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Like your own company,
do you?

Don't you?

I was born here.
Haven't got a choice.

We've all got a choice, Delme.

Right.

Good.

Oh. Arrived at the farm.

- It's for you.
- Thanks.

Call came in this morning, sir.
Didn't leave a name.

Said there was something
we should see.

Get the caller's number?

Pay as you go, sir, untraceable.

- Male caller.
- Victim's name?

Idris Williams.

- Victim's car?
- I believe so.

Find out when it
was last driven.

Yes, sir.

Trauma
to the back of the head.

Single blow.

Time of death?

We're working on it.

It's like
stepping back in time.

Cameras.

I don't see any cameras.

Stolen?

Idris Williams,
69 years old, lives alone.

No wife, no children.
What's the latest on the car?

Regularly taxed and serviced
until six years ago.

Hasn't been driven since.

- So how does he get about?
- He doesn't.

Idris doesn't go out
into the real world.

- The world comes to him.
- Sir?

Nearest shop,
four miles away, you say?

- Or thereabouts, sir.
- That's too far to walk.

There was food in the freezer.
Find out who does deliveries.

What about neighbors?

Closest farm
is two miles away, sir.

Talk to them.
See what they know.

Get the name and addresses

of every farm hand and mechanic

that's ever worked
on that mountain.

It may be a ghost town now,
but go back ten years,

Parc y Boda was
a fully functional farm.

Get onto local pawnbrokers

and see if anyone's been trying
to offload camera gear.

- You think a robbery?
- It's a line of inquiry.

No sign of forced entry suggests
the victim knows his killer.

Or he doesn't lock the door.

The man liked to take pictures,
thousands of them.

Trees, rivers, mountains,
look at them!

What's missing?

Faces.

Hundreds of images,
and not one single face.

The man likes his own company.

He must have shared these
pictures with somebody.

Let's find out who else
gets to see these photographs.

Maybe he didn't want
anybody else to see them.

They look pretty
depressing to me.

- What's this place?
- That could be anywhere.

Old wrecks like that are
ten a penny around here, sir.

Moving out?

The world's gone digital.
Haven't you heard?

Is that your father's name
above the door?

Who's asking?

I'm here about an old customer
of his, Idris Williams.

Lived up on the mountain.

Something happened?

We found his body this morning.

It looks like Mr. Williams
was murdered.

I thought perhaps your father
might remember him. Is he about?

Dad passed away nine years ago.

I'm sorry. What about you?

Do you know the
man I'm talking about?

I'm sorry, I don't remember him.

He used to shop here.

Him and half of Aberystwyth.

Well, if you do remember
anything, give me a call.

It's a nice shop.

Only me!

Anything I can help with?

You know anything
about the Romans?

History and your mother
never got on.

Thanks, Mam. Is Dad about?

Downstairs.
Another night with his mistress.

Idris Williams,
did you know him?

I went up to the farm a couple
of times in my vet training days

- to see how things were done.
- And since then?

Not really my patch.

The vet's name was Vaughan,
Thomas Vaughan.

Do you remember where this
Thomas Vaughan was based?

Oh, he had a practice
over Tregaron way, I think.

Used to come over
in his Triumph.

- What are you doing?
- Phoning the office.

We need to talk to him.

You'll have to dig him up first.

Old Vaughan's been dead
30 years.

It's an odd thing,
you know.

When he died, there
were three or four of us

in the running
to take over.

Old Caradog Williams,
Idris's father,

had over 300 acres up there.

Dairy herd, sheep...
It was quite an operation.

He'd have been
one hell of a client.

I take it
you didn't get the call.

Nobody did.

Caradog Williams
passed away shortly after.

And over a period of 12 months,
Idris sold the herd,

got shot of all the machinery
and shut the whole place down.

The Williams place hasn't
been farmed in decades.

What sort of a man does that?

A man who's had enough.

Enough of what, running a farm?

- He wouldn't be the first.
- No, I don't buy it.

Wouldn't he just get somebody
in to run the farm for him?

Perhaps he'd prefer to be alone,
didn't like people,

found it hard to
form relationships.

Or maybe he was
making a statement.

- Such as?
- Erasing the past,

his father's legacy.

Leaving it all to rot.

A statement, for whose benefit?
You saw the photos.

The only person in
Idris's world was Idris.

No, there was somebody else.

We just haven't found him yet.

Talk later.

The results from pathology.

Time of death, Monday, PM.

That's right, Williams,
Idris Williams.

