Vote's starting!
No-one's saying things have to change.
Investing the commune's money in a new processing plant
means we can be profitable.
Money? Profit?
When did we become the enemy, huh?
Nick, we're talking about vegan cheese production.
- We're hardly ExxonMobil. - What are you thinking?
Yes or no?
Probably leaning towards voting no.
I mean, yes, I'm going to vote yes.
Yes? Yeah? Yeah.
Min, do you mind if I film the vote
- for my channel? - Great idea.
On the motion to invest in the new processing plant,
I vote yes.
I vote this is a jackboot
on the throat of everything we stand for.
You can just put "no".
- Omar? - Yeah. Yes.
Couldn't be more yes. Yeah?
I'm yes as well
because I actually think new energy is really important.
Shouldn't we wait for Chief?
Oh, democracy doesn't wait.
No, he'd hate to miss this. I'll go and find him.
Jack, do you vote yes
for a better, brighter tomorrow?
Or no, and jeopardise the commune?
Yes. Can't go back to Foot Locker.
Oi! You bunch of parasites.
- Mam, please. - Sorry about this.
Hey, don't apologise to her.
Can you control your mother?
These layabouts are stealing our land.
Please, please, one at a time, one at a time.
Slow down, please.
Sounds like Amanda.
Probably run out of phone battery.
It's Chief. In the tool shed. He's...
He's dead.
"In the tool shed...
"He's dead."
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
*CREDITS*
I'm surprised murder don't happen more often
in places like this.
Everyone living together with no Wi-Fi?
It's not natural.
- Who are you looking for? - N... No-one. Nope. No-one.
Just, er, Clarke. Yeah.
Oh, Clarke, I was...
- There he is! - Mallowan.
Sorry I'm late. Uh, vital senior police business.
You didn't stop off for lunch at the carvery in town?
There's gravy on your tie, sir.
Yeah... All right.
It's a damn good carvery, though. Beef, lamb
and/or turkey.
Right, what have we got?
Sebastian Granger. Went by the nickname Chief,
so we can assume he's a bit of an arse.
No living family.
Founded this place 30 years ago.
Someone gave him a good shove onto a horse plough,
pierced his organs.
Working theory is he got into a fight
that got out of hand.
A fight? Here?
Aren't they all about "peace and love, man"?
No. These people aren't nice.
They're selfish, unreliable dropouts.
Victim doesn't have any previous. But...
..SOCO turned up this in his room.
5oz of marijuana.
Mary J.
The old...
..marijuana.
So a hippie drug dealer made some powerful enemies?
Well, I don't know. There's nothing to suggest
he was dealing.
Also, weird for a hippie - no beard.
Big mistake.
Never met a man over 50 who
didn't look better with a beard.
No offence, sir.
Some taken.
I did try growing a moustache once. Didn't take.
Oh, yeah!
If you look up close on his top lip,
it's, like, properly hairless,
like a little baby mouse.
Chaudhry!
What you found?
There's a whole cheese-making room.
The lady let me stir the curd vat.
It was like visiting Wonka.
Yeah.
Hey, listen, erm, on your list of residents,
there's not a Michael, is there?
No. No Michael. Why do you ask?
Oh, no reason. Just thinking that maybe there's not as many,
you know, Michaels as there once were.
You know, you never hear about "little baby Michael", do you?
No.
Ah, yeah. This is going to be a good case,
Chauds! I can feel it.
Anyone jumping out?
Lowri Griffiths, the farmer next door.
Apparently, she's hated Chief for ever.
Had three different people ask if we've arrested her yet.
Hey!
That's Mukti.
His name means "spiritual liberation" in Sanskrit.
Yeah, funny.
Last time I checked, it was Michael Mallowan.
Did you say Mallowan?
Hi, Dad.
Janie.
It's great to see you.
Shame it's under such terrible circumstances.
Under any circumstances.
So, what have you been up to?
In the last three years?
You want me to sum up 1,000 days?
It's been three years?
Yeah.
Time, eh? Old Father Time, how he flies.
Fun as this catch-up is, I'm here on an official capacity.
Um, we need to know your movements.
Oh, I've told Evan all about that.
Who's Evan?
Uh, that's me, ma'am.
Obviously!
I knew that! Good old...
..Evan... Ch-Chaudhry.
