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Running off like that!

The itinerary was clear, breakfast in the pub, 9:30.

00, meet outside pub, final prep, 10:15.

Walk from the pub to Pwll Mawr

then complete the loop back to yesterday's start point.

Why would she leave early?

Maybe she fancied something less strict.

Like an SAS boot camp.

These walks are a bit full on, Anne.

I haven't looked up for 40 minutes.

If you put on some hard garage,

it's like you're on a treadmill at Fitness First.

I don't get it.

Karen agreed to have breakfast with me,

and I was looking forward to it

because I hadn't had a proper chat with Karen.

I didn't like the way she behaved.

Flirting with Steffan, a teenager.

- I'm 19, mam. - Come on, keep up the pace.

Okay.

Oh, that is tidy that is.

It's a shame Karen's not here.

Uh...

I think she is, guys.

Oh, good God.

We'd better call the police.

I'll do it. Don't look Steffan, don't!

Janie? It's mam.

Hey, you answered that very quickly?

Why's it echoing in there?

I didn't raise a girl who answers the phone in the toilet.

I will get to the point yes. We've found a body.

This is the fifth faller we've had here in two years.

When are people going to learn exercise kills?

What was she doing? No appropriate equipment?

Those shoes?

She looks like she's going to a festival.

Good on her.

Nothing wrong with rocking a bit of style, is there?

A heart jacket and a leopard print backpack?

Style?

I have that exact same backpack.

It's nice.

How's your mam holding up?

Bit shaken.

She wouldn't have suffered, Mrs. M.

Totally would've suffered.

Horrible way to go. My idea of hell.

Basically smashed to death.

Alright? Awful business.

This place brings back bad memories.

Did you have a case here? A jumper?

Oh, no, no, no, family holiday.

Brought Kel and the kids here walking,

tried to teach them about the history of these falls,

the myth of Sgwd Gwladys, learn about their heritage.

Teenage girls?

Should've gone to Tenerife on reflection.

Anyway, what have we got?

Looks like a fall.

You'd expect lower body injuries from a jump,

she'd have been upright on impact, but our woman wasn't.

Cause of death, I'd say

is the head trauma from when she hit the rocks.

Obviously can't rule anything else out

until I've done the PM and toxicology.

Alright. Keep us in the loop. Any info on who she is?

Yeah, according to mam, she was new to the walking group,

too thin by half and had "stubborn eyes."

The only concrete information she gave us

is she's called Karen Barnes.

No, she isn't. She gave a false address.

She isn't on the criminal records database either.

She's a mystery.

Shake it up, shake it up.

Thank you.

How do we find a person?

A good actor, proper actor doesn't need words or movement.

They can reach in to the essence of character with two things.

The eyes. Cheryl, can you pop over here, please?

Cool earrings.

I want you to read from this sheet.

We're going to go through a series of emotions,

and I'm going to try and portray them just by using my eyes.

And cue.

Anger.

Love.

Betrayal.

Lust.

Sadness.

Fear.

Surprise.

Again, rapidly.

Anger. Love. Betrayal. Lust. Sadness.

Fear. Surprise.

Now freeze!

There, the eyes have it.

Thank you.

Now, physical comedy.

This. Is. Amazing.

Oh, that? Yes.

That's my acting masterclass series.

I resisted it, but my agent said in the end,

it would be my gift to the profession.

"A powerful peek behind the magic of acting."

Not my words, Jeremy Irons.

Yeah. So, what's going on here anyway?

I'm re-arranging everything.

I do it every three years, otherwise I become blocked.

Have you tried prune juice?

Mam swears by it when she needs to "clear out the basement."

Delightful, very evocative. I'll bear it in mind.

Now, Detective Mallowan, we both know why you're here.

So come on, let the dog see the rabbit.

Oh, I just popped by for a chat.

So nothing to do with this mysterious

unidentified individual?

Read it in the paper.

Identity wiped, but can we ever really truly hide ourselves?

Yeah, I knew you'd be up for it. I'll put a brew on.

