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Shit.

The holster.

Shit.

Hello?
Anybody home?

Faith?

Faith?

Faith? Oh.
Are you all right?

They've been
in the bedrooms too.

Why don't you step outside
for a minute, Mrs. Howells?

Yeah.

Here.
Come on, love.

All right.

- I'll just...
- Yeah.

Forensics will be along
in a minute now.

This can't be a coincidence,

not after the break-in
at the office.

I don't know, Terry.
I'm sorry.

You're not wearing your rings?

Your rings.

Um...

I must... I must have
taken them off

when I was doing the washing up.

- I'll... I'll go check.
- No, no, no.

Sorry. Not while
there are people in there.

They can have a look
for you, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Listen, I need you to be honest
with me now, right?

Steve Baldini was in your car

when you drove away
from the quarry area.

Why?

He's a client.
Evan was good to him.

He wants to help.

He's a bad man.

Was.

I take it you've told Williams.

Faith, you're family.

He knew
that you were out tonight.

I mean, it could have been
one of his friends

did this for him, no?

If the last couple of days
have taught me one thing, Terry,

it's who I can depend on.

And guess what.

It's Lisa, a homeless drunk,
and an ex-con.

Respectable people, they cross
the street to avoid me.

Where are you going now?

Somewhere where I'm not
gonna get judged.

Shit. The bullet.

The bullet.

Go fetch Mrs. Howells, please.

She, uh... She went for a drive.

Has anybody seen
her rings at all?

What's that?

Some of Mr. Howells'
personal effects.

It's a strange one.

TV, stereo, valuables...

all the obvious things
are still here.

It does seem
more like a rushed search

than a burglary, ma'am,
don't you think?

I'm not assuming anything.

Go out the front
and check the bins.

Yes, ma'am.

I found a holster.

It was hanging outside
in the garden.

Baldini.

There's got to be
something else.

All right.
Come on.

Who is it?

Uh, Cerys, it's Faith.
I need to talk to you.

Faith, it's 2:00 a.m.
on a Saturday night.

Well, you know how it is.

You find yourself
at a loose end, and, uh...

I just need a minute.

Okay.

Oh, Jesus, hello.

Come in.

I'm afraid
we drank all the booze

unless you fancy a limoncello.

- No, thanks.
- Faith, Natalya.

She's from Latvia.

Hello.

What do you know about
Evan's dealings with the Glynns?

What do you mean, "dealings"?

Well, they claim
he owes them money.

Oh, search me.

I need you
to be honest with me, Cerys.

Disappearance,
break-in at the office.

And then tonight...

tonight somebody goes
to my home and burgles it.

So I need you to help me, right?

I need you to help me
because they've been...

They've gone through
my underwear drawer,

and they've... they've trampled
on Rhodri's engine.

- It's fine.
- His fire engine, so help me.

- Okay. Okay!
- You need to help me!

Okay.

I went to see Alpay today.

She claims she knows someone
who knows something about Evan.

- Who?
- She wants cash.

Were you gonna tell me this?

I just wanted to make sure there
was nothing weird going on.

Are you taking the piss?

Two burglaries,
a disappearance,

and weird cars creeping about
outside my house.

Oh, yeah, that's everyday
run-of-the-mill stuff, that is.

Jesus Christ.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

I don't bloody know.

Listen, I know this is
crap timing, Faith,

but I need to know
where I stand.

I'm serious.

If the firm's finished,
I've got to make plans.

I can't last another month.
I'm skint.

If I go to the police,
they'll be all over that case.

They'll pick through
every detail,

all your notes, everything.

Are you... Are you prepared
to live with that?

I got rid of them.

Oh, well, then,
that's all right, then.

That's absolutely fine.
That's great.

Except why did you do that?

The other day.

I thought the police
would turn up any minute.

I didn't want to get dragged
into anything, all right?

So you assumed Evan disappearing
was linked to the trial of...

The Reardons
are a dangerous bunch, Faith.

Yeah, I know they are.
Yeah.

And you and Evan got her off
with a corrupt witness.

No. No.
There was no proof of that.

- We were just doing our jobs.
- Oh, bullshit.

Bullshit.

Cerys...

Okay.

Okay, okay, okay.

Okay, I'm just
gonna have to find out

what the hell is going on, yeah?

I'm gonna find out.
I've just got to find out.

You're gonna have to
give me some time.

Bye, Natalya.

No. No, it's great.

Yeah, I-I can't wait.

Thanks. Will do.

Okay, speak soon.
Bye, Saran. Bye.

- Yeah?
- There's a man asking for you.

