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CHANTING: Our land, our water!
Our land, our water!

Caryl. Hey. I heard someone managed

to get a foot in the door
of the Western Herald?

If I come back to him with
a big story, he'll give me a job.

Talk as much as you like.

I'm not selling my home!
CHEERING

Grandad, people don't want
the reservoir extension.

Lots of people do.

Llyr Owen. Yeah, of course.
This is about Nantwen.

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

Losing Llyr was...

We had plans.

Rhys Owen took all that from me.

From us.

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

Rhys Owen was in town today.

You saw him, didn't you?

He's only back for his father.

You don't have to be here.

Yes, I do.

No-one else in the family
wants to know you.

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

I suppose I wanted to know
what the truth was.

About what? About you.

Caryl. I'm serious.

Don't go thinking about him now,

for one of your stories.
All right, all right.

Mrs Lewis has decided,
with her family,

to move into more suitable
accommodation.

Have you not got any decency?

ENGINE REVS

Piece of shit.

If I were you, I'd stop asking
questions about me,

about '95, the whole thing.

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

Llyr wasn't just my cousin.

He was my best friend.

I didn't kill him.

CLATTERING

SHE GASPS

SHE SIGHS

THEY SCREAM

Oh, God.

What the hell are you doing?

I woke up early.

Couldn't get back to sleep,
so I thought I'd get an early start.

The window is banging.

Did you leave it open?

I was just taking stuff
to the studio.

It must have swung open.
Anyone could have come in.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. Just...

Just a bit jumpy, that's all.

Don't worry. Fine.

Long time no see.

All right?

It's been a while.

Yeah, time flies when
you're having fun.

Yeah.

Here.

Be careful with that.

Not really the point, but...

Rhys, it's Caryl.

About what you said about not asking
questions about what happened

in '95 and Llyr's murder -

you know, I've been there too.

I've been blamed, been lied to,
and it would've gone on forever

if someone hadn't started
asking questions.

So if you really are innocent,

don't you think we should be
asking questions?

ENGINE REVS

SIREN BLARES

PC Breckon. How can I help you?

Sergeant Breckon.
What's the emergency?

Well, erm...

For my dad. Incontinence pads.

Could you step out
of the car, please?

What's going on with that?

Oh, yeah. Someone tried to run me
off the road yesterday.

Did you report it?
Would there be any point?

You're not the only person
using the highway.

Did you get the reg number? No.

Description?

Black.

Tinted windows.

Report it. You can do it online.

Right, Mr Owen, you've committed
a moving traffic offence,

namely speeding.

I'm not going to issue
a ticket on this occasion,

but I will require a breath test
under Section 5

of the Road Traffic Act 1988.

Blow into this, please.

One long breath, like you're
blowing up a balloon.

Keep going.

Keep going.

BREATHALYSER BEEPS
Stop.

Good job I know you're a jobsworth,

otherwise I might think
you were picking on me.

OK. If you'd like to
remove the tube.

How's the family?

That brake light needs attention.

I'll sort it. Make sure you do.

CAR DRIVES AWAY

HORSE SNORTS SOFTLY

CAR DOOR SHUTS
Sian.

Is that Nico?

Yes.

He's 27 now.

80 in human years,

according to some chart
of my granddaughter's.

Oh, you're still a handsome boy,
aren't you? Mm-hm.

I didn't realise you had
any animals left.

Nico's the only one now.

And now we are selling, I'm not sure
what's gonna happen to him.

Oh, Mabli loved him so much.

It was the highlight of her week
coming here.

And now she prefers protesting.

And good on her, I say.

At least someone's still fighting.

That's why I'm here.

What happened to your fight, Sian?

It's complicated.

The land is in my son...

Dylan's name.

So when your father phoned him...

It was definitely Dad who phoned?

Yes.

Oh...

Robert made him a very good offer

and all things considered,
he accepted.

Did they ask you what you wanted?

EVE SIGHS

Greedy bastards.

I'm sorry.

And, erm...

How are you doing yourself?

I heard that Rhys Owen is back.

I'm just getting on with it.

What else can I do?

So it's only me who's supposed
to stand up to the bastards, then?

So, you're thinking about what
resources might help you.

OK? "Who do I speak to?" etc.

But the key when looking at that
research is always asking yourself,

"Does it raise new questions?"

OK, that's it for today.

Emile. Yep?

