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Oh... oh, my boy!

Jack!

It's Chris! Look at you!

Bloody hell!

Look at you, you haven't changed a bit.

Nor have you.

All right, calm down, love.

Where's your bags? You got bags?

Oh, I'm traveling light, Mum.

- Cup of tea? - Yes, please.

- Still two sugars? - Yes, please.

- Chris. - Hiya, Dad.

Well, it hasn't changed.

Nor have you.

Look at you.

Oh, my boy!

- Missed you. - Missed you too.

So you quit your job at the quarry, then?

Yeah.

How is that old bastard McCrae?

He's old, and he's a bastard.

It's just the same.

He'll live forever, that man.

Keepin' busy?

Yeah.

Doin' what?

Oh, well, this and that.

No idea, really, the... the days just pass.

Why don't you go to the pub?

Have a drink with your old mates.

Nah.

Go on.

No, come on, Dad, no, no, no, no, no...

I insist.

I'll pay you back.

All right, pint of lager, please.

- Hey. - Jack.

Just remember, Chris, it's not forever.

We're just helpin' you get back on your feet, okay?

- I'll be fine, Dad. - Yeah.

But just remember...

Hello, mate.

Chris. I start today.

Yes, you do.

- Jack Blythe's boy. - Yeah.

Bit of a comedown, isn't it?

Hat on here.

Jack Blythe's boy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where you going?

This is filthy, mate.

You need to clean this up.

Billy likes his trucks nice and shiny.

So get a rag and clean your fucking truck.

Fuck off.

I'll get you a rag.

I usually start with the wheels.

Give 'em a wipe...

and then, I don't know, just knock yourself out.

Go on, 'ave him.

Go on, Harry, go on, Harry.

Come on, Harry.

Come on.

Come on, Harry.

- Come on, Harry. - Come on, Harry.

You all right, mate?

Aww, yes!

Aggh!

Clean your fucking truck.

When you've stopped behaving

like a pair of demented schoolboys,

I've got a job for you.

Pick two of them.

Him.

And him.

You too, Blythe.

That shed is staying, right?

Yeah, that's staying.

Hello.

Oh-ho-ho, mate.

Don't. Don't even think about that.

Yeah, what do you think, Dad?

- Yeah, it's coming on. - Mm.

- Would you get me a beer, love? - Yeah.

So they tell me you were in business

back in Canada.

Yeah. Coleridge.

Had a turnover of about 10 million,

- at one point. - Hmph.

And?

My partner was a crook.

He robbed me.

Nobody's ever robbed me.

- I have plans. - Yeah.

People like you have always got plans.

In fact, if you're interested...

If you're thinking of asking me for money,

you can fuck off.

- Thanks, pet. - Mm-hm.

I don't care what you were in Canada.

Here, you're just a laborer.

So fix my daughter's patio,

and keep your fucking eyes off her.

Harry, you and Al can get out of here if you want mate, I'll...

I'll clear of you.

No.

Hey, do you mind if I put some music on?

No, you crack on.

I love this song.

- Tune. - Yeah.

- You dance? - No!

- No? - No.

Why not?

Ooh. You're wet.

- What? - Sweaty.

It's hot.

Tell me about it.

Come on.

- I'm no dancer. - Come on.

Show me what you got.

Mm-hm.

Come on!

Come on.

End of the day.

Hey. All right,.

Let's go.

- It's all I got. - Top moves.

Hey!

What the fuck you think you're playing at?

- Look, I'm sorry, I... - Jesus.

Sexual harassment, that is.

If I told my dad what you just did,

you'd be a bloody dead man.

Oh, come on, I thought you were...

Go on.

Go on, piss off!

I'm sorry.

It's not funny.

Well... it kind of is.

All right.

Time to go.

What?

Time to go.

Go on.

Should I call you?

Mm...

I'll speak to Billy.

The patio still needs fixing.

You should knock, Dad.

It's my bloody house.

Blecch.

Come on, let's go!

Come on.

Come on!

Back her up!

That's it, keep coming.

Come on, let's go!

Keep coming, keep coming!

Keep coming, all right... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

That'll do.

