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Mm, yes!
Oh, it's you. Cheeky sod! Who else would it 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.
Mrs Turner's downstairs taking coffee with Mrs Wilmot.
They're just rushed off their feet!
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. First into the office, last out!
He had enthusiasm.
And they used to get on so well.
The mood has changed. You're reading too much into it.
He definitely hasn't said anything to you?
My husband never confides in me about financial matters.
No! No, for God's sake!
Oh!
No, don't!
(SCREAMS)
I'm sorry about this, Joyce.
Save a bit for me to do, won't you?
Perfect timing. As usual.
These things are beyond my control. You know that.
You missed a bit.
You will be able to manage the dinner-dance at Fallowfields
on Friday night? Nothing is certain, Joyce.
But I see no problem.
What have we got? Good question, sir.
The victim is Nicholas Turner. A local solicitor.
Took a stroll off his roof.
The gardener, Steve Hope,
says he heard someone calling out for help just before it happened.
He says he thinks it sounded like the victim. That's him.
Morning, George. Tom.
Bit of a bad landing, this one.
Initial impression as to cause of death:
catastrophic head and spinal injuries.
Quite a snappy dresser.
OK, thank you.
That's the downstairs neighbour. She saw the body hit the deck.
She was having coffee with the wife - Felicity Turner.
Where's she? Where's the wife?
Upstairs. The cleaning lady's looking after her.
This is Steve Hope.
Steve, this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
Steve.
Are you OK?
I understand you heard some shouts
just before it happened. Is that right?
I was working on this side of the house.
Couldn't see anything, but yeah.
Upstairs... Tell me exactly. What did you hear?
Shouting. I'm pretty sure it was Nick.
"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.
I called the police.
Tried to comfort her.
Who else was here?
Antonia. That's Mrs Wilmot.
She was by the window.
Pretty shaken up. Other than that, my partner, Sarah.
We're sort of a team. She does the cleaning. I do the gardening.
There was no-one else? No callers?
Got a few scuff marks here, sir.
Could have been a struggle.
Question is, what would anyone be doing up here in the first place?
Is there someone you can stay with, Mrs Turner?
You could always stay at our cottage if you... You know.
That's very kind.
Thank you.
It's not suicide! It's definitely not!
He wouldn't do that.
He just wouldn't do that!
I've tried to get her to change out of that dress, but she's in a daze.
Um... And you are the cleaner for?
I do the Wilmots, downstairs. The two floors.
And the Turners up here.
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?
He's been behaving a bit odd lately.
Depressed. Not getting up till late.
I have seen him on the roof, staring off into the distance.
So it wasn't that odd.
Did he seem stressed the last time you saw him?
Not really.
OK. Thank you.
Get back to Mrs Turner.
Why did you ask if he was stressed, sir?
If Mr Turner wanted to make it not appear like a suicide,
he may have tried to appear upbeat in his general demeanour.
Anyway, we need to check his life cover.
And get his bank details.
The Shires Bank. Causton branch.
I saw the chequebook in the apartment, sir.
Mrs Wilmot, this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
Come in.
And you were actually talking to Felicity Turner when it happened?
Yes.
What were you talking about?
Well, Nick.
And my husband, Jack.
Yes?
She was a bit worried that er...
That they might have fallen out. She probably told you.
No. Fallen out? What about?
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? 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.
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 have to tell you, Mr Perkins, that one of your customers
died today in suspicious circumstances. Nicholas Turner.
A 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.
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.
A 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, 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 HOWLS
BANGING
CLOCK CHIMES
CHURCH BELL RINGS
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 um...
insensitive at this time.
Oh... Thank you, Margaret.
We've heard there's a rumour going round
that Mr Turner may have been dipping into your clients' accounts.
Could there be any truth in that? Absolutely not!
We'd like you to look into those accounts to make certain.
Are 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? Told him 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?
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.
The next question's the last in this round.
What is the longest river in India?
Indus. ALL: Ohhh!
Make that Russia.
Blame him! We'll recommence in ten minutes.
Hello, Tom. Viv.
You want to keep your friend under control. He'll get lynched.
That would be justifiable homicide!
Viv, have you seen Jack Wilmot this evening?
I doubt he'll be in. His neighbour died. Is that why you're here?