You know, Evs the Chauds.
Has he given you his alibi?
Yeah, that's the tricky thing, see.
I was telling Evan that, uh,
I need to check with my alibi
that she's happy to speak to the "police".
She's a lady friend.
There's a surprise.
Who are you mooching off this time?
I need to speak to her first.
It's the right thing to do.
Yeah... well, so good of you.
Well, off you go, then.
That'll be all.
- Namaste. - Yeah?
- Well, he seems nice. - Don't...
Very good of you to grace me with your presence.
Oh, don't start. I've been mad busy.
- Too busy for a conversation? - Yes.
I've had about one morning off the last two weeks
and I spent that having a root canal.
Might be a bit weird if I turned up with a national treasure.
Could have called.
Can I get a tea, please?
If you want to chat, you can call one of your other friends
or, I don't know, 5 Live.
Most of my friends are either dead or cancelled.
OK, well. Look, this will cheer you up.
Murder at an intentional community.
Interesting places, communes.
Bunch of freeloaders, if you ask me.
Am I to intuit your hostility stems from
a Michael Mallowan listed here?
Yes, Yvonne mentioned his bohemian lifestyle before.
Oi! Don't ask Mam about my dad.
It's very sneaky, John Chapel.
If you want to know about me, ask me.
Well, are you and your father...
Not talking about him! Anyway...
most of the residents have an alibi,
except for three of them.
Min, short for Minerva Maddox.
Impressive namesake.
The Roman goddess of wisdom.
And the teacher in Harry Potter.
I had an availability check for that once years ago.
Yes. Some sort of rat... becomes a man?
Ludicrous.
I couldn't make the dates work, anyway.
Then there's Amanda and Omar Sahni.
Sold up and joined the commune about eight months ago.
So I'm thinking
some kind of extreme midlife crisis.
What about these two?
Lowri and Aled Griffiths. Run the farm next door.
They were on the commune looking for a fight
on the morning the body was found.
She threatened Chief over a boundary dispute.
It's a bit of a slam dunk. Might as well arrest her now.
No crime of passion was ever committed
over a boundary dispute.
You're focusing on the farm, not the commune,
because you're avoiding your father.
Don't be ridiculous.
You certainly seem to be harbouring
some form of hostility about him.
Yes, and with good reason. He's bad news.
He chews people up and then he spits them out.
So keep his name out of your mouth, John Chapel.
All right.
- Yvonne. Um... - John.
Janie.
_
In private.
Oh. Go ahead.
I don't exist anyway, evidently.
_
Cheese twist, please. It's about your father.
Oh, yes, I know, he's back in town. Long story,
but I'm actually waiting on his alibi for a murder.
That's why I need to speak to you.
He was with me.
Mam, what was Dad doing with you
between the hours of 8pm and 7am? What were you...?
Oh, no!
You're always saying he's a bone-idle moocher!
He is. That doesn't change
the fact he is very gifted in other areas.
Oh! It's like you're trying to traumatise me!
For goodness' sake.
I'm just living my life, Janie.
- I'm not paying for her! - She's your mother.
I'm not...
She is unbelievable.
I know.
My side of the bed is barely cold.
This is what Dad does. He ruins people's lives.
Of course, it happens.
Women often rebound intensely
after the sudden loss of emotional sustenance.
Physical sustenance, too? Possibly, Chapel.
Can we move on from Mam and get onto
why you're dressed like Toad of Toad Hall?
This is practical farming wear.
It's a tailor-made costume I acquired
from a guest part I played
in the original All Creatures Great And Small.
Yes, young farmer, Pat Calvert.
He had a cow with tuberculosis.
"He's in a bad way, Veterinary."
Yes, it was considered very moving, I believe.
I didn't read the reviews.
Lowri Griffiths?
DI Janie Mallowan, Mid Wales Police.
This is our consultant, John Chapel.
I know who he is.
His stupid show is on after Countryfile.
What do you want?
Uh, we're here to ask some questions
about the murder of Sebastian Granger.
- Can you stop doing that? - I barely knew him. And, no,
I can't.
Farm never sleeps, eh? Very like being an actor.
I was in the make-up chair from 6am.
Six is when I take my morning break
after I've cleaned out the manure pit.
Hi, there. I'm Aled.
What happened to you?
