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GUARD:
Someone likes ya.

You're being
transferred tomorrow.

How's your missus,
by the way?

FAITH: Come on, it's not
that bad, Rhods, come on.

I think he's got
that rash again.

-Come on. What? Where?
-On his tummy.

FAITH: Really?
Oh, let's have a look.

Let's have a look at you.

Go get your stuff together,
darling. Pack your bag.

And don't forget
your new trainers, okay?

Alys!

No. [ Blows raspberry ]
You look fine. [ Giggles ]

You'll be all right.
You'll live.

Go on.
Go on, go play.

Boys. They're so different,
aren't they?

Right.
Arthur can deal with that.

Two minutes, everybody!
Alys Howells!

Why isn't Arthur taking us?

Because his boat was sinking.
He'll be there at pickup.

And...

Whoa.

Detention all lunchtime.

That's what Mrs. Cottrell said,
wasn't it?

-Your point?
-Alys, be nice.

Hey!
I saw that, I saw that.

Out, please.

ALYS: Keys?
Keys!

On the table,
my little angel.

On the table.
Come on! Out we go.

Let's have you as well,
is it?

And don't forget your coats!

Please tell me
it's not too early for a gin.

Okay?

All happy?

Seatbelt, please.

Funny way of showing it.

[ Keys jingling ]

-[ Seatbelt thudding ]
-Oh.

[ Laughs ]

Right, let's go.

[ Engine starts ]

ANGIE: Are you gonna
pick me up tonight?

STEVE: Oh, you'll have to walk.
I'm sorry, love.

I can't get off early
every day.

All right?
See you later.

FAITH:
Bye, Alys.

I could go back to Alys's.

Arthur doesn't mind me
hanging out with them.

Okay.

Text me and let me know
what you're up to.

Thanks, Dad.

[ Engine starts ]

She's not in yet,
Mrs. Vaughan.

I can take a message.

I'll put you
onto Mr. Howells.

Tom.

Mrs. Vaughan.

Hello.
Tom Howells.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Vaughan.

There really isn't anything
we can do.

I suggest
maybe you should con--

-[ Beeping ]
-FAITH: Madlen?

It's Faith.
What's happened?

They want me
to plead guilty, Faith.

Who?
Your lawyers?

MADLEN: I got rid of them.
The trial's on Monday.

Faith, you're the only one
that I trust.

Please.

I'm running out
of credit, Faith.

[ Line beeping ]

-We'll do it, Mrs. Vaughan.
-We had an agreement.

CERYS: Six weeks ago.
Things have changed.

She's been let down twice now.
No one deserves that.

So Faith and I
will handle the case.

Well, you can't.
You're too busy.

-And your best argument?
-I can rearrange the diary.

That's two
against one, Tom.

Phone Thompson and Green.
I'm gonna need her file.

-Hurry up, Cer.
-Right, let's get those papers.

-Thank you, Delyth.
-I don't believe this.

This is a murder case.

They don't know
what they're doing.

Evan would never
let this happen.

[ Door closes ]

* I gave my heart whole, I did *

* I gave my heart *

* And although it's lost *

* It is still beating *

* And I gave my whole soul,
I did *

* I gave my soul *

* And although I'm broken *

* I am still breathing *

FAITH: Thank you.
But why?

I've been locked in my office
drafting leases for three weeks.

My fantasy life was
starting to scare me.

[ Laughs ]

Okay, you grab the files.

Thank you.

Okay, it's all here.

Fingerprints, ballistics.

Madog Jones.
He's a farmworker.

They're so impetuous.

They're just high street
solicitor advocates, not QCs.

I wouldn't dream of
taking a case like that on.

Evan managed it.

And won.

Hey.

Hi, all right.

Oh, come on.

You're all right.

Come, sit down.

Sit down.
Sit down.

Thank you.

I was starting to think
I'd never see Dyfan again.

He's still with his auntie?

The wouldn't believe me,
Faith.

Just kept staring at me
like I was a barefaced liar.

FAITH: I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry about this.

-CERYS: Shall we get on?
-FAITH: Mm-hmm.

So the case against you
is not strong.

