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- All right, Clive?
- Mrs. Rees.

Got a package for Carwyn
needs signing for.

- Been to yoga, is it?
- Mrs. Rees: Yeah.

Yeah, I tried it once...
Disaster.

I mean, I'm active, like--

- It's just I can't bend.
- Mrs. Rees: Hm.

I've made my peace with it,
but it does upset--

Inspector Caesar,
there's been a shooting.

And I am not in the habit

of letting people
to get away with murder.

Come, Atkins, don't dally.

Crime... waits... for no man.

John Chapel returns
as your favourite TV detective

after the break.

Carwyn!

I am still
going to need a signature.

Those knives,
they threw them at him.

Oh, stay here.

Woah, woah, woah,
cool your boots.

You have to let me in there.
I'm Carwyn's business partner.

We were supposed
to have a catch up at 11:00.

Well, that's
not going to happen now

unless you've got a psychic
with you.

Sorry, didn't mean
for it to come out like that,

but, er, can you please
just back away? Yeah.

Kayleigh, I'm at work.
No darling.

I'm not coming home
because the internet's down.

I-- I'm not trying to stifle
your thirst for knowledge.

You only want to use it
for Snapchat.

Look, we'll talk later,
all right?

I'm sorry about that, Mallowan.

Kids-- Don't have them...

unless you want to.

You'd be great.

Do you want to?

Actually, I can't ask that.

HR. Sorry. Zip it. Right.

Where are we?

Victim's name is Carwyn Rees.

Local property developer,
ran "Rees New Homes".

Not very popular,
had the community up in arms

over a new development.

- Murder?
- About to check in with Baxter,

but he was alone in the house,
gun in his hand,

- so it looks like suicide.
-Great.

Well, not great... Sad.
But simpler, less paperwork.

Right, I'll brief
the Chief Super.

Keep me posted.

Three, four, five...

Bloo-dy hell.

It's going to take more
than bleach and elbow grease

to clean this up.

Apparent cause of death--

gunshot wound to the head.

Can't confirm 100%,
but almost certainly suicide.

Will you be all right on this,
Janie?

- Only... I know--
- Yep, yeah, I'm all right.

I'm fine. Yep. Ooh. Weird.

He had a lunch booked.

It doesn't say where
or who with.

I wouldn't be killing myself

if I had a house like this.

Did you see the size
of the kitchen island?

Yeah.

What's that?

Just a package the postman
was delivering to Carwyn.

Who kills themselves
when they're planning a holiday?

Nice looking houses--
not that I could afford one.

You could afford
the deposit, surely?

You've got a good job,

no partner or kids
to spend your money on.

- And you live with your mam.
- Yeah, thanks,

really making me feel better
about my life.

Ooh, that is weird.
It's-- it's paint.

- I'll get team SOCO on that.
- Hmm.

- Mind if I turn this over?
- Yes, I mind! That's Caesar.

Oh, it's a good one--
"The Bell Tolls For Thee."

I get enough bodies at work.

And these shows
are all the same anyway.

No, Caesar was the best.

He had a mind
that could unpick any murder.

A total genius. Bit like me.

You solved many murders,
have you?

All right, not exactly like me.
Right, door-to-doors.

I don't understand.

Oh, but without doubt,
you do, my dear...

because you murdered him.

Quick update, Sarge-- wife's
with the family liaison officer,

and I've taken a statement
from Ceri, the business partner.

Listen to us.
We sound like proper police.

We are proper police, Chaudhry.

Yeah, 'course, but a shooting?

I mean,
it's big boy business.

I like your car.

Blue is my favourite colour.

Do you like Encanto?

Ava, get in here now.

Who lives there?

Er, no one knows much about him.

A bit of a mystery,
keeps himself to himself.

According to one neighbour,
he's a 'miserable old f--

Let's just say
they don't like him.

Well, he's nosey.
Maybe he saw something.

Oh, my god, John Chapel!
You're John Chapel!

I love you!

Not you-- your show.
I love your show.

I don't love you,
I didn't even say I love you.

I-- I think you've got
me confused with someone else.

- I'm sorry, bye.
- No, er...

I know it's you!
I've watched you for hours.

Sorry, that sounds creepy.
I mean Caesar.

I-- I've watched every episode.

Can you leave me alone, please?

I don't want to have to
call the police.

Oh, I am the police!

Janie Mallowan--
Mid Wales Police, Trebach CID.

I'm-- I'm a big fan.

32, Scorpio--
Sorry, sorry, I'm babbling.

Erm, can you let me in?

Wo-o-o-ow.

I was literally just
watching you on TV.

