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Thank you.

New day, new dawn.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

I hope so.

Hello? Is everything alright?

Hello?

Is everything okay?

Is everything all right, sir?

No, I've had better starts to my day.

And I'm only on 66 steps.

You have a 10 ,000 target, right? Woo!

I'll put a head on your chest.

Hey, Jamie, can't stop picking up Bessie from her sleepover.

Don't forget, we're at the climbing wall party later.

We're on a health kick.

Please feel free to join in.

I'm good, thanks.

Right.

Let's get started.

We could drive into the village, you know. We're electric.

I'm thinking of your steps, sir. Those kind of footprints are allowed.

I think it seems Danny Carlton, 28 -year -old dairy farmer, is out jogging. Body

found by Lana Markham two hours ago.

Oh.

It's a chilly competition.

Nothing I like more than a bit of spicy food, you.

I'm more of a sushi man myself.

Before you ask, it's a weather vane, pointing very much through the heart.

force injury.

Single thrust, anterior chest.

Body's still warm, no rigour.

I'd say time of death within the last three hours.

Oh, and, uh... There's something else.

What, your typical jogging accessory?

I've heard of people running with weights for a pair of slippers.

DCI Barnaby, DS Winter.

I gather you found the body. What were you doing out here so early?

I'm a meteorologist and climate campaigner. I have equipment all over

valley. Did you know Mr Tarleton well?

Fair to say we weren't close.

Danny was a petrolhead who hated the village's green conversion.

One of the few that resisted it locked horns with Brian constantly.

Brian? Pavergill.

Him and his wife, Dixie, fully embraced the green initiative.

Helped me to convince everyone, most people, that Goodman's land was

When exactly did the village go green?

Three years ago. I believe the village can be used to illustrate how climate

change can be reversed.

And is the environmental debate still an issue?

Look, I like Brian, but he tends to be a bit domineering.

Imposes fines and penalties if people break the rules.

Tensions are running high, especially with the impending sale of the village.

We're being bought by a Texan.

Brewster Harlin III.

How do you mean, being bought?

The entire village and the land it's on.

At least dating back centuries has run out.

Deposits already paid.

Fair to assume some people aren't happy about that.

You included.

They're called the Dark Ages for a reason.

You own us an oilman. Couldn't be less green if you tried.

Weathervane. Recognise it?

Er... Looks like the one from Birch Barn.

There's a student living there at the moment.

Why kill someone with a weather vane? The victim clearly wasn't a fan of all

things eco.

Or maybe it's got something to do with the climate issue.

Oh, somebody hoping will think that.

Check out Lana Markham and pay a visit to the student in the barn.

I'll talk to the victim's father.

Oh, come on, Al.

Don't be like that, mate.

Once more unto the breach!

Aldo's grumpy as ever.

Well, it's not our fault his butch has gone under.

We know he'd like to see a business closed down, but he's had three years to

and make it work, and he's had the chance to change like everyone else.

I don't think my recent sanctions have helped his mood, though. He broke the

rules. Again.

You did what you had to do. You banned him from the pub quiz and you rationed

his toilet roll.

He'll get over it. Oh, I don't know. I also threatened to block his deliveries.

But he's not the only one. I mean, the Cottinghams are still using their hot

and refusing to pay the fines. And the Deans left their lights on last night.

They know the rules.

The curfew is seven o 'clock.

Lights off for everyone, including us.

Oh, Dixie, darling, go easy.

It's not life or death, you know.

It blooming well is.

In this village, status is everything.

Oh, there's my gorgeous girl.

Huh? Sorry, what?

Your mother was just saying how lovely you looked.

They're all ethically approved salon and thingamabobs, I take it?

Of course.

Good.

Right, I'm off to the barn in a sec. Are you OK to give me a hand with the

chilli competition?

And what do these nails say to you?

Don't get triggered.

You know I have to look my absolute best for my socials.

I've got a campaign to run.

Oh, God.

Mum, not this again.

You might be happy jumping into bed with the American, but I'm not. Well, he has

to stay somewhere.

And if he's going to buy the village, we need to keep on his good side.

See the whites of his eyes. Yeah, well, I am going to give Rooster a roasting

and a have -a -go welcome to remember.

Which will be going live.

Oh, do you have to do that, darling? We don't want to upset him. That's exactly

what I want to do. I'm an influencer.

So I'm going to use my platform to raise awareness of me.

And of course, what this village is actually achieving here.

Go back to your chili sauce, whatever it is you're doing.

He didn't have a bad bone in his body like that.

Loved life.

Kept fit.

Out early doors, come rain or shine.

Same route.

So his route would have been familiar to others.

Did you see Danny this morning? How was he?

He was a bit hungover, but fine.

Looking forward to the arrival of the new guy in town.

Ah, yes, Rooster Harland III.

Danny was confident that Rooster would return the village to how it was before

all this eco -madness.

You're not a fan of the village's green revolution, then?

We're dairy farming.

We're.

The village went green.

It hit us bad. We lost everything.

Not just us.

Aldo McLean recently lost his butchers.

Presumably changing your old ways was difficult and expensive.

Dairy cattle are often treated with antiseptics and fungicides.

There are alternatives, but they're pricey. We did our best.

It's never enough for the havoc.

Don't you get on?

Not anymore.

They own the pub, not like they run the village.

All the deliveries go to the pub, so you name it, they order it in for us.

They even tell us what to wipe our backsides with.

Brian's a control freak. Thinks he owns the place, literally.

This whole scheme, it's changed them.

Not for the best.

Tell me about the lease on the village.

It dates back 850 years, but will expire unless someone proves a claim on the

land. But no one can?