Your story tallies
with all the evidence,

and as far as we can tell,

the police have gone
to no effort whatsoever

to look for anyone else.

Now, that's where
you can help us.

We can create reasonable doubt,
but what we need is --

is an idea of who else
might've had a motive.

The field going down
to the river.

Now, Will, he wanted to build
houses on there, right?

And if he'd got planning,

that would solve
all your problems, yes?

If.

CERYS: Well, yeah,
according to these,

the farm's accounts
were frozen for months.

Blimey!

90 grand in the red.

Where was the money
coming from?

You weren't starving,
Madlen.

Will must have been borrowing
from someone.

You never discussed it.

I stopped trying.

I wasn't feeling well.

They think I've got M.S.

FAITH: Oh, God, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

MADLEN:
Put me on some tablets.

I should've left him
years ago.

People stay, don't they?

When they shouldn't.

Especially when there's kids.

-Do you think I'm a coward?
-No, I don't.

Don't worry.

Come on.
Let's get this sorted.

CERYS: Yeah.

I'd have gone through
the books.

Maybe he didn't let her.

Helpless, innocent.
I've had easier defenses.

-[ Gasps ]
-90 grand, though, come on.

What?

Oh, an e-mail
from the prosecution.

They want to add
a new witness.

-And guess who.
-Clue.

Somebody who likes the company
of women half his age.

-Nearly every man over 40?
-Happens to be my best friend.

-Tom?
-Yes.

[ Gasps ]
Tom.

Mind games.
Smart move.

Shit bollocks.
Sorry.

Prosecution witness, Tom?

I had no choice.

When did they approach you?

You didn't go to them.

Will Vaughan was my client.
I'd known him from a boy.

Wow, Tom.

CERYS:
Low blow, Tom.

Well, at least I now know
who I'm dealing with.

A man who would rather risk
an innocent woman go to prison

than a stain on his
precious bloody reputation.

All right.
Bit of perspective.

Tom was his solicitor.
You'd have done the same.

How am I meant to cross-examine
my father-in-law, Cerys?

How am I meant to do this?

This is it.
This is your moment.

This is our moment.

Your transfer here cost me
a good deal of capital.

And I'm very grateful.

Your wife is still meeting
with Gael Reardon.

The Reardons want to buy
a company called Corran Energy.

Old clients of the firm
going back to the '80s.

-It's all perfectly legitimate.
-[ Sighs ]

I can't shake the feeling that
you're playing with me, Evan.

I'm not going back to London
until I've got the Reardons.

You owe me Gael.

And I'll deliver Gael.

These things take time.

Steve Baldini and your wife.

Just how close are they?

I'll be in touch.

Wow.
[ Chuckles ]

What have you given
the kids, Arthur?

ARTHUR: Under orders
to show some respect

to their
very important mother.

-Oh.
-Ah?

Hey, I got your message.
How's it going?

-Nervous?
-Well, you know, just...

Hello!
Hello.

[ Inhales sharply ] You smell
nice for a change.

Yes, you do.
You okay?

No Alys?

Veranda.

FAITH: Those two
are joined at the hip.

Well, I'll drop Angie home
on my way, unless you want to.

No, that's okay.
Thank you.

MEGAN:
Alys got detention.

She says she doesn't care,

and she's gonna get
her belly button pierced.

-Right. Amazing.
-It's a good sign, Faith.

Best get the rebellion out
of the way early, isn't it?

You know?
That's where I went wrong.

Come on.
Fish pie, huh?

Full of omega-3.
Good for the brain.

If she really wants one,
I'll have one too.

At the same time.

And I'll wear
my green slacks.

I think it's disgusting.
Dad wouldn't let her.

Well, he's not here,
is he?

Can't sleep?

Dad did a murder case once.

FAITH: Mm-hmm.

Kids been staying stuff to you
in school upsetting you?

Tell me.

Alys?

Do you still love Dad?

Yes.

-Because of us?
-No, not just because of you.

Be-- What is it, hmm?

What's going on?

Come on.

Come on, we don't have
secrets anymore, do we?

-Mom...
-Hmm?

-If you win this...
-Hmm?

