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I've got to go to Newport after school,

give Kenny the takings.

Who's Kenny?

That's him.

♪ Z like the wizard

♪ Wizard

♪ Now I got it cooking

♪ But I ain't in the

All right, Kenny?

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

doesn't call, message, nothing.

I just need a word with Dan.

Is the suite free?

Yeah, sure.

Ugh!

Ugh!

Hello?

Dad, it's me.

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

Now, we need to get this place cleaned up.

And then we say goodbye to Dan.

We had a bit of a party.

You have to keep him close to you now.

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

Kenny's missing, as no one got a clue what he is,

and he's not answering his phone.

Who's leading the search party?

Khalad?

This isn't making any sense.

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.

Got it.

Anonymous?

Exactly, anonymous.

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

Hello?

I was up at Hillback Mine, walking the dog.

Okay.

There was another car up there.

Of the burned-out variety?

Yeah, BMW this time.

It's not locals, is it?

Taking the piss.

Can I hazard a guess?

You don't want to give your name

because you weren't, strictly speaking,

supposed to be up there.

But I'm not concerned about that, not in the least, okay?

Why don't you come to the station for a cuppa?

Talk about this properly, face to face, hmm?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

Yeah.

Oh, I thought you'd gone.

Where would I go?

Oh.

Oi.

I got you.

I'm here. I'm here.

Fucking hell, Sadie.

It's all right, Rhys.

I've seen a knife before, like.

- You're sure only Dan knows? - I don't know.

Like Kenny might have told someone, like on the phone.

Your birthday last year, when you asked me to stop all this,

begged me, I tried.

I told him I want out.

They laughed and said, if I even mentioned it again,

they'd kill you and then they'd kill me.

So I carried on.

So what are we gonna do now, then?

We carry on.

Sure we can't help you unpack?

I'm fine, Dad.

You got a checkbook, just in case?

A checkbook?

No one uses checks anymore.

I do.

A check still works when the Wi-Fi is down, right?

There's a freshers' meeting in the cantina at 11:00.

Great.

You want us to come?

No.

If you want to pop home for a lunch on Sunday,

I can pick you up.

She's just arrived.

Dad, I just got here.

Uh, Josh.

Nice to meet you.

Hi, Selma.

Grace.

Sorry.

Is this your milk?

It says so on the bottle.

Honestly, it's cool.

Don't worry. Help yourself.

Thanks.

I'll get some later.

I'm fine.

She's too nice.

People smell that, take advantage.

She'll learn.

She will.

Are you okay?

She shouldn't come home this weekend.

She should have gone somewhere further away,

stand on her own two feet.

She wasn't ready.

In your opinion.

In my opinion, yes.

Okay.

I need to take this.

Sandra.

He's still not back.

No... no calls, no texts.

I... I know something's wrong, okay?

I'm not stupid.

It's all right, Sandra.

It's all right.

Talk to me.

Two days. two days, and I just don't know what to do.

Sandra, I know you're upset, but we must be careful

what we say on the phone, huh?

Okay.

Kenny is like family.

And family is everything to me.

I will find him, and I will bring him home.

Dad?

I'll call you later.

I didn't say goodbye properly.

Kenny Davies, who runs the Nail Bar line,

basically, all of the lines coming out of Newport,

is AWOL.

We've got new runners coming in that we can't ID,

and it's a foggy battlefield out there.

Surveillance on Kenny's number two is Khalad, a.k.a.

Special K, shows a man on the warpath.

Unless, you know, it's all for show

and he knows exactly where Kenny is.

When did you get so cynical, Chrissy?

Oh, six months cooped up in a car with you.

Let's say that cynicism is misplaced

and he genuinely has no idea where the boss is.

Well, a turf war, new kids on the block.

Someone's coming after them.

It could mean they're vulnerable, yeah.

What? New kids on the block?

Yeah.

Someone not on our radar, then.

Newport, Barry, Bridgend, Chepstow,

it's the same product, same street-level dominance.

