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Hello?

Dad, uh, it's me.

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

Jesus Christ, Johnny.

So who is this bloke?

His name's Kenny.

He's a drug dealer from Newport.

PC Jane Crowther.

I want to report suspicious incident.

- Anonymous? - Exactly, anonymous.

You don't want to give your name

because you weren't, strictly speaking,

supposed to be up there.

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

and he's not answering his phone.

I just need the warehouse.

Get the warehouse for me and you are done.

Sandra.

He's still not back.

I know something's wrong, okay.

I'm not stupid.

Kenny is like family, and family is everything to me.

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

This Kenny fella must be connected.

Shower curtain ring.

What might you use a shower curtain for

apart from keeping your floor dry?

Why didn't you tell me Kenny had disappeared?

I thought he'd come back.

Does he look familiar?

Yeah, he was at the Nail Bar.

Was he?

And he was at the showroom.

He was at David's test drive.

Drugs come hidden in stuff.

Furniture, legal stuff, it gets put in one spot.

What, like a warehouse?

Yes, and that place stays super secure.

That's not Kenny.

It's just someone wearing his clothes and driving his car.

Girl is the sister of one of ours?

Sadie.

Rhys's sister.

What about the boy?

His name's Johnny.

Which way now?

Left.

I'm heading off.

Just put this upstairs.

Okay.

Shit.

Oh, stop!

Oh, please!

I know what happened at the hotel...

every detail.

The only thing I don't know is what you did with the body.

Where is Kenny, Johnny?

Hey, stop it!

You're surprised.

You thought, what, your son could kill someone,

and nothing would happen?

Just a drug dealer, right?

A nobody.

Well, he wasn't a nobody,

not to me, nor to his wife,

nor to his son.

So I need two things.

I need to bury my friend.

And I need... well, I wouldn't say retribution.

I need redress.

A life for a life.

I did it.

Okay?

I killed him at the Raglan, like you said, in the suite.

- Kill him. - No.

I'll take you to his body.

Directions will be fine.

No.

I'll take you and do what you want with me.

But Johnny and Sadie walk out of here.

- That's a deal-breaker, is it? - Yeah, they're innocent.

They're anything but innocent.

Powers Garden Center.

The warehouse behind it.

That's where you keep it, isn't it,

your drugs?

That's your supply.

I mean, your main supply.

Or was it the tractor showroom?

About four or five years ago, they started selling

garden heaters, garden furniture.

That's how you bring it in, isn't it?

Straight off the boat, I reckon.

And I saw that man, Khalad,

the one who killed that cop in Newport.

He was there as well.

So if I figured it out, how long do you think it is

before the police will?

You need a new location, a new warehouse.

And I got the perfect spot.

Here, starting today.

And the timing is perfect, too.

Why is the timing perfect?

Because I just bought the farm next door

and I'm short a tenant farmer.

Think about it... loads of empty barns,

no one around, access.

I've thought about it.

I'm not a farmer.

Just tell me where to find Kenny.

His wife needs a grave to mourn.

Dad, just tell them!

Put the gun down.

One, two...

Do it.

That's right.

You, you should listen to him.

I'll listen to you.

I know what you do, what you need.

I doubt it.

The farm next door sells eggs.

The egg van goes out to shops and markets

and comes back empty.

It's a perfect cover.

It even has a picture of a chicken on the side.

Who are you?

Eva.

I work here and next door.

Yeah.

Egg van in, egg van out.

Everything's perfect, established.

Oi, what the fuck are you doing?

You got seclusion, outbuildings,

and an access road used by no one but me.

Oh, never mind her.

She can stay in the house as my tenant.

But she'll have questions.

No, all she wants to do is stay in her home.

Can't you get rid of her?

No, I'm telling you...

Sorry, I didn't get your name in all the excitement.

Turuk.

She won't be a problem, Turuk.

In fact, she can help.

Gwen's something of an institution around here.

If you take over her egg business with her blessing...

- Continuity. - Yeah.

And that means something around here.

If it wasn't so late, I'd take you over there now.

Tomorrow morning will be fine.

How will I introduce myself?

Say that you're an investor

who's interested in farming initiatives.

And the girl, Eva, she's helped

with the eggs in the past?