...can I get
my belly button pierced?

Only if I can have a full
back tattoo of Rick Astley.

-Who is that?
-"Who is that?"

He's an absolute legend, Alys,
that's who he is,

and he's still going strong.

Do what you want.
You can't stop me.

Shane, it's Gael.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, shit.
Hold on a moment.

What's going on?

Steve!

It's a flat.

Can you sort it?
And hurry up, I'm late.

Yeah, well, let him --
let him stew for a while,

you know, get desperate.

[ Laughing ] Yeah.

Listen, listen,
I've got a flat, so...

Yeah, but I've got my lackey
onto it, so...

Yeah.
I know.

No home to go to,
Constable?

Just collating evidence.

Never hurts
to be organized.

Mrs. Howells.

You and she
have a bit of history.

Forgive and forget.

It's a small community.
We all have to rub along.

Mm.

18 months ago, when I
interviewed her husband,

I couldn't shake the feeling
that he didn't say a word

that she didn't want him to.

She's certainly an easy woman
to underestimate.

Spoken from experience?

Hmm. All right,
I'll bear that in mind.

Don't stay too late.

Faith, we have 24 hours.
Where are you?

I'll be right there.

You're visiting Evan.

FAITH: No!
See you soon.

What are you doing, Faith?

What are you doing?

[ Doors lock ]

[ Wand beeping ]

What do you think?

-It's a bit different.
-Unexpected.

Well, I've been a good boy.

Give it a couple of weeks,

and I'll be allowed into town
on a temporary license.

And then...

...maybe even
some home leave.

I've taken over
Madlen Vaughan's defense.

Long story.
Trial starts tomorrow.

She has no idea
who might've killed him.

[ Sighs ]

You knew Will.

Any ideas?

Are you sure
you should be here?

Yes!
Yes, I'm su--

I need your help.

People he was in debt to,

fallen out with.

Think.

Please, think.

This is more your field
than mine.

He was borrowing money
and not from the bank.

Where would you go?

Reasonable doubt.
That's all that matters.

You want to win this case?

You've got to be cold.

Dispassionate.

You can do it.

Just think of the way
you handle my mother.

[ Laughing ]

That smile.
You know, it still kills me.

So I'm gonna
have to go now.

And thank you
for the text yesterday.

But you shouldn't have
a phone in here, Evan.

Because if they find out, you'll
be straight back to cat B.

What text?

CERYS:
Trusting, loyal, dutiful.

The only thing
Madlen is guilty of

is being too good a wife
and a mother.

That is our narrative.

We hammer it
every chance we get.

What do you think?

Perfect.

Faith? Is there something
you're not telling me?

We need to be
on fire tomorrow.

It's brilliant.

All right, do me a favor.

Stay away from Evan
until this is over.

-[ Cellphone vibrates ]
-He's a proud man.

I know what he's like.

Just a minute.

[ Seabirds crying ]

TOM:
She just doesn't get it.

It would only take a couple
of our best clients to leave,

and we'd be finished.

She cares, Tom.
You know Faith.

Yeah, well, I'll survive,

but she's the one
with a family to support.

You couldn't talk to her,
could you, Lisa?

[ Laughs ]

I see. And so that's why
you invited me here.

No, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

I thought it'd be nice.

Look,
I'm too close to Faith

to get involved
in her work, okay?

I-I just don't want to
mess things up.

Yeah, of course.

-Yeah?
-Quite right.

Faith's like a daughter
to me.

You know this case
is going to hurt her.

But Madlen Vaughan is guilty.
I'm sure of it.

She's a big girl, Tom.

And so are you.

[ Both laughing ]

And I'm bloody starving.

Haven't you got anything to eat
in there?

What?
Well, I thought...

Look, drinks and nibbles,

they're just not gonna cut it,
I'm afraid.

-Okay, okay.
-I'm an expensive date.

Yeah. Have you got any, I don't
know, beans? Corned beef?

-Crust of bread?
-All right, all right.

-I'll see what I can do.
-Lovely!

[ Both laugh ]

Corran Energy.
It's been six weeks.

Now Dublin are
climbing the walls.

I promised them the deal
would be done by now.

