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1 Are you prepared to ensure that your three children will have

no contact with Mr Baldini for the foreseeable future?

Right, I love you, bye-bye! Bye-bye, darling! Behave. Bye-bye!

Madlen Vaughan, I am charging you with the murder of your husband,

William Andras Vaughan.

What's your endgame, here?

I understand that, um, your firm acts for Corran Energy?

Yes. Now, you get me the right deal, and we'll call it quits.

There's my dad now.

You're not to defend Madlen Vaughan. What? You being serious? Yes.

Faith, you've never done a murder case.

Well, then, let this be the first.

She's innocent.

Faith, why aren't you helping me?

Faith, please!

Someone likes you.

You're being transferred tomorrow.

How's your missus, by the way?

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. Really? 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, OK? Alys!

No... you look fine!

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 pick-up and...

Whoa!

Detention all lunch time. That's what Mrs Cottrell said, wasn't it?

Your point? Alys, be nice.

Hey, I saw that, I saw that! Out, please.

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.

OK? All happy?

Seat belt, please.

Funny way of showing it.

Oh!

Right, let's go.

Are you going to pick me up tonight?

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

I can't get off early every day.

All right? See you later.

Bye, Alys. I could go back to Alys'.

Arthur doesn't mind me hanging out with them.

OK.

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

Thanks, Dad.

She's not in yet, Mrs Vaughan.

I can take a message. I'll put you on to Mr Howells. Uh...

...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...

Madlen? It's Faith.

What's happened? They want me to plead guilty, Faith.

Who? Your lawyers? 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.

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

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. It's two against one, Tom.

Phone Thompson and Green. I'm going to 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.

♪ I gave my heart

♪ All I did

♪ I gave my heart

♪ And although it's lost

♪ It is still beating

♪ And I gave my home

♪ It's all I did

♪ I gave my soul

♪ And although I'm broken

♪ I am still breathing. ♪

Thank you. But, why?

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

My fantasy life was starting to scare me.

OK, you grab the files.

Thank you.

OK, it's all here.

Fingerprints. Ballistics.

Madog Jones, he's a farm worker.

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. Are you all right?

Oh, come on. You're all right.

Come sit down. Sit down.

Come sit down.

Thank you.

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

Is he still with his auntie?

They wouldn't believe me, Faith.

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

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about this.

Shall we, eh, get on? Mm-hm.

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, eh...

...is an idea of who else might have had a motive.

The field going down to the river Now... now Will,

he wanted to build houses on there, right?

And if he'd got planning that would have solved all your problems, yes?

If. Well, yeah, according to these

the farm's account 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.

Eh...

You never discussed it?

I stopped trying.

I wasn't feeling well.

They think I've got MS.

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

Put me on some tablets.

I should have 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. Yeah.

I'd have gone through the books. Well, maybe he didn't let her.

Helpless, innocent - I've had easier defences.

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. Who happens to be my best friend.

Tom? Yes. Ah!

Tom!

Mind games. Smart move. Shit, bollocks! I'm 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.

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, 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.

Yeah. 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, eh, close, are they?

I'll be in touch.

Wow!

What have you given the kids, Arthur?

Under orders to show some respect to their very important mother. Oh!

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

Well, you know, just, erm... Hello!

Hello!

You smell nice for a change. Yes, you do. Are you OK?

No Alys? Veranda.

Those two are joined at the hip.

Well, I'll drop, eh, Angie home on my way.

Unless you want to? No, that's OK. Thank you.

Alys got detention.

She says she doesn't care.

And she's going to get her belly button pierced. Right.

Amazing. It's a good sign, Faith. Best get your rebellion

out of the way early, isn't it? You know, that's where I went wrong.

Come on, fish pie? Eh? Full of omega 3, good for the brain.

If she really wants one, I'll have on 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. Mm-hmm.

Have kids been saying 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 any more, do we?

Mum? Mmm?

If you win this... Mmm.

...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... and hurry up, I'm late.

Yeah, well let him let him stew for a while, you know,

get desperate.

Listen, listen.

I've got a flat, so...

Yeah, but I've got my lackey on to it, so... Yeah, I know.