Oh, got into a scrap with one of the sheep.
They've never taken to me.
Blow.
Sorry. Hay allergy.
Have you ever considered... not being a farmer?
Don't talk nonsense.
Aled will take over when I'm gone.
This farm has been in the family for generations.
Must be galling for you, then,
to get dragged into a turf war with Chief.
Don't talk to me about that Pound Shop Karl Marx.
Oh, you don't like his politics?
He swanned in here 30 years ago,
filled the place with degenerates.
A posh Saes with bollock-brain ideas.
When did you last see this bollock-brained Saes?
God knows.
We haven't set foot in that place for years.
We've got witnesses that said you were on the commune
yesterday morning.
She meant apart from yesterday.
Look, they're just pointing the finger at us
to hide all the trouble they're in.
- Trouble? - Yeah.
They've been at each other's throats for weeks
over some big vote.
Oh, time for your pills, Mam.
Right. If that's all,
we had three new piglets this morning.
Oh, can I see?
If you want to be up to your knees in blood
while I mop up the placenta...
Thought not.
It has to be her. Maybe she killed Chief
and then went back to the commune
to pretend like she was looking for him.
The only person bluffing here is you
with these flimsy attempts to avoid the commune.
We need to question the residents, including your father.
You just want to go face-to-face with your sex rival.
Absolutely not, you... vulgarian!
Unlike you, I'm not letting my grievances
get in the way of investigating a lead.
He said that the commune was up in arms over this vote.
Fine. Let's go to the sodding commune.
With a bit of luck, we won't even see him.
Very good.
You came back!
- Great! - Great.
I know. Mad concept, isn't it?
Returning to your family, not just vanishing.
Fair cop.
Officer, I'll come quietly.
- Dad, this is... - John Chapel.
Oh, no introduction necessary, John.
First saw you in an experimental production
of The Seagull back in... When was it? '96?
Oh, you saw that ropey old mess, did you?
All of us barking like dogs every other line.
Experimental theatre. Don't remind me.
Still very powerful.
So, what are you doing here with Janie?
Mr Chapel is our consultant. He's assisting
with the investigation into Chief's murder.
Fair to say he did not go gentle into that good night.
Ah! Dylan Thomas.
- Are you a fan? - Who isn't?
The musicality. A man that could make language sing.
Exactly. But you know what I've always thought
about Dylan Thomas?
No, and we don't want to know
because we're conducting a murder investigation.
Can't stop this one, eh?
She's always been like a little terrier.
How would you know what I've always been like?
Come on. We need to talk to the other commune members.
The ones that aren't just obsessed
with the sound of their own voices.
Hold up, hold up!
Amanda Sahni? Omar Sahni?
Detective Inspector Janie Mallowan.
This is John Chapel.
From Caesar?
I used to watch you every afternoon.
Used to?
I hope I didn't do anything to get into your bad books.
No, no, there's no TV here.
Which is great!
Yeah, it's so great.
I understand you found Chief's body.
That must have been rough, what with the spikes
and the... you know, the...
It's actually traumatised me.
This whole business has really shaken her up, you know?
Which... I was thinking, you know,
maybe it's a sign, babe.
Maybe it's a sign that we should go back to Reading.
No, I think I just need to sit with the grief.
I've actually already uploaded one video
of me sitting with it.
75,000 views in three hours.
Amanda has her own channel. It's doing really well.
Yeah, I just felt like the universe was telling me
there was a gap. I'm a vegan influencer
and also an off-grid influencer,
and I was like, "I can't think of anyone doing both."
Drawing a blank myself, yeah.
Yeah, but you seem to have
thrown yourself into the community.
I know. Total surprise.
I'll be honest,
at first I really didn't want to come here.
It was Omar's idea. Yeah.
- Clever me. - But now I love it.
I can't imagine living anywhere else.
Same. Neither can I. Yeah. Although, you know,
the thing with Reading, it's so conveniently placed...
We heard there's been some tension here recently.
Oh, you mean the stuff with Min?
- Omar. - Well...
Yeah... Come on, babe.
I mean, they were at each other's throats
over the vote, you know?
She wanted to upscale the cheese production.
Chief wasn't in favour of her plan?
Chief was dead against it. And now...
- Just dead. - Yeah.
- No. Come on, that's... - Oh, sorry. Sorry, I didn't...
