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[ Clock ticking ]

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[Tyres squeal]

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So I kind of ambushed him after the lecture and I said,

"I want to write for the 'Herald.'

How do I go about it?"

And he remembered me probably

because I was asking so many questions.

And he said to send him three examples

of my best writing work, so I did.

And then, on Thursday, he e-mailed me and he said,

if I come back to him with a big story

with the same energy,

he'll -- he'll give me a job.

I can really see how important this is for you, Caryl.

Tell me what's going on.

What if...

What if I do stupid things again?

It's normal to feel anxious.

No, but what if I can't keep it together?

Then you'll stop and you'll recover.

And then you'll carry on like you know you can.

Yeah. You're right.

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Our land, our water! Our land, our water!

Our land, our water!

[Horns honking, chanting continues]

Come on.

Come on.

Robert: Greenforge are here to help the community.

We understand and accept your concerns.

And if you look at the whole picture...

[Chanting, honking continue outside]

If you look at the whole picture,

you'll see a plan for substantial local investment,

particularly for training and jobs.

[ Crowd clamouring ]

Ladies and gents, ladies and gents,

if you'd just let me speak, you might learn something

[ Crowd scoffing ]

Of -- Of interest.

[ Chanting, honking continue ]

What's going on?

There's protesters all over the street.

Protesters: Our land, our water! Our land, our water!

Our land, our water! Our land, our water!

Our land, our water! Our land, our water!

Our land...

We've heard it all before.

[ Crowd murmurs agreement ]

Please, please, please.

Give the panel the opportunity to respond.

Everyone will get a chance to speak.

Talk as much as you like.

I'm not selling my home.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Our land, our water!

-Hey, you! Hey! -Our land, our water!

Haven't you got anything better to do?

Hey, blondie! Get out of the road!

I just want to go to work!

Our water! Our land, our water!

-[ Horn honks ] -Our land, our water!

-Oh! -Oi! What are you doing?

Get back here! Oi! Hey!

-You okay? -Yeah. Thank you.

Hari: Mabli!

-You all right? -Yeah.

You haven't hurt yourself? Yeah?

-Was that Rhys Owen? -Aw, shit.

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Orwell and Dickens' blend of journalistic precision

and literary art was both gentle and sharply observed.

And over and over again, they demonstrated a lack of fear

in speaking out against injustices,

even when that meant going head to head with the establishment.

And with their succinct, provocative,

transparent writing,

they compelled their readers not only

to learn about these injustices,

but to truly empathise with the oppressed,

to inhabit their viewpoint.

And, so, for the first time, to challenge the status quo.

Yeah. That's fine. Just e-mail it to me directly.

-Man: Okay. Thank you. -Hey, Caryl.

I heard someone managed to get a foot in the door

of the "Western Herald."

If I write something good enough.

Eve: Oh. Come on.

Just find something you care about,

something that needs to be heard,

and then you can write with passion.

Yeah, I need that.

Eve: I'm sure you'll blow them away.

Your group are going for a drink later, aren't they?

I've got a date tonight.

Oh. Get you.

I just thought I'd better make an effort.

-I'm not getting any younger. -Well, good luck with that.

Thanks, cariad.

[ Chatter stops ]

I'm sorry, but we can't serve you here.

-Can I ask why? -Eunice: You know very well why.

And I'm not going to have a conversation about it.

Oh, let him have a pint, too.

Hari: Look at this one of you. [ Laughs ]

There she is, my cousin, the action hero.

Mabli: Oh, God, that is so embarrassing.

You can try it on the road. The Red lion or somewhere else.

I know you think you know the truth, but you don't.

Because I don't know it myself.

Like I said, try the Red Lion.

Thrown to the wolves, they were, you know, both of them.

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Why did he say that? About not knowing the truth?

I don't know, bach.

Right, are you two going to order food,

or are you just going to have a drink?

Oh, two pints of Bullwell, please, Eunice.

Ah.

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Caryl? Hey.

-Hello. -There you are

-Oh. -[ Both chuckle ]

[ Caryl clears throat ]

Nice.

Uh, shall we...

Yes. Yeah. Let's, uh -- Let's check this thing out, shall we?

Mm-hmm.

