All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders - S24E02 - Book of the Dead_track3_eng

Thank you.

And here it is.

Bertram's inside.

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

Thank you.

Hi, there.
- Oh.

Wait. Just... Just.

That's better.

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

Thank you 1,000 times over.

And remember,
the treasure is within.

Sorry to interrupt,

but there's the small matter
of the church.

Oh, my publishers
are taking care of expenses.

She said you were.
- You must have misheard, Rev.

Easy done
in all the excitement.

It's a good turnout.

More than we catered for.

Hey.

Where's Ludo?
- Guess.

Front row,
bang in the middle.

Oh, uh, Dad wanted to know

if everything's prepped
for the quiz night.

Tell him it's all in hand.

When did you get here?

About an hour ago.

I had to get the best seats.

I want the full wattage,
Bertram...

charming, funny, brilliant.

Let's put your book
back on the map.

Hello, hello.

Here he is.

Mind having your photo taken?

Mind?

Fill that memory card.

Take that silly hat off.

Welcome, everyone.

As you all know,
we're here to celebrate

the 10-year anniversary of
Bertram Jewel's brilliant book

"Seeker: A Tome
of Cryptic Visual Clues

That Lead to Hidden Treasure
Worth a Life-changing Amount."

Bertram.

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

and no one is any closer
to finding the treasure.

Why do you think that is?

It was never meant
to be easy.

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's to be
a new version of your book,

why are you selling
the old version outside?

Oh, well, that book,
the original,

still contains the solution...
if you look hard enough.

Does it, though?

Only, let me take you back
24 years,

to when you were imprisoned

for a particularly heinous
confidence trick.

Back when you went by
your real name...

Robert Grimes.

So, Robert,
is your book another con?

And the only reason no one
has found the treasure

is because it doesn't exist?

Jane, wait.

You need to sort this...
and quickly.

Any deal we had
is on hold till you do.

Ludo, it's not true...
any of it.

Are you talking about your past
or your book?

What are you doing?
That's Bertram's room.

Was Bertram's room?

Didn't you hear
that reporter?

We've been harboring
a criminal.

Where's he gonna go?
He's broke.

I want him out of our lives,
Eli.

And I don't care
how it's done.

Bertram?

Is it safe?
- Everyone's gone.

Any and all forgiveness
begins with honesty.

I am being honest.

The treasure's real.

And perhaps
if you revealed it...

Great talk, Rev.

Truly inspirational.

You should listen to Seb.

Prove you're the real deal.

You first.

Ready whenever you are.

There you are.

10 years I have been looking
for that treasure.

Would I really con you?
My friend?

My number one fan?
Of course I wouldn't.

And another thing...
why would I bother creating

a new page
if there was nothing to find?

That is actually
if there is a new page.

Call my publisher, Jane,
and ask her.

I've got her number
right here.

The treasure is real,
Venetia.

And it's out there,

waiting for only the brightest
and the best to find it.

And you are the brightest
I know.

Think he'll dig it up?

What do you mean?

The treasure.

Zeb thinks it's his best chance
of redemption.

I hear your anniversary
was a roaring success.

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

I already know more about you
than I can stomach.

Why would I bother
digging any further?

For someone who claims to be
hyper intelligent,

you're not very bright,
Othello.

You sold me out,
and you know it.

What are you talking about?

Where have you been?
Dani's furious.

She wants you
out of the house.

I know a really good
removal man.

I can give you the number.

Just back off, Othello.

I can't believe
what the journalist said.

Never mind her.

I need a favor.

Knock, knock.

You're meant to say,
"Who's there?"

Who is there?

Bertram or Robert?

Robert was a long time ago,
Ludo.

That's not me anymore.

All this time I've spent
trying to work your book out,

and you encouraged me the whole
time, knowing it was a lie.

Ludo, I would never do that
to you.

I'm going to tell people
what you really are.

I'll go online.

I'll make sure
everyone knows.

Just calm down, okay?

I want to show you something.

It's the new page.

And only two people
have ever seen it...

me, and now you.

That'd be cheating.

I'm already in
enough trouble.

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

Maybe once, but not now.

Friends again.

It's not gonna be that easy.

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

Meantime, I'll be in the pub.

Damn it!

Relax.

I've got it, all right?

There's no need to snap.

What has got into you?

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

Pour us a large one.

Are you serious?

Get out!
- Scarlet!

It's all right, Joe.

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

Smile, sweet angel.

Smile.

What are you doing?

What are you going?!

Okay.

Speak quickly and clearly.

No stumbling or mumbling
over your words.

Go.

We haven't had breakfast yet.

I didn't get this far
stopping for porridge.

Bet you'd score highly
on bones.

John.

In what year di...

Winter.
- Morning, sir.

Sorry for calling round
so early,

but a body's been found.

Well, there goes my practice.

Sarah's through to
the semifinal of a pub quiz.

The pub quiz, Jamie.

The biggest one in Midsummer.

Congratulations, Mrs. B.

You know,
I always thought that

you were the real brains
of the family.

You mentioned a body, Winter?

The victim's name
is Bertram Jewell.

The Bertram Jewell,
of "Seeker" fame.

The puzzle book.

Everyone was obsessed
with it.

Clearly not everyone.
- He's a super genius.

He created a picture book
full of cryptic clues

that lead to hidden treasure.

Are we talking pieces of eight
or a pot of gold?

Well, that's all part of
the mystery, sir.

I can't believe Bertram Jewell's
in Midsummer.

Was here, you mean.

If I'd known,
I would have tried to meet him.

I got the book
when it first came out,

but I could never crack it.

And the biggest puzzle now
is who killed him.

That was gonna be
my line, sir.

Building up to that.

I hope you brought a book
to read.

He's packed tighter than
a sardine.

You have a time of death yet?

Early estimate puts it at
late yesterday evening,

probably around
8:00 p.m.

Sir.

Sir, I've seen this before...
this scene... this picture.

It's from his book.

Are you sure?
- Positive.

I studied those pages so hard

I started to see them
in my dreams.

When exactly
was the last time

you had a psych evaluation,
Winter?

Uh...

Anyway.

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

Judging from the cyanosis
and hints of petechia...

