All language subtitles for 02-Keeping Faith (Un Bore Mercher) S02E02 1080P x264 RB58-eng

They refused to believe me, Faith.

Mrs Howells, will you ensure...

...that your children
have no contact with Mr Baldini?

Yes .

Love you.

Love you.
Say ta-ta, Mam! Ta-ta! Ta-ta, Mam!

Madlen Vaughan, I am charging you...

...with the murder of your husband,
William Andras Vaughan.

What's your endgame here?

I understand that your firm
acts tor Curran Energy.

Get me the right deal
and we'll call it quits.

My dad's over there.

Do not defend Madlen Vaughan.

Are you being serious?

Are you being serious?
You've never done a murder case.

She's the easiest person to charge.
Innocent until proven guilty.

Why aren't you helping me?

Faith, please!

Someone likes you.

You're being transferred tomorrow.

Come on, Rhods.

It's not that bad.

I think he's got that rash again.

I think he's got that rash again.
What? Where?

On his tummy.

Let's have a look at you.

Get your stuff, love.
Don't forget your new trainers.

Alys!

It's not bad. You'll live.

I Go on, then.l

Boys. They're so different,
aren't they?

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 to pick you up.

Detention at lunchtime.
That's what Mrs Cottrell said.

Your point being...?

Your point being...?
Alys, stop it!

I think she looks stupid.

I think she looks stupid.
Hey!

I saw that, Alys. Get a move on.

Keys!

Keys!
On the table.

Come on, let's go!

Are we all happy?

Seatbelt, please.

'I love you, Faith.'

Funny way of showing it.

Oh!

Right!

Will you pick me up tonight?

You'll have to walk. Sorry, love.

I can't knock off early every day.

Can I go to Alys's house? Arthur
doesn't mind me chilling with them.

OK. Text me.

Let me know what's happening.

Let me know what's happening.
Thanks, Dad.

Sorry, Mrs Vaughan.
There's nothing we can do.

Maybe you should go and see...

Madlen, it's Faith. What's going on?

Madlen, it's Faith. What's going on?
They want me to plead guilty, Faith.

Who? Your lawyers?

Who? Your lawyers?
I got rid of them.

The trial starts on Monday.
Faith, you're the only one I trust.

My credit's running out, Faith.

We'll take your case, Mrs Vaughan.

We'll take your case, Mrs Vaughan.
We had an agreement.

Six weeks ago.
She's been let down twice now.

Faith and I will step in.

You can't. You're too busy.

You can't. You're too busy.
I can rearrange the diary.

Call Thompson & Green.
We need the file.

Let's get those papers.

Let's get those papers.
Thanks, Delyth.

They don't know what they're doing.

Evan would never let this happen.

Thank you, but why?

I've been drafting lease agreements
for three weeks.

My mind was starting to wander
to some scary places.

OK, go and grab them.

Thank you.

Fingerprints... ballistics.

Madog Jones, he's the farmhand.

They're so impetuous.

They're high street
solicitor advocates, not QCs.

I would never take on such a case.

I would never take on such a case.
But Evan did. And he won.

Where's her statement? Got it.

Are you OK?

Sit down.

I worry I'll never see Dyfan again.

He's still with his aunt?

They refused to believe me, Faith.

They just stared at me
like I was a barefaced liar.

I'm sorry. So sorry.

OK. Shall we get started?

So, the case against you
isn't strong.

Your story
tallies with the evidence...

...and it seems the police have made
no effort to look for anyone else.

This is where we need your help.

We need a name.

Who would do this?

Hmm?

Will wanted to build houses
on the fields.

If he'd got planning,
it would've solved your problems.

If he'd got planning.

According to this, the farm accounts
were frozen for months.

Whoa!

Ninety grand in the red.

Where was the money coming from?

You weren't starving, Madlen.

Will must've been borrowing

Madlen?

You never discussed it?

You never discussed it?
I stopped trying.

I wasn't feeling well.
They think I've got MS.

Oh, no. Madlen.

They've put me on some tablets.

They've put me on some tablets.
How are things?

They don't know.

They want to carry out more tests.

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 was wrong?

No. Not at all.

Don't worry.

Right. OK.

I'd have looked at the books.

I'd have looked at the books.
What if he didn't let her?

Helpless innocent?

Ninety grand? Come on.

Ninety grand? Come on.
Oh, no!

An email from the prosecution.

They want to name a new witness.
Guess who?

He's after a woman half his age...

He's after a woman half his age...
Every man over 40.

...who happens to be my best friend.

...who happens to be my best friend.
Tom?

Mm-hmm.