You don't know where he is? Ask one of the Chateau Lafites.
The what? The name of his quiz team.
I think I know that one. You know the face and the glasses.
Local celebrity and former TV quiz show host, Mike Spicer.
Bloody hell, he was awful! The fellow with him is Otto Benham.
The one who was peddling the rumours about Nick Turner?
Yes?
I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby. And this is DS Scott.
We were wondering if either of you could tell us where Jack Wilmot is.
I know he's let us down. A whole bloody round of football questions.
He's our sports expert. Or at least, he's supposed to be.
Probably staying at home.
Some misguided attempt at respect for the dead.
He neighbour managed to fall off his roof and kill himself today.
We're keeping an open mind
as to whether or not Mr Turner fell off the roof all on his own.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Are you treating Jack as a suspect, Inspector?
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! (LAUGHS)
It's not growing on me. Is it you?
Thank you for your time, gentlemen.
Spot the charm school graduates!
Perkins from the bank's here.
I think he's worth another word.
The barmaid might be worth talking to as well, sir.
She looks like one of life's observers.
She might have seen something. OK, see what you can get.
Mr Perkins, we meet again, sir. Please.
Thank you.
Do you think Otto
had anything to do with what happened at Sandford House today?
This is George. Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.
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.
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're starting the next round in a few minutes, so get your drinks in.
I'd like to have a chat with you, if that's all right.
Background on Nick. Where can we reach you?
I live at the Lodge, at the entrance to Sandford House.
We'll be in touch. Thank you. Excuse.
It's not a good time to talk to Zara, sir.
I'll have to pick my moment.
Zara?
What?
HOWLING WIND
THUDDING IN THE WIND
THUD
Jack's just not the sort of person who goes off.
All I'm saying is it's weird.
Very weird.
Especially in light of all the...
I know you, don't I? You're on the telly.
Well, just um... some trivial little game show.
Mike Spicer's Ga-aaame Of Your Life?
Oh, that was awful.
Just through the gates.
You can pull up by the chariot.
I'll give you a ring tomorrow.
Mr Spicer will pay you.
LIFT CLATTERS
LIFT OPENS
Any news?
Otto?
About Nick Turner?
Apparently, Jack's disappeared. Have you heard anything?
Just get some sleep, dear. You NEED your sleep.
Antonia! What is it? Is something wrong?
I baked you a loaf.
It's a bit early, isn't it?
What time is it? Is Jack not back?
No.
There were some letters for Felicity in the box.
I wondered if you wouldn't mind...
She's staying at the Hopes'.
It's a bit awkward for me, going up there.
Of course.
There's no word from Wilmot's wife, sir. No messages.
We have to assume Jack Wilmot's still missing.
Which makes him our chief suspect.
Maybe Felicity Turner had a boyfriend.
Two birds with one stone job. Get rid of the husband
and land the insurance money. That's possible.
Unless, of course, Jack Wilmot is dead as well.
Any sign of your husband? No.
We were coming to see you.
Have you got a recent photograph of Jack?
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 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, he used to own Sandford House.
He still owns the freehold. No-one sees him. The agents handle it all.
What was this meeting with Peter about?
(SIGHS)
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...
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.
I asked if anyone had been hurt,
and he said, with a 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...
I don't know. Spiky and withdrawn.
And your relationship with Mr Turner,
that was...purely professional?
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? Jack Wilmot, for example.
Jack's a flirt with everyone. We've all put up with it.
OK, perhaps he was a bit more persistent with Felicity,
but that's only because she was too polite to tell him to get lost.
What is it they say? Boys and their toys?
Apparently, they're all very accurate reproductions.
Otto has his own private museum.
He can spend whole days in there sometimes.
Which seems to suit us both quite well.
Not across the lawn!
How many times do I have to tell you?!
I wouldn't mind if she could 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.
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.
Yes. Why do you ask? You know she was in love with him?
With Nick Turner. And 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
and not being able to show her true feelings.
Why do you say that? Oh, everyone could see it!
Apart, of course, from the idiot Turner himself. He had no idea.
Why she fell for him...
She used to have a high-powered job in the City, you know.
Couldn't cut the mustard. Had a nervous breakdown.
That's probably why she was so attracted to Nick Turner.