- What are you doing here?
- This is my house.

- You live here?
- It's what people tend to do

in their houses.

So-o-o, this is where
you've been hiding?

I can't believe I'm
in Caesar's house.

You're not--
You're in John Chapel's house.

And John Chapel's busy.

I'll-- Sto--
I'll-- I'll-- I'll do it.

- Oh! No, I-- I'll do that.
-Okay.

Thank you.

I can't believe you're here.

I have dreamt of this moment.
Not-- not in a weird way.

I'm not weird.
This isn't weird.

No, not weird at all.

So, it's just you here, is it?

Yeah, er... well, no, no.

Well, there's Alan.
But he doesn't live here.

He just stops by
for his lunch and a chat.

- Er... don't touch that.
- Okay.

Thank you.

And, erm,
where does this Alan live?

He doesn't live anywhere--
He's a stray. Ah--

- Oh, Alan's a cat?
- He was the last time I checked.

And this cat talks to you?

Oh, yes,
we have in-depth conversations

about Marxist
dialectical materialism.

Of course he doesn't talk to me.
He's a bloody cat.

- Do I look mad?
- No, no, not at all... no.

Ooh, this is dusty.

Yeah, er, T. S. Eliot
first editions tend to be,

and that's how I like it.

- Put it back.
- Okay.

-Not like that.
- Okay.

Right, erm,
shall we cut to the chase?

I assume you're here
about Carwyn Rees' murder?

Murder? No,
it seems likely it was suicide.

Oh, no,
it was definitely murder.

You can be certain of that.

Wo-o-ow.

I'll put the kettle on.

What? No. Er...

Er...

I didn't even know
I had biscuits.

Are you sure
you don't want tea?

- No, I can't stand tea.
-What!?

You don't drink tea? But that's,
like, Caesar's thing.

Yeah, I'm more
of a coffee aficionado.

Right, well, take it as slowly
as you need to.

What makes you think
it was a murder?

Well, isn't it obvious?

- Because of June.
- What happened in June?

No, Carwyn's cleaner, June.

She used to clean for me,
but I, er...

I had to let her go.
She kept dusting my books.

Anyway, June's son
loves pop up cards.

- Pop up... cards.
- Yes, at Christmas,

Carwyn used to hand- make
these beautiful cards

- specially for him.
- Oh.

Well, that's how I know
he didn't kill himself.

I don't understand.

- Today is Monday.
- Mm-hmm.

June comes on a Monday.

Now, a man
that considerate to his cleaner

would never allow her
to find his body.

Okay, so when you say
you're sure it was murder,

I was hoping for some actual,
concrete evidence,

seeing as you knew Carwyn
so well.

I hardly knew him.

So all of this
is just guesswork?

No, I didn't know him,
but I observed him. I--

-Right.
- I pondered his motivations.

That's how a good actor,
a proper actor,

- understands people.
- Mm-hmm, and actors just know

whether someone was murdered
or not, do they?

Carwyn Rees is not the kind
of person to take his own life.

Especially not with a gun.

No, it's-- it's--
it's too messy.

He liked order, neatness.

Yeah, I mean... why? Why?

Why?

Product of a strict
private school upbringing?

Possibly, Chapel, yes.
Or maybe the opposite?

Yes, okay... Childhood? Yeah...

No boundaries, free range, so
he set his own rules and order.

Yes, it's really interesting.

Yeah, that is
a fascinating theory,

but, sometimes, there is
no logic to suicide. Trust me.

- People do act out of character.
- Action is character.

- That's Aristotle.
- Yeah.

A person's actions are always
consistent with their character.

- Look at you and your car.
- What about my car?

Well, you look professional.
You're on the ball.

You know what you're doing.
You're smart.

But your car
is a skip on wheels.

It's out of character. It tells
me that it's important to you.

But it begs the question--
Why?

And it gets the answer,
"Mind your own business."

Now, seeing as you've got
nothing useful to give me,

other than the ramblings
of a village hermit--

Hermit? I'm not a bloody hermit!

I-- I-- I went to Swansea
last month!

Hang on a minute.
You asked me for my help here.

Yes, I did,
and that is my bad.

But best leave it
to the professionals, okay?

I'll let myself out.

Actually, one more thing.

Can you do the line,
"Crime waits for no man"?

We've heard back
from Carwyn's solicitor.

Wife inherits everything.

Carwyn was due
to meet them next week,

but we don't know
what it was about.

All seems pretty routine.
Brilliant.

Sir, erm, I was hoping
to grab you for a chat

about the DI position.

I was thinking of applying.

You?

Ah... how to put this? Erm...

