Midsomer Murders

New day. New dawn.

Come on, Dad. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

Let's hope so.

Morning.

Hello?

Is everything alright?

Hello?

Is everything okay?

Everything alright, sir?

I've had better starts to my day.

And I'm only on 66 steps.

Have a 10,000 target, right?

Whoo! That'll put hairs on your chest.

Hey, Jamie. Can't stop. Picking up Betty from a sleepover.

Don't forget, we're at the climbing wall party later.

We're on a health kick.

Please feel free to join in.

I'm good. Thanks.

Right. Let's get started.

We could drive into the village, you know. We're electric.

Thinking of your steps, sir.

Those kind of footprints are allowed.

The victim's Danny Tarleton,

28-year-old dairy farmer who was out jogging.

Body found by Lana Markham two hours ago.

There's a chili competition.

Nothing I like more than a bit of spicy food. You?

More of a sushi man, myself.

Before you ask,

weather vane pointing very much through the heart.

Sharp force injury. Single thrust. Anterior chest.

Body's still warm. No rigor.

I'd say time of death within the last three hours.

And, there's something else.

Not your typical jogging accessory.

I've heard of people running with weights, but

pair of slippers?

DCI Barnaby. DS Winter. I gather you found the body.

What were you doing out here so early?

I'm a meteorologist and climate campaigner.

I have equipment all over the valley.

Did you know Mr. Tarleton well?

Fair to say, we weren't close.

Danny was a petrol head who hated the village's

green conversion. One of the few that resisted it.

Locked horns with Brian constantly.

Brian? Havergal.

Him and his wife, Dixie, fully embraced the green initiative.

Help me to convince everyone... most people

that Goodman's Land was precious.

When exactly did the village go green?

Three years ago. I believe the village

can be used to illustrate how climate change can be reversed.

And is the environmental debate still an issue?

Look, I like Brian, but he tends to be a bit domineering,

imposes fines and penalties if people break the rules.

Tensions are running high,

especially with the impending sale of the village.

We're being bought by a Texan, Rooster Harlin III.

How do you mean being bought?

The entire village and the land it's on.

A lease dating back centuries has run out.

Deposit's already paid.

Fair to assume some people aren't happy about that,

you included.

They're called the Dark Ages for a reason.

New owner's an oilman. Couldn't be less green if he tried.

The weather vane, you recognize it?

Looks like the one from Birch Barn.

There's a student living there at the moment.

Why kill someone with a weather vane?

The victim clearly wasn't a fan of all things eco.

Or maybe it's got something to do with the climate issue.

Or somebody hoping we'll think that.

Check out Lana Markham and pay a visit

to the student in the barn.

I'll talk to the victim's father.

Morning, Aldo.

Come on now. Don't be like that, mate.

Once more unto the breach.

Aldo's grumpy as ever.

Well, it's not our fault his butcher's gone under.

I mean, no one likes to see a business close down,

but he's had three years to try and make it work,

and he's had the chance to change like everyone else.

I don't think my recent sanctions

have helped his mood, though.

He broke the rules again. You did what you had to do.

You banned him from the pub quiz,

and you rationed his toilet roll.

He'll get over it. I don't know.

I also threatened to block his deliveries.

But he's not the only one.

I mean, the Cottinghams are still using their hot tub

and refusing to pay the fines.

And the Deans left their lights on last night.

They know the rules. The curfew is 7:00.

Lights off for everyone, including us.

Dixie, darling, go easy.

It's not life or death, you know.

It blooming well is.

In this village, status is everything.

There's my gorgeous girl.

Huh? Sorry. What?

Your mother was just saying how lovely you looked.

They're all ethically approved

salon and thingamabobs, I take it?

'Course. Good.

Right. I'm off to the barn in a sec.

Are you okay to give me a hand with a chili competition?

And what do these nails say to you?

Don't get triggered.

You know I have to look my absolute best for my socials.

I've got a campaign to run.

God. Mum!

Not this again. You might be happy

jumping into bed with the American, but I'm not.

Well, he has to stay somewhere.

And if he's going to buy the village, we need

to keep on his good side. See the whites of his eyes.

Yeah, well, I am going to give a Rooster a roasting

and a Havergal welcome to remember,

which will be going live. Do you

have to do that, darling? We don't want to upset him.

That's exactly what I want to do.

I'm an influencer, so I'm going to use my platform

to raise awareness of me.

And of course what this village is actually achieving here.

Just go back to your chili sauce

or whatever it is you're doing.

You have reached 2,556 steps.

Good job.

Didn't have a bad bone in his body, that lad.

Loved life. Kept fit.

Out early doors come rain or shine.

Same route.

So his route would have been familiar to others.

Did you see Danny this morning? How was he?

He was a bit hung over, but fine.

Looking forward to the arrival of the new guy in town.

Yes, Rooster Harlin III.

Danny was confident that Rooster would return the village

to how it was before all this eco madness.

You're not a fan of the village's

green revolution, then? We're dairy farmers.

Were. When everything was ranked green,

it hit us bad. We lost everything. Not just us.

Aldo McLean recently lost his butchers.

Presumably, changing your old ways

was difficult and expensive.

Dairy cattle are often treated with antiseptics and fungicides.

There are alternatives, but they're pricy.

We did our best. It was never enough for the Havergals.

Don't you get on?

Not anymore.

They own the pub. Out like they run the village.

All the deliveries go to the pub.

So you name it, they order it in for us.

Even tell us what to wipe our backsides with.

Brian's a control freak. Thinks he owns the place, literally.

This whole scheme,

it's changed him.

Not for the best.

Tell me about the lease on the village.

It dates back 850 years but will expire

unless someone proves a claim on the land.

But no one can.

There's a local legend that the lease has been overruled,

that one family does have a legitimate

right of ownership in perpetuity.

Based on what?

Medieval documents

that no one's ever seen,

that maybe never existed.

Some years back, the Havergals asked me to help prove

it was them. But I could find no evidence.

I see.

Might I take a look around your son's room?

Yeah.

Reduce, reuse, recycle me nothing.

No. Appearance is everything.

Clearly.

Can we go? I hate coming here.

Not flashy enough for you?

Can't you get a phone like the rest of us

so I can call you at least?

Village's e-waste is down 40% from last year.

Yeah, whatever. I think you'll find that phones

are pretty useful when it comes to changing the world.

And shoes. Shoes would be good.

I like to stay grounded. Question is,

do you want to change the world, or are you just pretending?

Fake and single.

Not a good vibe.

Don't you judge me, barefoot boy.

You think you know me, but you don't.

Come on. We've got content to film.

Danny's passion.

Designs for a race track,

in the greenest village in Midsomer.