MÖRDERISCHES QUIZ - TOM & SCOTT ERMITTELN ! #krimihörspiel #retro

A peaceful country in the south of England. On average, many murders. Two investigators with heads. Welcome to the channel for real horror games and retro friends. Good entertainment and thanks for your like. Two wonderful holidays lie behind Joyce and Tom. They were in southern France and let their souls wander. Now back in Corston, the serious everyday life begins. The day is just eight hours old and a body is already found. What do we have? Good question, sir. The name of the victim is Nicholas Turner, lawyer here in town. Walked off the roof. The gardener, Steve Hope, heard someone calling for help before it happened. He says it sounded like the victim. There he sits. Good morning, Judge. Tom. He built a pretty bad landing. First impression of the cause of death. Catastrophic spinal cord injuries. That doesn't look good. Well dressed, after all. Okay, thank you, thank you. That's the neighbor downstairs. She actually saw how he got up downstairs. She was drinking coffee with the woman at the time. Her name is Felicity Turner. Where is she at the moment? She's upstairs. The cleaning lady is taking care of her. This is Steve Hope. Steve, this is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby. Steve, are you okay? Is that right? You heard screaming shortly before it happened. Is that true? I impregnated a bench on the other side of the house. I couldn't see anything, but yes. Tell me exactly what you heard. Someone screamed. I'm sure it was Nick. Something like, for God's sake, something like that. And then this scream came. I went around the house right away and Felicity was there with Nick's body. I called the police. Tried to calm her down. Who was still there at the time? Antonia. That's Mrs. Wilmot. She was there by the window, shaking her head. And my life partner, Sarah. We're a team. She doesn't get the apartment. I get the gardens. And there was no one else here? No visitors? There are a few scratches here, sir. Maybe from a fight. The question is, why is anyone coming up here at all? Can you stay with someone today, Mrs. Turner? She looks at him with watery, light blue eyes. You can come to us if you want. Very kind of you. Thank you. That wasn't a suicide. Not at all. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't do something like that. Thank you. I tried to convince her to move. But she's all over the place, that poor thing. And you're cleaning here for... For the Wilmots down here. Two floors. And for the Turners up here. When did you last see Mr. Turner? That was just before it happened. Just minutes, literally. I wiped the dust down there. And then he came out of the apartment and went up the stairs. Wasn't it strange that he went up the stairs to the roof? He was strange the last few weeks anyway. Depressed. And he always got up late. And once or twice he stood up on the roof and stared into the distance. So it wasn't that strange. Did he look stressed when you last saw him? Not particularly. Okay, thank you. Mrs. Turner is waiting for you. Thank you. Why are you asking if he was stressed, sir? If Mr. Turner didn't want to make it look like a suicide, he may have made an effort to look cheerful in his appearance. In any case, we have to check his life insurance. And ask him which bank he was with. The Shires Bank, Kostner branch. The checkbook was open in the apartment, sir. Good day, Mrs. Willmott. This is Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby. Come in. And you actually talked to Felicity Turner here while this happened? Yes. What did you talk about? Well, Nick. And about my husband, Jack. Yes? And she was worried that you... would have gotten sick because of something. She must have mentioned that. Sold? How far? My husband is an investment banker. And I have an idea that he may have given Nick some financial tips that didn't work out. And Felicity was worried about that, you mean. Were there financial problems? That was my impression. Hmm. Well, we'll have to talk to your husband, too. He's at work at the moment, of course. I could call him. Not necessary. When does he usually come back? He's early in the office and comes back early. Because of the traffic. He should be back around 7.30. Now Mr. Perkins is wanted. The man is said to be a difficult character. I'm afraid I have to inform you, Mr. Perkins, that this morning one of your customers was found dead under suspicious