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♪ I'll be the one that doesn't know why ♪

♪ I'll be the one that needs you now ♪

♪ Even though you know somehow ♪

- Mm, yes!

Oh, it's you.

- Cheeky sod!

Who else is it going to be?

- I have my admirers.

- In your dreams you do.

Anyway, get a move on,

I want to do that shopping on the way back.

- How's it going inside?

- Mr. Turner hasn't got up yet

and Mrs. Turner's downstairs taking coffee with Mrs. Wilmot.

They're just rushed off their feet!

♪ Got to do it now ♪

♪ You better hang on ♪

- Has Nick discussed it with Jack, do you know?

- He hasn't mentioned anything.

- It was financial, I know that.

I just wish he'd talk to me.

And he always used to get up early,

to be first into the office, last out.

He had enthusiasm.

(suspenseful music)

And they used to get on so well,

you must have noticed the mood has changed.

- Well, maybe you're reading too much into it.

- And he definitely hasn't said anything to you?

- Oh, my husband never confides in me

about financial matters. - No!

No, for God's sake, no!

- What's that?

(Antonia gasps)

Oh, don't!

(Felicity screams)

(tense music)

(macabre music)

(car engine rumbles)

- I'm sorry about this, Joyce.

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

- Perfect timing, as usual.

- These things are beyond my control, Joyce, you know that.

You missed a bit.

(Joyce sighs)

- You will be able to manage

the dinner-dance at Fallowfields on Friday night?

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

What have we got?

- Good question, sir.

Victim's name's Nicholas Turner, he's a local solicitor.

Took a stroll off his roof.

The gardener, Steve Hope,

thinks he heard someone calling out for help

just before it happened.

He says he thinks it sounded like the victim.

That's him there.

- Morning, George.

- Tom.

Bit of a bad landing, this one.

Initial impression as to cause of death:

catastrophic head and spinal injuries.

- He's quite a snappy dresser.

- Okay, thank you, thank you.

- That's the downstairs neighbour.

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

She was having coffee with the wife at the time.

Wife's name's Felicity Turner.

- Where's she, where's the wife?

- She's upstairs, cleaning lady's looking after her.

This is Steve Hope.

Steve, this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Steve.

You okay?

I understand you heard some shouts

just before it happened, that right?

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

weatherproofing a bench.

Couldn't see anything, but yeah.

- Upstairs, sir.

- Now, tell me exactly, what did you hear?

- Someone shouting, pretty sure it was Nick.

Something like, "No, for God's sake!"

Something like that.

And then there was this yell.

I ran round to this side of the house

and saw Felicity with Nick's body.

Called the police, tried to comfort her.

- Who else was here at the time.

- Antonia, that's Mrs. Wilmot.

She was by the window.

Pretty shaken up.

Other than that, just my partner, Sarah.

We're sort of a team,

she does the cleaning, I do the gardening.

- And there was no-one else here, no callers?

(birds cawing)

- Got a few scuff marks here, sir.

Could have been a struggle.

Question is, what would anyone be doing up here

in the first place?

- [Tom] Is there someone you can stay with, Mrs. Turner?

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

- That's very kind, thank you.

It's not suicide!

It's definitely not!

He wouldn't do that.

He just wouldn't do that!

(Felicity sobs)

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

but she's just in a daze, poor thing.

- And you are the cleaner for?

- I do the Wilmots downstairs, the two floors,

and the Turners up here.

- And when did you last see Mr. Turner alive?

- It was just before it happened,

just minutes, literally.

I was down there, dusting.

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

- Did it strike you as curious

that he was on his way toward the roof?

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

Depressed, not getting up till late.

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

staring off into the distance, so it wasn't that odd.

- And did he seem stressed the last time you saw him?

- Not really.

- Okay, well thank you, thank you very much.

Get back to Mrs. Turner, thank you.

- Why did you ask if he was stressed, sir?

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

he may deliberately have tried to appear

upbeat in his general demeanour and dress.

Anyway, we need to check his life cover.

And get his bank details.

- It's the Shires Bank, Causton branch.

I saw the cheque book in the apartment, sir.

- Hello, Mrs. Wilmot,

this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Come in.

- And you were actually talking to Felicity Turner

when it happened?

- Yes.

- [Tom] What were you talking about?

- Well, Nick.

And my husband, Jack.

- Yes?

- Well, she was a bit worried that er,

well, that they might have fallen out.

She probably told you.

- No.

Fallen out, what about?

- Well, my husband works in the City.

I have a feeling he may have given Nick

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

- And Felicity was worried about that, was she?

Were there financial problems?

- She seemed to think so.

- Hm.

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

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

I could call him.

- Ah don't, don't worry.

What time does he get home?

- He tends to leave early and get back early.

Avoid the rush.

Should be home about 6:30.

- Please, come in, come in.

- Thank you.

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

that one of your customers died today

in suspicious circumstances.

Name of Nicholas Turner, local solicitor.

- Dear, oh, dear.

Dear, oh, dear!

I actually knew him quite well.

He's the occasional member of a pub quiz team

I sometimes play for.

Can I ask what these circumstances were of the.

- Death?

Yes, you can.

It was a fatal fall.

- And when you say you're treating it as suspicious,

does that mean there's no question

of it being self-inflicted?

- You mean suicide?

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

We need to ask what his financial situation was.

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

In many ways.

But, this is in confidence?

- Of course.

- He had the misfortune of having parents-in-law

who suffered greatly with their health

towards the end of their lives.

Well, it was unfortunate for them, of course, as well.

But Nicholas insisted on giving them

the best healthcare available,

and you know how expensive that can be.

