All language subtitles for Midsomer Murders s24e02

Thank you.

And here it is.

Bertrand's inside.

He'll be more than happy to find your
book. Thank you.

Hi there.

Oh, wait.

Can't have the great man not looking at
her.

Thank you 1 ,000 times over. And
remember, the treasure is within.

Sorry to interrupt, but there's the
small matter of the church high.

Oh, my publishers are taking care of
expenses.

She said you are. You must have
misheard, Rev. Easy done in all the

There you go.

That's a good turnout. More than we
catered for.

Where's Ludo?

Yes. Front row, bang in the middle.

Oh, Dad wanted to know if everything's
prepped for the quid night.

Helen, it's all in hand.

When did you get here?

About an hour ago.

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

Jewell'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 the 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, 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.

Robert, is your book another con?

And the only reason no one has found the
treasure is because it doesn't exist.

Dane, 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. What, Bertram's room?

Didn't you hear that reporter?

We've been harbouring a criminal.

Where's he going to 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, Ava.

Ready whenever you are.

There you are.

Ten 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.

Call my publisher, Jane, and ask her.

I've got her number right here.

The treasure is real, Aneesha. And it's
out there, waiting for only the

brightest and the best to find it.

And you are the brightest I know.

I think I'll dig it up.

What do you mean?

The treasure.

That thing. It's its best chance of
redemption.

Here, your anniversary was a roaring
success.

If I find out it was you who raked up my
past, I don't know more about you than

I can stomach. Why would I bother
digging any further?

As someone who claims to be hyper
-intelligent, you're not very bright,

You sold me out, and you know it. What
are you talking about?

What have you been?

Danny's furious. She won't show up at
the house.

I know a really good removal man.

Give me the number. Just back off,
Othello.

I can't believe I'm the journalist
today.

Never mind her.

I need a favour.

Knock, knock.

You 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 going to be that easy.

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

Me time will be in the pub.

Relax. I'll give Eli a shower. You can
do that.

I've got it. All right. There's no need
to nap.

What got into you?

Dad, there's something I've got to...
Oh, it's a large one.

Are you serious?

Get out!

Carla!

It's all right, Joel.

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

Smile, sweet angel, smile.

Okay.

Speak quickly and clearly. No tumbling
or mumbling over your work.

Go. We haven't had breakfast yet.

We didn't get this far stopping for
porridge.

I bet you'd score highly on bones. John!

In what year did... Winter.

Winter.

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

Well, there goes my practice.

I'd say we're through to the semi -final
of a pub quiz.

The pub quiz, Jamie.

The biggest one in Midsomer.

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 who created a
picture book full of cryptic clues that

to hidden treasure.

Are we talking pieces of eight or pot of
gold? Well, that's all part of the

mystery, sir.

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

Was he, 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 going to be my line, sir.

Building up to that.

Hope you've 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

Probably around 8pm.

So?

So I've seen this before. This scene,
this picture.

It's from his book. Are you sure?

Positive.

Studied those pages so hard I started to
see them in my dreams.

When exactly was the last time you had a
psych evaluation, Winter?

Oh.

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 man, 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, it's worth a
fortune.

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

I'm guessing it's a spade, because a
hole that deep wasn't dug with bare

We need to establish his last known
movements, any calls he made, who he

to.

I can't believe that it was buried in
Maud's mire all along. I would have bet

life savings on it being in Edinburgh.

£5 ,000 on building supplies.

The repairs to Sebastian's church are
mowing up.

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

Mr and Mrs Trask, we've been advised
that Bertram 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 would come as a shock, but
when was the last time you saw Mr

Erm...

Yesterday in the church.

He was celebrating ten years since his
book was published.

Last time I saw him was outside a fellow
can 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, uh... Son, he's, um, slightly
upset by the book.

It's not the only one, Danny.

I've never seen Vinicca that angry
before.

She was incandescent.

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

How long had you known Mr. Jewell?

Um, he came here a couple of months
before his book was published.

He wandered in. Do you remember, Danny?

Said he was looking up an old friend.

Yeah, I remember all right.

He scoffed down a cream tea and forgot
to pay.

I chased him, he apologised, we got
talking and we became good mates.

How long has he lived with you in
Montemayor?

Six months, five days.