circumstances. His name is Nicholas Turner. A lawyer here on the spot. Oh dear, oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Well, oh dear, that's all I can say. In fact, we knew each other personally. You see, occasionally he was a member of a pub quiz team that I sometimes play for. May I ask, what were the circumstances of his death? Death? Yes, you may. It was a fatal fall. And if you now consider these circumstances as suspicious, is the possibility that he wanted to kill himself completely off the table? You mean suicide? At this stage, we are open to anything. We have to ask what financial situation he was in. Well, in many ways, as a customer, he was exactly what you always wanted. In many ways. But this conversation is confidential. Of course. Unfortunately, he had in-laws who, towards the end of their lives, were attacked in many ways in terms of health. Well, of course, it was regrettable for the in-laws, but, um, Niklas did everything he could to ensure that they received the best care they could get. And you know how costly such a thing can be. A very generous man. It's just that with the in-laws, it got out of hand. Mr. Turner was in debt? The house is burdened to the limit of possible mortgages. The account is not just huge, but to the limit. Oh, dear. Did he inherit anything? No, unfortunately not. It turned out that the only property that was left to the parents was their house in Corston. But I'm afraid that was also burdened several times. Did Nick Turner have enemies? Do you know an Otto Benham? Local historian? An expert on Roman Britain? Yes, yes, I know him. He's also a lawyer, isn't he? That's him. I had heard that Otto had, let's say publicly, expressed his professional ethos about Niklas. Some of Otto's clients had switched to Niklas. Among them, some very wealthy clients. Our poor Tom suspects that another Sisyphus work is ahead of him. So he drives home to Joyce and drinks a nice cup of Earl Grey tea with her. Then he goes on to the interrogation. Mr. Martin is a 50-year-old man with half baldness and a beer belly. Mr. Martin, we have a number of questions that may seem a little insensitive to you. Oh, sure. Thank you, Margaret. As we hear, a rumor has made the rounds that Mr. Turner may have taken advantage of your client's wealth. Could that be true? Absolutely not. We would like to ask you to apologize, just to be absolutely sure. If you wish. Jack hasn't come back yet, unfortunately. But he should be here any minute now. Did you talk to him and explain that we need to talk to him? No, if you ask me, no. He wasn't in the office today. Was he out on business? They don't know where he is. That's... But he'll be back. He'll be back, I know that. The fact that England is filled with strange customs and strange people is well-known. This quiz is part of a special feature in the small town of Whistle. The next question is the last in this round. And we'll take a short break to refill your empty glasses. Question ten. What is the name of the longest river in India? Indus. Let's say in Russia. Thank you for that. Good, we'll continue in ten minutes. Hello, Tom. Viv. Keep your friend under control. He might get lynched. I'd make mild circumstances apparent. Viv, have you seen Jack Wilmichel here today? I'd be surprised if he came. His neighbor died today. Do you know where he is? Ask the Chateau Lafitte. Who? His quiz crew. I know them. Of course. You know the face, you know the glasses. This is Mike Spicer, local celebrity and former TV quiz show host. And the man next to him is Otto Bannon. He spread the rumors about Nick Turner. Yes. Yes? I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby and this is D.S. Scott. And we hope you can tell us where Jack Wilmich is. He left us in the lurch today. And soon there will be a round of stupid football questions. He's an expert. Or at least he thinks he is. I'm sure he won't come. Because he has a kind of misunderstood respect for the dead. His neighbor must have somehow managed to fall off the roof. We are in doubt at the moment whether it is true that Mr. Turner fell off the roof without help. