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The air bites shrewdly.
It is very cold.

And bring in
the toxic cloud ghost.

Now wobble

and gentle hiss whisper,

- Hamlet, Hamlet.
- Hamlet, Hamlet, Hamlet.

Okay, Hamlet, it's your father.

But he's dead,
so it must be a ghost.

You're very surprised.

- And...
- Hamlet, Hamlet...

Angels and ministers of grace
defend us.

Hamlet, Hamlet...

We can't hear you, Ben, love.

Yeah, it's all the racket
with the metal sheet

and the toxic wobbling.
Can we take five please, Wendy?

Er, okay. Okay, everyone,
take a break.

And costumes in the basket
if you've finished your fitting.

I dunno why I can't have
a boiler suit like the blokes.

It's a post apocalyptic
patriarchy.

It's Menna's vision.

Wendy, I don't wanna do it
all loud and fake, like.

My Hamlet's gotta be natural.

Like Marlon Brando
or Danny Dyer.

Real.

I get that, Ben, love,
but we can't hear you.

Please, can we just stick to
how we've been doing it?

Why don't we check with Menna?
She'll get it.

Director's vision 'n all.

Menna's in her office.

She was very clear
she wanted a bit of shwsh.

We can't keep disturbing her
every two minutes.

She deserves a rest.

She's given her life
for this theatre.

Probable death by strangulation.

Slight petechiae in the eyes
and her lips are swollen.

Sharp indentation
and bruising traversing the neck

suggests ligature
rather than finger pressure.

I love it
when you sound proper technical.

Anything on what was used?

Looks like a length
of rope or cord.

Chaudhry, what do we know
about the victim?

Menna Hughes.
Retired headmistress,

property developer and bigwig
in the community.

Runs the Hedd Wyn
Theatre Group here.

Well, ran.

A few of the actors
were out at the local cafe

so only some of them were here.

Theatre doors were open

so we can't rule out somebody
coming in off the street.

Nobody claims
to have seen anything,

but they could be lying.

They are skilled actors.

I mean, one of them's
been in Doctors.

Mm.

So, not much to go on.

Oh, hello.

Did you know about this?

From Menna's solicitor.
She recently changed her will.

No, I had no idea.

But you were her assistant.

Yeah, but it's not like
I did everything for Menna.

Just her diary, admin,

running rehearsals,
washing the costumes,

cleaning her house.

I hope she paid you well.

It would've been an insult
if she'd paid me.

I got to bathe in her light.

She relied on me,
and now she--

Oh, oh, okay.

Erm, yep. Do you--

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you.

I suppose you'll have to
cancel the show now.

Oh, no, we can't do that.

We've sold all the tickets.
The money's going to charity,

providing theatre equipment
to veterans.

Plus this was Menna's dream.

Well, I don't know
if "this" would've been.

No, but Hamlet was.

Years she'd talked
about tackling it.

If we cancelled it now,
she would turn in her...

Oh, God.

Oh, gosh, yeah, big feelings.

Can you? Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Keep it. There it is.
You're welcome.

John Chapel! I was just, er,
passing in the area and--

Yes, yes, the theatre director,
Llanfydan.

Wondered when
you were gonna come.

Great. I'll just get
the files from the car.

And I've got your bourbons in.

Ooh!

They were rehearsing a play
at the time of the murder.

Hamlet.

Ah, the melancholy Dane.

"O that this too too solid flesh
would melt. Thaw."

"And resolve itself into a dew!"

- You know Hamlet?
- Yeah!

And I can read and write.
Clever little me.

Now, Wendy the assistant.

Something's off there.

Menna basically had her
running the company

and her life for nothing.

I mean, what sort of a person

lets someone walk all over them
like that?

Good question. Unrelated,

but how are things with your
old friend? Still avoiding her?

Things with me and Rhiannon
are complicated, okay?

You're not unlike Hamlet
yourself, are you?

Riddled with indecision.

I'm not riddled with anything,
thank you.

Now, our thinking is,

it was somebody in
the theatre company that did it.

- Oh, let's have a look. Ah, yes.
- There you go.

"A stripped down production

combining Shakespearean text
with contemporary idiom.

Relocated to the last farm in a
post-apocalyptic future Wales."

You know, I like the sound
of this Menna.

She's pushing the boundaries.

