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My beautiful daughter's lost her father.

This animal has stolen him from her.

Listen, I've got nothing else to say to you.

I told the other detectives everything I know about Stevie.

What more do you want?

You got my money? I said I'd pay it back, Ray.

A deal's a deal. I thought you understood that.

Rhys isn't stupid, Gina.

If he was in possession of a gun, he would never have used it

so close to home.

Rhys Morris... Bastards.

..I'm arresting you for assaulting a police officer.

MAN CRIES OUT IN PAIN

Stop her!

HE WAILS

LORRY HORN BLARES

WATER FILTER BUBBLES

HE SIGHS

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

BANGING

DRAWERS OPEN AND CLOSE

We woke him, I said we would.

All right, byt?

You feeling a bit brighter today?

We didn't think you'd want to do this job yourself,

so Ray took the morning off work.

Liz would have been happy to know her stuff was going to a good cause.

We'll take this lot to the charity shop today

and then we'll come back and get the rest tomorrow.

It's all going to the animal shelter.

But we've only just had her funeral.

Mate...

..look...

..it's best to get these things done and dusted as soon as possible, trust me.

Shall we put the kettle on? Yeah.

I got milk, I knew you wouldn't have bothered.

You're not selling the house.

Nanny said I was to live here, she said the house was mine.

Well, that might have been what she said to your face...

That's what she wanted. But it's not what she said in her will.

This house belongs to your mother now.

You're lying.

Linda, tell him. Liz made a will when I married your dad.

Everything was left to the pair of us.

And since your dad's not here any more, your mum inherits the lot.

Don't worry, love, we're going to help you find somewhere new to live.

I don't want anywhere new to live. It'll be a new start.

I don't want a new start, I want to stay here.

Sam... Sam, please!

FRONT DOOR SHUTS Oh!

I said it was too soon, didn't I?

There was never going to be a good time. He'll come round.

Boom.

'Na ti.

No-one lives there any more.

Yeah, I heard they'd gone.

Friends of yours?

Nah.

Don't need that kind of trouble in my life.

Must be glad to see the back of them.

What makes you say that?

Noise, drugs, guns.

Don't want that kind of nonsense in a neighbourhood like this.

Yeah, life's been a lot easier since they're gone, got to be honest.

You home the night the gun went off? Yeah.

Couldn't get back to sleep for ages afterwards.

Not surprised, must have been frightening.

So, how do you know Rhys, then?

Don't really.

You're not with the police or nothing like that, are you?

No, love.

Just looking for somewhere to live.

CAR DOOR SLAMS SHUT

DOOR OPENS

OK.

Over so soon?

Apparently, yes.

DOOR CLOSES

ELECTRICAL WHIRRING

Sam.

Oi!

Oh, Mam...

All right.

'K.

Oi! Hey, Sam!

Give it back to your sister, Sam.

Sam, now!

Ow! Not nice to be picked on, is it. Argh, you're hurting me!

What's that? I cannae hear you. Let him go, please. Ow!

You've got a lot of growing up to do, boy.

Give it back.

HE SHOUTS: Give her it back!

CAR ALARM BLARES

You little bastard, Sam!

Sam, get back here! Sam!

Sam, get back here!

Sam! No, you're not my dad.

No, you're not my dad.

You seen what he done to that car?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Right, OK.

Gina...

INDISTINCT CHATTER

Be'?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

Staff meeting. Nawr.

All right, can I have your attention.

I'm only going to say this once, so listen up.

Someone's been thieving.

Mobiles, MP3 players, watches.

£4,000 worth of stock by all accounts.

Now, company policy's very clear on this kind of thing.

If anyone is caught stealing, you're out.

Now, if anyone wants to come clean, now's your chance.

The police might go easier on you if you do.

No?

All right...

..we'll start by searching your lockers, then.

MACHINE BLEEPS

MACHINE BLEEPS

I'm telling you, I didn't take all that stuff.

Honestly, mun, it wasn't me. Let me go!

Why would I take all of it, mun?

Have I ever nicked anything? Come on, boss, it wasn't me, all right.

SHE SIGHS

KEYPAD BUZZES

Delivery for Patricia Rose.

GATE BUZZES

Douglas!

I want to talk to Douglas.

Hello?

Bastard.

Mas! Mas, Sam, nawr!

CAI GROANS

Argh!

Twat!

HR GROANS

Sorry, sorry. Ouch!

Ah, shit!

Mrs Rose?

Stevie's a bastard, I'm bloody glad he's dead.

Best news I've had in weeks!

Mrs Rose?

Oh!

Bullshit!

PHONE KEYPAD BLEEPS

All right.

ON PHONE: Police. How can I help you?

I know you've been asked once by the duty sergeant,

but for the record are you sure you don't want a solicitor present?

What's the point?

You know I did it, so there's no use in pretending otherwise.

Why did you do it, Susan?

Because of that bastard, Stevie Rose.

His father and I had an understanding.

Douglas, you mean?

Douglas Rose.

We loved each other.

Why else do you think he kept supporting me?

£1,000 a month I was getting and then bloody Stevie found out.

What did he do?

He got power of attorney over Douglas' affairs

and then two months back he stops the direct debit.

I went round there, tried to explain but Stevie wouldn't have it.

Said I kept sponging off his family quite enough and I could go swivel.

And Douglas?

Douglas doesn't know. You can't be sure of that.

Douglas would never cut me off, I know too much, I know their secrets.