"tiny hemorrhages"

for the intellectually stunted
among us...

he was suffocated
under a glass bowl.

This is the last picture
the victim took.

Is that an angel?
- Must be the treasure, sir.

After all these years.

You know,
it was worth a fortune.

Which is probably why
it's gone AWOL...

alongside whatever
he was bludgeoned with.

I'm guessing at a spade,

because a hole that deep
wasn't dug with bare hands.

We need to establish
his last known movements...

any calls he made,
who he spoke to.

I can't believe it was buried
in Modsmire all along.

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

£5,000 on building supplies.

The repairs to Sebastian's
church are mounting up.

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

Mr. and Mrs. Trask?

We've been advised
that Bertram Jewell

has been living with you
recently.

Yeah. That's right.
What's this about?

I'm afraid Mr. Jewell's body
was found

in the woods this morning.

Bert's dead?

I know this has come
as a shock,

but, um, when was the last time
you saw Mr. Jewell?

Um...

Yesterday, in the church.

He was celebrating 10 years
since his book was published.

Last time I saw him was outside
Othello Khan's shop.

Did he upset anyone recently?

It got a bit ugly
at the church.

There was this reporter...
- Yeah.

She said he'd been imprisoned
for a scam.

Accused him of conning everyone
with his book,

that there isn't
any treasure.

People were furious.

Poor Ludo pushed over
his photograph.

Ludo?
- Oh, Our son.

He's, um, slightly obsessed
by the book.

He's not the only one, Dani.

I've never seen Venetia
that angry before.

She was incandescent.

Venetia...
- Books.

She has spent a small fortune
trying to find that treasure.

How long had you known
Mr. Jewell?

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

He wandered in.
Do you remember, Dani?

Said he was looking up
an old friend.

Yeah, I remember, all right.

He scarfed down a cream tea,
and forgot to pay.

I chased him.
He apologized.

We got talking,
and we became good mates.

How long has he lived with you
in Mudsmire?

Six months, five days.

Not that I'm counting, or...

Sir, Fleur said that Bertram

sent that photo of the angel
to two people... his publisher,

who was back in London
last night, and one Ludo Trask.

I'll talk to Ludo while you
speak to Venetia Books.

On it, sir.

Oh, while you're at it, track
down Bertram's criminal record.

Oh, and find that reporter.

I'd like to know how she knew
about his past

when no one else did.

Go on.

Excuse me,
but this is private property.

Ludo Trask.

That's me.

What's this about?

Tell me about this first.

That's a page
from Bertram Jewell's book.

I print copies out,
then enlarge them.

Sometimes the clues are tiny.

I've done it
with the whole book.

Why are you asking?

Mr. Jewell's body was found
in the woods this morning.

Bertram's.

That's awful.

I don't understand.

What was he doing
in the woods?

Sending you a photo
of the treasure, apparently.

I haven't looked at my phone.
It's been on charge.

Huh.

That's actually it.

That's the treasure.

It's beautiful.
I knew it would be.

Did you say it was here,
in the woods?

I always said it was.

Why would he send a photo
to you?

I guess he went out there
to prove he wasn't a liar.

So you believed he was?

No.

I doubt you pushed
his picture to the ground

for any other reason.

I'm not proud of that.
But we made up.

Have you been in the woods
recently?

I'm there all the time.

Last night I was in here
till really late.

Yet you didn't hear your phone
ping with a message?

Oh.

It must be on silent.

What would finding the treasure
mean to you, Ludo?

Everything.

It'd be a life-changer.

That is terrible.

Poor Bertram.

When was the last time
that you saw him?

Oh, um...

well, I met him
coming out of church

not long after the debacle
of his anniversary party.

He was super keen
to reassure me

that everything was right
and proper.

And you believed him?

Of course I did.

I'm not just a fan.

He was a very dear
and long-standing friend.

He was a setter
and I'm a solver.

We were the perfect
intellectual match.

May I ask where you were
yesterday evening?

Home. Alone.

Par for the course.

Did you notice
if anyone at the church

openly confronted
Mr. Jewell?

I'm not one to stir,
but there is someone

in the village
utterly obsessed by the book...

Ludo Trask.

Now, let's face it,

the poor lad
would have been driven mad

having the author of his manic
quest living in the same house.

Presumably, any fan of the book
would know this picture.

If they don't,
then they're not fans.

Tell me about your relationship
with Bertram.

He was like an uncle to me.

And so clever.

I've never met anyone
like him.

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

He even showed me
the new page.

New page.

His publishers are going to
print a new edition of "Seeker"

with new clues.

He showed it to me
before he went to the pub.

It wasn't found
on his person.

What did it look like?

I barely got a glance.

I assume this page
would provide a new clue

to the whereabouts
of the treasure.

Too right.

I already pre-ordered
the new version.

I wanted to be the first person
to solve it.

But that's gone.

Where is the treasure now?

What time did Bertram
leave here, Ludo?

Probably around 6:00.

Wow.

This is 100 times better
than anything I ever managed.

You're a Seeker, too?
- I was once, yeah.

A Seeker?
- Fan of the book.

That's what
we call ourselves.

Now, I was convinced that the
treasure was buried in Scotland.

Scotland?

That's way off.

Page 23 unequivocally
implies Edinburgh.

The outline of the castle...
- Is a red herring.

You're meant to think that.

A schoolboy error.

You thought the one rose in the
middle of the field of lilies...

Is the rose for Rose Street.

Epic mistake.

Where did you think it was?

Here, in Modsmire.

I just never figured out
precisely where.

Look into Ludo.

He could have been in the woods
last night.

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

You think he got the text
from Bertram,

and raced straight out there.

Or he was already out there

after seeing Bertram's
new page of clues.

Wait, there's a new page?

That Fleur didn't find
at the scene.

What did Venetia Books
have to say for herself?

Oh, that things between her
and Bertram were amicable.

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

Alibi?
- None.

She was home alone.

I can't believe that
I ruled out Modsmire.

I could have been rich.

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

Anything on Bertram's
prison record yet?

No.

Should get the info through
any second.

Ah, we have time for
a coffee then.

Maybe a piece of cake.

No, I really mustn't, Winter.

Here we go, sir.

Ah.

Sir Bertram served nine years
under his real name...