Mind games. Smart move, fair play.

Shitbags.

A witness for the prosecution?

A witness for the prosecution?
I had no choice.

When did they approach you?

Oh, no.

You went to them?

Will Vaughan was my client.
I'd known him since he was a boy.

Low blow, Tom.

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.

I can't shake the feeling
that you're playing with me.

I'm not going back to London
until I've got the Reardons.

You owe me Gayle.

You owe me Gayle.
And I'll deliver Gayle.

These things take time.

Steve Baldini and your wife.

Just how close are they?

I'll be in touch.

Can't sleep?

Dad did a murder case once.

Have the kids at school
been saying stuff to upset you?

Talk to me.

Alys?

Do you still love Dad?

Yes .

Just because of us?

Just because of us?
No.

Come on.

We don't have secrets any more,
do we?

Come on.

If you win this case...

Mm...?

...can I have
my belly button pierced?

Only if I can have
a full-back tattoo of Rick Astley.

Who?

Who?
An absolute legend, Alys.

And he's still going strong.

Do what you like. You can't stop me.

PHONE

Faith, we have 24 hours.

I'm on my way.

You're visiting Evan.

No, I'm not.

See you in a minute. OK?

What are you doing, Faith?

Thank you.

What do you reckon? A bit different.

How, Evan?

I've been a good boy.

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

And then...

...maybe some home leave.

I've taken over
Madlen Vaughan's defence.

The trial starts tomorrow.

She has no idea who killed him.

You knew Will.

Any idea who might have killed him?

I need your help.

He was in debt to someone.

Had he fallen out with anyone?

Think, Evan, please.

Please.

This is more your field than mine.

Where would someone
who needed to borrow money 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. It kills me.

That smile. It kills me.
I've got to go.

Thank you for the text.

But if you get caught with a phone
in here, Evan...

...you'll be straight back to Cat B.

What text?

A loyal, trusting, dutiful woman.

The only thing Madlen is guilty of
is being too good a wife and mother.

That's our narrative.
We hammer it every chance we get.

Perfect.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

We can't afford
to miss a thing tomorrow.

Perfect.

Do me a favour.

Stay away from Evan
until this is over.

Just a minute.

Corran Energy. It's been six weeks,
now Dublin are climbing the walls.

I promised them
the deal would be done by now.

There's interest from another party.

There's interest from another party.
What interest?

I don't know.

I don't know.
Find out!

Here. You'll get a message
with instructions.

I'm about to start a murder trial.

Oh! Maybe I 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.

Clear it.

Keeping yourself busy, constable?

Continuity, sir. I always like to
photograph every piece of evidence.

You know
what defence lawyers are like.

No harm in bells and whistles.

Is there something troubling you?

Is there something troubling you?
No, sir.

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 many levels.

I won't have my authority questioned
or my case undermined. Understood?

Perfectly, sir.

Perfectly, sir.
Good.

# If I could hold you

# If only for a second
I could hold you

# Let the fear rage on

# Clinging 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

# Can 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 #

The prison Van's arrived.

Mrs Howells?

Hayden Swancott. Hayden.

Nice to meet you.

Your junior?

Your junior?
Colleague. Cerys Jones.

Listen, we're prepared to consider
realistic offers.

Manslaughter.
On grounds of provocation?

No, thank you.

Four or five years' imprisonment
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...

...bore all the hallmarks...

...of a most deliberate execution.

Committed by an unlikely...

...but ruthless
and wholly unrepentant...

...executioner.

They argued day and night.
It had gone on for months.

Mr Jones, as their sole employee,
someone close to both of them...

...how would you describe...

...the state of their marriage
at the time of Mr Vaughan's death?

Not happy. Not at all.

Will Vaughan spent five years...

...failing to get permission to
build houses on that ten-acre field.

Yes .

He was flat broke.

He was flat broke.
Not my business to know.

He didn't mention
any problems to you?

No, never.

And you didn't guess?

Not even when he cut your hours?

He never told you
anything of a personal nature...

...during the 15 years
you worked for him?

No.

What about Madlen Vaughan?

Was she a quiet, cold person?

No.

Madlen's always been kind to me.

She's a great mother too.

Mr Swancott described her
as a 'ruthless executioner'.

No... no.

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'd put in for planning again,
for the third time.

He was looking at over £1 million
when the debts were cleared.

Was Madlen Vaughan aware of this?

Was Madlen Vaughan aware of this?
Oh, yes.

She was fuming
the last time it was refused.

She'd set her sights
on a villa in Portugal.

She told you this?

She had brochures
on the kitchen table.