Whoa!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

No! No! Why'd you...

Fuck's sake!

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Clumsy bastard, Mike.

- What? - Clear this up.

No, fuck off, this wasn't my fault!

- Pronto! - No! That's not my fault!

- What happened, mate? - You stay out of this, Tom.

Stop crying like a lassie.

Do not mess with me.

- Fuck off. - No.

Don't you mess with me, Billy.

I mean it.

- You wouldn't. - Yeah?

You fuckin' try me.

Yeah... okay.

Uh, Tom.

Tom, we need to sort this.

- All right. - I'm sorry, Mike.

- All right. No worries, Bill. - Yeah.

Tom.

Oi!

Nobody talks to me like that, you prick.

Get this shit cleared up.

Al, could I get the level, please?

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- See ya, then. - See ya.

What was it like when you had money?

I'm happier now, to be honest.

Liar.

God, you must think this town is such a bloody shithole.

It's gotta feel so parochial,

compared to what you're used to.

It's home.

It's good to be home.

I hate it.

Ta.

Thanks.

Close the door, will ya?

From the inside.

I'm having some trouble with my receipts.

You think you could sort them out?

Yeah, sure.

Your dad was good at all that shite.

He was a good man, Jack Blythe.

Still is.

Yeah. Honest as the day is long, but nobody's perfect.

You'll get the same rate as my quarrymen.

- That okay? - Yep. No problem.

However, once the accounts are finished,

I'm gonna ask you for a bonus,

and you'll be so grateful, you'll give it to me.

Ah, in your dreams.

No, you will.

Aye, right.

No, you really will.

You are a cheeky fuck.

So, shall we go out later and find a little pub?

Don't be daft, Chris.

Oh, come on, this is so stupid.

I mean, you're not a teenager,

- you're a grown woman. - Billy's obsessive.

All right? If he finds out about us,

he'll sack you.

Or worse.

I can handle myself.

You think you can.

Look, trust me, Chris.

- The last time I... - What?

Look, I was... I was dating this guy.

Rob, his name was, nice bloke.

Solicitor, office in town.

We had plans.

I was a singer then.

Trying to be.

And Rob was gonna back me, you know?

Pay for vocal lessons and the rest of it.

Billy found out.

Says Rob was takin' a piss.

So Rob tells him to mind his own business,

thank you very much.

And bang!

Billy put the poor bastard in hospital.

Well, that's not quite the same,

'cause I'm not that guy, boom.

You just don't get it, do you?

You work for Billy.

You are his.

That's how he sees it.

His property.

I mean, that's... that's medieval.

So you were a singer.

Just a pub singer.

- Wasn't very good. - I bet you were great.

No.

Just did covers.

You know, I nearly had a record contract.

God, it was like...

nearly 10 years ago now, I was living in London?

Coulda done it.

But Billy made me give it up,

made me come back here.

- Really? - What do you mean?

Don't believe me?

No, it's not that, it's, you know,

we all make our own choices in life.

You can't just say that your dad made you do

something you didn't wanna do.

I mean, if you didn't wanna do it,

you coulda said no,

just told him to fuck off.

Fair point.

Except the thing is,

you don't know Billy.

Billy...

...is someone...

you don't say

no to.

♪ Billy de Lyon told Stagger Lee ♪

♪ Please don't take my life ♪

♪ He says I got little babies ♪

♪ and a darling loving wife ♪

♪ And they all came gathered ♪

♪ Their hands way up high ♪

♪ And at 12 o'clock, they killed him ♪

♪ They's all glad to see him die ♪

♪ He's a bad man ♪

♪ Oh, cruel Stagger Lee ♪

♪ He's a bad man ♪

♪ Oh, cruel Stagger Lee ♪

So if we use digger six and digger nine,

we can clear the whole area, Billy.

Yeah, make it quick.

Billy, quick word.

I finished your accounts.

Good. Get back and do a proper job.

So, I've been thinking about your tinworks in Milford.

How'd you know about the tinworks?

From the bank statements.

You get revenues from the yard.

I checked with company's house

and brought up a list of directors.