Back to the case, please.

Right, er, right, okay.

Well, you can assume that Menna
had at least one enemy,

because they've put out
an urgent call for a Claudius.

- So?
- It's the second most important

character in it. Take it from
me, I've played it twice.

Hamlet once.
Laertes. Old Hamlet.

And famously Gertrude in
an all male touring production.

Yeah, I think I've still got
the lace bodice

around here somewhere.
It's, er--

Do you want me
to get on with it? Yeah, okay.

Erm, right, well, this obviously
meant a lot to Menna.

She wouldn't leave it so late
to cast an important part.

Their Claudius must
have left recently.

- Why?
- And who?

Well, that's obvious,
isn't it? Look.

All their recent productions
include Leonard Price.

Oh, yeah. He's got the eyes
of a Claudius, yes.

Dilated, deceitful?
Yes, Chapel. That's him.

Good. Well, I'm going
to go and have a word

with this Leonard Price.

You ever think you'd like
to get back into acting?

Why did you pack it all in?

I just thought it was the right
time to retire, alright?

Oh. Yeah. But you were
in your prime.

I mean, I get it, though.
Better to leave at the top,

- before you lose it.
- Lose it? Look,

a good actor, a proper actor,
doesn't lose it.

No, it's like riding a bike,
you know,

one that you park
every now and then.

Yeah, but your bike's
been parked for over a decade.

Your chain's rusty,
you need an oil,

and the less said
about the seat, the better.

Just a minute.

- Alright?
- I am, yeah.

But Menna Hughes isn't.

DS Mallowan, Trebach CID.

Come in.

Sorry about the volume!

I find panpipes very soothing.

Thanks. Can't stand panpipes.

They used to play them outside
Lush when I worked there...

God, can you believe
it's 13 years

since I worked at Lush?

Ah, the delicate dance of time.

Yeah.

What's that smell?

Is that hemp oil?

Sure. Hemp oil.

Erm, you said you were here
about Menna?

Yeah. She snuffed it.

I mean, er, she's dead.

- Murdered.
- Yes, I-I know.

Terrible.

You were in the Hedd Wyn
Theatre Group with her?

Yeah, we started it together,
back in the day

when there were just a few of us
wild eyed dreamers.

Why did you leave the group?

All things come to an end,
and I'm not getting any younger.

Nah. You'd already signed up
to play Claudius.

I, er-- I never could lie.

I blame my eyes. Too expressive.

Menna and I fell out
over Chester, my dog.

About a month ago,
he nipped her.

And Menna, being Menna,
got all dramatic about it

and said he'd taken a hansh
out of her leg.

So she chucked you
out the group for that?

Worse!
She reported me and Chester.

S-Said he was dangerous

and that I'd have to get him
re-homed or put down.

And now he's gone.

She exerted her influence
with the council.

Oh.

I thought postmen
didn't like doggies?

Well, I did.

I couldn't stomach being
around Menna after that.

I do have to ask you,
where were you on Saturday

between 11:00 and 1:00?

Oh, that's an easy one.

Same place I am every day
after I finish my rounds.

Surfing on Traeth Olaf.

I'm what they call
a silver surfer.

There's a car park ticket
on the van window.

Was there anybody else who might
have... had beef with Menna?

Well, there was all that
business with her holiday lets.

Someone graffitied the walls

and took an angle grinder
to the key safe boxes.

There-- There was
Ben and Rowena, too.

- From the theatre group?
- Yes, yes.

They were-- They were
buying a house.

Menna came in at the last minute
and gazumped them.

Gazumped. I always think
that word sounds really rude.

Like, erm,
'"They're not just friends.

I heard they were gazumping."

You've been a great help.
I'll show myself out.

No! That's the toilet.

Yep. I actually do need
to go to the toilet now anyway.

So, erm, won't be a mo!

So, Linda, you hear
Hamlet coming.

Ketan, love, that's Polonius'
cue to dive behind the arras

before Hamlet infects him
with the bio-virus.

Do you mean like this?

"Aah!"

Yeah, it's...

Okay, take five, everyone.
Down time.

Detective, can I help you?

Mm, mm.

Sorry, mouthful
of fish and chips.

God, I wish there were
more murders by the sea.

I really love fish and chips.

That sounds callous. Erm...

But I'm looking
for Ben and Rowena.