She wanted to live 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.

She wanted the money.

Spending money.

Something I'm failing to understand,
Mrs Lewis...

...is how your brother was getting by
after the bank froze his account.

Loan sharks?

Mrs Lewis?

Is there something
you should have told the police?

Something you should tell the jury?

My Lord...

We lent him £20,000.

Me and my husband.

This loan.

Was it secured against anything?

No.

No.
No? What was it then?

A gamble, on a failing business?

Must be nice
to have that sort of money to waste.

He's my brother.

He was my brother.

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 insinuating?

What are you insinuating?
Nothing. I'm establishing the facts.

The jury can make of it
what they will.

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 someone.

Yeah.

Yeah.
Yeah.

Two shots fired
at a range of what, 40 feet?

Two wounds
neatly grouped five inches apart.

That requires some skill.

A good eye. Steady hands.

It requires
a level of expertise, yes.

Professional skill.

Professional skill.
Competence, certainly.

And the bloodstain on her coat cuff.

There could have been
traces of blood on the grass...

...where she stooped
to pick up the gun.

I suppose so.

Thank you, Dr Collins.

All rise.

All they've got

No compelling motive.

No compelling motive.
This business about the villa.

I was only dreaming.

I can't believe she thought that.

My point is could Hannah have...?

Where the gun is kept?

Reasonable doubt.
But it isn't enough.

What about Madog Jones?

I bet he can shoot.

Why would he protect Madlen?

Shit. Rhodri's prescription.

I've got to collect it.

I've got to collect it.
Faith! Hold on.

She'll run out of luck soon enough.

She'll run out of luck soon enough.
And if she doesn't?

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Yes, sir?

Detective Inspector Breeze,
Swansea CID.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Sampson's had stowaways
coming in from Rosslare.

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

I need you
to do a Dublin run tomorrow.

Can't do it. We agreed shifts.

Can't do it. We agreed shifts.
Holyhead. 9 o'clock.

You can have my notice.
I've got a little girl at home.

Just a regular family guy.
And how's Faith buying that?

Doesn't seem to be working.

I should be careful or you'll
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. I think
you might be wasting your time.

I'll be the judge of that.

Alright.
Sort me another driver for Dublin.

And clean the crap off the 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...

Faith, if you're having a crisis...
No, I'm fine. I'm here.

And I have an idea.

My Lord, 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 Jones.

Mr Jones, how good a shot are you?

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

You've been firing a gun for years,
I expect.

Madlen Vaughan, what about her?

Madlen Vaughan, what about her?
No idea.

I've never seen her with a gun.

I've never seen her with a gun.
You've never seen her with a gun?

That's a significant detail,
Mr Jones.

Why didn't you mention it sooner?

Like in your statement
to the police?

Mr Jones?

Is there a reason for it?

Yes. I was trying to protect her.

Before I went to market, I heard her
shouting, "Who is she?" at him.

Mrs Vaughan shouting, "Who is she?"

Mrs Vaughan shouting, "Who is she?"
My Lord?

Mr Jones's testimony...

...is that he witnessed Mrs Vaughan
saying those words...

...not what she may have meant
by saying, "Who is she?"

It was in March.

William Vaughan came to me
for advice...

...on how his assets might be divided
in the event of a divorce.

Was it his intention
to leave his wife?

He didn't specify that.

Then what specific advice
did he want?

If things worked out with the field,
he'd make a lot of money.

He wanted advice
on how to protect his assets.

He sought ways to conceal assets?

He sought ways to conceal assets?
He wouldn't be the first.

Nice guy.

Was there any suggestion
from Mr Vaughan...

...as to why
his was an unhappy marriage?

Another woman, perhaps?

Leading the witness.

Leading the witness.
Answer the question, Mr Howells.

But please ignore
counsel's suggested answer.

He did confide in me that there was
a dark side to her character...

...which she kept hidden.

Unpredictable rages...

Unpredictable rages...
Hearsay and innuendo.

Mrs Howells, do you have
any questions for 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 who attempted to
hide money from his wife and child.

I merely advised him on the law.

Do you now regret
giving him that advice?

It's not a question of regret.

I was doing my job.

Yes - hiding the truth.

Thank you, Mr Howells.

You've been most helpful.

If you won't trust me, Madlen,
I can't help you.

What was the "Who is she?" business?

Life imprisonment.

Call it 15 years.

How old will Dyfan be?

Twenty four or twenty five?

Alright. We're leaving, Cerys.

There were pictures in the post.

Photographs.

A young, blonde woman.

They were in a car.
All over each other.

Any idea who sent them or took them?

