All language subtitles for Out There s01e02.eng

[hoofbeats, horse snorts]

[solemn music]

- Owen, let me talk to you.
Come on.

Don't do that, Owen.
Talk to me!

[music continues]

Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in here.

[gunshot, person screams]

- Oh, I got you.
I got you.

I'm just worried about Gwen
selling to these people.

- What makes you
think she's going to?

- We share an access
road, drainage.

There's two streams
across our farms.

I'm vulnerable.
- To what?

- To dirty tricks, getting
forced out, choked off.

You think I'm being
paranoid, don't you?

[tense music]

- Dad, remember Scott
from the other day?

- Oh, yeah, of course.

You're dressed very smart
for a man on holiday.

- I was seeing
a client down here.

- Ah, right.

What is your line of business,
if you don't mind me asking?

- Finance.
- Ah.

- I would like to
accept your offer.

- Oh, great.

- Pavel said it's
you and your son.

- Yeah, Johnny.
That's right.

- Could you-
could you do me a favor?

Could you look
after this for me?

I'll owe you.

- It's the bloody cleaner,
Eva-it has to be.

- Talk about the most obvious
place to stash something.

- Give him
a fucking break, Rhys.

- For now, let's not
panic, all right?

Let's not start
pointing fingers.

[music continues]

- There is something
you can do for me, actually.

Could you take
this to the Raglan?

- There's drugs in here?

- It's just a bit
of weed, Johnny.

Look, if you're caught-
and you won't be-

just say a guest
left it at the pub.

You're returning it, all right?

Easy.

It's for a guy called Dan.
Works behind reception.

[indistinct chatter]

[muffled music playing]

[clattering]

- Dan?

- Yeah, that's me.

- It's from Rhys.

- Right you are.

Grab yourself a can
if you want.

Sorry they're not colder.

Oi.

[tense music]

- No, it's okay.
It's fine.

- For your trouble.

Get yourself some RAM or
an SSD card or something.

- How did you know
I was into gaming?

Cheers.
Thank you, Dan.

[rock music]

- ? You and me

? The wind in your hair

? You move me, baby,
time and again ?

? You got me like
a cat on the street ?

? You know that you
got a hold on me ?

- ? You know that you
got a hold on me ?

- ? Got a hold on me

- ? You know that you
got a hold on me ?

- ? Yeah
- ? Give me everything

- ? Everything I want to see

- ? You know that you
got a hold on me ?

[indistinct chatter]

- Booze has arrived.
[cheering]

[upbeat music playing faintly]

- Can I help you?

- Oh, sorry.

I'm a bit of a trainspotter
when it comes to Land Rovers.

- That is one mixed metaphor,
my friend.

- Yeah, it is a bit.

- Yeah, as well as
being complete bullshit.

- What's your
interest in my farm?

- What?
- Bron Haul farm in Lye Valley.

You and your mates have been
flying drones over it,

and I want to know why.

- [laughs]
Are you feeling all right?

- If you want to come
up and have a look

and see how we sow our crops
and treat the livestock,

I'd be game.

Seriously.

- Well, that is a very
kind offer, but I've no-

- I saw you, okay, collecting
the drone in this Land Rover.

So let's just have an honest
conversation, shall we?

- If we had a drone-if-

we'd be flying low
over Palisades,

not your two-bit farm.

You wanted honest.

- Everything okay, Robin?

- Caleb?

- What's going on, babe?
- Uh, he's my brother.

Here, I'll be in in a sec.

- Okay.

- Well, that's a bit
fraternizing with the enemy,

isn't it?
- I work for Palisades.

They don't own me.

- No, but they do
pay your wages.

- And if I lose my job, how is
that your problem, again?

- It's not.
You're right.

- What are you
doing here, Nathan?

- Robin will fill you in.

[music continues, laughter]

- All right.
- What is that?

[siren wailing]

- Used to be a nice
place, the Raglan.

Used to have a restaurant
and everything.

Me husband liked
the prawn cocktail.