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're not going to look at Jack as a suspect, Inspector? His wife doesn't know where he is. He hasn't come home yet. Is he in the car? No. Apparently he likes to walk to the train station in the morning. To another question. We are told that someone is spreading rumors about Mr. Turner. He is enriching himself with the wealth of his clients and the like. I had nothing to do with it. Did you hear about it? Of course. Trust your money never to a man who pays late bills. Especially not when he's still drinking light beer. I don't think he's very convincing. What do you think? This is D.C.I. Barnaby. He was with me this morning. He's sitting at the Lafitte's. Thank you for your time and for the conversation. The charm from the porn is tormenting him. Perkins from the bank is here. Is it worth talking to him again? I had the impression that the bar girl could know something, sir. She seems like someone who observes well. Maybe she knows something. Yes, try your luck. Mr. Perkins, that's how you meet again, sir. Please. Thank you. Do you think Otto had anything to do with what happened this morning at the Hedford's? This is George, D.C.I. Barnaby. Yes. Why do you ask? Otto Benham hasn't become what he is because he always sticks to the rules. We had a moment of silence earlier because of Nick. And they just kept on drinking their wine. Both of them. Arrogant, I don't know what. They all take part in the quiz for fun. No one here is as drunk as them. For them, the quiz is bloody serious, I can tell you that. What does it mean that they usually win? Otto can't stand to lose at anything. Quiz night or something else. Thank you, Jane. Your team mate seems a bit depressed. Jane knew Nick Turner quite well. She worked for him. And how well did they know each other? Quite well. Thank you. D.C.I. Barnaby, Jane Hampton. Pleased to meet you. Is that right? You and Nick Turner knew each other quite well? Yes, that's right. The next round starts in two minutes. So if you still have to get something to drink, you should do it now. I would like to talk to you about Nick, if you agree. I would like to get an impression of him. Where are you located? I live in the lodge at the entrance to Sanford House. All right, we'll get in touch. Thank you. Excuse me. This is not a good moment to talk to Sarah. I have to prepare a little. Sarah? What? A little later. I know you, don't I? You were on TV once. You're right about that, aren't you? That was a little trivial game show. Mike Spicers, that's the game of your life. Oh, that was horrible. Just drive through the gate. You can stop at the carousel. Otto? Because of Nick Turner? Obviously Jack has disappeared. Did you hear anything about it? Try to sleep, honey. You know you need sleep. The look that the woman throws at her husband. He is not loving. Antonia, what is it? Is something wrong? I baked you some bread. A little early, isn't it? What time is it? Jack is not back? No, no. Oh, there were a few things for Felicity in the mailbox. I thought if it doesn't matter to you. She lives with the Hobes right now. It's a little unfortunate for me to go there. But of course. Come on, come in. Come in, I'll make us some tea first. No word from Wilmots Franca. No news. So we have to assume that Jack is still missing. And that makes him our main suspect. Maybe Felicity Turner had a boyfriend. And it was two birds with one stone, right? Get rid of the husband and get the insurance. Yes, that is possible. Unless, of course, Jack Wilmots is also dead. Anything new from your husband? No. We were just on our way to you. Do you have a picture of Jack that we could use? I was just on my way back. Do you want to come with me? Mr. Barnaby, could you spare a few minutes of your time for me? I'll go back and look for something. Something happened recently that made me think. And Nick asked me not to mention it to anyone. But I think under the circumstances it might be relevant. A certain Peter Blackden had contacted him. And they met. I know the name from somewhere. You must be thinking of Anthony Blackden, his brother. Yes, he was part of St. Forthouse. The property still belongs to him, but he hardly ever shows up here. He had a property manager. And what was it about the meeting with Peter Blackden? I don't know. They didn't meet in the office. But I saw him. A small, inconspicuous man. And I had the clear feeling that... something doubtful was going to happen. And then, maybe two weeks later, Nick came back to the office in the afternoon and looked horrified. He said there had been an accident. And I asked if anyone had been hurt. And he said with such a mad expression in his eyes, You can say that out loud. I've never seen him like that before. What