Oh, they're in the dressing room
doing vocal warm ups.

- Oh, I'm in a flap, I am.
- Eh?

We've managed
to cast a new Claudius!

And we've only landed
ourselves a real actor!

I'm a real actor.

Sorry, Greg,
course you are, love.

He's not.
I mean an established actor.

Yeah.

You probably recognise him, detective.

He used to be very famous.

John Chapel.

Ah! He-- He looks
vaguely familiar.

What are you doing here,
Mr. Chapel?

Serendipity beckons, Officer.

What?

An urgent call went out
for Claudius,

and coincidentally,

I've been considering
a soft return to the stage.

And I thought
this excellent little theatre

would be the perfect place
to test out the waters.

Er, well, even though it's
under such tragic circumstances.

Yeah, erm, c-can we have
a little moment?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, yeah, of course.

Jac, careful
with the toxic grain.

What can I do for you, Officer?

What the hell are you doing?

I answered their call for help.

I think I can still knock
the dust off my Claudius.

I am this close to being
fast-tracked to my dream job,

and you decide to put on
a play with the suspects?

I thought I could be
useful to the investigation.

I can be
your eyes and ears within.

You can't be actively involved.

Oh, well, so you want me
to wait at home, do you,

for your visits,
until you need me,

like some disposable skivvy?

No-- Not skivvy, you weirdo.

Like, I dunno, a computer.

Oh, great. So what do you do
when you're finished with me,

then? Unplug me?
Do you take out my hard drive?

No, this is the best way

for us to get the bottom
of this murder.

This is the best way
for you to kill my career.

Well, it's hardly a great look
for my career, is it?

Do you think I want to be here?

A regional amateur
dramatic theatre company?

I did 11 years with
the Royal Shakespeare Company,

for goodness sake.

And I've told you,
I am completely retired.

Ugh, fine.
You're here now anyway.

I need to talk to Ben
and Rowena.

I'll come with you, yes,
just to observe, yes.

But try and keep it quick,
though, will you?

There's an awful lot
to get through today.

So how long till the..."pooft"?

Sorry, don't know
why I mimed an explosion.

Er, the-- the birth, the baby?

A month.

I think he's had
another growth spurt.

Wendy's gonna have to take
that costume out again.

I can't be trussed up
like a chicken

with a belt across my bump.

I don't care if I have to be
the first Ophelia in a kaftan.

Not the first.

I saw a Hamlet set
in '60s California once.

It was very Manson family vibe.

It was bold. But bloody awful.

Yep. Menna gazumped you,
didn't she?

She gave you a right gazumping.

- No, wasn't a big deal.
- It was a very big deal!

We've been living
on a caravan site for two years

getting the cash together
to buy our dream house,

and Menna comes in and buys it.

It's actually a proper
tidy static, not a caravan.

I've lived in far worse places.

I want a house, not somewhere
I can cook bacon

whilst sat on the toilet.

I keep telling her
to close the door, like.

- You must have been angry.
- Livid.

- Oh, chill out.
- I'm hormonal.

I don't want to chill out!

I wasn't angry with her.
Just-- Just more confused.

Well, now, this could be useful.

Channel it into your Hamlet.
Confusion, indecision, yes--

Can we save the acting tips
till after I've gone?

Yeah.

I'd known Menna
since I was a kid.

She was my headmistress.
So her doing that,

it was just--
just a bit sly, you know?

"That one may smile,
and smile, and be a villain."

Yeah, that's Hamlet on Gertrude.
This is all brilliant subtext.

- Why do you think she did it?
- What, marry Claudius?

Well, there's the million dollar
question, you see.

- Lots of people think--
- Menna, not Gertrude!

Bigger issues going on here.

I dunno.
She hadn't been herself lately.

Not just beating us
to the house.

She proper yelled at Wendy
in front of everyone

for not sending off
some documents.

Yeah. Me and Menna
got on alright,

but even I know
she was a 'mare to Wendy.

By taking advantage
of her better nature.

Halloo! Sorry, loves,

but shall we get a shwffti on
with rehearsals?

- Erm?
- Oh.

Act 1, Scene 2, please!

Okay, so keep an eye on Wendy
and those two.

See what else you can find out.

Oh, you want the computer's
help now, then?

Don't make me restore you
to factory settings, okay?