No home to go to, Constable?

Just collating evidence.

It never hurts to be organised.

Mrs Howells - you and she have a bit of history.

Forgive and forget.

It's a small community, we all have to rub along. Mmm.

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. 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.

No! See you soon.

What are you doing, Faith?

What are you doing?

What do you think? It's a bit different?

Unexpected.

Well, I've been a good boy.

Give it a couple weeks

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

And then... maybe even some home leave.

I've taken over Madlen Vaughan's defence.

Long story.

Trial starts tomorrow.

She has no idea who might have killed him.

You knew Will.

Any ideas?

Are you sure you should be here? Yes, yes, I'm sure!

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.

If 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.

That smile. You know it still kills me.

I'm going to 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?

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 favour.

Stay away from Evan until this is over.

He's a proud man, I know what he's like.

Just a minute.

She just doesn't get it.

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

and we'll be finished. She cares, Tom.

You know Faith.

Yeah, well, I'll survive, but she's the one with family to support.

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

I see. And so THAT'S why you invited me here.

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

I'd thought it'd be nice.

Look, I'm too close to Faith to get involved in her work. OK?

I-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.

And I'm bloody starving.

Haven't you got anything to eat in there?

What? Well, I thought... No, look, look.

Drinks and nibbles they're just not going to cut it, I'm afraid.

I'm an expensive date. OK, OK. 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.

Corran Energy. It's been six weeks. 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...

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 I should pay Saran James another visit? No.

You promised to leave her alone, Gael.

Or I maybe should send your friend Stevie.

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.

Keeping yourself busy, Constable? Continuity, sir.

I always like to photograph every piece of evidence.

You know what defence lawyers are like. Hmm.

No harm in bells and whistles.

But is there something troubling you, Constable?

Have we slipped up?

Um... No, sir.

Uh...

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

♪ I'd let the fear rage on

♪ Cling to each other in the 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

♪ Cos 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.

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.

There were frequent arguments, or cross words you might call it.

Months it had been going on.

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? Not happy. Not at all.

Will Vaughan had spent nearly five years failing to get

permission to build houses on that ten-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 breadline?

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

in the 15 years of working for him?

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.

Mr Swancott described her as a ruthless executioner.

No.

No! Thank you.

You inherited 25% of the farm and your brother 75%, is that correct?

Yes.

But he ran the business.

You must have been aware of the debts.

Did you advise him to sell the farm?

He was putting in for the planning again, um, third time.

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

And did Madlen Vaughan understand?

Didn't she just.

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

All set to buy a villa in Portugal.

She told you this?

She had brochures on the kitchen table.

It was going to be the high life.

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.

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.

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

What are you accusing me of?

I'm just establishing the position.

The jury can make of it what they will.

Thank you.

Fucking brilliant.

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 going to shoot somebody.

Yeah. Yes.

Yeah.

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.

Competent, certainly.

And the bloodstain on her coat cuff.

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

where she stooped to pick up the gun.

I suppose so. Mm-hm.

Thank you, Dr Collins.

All rise.

All they've got is a circumstantial case.

No compelling motive. This business about the villa.

It was just a bit of fun.

I can't believe that's what she thought of me.

No, my point is, could...

Well, could Hannah have? Does she know where the gun's kept?

Cer.

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?

Shit. Rhodri's prescription.

What? Yeah, I've got to got to pick it up.

Faith! You can't go now.

She'll run out of luck soon enough.

And if she doesn't?

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.

Samson's have had stowaways coming in from Rosslare.

Warn the others. I'm not paying any more bloody fines.

And I need you to do a Dublin run tomorrow. Can't do it.

We agreed shifts at the start of the month.

Holyhead. Nine o'clock. Yeah, you can have my notice.

Cos I've got a little girl at home... Oh.

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.

She's standing by her man, Steve.

I think you might be wasting your time.

I'll be judge of that. All right.

Sort me another driver for Dublin.

And clean the crap off that truck, you're showing us up.

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. I'm here. I'm here.

I'm fine. And I have an idea.

