♪
[Breathes deeply]
♪
New day. New dawn.
♪
Oh, come on, Dad. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Liam: Let's hope so.
♪
Man: Morning.
♪
Hello?
Is everything alright?
Hello?
Is everything okay?
[Gasps]
♪
Everything alright, sir?
Oh, I've had better starts to my day.
And I'm only on 66 steps.
Have a 10,000 target, right?
Whoo! That'll put hairs on your chest.
Hey, Jamie. Can't stop. Picking up Betty from a sleepover.
Don't forget, we're at the climbing wall party later.
We're on a health kick.
Please feel free to join in.
I'm good. Thanks.
Right. Let's get started.
♪
[Camera shutter clicks]
♪
We could drive into the village, you know. We're electric.
Thinking of your steps, sir.
Those kind of footprints are allowed.
The victim's Danny Tarleton,
28-year-old dairy farmer who was out jogging.
Body found by Lana Markham two hours ago.
Oh, there's a chili competition.
Nothing I like more than a bit of spicy food. You?
More of a sushi man, myself.
♪
[Camera shutter clicking]
♪
[Engine rumbling loudly]
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
Before you ask,
weather vane pointing very much through the heart.
Sharp force injury. Single thrust. Anterior chest.
Body's still warm. No rigor.
I'd say time of death within the last three hours.
Oh, and, uh, there's something else.
Not your typical jogging accessory.
I've heard of people running with weights, but
pair of slippers?
DCI Barnaby. DS Winter. I gather you found the body.
What were you doing out here so early?
I'm a meteorologist and climate campaigner.
I have equipment all over the valley.
Did you know Mr. Tarleton well?
Fair to say, we weren't close.
Danny was a petrol head who hated the village's
green conversion. One of the few that resisted it.
Locked horns with Brian constantly.
Brian? Havergal.
Him and his wife, Dixie, fully embraced the green initiative.
Help me to convince everyone -- most people
that Goodman's Land was precious.
When exactly did the village go green?
Three years ago. I believe the village
can be used to illustrate how climate change can be reversed.
And is the environmental debate still an issue?
Look, I like Brian, but he tends to be a bit domineering,
imposes fines and penalties if people break the rules.
Tensions are running high,
especially with the impending sale of the village.
We're being bought by a Texan, Rooster Harlin III.
How do you mean being bought?
The entire village and the land it's on.
A lease dating back centuries has run out.
Deposit's already paid.
Fair to assume some people aren't happy about that,
you included.
They're called the Dark Ages for a reason.
New owner's an oilman. Couldn't be less green if he tried.
The weather vane, you recognize it?
Looks like the one from Birch Barn.
There's a student living there at the moment.
Why kill someone with a weather vane?
The victim clearly wasn't a fan of all things eco.
Or maybe it's got something to do with the climate issue.
Or somebody hoping we'll think that.
Check out Lana Markham and pay a visit
to the student in the barn.
I'll talk to the victim's father.
♪
Morning, Aldo.
Oh, come on now. Don't be like that, mate.
♪
Once more unto the breach.
♪
Aldo's grumpy as ever.
Well, it's not our fault his butcher's gone under.
I mean, no one likes to see a business close down,
but he's had three years to try and make it work,
and he's had the chance to change like everyone else.
I don't think my recent sanctions
have helped his mood, though.
He broke the rules again. You did what you had to do.
You banned him from the pub quiz,
and you rationed his toilet roll.
He'll get over it. Oh, I don't know.
I also threatened to block his deliveries.
But he's not the only one.
I mean, the Cottinghams are still using their hot tub
and refusing to pay the fines.
And the Deans left their lights on last night.
They know the rules. The curfew is 7:00.
Lights off for everyone, including us.
[Coughing] Oh, Dixie, darling, go easy.
It's not life or death, you know.
It blooming well is.
In this village, status is everything.
Oh, there's my gorgeous girl.
Huh? Sorry. What?
Your mother was just saying how lovely you looked.
They're all ethically approved
salon and thingamabobs, I take it?
'Course. Good.
Right. I'm off to the barn in a sec.
Are you okay to give me a hand with a chili competition?
And what do these nails say to you?
Don't get triggered.
You know I have to look my absolute best for my socials.
I've got a campaign to run.
Oh, God. Mum!
Not this again. You might be happy
jumping into bed with the American, but I'm not.
Well, he has to stay somewhere.
And if he's going to buy the village, we need
to keep on his good side. See the whites of his eyes.
Yeah, well, I am going to give a Rooster a roasting
and a Havergal welcome to remember,
which will be going live. Oh, do you
have to do that, darling? We don't want to upset him.
That's exactly what I want to do.
I'm an influencer, so I'm going to use my platform
to raise awareness of me.
And of course what this village is actually achieving here.
Just go back to your chili sauce
or whatever it is you're doing.
♪
Watch: You have reached 2,556 steps.
Good job.
♪
Liam: Didn't have a bad bone in his body, that lad.
Loved life. Kept fit.
Out early doors come rain or shine.
Same route.
So his route would have been familiar to others.
Did you see Danny this morning? How was he?
He was a bit hung over, but fine.
Looking forward to the arrival of the new guy in town.
Oh, yes, Rooster Harlin III.
Danny was confident that Rooster would return the village
to how it was before all this eco madness.
You're not a fan of the village's
green revolution, then? We're dairy farmers.
Were. When everything was ranked green,
it hit us bad. We lost everything. Not just us.
Aldo McLean recently lost his butchers.
Presumably, changing your old ways
was difficult and expensive.
Dairy cattle are often treated with antiseptics and fungicides.
There are alternatives, but they're pricy.
We did our best. It was never enough for the Havergals.
Don't you get on?
Not anymore.
They own the pub. Out like they run the village.
All the deliveries go to the pub.
So you name it, they order it in for us.
Even tell us what to wipe our backsides with.
Brian's a control freak. Thinks he owns the place, literally.
This whole scheme,
it's changed him.
Not for the best.
Tell me about the lease on the village.
It dates back 850 years but will expire
unless someone proves a claim on the land.
But no one can.
