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Running off like that!

The itinerary was clear,
breakfast in the pub, 9:30.

00, meet outside pub,
final prep, 10:15.

Walk from the pub
to Pwll Mawr

then complete the loop back
to yesterday's start point.

Why would she leave early?

Maybe she fancied something
less strict.

Like an SAS boot camp.

These walks are
a bit full on, Anne.

I haven't looked up
for 40 minutes.

If you put on some hard garage,

it's like you're
on a treadmill at Fitness First.

I don't get it.

Karen agreed to have
breakfast with me,

and I was looking forward to it

because I hadn't had
a proper chat with Karen.

I didn't like the way
she behaved.

Flirting with Steffan,
a teenager.

- I'm 19, mam.
- Come on, keep up the pace.

Okay.

Oh, that is tidy that is.

It's a shame Karen's not here.

Uh...

I think she is, guys.

Oh, good God.

We'd better call the police.

I'll do it.
Don't look Steffan, don't!

Janie? It's mam.

Hey, you answered
that very quickly?

Why's it echoing in there?

I didn't raise a girl who
answers the phone in the toilet.

I will get to the point yes.
We've found a body.

This is the fifth faller
we've had here in two years.

When are people going to learn
exercise kills?

What was she doing?
No appropriate equipment?

Those shoes?

She looks like she's
going to a festival.

Good on her.

Nothing wrong with rocking a bit
of style, is there?

A heart jacket
and a leopard print backpack?

Style?

I have that exact same backpack.

It's nice.

How's your mam holding up?

Bit shaken.

She wouldn't have suffered,
Mrs. M.

Totally would've suffered.

Horrible way to go.
My idea of hell.

Basically smashed to death.

Alright? Awful business.

This place brings back
bad memories.

Did you have a case here?
A jumper?

Oh, no, no, no, family holiday.

Brought Kel
and the kids here walking,

tried to teach them about
the history of these falls,

the myth of Sgwd Gwladys,
learn about their heritage.

Teenage girls?

Should've gone to Tenerife
on reflection.

Anyway, what have we got?

Looks like a fall.

You'd expect lower body injuries
from a jump,

she'd have been upright
on impact, but our woman wasn't.

Cause of death, I'd say

is the head trauma from
when she hit the rocks.

Obviously can't rule
anything else out

until I've done the PM
and toxicology.

Alright. Keep us in the loop.
Any info on who she is?

Yeah, according to mam, she was
new to the walking group,

too thin by half
and had "stubborn eyes."

The only concrete information
she gave us

is she's called Karen Barnes.

No, she isn't.
She gave a false address.

She isn't on the criminal
records database either.

She's a mystery.

Shake it up, shake it up.

Thank you.

How do we find a person?

A good actor, proper actor
doesn't need words or movement.

They can reach in to the essence
of character with two things.

The eyes. Cheryl, can you pop
over here, please?

Cool earrings.

I want you to read
from this sheet.

We're going to go through
a series of emotions,

and I'm going to try and portray
them just by using my eyes.

And cue.

Anger.

Love.

Betrayal.

Lust.

Sadness.

Fear.

Surprise.

Again, rapidly.

Anger. Love. Betrayal.
Lust. Sadness.

Fear. Surprise.

Now freeze!

There, the eyes have it.

Thank you.

Now, physical comedy.

This. Is. Amazing.

Oh, that? Yes.

That's my acting
masterclass series.

I resisted it,
but my agent said in the end,

it would be my gift
to the profession.

"A powerful peek
behind the magic of acting."

Not my words, Jeremy Irons.

Yeah. So, what's going
on here anyway?

I'm re-arranging
everything.

I do it every three years,
otherwise I become blocked.

Have you tried prune juice?

Mam swears by it when she needs
to "clear out the basement."

Delightful, very evocative.
I'll bear it in mind.

Now, Detective Mallowan, we both
know why you're here.

So come on,
let the dog see the rabbit.

Oh, I just popped by for a chat.

So nothing
to do with this mysterious

unidentified individual?

Read it in the paper.

Identity wiped, but can we ever
really truly hide ourselves?

Yeah, I knew you'd be up
for it. I'll put a brew on.