Madlen?

I told him to choose - me or her.

Then I left.

I didn't shoot him.

What did you do with them?

What did you do with them?
I threw them on the fire.

Are there any more?

Nobody can find out
about the photographs.

Which means, Madlen,
you can't go into the witness box.

They'll think
I've got something to hide.

You do.

See you in the morning. Cerys.

Bollocks!

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

OK, we need to talk.
I'll buy us a drink.

No, thank you.

Bollocks!

Evan.

Have a seat.

Your wife's doing well.

Quite a performer.

There's a chance she might win,
which would be a shame...

...because Madlen Vaughan
is definitely guilty.

Do you ever
try to win an argument at home...

...or do you just sit 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
and went to run a little errand.

£20,000 in used notes.

The shop owner issues
a backdated receipt for a Rolex...

...which she then buys back,
minus a cut.

I think that's how it works.
He wasn't desperate to help.

I'll wait until the verdict and 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...

...Steve Baldini won't be able to
get his hands on her.

See you later, Angie. Ta-ta.

Thank you. See you.

Is Alys OK?

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 talk to her mum?

It's complicated.

Do you love her?

Kids!

Are you hungry?

Burger?

I'm starving.

It's a court case.
Anything can happen.

That's your advice?

That's your advice?
Come on, Faith.

I understand the risk but, if I were
you, I'd let her take the stand.

The jury may sense
something isn't right.

Great idea!

Force her to admit receiving photos
of her husband with another woman...

...minutes before he was shot!

Why would she admit to it?

Why would she admit to it?
The truth, Evan!

The whole truth.

A little thing called ethics?

A little thing called ethics?
It's a street fight, Faith.

If you want to defend a murder
and win, there is no easy way.

You've got to learn to fight dirty.

You have to kick and bite and gouge
your way to a not guilty verdict.

Nice little lawyers lose
and their clients go to prison.

Sorry, but that's the reality.

You'd better go.

Have you been seeing Steve Baldini?

Have you been seeing Steve Baldini?
No.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Faith.

Oops!

Whoops-a-daisy!

Whoops-a-daisy!
It's alright.

In just under 12 hours...

...there will be £25,000
in your bank account.

Lovely

Well, cheers.

Cheers.

Here's to next time.

PHONE VIBRATES

Ah! Sorry.

Hi.

Hi.
Madlen's not giving evidence.

We can't take the risk.

He'd shred her.

I've made my decision, Cerys,
and I'm sticking with it.

Sorry.

Your other half?

Your other half?

I'm single... more or less.

Snap

Sorry I'm late.

I came home via Hong Kong.

The Hong Kong Hut!

Hiya, babes! Are you OK?

Arthur's upstairs,
putting Rhodri to bed.

He's grizzly. I think he's teething.

He's grizzly. I think he's teething.
I'll be up now.

Try his new book.

Carrot juice, babes?

Carrot juice, babes?
You are hilarious.

Yeah, as if.

Where have you been?
I haven't seen you in days.

Is your sugar daddy busy tonight?

Is your sugar daddy busy tonight?
It was just a drink.

He's getting on my wick
at the moment.

He made things awkward for me today.

He made things awkward for me today.
Hello, Marion.

Another long day?

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

I've offered many times, Marion.

Your Evan is just fine.

Takeaway, is it?

Takeaway, is it?
Yeah. You're welcome to join us.

Thank you.

We can spare some pork balls.

Shall I fetch some plates?

We've learned to use
knives and forks now, Marion.

Who'd have thought? Huh? Who?

RHODRI CRIES

Sorry

Excuse me.

Help yourself.

Wine, Marion?

Such a shame
she has no time to cook.

Mm.

I Very nice. I

Thank you, Faith.

There are no hairs in mine tonight.

They must've had an inspection.

They must've had an inspection.
Your mother's a real character.

The first thing your dad said about
her was, "I've met a funny girl."

Goodnight.

Love you.

Goodnight.

RHODRI BABBLES

Shh!

Goodnight, Alys.

You've got an hour. Car's waiting.

# How long?

# How long

# Before the rain stops pouring

# And the sun comes out again?

# How long?

# How long

# Before the storm stops raging

# And silences the pain?

# I've lived

# And I've learned

# Will I feel again?

# I know not

# How long?

# How long

# Before my love just stops? #

Is there anything
you want to tell me?

# How long?

# How long

# Must I keep on running

# Before it gets too far?

# How long?

# How long

# Must I keep rebuilding

# Something torn apart?

# I've lived

# And I've learned

# Will I learn to feel again?

# I know not

# How long?

# How long? #