There's a local legend that the lease has been overruled,
that one family does have a legitimate
right of ownership in perpetuity.
Based on what?
Medieval documents
that no one's ever seen,
that maybe never existed.
Some years back, the Havergals asked me to help prove
it was them. But I could find no evidence.
I see.
Might I take a look around your son's room?
Yeah.
♪
Reduce, reuse, recycle me nothing.
No. Appearance is everything.
Clearly.
Can we go? I hate coming here.
Not flashy enough for you?
Can't you get a phone like the rest of us
so I can call you at least?
Village's e-waste is down 40% from last year.
Yeah, whatever. I think you'll find that phones
are pretty useful when it comes to changing the world.
And shoes. Shoes would be good.
I like to stay grounded. Question is,
do you want to change the world, or are you just pretending?
[Scoffs]
Fake and single.
Not a good vibe.
Don't you judge me, barefoot boy.
You think you know me, but you don't.
Come on. We've got content to film.
♪
Danny's passion.
♪
John: Designs for a race track,
in the greenest village in Midsomer.
His dream.
He was hoping Rooster would fund it.
♪
Was your son in a relationship?
Definitely not.
I'd have known.
I see.
And I take it you don't know who these belong to?
♪
Detective Sergeant Winter, Causton CID.
Oh. Please, come on in.
Wow.
Wish my halls of residence looked like this.
I have funding from Tokyo University for my PhD
on the fragility of ecosystems in and around Goodman's Land.
Quite a long way to come.
Tokyo to Midsomer.
Worth it, though.
I've only been here a couple of days,
but the area is fascinating.
Truly fascinating. I can explain if you want.
Maybe another time.
But what I would like is you to explain where you were
first thing this morning.
Collecting soil samples.
I like to go out as soon as it's light.
You didn't take a weather vane with you,
by any chance, did you,
or notice that the one on your roof is missing?
Uh, it was there last night.
You didn't see or hear anyone in the vicinity overnight?
No.
♪
Thank you very much.
Winter. Found proposed race track plans.
And some women's shoes were in Danny Tarleton's wardrobe.
I've given them to forensic. Size 5,
whereas the trainers he was jogging in
were size 9 or 10 at least.
Well spotted, sir.
I'm a detective, Winter. observation is everything.
See if we can find out who those shoes belong to.
Liam Tarleton has no idea.
I want to have a word with the Havergals.
How was your student?
Oh, intense. I'll check him out with his uni.
Aldo: Bog off, you bunch of woke fueled snowflakes.
Nothing wrong with a bog, Aldo.
Wholesome. Natural. Organic.
Unlike you and your fake extensions.
You're a disgrace, you know that?
Wielding your unwelcome influence.
Destroying livelihoods. Get that thing out of my face!
Okay, okay, okay.
Emotions are clearly running high.
Do you mind telling me why?
I came up here to welcome Rooster.
Yeah, well, we're here to send the rooster packing.
Yeah. This is our land.
Why? Why, what am I missing? Why here?
He only ever travels by helicopter.
He's known for it.
This is the only place he can land.
Not if we can stand in the way.
Here's the truth about Harlin.
Lied about fossil fuels, lost court cases, lost his soul.
Sold it, more like.
Oh, get off your high horse, Harper.
What do you know about souls?
Says the butcher.
Or should I say ex-butcher?
Butchering has been my whole life.
Or it wasn't until this lot stuck their oar in.
Do you know how much it costs
to source and transport organic meat?
[Giggles]
Sneer all you like.
Didn't stop you eating my meat for years, did it?
God, he totally gives me the ick.
Right, I've heard enough. We're going to need
your names and details from all of you
about your whereabouts this morning.
Danny Tarleton's been killed.
♪
[Southern American accent] Can I be of assistance, ma'am?
My name's Rooster.
Red Rooster Harlin III. Pleasure's all mine.
♪
Find out everything we can about Tobit Seaton,
Harper Havergal, and Aldo McLean.
Just take this down the road to the barn
as quick as you can. Thanks very much.
Mr. Havergal?
DCI Barnaby, DS Winter. We need to ask you a few questions.
Of course. Oh, is this about Danny? Harper, my daughter,
just called me. Terrible news. Awful.
Howdy, y'all. Say, is one of you gentlemen
Mr. Brian Havergal, pub landlord?
I am. Can you get this little old lady a drink?
She seems to have taken quite a turn.
Less of the old, you oily brute.
Sounds like my ex-wives.
Mr. Harlin, I believe.
We heard you were arriving by helicopter.
Oh, too flash, too windy. Those days are gone.
DCI Barnaby. Sergeant Winter.
My, oh, my. Glory be.
Slap my thighs, and call me Betsy.
Are you two a pair of genuine, bona fide Sherlock Holmes?
Not exactly, but we are investigating a murder.
Wonderful! Tell me, do you wear a Deerstalker?
Not as a rule.
Heck. Can I be of assistance? Who died?
Name's Danny Tarleton. Do you know him?
I can't say that I do, Watson.
Or are you Holmes?
Perhaps we could all go inside, Mr. Havergal.
Hell, yes! I can't wait for a pint of God's earth.
♪
John: We think Mr. Tarleton's death
could have something to do with your arrival, Mr. Harlin.
You're quite a divisive figure.
I'm a pussycat when you get to know me.
And I can assure you I have no plans
to change this village one iota.
Liar!
My daughter, Harper.
Nice to meet you, ma'am. And I'm no liar.
I fell in love with this place. Why would I want to change it?
How about because you're the devil incarnate
when it comes to pollution and climate change?
Or how about Mr. Tarleton's plans
to build a motor racing circuit?
That would count as quite a change, don't you think?
Did you know anything about that?
Can't say that I did.
Why would we believe you, you fat cat
American capitalist cretin?!
I just love the way you guys speak!
[Laughs] Is that William Shakespeare,
or just a good, old fashioned Anglo-Saxon insult?
Are you for real? Is he for real?
Enough, Miss Havergal.
Yee-haw! Spoken like a true sheriff.
Mighty fine chili! Give it a try?
See what you Brits is made of. What do you say?
I say we might have to warn Dixie that she has a challenger.