You're spying on me.

No, just doing my job.

Hmph.

So tell me about the tinworks.

Well, the turnover's good,

but I reckon you're spending way too much money

on road haulage.

You should buy a boat.

Take the cargos to the continents that way.

From what I'm told, that's the smart move.

I drafted up some figures.

No wonder you went bankrupt, son.

Blecch.

Don't piss on the floor.

Hey.

Are you fucking my daughter, Blythe?

Are you?

Yeah. Yeah, I am.

Hmph.

Fair enough.

She's a grown woman, she can make her own choices.

But just you treat her nice, huh?

Otherwise, I might have to pay a man to kill you.

Let's book a room, huh? A suite.

We could fuck till dawn.

- Would you like that? - Sounds great.

- Mm-hm. - Or we could just go home,

save a bit of money, and just do it then.

No, you know what? Let's go mad,

let's book a room, and let's fuck till dawn.

Or, we could buy a boat.

- What? - Yeah.

Something like that.

Sail away across the Atlantic.

Cruise around the Caribbean,

you could take me to all your favorite places,

drink rum all day.

Oh, gosh, I'd be beautiful and bronzed.

Yeah.

What do you say?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, sounds great.

Maybe.

One day.

Hey.

Hey, what... what's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

Well, something's obviously wrong.

No, no, I just... just needed a moment.

Don't you get like that sometimes?

Dorien!

It's so lovely to see you!

This must be...

Well, introduce us, then.

Yeah!

This is Elen.

- Ah! - And you must be Claire.

- Sharon! - Oh.

Hi. I'm Chris.

Sorry. Chris, Dor; Dor, Chris.

Um, we'll we've, um, we've gotta go, so...

Nice to meet you, Chris.

Bye.

Ex-boyfriend?

Ex-husband.

Ah.

Yeah, he wasn't very nice to me, to be honest.

Even so, I still have a soft spot for Dorien.

Do you?

That Sharon's a bit...

isn't she?

Elen!

Do you ever miss Canada?

Not really.

Miss the money.

Yeah, but... you still have some, though.

Right? You know, like, stashed away?

No.

Had to mortgage the house to try and save the business.

And the legal fees.

Jim, my partner, embezzled nearly $2 million, see?

Mm-hm.

I'm not worried, though.

I mean, once you've made one fortune,

it's easy enough to do it again.

Bad boy.

All right, son?

Couldn't sleep, Dad?

Oh... no.

How you getting on with, uh, Billy?

Fine. No worries.

It's a good place to be, actually.

Billy's gettin' on,

so he's gonna need a bit of help.

I can see a future for me there.

Just be careful, son.

I can take care of Billy McCrae, Dad.

Don't you worry.

Look.

I worked for him for 30 years, Chris.

I did his books.

I did his deals.

I was there when...

- Look... - I know Billy McCrae.

Okay.

What are you lookin' at?

My accounts, the real accounts.

I need your help.

With what?

I bought a new quarry north of Newport.

I want it to appear as a capital asset.

I paid cash,

but it must not appear as income anywhere.

Keep it out of the hands of the stinkin' taxman.

Technically, that's fraud.

If we're caught.

Jesus, Billy, you could buy and sell this town

and half of fuckin' Cardiff, too.

No shit, Sherlock.

I'll leave you to it.

Elen, lovely to see you, love.

Oh, you too, Jack.

How are you two getting on, anyway?

- Mm... - Oh, you know.

He's a bit of a twat.

You're not wrong there, love.

I know.

Hey.

I have a... I've got a surprise for you.

Yeah?

It's a good one.

I booked a Caribbean trip.

Huh?

'Member?

We said we'd go.

Did we?

- I thought that was just, uh... - What?

You know, like a daydream.

Well, it was

for real.

Not the, uh, not the yacht,

just the cruise and the villa.

Thought it'd be a nice, you know,

couples thing to do.

Right.

So...

you know, how much?

Six grand in all.

Flights there, cruise back.

Been saving for months.

For my half, anyway.

Is that all right?

What's the matter?

Well, babe, I can't afford three grand,

not on the money that Billy's paying me.