Sometimes he'd order
two instead of a main.

You're wondering, isn't you,
what I'm gonna do?

- No, I mean,
I haven't done anything.

But I told you-someone
left their bag at the pub.

I was just returning it.

- Try again.

And this time, don't insult
my intelligence.

- Let me off,
give me a warning.

- "Warning"?

Right, I see.

The thing about a warning is,

it only works if the person
acknowledges what

they've done wrong, owns it.

Otherwise, it's a mug's game.

Otherwise, history just
repeats itself, right?

- I suppose I shouldn't take
a bag without knowing

what was in it.

- That's a start.

Who gave it to you?

Tell you what-
I'll say a name and you nod.

Rhys, Rhys Simpson?

- I'm sorry.

- All right.
Play it your way.

But if you think he'd cross
the road to help you,

then you're even more
stupid than I thought.

I work on a 2-strike basis.

I've never seen you
up there before,

and I never want to see
you up there again.

Understood?
- Yes.

No, you won't.

Thank you.

[seat belt clicks]

- Don't forget your bike.

- Oh, yeah, thanks.

- Next time, I'll come down
on you like a ton of bricks.

- All right.
I'm sorry.

[ominous music]

[lights flick on]

- Where'd you get to?

- Rhys's.
Just gaming.

It was a ranked match.

Have you been out?

- Yeah, I just
popped to see Caleb.

- Something urgent?
- No, no.

Why?

- Well, it's late, that's all.

- Oh.

You eaten?
Some of Eva's stew left.

- Oh, no, I'm not hungry.
Thanks.

You and Caleb-
you're speaking again, then?

- Well, we never
weren't speaking.

But I-I can't get into it now.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Look, I know sometimes
he drops in here

when I'm not around
and makes himself at home.

- Well, it's his
house, too, isn't it?

- What?
It's not his bloody house.

Is that what he told you?
- No, I just-

I thought it was, no?
- No.

He sold his share
in the farm years ago.

- Right.

- So for the avoidance
of doubt, as the lawyers say,

this farm is ours.

And one day when you have
kids, it'll be theirs,

forever and ever, amen, okay?

- Okay.
- Yeah.

- You were saying
when Caleb comes round

and you're not here-
- Ah, no, it doesn't matter.

- You sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.
Come on, now.

It's a school night.
Get to bed.

[solemn music]

You all right?

[zipper opens]

[music continues]

[water flowing]

[line trilling]

- This is Caleb.
Leave a message.

Or don't. Up to you.
[line beeps]

- Listen, uh, it's me.

I think we need to clear
the air a bit.

Um, you're right.

It's none of my business
what you get up to.

And, um, anyway,

give us a call
when you get this,

and we'll fix something up.

[music continues]

- Johnny.

Rhys wants a word.

He's by the gym now.

Johnny, please.

[breathing heavily]

- You all right, Johnny?
- Rhys.

- So you met Dan, then?

He's a good bloke, isn't he?
Sound?

- Yeah, he's-he's nice.

- Yeah.

The thing is, I've got him
into a load of trouble.

Well, we have.

- What do you mean?

- [sighs]

That package you lost,
he was supposed to deliver it.

Now he's getting a lot of heat,
a lot of blowback.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Now, look, I-I just want to
help him any way I can.

I'm sure you feel the same.

- Yeah.

Of course.

- [chuckles] See, mate?
I knew you'd say that.

Hey, I knew
I could count on you.

[laughs] Right, well,
he's had to go to Newport

to mend the fences, so he
needs us to fill in for him,

hold the fort.

- No.

- [scoffs]
What?

- I'm not doing anything, okay?

I'm really sorry
and everything.

I-I want to help the bloke out.

- It's just a few
deliveries, mate,

while he clears up our mess.

Oh, shit.

- I'll make it up to you, Rhys.

I promise I will.

- Call me later, okay?

After school.

[bell rings]

- I got to go.

I'm-I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

- If I got it back,
it would solve everything.

- But you don't know
it's the cleaner.

- There's no one else
it could be.