Very generous man, no expense spared.

They lingered.

- Mr. Turner was in debt?

- House mortgaged to the limit, I'm afraid.

Overdraft, not a huge one, but big enough.

Oh, dear.

- Was he left anything?

- Sadly, no.

It turned out the only remaining asset the parents had

was their house in Causton.

I'm afraid that too had been remortgaged.

- Had he any enemies?

- Do you know Otto Benham,

the local historian, expert on Roman Britain?

- Yes, yes, I do.

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

- That's him.

I had heard Otto had been casting a few aspersions

on Nicholas's professionalism.

Nicholas had taken a few clients off Otto.

One or two highly-valued clients.

So...

(owl hoots)

(wind whistling)

(shutter banging)

(clock striking)

(clock bell ringing)

- Nick wasn't just a business partner,

he was also a good friend.

- Hm.

Mr. Martin, we need to ask you some questions

which may appear a little insensitive at this time.

- Oh, yeah.

Thank you, Margaret.

- We've heard there's a rumour going round

that Mr. Turner may have been

dipping into your clients' accounts.

Now, could there be any truth in that?

- Absolutely not!

- We'd like you to look into those accounts,

if you would, just to make absolutely certain.

- Well, yes.

(doorbell buzzes)

- You all right?

- I'm sorry, yes.

Come in.

Jack isn't actually back yet.

But I'm sure he'll be back any moment.

- You spoke to him at work, did you?

Explained that we wanted to talk to him?

- No, I didn't, actually.

Um, he wasn't in the office today.

- Well, was he out on business?

- Well, they don't actually know where he is.

Which is er...

But he'll be back.

I know he'll be back.

It's quiz night at the Crown.

He never misses quiz night.

(tense music)

(serious music)

(dog barking)

(light-hearted music)

- The next question's the last in this round.

And we'll have a short intermission

for those who want to recharge their glasses.

Question 10, what is the longest river in India?

- Indus.

- [Patrons] Oh!

- [Man] Oh, no.

- Make that Russia.

- Russia? - Thank you very much!

- Oh, blame him!

We'll recommence in 10 minutes.

- Hello, Tom.

- Viv. - You wanna keep your friend

under control, he's liable to get himself lynched in here.

- It would be justifiable homicide that, wouldn't it?

Viv, have you seen Jack Wilmot this evening?

- I doubt he'll be in, his neighbour died today.

Well, I suppose you'd know that, is that why you're here?

- You don't know where he is?

- You wanna ask one of the Chateau Lafites,

they should know.

- The what?

- [Viv] Name of his quiz team.

- I think I know that one.

- Yeah, you do.

You know the face, you know the glasses.

Local celebrity and former TV quiz show host, Mike Spicer.

- Bloody hell, he was awful!

- The fellow with him, that's Otto Benham.

- What, the one who was peddling the rumours

about Nick Turner?

- Yeah.

- Yes?

- I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby

and this is DS Scott.

And we were wondering if either of you could tell us

where Jack Wilmot is.

- Well, I know he's let us down.

Had a whole bloody round of football questions.

- He's our sports expert.

Or at least, he's supposed to be.

- He's probably staying at home.

Some misguided attempt at respect for the dead.

His neighbour managed to fall off his roof

and kill himself today.

- We're actually keeping an open mind

as to whether or not Mr. Turner

fell off the roof all on his own.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Are you treating Jack as a suspect, Inspector?

- Well, he's not at home.

Wife doesn't know where he is.

- Did he take the car?

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

On another matter,

we've been told that someone has been putting rumours about

that Mr. Turner was dipping into his clients' accounts.

- Nothing to do with me, guv!

- Have you heard the rumours?

- Of course.

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

Or drinks low-alcohol lager!

It's not growing on me, is it you?

- [Mr. Perkins] They came in the bank this morning.

(Perkins whispering)

- Thank you for your time, gentlemen.

- [Dan] Spot the charm school graduates!

- Perkins from the bank's over here.

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

- I think the barmaid might be worth

talking to as well, sir.

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

she might have seen something.

- Yeah, okay, see what you can get.

- Mr. Perkins, we meet again, sir.

- Oh, please.

- [Tom] Thank you.

- Do you think Otto had anything to do

with what happened at Sandford House today?

- This is George, Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

- Yes.

Why are you asking?

- Otto Benham didn't get where he is

by keeping to the rules.

We had a minute's silence earlier, for Nick.

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

Arrogant so-and-so's.

Everybody else comes down here for a laugh.

Talk about competitive!

That lot take the quiz very seriously.

- That means they win, a lot.

- Otto can't stand losing at anything,

quiz night or anything.

Cheers, Jane.

- Your team-mate seems a bit under the weather.

- Oh, Jane knew Nick Turner quite well.

She used to work for him.

- How well did she know him?

- Quite well.

Thank you.

Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby, Jane Hampton.

- How do you do?

I understand you knew Nick Turner quite well.

- Yes, I did.

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

so if you haven't got your drinks in yet

you better do it now.

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

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

Where can we reach you?

- I live at the Lodge, at the entrance to Sandford House.

- Okay, we'll be in touch, thank you.

Excuse.

- [Man] Yeah, something like that.

- It's not a good time to talk to Zara, sir,

I'll have to pick my moment.

- Zara?

- What?

(wind whistling)

(something lightly banging)

(something thumping)

(something thumping)

(suspenseful music)

(something thumping)

(something thumping)

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

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

It's very weird.

Especially in light of all the--

- [Driver] I know you, don't I?

You're on the telly.

- Oh, well, just some trivial little game show,

"Mike Spicer's Game Of Your Life."

