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Uh, give me spicy wings and a Coke.

See your money first?

Well, forget the Coke, then. I'm starving.

There's not even a quid there.

Get lost.

There you are.

That'll cover it.

- No, you all right, mate? - You got caught short.

It's no biggie.

Happens to the best of us, right?

Yeah, right.

Mmm.

Name's Kenny, by the way.

Mm.

Rhys.

- You could sleep in here. - I have on occasion.

Oh. More comfortable than my bed at home.

So which one is Bunny?

He's the prick talking.

You can stay here if you like.

I mean, if you'd rather.

I wouldn't think any less of you, bro.

Okay.

- Bunny? - Yeah.

- You're Bunny, yeah, bro? - Who's asking?

This is an introduction.

Next time, I'll be in your nightmares.

Are we clear?

Yeah?

Good.

You want to finish him off?

Come on.

Rhys, it's about your parcel, the one Johnny lost.

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

Because he wanted you in his debt.

And because he's an asshole.

No, no!

You're dead.

Dad, let's just go.

What are you saying?

We give the dealers a free pass?

Look, Jake, 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 the cycle of futility.

Aw, shit.

What?

Oh, it's Bunny.

How come he's got the limp?

Kenny did that.

Right. It's good to know.

Dad?

I'm gonna be out for a bit, but I'll be home before you're

- back from swimming. - All right.

- Okay. - What's that noise?

Oh, we're just in the changing rooms.

We just got here.

All right. See you later.

You all right, Scott?

Nathan.

Can I buy you a pint in the other room?

A kind offer, but I've got to run.

I thought you were on holiday.

That's him, Kenny.

Who the fuck's this?

Uh, this is Johnny.

♪ I sit back

♪ Light my blunt

♪ Drink my drink and pop my pill ♪

♪ No, I'm not from Buffalo

♪ But I'm all about them bills, eh ♪

♪ Welcome, welcome

All right, Kenny?

Can't complain, Michelle. Can't complain.

You're all right, yeah?

- Where is it? - It's in the front.

Cool. Give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Right, just go over there, both of you.

You're short.

Yeah.

It was dead at the weekend.

Rhys said he'd never known it so quiet.

Is that why he sent you?

No.

No, no. He sent me 'cause I pissed him off.

- How? - I called him a prick.

Truth hurts.

Well, let's recap.

Let's recap a moment, if that's okay, yeah?

Our products are still the bomb.

No padding, no dregs. I mean, it's just superior.

Right?

- Right. - Right.

But the count's short.

The count's short, and Rhys doesn't show up.

He sends his kid sister, his kid sister and a fucking mate.

No offense, Johnny.

Doesn't call, message, nothing.

Now, what's that about?

Seriously?

I know what that's about.

He's scared, hoping I take it out on you,

which I most certainly will.

And when I'm done with you, my brother,

I will have to cancel my dinner plans just to...

- Bunny. - What?

Bunny.

Rhys is sorting out Bunny.

Right?

Why is he sorting out Bunny?

Bunny's dealing again, and Rhys is shutting him down.

So that's why we're short, Bunny?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, it's not okay, but okay.

We got somewhere.

All I wanted was the truth.

Sorry.

Sit, sit.

Sit down.

Yo, Khalad, whenever you're ready, mate.

Fuck suit.

What are you, an 8 or 9?

I'm sorry?

Your shoe size, what are you, bruv?

Oh, 8, I think.

Take your pick. Come here.

Thank you.

Last one, my brother.

Come here.

Tell Rhys this better be a one-off.

He's a good earner, but if the count's short again...

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's in the front.

When you guys go, just make sure you close the door, yeah?

Properly, yeah.

Roger.

Thank you.

Fucking hell.

Oh, got a call.

- Hi, Dad. - How was swimming?

Yeah, we've just come for a fish and chips

after the pool shut.

Oh, yeah?

Who's we?

You know, Simon, Carl, Jake, the swimmers.

What?

No, I didn't say anything.

I'm just glad you're enjoying yourself.

Um, okay, Dad, listen.

A few of us might go back to Simon's.

Can I go?

You know his dad says he'll run me home because the minibus

- driver wants to get off. - Yeah, sure.

Just call me if you want me to come and pick you up.

Okay.

Cheers, Dad.

Bye-bye.

I think you've got something of mine.

And I think I owe you an explanation.

I could have handled things better,

I admit, been more up front.

That's an understatement.

Everything you said was a bare-faced lie.

Fair enough.

I deserve that.

That's all right, 'cause you're gonna make

- up for it now, aren't you? - I'll try.

Basically, I'm a third-party agent, carrying out feasibility

acquisition studies.

Oh, you're an estate agent?

Kind of.