Yeah, but you've got a credit card haven't you?

No.

- No? - No!

Well, why the hell not?

Jesus, do you want me to pay for you?

Well, no, that wouldn't be right, would it?

No too right it wouldn't be right.

What about your dad?

What, do you want me to grovel to my dad for money?

Why not? He can afford it.

Oh, can he, now?

He's loaded, and he thinks the sun shines

- out your ass, so... - Fuck you.

Well, don't be like that.

Like what?

You're being childish.

Elen!

Is something wrong?

I'm so sorry! Butterfingers.

Oh, don't worry about it, love.

- Sorry. - Listen, let Chris do

the washing up.

Come sit in here with us.

Behave yourself.

I'm sorry.

Oh!

That's really sweet, but what for?

Well, 'cause you had to cancel the holiday

and I know you wanted to go.

Yeah, but... that was my fault, wasn't it?

Was it?

Yeah, I mean,

what the hell was I thinking?

Booking an expensive holiday without asking you first.

It was selfish of me.

Yeah. It was.

Oh, so you do think it was my fault.

I mean, yeah.

So easy.

Nice flowers, though.

How 'bout a trip to Bournemouth?

Hm?

Can we manage that?

Yeah. Of course.

Good.

Organize it, then.

God, you really are penniless, aren't you?

I am, actually.

Aww. That must be so... emasculating.

- I like being destitute. - Bullshit.

I mean, you used to be a bigshot, and...

now look at you.

At least I don't live in a house that my father bought for me.

That's really uncalled for.

I've...

I can't believe you just said that to me.

That was a joke!

Oh, you are such a wind-up.

And I did have a job, actually.

Little shop, in fact,

but Billy didn't like me doing it, so.

Why not?

Didn't like me being too independent.

Tell you what.

I'll pay for Bournemouth.

- No, you ca... - Yes.

Hotels, meals, the lot.

And remind me why I'll pay for it.

No idea.

Because even though you are a bit of a twat...

I love ya.

You need to look at this.

What's the problem?

So, look at the items that I've marked in yellow.

Uh-huh. Not seeing it.

Now look at the suppliers.

Recognize the names?

- No. - No, that's the point.

They're not our suppliers.

The items in green are our suppliers.

You've paid McKinley to set up a quarry in Pyle,

but he's buying quarry vehicles twice.

Once from a real dealership,

and then another from a dealership that doesn't exist.

So he's charging us a fortune for excavators and dump trucks

that don't exist

and pocketing the money for himself.

- No, that's not possible. - Yes it is.

I've tracked and double-checked every transaction.

The numbers just don't add up.

McKinley is robbing you blind.

Well, I'm impressed, actually.

I didn't think the little bastard

had it in him.

Shall I call the police?

Nah, nah.

No, McKinley and I are old pals.

Yeah, he's always up to something.

So what are you gonna do, just write it off?

Well, might ask him to pay me back.

- Really? - Yeah.

Come with me.

All right, Billy.

Hi!

Good to see you, Frankie.

I'll buy you a pint.

That'll be a first.

Three pints, man.

You tight Scottish bastard.

Bad news, gents.

There's been a bit of discrepancy in books.

Who's this, Bill?

This? Jack Blythe's boy.

I never liked Jack.

I always thought he was a bit of an arse licker.

You know what?

I agree with you, Frankie.

I used to say to him, "Jack, you're nothin' but

a little prick, and nobody likes you."

And you know what?

He agreed with me.

I mean, can you believe him?

What a fuckin' fanny.

Ah, Chris.

Come on, then.

Stay outta this, pal.

Now, Frankie,

you're gonna pay me back

every single fuckin' penny you owe me.

Yeah?

Even if you have to sell your house.

I'll fix it, Billy.

I'll make it good.

Yeah.

Good, mate.

You heard what he said

about your dad.

Hit him!

Go on,

hit him.

Go on, son.

Fuckin' hit him.

You should quit.

Why?

Why?

'Cause my father's a fucking psychopath,

that's why.

Jeez, look at you.

Yeah, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

You should move on.

You know,

stand up on your own.