So, uh, you went from running a butcher's shop

to studying journalism?

Yeah. Sold up.

I wanted a cha--

No, I needed a change

Ah. I bet you still know your way around a piece of meat,

though, don't you? [ Chuckles ]

What is it you do again?

Software, you know, on the sales side.

Woman: Next, please.

Two beers, please.

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"Capel Celyn, 1964, just before they flooded the village."

Why flood it?

They were creating a reservoir

-to send water to Liverpool. -Doesn't sound good.

Same thing happened in Nantwen.

Had a great aunt who had to move.

That's a shame.

Caryl: They want to expand it again.

There was a protest in my town this morning.

Well, sounds like history is repeating.

Imagine, everything that's familiar to you,

your home, your school, chapel destroyed.

Just like that.

I mean, I do wonder if, uh, arty stuff like this

ever changes anything, though.

I think it can.

If it makes you see things from somebody else's perspective,

it can make you ask questions, fire you up, don't you think?

Hey?

I recognise him.

Uh, "Llyr Owen, activist."

Llyr Owen. Yeah, of course.

This is about Nantwen.

He -- He died trying to blow it up in the '90s.

"A video installation by Mabli Owen Davis.

She'll be related to him. I wonder if I know her.

-Uh, another beer? -Yeah, please.

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Rhys: I like what you said before.

About seeing things from other people's perspectives.

Thanks.

What do you think he's thinking?

Rhys: He's probably trying to work something out.

Like what?

Luke: Bloke in front of me took the last two beers,

so I've got these instead.

-Uh, red, please. -Luke: There you are.

Yes. Thank you.

I mean, you'd think basics, wouldn't you?

Get enough beer in.

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Luke: [ Exhales deeply ] There's a nice bar around the corner.

It's been a long day.

Pretty knackered, to be honest.

-Yeah. Me, too. -Mm.

Ah...

-See you then. -Bye.

Call me.

Rhys: You're not going to call him, are you?

No.

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

Nice to meet you, though.

Do you --

Do you fancy a drink?

Oh, I'd love to,

but, uh, I've got to get back for my old man.

Ta'ra.

Fuck's sake.

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Man: Oh, starving.

Woman: Here you go. Two chips and curry sauce.

Man: Cheers, hun.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Woman #2: Boys, it's 3.20.

Llyr: Here you go.

Ah.

Come on, I've got people waiting.

Oh.

Ah, will that do?

[ Sighs ] Just have 'em.

[ Laughing ]

Come on.

[ Music playing on radio ]

Woman #1: Hello?

-Hello? -Oh, sorry.

What can I get you?

Um...

You still do those, like, round fish pies?

Haven't done those in years, love.

Ah.

I'll have a cod and chips then, please.

And a pickled egg for my dad.

[ Door closes ]

All right?

Robert: What the hell were you thinking of.

Mabli: Grandad, people don't want the reservoir extension.

Lots of people do, as you'd have seen

if you came to the consultation.

That is the place to have your say.

We both know it would have been a waste of time.

Robert: You're lucky not to get arrested.

Yeah, but we weren't.

Robert: Look, um...

...what if I gave you some money?

A sensible but decent amount.

You know, you could, uh -- you could go to Europe.

Italy, maybe.

Didn't you want to do another painting course?

[ Scoffs ] Are you trying to bribe me?

Mabli, there's nothing here for you, love.

Isn't that for me to decide?

Well, you could learn how to paint properly.

Get your work into some decent galleries.

I want to be here. I want my work to be here.

Here. All right. I still think --

Rhys Owen was in town today.

You saw him, didn't you?

Outside the town hall.

He's only back for his father.

You just keep away from him.

The man who killed my dad is back in town,

and I should just keep away from him.

He'll be gone soon.

[ Door opens ]

Don't worry your mother about this yet, all right?

-[ Door closes ] -Eve: What are you doing here?

Did you know that this one was protesting today

and nearly got run over by a car?

Yes.

Then you'll be having a word with her.

Right. Well, I'll be off. I've, um --

I've left a few logs out the back.

Thank you. I can get my own logs.

And you should have this window seen to

before it gets worse. It's not secure.

-Right. -Right.

Bye.

Robert: Bye.