His father's name was Caradog.

Look at the date.

It was taken a week ago.

You think this is the killer?

Or the last person
to see Idris alive.

- Sir?
- Yeah?

According to the Land Registry,

the farm
never belonged to Idris.

In October 1992,

ownership of the farm
transferred.

- Transferred to who?
- The Guild, sir.

Can I help you?

We're here about
the murder of Idris Williams.

DCI Mathias?

Herbert Rees,
Master of the Guild

His body
was discovered at the farm

after the police
received an anonymous call.

Police are keen
to identity the caller...

Under the terms
of the agreement,

Idris was made what they call
a non-paying tenant.

A tenant on his own farm?

From a legal standpoint, yes.

But in practical terms,
as long as Idris remained

living on the mountain,
he was free to do

as he pleased with the estate.

It was his home, after all.

Must be an expensive
place to run.

Oh, we manage.
My apologies for the mess.

We're in the middle
of renovations.

Here we are.

Caradog Williams,
Master of the Guild

from 1958 until
his death in 1982.

The man was greatly admired.

Is that right?

His civic record
speaks for itself.

And what about his
record as a father?

The relationship between
Caradog and his son

- was complicated.
- How?

Idris's mother died when he was
very young, brain hemorrhage.

Sudden. Rumor has it
he had a breakdown.

The boy was never
the same again.

And their relationship
afterwards?

Caradog had a farm to run.

Idris was never going to
be strong enough

to take over the business.

But Idris stayed there
his whole life?

Yes.

He ran the accounts
until his father's death.

And after that?

There was nothing
to account for.

You must have known Idris,
had dealings with him.

How did you find him?

Cordial, quiet.

You didn't sense any bitterness
in the man, any anger?

Not that I'd recall. Why?

You don't think
it was cruel of Caradog

to deny his own son
his inheritance like that?

As far as I know, Idris
was happy with the arrangement.

The man had no children.

This way, he got to
live on the mountain

without any concern
for the future.

Security, isn't that
what everybody wants?

Well, it depends on the price.

Where were you on Monday
afternoon and evening, Mr Rees?

I was in court in the afternoon
and here in the evening.

Alone?

No, with the other members.

First Monday of the month,
little ritual of ours.

Parc y Boda,
Idris's farm, right?

Yes. It's the only farm
for miles around.

Huh.
Well, what's this over here?

Talygroes,
south southeast

of the Williams's place,
about half a kilometer.

OK, I'm on it now.

Find out if anyone lives there.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thanks.

- Tramp?
- Maybe.

Talygroes has been empty
for the last 40 years.

The man who used to live there
was called Eric Roberts,

died in 1974. After he died,

ownership of the farm
was passed to his neighbor.

- Caradog Williams?
- Yes.

Sir? Cambria Meat Supplies,

they've got a driver,
Dylan Bevan,

delivers meat to
the farm once a month.

- Last delivery?
- Monday.

Hasn't been seen since.

Drives a blue Fiat,
registration N18 6JRK.

Any sign of it?

Usually parked out front,

trying to trace it now.

Clear!

- Siân?
- Yeah?

There's a photo of a
little girl in uniform.

- Find out who she is.
- Sir!

I'll call forensics.

Siân, we found
the victim's cameras.

Little girl's name
is Ffion.

She's a pupil in Maes-y-Dderwen.

- Mother's name is Ceri Jones.
- Clean?

Police were called after
Christmas, domestic.

- She moved out after that.
- Have you got an address?

- Yep.
- Well done.

- Yeah, good work.
- Thank you, sir.

Ceri Jones?

Do you mind if we come in?

Yeah, I know the place.

We used to go up
there sometimes.

What about Mr. Williams?
Did you ever meet him?

- Once.
- Hm?

Me and Dyl had a row,
and he drove off.

He used to do that all the time.

He thought it was funny.

He, um...
The old man saw me crying

and came up to the field
and gave me a glass of water.

How did you find him?

Seemed kind of sad to me.

Living up there on his own,
I'm not surprised.

What about Dylan?
Did he ever talk about him?

Not really. He didn't have
much to do with him.

You don't know of any issues
between them?

No.

Ffion! That's...
That's a lovely drawing.

Do you want to come with me,
show me some more?

Don't worry, Ffion.
She won't bite.

Show her the painting
we did of Nana.

How often does Dylan see Ffion?

- Is that your decision or his?
- Does it make a difference?

Doesn't a man have a right
to see his daughter?

Is this Dylan?