You haven't got any biscuits,
have you?

There's no car
in the trail car park

and no bus or taxi driver
remembers her,

so we think she must
have arrived on foot.

Interesting.

Could be something, Chapel,
could be something.

Could be something.

Could be talking to
yourself like a weirdo, Chapel.

Oh, my God!

A little warning would be nice
before you explode!

The coat. This is Caesar's coat.

Why didn't you tell me
you've got Caesar's coat!?

This is huge!

I think we've got
two mysteries here.

The missing person and you.

I'm not a mystery.
I'm simple. I'm an open book.

Everybody says so.
Mam says it all the time.

Nice.

But you're not
like other big fans of Caesar.

Why do you like it so much?

You're a professional
policewoman for goodness sake.

You know how it works.

I just do, okay.

Any way,
we're not here to talk about me,

we're talking about Karen

so shut up about the coat,
John Chapel.

You're bloody obsessed with it.

What can you tell me
about Karen?

Who is she?

Well, she had a childhood
without money.

The sugar sachets found
in her pockets.

She want them, didn't use them.

But she remembers what
it was like to go without.

Yes, and an apple stalk
with two pips.

Which means she
eats the whole core.

Now that is very interesting.

- Why?
- Because I do that, as well.

Great. I'll put an APB out for
anyone who nicks sugar sachets

and eats apples like a weirdo.

Should have this wrapped up
in no time.

Building up a picture
of this woman's psyche

is important
if you want to find her killer.

- What? You think she was killed?
- Obviously.

Yes, look. The shoes.

And no phone?
We can't discount that.

But we're working
on the theory that her

phone slipped out of her pocket
when she fell and washed away.

Well, you'd be better
off working

on your observation skills
because phones don't slip out

of skin tight jeggings.

- You know about jeggings?
- Doesn't everyone?

No, Karen's
killer took her phone

to stop you finding out
who she really was.

But who?
One of the walking group?

This is my mam's walking group
we're talking about.

You can't think that one
of them would murder a stranger?

She wasn't a stranger.

Whoever killed Karen
clearly knew her.

Of course I wouldn't be able
to say who without knowing more

about our suspects.

This is not what I meant.
I hate synthetic fibres.

They make my skin itch.

You're lucky the charity
shop had any walking gear.

This could be good for you,
getting out the house.

You know,
loneliness is a killer.

I'm not lonely.
I just like being alone.

There's a distinct difference.
Chance would be a fine thing.

You see, there's this detective

who always disturbs my peace
and quiet.

Rude. Right, there they are.

They all agreed to come
back and do the walk again?

Bit ghoulish.

Right, now, it's probably
best I take the lead.

You haven't got my antennae
for people.

Ugh! Look, just try
not to let on you're helping me.

If I get caught involving
you, then my promotion

and my career
are down the toilet.

They'll never
suspect I'm involved.

I'm just a retired local actor.
Well, of some repute of course.

A well respected, revered--

Yes, yes, less talky,
more walkie. Come on!

There was an article.
I'll send it to you.

- Oh, well, here they are.
- Hiya.

Mam said it would be alright if
I brought my friend John along.

We've never had a national
treasure with us before.

Oh, please, please.

I'm just one of the group,
nothing special.

What are you doing here?

I'm not here
on official business.

Mam's just always telling me
I need to get out more.

Well, you're so pale,
and you're always driving,

never walk anywhere.

Yes, thank you.
John, mam.

Mr. Chapel.

Anne Treadway, treasurer.
Can you sign here?

Of course.
Is that Anne with an "E"?

I don't want your autograph.
No, this is the consent form.

Do you expect preferential
treatment because you're famous?

- No but--
- No indeed.

I should hope not.

Now hurry up,
and we can get started.

Right, snack bar.

- Oh, no, I'm fine thank you.
- No, it's not a question.

No, it's three hours
until the pub lunch,

and I will not have people's
blood sugar falling.

Worth remembering.
Right, let's go.

I do understand
quite a lot of Welsh, you know.

My wife used to speak
it all the time.

Definitely not a sex pest.

Mam! He understands Welsh!

Also even if he didn't,
"sex pest" is an English word

so he would know you
were calling him one.

