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Who 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.

People don't want the reservoir
extension.

Lots of people do.

Keir Owen.

Yeah, of course. This is about not when.

He died trying to blow it up in the 90s.
Living here was... We had plans.

Theresa Owen took all that from me.

From us.

I'm sorry, but we can't serve him 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'd want to know

what the truth was.

About what? About you.

Caldwell, 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. I ain't got any, dear.

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.

If he wasn't just my cousin, he was my
best friend.

I woke up early.

Couldn't get back to sleep, so I
thought, yeah, I know who's that.

The window was banging.

Did you leave it open?

I was just picking stuff for the studio.

Must have swung open. Anyone could have
come in.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm fine.

It's a bit jumpy, this all.

Long time no see.

Been a while.

Time flies when you're having fun.

Yeah.

Be careful with that.

Not really the point.

Rhys, it's Carol.

About what you said, about not asking
questions about what happened in 95 and

Cleo's murder.

No, I've been there too.

I've been blamed, been lied to, and it
would have 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?

P .C. Bracken. How can I help you?
Sergeant Bracken. What's the emergency?

Oh.

For my dad.

Incontinence pads.

You stop by the Catholic.

What's gone on with that?

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

Did you report it?

Would there be any point?

We're not the only person using the
highway.

Do you have the reg number?

No.

Description?

Black.

Tinted windows.

Reporter, you can do it online.

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

not going to wish you a ticket on this
occasion, but it will require a breath

under Section 5 of Old Traffic Act 1988.

Some blow into this, please.

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

Keep going.

Keep going.

Keep going.

Stop.

Good job. I know you're a jobsworth,
otherwise I might think you were picking

me.

Okay.

I'd like to remove the tube.

How's the family?

That brake light needs attention.

I'll sort it. Make sure you do.

Sian. Is that Nico?

Yes. He's 27 now.

Or 80 in human years, according to some
chart of my granddaughter.

Oh, you're still a handsome boy, aren't
you?

But I didn't realise you had any animals
left.

Oh, Nico's the only one now.

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

Oh, Mably loved him so much.

With the highlight of her week coming
here.

And now she prefers protesting.

Good on her, I say.

At least someone's still fighting.

Well, that's why I'm here.

What happened to your fight, Sian?

complicated.

The land is in my son, uh, the land
name.

So when your father phoned him, it was
definitely dad who phoned. Yes.

Oh, Robert made him a very good author
and all things considered, he accepted.

Did they ask you what you wanted?

And, um, how are you doing yourself?

I heard that, uh, she's the one who's
back.

I'm just getting on with it.

What else can I do?

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

then?

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

Okay, uh, who do I speak to, et cetera.

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

raise new questions?

Okay, that's it for today.

Emile? Yep. Are you 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 are
going to be a rock star.

Look at you now, fixing cookers and
playing with plugs.

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

Tossing.

Yeah, I know.

Aren't you sick of it? The way we're
treated like half -wit fools expected to

come groveling 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.

Record transcripts, photographs, notes.
This is amazing.

I wouldn't normally share this, Carol,
but I don't mind 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 with his eyes on the bomb
plot. He admits that.

He had a public punch -up with his
cousin just before the murder.

He was ID'd being with the voting sites.

And the big one... ..fingerprints were
on the murder weapon.

Pardon?

Murder weapon.

I thought she had died in the explosion.

No. It was a set of bolt cutters.

She was brutally attacked, struck from
behind, her skull fractured.

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.

Dad. Bloody hell.

Why did you do that?

I didn't hear me come in.

I haven't got my urinary then.

Why not?

Why not?

I fell out when I was upstairs.

Where did you drop it?

Toilet.

Fell down the pan.

No!

Excuse me.

Are you Madly?

Yeah. I saw your video.

The exhibition.

Oh. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Sorry, I thought you were going to have
a go.

With 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, Carol.

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.

That's his brother, Bryn.

They were taken in 67.

Have you met him, Bryn? No.

But I'd like to.

Brothers in arms.

They were.

Till Alan went to work for Robert Davis.

That's my other grandfather.

Robert Davis is Eve's father?

His company was... is... connected to
the Reservoir

Expansion Fund.

How does that work with your protesting?

It doesn't.

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

And 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 from
happening in the 90s.

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

I met Priest Owen at your exhibition.

He was here?

Yes. 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 his dear.

Hardly breaking news.

That's what he's always said.

Does my mom know you're writing about
this?

No, I haven't told her yet.

Eve?

Can I come in?

How are you?

Dev is a post.

How are you?

Like a lion.

You?

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 have never have come

back here.

Confumed that we'd all be OK with that.

I didn't kill Cleo.

I loved him.

You know I did. I don't give a fuck
about your deluded version of offence.

Now you stay away from us, or I'll
report you to the police for harassment.

I met Mabley.

I saw her work in the college.

She's very talented.

Don't you dare.

Don't you threaten me.

Ever.