The human equivalent of a comfort blanket!
Huh!
A rather wet one, at that!
(LAUGHS)
I think you'll find her on the bench at the end there.
Thanks, Sarah.
GIGGLING
(LAUGHS) I know!
I'll call you.
Felicity!
Hi.
I thought I'd bring up the post. 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?
TV: The Princess of Wales descends the staircase,
looking absolutely radiant.
She pauses, speaks to one of the ladies who work here at the theatre.
She meets Raymond Voss, the manager.
He introduces her to the assembled celebrities.
There, the Princess shares a joke with one of the cast, Mike Spicer.
The entertainer shakes hands with Her Royal Highness.
She's never in too much of a hurry for a word of encouragement
or to offer advice. Mike Spicer, there.
PHONE RINGS
Mike Spicer!
I've had Barnaby round here, asking if I know Peter Blagdon.
How the hell does he know about that?
I don't think he does. He's just fishing.
So when he mentions Peter Blagdon to you, don't react.
You've never met him.
Understood? Oh, my God!
No, just be calm. It will be fine.
He's probably on his way over to you now. Stay calm.
Yeah. Yep.
Jack and me with Felicity and Nick.
That was a lovely day.
Mm.
Have you got a larger one of Jack? Alone?
That's a good likeness.
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...
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...
He suddenly stopped looking.
It was odd.
Do you think he found it?
I had a nightmare, last night, that he was locked in.
He was trying to communicate with me somehow.
Trying to get me to find the entrance.
And now I keep hearing these noises.
Who would have locked him in?
I'm just being silly. There's no-one.
We'll be in touch if we hear anything.
And you'll contact us if he calls you, yes?
Mm. 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. They handle everything for Anthony.
Morgan & Associates.
OK, thank you.
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.
The older brother's contact details?
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.
TV NEWS
Please.
I'm afraid I was here...
..alone at the time. So there's no-one to corroborate it.
Hm. So, no Mrs Spicer?
Ha!
Several.
And all of them are far better off than me.
Everything I earn these days hardly touches the sides
before it wings its way into their 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.
TAPS PHONE
My last wife ran off with the plumber.
REPLACES HANDSET 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?
You're thinking of Anthony. This is Peter Blagdon.
Am I? Oh, right. Yes.
Er... Peter.
Nope.
Nah.
Don't ring any bells.
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!
No-one knows where he is. But I've been on to a contact at a tabloid.
He dug around in the archives and came up with this.
That's ten years out of date, but that is Peter Blagdon.
Are you sure? Yeah.
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 RINGS
Causton police.
Mr Martin. Mr Barnaby, might I have a word?
You asked me to check through the accounts.
Ah.
And? There is some money missing
from the clients' accounts.
How much?
ã150,000.
Ah. Antonia.
Just the person we're looking for. What are you doing?
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. 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!
LAUGHTER
Some say the story's rubbish. Some say it's genuine.
And 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.
Charlie Rice. He swore it was true.
And he never spun a line! Who's Charlie Rice?
Dead now. He was an old boy. Eighties. Vivid imagination.
No-one else has claimed to have been there.
OK. Thank you.
Scott. Sir?
Any luck with Zara?
She's a bit nervous talking here, sir.
I thought I'd ask her out for a Chinese. Get the setting right.
Somebody's nicked the white line machine!
Mr Barnaby. Hello, Steve.
I've just come from the pavilion.
I went to mark the pitch, but the line machine's gone!
Could have borrowed it if they'd asked.
You must report it, Steve.
Yeah, well... Maybe it'll turn up.
Steve, we've just been talking about that rumour
of a cellar under Sandford House. Do you think there's any truth in that?
It's not impossible. It's not likely.
Ah.
Do you think I could have a word?
It's just...
You know I told you, when I was working on the bench,
how I didn't have a view of the roof at the time?
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...
I normally decide for myself where I'm going to work.
No-one tells me, normally.
TAPPING AT WINDOW
TAPPING
♪ ARIA
Oh!
What is it you want? Money? Is that what you want?
Oh, my God!
Not my mouth! No!
I have asthma!
LIFT OPENS
Oh, no! Please!
(GASPS) What's going on?
Who are you?
(GRUNTS)
(GROANS)
Is this some kind of joke?
