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(chattering)

- So, my fellow footsloggers, this is the plan.

We make an early start from Causton

and have lunch here at Beddgelert.

Then we drive to Gorphwysfa and ascending

by the Miner's Track, we go past Llyn Teyrn

and Llyn Llydaw.

And then we tackle the giant himself, at Yr Wyddfa.

- I thought we were going to Snowdon.

(laughing)

- You know the route well then, Delyth?

- As a girl, according to my father,

I was up and down it like a yo-yo.

- So, this trip's a bit of a pilgrimage for you, is it?

- I suppose so.

Fond memories.

Most of them.

I say, isn't it time someone bought another round of drinks?

- I'll do this one, Jim.

Same again, everyone?

(chattering)

(soft music)

(tyres squealing)

(soft music)

(car alarm setting)

(soft music)

(door creaking)

(soft music)

- Up and down it like a yo-yo.

(soft music)

(romantic music)

(birds calling)

(operatic singing)

(keys jingling)

- Mum?

Mother?

(operatic singing)

What the hell are you doing?

- Well, if you'd like me to spell it out to you, David.

- No, no, no, I wouldn't.

How long, when?

I'm appalled.

- Good job you weren't here two minutes ago then.

- We've been rumbled, my darling.

So perhaps we better clean up our act.

Will you marry me?

- No.

- I wasn't asking you, David, I was asking your mother.

Will you?

- What a good idea.

(upbeat dramatic music)

(sheep bleating)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(guns firing)

(upbeat dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(soft music)

(phone ringing)

- Yes.

- [Delyth] Bryn, it's Delyth.

- Del, sweet girl, how are you?

- Fine.

Bryn, I've got some news.

I'm getting married again.

- [Bryn] What?

- Married.

- Well, you were always one for surprises, Del.

Who's the lucky man?

- His name's James Kirkwood.

(car approaching)

Bryn, break my news to Hugh for me, will you?

I'm a bit anxious about how he'd take it.

- [James] Morning, Megan.

- Mother, could we have a word?

In private?

- Del?

- Bryn, I'll call you later.

(phone beeping)

(birds singing)

- Mum, you and James Kirkwood, what the hell is going on?

- You obviously know, dear,

or you wouldn't be in such a state.

- I am not in a state.

But who could blame me if I were?

- However, I am thinking of selling this place

and going off round the world with him.

- You can't do that.

David and I grew up here.

- You grew up in Caernarfon, Meg.

- Look, I manage the practise, which gives me an insight

into the kind of man he is.

You're not the first girlfriend

he's had since his wife died.

- Good, I'm glad he's kept his hand in.

- Mother, six months from now he'll be bored stiff of you.

- With me, dear, not of.

Bored with me.

Only he won't be.

- What about Dad?

Does he come into this.

- We have been separated for 12 years.

(birds singing)

(engine starting)

Who'd have thought that simply getting

married would upset people?

Talking of which,

you must tell Dottie.

- Right.

I'll put some clothes on first, though, shall I?

(giggling)

- Oh, beware daughters bearing gifts.

- We have come to reason with you, about the patio.

- All right, reason away.

- Well it's just not big enough, Tom,

and deep down inside you know it.

- Joyce, there's nothing wrong with that patio

that a smaller table wouldn't cure.

- All it needs is a few more slabs.

Eight that way, five this, to be precise.

- And now is just the time of year to do it.

- It won't take us long.

- Us, oh, I like the sound of us.

- Yes, all right, well, we'll help.

It will take an hour at most.

You, me, Mum, Saturday morning.

- So soon?

- The sooner it's done, the sooner it's history.

- What about the wildlife?

(soft music)

- Come on, girls.

Come on (clicks tongue).

Oh.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Jim, lovely to see you.

- How are you, Dottie?

- Fine, mwa, unless you know different.

(laughing)

Well, are you just popping in on your way home?

- Yes.

- Cup of tea.

(rooster crowing)

- My favourite one of her.

- Mine too.

And I like, I like that one of the two of you together.

(rooster crowing)

- Oh, was I ever that young?

- How are the children?

- Don't they write to you, phone occasionally?

- They're 23 and 25 years old, Jim, of course they don't.

- Yes, well, last time I heard they were fine.

Dorothy, I'm, I'm getting married again.

- Well, that's good, that's good.

Who to?

- Delyth Mostyn.

- Oh yes, yes, yes of course, Delyth.

I'm sure she'll make you an excellent wife.

Congratulations.

(birds singing)

(church bells tolling)

- The shock of seeing them in that state.

You mean, actually at it?

- Strange how you never think of your own mother.

Anyway, the real problem is, she's selling up,

spending the family money, our inheritance, if you like.

- Inheritance, wouldn't she have to be dead for that?

- What he means is, she may need that money

for herself, later on.

- Well, isn't there some huge piece of land

in North Wales or somewhere worth a few bob?

I thought she owned that 50-50 with her cousin.

- Half a pile of slate waste, you mean.

Yeah, Bryn's offered her 500 quid an acre for it.

- She was gonna lend you the proceeds

to expand your business.

- If she wants to cash in and go around the world,

good luck to her.

- But with Jim Kirkwood?

- He's a doctor, he'll look after her.

- [Megan] There are rumours about him at the surgery.

- What, about the girlfriends?

Everyone knows about them.

- Some people say he pushed his wife over the edge.

- From now on, every time Mum catches a cold, we'll worry.

- About her, or about the money?

- Both.

Point is, what are we gonna do about it.

(dog barking)

(mysterious music)

(dog barking)

(mysterious music)

(engine starting)

(gate creaking)

(mysterious music)

(birds singing)

(cheering)

(laughing)

- Congratulations. - Congratulations, Jim.

- [Kath] Congratulations.

- [George] I couldn't let it pass, Jim.

- Thanks, George, good to see.

- You really are a dark horse, Jim.

None of us guessed.

- Everyone, a toast to Dr. James Kirkwood,

and his intended, Mrs. Delyth Mostyn.

- Absolutely. - Cheers.

- Cheers.

Megan, glass of bubbly.

- I have nothing to celebrate.

- Come on.

Two of the nicest people in the world

have found each other, we should be happy for them.

- You be as happy as you like.

I have a meeting with one of our suppliers,

10 minutes from now.

(chattering)

- Yeah well, you can come and do a survey if you like,

Mr. Price, but it's quite a simple job really.

It's just eight slabs one way, five the other.

400 pounds?

I know, that's right, I'll get back to you, thank you.

400 quid for one hour's work.

Who do these people think they are, eh?

- There's a Mrs. Hutton wants to see you.

- Oh, is there?

Right, um,

we'll go down.