What happened at the town hall?

-What? It was fine. -[ Eve sighs ]

Mabli: You never minded me protesting before.

Well, you can't protest if you're dead.

It's fine, I was safe.

What were you talking about when I came in?

Just that. The protest.

Night, Mum.

Night.

Rhys: I know you don't like it,

but you've got to give your body time to recover, see.

Bryn: I'm not going to recover.

The last thing I need is people talking bollocks to me

about getting better.

I'll leave the hippy crap to you.

Yeah.

I was wondering when you were going to start having a dig.

No, you carry on. Believe what you want,

if it helps you live with yourself.

I just hope it helps me live with you.

You don't have to be here.

Ha.

Yes, I do.

Who else is there?

No one else in the family wants to know you.

I don't want to sit here looking at this.

Remind you that you failed?

I failed?

At least I fought.

You, you're just a pound shop terrorist.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Right.

Get you back then, shall we?

Do what you fucking like.

Toast and tea?

Oh, thank you.

Hey, here you go.

Thank you.

I, uh -- I did too much and ruined it.

No, it's good.

Mm.

So, what's next?

-What do you mean? -Ah.

Are you gonna exhibit your work anywhere else?

My art's about here, where my roots are.

I don't want to go away.

Who's saying you've got to go away?

Granddad.

He offered me money to go study in Europe.

[ Scoffs ]

Oh, that's what you were talking about

when I walked in last night?

Just tell me.

I...

I saw Rhys Owen.

At the protest. And then he was in The Angel.

Apparently, he's back for a while.

Did he know who you were?

Not sure.

Did he say anything?

Didn't get a chance. Eunice chucked him out.

Yeah, good.

One of the old men at the bar

said he was thrown to the wolves, that --

Since when do you get your information

from old men in bars?

Mabli, I --

You know, losing Llyr was...

We had plans.

We had a future.

Rhys Owen took all that from me.

From us.

Hari: What's up, bitch?

Oh, hi, Eve. Sorry.

Yeah, well, we, um --

we can talk about this later.

Except we won't, will we?

-Oh, hello, cariad! -All right, Eunice?

How's the course going?

Oh, it's hard work, but I love it.

Eunice: Ah.

Uh, can I have a fizzy water, please?

-Ice and a slice? -Mm-hmm.

Eunice: Now, you make sure you have a bit of fun, too.

You've earned it.

I will do my best. I had a date last night.

Oh? Uh, any good?

No.

Oh, well, you probably have to kiss a few frogs first.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know much about Rhys Owen?

Rhys Owen from here?

Caryl: Yeah. What do you know about him?

Just that he's back. That's all.

-In Llanemlyn? -Yeah. W-Why do you ask?

I met him in Carmarthen last night, just briefly.

And then I saw some things on the Internet.

Like what?

That he might have been falsely accused.

-And I just wanted to -- -Caryl, there's evidence there.

And he's a terrorist.

And he killed Llyr Owen.

You know that for a fact, do you?

Caryl, listen to me.

Don't waste your time with the likes of him.

That's funny. That's what people said about me.

-He's bad news. -Also what they said about me.

Caryl, I'm serious.

Don't go thinking about him now for one of your stories.

All right, all right.

Don't get your knickers in a twist.

-Just interested, that's all. -Stay away from that man.

-Eunice: Do you hear me? -Mm-hmm.

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[ Knock on door ]

Rhys: Hello, Eve.

What are you doing here?

I just wanted to say hello.

See how you're getting on.

It's been a long time.

I don't think you should be here.

You've barely changed. You look --

No, I don't.

You need to leave.

Please leave.

I didn't come here to upset you.

I just thought we could talk.

I'm sorry.

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[ Eve shudders ]

[ Breathing raggedly ]

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Llyr: What gives those Tory bastards the right to lord it

over us from London?

You even listening to me?

I don't think you believe in anything.

You just put it on.

-Why would I do that? -Your old man.

You're desperate for him to like you.

Fuck off!

You're gagging for his approval,

day in, day out. Always have been, always will.

Argh!

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[ Bell tolling ]

[ Knocking ] Hello?

Rhys: It's open.

Hello?

Rhys: Hi, come through.

Hi, I --

What happened to the other nurse?