It could be anyone.

You recognize the farm?

Yeah, I know it.

What, you and Dylan
went up there?

The place gave me the creeps.

What about Dylan?
Did it give him the creeps?

Why don't you ask him?

I know what happened
over Christmas, Ceri.

Should never have
called the police.

No, you were scared.
You were right to call.

No, I was tired.
Tired of all the promises,

- tired of all the drinking.
- Does Dylan smoke?

I mean, what brand?

Whatever he can
get his hands on.

Come on, Ffi!
Coat on! We're going out.

You're not in any trouble.
You know that, don't you?

I'm just trying to work out
what kind of man he is.

Something happened
a couple of years ago.

One of the boys came to see me,
said they were worried.

- About what?
- The animals had been

deliberately wound up
before slaughter.

- Why would anyone do that?
- Hard to say.

When we asked him about it,
he denied everything.

But we had no option in the end.

- You sacked him?
- We put him on deliveries.

Did Bevan and
Mr. Williams get on?

I don't think they ever spoke.
There's no need.

The meat went straight into
the outhouse freezer.

- How did he pay?
- Cash.

The old man left money
in a butter dish by the door.

He'd been doing so for years.

And that was the last time
you saw him?

He left the van here
Monday night,

and that's the last
we saw of him.

Thanks for your time.

Cruelty to animals

could suggest
psychotic tendencies.

Didn't you ever pull
the wings off butterflies

- when you were a kid?
- No, I didn't, actually.

- Oh.
- That was the lab, sir.

There's a film in one of the
cameras we found at the scene.

- And?
- It's been exposed to light.

- They're doing what they can.
- I'm on my way back.

OK.

This doesn't make
any bloody sense.

- What doesn't?
- Talygroes.

This is the land boundary
in 1971,

three years before
Eric Roberts died,

the last time Talygroes
is listed.

Now, look at the boundary
here in 1948.

- They're different.
- I know, sir. There's more.

1956, 1962, 1967.

Talygroes gets smaller
and smaller every time.

So Roberts is winding it down,
selling it off piece by piece.

That's what I thought,

but these are the accounts
at Caradog Williams's place.

Look at them. No record of
any payments to his neighbor.

- Nothing.
- Why would Roberts do that,

hand his land over like that
for no money?

Exactly.

Maybe the farm
was too much for him.

He had nobody else to
leave it to, no kids.

No, no, no. There were children
at Talygroes.

There were notches cut
into the door frame.

Find out what happened to them.

Caradog Williams.

I thought perhaps
you knew him, sir.

Now, why would you think that?
Never met the man.

Or what about his son, Idris
Williams, did you know him?

- No one did.
- Herbert Rees did.

Herbert Rees has an alibi.

What's the latest on Bevan?
You think he's left town?

Traffic is still trying
to trace his car, sir.

- Think he might strike again?
- We're doing everything we can.

Sir.

There were two children at
Talygroes, a boy and a girl.

The youngest, Aneirin,
left Aber in the late '60s,

moved up north, Bethesda,
where he died in 2008.

The older girl, Enid,
never married.

She was living at Talygroes
with her father

- when he died.
- And after that?

When Caradog took over the land,

she was moved off the mountain,

put in a house
on the old road to Borth.

Enid Roberts,
find out what she knows.

Shouldn't we be
concentrating on Bevan?

Siân can handle Bevan.

These maps are 70 years old.

Where are you going with this?

Idris took photos of landscapes.

Apart from
the ruin at Talygroes.

- So?
- Someone had his photograph

taken up there. Who is he?

And why didn't he want
anyone else to see him?

Have you run this past Prosser?

Do I have to?

Idris Williams may have
withdrawn from the world,

but it doesn't mean he's
lost interest in it.

He may be an old recluse to
everyone else, but not to me.

Photo from the
victim's camera, sir.

I'm looking for Enid Roberts.

She doesn't live here anymore.

Any idea where she is now?

Can't help you. Sorry.

When was it taken?

Three weeks ago.

- You were up at the farm?
- Yes.

Was that the last time
you saw Idris Williams?

When did you last see him, Nia?

Monday.

What time?

Uh, late afternoon,
4:00 or 5:00.

How long were you up there?

Not long, minutes.

He was different. Agitated.

He wouldn't let me into the
house. Told me I should go.

You think there was

- somebody with him?
- Yeah.

- Did you see anybody?
- No.

A car parked in the yard,
a delivery van?

Does the name Dylan Bevan
mean anything to you?