You said you wanted to do that.

There's potential where I am.

I'm movin' my way up.

I'll be Billy's partner in the future.

I actually reckon he's gonna

- ask me. - Bullshit.

Billy's just fuckin' with you.

Please, just,

just give me some time.

You sure you wanna do this?

I'll see you in court, Bill.

You wanted to talk to me?

Elen,

is she happy?

Yeah, I hope so.

That's good.

Because if I ever hear she isn't,

you're a dead man.

Billy, you're a charmer.

So they tell me.

- Iechyd da! - Slàinte.

I've just got my date for the committal hearing,

GBH, alleged GBH,

Mike Clark.

Yeah, but I'm not too worried, though.

Mike's a good boy.

He wouldn't dare testify against me.

I'm sure you're right.

And what if I'm wrong, Chris?

What if I do go to jail?

What happens then?

To Elen, you mean?

Everything.

Elen, the businesses.

Will you run the quarry for me, Chris?

Will you do that for me?

Yeah, sure, Bill.

In your dreams, you fuckin' fanny!

Touché!

Canada.

I did some checking.

Your haulage business.

Your partner didn't rob you, you robbed him.

It's more complicated than that.

Yeah, you cheated on him, and then he died.

That was pretty handy, wasn't it?

What are you implying, Bill?

Nothing!

Except I know his death was suspicious.

I know the Canadian police interrogated you

for hours on end.

You cheated on him, he died,

they seized your assets, you ended up in prison,

you fuckin' diddy.

You've got nasty temper in you, son.

I thought you were a little smarter.

Oh, for fuck's sake, Billy,

come on.

You know the craic.

So I had my fingers burned, so what?

Nobody ever got rich without breakin' a few fuckin' laws.

That's my boy, now you're talkin',

you're gettin' it, you're catchin' up.

It's fuckin' business, never forget that.

I don't give a shit what you did in Canada,

but don't tell Elen.

Let's just keep it to ourselves, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, sure.

So I had an idea,

a little business proposition.

Hm!

But if I bring it your way, what's in it for me?

Profit share.

Sounds good.

- 50/50. - 50/50.

- Really? - Yeah.

Come on.

Let's go.

I got a job for you, kid.

Good boy.

Don't fuckin' do it, Bill.

Oh, shit.

I told you never

to mess with Billy ever again!

I'm sorry.

- Baby... - Get off me!

Look at the state of this place!

- Elen. - All right, Rhian?

No.

We need to talk.

Sorry, love, I can't help you.

You just gonna turn your back, are you?

We need to speak woman to woman!

Yeah?

You win.

You okay?

Fine.

I'm not fine.

I'm really pissed off, actually.

I saw, um,

Rhian Clark today.

Oh, yeah?

Mm.

You know, Mike's dropped the charges.

Yeah, I heard about that.

And do you know why?

No idea.

Chris, I'd like to leave.

I wanna get away from here.

Cardiff, London, anywhere.

Will you come with me?

Yeah, yeah, of course.

And marry me.

Will you marry me?

What?

I'm serious.

Chris, will you marry me?

Well, yeah!

God, I didn't know if you'd show.

Uh, ugh,

okay.

When can we go?

Well, we need to talk about this.

Marriage is one thing, moving is another.

Next week? Week after next?

Like, how much notice do you need to give?

Why, it's just

not as simple as that.

We can figure out the finances.

It'll be a fresh start.

Okay.

One year, two years, maybe?

Chris, are you listening to anything I'm saying?

Elen, look,

I've laid a foundation here with Billy.

Billy is the one who's driving me away!

He's a fuckin' bastard!

Yeah, I've heard that.

He's a fucking controlling bastard.

He owns this house.

He owns the car.

He fucking owns you.

- What? - He fucking owns you.

Look, I'm sorry.

Babe,

I have a deal

here with Billy.

So you, you just need to be patient.

Okay?

Okay?

Yeah.

- Come here. - Okay.

Hm.

Billy!

- Whoa, babe, babe. - Stop!

Shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Me and Chris are goin' on a trip today

into the valleys.

Yeah.