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm sor-- Oh, my --

Oh, God!

I'm sorry, I just -- I wanted to --

-See my dad's bollocks? -No. I --

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry. I'll go, I'll go.

Just wait there.

All right.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

I'm not a stalker. Okay?

I -- I found out you're from here and --

How?

There's this thing called the Internet.

Oh, so you looked me up, found out I'd done

life in prison and thought, "Mm. Sounds like my kind of guy."

No, it wasn't like that.

Then what was it like?

I -- I've heard some things, and I've read some things.

I suppose I wanted to know what the truth was.

-About what? -Caryl: About you.

I'm interested.

It's -- It's not that weird. I'm from here, too.

And there are things in my past --

You're from Llanemlyn?

Yeah. Huws the butcher's. But I'm studying now.

Journalism.

I'm not a weirdo,

although there are some people around here that might disagree.

Bryn: Rhys, where are you?

It's fine. I'll go.

Come on.

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[ Knocking on door ]

Mrs. Lewis: Who is it?

It's, uh -- It's Robert, Robert Davis.

[ Horse neighs ]

I suppose you've come round to pile the pressure on,

have you?

No, no, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it, Mrs. Lewis.

I just wanted to see how you were doing.

The, uh -- The meeting got a bit heated, didn't it?

Mm.

-Come in. -Thank you.

Bryn: We'd had enough, see?

Enough of being ignored.

Enough of their greed and corruption.

That's not what my dad said.

He said, in '69,

his auntie couldn't wait to get rid of her place.

Who was this auntie? What was her name?

Uh, I think she was called Alma.

My father was, um, David Huws, the butcher's.

Ah, I know who he was.

Liked lining his pockets, he did.

As I was saying,

you can't stop those bastards in authority by political means.

We tried to stop the construction

of that reservoir from '66 onwards.

But no chance.

They just bloody went and did it.

Direct action. It's the only way.

Llyr had the stomach for it.

Unlike some.

So, the bomb in '95...

that was you and Llyr

taking direct action against the expansion.

Yeah. And no.

Because as far as I knew, the plan was off,

but then went ahead without me.

And Llyr died.

-Rhys: Yeah. -Because they were set up.

That's what happens when you come against the establishment.

All right, all right, calm down.

He wasn't just my cousin.

He was my best friend. We were like that.

I didn't kill him.

What do you think happened then?

Bryn: I told you, they were set up.

Kill the brains, blame the other one.

Nice and neat.

I've had 30 years to think about it.

And I still don't know.

Your dad's a bit fiery, isn't he?

Yeah. Sorry about that.

What did he mean when he said, "Llyr had the stomach for it,

unlike some."

Ask a lot of questions, don't you?

-Do I? -Yeah.

He was talking about his brother Alan, Llyr's dad.

They fell out over the reservoir.

It's a long story.

What's the short version?

Oh, well, when they announced the expansion plans,

Uncle Alan took a job on the construction site,

and Dad lost the plot.

Complicated.

Mm.

Caryl: But you've been out eight years.

So why are you back now?

Some would say the timing's a bit coincidental.

So I could look after him. That's it.

-What's wrong with him? -Cancer.

Doesn't look good.

-Sorry. -Mm.

So, this is the first time you've been back since.

First time I've been allowed back.

So, what happened to you?

A friend of mine was murdered when we were young.

And the wrong bloke went to prison.

-Oh. -Mm.

I spent most of my life feeling like I was to blame.

Felt like the town

blamed me for not being dead,

for not saving her.

Drove me a bit crazy in the end.

So we've got a lot in common.

This could be your chance to find out what really happened.

Huh.

I've wasted too many years thinking about it already.

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So you're gonna let it go?

Never know the truth?

I've got to get back inside.

Caryl: What if -- What if I find out what happened?

I...

-I want to write about this. -Are you mad?

Why?

'Cause the truth matters, doesn't it?

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[ Dishes clatter ]

Shit.

I'll see about getting a TV in here, shall I?

Why would I want a TV?

I can watch your performance.

[ Clock ticking ]

[ Door opens, chimes jingle ]

-Hey. -Eve: Megan.

Did you and Gareth know Rhys Owen is back?