- [Man] You'll never be able to excel in it, will you?

- Ah, Mrs. Hutton.

How nice to see you again.

- Likewise, Inspector.

- Shall we come on through?

- Thank you.

- Sit you down, there.

So, I hear the Midsomer Ramblers are doing

The Ridgeway, next Sunday, yes?

- By way of a warmup for something far more ambitious.

Snowdon.

- Oh, oh well.

Well the Barnabys will do The Ridgeway all right,

but not Snowdon, I'm afraid.

Thank you.

So, what can I do for you?

- I've had a bit of news,

and I don't know whether it's good or bad.

So I decided to let you be the judge.

My son-in-law, James, is getting married again.

- Well that's good news, surely.

- Doesn't that rather depend upon your concept of time?

- I see what you mean.

Mrs. Hutton's daughter, Sarah, died four years ago.

- Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against Delyth Mostyn.

Her first husband was violent and brutish,

and James is anything but, so good luck to her.

However, when Sarah was in the final stages of her illness,

Delyth was always there for James to lean on.

Look, I know this is hardly evidence, but

there was my Sarah,

holding on to the last threads of life,

hoping for a miracle.

And there was Delyth, recently divorced,

greedy children, and now, just four years later,

wedding bells, now doesn't that strike you as noteworthy?

- Mrs. Hutton.

When I looked into the circumstances of Sarah's death,

I found nothing, nothing at all, that was untoward.

- She died before her time.

- Yes, she did, but James was nowhere near

her bedside at the time of her death.

- So, I'm wrong then?

This marriage should give us no cause for concern.

- No.

(thunder rolling)

- Al, I've just had a call from Dorothy Hutton.

- What's wrong?

- Oh, aches and pains, moans and groans,

nothing serious, I'm sure.

- But all the same you agreed to pop in on her?

- Trouble is I've got a Parish Council meeting

in 10 minutes, Red Lion.

- Oh, Jim.

- Tell you what, take the new motor.

You've been dying to take it for a spin.

- [Alan] Done.

- Thanks, Al, won't forget it.

- You won't be allowed to.

(rain falling)

(thunder rolling)

(car alarm pinging)

(soft mysterious music)

(engine starting)

(rain falling)

(soft mysterious music)

(engine starting)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(engine revving)

(banging)

(lightning crashing)

(soft mysterious music)

(officers chattering)

(soft mysterious music)

(car door closing)

- All right, Jones.

- The victim's name is Dr. Alan Delaney, sir.

36 years old, from Midsomer Market.

He's a friend of Mr. Bullard.

- Oh yeah, of course.

Kath Bullard's a partner in the same practise.

And?

- Well, it looks like a branch of a tree came down

during the storm and fell across the road

as Delaney was approaching.

He would have slammed on the brakes, but not in time.

We're guessing he got out of the car

to inspect the damage.

Now, look at these marks.

We think there was a second vehicle behind him.

I reckon the driver put his foot down,

swerved into Delaney, and sent him flying.

- Definite swerve, isn't it?

So what do you think?

Was it spur-of-the-moment stuff, or preplanned, what?

- Well, you can't plan for a tree to fall

just as your victim reaches it.

- No, but you can grab the opportunity if it does.

- Yeah.

And this car

belongs to a Dr. James Kirkwood.

Small world, eh?

(leaves rustling)

- George,

friend of yours, I'm so sorry.

- Nicer chap you couldn't wish to meet.

First-rate doctor, too.

He broke his neck in the fall.

Tell you more later, not that I'll be doing the PM.

- No, no, of course not.

George?

We're not sure this is entirely straightforward.

- Tom, it's a classic case.

It's a rainy night.

You hit something, you get out of the car

to inspect the damage, and wallop.

- Right, yes, I'm sure.

Look, you finish up here and I'll catch up with you later.

- Yes.

(case closing)

(chattering)

(birds singing)

- Kath, you okay?

- Just about.

Have you seen George?

- Yes, yes, he's all right.

He's coping.

- Oh.

- Inspector, good to see you again.

Just wish it were under different circumstances.

Come through.

- Thank you, this is DS Jones.

- Morning.

- Sir, Dr. Delaney was driving your car last night.

Why?

Why was that?

- I lent it to him, to go and see a patient after surgery.

Half sevenish.

We're a bit old-fashioned here, still do our own callouts.

- How well did you know Dr. Delaney?

- You work with a man every day,

you get to know each other pretty well.

- So, if he'd had any problems,

he would have confided in you?

- I like to think so, yes.

- We're not sure that his death was an accident.

- What sort of enemies might a doctor have?

- What makes you think we have any?

- Well you know, patients sometimes think

they've been let down, that you could have done

things differently, sooner, better.

Has Alan Delaney made any slipups lately?

- Alan was one of the finest young doctors I've ever met.

Full stop.

- So what's the plan, sir?

Get our hands on the patient records?

- You leave the patient side of it to me.

I want the murder weapon,

whatever car, truck or bus it was that hit him.

You find out about Delaney's past, will you?

(crashing)

(ladder rattling)

- Sorry.

- Causton CID.

- I'd never have guessed.

- Yeah, well, that'll be the impenetrable disguise.

Were you round here about seven o'clock last night?

- Do me a favour.

- How about earlier in the day?

See anybody hanging about here?

- As a matter of fact there was someone, yeah.

In a pickup, parked just out there.

- Did you get the number, Mr.--

- Roberts, no no, it was up to its gunnels in mud.

When I clocked the driver, he er, he shot off.

Come back about half an hour later,

parked in the same place, sat in the truck.

- Did you get a good look at him?

- [Roberts] No, not really.

- What colour was the truck?

- Just told you, mud.

- Thank you.

So which one of the million pickups in the country is it?

And don't say--

- The muddy one.

- No.

(soft music)

(door closing)

(soft music)

(hammering)

(soft music)

- Makes it seem kind of real, doesn't it, the sign going up?

(soft music)

- What's wrong?

- I had a photo, here in the side pocket, one of you.

It's gone.

(soft music)

- Kathy. - Tom, hi.

- He's round at the pub.

- I know he is.

This is for you, by way of a bribe.

- Ah.

What Jim told you was right.

Alan was a first-rate doctor, an uncomplicated man,

no family, no ties.

- And what about Dr. Kirkwood himself?

- He's a great senior partner and a good friend.

I'm not surprised Deltyh Mostyn's in love with him.

- And how do things stand, you know,

between Dr. Kirkwood and Dr. Delaney?

(birds singing)

- Al and Jim were friends, but four years ago

they did fall out.

It's the curse of self-funding.

I mean, we're doctors, not bankers.