We used to have a saying
on the force in Port Talbot--

"There's no point
going for a walk

if you haven't tied
your shoelaces."

You see where I'm going?

Not really. Am I the shoes?

What I'm saying is,
you'll be a great DI one day.

Actually, I can
even see you ending up like me.

- Great.
- But you've barely been a DS

for five minutes.

You need more experience.

- Build more cases.
- Oh, that's Baxter.

What?

No friggin' way.

That's the PM report
from our suicide.

And?

Murder?

The shot entry point's
inconsistent

with Carwyn pulling the trigger.

We think it was somebody
stood behind Carwyn,

fired as he was turning,
so it was like, "Pfff!"

Oh!

- Sorry. Let me get you a tissue.
- Thanks.

I shouldn't cry--
I've just had my lids done.

Erm... did-- did Carwyn
have any enemies?

Anyone he had beef with?
It doesn't have to be big beef.

Little beef? Mince?

Carwyn had a lot of enemies
'round here.

Him and Ceri--
that's his business partner--

had a lot of tree huggers
up in arms

with the new development.

Another thing--
Was Carwyn planning a holiday?

Carwyn? Holiday? [ Scoffs ] No.

He's always too busy
with the business.

I have to make do with
a spa trip on my own

every other weekend.

Right, well, erm...

Thank you for your help
and sorry for your loss.

Sorry, I-- I don't know
why I went for the handshake.

I'll let myself out.

I still can't believe this.
Who would've thought?

Murder?

John Chapel!
I brought you a present.

Oh, please, do come on in.

While you're here,
how do I go about

taking out a restraining order?

It's from my own collection.

Y-you don't already have it,
do you?

Good God. That is a uniquely
appalling picture of me.

I figured out
why you moved here.

Recognised the bridge,
not far from here.

Me and my best mate Sian,
nearly broke our necks

diving off it once.

So, what? You, er,
used to come here on holiday?

Good work, detective, but no.

No, we, uh-- We lived here.

This was actually
our first home.

Elin was from here...
Abertirion.

Huh, pulled a Welsh girl?

Nice one, John Chapel.

I'd rather not talk about it.

Look, erm...

I know what it's like
to lose somebody close,

but the worst thing in the world
you can do

is sit around thinking.

You-- you've got to just push
those thoughts down.

Put those feelings away,
in a box,

like Christmas decorations,
and put them in the loft.

Then they're gone.

Thank you for that,

but that
is really terrible advice.

- I don't think it's bad.
-Let's get to the point.

I imagine you're here
to talk about the murder?

What? No. No,
it's all under control.

Oh, come o-o-on.

Visiting during
a busy murder investigation?

The folder under your arm?
The mug pretext?

I can see by the way
you're looking at it

you don't want to let it go.

It does actually
have sentimental value, yes.

Okay, erm, well, yeah,
th-- this is unusual to ask,

but, er, I was thinking...

I don't know
what I'm trying to say.

I think
what you're trying to say

is that this rambling old hermit

is the only person
who thought it was a murder,

and that my unique insights
might be able to help

you find the killer,
so, please, can I help you?

Yes. That one, please.

All right,

but we'll have to do it
from the cafe.

If I don't have my 2 pm
extra hot latte macchiato,

I'm no good for anyone.

Come on.

Caesar drinks coffee...
in a place like this.

Yeah, it's perfect.
Nobody knows who I am here.

And the staff
are all six years old,

and never look up
from their phones.

Ooh, that looks nice.

Oi! You said you weren't hungry.

I'm not. God, that is good.

Excuse me,
you are him, aren't you?

- John Chapel?
- Guilty as charged, ladies.

I told you, Mo.

We couldn't believe
that you were here.

Well, we've all got to be
somewhere, haven't we?

Even a TV icon
likes an afternoon macchiato

now and again.

We thought you were dead.

Very much still alive,
as you can see.

It's a pleasure to meet fans,
but terribly busy so, er...

What was that you were saying
about the, er...

Now, I can't get over
the guidebook.

No, forget the guidebook.
No, no.

Why would somebody want
Carwyn dead?

That's the only question here.

An affair may well be a motive.

- He was having an affair?
- Oh, yes-- the streaky bacon.

- What?
-Three months ago,

Carwyn stopped taking deliveries
from our butcher.

Swapped his morning bacon
sandwich for a bowl of muesli.

Well, maybe he'd watched
"Babe-- Pig in the City".

I didn't go near bacon
for months after that.

Oh, I was very nearly in that.

They did an availability check.
Couldn't make the dates work.

Had to let it go, hey ho.

Oh, erm, yeah, no, and
Carwyn had taken up running.

