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 Gorffwysfa,
and ascending by the Miner's Track, we go past Llyn Teyrn
and Llyn Llydaw,
and then we tackle the giant himself...
Yr Wyddfa.
I thought we were going to Snowdon. LAUGHTER
You know the route well, 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?
Ooh, lovely! Yes, please.
ALARM ENGAGES
Up and down it like a yo-yo, eh?
♪ ITALIAN ROMANTIC OPERA
Mum?
OPERA CONTINUES PLAYING
Mother?
What the hell are you doing? Well,
if you'd like me to spell it out to you, David.
No, I wouldn't.
How long...? When...? MUSIC STOPS
I'm appalled.
Good job you weren't here two minutes ago, then.
We've been rumbled, my darling.
So perhaps we'd 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.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Yes? 'Bryn, it's Delyth.'
Del, sweet girl! How are you? Fine.
Bryn, I've got some news.
I'm getting married again. 'What?'
Married.
Well, you were always one for surprises, Del.
Who's the lucky man?
His name's James Kirkwood.
Bryn, break my news to Huw for me, will you?
'I'm a bit anxious about how he'll take it.'
Morning, Megan. Mother, could we have a word?
In private.
Del?
Bryn, I'll call you later. HANGS UP
Mum, you and James Kirkwood? What the hell is going on?
You know, or you wouldn't be in 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 practice,
which gives me an insight into the kind of man he his.
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.
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?
(CHUCKLES)
Oh. Beware of 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, we'll help.
It'll 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?
Come on, girls! Come on!
Oh!
Come on! Come on!
Come on!
Jim! Lovely to see you!
How are you, Dottie? Fine. Mwah!
Unless you know different. (LAUGHS)
Well, are you just popping in on your way home? Yes.
Cup of tea?
My favourite one of her.
Mine, too. And I like...I like that one, the two of you together.
God, was I ever that young? (LAUGHS)
How are the children?
Well, 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 er...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.
The shock of seeing them in that state!
You mean...actually at it?
It's 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? Doesn'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 round the world, good luck to her.
But with Jim Kirkwood? He's a doctor.
He'll look after her.
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 BARKS
Congratulations! Congratulations, Jim!
Congratulations! I couldn't let it pass, Jim. Sorry.
Thanks, George. Good to see you.
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.
ALL: Cheers! Thank you very much.
Megan, a glass of bubbly. I've 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've a meeting with one of our suppliers
10 minutes from now.
Yeah, well, you can come and do a survey if you like, Mr Price,
but it's quite a simple job, really.
Just eight slabs one way, five the other.
ã400?!
No, that's... Right, I'll get back to you.
Thank you. HANGS UP
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.
Ah, Mrs Hutton. How nice to see you again.
Likewise, Inspector. Shall we come through? Thank you.
There. Sit you down. There.
So, I hear the Midsomer Ramblers are doing The Ridgeway.
Next Sunday, yes?
By way of a warm-up for something far more ambitious. Snowdon.
Oh! Oh, 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?
Ah. I see what you mean.
Er... Mrs Hutton's daughter, Sarah,
she 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 onto the last threads of life,
hoping for a miracle,
and there was Delyth, recently divorced,
with 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.
RUMBLE OF THUNDER
Al, I've just had a call from Dorothy Hutton.
What's wrong? Aches and pains, nothing serious.
But all the same, you agreed to pop in on her.
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. Done.
Thanks, Al. I won't forget it. You won't be allowed to.
RUMBLE OF THUNDER
DISENGAGES ALARM
STARTS ENGINE
THUNDERCLAP
(HUMS)
THUNDERCLAP
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 practice.
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.
It's a definite swerve, isn't it?
What do you think? Spur-of-the-moment job or pre-planned?
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.
Mm.
And this car...belongs to a Dr James Kirkwood.
Small world, eh?
George.
A friend of yours. I'm so sorry.
A 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.
Well, look, you er...finish up here and I'll catch up with you later.
Yes.
Kath, are you OK?
Just about. Have you seen George?
Yes. He's all right. He's coping.
Oh.
Inspector, good to see you again.
I just wish it were under different circumstances.
Come through. Thank you. This is DS Jones.
Good morning.
Sir, Dr Delaney was driving your car last night.
Why? Why was that?
I lent it to him, to see a patient after surgery, half seven-ish.
