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Like your own company, do you?

Don't you?

I was born here.
I haven't got a choice.

We've all got a choice, Delme.
Right.

Good.

Oh, arrived at the farm.

It's for you. Thanks.

Call came this morning, sir.
Didn't leave a name. Said there was
something here we should see.

Did we get the caller's number? Pay
as you go, sir. Untraceable. Male
caller. Victim's name?

Idris Williams. Victim's car?

I believe so. Find out when it was
last driven. Yes, sir.

Trauma to the back the head.

Single blow.

Time of death?

Working on it.

It's like stepping back in time.

Cameras. I don't see any cameras.

Stolen?

Idris Williams. 69 years old.

Lives alone. No wife. No children.

What's the latest on the car?

Regularly taxed and serviced
until six years ago.

Hasn't been driven since.

So how does he get about?

He doesn't. Idris doesn't go
out into the real world.

The world comes to him.

Sir? Nearest shop?
Four miles away, you say?

Pont Erwyd, sir.
That's too far to walk.

There was food in the freezer.
Find out who does deliveries.

What about neighbours?
Closest farm is two miles away, sir.

Talk to them. See what they know.

Let's get the name
and addresses of every farm hand

and mechanic that's ever
worked on that mountain.

It may be a ghost town now
but go back ten years,

Parc y Boda was a fully
functioning farm.

Get on to local pawn brokers. And
see if anyone's been trying to
off-load camera gear.

You think it might have been a
robbery? It's a line of inquiry.

No sign of forced entry. Suggests
the victim knows his killer.
Or he doesn't lock the door.

The man liked to take pictures.
Thousands of them. Trees.

Rivers. Mountains. Look at
them. What's missing?

Faces.

Hundreds of images.
And not one single face.

The man likes his own company.

He must have shared these
pictures with somebody.

Let's find out who else
gets to see these photographs.

Maybe he didn't want anybody
else to see them.

They look pretty depressing to me.

What's this place?

That could be anywhere.

Old wrecks like that are ten-a-penny
round here, sir.

Moving out?

The world's gone digital -
haven't you heard?

Is that your father's
name above the door?

Who's asking?

I'm here about an old
customer of his. Idris Williams.

Lived up on the mountain.

Something happened?

We found his body this morning.

It looks like Mr Williams was
murdered.

I thought perhaps your father might
remember him. Is he about?

Dad passed away nine years ago.

I'm sorry. What about you?

Do you know the man I'm
talking about?

Sorry, I don't remember him.

He used to shop here.

Him and half of Aberystwyth.

Well, if you do remember anything.
Give me a call.

It's a nice shop.

Did you know him?

I went up to the farm a couple
of times in my vet training days

to see how things were done.

And since then?
Not really my patch.

The vet's name was Vaughan.
Thomas Vaughan.

Do you remember where this
Thomas Vaughan was based?

He had a practice over
Tregaron way, I think.

Used to come over in his Triumph.

What are you doing?

Phoning the office.
We need to talk to him.

You'll have to dig him up first.

Old Vaughan's been dead 30 years.

It was an odd thing, you know.

When he died there were three
or four of us
in the running to take over.

Old Caradog Williams, Idris's
father, had over 300 acres up there.

Dairy herd, sheep,
it was quite an operation.

He'd have been one hell of a client.

I take it you didn't get the call?
Nobody did.

Caradog Williams passed
away shortly after

and over a period of 12 months,
Idris sold the herd,

got shot of all the machinery,
and shut the whole place down.

The Williams place hasn't been
farmed in decades.

MATHIAS: 'What sort of a man
does that?'

'A man who's had enough.'

Enough of what? Running a farm?

He wouldn't be the first.

'No, I don't buy it.'

Why didn't he just get somebody in
to run the farm for him?

Perhaps he preferred to be alone,
didn't like people,

found it hard to form relationships?

'Or maybe he was making
a statement.' Such as?

Erasing the past,
his father's legacy.

'Leaving it all to rot.'

'A statement? For whose benefit?
You saw the photos.'

The only person in Idris's
world was Idris.

'No, there was somebody else,
we just haven't found them yet.'

Talk later.

Results from pathology.
Time of death - Monday pm.

THUMP

That's right.
Williams, Idris Williams.

His father's name was Caradog.

Look at the date.
It was taken a week ago.

You think this is the killer? Or the
last person to see Idris alive.

Sir? Yeah.
According to the Land Registry,

the farm never belonged to Idris.

In October 1982, ownership
of the farm was transferred.

Transferred? To who?
The Guild, sir.

DCI Mathias?

Herbert Rees, Master of the Guild.

His body was discovered at
the farm after police received

an anonymous call. Police are keen
to identify the caller...