Well, the effort
was clearly for a woman.

Okay, assuming you're right,
that gives Danielle a motive.

What? Over the affair?

No, she isn't
the biblical revenge type.

I doubt she even noticed.
Not the most observant.

Not like, er...

That's interesting, Chapel.
That's very interesting.

- What is it?
-Well, there is somebody

who notices everything.

Joyce Pugh--
lives across the road from me.

Talk about neighbourhood watch.
Neighbourhood Witch, I call her.

You could get cancelled
for that.

I don't care.
Try living next door to her.

She's always snooping on people
behind her curtain.

Well, I saw her yesterday
with a young girl.

Well, that's
her granddaughter Ava.

She's lived with her ever since
Joyce's son and his wife

were killed in a--
in a car accident.

It was-- it was tragic.

Somebody took a statement.
There was nothing to report.

But the police were outside
Joyce's all day yesterday.

Now, I'm Joyce.

Now, I don't want to know
why they're there.

I have to know.

I don't once come out,
and see what's going on.

- Well, that's just not credible.
- And that makes her a murderer?

No, it makes her
an inconsistent character.

Joyce is hiding something.

You mark my words--
She's the key here.

She is the key.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just needed
a bit of a breather.

I'd forgotten
how much it takes it out of you,

getting into
somebody else's psyche.

You know, it's, er--
Shake it off.

It reminds me of a Gorky play
I was in once.

Mood changes--
emotional, gaiety...

Have you had some more
of my organic brownie?

Hmm. Here we go. Joyce Pugh.

She was in the newspaper
last week.

"Council meeting turns ugly".
Argh, pop ups.

No, I do not want to know

what these washed up stars
look like now.

Aww, you're in this one.

What? No, really?
Let me have a look.

Joking.
Erm, here we go.

"Abertirion Community Councillor
Joyce Pugh

struggled to keep a lid
on proceedings

at the recent council meeting.

Protesters hijacked the session

to discuss the Rees New Homes

Fferm Ffawydden Woods
development.

Protester Alys Evans was ejected
after threatening Carwyn Rees.

Looks like we've got
a new prime suspect.

I lost my temper,

but these trees
go back to the 9th century.

Hywel Dda would've walked
among these.

You can tell
that from the trees, can you?

No, but he was King of Wales
around then.

- He could have been here.
-Right.

Erm, can you tell me
what you were doing

9:30 yesterday morning?

School trip.
We were there all day.

- I teach at the local primary.
- Yeah.

- Art.
- I was going to guess art.

There's the chunky earrings.

There were paint traces
found at the crime scene.

I'm a primary school teacher--

If I'd been there, there'd have
been glue, glitter and felt too.

You threatened Carwyn.

I was... worked up is all.

Look at this place.
It's almost magical.

- Did you hate him?
- It's-- it's not about him.

Rees New Homes lied to us.

There were a lot
of angry people.

Just look at the strength
of public feeling.

I wanted to, er, tunnel under
the trees, stop the diggers--

a real protest.

I've done it before.

Wo-o-ow,
Hywel Dda's gotten hotter

since we did him at school.

That's my interpretation of him.

Powerful, strong...
yet sensitive.

Ye-eah...
You really like Hywel Dda.

That doesn't make me a killer.

- Now, if that's everything?
- For now.

No, my legs have
gone. Can you give me a hand?

Thank you.

Oh, no doubt
this Alys was furious,

but there's no blind rage
in this-- in this crime.

No, this-- this murder
was-- was planned.

They're barking
up the wrong tree, Alan.

Oh, sorry, er...

didn't mean to be insensitive,
mentioning the barking there.

I know this
is none of our business, mate.

But...

...but justice...

...surely
that's everyone's business?

A life has been taken.

Afternoon, Joyce.

Ooh, I see you've got
a bare patch there.

Oh! Yes...
my foxgloves had to come out.

My fault for not watering them,

but I've been up to here
with it all.

Oh, you've, erm,
shaved off your--

Oh, yeah.

We don't often see you
out and about.

No, well, bit of fresh air
and all that.

Can't spend all day inside.

Er, no. Well, I know
how hush-hush you are

about where you live
and what have you,

but your secret's safe with me.

Well, I did tell Mrs. Reynolds,
down the Co-op,

but she's got no idea
who you are.

Marvellous.

You're the grumpy man
from over there, aren't you?

Mamgu calls you the b-word.

- A-ava!
-Probably got a point.

Maybe I have been
a bit of a "b".

- Sometimes, even a "c".
- What's a "c"?

Clown! Never mind, Ava, love.