We're a bit old-fashioned here, still do our own call-outs.
How well did you know Dr Delaney?
Well, 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'd 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, patients sometimes think they've been er...let down,
that you could have done things differently - sooner, better.
Has Alan Delaney made any slip-ups lately?
Al 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?
No, 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?
FOOTSTEPS ABOVE
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 pick-up. 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.
Came back about half an hour later, parked in the same place,
sat in the truck. Did you get a good look at him?
No, not really. What colour was the truck?
I just told you. Mud.
Thank you.
So which one of the million pick-ups in the country is it?
And don't say... The muddy one. No.
Hiya. OK?
It makes it seem kind of real, doesn't it, the sign going up?
What's wrong? I had a photo.
Here in the side pocket.
One of you.
It's gone.
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 Delyth Mostyn's in love with him.
And how did things stand, you know, between Dr Kirkwood and Dr Delaney?
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 ã30,000 was missing.
That's a hefty sum. Yes.
Did it ever turn up? No.
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. Mm?
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.
He asked Alan to step in.
And lent him his brand-new motor to make the journey in?
Get his number. Yeah.
Oh! Looks like we'll have to walk.
What's that smell?
Llamas. Llamas?
GUNSHOT
GUNSHOTS
Whoa!
(GROANS) Oh. Good day, Sergeant.
Caught anyone yet? I'm afraid not, no.
Poor Alan.
Er... The man we saw leaving in the pick-up...
Oh, what, Jason? Jason Slater.
Lives with Delyth 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?
Er... How well do you know Dr Delaney?
Better than most. He rented from me when he first moved into the area.
He was a nice lad.
So you share the popular opinion, I take it,
that no-one could have had a reason to kill him.
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, and that probably saved Jim's life.
Who knows? Oh! Excuse me.
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.
As a matter of fact, she did say something remarkably sane.
About Delaney going to see her instead of Kirkwood.
"It probably saved Jim's life," she said.
Well, obviously, sir.
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?
The killer missed the first time.
He'll be back for another go, won't he?
FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH ON GRAVEL
DIALS NUMBER
ANSWERPHONE: '..21513.
Please leave your message after the tone.'
BEEP Delyth, my darling, I'm on my way.
Surgery number's engaged, sir.
Well, try again.
PHONE RINGS
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING
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 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 slip-ups lately?
No.
And the most exciting thing about my private life is I'm getting married.
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 um...
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.
I'll assign a plain-clothes officer to you.
DC Briars could do that, sir. Mm.
It's very kind of you, but is it really necessary?
Doctor, you might not know who, but somebody wants you dead.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
Hattie.
Hi.
Thanks for coming.
Er... A cappuccino, please. Yes, sir.
If this is about us getting back together, I'm sorry...
No, no, I promise.
This is business.
I want you to raise a loan for me
on my shop.
(SCOFFS) Sure it is yours?
How much?
Quarter of a million.
No chance. 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.
Come on, keep up!
At least you've got a reason to be here, Alec.
It was 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.
I daren't open the door in case of what they're up to.
Morning, Clifford. Morning.
I hear somebody's been trying to kill you! Apparently, yes.
I bet 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.
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 OK, 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.
Simon, will you go and get the boys?
Tom, Mr Bullard, I've been sent to round you up.
Coffee. Thank you.
What's he doing here? Cully invited him.
Oh, I see. No, you don't, George.
You hope, as I do, that he's just passing through.
(CHUCKLES)
Save a cup for me.
Mrs Hutton.
How's the rat population in your neck of the woods?
Dwindling. (CHUCKLES)
Mrs Hutton,
we now believe that Alan Delaney was killed by mistake.
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. 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 sports car, goes abroad three times a year,
all on Health Service pay.
Yeah, but times have changed. Salaries haven't changed.
How do you think she makes it up?
Scrounges off her mother, probably.
Now, people who have access at the surgery health centre.
Dr Delaney, of course, and Dr Kirkwood.
And most of...
Alan Delaney's house, sir. We've been right through the place.
And his bank statements show he was paying off his loan monthly.
What's this? A diary, sir.
My old boss used to say "Never trust a man who keeps a diary."
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's 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."
Oh, look at that!
In my day, nurses, health visitors, midwives,
they all drove round in Morris Minors.
Ah, but Megan's a Practice Manager. Practice Manager?
They didn't drive anything at all. They didn't exist in my day.