♪
Nice one, deputy.
Well done. Winter. May I?
♪
Have you any idea how long you're planning to stay--
[Coughing]
♪
Cheers.
[Groans]
[Hoarsely] Find out everything you can about our larger-
than-life Texan friend with the asbestos mouth.
He's playing us, sir.
Very possibly. [Coughing]
Are you okay, sir?
Of course I am. Clearly just got a rogue chili.
Either that or you need to get your mouth insured.
Sir? Hmm?
Just got a little --
Sir?
You think this is where Danny Tarleton's getting his slippers?
Why take women's slippers out of the recycling?
Maybe he's got a thing about women's shoes, sir.
This is the master bedroom.
Oh, mighty fine room.
Also happens to be the room
where my husband's ancestors used to sleep.
Hot dang. For real?
Yeah, this building's been in Brian's family for generations.
It dates back to the 12th century.
His ancestor, Arthur Havergal, gave the village its name,
Goodman's Land.
He was the "good man" who looked after the villagers.
I mean, the Havergals, well, they are the village.
Why, that's fascinating.
I reckon I'll sleep like the dead tonight,
jet lag and all.
Ma'am, I just love your history,
even if it is all in the past now.
The past is, after all, another country.
Not here, it isn't.
Might I ask you a question?
Can you tell me where Miss Lana Markham lives?
Lana? Yeah.
She lives in Rose cottage across the street just opposite.
Why?
I believe that's between me and Miss Markham, ma'am.
There's no need to call me ma'am.
Your Highness will do nicely.
[Laughs]
♪
I haven't got time to go through these. One's for Aldo.
Can you take a look?
Yeah. Go on then.
♪
[Camera shutter clicking]
♪
Rooster: Miss Markham?
Lana?
♪
Let's see.
"Can we meet?
Rooster Harlin.
0-7.
8-6."
♪
No fingerprints on the weather vane.
Anything on the slippers?
Not so much the slippers, but the shoes, yes.
All the shoes in the victim's wardrobe are size 5.
And judging from
the hallux valgus impressions on the shoes --
The hallux what? Bunions to you.
I'd say they belong to the same woman.
Interesting,
although his father said that Danny wasn't in a relationship.
And the shoes weren't his size.
Maybe he was a foot fetishist.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
I never jump to anything, especially conclusions.
His wallet had a membership card for a foot fetish club,
Achilles Heel. He was a fully paid up member.
Maybe someone disapproved.
One other thing.
Sarah asked me to remind you.
♪
Think of it as brunch.
♪
Oh, this is yours. I have mine.
What have you found out about our Texan?
Oh, there's loads of stuff.
Not all positive, I'm sure.
No, he certainly was the worst kind of old school oilman.
But to be honest, I'm not sure how he's paying for the village.
He's been fined repeatedly by regulators
for failing to declare emissions.
It's cost him millions of dollars.
His biggest critic was a fellow Texan called Dougie Duke.
Maybe we should contact him.
If only. He's completely fallen off the radar.
Then there's something else.
Tech are sending through Danny Tarleton's photos and texts,
but his e-mail shows a long exchange with Rooster Harlin.
The discussions were well under way
about the motor racing circuit.
So Mr. Harlin is definitely lying
about no change for the village.
Okay.
What is it? Ahem.
Compromising photographs of Harper Havergal
and Danny Tarleton. He was --
He was threatening to go public unless she paid him money.
♪
What are you actually doing here?
Lana, isn't it?
Research into climate change.
You know that's what I do, right?
I don't want or need you interfering with years of work.
Understood? Do yourself a favor and stay out of my way.
♪
I don't mean to bother you at this difficult time, but, um...
Do you recognize this man?
Liam: Yes. Name is Dougie Duke.
I did some local history work with him. Why?
No, no, no, no, never mind why for now.
When did you last see him?
No offense, Mr. Harlin, but now
really isn't a good time.
I get it.
Loss of a child goes against the natural order of life.
Hopes. Dreams. Future.
But if I can level with you...
there's something about this village I'm about to buy
that's a little off right now,
and it seems to me we both need answers.
I was wondering if you could help me with this.
I can't make head nor tail of it.
It's medieval documents, mainly.
♪
Oh. Sorry -- I'm sorry.
I wasn't looking.
My fault.
Oh. You must be Ken from Tokyo.
The student, right?
Harper Havergal, as in the Havergals.
Yeah, I'm like an influencer, so I've heard loads about you.
village goss and all. It seems we have loads in common.
I love Tokyo, and I love technology.
And I love mango.
Uh...Manga -- Manga?
Yeah.
And you like all things green.
As do I. So, what do you say?
Mojito, pub, 7:00?
Sounds good. Yeah. I'll be there.
Content to edit first.
I'm not really a fan of social media.
Digital distractions wreak havoc with fragile egos.
See you at 7:00.
♪
Has a package arrived for me?
Sure has.
All set for tomorrow's competition, are we?
I'm really looking forward to it.
You haven't got a cat's chance in hell of winning.
We'll see, won't we?
Yes, we will.
Mr. Harlin? Aldo McLean.
A pleasure and a delight to meet you.
Oh, bless your heart. How y'all doing?
Good, good!
If you need anyone to help you with anything,
anything at all, I'm your man.
Well, actually, there is something you could do for me,
in return for a fee, of course.
I need to know how truly green the village really is,
or if they're pretending.
Could you possibly help me with that?
My pleasure. This lot aren't as squeaky clean
as they'd like to make out, if you know what I mean.
Well, this ain't my first rodeo, Al.
But you gather the dirt, my friend,
and maybe we can discuss it over a pint of wallop.
Oh, a pint, a pint. Of course.
Hey, you are -- You're going to turn the clock back, aren't you?
Eh, maybe more forwards than backwards.
♪
Rooster: Just me.
So far, so good.
All going to plan.
This lot are all hat and no cattle.
Aah!
♪
So that's the latest on
Harper Havergal brings down the slimeball oilman
and conquers the -- the world.
We need to ask you a couple of questions.
Did you know Danny Tarleton intimately?