Robert Grimes

got out 15 years ago.

What was he in for?

Well, there was a gas leak
in an estate in Causton,

so Bertram went to the estate,
and sold gas alarms

to hundreds
of worried households.

That's a crime?

Well, he designed and built
the gas alarms himself...

trouble being
that they didn't work.

They were just for show.

That seems a lot of trouble
to go to

for what can't have been a huge
financial return.

Well, apparently he had plans
to take the product nationwide,

but then one of his
fake alarms

failed to detect
another gas leak,

and there was an explosion,
and someone died.

He pleaded guilty
the second he was arrested.

It didn't even go to trial.

Mm.

That is a delicious cake.

You should have got one
for yourself.

Is that all you have on him?

Uh...

Um, he was cautioned
as a teenager

for illegally trying to
influence the stock market.

Mm.

Ask around at the pub,

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

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

Mm.

Beautiful cake.

Anyway, come on.

Winter.

I told Bertram
he could seek refuge here.

There was a, uh, quite a savage
atmosphere after the revelation.

Did anyone specific
confront him?

Not that I saw.

It was more of a general
rumbling and grumbling.

What was Mr. Jewell's
mood like?

Fearful. Troubled.

So I suggested that honesty

would pave the way
to forgiveness,

and perhaps he would
set the record straight.

As in...

That he should dig up
the treasure,

and prove to everyone
he wasn't lying.

Dig it up?
So you knew it had been buried?

Me? No.

I just presumed.

One cross good as new.

Good Lord, Eli.

What a wonderful job
you've done.

This is just for
the work up to now.

I'll see to it immediately.

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

Not that I know of.

Your son wouldn't have
borrowed it.

I noticed he had muddy boots.

Well,
that's because he's always out

looking for that treasure.

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

Did anyone else hear you
tell Bertram to prove himself?

I did.

Hi.

I'm Ava, Sebastian's wife.

Are you saying that Bertram
took my advice?

And you think
that someone followed him?

We were both at home
all night.

Weren't we, Seb?

Yes.
Yes, we were.

All night.

How was Mr. Jewell
when he came in?

Uh, pretty upbeat.

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

And you didn't see anyone
waiting for him outside?

No.
- No.

Sorry.

Big "Seeker" fans?

Oh, not us.

Bertram was a good friend,
so we promoted his book.

He helped me with
my application to Oxford.

I'd been messing around,
no idea what to do with my life,

until he convinced me
it would be a crime

to waste the only gift
that matters.

Having a high IQ.

Scarlet gets her brains
from her mother.

I know someone
in the semifinal.

Well, you can tell them,
from us,

they have a great chance now.

Yeah.

The reigning champion
has been banned for life.

Othello Khan?
- Yeah.

Nobody likes a cheat.

The pub landlord just told me
that he banned Othello

from his quiz after Bertram
outed him for cheating.

Didn't Eli Trask tell us
he last saw Bertram

outside Mr. Khan's shop?

It gets even better.

Socko just texted me
that the last person

Bertram called was...

I think I can fill in
the rest.

Yes. Bertram...

or Robert, as I've since
learned, did phone me.

And why was that,
Mr. Khan?

To apologize for accusing me
of something I hadn't done...

vis a vis calling the press
about his criminal past.

I've got far better things to do
with my time.

And why would he specifically
think it was you?

Obviously you've spoken to
the Myhills.

Banned for life.
It's quite a punishment.

Jewell is a cretin.

The only proof Bertram had
was I clearly knew too much.

I must have looked at
the quiz questions beforehand.

See, Bertram entered
the quiz this year,

and in the quarterfinal,
I beat him hands down.

He was absolutely humiliated.
Couldn't stand it.

So he made up a lie,
and everyone believed it...

which, judging by his past now
is de rigueur for him.

Which means
he's always been at it.

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

Or your business.

Well, everyone knows now
that Bertram was a liar,

so I'm sure things
will pick up.

You said that you're cleverer
than Bertram.

Does that mean that
you could solve his book,

if you had all the clues,
old and new?

Wouldn't waste one brain cell
on it.

Now, will that be all?

Because now that you're here,
feel... feel free to browse.

You can browse.

Bringing your hobbies
into the workplace?

Oh. Yeah.
Sorry, sir.

When I said
I was into Bertram's book,

I was, like, really into it.

For instance,
this is how I started to think

that the treasure was buried
in Scotland.

The page is titled

"Stoned at Henge,
e.g. Spaced Out,"

which is a crossword clue.

Right?

I'll take your word for it,
Winter.

So the answer is an anagram
of the words "at Henge"

with the "e.g."
taken out.

So you get "Thane."

Oh, Thane, as in...

As in the most famous Thane
of all, Macbeth...

which immediately made me
think of Scotland.

Incredible.

And if you add that information
to the Edinburgh clue

that I worked out
on page 23, then...

Exactly how long
did you spend on this book?

Did you have a life?

Yeah, all I'm saying, sir,

is that I don't believe
that it can be in Modsmire.

So what's this a photo of?

Uh...

Yeah.

That is a rather large spanner,
in my thinking.

That and knowing that Bertram
probably came to the village

to bury the angel not long
before his book was published.

Yeah.

Yeah, I should probably stick to
naughts and crosses.

Or you could chase up
that reporter...

preferably before that book
takes over your life again.

Sebastian.

Synod are threatening
to look into the church funds.

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

Paying for the charlatans
and the puzzle solvers

that you've hired
over the years

is probably not what they think
of as a deserving cause, mother.

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

I will pay back every penny.

When, exactly?

And how, for that matter?

Sooner than you think.

Trust me.

Thank you very much.

The score is...

11 points.

Welcome, Sarah.

Make yourself comfortable.

Can I remind you all
to keep your phones off, please?

And no matter how tempting,

please do not call out
the answers.

Right.

You have 90 seconds to answer
as many questions as possible.

The score to beat is 11.

Could we start the timer,
please?

Now, how many keyboard sonatas
did Scarlatti compose?

555.

Where would I find a mashie?
- A golf course.

Stresemann's Bristlefront
is a type of what?

Winter.

I'm sorry,
could you repeat the question?

I'm at Sarah's quiz.

Sir, I just spoke to
that reporter.

