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Mabli: That reservoir displaced people once already.

My dad was trying to stop it from happening in the '90s.

Now they want to come back and do it to us again.

Our land, our water!

At least someone's still fighting.

Someone's persuaded Mrs Lewis not to sell up.

You win some, you lose some.

Robert: And she will lose.

Caryl: Llyr Owen --

I was wondering whether you would be willing

-to talk to me about him. -Eve: Sorry, Caryl,

but, erm, I can't help you.

Rhys: You owe me some answers.

Eve: I owe you nothing.

Rhys: Why did you say those things in court?

I need to know.

I've heard rumours that...

Rhys Owen might have been framed.

Good job. I know you're a jobsworth.

Otherwise, I might think you were picking on me.

Gillian: His fingerprints were on the murder weapon.

-Murder weapon? -It was a set of bolt cutters.

He was struck from behind.

His skull fractured.

You could ruffle feathers with this.

You should have never have come back here.

Rhys: I didn't kill Llyr. I loved him.

That's Alan Owen. My grandad on my dad's side.

That's his brother, Bryn.

Eunice: Bryn? [ Scoffs ]

He didn't even go to his brother's funeral.

Rhys: I don't know why she lied about us then

and I don't know why she's lying now,

but we were together.

[ Scoffs ] No. Bullshit.

Rhys: There was someone else there that night.

Another car.

Please, Caryl, if you help me clear my name,

I promise you I will help you get a story

that no one else could ever get.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Sighs ]

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[ Person grunts, object clatters ]

[ Indistinct grumbling ]

[ Person grunts, coughs ]

Bryn: No choice.

'90s Bryn: No bloody choice? No choice!

Don’t give me that shit, Alan!

No conviction, that's what it is.

No principles!

Principles won't feed my kids.

I -- I need to work.

If you take that reservoir job...

don't you ever come back here.

'Cause I'm done with you.

Belt up, Bryn! Who do you think you are?!

You brother!

And someone who cares about what happens to this town!

Alan: "Cares about what happens"?

You don't even care about your own son.

His bloody mother left because all you care about is yourself!

At least I'm not a traitor.

This ain’t gonna end well.

Bryn: Get out, you bloody coward!

You're no brother of mine!

Come on, we're going.

Bryn: And don't come back!

[ Objects clattering ]

[ Bryn grunts ]

You're not supposed to be drinking.

Don't you tell me what I can do!

And being here doesn't make up for it, you know!

-Make up for what? -Llyr's being dead!

[ Coughing ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

Eve: What are you doing?

Trying to work out who you are.

-What? -Rhys told me.

Eve: Told you what?

Mabli: About you and him.

Did my dad know? -He's lying.

No, no. You're lying. You're the liar.

-Mabli. -Don't lie!

Eve: It was over before it began.

It didn't mean anything. I promise.

[ Mabli stomping away ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Caryl.

Bringing this back. I don't need it anymore.

[ Dogs barking in distance ]

-Fancy a coffee? -Yeah.

Gillian: You haven't been scared off, have you?

No, just a change of heart.

I don't think I'm the right person

to write this story after all.

Or any story.

Right.

Are you going to tell me what this is all about?

You were biting my hand off for these.

Oh, God.

I know this is a cliché...

...but finding out the truth set me free.

And I thought if I could get to the bottom

of what happened in the bombing in 1995,

I could do the same thing for somebody else.

Prove my worth as a journalist.

I mean, they teach you on day one of the course,

don't they, report the story, don't become part of it.

You know what they don't teach you?

There wouldn't be any journalists

if we all gave up at the first hurdle.

What if I've chosen the wrong story?

I wanted to write about something that I cared about.

And all I've done is lied to people

and twist the facts about Rhys Owen

to fit a narrative that I've just...

conjured up out of thin air.

That sounds like half the hacks I know.

Caryl: I don't want to be a hack.

Exactly.

And the fact that you realised all of this

shows me the type of journalist you could be.

No, no, no.

I'm just -- I'm -- I'm too close to it.

This is my community. The lines, they're blurred.

Look, the evidence pointed to Rhys Owen.

Yeah?

But your gut was telling you to dig deeper, wasn't it?

Follow the facts. See where they take you.

If it all comes to nothing,

then you can bring me my box back.

[ Dogs barking, indistinct chatter ]

[ Caryl sighs ]

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[ Phone chimes ]

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What the fuck?

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Hi, it's Caryl.