There's a local legend that the lease has been overruled, that one family does

have a legitimate right of ownership in perpetuity.

Based on what?

Medieval documents.

That no one's ever seen.

That maybe never existed.

Some years back, the Abigail's asked me to help prove it was them, but I could

find no evidence.

I see.

Might I take a look around your son's room?

Yeah.

Reduce, reuse, recycle mean nothing?

No.

Appearance is everything.

Clearly.

Can we go? I hate coming here.

Not flashy enough for you?

Can't you get a phone like the rest of us so I can call you at least?

Villagers' e -waste is down 40 % from last year. Yeah, whatever. I think

find that phones are pretty useful when it comes to changing the world.

And shoes.

Shoes would be good.

I like to stay grounded.

Question is, do you want to change the world?

Or are you just pretending?

Fake and single.

Not a good vibe.

Don't you judge me, barefoot boy.

I think you know me, but you don't.

Come on.

I've got content to film.

Danny's passion.

Designs for a racetrack in the greenest village in Midsomer.

A dream.

He was hoping Ruth would fund it.

Was your son in a relationship?

Definitely not.

I don't know.

I see.

And I take it you don't know who these belong to?

Take the third and winter, of course, with the ID.

Um, please, come on in.

Wow.

I wish my halls of residence looked like this.

I have funding from Tokyo University for my PhD on the fertility of ecosystems

in and around Goodman's land.

Quite a long way to come.

Tokyo to Midsomer.

Worth it, though.

I've only been here a couple of days.

But the area is fascinating.

Truly fascinating.

I can explain if you want. Maybe another time.

But what I would like is you to explain where you were first thing this morning.

Collecting soul samples.

I like to go out as soon as it's light.

He didn't take a weather vane with you by any chance, did he?

Or notice that the one on your roof is missing?

Oh, he was there last night.

You didn't see or hear anyone in the vicinity overnight?

No.

Thank you very much. Winter, found proposed racetrack plans and some

shoes were in Danny Tarleton's wardrobe.

I've given them to Forensic. Size?

Five, whereas the trainers he was jogging in were size nine or ten at

Well spotted, sir.

I'm a detective, Winter. Observation is everything.

See if we can find out who those shoes belong to. Liam Tarleton has no idea. I

want to have a word with the Havergalls.

How's your student?

Oh, intense.

I'll check him out with his uni.

Bog off, you bunch of woke -fueled snowflakes. What's wrong with a bog,

Wholesome, natural, organic.

Unlike you and your fake extensions.

You're a disgrace, you know that?

Wielding your unwelcome influence, destroying livelihoods. Get that thing

my face! Okay, okay.

Emotions are clearly running high. Do you mind telling me why?

I came up here to welcome Rooster. Yeah, well, we're here to send the Rooster

packing. Yeah, this is our land.

Why? Why? What am I missing? Why here?

He only ever travels by helicopter. He's known for it.

This is the only place he can land. Not if we could stand in the way.

Here's the truth about Harlan.

Lied about fossil fuels, lost court cases, lost his soul.

Sold it, more like.

Oh, get off your high horse, Harper.

What do you know about souls?

Says the butcher. Or should I say ex -butcher?

Butchering has been my whole life. Or it was until this lot stuck their oar in.

Do you know how much it costs to source and transport organic meat?

Snare all you like. Didn't stop you eating my meat for years, did it?

Dick. Right, I've heard enough.

We're going to need your names and details from all of you about your

whereabouts this morning.

Danny Tarleton's been killed.

Can I be of assistance, ma 'am?

My name's Rooster.

Red. Rooster Harland III.

Pleasure's all mine.

Find out everything we can about Tobit Seaton, Harper Havergill, and Aldo

McLean. You just take this down the road to the barn as quick as you can. Thanks

very much.

Mr. Havergill, DCI Barnaby, dear Winter, we need to ask you a few questions.

Of course. Oh, is it about Danny?

Harper, my daughter just called me.

Terrible news.

Awful. Howdy, y 'all. Say, is one of you gentlemen Mr. Brian Havgoff, pub

landlord? I am. Can you get this little old lady's drink? She seems to have

taken quite a turn.

Mr. the old?

You're only drinking.

Sounds like my ex -wife.

Mr. Harlan, I believe.

We heard you were arriving by helicopter.

Oh, too flash, too windy. Those days are gone.

DCI Barnaby. Sergeant Winter.

Why, oh my glory be, slap my thighs and call me Betsy. Are you two a pair of

genuine, bona fide Sherlock Holmes? Not exactly, but we are investigating a

murder.

Wonderful!

Tell me, do you wear a deerstalker?

Not as a rule.

Heck.

Can I be of assistance?

Who died?

Name's Danny Talton. Do you know him? I can't say that I do. Watson, are you

Holmes?

Perhaps we could all go inside, Mr. Habegle. Hell yeah!

I can't wait for a pint of God's earth.

We think Mr.

Tarleton's death could have something to do with your arrival, Mr. Harlan.

You're quite a divisive figure. I'm a pussycat when you get to know me. And I

can assure you I have no plans to change this village one iota.

Liar! My daughter, Harper. Nice to meet you, ma 'am. And I'm no liar.

I fell in love with this place. Why would I want to change it? How about

you're the devil incarnate when it comes to pollution and climate change?

Or how about Mr. Tarleton's plans to build a motor racing circuit?

That would count as quite a change, don't you think? Did you know anything

that? Can't say that I did. Why would we believe you, you fat cat, American

capitalist cretin?

I just love the way you guys speak.