did he mean? He didn't want to say anything. He changed the subject right away. But around this time, he started to get depressed. And he became... I don't know, kind of stubborn and reluctant. And your personal relationship with Mr. Turner, it was purely professional, wasn't it? We were friends. I don't know what you're talking about, but it's never been more than that. What about Felicity, his wife? Did he have anything with anyone here? With whom? Jack Wilmot, for example. Jack flirts with everyone. We all had to get used to it. Okay, maybe he was a little stubborn with Felicity, but only because she... because she was too polite to tell him where to cut himself. What's it called again? Men and their toys. Allegedly, these are all very precise replicas. Otto has his own private museum. He spends whole days there when it's packed. Which, by the way, doesn't offend either of us. Not again over the grass! How many thousand times do I have to tell you that? I would be right if you were able to walk here on your own feet, without high heels. But I have to play croquet on this fallen field later. You're welcome. Have you found Jack? No, no, I'm not afraid. But a name has come up, and I know that your knowledge of the local family is very extensive. Do you know a Peter Blackton? Peter... I know Anthony. Peter is an important brother, isn't he? Does he live abroad somewhere? You don't know him personally. No. I also have to ask the question, where were you yesterday at noon? Ah, I was in my office. As my employees will testify. Ask them if you want. Does the charming Jane Hampton have a good Charlie B? You talked to each other yesterday. Why do you ask? Because she was in love with him. In Nick Turner. And how quickly can love turn into hate. That's why she left Turner and Martin. It was too much for her to have him around, not to be able to let go of her true feelings. How do you know that? Oh, it really wasn't to be overlooked. Apart from the idiot Turner, who had no idea at all. What did she think of him? She used to have a top job on the stock market, you know. She was overwhelmed. She had a nervous breakdown. That was possibly the reason for her inclination to Nick Turner. He was the human equivalent of a slug. But he's the one who hits the jackpot. Jack and I with Felicity and Nick. It was a nice day. Do you have a bigger picture of Jack? Best alone. This is quite similar. Yes. Oh, yes. Can we have that? She hesitates for a moment and holds the picture firmly. Is something wrong? No, no, it's nothing at all. You're going to think I'm crazy. Try it. I feel like I'm hearing noises, as if... I'm afraid I have to go further to explain this. After we moved here, Jack heard stories in the pub about an old wine cellar that was supposedly under the house. And he was almost obsessed with the idea. He kept trying to find the entrance. At any rate, he suddenly stopped looking for it. Strange. Did he find it? I had a dream that he was locked in there. And that he tried to contact me. As if he wanted to lead me to the entrance. And since then I keep hearing these noises, these... Who should have locked him in? I'm just making a fool of myself. There is no one. Thank you. As soon as we hear something, of course, we'll get in touch. And you call us when he calls you. I have one more question. Do you know a Peter Blackton? Anthony Blackton's brother? Yes. I've heard from him, but... Ask the property manager. They rule a lot for Anthony. Morgan Associates. Thank you. Many suspects. Many questions. Here you are. Thank you. I'm afraid I was at home. Unfortunately alone. So I'm here for a witness who could confirm it. Isn't there a Mrs. Spicer? Oh, God. A handful. And they all eat my hair off my head. Everything I earn today wanders without further contact with me on their respective accounts. Honestly, the women. Where would we men be without them? So at the moment unmarried. Hmm. Oh, I think I learned this lesson, Inspector. No. My last wife actually burned through with the Klemtner. Can you believe that? And I was cursed to be nominated for the TV award. Or almost. Do you know a Peter Blackton? Hmm. Blackton. This property owner? No, you're thinking of Anthony. This is about Peter Blackton. I understand. All right. Yes. Peter... I don't think so. No. That doesn't ring a bell. What do you have there? Peter Blackton is stupidly hard to find, sir. He got together with his brother Anthony after he was caught in