I scout out plots of land all over Europe,

often, but not always, farmland, and then

match them up with buyers.

And who's your buyer? Palisades, is it?

Oh, that's funny, 'cause I could have sworn they sent

one of their cars to pick you up.

It doesn't work like that.

I need to establish two things first...

availability and desirability.

Is the plot potentially for sale?

And if so, what are the particulars?

Size, soil content, access,

natural irrigation, and so on.

Were you behind the sale of Bill Turner's farm?

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

Really?

I want to buy your farm, Nathan.

Right, Kenny.

Have you seen Rhys tonight?

No.

What about Bunny?

Bunny?

Yeah, Bunny.

Uh...

yeah, he... he was in early, as it happens.

The drone was rude, but shooting

it down was a bit much.

We're very territorial, us farmers.

If you haven't worked that out yet, you're in the wrong job.

The footage made interesting viewing,

especially set alongside the land registry maps.

The northeastern corner of the farm isn't even yours.

It belongs to your late neighbor, Owen Thomas.

Sure, boundaries shift over time,

but the fact a river bisects said corner is noteworthy,

to say the least.

I sense this place has become an albatross.

Am I right?

It has its challenges.

You feel trapped.

Trapped?

No, committed.

And it's getting tougher by the day.

The grind, the overheads, not to mention a moribund business

model that looked shaky at the turn of the century,

never mind now.

I'll think about it.

Good.

That's all I'm asking.

Hmm.

Can I ask you a question, Scott?

Sure.

That bloke you've got helping you with the drone, who is he?

In the red cagoule.

Just a contractor I use.

Still can't get hold of your brother, you know.

Maybe Bunny got the better of him.

No chance.

Did you get singles or returned?

Never mind.

It's warmer in the car.

Get in.

Go around the front.

Nathan.

Scott Foley says hello.

Oh.

That's nice.

How is he?

You've been spying on me, your own brother.

Oh, he just wanted a bit of history,

you know, background stuff.

Aye, about the farm.

Yeah.

And why would he want that, I wonder?

You are unbelievable.

Hey, this was all stuff in the public domain.

He could have found out anyway.

Is there nothing you won't do for a bit of cash in hand?

Or a lot of cash in hand, as it goes.

I thought the main thing they instilled in you

in the military was loyalty.

I mean, would it be so bad if someone

took the farm off our hands in return for a big check?

My hands, Caleb.

My hands.

It's my farm.

You've never accepted it, have you,

no matter what it says on the deeds?

No.

Which is ironic, because you've

never shown any inclination to, you

know, like, work on the farm.

Oh, I show plenty of inclination, Nathan.

I was just never encouraged, never given a chance.

And Dad made sure of that.

And later on, so did you and Sabine.

Albatross.

Yeah.

Two days after Sabine died, I took

you down the Rose and Crown.

And I said the farmer's a fucking albatross.

It had killed her sure as if a tractor had run into her.

That wasn't in the public domain.

That was two brothers talking.

You didn't say it at the Rose.

You said it when I dropped you home.

Looking down Ridgefield, you said "This place killed her,

Caleb, this poxy nothing place killed

her sure as if she'd been stomped by a bull."

And you've wanted shot of it ever since.

Don't tell me different.

Two brothers talking.

Drink?

I messed up, okay?

There.

Said it.

What are we doing here?

I just need a word with them.

Should we stay here?

No.

No, we're gonna stick together, Johnny.

Got to run for it.

Come on.

Kenny.

Hello, Dan.

Listen, about Bunny.

Is he here?

No.

Has he been back?

No.

He hasn't, mate.

I would have told you, wouldn't I?

Is the suite free?

Well, the suite, yeah, sure.

Who's Foley working for?

The Palisades?

He didn't say.

Say anything about a storage company?

Bill Turner sold his farm to a storage company.

What kind of storage company?

Fairground equipment.

Wait, why would you buy a whole farm for that?

I have the same question.

- Maybe it's a front. - Well, it's not.

He's got dodgems and whatnot in his haybarn.

Aye, it doesn't mean it's not a front.

It could be a bit of third-party

precedent purchasing.

What's that?

The big companies, the multinationals,

they know they're not welcome, so they hire a third party,

a shield to show precedent.

I heard one supermarket chain secured all

its city center stores by applying

- via a local carpet company. - That's legal?

That's a way to Trojan horse pass normal checks

and balances.

It's effective.

Well, you two discussed this?

Discussed what?

My brother moonlighting for a guy...

No, we have not.

I'll leave you to it.

Yo, Dan, hold my calls, yeah?

Unless it's Bunny.

Then I'll make space in my schedule.

Drugs thing sorted?

- How's he doing? - Honestly, I don't know.