He's very insistent.

I sent him
into the conference room.

Okay.

Mr. Glynn.
How can I help you?

I'm still waiting for
those contracts you promised.

Um, I should have drafts
in a couple of days.

Busy, are you?

These technical issues,
they take a little more thought.

It's not straightforward.

I'm not cutting you
into my business

to be taken for granted, Evan.

You work for me.
I expect to see sweat.

Tea or coffee for either of you?

Oh, we're fine, thanks, Delyth.
Thank you.

Okay.

The Reardons want compensation
for Paddy.

This came from Dublin.

Shane Patrick, the boss.

Half a million.

What do you think?

My advice to you would be
take this to the police.

When I die, I'd prefer
to have a headstone.

You?

Dewi, this really isn't
my area of expertise.

My professional advice stands.

- This is blackmail...
- I told them you'd be in touch.

I want a deal, Evan,
one we can all live with.

I saw your wife in town.

She'll be expecting
any day soon.

Next week.

Well, you better
get a move on.

You'll be wanting
some family time.

What are you looking at?

Um...

I'm, uh, working.

At 4:00 in the morning?

Why don't you go back to bed,
and I'll be up in a minute.

You used to talk to me.

You used to listen.

You can sleep on the sofa.

He had an empty file
in the office.

Pedersen Plant.
Ring any bells?

There was an old boy
called Ifor Pedersen

who dealt in plant.

He died about eight years ago.

This was a new file.

And who would he have been
meeting in a lap-dancing club?

I want to believe
that he's a good man.

Has to be Glynns.
Has to be.

He had a gun, Steve.
He had a...

A gun!

He was being hounded for money

by somebody who had already
got away with murder.

Why? Why?

Why?

Why couldn't he have...

Why couldn't he have told me?

There's nothing harder
than letting down

people you love, is there?

I wish I could
just stay here.

I've got to go to work
in a minute.

None of this
is your fault, Faith.

I've got to get some sleep.

- Hello?
- Hello. Is this Dr. Alpay?

Yes.
How may I help?

I've got the most horrendous
toothache, and I was just...

I was just wondering
if there was any chance

of getting to see you today.

Weekend emergency
is £100 plus normal fees.

100...
Okay, I guess.

1:30.
Name, please?

Edwards, He...
Helen Edwards.

Thank you.

Oh, shit and bollocks.

Oh, shit and bollocks,
shit and bollocks.

Shit, shit, shit!

Come in.

Forensics confirmed
there are no new usable prints.

Whoever it was
knew what they were doing.

What do you think a woman like
Faith Howells sees in Baldini?

Danger?

She'll never cash in the
life insurance without a body.

I want you to follow her.

Best not mention it to Terry.

- Mrs. Howells?
- Yes.

Huw Parry, detective
chief inspector, Swansea CID.

I'm a friend of Tom's,
and I'd like to help.

Okay.

Okay, come in.

I'm here as a friend,
Mrs. Howells.

Friend of the family.

Tom is worrying that Evan

might have done something
he shouldn't have.

Financially.

He told me
in strictest confidence.

We met at the yacht club.

Oh, God. You're not
all Freemasons, are you?

I wouldn't want to see him
in any trouble,

if you catch my drift.

No, not really.

One of the virtues of living in
a small community like this is

we help each other.

But, you know,
if... if you prefer it...

No. Sorry. I'm sorry.
Just...

Carry on.

There was a phone call
the morning he left.

One of your daughters told Tom.

What do you know about that,
Mrs. Howells?

No more than you.

I can't help you
if you don't help me.

I have to be careful
not to tread on Susan's toes.

Susan? Who's Susan?

- D.I. Williams.
- Susan?

Now, I'll get my officers
to do what they can.

Evan was a special man,
Mrs. Howells,

and I want you to know

that I'm gonna work
as hard as I can to...

Sorry, I've got to take this.

Hey, Delyth.
Everything okay?

Oh, come on, Delyth.
It's Sunday.

I just want to spend
some time with the kids.

Why...

Thank you.

Why can't Cerys do that?
Hey, hello?

Hello, I know how much shit
we are in, okay, Delyth?

Yeah, well, just...

Just send me the address, then,
all right?

Bye-bye.

I've got a few things
to sort out

before I pick up the kids, okay?

Of course.

They're fine.
Don't hurry.

Faith, what we talked about,

you won't say anything to Tom,
will you?

Well, maybe you should
grow a pair, Marion,

and tell him yourself.

You'd feel better for it.
Trust me.

See you later.

Bloody cheek.