- [Driver] Oh, that was awful.

- Oh, just through the gates there.

You can pull up by the chariot.

(suspenseful music)

I'll give you a ring tomorrow.

Mr. Spicer'll pay you.

- Any news?

Otto?

About Nick Turner?

Apparently, Jack's disappeared.

Have you heard anything about it?

- Just get some sleep, dear, you need your sleep.

(cat meows)

(subdued music)

(birds chattering)

(Antonia knocking)

- Antonia, what is it?

Is something wrong?

- I baked you a loaf.

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

What time is it?

- Is Jack not back?

- No, no.

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

I wondered if you wouldn't mind.

Well, she's staying at the Hopes'.

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

- Of course.

Look, come in, come in, I'll put the kettle on.

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

So I think we have to assume Jack Wilmot's still missing.

Which makes him our chief suspect.

Maybe Felicity Turner had a boyfriend

and it's the old two birds with one stone job.

You know, get rid of the husband, land the insurance money.

- Yes, that's possible.

Unless, of course, Jack Wilmot is dead as well.

Any sign of your husband?

- No.

- We were just on our way up to see you.

Have you got a recent photograph

of Jack we could use, please?

- I'm just on my way back now.

Do you want a lift?

- Mr. Barnaby, do you think, at some stage,

I could have a few minutes of your time?

- I'll walk back and look something out.

- It's just that something happened

when I was working for Nick.

Something that he asked me not to mention to anyone.

But I was wondering if, in the circumstances,

it might be relevant.

A man named Peter Blagdon contacted him

and they had a meeting.

- That's a familiar name.

- You may be thinking of Anthony Blagdon, his brother.

- Yes, who used to own Sandford House.

He still owns the freehold,

though I don't think anyone ever sees him,

the agents handle all that.

- And what was this meeting with Peter Blagdon about?

- I don't know, it was away from the office.

But I saw him.

A nondescript little man.

And I had the distinct feeling something,

well, something shady was going on.

And then a couple of weeks later,

Nick came back into the office one afternoon,

looking terrible.

He said there'd been an accident,

and I asked if anyone had been hurt,

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

"You could say that."

I'd never seen him like that before.

- What did he mean?

- He wouldn't say.

He changed the subject.

But it was about that time he became depressed.

And sort of, oh, I don't know,

spiky and withdrawn.

- And your relationship with Mr. Turner,

that was purely professional, was it?

- We were friends.

I don't know what you've heard,

but there was nothing more than that.

- What about Felicity, the wife,

did she have anything with anybody?

- Like who?

- Like Jack Wilmot, for example.

- Jack's a flirt with everyone,

we've all had to put up with it.

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

but that's only because she was too polite

to tell him to get lost.

- What is it they say?

Boys and their toys?

Apparently, they're all very accurate reproductions.

Otto has his own private museum.

He can spend whole days in there sometimes.

Which seems to suit us both quite well.

(wheelchair motor whirs)

- Not across the lawn!

How many times do I have to tell you?

I wouldn't mind if she could pad across on her own two feet,

in flat-soled shoes,

but I have to play croquet on this rutted surface.

- He's all yours.

(wheelchair motor whirs)

- [Otto] You found Jack yet?

- No, no, we haven't.

But a name has come up and I know that your knowledge

of local families is pretty extensive.

Do you know a Peter Blagdon?

- Peter.

I know Anthony.

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

Lives abroad somewhere.

- But you've never met him.

- No.

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

- Ah!

I was at my office,

as everyone there can testify.

You're welcome to ask them.

Does the delicious Jane Hampton have an alibi?

You were talking to her last night, I think.

- Yes, why do you ask?

- You know she was in love with him?

With Nick Turner.

We all know how quickly love can turn to hate.

That's why she left Turner & Martin.

Couldn't bear being so close to him

not being able to show her true feelings.

- [Tom] Why do you say that?

- Oh, everyone could see it!

Apart, of course, from the idiot Turner himself.

He'd no idea.

Why she fell for him...

She used to have a high-powered job in the City, you know.

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

That's probably why she was so attracted to Nick Turner.

The human equivalent of a comfort blanket!

Huh!

A rather wet one, at that!

(Otto chuckles)

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

- Thanks, Sarah.

(Felicity laughing)

- I know!

I'll call you.

- Felicity!

Hi.

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

Antonia asked me to pass them on.

- Thank you.

Is there any news on Jack?

- He still hasn't appeared.

- And are the police treating him as a suspect?

(gentle music)

- [Commentator] And the Princess of Wales

descends the staircase, looking absolutely radiant.

She pauses, speaks to one of the young ladies

who work here at the theatre.

And she meets Raymond Voss, the manager there.

He introduces her to the assembled celebrities.

There, the Princess shares a joke

with one of the cast, Mike Spicer,

the popular television entertainer,

shaking hands there with Her Royal Highness.

She's never in too much of a hurry

to share a word of encouragement or to offer advice.

(Mike laughing)

Mike Spicer, there.

(phone ringing)

- Mike Spicer.

- I've just had Barnaby around here,

asking if I know Peter Blagdon.

- How the hell does he know about that?

- I don't think he does, he's just fishing.

So when he mentions Peter Blagdon to you, don't react.

You've never met him.

Understood?

- [Mike] Oh, my God!

- No, just be calm, it'll be fine.

Well, he's probably on his way over to you now.

Stay calm.

- Yeah, yep.

Yes.

- Jack and me with Felicity and Nick.

That was a lovely day.

- Have you got a larger one of Jack?

Perhaps on his own?

- Well, that's a good likeness.

- Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Can we take this one?

- Is there something wrong?