- So confront her.
Call her out.

- I can't.

You know, not without proof.

- Well, look, she's probably
shifted it by now, anyway.

Sold it, used it.

- So what am
I supposed to do, Sadie?

- [sighs]

Look, maybe just help
Rhys out tonight

and-and then call it quits.

- It won't just be
tonight, though, will it?

- Well, that's up to
you, isn't it, Johnny?

[door closes]

- Hello, Eva.
- Hi, guys.

I'll be out of your
way in one second.

- Oh, take your time.

- I have to head over
to Gwen's, feed the chickens,

collect the eggs.

Hi, Johnny.
- Hiya.

- Everything okay?
- Coursework, apparently.

- Right.

- Where do you live,
by the way?

- Avenue Row,
the end of West Ulster.

- Oh.
Do you like it there?

- [chuckles]
No, not particularly.

- Do you have
a partner or family?

What?

- I have a son back home.
He lives with my mother.

- Oh, that must be tough.

- Yes, sometimes.

- And how old is he?

- He's 10.

- Oh, you must miss him a lot.
- Yes.

It's unfortunate, but I'm here.

- [mooing]

[chickens clucking]

- Ah, Eva's getting the eggs
ready for market

and doing the orders.

And it's the weekly
clean tomorrow.

- Great.
Will you thank her?

- Yeah, of course I will.

- They're keeping
me in a bit longer.

I've got some atrial
fibrillation, apparently.

- Ooh, my dad had that.

It's very common.

- Yes, that's what they said.

- Yeah.

Gwen, love, last time we spoke,
you said you were feeling

overwhelmed
by the burden of the farm,

dealing with it on your own.

- And you said you'd help me.
- Of course.

And I will, gladly.

But I'm thinking
more longer term.

You know, the last
thing I want to do

is to push you into anything,
of course.

But, um, when or if you decide

it's time to sell,

it'd be a shame
to see your place

go the way of the Turner farm-

whatever the hell
they're doing up there.

- Oh, I can't think
about selling.

Not yet. Not now.

- No, I-I only mention it
because-

- Everything all right?

- Oh, Gethin.

This is my neighbor, Nathan.

- Gethin's my nephew.
- Oh, good to meet you.

- Gwen's told me how much
you've done and do for her.

- Oh.

- Owen was always saying,

thank God
Nathan's down the road.

- Well, I best be on my way.

- Yeah, I'll walk you out.

- Right.

I'll see you later, Gwen.

- My aunt, she seemed a bit
distressed when I arrived.

- Yeah, I asked
about the future of the farm.

I shouldn't have.
- Ah.

Oh, mistimed, maybe.

Now, as a solicitor,
I see it a lot-

people struggling with grief,

just unable to focus on
the decisions thrust upon them.

- But you help them
to make those decisions,

rather than run away from them.

- [chuckles] You can't
help yourselves, can you?

- Sorry?

- I've handled
a few land disputes.

And, well, you farmers
are all the same.

Expansion's in the blood.

- I'm just trying
to survive, mate.

- I'm not a sentimental man,
Mr. Williams.

When the time comes, my advice
to my aunt will be simple-

take the best price
on the table.

[indistinct chatter
dog barking]

- Jesus.

[mutters]
- All right?

- Hiya.

- You're one of Rhys's boys,
is that it?

- What?

Oh, no.
No, no, I'm not.

- Ah, that's me told there.

I'm Bunny.

[ominous music]

Sorry, I didn't catch
your name.

- It's nice to meet you, mate.
I got to go.

- You too, mate.
See you later.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

- [grunts, breathing heavily]

[engine turning over]

[music continues]

[dog barking]

- Johnny?

Johnny?

- [breathing heavily]

What are you doing, Johnny?

- I-I thought you had something
that belonged to me.

- Well, I don't.
- I know. I'm so sorry.

- Breaking and entering
is a serious crime.

- No, no, I wasn't-

- Tell me
what you are doing here.

I call the police.

- I thought you took
a parcel from my room.

