All language subtitles for Midsomer.Murders.S24E04.A.Climate.of.Death.576p.WEB-DL.H264.AAC2.0

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?

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

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!

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...

Cheers.

Find out everything
you can about our larger-

than-life Texan friend
with the asbestos mouth.

He's playing us, sir.

Very possibly.

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.

I haven't got time to go
through these. One's for Aldo.

Can you take a look?

Yeah. Go on then.

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.

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.

Ah, yes.

Oh.

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: 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.

Winter, check
Tarleton's farmhouse.

Yes, sir.

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.

Are you cheating?

Would I? Yes, you would!

Nonsense. I'll have you know

that I have done a whopping...
Drum roll, please...

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.

What was that? Oh,
I do apologize.

That's my routine.

Every morning,
the rooster crows.

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.

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.

Sir.

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: 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.

Really, really fucked.

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?

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.

Whatever.

Oh. Just warming up
for the big event.

Hey, you participating?

No, I think I'll skip this one.

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!

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.

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.

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?

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!

Dougie?

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?

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.

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.

It's over.

Forensics have started
digging in the field

behind Tobit Seaton's
shack.

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.

God's earth!

John: Well. Yee-haw.

Let's get you a pint
on the way home.

I might even buy this one.