- Yeah. - Good.

- More continuity. - Yeah.

How did you find out about the warehouse?

Think carefully before answering.

Um, just the wrong place, wrong time.

Plus, I was trespassing.

- Trespassing? - Yeah.

I took a shortcut around the back,

and then I saw that, um,

Khalad busting up brand-new garden furniture.

How did you know his name?

I didn't.

Not then.

Not till I saw him on the news.

Okay.

We visit the woman in the morning.

And then I'll make my decision.

In the meantime, don't do anything stupid.

Like what?

Like run

or go to the police.

Buyer's remorse?

- What do you mean? - I know what you're thinking.

With a good lawyer, Johnny will be out in seven, eight years,

home for his 25th birthday.

That ship has sailed.

He won't make it out of the remand centre.

Sadie, come with me.

She's fine. We're leaving.

Oh, no, Sadie can stay the night here.

I'll take her into school with Johnny in the morning.

Come on.

What do you want to do, Sadie?

Stay here.

Very good.

Rhys, in the car.

Excuse me.

It can work, can't it,

the eggs?

Maybe.

Well, if you don't want any more to do with this,

that's fine.

I understand.

I don't.

I need money.

I hate asking, but my mother is driving me crazy about Vojtech.

He needs new shoes, new uniform.

He needs this. He needs that.

Sure. Sure.

Do you want an advance?

Is that okay?

Earlier, before you made your entrance...

I heard everything.

Johnny killed some drug dealer.

He was assaulting Sadie.

Then who cares?

But I'm glad I know.

Why?

I can look out for him.

These people, they're not like people you know, Nathan.

You can't trust them, work with them.

You can't expect them to be reasonable,

normal.

As far as possible,

we just carry on as normal, okay?

I was up the hill about 9:00.

Another car up there.

Of the burned-out variety?

Yeah, BMW this time.

South Wales Police Communications.

Oh, hello. Um, I need a reverse trace,

specifically, a physical address from a phone number.

That's not a reverse trace. That's just a trace.

Can you help me or not?

Um, so this man who's coming this morning, Turuk...

- Yes? - I don't want to move anything

forward until you've met him, but, uh,

I think he's good news.

Right.

Yeah, he wants to rent the outbuildings.

But he's also interested in your hens and the egg business.

Oh, okay.

So this is Gwen Thomas.

Good to meet you, Gwen.

I was sorry to hear about the loss of your husband.

Thank you.

Good to meet you, too...

Turuk.

No one ever pronounces it right the first time.

Doesn't your friend want to join us?

He likes his own company.

Turuk is involved in, uh...

a number of farming initiatives and investments.

In this instance, eggs.

- Right. - All being well,

I'd like to make an offer on your business

and retain the Thomas Eggs name.

But if that's not agreeable...

No.

No.

That should be fine.

In fact, it would mean a great deal.

I had said that you'd be happy to show us around,

but that can wait, love, if... if...

No time like the present.

Come on.

I built it up over the years.

But it's not easy on your own.

Your husband wasn't involved?

No.

Owen didn't think it was,

I don't know,

real farming.

He was a traditionalist.

That he was.

And what is your output, if you don't mind me asking?

350 eggs a week, give or take.

And I understand you are APHA registered?

And Egg Industry Council approved.

All of which is easily transferable.

Excellent.

Sorry, uh, one moment.

Come with me.

What does this stamp mean?

That just gives the inspector basic information.

- Such as? - Farming method,

barn or cage, organic, free range.

These inspectors, how often do you see them?

Once a year if you're compliant.

And if you're not?

It's very easy to follow the APHA guidelines.

We'll keep you on the straight and narrow.

Do you have any other questions, Mr. Turuk?

No.

I think I've landed on my feet.

Everything okay?

Yeah, it's fine.

Successful morning, hmm?

Mm, yeah.

Okay.

Do you think about him?

Who?

Him. Kenny.

Um, yeah,

a bit less every day.

Don't feel bad about it, if that's what you mean.

Do you?

- Sadie. - I...

Ah, for fuck's sake.

I want to talk to my sister.

What have you heard?

Well, nothing.

What about his dad, then? He's still in touch with him.

- Right? So what's he hear? - I don't know anything, okay?