[ Sighs ] I told Gareth I wanted to tell you.

He's here on licence so he can look after Bryn.

He turned up at my house,

and he's been lurking around Mabli.

You know, he went into The Angel.

Shit.

Can't you ask Gareth to do something?

Surely, as a policeman, there's something he could do.

He can't do anything unless he's broken the law.

-Has he broken the law? -No.

But...

can't he fit him up?

Say that he's broken his licence conditions or something?

No.

Listen, just avoid him and tell Mabli to do the same.

And the minute he does do something...

[ Scoffs ]

Eve, listen to me. You have to keep it together.

Eve!

[ Door opens, chimes jingle ]

[ Door slams ]

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Eve: You've got no balls! Coward!

[ Whimpers ]

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-[ Door closes ] -Hari: Mum?

In here.

Oh, lunch.

You've got a knack for timing, haven't you?

Missed you at dinner last night.

Were you with Mabli?

-Why? -Well, then, where were you?

-Nowhere special. -Megan: Huh.

You're nowhere special a lot lately, aren't you?

You got someone on the go?

No.

And I wouldn't tell you if I did.

-I've got an hour. -Hey, I need to talk to you.

Gareth: Sounds like Mrs. Lewis' farm is going to go.

-Megan: No. -What?

Well, that's it then. The expansion's going ahead.

Well, there'll be a shitload of trouble first, mind.

Megan: Gareth, don't.

Do you want to go to prison or worse?

What, so nobody should protest?

What you did at the town hall, that was breaking the law.

Oh, yeah. Sorry. So nobody should have an opinion.

Everybody should just stay indoors

and let these greedy bastards steal our resources again.

Tell me when I said that.

Will you just stop?

Whatever. Keep it for your mates down the Cons Club.

[ Clicks tongue ]

Gareth: Don't.

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[ Engine starts ]

Woman: The essential goal of this practice

is radical benevolence towards everyone you encounter.

When you meditate,

your focus should be on sending peaceful,

loving kindness out into the universe

while accepting you may not get it in return.

So sit back, relax, and listen.

[ Engine revving ]

Rhys: Back off.

What you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

[ Tyres squeal ]

Piece of shit!

[ Tyres squeal ]

All right, if that's what you want.

Arsehole.

[ Grunts ]

[ Tyres squeal ]

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[ Breathing heavily ]

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[ Orchestral music playing distantly ]

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[ Music playing loudly ]

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Dad!

[ Music stops ]

[ Clears throat ]

Have you had a hand in trying to force Sian Lewis

-out of her home? -Of course I haven't.

I don't believe you.

Mrs. Lewis has decided, with her family,

to move into more suitable accommodation.

Have you not got any decency?

She's an old lady. She's like family.

And she was born on that farm.

The place is falling down around her.

It's damp, covered in mould.

-It's her home! -Well, talk to her son.

He's the one forcing the issue, not me.

Yeah, but you're set to gain from it,

though, aren't you, Dad?

Oh, let's not start that nonsense, all right?

Yeah, and Mabli tells me you've offered her money to piss off.

No, no, not to piss off. To spread her wings.

Yeah. Away from your reservoir contract.

I can't see what's so controversial

about helping my own granddaughter.

Yeah, but you're not helping, are you?

You're controlling, like you always do.

If you were helping, you wouldn't do it behind my back.

Why is it that you're always looking for

an underhand motive in everything, eh?

I'm not letting you get away with it, not this time.

Must wear you out being so holier than thou.

-Fuck off. -Glass houses.

[ Sighs ]

[ Engine starts ]

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[ Exhales sharply ]

[ Knock on door ]

Caryl: Hi.

You know why I'll never know the truth?

Is 'cause this town is full of ruthless,

self-serving bastards who'd stab you in the back

-as soon as look at you. -Yeah.

Rhys: If I were you, I'd stop asking questions

about me and about '95, the whole thing.

Just carry on as if you'd never met me.

Caryl: Rhys.

If you value your safety and your sanity,

stop now, okay?

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We are no longer prepared to let our enemies,

even those in our own families, our own communities,

take whatever they want without a fight.

They want to stop us, but we won't let that happen.

We intend, through our actions, to wake this town up

before it's too late.

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