And come the audit, we discovered

that 30,000 pound was missing.

- That's a hefty sum.

- [Kath] Yeah.

- Did it ever turn up?

- Nope, but for some reason,

Jim thought it must have been Al who'd taken it.

He had debts, you see.

- What sort of debts?

- Medical school, Tom.

Student loans.

- So if he didn't take it, who did?

- We decided to treat it as a clerical error.

Jim accepted that, and he and Al made up.

I'm only telling you this

because you'll find out afterwards.

- That patient Dr. Delaney was going to visit last night,

who was it?

- Dorothy Hutton, Jim's mother-in-law.

- Really?

Then why didn't Dr. Kirkwood go himself?

- He was going to a Parish Council meeting

and he asked Alan to step in.

- And lent him his brand-new motor to make the journey in.

(gentle music)

- [Tom] Get his number.

- Yeah.

(gentle music)

- [Tom] Oh, looks like we'll have to walk.

- What's that smell?

- Llamas.

- Llamas?

(gun firing)

(birds singing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- Good day, Sergeant.

Caught anyone yet?

- I'm afraid not, no.

- Poor Alan.

- The man we saw leaving in the pickup?

- Jason, Jason Slater.

Lives with Dyleth Mostyn's daughter, Megan.

Does some odd jobs for me every now and again.

He's a good worker, he re-laid a path for me recently.

- What sort of path?

- Paving slabs, very reasonable price too.

- Paving slabs?

- How well do you know Dr. Delaney?

- Better than most.

He rented from me when he first moved into the area.

He's a nice lad.

- So you share the popular opinion, I take it,

that no on could have had a reason to kill him?

- Yes, yes, I most certainly do.

- You called Dr. Kirkwood a couple of hours

before the murder, did you know he had a council meeting?

- No.

No, and he must have forgotten.

He said he'd pop in on his way home.

- But he sent Delaney?

- Yes.

Yes, that probably saved Jim's life.

Who knows?

Oh, excuse me.

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

Thank you, Inspector.

- What exactly are you shooting at?

- Rats, Sergeant.

This makes nine today (chuckles).

Not bad, eh.

- Top of my list, check the barmy old bat's

got a licence for that thing.

- She's not a barmy old bat, Jones.

She merely has a view of the world

which doesn't chime with yours.

And as a matter of fact she did say something

remarkably sane about Delaney coming

to see her instead of Kirkwood.

"It probably saved Jim's life," she said.

- Well obviously, sir.

- I know, but picture the two men, will you?

Similar build, similar height.

Enough, do you think, for one to be mistaken for the other?

- It's possible.

It was night, raining, Delaney was driving Kirkwood's car.

- Yeah, Delaney has been mistaken for Kirkwood.

- You know what else?

If the killer missed the first time--

- He'll be back for another go, won't he?

(soft dramatic music)

(engine revving)

(soft dramatic music)

(footsteps)

(soft dramatic music)

- [Delyth] Two one five one three,

please leave your message after the tone.

- Delyth, my darling, I'm on my way.

- Surgery number's engaged, sir.

- Well try again.

(soft dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

(device beeping)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

(engine revving)

(crashing)

(soft dramatic music)

- It was an accident.

- No, Doctor, it was not an accident.

- A bucket of bolts was too near the edge.

- Somebody emptied it and deliberately,

deliberately aimed it at your head.

We saw a figure running from the scene,

and I believe it was the same person who mistook

Dr. Delaney for you the other night.

Now I'm going to ask you

the same question I asked about Dr. Delaney.

- Have I made any slipups lately, no.

And the most exciting about my private life

is I'm getting married.

- Yeah, well, perhaps that's at the heart of all this.

- Who would want to stop us?

- Someone does.

Inspector, I've had a photo of Jim in my handbag,

side pocket, the other day I was in a rush,

forgot my bag, came back for it.

It was open.

I never, never leave it unzipped.

- And the photo was gone?

- Yes.

- Right, look,

if you've got no objections, Mrs. Mostyn,

I'd like Dr. Kirkwood to move in with you.

- None whatsoever, but why?

- Everybody knows where the doctor lives, including killers.

- And if they don't, there's a sign outside

with your name on it.

- Yes, and I'll assign a plainclothes officer to you.

- [Jones] D.C. Briars could do that, sir.

- [Tom] Hmm.

- That's very kind of you, but is it really necessary?

- Doctor, you might not know who,

but somebody wants you dead.

(chattering)

(sighing)

- Hattie.

- Hi.

- Thanks for coming.

Cappuccino, please.

- [Barista] Yes, sir.

- If this is about us getting back together, David,

I'm sorry, I really--

- No no, no, no, I promise.

This is business.

I want you to raise a loan for me on my shop.

- You're sure it is yours, how much?

- Quarter of a million.

- No chance, whatsoever.

- Just a sec, Hat.

You're missing the point.

The money would solve my problems, certainly,

but wouldn't it solve yours as well?

I mean, you do have a problem.

(soft dramatic music)

(hikers chattering)

- At least you've got a reason to be here, Alec.

It's supposed to be my day off and I've been dragged

along on a family day out.

And look at those two.

Can you believe it, 60 years old?

- I'm in the house with them.

Dare not open the door in case of what they're up to.

- Morning, Clifford.

- Morning.

I hear somebody's been trying to kill you.

- [James] Apparently, yes.

- But they muffed it and got Delaney instead.

No justice in the world, is there?

- There certainly isn't,

or you'd have been locked up long ago.

- [Clifford] What's he got that I haven't?

- Good manners for a start.

- Hey, stand back please, sir.

- Who the hell are you?

- It's all right, Sergeant, he's one of our members.

- Police, eh?

We have become important.

- Who is that?

- Clifford Rawnsley, he's a farmer over at Morton.

- He's got a bit of a thing for Del.

- Keep an eye on him, Alec.

(gentle music)

(chattering)

- Simon, will you go and get the boys?

(gentle music)

(chattering)

- Tom, Mr. Bullard, I've been sent to round you up, coffee.

- Thank you.

- What's he doing here?

- Culley invited him.

- Oh, I see.

- No, you don't, George.

You hope, as I do, that he's just passing through.

(gentle music)

Save a cup for me.

Mrs. Hutton, how's the rat population

in your neck of the woods?

- Dwindling.

- Mrs. Hutton, we now believe that Alan Delaney

was killed by mistake, and that the killer

was really after James Kirkwood.

- Yes, Delyth told me.

- A little while ago, you said that you thought

Delyth's children were greedy.

- Mm.

- [Tom] Why did you think that?

- Well, take Megan, for instance.

I bet her wardrobe is 10 times the size of your wife's.