I mean, the old rogue.
We were completely outraged.

He slept through the entire
first run and woke up

and gave us the best notes
we've ever had in our lives.

It's good to have another
professional actor in the group.

Er, Greg. I did a couple
of eps of Doctors last year.

Teacher with Shingles.

'Course. Thought I knew you.

Lovely itch work.

Thanks, John.

Er, Wendy, you were rung.

- Menna was such a fan of yours.
- Oh.

Your theatre work goes
way over my head, of course.

What, you're not a fan
of the theatre?

Oh, n-no, I'm obsessed!

Just, Menna always said
that I didn't have what it took

for the serious stuff, so
I was put in charge of pantos.

Oh.

Have you ever done panto?

I've somehow resisted the urge.

Ah. You would make
an excellent Widow Twankey.

Thank you.

Well, sadnesses aside,
of course,

you must be enjoying
your newfound responsibilities.

Oh, yeah. I mean,

it's great to be able to honour
Menna's dream like this,

but I'll probably fudge it up,
so...

You shouldn't put yourself down.

You're really good at it.

Oh.

- Oh, sorry.
- Yeah.

- Right, erm, better get on.
- Yeah.

Okay, so, er,

why don't we get
our new star guest

to do Claudius' Confession?

What, me? Now?

Be like our very own
masterclass. One of the greats.

Well, yeah, erm,

yeah, just-- just
hold that thought for a moment.

Yeah, now, er, look,
you're an exciting company,

yeah, right, trying new things.

Do-- Do you know, I think
I'm gonna need some time

to, er-- to immerse myself
in your style.

Well, you're all experienced
actors, so you understand that.

As an experienced actor
I-I get that, actually.

Okay, guys, let's move on. Yeah.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Right, o-okay.

Er, Ben, let's go with
your first soliloquy.

And let's work on
speaking up a tot, okay?

O, that this too solid flesh
would melt, like.

Thaw itself into a...

A...

- Line?
- Dew.

He's got it.

Menna dropped
the vandalism case.

She even came into the station
in person.

Right.

Oh, that's all you got? Oh.

Ah, wait a minute,
I know what's going on.

Pretending that's all you've got

and then you're going to tell me
you know who did it.

- Love it.
- Er... no.

- No?
- No.

Oh. That is a blow.

I was really hoping
you'd have something tangible.

Yeah, this is all my fault,
I suppose.

What do you mean, your fault?

I put too much pressure on you.

Didn't stop to consider
that your previous cases

- might have been flukes.
- They weren't flukes!

It happens all the time.
One hit wonder.

I'm not a one hit wonder.
I'm a non stop hit machine.

I'm-- Call me Alan Hitmarsh

because this is going to be
another hit.

Hey, hey. Something my old
DCI used to say to motivate me.

"I like you, Clarke,"
he used to say.

"You don't get results,
you sweat results."

Oh. So you've always been
a bit sweaty?

What? No. No, no.
In fact, I'm not sweaty.

Kel's got me a new roll on.
Barrier Reef.

No, what I'm saying is
work hard. Get sweating.

Okay.

Now, your old school wrestlers,
your Big Daddies,

your Giant Haystacks,
your Kendo Nagasakis,

that was real combat.

Can we move this along?

Janie, you free? Got someone
here to report a vehicle theft.

Yeah, of course. Let me just
take a few details...

- Hello.
- Hi.

- Er, my car's been stolen.
- Wow. Shame.

- Oh.
- Make? Model?

Yeah, it's a Tesla. Model 3.

- Ooh, very nice.
- Shut up.

Can you remember
the registration?

Yeah, I can. It's SL19GCS...

Why don't I deal with this?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm-hmm.

This way, madam.

Thanks.

You've got the same plates
as my mam.

These are your mum's plates.

She keeps bringing me
meals round.

Can you make her stop?

You can't stop that woman
from delivering food.

She's like Christian Aid.
Now, the case.

The only person I can see
who stood to gain anything

from Menna dying is Wendy.

She went from being the gofer
to running the theatre company.

Which she didn't want.

Wendy idolised Menna.
She was happy to be her doormat.

Well, maybe she had enough
and snapped.

The vandalism to Menna's houses,
now, that is interesting.

It's probably
disgruntled locals.

It's not isolated to Menna.