Is that William Shakespeare or just a good old -fashioned Anglo -Saxon insult?

Are you for real?

Is he for real?

Enough, Miss Haverhill. Yee -haw!

Spoken like a true sheriff.

Mighty fine chili.

Care to try?

See what you Brits is made of.

What do you say? I say we might have to warn Dixie that she has a challenger.

Nice one, Deputy.

Well done, Winter.

May I?

Have

you

any idea how long you're planning to stay?

Cheers. Find out everything you can about our larger -than -life Texan

with the bent -off mouth.

He's playing after.

Very possibly.

Are you okay?

Of course I am. I've clearly just got a rogue chili. Either that or you need to

get your mouth insured.

Here, play.

Let's go now.

There.

Do you think this is where Danny Tarleton's getting his slippers?

Why take women's slippers out of the recycling?

Maybe he's got a thing about women's shoes, sir.

This is the master bedroom.

Oh, mighty fine room.

Also happens to be the room where my husband's ancestors used to sleep.

Oh, dang.

For real?

Yeah, this building's been in Brian's family for generations.

It dates back to the 12th century. His ancestor...

Arthur Havergill gave the village its name, Goodman's Land.

He was the good man who looked after the villagers.

I mean, the Havergills, well, they are the village.

Well, that's fascinating.

I reckon I'll sleep like the dead tonight, jet lag and all.

Ma 'am, I just love your history, even if it is all in the past now.

The past is, after all, another country.

Not here, it isn't.

Might I ask you a question?

Can you tell me where Miss Lana Markham lives?

Lana? Yeah, she lives in Rose Cottage. Across the street, just opposite.

Why?

Well, I believe that's between me and Miss Markham, ma 'am.

There's no need to call me ma 'am.

Your Highness will do nicely.

time to go through these.

Once for Aldo.

Can you take a look?

Yeah, go on then.

Markham?

Lana?

Let's see.

Can we meet Rooster Harlan?

No fingerprints on the weather vane.

Anything on the slippers?

Not so much the slippers, but the shoes, yes.

All the shoes in the victim's wardrobe were size 5.

And, judging from the Hallux Valgus impressions on the shoes... The Hallux

Bunions, dear.

I'd say they belonged to the same woman.

Interesting, although his father said that Danny wasn't in a relationship.

And the shoes weren't his size.

Maybe he was a foot fetishist.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

I never jump to anything.

Especially conclusions.

His wallet had a membership card for a foot fetish truck.

Achilles' heel.

He was a fully paid -up member.

Maybe someone disapproved.

One other thing.

Sarah asked me to remind you.

Think of it as brunch.

Oh, this is yours. I have mine.

What have you found out about our Texan?

Ah, those stuff.

Not all positive, I'm sure.

No, he certainly was the worst kind of old -school oilman. But to be honest,

not sure how he's paying for the village. He's been fined repeatedly by

regulators for failing to declare emissions data. It's costing millions of

dollars. His biggest critic was a fellow Texan called Dougie Duke.

Maybe we should contact him?

No, if only he's completely fallen off the radar.

Then there's something else.

Tech are sending through Danny Tarleton's photos and texts, but his

a long exchange with Rooster Harlan.

The discussions are well underway about the motor racing circuit.

So Mr Harlan is definitely lying about no change for the village.

What is it?

Compromising photographs of Harper Havergal and Danny Tarleton. He was

threatening to go public unless you paid him money.

What are you actually doing here?

Lana, isn't it?

Research into climate change.

You know that's what I do, right?

I don't want or need you interfering with years of work, understood?

Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way.

I don't mean to bother you at this difficult time, but, um... Do you

this man?

Yes, name is Dougie Duke. I did some local history work with him, why?

Never mind why for now.

When did you last see him?

No offense, Mr. Harlan, but now really isn't a good time.

Loss of a child goes against the natural order of life. Hopes, dreams, future.

But if I can level with you, there's something about this village I'm about

buy that's a little off right now.

And it seems to me we both need answers.

I was wondering if you could help me with this.

I can't make head nor tail of this. Medieval documents, mainly.

I'm sorry. I wasn't looking.

My fault.

You must be Ken from Tokyo.

The student, right?

Harper Havagirl, as in the Havagirls. Yeah, I'm like an influencer, so I've

heard loads about you.

Village Gothenor.

Seems we have loads in common. I love Tokyo, and I love technology, and I love

mango.

Mango?

Yeah.

And you like all things green.

As do I. So what do you say?

Mojito? Pub?

Seven o 'clock?

Sounds good, yeah.

I'll be there.

Content editor first.

I'm not really fond of social media.

They're still distractions.

Break havoc with fragile egos.

See you at seven.

Has the package arrived for me?

Sure has.

All set for tomorrow's competition, are we?

I'm really looking forward to it.

You haven't got a chance in hell of winning.

We'll see.

Are we?

Yes, we will.

Mr. Harlan?

Aldo McLean. A pleasure and a delight to meet you. Oh, bless your heart. How y

'all doing? Good. Good.

If you need anyone to help you with anything, anything at all, I'm your man.

Well, actually, there is something you could do for me in return for a fee, of

course. I need to know how truly green the village really is, or if they're

pretendant. Could you possibly help me with that?

My pleasure.

Oh, this line is...

Squeaky cleaners are allowed to make out, if you know what I mean. Well, this

ain't my first rodeo, Al, but you gather the dirt, my friend, and maybe we can

discuss it over a pint of wallet.

Oh, a pint of pint, of course.

Hey, you aren't going to turn the clock back, aren't you? Maybe more forwards

than backwards.

Just me.

So far, so good.

All going to plan.