flagranti with the wife of his brother at his wedding. So nobody knows where he is. But I still have my contacts at the boulevard press. And someone found the photo in the archive. The picture is ten years old, but this is Peter Blackton. On the right. Are you sure? Yes. I mean, we have more photos, but this is the best one. You understand my confusion, don't you? You described the man you saw to me as inconspicuous and small. That's not the Peter Blackton who was here with Nick Turner. Mr. Merton. Mr. Barnaby, maybe you have a moment? You asked me to look at the customer accounts. Oh. And? Actually, certain amounts of different accounts are missing. How many? 150,000 in total. Exactly the woman we were looking for. What did you lose here? You wanted to see him, my dear. I told you. Where's Jack? I don't know where Jack is. No, no, no. Of course it's the official version. But you can tell us. You can tell us, Antonia. I wouldn't tell you if I could. Never. I know you're behind this. I know it. And now get out of here. Some people say the story is nothing but nonsense. Some people believe it's true. What about you? Do you think there's a secret cellar hidden under Mr. Ford's house? I'm in there. I don't know. I don't care if it's the Stimpfraktion. I know someone who was down there. Really? Charlie Rice. He swore to me it was true. And he never told lies. Who is Charlie Rice? Long dead. An old boy, around 80. A vivid imagination. But no one else says he was in the cellar. Okay. Thank you. Scott? Sir? Were you lucky with Sarah? I'm afraid it makes her nervous to talk here, so I thought I'd invite her to the Chinese, where it's more relaxed. And then we'll see how it develops. Which idiot steals a line marker? Mr. Barnaby? Hello, Steve. I was at the pavilion, re-marking the football field, and the line marker is gone. Who steals something like that? You could have borrowed it. You have to show that, Steve. Well, maybe he'll show up again. Hey, Steve, we're just talking about the story. You already know about the secret cellar that's supposed to be under St. Ford's house. Do you think there's something to the rumors? It's not impossible, but not likely either. Can I talk to you for a minute? Sure. The thing is... I told you I was painting at the bank, but I couldn't see the roof from there when it happened. I don't know if that has anything to say, but it was Felicity, Mrs. Turner, who told me I should paint the bank the next morning. Do you want to tell us something specific? No, no. No, I'm just thinking. I usually decide for myself what I'm working on. Normally, no one tells me. The next morning, a body is found, stonewashed with wine bottles. Is that something like a message? More like several. At least we can give Steve his line marker back. Someone has put a lot of effort into this. Ah, Mr. Barnaby, come in. A coffee, perhaps? No, no, thank you. This is dear Scott. May we offer you our deepest condolences? I thank you very much. Ah, brown sauce. For the first time in 30 years, I get to eat it again. We were told you were intentionally positioned at a window in the upper floor. That's true. I saw everything. It was absolutely horrible. Horrible. Can you describe the perpetrator? Well, yes, he was all in black. A black ski mask. Pretty big, I think. Furthermore, it was really an imagination. Mrs. Benham, we have to ask you this. Who will inherit your husband's legacy? Me, of course. At least I think so. Oh, God, it's Mike Spicer. Mr. Spicer, would you be so kind as to take him away from me? He would be a little too much for me right now. Excuse me. I'm sorry, sir, that's not possible. He's my friend! Mr. Spicer! Thank you, Paul. Sir. Mr. Spicer. Spotted in the dead. That was a murder of vengeance. Indeed. We're just wondering what vengeance was taken for. How am I supposed to know that, you bastard? What do you want from me? Can you tell us where you were last night around midnight? Of course at home in bed. Why? What did you expect? Just as I thought. I knew my husband wouldn't leave his wife unattended. Did you get rid of him? Yes, we'll talk to him later. Is this all from the safe? Mm-hmm. Chateau Latour, 1961. A good year, I suppose. Why would you fake a miserable man? These are obviously fakes. No doubt. Another one of Otto's fakes. Cheap wine. Expensive label. Done. The fake. Phew. There are more wine labels. Latour, 1959. Petrus, 1961. Margaux and something like Haute Brionne. I don't