- Parcel?

- Eva, can you-

Please don't tell my dad.

- You must be
out of your tiny mind.

You got something
to say to Eva?

- He said he's sorry.
- Well, he can say it again.

- I'm very sorry.

- This package of Rhys's
is drugs, I take it.

- Rhys is dealing.

Everyone on the estate
knows it.

- Right.

- Not just grass,
it's coke and heroin.

- And where do you fit
into all this, Johnny?

- I don't. I-I just-

I didn't know what it was,
and I didn't see the harm.

- Oh, so somebody
gives you a package,

they don't say what's in it,

and you think it's odd
or suspicious?

- Look-
- Come on, Johnny.

- Okay. I thought
it was weed or something.

- So why'd you hang
on to it for him?

- 'Cause he's my mate!
- [scoffs]

- I thought he was.

- I think the more important
question is,

who took it from Johnny's room?

Who knew it was there?

Have you seen any strangers?

Anyone out of place?

- Well, there was a bloke
asking after the barn.

- Okay.

- We haven't used the barn
in two years.

- It was an excuse maybe.
- Maybe.

Name was Scott Foley.

- Good memory.

- Yeah, I've seen him
a couple of times since.

Thank you, Eva.

Johnny.
- Thank you very much.

[car door closes,
engine turning over]

- You're lucky she
didn't call the police.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

Is that Rhys?

- If I can get his parcel back,
right, it's over.

[keys jingle, engine dies]

- Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[video game chiming on TV]

[banging on door]

Rhys.

- Oh, Mr. Williams.

- It's about your parcel
that Johnny lost.

- I see.

- Yeah, it won't take long.
- Now's not a good time.

[lock clicking]

- What the fucking hell, Sadie?

- Watch where you're going.
[door closes]

Now, before I give you this,

I want to make
my terms very clear.

This wipes the slate

for everything Johnny owes you
and you your friendship,

if I can call it that.

From tonight, you have
nothing more to do with him.

Okay?

We clear?
- How much?

- 500 quid.

- 500 quid?
[chuckles]

Yeah, add a zero,
and we're square, sure.

- What, for a bit of weed?

No chance.

Come on, John.

- Jesus, Rhys.

Just fucking tell him, Rhys.

- Shut it.
- Just tell him.

- Sadie, look at me.

- What is it, Sadie?
- Look at me!

- Is that it?

- [sighs]

- You bastard.

- Open it.

[hissing]

- Why? Why would you do
that to me, Rhys?

- Because he wanted
you in his debt,

and because he's an asshole.
[door opens]

- Right, have you got anything?
- Now's not the time, mate.

- What's he want,
a bit of rugby ball?

- Oh, come on, Rhys.
I'm desperate, man.

- What I have told you.
What have I fucking told you?

- What are you doing, Rhys?
- Get here.

- No, Rhys, man. Rhys.
- Out!

- Please, I need it, man!
Rhys, oh, please.

You don't understand!

Rhys, Rhys,
you don't understand.

I need it, man.
Rhys.

- Go! Go!
- Rhys.

[door slams]
- Rhys.

- Don't you dare.
Don't you fucking dare.

No!

- Dad, stop.
- No!

[toilet flushes]

[breathing heavily]

- Go on, then.
Do your worst.

- You're dead.
You are dead!

- Dad, leave it.

Come on.

- Don't worry.

He'd have stabbed me by now
if he was going to.

- Oh, very fucking smart.

Like I don't know
where you live.

Like we can't come for you
any fucking time we want!

- Rhys, Rhys!

- Let's go, Johnny.

- Get off me.

[tense music]

- Fucking idiot!

[door closes]

- Oh, fuck.

[breathing heavily]

[keys jingle, engine dies]

- What he said, Rhys...

is bullshit, okay?

He's a bully.

He's all mouth.

[ominous music]

[printer whirring]

- Here you go.

Listen, you're in the clear.

Don't squander it.
Don't look back.

Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Look at me.

Things are gonna get better.

Maybe not today but soon, okay?