Not that I'm counting on...

Sir, Fleur said

that Bertrand sent that photo of the
angel to two people.

publisher who was back in London last
night and won Ludo track.

I'll talk to Ludo while you speak to
Venetia Butts. On it, sir.

Oh, and 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 policy.

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?

That's awful.

I don't understand.

What was he doing in the woods?

Sending you a photo of the treasure,
apparently.

I haven't looked at my phone.

It's been on charge.

That's actually it.

That's the treasure.

It's beautiful.

I knew it would be.

Did you say it was here, in the woods?

I always said it was.

Why would he send a photo to you?

I guess he went out there to prove he
wasn't a liar. So you believed he was?

I doubt you put his picture to the
ground for any other reason. Look, I'm

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, Luda?

Everything.

It'd be a life changer.

Oh, that is terrible.

Poor Bertrand.

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

book.

Ludo Trask.

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

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.

The new page?

His publishers are going to print a new
edition of Seeker with new clues.

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

It wasn't found on his person.

What did it look like?

I barely got a glance.

I assume this page would provide a new
clue to the whereabouts of the treasure.

Too right.

I already pre -ordered the new version.

I wanted to be the first person to solve
it.

That's gone.

Where is the treasure now?

What time did Bertram leave here, Ludo?

Probably around six.

Wow.

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

You were 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 meant to think that.

Schoolboy error. You thought the one
rose in the middle of the Field of

Is the rose for Rose Street.

Epic mistake.

Well, where did you think it was?

Here. In Miles Meyer.

I've just never figured out precisely
where.

Looking to Ludo, he could have been in
the woods last night. There's a pair of

muddy boots in his garage.

Do 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 Butts 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 I ruled out Maud's mire.

I could have been rich.

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

Anything on Bertram's prison record yet?
I should get the info through any

second. Ah, we have time for a coffee
then.

Maybe a piece of cake.

No, I really must winter.

Here we go, sir.

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 a state
in...

So Burton 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.

That is a delicious cake. You should
have got one for yourself.

Is that all you have on him?

He was cautioned as a teenager

for illegally trying to influence the
stock market.

Let's go round at the pub, find out if
anyone was seen following Bird from

he left.

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

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 thought.

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 know.

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. 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

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.

He didn't see anyone waiting for him
outside, maybe?

No. Sorry.

Big Seeker fan?

Oh, not a... 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 semi -final.

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.

Sir.

The pub landlord just told me that he
banned Othello Carr from his quiz after

Bertram outed him for cheating.

Didn't Eli Trask tell us he last saw
Bertram outside Mr. Carr's shop?

It gets even better. Thocco 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 is quite a punishment.

Joel is a cretin.

Any proof Bertram had was I clearly knew
too much.

I must have looked at the quiz questions
beforehand.

See, Bertram entered the quiz this year,
and in the quarterfinal, I beat him

hands down.

He was absolutely humiliated.

Couldn't stand it.

So he made up a lie that everyone
believed it, which, judging by his past

is de rigueur for him, which means he's
always been at it.

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

Well, everyone knows now that Bertram
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

his book if you had all the clues, old
and new?

Wouldn't waste one brain cell on it.

Now, would that be all?

Because now that you're here, 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 bit

crossword -free, 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

out on page 23, then... Exactly how long
did you spend on this book? Did you

have a life?

All I'm saying, sir, is that I don't
believe that it can be in Maud's mind.

So what's this a photo of?

Ah, yeah, that is a rather large spanner
in my thinking.

That, and knowing that Bertram probably
came to the village to bury the angel

not long before his book was published.

Yeah.

Yeah, she probably sticks noughts and
crosses.

Or you could chase up that reporter,
preferably before that book takes over

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.

Thank you very much.

The score is 11 points.

Thank you, 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
answer.

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.

Strasman's Bristlefront is a type of
what?

Winter?

I'm sorry, could you repeat the
question?

I'm at Sarah's quiz.

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.

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 take up the
treasure.

You, of all people, accusing me. Have it
a bit of a wrench. No, Avery dear,

you're the only sinner here.

Now, as I said, I am busy.

The police think that Bertram used one
of Eli's face to dig up the treasure.

Then is there anything that leech
wouldn't take from us? Oh, never mind

I lied to the police, Danny.