- What did you want, Mr. Chapel?
- Well...

I thought it would be
the neighbourly thing

to do to have a collection
for Danielle.

Poor dab.

Carwyn taking his life
like that.

Oh, no,
the police think it's murder.

Oh! Well, I-- Really?
I thought it--

Real shocking, isn't it?

I didn't really know him
that well, did you?

No. I-- I can't remember
the last time I spoke to him.

It was last week, Mamgu.
We saw him at Vision Express.

- And you said--
- Oh! That's right, so we did.

Go on, go and play.

Who'd kill Carwyn?

We need your Caesar on the case.

If only we could help
the police more.

Well, it's our duty to,
isn't it?

- As a community?
- Y-yes, I suppose we do.

Yes, if only
we'd noticed anything.

Not that we'd want to gossip,
of course.

Oh, no. No one likes a gossip.

Although...

- his PA, young little thing...
- Mm-hmm.

...she's been coming 'round
a lot lately.

- 'Round the clock.
- Oh, really?

Now, that's interesting.

You know,
if you're community-minded now,

it's the church fete soon.

It'd be brilliant if we had
someone off the telly

come and say a few words
or what have you?

- I'm afraid I'm busy that day.
- We haven't set a date yet.

All right, well, sorry, can't
stay and chat.

Why was that man so odd?

He's an actor, little Ava.
They're all odd.

- Stupid--
-Sorry?

No, not you.
My car's gone again.

- Maybe get a new one?
- It's got sentimental value.

Did you call
to give me car advice?

I've been doing
some digging on Carwyn.

Locals say he was a bit
of a ladies' man.

Well, actually, they said
he was a "top shagger".

Apparently, had relations with
half the town over the years.

Anything else?

This is the juicy bit.

Carwyn seems to have been taking
money out of Rees New Homes.

He's over 200 grand
in a savings account.

That gives
a pretty solid motive

to Ceri the business partner.

Told you my car was fine.

Football, eh?

Most people have a photo
of their wife and kids.

The Swans are my wife and kids.
I'm a season ticket holder.

Plus stadiums
are less maintenance.

- You a football fan?
- Nope, can't stand it.

Can we go through your movements
again the morning Carwyn died?

I was on site at the show home.

We still had to get
the kitchen tiled and decorated,

- ready for tomorrow.
- What's happening tomorrow?

Open day for Fferm Ffawydden.
Big event at the show home.

How does it work--
two of you running the place?

Don't you get
on each other's nerves?

I live with my mam. We get under
each other's feet all the time.

Sometimes, you just want to say,
"Stop knocking on the door!

I don't want toast!
I'm having a bath!"

We've been looking into
Carwyn's finances.

Did you know he was stealing
from the company?

Can I...talk to you
off the record?

No, you can't talk to me
off the record.

We're the frigging police.
But, obviously, you did know.

Okay, balls on the table.

I'd had my suspicions,
so I did some digging

and found out
he'd been stealing.

Why didn't you
mention this before?

Because it's a pretty big motive
for murder.

Now, is that everything?

Yes... for now.

One more thing--
Carwyn had a lunch appointment

in his diary for Monday.

Did you know anything
about that?

No. You could check
with his PA, Mel, but, er...

she's showing an exclusive
buyer 'round the show home.

Oh, I actually
might take one of these.

Mam can be quite a lot.

Such an honour to meet you.

Oh, stop it, please.

My nan loved your show.

- It's not really my thing.
- Oh, really, do stop it, please.

- Here we go.
-Oh.

Wow.

This might sound a bit mad,
but, erm, when I buy a house,

I, er, really like to find out
all I can about who made it.

- Oh, of course.
- You know, the creator.

It-- it gives you
a sense of story, you know?

Us actors, we love stories.

What was Carwyn like? An enigma?

- No, he was a Scorpio.
-Oh.

He was a great boss.

Loved getting his hands dirty,
helping out with the houses.

Oh, very rare. You must've
admired him, looked up to him,

- desired him, even?
- Me and Carwyn?

I'll have to tell my girlfriend
that. She'll laugh.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Well, he sounds
like the perfect boss though.

I'm mean, you must've all
loved him here.

Well, not everyone.
He could be tough.

He even lost it with one
of the electricians

for the plug sockets
not being exactly lined up

in the spare bedroom.

Told him
he'd never work for us again.

Oh, well, that's interesting,
yeah. Shhh...

If poss, I'd love to get
a feel of the house on my own.

You know, spread my antennae,
just inhabit the space, er,

let the walls speak to me.

Bah, bah, bah, bah!

Lovely acoustics.

I'm getting a real sense
of history here.