Can you meet me at the reservoir?

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[ Engine rumbling ]

[ Engine turns off ]

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I want you to tell me everything you saw that night.

Everything.

Rhys: I was here when the bomb went off.

-Caryl: But why? -Rhys: It's a hunch.

The coroner said that Llyr was killed

by a blow to the head,

not the explosion.

Your fingerprints were on the weapon, Rhys.

I know that.

They were my bloody bolt cutters.

-Well, so, how did they -- -I don't know.

He must have taken them.

[ Sighs ] Okay.

-Okay, so you were here? -Rhys: Yeah.

-And you saw another car? -Rhys: Yeah, up there,

driving away a few seconds before the explosion.

I could only see the tail lights.

The witness, Deio Ffrancon,

he said he saw one vehicle and it was yours.

I know what I saw.

[ Sighs ]

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How did it escalate from protest marches to bomb plots?

Well, it didn't escalate -- Llyr did.

Well, I was looking for an apprenticeship,

he was looking for explosives.

Where did he get them?

Not sure, but he didn't get them himself.

What do you mean?

I think he got in with some of the boys

and got them to help.

The boys?

Wales Freedom Movement.

-Extremists? -Yeah.

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Caryl: You still helped, though, with the plan and the bomb?

Rhys: I got some lecky wire and stuff like that.

We recce'd the site.

Caryl: In court...

you said it was you that called off the plan.

Yeah, my dad heard on the grapevine

that the police were onto us, that there'd been a tip off.

And I got scared.

I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in prison.

-Llyr carried on. -Rhys: Yeah.

If we can find out about that car...

-Caryl, listen. -I'll call you.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

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Deio: I'll be with you now.

-Deio, is it? -It is. How can I help you?

I hear that you are the best mechanic in Carmarthenshire.

Deio: Oh, yeah? Says who?

I was talking to someone in the Angel last night,

and they said, "Deio Ffrancon knows cars inside out."

And who is that, then?

Er, Bryan something.

-Oh, it wasn’t Big Bry, was it? -Yes. Yeah, he was big.

Deio: How can I help you?

It's, er, making a funny noise.

-Funny noise how? -Like a...rattling.

Chuck me the keys.

-[ Engine starts ] -Are you the only

Deio Ffrancon?

-The one and only. -[ Engine revs ]

So wasn't it you

who saw Rhys Owen's car the night of the explosion

at the reservoir?

Now, who told you that, then?

Well, it's public record.

You were, like, a star witness.

Yeah, well, I never had to go to court

or nothing like that.

-[ Engine revs ] -So why didn't you mention

the second car?

Someone tell you not to?

What did you say you do again?

I'm not with the police or anything.

I'm just interested.

And why would you be interested?

What sort of vehicle was it, the second car?

Well, you can't get into trouble.

You were just a kid.

But somebody went to prison for a really long time.

Yeah. Because he was guilty.

It was a long time ago. And he was dark.

Could you make out a shape?

Was it a small car? A 4x4?

Or more like an estate or --

It was an estate.

-Did I say that? -Why didn't you

tell the police?

Because my father didn't want me to.

I'd already given them Rhys Owen and that was enough.

But why didn't your father want you to?

-Because he was under pressure! -Caryl: From who?

Deio: Fuck off!

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[ Phone dings ]

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Caryl: Shit.

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[ Protesters chanting ]

Tir ni, dwr ni! Our land, our water!

Tir ni, dwr ni! Our land, our water!

Tir ni, dwr ni! Our land, our water!

Sian, what are you doing here?

It's one of their special meetings

on the expansion,

so I've come to stop the bastards.

Our land, our water!

[ Protestors booing ]

[ Car horns blaring ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Protestors cheer ]

Mayor: Such a pleasure to meet you.

Man: Likewise.

-Mabli: Our land, our water! -[ People screaming ]

Man: Stop! Get them out of here! What the hell are you doing?

[ Siren wailing ]

Protestors: Let us in! Let us in! Let us in...

Officer: Put your paint guns down!

Hari: Get your hands off me!

Protestors: Let us in! Let us in! Let us in...

Calm down! Everyone take a step back!

You won't get away with this!

All eyes are on you!

-Our land, our water! -Hari: Our water!

-Mabli and Hary: Our land! -Protesters: Let us in!

-Let us in! Let us in! -Mabli: Our land, our water!

Hari: Our land, our water!