CLINKING GLASS
What is this?
What are you doing?
I order you to stop! Do you hear me?
Right! That is it!
My God!
It's a '78 Margeaux!
You bloody maniac!
(LAUGHS)
Bernie! Is that you?
CLINKING GLASS
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?!
CLINKING GLASS
Can I suggest about five degrees to the left?
No!
The postman that found the body removed some of the glass,
looking for vital signs. There were none.
Do you think someone was making a point?
Several.
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? No. No, thank you.
This is DS Scott.
May we express our sincere condolences for your loss.
Thank you very much.
We understand 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.
I think I do.
Otto! Otto!
Oh, God, it's Mike Spicer. You couldn't deal with him, could you?
I don't think I could face him just now.
I'm sorry, sir. He's my friend!
Mr Spicer.
Thank you, Paul.
Mr Spicer.
Mocking him in death.
This is a revenge killing. Yes, indeed.
We are wondering what it's in revenge for.
How the hell should I know?
What are you suggesting?
Can you tell us where you were last night at 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?
Mm-hm.
Chateau Latour 1961.
I take it that was a good year. 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 think that's expensive.
What sort of scam?
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 of them putting you by the window like that,
so you could witness what was happening?
Yes, I think there probably was.
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, 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 squelps of agony. But...
..not a great deal.
I want you to take the wine and the labels
to the auctioneer's in Causton. See what their experts make of them.
KNOCK AT DOOR
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?
Spoiled for choice in the 'enemies of Otto' department!
Bernie...
I'm sorry to ask.
At a time like this, it must seem really selfish,
when you've just lost your husband and everything, but...I'm desperate.
What is it, my dear?
What happened to Otto, it's...
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 collection of faked wine labels in the safe.
If that isn't a dodgy deal, I don't know what is! 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?
Otto Benham?
When did it happen? About midnight, last night.
I have to ask you this.
Were you both here last night?
Yes.
Mrs Turner, did your husband ever mention an old wine cellar under Sandford House?
He... He may have done.
I think it was more Jack who went on about that. Um...
It was just an odd story.
And you? Do you know anything about it?
Not really. Local rumour. I've never paid much attention.
A case of the Petrus '61 went for $90,000, apparently.
Six bottles of Mouton Rothschild for $70,000.
But they both had a very good...provenance. That's like a pedigree, sir.
Still, the auctioneer reckons that a full bottle of clear, good quality wine like this,
even without the provenance,would cost at least a grand a bottle.
We're talking big money if all of these were genuine.
But...
The auctioneer says these aren't even very good fakes.
Any expert could spot them.
And the really interesting thing is that this bottle, a 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.
It was brought in by two men. They were very impressed when they found out its value.
One of them had a flamboyant handkerchief in his breast pocket.
And they had 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 contact details.
Descriptions? Both six foot and thirtyish.
PHONE RINGS Nick Turner and Jack Wilmot?
PHONE RINGS DCI Barnaby.
DS Scott. Slow down! Start again, please.
Did she say what it was about?
We'll be right... We'll be right -
Over.
There.
You first.
Jane Hampton is here. Wants to talk.
We'll see her on the way. That was Antonia.
She reckons she's found the entrance to the cellar.
Hello, there.
I'm afraid we're just on our way out. I'm sorry. It won't take a moment.
I don't know if I should be saying this. It feels a bit awkward.
I went 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.
I heard her, laughing and happy, on her mobile to someone.
When she finished her call and saw me, she was the sad, grieving widow again.
It just seemed...
That's all it was. It was probably nothing but I thought...
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.
Here.Someone's cleared a path through here.
This is what I saw.
I thought I'd better call you. I wasn't sure what I might find.
Quite a lot of footprints. They look recent.
Here.
What about this?
Wine cases. They've been standing there for several years.
Or it's been made to look that way.
That's handy.
PHONE RINGS
BEEP
"This is DCI Barnaby. Please leave a message after the tone."
It's me. I know you haven't forgotten the Fallowfields do.
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.
Right.
Jack's dead.
I'm sorry?
If he's not down here, he's dead.
I know it. I just know it. Why do you say that?
He didn't kill Nick. He wouldn't kill anyone.
And he wouldn't just disappear!