He delivers meat to the farm.

I don't know him.

When I asked you yesterday
if you knew Idris Williams,

you told me no.
But you've just told us

that you were up at the farm.

Why didn't you tell us
this yesterday?

I didn't want anyone to
know I'd been up there.

Why not?

Were you having an affair
with Idris Williams?

It's more complicated
than that.

Go on.

We had something for
a couple of years.

And I called it off a year ago
when my husband found out.

You promised your husband
that it was over?

You promised him that you
wouldn't go up there again?

But you did.

Do you still have feelings
for Idris?

Did Idris still have
feelings for you?

I think the person who took this
picture loved you very much.

You mustn't
tell my husband!

Why not?

I've let him down before.

I can't do it to him again.

Where were you Monday night

- after you left the farm?
- Home.

- Alone?
- Yes.

I'm going to have to
speak with your husband.

You already have.

It's Herbert Rees.

You met him at the Guild.

You think she's
telling the truth?

I know the difference
between grief and guilt.

Herbert Rees,

his wife was having an affair
with Idris Williams.

Alibi checked out, sir.

There were nine of them
at the Guild.

All of them willing to testify.

- You want me to bring him in?
- No, no, he's a solicitor.

He'd be all over us.
Find out what you can.

Phone records,
business interests,

associates, everything.

They found Bevan's van, sir,
off Bridge Street.

He's still in Aber.

Hold on!

Get onto the press.

If anyone sees him,

they are not to approach him.

Let's get forensics
onto that car.

Mathias.

Is Daddy still in the house
with you now?

He's in the kitchen with Mummy.

OK. Do as I say, alright?
Stay where you are.

This is very important.
Don't go into the kitchen.

- He's hurting her.
- I'm on my way, Ffion.

Just stay where you are.
Keep her talking.

We need backup now.
And get an ambulance up there!

It's OK, Ffion.
You're gonna be OK.

They're on their way.
Just stay where you are.

You're gonna be OK.

Can you hear me?

Ffion?

Ffion?

Ceri?

Dylan?

Did it make you feel good,
knocking her about like that?

Did it make you
feel like a man?

And killing Idris Williams,

did it make you feel like a man,
too?

- I didn't kill him.
- So what happened then, Dylan?

I went up there
like I always do,

put the meat in the freezer,
picked up my money.

The door was open.
There was nobody about.

Had you been in
the house before?

But you knew
the old man took pictures.

You knew he had
cameras in the house.

- And you took 'em.
- You don't know what it's like.

My little girl means
everything to me,

and I got nothing to give her.

And you decided
to help yourself?

She deserves the best.

He was on the floor
in the kitchen.

I didn't see him at first.

Pushed open the door and
there was nothing I could do.

The back of his head
was all messed up.

There was blood.

You didn't
try and help him?

The man was dead.

I got back in the van. I left.

It was only
when I got back to Aber

I realized I still
had the cameras.

But you knew we'd
be looking for you.

If you're so innocent,
why did you go to Ceri's?

- Why not come straight to me?
- I needed to talk to her.

- To shut her up?
- To stop her feeding you lies.

Like the fact you beat the crap
out of her at Christmas,

- those kind of lies.
- You've seen my record,

GBH, ABH . A few words from her,
and it's over for me!

Tonight, why didn't you run?

To prove to her
that I didn't do it.

I didn't kill the old man.

He was already dead.

I called the police.

What more could I do?

The anonymous call, sir.

I couldn't get it
out of my head.

The old man, lying there.

- An opportunist?
- Yes.

But his fingerprints
were everywhere.

Everywhere except
the kitchen, sir.

He's the last person I'd put
on my Christmas list, sir,

but we've checked his
mobile phone records.

- He definitely made the call.
- So we release him?

No, we eliminate him
from our inquiry.

But we charge him under
Section 47 for assault.

Where next?

I got an address
for Enid Roberts,

an old people's home
on the front.

We'll get onto it
first thing in the morning.

Good night!

We try and encourage them
to eat together.

Gets them out of their rooms
for a bit, breaks up the day.

But not Enid?

Enid likes to keep
herself to herself.

Any particular reason?

Early stages dementia.

She has good days and bad days,
but we do what we can.

Miss Roberts?

My name is Mared, Mared Rhys.

I'm a police officer.

I'm here about an old neighbor
of yours, Idris Williams.

I know it was
a long time ago, Enid.

But I thought you
might remember him

from your time at Talygroes.