Too much gossip
and dawdling back there!

This isn't a sewing circle.

It's like she's got eyes
in the back of her head.

They'd go with the snakes
in her hair.

Still, that's not a bad place
to start.

Whatever got Karen killed,

she's the most likely
to have observed it.

Come on! No stragglers please!

Ah, fresh air in
the lungs and blood in the legs.

Blow, winds,
and crack your cheeks!

rage! blow!
What more could you want?

A bit of silence?

This is the Trebach Ramblers
Pwll Mawr Yomp not a chat show.

Sorry, forgive me, I'll shut up.

But I would like to say
I do admire you for doing this

in Karen's memory.

Something the modern youth
don't understand.

The notion of duty.

What was she like, this Karen?

Honestly?
She was a troublemaker.

Arrived late.

She signed up online,
and the website didn't say

"Walk up whenever suits you."

Rules are rules for a reason.
I find in the modern world,

there's a distinct lack
of decorum.

You sound like my husband.
This was Peter's favourite walk.

I didn't like someone turning up
and treating it like a joke.

Quite right. It's an affront.

And I'll bet she wasn't prepared
in the slightest.

No, she wasn't. No equipment.

No money so couldn't pay for
the walk or her room at the pub.

I can't say I'm surprised.

People want
something for nothing

nowadays days, don't they?

- It just boils my blood.
- That's exactly it, Mr. Chapel.

Young Steffan paid for her
in the end,

which I thought was very odd.

Mind you, there's a lot odd
about Steffan.

- Bit of a mummy's boy.
- That's interesting.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Oh, yes, no, do.

God, you really are good.

No, ice cream is good.

I'm a highly skilled,
emotional empath.

Come on, don't dawdle.

Steffan isn't it?

Yeah. You're Mr. Chapel.

How come you're not
on the telly any more?

Mam thinks you were cancelled,

but Leah thinks you're
just not getting any work.

- Steffan!
- No, no.

That's not what we said.

I'm Leah Jones.
Lovely to meet you, darling.

And you.

I didn't have Caesar
down as much of a walker.

It's good to get out
into God's country, isn't it?

- Yeah.
- Open the gills, clear out

the old blowhole, so to speak.

No, it is. I need it.

I'm a taxi driver so spend
all week sitting on my arse.

This is the only chance
I get to show off my legs.

- Oh, good set of pins.
- Thank you.

I won't get my old
pasty legs out.

Not without a couple
of stiff ones in me.

Drinks that is.

Bronwen Richards.
Big fan of your theatre work.

How wonderful.

Always a pleasure to meet
a discerning theatre-goer.

Hopefully you can bring some
intellectualism into the group.

Oh! No, I'm an intellectual.

I went Open University. love.
I've got an MA.

Yes, of course,
Leah fach.

You've done amazingly
considering your background.

I'm from Merthyr,
not a war zone.

Beautiful scenery, isn't it?

Stunning.

This is the sort of place
I used to come to with my wife.

Aw, come on, aw.

- You poor love.
- Sorry, sorry.

You really know how to make
a newcomer feel

welcome, don't you?

Just like poor Karen. So lovely.

Anne just told me that
Steffan even paid for her room.

Yeah, against my wishes,
but he's a very generous boy.

It comes with being what we call
"academically more able."

He's just been accepted
to Oxford.

Oh, wow! When do you start?

- Seven weeks three days.
- Marvellous.

Karen must have been
very grateful.

- Yeah, she was--
- Too grateful by far,

if you ask me.

Almost lascivious.
Told Steffan she was his type.

That's a bit harsh,
but she was a wrong'un.

Is that why you asked Anne
to throw her out of the group?

No.
She was messing with the mood.

Like the equilibrium
of the group.

Now, Ryan, he seemed
to take a dislike to Karen.

That night, she was making
a point about

"dark things in people's pasts."

And he got up and stormed off.

Three minute rest break is over.

Come on.
It's only four miles to the pub.

Right.

See, you're making friends.

- Please.
- Come on, admit it.

You're enjoying getting out
and meeting new people.

Careful, Steffan.

Okay, pint, pint.

They didn't have
an extra hot long macchiato

so it's Kenco.