Is Eve around today?

Not till this afternoon, no.

Oh, hey, hey.

How's your research module going?

Yeah, good.

I've got a face-to-face with
a reporter later today.

Well, retired reporter, I mean.

What's your project again?

It's a local story from the '90s.

Pretty juicy.

Bombs, murder, all the good stuff.

I look forward to hearing
about it, then.

I'm not being funny, Rhys,

but you were going to be a rock star.

And look at you now, fixing cookers
and playing with plugs.

What are you doing with your life
that's so amazing?

Tosser.

Yeah, I know.

Aren't you sick of it?

The way we're treated like
half-wit proles,

expected to come grovelling
for any crumbs they throw at us?

You sound like my bloody father.

Maybe you should listen.
You might learn something.

This is everything I've got from
when I covered the whole story.

The court transcripts,
photographs, notes.

This is amazing.

Now, I wouldn't normally
share this, Caryl,

but I admire what you've done -

changing your life,
going back to college.

Thanks. That means a lot.

And I'll look after these,
I promise.

And yourself.

Yeah, I will. No, I mean it.

You could ruffle feathers with this.

I've heard rumours that Rhys Owen
might have been framed.

You don't think there's
anything in that, no?

He was up to his eyes
in the bomb plot.

He admits that.

He had a public punch-up
with his cousin

just before the murder.

He was ID'd fleeing
the explosion site.

And the big one -

his fingerprints were on
the murder weapon.

Sorry, murder weapon?

I thought Llyr died
in the explosion.

No, it was a set of bolt cutters.

He was brutally attacked,
struck from behind,

his skull fractured.

Oh. Yeah.

It's one thing to blow up
a construction site,

but another thing entirely to
cave in your cousin's head

and leave him there to die.

ON TELEVISION: And they're off.
A clean break from all runners

and it's Lightning Dance
who's first out in an early lead,

setting the pace on the outside.

Midnight Comet staying close
on the rail,

while Red Horizon slides up
between them, wasting no time.

They thunder through
the first corner.

Three wide at the front.

Red Horizon... All right?

RACING COMMENTARY CONTINUES

Dad? Bloody hell!

Why'd you do that?

Didn't you hear me come in?

I haven't got my hearing aid in.

And why not?

SHOUTING: Why not?

It fell out when I was upstairs.

Where'd you drop it?

Toilet.

Fell down the pan.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Can you see it?

No.

TOILET FLUSHES

Excuse me.

Are you Mabli?

Yeah.

I saw your video at the exhibition.

Oh.

I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Sorry, I thought you were
gonna have a go.

For these.

Oh, no, no.

Have you got a minute for a chat?

I'm from Llanemlyn and I want to
write about what happened in '95.

Sorry! Caryl.

I'm a student here, journalism.

Your mum is one of my lecturers.

Poor you.

No, she's great.

Well, most of the time.

Actually, I've got a bit
of time now.

Great. Yes, please. Thanks.

That's Alan Owen,
my grandad on my dad's side,

and that's his brother Bryn.

It was taken in '67.

Have you met him? Bryn. No.

But I'd like to.

Brothers in arms.

They were,

until Alan went to work
for Robert Davies.

That's my other grandfather.

Robert Davies is Eve's father?

SHE CHUCKLES

His company was...

Is connected to the
reservoir expansion plans.

How does that work
with your protesting?

It doesn't.

But I believe in what I'm doing
and I hope he respects that.

I'm sorry if this sounds dumb,

but what do you believe in?

In our right to say no
to the expansion.

That reservoir displaced people
once already.

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

and now they want to come back
and do it to us again?

I met Rhys Owen at your exhibition.

He was here? Yeah.

I didn't know who he was at the time.

Did he say anything
about my dad? No.

But I have spoken to him since.

He claims that he didn't kill Llyr.

Well, hardly breaking news.

It's what he's always said.

Does my mam know you're
writing about this?

No, I haven't told her yet.

KNOCK AT DOOR

BRYN: Rhys!

Rhys!

Eve.

Can I come in?

Yeah, of course.

DOOR SHUTS

Bryn. How are you?

Deaf as a post.

SHOUTING: How are you?

Like a lion.

You?

BRYN SIGHS

I'm sure you've got
a lot of catching up to do.

I'm sorry if I upset you. Don't you
ever come to my house again.

Things don't have to be like this,
you know.