Under the terms of the agreement,
Idris was made, what they call,

a non-paying tenant.
A tenant on his own farm?

From a legal standpoint, yes.

But in practical terms,
as long as Idris remained

living on the mountain, he was free
to do as he pleased with the estate.

It was his home after all.

Must be an expensive place to run.
We manage.

My apologies for the mess.
We're in the middle of renovations.

Here we are.

Caradog Williams?

Master of the Guild from 1958
until his death in 1982.

The man was greatly admired.
Is that right?

His civic record speaks for itself.

And what about his record
as a father?

The relationship between Caradog
and his son was complicated.

How?

Idris's mother died
when he was very young.

Brain haemorrhage. Sudden.

Rumour has it he had a breakdown.
The boy was never the same again.

And their relationship afterwards?
Caradog had a farm to run.

Idris was never going to be strong
enough to take over the business.

But Idris stayed
there his whole life. Yes.

He ran the accounts
until his father's death.

And after that?

There was nothing to account for.

You must have known
Idris. Had dealings with him.
How did you find him?

Cordial. Quiet.

You didn't sense any bitterness
in the man? Any anger?

Not that I recall. Why?

You don't think it
was a cruel of Caradog,

to deny his own
son his inheritance like that?

As far as I know, Idris
was happy with the arrangement.

The man had no children. This way
he got to live on the mountain

without any concern
for the future. Security.

Isn't that what everybody wants?
That depends on the price.

Where were you on Monday afternoon
and evening, Mr Rees?

I was in court in the afternoon
and here in the evening. Alone?

No. With the other members.

First Monday of the month.
A little ritual of ours.

Parc y Boda. Idris's farm, right?

Yes, it's the only farm
for miles around. Ah.

Well, what's this over here?

Tramp? Maybe.

Talygroes has been empty
for the last 40 years.

The man who used to live there
was called Eric Roberts. Died 1974.

After he died, ownership of the farm
was passed to his neighbour.

Caradog Williams. Yes.

Sir! Cambria Meat Supplies.
They've got a driver, Dylan Bevan.

Delivers meat to the farm
once a month. Last delivery?

Monday. Hasn't been seen since.

Drives a blue Fiat.
Registration N186 JRK.

Any sign of it?
No, usually parked out front.

We're trying to trace it now.

Clear!

Sian! Sir? There's a photograph
of a little girl in uniform.
Find out who she is.

Sir!

I'll call forensics.

Sian, we've found
the victim's cameras.

Little girl's name is Ffion.
She's a pupil in Maes-y-Dderwen.

The mother's name is Ceri Jones.
Clean?

Police were called out at Christmas.
Domestic. She moved out after that.

We got an address? Yep.

Good work. Thank you, sir.

Ceri Jones?

Do you mind if we come in?

Yeah, I know the place.

We used to go up there sometimes.

What about Mr Williams?
Did you ever meet him? Once.

Me and Dyl had a row
and he drove off.

Used to do it all the time.

Thought it was funny.

The, erm, the old man saw me crying

and came out into the field,
and gave me a glass of water.

How did you find him?

He seemed kind of sad to me.

Living up there on his own,
I'm not surprised.

What about Dylan?
Did he ever talk about him?

Not really.
Didn't have much to do with him.

You don't know of any
issues between them? No.

Ffion...

Don't worry, Ffion. She won't bite.

How often does Dylan see Ffion?

Is that your decision or his?
Does it make a difference?

Doesn't a man have a right
to see his daughter?

Is this Dylan?

It could be anyone.

You recognise the farm?

Yeah, I know it.
When you and Dylan went up there?

The place gave me the creeps.

What about Dylan?
Did it give him the creeps?

Why don't you ask him?

I know what happened
over Christmas, Ceri.

I should never have called
the police. No, you were scared.
You were right to call.

No. I was tired.

Tired of all the promises,
tired of all the drinking.

Does Dylan smoke?

I mean what brand?

Whatever he can get
his hands on.

You're not in any kind of trouble,
you know that, don't you?

I'm just trying to work out
what kind of man he is.

'Cruelty to animals. Could
suggest psychotic tendencies.'

Didn't you pull the wings
off butterflies when you were a kid?

No, I didn't actually.

'Oh.'

That was the lab, sir.

There's a film in one of the cameras
we found at the scene.

It's been exposed to the light.
They're doing what they can.

'I'm on my way back.' OK.

This doesn't make any bloody sense.
What doesn't? Talygroes.

This is the land boundary
in 1971,

three years before
Eric Roberts died,

the last time Talygroes was listed.

Now look at the boundary
here in 1948.

They're different.
I know, sir, but there's more.

1956.

1962.

1967.

Talygroes gets
smaller and smaller every time.

So Roberts is winding it down.