They've had interest
from another party.

I heard the bank
extended their loan.

-What other interest?
-I don't know.

Well, find out.

Here.

You'll get a message
with instructions.

I'm about to start
a murder trial, Gael, so...

Oh. Maybe, uh, I should pay
Saran James another visit.

No. No, no, you promised
to leave it alone, Gael.

Or maybe I should
send your friend Stevie.

Mm, he's sick for you,
Faith.

I've never seen a man
get it so bad.

Now, a debt's a debt.

You clear it.

[ Engine starts ]

Keeping yourself busy,
Constable?

Continuity, sir.

I always like to photograph
every piece of evidence.

You know what defense lawyers
are like.

Hmm.
No harm in bells and whistles.

But is there something
troubling you, Constable?

Have we slipped up?

No, sir.

Uh, I-I suppose I'm concerned

about a lack
of compelling motive.

It's our job to compile
the evidence dispassionately.

Where that leads
is down to the jury.

I like to think
we believed in our case.

I appreciate that this is

difficult for you, Constable,
on so many levels,

but I will not have
my authority questioned

or my case undermined,
is that understood?

Perfectly, sir.

Good.

Let me know
when you're finished.

I'll take charge
of the evidence from there.

* If I could hold you *

* If only for a second
I could hold you *

* And let the fear rage on *

* Cling to each other
in the eye of the storm *

* Eye of the storm,
eye of the storm *

* If I could reach you *

* If only for a second
I could reach you *

* And let it
all go to hell *

* Hold on together
till we go there as well *

* Go there as well,
go there as well *

* 'Cause I know
I could never be *

* What you need *

* Never see what you see *

* Never be *

* Anything more than
just somewhere to run to *

* When you're scared
to come to *

* I'll be there,
someone who knows *

* I won't be anything more *

Prison van's arrived.

Mrs. Howells?

Hayden Swancott.
Hayden.

-Nice to meet you.
-Your junior?

Colleague.
Cerys Jones.

Listen, we're prepared to
consider a realistic offer --

manslaughter, on the grounds
of provocation.

No, thank you.

Four or five years
versus life, Faith.

Mrs. Howells.

SWANCOTT:
This was not a domestic argument

that got out of hand.

The evidence will show
that William Vaughan's murder

had all the hallmarks
of a most deliberate execution,

committed by an unlikely,
but ruthless,

and wholly unrepentant
executioner.

JONES:
There were frequent arguments,

or cross words
you might call it.

Months it had been going on.

SWANCOTT: Mr. Jones,
as their sole employee,

someone close to them both,

how would you describe

the state of their marriage
at the time

of Mr. Vaughan's death?

JONES: Not happy.
Not at all.

Will Vaughan had spent
nearly five years

failing to get permission
to build houses

on that 10-acre field.

-Yes.
-He was flat broke.

-Not my business to know.
-He didn't tell you?

-No.
-Oh, that's odd.

And you didn't guess?

Not even when he cut your hours
and put you on the bread line?

Did he ever tell you anything
of a personal nature, Mr. Jones,

in the 15 years
of working for him?

JONES:
I can't say he did.

What about Madlen Vaughan?

Was she a cold, quiet person?

Oh, no.

Madlen's always been
very kind to me.

She's a good mother too.

FAITH:
Mr. Swancott described her

as a ruthless executioner.

JONES: No.
No.

Thank you.

[ Clucking ]

SWANCOTT:
You inherited 25% of the farm

and your brother 75%,
is that correct?

Yes,
but he ran the business.

You must've been aware
of the debts.

Did you advise him
to sell the farm?

He was putting in for the
planning again -- third time.

He was looking at over a million
when he cleared all the debts.

SWANCOTT: And did
Madlen Vaughan understand?

HANNAH:
Didn't she just.

Hopping mad, she was,
the last time he was refused.

All set to buy a villa
in Portugal.

SWANCOTT:
She told you this?

HANNAH: She had brochures
on the kitchen table.

It was gonna be
the high life.

Did -- Did your brother
want a villa?

All Will cared about
was the farm.

It's not in her blood,
is it?

She wanted out.