You haven't got any biscuits, have you?

There's no car in the trail car park

and no bus or taxi driver remembers her,

so we think she must have arrived on foot.

Interesting.

Could be something, Chapel, could be something.

Could be something.

Could be talking to yourself like a weirdo, Chapel.

Oh, my God!

A little warning would be nice before you explode!

The coat. This is Caesar's coat.

Why didn't you tell me you've got Caesar's coat!?

This is huge!

I think we've got two mysteries here.

The missing person and you.

I'm not a mystery. I'm simple. I'm an open book.

Everybody says so. Mam says it all the time.

Nice.

But you're not like other big fans of Caesar.

Why do you like it so much?

You're a professional policewoman for goodness sake.

You know how it works.

I just do, okay.

Any way, we're not here to talk about me,

we're talking about Karen

so shut up about the coat, John Chapel.

You're bloody obsessed with it.

What can you tell me about Karen?

Who is she?

Well, she had a childhood without money.

The sugar sachets found in her pockets.

She want them, didn't use them.

But she remembers what it was like to go without.

Yes, and an apple stalk with two pips.

Which means she eats the whole core.

Now that is very interesting.

- Why? - Because I do that, as well.

Great. I'll put an APB out for anyone who nicks sugar sachets

and eats apples like a weirdo.

Should have this wrapped up in no time.

Building up a picture of this woman's psyche

is important if you want to find her killer.

- What? You think she was killed? - Obviously.

Yes, look. The shoes.

And no phone? We can't discount that.

But we're working on the theory that her

phone slipped out of her pocket when she fell and washed away.

Well, you'd be better off working

on your observation skills because phones don't slip out

of skin tight jeggings.

- You know about jeggings? - Doesn't everyone?

No, Karen's killer took her phone

to stop you finding out who she really was.

But who? One of the walking group?

This is my mam's walking group we're talking about.

You can't think that one of them would murder a stranger?

She wasn't a stranger.

Whoever killed Karen clearly knew her.

Of course I wouldn't be able to say who without knowing more

about our suspects.

This is not what I meant. I hate synthetic fibres.

They make my skin itch.

You're lucky the charity shop had any walking gear.

This could be good for you, getting out the house.

You know, loneliness is a killer.

I'm not lonely. I just like being alone.

There's a distinct difference. Chance would be a fine thing.

You see, there's this detective

who always disturbs my peace and quiet.

Rude. Right, there they are.

They all agreed to come back and do the walk again?

Bit ghoulish.

Right, now, it's probably best I take the lead.

You haven't got my antennae for people.

Ugh! Look, just try not to let on you're helping me.

If I get caught involving you, then my promotion

and my career are down the toilet.

They'll never suspect I'm involved.

I'm just a retired local actor. Well, of some repute of course.

A well respected, revered--

Yes, yes, less talky, more walkie. Come on!

There was an article. I'll send it to you.

- Oh, well, here they are. - Hiya.

Mam said it would be alright if I brought my friend John along.

We've never had a national treasure with us before.

Oh, please, please.

I'm just one of the group, nothing special.

What are you doing here?

I'm not here on official business.

Mam's just always telling me I need to get out more.

Well, you're so pale, and you're always driving,

never walk anywhere.

Yes, thank you. John, mam.

Mr. Chapel.

Anne Treadway, treasurer. Can you sign here?

Of course. Is that Anne with an "E"?

I don't want your autograph. No, this is the consent form.

Do you expect preferential treatment because you're famous?

- No but-- - No indeed.

I should hope not.

Now hurry up, and we can get started.

Right, snack bar.

- Oh, no, I'm fine thank you. - No, it's not a question.

No, it's three hours until the pub lunch,

and I will not have people's blood sugar falling.

Worth remembering. Right, let's go.

I do understand quite a lot of Welsh, you know.

My wife used to speak it all the time.

Definitely not a sex pest.

Mam! He understands Welsh!

Also even if he didn't, "sex pest" is an English word

so he would know you were calling him one.