If by intimately you mean were we in a situationship,
then yes.
Sorry. What?
Less than a relationship, more than casual sex.
Standard. Or pretty vanilla, actually.
Which would explain the explicit
photos of you on his phone.
Oh, those? Yeah,
loser tried to do a number on me.
Threatened to "expose" me. Like I cared.
Danny was a fantasist who used people,
played them, or tried to.
Trust me. Didn't even register.
I didn't care about him.
Quite a thick skin you've got there.
And if he had gone public? All for it.
Would have just brought more followers to the yard.
Easy gains. Major influence on my social sphere
equals account growth, revenue, and job offers around the world.
So presumably they were your size 5 shoes
we found in his wardrobe.
You're joking, right?
Never went near his place.
I'm a size 6 anyway.
Did you know anything about his plans
for a motor racing circuit in the village?
What? No.
No. Like I said, he was full of it. He liked to blag.
I see. And the --
The green agenda in the village, you're fronting the fight.
So where does Lana Markham fit in?
She started everything, I suppose.
But you're not a fan?
'Course I am. She's the real deal.
She's just a tough act to follow.
♪
I've heard about the great British hospitality.
But a dead rat?
Where I come from, that is not a sign of welcome.
It's not here, either.
Any idea who might have put it there?
Well, of course not. Could have been anyone.
I mean, all the rooms are accessible from down here,
and he's not popular. No offense.
A little taken.
Lying doesn't exactly help.
Pardon me?
The motor racing circuit you denied all knowledge of.
We've seen your e-mails with Danny Tarleton.
They make for interesting reading.
Especially the bit when you ask him to keep schtum.
Dixie: Yeah, well, that didn't work.
Danny was in here last night mouthing off about it.
We thought he was having us on
until he started waving plans around.
Did you know that? No, sirree, Bob.
It wasn't me who silenced him, if that's your angle.
I agreed to nothing.
So what? I looked at his big plans.
He wasn't the only one.
Hell, my laptop blew up with e-mails.
I made a decision to be nice to everybody.
Keeping them sweet whilst you get
your feet firmly under the table.
I simply asked for discretion.
What did Mr. Tarleton say specifically
about the motor racing circuit?
That he was going to dig up the field where Tobit lives.
Finishing line straight through his shack.
Tobit lost it. Spitting nails, he was.
[Cellphone chimes] We'll need a word with him.
♪
Can I help you?
Ah.
Miss Kilcannon, maybe you can.
Someone put a rat in Mr. Harlin's bedroom.
Wouldn't be you by any chance, would it?
No, it wasn't me. I get squeamish around rats.
But, um, you're a taxidermist.
Have you been doing the taxidermy long?
Ever since the village went eco.
Before that, I ran the local garage, but that had to go.
Well, that must have been inconvenient.
Not really. Who am I to stand in the way of progress?
Besides, I've always been a fan of recycling.
They're roadkill, mainly.
Ah.
Have you sold many?
Yes, plenty.
Well, sort of.
No.
Three ravens. But they had maggots,
so old Reggie the fisherman took them.
Nice shoes.
Did you know Danny Tarleton well?
No more than anyone else.
♪
Winter, get me everything you can on Ginny Kilcannon.
♪
[Humming indistinctly]
Ah, yes.
Oh.
[Humming indistinctly]
[Singing indistinctly]
[Scatting]
♪
Glasgow.
We need to talk about Dougie Duke.
Tomb in the churchyard. What he found out.
I'll see you in 10.
♪
Winter: First Danny Tarleton and now his father.
Think it's some kind of vendetta against the Tarletons?
Possibly. But we also know that Mr. Tarleton
had been looking into the land claim on the village.
And let's not forget, he's the current chili eating champion.
Penetrating injury of the left anterior triangle
reaching the internal carotid artery and jugular vein.
Time of death, within the hour.
Murder weapon?
Yes.
An AeroCone, I believe.
A meteorological tool for measuring rain.
Well, that can only belong to Lana Markham or Ken Makoto.
But they leave their equipment out and about
so anyone could find them,
which doesn't exactly narrow things down.
Did he have a phone on him?
No sign of one.
We'll get on to the service provider. Yeah.
And I still need to speak to Tobit Seaton.
You keep an eye on Rooster.
All is not what it seems with him.
♪
Where did you say you went this morning?
Um --
The gas guzzler?!
And you didn't go to the eco salon.
I -- Don't even think about lying.
I've already called them.
And? W-What is this? How are we supposed to uphold
standards if our own daughter
keeps flouting the rules? We're the Havergals!
We have to set an example.
You know, I fine people for breaking the rules.
And what does that say about you, huh? What example?
Spying on people? Spying on your own daughter?
Now, that -- That is a new low.
We're the Have-- The Havergals. Yes.
Yes, I know. I've known nothing else.
I've grown up with that.
Family first, protect the name, honor, obey.
Like I really care.
Don't you?
No. No, no.
I'll have you know, my socials are off the scale.
I can go anywhere I want.
Paris. Dubai.
Should have gone ages ago.
Me and your mum don't know why you haven't.
We're not stopping you.
We've always said you could be what you wanted to be.
Whatever. I'm out of here now.
Oh, Harper. Oh, plea--
♪
[Watch chimes]
Watch:You have reached your target. Keep up the good work.
♪
Thank you.
A lovely spot. You're clearly very committed.
How do you get on with Miss Havergal?
Meaning she isn't?
Oh, let's just say she cuts quite a different figure.
We have our moments, but we rub along.
As long as she doesn't have to come down here.
She hates it here.
Why is that, I wonder?
Says it's too green and natural.
She's too obsessed with her phone to appreciate nature,
or anyone, anyway.
You're quite a varied bunch, aren't you?
You, Harper Havergal, Miss Markham?
How do those two get on?
I mean, talk about different vibes.
Polar opposites. They used to be friends, though,
till things changed. Lana changed.
Go on.
Uh, Lana was our inspiration.
Passionate, a real force of nature.
And pretty damn cool to hang with.
Wanted to make a difference, you know.
And then her heart got broken.
Guy called Dougie.
Dougie? Dougie Duke, by any chance?