What? Why? Oh, I panicked.

I was praying in the church.

Oh, everything's going wrong for us, and
I asked for help.

What's so wrong with that?

My prayers were answered.

Bertram ended up dead.

that I wanted that.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

The two we spoke to were more interested
in seeing Jake.

Love, those two policemen are back.

Mr. Trask, do you have a moment?

Would you like a pot of tea?

We'll give it a myth, thanks.

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

Oh.

Good. Good.

We'd like to know how you found out
about Bertram's path.

And more importantly, why you chose to
tell a reporter.

She promised she'd keep it confidential.

That was before Bertram was murdered.

Tony, what have you done?

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

Wadsmire. 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.

Now, Mr. Trask, did you check your
locker?

Sorry, I forgot.

I can take it there now if you want.

Presumably you've read my email.

Hi. Yeah, I was, um, 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 two, but that's me
being really generous.

Two? If you're trying to diddle me...
No, no, I want the piece, Venetia. Let's

be honest.

It's decent, but it'd be reasonable.

Get it.

There are plenty of other dealers I can
go to. OK, OK, OK, OK.

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

I want more, much more, 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.

The speed's not here.

Mr. Trask?

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

Did anyone else have Keith in the
lockup?

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 locker.

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 say 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 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

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've 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 travelling
up and down the country.

Hiring so -called experts.

Those clairvoyants.

Easy. It's okay, honey.

We'll work it out.

Surely there's a way around this.

I heard the church thousands.

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.

ranted about taking everything away from
me.

Well, 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.

You can forget Bertram while you're at
it.

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

I know.

It's a chill, OK?

I'm done with it.

I promise you.

Venetia!

And that's it.

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 ten years
ago?

Maybe they were more interested in their
pre -sales.

Money talks, sir.

Doesn't it always, Winter?

Winter?

Ah, okay.

They will 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 Benicia Butts.

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 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 busy yesterday
evening. With another of your colouring

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, 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, is there a fella?

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
arguing with... It could have been with

the fella.

Yes. I'm so sorry. This is obviously a
very difficult time.

Honey, why don't you have some rest?

Or you might like it for posterity.

And the new one's just arrived.

If this is your idea of humour, Joel,
stick the serving pints.

All right, all right. Just hear me out.

Bertram played me for a fool.

Yeah, he's a liar through and through.
And I can't bear that I didn't see it.

Well, I did tell you at the time.

I want you back in the quiz.

Is that it?

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

There'll be a chance for you to cut 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 Benita Butt sent an email to
Othello Khan asking for a price on the

angel. When was this?

The day after Bertram Jewel 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

Then he changes his name and finds a
publisher.

He's 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
conman with a prison record. So, to save

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

He heads into the woods to try and prove
that the treasure's real.

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

Hmm.

Sir?

Get Socko to send over a full inventory
of everything they found in Bertram's

bedroom. Oh, will do.

And then Venetia Butts 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

another reason.

That was worth buying a ticket for.

You two can go on, Fleur.

Desperate detectives.

The musical.

I take it you have something for us,
Fleur?

The spade you found matches the head
wound on Bertram Dool.

This box was made some ten 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 angels bury your
old.

Only a year?

Then it can't be the treasure.

Someone had avocado for breakfast.

If you need more proof...

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 can't, sir.

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

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

I didn't want Danny 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 ,000 is 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, I could, uh...

Ah,

still stumbling around, looking for
answers?

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

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

dead. That is a giant leap, young man.

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

That dreadful thing, its 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.

Yes. It's from Bertram's bank account.

I can help you get rid of some of this
sickest 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 away with me.

The NL Trust prepares.

Let's get you out of this carriage.
You're not listening.

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

I think the treasure's still out there.

It's not over 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 said.

Surely you must have thought that
Venetia killed Bertram to get the angel.

Obviously, I did think about alerting
you, but then I'd have been dragged into

this whole sorry mess.

My reputation's taken 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, because I didn't ask any

questions. Then you believed him,
knowing that he was a proven liar.

Well, the proof is in the bon bouche.

Joel all but begged me to come back, to
which I generously agreed.

But then Venetia Butt threatened that
all over again.

You think?