Too much gossip and dawdling back there!

This isn't a sewing circle.

It's like she's got eyes in the back of her head.

They'd go with the snakes in her hair.

Still, that's not a bad place to start.

Whatever got Karen killed,

she's the most likely to have observed it.

Come on! No stragglers please!

Ah, fresh air in the lungs and blood in the legs.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks!

rage! blow! What more could you want?

A bit of silence?

This is the Trebach Ramblers Pwll Mawr Yomp not a chat show.

Sorry, forgive me, I'll shut up.

But I would like to say I do admire you for doing this

in Karen's memory.

Something the modern youth don't understand.

The notion of duty.

What was she like, this Karen?

Honestly? She was a troublemaker.

Arrived late.

She signed up online, and the website didn't say

"Walk up whenever suits you."

Rules are rules for a reason. I find in the modern world,

there's a distinct lack of decorum.

You sound like my husband. This was Peter's favourite walk.

I didn't like someone turning up and treating it like a joke.

Quite right. It's an affront.

And I'll bet she wasn't prepared in the slightest.

No, she wasn't. No equipment.

No money so couldn't pay for the walk or her room at the pub.

I can't say I'm surprised.

People want something for nothing

nowadays days, don't they?

- It just boils my blood. - That's exactly it, Mr. Chapel.

Young Steffan paid for her in the end,

which I thought was very odd.

Mind you, there's a lot odd about Steffan.

- Bit of a mummy's boy. - That's interesting.

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Oh, yes, no, do.

God, you really are good.

No, ice cream is good.

I'm a highly skilled, emotional empath.

Come on, don't dawdle.

Steffan isn't it?

Yeah. You're Mr. Chapel.

How come you're not on the telly any more?

Mam thinks you were cancelled,

but Leah thinks you're just not getting any work.

- Steffan! - No, no.

That's not what we said.

I'm Leah Jones. Lovely to meet you, darling.

And you.

I didn't have Caesar down as much of a walker.

It's good to get out into God's country, isn't it?

- Yeah. - Open the gills, clear out

the old blowhole, so to speak.

No, it is. I need it.

I'm a taxi driver so spend all week sitting on my arse.

This is the only chance I get to show off my legs.

- Oh, good set of pins. - Thank you.

I won't get my old pasty legs out.

Not without a couple of stiff ones in me.

Drinks that is.

Bronwen Richards. Big fan of your theatre work.

How wonderful.

Always a pleasure to meet a discerning theatre-goer.

Hopefully you can bring some intellectualism into the group.

Oh! No, I'm an intellectual.

I went Open University. love. I've got an MA.

Yes, of course, Leah fach.

You've done amazingly considering your background.

I'm from Merthyr, not a war zone.

Beautiful scenery, isn't it?

Stunning.

This is the sort of place I used to come to with my wife.

Aw, come on, aw.

- You poor love. - Sorry, sorry.

You really know how to make a newcomer feel

welcome, don't you?

Just like poor Karen. So lovely.

Anne just told me that Steffan even paid for her room.

Yeah, against my wishes, but he's a very generous boy.

It comes with being what we call "academically more able."

He's just been accepted to Oxford.

Oh, wow! When do you start?

- Seven weeks three days. - Marvellous.

Karen must have been very grateful.

- Yeah, she was-- - Too grateful by far,

if you ask me.

Almost lascivious. Told Steffan she was his type.

That's a bit harsh, but she was a wrong'un.

Is that why you asked Anne to throw her out of the group?

No. She was messing with the mood.

Like the equilibrium of the group.

Now, Ryan, he seemed to take a dislike to Karen.

That night, she was making a point about

"dark things in people's pasts."

And he got up and stormed off.

Three minute rest break is over.

Come on. It's only four miles to the pub.

Right.

See, you're making friends.

- Please. - Come on, admit it.

You're enjoying getting out and meeting new people.

Careful, Steffan.

Okay, pint, pint.

They didn't have an extra hot long macchiato

so it's Kenco.