It's a new build, John.

I knew you'd understand.

Thanks very much.

You're such
an intelligent person.

- I suppose so.
- I mean, I hope

they really value you
at Rees New Homes.

You've got such
an acute intellect.

- Do they? I do hope so.
- Yeah.

Thank you so much.
It would be foolish not to.

- Lovely.
- Okay, I'll just wait--

Bah, bah, bah, bah!

Think, Chapel, think.

What am I missing?

That's interesting.

That's very interesting, Chapel.

It looks like Carwyn Rees
was defrauding his company,

and planning to run away
with his money to Dubai.

- Good work. Pub?
- Sick.

I don't know though.

I can't stop thinking about
the guidebook.

Like, you know
when you can't sleep,

and you've got the "EastEnders"
theme running in your head?

Something's not right.
It's just a hunch.

Do you know how I got this job?

The old DI was having an affair
with her boss,

and they both had to resign.

Blew a hole in the entire force.
They were desperate for someone.

-Yeah.
- No, I--

I got this job
by being a good cop.

And the affair.
But mostly by being a good cop.

And being a good cop...

...isn't about hunches.

What did we say about shoes?

It's not
a memorable saying, sir.

This is good. Build the case...

...details, evidence, CCTV.

- Laces, Mallowan, laces.
- G-- Laces, yeah, got it.

Erm, I-- I've just
got to go and... toilet.

Hey, the lads won't believe
you were here.

- "Crime waits for no man."
- Oh, that is clever.

I can see why they've put you
on the front desk.

Very kind of you to say so.
Thank you.

What are you doing here?
Oh, your beard's gone.

Good news-- I've been doing
some digging around

- at Rees New Homes.
- You can't be

"digging around" on your own.

If my boss finds out,
I could lose my job.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
but look at this.

- A squirrel on a bird feeder?
- What?

Oh, sorry, no--
That's the wrong photo.

There.

A wall. What am I missing?

Well, the tape at the bottom.
Carwyn was a neat freak.

He sacked an electrician
for an out-of-place socket,

yet he was fine with that?

- So?
- Well, it's so out of character.

This is a real breakthrough.

Absolutely no need to thank me,

but I've also questioned
Joyce Pugh.

- You've done what?!
- Yes, now--

- You've done what?
- Sir, er, this is--

Oh, I do own a telly, Mallowan.

Mr. Chapel, big fan of
your work.

In fact,
the wife's always saying to me,

"Why can't you be
more like Caesar?"

Hurtful sometimes,
but, no, we're big fans.

I...couldn't help
overhearing there--

You've been helping us
with the Carwyn Rees murder?

- Just offering my expertise.
- No, no, no, no, he isn't.

- No, no...
- Who's this Joyce Pugh then?

She's one of the neighbours.
Chaudhry's looked into her, sir.

Er, she called Carwyn
the day before the murder,

but she says she was
just looking to buy

- one of the Rees New Homes.
-If you believe that--

Here, I've got some magic beans
to sell you.

No, no...

Joyce Pugh would never buy
a Rees New Home.

You've only got to look
at her tea towels.

- Sorry, tea towels?
- Traditional, Welsh.

A woman with those towels
would never buy a new build.

- No, she's lying.
-Oh.

Well, we'll, er,
take Joyce Pugh's tea towels

down to the Crown Prosecution
Service then, shall we?

That should be enough
to convict her of murder.

Sir, it's not what
it looks like.

Isn't it? It looks like
a member of my team

is discussing lines of enquiry
with Charles bloody Caesar.

Sorry, no offence.
Like I said, wife's a big fan.

He's the victim's neighbour.

He asked me
to look into something.

I didn't want to bother you
with it.

Look, I get enough drama
at home.

Here, I can control things
without kids and stress,

and a pug who thinks
my chair's a flipping toilet.

Don't ruin my safe space.

Great. Thanks very much.

What the hell
are you playing at?

Trying to help.
Do you think I want to be here?

You involved me.

I didn't know you'd try
and get me sacked.

You can't solve this without me.
You don't have my insight.

Well, granted,
you have the potential, but--

- You arrogant sod.
- Arrogant?

I'm trying to make you
a better detective,

help you understand people,
understand yourself.

No!
You're stroking your own ego,

because you've finally found
something

more exciting to do
than sitting around, wallowing

and generally being such a pain

that the nobody will talk to you
except for a cat!

Well, thanks, but no thanks! Go!

That him off the telly?
Shorter in real life, ain't he?

What do you want, Chaudhry?

Yeah, er...
found something on CCTV.

You're going to want
to see this.

We've checked your alibi.