She was tipped off
about Bertram.

And...

you're not going to believe
by who.

Well, thank you, Winter.
We'll go round first thing.

Congratulations, Sarah,
you are through to the finals.

I'm busy right now.

Sorry, Venetia,
but I need to know...

did you follow Bertram
last night?

Wash your mouth out.

What a thing to say.

Only I told you
he might dig up the treasure.

You, of all people,
accusing me?

That's a bit rich.

No, Ava, dear.
You're the only sinner here.

Now, as I said, I am busy.

The police think that Bertram
used one of Eli's spades

to dig up the treasure.

I mean, is there anything that
leech wouldn't take from us?

Oh, never mind that.

I lied to the police, Dani.

What? Why?

I panicked.

I was praying in the church.

Oh, everything's
going wrong for us.

And I asked for help.

What's so wrong with that?

My prayers were answered.

Bertram ended up dead.

Imagine if I told the police
that I wanted that.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

The two we spoke to are more
interested in tea and cake.

Love, those two policemen
are back.

Mrs. Trask,
do you have a moment?

Would you like a pot of tea?

We'll give it a miss, thanks.

And also, we'd like to speak to
Mr. and Mrs. Trask in private.

Oh.

Of course.
Of course.

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
she'd keep it confidential.

That was before Bertram
was murdered.

Dani, what have you done?

His stuff was everywhere.

I got angry,
and I kicked a few boxes about.

And the next thing I knew,

there's an old bank statement
on the floor.

But it didn't have Bertram's
name on it.

A bank statement?
- Yes.

In the name of Robert Grimes,
by any chance?

Well, I thought it was odd,

so I looked up
his name online.

What?
Why would you do that?

Because I was sick of him
ordering you about,

taking what he wanted
from us.

I thought if enough people knew
what he was,

it would shame him
into leaving Modsmire.

Mrs. Trask, where were you
when Bertram Jewell was killed?

I was in here,

prepping the buffet
for Joel's quiz night.

Sorry, I can't listen to
any more of this.

Look, all I wanted
was for Bertram to move on,

to leave us alone.

I promise you.

Dig into Danica Trask.

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

Mr. Trask.

Did you check your lock-up?

Oh. Sorry. I forgot.

I can take you there now
if you want.

Presumably,
you read my e-mail.

Hi.

Yeah, I was just trying
to work out a fair price.

And, um, I'm thinking.

£1,000?

Oh.

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

Look, I could go to £2,000,

but that's me
being really generous.

£2,000?

If you're trying
to diddle me...

No, I want the piece,
Venetia.

Let's be honest, it's decent,
but it's... be reasonable.

Forget it.

There are plenty of
other dealers I can go to.

Okay. Okay.
Okay. Okay.

£3,000.
And that's more than generous.

I want more...
much more, Othello.

A life-changing amount,
to be precise.

Venetia,
you're living in dreamland.

It's gold plate.

Now, trust me, I promise you,

£3,000 is me being more a friend
than a dealer.

That's odd.
The spade's not here.

Mr. Trask?

Sorry.

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

Did anyone else have keys
to the lock-up?

No.

To be honest,
I rarely lock it.

This is a nice village.

Good people live here,

-So anyone could have access.

Winter, tell the Myhills
we need to go over their CCTV.

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

Sir.

What are you doing?

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

The last I saw of it
was when Bertram

walked out of here with it.

Then the police have got it.

I don't understand.
Why do you need it?

Whoever killed Bertram
probably has the treasure now.

How on Earth
would you know that?

Because Bertram sent me
a photo of it.

He did what?

Whichever way you look at it,
the hunt is over, Venetia.

Assuming that
that is the treasure.

What do you mean?

No.

I know it hurts
that neither one of us

were the ones to find it,
but we have to face...

No.

Use your brain, Ludo.

When was anything Bertram did
that obvious?

You think it might be
another one of Bertram's tricks?

And it could be.

That's Bertram all over.

There's always
another mystery to crack.

Always.

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

Draw it for me.
- What?

Draw it by the time
I get back.

I only got a glimpse.

Do it, Ludo, or I will
take away all of this...

Your home, your family,
everything.

Get drawing, boy.

The hunt is still on.

Seb, you got to
snap out of this.

Be the man I married.

You can't just let everything
crumble away.

She's ruined us, Ava.

Mother, I mean.

I've been such a fool.

The money that I spent
on her traveling

up and down the country,
hiring so-called experts.

As for those clairvoyants...

Easy.

Easy.

It's okay, honey.

We'll work it out.

Surely there's a way
around this.

I owe the church thousands.

Why couldn't I just
say "no" to her?

I'm starting to
hate her, Ava.

And I hate myself even more
for saying it.

But this mess is her fault.

She did what?

She broke in,
and was ransacking my garage.

She's totally lost it.

What was she looking for?

She never said.

Just ranted about
taking everything away from me.

What, she threatened you.

She was saying
all kinds of mad stuff...

like how the treasure's
still out there.

You didn't believe her,
did you?

No.

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

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

There's so many better things

you could be doing
with your life.

I know.

So chill, okay?

I'm done with it.

Promise you.

Venetia.

And that.

Pretty much what we expected
to see, sir.

Is it, Winter?

Only, if I'm not mistaken,

Bertram's rucksack
looks very full.

And when Fleur found it,
it was very empty.

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

Bertram didn't go into the woods
to dig up the angel.

He went to bury it.

Presumably so that
his publishers

wouldn't back out of
their deal.

Which begs the question,
why didn't they carry out

due diligence, and ask to see

what he was supposedly burying
10 years ago?

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

Money talks, sir.

Doesn't it always winter,
Winter?

Winter.

Ah. Okay. Yeah.

We'll be there
as soon as possible.

Looks like murder talks,
too, sir.

Another body's been found
in the woods.

I can confirm
this is Venetia.

First impressions are
she was suffocated.

There are the same
telltale signs of cyanosis.

What was it I said
about the first victim, Winter?

Uh...

Hints at...

petechia.

Petechia. Yeah.

Do you try and pay attention?

Sorry.

The killer probably grabbed
and smothered her from behind.

Looks like she put up
a struggle

before being overpowered
and arranged that way.

This is definitely
another pose from the book, sir.