And maybe-

maybe give her
a wide berth for a bit.

[bell rings]

Ta.

[music continues]

[distant phone ringing]

- Come through, Jill.

- It's Jane.

- Yeah.

- We did say 11:00, right?
- We did.

It's one of those
days, I'm afraid.

Go on, sit.

- You got the copy I sent over?
- Yeah.

- I had a feeling you'd want
to meet once you'd read.

And a lot more has been
going on at the Raglan since.

- How much you reckon
that mobile's worth?

- Don't know.

30 quid?

- 25 to 30 grand.

It's a phone carcass
belonging to a Cardiff dealer.

But the 100 contacts on there
belong to addicts

in the Bridgend area.

It used to be
about overt markets.

Users gathered
around a phone box,

and when the dealer
showed up, we'd pounce.

- Yeah, sounds good to me.

- But the dealers
aren't coming, Jane.

They're bulk texting,
contact porting,

telling the customers
where and when.

They've adapted.

And dealing's now
a chain-link crime.

In the strictest sense of
the word, it's a conspiracy.

And the only way to stop it is
to mount a counter-conspiracy.

- You had me
till the counter-conspiracy.

- [chuckles]

We have to combat the whole,
not the parts.

It's only then we have a chance
to cut the head off the snake.

- "Snake"?
I thought it was a chain.

[both chuckle]

What are you saying?

We give the dealers
a free pass?

- Hacking away solo,
focusing on one small section

does more harm than good.

- But I have a responsibility
to my town.

- No, you have a responsibility
to the chain of command.

And I'm telling you,
in the short term,

to back off.

- I'm sorry, you've lost me.

- Anything drugs-related you
bring to us,

and we'll decide
how to proceed.

That clear enough?

Look, Jane, you've brought
in this Rhys kid twice.

And like all of them, he won't
talk, so the CPS won't bite,

and you have to throw him back.

That's a cycle of futility.

And even if you did make
a charge stick,

he's home in a year with
a phone full of prison contacts

and we're no further
up the chain.

- Goodbye, sir.

[distant phone ringing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Your dad's
a fucking prick, mate.

- I didn't know he
was gonna do that.

- Well, you didn't stop him.
- I'm sorry.

What was Rhys doing,
making me think

I'd lost his fucking drugs,
making a mess of my head?

- Yeah, it was shit.
- Yeah, but why?

- It was a trick,
so you think you owe him.

- When did you know?
- When did I know what?

- That he'd taken it back?

He must have gone up
to the farm into my room.

When did you know, Sadie?

[bell rings]

[solemn music]

[drone buzzing]

[gunshot]

[gunshot, buzzing stops]

[indistinct chatter]

- I've got to go
to Newport after school,

give Kenny the takings.

- Who's Kenny?

Well, why can't Rhys go?

- He's getting me
back, isn't he?

Because he's short,
for obvious reasons.

- He's making you
take the flak?

What's he like then, Kenny?

- Scary.

- So tell him
you're not going, right?

Tell him you don't
want to go, and that's it.

You're not going.
- It's not that simple.

Why do you think Rhys
got you involved?

- I don't know.
- Crowther's on his case.

Like, one more strike
and Rhys goes down.

And I go into care.

- What about your mum and dad?
- What about 'em?

Dad's not out for another year.

And we don't know about Mum.

Like where she is, like, anything.

I don't want to go back
in care, Johnny.

- Right.

So you just hand
over the money.

Yeah?

Does that help
with you being short?

[ominous music]

Sadie, look,
I'm coming with you.

You're not going
on your own, right?

- No, your dad will freak.
He'll call the police.

- No, he won't. He thinks
I'm at swimming. Please.

It would make me feel
better about everything.

Okay?

[music continues]

[car idling]

- Good.

- Car ride?
- I'm working.

- Yeah, I thought I'd catch you
on your break.

I brought you a snack.
Look, tuna sub.

- Driver's license.
- What?

- You come on site,
you need a day pass.

- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Thank you.

Wait there.