I'm afraid that Idris
has been murdered.

Let me help you with that.

Thank you for your time,
Miss Roberts.

Tell me everything
you know about Talygroes.

Can't help you, I'm afraid.

Really?

A man called Eric Roberts used
to live there,

next to Idris Williams's place.

- Before my time.
- That's a pity.

See, I've been trying
to work out

why Mr. Roberts
handed over his land

to our friend
in the frame there.

I can't help you with that.
Like I said...

Before your time.

Must be worth
quite a bit, the Caradog estate.

Hard to say.

At least now
that his son is dead,

you'll get to cash in.

I take it the Guild has plans.

Oh, we haven't
really thought about it.

No?

Hardly seemed appropriate when
the man was still living there.

Of course.

Must have been galling for you,

watching Idris idle away
the years on that mountain,

and then to find out
that he was screwing your wife.

Still, man took a lovely photo.

I'm sorry, I haven't
got time for this.

I've more important things
to do with my morning.

More important than murder?

I think you've known for weeks
about the affair,

- that it was still going on.
- No comment.

She was up there
three weeks ago,

posing for photographs.
Maybe you went up there

to get something signed,
Saw her car in the yard.

No comment.

The moment
you found out about it,

that's when it became personal.

All those years
of not being able

to get your
hands on Idris's land,

all those years of waiting

while the Guild fell into ruin.

Was that a question?

No comment.

I didn't kill Idris Williams.

As I've already told you,
I was at the Guild.

- Let him go.
- Sir?

The man has an alibi.
We have no reason to hold him.

- Direct motive, sir.
- Do better than that.

He knows more
than he's letting on.

Something happened
on that mountain, sir,

more than just murder.
People don't hand over

their land like that
for no reason.

Tom, the history of
what happened up there

is long gone.

Eric Roberts, Caradog Williams,

the people with the answers
are dead.

You need to concentrate
on the case.

Stop chasing ghosts, Tom!

- It's the last one on the end.
- Thank you, Carol.

Carol!

- She's gone.
- Shit!

Enid!

I should have stopped him.

I should have stopped him.

I'll call an ambulance!

I should have stopped him.

DCI Mathias?

Somebody should be here

- when she wakes up.
- I'll stay.

Hello, it's Meg,
leave a message.

I know you're there, Meg.

Pick up the phone, please.

Meg?

What is it, Lloyd?

He's letting him go.

Have you been through
the documents?

Still going through them
now, sir.

Keep going. Rees
is involved somehow.

He has to be.
The man has too much to gain.

I'll keep looking, sir.

What else do we know
about Talygroes?

- Sir?
- The same day

she finds out about
Idris Williams's murder,

Enid Roberts tries
to kill herself.

It's too much of a coincidence.

Something about Idris's
murder upset her,

took her back to
a place, a time.

"I should have stopped him,
I should have stopped him."

What was she talking about?

Zukunft is German for "future."

Something about
a future together.

Ah, after that.

When all this is over...
Ah, it's really faded.

I can't make it out.

I think he's telling her
to be good.

What about the name
at the bottom?

- There isn't one.
- No?

- No.
- How's he signed it then?

Ihr liebende Vater,
"your loving father."

- Look at the date.
- 1943.

The middle of
the Second World War.

You don't think that's odd?

I guess it explains why
the man couldn't visit.

You think Enid and
her German pen friend here

- had a child together?
- How else do you explain it?

She'd be 17.

It happens.

Lloyd, when was the first land
transfer between Talygroes

and the Williams's place?

'48, sir.

I'll get a coffee and put it
back where I found it

before she wakes up.

Sir, provisional planning
application for Parc y Boda,

the Williams place.

They want to build 60 turbines,
sir.

Bottom of page eight.
Who's behind it?

Herbert Rees.

Herbert?

Herbert!

Help me!

Let me out of here!

- What is it?
- He's gone.

Herbert Rees has been kidnapped.

- What are you talking about?
- Get over to the Guild,

call SOCO
and secure the building.

- Are you OK?
- Oh, I'm fine.

There's just someone
I need to see.

- I heard him come in.
- But you didn't speak?

I was in bed.
We sleep in separate rooms.

I heard him on the landing,
and I...

And then he left for the Guild?

- Yeah.
- Was he going there

to meet someone?

This is important, Nia.

Was Herbert himself
involved in something,

something he couldn't control?

- No, he'd never do that.
- Are you sure?

Have you noticed anything
out of the ordinary

in the last few weeks?