Wanted money.

Spending money.

FAITH: Something I'm failing
to understand, Mrs. Lewis,

is how your brother
was managing to get by

when his bank account
was frozen.

Any ideas?

Loan sharks, perhaps?

Mrs. Lewis.

Is there anything
you should have told the police?

Maybe you should
tell the jury now.

My lord...

Answer the question,
please.

My husband and I
lent him £20,000.

This loan, was it secured
against anything?

-No.
-No?

What was it, then?

Just a gamble
on a failing business?

Must be nice to have
that sort of money to waste.

He's my brother.

Was.

If Madlen Vaughan
is convicted of murder,

she stands
to inherit nothing.

The whole estate
will go to her son, Dyfan.

[ Bleating ]

You're Dyfan's legal guardian,
is that right, Mrs. Lewis?

What are you accusing me of?

I'm just establishing
a position.

The jury can make of it
what they will.

Thank you.

Fucking brilliant.

[ Scribbling ]

[ Pen clatters ]

[ Sheep bleating ]

FAITH: Two sets
of fingerprints.

Hers and her husband's?

That's all I found.

So if a third person
fired the gun...

Then they must have been
wearing gloves.

Gloves. Pretty logical, really,
if you're gonna shoot somebody.

-Yeah.
-Yes.

Yeah.

Yes.

Two shots fired
at a range of 40 feet.

Two wounds neatly grouped
five inches apart.

That requires careful aim,
a steady hand.

A lot of practice.

And hit square in the chest.

You could almost
call it professional.

DR. COLLINS:
Competent, certainly.

And the bloodstain
on her coat cuff.

For all we know, there could've
been blood on the grass

where she stooped down
to pick up the gun.

-I suppose so.
-Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Dr. Collins.

BAILIFF: All rise.

FAITH: All they've got
is a circumstantial case,

no compelling motive.

CERYS: This business
about the villa.

It was just a bit of fun.

Can't believe
that's what she thought of me.

My point is, could --
well, could Hannah have...

Does she know
where the gun's kept?

Cer...

[ Knocking on door ]

[ Keys jingling ]

[ Door locks ]

We've got reasonable doubt,
but that's not enough.

-No.
-What about Madog Jones, hmm?

I bet he can bloody shoot.

Yeah, but why would
he protect Madlen?

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

-[ Beep ]
-Shit.

-Rhodri's prescription.
-What?

Yeah, I've got
to go pick it up.

Faith!
You can't go now!

SWANCOTT: She'll run
out of luck soon enough.

And if she doesn't?

Just excuse me
for one minute.

Thank you.

Lovely.

Perfect.

Yes, sir.

Detective Inspector Breeze.
Swansea CID.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

[ Vehicle door opens, closes ]

Samsons have had stowaways
coming in from Rosslare.

Warn the others.

I'm not paying any more
bloody fines.

Then I need you
to do a Dublin run tomorrow.

Can't do it. We agreed shifts
at the start of the month.

-Holyhead, 9:00.
-Yeah, you can have my notice.

-I got a little girl at home.
-Ohh.

Just a regular family guy.

And how's Faith buying that?

Doesn't seem to be
working yet, does it?

I should be careful
what I say.

You might just put out
another contract on me.

Why don't you
leave her alone?

Let me clear what she owes.

I want to set things right.

Mm.

She's standing
by her man, Steve.

I think you might be
wasting your time.

I'll be the judge
of that.

All right. Sort me
another driver for Dublin.

Clean that crap off that truck.
You're showing us up.

CERYS: Are you trying
to give me a heart attack?

Bloody chemists.
I had to try several.

Faith, if you're
having a crisis...

No, I'm not having --
I'm here. I'm here.

I'm fine.
And I have an idea.

My lord, before we proceed
with the next witness,

the defense would like
to recall Mr. Madog Jones

on a point of clarification.

Unless you have a specific
objection, Mr. Swancott?

No, my lord.

JUDGE: Very well.
Please recall Mr. Madog Jones.

FAITH: Mr. Jones,
are you a good shot?

Not bad.

You've been firing a gun
most of your life, I expect.

Yes.