If this lot had a rival, we'd know about it.

Whatever's going on, this is an opportunity

we cannot squander.

We are hitting the Nail Bar this afternoon.

Six months ago, you stood right there

and said the only game in town is the source, the line in.

Until we know that, we keep our powder dry.

You, Glen, you're the guy who said that

we have to try something new.

And this is it.

Well, we haven't got warrants.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, we do.

Briefer.

Will do.

Come on, boys.

Finney, you need to go.

Ah, that's his assertive voice, very assertive.

Fuck off, Ben, for your sake.

What are you gonna do, Dan?

Call the cops?

Give me a Chinese burn like.

Why don't you go get us a beer, Dan?

Message from Kenny.

Ugh!

Jesus Christ, what's the matter with you?

Rhys, Rhys.

Shut the fuck up!

Rhys, Rhys.

Rhys, come on, let's go.

Come on, man.

Hands in the air, hands in the air.

Let me see your hands.

Let me see your hands!

They love it, don't they?

What, and you don't?

Hands where I can see them.

On your knees, on your knees.

On your chest, on your chest.

- Hands behind your back. - Yeah.

You two upstairs.

All clear, all clear.

My name is DCI Neil Anderson.

We have a warrant to search your property.

Please comply, and this should all go quite smoothly.

I'm too old for this.

Right, put your hands up where I can see 'em.

Keep em there.

Oof.

Yeah, look what we got here.

Freeze!

I've got two males in hot pursuit.

Stop right there.

Stop.

Glen?

Gun, gun, gun!

Gun clear.

Agh!

Glen?

Calling for backup.

Officer down.

I did think you might have called, given, you know,

everything.

Sorry.

It's just that impulse for everything

to go back the way it was.

You mean when you never called me?

One stupid decision.

Which one's that, then?

Flushing those drugs down the toilet.

You know, you tried to fix a problem

the only way you knew how.

Dad, have you seen my school shirts?

Because I can't find 'em.

You must have put 'em somewhere.

Yeah, I think Eva washed them.

They'll be hanging on the line.

Hi, Caleb.

Hey, Johnny.

Fuck's sake.

Is he going back to school?

Yeah, he's okay.

He seems a little hyper to me.

Well, as long as he's keeping busy,

he's not thinking about it, is he?

A.k.a.

Sweeping under the carpet.

I ask him every day if he wants to talk.

Just wants to put it behind him.

Yeah, that's not how trauma works, Nathan.

And believe me, he is traumatized.

He's killed a man, taken a life.

And it doesn't matter that he was a rapist scumbag.

It's a weight, a burden.

And it will drive you clean through the ground

if you let it.

Tell him he did a brave thing, the right thing.

Tell him every day until he believes it.

Hi.

Can I borrow your shotgun?

Police took Owen's away.

That fox is caught in the trap by the henhouse.

I need to get rid of it.

You know how to do that?

I wouldn't ask otherwise.

Every summer, we went to my uncle's farm

outside of Gdansk.

He showed me what to do with a fox.

There you go.

Fill your boots.

This raid was the result of multi-agency cooperation

hitting the county lines distribution chain where it

hurts, not merely scooping up street dealers,

which achieves nothing.

- That's me told. - Pompous prick.

A police officer was seriously

injured in the operation and remains

in a critical condition.

This was a long-planned operation,

and we have seriously damaged this insidious

network which has inflicted...

Okay.

If you're not ready, we can always try again tomorrow.

Look, you showed huge courage.

You were in an impossible situation,

and you did a brave thing.

You remember that.

It will get easier.

I dropped my phone at the quarry.

Okay.

My phone grip, right?

I don't know if it came off then, but if it did,

I mean, it'll have my fingerprints, right?

My DNA.

Okay, after I drop you, I'll go up the quarry.

And if it's there, then I'll bring it back.

And if not, there's no harm done.

Put your seat belt on.

Shit.

I saw your car from the road.

I... I wanted a word.

Word about what, Nathan?

Johnny told me about you, um, picking

him up outside the Raglan.