You should never have
come back here,

or just assumed that
we'd all be OK with that.

I didn't kill Llyr.

I loved him.

You know I did.
Yeah, I don't give a fuck

about your deluded version
of events.

Now, you stay away from us

or I'll report you to the police
for harassment.

I met Mabli.

I saw her work in the college.

She's very talented

and passionate,

like her parents.

Don't you dare.

Ever.

And don't you threaten me.

Ever.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Well, at least there weren't
any fisticuffs this time.

Studying going all right?

I met the reporter who covered
Rhys Owen's trial

for the Western Herald.

I thought I'd warned you not to get
involved with all that business.

I didn't realise that
you were a witness.

Well, why would you?

Llyr and Rhys Owen
had a fight in here

a couple of days before
the explosion.

Yes.

It was a shame to see them like that.

What was the fight about?

Oh, I don't know.

All I heard was, "Your father this"
and "Your father that".

So it was about Bryn and Alan Owen?

Of course it was.

Bryn never forgave Alan for taking
that job on the reservoir.

They could have let it go
for the kids.

No. Bryn...
SHE SCOFFS

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

Oh, that's so sad. Mm.

Right, do you want a pudding?

Because I need to get rid of
a sticky toffee. No.

OK.

Hello?

Hiya. Oh, hiya.

I'm making a salad with halloumi.
That all right?

Mm. Lovely.

Want one?

No, thanks.

I met one of your students today.

Oh, yeah. Which one?

Caryl.

She saw my piece at the college,

wanted to ask me
a couple of questions.

About your dad?

About the past, the reservoir.

She wants to write about
what happened.

And with Rhys Owen being back,

maybe we can understand what
really happened that night.

Understand?

Your dad was killed 30 years ago

and the man who did it
was lawfully banged up.

What else is there to know?

I don't want you talking
to Caryl again.

DOOR OPENS

You all right?

I'm late.

Someone's persuaded Mrs Lewis
not to sell up.

I've just had a call from her son.

And she's instructed a solicitor
and she won't talk to me.

You win some, you lose some.

And she will lose.

And all her money,
paying for that solicitor.

And for what, eh?

To cling on to that damp pile
of stones she lives in?

But she loves that
damp pile of stones.

And she won't lose her money.

Her solicitor is giving her
a reduced rate

and I'm chipping in.

Ah!

Why do you love undermining me, Eve?

What you and Dylan have done
is disgusting.

Ganging up on his mother to
manipulate her out of her home.

Look, look, look, look, look.

Just come and look at the bungalow
we've got planned for her.

I mean, it's lovely.
It's got a new kitchen, rose garden.

I'd live there myself.
Fine - if it's your choice.

Not fine if you've been
bullied into it.

Well, Dylan thinks it's the
best thing for his mother.

And there's no bullying about it.

So you'll come and look at
the bungalow, yeah?

Without forgiveness,
you'll never really be free

as the transgressor if that
forgiveness is not forthcoming.

If what you've done is
considered unforgivable,

can you try to find peace in
forgiving yourself?

You just have to accept
that you can't control

what she says about you.

She just fucking lies.

I know, but right now you've got
a war going on in your head

about what she's saying about you
and you can't do anything about it,

so you just let it go.

It's not that easy.
No, it is that easy.

What's going on right now?

My girlfriend's mum's saying
shit about me. No, no.

What are you doing right now?

Trying to understand why...
No, no, no, no.

What are you doing right now?

Sitting here.

Sitting here, talking to
my knobhead councillor.

How does it feel?

Fucking hell.

Yeah, it's all right.

Hmm.

Eve.

Oh, Caryl.

You sent me an email.

I'm so sorry I didn't get
a chance to get back to you.

I'm always chasing my tail.
It's OK. You're busy.

Um... Can we talk now?

I've literally got a minute,
but yeah. Shall we, um...?

Yeah, great.

EVE SIGHS

So I've been thinking about
what you said before

and if I want to bag this job
with the Herald,

I need to write about something
that I care about.

So I've decided to write about
Nantwen reservoir.

Yeah, Mabli did tell me that
you'd spoken to her.

Yeah, I can't believe
she's your daughter.

I mean it was her exhibition that
got me started on this, actually.

Really made me realise that
there is a whole history of

conflict attached to Nantwen
in '69 and in '95,

and I didn't know about it.
I mean, not properly.