FAITH: Madlen Vaughan.
Is she a good shot?

JONES: I wouldn't know.
I've never seen her with a gun.

You've never seen her
with a gun.

You've never seen
Madlen Vaughan with a gun.

That's quite a significant
admission, Mr. Jones,

especially this late
in the day.

It makes me wonder why --
why you didn't mention it

in your statement
to the police.

Mr. Jones?

They didn't ask me.

We need the whole truth.

Did you have
something to hide?

Yes.

Before I went to market,
I heard her yelling at him.

She was saying, "Who is she?"
over and over.

JUDGE:
Mrs. Vaughan

was repeatedly yelling,
"Who is she?"

My lord.

Mr. Jones's evidence
is evidence only

of the words spoken
by Mrs. Vaughan,

not of what she may have meant
when she yelled, "Who is she?"

FAITH: No further questions,
my lord.

It was in March.

Will Vaughan came to me
for advice on how his assets

might be divided
in the event of divorce.

Was he intending
to leave his wife?

He didn't
specifically say that.

Then, what advice did he want,
specifically?

Well, he was aware
that if things worked out

with the field, he'd stand
to make a lot of money,

and he wanted to know
how to protect it.

So he was seeking ways
to conceal his assets.

He wouldn't be the first.

Nice guy.

Mr. Howells, was there
any suggestion from Mr. Vaughan

as to the reason for
his marital unhappiness?

Another woman, perhaps?

My lord,
leading the witness.

Mr. Howells,
please answer the question,

but please ignore
counsel's suggested answer.

He did confide in me that
there was a very, um --

there was a very dark side
to her character

that she kept hidden --
unpredictable rages --

Oh, now it's hearsay
and innuendo?

Does Mr. Swancott think
that the laws of evidence

don't apply in this court?

Mrs. Howells, I will
again make clear to the jury

that the evidence i-is only of
what Mr. Vaughan may have said,

not that the words
are necessarily true.

I see.
They really don't.

Mrs. Howells, do you have
any questions of this witness?

Yes! I most certainly do.
[ Clears throat ]

[ Clears throat ]

Mr. Howells,
as Will Vaughan's solicitor,

I'm sure you feel
very loyal towards him.

Of course.

A dishonest man,

attempting to hide his money
from his wife and child.

I was merely advising him
on the law.

Do you now regret advising him
the way you did?

It's not a question
of regret.

I was doing my job.

Yes.
Hiding the truth.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Howells.

You've been most helpful.

[ Sighs ]

If you won't trust me, Madlen,
I can't help you.

You said, "Who is she?"

What did you mean?

Life imprisonment.

Call it 15 years.

How old will Dyfan be?
24, 25?

Right.

We shall see you
in the morning, then.

-Cerys?
-Yeah.

There were pictures
in the post.

Photographs.

She was young.

Blond.

They were in the car,
all over each other.

All right, any idea
who sent them or took them?

Madlen?

I told him to choose.

Her or me.

And then I left.

I didn't shoot him.

What did
you do with them?

I put them on the fire.

Was there any more?

Nobody -- Nobody is to find out
about these photographs,

do you understand me?

Which means, Madlen, you can't
go into the witness box.

They'll think
I've got something to hide.

You have.

I'll see you in the morning.
Cerys?

[ Knocking ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Footsteps departing ]

-Bollocks!
-[ Door closes ]

I knew it. I bloody knew
that she was hiding something.

Okay, we need to talk.
I'm buying us a drink.

No.
No, thank you.

Pshh!
Bollocks.

Evan.

Have a seat.

Your wife's doing well.

Quite a performer.

There's even an outside chance
she might win,

which would be a shame,

because Madlen Vaughan
is definitely guilty.

[ Chuckles ]

Did you ever try and [Chuckles]
win an argument at home,

or did you sit it back and
wait for it all to blow over?

I bet it's worth it,
though.

I'm sorry, did you come here
to talk about my marriage?

She skipped lunch today.

Went to run a little errand.

20,000 in used notes.

The shop owner issues a
back-dated receipt for a Rolex,

which he then buys back,
minus a cut.

At least I think
that's how it works.

He wasn't exactly
desperate to help.