She drives a flashy little sports car,

goes abroad three times a year, all on health service pay.

- Yeah, but times have changed, haven't they?

- Salaries haven't changed.

- That's, uh.

How do you think she makes it up?

- Scrounges off her mother, probably.

(birds singing)

(chattering)

- Now, people who have access at the surgery,

at the health centre.

Dr. Delaney, of course, Dr. Kirkwood and most--

- Alan Delaney's house, sir.

We've been right through the place.

And his bank statements show he was paying off

his loan on a monthly basis.

- What's this?

- [Jones] Diaries, sir.

- My old boss used to say, never trust a man

who keeps a diary.

- And why is that, sir?

- Oh, Jones, this is WPC Gail Stephens.

Fresh from Bram's Hill.

She is a computer wizard by all accounts and she is going

to look for that money on the surgery computers.

And, remember, we're not meant to know about it.

- Was it ever reported missing, sir?

- No, it was not.

They decided it was a clerical error.

(car approaching)

(birds singing)

- Oh, look at that.

In my day, nurses, health visitors, midwives,

they all drove round in Morris Minors.

- Ah, but Megan's a practise manager.

- Practise manager, they didn't drive anything at all.

They didn't exist in my day.

(birds singing)

Hello?

Anybody here, hello?

- Can I help?

- Oh good morning.

I'm Detective Chief Inspector--

- I know who you are.

- Oh do you?

Then you'll know why we're here.

Oh, Mr. Slater.

Mr. Slater, Dorothy Hutton

is a great fan of yours.

- I should hope so, she treats him like hired help,

always getting him to fetch and carry.

- You laid a path for her, I believe.

- Yeah, yeah.

- [Tom] I have a similar sort of job to do, a patio.

Of course I'd do it myself but for this investigation.

- [Jason] I'd be happy to have a look.

- [Tom] Thank you.

- And what about you, Sergeant?

Do you want a patio laid as well?

Or are you just here to nose around?

- I'm admiring the hardware.

- Miss Mostyn, how are things at the surgery,

without Dr. Delaney?

- We're coping.

- And what will happen when Dr. Kirkwood leaves,

goes off round the world with your mother?

How do you feel about that?

Are you pleased, are you anxious, what?

- It's a well-run practise with a good reputation.

There'll be no difficulty finding replacements.

As for how I feel about my mother and Dr. Kirkwood,

that's my business and not yours.

- Well, Miss Mostyn, I certainly think it is my business.

I'm trying to find out who killed Dr. Delaney

and who would want Dr. Kirkwood dead.

- Is that why you're here?

Do you think it might be me?

- I'd like to know where you were

the night Dr. Delaney was killed.

- Here, with Jason watching telly.

- What were you both doing

night before last, around eight o'clock?

- Here, watching telly.

- You should get out more.

(scoffing)

- Oh, uh, Mr. Slater, Jason.

This is where I live.

Think you could come round later this evening?

- How about tomorrow?

I'll be at the races tonight,

where the girls'll be making my fortune.

(computer whirring)

- Yeah, a plainclothes police officer.

(mysterious music)

- Mrs. Hutton?

- Dottie, come in.

- Jim, what is that policewoman doing here?

- Going through patients' records, I believe.

- Look, I know you're going to say

I'm being a stupid old woman.

- I take it you're not here on a health matter?

- No, I'm not.

(computer whirring)

(computer beeping)

(mysterious music)

How will Delyth feel, do you think?

Living here in the house where you

and my daughter raised my grandchildren.

- More to the point, Dottie, how will you feel?

- Uneasy, given that you're off traipsing around the world.

- I don't know what we're going to be doing now.

Everything's on hold until this

business over Al's death's been sorted out.

(birds singing)

That's what you've really come to talk about, isn't it?

- The night Sarah died,

Alan was on duty at the hospice.

- Yes, he volunteered.

- He volunteered?

Well now, that's very interesting.

- Dottie, please.

- No no no, no, I've been looking at the wrong man.

- What are you talking about?

- You were nowhere near the hospice that night,

but Alan was on duty, and now he's dead.

And the night he died, he was driving your car,

that you sent him out in,

and now there's a policewoman in your surgery.

- Oh my God, you think I might have killed him.

Dorothy, for the millionth time,

I did everything I could for Sarah.

- Did you ask him to help you, Jim?

- Dottie, this is insane.

- And did it fester in that poor boy's conscience?

Was he threatening to get it off his chest?

Is that why you killed him?

- For God sake, Dottie,

who do you think's been trying to kill me?

(soft dramatic music)

(birds singing)

(soft dramatic music)

- [Tom] It's 200 quid, this.

- I know.

- [David] Gentlemen, could I help you?

- Oh, good morning, sir.

We're Causton CID.

- Yes, Mr. Barnaby, isn't it?

And DS Jones, my sister said you might drop by.

- Is business good?

- Yes, excellent.

Perhaps I could interest you in something.

How about a nice rocker for those lazy, hazy days?

- I don't have many of those.

Mr. Mostyn, we are here about Alan Delaney's murder.

We believe that he was mistaken

for the man your mother plans to marry.

- Yes, Megan said.

- Did she?

- Mm.

- Then you'll have carefully remembered where you were

the night he was killed, won't you?

- Oh, at the cinema in Causton.

There was a French retrospective.

- How do you feel about your mum

selling up and going off round the world?

- I'm overjoyed about it.

Isn't it all the rage, the grey backpacker?

It's her money to do with as she pleases.

- Who might not be so pleased about all of this?

Your father, perhaps?

- Dad lives in North Wales.

I haven't seen him in nearly a year,

but I don't see why he'd object.

- They were divorced four years ago, weren't they?

- Yes, but they were apart for a very long time before that.

Inspector, if you're looking for someone who might have

a real grudge against Dr. Kirkwood.

- Who?

- It's a farmer.

Set his cap at Mother first week we came here.

His name's Clifford Rawnsley.

He has something of a past with women.

- I've met him, sir, up at The Ridgeway.

(computer whirring)

- Tea?

- Thanks, just what the doctor ordered.

(dramatic music)

- Stuff from forensics, sir,

and precious little there is of it.

Alan Delaney, damage to the tissue at the back of his legs,

between 60 and 78 centimetres from the ground,

which makes these the pickups

which might have run him down.

- And Jason Slater's among them?

- Yeah, they need another day on it.

- Anything on Megan Mostyn?

- Debts of 38,000 pounds.

The mortgage company getting restless, ditto the bank.

- And the brother?

- He owns the shop and rents the house.

- What about the business?

- It appears to be as good as he says it is.

And he's Mr. Generosity.