You see it happening
everywhere these days.

Yes, but she told the police
to drop it.

Now, this is the same Menna

that had a good friend's dog
taken away from them

and suggested it be put down
because of the rules.

Well, maybe it was one of those
annoying, yappy, little dogs.

Well, wait, that was weird.

What was?

Leonard still had the dog lead.

You'd get rid of it,
wouldn't you?

Unless you used it
to strangle Menna.

It's the right colour.
It's a rope.

You need to focus less on
objects and more on psychology.

Now, Rowena,
I just can't figure her out.

I mean, why's she
in the theatre group?

She's keeping an eye on Ben,
yes, Chapel, yes,

but-- but why else?

Okay, well, you should keep
an eye on her.

Well, that could be tricky.

Because I'm thinking
of leaving the group.

What? Why?
You've only just joined.

Well, it's not fair on them,
is it?

I mean, I don't want to outshine
them, you know.

It'd be like entering
a Rembrandt

in a child's
drawing competition.

Now Menna's gone, Leonard
can come back and play Claudius.

You're just saying that because
you're scared

that you've lost it.

No, no.

No, it's just too amateurish.

We couldn't rehearse today
with Gertrude

because Linda had
a double shift at B&Q.

You can't leave
until we've solved the case.

You're going back there,
John Chapel.

- No, but--
- No buts. You're going.

And don't sulk.

You look like an old baby.

Oi, Johnny Chaps! Chaps-o!

Tell me what you think of this.

To be or not to be. Like,
that is the big question.

You know?
- Can I stop you there?

I do worry that the audience
might struggle to hear you.

That's what I've been saying.

It's what Brando does!
Makes 'em lean in.

But Shakespeare's all
about language, Ben.

Some of the most beautiful words
ever uttered.

Yeah, that's what gets on
my nerves.

Mm.

Not much sign of Leonard
on any of these posters.

Lots of you, though, Ben.

No offence to Leonard,

but who's gonna sell
more tickets?

Some old stoner guy
or this super lush babe magnet?

Hey! Come on.

You've had plenty of time

to immerse yourself
in our style now, Mr. Chapel,

so confession time,
you naughty sausage.

Come on.
-Yeah.

- Are you shitting yourself?
- What?

No.

Not at all.

I am shitting myself slightly,
yes. Yeah.

It's so weird.
You're like a proper actor.

I'm not nervous and I'm rubbish.

You can say no.

No. Rubbish?
No, not-- not at all.

But I still love doing it.

Ahh. Takes me out of my life.

I get to be someone else
for a bit.

It's like an escape.

Yeah, I get that, of course.
Yeah.

But it's a bit more complicated
than that.

Is it?

Or is it just a bunch
of grown-ups dressing up

and mucking about?

I suppose it is.

Ultimately.

So excited.

How come
there's no costumes?

I need to rehearse
my quick change.

They're still round mine.
What with all the hoo-ha,

I just haven't had chance
to wash them all yet.

Right, Claudius, Mr. Chapel.

Act 3 scene 3.

Aye. Um...

I like him not.

Nor...

Uh, nor stands it safe
with us.

To let his madness range.

There's no body.

No, spoons.

For the eye bags.

Now, preliminary reports are
back on Menna Hughes.

-Cause of death?
- Definitely strangulation.

- Any news on the weapon?
- We managed to find microfibres.

It's definitely a rope,
about 12 mils wide, black.

Do you think it could be
a dog lead?

Maybe. Now, something
interesting turned up.

Drumroll.
- Do I have to?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Menna was already dying.

Lymphoma cancer,
spread to the spine.

Probably only had
a few months left at the most.

Also means it wouldn't
have taken

much force to strangle her.

Your killer wouldn't
need to be that strong.

Now... how's my bags?

Oh, my God,
that's amazing, innit?

- Spoons.
- Wow.

O bosom black as death!

That, struggling to be free,
Art more engaged!

Help, angels. Make assay.

Bow, stubborn knees.

And heart with strings of steel,

Be soft as sinews
of the newborn babe.

All may be well.

That's how I would
have done it actually.

Fair dos like.

I mean, that was loud
but well good.

Oh. Right.

I can't believe
he's our Claudius.

I wish Menna could see it.
She'd be over the moon.

I, uh, I just need some air.

Is Ben alright?