Someone killed Nick. And Otto. And they've killed Jack, as well.
Who? Who'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? The damp's softened the wood a bit.
It's still going to take a while.
Are you supposed to be somewhere, sir?
Yes.
I'm supposed to be taking Zara out for a Chinese.
Could have picked a better time to be locked in a secret cellar.
Are we going to get out of here before the air runs out?
Before we all die of thirst?
Of course.
I wouldn't be so sure.
It's going a bit slower than I thought, sir.
We'll get out. Don't you worry.
You asked me why I decided to look in the outbuildings for the cellar.
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.
You thought they'd been down here?
Not immediately.
When Bernie told me about the fake wine labels,
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.
Nick Turner. Was he involved?
I think so.
Joyce? Thank you. Lovely.
I feel bad about Zara, sir.
Standing her up like that, poor thing.
She'll be gutted. Yeah, I can imagine.
A shy girl like that. Low self-esteem.
Must have made her day, being asked out by you.
Oh, you know, sir. Spread it around a bit.
But seriously, Mrs Barnaby, she'll be getting anxious by now.
Thank you.
God, I'm parched!
Locked in a wine cellar and there's nothing to drink!
Here.
Have you got any idea what the con was, sir?
I can make an educated guess.
Unfortunately, it doesn't help much in explaining the murders.
But you think Nick Turner, with ã150,000 of his clients' money,
you think he was the mark? Yeah, it looks like that.
Antonia mentioned that Jack had suddenly stopped looking for the entrance a couple of months ago.
I think he found it.
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 I found in Otto's safe.
He's the one. He's the one orchestrating all of this.
How he first came up with the idea, who knows?
Maybe...
when he heard about the cellar from Jack,
the conman in him thought, "There's something I might use."
How?
This is just a hypothesis.
We know they got someone to impersonate Peter Blagdon,
because the man that Jane saw wasn't the real thing.
My guess is that they installed the fake wine in the empty cellar.
Probably plonk from the supermarket with the real labels soaked off.
And the faked ones put on.
Dusted down with... I don't know. 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 an 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.
He's back from Martinique or something for a funeral.
I asked if he knows 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.
After his grandfather had been to 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. Understood?
Yes, of course. Because, strictly speaking, the contents of the cellar belong to Anthony.
He doesn't know it exists? Not a clue.
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.
I need to take one of these to get some idea of value.
Next step, the genuine expert at the auctioneer's,whom we know they visited.
Have you got a pen?
We need to take down the names... A little calculation,
and it looks like the collection's worth hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Then they move on to the next phase.
Good! I've just been speaking to Mike Spicer.
He's got a dealer contact that can take the whole lot, no questions asked.
We're talking...a million plus.
Mike Spicer wants in, of course. He can raise 50k, no problem.
I can manage 50 as well. Just.
Peter Blagdon's no fool.
He's not going to ask for peanuts.
If you don't want to get involved,
I'll understand. I don't really know what I'm doing. It's not my normal thing. It's just...
You know? It feels like a 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.
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.
I imagine they just reeled him in.
They got 150 grand. But what about the wine?
We know 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?
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.
Come on!
Relax! Jack's not going to lose us.
What the hell's that?
Looks like oil on the
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 had to pretend they were gutted they'd lost that money.
Chalk it up to a bad experience. Something like that.
And all the time, they're up ã150,000.
Minus expenses. Otto also had the pleasure
of knowing that Nick had taken the money from his clients' accounts.
Spread rumours about embezzlement so it was discovered. Nick would be struck off.
Why kill Nick? Why kill him?
They've already taken 150 grand off him. Why chuck him off a roof?
I told you, it doesn't explain the murders.
It's half-past two. Joyce will be having kittens.
You can see how someone desperate like Nick Turner could fall for it.
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.
She didn't know I was there.
And I heard her laughing and happy on her mobile to someone.
The same clothing.
There's going to 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
♪ Don't worry ♪
More there. That's it. Go on.
What time is it?
It's eight o'clock.
In the morning? In the morning.
CORK POPS
It's going to take forever.
Try again. LOCK RATTLES
Hello?
Is there somebody there?
Oh, Mr Barnaby, I'm so sorry!
I saw your car outside Thank you! Look after Antonia.
We'll explain later! Thank you.