Selling it off piece by piece.
That's what I thought but...

These are the accounts
of Caradog Williams's place.

Look at them.

No record of any payments
to his neighbour. Nothing.

Why would Roberts do that? Hand his
land over like that for no money?

Exactly.

Maybe the farm was too much for him.

He had nobody else
to leave it to, no kids.

No. No, no,
there were children at Talygroes.

There were notches
cut into the doorframe.
Find out what happened to them.

Caradog Williams?

I thought perhaps you knew him, sir?

Now why would you think that?
Never met the man.

What about his son, Idris Williams?
Did you know him?

No-one did. Herbert Rees did.

Herbert Rees has an alibi.

What's the latest on Bevan?
You think he's left town?

Traffic are still trying
to trace his car, sir.

You think he might strike again?
We're doing everything we can.

Sir?

There were two children
in Talygroes, a boy and a girl.

The youngest, Aneirin,
left Aber in the late '60s,

moved up north, Bethesda way.
Died 2008.

The older girl, Enid, never married.

She was still living at Talygroes
with her father when he died.
And after that?

When Caradog took over the land,
she was moved off the mountain,

put in a house
on the old road to Borth.

Enid Roberts.
Find out what she knows.

Shouldn't we be concentrating on
Bevan? Sian can handle Bevan.

These maps, right,
they're 70 years old,
where are you going with this?

Idris took photos of landscapes.

Apart from the ruin at Talygroes.
So?

Someone had his photograph
taken up there. Who is he?

Why didn't he want anyone else to
see him? Have you run this past
Prosser?

Do I have to?

Idris Williams may have withdrawn
from the world but it doesn't mean
he's lost interest in it.

He may be an old recluse to everyone
else, but he's not to me.

Photo from the victim's camera, sir.

When was it taken?

Three weeks ago.

You were up at the farm? Yes.

Is that the last time you saw
Idris Williams?

When did you last see him, Nia?

Monday.

What time?

Late afternoon. Four? Five?
How long were you up there?

Not long. Minutes.
He... He was different. Agitated.

He wouldn't let me into the house.
He told me I should go.

You think there was somebody
there with him? Yeah.

Did you see anybody? No.

A car parked in the yard?
A delivery van?

Does the name Dylan Bevan
mean anything to you?

He delivers meat to the farm.
I don't know him.

When I asked you yesterday if you
knew Idris Williams, you told me no.

But you've just told us
you were up at the farm.

Why didn't you tell us
this yesterday?

I didn't want anyone to know
I'd been up there. Why not?

Were you having an affair
with Idris Williams?

It's more complicated than that.
Go on.

We had something
for a couple of years,

and I called it off a year ago
when my husband found out.

You promised your husband
that it was over?

You promised him
that you wouldn't go up there again.

But you did.

Did you still
have feelings for Idris?

Did Idris still have
feelings for you?

I think the person who took this
picture loved you very much.

'You mustn't tell my husband.'
Why not?'

I've let him down before.
I can't do it to him again.

Where were you Monday night?
After you left the farm?

Home. Alone? Yes.

I'm going to have to speak
with your husband. You already have.

It's Herbert Rees.
You met him at the Guild.

Do you think she's telling
the truth?

I know the difference
between grief and guilt.

Herbert Rees.

His wife was having an affair
with Idris Williams.

Alibi checked out, sir. There were
nine of them at the Guild.

All of them willing to testify.
You want to bring him in, sir?

No. No, he's a solicitor.
He'd be all over us.

Find out what you can.

Phone records, business interests,
associates. Everything.

They've found Bevan's van, sir.
Off Bridge Street.

He's still in Aber.

Mathias.

Is Daddy still in the house
with you now?

He's in the kitchen with Mammy.

'OK, just do as I say, all right.
Stay where you are.
It's very important.'

Don't go into the kitchen.

He's hurting her. I'm on my way,
Ffion. Just stay where you are.

Keep her talking.

We need back up now.
And get an ambulance up there!

Ffion?

Ffion?

Ceri?

Dylan?

'Did it make you feel good?
Knocking her about like that?

'Did it make you feel like a man?'

And killing Idris Williams.
Did it make you feel like a man too?

I didn't kill him.
So what happened then, Dylan?

I went up there like I always do.

Put the meat in the freezer.
Picked up my money...

The door was open.
There was nobody about.

Had you been in the house before?

But you knew the old man took
pictures. You knew he had cameras
in the house.

And you took them.
You don't know what it's like.

My little girl means everything to
me and I got nothing to give her.

And you decided to help yourself?

She deserves the best.

He was on the floor

'in the kitchen.

'I didn't see him at first.'

Pushed open the door and...

There was nothing I could do.

The back of his head
was all messed up.

There was blood...