Cheap rubbish.

- What exactly is
it that they do

here that's so secretive,
apart from torture animals,

obviously?
- Search me.

Never even been inside.

- [scoffs]

Mmm.

What?

- Well, I'm no psychologist,
but if you were happier

in your work, you wouldn't be
shacked up with Rachel.

- Robin.

- Sooner or later, word
will get back to Palisades.

- How many people are
happy in their work?

You, for instance?

- We're not talking about me.

- No cucumber.

- I thought you weren't a fan.

- What are you
doing here, Nathan?

- How about a change?

How about you come and
work at the farm for a bit?

You know, maybe focus
on security to start with,

CCTV, perimeters and all that.

- This about your drone?

Rob said you were
banging on about a drone.

- Well, yeah.

Yeah, it'd be good to know
who's so interested in my farm.

Whatever they're paying you,
we could try and match it.

Maybe go a bit higher
if you like.

- I don't like.
- Why not?

- Well, let's see, offer me
work on my own property.

- It's not your property.
I bought you out.

- At well under
the market value.

- I dispute that.

- I didn't know
what I was doing.

- You were broke.
You knew that much.

- And you took advantage.
- Well, that's funny.

When I had to triple the
mortgage to cover your share,

it really didn't
feel like that.

- [chuckles]

- What?

- Whenever you do me a favor,
it always feels like there's

something in it for you...

just like Dad.

So what is it this time?

Hmm?

Nathan?

- Johnny...

he lost his way a bit.

I thought maybe spending
a bit more time

with his favorite uncle-
- Lost his way how?

- Doesn't matter.
- Fuck off doesn't matter.

What is it?

- Kid he was at school with
tried to get him into dealing.

- No way.

- I took care of it.

All right, I won't take up
any more of your time.

[clears throat]

- That kid shows up again,
you let me know, okay?

- I didn't take advantage,
not then and not now.

- Aw, shit.
- What?

- It's Bunny.
- Oi.

- Came up to me the other day,
just started talking.

- What, outside
the Whistle Stop?

- Yeah.

- Did he try
and sell you something?

- No.

- I've heard
he's dealing again.

My brother sort of,
um, took over from him.

- How comes he's got the limp?

- Um, Kenny did that.

- Right, that's good to know.

What did Kenny do to him?

- I don't know.

There's things they do when
it's not worth killing you.

[phone ringing, vibrating]

- Dad?
- I'm gonna be out for a bit.

But I'll be home before you're
back from swimming.

- All right. Okay.
- Everything all right?

- Yeah, yeah, fine, fine.
- What's that noise?

- Oh, we're just
in the changing rooms.

We just got here.
- All right.

Well, if there's problem
with the minibus-

- I'll give you a call.
Yeah, don't worry.

- All right, see you later.

You serving food yet?

- As long as you like
steak and kidney pie.

- Oh, I love it.

[indistinct chatter]

That bloke I sent up your way,
is he still here?

- Scott?
- Yeah.

- Yeah, with us
for another week, I think.

- Oh. Dinner on the house,
then, is it?

- [laughs]
[telephone ringing]

Oh.

- All right, Scott?

- Nathan.

- I'll buy you a pint
in the other room.

- Ah, kind offer,
but I've got to run.

- I thought
you were on holiday.

- Another time.

[ominous music]

[clink]

[telephone ringing]

- Skirrid Mountain Inn.

[continues indistinctly]

[music continues]

[animals bleating]

[music continues]

[train rumbles softly, squeals]

- This is the 18:30
train to Cardiff Central

calling at Newport Station
and Cardiff Central.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[horse chuffs]

- That's him-Kenny.

[tense music]

[indistinct chatter]

- Who the fuck's this?

- Uh, this is Johnny.

[music continues]

[Tom Jones' "Burning Hell"]

- ? I'm going down

? To the crossroads

? With no devil

? Well, I'll make a deal

? I'm going down

? To the crossroads

? With no devil

? Well, I'll make a deal

? Maybe there ain't no hell

?

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