Oh, dear.

G and T, tap water, Ryan.
Ooh.

Surprised to see you
with a beer, Stef.

Assumed you were
still breastfed.

For your information,
Steffan hasn't been breastfed

since he was 6.

Makes sense.

And, Anne, they said
your Earl Grey's coming.

They'll probably leave
the bag in too long.

I'd better go and advise.

Best take my jacket off.

Otherwise,
I won't feel the benefit.

Shift your bum. Come on.

- It's Ryan, isn't it?
- Yep.

- Janie. I'm Yvonne's daughter.
- Yeah, I can tell.

I wish everyone would stop
saying that.

We're nothing like each other.

Best take this off,
or I won't feel the benefit.

Can I have a crisp?

You're accent,
it's not from round here?

No, moved here from Manchester.

Manchest-ah. Mad ferrit, sound.

So why'd you move here?

I, uh, wanted somewhere quiet
with nothing going on.

Nothing going on?

You not seen the new park
and ride in Abercynlle?

Saving it for a rainy day.

Aren't you a bit...

young and "normal" for
this group?

My GP thought this
would be good for me.

A lot of health benefits
to walking.

Not for Karen there weren't.

Jesus.

Uh, just came in for a slash.

Excellent place
to have one I find.

Strange the people
you meet in toilets, isn't it?

I remember once standing
at a urinal

next to the great
Sir Ralph Richardson.

Oh.

I was a young actor then.
I completely in awe.

Trying to impress, very eager,

so I start rabbiting on
about this, that, and the other,

and without even looking,
over he said,

"Less prattle more piddle!"

Classic Rafe!

Right.

Yes, wonderful. I think it was
John Gabriel Borkman

he was playing at the time, yeah.

You sure you didn't see
or hear Karen walk off, Leah?

You were in the room
next to her.

No, I didn't see anything.

I was working early shifts all
week, so I was out like a light.

I saw her.

I went for a walk
and saw her heading off.

Couldn't miss her
in that heart jacket.

I gave her a wave,
and she waved back.

- I saw her leaving, too.
- Never.

I was looking out
the window.

Would've been about 9:00.

Could you be sure it was her?

Well, you don't see
many walkers on the falls trail

with leopard print bags,
so, yeah, I think

it's safe to say it was her.

Anne's taking her time.

Oh, her and Karen nearly came
to blows here that night.

- No!
- Yes.

Over Karen being tight
and not paying for the walk.

Anne said it wasn't the money,
it was the principle.

Karen told her to lighten up,
Anne called her a cow.

Anne? Well, I never.
I am speechless.

Completely speechless.
That is a shock.

I know.
Pillar of the community.

Doctor's wife-- well, widow--
in a slanging match.

We were about to send
out a search party.

I needed a think.

- About Karen?
- Mm.

You didn't like her, did you?

No. No.
She wasn't a nice person.

I know people think
I'm a fuddy duddy,

but this walking group means
a lot to me,

and she treated it like a joke.

I think I understand.

This was Peter's favourite view.

I think it was the reason
he wanted to move here.

Every weekend, we were up
in the Peak District,

but he took early retirement
so that we could be here.

This was Peter's spot.

When he could still make it
up here.

Do you mind me asking
what happened?

- It was Parkinsons.
- Oh.

It's such a cruel disease.

We had a few good years

when he could still enjoy these
hills before it got too bad.

And then, last year he...

People expect you to move on,
put on a brave face,

be who you were before.

They don't see you
can't go back.

It doesn't get any easier.

Oh, I'm sorry. I remember
reading about your wife.

How long's it been?

- 10 years.
- 10.

It might be good for you to talk
about it with the group more.

A problem shared?

We're a walking group,
not a poetry society. Come on.

What did you get from Anne?

A stiff upper lip

and a warm vulnerability
hidden behind a cold shoulder.

In English?

Oh, sorry, my mistake.
I'll dumb it down.

Anne didn't like Karen.
Karen bad. Make Anne sad.

Sod off.

I can't see her as our killer.

This death has sullied one

of her remaining links
to her husband.

She's the only one who seems
to have lost anything from this.

There's something off
about Karen's backpack.