Megan's sports car, he bought that for her

three years ago, 14,000 pounds.

- We need that computer information, don't we?

Right, Jones, hands out of your pockets,

comb your hair, straighten your tie.

We have been summoned.

- Chief Inspector, your investigation is upsetting people.

- Yes, well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Mostyn,

but murder tends to do that.

- You have questioned my children, for heaven's sake.

Was that necessary?

- Well yes, but it was just a routine inquiry,

nothing more than that.

And one of them owes a great deal of money.

- So why does it follow that she tried to kill Jim?

- Well, one answer would be

that the doctor has cut off the money supply,

from you, to your children.

Have you, Doctor?

- I've made suggestions along those lines, yes.

- We do have other suspects.

Clifford Rawnsley, for example, now I'm sure

you never thought of him as anything but a friend,

but does he feel the same way?

- Clifford was persistent, yes.

Always asking me out, popping round,

showering me with gifts.

- What sort of gifts?

Since you asked, joints of pork mainly.

- [James] The romantic touch.

- You didn't find that slightly unnerving?

- Yes, but I was a teacher.

I've handled far worse than Clifford, kids and parents.

- Of course.

- Now, is there anything else I can help you with?

- Yes, there is, Mrs. Mostyn.

You see, we have two very different views

of your ex-husband, one from your son David

that his dad will be very happy for you to remarry.

And the other, that he is a very violent man

who would not be so happy.

- Does he know you're getting married again?

- Yes, my cousin Bryn broke the news to him.

Bryn is a sort of guardian to both of us.

Tell them about Hugh and Clifford, darling.

- When I first came to Causton, Clifford began pursuing me.

- With joints of pork.

- Megan or David must have mentioned it to their father,

and a month later he walked into the pub we drank at,

uttered the immortal words,

If I can't have you, no one else can,

and, wham, knocked poor Clifford out cold.

- Not that it put him off, of course.

(gentle music)

(door closing)

(pigs grunting)

(gentle music)

- Morning, Mr. Rawnsley.

- How nice to see you again.

- We've been doing a little research, Mr. Rawnsley.

Jones.

- Now, there was a court order made in 2002

forbidding you from going within 100 yards

of a Tracey Caroline Freeman.

- That was a travesty of justice.

- Ah, another convicted criminal who was innocent all along.

- If you'll just hear me out.

Yes, I pursued her vigorously.

I wanted to be sure she knew the depth

of my feelings for her.

- You were stalking her, Mr. Rawnsley.

There was a court order taken out against you,

and you broke it.

- The judge gave you six months for your troubles.

- Suspended.

- On account of the farm, I imagine,

not your previous good character.

Can you tell me about the depth

of your feelings for Delyth Mostyn?

- Yes, I admire Delyth, I don't deny it.

I desired her in a healthy sort of way.

- Even though her husband flattened you?

- That was a lucky punch.

Now I just feel sorry for her.

- Why?

- Because she's taken up with that ponce of a doctor.

He's had more women than Casanova over there.

I asked Delyth to marry me, you know.

She could have had standing in the porcine community.

She could have had all this.

- And I can't imagine why she turned you down.

Mr. Rawnsley, can you tell me where you were

last Friday evening between seven and eight?

- I was at a pig breeders dinner.

Guess what was on the menu.

Come on, you're a detective.

- So where were you night before last,

round about eight o'clock?

- At Morton Village Hall, playing badminton.

That's where we met, me and Delyth.

That's where I got the rambling bug, off her.

Listen, in spite of all those memories,

I would never kill Jim Kirkwood.

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

(pigs grunting)

(crowd cheering on television)

- [Delyth] Hello, darling.

- [Announcer] He shoots and scores.

- That's DC Briars, I've put him in the study.

I've given him a telly and a zed-bed.

(crowd cheering on television)

(soft dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(door opening and closing)

- [Delyth] Morning.

- Morning.

(gentle music)

(birds singing)

- Well for you, Mr. Barnaby, nice base,

all cemented in, slabs included in the price.

300.

- It's only an hour's work, isn't it?

- I don't know who told you that.

- Oh, it was an expert, believe you me.

(birds singing)

Oh, Jason, before you go.

Your partner said that Dorothy Hutton

was always getting you to fetch and carry.

What exactly did she mean by that?

- I go to the wholesalers for her, llama food.

Do a bit of building work, I service her pickup.

- She drives a pickup, does she?

- Oh yeah, like a demon.

I lent her mine once.

Came back with two dents in it, told her to buy her own.

- When did you drive hers last?

- Oh, go on, give me a break.

I know what Jim Kirkwood looks like.

- Okay, fine, thanks, Jason.

We'll give you a ring about the quote.

Right, girls, we are off to Wales.

- This patio isn't going to happen, is it?

- Well.

- Yes it is.

(choir singing in foreign language)

- [Tom] How's it feel to be home?

- I'm as much of a stranger here as you are, sir.

My family's from the south, Cardiff.

- That's odd.

The more you stand back from something,

the more clearly you can see it.

(stone skipping)

- See that, six?

- If the Mostyn kids are after their mother's loot,

why kill Dr. Kirkwood before the wedding?

I mean, they're not stupid, are they?

Why not wait till after it.

- When she'd have a claim on Kirkwood's estate?

- Precisely.

Oh, seven, I think.

- I fancy the husband, sir.

Can't stand a man who'd knock women about.

Right, best of five.

Loser drives the rest of the way.

(stone skipping)

(choir singing in foreign language)

- God knows what the words mean,

but doesn't that sound magnificent?

- Why is it anger, O Myfanwy,

That fills your eyes so dark and clear?

Your gentle cheeks, O sweet Myfanwy,

Why blush they not when I draw near?

Et cetera.

- I thought you didn't speak the language.

- I don't.

But I had an uncle who used to drive us mad

with that song, in several languages.

- Well go ask directions to Bryn Williams' place.

And when you get them, make sure you understand them.

- Yes, sir.

(choir singing in foreign language)

- There's three stones on the right-hand side,

the biggest painted white, that's where we turn in.

- [Tom] Okay.

So this is Delyth's family pile?

- [Jones] Half of it, sir, yeah.

And pile is right.

It's slate waste.

- Not what you'd call a thing of beauty, is it?

(door opening)

Mr. Williams, Mr. Bryn Williams?

- That's me.

- Afternoon, sir, I am Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby.

This is Detective Sergeant Jones from Causton CID.

- Oh, I was expecting the Causton

contingent at the weekend.

They are still coming, Midsomer Ramblers.

- Oh yes, I believe they are.

Meantime, sir, I'd like a chat with you, if I may,

about your cousin Delyth's ex-husband, Hugh Mostyn.