Mr. Davies?

Hello. Faith Howells.

Your daughter phoned my office.

She said the landlord
wanted you out of the premises

by the end of the month.

Well, uh, yes, ma'am.
So he says.

Ah, I'd like to take a look
at the paperwork, if I may.

I-I don't want to be a bother.

No, you're not.
You're not, you're not.

Let's see what
we can do for you, okay?

All right, then.

Okay.
I'll just get my basket.

All right.

This is a lovely garden,
Mr. Davies. Lovely.

It keeps me off the streets.

This is a life tenancy,
Mr. Davies.

- Huh?
- This is a life tenancy.

You're sitting pretty.
You're not going anywhere.

And these letters
that what's his name

has been sending you?

- Watkins.
- Watkins.

Well, he's just trying his luck
to see if he can get rid of you

for a couple of quid.

Here we go. Look.

- This was the deal.
- Right.

They paid you pittance
for 40 years,

but they guaranteed
a roof over your head

until the day you died.

See?
That's how tied cottages worked.

But if he wants to
get rid of me so badly

well, there's no peace
to be had here anymore.

Well, he's a bully,
and he's stupid with it.

You leave him to me, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll talk to his solicitor
first thing.

Ah, but, um,
what about the letters?

Harassment's a crime,
Mr. Davies.

Mm, he can back off,
or he can see me in court.

Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Well, um, look...

Let me get you something
from the garden

to take home with you.

- Yes.
- No. Strawberries, maybe?

Strawberries.

Scumbag.

Come through, Mrs. Edwards.

Sit down, please.

- First time here?
- Yes.

So, Mrs. Edwards,
tell me where it hurts.

Just... Just back here.

- When was your last checkup?
- Uh...

- A long time?
- Mm-hmm.

Ah, yes.
I see a cavity.

- Ow!
- Oh, sorry.

I'll numb that for you now.

- No, I'm not...
- It's fine. It's okay.

I won't have anything
done today.

It's okay.
Just relax.

I can wait...

- Shh.
- Uhh.

Okay?

I know why you're here,
Mrs. Howells.

You want to know where Evan is.

I can help you.

But the price is 20,000, cash.

- You know where he is?
- Maybe.

Your husband was involved
with some...

...bad people.

- Yeah. I know that.
- Yeah.

What did he call himself?

Oh, you mean Alec?

Alec Fenton?

I heard him answer his phone.

You can trust me, Faith.

I want to help.

Just tell me, is he alive,
or is he dead?

Nice and wide, please.

Yeah, I got them.
Ta.

Ma'am, I think you should
take a look at these,

Evan's criminal cases
over the last year.

I mean, these aren't pleasant
people he's been dealing with.

What do you see there,
Constable? Hmm?

Evidence.

Not enough to prove
a crime has been committed,

but all pointing in one
direction, and it keeps coming.

It's Sunday.
Go home to your wife.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, that was good timing.
Just in time for tea.

Hey.
Look who's here.

- Hi, Mam!
- Hello.

Picked fresh the morning.

Hello, hello!

Hello!
Hello, hello, hello, hello.

Hey, you're a big boy!

Have you got a cuddle for me?
Have you got a cuddle for me?

You haven't, have you?
Oh, my, my, then.

Look at you.
Superhero!

Mam?!

Come on, girls.

You remembered
to lock all the doors, Mam?

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, of course.

I've told you
to stop worrying, Megs, okay?

We're perfectly safe.

Grandpa doesn't think so.

Well, old people,
they like to worry, don't they?

Don't take any notice.

Okay. How is that?

To bed, please.

That's it.

- Mammy?
- Yeah?

Why was Granny asking
so many questions today?

What kind of questions,
darling?

She asked if you and Dad have
been shouting at each other.

Well, we haven't, have we?

Are you and Daddy
getting a divorce?

No!
No, no, no, no, no, no!

Me and your dad,
we love each other

right 'round the world
and back again, okay?

And we love all of you
very, very, very much.

So if I was you,
I'd get into bed now,

stop worrying,
and just go to sleep, right?

Okay?

Good night.
Stop worrying.

Good night, you.

Stop worrying.

And Mommy's beautiful boy.

Love you.

I'll leave the door open.

Oh, shit.

Hello, Evan.

I'm his wife.

Who are you?
How do you know my husband?

Hello?

Dr. Alpay?

Faith Howells.
Screw you.

Yes!
That's right. Bye-bye.

All right.
Girls, school, come on.

Come on, come on, come on.
Come on! Stop eating, you.

Mrs. Howells.
Good morning.