Oh, dear.

G and T, tap water, Ryan. Ooh.

Surprised to see you with a beer, Stef.

Assumed you were still breastfed.

For your information, Steffan hasn't been breastfed

since he was 6.

Makes sense.

And, Anne, they said your Earl Grey's coming.

They'll probably leave the bag in too long.

I'd better go and advise.

Best take my jacket off.

Otherwise, I won't feel the benefit.

Shift your bum. Come on.

- It's Ryan, isn't it? - Yep.

- Janie. I'm Yvonne's daughter. - Yeah, I can tell.

I wish everyone would stop saying that.

We're nothing like each other.

Best take this off, or I won't feel the benefit.

Can I have a crisp?

You're accent, it's not from round here?

No, moved here from Manchester.

Manchest-ah. Mad ferrit, sound.

So why'd you move here?

I, uh, wanted somewhere quiet with nothing going on.

Nothing going on?

You not seen the new park and ride in Abercynlle?

Saving it for a rainy day.

Aren't you a bit...

young and "normal" for this group?

My GP thought this would be good for me.

A lot of health benefits to walking.

Not for Karen there weren't.

Jesus.

Uh, just came in for a slash.

Excellent place to have one I find.

Strange the people you meet in toilets, isn't it?

I remember once standing at a urinal

next to the great Sir Ralph Richardson.

Oh.

I was a young actor then. I completely in awe.

Trying to impress, very eager,

so I start rabbiting on about this, that, and the other,

and without even looking, over he said,

"Less prattle more piddle!"

Classic Rafe!

Right.

Yes, wonderful. I think it was John Gabriel Borkman

he was playing at the time, yeah.

You sure you didn't see or hear Karen walk off, Leah?

You were in the room next to her.

No, I didn't see anything.

I was working early shifts all week, so I was out like a light.

I saw her.

I went for a walk and saw her heading off.

Couldn't miss her in that heart jacket.

I gave her a wave, and she waved back.

- I saw her leaving, too. - Never.

I was looking out the window.

Would've been about 9:00.

Could you be sure it was her?

Well, you don't see many walkers on the falls trail

with leopard print bags, so, yeah, I think

it's safe to say it was her.

Anne's taking her time.

Oh, her and Karen nearly came to blows here that night.

- No! - Yes.

Over Karen being tight and not paying for the walk.

Anne said it wasn't the money, it was the principle.

Karen told her to lighten up, Anne called her a cow.

Anne? Well, I never. I am speechless.

Completely speechless. That is a shock.

I know. Pillar of the community.

Doctor's wife-- well, widow-- in a slanging match.

We were about to send out a search party.

I needed a think.

- About Karen? - Mm.

You didn't like her, did you?

No. No. She wasn't a nice person.

I know people think I'm a fuddy duddy,

but this walking group means a lot to me,

and she treated it like a joke.

I think I understand.

This was Peter's favourite view.

I think it was the reason he wanted to move here.

Every weekend, we were up in the Peak District,

but he took early retirement so that we could be here.

This was Peter's spot.

When he could still make it up here.

Do you mind me asking what happened?

- It was Parkinsons. - Oh.

It's such a cruel disease.

We had a few good years

when he could still enjoy these hills before it got too bad.

And then, last year he...

People expect you to move on, put on a brave face,

be who you were before.

They don't see you can't go back.

It doesn't get any easier.

Oh, I'm sorry. I remember reading about your wife.

How long's it been?

- 10 years. - 10.

It might be good for you to talk about it with the group more.

A problem shared?

We're a walking group, not a poetry society. Come on.

What did you get from Anne?

A stiff upper lip

and a warm vulnerability hidden behind a cold shoulder.

In English?

Oh, sorry, my mistake. I'll dumb it down.

Anne didn't like Karen. Karen bad. Make Anne sad.

Sod off.

I can't see her as our killer.

This death has sullied one

of her remaining links to her husband.

She's the only one who seems to have lost anything from this.

There's something off about Karen's backpack.

Do you want to know what I reckon?