- No, no, it's nothing.

You'll think I'm completely barmy.

- Try me.

- I keep thinking I'm hearing these noises, as if.

Well, it's rather a difficult one to explain.

When we first moved here, Jack heard stories at the pub

about there being an old wine cellar

that was supposed to be under the house.

He became a bit obsessed by it,

trying to find the entrance.

Anyway, he suddenly stopped looking.

It was odd.

- Do you think he found it?

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

And he was trying to communicate with me somehow.

Trying to get me to find the entrance.

And now I keep hearing these noises, and it.

- Who would have locked him in?

- I'm just being silly, there's no-one.

- Thank you.

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

And you'll contact us if he calls you, yes?

There is just one more thing.

Do you know a Peter Blagdon?

- Anthony Blagdon's brother?

- Yeah.

- I've heard of him vaguely but.

You might try the agents.

Well, they handle everything for Anthony,

Morgan Associates.

- Okay, thank you.

(suspenseful music)

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

Peter moved abroad shortly after Anthony's wedding.

There was some sort of scandal

in all the tabloids at the time.

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

- Could you give me

the older brother's contact details, please?

- Anthony won't be able to help.

- Well, I do need them.

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

No idea whether he's alive or dead.

Cares less.

- [Radio] Report is better than expected.

Results show outlook is dreary.

First half, underlying profits fell about 3%.

- Please.

- [Radio] To 190 million pounds.

- I'm afraid I was here.

- [Radio] A million pounds.

- Alone at the time.

So there's no-one to corroborate it.

- Hm, so, no Mrs. Spicer?

- The capital told investors. - Oh.

- [Radio] Last August that--

- Several.

And all of them are far better off than me.

Everything I earn these days hardly touches the sides

before it's winging its way into their current accounts.

The ladies, eh?

Where would we be without them?

- So we're not married at the moment?

- Oh, I think I've learnt that particular lesson, Inspector.

No, my last wife ran off with the plumber.

Can you believe it?

I was BAFTA-nominated, for God's sake!

Or very nearly.

- Do you know Peter Blagdon?

- Mm, Blagdon.

Blagdon.

Isn't he that landowner chap?

- No, you're thinking of Anthony, this is Peter Blagdon.

- Am I?

Oh, right. Yes.

Er, Peter, nope.

Nah.

Don't ring any bells.

(printer whirring)

- [Tom] What have you got there?

- Peter Blagdon's proving a bit evasive, sir.

He fell out with his brother, Anthony, big time,

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

at Anthony's wedding reception!

So, 'fraid no-one knows where he is.

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

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

Now, that's ten years out of date,

but that is Peter Blagdon right there.

- [Tom] You sure?

- Yeah.

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

but that's the best one.

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

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

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

- Ah.

(phone ringing)

- Causton police station, duty sergeant.

- [Tom] Mr. Martin.

- Mr. Barnaby, I wondered if I might have a word?

You asked me to check through the accounts.

- Ah.

And?

- There is some money missing from the clients' accounts.

- How much?

- 150,000.

(tense dramatic music)

(latch clicking)

(car alarm beeps)

(door thumps)

(door creaking)

(footsteps tapping)

- [Mike] Ah.

- Antonia.

Just the person we're looking for.

- What are you doing here?

- We're looking for you, my dear, I think I just said that.

Where's Jack?

- I don't know where Jack is.

- No, no, no.

I know that's the official line, but you can tell us.

You can tell us, Antonia.

- I wouldn't tell you anything.

Ever!

I know you're behind this.

I know.

Just go away!

(men laughing)

- Some say the story's a load of old rubbish,

some say it's genuine.

- What about you?

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

- I'm in the don't know, haven't a clue camp, that's me.

- I know someone who's been down there.

- Do you?

- Charlie Rice, he swore to me it was true.

- And he never spun a line, did he!

- Who's Charlie Rice?

- Dead now.

He was an old boy, 80s.

Vivid imagination.

Don't think there's anyone else

who's claimed to have been down there.

- Okay, thank you.

- Scott.

- Sir?

- Any luck with Zara?

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

So I thought I'd ask her out for a Chinese,

get the setting right.

She's up for it so we'll go from there.

- Somebody's nicked the white line machine!

Mr. Barnaby.

- Hello, Steve.

I've just come down from the pavilion.

I'm supposed to mark up the football pitch,

but the white line machine's gone!

Who'd do that?

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

if they'd asked.

- Well, you must report it, Steve.

- Yeah, well, maybe it'll turn up.

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

of a secret cellar underneath Sandford House.

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

- It's not impossible.

It's not likely.

- Ah.

- Do you think I could have a word?

- Yeah.

- It's just.

You know I told you, where I was working on the bench

and how I didn't have a view of the roof when it happened?

Well, I don't know if it means anything,

but it was Felicity, Mrs. Turner,

who asked me to work there on the bench at that time.

- Are you trying to tell us something here?

- No, no, no.

It's just.

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

No-one tells me, normally.

(cutlery clanking)

(suspenseful music)

(Otto chewing)

(crockery clanking)

(wine bottles clinking)

(suspenseful music)

(wine bottles clinking)

(tapping on the patio door)

(distant dog barking)

(hammer clanking)

(gentle operatic music)

- Oh!

What is it you want?

Money?

Is that what you want?

Oh, my God!

Not my mouth, no!

I have asthma, I'll choke.

Oh, no, please!

(discordant tones)

- Oh, what's going on?

Who are you?

Is this some kind of joke?

(bottles clanking)

What is this?

What are you doing?

I order you to stop!

Do you hear me?

(bottles shattering)

Right, that is it!

My God!