Can I?

Menna loved you, didn't she, eh?

Front and centre
of every poster.

Leading role
in every production.

That was more than a director,

proud of one
of her company members.

She was your mother, wasn't she?

- No.
- What?

She wasn't, but she
always looked out for me.

Yeah.

When I went into care,
she was all over it,

even more than
my foster parents, like.

So emotionally, you could say
she was like your mother?

So I was right.
Let's not split hairs.

So... what happened, Ben?

You can hardly bear
to talk about her.

It was me, alright?

I graffitied her houses.

I was so fuming, I just lost it.

That was meant to be our house.

I didn't think it would hurt
Menna so much.

Menna knew it was you.

She called off the police.

She wouldn't do that
for anyone.

Just those she loved.

I just wish I could say sorry.

If you really want to make it
up to her,

I think the play is
probably the best way.

Shall we?

I don't know about you,

but I'm gagging to get stuck in.

Back for two, everyone.

Excellent work, Linda.

You know, I think your Gertrude
is gonna be revelatory.

Very original choices.

And the closet scene
with Hamlet,

oddly enhanced
by your coughing fit.

Thank you, John.

It just sort of came out of me.
It felt great.

Yeah, I'll follow you on.

Janie!

To what do we owe the pleasure?

I need to have a word.

What? Now? Can it wait?

No, because I'm investigating
a murder.

Fair enough. What is it then?

Menna was already dying.

Only had a few months to live.

She'd had treatment, but it was
a case of managing the end.

Well, that explains Hamlet.
It's her swan song.

A reflection
of her artistic capacities.

Life, death, proper theatre.

Out on a high.
Ro, lovely work, darling.

Thanks, babe.

I thought you were
gonna quit?

Quit? No, no,
the show must go on.

I thought it was amateurish?

Okay, it's amateur, yes,
but the clue's in the word,

isn't it?
Latin for lover.

That's why people do this,

it's not for the careers
or the awards or the fame.

It's vital to them.

They have
to do it because they love it.

Aww, I'm glad you've got that
out your system.

Now, I've been to see
Menna's solicitor.

The new cottage she'd bought--

she was leaving it
to Rowena and Ben.

Had it all planned out.
- Well, well.

Hardly the monster that
we've been fed a portrait of.

And get this,

she was leaving everything else
to one other person.

You'll never guess who it is.

- Wendy, obviously.
- What? That is so unfair.

Can't you at least, like,
pretend like you don't know?

Sorry, but it's obvious

if you've been paying
attention to her character.

She would continue to care for
the theatre, her legacy.

It puts Wendy in the frame.

Trust me, I understand Wendy.

She's a pure spirit.
She'd be incapable of murder.

No, the only inconsistent
thing is the fact

that she neglected
to wash the costumes.

The costumes.

What is it?
You've-- You've glazed over.

Recognise this?

Erm, it's a rope tie
from one of the costumes?

It's also the weapon
that was used to strangle Menna.

It was found in your
washing machine.

What was it doing there?

That's where I wash
the costumes.

Whoever killed Menna must
have put it in with the rest.

Very convenient.

Getting rid of all the DNA.

Let me put a theory to you.

A few weeks ago,

Menna decides
to change her will to this.

That's a sponsorship form
for a 10k.

To this.

Leaving almost everything
to her assistant.

Her assistant,
who does all of her admin,

sees this will.

Sorry, but I had no idea.
Why would I kill Menna?

One-- you had
a massive financial motive.

Two-- the weapon was
in your house.

And three...

Okay, I've only got two,
but they're a really good two!

I didn't do it.

Why else would you
put up with Menna treating

you the way she did?

Ordering you around,
making you do stuff for her,

you apologetic people pleaser--

That's just the way I am, okay?!

I always have been!

I may not be the most confident,

but we can't all be
the star of the show, you know?

Some people like being
in the background,

getting on with stuff,
making stuff happen.

I like doing things for people, okay?

Do you think it's easy
working with actors?

I mean, I love them,
but it's like herding cats.

So you found a bit of costume
in the washing machine

of the person who always does
the costume wash.

Woo-hoo!

I didn't kill her.
I loved her, so...

So blow you!

I'm sorry.

Good sweat, Mallowan,
good sweat.

Wendy will soon crack.
You watch.