Are you sure it's not you

rampaging around killing people,
Winter?

Do we have
a time of death yet?

We're looking at
early evening.

You have an alibi, Winter?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was... I was busy
yesterday evening.

With another of
your coloring books?

Sir.
- Sir.

You go through
Venetia's house.

I'll go and talk to her son
and daughter-in-law.

I'm sorry to have to
do this now.

Had your mother
upset anyone recently?

I don't know.

I'm not sure if I can even
think straight right now.

Well, uh, I've heard that
she and Othello Khan

had a bit of a run-in
outside his shop.

Do you know
what it was about?

You'd have to ask someone
who was there.

Wait, did you say Othello?

Maybe that's who
I heard yesterday.

Or it could have been
the day before.

I can't be 100%.

But I think I heard Mother
speaking with someone.

No, no, no, actually...
actually, she was...

she was...

arguing with...

It could have been
with Othello.

Yes.

Reverend...
- I'm so sorry.

This is obviously
a very difficult time.

Honey, why don't you
have some rest?

Sir.

Thought you might like it
for posterity.

And the new one's
just arrived.

If this is your idea
of humor, Joel,

stick to serving pints.

All right. All right.
Just...

Just hear me out.

Bertram played me for a fool.

Yeah, he's a liar
through and through.

And I can't bear
that I didn't see it.

Well, I... I did tell you
at the time.

I want you back in the quiz.

Is that it?

You have to grovel a bit more
than you're doing right now.

Othello, please.

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

Maybe get people
back in your shop.

All right, I'll do it.

But only if you make sure
everyone knows

I'm back in the quiz...
and why.

Looks like Venetia Books
sent an e-mail to Othello Khan

asking for a price
on the angel.

When was this?

The day after Bertram Jewell
was murdered.

How much did he offer her?

He didn't respond.

Perhaps not then.

But they were seen arguing
not long afterwards.

Run through
what we know so far.

Okay.

One Bertram Jewel.

His parole officer
said that he left prison

with the idea for
the "Seeker" book.

Then, he changes his name,
and finds a publisher.

He got a big advance and
a small fortune from the sales.

But ends up so broke
he has to rely on a friend

for a roof over his head.

Then hits upon the idea
of creating a new page

to sell more books.

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

So, to save his reputation...

And urged on by
the local vicar, no less...

He heads into the woods

to try and prove
that the treasure is real.

Oh, and then we discover
that Danica Trask

is the person
that outed Bertram.

Mm.

Sir?

Get Socko to send over
a full inventory

of everything they found
in Bertram's bedroom.

Yeah. Will do.

Then, Venetia Books
is murdered,

and we find that
she has the treasure

and Eli's missing spade...

which implies that she murdered
Bertram for the angel.

But whoever then killed Venetia
either couldn't find the angel

or killed her
for another reason.

That was worth
buying a ticket for.

You two should go on tour.

"Desperate Detectives:
The Musical."

I take it you have something
for us, Fleur?

The spade you found
matches the head wound

on Bertram Jewell.

This box was made
some 10 years ago.

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

He's big in antiques.

Once whispered
that I was both priceless

and worthless in the same...

heady breath.

He confirmed that the angel's
barely a year old.

Only a year?

Then it can't be
the treasure.

Someone had avocado
for breakfast.

If you need more proof,

the angel doesn't actually fit
in the ceramic box.

Where exactly
did it come from?

And at such short notice?

We need to talk to Eli again.

Eli?
Surely Othello Khan, sir.

It's called "getting all of
your ducks in a row," Winter.

Oh, hello.

Mr. Trask, you told your wife
you took £5,000

out of your savings account
to cover your costs

for the church repairs.

Yeah. That's right.

Then why did I see you
hand Reverend Butts a bill

for hundreds, not thousands?

I don't want Dani
getting angry at me,

but the money
was for Bertram.

He said that he needed it
right there and then.

For...?

He said he owed it
to someone.

Some old debt.

He didn't say who to, though.

5 grand's a lot of money
to just blithely hand over.

Wasn't anything new.

And he promised
to pay it back.

May I see the transaction?

Uh, yeah.

Ah.

Still stumbling around,
looking for answers.

Why were you and Venetia
arguing just out here, Mr. Khan?

Sources are
very much mistaken.

I was in a hurry,
and I said to Venetia

I'd talk to her
when I got back.

I'd make that two people
who you've had a falling out

that have ended up dead.

That is a giant leap,
young man.

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

Oh, that dreadful thing.

It's... It's cheapness
speaks for itself.

It was so cheap you charged
Bertram £5,000 for it.

Eli Trask transferred
the same amount of money

into Bertram's account
just a few minutes

before he bought the angel...

and probably the glass bowl...
from you.

This...

is from Bertram's
bank account.

Hey.

I can help you get rid of
some of this "Seeker" stuff

if you want.

No way, Dad.

I've seen the new page.

What?

You said you were done
with it.

Come on.

For your own good,
come and work with me.

You know
repairs.

Let's get you out of
this garage.

You're not listening.

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

I think the treasure
is still out there.

It's not over yet.

What do you mean?

Venetia practically
told me herself.

Ludo.

Son.

People will see
who I really am.

They'll admire me.

The person who solved one of
the greatest puzzles ever set.

Surely you must have thought

that Venetia killed Bertram
to get the angel.

Obviously I did think
about alerting you,

but then I'd have been dragged
into this whole sorry mess.

My reputation has taken enough
of a hit lately.

We know that you and Bertram
didn't get on,

so why would you help him?

You must have known
what he was planning.

We did a deal.

He promised to get me back into
the pub quiz.

if I didn't ask
any questions.

And you believed him, knowing
that he was a proven liar?

Well, the proof is in
the bon-boulash.

Joel all but begged me
to come back...

to which I generously agreed.

But then Venetia Butts
threatened that all over again.

Did she?

I don't see how.

If it got out
that you were involved

in Bertram's latest con,
that would definitely ruin you.

You needed to get hold of
that angel at any cost.

But however much
you offered Venetia,

it wasn't nearly enough,
was it, Mr. Khan?

She was expecting
a crazy figure.

"Something life-changing,"
she said.

Where were you
yesterday evening?