It's a '78 Margeaux!

You bloody maniac!

(Bernie laughing)

Bernie, is that you?

Well, what are you doing?

For God's sake, call the police!

Bernie!

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

- Oh, you stupid woman!

Do something!

Call the police!

Do you hear me?

- Can I suggest about five degrees to the left?

- No!

- [Officer] Sergeant's just over there, sir.

- All right.

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

looking for vital signs.

There were none.

- Do you think someone's making a point?

- Several.

- Well, we'll be able to give Steve

his white-liner back, anyway.

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

- Ah!

Mr. Barnaby, come in.

Cup of coffee?

- Ah, no, no, thank you.

This is DS Scott.

May we express our sincere condolences for your loss.

- Oh, thank you very much.

Brown sauce, haven't been allowed brown sauce for 30 years.

- We understand that you were positioned

at an upstairs window when the postman found you.

- Yes, that's right, I saw it all.

It was absolutely ghastly, terrible.

- Can you describe the intruder?

- Well, he was wearing black.

Black balaclava.

Quite tall, I suppose.

Other than that.

It was quite a show.

- Er, Mrs. Benham, we have to ask this question.

Who inherits your husband's estate?

- I do.

Well I think I do.

- [Mike] Otto, Otto!

- Oh, God, it's Mike Spicer.

You couldn't deal with him, could you?

- Let me go! - I don't think

I could face him just now.

- [Mike] For God's sake, let me through!

- [Paul] I'm sorry, sir, this is a crime scene.

- [Mike] He's my friend!

- [Paul] I'm sorry, sir.

- Mr. Spicer.

Thank you, Paul.

- [Paul] Sir.

- Mr. Spicer.

- Mocking him in death.

This is a revenge killing.

- Indeed.

We are wondering what it's in revenge for.

Well, how the hell should I know?

What are you suggesting?

- Can you tell us where you were last night,

round about 12 o'clock?

- At home in bed!

Why?

Where the hell do you think I was?

- It's as I thought.

I knew my husband wouldn't want his wife

to be seen to go without.

Did you get rid of him?

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

Is this stuff from the safe?

- [Bernie] Mm-hmm.

- Chateau Latour 1961.

I take it that was a good year.

Well who'd bother faking a bad one?

They're obviously fakes.

Must be.

It's one of Otto's scams.

- Sir.

There's some more wine labels, as well.

Latour '59, Petrus '61, a Margeaux,

something called a Haut-Brion?

I don't know much about wine,

I think it's quite expensive.

- What sort of scam?

- Oh, it's no use asking me, I kept well out of his doings.

But something's iffy.

You can count on that.

- Mrs. Benham, do you think there was any significance

in them putting you by the window like that

so you could witness what was happening?

- Yes, I think there probably was.

(door clicking)

(Bernie sighs)

I've always been aware of what a shyster Otto was.

But I decided early on to turn a blind eye.

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

Couldn't really live a life without it.

I imagine, whoever it was,

thought that witnessing my husband's death

would be a form of punishment.

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

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

I mean living with the man.

Sharing his appalling life.

Quite punishment enough.

I suppose I did feel a twinge of pity

in his last shuddering squirms of agony,

But not a great deal.

- Who says marriage is dead?

- I want you to take the wine and the labels

to the auctioneer's in Causton.

See what their experts make of them.

(sombre music)

(Antonia knocking)

- Antonia!

- I'm so sorry, Bernie, you must feel awful.

- Mixed feelings, really.

How are you?

Any word from Jack?

- No, nothing.

- Come and have a cup of tea,

or maybe something stronger.

- Do they know who did it?

- (laughs) Think they'd be spoiled for choice

in the enemies of Otto department!

- Bernie, I'm sorry to ask.

At a time like this, it must seem really selfish,

when you've just lost your husband and everything,

but I'm desperate.

- What is it, my dear?

- Well, what happened to Otto, it's made me think.

You see I've been suspecting

that Jack was involved with Otto in some kind of.

Oh, excuse me for saying this,

but some kind of dodgy deal.

- Oh, please.

If it involved Otto, it almost invariably was.

We've just found a whole collection

of faked wine labels in the safe.

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

Come on, my dear.

I'd offer champagne if there was any left,

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

Ah, no, there is a bottle left!

Bit of bubbly, my dear.

(tense music)

- Otto Benham?

When did it happen?

- Round about midnight, last night.

I have to ask you this.

Were you both here last night?

- Yes.

- Oh, yes.

- Mrs. Turner, did your husband ever mention

an old wine cellar under Sandford House?

- He may have done.

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

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

- How about you, do you know anything about it?

- Not really.

Local rumour.

I've never paid much attention.

(tense music)

(shovel banging)

- Now, a case of the Petrus '61

went for $90,000, apparently.

Six bottles of the Mouton Rothschild fetched $70,00.

But they both had a very good provenance.

I think that's like a pedigree, sir.

Still, the auctioneer reckons that a full bottle

of clear, good quality wine like this one,

even without the provenance,

would cost at least a grand a bottle.

So we're talking very big money

if all of these were genuine.

But this is where it gets interesting,

the auctioneer reckons that these

aren't even very good fakes.

Any expert worth his salt could spot them.

And the really interesting thing

is that this bottle, the genuine Latour '61,

was brought in for valuation a month ago.

- That actual bottle.

- Yeah.

The auctioneer says he recognised the stain on the label.

So, it was brought in by two gentlemen

who both wanted to know the value of it,

and were very impressed when they found out.

One of them, he recalls,

had a rather flamboyant handkerchief in his breast pocket.

They also brought in a list of other vintage wines

they wanted prices for.