He said he had a deal to pitch you.

Full of ideas, that boy of yours.

Is he?

Aye.

He's a good lad.

If he sticks with me, he'll go far.

Not too far though.

He's not staying, you know.

What?

No, no, we're leaving.

London, probably.

That worked well the last time, didn't it?

Hm!

We're gonna make a new life for ourselves,

Chris and I, away from you,

- you miserable fuck. - Yeah, yeah.

Do as you like.

Yeah, you do what you like, but I'll tell you one thing.

If you leave this town, you'll get nothing from me.

You know what I'm saying?

When I'm dead and gone...

nothing.

So...

This is your big idea?

Slag heaps?

It's blighted land, Bill.

Means it's cheap.

A lot cheaper than the slag at the steel works.

So, you're saying buy the land?

Buy the land, and sell the slag.

Then wait a few years,

and sell the land when the market turns.

You'll make millions.

Okay.

What?

I said okay.

- I'll do it. - Great!

Then, we should get a lawyer to

draft up a deed between us and make it clear.

Are you... What?

Our split.

You said that if you liked the deal,

we'd split it 50/50.

Now when did I say that?

Fuck off, 50/50.

Not on a deal this big, son.

You're kidding, right?

You can always sue me.

Huh?

Think you can afford it?

Come on, look.

This is a long-term commitment.

It's my capital that's at risk.

Give you a wage rise, Christmas bonus.

I'll see you all right.

But 50-fucking-50, no way.

We had a deal.

Do you know who I am?

Do you have any idea

what the fuck I did

to get to be me?

No.

I came from poor Glasgow

to this godforsaken shitehole

with two broken fists and nothing,

nothing, nothing

in my pockets.

So don't you even begin to dare to tell me

what's...

But you're showin' promise, though, son.

You're showin' promise.

Keep it up.

We had a deal, Bill.

Oh, grow up!

Come on, let's go.

I'll make my own way back.

Elen?

Elen?

Babe?

Babe?

Elen, it's Chris.

Babe?

You okay?

Babe, what happened?

It was Billy.

He had one of his episodes at breakfast.

What?

Babe, look at me.

It's okay, look at me.

Please.

Elen.

Oh, my God, Elen, did Billy do this?

Did he do this?

Has he done this before?

When Martin and I were kids, it was worse.

The fuck is Martin?

He's my brother.

He died when I was 12.

What? How?

Brain tumor.

Dad doesn't let me speak about him.

That's why there are no pictures of him.

He won't let me visit his grave.

It's like he never existed.

God, fuck's sake.

That's why Mom left.

He drove her away.

Billy has his rules, see,

and Mom and I had to learn,

live by them.

Where the fuck is that little prick?

No, no, Chris,

- no, no, you don't. - I will fucking kill him.

No, Chris, no, you don't.

Then we'll leave this shit hole.

No, no, no, no, I'll get nothin'.

I'll get nothin'.

He told me that, he said if I leave,

I get nothin'.

All the shit I've had to put up with,

and I'd get nothin'.

I won't let him hurt you again.

I'm scared.

He won't touch you again.

Okay?

Bill.

You're gonna pay for what you fuckin' did.

What the fuck?

What the fuck is goin' on, son?

- You know. - Know what?

You fuckin' know.

- Is this about the slag deal? - No.

Jesus fuckin' Christ, son, grow up, that was business.

Look, why don't you put that down?

Give me the crowbar.

Come on, son,

give me the crowbar.

Let's just pretend

this ain't happening.

Now you give me the crowbar.

Come on, you're gonna fuck everything up, son.

You got a good future ahead of you.

Don't blow it.

Come on.

Good boy.

You fuckin' idiot.

You're finished, you son of a...

You piece of shit!

I know what you fucking did!

And I won't let you fucking do it again.

You won't hurt her again, you bastard!

Chris?

What happened?

Chris?

What happened?

Continuing interview with Christopher Blythe.

Wednesday November 3rd at 6:30.

DI Perry and DS Reilly present.

So let's go through this again, son.

- Frank McKinley... - I've told you!

It was bad blood between them.