Phone calls late at night,

meetings, changes in his mood?

Well, if you remember anything,
please, just...

Are you OK?

Do you want me to call someone?

There's no one to call.

Forensics are checking
the bloods now.

- And the caretaker?
- I've just spoken to him.

- He's on his way in.
- No sign of forced entry.

Do you think Herbert Rees
knew his attacker?

If he's the same person
that killed Idris Williams,

why didn't he do the same thing
to Herbert Rees? Why kidnap him?

Because Herbert has something
that the killer wants.

Get onto traffic.

We need CCTV on all the roads
in and out of the town

between 8:00 and 10:30pm.

You OK?

The killer has shown his hand.

This isn't just about
Idris Williams.

It goes back further than that.

This is about his father,
about history.

- What's the latest on Enid?
- No change.

I'll make sure I'm there
when she wakes up.

Good, good.

You got any contacts
in the university?

A couple of old boyfriends,
why?

What about his relationship
with other members?

Fine, as far as I know.

There's no place for backbiting
and grudges here.

We leave that to you lot.

If you don't mind me saying,

you don't seem too upset
by what's happened.

I get paid to clean the place,
not to like the people in it.

- You don't trust them?
- Oh, I trust them, alright.

I just don't
particularly like them.

Could get to like you, though.

Just press play.

I can't see his face.

Professor Yorath?

- DCI Mathias.
- Mared not with you, then?

She's been called away.
She sends her regards.

She told you
I was an insomniac?

She mentioned it, yes.

Wenn wir marschieren.

"Together we march."

They were sold and manufactured

in Germany in the early 1940s.

To servicemen.

To soldiers on duty, the
Waffen-SS and the Wehrmacht,

and to civilians.
Where did you get this?

We found it up at
the Idris Williams farm.

You might have read
about it in the paper.

Any idea how it might
have got up there?

Memorabilia of
the period is very popular.

- Was Idris a collector?
- No.

I've got something to show you.

Prisoner of war camps?

Detention camps for German
and Italian prisoners of war.

You see, the whole of the UK
was littered with them.

There were 15 different sites
in Wales alone.

How come I've never
heard of them?

Well, you know,
they were knocked down,

flattened,
soon as the war was over.

This is, uh...
This is all that's left now.

And this place?

- Henllan Bridge.
- Yeah.

You think the mouth organ
came from there?

Oh, no, no.
Henllan Bridge was built

for Italian
prisoners of war only.

But there was another camp,

a sister camp

that didn't exist officially.

- For German soldiers?
- Yes, and there's more.

According to local sources,
in September 1943,

five German prisoners of war
escaped.

Two of them were picked up

within half a mile
of Henllan Bridge.

But three of them
were never caught.

So what happened to
the three that got away?

That's the point.

Nobody knows!

Nothing.

Daily reports from
mainland Europe,

bunged with a load of
local stuff.

- But nothing on Henllan Bridge?
- Nothing.

What about the Guild,
anything back from forensics?

DC Owen is chasing them now.
There is something else, sir.

I've been looking into
their accounts.

The place is in arrears.

Two renovation companies
waiting to be paid,

one of them threatening
legal action.

Good work, Lloyd.

I'm sure it happened,
alright.

Why no mention of it
in the papers?

Anything to do
with escapees

was more than likely censored.

Mr. Bracken, and his
Ministry of Information,

always stealing
our best stories. Ha.

You're lucky. Stories tended to
be pulled at the last minute.

So they were written up, just
didn't make it into the paper.

Here we are.

October... 1943.

Does it say the
prisoners' names?

- Impatient bugger, aren't you?
- Occupational hazard.

Short on facts, I'm afraid.
More of a reaction piece.

- To the rumors?
- Stories like this

had a habit of trickling out.

The whole purpose of censorship

was to starve a story of oxygen,
hope it would go away.

But you're talking about
German soldiers

running around Aberystwyth,
people are gonna talk.

Here we are.

He got himself a witness.

An old farm hand says he saw
the Germans up on the ridge.

The men were headed west to
some place called Can Yr Awel.

- The ridge, sir.
- You know it?

I used to go out there with
my father before he was ill.

There's only one way
down from there, sir.

Look at the first place
it leads you.

Talygroes.

Sir, something in
from traffic.

One of the cameras on the prom
picked this up.

Freeze it there.

Go in on the van.
See if you can get the plates.

Let's get a trace of it, quick.

Ah!

Wake up.

You've got work to do.

Please!