Uh, think so.
American. Good bloke. He used to live here before me.
What happened to him?
Did a runner.
Lana never got over it.
About this place, I gather you --
You weren't happy with Danny Tarleton
announcing his plans for a motor racing circuit.
That would have quite a carbon footprint, wouldn't it?
If he started to dig up this field,
you'd lose your Garden of Eden.
Maybe. Maybe not. I have rights.
Do you?
I'm guessing you don't have a tenancy agreement.
If this land belongs to Rooster Harlin
and he's in favor -- It's not going to happen.
Particularly now that Danny and his father are dead.
Call it karma.
I'd rather call it murder.
♪
I believe that the earth is sacred.
I believe that life is sacred.
I'm an activist, not a murderer.
♪
Winter, where's Mr. Harlin?
We need to speak to him about Dougie Duke.
He's meeting with Lana Markham.
Rooster: I'm sorry! Uh, I --
She's not happy about it.
I'm on my way.
Hang on -- I don't know who you are
or what you want, but you have no right
coming here showing me that photo.
Is this some kind of bad joke?
No. I had no intention of upsetting you.
I'm sorry about that.
You two know each other? No, we don't.
No, we were just introducing ourselves.
Oh, to see if you have anything in common,
like an American called Dougie, perhaps?
Dougie Duke?
He's quite a critic of you, Mr. Harlin. Care to share?
Dougie is my brother.
Dougie Duke Harlin. He dropped the Harlin
because he was ashamed of me.
He came here to look into our family history.
That was four years ago. I haven't seen him since.
And, Miss Markham, your connection?
Dougie and I were involved. We instantly hit it off.
Kept it quiet, but we were together
for best part of a year. Till he upped and left.
When was that? When did you last see him?
He left just before we launched
the green initiative for the village.
What made him leave?
Dougie lived life off the grid,
especially when it came to commitment.
I wanted more, gave him an ultimatum,
and the next morning, he was gone.
I only have one regret in life.
Me and Dougie never saw things eye to eye.
I came here hoping maybe we could work things through.
We had very different outlooks on life.
Mainly about oil?
Dougie was an environmentalist
before anyone in Texas had even heard of the word.
But one thing we always agreed on was that one day,
we'd check out our English heritage.
I hoped maybe by coming here, I might find him.
Miss Markham, do you have any idea
where Dougie might have gone?
He was on his way to Greece when he arrived here.
I always assumed that's where he'd gone.
We can check. Even people who live off-grid leave a trail.
Not our Dougie.
I tried to track him down. Nothing.
Way I see it, maybe if I lived here,
one day, he might come back,
just to box my ears, if nothing else.
[Chuckles]
Winter, check Tarleton's farmhouse.
Yes, sir.
♪
[Footsteps]
♪
Oh.
This is no time to play hide and seek, Winter.
You find anything?
Yes, that Liam Tarleton was looking into
the Harlin family history.
And the immigration office got back to me.
So, there is record of Dougie arriving in the UK
but not leaving.
So if he is living off the grid, he's still in the UK.
All roads lead back to the Harlins.
Something to mull overnight.
Well, let's pick it up in the morning.
Sir.
[Clears throat]
Are you cheating?
Would I? Yes, you would!
Nonsense. I'll have you know
that I have done a whopping -- Drum roll, please --
[Imitates fanfare playing]
Watch: You have done 43 steps. 43 steps.
Oh, hang on, what's going on here?
No, the -- the -- the app must have broken.
It was over 11,000 last time I looked.
I don't believe a word of it. 43? You've barely moved.
I've been traipsing up hill and down dale
all over Goodman's Land.
There's two dead bodies and a lot of ground to cover.
DCI John Barnaby,
inventing murders just so you can cover the fact
that you've been a couch potato all day?
Whereas I'm on 23,264.
Betty was on fine form today.
I think that's why she's crashed out now.
♪
Two of a kind.
♪
[Imitating rooster crowing]
What was that? Oh, I do apologize.
That's my routine.
Every morning, the rooster crows.
[Laughs]
♪
You okay, sir?
Oh, I will be if this thing works.
I had to download a new app.
Now this one gives you a heart rate, calories burned, altitude.
You never know. [Watch chimes]
Oh, here you go, its first message.
"Hi, Speedy."
Speedy? Yeah.
You accidentally forgot your juices.
Oh. It's juice fasting day today.
No solids. So be warned, he might be grumpy.
He's always grumpy.
A few things, sir. I finally heard back from Tokyo Uni.
They confirmed that Ken Makoto is a PhD student there.
But guess what his PhD is about?
Oh, I know that, Winter.
It's something to do with ecosystems in the area.
No. The economic expansion of the cobalt industry
in Uzbekistan.
So he's lying about his PhD.
I'll speak to him.
And another thing.
Lana Markham has been in a very public battle
with the Department of Climate Change,
accusing them of ignoring her research,
saying that she gets a better hearing abroad.
Why might that be relevant?
Because she does. There's an environmental group
that's been championing her research in Austin, Texas.
Rooster's hometown.
Coincidence?
I doubt it.
Find out everything you can about the environmental group --
board members, trustees.
Oh, and Danny Tarleton's bank records
show regular deposits from Ginny Kilcannon.
Why would she be doing that, I wonder?
Well, first thing's first. Greasy spoon on Causton Lane.
I need a bacon butty.
[Chuckles] Sir.
♪
[Murmurs sleepily]
♪
[Camera shutter clicking]
♪
[Sniffs]
Mmm, smells strong and aromatic.
It is. I brew it very slowly. Please, be my guest.
Oh, no. Most kind.
But I'm afraid I'm rationing my intake.
I --
Oh, why not?
How's the PhD going?
Well, it's rich territory.
Forgive my ignorance, but how does research
into ecosystems in this area factor into
a PhD on the cobalt industry in Uzbekistan?
A long way from Midsomer to Uzbekistan.
It's hard to explain.
Indeed. Try.
♪
Climate change research is a delicate subject.
I'm using Goodman's Land as a test case.
A microcosm, if you like, for global strategy.