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 we offered Venetia, it
wasn't nearly enough.

Was it, Mr. Carr? She was expecting a
crazy figure.

Something life -changing, he said.

Where were you yesterday evening?

I was at a private viewing in a manor
house in the next village.

I was in need of a refurb. They invited
some local dealers to know us around and

see if they wanted to buy anything.

Let's hope someone remembers you being
there.

It was 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.

P, or police business?

Actually, bank statements, Mr 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 Butts.

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 Butts.

It's really not what you think it is. I
haven't heard that one before. I mean

it. It really isn't. I was doing it for
Sebastian to get the funds to 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

that? It was Anisha'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

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 high... 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?

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. Butt.

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 of God?

He fell in love with me.

To the point of...

Telling me who he really was and that
he'd been in prison for some con or

whatever. But he never realized what you
were up to?

He was missing, 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.

See if they remember another name
cropping up.

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

Maybe she's the reason Bertram came to
Maud's Mire. And now someone's sought

revenge on them.

Perhaps, Winter.

But who?

Thought it did.

Danny, you need to talk to Ludo.

Oh, but 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? He 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.

What's 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 Trach?

Yeah, I think so. I think he's, uh...
Sorry, um... Sorry, it's Danny.

Call him back later.

Ludo? 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.

Hmm.

Well, if he is out searching for the
treasure, then he definitely knows that

angel is a con.

He's probably got the new page and he's
trying to work out where to look next.

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

Would you, Winter?

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

It's just like Bertram's book. It
presents the truth, but everything is

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 work for yourself.

Did I tell you I was interviewed by a
journalist?

She's writing a piece on the history of
the quiz, how prodigious it is, etc.

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?

I 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 Berkham case?

Well, while you're waiting, you can
contact the reporter who was at

book launch. I want to talk to her.

If this ends in a quiz being
cancelled...

What

on earth are you doing?

You said you were done with Bertram's
book. I think I've figured out the final

clue. How dare you?

Scarlett. After what he did.

What are you talking about? I told you
to forget about him, you know.

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
Jewel's murder?

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

What do you want to know?

Well, what's got me curious is you
started off writing an article about a

quiz, but somehow it connects to
Bertram's murder.

It came about when I interviewed Joel
Myhill. It was just a puff piece to

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.

Scarlett Myhill would have heard the
name Robert Grimes at the book signing.

I'd say that's a strong possibility.

Thank you, Billy.

Wait, will I get first dibs on the
story?

Mr. Myhill, you reinstated Othello Khan
to your quiz. Why was that?

I realised 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,

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, Gila.

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?

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 Eleanor.

And she was this brilliant, brilliant
person.

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

No way on earth.

She was.

And that's what made it so precious.

And he took that from me.

And from Scarlet.

Tell me about Venetia Butts.

What about her?

Did he tell you that she was also
involved in this gas alarm con?

Venetia was involved as well?

Are you serious?

Did he tell you, Mr. Myhill? No. No, he
didn't tell me. And if you think that

means that I killed her, and Bertram, I
wouldn't do that.

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'll
still need to know where you were. I'm

every night with my regulars.

You can ask them if you don't believe
me. You might be Mr. Myhill, but I

your daughter isn't.

In fact, where is Scarlet right now?

As I don't know.

It's okay.

Don't be alarmed or scared.

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

No harm can befall anyone here.

I saw the light, see?

And I know you will too.

First impressions are he was held down
and drowned in his bucket.

Then dragged here and staged as this.

I thought it was trouble.

Judging from the pungent odor of
alcohol, playing dunk the drunk with him

have been over in seconds.

Do we know when he was killed?

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

I'm very sorry, Mrs Butts, 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 at 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.

Look, the killer's dial's changed.

Changed in what way?

Reverend Butts wasn't positioned as a
page from Bertrand's book.

He was clearly posed, though.

Absolutely, but it's something new
altogether.

If it's things, that means they're doing
you good.

Miss Myhill, we had Hope 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'd 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.

The car's got a bright future ahead of
it. She's not going to jeopardise 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. Dad. I didn't
say anything. I didn't do anything. I

just stood there useless.

Dad. Helena would be so ashamed.

Dad!

Is that the new page?

Ava!

What am I going to do, Danny?

I've lost everything.