- That's not on. - Apologies, officers.
Terrible host.
May I tempt you to a tour of the place?
- Yes! - No.
What the hell? We need to be interviewing Min.
Yes, of course, but...
he could be useful
to get under the skin of the commune.
Oh, fine! OK, you ponce off with Captain Flaky
and I'll do some actual police work.
Very headstrong,
just like her mother.
Don't know if you know Yvonne.
We've met, yeah.
Yeah?
Chief practically raised me,
especially after Mum died.
It's not like we fought all the time.
Sometimes Chief was a softie but...
at times he could be hard.
It's like cheese.
Sorry.
When I was 18, I went off to uni
to study business. See the big city.
Oh, where'd you go?
Norwich.
Chief said it was a waste of time.
That I'd hate it.
Yeah, but you loved it?
- No, I hated it. - No...
Everyone treated me like a lab experiment
because I'd never heard of Harry Styles.
Must have been tough.
Yeah, it was tough.
But you know what was worse?
Coming back here
and have him belittle everything I'd worked for.
My dad can be like that.
Just because I don't drink kefir or want to live in a yurt
doesn't mean I'm a slave to the machine.
See? Kefir was just one way
we could expand our profit margins.
Chief didn't want any of it.
I'm... I don't expect you to get it.
No, no.
My dad's Mukti.
- OK, so you totally get it. - Yeah, yeah.
I've actually got
a couple of Dylan Thomas first editions in my collection.
- You collect books? - Yeah.
Oh, John. Of course you do!
Well, that's the one downside of this place.
Too much work.
Not enough time to enjoy literature, art.
Shouldn't those seeds
- be nurtured, too? - How can I put it?
I guess I'm finding grief isn't a straight line,
but it comes more in waves.
Don't forget to like and subscribe.
Tomorrow, I'll be posting a recipe for pulled jackfruit.
Namaste.
Amanda seems to be exempt
from having to do too much work, though.
Yeah. Chief's favourite.
Said her social media channel was her work.
Do you think there's more to it?
Oh, I don't know about that, but, uh...
Yeah, she got special treatment.
Oh, once a week she'd be allowed off her duties
to drive Chief into the local town.
They'd be gone for hours.
Mukti!
Do you think you could give me a hand unloading the van?
Cos we just picked up a fresh load of chicken feed,
and it's actually really quite...
Just showing the police consultant round, yeah?
Sorry, sorry.
- Yeah. - Sure?
She's fine. Come on.
Sack looks quite...
All right.
My mum brought me here when I was a kid.
This was her dream, too.
Look, no offence,
but why are you even talking to me?
You should be arresting that mad old bag
- who runs the farm. - Lowri's got an alibi.
What, her lying son?
She's always had it in for Chief.
The boundary hasn't moved for 30 years.
It's just another excuse for her to kick off.
A few weeks ago, she attacked him with a rake.
Now, that is interesting.
Yeah, I'm going to need some more of this, so...
I'll just take that and then...
And that is our little collective.
It is an extraordinary place.
I don't suppose
there's anywhere I could use the facilities, is there?
Oh, just over here.
Oh! Oh, I... Oh, yeah...
Seems to be a bit of a queue here.
Yeah, that's what happens
when there's one toilet to 20 people,
and every flipping meal is beans or pulses...
- it's like... - Yeah.
I hope you don't mind me asking, Omar, but...
why are you here?
Cos I need a poo.
Yeah, no, I mean in the... commune.
- Oh, generally? - Obviously.
I love it here.
- You know, it's, uh... It's home now. - Oh, yeah.
You wouldn't know yesterday's football scores, would you?
Afraid not.
No? Do you, um...?
No phones allowed, you see. No internet.
How does Amanda run her channel, then?
She's never off the phone.
Well... Yeah.
Yeah, it's a bit different for her
because it's for the good of the commune.
So she gets to keep her phone.
Um, she uses the Wi-Fi from Chief's office, so...
Some of us are more equal than others, then?
Orwell!
Now there's an author we could run over the coals.
There's a great little book shop in the town,
- do you know it? - I know it well.
Absolute treasure trove.
- Come on. - What, now?
- No, I shouldn't... I've got... - John!
No, all right, all right, won't hurt, I suppose.
Where did you get to?
I got a lift with Michael.