This is... It's huge.

So how were you thinking
I could help you?

Well, obviously, it's not just
about the reservoir, is it?

Llyr Owen and his family are
an integral part of this story,

and I was wondering whether you

would be willing to talk to me
about him.

EVE CHUCKLES

Look, Caryl. Er...

I don't think it would be relevant
or appropriate.

Even if I wasn't one
of your lecturers,

I wouldn't be comfortable
discussing my personal history.

Yeah, of course. I get that.

Yeah, why don't you focus on
the current-day protests?

Yes, and I totally want to do that.

But it's like you said before -
the past informs the present.

So... Yeah, look at
what's happening now.

That's what people will care about.

Yeah, but...
Yeah, well, I'm really sorry, Caryl.

But, erm...

I can't help you.

OK.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Fuck.

GROANING

Jesus!

What the hell are you doing, boy?

What the hell are you doing?

What's all this blood everywhere?

You'll give yourself a heart attack.

Why didn't you answer me
when I called you?

Didn't have my hearing aid.

I was pruning the roses
without my spectacles on.

It's a hell of a cut.

Come downstairs, so I can take
a proper look at it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hi. Hiya.

I've been thinking a lot
since we spoke.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Yeah, of course.

Have you talked any more
to Rhys Owen?

About my dad or anything.

No.

I did try to speak
to your mum, though.

What did she say?

She wasn't that keen on
discussing the past.

Sounds about right.

I did manage to speak to someone
who covered the case in '95.

Yeah?

The evidence against Rhys Owen
was pretty strong.

This looks like one of
Auntie Megan's.

She took a load of the protests.

Megan Breckon? Yeah.

Yeah, she was a photographer.

It was her video of Llyr
I used at the exhibition.

I did business with Megan for years.

I had no idea she was
a photographer.

She gave it all up after Dad died.

Look at them together.

I wonder why it went so wrong.

You thought someone had broken in,
didn't you?

No.

It was just odd.

The blood, and I forgot
about the hearing aid.

You were scared.

You've made a lot of enemies
around here.

People hate you.

I could always go back to Swansea.

You'd be buggered then, wouldn't you?

Hmm? On your own.

Like I was in prison.

What could I have done?

Showed up.

Written to me.

Helped me appeal.

Anything.

Why didn't you visit me?

I had no-one. Why are you
bringing all this up now?

You're here. We're all right.

SHOUTING: We're not all right!

We're not all right!

I spent 22 years in the prison
for something I didn't do,

and you never once told me
what the fuck happened.

Because I didn't know!

How, could I? Oh, come on.

With your contacts?

No-one knew anything.

As far as I knew,
you could have been guilty.

Oh!

Oh, so that's it, is it?

You didn't believe me?

Well...

...you weren't completely innocent,
were you?

Were you?

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

I wanted to speak to your mother.

She wouldn't want you to be here.
I know.

What are you doing here?

You owe me some answers.

I owe you nothing.

Mabli, go inside.

Now leave,
or I'm calling the police.

Why did you lie to me?

Why did you say those things
in court?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mabli, please.

I need to know. I need to know.

Please.

Leave, or I'm calling.

Oh, God.

EVE SIGHS

OK.

It's OK.

What did he mean?

Mam!

BELL RINGS

Hope you've got a health
and safety certificate.

Oh, who am I gonna to sue
if I have an accident?

Myself?

Still got your butcher's muscles, then.

Thought they'd have wasted away
now you're a student.

Oh, no. I still get plenty of
exercise, don't worry.

Oh, yeah? Like this, is it?

No way. I can't handle the
hangovers any more.

Oh, you're not the only one.

I wanted to have
a little chat with you...

...about this.

Er...

Where did you get it?

Gillian Morris Jones.
She's a journalist.

But why have you got it?

Well, I'm thinking about
writing a story

about the reservoir
and the town, and erm...

Oh, and Mabli mentioned
that you might have

more photos from this time.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.

I'm such a rhino
just barging in here,

talking about your brother
like that. No.

No, it's fine. It's just...

...a surprise, seeing it. That's all.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's a really
interesting take, but...

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, sorry. I could come back later.

No. No, we're just wrapping up.

So, um...

Yeah, take a look at the other women
and see if you can give them

that same deeper perspective.

OK. Thanks.

Thanks. Bye. Bye.