McKinley was ripping Billy off big time.

I found out and I told Billy about it, that's...

He went fucking nuts.

Why didn't you come to us?

I wanted to call you guys

and go through the proper channels, you know,

but Billy, he said he'd handle it his way,

and it was fuckin' brutal.

This car you say you saw,

you're suggesting that was McKinley?

I don't know, I don't fucking know!

I saw a car

driving away on the north quarry approach road

by the workshop.

I didn't, I didn't recognize it.

It was a...

a Jag? A beat up old Jag, I think?

- Silver. - And then?

And that's when I found Billy.

Look, I know you guys had your issues with Billy,

but...

but he didn't deserve to die like that.

Chris.

Dorien.

Big day.

What the fuck are you doing here?

She looks cracking, I can't deny it.

Yeah, thanks.

I gotta tell you this, look,

that woman, she's fuckin' insane.

Okay, look, don't just turn up to my wedding

- and start this fuckin' shit. - I mean it!

She's fuckin' cracked.

She tells lies.

She can't help herself.

- She can't. - Okay, you know what?

I think you should just

- fuck off, Dorien. - She tell you about Martin?

Yeah, her brother, died when she was a kid.

She never had a brother.

That's bollocks!

Listen,

she's the queen of lies!

If she told me it was a sunny day,

I'd buy a fuckin' umbrella.

She used to tell me Billy

stopped her from being a singer,

stopped her following her dreams.

Yeah, 'cause he didn't like her

- being independent. - Independent.

It's all bullshit.

She did go to London to be a singer,

but she blew it.

She was partying every night, takin' drugs.

Billy had to go up there and fetch her home.

She was wreck.

Billy saved her life, I reckon.

One time, Elen even told me Billy used to hit her.

He did.

- He was an abusive father. - No!

Never.

He was a prick,

but he loved her.

She does that shit to herself.

I walked in on her,

caught her doin' it.

She's fuckin' cracked, she tells lies.

I wanted to kill that fuckin' bastard

like any good husband would,

until I saw her doin' that.

Hm.

Your mother's had a few, hasn't she?

Chris?

Hello?

Where are you?

Hm?

It's a shame your mum can't be here.

Mm.

Gosh, she would have loved this.

And, of course, your brother Martin.

Yeah.

Yeah, I miss them both.

I know you're a liar, Elen.

What?

I know you're lying.

I spoke to Dorien.

Okay, what's he been sayin' now?

There was no fucking Martin, was there?

I'm sorry?

There was no Martin, was there?

I don't, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

Look, I was lonely when I was a kid, so I made him up.

So what?

And Billy?

Billy was a bastard.

You know that.

Yeah, but he never hit you, did he?

He never did any of the things that you said he did, did he?

Do you know what you made me do?

Chris, listen to me, listen to me.

I did it for us.

I did it for the both of us.

Look, we're free now.

You made me a murderer.

I didn't make you do anything!

You didn't kill Billy for me.

You did it for yourself,

so you could marry a rich fuckin' orphan.

- No. - Yes.

And you're a liar too, and a crook.

I know all about Canada.

Dad told me.

He showed me the press cuttings.

You were arrested for murder.

- No. - Yeah.

That is not what happened!

Jesus, Elen.

I am innocent.

I was proven innocent.

- It never even went to trial. - Bullshit.

You beat your partner up,

and then you killed him.

- No. - Mm-hmm.

Billy's twisted it all.

Yes, I had a fight with my partner.

Yes, he died,

but he died a week later from natural causes.

Nothing to do with the fight.

That was proven in the second post-mortem.

I am innocent!

I am not, I am not,

I'm not a murderer!

Well now

you are.

Look at me.

I hate you.

I wish I'd never fuckin' met you.

Don't you turn your back on me!

Don't you dare fuckin' turn your back on me, Chris.

Chris, you know I love you.

You know I love you, and I know you love me too.

- Say it. - Get off me.

You don't leave me.

Nobody fuckin' leaves me!

You bastard!

You fuckin' bastard!

I know you love me.

Tell me you love me, say it.

Tell me you love me.

Chris?

Chris.