Right.

Well, I just wanted to say thank you.

That was big of you.

You know, giving him a second chance.

That's it, Jane.

That's all I wanted to say.

I won't be able to turn a blind eye next time, mind.

Oh, I understand.

Yeah, yeah.

It's just a misguided friendship knocked

him off the rails a bit.

Now it sounds like you're making excuses for him.

No, I'm not.

You mean Rhys, I take it?

Or... or his sister?

No, I mean...

I mean Rhys.

I mean... yeah, Sadie's okay.

I'd tell Johnny to stay clear of both of 'em.

They've got a bloody junkie living in their house.

Need I say more?

Yeah, I got the chassis number off it last night.

Belongs to a Kenny Davies.

Mid-level Newport dealer with convictions a mile long.

Yeah, there was a big raid in Newport yesterday.

Yeah, I heard something on the radio.

I'm thinking this Davies fella must be connected.

Stands to reason.

You can hear Newport CID coming a mile off.

Yeah. Yeah.

Sounded like a big op.

Big op.

That prick Anderson?

If he was a big I am,

he'd have hit their warehouse, not a hub.

This consolation prize stuff.

Well, the... the nail bar.

What does that look like to you?

Shower curtain ring, obviously.

Butterfly design on the curtain.

What might you use a shower curtain for,

apart from keeping your floor dry?

Lining your boot?

Lining your boot.

Or wrapping something up you don't

want to stinking up your car.

Body, say.

Well, if you're burning the car,

you wouldn't bother with that, would you?

This is a lead, Nathan.

And I reckon I know where it'll take me.

Right.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Yeah, she's definitely running a temperature.

So she's not drinking.

She's not eating.

Nope.

Right, she's not, is she?

This is above my pay grade.

Vet?

Vet.

I left my phone upstairs.

I have put my complaints in writing... three times

in October, March, and June.

I want to know one thing... when is

the boiler going to be fixed?

And I mean properly.

Thank you for your help.

I've declared war on my landlords.

Sounds like they had it coming.

I call them every week on the same day, at the same time.

Nothing ever happens.

And they want to put the bloody rent up.

I... I just...

What's that?

Oh, Scott Foley.

Wants to buy my farm.

Sorry not to call ahead.

Can I come in?

You have five minutes.

I'd like to make you a provisional offer

of a straight million.

A million?

Now, we both know it's worth 1.5.

And you might even get that, eventually.

We both know how long farms languish on the market

these days and appreciate.

The upsides of my offer are no chain,

no fees, and the money in the bank at the end of the month.

I'd need to think about that.

Okay.

But my clients are keen to make an acquisition,

so I'll need to move on soon.

There's no shortage of ailing farms.

Make me feel special.

You're not special, Nathan.

A million's a good price.

And deep down, you know that.

Good price for you, you mean.

A steal.

I'll tell you what is special.

Your fresh water supply and irrigation

running right off the river Asp, come rain or shine.

On paper, by which I mean the land registry maps,

that water is no more yours than mine.

There's a big margin of error on those maps.

It's okay, Nathan.

Your secret's safe with me.

I mean, I think I've pieced it together.

Your dad was a big deal around here.

People still remember him.

I mean, maybe not fondly, but they remember him.

He was a bloody good farmer and a fair boss.

He was the quintessential Englishman, exuding decency

while expanding his empire.

That's rich, coming from you.

But he could roll with the punches in a way

Owen Thomas never could.

Back in the day, Owen had to sell

his combine and half his kit to keep body and soul together.

Your dad let him use his gear in perpetuity,

and payment was an unofficial boundary change.

And lo and behold, the Asp flowed through Bronnheil farm.

How am I doing?

Without that water, your crops and capacity sink like a stone.

You'd be lucky to get half a mil.

Food for thought.

How long has he been down?

15 minutes.

Right, let's get some adrenaline into him, please.

The police officer who died as a result of injuries

sustained during a raid on a Newport nail bar

has been named as DI Glen Hughes.