- Ah.

I expect you've been in the same

position yourself, Inspector.

Friends with both parties, then they decide to split up.

- Yes, uncomfortable, yes.

So you are Delyth Mostyn's cousin,

but what are you to Hugh Mostyn?

- We were at school together, friends ever since.

- Even when they divorced?

- I knew they were in trouble, of course.

I didn't condone his behaviour.

In fact, I take some credit for getting her to leave him.

- How did Hugh react to that,

to you conspiring with Delyth?

- Flew into one of his rages, broke some furniture,

put his fist through a window.

Typical Hugh.

- Can I ask you this?

Does Hugh still think of Delyth as his wife?

- In all honesty, I'd have to say yes.

Hugh is now a very different man

from the one Delyth married.

- Do you know what he was up to a week ago last Friday?

- Can't say at all.

We don't live in each other's pockets.

(soft dramatic music)

(birds calling)

(soft dramatic music)

(chimes ringing)

(soft dramatic music)

(doorbell ringing)

- Well I'm truly sorry to hear of this man being murdered.

But why come to me about it?

- The killer mistook him for the man

your ex-wife's about to marry.

- This doctor, you mean?

- Why is that funny?

- Time was when the Williamses and the medical

profession were sworn enemies.

Couple of local doctors signed most of the quarry workers

off with pneumoconiosis, whether they had it or not.

Del's uncle went out of business.

But you haven't answered my question, why come to me?

- If I can't have her, no one else can.

- Oh, right, I'm with you.

Went down like a nine-pin, that fellow.

- Mr. Mostyn, where were you Friday before last?

- I was in Harlech, repairing the castle clock.

- Not between seven and nine PM, you weren't.

Too right, my friend.

Look, if you're going to ask me for an alibi,

I can't help you.

- I take it you've got a licence for that thing?

- Of course, and a secure cabinet.

But I like to keep it handy.

- Mr. Mostyn, when were you last in Midsomer.

- I've been to see my children a few times.

Or they come to me as a rule.

Usually when they want something.

- When did you last see them?

- Megan, six months ago.

She drove up here with her new boyfriend,

to see if I was getting my strength back.

- Why, had you been ill?

- Yeah, I had a stroke a year ago.

Not a crippler, but the left-hand side of me still plays up.

So I gave up murdering people.

- When did you see David last?

- He was up here last week.

Fly-in visit.

- You sure about that?

- I can still recognise my own son.

- What did he come for?

- Oh, he wanted me to invest in some hare-brained scheme.

A quarter of a million pounds.

I said, boy, where am I gonna get that sort of money?

The cottage.

You can have that when I'm gone.

- Just remind me why we're doing this.

- You tell me, it was your idea.

- So it was.

I'd just like to put a smile on his face.

(hard breathing)

Does he ever smile?

- Not on many boyfriends, no.

Father of only daughter in one corner,

serious contender in the other.

Could get nasty.

- Whose idea was this?

I'm not sure what I'm more offended by,

the attempt to warn me off

or the feeble way in which you've done it.

Before you make the biggest mistake of your life,

ask James about Stella Pearson, Rachel Davidson,

Irene Hepworth, and Caroline Black.

- Well have you?

- Meg, I couldn't care less if he's had

passionate affairs with all four of them.

- Well maybe you should care.

Maybe one of them doesn't like the idea

of you running off with him.

- And after a close, intimate relationship with him,

they murdered Al Delaney by mistake?

But I can take this as concern for my welfare, can I?

- Absolutely.

- Right.

Why doesn't someone open up a bottle of wine or something?

And by the way, you don't need a comma

after Hepworth and before and, totally redundant.

(dramatic music)

- Mother, seems like a good time for it.

- For what, dear?

- A confession.

You might as well all hear it, but you're not gonna like it.

(gentle music)

(phone ringing)

- Oh, mine.

Barnaby.

- Sir, I think I've just found what we're looking for.

- Have you?

Where are you?

- [Stephens] The surgery.

- Meet us at the office.

I'll stop off there for a minute on my way home.

(soft dramatic music)

- Just as I'd hoped, sir,

there was a file that hasn't been fully deleted.

This looks like a transfer request, for 30,000 pounds.

- [Tom] Where to?

- Well, that's where I'm still struggling.

Tikangarh chhatarpur panna sarna collab.

- Doesn't sound like a line from Myfanwy, sir.

- No, it's sweeter music than that.

Oh, Stephens.

Good work.

- There you are.

- Hi, Dad, good trip?

- Not bad, not bad at all.

Oh dear.

I'd expected this to be finished by now.

You did say one hour at most.

- Slabs go down tomorrow.

- And these are they, are they?

Same as the others, good.

(birds chirping)

In fact, they're absolutely identical, aren't they?

Same swirls, same dips, same lines.

- That's because they're not real.

I mean they are real sandstone, from a quarry

the other side of Causton, but they're dust,

sort of glued together and stamped out.

- How do you know a thing like that?

- The man who sold them to us gave us a lecture.

It's big business, apparently.

Started off by your friends the Welsh,

with the roofing slates.

(broom sweeping)

(soft dramatic music)

(birds singing)

- After you.

- How kind, sir.

(soft dramatic music)

- Got it.

- Miss Mostyn, can you tell us what that is, please?

- Label of some kind.

- Yes, it is, well done, it's from your brother's shop.

And the writing round the edge, does that ring a bell?

- No.

- Oh, I think it does.

Tikamgarh chhatarpur panna sarna.

Those are the names of four districts in Pradesh, India.

And collab, that's short for collaborative.

This particular one makes furniture.

- Bully for it.

- You bought 30,000 pounds' worth with a money transfer

from the surgery account.

And once it had gone through you tried to clear

away all trace of it, or you thought you did.

And then you split the proceeds with your brother, David.

And he gave you your half in the shape

of a rather nice little sports car.

- I think I'd like a solicitor.

- I think you need one.

- You and your brother will be charged with embezzlement

and money laundering, pending further inquiries.

As for bail,

oh you don't have any money, do you?

- What further inquiries?

- Those into Alan Delaney's death.

- Where is your brother, Miss Mostyn?

- How should I know?

- Well help us out here, would you?

Make an inspired guess, and while you're at it,

could you tell me what your brother

wants quarter of a million pounds for?

Sibling loyalty at its best, Jones.

Or its worst.

You charge her, please, Sergeant.

(birds singing)

- See, Mrs. Mostyn, I don't believe

that Megan acted on her own.

- These are my children you're talking about.

- Perhaps you should let them stand on their own two feet.

- We've been taking steps to encourage that.

- You still paid Megan's bail.