[ Protesters cheer ]

-Wait! Mrs Lewis! -[ Mrs Lewis thuds ]

Stop! Help her! Help her!

Please! She’s fallen. She needs help. Help her!

Mabli!

[ Birds chirping ]

[ Objects clunking ]

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Rhys: What are you doing in here?

I need a woolly hat.

-What for? -What do you mean, what for?

My head.

The wind is biting, and I need you to take me

to get my pension.

Well, can't they pay it straight into your account?

Ah, I don't trust them. Oh, no.

I need to smell it right here in my hand.

Alright, come on downstairs.

-I'll get you a hat. -[ Bryn grunts ]

I can look after myself.

[ Coughs , grunts ]

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[ Drawer opens ]

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[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Grunts ] Whoa! You could’ve had my leg off!

Alright, stay there.

I'll get what you want, and then we can go.

-[ Sighs ] -Whisky.

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I know it's shit,

but he's been dead over a year now, Llyr.

He wouldn't want you to stay miserable, your dad.

He'd want you to move on.

I'm not miserable.

I'm angry.

[ Horn honks in distance ]

Sorry, I've got to go.

What? Where? With Eve?

[ Door opens, engine rumbles ]

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[ Car door closes ]

[ Knock on window ]

Hurry up!

Megan: What? You've been arrested?

Why have you been arrested?

-Hari? -[ Phone beeps ]

Megan: Hari? [ Sighs ]

Sounds like trouble.

I expect it's in the blood.

I bet Gareth’s over the moon.

But you can't kill the spirit and all that.

-Piss off. -Rhys: Thank you.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Eve: What the hell were you thinking?

Mabli: Is Mrs Lewis okay?

Eve: No. Not really. She had to have stitches.

Is she being charged?

My lawyer’s arranged pre-charge bail while they investigate.

-What about Hari? -He's still waiting

for the duty solicitor.

Alright, then, let's just go. [ Sighs ]

Mabli's staying with me for a couple of days.

-What? -I asked him.

You do realise everyone will think

you're a complete hypocrite?

Maybe.

But at least he doesn't lie to me.

Can I have the car keys, please?

I'll pick up some stuff from home.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Birds chirping ]

You should have told me about you and Rhys.

[ Eve sighs ]

Robert: What other surprises are you hiding from me, eh?

[ Phone buzzes, ring tone plays ]

-[ Buzzing continues ] -Yeah.

Yeah. Of course. I filmed it all.

Thought it might help.

You okay?

I'm fine. This won't stop me.

I -- There's something that I need to come clean about.

I'm not just writing this story for my course.

I've actually got an opportunity at the Western Herald.

Good. Bring it on. Tell the world.

Caryl. Hi. What are you doing here?

Mabli: She came to check I was okay.

Oh, well, everything's fine. Isn't it Mabli?

Lessons learned and all.

[ Scoffs ]

I'm gonna go in the car.

Thanks for coming.

Yeah. You know where to find me.

Why are you really here?

Is this still for your story?

Well, I'm writing about the present-day protests,

and today was quite a thing.

Everything alright?

Yeah.

Uh, this is one of my students, Caryl.

Robert: Yeah, I know Caryl.

I had a lot of time for your father.

Hi, Mr Davis.

I was, erm, hoping to have a chat with you,

actually, at some point.

-Oh, yeah? -Yeah.

I'm writing an article about Nantwen.

Well, you need to make an appointment.

No problem.

Yeah, well, I'd better get that one out of here

before she does any more damage, eh?

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

Listen, Eve --

I've already told you my position on this,

so please respect my boundaries.

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Anything taken?

Er, don't think so.

They had a good poke around though.

Can you think of any reason why anyone

would want to break in you?

Interior design tips?

So, no then.

[Chuckles] Thanks.

Right, we'll get it on the system

and I'll send someone round to check for prints.

Probably have to wait a bit for that mind.

"Someday my prints will come."

Hm?

Doesn't matter.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

The Ffrancons.

What do you know about them?

Why, you got car trouble?

Not really.

Gareth: Well, if you have, don't take it there.

-Why? -Well, they've got a bad rep.

That's why.

Deio Ffrancon.

He was a witness in the '95 explosion.

When he was a kid,

he was the one who ID'd Rhys Owen

at the bomb site, wasn't he?

I wouldn't know.

[ Inhales deeply ]

Why, erm...

Why a bad rep?

They're connected to the kind of people

you wouldn't want to know.

-That's all. -When you say "connected,"

do you mean the Wales Freedom Movement?