My findings might be controversial,
so my faculty suggested I submit a cover title at this stage.
Ah. Lie, you mean.
♪
What happened to the window?
Someone clearly tried to break in.
Why didn't you report it?
I've only just noticed it.
I was out, and no one actually got in.
You know, I see quite a few security systems
and alarms in my line of work,
but I don't think I've ever seen something this high-tech.
♪
Have many visitors?
Uh, no, that's mine from yesterday.
Typical student.
There's nothing typical about you, Mr. Makoto.
♪
What's the blend?
It's called mesquite.
Mesquite.
♪
Give me five. I just need to deal with something, yeah?
Hey.
What happened last night? You stood me up.
Did I?
Yeah. How about tonight instead?
No disrespect.
I just really need someone with his finger on the pulse.
This whole forever-student thing is just not my vibe,
friend or more than.
Sure. No sweat.
Excuse me. Bye.
♪
[Ginny speaking indistinctly]
Ginny: It's do or die time.
Do you want to stop? Have you heard enough?
I'm not going to stop until you tell me.
[Murmuring indistinctly]
Really, really fucked.
[Cash register dinging]
Oh. £100.
I told you it was going up a bit.
♪
Ginny: So what?
I sell shoes online to people who have a foot fetish.
It's not a crime.
John: Indeed not.
You clearly didn't want Tobit Seaton knowing about it.
Why was he following you anyway?
No idea.
I don't trust anyone in this village,
and I didn't want him or anyone else knowing my business.
And yet Danny Tarleton knew. Was he one of your customers?
Danny was the reason I got into it.
I saw him raiding the recycling, and he propositioned me.
Asked me then and there.
In return for money, which you took, because
the taxidermy wasn't thriving. Is that right?
I was broke and had a fabulous wardrobe full of shoes,
and I thought, why not?
Everyone in the village had to do new things.
Be inventive. Turns out there are a lot of Dannys out there.
You have to adapt to survive.
And yet there are regular amounts of money
passing from you to Mr. Tarleton.
Was he blackmailing you?
Yes. I branched out, took my feet global.
People will paid way more than Danny.
Leaving him scrabbling around in the bins again.
He was furious and knew
I didn't want anyone else in the village to know.
So yes, I paid him some of my money to keep him quiet.
That must have been galling.
Did Danny's father find out? Perhaps you silenced
both of them and then tried to make it look like both deaths
were somehow connected to the climate issue.
Look, I sell shoes online.
And, yes, I lobbed a rat into Rooster's bedroom.
But I didn't kill anyone. How could you even think that?
Because, as you say, you've got to adapt to survive.
Watch: Target reached. Well done, Speedy.
♪
Winter: Do you think it could be her?
She's got motive for killing Danny.
She does. But then so does Harper Havergal
and pretty much anyone who's green in the village.
And why would she kill Liam Tarleton?
Where are we at on
the family history papers he was looking at?
Still working on it. Okay. Well, keep at it.
And chase tech about Liam's phone.
I need to speak to Tobit Seaton.
♪
John: Spying on people? Not very ethical or idealistic.
Don't know what you're talking about.
Then allow me to confiscate your camera
and look at everything on it.
What happened to your hand?
Fell over.
It looks like an electric shock mark to me.
Did you try to break into Birch Barn?
We could look for fingerprints
or, to be more precise, footprints.
Or you could start telling the truth.
Why the surveillance?
For the village.
For Brian. To see who's breaking the rules.
And what does Brian do with that information?
He shows them the proof,
Then imposes sanctions or fines them.
The money goes into the pot to help with the eco stuff we need.
An ecologically sound neighborhood watch scheme.
I guess.
Surveillance is one thing, but breaking and entering,
that's a criminal offense.
Why Ken Makoto?
Because he's an outsider to the village.
No one really knows why he's here.
Do you?
No, I do not.
All the same, I'll need to take those pictures
as potential evidence.
♪
Tobit Seaton's camera.
Let's access his photos and see if there are any old ones.
You crack the puzzle yet?
No. I can confirm that Harper Havergal did help
Liam Tarleton and Dougie Harlin with their research.
The handwritten note matched her signature on her website,
but I don't really know what I'm looking for here.
I mean, I was never very good at history, let alone Latin.
Latin? Well, the claim on the land
revolves around a family tomb in the grounds of the church.
These documents that seem to have come from Rooster Harlin,
well, they trump the original lease
to state that the village is owned in perpetuity
by the family named on the tomb.
Which is? Illegible.
What's left looks like M-A, but it's hard to tell,
and the rest of the lettering is obscured,
perhaps deliberately.
Can't be Makoto, can it?
Malcolm?
Oh, and the inscription also says "gratia et dignitas."
"Grace and dignity," Winter.
Yeah, I know, I-I looked it up.
Oh, and I spoke to the owner of Birch Barn
about the security there,
and they apologized that there wasn't any.
So whatever there is, Ken Makoto brought with him.
There's something about him that doesn't add up.
How can a student afford high-tech security?
How sensitive can this research be?
I've already requested his student ID.
Oh, and get this. The environmental group
that published Lana Markham's research?
The one in Texas?
Rooster Harlin recently became a member.
It seems that he had something of a conversion in recent years,
so his environmental credentials
aren't quite as bad as everyone seems to think.
But why let everyone think the opposite? Why not explain?
I'm not sure. Good cover maybe
while he's trying to track down his brother?
[Cellphone chimes]
Ah, coffee.
You're not allowed coffee, sir.
No. Fleur has confirmed that Ken Makoto's coffee
is a special blend made in Austin, Texas.
So -- So Ken has coffee from Texas.
Lana Markham's research has fans there,
and Rooster Harlin lives there.
There must be a connection.
Well, we know there's a connection between
Rooster and Lana because of his brother,
but where does Ken Makoto fit in?
Checking your steps, Speedy?
Checking the time, actually.
The chili competition is about to start,
and I suspect our presence there might be a good idea.
♪
What's going on?
Catching up with Tobit.
Turns out Rooster Harlin is Dougie's brother.
Don't know what Rooster's doing here, though.
Didn't Dougie leg it?
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
Anyway, see you later.