- Well, yes, that may seem contradictory.

- You're not intending to stump up

250,000 pounds for David, are you?

I know he's asked his father for it,

and don't doubt that he's asked you too, Mrs. Mostyn.

Yeah?

- What's this got to do with Al's murder?

- People have killed for 50 pounds,

certainly 30,000 pounds, let alone quarter of a million.

- You're saying that my children killed Alan Delaney?

- Well, Mrs. Mostyn, cannot rule out that possibility.

- But to help us do so, tell us where David is.

(door opening)

- Jones,

the trip to Snowdonia tomorrow.

- The Ramble?

- The Ramble.

Most of our main suspects will all be gathered

together in one place, won't they?

- Well, David and Megan won't be there.

- Unless his mother is mistaken and David Mostyn

is there already, and if we allow Dr. Kirkwood to go too,

they'll have their intended victim amongst them.

- You wanna use Kirkwood as bait?

- I'm asking you to make sure he's safe.

- So it's out with the hiking boots again?

- Yeah, you and DC Briars, you stay very close to him.

- I don't go there for three years, then twice in one week.

I might get fond of the place, apply for a transfer.

- Oh don't say that, Jones.

Got enough on my late without losing you.

- That could almost have been a compliment.

- Almost.

(chimes ringing)

- What's the matter, Hugh?

Right.

Seems like our Delyth's got herself mixed up

in some trouble back there in England.

- None of my business now, Bryn.

- No, but, uh, I was wondering how you'd feel

about meeting up with her again.

- I'd like it.

But I'm not sure how good an idea it is.

- One of my best, believe me.

And it's high time peace broke out between you.

(chimes ringing)

(car passing)

- Miss Tidyman?

I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby from Causton CID.

May I come in please?

(door opening)

(birds singing)

Not a pretty sight, I agree.

Come in.

Detective Sergeant Jones, this is Miss Harriet Tidyman.

And by the look of it, we were wrong.

David Mostyn is not hiding out with her.

- Why would he be?

- Do you mind if I take a quick look around, please?

- Yes, as a matter of fact, I do, actually.

- [Jones] Thank you.

- What do you want David for?

- I've got a couple of questions for him.

One about money, the other about murder.

- What about money?

- Oh that's a very interesting response.

So the money's more important than murder, eh?

Why, has he been asking you for--

Oh well of course he has, hasn't he?

Because you are an estate agent and a mortgage broker.

You raise loans for people, don't you?

- So?

- What does he want a quarter of a million pounds for?

- I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.

- There's a man's razor and some aftershave in the toilet.

And the seat's up.

(sighing)

- Okay, Jones, go hide the car.

And perhaps, Miss Tidyman,

will be kind enough to put the kettle on for us.

(soft dramatic music)

(car approaching)

(door opening and closing)

(soft dramatic music)

(latch clicking)

Hello, David, bad news, I'm afraid.

I'm arresting you for embezzlement and money laundering.

And tomorrow, it could be murder.

- No come on, what you really here for?

You're not running away together, are you?

- Clifford, behave yourself.

- They make such a smashing pair, that's all I'm saying.

Here.

You haven't come to make sure I don't kill Jim, have you?

- You told us you wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

- Yeah, but being coppers, you don't believe a word I say.

Why you coming to Wales?

- Wales, you mean this isn't the number 19 to Causton?

(chattering)

- Stephens.

- You wanted to see me, sir?

- Yes, yes I do.

How would you like to stand in for Jones while he's away?

- Love to, sir.

- Good, I'll square that with the duty officer.

In the meantime, let's see what sort of case we've got.

And I like my coffee black, no sugar.

(soft music)

(sheep bleating)

(soft music)

- Right, gentlemen.

Shall we make a start?

Mr. Mostyn,

what do you need a quarter of a million pounds for?

- To expand my business.

- Is it a crime to borrow money, Inspector?

- [Tom] That's what we're here to find out.

- Yes, well, I'd prefer that we confine ourselves

to the 30,000 pounds you allege my client has embezzled.

- That his sister admitted they embezzled.

Here's her statement, do you want to read it?

- Whatever it says, it's hardly carved in stone.

- Do you know, Stephens, I do believe these two have not

the slightest intention of helping us.

Why don't you go and arrest Harriet Tidyman

for withholding information?

- Yes, sir.

- No.

This has got nothing to do with Hattie.

- But of course it has.

Because you asked her to raise a loan for you.

- David, I strongly recommend--

- Be quite, Justin.

- Can't you see what he's doing?

He's using Harriet to--

- Mr. Picard.

You have your client's instructions.

- Right, check these if you would.

Map, compass, whistle, mobile phone, emergency rations.

I suggest we take it easily, there's a bit of a ramp

at stage three, it's called Mount Snowdon.

(laughing)

(chattering)

- Morning.

How can we help you?

- I'd like a few words with Delyth.

If that's all right with her.

- Jim Kirkwood.

(chattering)

- Hello, Hugh.

- Silly not to come and say hello, I thought.

10 minutes?

- But of course.

Why don't you join us for the afternoon?

- Good day for it.

- What?

- Making friends.

Bryn Williams.

- Bryn, Jim Kirkwood, good to meet you.

- Good to meet you too.

- I need the money to pay off the mortgage on a house.

- But you don't own a house.

- My mother's house.

- I don't understand.

- Five years ago, Harriet raised a loan

for me to buy the shop.

She raised 250,000,

against my mother's cottage,

which I told her was mine.

The names on the deeds were easy enough to change.

Delyth to David.

- So you needed a second loan to pay off the first?

Because if your mother sells up,

then all that would come to light, yeah?

And you couldn't allow that to happen, could you?

So that was your motive for killing James Kirkwood?

- Hold on a sec.

I don't want my mother to go off tripping around the world,

no, but

murdered, do me a favour.

Besides, I wouldn't have mistaken Delaney for Kirkwood.

- No, but someone working for you might have done it.

- You mean, now I'm employing hit men?

Look, I wanted the money, yes.

I tried Harriet, my mother, my father.

Dad even said I should ask Bryn, for God sake.

- Bryn, but did he have money?

- Not really.

But according to Dad he's applied

for some Welsh office grant.

He wants to turn Marchogwr Allt into a business,

recycling slate waste.

- That's because they're not real.

But they're dust, sort of glued together and stamped out.

- It's big business apparently.

Started up by your friends the Welsh,

with the roofing slates.

- And the business, that would be

Bryn, in partnership with your mother?

As she owns half the land?

- No, she's selling him her share, I believe.

- Did you approach him, for money?

- No.

We don't really get on.

He gave Megan a hard time when she

took the job at the surgery.