Meanwhile, the search continues

for this man, Khalad Rogan,

thought to be linked with a drugs distribution...

What is it with nail bars?

Eh?

He's believed to be armed...

My niece got involved for a while.

- What, dealing? - Mm-hmm.

How old is she?

16.

She's okay now.

I promised my sister I'd attend court every day.

And I did.

Went down the rabbit hole, listened to all the experts.

So you know what a distribution hub is?

One bar up from Rhys on the ladder.

Rung.

Hmm?

Well, what about above that?

Drugs come in via container load, hidden in stuff.

What kind of stuff?

Equipment, machinery, furniture, legal stuff.

It gets... oh, how do you say put in one spot?

What, like a warehouse?

Yes.

And that place stays super secure.

99% of the dealers, they won't know where it is.

So if it's so secure, how are the drugs getting out?

Few trusted couriers with good covers, I guess.

Right.

So someone with a legitimate reason for coming and going.

That's interesting.

Interesting.

Is everything okay with Johnny?

Dad?

Yeah, he's fine.

- Hello. - Hi, Johnny.

Hi.

Does he look familiar?

Yeah, he was at the nail bar.

Was he?

And he was at the showroom.

It was the day we did the test drive.

Yeah, smashing furniture into a skip.

It looked brand-new as well.

So why would he be doing that?

Sorry, Tarik.

I know I shouldn't have called.

It's okay.

You're in pain, scared.

Why didn't you tell me Kenny had disappeared?

I thought...

I thought he'd come back.

But he didn't.

Then we get raided.

Just take me through everything, every step.

Hm?

Two back there and then pop the cushions off.

That'd be great.

Is everything okay, sir?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I'm just browsing.

Then what happened?

He took off with the kids.

To find Rhys.

To the Raglan.

I went there myself.

I checked the cameras.

He left at 1:00 AM.

On his own?

With the kids.

Listen, if... if we have a rat, I don't want to say it,

but... but maybe it was Kenny.

It's a theory.

But Kenny did a seven-year stretch for me,

and he never opened his mouth.

Please, Tarik.

Please.

It's not personal, Khalad.

The policeman you injured has died.

This is a mess, and I need to clean it up.

Is there anything I can do for you, someone I can help?

I... yeah.

I have a sister back home.

Her husband died last year.

She... she has three kids.

What's her name?

Serenay.

Alice.

You never called me back, Dad.

Oh, god.

Sorry, love.

Now I know how it feels, you mean.

Everything all right?

You seemed stressed the other day.

No, no. No, I'm fine.

I'm just out with Crystal. Look.

Oh, lovely.

I miss her.

You sure you're all right?

Yeah, everything's right as rain here.

Right as rain?

Okay.

We miss you.

House is quiet without you.

Don't guilt trip me, Dad.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm just... I'm just being honest.

Well, I...

I miss you, too.

Just the man.

Come on.

There you go.

How would you feel if we sold out one day and we

you lived another life, maybe in the city

or in another country?

I wouldn't care if we left.

And?

There's a but coming?

I miss Mum.

I remember that day we roofed the barn

and the combine catching fire in Eastfield.

Mum finding Taffin by the pond the night she gave birth.

Memories everywhere, yeah.

I sometimes... occasionally, I do get new ones.

Most of the time, it's just the old ones over and over.

That's fine.

Yeah, that's enough.

Stream's at the bottom by the tree line.

Okay, so how much further are we going?

A lot, mate.

Thought you might be missing a shower curtain

ring, maybe a whole curtain.

I don't think so.

You sure about that?

You can get that.

Hello, Raglan Castle Hotel.

Yeah, could I... could I take a name and number, please?

And I'll... I'll call you back in a second.

It smells of bleach in here.

Uh, you didn't show me your warrant.

No, Dan, I didn't.

You don't wanna play games with me.

Look familiar?

It's my belief one of your bathrooms

is short a shower curtain.

No, I... I don't think so.

I don't know about you, Dan, but I

find the personal and the professional vie

with each other.