Sometimes he's so unreachable.

Well, he's been through a lot.

And plus, he's a teenager.

I mean, we never told the old man a thing, did we?

No, we didn't.

Old bastard thought he was Lord of all creation,

didn't know the half.

Mum had an inkling, though, didn't she?

Yeah, she did.

She bloody did.

Is there a party here every night?

Uh, yeah, pretty much.

Hey.

You know, Johnny's home from swimming.

I'd better get home.

Take off your jackets, innit?

Here.

Well, sit down, you know?

What's your view on...

♪ Excuse me

♪ I do what a man does

♪ I don't make excuses when I'm getting mad ♪

♪ I'll be going crazy

♪ I'm talking bananas

Well, sit down, bruv.

Now, make yourself comfortable, Johnny, yeah?

♪ I can make you raise your standards ♪

Come here.

♪ Do you better

♪ I can give you all that

Come here.

I just want to have a little chat with you.

Maybe we can all, you know, chill together, yeah?

I don't think they've got Netflix on that telly.

What the fuck are you doing, bruv?

It's okay, Johnny.

Honestly, it's okay.

Sit down, man.

Hello, guys. I'm Charlie.

You're watching "Late Night Babes."

I've just become available.

Take your clothes off.

I-I don't want to.

Ask me out to dinner.

Why?

Why, are you not in it?

I want to go home.

You're not going home.

Not yet.

Come on, get on the bed.

I said, fucking take your clothes off, man.

Ugh!

Get off!

Ow!

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Agh!

Hello.

Dad, it's... it's me.

I think... I think I've just killed someone.

What?

Are... are... are you sure? How do you know?

He's cold.

Christ, Johnny!

What is it?

Nathan, what is it? Give me the phone.

It's Caleb. What's happened?

Now, I need you to tell me where you are and a little bit

about the situation, okay?

Okay.

Nathan.

Get some open bags from the top drawer there.

You just need to be prepared, okay?

Right, you know the one between the Raglan and the timberyard?

Park there.

I'll call Johnny and tell him to find the rear door away

from the cameras.

Stop here.

Okay, there's no cameras. Go on.

- What? - Nothing.

There he is. Good lad.

Are you okay, Sadie?

Sadie?

Uh, in there.

It's in there.

We need to call the police.

- Hang on. - I'll call Jane Crowther.

This was an accident, right?

He came at you? It's his knife, isn't it?

- It's self-defense. - It wasn't self-defense.

Johnny was defending me.

He was gonna rape me.

Go on, Sadie.

I-I stabbed him in the neck.

And then... then he started strangling me.

And Johnny came in and got the knife and...

and Johnny finished Kenny off.

And that's what we tell the police, all of it.

Take a breath.

This isn't "Badgers," Nathan.

No, that's why we call in the police.

He's got stab wounds to his back and neck.

Doesn't look like self-defense.

- Well, he was strangling me. - There you go.

There's not a mark on you.

It's your word against a mutilated body.

And what about you, Johnny?

Any injuries, any defensive wounds?

- Whose knife was it? - Mine.

It's your call.

But he's looking at manslaughter at best.

That's a stretch. Five years minimum.

What will it do to him?

Right, we need to get out of here.

Wait.

We got right on our side.

He was trying to rape her, throttle her.

What was he supposed to do? He saved her life.

Any witnesses, anyone see you arrive?

Yeah, Dan did.

Who's Dan?

He's just the receptionist.

Well, you know him?

You've been here before?

Why? What were you doing here?

Johnny.

I was dropping off a package for Rhys.

Go on.

Afterwards...

afterwards, Crowther picked me up.

Said she saw me with a package.

She said she'd let me off this time, but the next time...

next time she wouldn't.

Jesus Christ, John.

So who is this bloke?

His name's Kenny. He's a drug dealer from Newport.

What were you doing here?

What were you even fucking doing here?

I'm sorry, Dad.

Jane Crowther picks you up,

and this is the first I fucking hear about it?

This isn't helping, Nathan.

All right, Sadie and Johnny, switch your phones off

and don't switch them on until I say so.

You too, Nathan.

Now, we need to get this place cleaned up.

Why? What are you gonna do?

Get rid of the body with Nathan's help.

And then we say goodbye to Dan.

That's very important.

- Down there. - Yeah.

We had a bit of a party.

Had a bit of a mess.

Where's Kenny?

Oh, he went out to his car.

He's waiting out front.

He said he'd call you.

Right.

- All right? - Yeah.

Okay.

- See you, Johnny. - Bye, Sadie.

Sadie.

I know this sounds a bit, but I'm really sorry about what

happened to you tonight.

I know things aren't great at home.