I told you I didn't want you hanging round with him!
Don't want me hanging around?
You make me sound like a teenager,
meeting the smokers behind the bike sheds.
That's what he does. He reels people in.
I made the best choice for our investigation.
You'd see that if you weren't so blinded
by your old resentments. Do you want a biscuit?
I've left you the Bourbons.
I'm taking this as an apology.
- It's not. - Anyway, get this.
This isn't the first time Chief has ended up
on the wrong side of some farming equipment.
Lowri attacked him with a rake last month.
Neat, but not compelling. I'm not feeling it.
You're not feeling it?
Sorry that my very compelling evidence
against our top suspect isn't getting your juices flowing.
Lowri hated Chief for 30 years.
Why kill him now?
I don't know! Bad day.
Maybe she stepped on some Lego or something.
Pfft, no. No, no.
My antennae are twitching towards the commune
and Amanda.
She's the only person on our list
that doesn't have a clear motive.
Chief didn't allow phones or Wi-Fi,
so why bend the rules for her?
Well, same reason people always bend the rules
for people like her. She's fit.
See, even you're perving on her.
Don't be preposterous.
I'm analysing her social media for pertinent information.
Look.
If you have solar,
you can use a blender,
but I like to just go back
to how it would have traditionally been done...
with a pestle and mortar.
Just get a NutriBullet, you freak.
I thought her videos would hint
at her real relationship with Chief.
He's not in a single one.
But look who is.
Aled.
Your mam said you hadn't been on the commune for years,
so why were you sneaking around there 11 days ago?
I can't tell you.
You realise you've lied to a police officer
during a murder investigation?
Aren't you scared I could arrest you?
I'm more scared of Mam finding out, to be honest.
Fine. I was seeing Min.
No smartphones so this was the only photo she could give me.
We've been seeing each other for a year now.
If it wasn't for Mam, I'd be shouting it from the rooftops.
Your mam who recently assaulted the victim?
You kept that one quiet as well.
Why didn't Chief press charges?
All the bad blood, you'd think he'd jump at the chance.
I had to beg him.
I told him about the problems we've been having.
We've been losing money hand over fist.
It's not sustainable. And with Mam getting on...
Well, she seemed to think that you'd be taking over.
Look at me. I'd run it into the ground in a week.
I'm just waiting to turn it into a glampsite.
Aled! Come on!
_
Excuse me.
Got to go castrate some rams.
How the hell did he get Chief to drop the charges?
Can't even answer back to his own mother.
It's hard to believe.
And so is the story of the farm haemorrhaging money
when they've got a brand-new feeding system
and a new shiny tractor.
Yes...
Chaudhry?
Yeah, I got some more homework for you.
I need you to do some digging into the farm's financials,
see if you can turn anything up.
Laters!
PM's in.
Shall I drop you off on my way in?
No, I think I might stay out here for a while.
I'm really starting to appreciate these...
these big skies.
It's been such an emotional time for us all.
You must miss Chief terribly.
I put on a brave face for my followers.
Thank you.
But really, it's Min I worry about.
She's lost the closest thing she had to a dad
the same way she lost her mum.
Not literally the same way. Her mum died of heart failure,
she wasn't impaled by a horse plough.
No.
So you've, um...
You've taken Min under your wing, so to speak?
Min's so young but she knows exactly
what she wants out of life.
Do you?
Oh, yeah. I've got everything I need here, you know.
And Omar loves it too, and he gave up so much to join.
You and Chief were close, weren't you?
Weekly trips into town.
Oh, that was nothing. Just shopping.
Chief didn't have much of an eye for fashion.
He wanted a woman's opinion.
I thought I heard the voice of a Renaissance man.
John!
What, no Janie? She off hassling
some Extinction Rebellion protesters, I suppose?
No, Michael, no.
- No, Mukti. - Mukti.
She's committed to her job, you know,
and actually very good at it.
Of course. Of course.
So, uh, what brings you here?
Well, actually, I've come to drop something off for you.
Yeah...
Twenty-Five Poems.
Yes, well, I thought you might enjoy it,
as a Dylan Thomas connoisseur.
Brother, this is wow.
No, it's... It's actually a first edition.
I really ought to get going, actually.
No, what are you talking about?
We can't leave poems like these on the page.
We've got to get out there.