This lot are all hat, no cattle.

That's the latest on how to have a girl brings down the slimeball oil man and

conquers the... the world.

We need to ask you a couple of questions.

Did you know Danny Tarleton intimately?

By intimately, you mean were we in a situationship, then, yes?

Sorry, what?

Less than a relationship, more than casual sex.

Standard. Or pretty vanilla, actually.

which would explain the explicit photos of you on his phone. Oh, those?

Yeah, a loser tried to do a number on me.

Threatened to expose me like I cared.

Like Danny was a fantasist.

He used people, played them, or tried to.

Trust me, didn't even register.

I didn't care about him.

Quite a thick skin you've got there.

And if he had gone public?

All for it.

Would have just brought more followers to the yard.

Easy gains, major influence on my social sphere. He calls account growth,

revenue and job offers around the world.

So presumably they were your size five shoes we found in his wardrobe.

You're joking, right?

They weren't near his place.

They were size six anyway.

Did you know anything about his plans for a motor racing circuit in the

What? No.

No, like I say, he was full of it.

He liked to blag.

I see.

And the green agenda in the village, you're fronting the fight. So where does

Lana Markham fit in?

She started everything, I suppose.

But you're not a fan.

But I am.

She's the real deal.

She's just a tough act to follow.

I've heard about the great British hospitality, but a dead rat?

Where I come from, that is not a sign of welcome.

It's not here, either.

Any idea who might have put it there?

Well, of course not.

Could have been anyone.

I mean, all the rooms are accessible from down here, and he's not popular.

No offence.

A little taken.

Lying doesn't exactly help.

Pardon me?

The motor racing circuit you denied all knowledge of. We've seen your emails

with Danny Talt, and they make for interesting reading.

Especially the bit when you ask him to keep them.

Well, that didn't work.

Danny was in here last night mouthing off about it.

We thought he was having us on until he started waving plans around.

Did you know that?

No, sirree, Bob.

It wasn't me who silenced him, if that's your angle.

I agreed to nothing.

So what?

I looked at his big plans.

He wasn't the only one. Hell, my laptop blew up with emails.

I made a decision to be nice to everybody.

Keeping them sweet whilst you get your feet firmly under the table. I simply

asked for discretion.

What did Mr. Tarleton say specifically about the motor racing circus?

That he was going to dig up the field where Tobit lived.

Finishing line straight through his shack.

Tobit lost it. He was spitting nails, he wasn't.

We'll need a word with him.

Can I help you?

Ah.

Miss Kilcannon, maybe you can.

Someone put a rat in Mr Harlin's bedroom.

Wouldn't be you by any chance, would it? No, it wasn't me. I get squeamish

around rats.

But, um, you're a taxidermist.

Have you been doing the taxidermy long?

Ever since the village went eco.

Before that, I ran the local garage, but that had to go.

Well, that must have been inconvenient.

Not really.

Who am I to stand in the way of progress?

Besides, I've always been a fan of recycling.

They're roadkill, mainly.

Ah.

Have you sold many?

Yes, plenty.

Well, sort of.

No.

Three ravens.

But they had maggots, so old Reggie the fisherman took them.

Nice shoes.

Did you know Danny Tarleton well?

No more than anyone else.

Winter, get me everything you can on Ginny Kilcannon.

Muttler. Chitterball.

Glad I got you.

We need to talk about Dougie Duke.

Tomb in the churchyard.

What he found out.

I'll see you in ten.

First Danny Tarleton and now his father.

Think it's some kind of vendetta against the Tarletons?

Possibly. But we also know that Mr Tarleton has been looking into the land

on the village.

And let's not forget, he's the current chili -eating champion.

Penetrating injury of the left anterior triangle, reaching the internal carotid

artery and jugular vein.

Time of death?

Within the hour.

Made a weapon?

Yes.

An aerocone, I believe.

A meteorological tool for measuring rain.

Well, that can only belong to Lana Markham or Ken Makoto.

But they leave their equipment out and about so anyone could find them, which

doesn't exactly narrow things down.

Did he have a phone on him?

No sign of one.

We'll get on to the service provider.

Yeah. And I still need to speak to Tobit Seaton.

Yes, Father. Keep an eye on Rooster.

Well, it's not what it seems with him.

Where did you say you went this morning?

Um... Um... The gas puzzler!

And you didn't go to the eco salon.

Don't even think about lying. I've already called them.

And what is this? How are we supposed to uphold standards if our own daughter

keeps flouting the rules?

We're the Havagirls. You have to set an example.

I fine people for breaking the rules. What does that say about you, huh? What

example? Spying on people, spying on your own daughter. Now that, that is a

low.

We're the Havagirls. Yes.

Yes, I know.

I know nothing else.

I've grown up with that.

Family first, protect the name, honour, obey, like I really care.

Don't you?

No.

No.

I'll have you know my socials are off the scale.

I can go anywhere I want.

Paris, Dubai.

You should have gone ages ago.

Me and your mum don't know why you haven't.

We're not stopping you.

We've always said you could be what you wanted to be.

Whatever. I'm out of here now.

Oh, Harper.

Oh, please.

A lovely spot.

You're clearly very committed.

How'd you get on with Miss Havergal?

Meaning she isn't.

Oh, let's just say she cuts quite a different figure.

We have our moments, but we rub along.

As long as she doesn't have to come down here. She hates it here.

Why is that, I wonder?

So they're too green and natural.

She's too obsessed with her phone to appreciate nature. Or anyone, anyway.

You're quite a varied bunch, aren't you?

You, Harper Havergill, Miss Markham. How did those two get on?