Hello?
Anybody here? Hello?
Can I help?
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,
getting him to fetch and carry.
You laid a path for her, I believe.
Yeah.
Yeah, it turned out well.
I have a similar sort of job to do. A patio.
I'd do it myself, but for this investigation.
I'd be happy to have a look. That's good. 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? Anxious? What?
It's a well-run practice 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.
Oh, 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? 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 the night before last, around eight o'clock?
Here, watching telly.
You should get out more.
(SCOFFS)
Oh, er...Mr Slater. Jason.
Um...
This is where I live.
Do you think you could come round this evening?
How about tomorrow? I'll be at the races tonight.
Where the girls will be making my fortune.
She's a police officer. Yeah, a plain-clothes police officer.
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.
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 round the world.
Oh, 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.
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, that's very interesting. Dottie, please.
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? This is insane.
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's sake,
who do you think's been trying to kill me?
It's 200 quid, this. I know.
Gentlemen.
Could I help you? Ah, good morning, sir.
We're Causton CID.
Yes. Mr Barnaby, isn't it? And DS Jones.
My sister said you might drop by.
Ah. Is business good?
Yes. Excellent.
Perhaps I could interest you in something.
How about a nice rocker, for those lazy, hazy days?
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?
Oh, 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.
Yes, but they were apart for a very long time before that.
Inspector...
..if you're looking for someone who might have a grudge
against Dr Kirkwood...
Who?
It's a farmer.
Set his cap at Mother first week we came here. Clifford Rawnsley.
He has something of a past with women.
I've met him, sir. Up at The Ridgeway.
Tea?
Thanks. Just what the doctor ordered.
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 pick-ups 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 ã38,000.
The mortgage company are 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.
ã14,000.
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.
Well, I'm sorry, Mrs Mostyn,
but er...murder tends to do that.
You've 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's 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 did he feel the same way?
Clifford was persistent, yes.
Always asking me out, popping round
and showering me with...gifts.
What sort of gifts?
Since you ask, joints of pork mainly.
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.
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 would be very happy for you to re-marry.
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's a sort of guardian to both of us.
Tell them about Huw and Clifford, Del.
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.
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 Tracy 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 make 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 trouble.
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?
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.
Well, I can't imagine why she'd turn 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 you were 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.
FOOTBALL MATCH ON TV
Hello, darling.
FOOTBALL MATCH CONTINUES ON TV
That's DC Briars. I've put him in the study.
Given him a telly and a zed-bed.
Morning. Morning.
Well, for you, Mr Barnaby...
nice base, all cemented in,
slabs included in the price...
Three hundred.
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.
Er...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 pick-up.
She drives a pick-up, does she? Mm. 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? Go on, give me a break.
I know what Jim Kirkwood looks like.
OK, fine. Thanks, Jason.
We'll give you a ring about the quote.
Right, girls. We are off to Wales.
Oh.
This patio isn't going to happen, is it?
Well...maybe if we go...
Oh, yes, it is.
♪ CALON LAN
♪ Nid wy'n gofyn bywyd moethus
♪ Aur y byd na'i berlau man
♪ Gofyn rwyf am galon hapus
♪ Calon onest, calon lan
♪ Calon lan yn llawn daioni
♪ Tecach yw na'r lili dlos
♪ Does ond calon lan all ganu
♪ Canu'r dydd a chanu'r nos ♪
How does it feel to be home?
I'm as much of a stranger here as you are, sir.
My family's from the south.
Cardiff.
It's odd. The more you stand back from something,
the more clearly you can see it.
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. Why not wait till after it?
When she'd have a claim on the Kirkwood estate.
Precisely.
Oh! Seven, I think!
I fancy the husband, sir.
Can't stand men who knock women about.
Right, best of five.
Loser drives the rest of the way.
♪ MYFANWY
♪ Pa ham mae dicter, O Myfanwy
♪ Yn llenwi'th lygaid duon ddi?
♪ A'th ruddiau tirion, O Myfanwy...
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?" Etcetera.
I thought you didn't speak the language.
I don't.
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.
INCREASES VOLUME ON STEREO
There's three stones on the right-hand side,
the biggest painted white. That's where we turn in.
OK.
So this is Delyth's family pile.
Half of it's hers, yeah. And pile is right.
Of slate waste.
Not what you'd call a thing of beauty, is it?
Mr Williams?