My supply is dead.

I'm practically back to fucking square one.

And what do you do? Fuck off to some poxy farm.

Come on, Sadie.

Uh, excuse me.

Can I help you?

Fuck's sake.

Nigel.

Nathan.

Bad news?

I'm afraid so.

You said it was a formality.

But you have been less than forthcoming

about the boundary issues on the river.

What, you told him about that?

No, I did not. I said you're

a long-standing client, like your father.

And?

And that just doesn't cut it anymore.

Plus, there's a new bank-wide directive to contend with.

What, to screw your oldest clients?

To avoid investment in traditional agriculture

except in exceptional circumstances.

Bullshit.

Nathan.

Nathan, I'm sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

Coffee?

No, thank you.

I didn't think we'd be seeing each other so soon.

Yeah, me neither.

Uh, I told a bit of a white lie.

When, um...

when I said I bought the place next door,

I haven't yet.

Truth is, I need a little bit of help bridging my finances

if I'm to buy the farm.

- You've wasted my time. - No, not intentionally.

You think you're safe because you're in public.

- I'm falling on your mercy. - You think your son

is safe because he's in school.

And because of the mutual benefit of what I'm offering.

You want me to buy the farm?

No, I want you to contribute...

What exactly are you offering?

Acceptance.

Camouflage.

People don't take too warmly to strangers around here.

Come from Newport, you might as well come from New York.

You're going to vouch for me,

tell them I'm okay?

Are you gonna help me or not?

We'll continue this conversation outside.

All right.

I will fund the purchase of Gwen's farm.

The money will arrive in your account

in the form of an investment from an offshore fund.

You'll declare it. It'll go through your books.

And apart from backdating a few forms and applications,

it will all be legitimate.

Agreeable?

Yeah. That's agreeable.

- Thank you. - It's not a gift.

- It's a loan. - Yeah.

And you start paying it back today.

My next shipment is coming in.

So I need you to meet my men at Gwen's farm and get it ready.

And what does that entail?

Rebuilding the hatchery from scratch.

My chemist Hakan will tell you exactly what he needs.

And one more thing.

Where is Kenny's body?

He's, um...

we... we put him in an old drift mine.

So they torched the car and watched from here?

Where were you?

I was up there.

What was the first thing you saw, Pete?

Heard.

Popping sound, was loud.

Tank going up, I suppose.

So I head up the crest and I see them.

A teenage boy and two men?

Is there anything else you can tell me about the boy?

Slim.

Dark hair, I don't know.

And the men?

They similar? Different?

Similar age, 50s.

One of them seemed to be in charge.

And you definitely didn't see a fourth person there?

No.

Alive or dead?

What?

I think that's it for now.

Thanks for your cooperation.

How was today, under the circumstances?

Yeah, it was okay. It was all right.

Sadie?

Yeah, it was okay.

Good.

Shit.

Is Johnny ready?

Fishing.

Oh! Sorry, I meant to call you.

What's the problem?

Um, well, it's his homework.

He's, uh, got a bit behind on it

and his teacher's on his case.

Homework?

I've got the bait and everything.

Yeah, I just think it's important he stays

on top of things at the moment...

like, you know, really important.

Okay if I come in for a beer?

Mm.

Cheers.

Look, Nate, um,

what you said the other day,

I might need to take you up on it.

Sorry?

Coming to work on the farm.

- Oh, right. - Yeah, they've, uh...

they've gone and cut my hours, halved them,

so I... I need this.

Well, why don't I lend you some money to tide you over?

Are you serious?

I don't want your charity.

A loan isn't charity.

You said it yourself, it'd never work.

We'd drive each other mental.

What's changed?

What?

Well, you buttonhole me at the lab

about coming to work here.

You'll match my hours, blah, blah, blah.

And now you don't want to know.

What's changed?

I don't know, suppose I just had time to think about it.

Do I have to point out the obvious here?

Johnny'd be in fucking prison if it wasn't for me.

Well, how much do you need? Just tell me.

I need some work, good, honest work.

And I don't expect to fucking beg for it.

Not when you're buying Owen's and money's no object.

Who told you that?

Are you denying it?

What is this?