Yeah, I think I might wait
until the verdict

and then see what
she's got to say for herself.

Unless you've got
something for me.

Never mind.

At least if she's in jail,

then Steve Baldini won't be able
to get his hands on her.

Your concerns about motive may
have been allayed, Constable.

It seems Will Vaughan
may have been playing away.

Speaking of motive,
what can you tell me about

Mrs. Howells' relationship
with one Gael Reardon?

WILLIAMS: I wasn't
aware she had one.

BREEZE: There's a whole
intelligence file in Swansea.

We're just a local station.

Stand by.
I may have a job for you later.

Hello, Lisa.

Marion.

I thought you had a job
in a dress shop?

Yeah, part-time at the moment.
Off-season, you know?

You haven't had much luck
since your divorce, have you?

And how are you coping?
On your own.

Must be hard
with Evan away.

Faith hasn't got time
for anything.

Well, there's the murder trial.
You must be proud of her.

Lovely, thanks.
I don't need a bag.

Yeah.
She's doing really well.

Single mother, isn't it?

-Is she?
-Yes.

Unfortunately,
I've got to do

the shagging
for both of us.

I do my best.

Take care now,
all right?

ARTHUR: Oh!
Ohh.

And again. Oh!
No, no. Oh!

And again.
Up.

-[ Cellphone rings ]
-Oh.

All right, you win.
Hang on.

Yeah?

Hiya, yeah?
Faith?

Yeah, we're still at the beach.
Lovely.

There we are.
I'll speak to you later, okay?

Bye.
Bye.

-Angie, your dad's here, look.
-Arthur.

-Thanks.
-See you.

ARTHUR: She's good as gold.
No trouble at all.

Ah, you're good with them.

I'd like to invite Alys
to our house,

but, well, you know,
it's, um...

-Yeah.
-It's complicated.

Oh, yeah.

-You all right?
-ANGIE: Yeah.

Got everything?

ARTHUR: See you later, Angie.
Bye-bye.

Thanks.
Bye.

ARTHUR:
[ Grunting playfully ]

Alys.
You okay?

What's up?

Do you think Mam's
gonna take Dad back?

Oh. Um...

Well, I don't know.

It's like this, isn't it --

Well, there good bits and bad
bits in everyone, isn't there?

Well, your mam, she sees
the good in everyone,

doesn't she, yeah?

You don't, do you?

Well...

I don't know.

Hey, I like Angie.
She's a lovely girl, nice.

Come on, let's get
back to the gang.

Come on, it's freezing.
Come on.

In a minute.

STEVE:
Is Alys all right?

She doesn't want
her dad to come home.

It's tough
when someone's been away.

She'll be okay.

Why don't you ever
talk to her mam?

Uh...
[ Sighs ]

It's complicated.

Do you love her?

[ Laughs ]

Kids.

You hungry?

Burger?

Come on.
I'm starving.

EVAN: It's a court case.
Anything can happen.

FAITH: That's it?
That's your advice?

Oh, come on, Faith.

Fine.

I understand the risk,

but if I was you,
I'd put her in the box.

-Juries don't like silence.
-Oh, that's a great idea.

Then she'd have to admit
that she'd received photographs

of her husband
with another woman

minutes before he was shot.

Why would she do that?

The whole truth, Evan.

A little thing called ethics.

It's a street fight, Faith.

If you want to defend a murder
and win, there's no easy way.

You've got to kick and bite,
gouge,

scratch your way
to a not guilty.

Nice lawyers, good people,

they get their clients
sent to jail.

It's just the way it is.

You better go.

FAITH:
[ Exhales sharply ]

Have you been seeing
Steve Baldini?

No.

No.

Evan, you're hurting me.
Let me go.

Let me go.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Faith.

-[ Cork pops ]
-CERYS: Oh!

[ Laughing ] Whoops-a-daisy.

It's all right.

[ Laughs ]
Ahh.

All right, 25-lovely-thousand

will hit your account
first thing tomorrow morning.

Marvelous.
Thank you.

Well, cheers.

-Cheers.
-Here's to the next time.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Cellphone vibrates ]

Mm.