Mr Bryn Williams?
That's me. Afternoon, sir.
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.
Sir, I'd like a chat with you, if I may,
about your cousin Delyth's ex-husband, Huw 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 Huw 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 Huw react to that, you conspiring with Delyth?
Oh, flew into one of his rages.
Broke some furniture, put his fist through a window.
Typical Huw.
Can I ask you this?
Does Huw still think of Delyth as his wife?
In all honesty, I'd have to say yes.
Huw is now a very different man to the one Delyth married.
Do you know what he was up to a week ago last Friday?
Can't say I do.
We don't live in each other's pockets.
CLANG
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 enemies.
A 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.
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. Flying visit.
Are you sure about that?
I can still recognise my own son.
What did he come for?
Oh, he wanted me to invest in some harebrained scheme.
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.
Does he ever smile? Not on many boyfriends, no.
Father of only daughter in one corner,
serious contender in the other.
It could get nasty.
DELYTH: Whose idea was this?
I'm not sure what I'm more offended by,
the attempt to warn me off or the feeble way 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?
Megan, I couldn't care less if he's had 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.
(SIGHS) Why doesn't someone open a bottle of wine or something?
And, by the way,
you don't need a comma after "Hepworth" and before "and."
Totally redundant.
Mother.
It 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.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS Oh, mine.
Barnaby.
Sir, I think I've just found what we're looking for.
Have you? Where are you?
'The surgery.' Meet us at the office.
I'll stop off there for a minute on my way home.
Just as I'd hoped, sir, there was a file that hasn't been fully deleted.
This looks like a transfer request
for ã30,000. Where to?
Well, that's where I'm still struggling.
"Tikamgarh chhatarpur panna sarna collab."
It doesn't sound like a line from Myfanwy, sir.
No, it's sweeter music than that.
Oh, Stephens!
Good work!
There you are! Hello, 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.
The slabs go down tomorrow. Yeah.
These are they, are they? Same as the others. Good.
In fact, they're absolutely identical.
Same swirl, dip, lines. 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 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 roofing slates.
After you.
How kind, sir.
Got it.
Miss Mostyn, can you tell us what that is, please?
A 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 ã30,000 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 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.
You 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 ã25,000 for David, are you?
I know he's asked his father for it,
and I 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 ã50, certainly ã30,000,
let alone quarter of a million.
Are you saying that my children killed Alan Delaney?
Well, Mrs Mostyn, we cannot rule out that possibility.
But to help us do so, tell us where David is.
Jones,
the trip to Snowdonia tomorrow...
The ramble? The ramble.
Most of our main suspects will all be gathered together in one place.
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're gonna 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.
I've got enough on my plate without losing you.
That could almost have been a compliment.
Almost.
Sut mae, Huw?
Sut mae?
It seems like our Delyth's got herself mixed up in some trouble
back there in England.
None of my business now, Bryn.
No, but er...
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.
Miss Tidyman? I'm Detective Chief Inspector Barnaby
from Causton CID.
May I come in, please?
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 look round?
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do! 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?
Ooh, 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.
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
OK, Jones, go hide the car.
And perhaps Miss Tidyman
will be kind enough to put the kettle on for us.
CAR APPROACHES
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 are 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 are you coming to Wales?
Wales? You mean this isn't the No.19 to Causton?
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 a case we've got.
And I like my coffee black, no sugar.
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?
That's what we're here to find out.
Yes, well, I'd prefer it if we confine ourselves
to the ã30,000 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.
Oh...
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.
I strongly recommend... Be quiet, Justin.
Can't you see what he's doing? He's using Harriet...
Mr Pickard,
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. LAUGHTER
Good morning.
How can we help you?
I'd like a few words with Delyth, if that's all right with her.
Jim Kirkwood.
Hello, Huw.
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 ã250,000...
..against my mother's cottage, which...
I told her it 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, yes?
And you couldn't allow that to happen, could you?
So that was your motive
for killing James Kirkwood.
What? Hold on a sec.
I don't want my mother to go off tripping round the world, no,
but murder?
Do me a favour. Besides,
I wouldn't have mistaken Delaney for Kirkwood.
No, but someone working for you might have done.
You mean now I'm employing hit men?
Look, I wanted the money, yes.
I...I tried Harriet,
my mother, my father. Dad even said I should ask Bryn, for God's sake!
Bryn? 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.