I was at a private viewing

in a manor house
in the next village.

There's a need of a refurb.

They invited some local dealers
to nose around,

and see if they wanted
to buy anything.

Let's hope someone
remembers you being there.

It's a very large house.
I got lost a few times.

I'll look into
his alibi, sir.

But even money says that
he's lying.

I've just had
the inventory through

for Bertram's belongings.

Scroll to the letter B.

Thank you.
- Thanks. Bye.

Tea or police business?

Actually, bank statements,
Mrs. Trask.

Excuse me.

We didn't find any
in Bertram's bedroom.

And if we couldn't find them,
then you couldn't have either.

Someone as smart as Bertram
would never leave

such an obvious trail.

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

Mrs. Books, can you tell us
about your relationship

with Bertram Jewell?

Sorry, I don't know what
you're talking about.

We found this
in Venetia's deleted files.

We also spoke to Danica Trask,
and she said that it was you

that told her that Bertram's
real name was Robert Grimes.

I think you hoped
it would motivate her

to send Bertram packing...

both from her life and yours,
Mrs. Books.

Please.

This is really not
what you think it is.

Haven't heard
that one before.

I mean it.
It really isn't.

I was doing it for Sebastian,

to get the funds
to pay the church back.

And why would you need
this funding?

Because of Venetia's demands,

Seb had been forced to dip into
the church finances.

He had to pay it back
somehow.

And you having an affair
with Bertram Jewell

was going to provide the money
for that?

Venetia's idea.

She saw that Bertram
kept trying to chat me up,

so she decided that
we could set him up.

I should take it as far as
I could until...

He told you
where the treasure was.

I know how awful
that sounds, but...

yes.

he was going to tell me,
we'd dig it up,

and then sell it
to the highest bidder.

If this was planned
by you and Venetia,

then why would she need photos
of you and Bertram?

They were her insurance
against me backing out.

You didn't think to look
for them before now?

Who said I was going to
back out?

We desperately needed
that treasure.

I mean, we were going to lose
our livelihoods, our home.

When I saw the photos
on her laptop,

I thought it could look
incriminating.

I mean...

you might think I had something
to do with Bertram's murder.

I'm intrigued,
Mrs. Books.

This man who'd worked so hard
to conceal his criminal past,

what made him tell you
about it?

What's the only thing that
would catch a man that smart

off guard?

He fell in love with me,

to the point of telling me
who he really was,

and that he'd been in prison
for some con or other.

But he never realized
what you were up to.

He was smitten...

blind to everything
but what he felt about me.

It was tragic because I didn't
feel a single thing for him.

It must have been difficult
keeping up the pretense

once you learned that someone
died directly because of him.

Died?

What? No.

He just said that they hoped
to get away with the con,

but it didn't go their way.

"They"?

Yes, they.

24 years ago,
Bertram had an accomplice.

There isn't one mentioned
in the file on him.

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

I want to see if they remember
another name cropping up.

It could have been Venetia,
sir.

She said that they were
great friends.

Maybe she's the reason
Bertram came to Modsmire.

And now,
someone sought revenge on them.

Well, perhaps, Winter.

But who?

Good Lord, indeed.

Dani, you need to talk
to Ludo.

Because he's still looking for
that damn treasure.

Mr. Trask?
- Yeah.

Did Bertram ever mention people
from his past to you?

Uh, no.

No.

He was pretty guarded
about that stuff, to be honest.

Why?

You told us that he came here
to see some friends.

Yeah. Yeah. I did.

He was looking for
Venetia's cottage

when he came into the cafe.

Sorry.

I should have said that
at the time.

Lot going on, though.

Just Venetia?
No one else?

No.

Did I hear you tell your wife

that Ludo is still looking for
the treasure?

I guess he just can't
leave it alone.

Or is it more that he thinks
it hasn't been found?

I presume so, yeah.

Have you ever seen Ludo

with the new page
from Bertram's book?

No.

Is it important?

Is Ludo at home, Mr. Trask?

Yeah. I think so.

I think he's...

Sorry.

Sorry. Just Dani.

I'll call her back later.

What are you doing?

Seb, you're scaring me!

Ludo.

He's not here, sir.

I'll get uniform out
searching for him,

so that we can question him
first thing in the morning.

Knowing him,
he'll be back in the woods.

Well, if he is out
searching for the treasure,

then he definitely knows
that the angel is a con.

And he's probably got
the new page,

and he's trying to work out
where to look next.

That's what I'd be doing
if I was him.

Would you, Winter?

Because every picture
we've been shown

has turned out to be wrong.

It's just like Bertram's book...
it presents as the truth,

but everything
is just an illusion.

And because of that, none of
what we've learned makes sense.

It's ready.

You're not still annoyed?

You made it through
to the final.

That's not the point.

There I am, trying to win much
needed funding for the school,

and your phone goes off.

And phones are strictly
forbidden during a quiz.

No more phones.
I promise.

Well, assuming
I allow you to attend.

Winter's coming, as well.

I think he's bought pom-poms.

You're now making it worse
for yourself.

Did I tell you I was interviewed
by a journalist?

She's writing a piece
on the history of the quiz...

how prestigious it is,
et cetera.

Sounds like you'd better
bring this trophy home.

It turned out
she's the same reporter

that outed Bertram Jewell
at his book signing.

She was very intrigued
by him,

and she told me
that she's convinced

there's a connection between the
quiz and Bertram Jewell's death.

Really?
Why would that be?

She didn't go into
any detail.

All the same,
it sounds like she knows

a lot more than
she told Winter.

Oh, Winter.

Did you ever find the detective
on the Bertram case?

Well, while you're waiting,
you can contact the reporter

who was at Bertram's
book launch.

I want to talk to her.

If this ends in the quiz
being canceled...

What on Earth are you doing?

You said you were done
with Bertram.

I think I figured out
the final clue.

How dare you.
- Scarlet.

After what he did!
- What are you talking about?

I told you
to forget about him!

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

Sir.

Ah.
Thank you for coming in.

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

What can you tell us
about Bertram Jewell's murder?

I was wondering if you'd be
in touch again.

What do you want to know?

Well, what's got me curious
is you started off

writing an article
about a pub quiz,

but somehow it connects to
Bertram's murder.