Vie with each other?

Vie, Dan.

Vie.

They are in contention with each other.

As a person, as a private citizen,

I hate you and your kind, what you've done

to this hotel and this town.

Your contempt for honesty and integrity and total

disregard for human decency.

But as a copper, as an agent of the law, it's incumbent on me

to treat you with a certain dispassion, to pick my battles.

So here's what I propose.

I won't shut you down for a month,

call in the forensic boys and prosecute half your residents

with possession.

And in return, you tell me about Kenny

Davies and his recent stay at this establishment.

When we last met, you asked if we could help

you acquire the Thomas's farm.

Well, we do have some mortgage products

that might fit the bill.

Great.

I'll need to give regional HQ a call for sign-off,

more or less a formality.

Okay, sounds good.

I'm speaking to you as your friend.

Yeah, you don't think I should do it.

I don't think you should touch it

with a bloody bargepole, not at your age,

not in this climate.

But seeing as I can't change your mind,

maybe you could tell me why you want Gwen's farm.

We still speaking as friends?

Yes, very much so.

I'm vulnerable.

The corner of my farm that the Asp flows through

is not our land.

Dad took it off Owen in some back

of a fag packet deal God knows when, late '70s, I think.

Sounds like your father.

What did Owen get in return?

Tractors, feed, fertilizer, survival.

So the agreement was never formalized.

Mm-hmm.

When you remortgaged,

you should have told us about this.

Must have slipped my mind.

And in fairness, you never asked.

No, I didn't.

Better make that call to HQ count then, hadn't you?

The kids, I want their names.

Johnny and Sadie.

Want to know their last names?

I do.

Hello, Gwen, love.

They're discharging me this afternoon.

Oh, that's great news.

Well, we're all ready at home.

Anything I should know about?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Hens are all in hand.

But you're a bit short on feed and a few other things.

Don't trouble yourself.

It's no trouble.

I'm selling, Nathan, not buying.

Gethin's had a look at the accounts

and at the farm, the assets.

Likely that some of the cows already have TB.

It all adds up to one thing.

For sale.

ASAP.

Can I tell you something, Gwen?

I was never any good at doing what I wanted to do.

I always ended up doing what I thought I should do,

which is another way of saying I did what

other people wanted me to do.

Sorry.

What I'm trying to say is, what do you wanna do?

Where do you wanna spend the next 10 years?

At home.

Of course.

But that's impossible.

I can't afford to stay there another day,

according to Gethin.

You can if I buy you out.

You can stay rent free as long as you want.

Gethin.

Hiya.

Well, hello, Gethin.

Hello, Scott.

I can't manage any more visitors.

They're discharging me this afternoon.

Where's your bag?

Here we are.

Welcome home.

That's not Kenny.

That's just someone wearing his clothes

and driving his car.

The girl is the sister of one of ours?

Sadie, Rhys's sister.

What about the boy?

His name's Johnny.

Where are we going?

There's something I wanna show you.

What do you reckon?

It's lovely.

Cool furniture.

Yeah, that was Sabine.

She thought the French farmhouse look would attract

a more discerning punter.

You miss her?

I'm sorry.

No, no.

Yeah, I do miss her.

Where did you meet?

Traveling, in Australia.

Then I had to come back here to take over the farm.

Thought I'd never see her again.

One day, she just turned up.

Bit of a risk.

Yeah, it was.

But not really.

It's beautiful.

You can move in if you like.

Boiler's working.

It's just been serviced.

Seriously?

Yeah, it's just standing here.

Move in tomorrow if you want.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

If you don't mind me asking, how did she die?

She tripped on a hose by the hay barn and banged her head.

10 minutes later, she was laughing

about it in the kitchen.

And an hour later, she was dead.

Epidural hematoma.

Are you taking the piss now or what?

We got kept back at school.

Are you joking?

It's 7 o'clock.

Yeah, they took our phones off us.

Who the fuck's that?

You know the way?

Which way now?

Left.

♪ 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