The van is registered
to a Mr. Aneirin Roberts.

He died 2008.

- Enid's brother?
- Yes, sir.

Do we know
if he had any children?

A son, sir.
We're trying to trace him now.

Why didn't we pick
this up before?

Aneirin left Aber in the '60s,

- we didn't realize...
- Find him!

Yes, sir.

Mathias.

Yeah?

I promised my husband
it was over,

promised him I wouldn't
see Idris again.

But I couldn't do it.

For a couple of years, yes.

But in the end,
I couldn't stay away.

Just knowing he was up there
on his own.

The sweetest, gentlest man,

the kindest soul.

Herbert knew Idris and
my father were friends.

That's why he sent me up there,

to Parc y Boda,

to see if I could persuade
Idris to move off the mountain.

Herbert sent you up there?

The first time, yes.

He thought the connection
with Dad would help.

- Did it?
- No.

Don't think Idris would've
moved, not for anybody.

Every day he spent
on that mountain

was another nail in
his father's coffin.

Why did Idris hate
his father so much?

Caradog was a bully.

All Idris ever wanted
was a father.

In the end, the mountain
was all Idris had.

It was everything to him.

Not everything, Nia.

You loved him, didn't you?

With all my heart.

Tom! I just had Hywel
from the Cambrian Herald

in my office going on about
German prisoners of war.

Idris Williams is dead,
Herbert Rees is missing,

and what do I see? My top man
running around Aberystwyth,

chasing after
the bloody Luftwaffe.

The two things are linked, sir.

They better be.

Otto Ernst, Christian Sommer,

Lucas... Lucas Schmidt.

Find out if any of these men
made it back to Germany.

They were last seen
headed towards Talygroes.

And we need to know where
they went from there.

Yep, I'm on it.

Thanks, DS Owen.

She loved him.

She was young.

So?

Siân?

The prisoners
never made it home.

They were officially declared
dead in the late '70s.

What about family, descendents?

Christian Sommer had a daughter,
Eva Sommer, born 1943.

1943.

That's who the letter's to.

"Your loving father,"

he was saying goodbye
to his little girl

in case he didn't make it home.

Get a number for
this Eva Sommer.

Find out what she knows.

Are you sure
that's a good idea, sir?

- Hold on.
- She doesn't know her father,

and we don't know
what happened to him.

Is it fair to
go stirring things up like that?

- Do it.
- Yes, sir.

So how come Enid
ended up with the letter?

Maybe Christian Sommer
gave it to her to send on.

You saw her back there.

Maybe she couldn't bear
to let it go.

Maybe the letter's the only
thing that she has left

to remember him by.

Her only memory.

Hello?

Who's there?

What are you doing?

Please. Please!

Anything you want, anything!

Anything!

Shut up. Type.

Herbert Rees said
he was at the Guild

the night Idris was murdered.

- Can you vouch for that?
- I was here all night,

saw him with my own eyes.

You weren't aware of him
behaving oddly?

No more than the rest of them.

He was with the others
the whole time?

Yeah. He did nip out the back
to make a call at one point,

- but other than that.
- Make a call?

- Yeah.
- How long was he gone?

Five minutes.

I thought DC Ellis said there
was no record of any calls.

Nothing came up.
Perhaps he has another phone.

Perhaps he didn't make a call.

- How far back does that go?
- Three weeks.

Can you show me the night
in question?

Yeah, I can try.

Must have got it wrong.

There's nothing here.

Stop it there.

Play it again.

There. Look at the time.

8:43.

Rewind it.

Play it again.

- There's 20 minutes missing.
- He deleted it.

Or he turned the camera off
before going outside.

You say all the other members
were inside?

Yeah, that's right.

And they're the
only ones to have keys?

Yeah, more or less.

More or less?

The only other people with keys

are the boys from the esplanade.

Yeah, we do the odd
function for them.

How do you find them?

Not too quick
paying their bills.

Apart from that they're the same
as everybody else round here.

What about Herbert Rees? Ever
had anything to do with him?

He's a humorless bugger.
I try to stay out of his way.

He sent you down here, did he?

Were any of your staff
up at the Guild last night?

- Last night? No.
- You're definitely sure?

We had a wedding on.
It was all hands on deck.

Nobody left early?
Nobody off sick?

- Well, there's Joe.
- Joe?

Joseph Roberts.
He's been off for ten days,

stomach bug or something.

How long has he worked for you?

Couple of years. Hard worker.
From north Wales.