What secrets, Susan?

Eight years we were together

and that bastard Stevie wouldn't let me visit.

Even after the wife carked it. What secrets? Susan?

KNOCK ON DOOR

I can't say any more.

OK, interview terminated at 16:57.

Mrs Rose has asked to speak to us about the incident

at her home earlier today.

I don't want you taking this matter with Susan any further.

Last few weeks have been upsetting enough without this as well.

She was threatening to set fire to a car.

I've known Susan a long time.

She gets emotional, gets herself worked up

and I manage the situation.

We have to consider the public safety, Mrs Rose.

How's the case into Stevie's murder coming along?

I heard hundreds of people came forward after my appeal.

You been in touch with them all?

Check what's been said?

There's a significant quantity of information, it will take time.

How much time do you need?

Stevie died two weeks ago.

And here we are talking about a sad, pathetic woman

who still holds a candle for my father-in-law.

You should be looking for whoever killed Stevie,

not charging her.

Well?

OK.

MOBILE PHONE KEYPAD BLEEPS

OK, OK.

OK.

Ticktock, Sam.

Still ploughing through the information from the public?

I doubt you'll find anything interesting. Ma'am...

..had you ever come across Douglas Rose before? Stevie's father.

He was on our radar back in the day. Why?

Well, I know Carl interviewed him, I...

..I just wondered whether there was a connection.

There was nothing to pursue.

Do you think Stevie could have been involved in something

his father had started?

Douglas wasn't a dangerous man, Gina.

Yeah, he sold a few dodgy cars and laundered the money

through his business, but nothing that would have got a man killed.

Besides, he was involved in a bad car crash five years ago,

his wife died.

And as I understand it, he hardly leaves the house.

But keep asking the questions, though, Gina.

Goodnight. Night, ma'am.

BRAKES SQUEAL

Ray.

Wow, there's a surprise. Didn't Mam tell you I'm going to buy the house?

She did, aye.

I look forward to getting your offer. You don't think I'm serious?

I think you're serious about wanting to buy the place, aye,

but in the real world no bank's going to lend you that kind of money. You don't know that.

You've got a bad credit history, you're on a zero-hours contract...

And I'm going to get a loan.

And what'll you do when everybody knocks you back?

Are you going to see Russell and borrow it, eh?

Don't expect me to save your skin again if you do.

This isn't fair. Why won't you give me a chance for once in my life?

Sam...

..you buying this house is not a good idea.

Believe it or not, one of these days you'll thank me.

Gina, I need you to go immediately to this address in Cwm Afan,

the girlfriend's asking for you. Yes, ma'am.

Where's the body? Up in the bathroom, ma'am. Thank you.

SHE SOBS

Ydy.

SHE SNIFFS

Byth.

RINGTONE

ON PHONE: Hello?

Douglas Rose Motors. Can I help you?

Jason Eastwood, when exactly had he stopped working for Rose Motors?

Jason left over a year ago.

Why? He had to go.

You can't land a punch on the man who pays your wages

and expect to keep your job.

What, they fought?

Took two of the lads to pull Jason off Stevie.

You didn't tell us this before.

Look, Jason and Stevie were mates.

That's what was so weird about it all.

They'd sometimes go to the caff down the road together at lunchtime,

have a joke together out the back.

So what happened?

I thought they must have fallen out over something personal.

A girl maybe.

I tell you, my life would be a lot easier if there wasn't

quite so much testosterone flying around that place.

I said as much to that other lot.

Who?

The ones who came sniffing round the other day.

Police?

Two blokes pretending to be interested in a 4x4.

I soon saw through them, though.

Did they speak to anyone else?

The boys in the workshop. I don't know what was said, though.

What did they look like?

Dodgy.

They had tattoos.

OK, everybody, listen up, please.

It seems we're not the only ones who want to know why Stevie Rose was murdered.

Now, my guess is that the people who were asking questions about

Jason Eastwood are the same people who attacked Russell Lloyd Davies.

What are we thinking?

I spoke to a man hanging around Rhys Morris' house the other day.

He was acting suspicious, asking questions.

He matches the description Tracy Collins from Rose Motors gave us.

I checked the car registration - it doesn't exist.

Right, OK. Anything else?

Maybe Jason was a part of whatever Stevie was up to.

Decided to get rid of him and keep the profits of their scam. So, what?

When Stevie Rose's body turned up, he panicked, ended it?

Police doctor's initial report has arrived - it wasn't a suicide.

Jason was suffocated long before he went into the water.

We need to do better. Absolutely, ma'am.

Iawn?

All right?

So?

OK.

OK.

Aaaw.

Yeah.

SHE SIGHS

LOUD THUMPING MUSIC

Hiya. Hiya.

HE CLEARS THROAT

You're Aled, right?

Yeah.

DOOR CREAKS

LOCK SLAMS SHUT

What did you tell her?

You all right, mate?

Can you hear me?

Right, mate... Ah-ah-ah.

Get the keys. Hang about now, boys. Quiet.

What is this? Quiet!

Right, what...? Shut it!

Is it full? Yeah.

Come on, hurry up.

Back off!

When they ask you what happened,

just say you were shit scared, all right, and you ran off.

Probably not far from the truth, is it. Eh?

Now who's shit scared, eh?

BOTH STRAIN AND GRUNT

Scared, eh? Well?

No, no, no. I should smash your head in. No, don't shoot!

HE PANTS

No.

Right.

Drop it!

Come on.

Come on.