Blast them into the air.
What, now?
A bit mad, innit?
There is only today.
What the hell?
Injuries are all in line with what you'd expect.
But there are a couple of interesting things.
First, I'll say this for vegans -
they always have a lovely bowel.
Not sure that's going to help me crack the case.
No. Second, he had cancer.
So he was already dying?
No, not necessarily. It's not so far advanced
that he couldn't recover with the right treatment.
- We got a third? - No.
Damn. I was really hoping we'd have more than that.
Could do with wrapping this up quick.
Oh, things not going great with your dad?
There must be so many parents
that would love it if their kid became a police officer.
Why do I get the one that would prefer
if I was making protest art out of macaroni?
Anyway, ignore your dad.
You love being a detective.
Yeah...
Ah, Mallowan. I'm glad I caught you.
Just put a fresh batch of case reports on your desk.
- Needs signing off. - Now?
Any time between now and...
- Yeah, actually, now. - Great.
Well, I'll just solve murders in between forms.
Crackin'.
How's it going with the old commune murder?
Uh, getting there. Just a few distractions.
I did hear your father was involved.
You're not worried he's linked to the murder, are you?
No. I wish. A spell inside might finally teach him some responsibility.
Uh... Did I ever tell you about my old man?
Gary Clarke. No longer with us.
We didn't speak for years.
What happened?
Big argument about the best route
from Port Talbot to Brecon. I said A465, A470.
He said A4067 up towards Sennybridge.
Right. What's your point, sir?
The point is, we lost touch.
He was a great man.
But he never knew how I felt
because of my pride.
We don't always have as long as we think.
Sir, what about M4 then A470?
To Brecon?!
I'd want to get there the same day.
Oh, he'd have enjoyed that!
- There you are, ma'am. - What now?!
What is it...
you would like to talk to me about?
Is my question.
I've been doing some digging
into the farm financials, like you asked.
They weren't lying about going broke.
The real question is how they didn't fold months ago.
I knew there was something dodgy going on!
Yes, but the real news is the commune.
Up until June, they had thousands in their account.
In the last few months,
Chief's practically spent all of it.
On what? When we searched his room,
it was just dust and weed.
Great work... Evan.
No, sorry, it's too weird. You're Chaudhry.
"No more Lift its head
"to the blows of the rain;
"Though they be mad and dead as nails,
"Heads of the characters hammer through the daisies;
"Break in the sun...
"till the sun breaks down,
"And death...
"shall have...
"no dominion."
What a performance.
Oh, what? Come on! No, it was all right, I suppose.
You've a poet's soul, John Chapel.
Thank you.
- Care to blazer up? - No, he doesn't,
and that'd better be tobacco.
Oh, of course, Officer.
No, John and I, we were just...
Titting about. Yes, I noticed.
Why don't you join us? Give us a song.
Should have heard her Tiny Tim
in the Year 5 Christmas Carol.
Yes, you should have but you didn't. You forgot.
And you had to hear about it from Mam instead.
Mukti's invited me to an arts festival this Saturday.
Wants to introduce me to a few of his friends.
Just my own little coterie.
Some poets, sculptors.
Oh, and one very challenging mime.
I need to have a word with Dad alone.
- Yeah, I will but can I explain...? - Can you, just for once,
go without saying anything, John Chapel?
- What have I done? - Nothing, as per usual.
I didn't think you'd want to join us,
the way you've been acting.
We've barely spent any time together.
Because I've been trying to solve a murder!
Not that you care.
You hardly know anything about me or my life.
You're not even interested in John because he's MY friend.
You just want to add him to your collection
of artsy-fartsy acquaintances.
You know I'm drawn to new energy,
and you need to accept that some people
prefer to live outside the narrow boxes
that society creates.
Well, then, some people shouldn't be parents.
I'm terribly sorry if my instinct
to create and nurture life makes me a terrible person.
This is just what he does.
He swoops in, you have a great time,
you're packing your bag for Oakwood Theme Park,
and then suddenly Mam's taking you out for a sundae
because he's disappeared again.
- He might have changed. - OK, fine.
Well, while you've been busy falling under his spell,
I've been driving this investigation.
Chief secretly drained the commune's accounts.
I've got Chaudhry checking with the bank
to see if anyone else here knew about it.
That's him.
Well, well, well.