Do you want to
know what I reckon?

No. Now I followed up
my hunch on Ryan.

Oh. Pray tell.

He went to the toilet
to take these.

Quetiapine? No idea
what that is.

Mental health meds.

A friend of mine used to take
them. It's not a big deal.

Why are you making such a big
deal out of it, John Chapel?

And our charming landlady,
what did she make of Karen?

I assume you interviewed her.

She wasn't very helpful.

Like trying to get blood
from a stone.

I didn't see her leave,

but she cleared her room and she
left the key behind the bar.

Her room was settled
in cash, which is fine by me,

because I don't trust
all this internet banking.

Oh, neither do I.

Makes it too easy for
all these crooks and con men.

Well, this is it, isn't it?

Now, I know you'd never be
indiscreet about a guest.

But if you noticed anything
about Karen,

it could be very helpful.

For me.

There were
goings on' in the the night.

Sexual goings on,
if you know what I mean.

I'm fairly sure it
was coming from her room.

Which doesn't surprise me,

because she seemed
to be a very cheap woman.

Thank you.

I'll never forget
how helpful you've been.

Blood from a stone?

Aah!

What's the hold up?

We were supposed
to set off eight minutes ago!

He's had a fall.

I haven't had a fall.
I'm not 80!

I fell over.

Nearly ended up
with a fire poker up my a--

Ow, my ankle!

- Let me do that!
- You silly sausage.

That's really helpful of you,
Yvonne. Thank you.

I think I need to put this
up actually.

Look, I think it's best if you
continue the walk without me.

Yeah, you heard him, come on.
We have to finish the walk.

It's the whole reason
we're here.

He'll be fine.

Hope I don't collapse
on the walk.

Anne will leave me for dead.

- Yeah.
- Bad choice of words.

We'll stay with him.

Right, let's go.

Well, come on then.

I thought you were injured.

- You're really good at acting!
- Thank you, Yvonne.

A BAFTA, an Emmy Nomination,
and a TV Choice Award,

feigning a man
with a twisted ankle is nothing.

Yes, you were great, darling,
but why did you do it?

Because we need to get back
and find Karen's car.

We've already checked
every car in the car park.

Something that
the landlady said.

Karen was cheap.
The sugar sachets, see!

Karen was frugal. She wouldn't
pay for the car park.

She parked nearby and walked.
We need to widen the search.

One of these must be hers.

Look, you say you're
not a sex pest.

Not a sex pest
last time I checked, no.

But you're not trying to
take advantage of her, are you?

If anyone's taking advantage,

it's your daughter,
Mrs. Mallowan.

Using my gifts
to further her career.

Only you mean a lot
to that girl.

Your show was the only thing

that got her through
what happened.

What happened?

I shouldn't say anything.

Okay, fine. Her best friend
died. A while ago.

Very sad. Suicide.

Right. I didn't know.

Janie was
so lost, bless her.

Hardly left her room for months.
Watched your show on repeat.

It was like a comfort blanket
for her.

Got her through the worst.

Look, what I'm saying is

you are her hero, so if you hurt
her, I'll have your wotsits off

and feed them to the birds.

Right.

Well, like I say,
no intention of hurting her

and every intention
of keeping hold of my wotsits.

I happen to be quite attached
to them.

What about this one?

It's got a leopard print dog bed
in the back, very Karen.

If Karen had a pet,
it would be a cat.

Honestly, your antennae.

Think, Chapel.

Think, think, think.

What are you doing?!

It's Karen's car.

The sticker?
The personalised number plate?

Ostentatious, very Karen.

It's messier than
your car, love.

We can't go around
damaging people's property.

This is a police investigation.

You could have
just jeopardised--

That's her.
That's Karen.

Apparently, it's
Veronica Mount actually.

Wow. You can choose any
fake name and you go for Karen?

So, Karen Barnes is in fact
Veronica Mount,

a psychiatric nurse
from Cheshire.

Can we go back to the bit

where you completely lost
your mind

and smashed open the window
before calling it in?

Yeah, sorry, sir,
moment of madness.

Don't know what came over me.

Oh. Yeah, right. Say no more.
I've got three daughters.

Do you need to take
an afternoon off?