No. Now I followed up my hunch on Ryan.

Oh. Pray tell.

He went to the toilet to take these.

Quetiapine? No idea what that is.

Mental health meds.

A friend of mine used to take them. It's not a big deal.

Why are you making such a big deal out of it, John Chapel?

And our charming landlady, what did she make of Karen?

I assume you interviewed her.

She wasn't very helpful.

Like trying to get blood from a stone.

I didn't see her leave,

but she cleared her room and she left the key behind the bar.

Her room was settled in cash, which is fine by me,

because I don't trust all this internet banking.

Oh, neither do I.

Makes it too easy for all these crooks and con men.

Well, this is it, isn't it?

Now, I know you'd never be indiscreet about a guest.

But if you noticed anything about Karen,

it could be very helpful.

For me.

There were goings on' in the the night.

Sexual goings on, if you know what I mean.

I'm fairly sure it was coming from her room.

Which doesn't surprise me,

because she seemed to be a very cheap woman.

Thank you.

I'll never forget how helpful you've been.

Blood from a stone?

Aah!

What's the hold up?

We were supposed to set off eight minutes ago!

He's had a fall.

I haven't had a fall. I'm not 80!

I fell over.

Nearly ended up with a fire poker up my a--

Ow, my ankle!

- Let me do that! - You silly sausage.

That's really helpful of you, Yvonne. Thank you.

I think I need to put this up actually.

Look, I think it's best if you continue the walk without me.

Yeah, you heard him, come on. We have to finish the walk.

It's the whole reason we're here.

He'll be fine.

Hope I don't collapse on the walk.

Anne will leave me for dead.

- Yeah. - Bad choice of words.

We'll stay with him.

Right, let's go.

Well, come on then.

I thought you were injured.

- You're really good at acting! - Thank you, Yvonne.

A BAFTA, an Emmy Nomination, and a TV Choice Award,

feigning a man with a twisted ankle is nothing.

Yes, you were great, darling, but why did you do it?

Because we need to get back and find Karen's car.

We've already checked every car in the car park.

Something that the landlady said.

Karen was cheap. The sugar sachets, see!

Karen was frugal. She wouldn't pay for the car park.

She parked nearby and walked. We need to widen the search.

One of these must be hers.

Look, you say you're not a sex pest.

Not a sex pest last time I checked, no.

But you're not trying to take advantage of her, are you?

If anyone's taking advantage,

it's your daughter, Mrs. Mallowan.

Using my gifts to further her career.

Only you mean a lot to that girl.

Your show was the only thing

that got her through what happened.

What happened?

I shouldn't say anything.

Okay, fine. Her best friend died. A while ago.

Very sad. Suicide.

Right. I didn't know.

Janie was so lost, bless her.

Hardly left her room for months. Watched your show on repeat.

It was like a comfort blanket for her.

Got her through the worst.

Look, what I'm saying is

you are her hero, so if you hurt her, I'll have your wotsits off

and feed them to the birds.

Right.

Well, like I say, no intention of hurting her

and every intention of keeping hold of my wotsits.

I happen to be quite attached to them.

What about this one?

It's got a leopard print dog bed in the back, very Karen.

If Karen had a pet, it would be a cat.

Honestly, your antennae.

Think, Chapel.

Think, think, think.

What are you doing?!

It's Karen's car.

The sticker? The personalised number plate?

Ostentatious, very Karen.

It's messier than your car, love.

We can't go around damaging people's property.

This is a police investigation.

You could have just jeopardised--

That's her. That's Karen.

Apparently, it's Veronica Mount actually.

Wow. You can choose any fake name and you go for Karen?

So, Karen Barnes is in fact Veronica Mount,

a psychiatric nurse from Cheshire.

Can we go back to the bit

where you completely lost your mind

and smashed open the window before calling it in?

Yeah, sorry, sir, moment of madness.

Don't know what came over me.

Oh. Yeah, right. Say no more. I've got three daughters.

Do you need to take an afternoon off?