Was it you who took pictures of me and gave them to dad?
They were taken on your camera, right?
We're meant to care for the environment, Harper.
Do something good.
Grubby, though, isn't it? You're a snake,
sneaking about, following me, grassing on people.
You and me were meant to be a team.
I thought you had my back.
You're no better than the rest of us, you know, you and Lana.
You think you are, but you're not.
I am, Harper.
I'm way better than you, 'cause I'm genuine,
and I'll stop at nothing to promote the cause.
It's called commitment, and it's called
being authentic.
[Chuckles]
Whatever.
♪
[Indistinct conversations]
♪
Oh. Just warming up for the big event.
Hey, you participating?
No, I think I'll skip this one.
[Chuckles]
Dixie: It's one thing losing to Liam Tarleton,
but losing to a Texan? Imagine the shame.
You'll be fine, darling. Don't you worry.
You're hotter than a burnt bagel.
Final entry? Aldo's all-time greats.
Time to find out who the winner is.
Those aren't allowed, I'm afraid.
Why? Is this a fix, what with Brian in charge?
Now, you know I'm trustworthy.
Unlike you.
Here's what was in that package that was sent to you.
Manufactured capsicum to make your chilies hotter
by unnatural and illegal means.
Those are banned. So are you.
Not participating in the competition?
Too busy saving the world, right?
You trying to bait me?
No.
I'm trying to build a bridge with you.
I'm not good with bridges. Best leave it.
The thing is -- I said just leave it.
♪
Champion chili eating contestants,
take your places, please.
♪
Oh, come, now, we need more than three.
We've got three seats to fill. Who else will go?
Come on, let's fill them up. Ladies, come on.
Any more for me? Yeah. Thank you very much.
How marvelous. And you, sir, with your red chili -- No?
I believe we have Detective Sergeant Winter to join us.
You can -- You can complete the lineup.
Now, Mr. Harlin, would you be so kind as to do the honors?
I'd love to.
♪
I'll show you, Dixie Havergal.
You can't do that, Aldo. You're banned.
Watch me!
[Grunting]
♪
[Groaning]
♪
[Choking]
♪
Fleur: I need to confirm, but cause of death seems clear --
Heart attack brought on by the intense heat of what he ate.
Death by chili. Can chilies do that?
Not your regular chili, no.
But chilies dripping in 8- Methyl-N-Vanillyl-6-nonenamide
significantly raise the risk of heart attack,
particularly in men and women of a certain age
or those with underlying health issues.
Capsaicin,
the chemical that gives chilies their heat,
which even from a cursory examination,
I'd say this chili was doused in.
So he was deliberately poisoned.
Question is, was he the real target?
Were all the chilies laced, or just the one Mr. McLean ate?
Well, there's only one way to find out.
Let Fleur examine them in the lab.
Well, Dixie Havergal certainly knew
about the hot stuff.
Because she banned Mr. McLean from the competition.
Exactly.
Ah, that's tech.
Last call that Liam Tarleton made was to the pub.
♪
Did you tamper with the chilies in any way?
Of course not.
I was next in line, for crying out loud.
Perhaps only one of the chilies was poisoned.
Question is whether Aldo McLean
was the target or Rooster.
Of course, you didn't see eye to eye with either.
Why would Dixie do such a thing?
She just wouldn't. Well, perhaps you would, then.
You spy on the rest of the village,
getting Tobit Seaton to gather surveillance.
It's very controlling.
I'm protecting this village, maintaining the Havergal legacy.
According to what you think.
A-According to what the Havergals have done
for centuries, actually.
Yes, about that.
The last call that Liam Tarleton made was to the pub.
Did you take it? Did either of you take it?
♪
Mr. Havergal, who else might answer the phone?
It's just us.
We get busy. We're on the go.
Pulling pints, chatting to people, serving food.
Sometimes we don't answer the phone.
Is that right?
♪
John: Where are these from?
The memory card on Tobit Seaton's camera.
Dougie Harlin was clearly popular.
Maybe this isn't about climate change
or ownership of the village.
I'm not sure, but maybe it's about love.
Talking of photos, that's Ken Makoto.
Don't tell me.
A Japanese student at Tokyo University doing a PhD
on cobalt in Uzbekistan. Yeah.
So the only thing we know for sure about our Ken Makoto
is that he isn't Ken Makoto.
Correct.
So who is he?
I'll speak to him.
That environmental group in Austin, Texas,
do we have a list of board members?
Hmm.
Focus on Liam Tarleton's research.
The key to all of this lies somewhere in there.
Dougie Duke Harlin came to Goodman's Land
to research his family history. Maybe he discovered something.
Then why run away?
I mean, there's no trace of him. No bank card usage.
Hasn't shown up on any databases.
The only thing we know about him is that he disappeared.
Like Liam Tarleton, maybe he discovered something,
something someone didn't like.
You suggesting we might have another body to contend with?
I'm considering all possibilities, Winter.
Well, if you're right, then Lana Markham has a motive.
She told us herself that she gave him an ultimatum.
One thing at a time.
What if Danny Tarleton wasn't killed
because of anything to do with climate change?
What if he was killed because of the land that he was planning
to dig up? Such a beautiful spot. An Eden.
That would put Tobit Seaton firmly in the frame.
Or anyone else who had something to hide there.
What are you thinking, sir?
I'm thinking there's a lot of people
pretending to be what they're not.
[Door shuts]
♪
Ken: Don't you knock?
John: I think the time for pleasantries is over.
Ah. Two cups of Texan coffee.
You can come out now, Mr. Harlin.
♪
I checked out the environmental group in Austin, Texas,
the board members and the sole funder above them, Niko Akabane,
a reclusive Japanese billionaire,
one of the youngest ever. Made his money from tech
and now wants to focus on reversing climate change.
Nice to meet you, Mr. Akabane.
You are the person who's actually buying the village,
aren't you?
Yeah. Why don't you just come clean
and tell everyone who you are?
'Cause I'm not a people person. Ah.
Ironic for someone trying to save the world.
This village is the heart of everything I believe in,
a perfect test case study
for how climate change can be reversed.