understand wine, but I think they're expensive. What kind of fake is that? It's pointless to ask. I stayed away from his business. But you can bet on it. There's something great about it. Mrs. Benham, that you were brought to the witness stand by the murderer on purpose does that mean anything to you? Yes, I... I think you have to, don't you? I always knew what kind of lawyer Otto was. But I had time. I decided I would ignore it. Comfort and status were always important to me. Irreplaceable. I couldn't imagine a life without him. I suspect, no matter who the murderer was, he thought if I watched my husband die, it would be a punishment for me. But you see, I had already received my punishment. And no, no, I don't mean this bad accident. I mean being with him. Being a part of his dying life. That was a punishment enough for me. And I have to admit, I felt a little pity when he found himself in the last twitches of his torment of death, but... it wasn't much. Someone says the wife is dead. You bring the bottle of wine and the stickers to an auctioneer. Ask what the experts know about it. Oh, I'm so sorry, Bernie. This must be terrible for you. A mixed feeling, to be honest. How are you? Anything new from Jack? No. Not a word. Let's have some tea first. Or maybe something stronger? Do they know who it was? I think there's a lot of choice in the enemies of Otto's department. Bernie, I'm sorry to ask, but right now, it must seem very selfish that you just lost your husband, but... I'm desperate. What is it, my child? What happened to Otto makes me think. You see, I've had this feeling for a while that maybe Jack and Otto were involved in something. I don't know. I'm sorry to put it this way, in something like shady business. Oh, please. If Jack and Otto were involved, then it must have been shady business. We just found a bunch of fake wine labels in the safe. If that's not dubious, then I don't know. So, my child, I'd love to offer you some champagne, if there was any left, but I'm afraid it's out on the lawn. Oh no, there's one bottle left. A drop of crystal water, my dear. And again, the question is asked. Unfortunately, I have to ask the question. Were you both here last night? Yes. Sure, yes. Mrs. Towner, could it be that your husband once mentioned an old wine cellar and the Senforth House? He did, possibly. It was rather Jack who talked about it, but it was just an old story, wasn't it? And do you know anything about it? Not really. That's village gossip. I'm not very interested in that anyway. Meanwhile, a lot has been found out about the wine and the labels. A box of this Petrus 61 apparently cost 90,000 dollars and six bottles of this Mouton Rothschild 70,000 dollars, but both had a very good provenance. That's like a tree. Anyway, the auctioneer said that a full bottle of a good quality wine like this one, even without provenance, would cost at least a fortune. So it would cost a lot of money if these labels were real. But here's where it gets interesting. The auctioneer said that these are not even good fabrications. Any expert would immediately recognize that. And what's really interesting is that this bottle, the real 61 Chateau Latour, was brought to his attention a month ago. Exactly this bottle? Yes. He said he recognized the stain on the label. So the wine was brought to the attention of two gentlemen who both wanted to know the value and were very impressed when they found out. One of the two, he still knew, had a detailed receipt in his chest pocket. Yes. What they also had was a list of other top wines for which they wanted to know the prices. And exactly the same wines as on the forged labels. He wanted to get in touch with you with more information, but you didn't want to leave your name or phone number. I can imagine. Description? Both around 1.80, mid-thirties. Nick Turner and Jack Wilmott, I thought, sir. DCI Barneby? DS Scott? Oh, slower, please. Again from the beginning. Did she say why it was necessary? All right, calm down. Yes, we'll come to you right away. You first. Jane Hampton, sir. She's at the reception. She wants to talk to us. We'll do that on the way. That was Antonia. She thinks she found the entrance to the cellar. Hello, good day. I'm afraid we're in the middle of something. It really only takes a moment. I don't know if I should say this. I feel stupid. I visited Felicity at Sarah and Steve's to give her the mail. She was in the garden and didn't notice