Hot water bottle and a big Galaxy

usually does the trick for my lot.

No, no, sir. I'm fine. That's not it.

Very considerate of you. Bit over the mark.

Well, anyway, it all seems cleared up.

This calls for a Twix from the vending machine.

My shout. - I don't know if it is.

I still think it's murder.

We still haven't found her phone,

she lied about her identity,

and she rubbed a lot of the group up the wrong way.

That sounds like a something your actor friend

might dream up.

How about sticking to the obvious instead of your guts?

Not everything is a murder.

Hiya.

Thanks.

That was Baxter at the path lab.

The PM report confirms it was murder.

Karen was dead before the fall.

The impact was from some sort of metal rod.

Somebody hit her, then pushed her over the edge.

Well, what do you think?

It would be easier to think without distractions.

I can't believe someone would do that to Karen.

Speechless, I am.

Sorry, I'm giving her a lift to funkypump.

Mind you, nobody seemed to like Karen.

Even Anne, right from the off.

Karen asked her what kind of operation she was running,

and Anne bristled.

Bristled!

Didn't even give her a snack bar for the walk,

and Anne always gives people a snack bar

so I thought even then she's a wrong'un.

Yeah, a cup of tea would be lush, mam.

I keep being drawn to the backpack.

This again?

Forget objects, focus on people, emotions, feelings.

Chaudhry?

I've run a background check on our victim.

Her bank got back to me.

Up until 2023,

Veronica Mount received regular deposits of five thousand grand.

I think you mean five grand. Anything else?

Yeah.

Tony on the front desk has just won a hundred quid

on a scratch card.

Anything relevant to the case?

I thought we were just chatting. No. Nothing.

Well, that explains the comment "dark things in people's past."

Blackmail.

You think she was blackmailing one of the group?

- Who? - Ryan obviously.

Because he's on anti-psychotics? We can't hound people

because they have mental health problems.

Yes, but he's lying about seeing Karen-- Veronica that morning.

What did he say?

He knew it was her because he saw the heart on her jacket?

- So? - Well, how could he?

She was wearing her backpack.

Bronwen saw her wearing it that morning,

and it was found with the body.

I'm not lying. I saw her.

She even waved at me. Why would I lie?

You moved here from Manchester.

Veronica Mount lived in Cheshire,

but worked for a mental health trust in Manchester.

It's a big city.

It's not like here where everyone knows each other.

I mean, you two probably went to school together.

That's just a Welsh stereotype. We didn't go to school together.

Only because Aunty Yvonne thought

my school was too rough for you.

We are cousins, yes, alright.

So you and Veronica just went for a walk at the same time?

Where? Why?

I'd urge my client not to say anything.

Don't act all smart, Aeron. You used to eat crayons.

Look, I know you don't want to talk about the darkness

in the old melon.

Are you trying to say mental health?

Yeah, I've been there, too.

I might seem like a normal person.

Feel free to agree.

But a little while ago I had a pretty big, breaky D.

A nervy B. Just lost the marbs a bit.

You're really not very good at talking about this stuff.

I just slept, occasionally ate.

And watched a hell of a lot of crime dramas.

That's why you disappeared?

Mam said you'd gone on a ski holiday.

Look, I know what it's like to come back from

something like that. and I think you do, too.

Maybe, yeah.

But you need to start opening up and talking about it.

Because I don't see you as a murderer.

Last year, I had a bit of an episode.

I was working in Manchester,

burning the candle at both ends, and I couldn't cope.

Hence the Quetiapine?

How did you know?

It's not a peeing contest, but I was on a way higher dose.

Well, the meds have really helped, but I lost them

when I was on the walk.

I had to get an emergency prescription sent over

to the pharmacy in Abercynlle.

- That's where I was. - I know the one.

Jean would remember you. Big city coat.

Weird accent. I'll check it out.

Now who doesn't have the antennae?

Uh, oh, I still don't understand

why you lied about seeing Veronica leaving.

I didn't.

I don't care what Bronwen thinks she saw.