Ah.
Sorry.

Hi.

Madlen's not giving evidence.
We can't take the risk.

[ Sighs ]
He'll shred her to pieces.

Yeah, I've been thinking
about this.

I've made my decision,
Cerys.

I'm sticking to it.

Ohh!

Come on.

CERYS:
Ah, sorry.

Your other half?

Oh, God, no.
Work.

I'm, uh, single,
more or less.

Snap.

[ Chuckling ]

FAITH:
Sorry I'm late.

Had to go to Hong Kong.

-Hong hong.
-Hong hong?

-RHODRI: [ Crying ]
-Hong Kong Hut.

-All right? Hi, babe!
-Good, yeah.

Arthur's upstairs.
He's putting Rhodri to bed.

FAITH: Oh, right.

ARTHUR: Oh, he's been
a little beggar tonight.

I think
he might be teething.

Ah, I'll be up now.

Try him with his new book?

Babe, do you want
any carrot juice?

FAITH:
Oh, you are hilarious.

Yeah, as if.

Where have you been, then?
I haven't seen you in days.

Your sugar daddy,
is he busy tonight, is he?

It was just a drink.

Yes, I've heard
that one before, darling.

Do you know
what he did today?

-Faith...
-He stuck the knife right in.

-LISA: Marion!
-Marion, hello.

The worker returns.

How was my Evan?

I'd visit more often
if I could.

Uh, I don't know how many times
I've offered, Marion.

Your Evan is just fine.

-Takeaway, is it?
-Yeah. Yes, it is.

You are more than welcome
to join us.

MARION: Thank you.

I'm sure we can spare
some pork balls.

LISA:
[ Laughs ]

Would you like me
to fetch some plates?

On it, Marion.

No, we've learnt
how to use knives and forks

in this house now, Marion.

Who'd have thought it,
huh?

Who?!

Did you just come out of
my bedroom, Marion?

The window was open.
I-I just closed it.

RHODRI:
[ Crying ]

Oh, hang on.

I'll deal with this.
Help yourselves.

-Go on, Marion.
-LISA: Marion, some wine?

Such a shame
she doesn't have time to cook.

[ Crunching ]

Mmm.

Very nice.

Thank you, Faith.

There's no hairs
in mine tonight.

They must have had
an inspection.

Your mother's always had
a sense of humor.

It's the first thing your
father ever said about her.

"I've met this funny girl."

[ Chuckles ]

MEGAN:
Why did Granny say

that Daddy could stay
at her house

when he gets out of prison?

Did she say that?

Oh, she's a funny one,
isn't she?

Where would he stay?
Alys got the spare room.

Well, we'll think --
we'll think of something.

And don't listen
to Granny, okay?

Megs.
Megs.

We'll put him in the shed
with the spiders.

[ Gasps ]

[ Laughs ]

Would you like that?

Would you like to
join him in there?

Would you?

Right, but listen, you got to
promise me something now.

Okay? You got to promise me that
you're gonna stop worrying.

Is that a promise?

Okay.

No, not an okay.
Is it a promise?

[ Laughing ] Promise!

Good night, my presh.

Night-night, night-night,
watch the bed bugs don't bite.

Hey, you were supposed to
be sleeping, big boy.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good boy.

Snuggle in.

Night-night.

Shh, shh, shh.

[ Knocks ]

Night-night, Alys.

[ Down-tempo music plays ]

All yours.

Am I permitted to know the
purpose of this operation, sir?

Not at this stage,
Constable.

Strictly a CID matter.

Okay, go.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knocking ]

You've got an hour, mate.
Car's waiting.

* How long *

* How long *

* Before the rain
stops pouring *

* The sun comes out again? *

* How long *

* How long *

* Before the storm
stops raging *

* And silences the pain? *

-[ Car approaching ]
-* I've lived *

-* And I've loved *
-[ Car door opens ]

* Will I feel again? *

* I know not *

* How long *

* How long *

* Before my love
just stops? *

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *

* Must I keep on running *

* Before it gets too far? *

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *

* Must I keep rebuilding *

* Something torn apart? *

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *

-* How long *
-* Tell me how long *