-Caryl. -Come on, Gareth.

There are people in this world who think they've got the right

to impose their political views on others,

regardless of the law.

And all of them are thugs...

including Rhys Owen.

Mm.

Megan said you were doing something in college.

Something to do with Llyr.

A lot of people were affected by what happened back then.

Yeah. Of course.

It's still raw for a lot of them.

You push the wrong buttons...

you might get a reaction you don't like.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Door creaks open ]

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[ Water running ]

[ Knock on window ]

[ Megan chuckles lightly ]

Why the hell didn't you stop them?

Our kids.

Our adult kids.

I couldn't. It was chaos.

Yeah, well, it's alright for you, isn't it?

Robert will get his fancy lawyers on it.

And where's it gonna end?

Prison? Another death?

[ Sighs ] I'm sorry.

Caryl Huws, you know, from the butchers,

she turned up at the shop with a photo of Llyr and Rhys.

Isn't she one of your students?

You didn't speak to her, did you?

Why?

She's trying to write something

for the Western Herald.

What? Caryl?

Yeah, she's got it into her head there's a story.

You shouldn't have spoken to her.

I don't get it.

I just don't want her...

sniffing around my private life.

Our private lives.

You don't own Llyr's memory, you know?

He was my brother.

-Yeah, I know that but -- -Do you, though?

Because sometimes you walk around here like such a martyr.

-I do not! -Yes, you do.

You've lived your whole life chained to him

and this bloody valley.

Yeah, and why not? This is my home.

My mother's home.

Well, you don't have to leave to move on, do you?

Why don't you try and meet someone?

[ Inhales deeply ]

You have every right to live your life, you know.

[ Indistinct chatter ]

[ Machinery whirring ]

Robert: Thanks a lot. Alright.

[ Hand lift clacking ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What are you doing here?

I made an appointment with your secretary, like you said.

What was it you wanted again?

Just want to get your perspective on the reservoir.

Well, it's a bit of a different direction for you?

Had enough of the butchers, did you?

No, it was my father's business.

No disrespect to him,

but, erm, I just wanted a change.

He was a grown up. Your father.

Unlike some people around here.

Well, he was very even-handed and fair.

And I just want to be the same.

Well, you haven't already pinned me

as an evil capitalist overlord then?

Oh, sorry, have you been feeling judged?

Have you met my daughter and granddaughter?

[ Chuckles ]

I'll tell you what.

I'm heading up to the reservoir.

Why don't I give you a tour, you know, a bit of background?

-Now? -Yeah.

It's not often I get the chance to give our side of the story.

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Caryl: Nice car.

Robert: Fully electric.

No one can doubt my green credentials.

Oh, yeah, if you can afford it.

Well, it's one of the few benefits of getting older.

You get to drive a decent car.

Speak for yourself.

I think I've peaked at a Seat Leon.

[ Robert chuckles ]

It's hardly a banger, though.

I did my time with old cars.

Volvo Estates were my things for years.

I have no guilt whatsoever enjoying this little baby.

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Caryl: No wonder people are so passionate about this land.

Robert: So are we...

passionate about the potential of the land for everybody.

Look at it.

What do you see?

The occasional sheep or three.

A lone horse.

Caryl: I see...beauty.

[ Sheep baas ]

Wild Wales at its best.

And that's a very lovely romantic vision.

But people need water to survive, particularly now.

Yeah, I get that.

Do you have any sympathy

for Mabli's side of the argument?

As far as I'm concerned, it's a win-win.

Look at the potential for the local economy --

Holidaying families, mountain bikers,

paddle boarders, wild swimmers, if you insist.

Visitors spending money in the town, in the shops.

Until the big chains come in.

We want businesses and jobs for the locals.

All this protesting, complaining about change,

that's easy.

Doing something constructive for the future,

that's the real challenge.

Is it worth waiting 30 years for?

Oh, yeah.

'95 must have hurt the business.

It wasn't ideal.

But you can't bow down to mindless terrorism.

It must have been a huge shock, though,

hearing about the explosion.

Where were you that night?

On the sofa, watching "Friends" with my daughter.

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-Eve: You're out. -For now.

You've got a thing for the men in this family.

Mabli told me.

Of course she did.

[ Dogs barking in distance ]

Hari: You should have said something.

Well, even more reason for us to call things off.

Eve, don't be like that.

You should have stopped Mabli today

before things got out of hand.

Really?