Check with her son. He must have seen her, as well.

Steffan? He was asleep all morning.

No. He was watching from the window.

It was definitely him. Little weirdo.

Okay.

- Yeah. -Okay.

Ryan's story checks out.

Couldn't shut Jean at the chemist up about his coat.

But Steffan? I don't know why he lied to us.

Probably because he was hiding the fact he'd spent

the night with Veronica.

You think they were doing it?

No, I don't think they were "doing it"

because I'm not 12 years old.

They were having sex. Natural, passionate, animal sex.

I don't like it when you talk about that stuff.

It's like when teachers do.

Right, let's go see what he has to say.

Whoa, you're not coming.

We'll be laughed out of court

if the arresting officers are me and the man

the Radio Times called "Britain's Greatest Detective."

No. Stay here.

I'll leave the window open for you.

I'm not a dog.

And it was "Britain's Most Formidable Detective."

Good boy.

Can I help?

We need to have a chat, Steffan.

I said stay in the car!

Look, I told you everything I--

It's alright.

I knew this moment would come sooner

or later, so I might as well say it.

I murdered her.

I'm not convinced.

It just doesn't feel right. Bronwen?

- Get off my fries. - I'm only having a couple.

I know what you mean, but Bronwen's confessed.

Doesn't even want a solicitor even though Steffan and Leah

are desperate trying to get her one.

Leah?

Of course.

Bronwen didn't do it!

She made the same mistake I did. It's nothing to do with Bronwen.

- You were right. - Was I? Brilliant.

What about? - It was the backpack.

It all hinges on that.

It wasn't messy. Ryan wasn't lying.

I hope there's a good reason for bringing us all here.

I'm supposed to be at water aerobics,

the instructor will go easy on the group if I'm not there.

What is going on?

You're still not telling me why I've been released.

Because you didn't kill Veronica.

You're protecting your son.

- I was gonna say that bit. - It needed gravitas.

- I didn't kill her! - He didn't. It was me.

Wow.

Sorry, what are you doing?

I just came in with everyone else.

- What's going on? - Can you go?

Steffan really didn't kill her, Bronwen.

No, you made the same mistake I did.

You assumed that Steffan spent the night with Veronica.

No? Nice young Steffan and Veronica?

- Well, I had suspected-- - No you hadn't, mam.

I came to your room to bring you a hot wot bot,

and you weren't there.

Next morning, I saw her walk off.

You came back into your room within an hour.

Nobody else was up, so I assumed that you--

Nipped out to murder a woman?

- No. - Then where were you all night?

With me.

Bloody hell.

Got a fish and chips.

Of, who's ordering food at a time like this?!

Somebody stole all my chips earlier.

- These are on the house. - Really? That's so sweet.

I hope this is a sick joke.

I actually had suspected.

I don't think we need to be airing all this in public.

Excuse me.

God they are good chips, though.

Sorry, that's why Veronica made that comment

about being exactly your type.

She wasn't flirting.

She'd caught me and Leah kissing on the walk.

Seemed to find it funny.

That's why I offered to pay for her room,

so she wouldn't tell mam.

Why do you think I come on these walks with you mam?

You're smothering.

How can you say that about your own mother?

To be fair, you have just accused him

of being a murderer, love.

Well, I wish he was. It's better than this.

Leave her alone!

Leah's the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Wait, so who did kill Veronica?

It was the snack bar that made me suspect first of all.

You always offer one on arrival.

I thought I'd been so careful.

We didn't realise you used to live in Manchester.

That's how you knew Veronica.

She'd worked as a trainee nurse under your husband

before he took early retirement.

And of course she knew why he'd taken early retirement.

The onset of Parkinsons isn't great for a doctor,

but far worse for a surgeon.

My guess is there was some kind of botched procedure.

Only one.

I mean, people didn't have to be snowflakes about it.

Nobody died, and the panel cleared him.

Yes, but they didn't know about the Parkinsons.

Veronica did, and she decided to blackmail him.

I never knew.