If it was her.

The murder weapon in her house
and a financial motive?

And why else
would she explode like that?

Because she wasn't a pushover

and she didn't want
everyone thinking that she was.

She respected herself.

No, it's her.

Eh, this is a good day,

a murder cleared up and Kel's
making chicken pie for tea.

Hey. I might buy a scratch
card on the way home.

- Look--
- No, you listen.

- I didn't say listen.
- Don't interrupt me. Okay?

I'm not standing for this
any more.

You might still blame me
for what happened with Sian,

and that's your call, but
it was a long time ago.

You made my life hell once.

You cannot come back
and do it again.

I'm not some 17-year-old girl
that can be pushed around,

and I'm not gonna avoid you
and hide in my own town.

You've been avoiding me?
I've been avoiding you.

- What?
- I thought you were angry at me,

so I wanted to stay
out your way.

Come off it! How come I keep
seeing you everywhere I go?

- I keep seeing you where I go.
- You were in Co-op.

I know you go to those fancy
farm shops. Co-op is my space.

Mam likes the Co-op
brand bourbons.

Well, that checks out
because they are nice actually.

The reason I have been
staying out of your way

because, look, I get it, okay?

God, you must hate me.
I'd hate me.

The way I treated you was awful.
- Yes, it was!

I should never have blamed you
for Sian.

No, you shouldn't!

Sorry, I was expecting
an argument

and I'm still full
of adrenaline!

So am I!

Maybe we should go for a drink
sometime soon?!

Okay, yeah,
that would be really nice.

- We could try Diablos!
- Yeah, fine!

Actually, that's a little bit--
Yeah, fine!

Good!

Well, well done, you.

And well done, Wendy.

Wendy has to be prime suspect,

but we didn't have enough
to keep her.

It's not Wendy, I'm telling you.

You're just saying that because
you want her free for the play.

No.

Though I'll admit,
she has blossomed

into a very accomplished
director.

She's also blossomed
into being absolutely minted

now Menna's dead.

Wendy arranged Menna's diary,

so she must have known from
all the hospital appointments

what was going on.

Now, if she knew about the will,
she would also know

that she wouldn't have to wait
long.

The murder weapon was
in her house.

Even though I was sure
the dog lead was our weapon.

Still seems weird.

Why would Leonard keep it?

Chaudhry?

I've been looking
into Leonard Price's alibi.

The car-park ticket?
Is it faked?

No, the ticket is real,
but he can't have been surfing.

The sea was flat calm that day

and there'd been
a sewage release in the bay

around Traeth Olaf.

Nobody was in the water
that day.

You alright?

You've got a very deep cough.

You might want to get
that checked out.

Yes. Thank you, Chaudhry.

Sorry. Chip!

Okay.

When we get there,
you stay in the car, alright?

- Alright.
- You're already tied in

with every other suspect
in this case.

Alright?

Not really.

You've been lying to me
about where you were

when Menna Hughes was murdered.
You weren't surfing, nobody was.

So tell me
where you really were.

I'd rather not if I'm honest.

I think I can help.

Whoa, John Chapel.

I told you to stay in the car.

He didn't kill Menna.

And I know where he was.
Think about it.

The lead.

For what other possible reason
could he keep it? Hmm?

Chester!

Oh!

So the panpipes
were to cover his barking.

I just couldn't get rid
of my old pal.

Look at that face.

I was at the surf beach, though.

We've been driving
all the way over there

for him to get his walks so
word wouldn't get back to Menna.

Aww, you are a good boy.
Innit you?

Innit you? Aww.

Which one of you did it?

God, it would be good
if one of you answered.

"It was me."

Hmm, yes. Biscuit?

Ooh, I shouldn't.

All the fish and chips
I've been having,

I dunno if there's any more room
in the inn.

- Alright.
- I didn't say no!

Just need to loosen my belt.

What is it?

I know who did it.

I'll have grounds
more relative than this.

The play's the thing.

Wherein I'll catch
the conscience of the king.

Stunning.

And bring up the toxic sheet.

Three, two, one, pans!

Sorry to interrupt!

In your own time!

Uh... I'm afraid there's not
gonna be a rehearsal today.

- Or a show.
- What?!

I have an agent coming.

Not with a main cast member
being arrested for murder.

What?

It's a shame, you all
look brilliant in your costumes.