Hot water bottle
and a big Galaxy

usually does the trick
for my lot.

No, no, sir. I'm fine.
That's not it.

Very considerate of you.
Bit over the mark.

Well, anyway, it all
seems cleared up.

This calls for a Twix
from the vending machine.

My shout.
- I don't know if it is.

I still think it's murder.

We still haven't found
her phone,

she lied about her identity,

and she rubbed a lot of the
group up the wrong way.

That sounds like a something
your actor friend

might dream up.

How about sticking to the
obvious instead of your guts?

Not everything is a murder.

Hiya.

Thanks.

That was Baxter at the path lab.

The PM report confirms
it was murder.

Karen was dead before the fall.

The impact was
from some sort of metal rod.

Somebody hit her,
then pushed her over the edge.

Well, what do you think?

It would be easier
to think without distractions.

I can't believe
someone would do that to Karen.

Speechless, I am.

Sorry, I'm giving her a lift
to funkypump.

Mind you, nobody seemed
to like Karen.

Even Anne, right from the off.

Karen asked her what kind
of operation she was running,

and Anne bristled.

Bristled!

Didn't even give her
a snack bar for the walk,

and Anne
always gives people a snack bar

so I thought even then she's
a wrong'un.

Yeah, a cup of tea
would be lush, mam.

I keep being drawn
to the backpack.

This again?

Forget objects, focus on people,
emotions, feelings.

Chaudhry?

I've run a background
check on our victim.

Her bank got back to me.

Up until 2023,

Veronica Mount received regular
deposits of five thousand grand.

I think you mean five grand.
Anything else?

Yeah.

Tony on the front desk
has just won a hundred quid

on a scratch card.

Anything relevant to the case?

I thought we were just
chatting. No. Nothing.

Well, that explains the comment
"dark things in people's past."

Blackmail.

You think she was
blackmailing one of the group?

- Who?
- Ryan obviously.

Because he's on anti-psychotics?
We can't hound people

because they have
mental health problems.

Yes, but he's lying about seeing
Karen-- Veronica that morning.

What did he say?

He knew it was her because
he saw the heart on her jacket?

- So?
- Well, how could he?

She was wearing her backpack.

Bronwen saw her wearing
it that morning,

and it was found with the body.

I'm not lying. I saw her.

She even waved at me.
Why would I lie?

You moved here from Manchester.

Veronica Mount lived
in Cheshire,

but worked for a mental health
trust in Manchester.

It's a big city.

It's not like here
where everyone knows each other.

I mean, you two probably
went to school together.

That's just a Welsh stereotype.
We didn't go to school together.

Only because
Aunty Yvonne thought

my school was too rough for you.

We are cousins, yes, alright.

So you and Veronica just went
for a walk at the same time?

Where? Why?

I'd urge my client
not to say anything.

Don't act all smart, Aeron.
You used to eat crayons.

Look, I know you don't
want to talk about the darkness

in the old melon.

Are you trying
to say mental health?

Yeah, I've been there, too.

I might seem
like a normal person.

Feel free to agree.

But a little while ago
I had a pretty big, breaky D.

A nervy B.
Just lost the marbs a bit.

You're really not very good
at talking about this stuff.

I just slept, occasionally ate.

And watched a hell of a lot
of crime dramas.

That's why you disappeared?

Mam said you'd gone on
a ski holiday.

Look, I know what
it's like to come back from

something like that.
and I think you do, too.

Maybe, yeah.

But you need to start opening up
and talking about it.

Because I don't see
you as a murderer.

Last year, I had a bit
of an episode.

I was working in Manchester,

burning the candle at both ends,
and I couldn't cope.

Hence the Quetiapine?

How did you know?

It's not a peeing contest,
but I was on a way higher dose.

Well, the meds have really
helped, but I lost them

when I was on the walk.

I had to get an emergency
prescription sent over

to the pharmacy in Abercynlle.

- That's where I was.
- I know the one.

Jean would remember you.
Big city coat.

Weird accent. I'll check it out.

Now who doesn't have
the antennae?

Uh, oh, I still don't understand

why you lied
about seeing Veronica leaving.

I didn't.

I don't care what
Bronwen thinks she saw.