Can you give Joyce a ring, please?
Just want her to know that everything's all right.
Mrs Barnaby, this is Dan Scott.
Oh, Daniel! How lovely to hear from you.
Yeah. Mr Barnaby asked me to let you know everything was OK.
We were unavoidably detained last night. But now we're...
Yeah.
I'll tell him.
What? What is it?
Mrs Barnaby asked if you could get a carton of plain yoghurt
on your way home, sir. You're having curry tonight.
Yes, thank you. Thank you, Scott.
Bullard. Mr Bullard, this is Dan Scott.
Mr Barnaby wants to know what make of suit
Nick Turner was wearing when he died.
What make of suit? Shoes, as well, please.
To establish where he might have bought them. No problem. I'll call you. Thank you.
He's on the case, sir.
Mr Spicer!
Hello!
Not what you'd call a spur of the moment thing, is it, sir?
George. The suit label is Callum & Co.
The only people I know locally who would stock them are Brighton Bros.
I rang them, and yes, they remember the sale.
Nick Turner is a valued customer. And there was something unusual.
He bought two of everything and paid in cash, yeah?
Exactly right. George, got another body for you.
Yes, I heard. I'm on my way.
Thank you. What's going on, sir?
Hang on, Scott.
Hello?
Sarah, this is DCI Barnaby. Is Felicity with you?
You just missed her. Did she say where she was going?
No. But she's not going to Sandford House. I offered her a lift.
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?
I've got to go. Thank you. I'll be in touch.
Alibi? Yeah. She made certain of it.
Which suggests to me that she knew what was going to happen.
Felicity Turner? She's just left Steve and Sarah's.
I think she's going to see him.
Him? You think she's got a boyfriend?
Not a boyfriend, Scott. Not a boyfriend.
Did you notice anything about that photo Antonia showed us
of them all in the garden? Nick and Felicity, Antonia and Jack.
Nick and Jack, pretty much the same build, same hair.
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.
You said it, Scott. We're all suckers at heart.
Dress up something convincingly, in the right context.
Antonia, his own wife, she was standing a few feet away.
Didn't recognise the body of her own husband.
It helped a little that the body landed head-first.
No!
No, for God's sake!
My guess is, Nick Turner made sure it did.
So he discovered he'd been conned and it was all payback.
Mm. Nick and Felicity together.
Somehow, they lured him to the attic on the morning of the murder.
I'm going to enjoy this!
They 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, gagging him in some way that wouldn't leave any marks.
Later, he'd have knocked out Jack again.
Wouldn't be easy to see the smaller injuries under the massive ones
from the fall. Took off the gag.
Manhandle him over the edge and...
Let him drop.
Felicity made sure she got to the body first,
so she could cradle the head in a way that meant no-one else could see it properly.
Just in case.
Simple but effective. You can't be charged with murder if you're dead.
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! A little claret!
Are you getting the raspberries, Mike?
Oh, and er...
It might be worth your trying to answer this next one correctly.
For another minute or two of your worthless conman existence.
What makes you think you have the right to destroy other people's lives, Mike?
I'm going to have to hurry you.
You can go to hell!
You'll be getting there ahead of me.
Get a couple of men round the back, quietly. Keep the rest out front.
They wouldn't have done a runner? No.
Felicity's got to collect the life insurance.
FELICITY: (LAUGHS) The gurgling!
I was just so amazed by how much he managed to drink!
It must have been a bottle and a half!
I just wish we'd videoed Otto.
I'd really like to see that one again.
We can't risk seeing each other until the money comes through.
It could be months. Excuse me.
You won't see each other for much longer than that.
Officers are outside if you're thinking of running.
Wrists together.
Imagine the station not noticing we were missing, sir.
Still, it's one thing for your colleagues not to realise,
but for your own wife not to realise you hadn't spent the night with her,
that must hurt a bit.
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, 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.
Zara - I'm sorry about last night.
The car broke down. I was there for hours.
I did try my mobile.
But I couldn't get a signal. It was just...
That's OK. No worries. It's fine.
I've got a friend that might like to go out with you.
Really?
Thanks, anyway.
She'll take a long time to recover, Scott.
No question.
Well...
I must be off.
Don't forget the yoghurt, sir.
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