You know not to come to my office.

Sorry. I just had a lecture
in an hour.

I wondered if you wanted
to do something after.

No. I've got students to see.

You OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Eve, I'm here for you.

If there's anything you need,
I just want to help.

I don't need help.

I just need everyone to back off.

OK.

No, I'm sorry.

Please try to understand.

I'm here if you need me.

DOOR SHUTS

Shit.

What was he like, Llyr?

He was a good person at heart.

I don't know if you knew, but Mum
died when we were still at school.

So Dad had to work all hours
and Llyr was

fragile, you know?

Easily influenced by people
with an agenda.

Like who?

Bryn and Rhys Owen, among others.

And when Dad got a job
on the reservoir,

Bryn started dripping poison
into Llyr's ear,

calling his own brother
a scab and a traitor.

And it turned Llyr against him.

But, you know, Dad, he was just
trying to provide for us.

Killed him in the end.

The doctors blame the drink,
but I blame Bryn.

Must be hard for you,
seeing them both in the town still.

And I blame them both
for Llyr's death.

Rhys might have killed him,
but Bryn made Rhys the person he is.

Llyr grew up surrounded by love.

Rhys had nothing but hate.

Red kite.

MABLI CHUCKLES

Do you remember the time that one
landed in the garden?

Oh, no. You were in prison.

I've got your new hearing aid.

Can't wait to try that one.

What did you mean,
about my mum lying?

Does she know you're here?

No.

It's not my place to tell.

Right.

So, nobody will.

OK, we can talk.

But not here.

Come on.

DOOR OPENS

DOOR SHUTS
Mam?

Mabli asked me to bring these back.
Where do you want them?

Er... Leave them there and
I'll put them back in the garage.

It's all right. I can do that.

Oh, and she also asked me to ask you
if you had any more of Llyr.

Maybe. I'll have a look
when I have time.

Hari! Cup of tea.

Great!

This is where we used to hang out.

I used to come here with my friends.

Llyr did that. Really?

Yeah.

I've seen this loads of times.

Maybe you should listen.
You might learn something.

All right? Can we help you?

You came!

SHE CHUCKLES

Um... So, Rhys, this is Eve.

Eve, Rhys.

All right?

I know who she is.

What's she doing here?

Er, "she"?

Eve's my girlfriend.

Oh! Um, did you do this?

Yeah. Oh, wow.

I love it.

I can see him here
like it was yesterday.

And Eve.

It's true.

This is where we met.

This is where we fell in love.

SHE SCOFFS

No. Bullshit. I don't know why
she lied about us then,

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

...we were together.

I have to go. Mabli, please.
Get out of my way.

I just wanted to answer
your question.

Fuck!

PHONE PINGS

Er...

I've been thinking about
what you said.

Oh, yeah?

Caryl, I think I've met my daughter.

What do you mean, your daughter?

Mabli.

It was her work we were looking at
in the exhibition.

You and Eve?

Oh! No wonder she didn't
want to talk to me.

You know Eve Davies?

She's one of my tutors.

What?

Is...
Is that why you and Llyr fell out?

Fell out? Yeah, you were seen
arguing in the pub.

No, no, no. Hang on a minute.
Is that why it ended up

the way that it did, because of Eve?

It was more complicated than that.

What was, the argument
or your motive?

Who told you this?

I've been talking to a lot people.

Ah.

I've found out a lot about you,

and the evidence against you.

From who?

Come on, Caryl.
You know what this town is like.

You've been blamed
and lied about yourself.

Please, you've got to trust me.

No, I haven't got to do anything.

And you know what? I've been lying
to people quite a bit recently too,

and I don't like it.
I don't like misleading people.

You need to grow up.

Excuse me? What, did you think
it was going to be easy?

That you were going to
flip open your notebook

and everyone would just roll over
and start talking?

No.

You've got to prise it out of them.

What, like the fact that you
could be a brutal killer?

No, no. Listen, listen, listen.

Listen. Just...

Just give me a chance, OK?

OK?

There was someone else
there that night.

What? Another car.

Well, did you tell the police?

Of course I did.
They said there was no evidence,

but I know what I saw. Then appeal.

Force them to reopen the case.

What, you think I didn't try?

I need new evidence,
some kind of proof.

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.

The person driving that car
could be Llyr's murderer.

Rhys?

Is that you?

What the hell?

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