Because they're not real. They're a dust, sort of glued together.
It's big business, apparently.
Started off by your friends, the Welsh.
With 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 ever 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 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's marrying a doctor.
He already knows.
DOG BARKS
Stephens, get onto the Aerial Support Unit.
I'm going to North Wales.
And get onto the Welsh Office.
I want to know if Marchogwr Allt, the slate quarry, has been given a grant.
The amount, conditions, chapter and verse. All right? Yes, sir.
Jones. 'This is DS Jones.
Please leave a message.' VOICEMAIL BEEP
Jones, don't let Kirkwood out of your sight!
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.
He says you can blame us for what we've done,
but not for what they've done.
Sounds good.
Wish it was true.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Stephens.
'Sir, info from the Welsh Office.'
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.
Er... Ladies and gents!
Hello!
Can you hang on just for a few minutes?
We'll wait for the stragglers to catch up.
They're getting on like a house on fire.
Good.
Thirsty work, this...boyo.
So...
..people do this for a hobby, eh?
Ah, it's a great country though, eh?
You're not going all Welsh on me, are you?
We were blessed, weren't we?
Up and down it like a yo-yo when you were kids, Del says.
I'll show you the playground. Thank you.
We didn't realise how lucky we were.
You don't when you're kids.
James? Oh. Thanks.
Thank you.
Right, now can you all bunch up?
Yes, that's right. Now we want great big smiles.
Um... Sergeant, could you do the honours, please?
There we are. Now, it's that little button there.
OK. And smile.
Where's Dr Kirkwood?
When did you see him last?
I saw him a minute or two ago in the back with Bryn.
Bryn said he was going home. MOBILE PHONE RINGS
'You have one new message.'
BARNABY: 'Jones, don't let Kirkwood out of your sight!'
Mrs Mostyn, Dr Kirkwood's number, please.
Sorry.
RINGING TONE 'This is DS Jones.
Please leave a message.'
RINGING TONE It's ringing.
Thank you.
Down there...that's my house.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Come on!
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
'This is Jones, sir.
Kirkwood and Bryn Williams, they've both gone missing.'
We started out at 2:30 from Gorffwysfa.
G-O-R-F-F-W-Y-S-F-A.
Map reference: 6-4-7-5-5-7,
heading up the Miner's Track.
Yes, got it. Thank you, Jones. Got it.
We're looking for two males, last seen...around this area.
Where my thumb is. There you go.
OK, sir. Got it.
We've reached Llyn Tevyn, heading for Llyn Llydaw.
Kirkwood was last seen walking with Bryn Williams
on a path, about 10 minutes ago.
'Good. Stay on the phone, Jones. Keep this line open.'
PILOT: That's them. Down there, sir.
No, not those two. Those are my men.
There! There they are! Those two!
Jones, go to your left.
Go to your left about 100 metres. Go to your left.
100 metres down there.
Williams!
Good work!
TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS
Bryn Williams' pick-up. Found it in one of the outbuildings. Cleaned.
And Dr Kirkwood? He's fine, sir.
At the local hospital, being checked out.
Mrs Mostyn is with him.
And Williams? We're holding him here
until the police doctor's given him a mental assessment.
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?
(CHUCKLES)
With honest, school teacher 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.
Can't see Del 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.
Then she adds insult to injury.
DELYTH: 'Bryn, it's me again.
Just a rider to the news I gave you earlier.
He's a doctor.
Bryn, are you OK about that?'
'That's fine, Del, fine.'
Let bygones be bygones, eh?
BARNABY: But you didn't mean it.
No.
And he's not only a doctor, he's a rich doctor.
Solved all her financial problems at a stroke.
Get rid of him, though, and she'd sell you the land.
Only you murdered the wrong man.
I shan't waste any sleep over him.
KNOCK 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 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.
Take it.
Hi, Dad.
Case all sorted?
Yes.
Known in the trade...as a result. Mwah!
As indeed is this, by the looks of things!
Ooh!
Oh, that's very nice!
Very nice indeed.
And all for under 50 quid!
Well, thank you. Thank you both very much.
You're welcome.
Bet it took you more than an hour, eh?
Are you happy, Joyce? Yes, very.
Well, if we had a bigger table, we could have had supper out here.
I only wish we'd 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!
Now that is what I call a result.
This patio may prove more expensive than I thought.
Thank you.
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