Check with her son.
He must have seen her, as well.

Steffan?
He was asleep all morning.

No. He was watching
from the window.

It was definitely him.
Little weirdo.

Okay.

- Yeah.
-Okay.

Ryan's story checks out.

Couldn't shut Jean at
the chemist up about his coat.

But Steffan?
I don't know why he lied to us.

Probably because he
was hiding the fact he'd spent

the night with Veronica.

You think they were doing it?

No, I don't think they were
"doing it"

because I'm not 12 years old.

They were having sex.
Natural, passionate, animal sex.

I don't like it
when you talk about that stuff.

It's like when teachers do.

Right, let's go see
what he has to say.

Whoa, you're not coming.

We'll be laughed out of court

if the arresting officers are me
and the man

the Radio Times called
"Britain's Greatest Detective."

No. Stay here.

I'll leave the window open
for you.

I'm not a dog.

And it was "Britain's
Most Formidable Detective."

Good boy.

Can I help?

We need to have a chat, Steffan.

I said stay in the car!

Look, I told you everything I--

It's alright.

I knew this moment
would come sooner

or later,
so I might as well say it.

I murdered her.

I'm not convinced.

It just doesn't feel right.
Bronwen?

- Get off my fries.
- I'm only having a couple.

I know what you mean,
but Bronwen's confessed.

Doesn't even want a solicitor
even though Steffan and Leah

are desperate trying to get
her one.

Leah?

Of course.

Bronwen didn't do it!

She made the same mistake I did.
It's nothing to do with Bronwen.

- You were right.
- Was I? Brilliant.

What about?
- It was the backpack.

It all hinges on that.

It wasn't messy.
Ryan wasn't lying.

I hope there's a good reason
for bringing us all here.

I'm supposed to be
at water aerobics,

the instructor will go easy
on the group if I'm not there.

What is going on?

You're still not telling me
why I've been released.

Because you didn't
kill Veronica.

You're protecting your son.

- I was gonna say that bit.
- It needed gravitas.

- I didn't kill her!
- He didn't. It was me.

Wow.

Sorry, what are you doing?

I just came in
with everyone else.

- What's going on?
- Can you go?

Steffan really didn't
kill her, Bronwen.

No, you made the same
mistake I did.

You assumed that Steffan spent
the night with Veronica.

No? Nice young Steffan
and Veronica?

- Well, I had suspected--
- No you hadn't, mam.

I came to your room
to bring you a hot wot bot,

and you weren't there.

Next morning,
I saw her walk off.

You came back into your room
within an hour.

Nobody else was up,
so I assumed that you--

Nipped out to murder a woman?

- No.
- Then where were you all night?

With me.

Bloody hell.

Got a fish and chips.

Of, who's ordering
food at a time like this?!

Somebody stole
all my chips earlier.

- These are on the house.
- Really? That's so sweet.

I hope this is a sick joke.

I actually had suspected.

I don't think we need to
be airing all this in public.

Excuse me.

God they are good chips, though.

Sorry, that's
why Veronica made that comment

about being exactly your type.

She wasn't flirting.

She'd caught me and Leah
kissing on the walk.

Seemed to find it funny.

That's why I offered
to pay for her room,

so she wouldn't tell mam.

Why do you think I come on
these walks with you mam?

You're smothering.

How can you say
that about your own mother?

To be fair,
you have just accused him

of being a murderer, love.

Well, I wish he was.
It's better than this.

Leave her alone!

Leah's the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Wait, so who did kill Veronica?

It was the snack bar that made
me suspect first of all.

You always offer one on arrival.

I thought I'd been so careful.

We didn't realise
you used to live in Manchester.

That's how you knew Veronica.

She'd worked as a trainee nurse
under your husband

before he took early retirement.

And of course she knew
why he'd taken early retirement.

The onset of Parkinsons
isn't great for a doctor,

but far worse for a surgeon.

My guess is there was
some kind of botched procedure.

Only one.

I mean, people didn't have to
be snowflakes about it.

Nobody died,
and the panel cleared him.

Yes, but they didn't know about
the Parkinsons.

Veronica did, and she decided
to blackmail him.

I never knew.