My lord, before we proceed with the next witness, the defence

would like leave to recall Mr Madog Jones on a point of clarification.

Unless you have a specific objection, Mr Swancott?

No, my lord.

Very well. Please recall Mr Madog Jones.

Mr Jones, are you a good shot? Not bad.

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

Yes.

Madlen Vaughan, is she a good shot?

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 one 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.

Mrs Vaughan was repeatedly yelling, "Who is she?" My lord...

Um... 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?"

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. 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 is only of what Mr Vaughan may have said,

not that the words are necessarily true.

I see. They really don't. All right.

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

Yes, I most certainly do.

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.

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.

Them pictures in the post.

Photographs.

She was young.

Blonde.

They were in a 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.

Bollocks!

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

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

No, no, thank you. 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.

Did you ever try and win an argument at home,

or did you just 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?

I wasn't aware she had one.

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 at the 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?

Ohh. And again. Ohh. No, no, no, no. Ohh.

Again...

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. OK?

Bye-bye. Bye. Angie, your dad's here, look.

Arthur.

Thanks. See you. She's good as gold. No trouble at all.

Yeah, you're good with them.

I'd like to invite Alys to our house,

but, well, you know...

...it's complicated. Yeah.

You all right? Yeah. Got everything? See you later, Angie.

Bye-bye. Thanks.

Bye.

Alys!

You OK? What's up?

Do you think Mam's going to take Dad back?

Oh... um...

Well, I don't know. It's like this, isn't it?

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

Well, your mum, she sees the good in everyone, doesn't she, eh?

You don't, do you?

Well... I don't know.

Hey, I like Angie. She lovely girl, nice.

Come on, let's go back to the gang. Come on, it's freezing. Come on.

In a minute.

Is Alys all right?

She doesn't want her dad to come home.

It's tough when someone's been away.

She'll be OK.

Why don't you ever talk to her mum?

Uh...

It's complicated.

Do you love her?

Kids!

You hungry?

Burger?

Come on, I'm starving.

It's a court case, anything can happen.

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 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 and 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'd better go.

Have you been seeing Steve Baldini?

No.

No!

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

Faith!

Ooh! Whoops-a-daisy.

It's all right.

25 lovely thousand will hit your account

first thing tomorrow morning. Marvellous.

Thank you.

Well, cheers.

Cheers. Here's to the next time.

Ah, sorry.

Hi.

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

He'll shred her to pieces.

Yeah, I've been thinking about this...

I've made my decision, Cerys. And I'm sticking to it.

Ohh!

Come on.

Sorry.

Your other half?

Oh, God, no. Work.

I'm, er, single.

More or less.

Snap.

Sorry I'm late. Had to go to Hong Kong.

Hong, hong. Hong, hong? Hong Kong Hut!

You all right? Hiya, babe! Good, yeah.

Arthur's upstairs, he's putting Rhodri to bed. Oh, right.

Oh, he's a little beggar tonight. I think he might be teething.

I'll be up in now.

Try him with his new book?

Uh, babes, do you want any carrot juice?

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? He stuck a knife... Faith, Marion!

Marion? Hello! The worker returns.

How was my Evan? I'd visit more often if I could.

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. Thank you.

I'm sure we can spare some pork BALLS.

Would you like me to fetch some plates? On it, Marion.

No, we've even learned 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 just closed it.

Oh, hang on.

I'll deal with this. Help yourselves.

Go on, Marion. Marion, some wine?

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

Hmm.

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 humour.

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

"I've met this funny girl."

Yeah.

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 has got the spare room.

Well, we'll think of something.

And don't listen to Granny, OK?

Megs... Megs.

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

Oh!

Would you like that? Would you like to join him in there? Would you?

Right, but listen. You've got to promise me something now.

OK? You've got to promise me that you've got to stop worrying.

Is that a promise?

OK. No, not an OK. Is it a promise?

A promise.

Goodnight 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!

Night-night, Alys.

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

Not at this stage, Constable.

It's strictly a CID matter. OK, go.

You've got an hour mate. The 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?

♪ I've lived

♪ And I've loved

♪ Will I feel again?

♪ I know now

♪ 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? ♪