Lana's research was ignored here,
but Rooster's brother sent it to me.
Without her knowing?
She has no idea.
Niko tried to find Dougie. Couldn't.
He came across me instead.
I needed to know if Lana's research here was on the money.
It is. I needed to check it out myself.
And you needed a smokescreen, a front man.
Who better than me?
A bankrupt former oil man wanting to find his brother
and -- and pay something back.
I was more than happy to flush out
who's really into a green future and who's just pretending.
Aldo McLean, God rest his soul, gave us the lowdown.
We think that chili he swallowed was intended for you.
That possibility had crossed my mind.
You're the detective, Sherlock.
Who you think was behind this?
♪
Before I answer that,
can I ask a question about your brother?
If he was involved with Lana, do you believe
that he would just take off and leave without a word?
No, I do not.
Look, Dougie was a ladies' man and a free-spirited traveler,
but he was also a gentleman.
A ladies' man, was he?
Yes, indeed.
But we were brought up properly. It's our family motto.
Gratia et dignitas, grace and dignity.
Vir bonus facit. "Makes a good man."
♪
"Good man."
I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Harlin,
but I think the person who killed Aldo McLean
and the Tarletons might also have killed your brother.
♪
Sir, I think I've cracked it. Meet me at the church.
♪
John: Winter?
Winter?
♪
Brian: It'll be okay.
You'll be alright.
We can talk it through.
Winter, are you okay?
Ugh, yeah. Ohh.
Mr. Havergal, who were you talking to?
Uh, I-I-I just found him out here.
I-I was taking him inside to take a look at him.
Lying and assaulting a police officer?
I should arrest you right now, Mr. Havergal.
[Sighs]
I'm sorry.
I can explain.
W-Why don't we go to the pub? We could all do with a drink.
One second, Mr. Havergal.
Why are we here, Winter? Because of the inscription?
Yeah. The M-A on the family crest,
I think it's H-A.
Of course it is. Havergal. I've said it all along.
Or Harlin.
And the -- the lettering that's worn,
it looks like there's an L.
And I think the Goodman of Goodman's Land
was a Harlin all along.
That's what Liam Tarleton pieced together.
As did Dougie Duke four years ago.
♪
Quite a family gathering.
♪
She has nothing to do with this.
This all started when Danny Tarleton drunkenly bragged
about plans to build a motor racing circuit, didn't it?
You lied when you said you didn't know about his plans.
You couldn't have him digging up that field, could you?
So you stole the weather vane and lay in wait.
Danny: Is everything alright?
Hello? Is everything okay?
I don't know what you're talking about.
And what's she doing here?
♪
I admit it. I did it.
I killed them. I killed them all.
You said that you didn't answer the phone
to Liam Tarleton.
I lied. I did.
No, you didn't.
It was you who answered the phone to Liam, wasn't it?
What's going on?
Liam Tarleton discovered
that the village actually belongs to the Harlins.
John: So he rang the pub to tell you, because he knew
that you'd worked on the original research with Dougie.
Hello? [ Liam speaking indistinctly ]
But you couldn't have Liam telling everyone.
So you intercepted and killed him with equipment
grabbed in passing before making it back to the pub
before anyone missed you.
Only word spread that Rooster Harlin
was none other than Dougie's brother.
New problem. If Rooster started digging, what to do?
Presumably you saw the contents of the package
that was delivered to Aldo.
And decided to try to poison Rooster.
But Aldo McLean was killed by mistake.
♪
John: So what's in that field, Miss Havergal?
A body? Someone you knew well?
Someone who's been missing, perhaps?
Whose body? Tell me.
♪
Did you know that your daughter
was in love with Dougie Duke Harlin?
You're mine!
[Body thuds]
♪
Dougie?
Lana: You and Dougie?
You were too young for him. It never would have worked.
John: So you did know.
I recognize heartbreak when I see it.
I just thought he -- he'd left.
♪
This isn't just about ownership of the village.
This is about love, isn't it?
Not just any love, but first love.
And if Danny Tarleton dug up
the land around Tobit Seaton's shack,
he would have found --
Don't! Stop.
What did you do to Dougie?
[Sobs]
What did I do to him?
I loved him, that's what I did.
No, we -- we teased each other
about who really owned the village,
the -- the Harlins or the Havergals.
But if we were together, it wouldn't have mattered.
♪
I loved him so much.
But he wouldn't see it.
You wanted him and the village?
Yes, I-I wanted to be someone. Somebody.
[Chuckles]
You know, all my life, I'd been told I can be whatever
I wanted to be, have whatever I wanted.
And that was it.
But he rejected you.
♪
Yes.
For her.
No, he came to me,
and he said he knew for sure about the claims,
that it wasn't ours and that it was his.
And that he loved...
Lana.
No, I pleaded with him.
But he said that we were just a bit of fun.
And that we were over.
And in that moment, your whole world crumbled.
You'd lost the village and Dougie.
That's when you changed.
You became...this.
I had nothing left.
♪
I need to know where Dougie is.
♪
He's buried behind the shack.
Where the fire pit was.
His favorite place.
♪
[Harper crying]
♪
It's over.
♪
Forensics have started digging in the field
behind Tobit Seaton's shack. [Watch chimes]
Over 10,000?
And some.
I even got congratulations.
From Sarah?
No, the app.
John: I'm very sorry about Dougie.
Me, too.
And I'm sorry I doubted him.
All that matters now is that you continue
with your work in his memory.
Dougie would want that.
I hope we can ensure your research
gets the attention it deserves.
We'll roll it out to the world.
I don't know what to say.
John: One small concern, if I might interject.
Mr. Akabane here has bought a village
that actually belongs to you.
How are you going to resolve that?
Oh, I don't know.
We'll think of something.
Either way, it's going to be greener than ever.
Absolutely.
We never did finish our competition.
Great Britain versus America.
You know you want to.
♪
No pressure, Winter.
It's only national pride you're playing for.
Okay.
Let's do it.
♪
[Gasps]
God's earth!
[Coughing]
John: Well. Yee-haw.
Let's get you a pint on the way home.
I might even buy this one.
♪