me. I heard her laughing and joking with someone on her cell phone. Then she was done with the call and saw me and was the sad, hunched widow. And it seemed to me... I don't know what it was. It was probably nothing. I just thought I should... Oh, no, no. You're absolutely right to tell us. It's back there. The door on the right. A lot of footprints. They look fresh. And here. What's this? Wine boxes. They probably stood there for years. Or, alternatively, someone wanted to get this impression. Great. And now they're sitting like the mouse in the trap. At least they don't run out of wine. Since Tom doesn't show up at home, Joyce calls him on the cell phone. This is DCI Barnaby. Please leave a message after the tone. It's me. Of course you didn't forget the event this evening. The taxi will pick us up at half past seven. Just so you can think about it. So then... He left the key in the castle. Can you get a network? No. But there's not enough room under the door to get in. Even if we could push him out. Our only chance, Scott, is to work our way through the door frame. I understand. Jack is dead. What do you mean? If he wasn't here in the cellar, he would never kill anyone. And he wouldn't just disappear. Someone killed Nick. And Otto. And he also murdered Jack. Who was supposed to murder him? I don't know. I'm just saying. You... You thought the cellar was under the house, didn't you? Why did you suddenly start looking for the entrance to the side building? Is something wrong? The moisture has softened the wood a bit, sir. It will still take a while. Do you have an appointment, sir? Yes. Oh yes. And Joyce is boiling with anger. Not the best time to be locked up in a secret cellar. Can we get out of here? Before the air is out? Before we're all thirsty? Of course we can get out. I wouldn't bet on it. It will take more time than I thought, sir. We'll get out. Just don't panic. Why did I look for the entrance to the cellar in the side building, you wanted to know? Because I saw Otto and Mike Spicer coming out of the building. When was that? That was last night. I went shopping and had just parked the car. And what did you think, that they were down here in the cellar? Not immediately, of course. But then Bernie told me about the fake wine bottle labels, and I saw the connection. They pulled off a nasty trick, didn't they? Looks like it. Did your husband help? I could see that he was worried. But we never talked about business. I knew he was unhappy. And Nick Turner, was he involved, too? I think so. I'm sorry for Sarah, sir. That I have to leave it like this. It's a heavy blow. Yes, I can imagine. For a girl with so little self-confidence. It was certainly an experience to be invited by you. You know, sir, you do what you have. But seriously, sir, Mrs. Barnaby will certainly be worried, sir. Thank you. A few hours have passed. The air is getting thinner. And the thirst is rising. I'm exhausted. Locked up in a wine cellar, and there's nothing to drink. Here. Do you have any idea how they pulled this off? I can imagine it roughly. But unfortunately, it only helps to explain the murders very limitedly. But you think Nick Turner, with his 150 giant losses of money, he was the victim? Yes, it looks like it. Antonia mentioned that a few weeks ago, Jack gave up looking for the entrance to the cellar. The wine bottle from Benham's safe and the fake wine labels. Otto was the man who staged the fraud. Who knows how he came up with the idea? I imagine, as soon as he knew that Jack had found the cellar, the trickster in him instinctively thought, you can do something about it. How? That's just a hypothesis, okay? We know that you had someone who played Peter Blackton for you, because the man who saw the scene was by no means the real one. Strictly speaking, this is a real, old, forgotten wine cellar. And with a little bit of truth, you sell the biggest lies. Now it was just a matter of finding the right story. Finding the man who gave Peter Blackton to you, and selling the story to Nick. And what about the wine? I mean, experts would never have fallen for the labels. The experts didn't have to believe it. Just Nick. And then the wine was destroyed. Destroyed? Yes, the accident Nick told Jane in the office. You see, the wine was a fraud. And after Nick took the money, he was supposed to believe that the wine was no longer there. They couldn't say that the wine was stolen. No, it was easier to arrange a