I mean, talk about different vibes.

Polar opposites.

They used to be friends, though, till things changed. Lana changed.

Go on.

Lana was our inspiration.

Passionate, a real force of nature.

And pretty damn cool to hang with.

Wanted to make a difference, you know.

And then her heart got broken.

Guy called Dougie.

Dougie? A Dougie Duke, by any chance?

Er, I think so.

American. Good bloke. Used to live here before me.

What happened to him?

Did a runner.

Lionel never got over it.

About this place, I gather you weren't happy with Danny Tarleton announcing

his plans for a motor racing circuit.

That'd have quite a... carbon footprint, wouldn't it? If he started to dig up

this field, you'd lose your Garden of Eden.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I have rights.

Do you?

I'm guessing you don't have a tenancy agreement. If this land belongs to

Harlin and he's in favour... It's not going to happen.

Particularly now that Danny and his father are dead.

Call it karma.

I'd rather call it murder.

I believe that the Earth is sacred.

I believe that life is sacred.

I'm an activist, not a murderer.

Winter, where's Mr Harland?

You need to speak to him about Dougie Duke.

Me to Lana Markham.

I'm sorry.

She's not happy about it.

I'm on my way.

I don't know who you are or what you want, but you have no right coming here

showing me that photo.

Is this some kind of bad joke?

No, I had no intention of upsetting you. I'm sorry about that.

You two know each other. No, we don't. No, we were just introducing ourselves.

Well, to see if you have anything in common, like an American called Dougie,

perhaps?

Dougie Duke.

He's quite a critic of you, Mr. Harlan. He had a show.

Dougie is my brother.

Dougie Duke Harlan. He dropped the Harlan because he was ashamed of me.

He came here to look into our family history. That was four years ago.

I haven't seen him since.

And, Miss Markham, your connection?

Dougie and I were involved.

We instantly hit it off, kept it quiet, but we were together for the best part

of a year.

Until he upped and left.

When was that? When did you last see him?

He left just before we launched the Green Initiative for the village.

What made him leave?

Dougie lived life off the grid, especially when it came to commitment.

I wanted more, gave him an ultimatum, and the next morning he was gone.

I only have one regret in life.

Me and Dougie never saw things eye to eye.

I came here hoping maybe we could work things through.

We had very different outlooks on life. Mainly about oil.

Dougie was an environmentalist before anyone in Texas had even heard of the

word. But one thing we always agreed on was that one day we'd check out our

English heritage.

I hope maybe by coming here, I might find him.

Miss Markham, do you have any idea where Dougie might have gone?

He was on his way to Greece when he arrived here.

I was assuming that's where he'd gone.

We can check. Even people who live off -grid leave a trail.

Not our Dougie.

I tried to track him down.

Nothing.

The way I see it, maybe if I lived here, one day...

He might come back.

Just a box of my ears, if nothing else.

Winter, check Carlton's farmhouse.

This is no time to play hide -and -seek, Winter. You find anything?

Yes, that Liam Tarleton was looking into the Harlan family history.

And the immigration office got back to me, so there is record of Dougie

in the UK but not leaving. So if he is living off the grid, he's still in the

UK. All roads lead back to the Harlans.

Something to mull overnight?

Let's pick it up in the morning.

Sir.

Are you teasing?

Would I?

Yes, you would.

Nonsense. Look, I'll have you know that I have done a whopping, drumroll please,

43 steps. Hang on, what's going on here? No, the app must have broken.

It was over 11 ,000 last time I looked. I don't believe a word of it.

Three? You'd barely move.

I've been traipsing up hill and down dale all over Goodmansland. There's two

dead bodies and a lot of ground to cover. DCI John Barnaby.

Inventing murders just so you can cover the fact that you've been a couch potato

all day.

Whereas I'm on 23 ,264.

Oh.

Uh, Bessie was on fine form today.

I think that's why she's crashed out now.

Two of a kind.

Who was that?

Oh, I do apologize.

That's my routine.

Every morning, the rooster crows.

You okay, sir?

Oh, I will be if this thing works. I had to download a new app.

Now, this one gives you a heart rate, calories burned, altitude.

You never know.

Oh, here you go. It's the first message.

High speeding.

Speedy.

You accidentally forgot your juices.

It's juice fasting day today, no solids.

So be warned, he might be grumpy.

He's always grumpy.

A few things, sir.

I finally heard back from Tokyo Uni. They confirmed that Ken Makoto is a PhD

student there, but guess what his PhD's about?

Oh, I know that, Winter. It's something to do with ecosystems in the area.

No. The economic expansion of the cobalt industry in Uzbekistan.

So he's lying about his PhD?

I'll speak to him.

And another thing.

Lana Markham has been in a very public battle with the Department of Climate

Change, accusing them of ignoring her research, saying that she gets a better

hearing abroad.

Why might that be relevant?

Because she does. There's an environmental group that's been

research in Austin, Texas.

Rooster's hometown.

Coincidence?

I doubt it.

Find out everything you can about the environmental group, board members,

trustees.

Oh, and Danny Carlton's bank records show regular deposits from Ginny

Why would she be doing that, I wonder?

Oh, first things first.

Greasy spoon on Causton Lane. I need a bacon butty.

He said, he didn't see me.

Smells strong and aromatic.

It is.

I brew it very slowly.

Please, be my guest.

Oh, no, most kind, but I'm afraid I'm rationing my intake.

Why not?

How's the PhD going?

Well, it's rich territory.

Forgive my ignorance, but how does research into ecosystems in this area

into a PhD on the cobalt industry in Uzbekistan?

A long way from Midsomer to Uzbekistan.

