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Owen, let me talk to you. Come on.

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

Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in here.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

♪ 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 ♪

Booze has arrived.

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.

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.

- All right. - What is that?

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.

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.

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.

You all right?

This is Caleb. Leave a message.

Or don't. Up to you.

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.

Johnny.

Rhys wants a word.

He's by the gym now.

Johnny, please.

- 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?

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.

See, mate? I knew you'd say that.

Hey, I knew I could count on you.

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.

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.

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?

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?

- 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?

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.

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.

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.

Jesus.

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.

Sorry, I didn't catch your name.

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

You too, mate. See you later.

Johnny?

Johnny?

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!

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.

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

Is that Rhys?

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

Come on.

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.

What the fucking hell, Sadie?

Watch where you're going.

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?

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?

You bastard.

Open it.

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

Because he wanted you in his debt,

and because he's an asshole.

- 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.

Rhys.

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

No!

- Dad, stop. - No!

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.

Fucking idiot!

Oh, fuck.

What he said, Rhys...

is bullshit, okay?

He's a bully.

He's all mouth.

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.

Ta.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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?

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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?

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.

Skirrid Mountain Inn.

This is the 18:30 train to Cardiff Central

calling at Newport Station and Cardiff Central.

That's him... Kenny.

Who the fuck's this?

Uh, this is Johnny.

♪ 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