That was born ready.

Right.

Here comes the final question.

"Mod's Maya is an anagram of what?"

Oh, it's obvious, isn't it?

I have time to sit next to you.

I'm going to have to hurry you.

So I've got it, mid summer.

Correct.

We have a winner.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Well done.

Well done.

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