It's hard to explain.

Indeed.

Try.

Climate change research is a delicate subject.

I'm using good man's land as a test case.

A microcosm, if you like, for global strategy.

My findings might be controversial, so my faculty suggested I submit a cover

title at this stage.

Ah, lying, you mean.

What happened to the window?

Someone clearly tried to break in.

Why didn't you report it?

I've only just noticed it.

I was out and no one actually got in.

I've seen quite a few security systems and alarms in my line of work, but I

don't think I've ever seen something this high -tech.

Have many visitors?

No, that's mine from yesterday.

It's of course, student.

There's nothing typical about you, Mr. Makoto.

What's the blend?

Oh, it's called Medicaid.

Give me five. I just need to deal with me up.

Hey.

What happened last night? You threw me up.

Did I?

Yeah.

How about tonight instead?

No disrespect.

I just really need someone with his finger on the pool.

This whole forever student thing is just not my vibe.

Friend or more than.

Sure.

No sweat.

or die time.

Do you want me to stop?

Have you had enough?

I'm not going to stop until you tell me.

Even more.

Really, really fat.

A hundred pounds.

I told you I was going to hold it.

I sell shoes online to people who have a foot fetish.

It's not a crime.

Indeed not.

You clearly didn't want Hobbit the Thetan knowing about it.

Why was he following you, anyway?

No idea.

I don't trust anyone in this village, and I didn't want him or anyone else

knowing my business.

And yet Danny Tarleton knew.

Was he one of your customers?

Danny was the reason I got into it.

I saw him raiding the reef light thing, and he propositioned me.

Asked me, then and there.

In return for money, which you took because the taxidermy wasn't thriving,

that right?

I was broke and had a fabulous wardrobe full of shoes, and I thought, why not?

Everyone in the village had to do new things, be inventive.

Turns out there are a lot of dannies out there. You have to adapt to survive.

And yet there are regular amounts of money passing from you to Mr Tulleton.

Was he blackmailing you?

Yes. I branched out, took my feet, global.

People are paying way more than Danny.

Leaving him, scrabbling around in the bins again.

He was furious and knew I didn't want anyone else in the village to know. So,

yes, I paid him some of my money to keep him quiet.

That must have been galling.

Did Danny's father find out?

Perhaps he silenced both of them and then tried to make it look like both

were somehow connected to the climate issue.

Look, I sell shoes online.

And... Yes, I lobbed a rat into Rooster's bedroom, but I didn't kill

How could you even think that?

Because, as you say, you've got to adapt to survive.

Target reached.

Well done, Speedy.

Do you think it could be her? She's got motive for killing Danny.

She does, but then so does Harper Havergill and pretty much anyone who's

in the village.

And why would she kill Liam Tarleton?

Where are we at on the family history papers he was looking at? Still working

it. OK.

Well, keep at it. And chase tech about Liam's phone.

I need to speak to Tobit Seaton.

Spying on people.

Not very ethical or idealistic.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Then allow me to confiscate your camera and look at everything on it.

What happened to your hand?

Fell over.

It looks like an electric shock mark to me.

Did you try to break into Birch Barn?

We could look for fingerprints, or to be more precise, footprints.

Or you could start telling the truth.

Why the surveillance?

For the village.

For Brian.

The fee who's breaking the rules.

And what does Brian do with that information?

He shows them the proof.

Then imposes sanctions or fines them. The money goes into the pot to help with

the eco stuff we need.

An ecologically sound neighborhood watch scheme.

I guess.

Surveillance is one thing, but breaking and entering, that's a criminal offense.

Why Ken Makoto?

Because he's an outsider to the village.

No one really knows why he's here.

Do you?

No, I do not.

All the same, I'll need to take those pictures as potential evidence.

Tobit's feet and camera.

Let's access his photos and see if there are any old ones.

You cracked the puzzle yet?

No.

But I can confirm that Harper Haverhill did help Liam Tarleton and Dougie Harlan

with their research. The handwritten note matched that signature on her

But I don't really know what I'm looking for here. I mean, I was never very good

at history, let alone Latin.

Latin? Well, the claim on the land revolves around a family tomb in the

of the church.

These documents that seem to have come from Rooster Harlan, well, they trump

original lease to state that the village is owned in perpetuity by the family

named on the tomb.

Which is?

Illegible. What's left looks like M -A, but it's hard to tell. And the rest of

the lettering is obscure, perhaps deliberately.

Can't be Makoto, can it?

Markham? Well, the inscription also says Grazia et Dignitas.

Grace and dignity, Winter. Yeah, I know. I looked it up.

Oh, and I spoke to the owner of Birch Barn about the security there, and they

apologised that there wasn't any.

So whatever there is, Ken Makoto brought with him.

There's something about him that doesn't add up. How can a student afford high

-tech security?

How sensitive can this research be?

I've already requested his student ID.

Oh, and get this.

Any environmental group that published Lana Markham's research?

The one in Texas.

Ruth Dahlem recently became a member. It seems that he had something of a

conversion in recent years. His environmental credentials aren't quite

everyone seems to think, but why let everyone think the opposite? Why not

explain? I'm not sure.

Good cover, maybe, while he's trying to track down his brother?

Ah,

coffee.

You're not allowed coffee, sir.

No. Fleur has confirmed that Ken Makoto's coffee is a special blend made

Austin, Texas.

So Ken has coffee from Texas.

Lana Markham's research has fans there, and Rooster Harlan lives there. There

must be a connection.

We know there's a connection between Rooster and Lana because of his brother,

but where does Ken Makoto fit in?

Checking his steps, Speedy.