Exactly the same wines as these fake wine labels.

He offered to get back to them with more information,

but they seemed strangely reluctant

to give their contact details.

- Yes, they would be.

- Yeah. - Descriptions?

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

(Tom's phone ringing)

Nick Turner and Jack Wilmot

(Dan's phone ringing) was my thinking, sir.

- DCI Barnaby.

- DS Scott.

- Oh, could you slow down a minute, start again, please.

- Did she say what it was about?

- All right, calm down.

- We'll be right. - We'll be right.

- Over.

- There.

- You first.

- Jane Hampton, sir, she's in reception.

Wants to talk to us.

- We'll see her on the way.

That was Antonia.

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

(police siren wailing)

- Hello, there.

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

- I'm sorry, it won't take a moment.

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

It feels a bit awkward, but,

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

to give her some post.

And, well, she was in the garden

and didn't know I was there

and I heard her laughing and happy,

on her mobile to someone.

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

she was suddenly the sad, grieving widow again.

It just seemed...

Oh, that's all it was.

It was probably nothing but I just thought I better.

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

- It's down there, the door on the right.

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

(door creaks)

(tense music)

(someone breathing loudly)

Here.

Well, someone's cleared a path through here.

This is what I saw.

I thought I'd better call you,

I wasn't sure what I might find.

(suspenseful music)

(trap door creaks)

(someone breathing loudly)

(door creaks)

- Quite a lot of footprints, they look recent.

Here, what about this?

- Wine cases.

They've been standing there for several years.

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

(door creaks)

(door bangs)

(lock clicks)

(door rattles)

- That's handy.

(serious music)

(device beeping) (person breathing loudly)

(phone ringing)

- This is DCI Barnaby.

Please leave a message after the tone.

- It's me.

I know you haven't forgotten the Fallowfields do tonight.

Cab's picking us up at half-past seven.

Just to remind you.

See you soon.

- He's left the key in the lock.

Have you got a signal?

- No.

- There's not enough gap underneath the door to get at it

even if we managed to push it through.

Our only chance, Scott,

is digging through the door frame.

Here, look.

- [Dan] Right.

- Jack's dead.

- I'm sorry?

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

I know it, I just know it.

- Why do you say that?

- He didn't kill Nick.

He wouldn't kill anyone.

And he wouldn't just disappear!

Well, someone killed Nick, and Otto.

And they've killed Jack, as well.

- Who?

Who'd kill your husband?

- I don't know, I'm just saying!

- You thought that the cellar was under the house,

didn't you, before?

What made you, all of a sudden,

look for the entrance in the outbuildings?

How goes it?

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

Still gonna take a while.

You supposed to be somewhere, sir?

- Yes.

(slow light music)

- I'm supposed to be taking Zara out for a Chinese tonight.

Could have picked a better time

to be locked in a secret, underground cellar, sir.

- Are we going to get out of here before the air runs out?

Before we all die of thirst?

- Yeah, of course we will.

- I wouldn't be so sure.

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

- We'll get out, don't you worry.

(tense music)

- You asked me why I decided to look

in the outbuildings for the cellar.

It was because I found Otto and Mike Spicer

coming out of them.

- When was this?

- Yesterday evening.

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

- And you thought, what, that they'd been down here

in the cellar?

- Well, not immediately.

But when Bernie told me

about the fake wine labels you'd found

I thought there might be a connection.

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

- Looks likely.

Was your husband involved in that?

- He was worried, I could tell.

But he never confided in me about business.

I knew he wasn't happy.

- And Nick Turner, was he involved?

- I think so.

(tense music)

(bird cawing)

(people chatting) (Joyce laughing)

(cork popping)

- And this horse coming from the squeaks,

and it jumps a great fence on its own.

And it's two guys one side, horse the other.

- Oh. - Joyce?

- Oh, thank you, lovely.

- Feel bad about Zara, sir.

Standing her up like that, poor thing.

She'll be gutted.

- Yeah, I can imagine.

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

- [Tom] Must have made her day, being asked out by you.

- Oh, you know, sir, spread it around a bit.

- No, but seriously, Mrs. Barnaby,

she'll be getting anxious by now, sir.

- Thank you.

♪ Put your glad rags on and join me hon ♪

♪ We'll have some fun when the clock strikes one ♪

♪ We're gonna rock around the clock tonight ♪

♪ We're gonna rock, rock, rock, 'til broad daylight ♪

♪ We're gonna rock, gonna rock, around the clock tonight ♪

(Antonia snoring)

- God, I'm parched!

Imagine being locked in a wine cellar

and there's nothing to drink.

- Here.

- Have you got any idea what the con was, sir?

- Well, I can make an educated guess.

Unfortunately, it doesn't help much

in explaining the murders.

But you think Nick Turner,

with 150,000 grand of his clients' money,

you think he was the mark?

- Yeah, looks like that.

Antonia mentioned that Jack had suddenly

stopped looking for the entrance to the cellar

a couple of months ago.

(serious music)

(shovel thumping)

I think he found it.

And my guess is, it was empty.

- What about the marks of the cases in the dust?

- I think someone put them there quite recently.

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

He's the one, he's the one orchestrating all of this.

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

Maybe, when he heard about the cellar from Jack,

the conman in him just instinctively thought,

"There's something I might use."

- How?

- This is just a hypothesis, okay?

We know that they got someone to impersonate Peter Blagdon,

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

My guess is that they installed the fake wine

down here, in the empty cellar.

Probably plonk from the supermarket

with the real labels soaked off

and the faked ones put on.

(serious music)

Dusted down with, oh I don't know,

with the contents of Hoover bags?