Good morning.
I'm sorry.

Several clients have been late
settling their accounts,

and in my absence
things have not been running

as efficiently as they should.

I see.

But... But I'm back now

with a plan
to get us back on our feet.

Remortgaging our family home

should clear
the firm's overdraft,

and all we'll need
in the meantime

is a small extension just to
cover this month's outgoings.

And as the bank
also holds our mortgage,

it should be
a straightforward...

straightforward transaction.

The mortgage is in joint names,

so we'll have to have
your husband's signature.

Well, there didn't
seem to be a problem

extending the firm's overdraft
with just his signature.

I can't see why you wouldn't
reduce it with just mine.

You both signed for
the overdraft, Mrs. Howells.

I have it here.
Um...

Yeah, um, that is
your signature, isn't it?

So, yes.
There... yes, it is.

There has got to be a way
of doing this without him.

I'm afraid it's been
taken out of my hands.

Please.

You'll receive
a letter tomorrow,

and you'll have to pay up
in seven days.

Cerys, I need a word.

Delyth, fix me an appointment
with Lloyd & Lloyd

to discuss John Davies.

Tell them that it's urgent.
Okay?

Right.

- How's Natalya?
- Fine.

Is this gonna take long?
I'm meant to be in court.

Well, you... you asked me
on Saturday night

what I was going to do,

and the bank has given me
a week to save the firm,

and I will do everything,

everything I can possibly do
to do that,

but I can't do it on my own.

So, uh, Cerys, you need to
tell me what you want to do...

...if you see your future here,

or do we just
cut our losses and...

and focus on finding Evan.

Okay. That makes things
easier then, I guess.

I'm in.
On one condition.

You're as honest with me
as I'll be with you.

I like to gamble.

I've had
boyfriends and girlfriends,

but the only time I ever tried
it on with Evan, I was drunk.

By the way, he behaved
like the perfect gentleman.

I don't do drugs often.
I don't steal.

But if justice requires me to
bend the rules to win, I will.

Now I've got to go.

You can save your confession
till later.

Ah, Faith. I was so sorry
to hear about Evan.

- Is there any news?
- Not yet.

Ah. I was against him in court
just a fortnight ago.

Always one for the underdog.

- Mm.
- Like you.

- Your client, Alun Watkins...
- Yes, good man.

Family has been with us
for three generations.

John Davies is staying put.
His decision is final.

- £12,000 isn't to be sneezed at.
- It means nothing to him.

There is the matter
of the adjoining land.

It doesn't form
part of the demise.

45 years of uninterrupted use?

Don't rate your chances
in court.

- Court?
- Yes.

- Honestly?
- Mm-hmm.

Now, how would he be able
to afford to take us to court?

He has understanding lawyers.

- Sentimental ones.
- Ones that care about justice.

Ones that won't see an innocent
man hounded out of his home.

50,000. Final offer.

Your client doesn't want the
cottage. He wants his own way.

He can't have it.

And no more letters,

or else I'll summons him
for harassment.

You've lost none of
your passion, Mrs. Howells.

Mm.

Okay.
All offers are withdrawn.

Thank you.
I'm grateful.

Yes, get me Alun Watkins.

Come on.

- Let me.
- Oh.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Okay. Oh!

Just need two thumbs
for a minute.

- Hello!
- Thank you.

He's a bit heavy.

Aww.

You have a lovely boy,
Mrs. Howells.

Yeah, I had dealings
with your husband.

You're a client
of my husband's?

Not exactly.

I'm sorry. I'm Faith.
I didn't catch your name.

I'm Gael.
Gael Reardon.

Yeah, Paddy's widow.

And I appreciated
Evan was just doing his job.

He's a good man.

Ticky-ticky-tick.

What can I do for you?

Uh, Evan and I had a deal.

I'm just here to complete
my side of the bargain.

What kind of deal?

He ordered something from me.

Go ahead.
Check it.

It's three kilograms
of best Colombian.

Is something wrong?
Give me my son back, please.

- Ohh.
- Give me my child back, please.

He's the spit
of his dad, isn't he?

I don't know what you think
you're doing.

I just want you to go away now.

My invoice.

120,000.
Bank transfer is fine.

You seriously think

I'm not gonna go to the police
with this?

Well, you could, Mrs. Howells,
but consider the consequences.

I married into a big
and powerful family

that has a very long reach.

If you take me on,

you're gonna have to become
a protected witness.

You and your children
will have to move to a new town,

new identities,

cut off
from the people you love,

always looking
over your shoulder.

Don't threaten me.