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

Is the dean going all right?

I met the reporter who covered Theresa
Wynne's trials 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?

She and Theresa Wynne had a fight in
here a couple of days before the

Yes.

It was the same, to see them like that.

What was the fight about?

Oh, I don't know.

But all I heard was, your father this,
then your father that.

I thought 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?

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

Oh, that's so sad.

Right, do you want the pudding?

Because I need to get rid of a sticky
toffee.

No.

Okay.

Hello.

Hiya.

Hiya.

I'm making a salad with gloomy.

All right?

Lovely.

Want one?

No, thanks.

I met one of your students today.

Oh, yeah?

Which one?

Carl.

Saw my piece at 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 Ruth 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 Carol again.

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 paid 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

I mean, ganging up on his mother to
manipulate her out of her home. Look,

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

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 come and look at the bungalow,
yeah?

Without forgiveness, you'll never really
be free.

As a 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

fucking lies.

No, 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

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, no,

no.

What are you doing right now?

Sitting here? Mm -hmm.

Sitting here talking to my knobhead
counsellor?

How does it feel?

Fucking hell.

Yeah, it's all right.

You sent me an email. I'm so sorry I
didn't get a chance to get back to you.

always chasing myself. It's OK.

Can we talk now?

I've literally got a minute, but, yeah,
shall we...? Yeah, great.

So, I've been thinking about what you
said before,

and if I want to bag this job at the
Herald, I need to write about something

that... I care about.

So I've decided to write about Nant Wen
Reservoir.

Yeah, Mabley did tell me that you'd
spoken to her. Yeah, I can't believe

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

Nant Wen in 69 and 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?

Clare 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.

Look, Carol, 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. 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.

Yeah, look at what's happening now.

That's what people will care about.

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

Jesus! What the hell are you doing, boy?
What the hell are you doing?

What's all this blood everywhere?

You gave yourself a heart attack.

You answer me when I call you.

Didn't have my ear in it.

I was thrown in the roses without my
spectacles on.

It's a hell of a cut.

Come downstairs.

I can take a proper look at it.

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 Risa 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 Bracken? Yeah.

Yeah, she was a photographer.

It was her video of Schlier 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 that night.

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.

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 buggered then, wouldn't you?

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. We're not
all right! We're not alright!

I spent 22 years in the prison for
something I didn't do, and you never

told me what the fuck happened!

Because I didn't know!

How could I? Come on!

With your contacts!

No one knew anything!

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

Oh, so that's it, is it?

You didn't believe me.

You weren't completely innocent, were
you?

Were you?

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.

Madly, 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.

Mabley, please.

I need to know. I need to know. Please.

Leave, or I'm calling.

Oh, God.

Okay.

It's okay.

What's the name of this?

Bump.

Hope you've got a health and safety
certificate.

Who am I going 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
anymore.

Oh, you're not the only one.

I wanted to have a little chat with you.

About this.

Uh, where did you get it?

Uh, 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,

um, well, Mabley 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...

I'm surprised seeing it, that's all.

Yes.

Yeah, it's a really interesting take,
but... Oh, sorry, I could come back

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.
Wondered if you wanted to do something

after.

No. I've got students to see.

You okay?

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 me up.

Okay? No, I'm sorry.

Please try to understand.

I'm here if you need me.

What was he like, clear?

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 Lisa Owen, among others.

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 Leah 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 Leah's death.

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

Clare grew up surrounded by love.

Rhys had nothing but hate.

Redcoats.

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

Oh, no.

You were in prison.

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?

Right. So nobody will.

Okay, we can talk.

I'm not here.

Come on.

Ma 'am?

Mabley asked me to bring these back.

Where do you want them?

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

Oh, it's all right. I can do that.

Oh, um, she also asked me to ask you if
you had any more of fear.

Uh, maybe.

I'll have a look when I have time.

Okay. This is where we used to hang out.

Used to come here with my friends.

Claire 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.

So, Rhys, this is Eve.

Eve Rhys.

All right.

I know who she is.

What's she doing here?

She?

Eve's my girlfriend.

Oh, 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.

No.

Bullshit. I don't know why she lied
about us then. I don't know why she's

now. But we were together.

You know, I have to go. Natalie, please.
Get out of my way. I just wanted to

answer your question.

I've been thinking about what you said.

Oh, yeah?

Carol, I think I've met my daughter.

What do you mean, your daughter?

Madly. 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 Davis?

She's one of my tutors.

What?

Is that why you and Lear 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 of people.

Oh.

I found out a lot about you.

And the evidence against you.

I don't know.

Come on, Carol, 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 have 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 prize it, haven't you?

Well, like the fact that you could be a
brutal killer.

No, no, listen, listen, listen.

Listen, just, just, just give me a
chance, okay?

Okay?

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.

Well, you think I didn't try?

I need new evidence, some kind of proof.

Please, Carol, if you help me clear my
name, I promise you I will help you get

story that no one else could ever get.

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