little accident in which the whole wine was destroyed. And you earned 150,000. In no time at all. And Otto also had the pleasure of knowing that Nick had embezzled the money from his clients. Spread a few rumors about it, make sure that it is discovered. That would get Nick's approval. Why kill him on top of that? They made it easy for him for 150 grand. Why throw him off the roof? Yes, as I said. It doesn't explain the murder. Oh God, half past three. Joyce will have seizures. Come on. With a Swiss pocket knife each, the two try to scratch the fish out of the door. An elaborate, sweating, and fingernail-breaking task. That could take forever. Keep trying. Hello? Is anyone there? Oh, Mr. Barnaby, I'm so sorry. Your car was still outside. Take care of Antonia. I have to go. I'll explain later. Could you please call Joyce, Scott? Just so she knows everything is okay. Hello, Daniel. It's nice of you to just call. Yes, Mr. Barnaby asked me to tell you that everything is okay. We were stopped last night, but now we are... Yes, yes. Okay, I'll tell her. What? What's going on? Mrs. Barnaby wants you to bring her a simple yogurt on the way home, sir. There's curry this evening. Yes, thank you. Thank you, Scott. In Mr. Bullard's stylish cottage. Bullard? Hello, Mr. Bullard? This is Dan Scott. Mr. Barnaby wants you to find out which suit Nick Turner wore when he fell off the roof. Suit? Yes, the shoes too, please. We want to know where he bought them. No problem. I'll call back. Thank you. He's hanging in there, sir. Hello? Sarah, this is DCI Barnaby. Is Felicity with you? You just missed her. Did she say where she wanted to go? No, unfortunately not. She didn't want to go to her cottage. I could have taken her with me. But before she left, she was with you. She was here all morning. She even asked me to stay here. Ah, Libby. Yes, please? I have to hang up. Thank you. We'll keep in touch. Ah, Libby? Yes, she took care of that. Which suggests, I think, that she knew what happened here. You're talking about Felicity Turner? Yes, she just left Sarah Hope. She's probably meeting him. Him? You think she has a boyfriend? No boyfriend, Scott. I don't think so. This group photo we saw at Antonia's. All four in the garden. Nick and Felicity. Antonia and Jack. Nick and Jack are similar in body shape. The hairdresser too. And Felicity identified the corpse that fell from the roof as her husband. But it wasn't him. It was Jack Willmott. Nick Turner is actually still alive, Scott. And he is our culprit. An uncomfortable dark room and a chained man. Listen. That wasn't my idea. I swear. That's the wrong answer, Mike. An impertinent little clarinet. Do you like the light note of Indian Mike? You're being honest. Oh, and, uh, it might be worth the effort to answer the next question correctly. Nice. It's about another minute of your worthless trick-deceiver existence. How did you get the right to destroy the existence of other people, Mike? The chair in a giant glass of red wine sinks again. Unfortunately, I have to push a little. Screw you! I think you could have done that a little earlier than I did. Shh! Barnaby and colleagues sneak in. I'm just surprised that he still managed to drink so much. That was definitely a bottle and a half. It's a shame we didn't pick up Otto. I'd like to see that again. Mm-hmm. But we can't see each other for a while until the money is paid. That can take months. Excuse me. I think you won't see each other for much longer. All doors will be guarded if you decide to run away. Wrists together, please. You didn't notice that we were gone when you left, did you? Well, if the colleagues don't notice, that's fine. But if your own wife doesn't notice, sir, that must hurt. I'm sure it will hurt you when Sarah is done with you. As peaceful as you think, this girl is probably not. Oh, yes, she's a shy little mouse, sir. You'll see. Anyway, I think being locked up by a murderer in the cellar overnight is a better excuse than a car breakdown and no network on your mobile phone. Sarah! Before you say anything, I'm really sorry about yesterday, but I had a breakdown with the car and was stuck. What? I couldn't get any network on my cell phone. It was all... It's okay. Don't worry. It's all right. I have a girlfriend who would go out with you. Really? Thank you. Anyway. Oh, God, it's going to take a long time before she's over it. No question. Sure. I have to go. Don't forget the yoghurt, sir. I'm sorry.