- This doctor, you mean.

Time was when the Williamses

and the medical profession were sworn enemies.

A couple of local doctors signed most

of the quarry workers off.

- And put the quarry out of business?

- God knows what Bryn will do when he finds out

Mum is marrying a doctor.

- He already knows.

(dogs barking)

(soft dramatic music)

(dogs barking)

- Stephens, get on to the Aerial Support Unit.

I'm going to North Wales.

And get on to the Welsh office, will you?

I want to know if Marchogwr Allt, the slate quarry,

has been given a grant.

The amount, the conditions, chapter and verse.

Everything, all right?

- Yes, sir.

- Jones.

- [Recording] This is DS Jones, please leave a message.

(recording beeping)

- Jones, don't let Kirkwood out of your sight.

(soft dramatic music)

(chattering)

(engine revving)

(blades whirring)

(chattering)

- One of them going off the rails I could brush aside.

But both?

- It's the past, isn't it?

It's me?

- I said it was me.

Jim won't have that.

Says you can blame us for what we've done

but not for what they've done.

- Sounds good.

Wish it was true.

(soft dramatic music)

(blades whirring)

(phone ringing)

- Stephens.

- Sir, info from the Welsh police.

Bryn Williams has applied for a grant

to turn all that dust into roof slates, mantelpieces,

pot stands, barometers, you name it.

Four million pounds from the government.

- Right, well done, thank you.

(soft dramatic music)

- Ladies and gents, hello.

Can you hang on just for a few minutes?

We're waiting for stragglers to catch up.

(blades whirring)

(soft dramatic music)

(chattering)

- Getting on like a house on fire.

- Good.

- Thirsty work this, boyo.

So, people do this for a hobby, eh?

- It's a great country, though, eh?

- You're not going all Welsh on me, are you?

(gentle music)

- We were blessed, weren't we?

- [James] Up and down it like a yo-yo

when you were kids, Del says.

(gentle music)

- I'll show you the playground.

- Thank you.

(blades whirring)

(gentle music)

- We didn't realise how lucky we were.

- [James] You don't when your kids.

- [Bryn] James?

- Oh, thanks.

(gentle music)

- [Bryn] There you go.

(gentle music)

- Right, now, can you all bunch up?

Yes, that's right, now we want great big smiles.

Sergeant, could you do the honours, please?

- There we are, now it's that little button there.

There we go.

- Okay, now smile.

Where's Dr. Kirkwood?

When did you see him last?

- Saw him a minute or two ago, at the back with Bryn.

- Bryn said he was going home.

(phone ringing)

- [Recording] You have one new message.

- [Tom] Jones, don't let Kirkwood out of your sight.

(chattering)

- Mrs. Mostyn, Dr. Kirkwood's number please.

Sorry.

(phone dialling)

(blades whirring)

(phone ringing)

- [Recording] This is DS Jones, please leave a message.

- It's ringing.

- Thank you.

- Down there.

That's my house.

(phone ringing)

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

- This is Jones, sir.

Kirkwood and Williams, they've both gone missing.

(dramatic music)

We started out at 2:30 from Gorffwysfa,

G-o-r-f-f-w-y-s-f-a.

Map reference six four seven - five five seven,

heading up the Miner's Track.

- Yes got it, thank you, Jones, got it.

(phone beeping)

We're looking for two males, last seen

around this area where my thumb is, there you go.

- Okay, sir, got it.

- We reached Llyn Tevyn heading for Llyn Llydaw.

Kirkwood was last seen walking with Bryn Williams

on the path about 10 minutes ago.

- [Tom] Good, stay on the phone, Jones.

Keep this line open.

(blades whirring)

- [Pilot] That's them down there, sir.

- No, not those two, those are my men.

(blades whirring)

There, there they are, those two.

(dramatic music)

Jones, down to your left,

down to your left, about 100 metres down to your left.

100 metres down there.

(blades whirring)

(dramatic music)

(struggling)

(dramatic music)

(cuffs clicking)

(dramatic music)

Good work!

(dramatic music)

(train whistle blowing)

- Bryn Williams' pickup,

found it in one of the outbuildings.

Cleaned.

- And Dr. Kirkwood?

- He's fine, sir.

At a local hospital, being checked out,

and Mrs. Mostyn is with him.

- [Tom] And Williams?

- [Jones] We're holding here until the police

doctor's given him a mental assessment.

(train whistle blowing)

- So the plan was to drop him over the edge?

A tragic accident?

And he hadn't a clue that you bore him any kind of ill will?

Why did you want to buy Delyth out?

Why not just share the new business venture with her?

(chuckling)

- With honest schoolteacher Delyth?

Because there wasn't going to be a business.

I was going to take the first instalment

of the grant and run.

1.5 million.

I can't see Delyth agreeing to that, can you?

- Then she changed her mind?

- Two months ago, she was desperate to sell.

Her kids were in debt.

And like the doting mother she is,

she wanted to bail them out.

(soft dramatic music)

Then she added insult to injury.

- [Delyth] Bryn, it's me again.

Just a rider to the news I gave you earlier.

He's a doctor.

(dramatic music)

Bryn, you okay about that?

- That's fine, Del, fine.

Let bygones be bygones, eh?

- [Tom] But you didn't mean it?

- No.

And he's not only a doctor, he's a rich doctor.

Solved all her financial problems in a stroke.

- Get rid of him, though, and she'd sell you the land.

Only you murdered the wrong man.

(thundering rolling)

(thudding)

- I shan't waste any sleep over him.

(knocking on door)

- How's the head?

- Superficial, I assure you.

Waiting to be discharged.

- I'm very glad to hear that.

This is one of Alan Delaney's diaries.

Really, it should go with all the other evidence

in the case, but it won't.

Alan took a courageous decision.

He helped your wife.

- Knew I hadn't the stomach for it.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Take it.

(gentle dramatic music)

- Hey, Dad, case all sorted?

- Yes.

Known in the trade as a result, mwa.

As indeed is this, by the looks of things.

Ooh, well, that's very nice.

Very nice indeed.

And all for under 50 quid.

Thank you, thank you both very much.

- You're welcome.

- Bet it took you more than an hour, didn't it, eh?

You happy, Joyce?

- Yes, very.

- Yeah.

Well you see if we had a bigger table,

we could have supper out here.

- Oh yeah, we shoulda been bolder.

One more row that way.

- Mum.

- Supper in 10 minutes.

- No, make that half an hour.

Simon and I are going to the Crown for a pint.

Come on, young sir.

(gentle music)

- Now that is what I call a result.

- This patio may prove more expensive than I thought.

Thank you.

(gentle dramatic music)