It came about when
I interviewed Joel Myhill.

It was just a puff piece
to begin with.

But then, he told me
what happened to his wife.

How she died was horrible.

So, I started putting
two and two together.

And?

Helena Myhill died
because of a gas leak.

Her house went up in flames
with her in it.

Helena Myhill was the person
Bertram killed 24 years ago.

Sir.

Scarlet Myhill
will have heard

the name Robert Grimes
at the book signing.

I'd say that's
a strong possibility.

Thank you, Billie.

Wait.

Will I get first dibs
on the story?

Mr. Myhill, you reinstated
Othello Kahn to your quiz.

Why was that?

I realized that Bertram
had been lying about Othello.

If it helps any, we've looked
into Bertram's past crime.

Do you want to tell us
what happened

on the night he was killed?

It's all right, Joe.

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

So I thought I'd drop in,
to remind you both

that I took my punishment,
and I did my time.

I will always be sorry.

Ever since I discovered
who you were,

I've been afraid of this.

But as soon as my real name
started being bandied around,

well, look at me...
I came to see you straight away.

Now that's how
you measure a man...

not from what he was
but from what he is now.

Mr. Myhill?

I had no idea that I had made
friends with my wife's killer.

And do you know what he did?

He sat here, and he said that
he'd served his penance,

and that we should just
accept that.

And he thought everything
would be okay between you.

Well, he'd always be sorry.

And he'd been a great friend.

But that we should
also remember

that he'd helped get Scarlet
into Oxford.

But you couldn't agree less,
could you?

Scarlet and I were furious.

And he had no idea.

He thought he could just
wander off into the night.

I was just a guy who ran
a wine bar when I met Helena.

And she was this...

brilliant, brilliant person.

There's no way that she should
have been interested in me.

No way on Earth.

But she was.

And that's what made it so...

precious.

And he took that from me.

And from Scarlet.

Tell me about Venetia Books.

What about her?

Did he tell you that she was
also involved

in his gas alarm con?

Venetia was involved,
as well.

Are you serious?

Did he tell you,
Mr. Myhill?

No.
No, he didn't tell me.

And if you think that means that
I killed her and Bertram,

I wouldn't do that.

Come on.
I couldn't do that.

Helena would be
so disappointed in me.

Everything I do...
the quiz, everything...

is to keep her memory alive,

to keep her name alive,
year after year.

All the same.

We will still need to know
where you were.

I'm here every night,
with my regulars.

You can ask them
if you don't believe me.

You might be,
Mr. Myhill,

but I presume
your daughter isn't.

In fact,
where is Scarlet right now?

Well, I...
I don't know.

It's okay.

Don't be alarmed or scared.

This is a place of peace
and worship,

and above all else, hope.

No harm
can befall anyone here.

I saw the light, you see?

And I know you will, too.

Fleur?

First impressions are
he was held down and drowned

in one of these buckets,

then dragged here
and staged as is.

Sign of a struggle?

Judging from the pungent odor
of alcohol,

playing Dunk the Drunk with him
would have been over in seconds.

Do we know when
he was killed?

I'd say an hour either side
of 9:00 p.m.

I'm very sorry,
Mrs. Books,

but we do need to ask you
a few questions.

I'll try my best.

Why is it that
you only discovered

your husband this morning?

I went to bed early.

I was exhausted.

So much has happened
recently.

You didn't see or hear anyone
in the church last night?

No.

When was the last time
you spoke to your husband?

Yesterday.

He was ringing the bell
for all he was worth.

He really frightened me.

He was acting like a madman.

I'll get Tech to find out
if he made any calls...

or vice versa.

Also, the killer's
style's changed.

Changed in what way?

Reverend Books
wasn't positioned

as a page
from Bertram's book.

He was clearly posed, though.

Absolutely.

But this is something new
altogether.

Yeah, if it stings,
that means it's doing you good.

Ms. Myhill.

We had hoped
to speak to you yesterday.

Me? Why?

I told them what Bertram
had said to us.

Can you tell us where you were
yesterday evening?

I went for a walk.

Did your walk
take in the church?

It may have done.

Then I went to the woods.

I had to clear my head,
try and calm down.

Because?

I had just seen Ludo.

Told him he was as bad
as Bertram...

which he most definitely is.

Were you alone in the woods?

For goodness sake.

Scarlet's got a bright future
ahead of her.

She's not gonna
jeopardize that.

Three people have died,
Mr. Myhill.

This is ridiculous.
I can't take this anymore.

Dad, It's all right.
- No, it's not all right.

Because that monster sat there,
and he just expected us all

to carry on
as if everything was all right.

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

I just stood there, useless.

Helena would be so ashamed.

Dad! Stop!

Sir, is that the...
- The new page.

Ava!

What?

What am I going to do, Dani?

I've lost everything.

Oh!

Oh.

I didn't put that there.

You may not have,
Mr. Myhill,

but you seemed rather keen
to stop your father.

You saw him.
He was getting really upset.

Sebastian Books
was found in a pose

that doesn't correspond to
any of the pictures

in Bertram's original book,

but does correspond to
the image on this page.

Why would you keep it,
though?

Surely it makes more sense
to destroy it.

I didn't put it there.

It's the first
I've seen of it.

I've never once opened
that stupid book.

Where were you really
last night, Ms. Myhill?

I already said, in the woods.

Sir.

The villagers said that
they spotted Ludo Trask

outside the church
last night.

I can back that up, 'cause
that's where we had our row.

You'd be so proud of me.

You really would.

I assume you recognize this,
Ludo?

Snap.

Sort of.

Was it you that Reverend Books
heard arguing with Venetia.

All the way from the church?
How could he?

We're talking about
just before she was killed.

She was horrible to me.
Why would I go and see her?

So what were you doing
at the church yesterday evening?

Solving the new page.

Part of the answer's in the
letters in the stained glass.

It spells out
"C cover."

You say it quickly,
it sounds like "seek over."

The treasure's not even
in Modsmire.

I did tell you that.

Though, sadly,
it isn't anywhere, Ludo.

This new page
is yet another con.

What?

No.

Don't say that.

You can stay in
Bertram's old room.

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

As long as there's
no trace of him...

or Bert Grimes,
for that matter.