She was blackmailing him right
up until he went into care,

and she couldn't get to him.

She was torturing him.

And then Veronica
showed up here.

Yes. Last year.

She threatened
to expose the truth about Peter.

He was a pillar
of the community.

I shouldn't have,
but I paid her.

She said it was a one off.

Yes, but blackmail's never
a one off, though.

No, I thought that was
the end of it,

and then she
showed up on the walk.

It must have taken
a lot for you

to pretend you that
didn't know her.

She wanted more money.

She said she would come back
every week until I paid her.

I told her to meet me
along the trail

so nobody from the group
would see us.

And in return,
she would leave forever.

And she did leave.
Forever.

- That's good gravitas.
- Thank you.

You waited for her

at the top of the falls
with an iron bar you'd found.

- Found?
- Yeah.

No, no. It was clearly
the poker from the pub.

You didn't get that?

Occasionally you do have to
think about objects, not people.

Thank you.
Then, you took her phone,

removing the one piece
of evidence

that could tell us who
she really was.

And then you pushed her
over the edge.

Everyone would assume
that she didn't want to walk

with the group and left early.

Another faller in inappropriate
gear in a danger spot.

Very well planned. Very Anne.

But how did you actually know?

The backpack.

Ryan saw Veronica walking
off without one.

So who did Bronwen see
walking off with the backpack?

She left it in her room.

I mean, what sort of a person

walks the falls trail
without their equipment?

You panicked, but then, as
usual, you came up with a plan.

You came back
to Veronica's room,

packed a bag, then left the
pub pretending to be Veronica.

- Then you walked back--
- Oi, I'm still talking here!

Then you walked back
to the falls

and threw it in with the body.

- I still don't see--
-It was too neatly packed.

- Yeah.
- Ordered.

Very Anne, but totally
out of character for Veronica.

Well, that's very annoying.

May I have a moment alone
to say goodbye?

Of course.

Actually no.

Just the whole you being
a murderer thing

sort of means
I have to stay here.

But I can--
I'll wait while you.

Have your moment.

It's hard to believe
how much Anne would risk

just to protect a dead person.

It's easy to kill when half
of you is already dead.

It's a shame.
We all need people.

Living people.

You can't cut yourself
off from all connections.

Hey, I'm talking about
you in case--

I very much got that.

Hard to miss
with your sledgehammer approach.

Oh, quick, get down.
Get down, get down!

- Sir, don't.
- What are you doing?

A senior male officer
trying to get in

to a lone female officer's car?
- Oh!

- Inappropriate.
- Yeah. Sorry.

They're doing gender politics
in the workplace

refresher courses in Swansea.

I'll sign myself up.

I'll just and have a chat
with the lads.

Not lads, fellas, uh, fellow
officers, colleagues, people.

Hello there.
How's it going, lads?

Well, unsurprisingly,
Anne made a full confession.

Wow. Look at this place.

You finally finished
your great cry for help.

Yep. Made a lot harder
with my shoulder.

Pushing me down like that.

Still, everything is
in its right place.

And now I can sit down
and enjoy it.

Yeah. Great.

Look, um, feel free to say no,

but I'm going to
the pub tonight.

Do you fancy joining?

I can't.
I've got plans for this evening.

You may have had a point.

Perhaps I do need to get out
and meet people.

So I've signed up for
the local bookshop book group.

Aw, John Chapel, that's amazing!
My mam goes to that one.

Oh, great.

I was hoping to
not get a word in edgeways.

Hey. I'm allowed to be rude
about my mam, but you're not.

Well, I'll leave you
to get ready.

Before you go, I've um...

got you a gift.

I know Caesar means a lot
to you so...

What? What's wrong?

Nothing.
These are happy tears.

Oh.

Oh. Ooh.

Thank you.

Can you put it on?

- Okay.
- Alright.

Can you do the line?

Crime waits for no man.

- Oh.
- What?

No, nothing. It's just...

Well, it didn't sound
like Caesar.

What are you talking about?
Of course it did.

- Hmm, not really.
- Yes, it did.

Well, don't get
in a huff about it.

I am not in a huff.
Crime waits for no man.

Keep working on it.
I'm sure it'll come back.