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

The whole place dressed to look like an ancient,

forgotten wine cellar,

full of priceless old wine, all fakes

except one.

- One, two, three, four.

- One, two, three, four.

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

forgotten wine cellar.

And there's nothing like a little bit of truth

to sell the biggest lies, is there?

So then they just had to prepare their story,

brief the man who was going to play Peter Blagdon,

and then sell the con to Nick.

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

and suddenly I'm talking to Peter Blagdon,

brother of Anthony.

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

So I ask him, does he know anything

about the cellar that's supposed to be here,

the one I've been looking for.

And he says, calm as you like, that he's been in it!

With his grandfather, 40 years ago.

Just after his grandfather had been round France

on a wine-buying trip.

So I ask him, "Was there anything down there?"

He says, "It was packed, packed with vintage wine."

Now, this is strictly between you and me.

That's understood, okay?

- Yes, yes, of course.

- Because, strictly speaking, the contents of the cellar

would still belong to Anthony Blagdon.

- He doesn't know it exists?

- Not a clue.

And the thing is,

there were some fantastic vintages around that time.

But then, his grandfather died.

This Peter reckons no-one else knows

of the whereabouts of the cellar.

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

He said if I was interested,

we could come to some kind of financial arrangement.

- Then, they must have met up

with the Peter Blagdon impersonator,

and arranged to take a look.

(serious music)

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

- [Tom] Next step, the genuine expert

at the auctioneer's, and we know they visited.

- Have you got a pen?

Now we need to take down the names of some.

- A little calculation, and it looks like

the collection's worth hundreds of thousands of pounds,

very nice.

So then they move on to the next phase.

- Good!

I've just been speaking to Mike Spicer.

Now, he's got a dealer contact that can take the whole lot,

no questions asked.

We're talking a million plus.

Now, Mike Spicer wants in, of course.

He says he can raise 50k, no problem.

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

I mean, Peter Blagdon's no fool,

he's not gonna ask for peanuts.

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

I don't really know what I'm doing,

it's not my normal thing.

It's just, you know?

It feels like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

- I'm in, 50k.

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

- It almost inevitably ups the ante, standard con procedure.

- Quarter of a million?

- Cheap at the price.

You know what it's worth.

No negotiation.

- [Tom] By this time, Nick's been hooked.

He's probably kept up on what the wine is worth.

And it all adds up to a can't-lose proposition.

Or so he thinks.

- There's no way I can raise another 100k.

I'll have to speak to Mike.

- I can do it.

150 grand.

No problem.

- [Tom] I imagine they just reeled him in.

- So they got that 150 grand,

but what about the wine?

I mean, we know the wine experts

wouldn't have been fooled by those labels.

- They didn't have to fool the wine experts, Scott,

just Nick.

And then, destroy the wine.

- Destroy it?

- The accident that Nick mentioned to Jane in the office?

See, the wine was fake.

So once they'd taken the money off Nick,

they had to convince Nick that the wine was gone.

They couldn't just say it was stolen.

No, much simpler to arrange a little accident

in which all the wine is destroyed.

(birds cawing)

(suspenseful music)

(car horn beeping)

- [Nick] Come on!

- [Mike] Relax, Jack's not gonna lose us.

What the hell's that?

- [Nick] Looks like oil on the--

(explosion booming)

- I don't know what happened!

I just lost control!

- That's bloody 50 grand!

- What do you mean, 50 grand?

I've put in 150.

- They all have to pretend they were gutted,

lost all that money.

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

- Something like that.

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

minus expenses.

- And Otto also had the pleasure

of knowing that Nick had taken the money

from his clients' accounts.

Spread a few rumours about the embezzlement,

make sure it was discovered.

That would mean that Nick would be struck off.

- Why kill Nick?

I mean, why kill him?

They've already taken 150 grand off him,

why chuck him off a roof as well?

- Yeah, well I told you, doesn't explain the murders.

It's half-past two, Joyce'll be having kittens.

Get.

(gentle music)

(car engine quietly rumbling)

(quiet suspenseful music)

(alarm beeps)

(alarm beeps)

(alarm keys beeping)

(Dan grunting)

- You can see how someone desperate

like Nick Turner could fall for it though, sir.

I mean, it is a neat con.

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

Easy money, hidden treasure.

Everyone's a sucker.

You just choose the right location or context.

And then you dress it up convincingly.

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

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

- The same clothing.

There's gonna be another murder.

♪ Here's a little song I wrote ♪

♪ You might want to sing it note for note ♪

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ Be happy ♪

♪ Don't worry, be happy now ♪

♪ Whoo, ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ Whoo, ooh ooh ooh ♪

(tense music)

- Go on, more there.

That's it, go on.

- Oh.

(Antonia sighs)

What time is it?

- [Tom] It's eight o'clock.

- In the morning?

- In the morning.

(heartbeat thumping)

(wine cork pops)

- Oh, it's gonna to take forever.

- [Tom] Try again.

(door rattles)

- [Dan] Hello?

Is there somebody there?

(latch clicks)

(door creaks)

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

I saw your car outside-- - Thank you!

Can you look after Antonia?

Can't stop, we'll explain later!

- Thank you.

- Can you give Joyce a ring, please, Scott?

Just want her to know that everything's all right.

(car engine roaring)

- Hello, Mrs. Barnaby?

This is Dan Scott.

- Oh, Daniel!

How lovely to hear from you.

- Yeah, er, Mr. Barnaby asked me to call you

to let you know everything was all right.

We were unavoidably detained last night.

But now we're--

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I'll tell him.

- What?

What is it?