And checking the time, actually. The chilli competition's about to start and

suspect our presence there might be a good idea.

What's going on?

Catching up with Tobit.

Turns out Rooster Harlan is Dougie's brother.

I don't know what Rooster's doing here, though.

Doesn't Dougie like it?

Yeah.

Yeah, you did.

Anyway, see you later.

See you who took pictures of me and gave them to Dad?

They were, um, taken on your camera, right? We're meant to care for the

environment, Harper.

Do something good.

It's a bit grubby, though, isn't it?

You're a snake, sneaking about, following me, grasping on people.

You and me, we're meant to be a team.

I thought you had my back.

You know better than the rest of us, you know, you and Lana.

I think you are, but you're not. I am, Harper.

I'm way better than you.

Because I'm genuine.

And I'll stop at nothing to promote the cause.

It's called commitment.

And it's called being authentic.

Heavens.

It's just warming up to the big event.

Are you participating?

No, I think I'll skip this one.

It's one thing losing to Liam Tarleton, but losing to a Texan. Imagine the

shame. You'll just find out. Don't you worry.

Your heart's going to burn. There you go.

Final entry.

Aldo's all -time great. It's time to find out who the winner is.

Those aren't allowed, I'm afraid.

Why? This will fix what with Brian in charge.

Oh, you know I'm trustworthy.

Unlike you.

Here's what was in that package that was sent to you.

Manufactured capsicum to make your chilies hotter by unnatural and illegal

means. Those are banned.

So are you.

Not participating in a competition?

Too busy saving the world, right?

You're trying to bait me.

No.

I'm trying to build a bridge with you.

I'm not good with bridges. Best leave it.

The thing is... I said, just leave it.

Champion chilli -eating contestants, take your places, please.

Oh, so now we need more than three. We've got three feats to fill. Who else

go? Come on, let's fill them up. Ladies, come on. Thank you very much. How

marvellous. And you, sir, would you... I believe we have Detective Sergeant

Winter at the joints.

You can meet the line.

Now, Mr Harlan, would you be so kind as to do the honors? I'd love to.

Dixie, have a go. You can't do that, Aldo. You're banned.

Watch me.

I need to confirm because the death seems clear. A heart attack brought on

the intense heat of what he ate.

Death by chilli?

What can chilli do, then?

Not your regular chilli, no.

But chillis dripping in 8 -methyl -N -vanillyl -6 -non -enamide significantly

raise the risk of heart attack, particularly in men and women of a

or those with underlying health issues.

Cap -5, the chemical that gives chillis their heat.

which, even from a cursory examination, I'd say this chilli was doubted.

So he was deliberately poisoned.

The question is, was he the real target?

Were all the chillis laced, or just the one Mr Maclean ate?

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Let Fleur examine them in the lab.

Well, Dixie Harrigal certainly knew about the hot stuff.

Because she banned Mr. McClane from the competition.

Exactly.

Uh, hey.

The last call that Liam Talper made was to the pub.

Did you tamper with the chilies in any way?

Of course not.

I was next in line for crying out loud.

Perhaps only one of the jellies was poisoned.

The question is whether Aldo Maclean was the target or Rooster.

Of course, you didn't see eye to eye with either.

Why would Dixie do such a thing? She just wouldn't.

Perhaps you would then. You spy on the rest of the village, getting Tobit

to gather surveillance. It's very controlling. I'm protecting this

maintaining the Havergal legacy.

According to what you think.

According to what the Havergills have done for centuries, actually.

Yes, about that. The last call that Liam Tarleton made was to the pub.

Did you take it? Did either of you take it?

Mr Havergill, who else might answer the phone?

It's just us.

We get busy.

We're on the go.

Pulling pints, chatting to people, serving food.

Sometimes we don't answer the phone.

Is that right?

Where are these from?

A memory card on Sobisit's camera.

Dougie Harlan was clearly popular.

Maybe this isn't about climate change or ownership of the village. I'm not sure.

Maybe it's about love.

I'm talking of photos.

That's Ken Makoto.

Don't tell me. A Japanese student at Tokyo University doing a PhD on cobalt

Uzbekistan. Yeah.

So the only thing we know for sure about our Ken Makoto is that he isn't Ken

Makoto. Correct.

So who is he?

I'll speak to him.

That environmental group in Austin, Texas, do we have a list of board

Focus on Liam Carlton's research.

The key to all of this lies somewhere in there.

Dougie Duke Harlan came to Goodman's land to research his family history.

he discovered something.

Then why run away?

I mean, there's no trace of him. No bank card usage, hasn't shown up on any

databases. The only thing we know about him is that he disappeared.

Like Liam Tarleton, maybe he discovered something, something someone didn't

like. You suggest we might have another body to contend with?

I'm considering all possibilities, Winter.

Well, if you're right, then Lana Markham has a motive. She told us herself that

she gave him an ultimatum.

One thing at a time.

What if Danny Tarleton wasn't killed because of anything to do with climate

change? What if he was killed because of the land that he was planning to dig

up? Such a beautiful spot.

An Eden.

That would put Tobit Seton firmly in the frame.

Or anyone else who had something to hide there.

What are you thinking, sir?

I'm thinking there's a lot of people pretending to be what they're not.

Don't you knock?

I think the time for pleasantries is over.

Ah, two cups of texan coffee.

You can come out now, Mr. Harlin.

I checked out the environmental group in Austin, Texas, the board members and

the sole funder above them, Nico Akabane, a reclusive Japanese

billionaire, one of the youngest ever, made his money from tech and now wants

focus on reversing climate change.

Nice to meet you, Mr.