Have you got an address
for him?

He lives with his auntie,
I think.

On the old road to Borth.

I've got it written down
in the office.

People like you,
you're all the same.

Type!

You should have been
straight with me.

If you'd have done
what we agreed,

it wouldn't have come to this!

Took it away from him.

How could you do that?

What kind of people are you?

There you go.

Everything you want.

We should wait for back-up.

Place is empty.

Shit!

DI Rhys will have a look around.

Lloyd. Anything on the van?

Units on all the main roads.
Nothing so far.

Joseph Roberts,
grew up in Bethesda,

attended Plas-Y-Wen
comprehensive,

left school at 16,

worked in hotel kitchens
most of his life,

quit in 2006 to look after
his dying father.

How did he die?

Pneumoconiosis
from working in the slate mines.

Were there any old girlfriends
or family members

he may have gone back to?

Uniform are at the hospital

in case he tries to make
contact with Enid,

and we're following
the other leads now.

He was one of the boys
from the esplanade.

I found him in my office
one day.

He'd spotted the painting.

He was upset.

He said his family had been
cheated out of their land,

that it was all
Caradog Williams's fault.

- And was it?
- No.

It wasn't Caradog
who killed those soldiers.

It was Eric Roberts.

Joseph's grandfather.

They were
sheltering in his barn.

Roberts's daughter, Enid,
found them up there.

She took pity on them.

Started going
to see them at night,

taking them food.

One of them was injured.

She... got close to him.

How long were they there?

I don't know, days, a week?

Roberts caught his daughter

running back
from the barn one night.

He asked her what was going on.
She told him.

He took things
into his own hands.

He torched the barn,
let them burn.

Caradog heard the men
screaming.

He went up there
the next morning,

saw what his neighbor had done.

And he blackmailed him.

The men came to an agreement.

Just like the one between
you and Joseph Roberts.

Is this him?

Do you recognize the place?

What happened, Herbert?

The man wanted his land back.

- What was I supposed to do?
- Be straight with him.

Tell him that it
wasn't possible.

But instead of that,
you made a deal with him.

Get rid of Idris Williams, and
I'll give you your land back.

Joseph came to the Guild,
didn't he,

the night Idris was murdered.

He came to tell you
what he'd done.

He came to tell you that he

kept his side of the bargain.

Now, it was up to you

to keep to yours.

That's why you turned off

the security cameras.

You didn't go outside

to make a phone call.

You went outside
to meet the killer.

You got a desperate man

to do your dirty work for you,

a man who had lost his father,

lost his inheritance,
lost everything.

You used him, and then
you turned him away.

We're up to our necks in debt!

I tried talking to Idris.
He didn't want to listen.

So you sent Joseph up there.

Just like you sent Nia
up there before him.

She never loved you, Herbert.

We should never have married.

She ruined everything.

No, she didn't.

You did that all by yourself.

You were right about
the mountain, Tom.

Sir, they found the van.

- Have we got a position?
- It was abandoned on the B4275

just north of the junction
with the A651.

- I'll call a search team.
- No need.

- He's not trying to get away.
- What?

He's trying to go home.

- Tom!
- You saw his house.

His place was like a shrine.

Talygroes was everything to him.

Where else would he go?

- Joseph?
- Stay away from me!

Put the lighter down, Joseph.

I know what happened
to the prisoners.

I know what your
grandfather did to them.

It wasn't your fault.

We lost everything.

Our land, our future,
everything.

I know.

I know what my grandfather
did was wrong.

But when are we going to
stop paying for his sins?

Talygroes.

All his life, my dad
spoke of nothing else.

This is where he grew up.

Even at the end,
cooped up in his little flat,

coughing his guts up,
he never forgot.

I sat with him,
right till the end.

You were a good son.

Do you have any idea
what it's like?

To watch someone
close to you dying like that?

Yes.

He was a lonely man,
miles away from home, dying.

He should have been here on
the mountain, where he belonged!

I know, I know.

The doctors said it was dust
from the quarry that killed him.

You blame Caradog Williams,
don't you?

All I wanted was
the farm back, that's all.

I thought Idris
would understand.

I tried talking to him,
tried to reason with him,

begged him to help me.
But he wouldn't.

He wouldn't listen!

I just wanted back
what was ours.

Joseph, Joseph!

Hey.

It's gonna be alright.

Do you hear me?

All the pain,
all the suffering,...

...it ends here.

It ends now.

Thank you.

No!

Sir, please,
you've got to come now!