How's yours, Rowena?
Comfortable with your bump?

Comfortable as I can be,
I guess.

Certainly more comfortable
than you were

when you were complaining about

being trussed up
like a chicken, Ro.

Your costume doesn't seem
to have the belt any more.

Oh, yeah, I hadn't noticed.

It's not there...
because it's here.

Sorry, what scene is this?

Are you saying I killed Menna?

Look, I know I might have hated
her for buying our house,

but killing her, that's...
-Your house?

Interesting.

See, with Menna dead, it's set
to become your house again.

She left it to you both
in her will.

She wanted to make it
the perfect family home

because she felt guilty...

didn't she, Ben?

You what?

I've been doing a bit
of digging,

looking into your
social services file.

You were taken into care

after a concerned citizen
raised the alarm.

Just cos I grew up in care
doesn't mean I killed Menna.

No, but she was
the concerned citizen.

Your headteacher.

Probably why she showed you
so much special attention.

She hadn't expected you to be
separated from your family, Ben.

She felt guilty.
It ate away at her.

Like shingles.

Even if that's true...

Right, that's the first
I've heard of it.

I've never even seen
my social services file.

I've never-- I've never had
the urge to look into it.

You didn't need to.

Menna came to you.

My guess is, is that you were
helping Rowena with her costume

during the fitting when Menna
called you into her office.

She knew she was dying, but
she wanted to make things right.

She wanted your forgiveness,
so she told you.

Okay,
this is absolute nonsense.

There's no way
Ben would hurt Menna.

He thought the world of her.
No, she was like a mam to him.

No, she weren't!

She wasn't. Was she?!

She was nothing like a mam
to me.

My mam was like a mam to me

until Menna stuck
her stupid oar in.

She told me everything.

Said she'd done it
for my benefit.

She said she did what was
best for me,

but how would she know?

I just wanted to shut her up.

I still had the rope.

It was only for a few seconds
and I came to my senses, like.

A few seconds was all it took.

Menna was already weakened
by the cancer.

I didn't know!

I had to get out of there.

I had no idea
what to do with the rope.

Then I saw Wendy
with her basket.

Then I chucked it in there.

You killed Menna?

I didn't mean to.

Alright? I loved her.

My head was gone, Ro.

She took me from my family!

What about our family?

No!
- Don't-- Please!

Sorry, sorry, everyone.
I couldn't get out on time.

I got stuck helping someone
buy decking and it spiralled.

What did I miss?

This is my last fish and chips
for a while.

Mam keeps subtly sending me
gym-membership deals.

You're not too gutted
the play's been cancelled?

No.

Don't get me wrong, it's been
nice being around a theatre,

but I'm not acting again,
I'm done with it.

I shall leave it
to the happy amateurs.

That's a shame.
You could bring back Caesar.

You know, with a new, young,
female assistant.

Sort of me type.

Ooh, played by Billie Piper,
lovely eyebrows.

No.

But I've offered
to help out at the theatre.

Wendy's putting on "The
Importance of Being Earnest."

I think I might workshop it
for them a little bit.

How is the group?

Shocked.
Wendy's been very good, though.

She's made sure the cottage
still goes to Rowena.

That's good.
It's not Rowena's fault

that her fiancé went behind her
back, started killing people.

- Oh, Rowena knew.
- Huh?

She didn't know she knew
she knew, but she knew.

Part of her costume goes missing

and she doesn't ask
any questions?

And Ben's not
a ruthless murderer.

There'd have been
sleepless nights.

I think she did her best
to ignore it

and hope it would go away.

Well, that doesn't tend
to work, does it?

No.

Oh, well, I'm glad you got back
into theatre.

I was actually thinking,
if it's not too weird,

you might like to come
to the theatre with me.

Sort of celebrate
clearing another case.

- Really?
- Hmm.

I'd love that.
What are we gonna see?

- "Lion King."
- What?!

I'm not 9 years old.

I thought you meant
serious theatre.

It is serious theatre.
It's Hamlet with lions.

I can always offer the ticket
to someone

who isn't an ungrateful arse.

Sorry, it's fine. Sorry.

Yeah. Of course.
I'd love to come.

Love to. Can I have a chip?

Absolutely not.

You really are a food thief.

I'm not.

You're always
stealing my food.