I'll make you a gesture
of goodwill

and mind this
while you arrange payment.

Nice to meet you at last.

Oh, and I do hope
Evan hasn't come to any harm.

Have you heard from him?

It's good of you to see me,
Mrs. Reardon.

Have a seat.

I'm sure you're aware
of the letter

your late husband's brother
sent to my clients, the Glynns.

I thought it was very fair.
Didn't you?

Seeing as that girl
shot him down in cold blood.

With respect,
that's not what a jury decided.

I was watching you
very carefully, Mr. Howells.

You didn't believe that alibi
witness any more than I did.

The fact is

my client would like to reach
acceptable terms,

which means
allowing their business

to prosper alongside yours.

What business
would that be, exactly?

200,000 is
a more reasonable offer.

- 400.
- 250 is their limit.

- And what if I refuse?
- I would advise you not to.

I like you.

I think you are a clever
and resourceful man,

wasted on those people.

400.

Um...

I'll talk to them.

And maybe when this is settled,
you and I should talk.

Good.

I'll look forward to that
very much.

Goodbye, Evan.

Goodbye.

Ow! Stop it!

Mam!

Special delivery.

Jeez, babes.
I come in peace.

Do you know what?

It's looking pretty good
for a crime scene.

Come on,
you haven't touched your fizz.

In a minute.

So who do the police
think it was?

Uh, they don't know.

- What'd they take?
- Who?

The burglars.
Who do you think?

Not a lot.

So it wasn't like
a normal burglary, then?

Were they looking for something?

Were they trying
to scare you, or...

Faith.

I'm trying
to get you to share.

Come here.

Come here, Faith.

Come here.

Right.

You gonna tell me
what's going on?

Oh, God.
What now?

I've got the kids to put to bed
and everything.

Hey, do you know what?
You sort the kids out.

I'll... I'll get that.

Right. Okay.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I help you?

I'm a friend of Faith's.
Well, client mostly. Steve.

- Mam, stop it!
- Is she about?

Oh, she's busy.
Never mind.

Hang on.

- Local?
- No, I just got stuck here.

- Kids?
- One. Little girl.

Faith got me access.
She's a lifesaver.

So that's how you know her,
is it?

Well, I-I knew Evan first, mind.

He got me off
for conspiracy to rob.

Hello, Faith's phone.

No, sorry.
She's busy at the moment.

Y-Yeah.
I'll pass that on.

No problem.

Look, Steve.

I'm sure you're a lovely guy,
but Faith really doesn't need

another bloke
prowling around right now.

I'm just helping her
to look into things.

Your pants.

Oh, come on,
new shirt, new jeans,

and you can't tell me
that your Calvins

aren't fresh out of the box.

You're a good friend.

Tell her I'm around
if she needs me.

Where's Steve?

Took the hint and left.

He definitely wants
to shag you, though, babe.

For God's sake, Lisa,
he's a really nice guy.

Nice guys have willies too,
you know?

Right.

Are you gonna tell me
what's going on?

It's loads worse
than I thought.

Loads.

Hey.

Evan, he's been, uh...

Shit.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

- I'll check that for you.
- Shit.

It's Steve.

"Alpay works for the Glynns.
She might be telling the truth.

- S."

Who's Alpay?

A dentist.

With fish.

Right.

Some woman called too.

Something about, uh,
a tractor, by the way.

What?

Yeah, something about a garden
being ripped up. Her dad.

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

Uh, you...

You... You're gonna have to
look after the children for me.

I have to go.

I have to go, Lisa.
I have to go.

Lisa, thank you.

Bethan?

Bethan?

Keep it together.
Keep it together.

Your girlfriend
still owes us 80K, Steve.

She hasn't got it.

If she wants her kids
to have a mother,

she'd better try harder.

John?

John, it's Faith.

John?

John, it's Faith.

It's Faith.

It's Faith.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

♪ Lay me in the water ♪

♪ Wash my sins away ♪

♪ Forgive, forget ♪

♪ Somewhere near redemption,
but I'm not there yet ♪

♪ Lay your hands on me ♪

♪ You will be the boat ♪

♪ I will be the sea ♪

♪ All roads will lead ♪

♪ Back to the beginning
where you still believed ♪

♪ Oh, the river runs forever ♪

♪ Never reaching home ♪

♪ And I will wallow
in the undertow ♪

♪ Never let go, never let go ♪

♪ Still have faith in me ♪

♪ Never let go, never let go ♪

♪ You are not alone ♪

♪ Never let go of me ♪

♪ I will never let... ♪