Excuse me.

He referred to himself
as "Bert"?

Sometimes.

He told me that Robert had ended
where Bertram had begun.

Just another
silly riddle of his.

And only one other person
knows that.

Track down that ex-detective.

And then do one other thing
for me.

Is the job done?

Bert.

Sorry?
- It's short for "Robert."

It was almost the first thing
you said to me.

I'm afraid
Mr. Jewell's body

was found in the woods
this morning.

Bert's dead?

I always call him that.

But you don't,
Mr. Trask.

I haven't heard you
say it since...

possibly because you knew
you'd slipped up.

Sir.

Tech have just told me
that Reverend Books

called Eli the day he died.

Just before he started
ringing the bell.

Sorry.

It's Dani.

I'll call her back.

When he didn't get through
on the phone,

he decided to get
your attention another way.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Did you get the other
information I requested, Winter?

Yes, sir.

The detective from the original
case dug out an old notebook,

and it all came back to him.

It mentioned another person of
interest in Bertram's gas con.

And the name of this person?

Eli Trask.

When Bertram wandered into
Danica's cafe,

he'd really come
looking for you.

What did he want, Eli?

Just to...

say "hello."

Oh, I think it was more
than that.

I think it was the first time
you'd set eyes on him

since he went to prison.

I didn't know I had it in me...
what I've done.

I mean...

where did that version
of me come from?

Do you want to tell me
what happened?

I'd helped Bert
build the gas alarms.

We were gonna expand.

We were gonna
make loads of them.

But then, when I heard about
the explosion,

and that Bert had confessed,

I realized he'd given me
the opportunity to run,

so I did.

I left course
to move to Modsmire.

Met Dani.
She got pregnant.

And we started
a new life here.

Until he found you again.

It wasn't too bad at first.

Just the odd visit.

But then Joel Myhill bought
the pub seven years ago.

I mean, what...

what are the odds...

that he'd choose
the same village?

And when I learned the name
of his dead wife,

I couldn't believe it.

It was like some sort of karma
was coming to get me.

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

He had a new name.

The Myhills would never
figure out who he was.

Why did you let him
move in with you?

I had no choice.

Bert had blown all the money
he'd earned from the book.

Said I owed him for taking
the rap all those years ago.

He wanted a room.
I gave him one.

He needed cash.
I gave him that, as well.

What happened in the woods,
Eli.

I knew it could all come out,
after the book signing.

So I had to speak to him.

Bertram.

You've got to keep my name
out of this.

There's more important things
going on just now.

Bert, please.

Let me fix my little
treasure problem first.

Then, we'll talk.

I realized that Bert was up to
his old tricks again.

The treasure was a fake.

And all I could think was

I couldn't let Ludo
waste any more of his life

looking for something that was
never there in the first place.

So I swung that spade
as hard as I could.

It dawned on me that maybe
I could make it look like

a crazed fan had done it.

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

but...

I didn't see anyone.

But Venetia sought me out
later that same evening.

Told me that
she'd seen everything,

including where I'd hid
the spade.

Told me to hand over the angel,
and that she'd never say a word.

I'm intrigued.

Why give her the angel
knowing it was a fake?

'Cause I thought that would be
enough for her

at the end of
a 10-year search.

I had no idea
she intended to sell it

to help Sebastian
square the church box.

And then,
she threatened my boy,

when all I was trying to do
was get him living again.

I had to get her to meet me
somewhere quiet.

So I used the one thing
I knew she couldn't resist.

Either Othello
is trying to con me or you are.

Now which is it?

I'm not like him, Venetia.

I promise you.

I just want all this
to go away.

Well, then, you'd better
come up with something

very good very quickly.

What about the page?

The new one?
What if I gave you that?

Uh, Sebastian heard me and
Venetia arguing, swore to me

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

Even though
you'd killed his mother?

Said that he had to save
himself and Ava,

and that I could fund that...

not much, just enough.

But I was talking to a drunk.

And you couldn't trust him.

I was getting Ludo back.
That's all that mattered.

If I could give my son
the chance of a proper life

away from Bertram
and his book...

By trying to frame
the Myhills.

That's what coming into contact
with Bert Grimes does to people.

He twists and turns them into
horrible versions of themselves.

I found the page
in my lock-up.

It was earlier,
the place that Bertram went

between leaving the pub
and going to the woods.

Mr. Trask.

I thought,
"What would Bert do?"

So, I slipped the page
into the book,

while I was putting the notice
board up in the pub.

And I thought...

I'd go back there, and...

I'd say I found it
while I was finishing off.

You'd do some digging, and...

blame it on
one of the Myhills.

...Trouble is, Eli,

the only person who would
benefit from framing the Myhills

would first have to know
that they had a motive

for killing Bertram.

And the only people
who could possibly know that

would be Bertram himself

and his accomplice
from 24 years ago.

I never did have
Bertram's brains.

I'd beg to differ,
Mr. Trask.

I'd say you offered up a puzzle
the equal of any in his book.

The ceramic box.

So, Bertram only posed
with it

in that publicity shot
to make it look like

he was gonna bury
the treasure in it.

Indeed he did.

He never missed a trick,
did he?

A waste of a great mind,
if you ask me.

Did I tell you I lost
a girlfriend over Bertram?

I know. I know.

She was really nice, as well.

Life is all about
the bigger picture, Winter.

But don't worry.

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

Name the hospital
where the first

human heart transplant
took place.

Groote Schuur.

In terms of volume, which is
the largest freshwater lake

in the world?

Lake Baikal.

People with electrophobia
are afraid of...?

Chickens.

What is the world's oldest
known musical instrument?

A flute.

Oh, what a fabulous
final round.

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

and Sarah has just scored...

22 points.

Ladies and gentlemen, looks like
we have a tie-breaker.

That means the next person
to answer

the question correctly
will win.

Sarah, are you ready?
- Yes. I am.

Othello?

I was born ready.

Right.

Here comes
the final question.

Modsmire is an anagram
of what?

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

Perhaps I should enter
next year.

I'm gonna have to hurry you.

I've got it!
"Midsummer."

Correct.

We have a winner.

Or perhaps not, sir.

Congratulations.

Thank you.
- Well done.