'You didn't try and help him?'

The man was dead.

I got back in the van. I left.

It was only when I got back to Aber
I realised I still had the cameras.

But you knew we'd be
looking for you.

If you are so innocent,
why did you go to Ceri's?

Why not come straight to me?
I needed to talk to her.

To shut her up?
To stop her feeding you lies.

Like the fact you beat the crap out
of her at Christmas? Those lies?

You've seen my record. GBH, ABH.

A few words from her,
and it's over for me.

Tonight, why didn't you run?

To prove to her that I didn't do it.

I didn't kill the old man!
He was already dead!

I called the police.
What more could I do?

The anonymous call, sir.

I couldn't get it out of my head.

The old man...

..lying there.

An opportunist? Yes.

But his fingerprints
were everywhere.

Everywhere except the kitchen, sir.

He's the last person I'd put
on my Christmas list, sir,

but we've checked his
mobile phone records.

He definitely made the call.

So we release him?

No, we eliminate him
from our enquiry.

But we charge him
under section 47 for assault.

Where next?

I've got an address
for Enid Roberts.

An old people's home on the front.

I'll get onto it first thing
in the morning. Good night.

We try and encourage them
to eat together.

Gets them out of their rooms
for a bit, breaks up the day.

But not Enid?

Enid likes to keep herself
to herself.

Any particular reason?

Early stages dementia.
She has good days and bad days.

But we do what we can.

Miss Roberts?

Idris Williams.

MATHIAS: 'Tell me everything
you know about Talygroes.'

I can't help you, I'm afraid.

Really?

A man called Eric Roberts
used to live there.

Next to Idris Williams' place.

Before my time.

That's a pity.
See, I've been trying to work out

why Mr Roberts handed over his land
to our friend in the frame there.

I can't help you with that.
Like I said...

Before your time.

Must be worth quite a bit,
the Caradog estate.

Hard to say.

At least now that his son's dead
you'll get to cash in.

I take it the Guild has plans?

Oh, we haven't really thought
about it. No?

Hardly seemed appropriate while
the man was still living there.

Of course.

Must have been galling for you,

watching Idris idle away the years
on that mountain.

And then to find out
he was screwing your wife.

Still, the man took a lovely photo.

I haven't got time for this.

I've have more important things
to do with my morning.

More important than murder?

I think you've known for weeks
about the affair.

The fact it was still going on.
No comment.

She was up there three weeks ago
posing for photographs.

Maybe you went up there
to get something signed,

saw her car in the yard?
No comment.

The moment you found out about it,
that's when it became personal.

All those years of not being able
to get your hands on Idris' land,

all those years of waiting
while the Guild fell into ruin.

Was that a question?

No comment.

I didn't kill Idris Williams.

As I've already told you,
I was at the Guild.

Let him go. Sir?

The man has an alibi.
We have no reason to hold him.

Direct motive.
We've got to do better than that.

He knows more than he's letting on.

Something happened on that mountain.
More than just murder.

People don't hand over their land
like that for no reason.

Tom, the history of what happened
up there is long gone.

Eric Roberts, Caradog Williams...

The people with the answers
are dead.

You need to concentrate on the case.
Stop chasing ghosts, Tom!

It's the last one on the end.

Thank you, Carol.

Carol!

She's gone. Shit.

Enid!

I should've stopped him.

I should've stopped him.

I'll call an ambulance.

I should've stopped him.

DCI Mathias?

Somebody should be here
when she wakes up. I'll stay.

RINGING TONE

'Hello, it's Meg, leave a message.'

I know you're there, Meg.
Pick up the phone, please.

Meg?

What is it, Lloyd?

He's letting him go.

'Have you been through
all the documents?'

Still going through them now, sir.

Yeah, well, keep going. Rees is
involved somehow. He has to be.

The man has too much to gain.
I'll keep looking, sir.

What else do we know about
Talygroes? Sir?

The same day she finds out
about Idris Williams' murder,

Enid Roberts tries to kill herself.

It's too much of a coincidence.

Something about Idris' murder
upset her.

Took her back to a place, a time.

"I should have stopped him.
I should have stopped him."

Who was she talking about?

Look at the date. 1943.

The middle of the Second World War.
You don't think that's odd?

I guess it explains
why the man couldn't visit.

You think Enid and her German
pen-friend here had a child
together?

How else do you explain it?
She'd be 17.

It happens.

Lloyd, when was the first
land transfer between

Talygroes and the Williams' place?

48, sir.

I'll get a copy
and put it back where I found it

before she wakes up.

Sir.

Provisional Planning Application
for Parc y Boda, the Williams Place.

They want to build 60 turbines, sir.

Bottom of page eight -
look who's behind it.

Herbert Rees.

Herbert?

Herbert!