- Mrs. Barnaby asked if you could pick up

a carton of plain yoghourt on your way home

this evening, sir.

You're having curry tonight.

- Yes, thank you.

Thank you, Scott.

(phone ringing)

- Bullard.

- Hello, Mr. Bullard, this is Dan Scott.

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

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

- What make of suit?

- [Dan] Yeah, shoes as well, please.

We're trying to establish

where he might have bought them.

- No problem, I'll call you.

- Thank you.

He's on the case, sir.

(tyres squealing)

(birds cawing)

- [Tom] Mr. Spicer?

Hello!

(sombre music)

- (sighs) Not what you'd call

a spur of the moment thing, is it, sir?

(bike engine rumbling)

(phone ringing)

- George?

- The suit label is Callum & Co.

And the only people I know locally

who would stock them are Brighton Bros.

So I gave them a ring to check,

and yes, they remember the sale.

Apparently Nick Turner is a valued customer of theirs.

And there was something unusual about it.

- Yeah, he bought two of everything and paid in cash, yeah?

- [George] Exactly right.

- Hey, George, got another body for you.

- Yes, I heard, I'm on my way.

- Thank you, George.

- What's going on, sir?

- Hang on, Scott.

(phone ringing)

- [Sarah] Hello?

- Sarah, this is DCI Barnaby.

Is Felicity with you?

- [Sarah] You just missed her.

- Did she say where she was going?

- No, she didn't.

But she's not going up to Sandford House,

I offered her a lift.

- But she was with you before she left?

- She's been here all morning.

In fact, she asked me to stay with her.

- Alibi.

- Excuse me?

- Look, I've got to go, thank you, thank you.

I'll be in touch.

- Alibi?

- Yeah, she made certain of it.

Which suggests to me that she knew what was gonna happen.

- You're talking about Felicity Turner?

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

I think she's gonna see him.

- Him?

You think she's got a boyfriend?

- Not a boyfriend, Scott, not a boyfriend.

Did you notice anything about that photograph

Antonia showed us of them all in the garden?

Nick and Felicity, Antonia and Jack.

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

Same colour hair.

And Felicity deliberately identified the body

that fell from the roof as her husband.

But it wasn't.

It was Jack Wilmot.

Nick Turner is still very much alive, Scott.

And he, he's our killer.

(ominous music)

You said it, Scott, didn't ya?

We're all suckers at heart.

You dress up something convincingly, in the right context.

I mean, Antonia, his own wife,

she was standing, what, a few feet away?

Didn't recognise the body of her own husband.

Helped a little that the body landed head-first.

- No!

No, for God's sake!

- [Tom] My guess is, Nick Turner made sure it did.

- [Dan] So he discovered he'd been conned

and it was all payback.

- [Tom] Mm, Nick and Felicity together.

Somehow, they lured him up to the attic

on the morning of the murder.

(Jack grunts)

- I'm gonna enjoy this!

- Bastard!

- They stripped him, and dressed him

in the identical clothes that Nick would wear later,

and that he'd made sure Sarah the cleaner

saw him in before he went up to the roof.

Then they tied him up, restraining him,

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

Later, he must have knocked out Jack again.

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

the smaller injuries under the massive ones

from the fall, would it?

Took off the gag, manhandle him over the edge

and then let him drop.

(Felicity screaming)

Felicity made sure she got to the body first,

so she could cradle the head in a way

that meant no-one else could see it properly.

Just in case.

Simple but effective.

I mean, you can't be charged with murder

if you're already dead, can you?

- And you think she's gone to meet him?

- Yeah.

The question is, where?

- It turned out the only remaining asset

the parents had was their house in Causton.

- Look, it wasn't my idea, I swear!

- That's the wrong answer, Mike.

- Please! - Bit of an impertinent

little claret, you getting the raspberries there, Mike?

- (laughs) It's a good picture.

- Very pleasant.

Oh, and er, it might be worth your trying

to answer this next one correctly.

(Felicity laughs)

For another minute or two

of your worthless conman existence.

What makes you think you have the right

to destroy other people's lives, Mike?

I'm gonna have to hurry you.

(both laughing)

- You can go to hell!

- [Nick] I think you'll be getting there

somewhat ahead of me.

(tense music)

- If you could get a couple of men round the back, quietly.

Keep the rest out front, okay?

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

- No, Felicity's got to collect the life insurance

before they start their new life together.

(Nick laughing)

(Nick and Felicity laughing)

(Felicity laughing)

- [Felicity] And the way he tried to be dignified.

- [Nick] I know, I know.

- Until the gurgling!

(Nick laughing)

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

it must have been a bottle and a half!

I just wish we'd videoed Otto,

I'd really like to see that one again.

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

until the money comes through.

It could be months before we--

- Excuse me.

You won't see each other for considerably longer than that.

And we've got officers front and back,

in case you're thinking of doing a runner.

- Wrists out together, please.

Imagine the station not noticing we were missing, sir.

Still, it's one thing for your colleagues

not to realise you're not there,

but for your own wife not to realise

you hadn't spent the night with her, sir,

that must hurt a bit.

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

once Zara has finished with you.

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

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

Anyway, I think being locked in a cellar all night

by a triple murderer is a better excuse

than saying the car broke down

and there was no signal on the mobile.

- Here she is.

- Zara-- - Before you say anything,

I'm really sorry about last night

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

- [Dan] What?

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

It was just...

- That's okay, no worries.

It's fine.

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

- Really?

Thanks, anyway.

- Hello, darling, come here.

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

No question.

- Okay?

How much longer?

- Well.

I must be off.

- [Dan] Don't forget the yoghourt, sir.

(macabre music)