You were on a school trip
to Dan yr Ogof Caves on Monday.

Actually, a pretty good day out.

They still got
that talking sheepdog?

Sorry, not relevant.

How were the caves?

I stayed outside on my own.

- I get claustrophobia.
-Really?

Must've been a pain in the arse

when you were in
those tunnel protests.

No, you wanted to be alone,

so you could drive
to Carwyn's house.

Er... no.

Er... yes, I went for a drive,
but just to clear my head.

An environmentalist like you...
burning petrol for fun?

I've got nothing to add.
I didn't kill him.

Thing about this job is
that it makes you notice things.

And one thing
I've noticed about you--

Every time I mention Carwyn's
name, you change the subject.

- So?
- So it got me thinking.

I've been in your shoes.

I'm not normally one
for talking about myself.

I keep things bottled up,
like... I-- I don't know.

What do you get in bottles?

I don't use single-use plastics.

Yeah, all right. Fizzy pop.

This case has brought

a lot of bad memories
fizzing up for me.

Yeah, my best friend Sian,
years ago, she died.

And now the pop
is fi-izzing, and...

I-- I'm going to drop
the pop analogy.

I don't like talking about Sian.

I always change the subject,
because she meant a lot to me.

Now, you've really lost me.

You don't like talking
about Carwyn.

You miss him... You loved him.

You were having an affair,
weren't you?

Yes.

For the tape, Miss Evans is
saying yes-- i.e., I nailed it.

- I thought you hated him.
- I did...

but he was so powerful...

and so sexy.

And he owned land.

He was like a king--
my Hywel Dda.

Carwyn wasn't going to leave
Danielle, so you killed him.

No. I couldn't kill Carwyn.

You were right-- I loved him.

What do you want?

I thought I was
a wallowing pain in the arse?

Don't be such a big drama queen.

I'm sorry, and I need your help.
There. I said it.

You don't have to look so smug
about it, John Chapel.

What a moving
and heartfelt apology.

We've had to let Alys go, which
means we're back to square one.

Nothing makes sense.

We need to get back
to what matters--

people, motives, character.

Well, Alys' story
is definitely out of character.

How so?

An environmentalist falling for
the man destroying the woods.

A straight-laced teacher
lying to the police.

- Very out of character.
- Oh, she was in love?

There's nothing more
in character, in love,

than acting out of character.

It would've been suspicious
if she'd acted in character.

That would've been
totally out of character.

- Do you follow?
- Not even slightly.

The most out of character thing
in this whole investigation

is the tape on the wall.

Carwyn lost it
with the electrician,

but not the decorator.

Why?

Well, I suppose
a cuppa will help.

I got some nice teas in.

I thought you didn't drink tea.

Well, I thought, in case
you popped by, you know...

Here you are.
Don't get too excited.

I saw them on offer, online.

Very Caesar. Lapsang Souchong,
Camomile, Green, Redbush...

All the same to me.

Yes, Chapel!

I know
what you're all thinking--

The build quality is excellent.

How are the prices so low?

Are we mad? No.

We're just mad
about finding you forever homes.

This is so far from protocol
it's in a different time zone,

so just stay
in the background, okay?

Yeah, of course, yeah.

Mrs. Pugh...

you were interested
in buying one of these houses.

That's why you and Carwyn
spoke on the phone

earlier in the week, wasn't it?

-Yes.
- No.

Those calls were him threatening
you, weren't they, Joyce?

He'd realised he was the father
of your granddaughter.

- Isn't that John Chapel?
- Ooh, we like him.

He was in that thing
with the thing.

I said, stay in the background.

There are no background artists
in this.

We're all of us here
significant protagonists.

Now, it all started
with the decorator's tape.

I couldn't get my head around
why Carwyn hadn't noticed.

- Could I get a selfie?
- Yeah, of course, yeah, yeah.

That landscape mode
is really better. Yeah, yeah...

That's it, yeah...

All-- all right.
Now, where was I?

Carwyn didn't see
the green tape on the red wall.

He saw the same colour.

But that's because
he was red-green colour blind...

just like Ava.

That's why she thought
my purple car was blue.

Carwyn had been... close
to my son's wife.

When Ava was diagnosed
with the colour blindness,

they said it was
probably hereditary.

And your son
wasn't colour blind.

And you didn't realise
that Carwyn was

until you saw him
at the optician's.

Ava's such a chatterbox.

I don't know where
she gets it from.

She wouldn't stop talking
about her magic eyes, love her.

So he goes and puts
two and two together,

rings me up and tells me
he wants access to his daughter.

So you killed him?