She's fiery, like her mum.

That's part of the appeal.

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Bryn: Thought you could just click your fingers

and everything would fall into your lap?

Or do you have a plan?

There's no plan.

Bryn: What's with the gun, then?

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Insurance. That's all.

If word got out that you were in possession of a gun...

A convicted killer...

you'd be out of my hair for a very long time.

[ Vehemently ] Get rid of it.

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[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

How do you fancy pasta with fresh basil pesto

for supper tonight?

Great.

I've got a nice bottle of Gavi to go with it.

[ Birds chirping ]

What are you doing?

Granddad?

Granddad, stop!

I'm not having this in the house.

You might not like it, but he's my dad.

I've had enough of this.

That man's been dead 30 years and he's still causing trouble.

Is that what I am, then...

"trouble"?

Because I'm half Owen. You know that.

-You don't understand. -I understand that if you've got

a problem with this,

you've got a problem with me!

I wish to God she'd never set eyes on the bastard.

[ Bottles clinking ]

[ Packages rustling ]

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Er, why do I get one sausage?

Young Rhys: 'Cause you've always been puny.

Get lost. Tell him, Eve.

Go on, then.

Who's strongest?

I'm not getting involved.

See? She knows it's me.

Piss off!

Well, I know how we can prove it once and for all.

Arm wrestle.

[ Laughs ]

Yeah. Let's go.

You've got no chance, boy.

Do it!

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Don't cheat.

Me?

Never.

[ Llyr grunting ]

[ Young Eve chuckles ]

Come on, boys.

[ Llyr and Young Rhys grunting ]

Young Eve: Who wants it more?

Go on. Give it some welly.

[ Arm thuds ]

-Come on, Llyr. -Llyr: I'm not sitting

in the same room with that bastard.

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[ Door slams close ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hey.

What's the matter?

Come on in.

[ Birds calling ]

What's this?

Oh, it was meant for you.

Must have been intercepted.

You hungry?

[ Dishes clattering ]

She's unbelievable.

[ Rhys inhales deeply ]

Yeah.

Do you mean it?

That you'll never lie to me?

Yes.

Come on.

Look, I know what I said, but meet me?

The waterfall.

[ Birds chirping in distance ]

[ Dogs barking in distance ]

Was he like his photos then?

Llyr?

He had the Owen spirit.

There was nothing half-hearted about Llyr.

I can see the same spirit in your eyes.

Don't let the bastards get you down.

Not hungry?

Erm, I'm a vegetarian, sorry.

Oh, well, can't all be perfect.

It won't go to waste.

[ Chuckles ]

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[ Water rushing ]

[ Birds chirping ]

-Hari: Eve! -Eve: Over here!

[ Water splattering ]

[ Birds calling ]

Have you lost the plot?

Yes.

Absolutely.

Hari: What's happened? Is it Rhys?

Oh, no. No, No.

Forget about him.

I have wasted too many years worrying about him.

Worrying about everything.

Now my own daughter hates me.

-Yeah, but -- -No.

Not tonight.

You know what?

I've lived my whole life in this bloody valley.

And this is the first time I'm skinny dipped here.

What's the point of saving a dying language

and the land of our bloody fathers

if we don't actually appreciate what we've got?

[ Water rushing ]

[ Birds chirping ]

Come on.

Life is for living!

[ Water splattering ]

[ Dishes clattering ]

[ Dishes clacking ]

You think she's yours, don't you?

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You should do something about it.

Find out.

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Okay.

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[ Caryl sighs ]

Customer: A couple of spare ribs

and Szechuan chicken with rice...

[ Phone ringing ]

[ Customer continues indistinctly ]

Staff: Anything else?

Customer: Can I get noodle soup?

Staff: How spicy?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

-What? -Don't turn around.

With Deio Ffrancon.

Is this about the second car?

Deio saw the second car.

But he didn't see who was in it.

Who are you?

Were you working with Llyr Owen?

No.

But Llyr was part of a group or --

No. [ Chuckles ] They were amateurs.

Some idiot stole the explosives to order.

Unauthorised.

That was our only involvement.

We had nothing to do with the bomb plot.

But someone else was there.

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You must know something.

If it wasn't one of your men, then who?

I'm only gonna keep barking up the wrong tree

if you don't give me be something!

Ask Robert Davies.

Robert Davies? Ask him what?

Why he wasn't keeping a closer eye on his own household.

Do you mean --

Do you mean Eve?

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