Look who's countersignatory.
OK, let's recap.
You found out about the missing money,
you killed Chief, and then
you tried to bribe an officer of the law with cheese
to cover your tracks.
That last one's not going in the official charge sheet.
I didn't kill Chief.
Who murders someone over money?
Loads of people.
- We argued. That's all. - I don't believe you.
Touch wood, my dad hasn't embezzled my life savings,
but I still want to kill him sometimes.
Chief wasn't my dad.
He was the closest thing you had.
You thought he was finally taking you seriously.
But he was just watching you pour your heart and soul
into something he knew would never happen.
I was angry. I'd worked so hard.
But when he told me where the money went...
private hospital treatment for his cancer...
I couldn't exactly carry on yelling at him, could I?
I didn't know what to do.
I felt ashamed.
I said some horrible things, so...
I left.
Did you tell anyone else?
Aled?
I don't speak to Aled.
OK, drop the act.
We all know you two are in a secret relationship.
We were in a secret relationship
until his mum found out and made him pick.
Her or me.
I suppose it's a no-brainer, really.
She owns a gun and castrates things on a daily basis, so...
Yeah, fair.
Were you two still together when this video was taken?
That's Mandy's birthday.
We broke up the week before,
so whatever he's up to there, it's nothing to do with me.
Min's love of the commune
is at the core of her character.
The passion is there, but the motive is all wrong.
A woman that idealistic wouldn't kill over money.
Well, it's not just about the money.
It's about him not believing in her.
Something she's dealt with her entire life
without impaling anyone.
No, the real question is
why Aled was sneaking onto the commune.
Do you think Min was lying about the break-up?
No. I watch a lot of Love Is Blind, and she had the same energy
as one of the ones that don't go to Mexico.
Forbidden love.
It's all very Capulet and Montague.
Yes!
The grudge!
Festering on over the years.
Heartbreak, hatred.
Oh, but does it answer the central question, though?
It has to be Min!
Her father figure completely betrayed her.
Some people can keep a lid
on their parental resentments, you know.
Is that supposed to be aimed at me?
Well, I've spent some time with Michael now.
He's hardly the monster that you paint the picture of.
That's just what he does!
He gaslights people into thinking he's great,
then he runs away.
Unreliable, perhaps, yeah,
but he's not malevolent, is he?
- He's an innocent. - He's useless!
I needed a dad!
I'm sure you did, yeah.
And I'm sorry.
But look at you now. You're a grown woman.
You've got a successful career and your own place.
Which you haven't set foot in.
Even though I bought a plant and made it all homely.
Yeah, look, you don't need Michael in your life any more.
But if you give him a chance...
you might find you want him in it.
I've tried too many times.
He just always lets me down.
It's classic Dad. Everything's always about him.
Never mind his family or anybody else.
That's it.
I know who killed Chief.
Sorry. Always wanted to do that. Carry on.
Oi, is this going to take long?
Cos I can't see why me and my son
need to be dragged into the sordid affairs
of these tax dodgers.
It's a bit late for either of you
to be worrying about that, isn't it, Aled?
I couldn't work out why a big scaredy cat like you
would risk sneaking onto the commune
and getting caught by your mam, unless it was to see Min.
Ha! He wishes.
Then I remembered about your money troubles.
How are you keeping the farm afloat?
Turns out there is a type of farming you are good at.
Cannabis.
This is how you got Chief
to drop the charges against Lowri -
by becoming his personal supplier.
Aled's not a drug dealer.
He faints if he has to give the antibiotics to the sheep.
- Tell 'em. - I don't even grow it myself.
I just let some blokes from the village rent the barn, that's all.
My own son!
_
But you've been lying, too, haven't you, Lowri?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Well, I first noticed when you said Caesar
was on after Countryfile.
Well, that's not been the case since the mid-noughties.
It was Countryfile then Caesar then Attenborough.
Made sense for the sort of audiences we attracted -
very A1, B1, sometimes the C2,
- professional... - Yeah, er, John, just...
They don't care.
Ah, yes, but it was the first clue of many.
Insisting that the commune
was on the wrong side of a boundary line
that was set 30 years ago.
Bossing your son around, and him reminding you
to take your meds.
And when you said
that you hadn't set foot in the commune for years,
you weren't lying.
You just didn't remember.