Oh, no. [ Laughs ] No.
Joyce didn't kill him.

But she did set
a wheel in motion.

Family meant everything
to Carwyn--

someone to pass on the business
and his estate to.

I mean, seriously,
do we have to do this now?

I mean, can we just get this
wrapped up quickly

and back to selling houses?

- Who did kill Carwyn then?
-Oh, that's easy.

You did.

I was here.

It's not hard
to sneak out unnoticed.

You were wearing
decorator's overalls and a mask.

Everyone too busy
to keep track of who was where.

Why would I risk killing Carwyn?

- What if Danielle saw me?
- Oh, but she did.

But then...
she was your accomplice.

Carwyn!

You and your lover, Ceri, cooked
the whole thing up together.

The truth is, you've been
sleeping together for months.

A spa weekend every other week.

The dates of those spa trips
wouldn't happen to coincide

with Swansea City's
home matches, would they?

- Why would we kill Carwyn?
- Money.

Our guess is that Ceri
overheard Carwyn on the phone

to his solicitor.

They were due to meet
to change his will.

You and Ceri
knew you only had a little time

to stage his suicide.

You saw the ultimate revenge.

You could take everything
that was his.

Made a pretty believable
suicide motive--

the businessman
defrauding his company,

caught out by his partner,
ends it all.

You were clever,
but neither of you

had thought about
Carwyn's true drives.

He would never defraud
his company.

he'd have been stealing from
his father, his family name.

Oh, you've got nothing here.

Actually, we've not got nothing.
Sorry, that's confusing.

I mean, we've got some--
We-- we've got a thing!

This always bugged me,
but I couldn't figure out why.

It's the way it was sent--
signed for delivery.

Nah, no bookshop
sends books like that.

You sent it, so that
you could be at the front door

when the postman came,
a perfect alibi.

That's your proof?

My solicitor
will laugh you out of court.

Maybe not
when they see this--

CCTV footage of you
sending the package.

Oh, you were clever.

I had to check every Post Office
in a 30 mile radius.

Oh, don't look so annoyed.
You messed up too.

We took your overalls in
for testing.

You'll never guess
where forensics linked them to.

I'll fill you in at the station.

Very good.

So, is this going to be
on the telly?

Both of them are saying
the other was the ringleader.

You can hardly shut them up now.

- But I thought you'd be pleased.
- I am.

Tell your face.

Alright, you know what?
Actually, I am a bit upset.

Not just because I now
have to tell the Chief Super

that we had a civilian
involved in our investigation,

but I've been trying to guide
you as an officer for years.

You don't need to be jealous
of John Chapel.

So not jealous.

No, he helped me
a little bit here,

but honestly,
it was your guidance

that helped me crack the case.

You know, he had no evidence,

so I went to CCTV--
details-- and found some.

I even said to myself,
"Janie, don't walk

without your laces done up."

- Really?
- 100%.

Huh... Well, good work.

But see that this John Chapel
nonsense doesn't happen again.

You're a good detective.

You don't need fictional
detectives helping you.

And, erm... I'll have a think
about that DI position.

Maybe you are ready.

Hey! You really said
that to yourself?

Yeah.

Well, now Danielle's
out the picture,

everything goes
to the next of kin.

It looks like Joyce Pugh

might be able to buy
some new tea towels

now her granddaughter's
a millionaire.

She's probably more relieved
that this is all over,

and she didn't have to kill
Carwyn as planned.

- What?
- Didn't you get that, Janie?

Caesar just called me Janie.

It's not a dream.
90% of me knows that.

Oh, for goodness sake,
leave off.

Oh, the dug up foxgloves--

a poison tea for the lunch
in Carwyn's diary.

She was going to do it
that afternoon.

Very Agatha Christie--
traditional,

like her tea towels.

She had to kill him
to keep her granddaughter

and the memory of her son.

John Chapel,
we make a good team.

Of sorts, yeah.

I'm the inspiration.
You're the perspiration.

- Are you calling me sweat?
-It was a compliment.

No, you're a hard worker.
You're very diligent.

It's-- it's impressive.

Now, why don't we move on
to why you're really here, hmm?

I presume
you're stuck on a case?

Oh, great.
I'm sweat and I'm thick.

I am actually capable of solving
crimes without your help.

We're done.

All right, fine. There's been a
weird spate of local burglaries,

and someone keeps leaving
dead birds at the scene.

Proper head-scratcher.

I need your help,
and don't look so smug about it.

Wasn't so hard, was it?

You're an annoying sod,
John Chapel.

- Takes one to know one.
-I'm not annoying.

Well, not annoying.
More scintillatingly irritating.