I didn't put that, though. You may not
have, Mr. Myhill, but you seemed rather

keen to stop your father.

You saw him. He was getting really
upset.

Sebastian Butt 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

didn't put it there.

It is the first I've seen of it. I've
never once opened that stupid book.

Where were you really last night, Miss
Myhill? Where I said, in the woods.

No. The villagers said that they spotted
Ludo Trapp outside the church last

night. I can back that up.

Because that's where we had our row.

You'd be so proud of me.

You really would.

I assume you recognise this, Ludo?

Nap.

Sort of.

Was it you that Reverend Butts heard
arguing with Venetia?

All the way from the church? How could
he? We're talking about just before she

was killed.

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 answers in the letters in
the stained glass. It spells out, see

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

The treasure's not even in Maud's mire.

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, and
it's not ideal, but it's better than

nothing. As long as there's no trace of
him. Or Bert crimes, for that matter.

Excuse me.

He referred to himself as Bert.

Sometimes.

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

To... Another silly riddle of it.

And only one other person knows that.

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

Is the job done?

Burt.

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.

Burt's dead.

I always call him that. No, but you
don't, Mr. Trask. I haven't heard you

since. Possibly because you knew you'd
slipped up.

Sir,

a tech have just told me that Reverend
Butts called Eli the day he died, just

before he started ringing the bell.

Sorry, um, it's Danny. I'll call him
back.

When he didn't get through on the phone,
he decided to get your attention

another way.

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

all came back to him. It mentioned
another person of interest in Bertram's

Gascon. And the name of this person?

Eli Trask.

When Bertram wandered into Danica's
cafe, he'd really come looking for you.

What did he want, Eli?

Just to say hello.

Oh, I think it was more than that.

I think it was the first time you'd set
eyes on him since he went to prison.

I didn't know 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?

helped Bert build the gas alarms.

We were going to expand, we were going
to make loads of them.

But then when I heard about the
explosion and that Bert had confessed, I

realised he'd given me the opportunity
to run.

So I did.

I left Causton, moved to Mottmeyer, met
Danny.

He was still pregnant.

And we started a new life here.

Until he found you again.

It wasn't too bad at first.

It's just the odd visit.

But then Joel Myhill bought the pub
seven years ago.

I mean, 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 and 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 talked 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?

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

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

the one thing i knew you couldn't resist
either othello is trying to call 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 better
come up with something very good very

quickly what about the page the new one
what if i gave you that

Sebastian heard me and Vinita arguing,
swore to me that he only needed enough

money to sort the church out.

Even though you'd killed his mother?

So they had to save himself and Ava, and
that I could fund that. Not much, just

enough. I was talking to a drunk.

And you couldn't trust him?

I was getting Ludo back.

That's all that mattered.

If I could give my son a 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. You know,

twists and turns them into horrible
versions of themselves.

I'd found the page in my lock -up.

It was the only other place Bertram went
between leaving the pub and going to

the woods.

Mr Trask?

I thought, what would Bert do?

And so I slipped the page into the book.

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

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

would first have to know that they had a
motive for killing Bertram. And the

only people who possibly know that would
be Bertram himself and his accomplice

from 24 years ago.

I never did have Bertram's brains.

I beg to differ, Mr Trask. I'd say you
offered up a puzzle the equal of

any in his book.

Economic boxer.

So Bertram only posed with it in that
publicity shot to make it look like he

going to bury the treasure in it. Indeed
he did.

He never meant to trick, did he? A waste
of a great mind, if you ask me.

Did I tell you I lost a girlfriend of
Bertram's?

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.

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

world? Lake Baikal.

People with electrophobia are afraid of?

A chicken.

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

Ah, what a fabulous final round.

Now, just a reminder, we have Othello on
22 points and Sarah has just scored...

22 points.

Ladies and gentlemen, looks like we have
a tiebreaker. That means the next

person to answer the question correctly
will win.

Sarah, are you ready? Yeah, I am.

Othello? I was born ready.

Right. Here comes the final question.

Mods Meyer is an anagram of what?

It's obvious, isn't it?

Perhaps I should enter next year.

I'm going to have to hire you.

I've got it, Midsomer. Correct!

We have a winner!

Thank you, Francis.

Well done, well done.