She was blackmailing him right up until he went into care,

and she couldn't get to him.

She was torturing him.

And then Veronica showed up here.

Yes. Last year.

She threatened to expose the truth about Peter.

He was a pillar of the community.

I shouldn't have, but I paid her.

She said it was a one off.

Yes, but blackmail's never a one off, though.

No, I thought that was the end of it,

and then she showed up on the walk.

It must have taken a lot for you

to pretend you that didn't know her.

She wanted more money.

She said she would come back every week until I paid her.

I told her to meet me along the trail

so nobody from the group would see us.

And in return, she would leave forever.

And she did leave. Forever.

- That's good gravitas. - Thank you.

You waited for her

at the top of the falls with an iron bar you'd found.

- Found? - Yeah.

No, no. It was clearly the poker from the pub.

You didn't get that?

Occasionally you do have to think about objects, not people.

Thank you. Then, you took her phone,

removing the one piece of evidence

that could tell us who she really was.

And then you pushed her over the edge.

Everyone would assume that she didn't want to walk

with the group and left early.

Another faller in inappropriate gear in a danger spot.

Very well planned. Very Anne.

But how did you actually know?

The backpack.

Ryan saw Veronica walking off without one.

So who did Bronwen see walking off with the backpack?

She left it in her room.

I mean, what sort of a person

walks the falls trail without their equipment?

You panicked, but then, as usual, you came up with a plan.

You came back to Veronica's room,

packed a bag, then left the pub pretending to be Veronica.

- Then you walked back-- - Oi, I'm still talking here!

Then you walked back to the falls

and threw it in with the body.

- I still don't see-- -It was too neatly packed.

- Yeah. - Ordered.

Very Anne, but totally out of character for Veronica.

Well, that's very annoying.

May I have a moment alone to say goodbye?

Of course.

Actually no.

Just the whole you being a murderer thing

sort of means I have to stay here.

But I can-- I'll wait while you.

Have your moment.

It's hard to believe how much Anne would risk

just to protect a dead person.

It's easy to kill when half of you is already dead.

It's a shame. We all need people.

Living people.

You can't cut yourself off from all connections.

Hey, I'm talking about you in case--

I very much got that.

Hard to miss with your sledgehammer approach.

Oh, quick, get down. Get down, get down!

- Sir, don't. - What are you doing?

A senior male officer trying to get in

to a lone female officer's car? - Oh!

- Inappropriate. - Yeah. Sorry.

They're doing gender politics in the workplace

refresher courses in Swansea.

I'll sign myself up.

I'll just and have a chat with the lads.

Not lads, fellas, uh, fellow officers, colleagues, people.

Hello there. How's it going, lads?

Well, unsurprisingly, Anne made a full confession.

Wow. Look at this place.

You finally finished your great cry for help.

Yep. Made a lot harder with my shoulder.

Pushing me down like that.

Still, everything is in its right place.

And now I can sit down and enjoy it.

Yeah. Great.

Look, um, feel free to say no,

but I'm going to the pub tonight.

Do you fancy joining?

I can't. I've got plans for this evening.

You may have had a point.

Perhaps I do need to get out and meet people.

So I've signed up for the local bookshop book group.

Aw, John Chapel, that's amazing! My mam goes to that one.

Oh, great.

I was hoping to not get a word in edgeways.

Hey. I'm allowed to be rude about my mam, but you're not.

Well, I'll leave you to get ready.

Before you go, I've um...

got you a gift.

I know Caesar means a lot to you so...

What? What's wrong?

Nothing. These are happy tears.

Oh.

Oh. Ooh.

Thank you.

Can you put it on?

- Okay. - Alright.

Can you do the line?

Crime waits for no man.

- Oh. - What?

No, nothing. It's just...

Well, it didn't sound like Caesar.

What are you talking about? Of course it did.

- Hmm, not really. - Yes, it did.

Well, don't get in a huff about it.

I am not in a huff. Crime waits for no man.

Keep working on it. I'm sure it'll come back.