Akabane.

You are the person who's actually buying the village, aren't you?

Yeah. Well, why don't you just come clean and tell everyone who you are?

Kurt, I'm not a people person.

Oh. It's ironic for someone trying to save the world.

This village is the heart of everything I believe in.

A powerful deathless study for how climate change can be reversed.

Lana's research was ignored here, but Russo's brother sent it to me.

Without her knowing?

She has no idea.

Nico tried to find Dougie. Couldn't.

He came across me instead.

I needed to know if Lana's research was on the money.

It is.

I needed to check it out on myself.

And you needed a smoke screen and a front man.

Who better than me?

A bankrupt former oil man wanting to find his brother and pay something back.

I was more than happy to flush out who was really into a green future and who

was just pretending.

Aldo McClain, God rest his soul, gave us the lowdown.

We think that hilly he swallowed was intended for you. That possibility had

crossed my mind.

You're the detective, Sherlock. Who do you think was behind this?

Before I answer that, can I ask a question about your brother?

If he was involved with Lana, do you believe that he would just take off and

leave without a word? No, I do not.

Look, Dougie was a ladies' man and a free -spirited traveler, but he was also

gentleman. A ladies' man, was he? Yes, indeed.

But we were brought up properly.

It's our family motto.

Hmm. Gratia et dignitas. Grace and dignity.

Vir bonus facet.

Makes a good man.

Good man.

I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Harlan, but I think the person who killed Aldo McLean

and the Taltons might also have killed your brother.

Sir. I think I've cracked it.

Meet me at the church.

Winter?

Winter?

It'll be okay.

You'll be alright.

We can talk it through.

Winter, are you okay?

Oh, yeah.

Mr. Havergall, who are you talking to?

I just found him out here. I was taking a look at him.

Lying and assaulting a police officer. I should arrest you right now, Mr.

Havergall.

I'm sorry.

I can explain.

Why do we go to the pub?

We could all do with a drink.

One second, Mr. Havergall.

Why are we here, Winter? Because of the inscription?

Yeah. The M -A on the family crest, I think it's H -A. Of course it is. Have a

go. I've said it all along.

Or Harlan. And the lettering that's worn, it looks like there's an L.

And I think the Goodman of Goodman's Land was a Harlan all along.

That's what Liam Tarleton pieced together.

As did Dougie Duke four years ago.

Quite a family gathering.

It's got nothing to do with this.

This all started when Danny Tarleton drunkenly bragged about plans to build a

motor racing circuit, didn't it?

You lied when you said you didn't know about his plans.

You couldn't have him digging up that field, could you?

So you stole the weather vane and lay in wait.

Is everything all right?

Hello?

Is everything okay?

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

And what's she doing here?

I admit it. I did it. I killed them. I killed them all.

You said that you didn't answer the phone to Liam Tarleton.

I lied. I did.

No, you didn't.

It was you who answered the phone to Liam, wasn't it?

What's going on?

Liam Tarleton discovered that the village actually belonged to the

So he rang the pub to tell you because he knew that you'd worked on the

research with Dougie.

But you can have Liam telling everyone.

So you intercepted and killed him with equipment grabbed in passing before

making it back to the pub before anyone missed you.

Only word spread that Rooster Harlin was none other than Dougie's brother.

New problem if Rooster started digging. What to do?

Presumably you saw the content of the package that was delivered to Aldo and

decided to try to poison Rooster.

But Aldo McLean was killed by mistake.

So what's in that field, Miss Avergo?

A body?

Someone you knew well?

Someone who's been missing, perhaps?

Whose body? Tell me.

Did you know that your daughter was in love with Dougie Duke Harlan?

You're mine!

Dougie?

Dougie?

You and Dougie?

You were too young for him. It never would have worked.

So you did know. I recognize heartbreak when I see it.

I just thought she'd left.

This isn't just about ownership of the village. This is about love, isn't it?

And not just any love, but first love.

And if Danny Tarleton dug up the land around Tobit's feet and shack, he would

have found... Stop!

What did you do to Dougie?

What did I do to him?

I loved him. That's what I did.

No, we teased each other about who really owned the village, the Harlins or

Havergirls, but if we were together, it wouldn't have mattered.

I loved him so much.

But you wouldn't see it. You wanted him and the village.

Yes, I wanted to be someone.

Somebody.

In all my life, I've been told I can be whatever I wanted to be, have whatever I

wanted.

And that was it.

But he rejected you.

Yes, yes.

No,

he came to me and he said he knew for sure about the claim that it wasn't ours

and that it was his.

And that he loved...

And in that moment your whole world crumbled.

You'd lost the village and Dougie.

That's when you changed.

You became this.

Nothing left.

I need to know where Dougie is.

He's buried behind the shack.

Where the five -bit was.

It's over, please.

It's over.

Forensics have started digging in the field behind Toby Seaton's shack.

Over 10 ,000? And some. I even got congratulations.

From Sarah?

No, the app.

I'm very sorry about Dougie.

Me too.

And I'm sorry I dealt with him.

All that matters now is that you continue with your work in his memory.

Dougie would want that.

I hope we can ensure your research gets the attention it deserves.

We'll roll it out to the world.

I don't know what to say.

One small concern, if I might interject. Mr. Akabane here has bought a village

that actually belongs to you. How are you going to resolve that?

Oh, I don't know. We'll think of something.

Either way, it's going to be greener than ever.

Absolutely.

We never did finish our competition.

Great Britain versus America.

You know you want to.

No pressure, Winter.

It's only national pride you're playing for.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Yee -haw!

Let's get you a pint on the way home.

I might even buy this one.