So if you want to come and spend some time on the farm,

maybe stay a few nights, you'd be more than welcome.

Okay?

Okay.

Where the fuck have you been? I've been calling you.

There's your drugs.

Oi, Sadie!

What's happened?

Where have you been?

Fuck me.

I asked you a fucking question.

The Raglan.

We killed him.

What?

We killed him.

Who?

Kenny.

Say that again.

- Say it again. - Rhys, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

So, so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Rhys, Rhys.

I'm so sorry.

Rhys, I'm so sorry. Rhys, I'm so sorry.

What are you doing? What are you fucking doing?

- Fuck! - No!

- Fuck! - I'm sorry!

Who else saw you at the Raglan?

- Who else saw you at the Raglan? - Dan.

- I don't know. Just Dan. - You fucking killed us.

You killed us.

I'm so sorry, Rhys. It just happened.

Fuck!

Fucking Health and Safety.

Right, a missing person gets a fraction of the manpower

they give to a murder.

- You with me? - Yeah.

Rusted over.

1, 2, 3.

And again. That's it.

All right.

That's it.

Ventilation shaft...

200 feet down to the bottom of the workings.

That's it.

Ready? 1, 2, 3.

Shame we couldn't fit his car down there.

You okay?

Stupid question.

Nathan, just stand back.

Hang on.

Do your coat up.

You can't say anything to her, right?

I know. I'm not stupid.

Go and... go and clean yourself up.

Did you just say he can't tell her about it?

Yeah.

- Who is she? - Eva.

Okay.

She worked for Owen.

- Where's she from? - Poland.

She's great. She's great. She's...

She's a stranger, basically.

Do you want me to get you a taxi?

- I'd run you... - Robyn's coming to get me.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

What are you gonna tell her?

Oh, don't worry about it.

Johnny got drunk at a party and wandered into Sharpstone Woods,

- and we went to find him. - Will she buy that?

We don't exactly live in each other's pockets,

do we?

Caleb...

"thanks" doesn't really cover it.

- Family. - Yeah, yeah.

Uh, look, it's none of my business,

but maybe you should have seen this coming.

- What do you mean? - Oh... oh, it doesn't matter.

Well, no, go on, spit it out.

Well, it... it's about focus and attention, okay?

And priorities.

And kids sniff that out in a heartbeat.

And your focus has always been this place.

Not fair.

- Just like Dad. - Also not fair.

The point is, you have to keep him close to you now.

Sooner or later, he's gonna want to talk to someone.

And it better not be Eva or his schoolteacher

or anyone who isn't you or me.

Caleb.

Hi.

And the shoes.

I'll get you some new ones.

Where did you get them?

Kenny gave them to me.

In the bag.

How are you doing?

Tired.

Do you think you can sleep?

Uh...

- Alice. - Hi, Dad.

- How are you? - Okay.

- Not too bad. - Nathan.

Listen, I'll... I'll have to call you back, all right?

Again.

He turns up around 10:00 with the two kids and asks

for the keys to the suite.

What did he say?

He said to call him if Bunny turns up.

- Did he? - No.

- All right, Dan? - Not now, mate.

I'm a bit busy.

Go on.

A bit later, the girl shows up.

Rhys's sister.

Yeah, Sadie.

She gives me the room key back, and then I watch her walk out.

And Kenny drives up, and she gets in.

- What about the boy? - He's in the car with Kenny.

This isn't making any sense.

How about you tell me what really happened, Dan?

I want to see the cameras in the hall.

We took 'em out.

You asked us to.

This better be good.

I'm supposed to be at a piano recital.

Kenny's missing.

As in, no one got a clue where he is,

and he's not answering his phone.

Who's leading the search party?

Khalad?

He must be shitting himself.

Back against the wall, short of meds.

Forget it.

He barely knows my name.

He sees you every day. You're familiar, safe.

Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on.

Look, it's not that simple.

I can't be making any sudden moves.

You've been saying that for a year.

Look, Michelle, I just need the warehouse.

Get the warehouse for me and you're done.

They don't appreciate you.

They don't.

Since when did the local bobby need written fucking permission

to investigate local crime?

You didn't get that memo?

I can't see the big picture, apparently.

Doing more harm than good.

He didn't say that.

"A cycle of futility."

That's all I'm engaged in.

Resign.

Take the retirement package.

- We'd lose the house. - So what?

They'll turf us out eventually.

Honestly, if they don't appreciate you, Jane, sod 'em.

No rest for the wicked.

Uh-huh.

PC Jane Crowther.

I want to report a suspicious incident.

I don't want to get involved, okay?

No names, no statements, nothing like that.

- Anonymous? - Exactly, anonymous.

Why don't you start at the beginning, sir?

♪ 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