They say it's dementia.
A lot of fuss over nothing, if you ask me.
Is it? For 30 years you've hated Chief.
But it's only the last few months
your behaviour has escalated.
You're not as in control as you think you are.
Are you saying it was me?
Because that would be sod's law.
If I'd killed him,
- I'd certainly like the pleasure of remembering it. - Mam!
It wasn't her. We know.
It all came together when we found out
why Chief had drained the commune accounts.
To pay for his cancer treatment.
That's why he relaxed the rules for you, Amanda.
He wanted someone to drive him to the hospital.
Someone who would agree not to talk about his illness.
Yeah, OK. Yeah, I drove him to his appointments. Yeah.
And you got something out of it for yourself.
Secret visits to a place
you didn't want anyone to know about.
Please don't, cos this will kill my brand.
The carvery.
Four meats and bottomless gravy - 8.99.
- Mandy! - Babe!
Tell the truth, Amanda - it'll be for the best.
Those pigs in blankets were the highlight of my week.
I hate being a vegan!
I... I hate being an influencer!
I hate this place! I... I'm...
I'm only here because Omar loves it. Sorry.
I'm only here cos I thought you loved this place.
I hate this place!
I hate the food, I hate the routine,
I hate the people - no offence!
Can we go home?
- Can we eat normal food? - Yeah.
We can watch TV and have a proper flushing toilet!
And the internet! Yes? Yes.
- Yes? - OK!
Why didn't Chief just tell us he was ill?
Because he didn't want one of you to know.
It started just like you said. You confronted Chief.
He admitted how he'd spent the money.
But it didn't end there.
It was the cancer treatment, that was the last straw.
The one selfishness you couldn't forgive.
Not after your mother.
She had a chance to be saved.
A heart transplant in America.
Chief said it was impossible.
It was too expensive.
I had to watch her die, and there was nothing I could do!
And then he gets ill
and suddenly it's the best treatment that money can buy.
He treated you like his own daughter.
He treated me like shit!
All of us. This was his own little kingdom,
where he was the only one that mattered.
He would have destroyed this place.
Minerva Maddox, I'm arresting you
for the murder of Sebastian Granger.
Chief's name was Sebastian?
Yeah.
I imagine this land is yours now.
If you'd be prepared to take a DNA test.
You what?
_
A hatred that fierce could only grow
from a love turned sour.
Chief was Aled's father, wasn't he?
Father?
I've known bulls with a bigger sense of responsibility.
He turned his back on both of us.
You got the last laugh, though.
With Chief gone, the commune land is yours.
No. No, you-you can't take it!
It belongs to all of us!
Yeah, that is nice, but legally it's rubbish.
So we're going to close?
Aled, your financial troubles are solved.
But, er, on the downside, I am going to have to arrest you
for the cultivation of a class B drug.
Yeah. Now, this is a little bit awkward,
but you two are going to have to share a lift down to the station.
Is Radio 1 all right? So...
So, how was the arts festival?
There was no arts festival
and there was no fellow group of artists.
Your father didn't show up.
I'm sorry.
I did warn you.
It can't be.
Michael! You appear to be late to pick me up
by some... 42 hours.
- Roads busy, were they? - Sorry about that, John.
Actually, I'm looking for, er...
Ah, there she is, great!
I just wanted to, uh...
Uh... Yeah.
I've been thinking a lot about what you said.
Not thinking a lot about returning my first edition,
by the looks of it.
Can you give us a minute?
You see, I thought you being spiky with me,
that was just... Well, that was our thing.
Never occurred to me that you were hurting.
No, I know it didn't.
Not much does occur to you.
You're right.
But it's just that...
See, you and your mam
always seem to have everything down.
I thought, "You don't need me."
I'm sorry.
But I want things to be different.
I want to get to know my Janie bach properly.
And I was wondering, if... if you're not too busy...
if we might go for an ice cream?
Uh, well, uh,
me and John are in the middle of something right now...
You should go.
I've got things to do anyway.
Alan will be here in a minute.
You know he gets antsy when guests are here, so...
Yeah.
All right. If you don't mind.
So, uh, how much ice cream does it take
to make up for 30 years of being rubbish?
A lot.
- Mr Whippy won't cut it, then? - No chance.
We're talking gelato, waffle cones, minimum.
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