I mean, seriously, I want to understand,

because, you know, this time, I actually meant it.

You know, all the talk about coming together and there being

no hidden agendas wasn't complete bullshit.

But no, it's just more fucking mind games!

Yeah, you learnt from the best.

Caleb.

Fuck!

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

No.

I gotta keep him away from this, for his own good.

I have to,

even if he hates me for it.

Is that realistic,

keeping him away?

I don't know.

What's your sister's name again?

Alice.

- She's in France. - In France?

- Mm. - What's she doing in France?

After Mum, she really wanted to just get away, you know.

So...

I'd like to get away.

Not to France, especially.

Just... just anywhere.

It's not that easy, though, is it?

Hakan.

Nathan.

This is Eva.

I understand you have, uh, certain requirements.

Yes. I talk about them as zones,

like the Tube in London.

A zone refers to a place

and what occurs there, its function.

Zone 1 is an area to offload incoming goods,

big enough to unpack and dismantle

whatever the product's concealed in.

It will work.

We'll change the doors.

They need to be lockable.

Okay, fine.

Next, we need an area hidden from sight

to store the product.

Should be connected to Zone 1 but not obviously.

How much product are we talking about?

They come in brick-like packages.

You can stack them.

Any ideas?

Ah, off the top of my head, an unused coop

or a cannibalized combine or tractor

or just buried in bales of hay.

Sounds like we have some options.

Zone 3?

Zone 3 is the most challenging...

a concealed space with a clean, level surface

to cut the product with other agents

and sort into smaller packages.

So basically, a hidden room.

Mm-hmm.

That's more challenging.

It's a problem?

Yeah, but not an insurmountable one.

These zones, we should avoid

the rearing barn and the laying shed.

Why?

Chickens are sensitive to stress.

If anything negatively impacts their laying period,

they can die.

Who cares? We buy more.

I think your boss cares, mate.

He wants the hatchery to flourish and expand

to explain all the increased activity.

You got no chickens, you got no eggs,

you got no business, you got no cover.

Nathan!

Yeah?

Get in.

Uh, you have a "shully" pit?

Slurry pit?

I haven't got a slurry pit.

But you have a shovel?

Who is she?

Nobody.

Well, she... has she got a family?

She... has she got kids?

You start thinking like that,

this won't work.

You'll go crazy.

Okay!

Enough! Enough.

Help me!

Come on!

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What were you doing out there?

Ah, just helping them set up, you know.

Did you do the feed order?

I can do it.

Yeah, thank you. Than... thanks, Pavel.

All right, Jane?

You want to come in the house?

No.

Look, it's, uh... it's more than my job's worth, a lot more.

But we go back, and I want to help.

Sorry, Jane, what are we talking about?

It's your own fault. If I hadn't run into you

up at the mine, maybe I wouldn't have put it together.

All right, well, I said I was grateful to you

for turning a blind eye to Johnny...

Don't take me for a fool, Nate,

treat me like those shitbags in Newport.

Sorry, I still don't know what you're talking about.

Okay.

Here's what I think.

Johnny didn't heed my warning.

He was up at the hotel with Sadie

and Kenny Davies, and something happened.

You and Caleb took matters into your own hands,

and Davies ends up dead.

How am I doing?

Caleb and I are barely on speaking terms.

Is that the best you can do?

If you or, more likely, Caleb killed this lowlife

to protect Johnny, good on you.

I won't be shedding any tears, reading the eulogy.

But you've gotta level with me, Nate.

You've gotta... you gotta give me something.

All I know about Kenny Davies is what I heard on the news.

I need something, okay... a scalp, a win.

I need to justify my existence, sock it to Anderson,

and generally dispel the myth I'm a fifth wheel

so I have a job and a roof over my head come Christmas.

Help me help you.

You're barking up the wrong tree, Jane.

You don't change.

Always think you're smarter than the rest of us.

- Far from it. - One step ahead.

Someone saw you up at the mine, an eyewitness.

I can make them disappear, but I need you to trust me.

I need to know what happened.

I require yourself, Johnny, and Caleb

- to come to the station. - What?

There, you'll have your photographs taken

for the purposes of witness identification.

Night.

Hey.

I owe you an explanation.

I owe you an apology.

I'm sorry I was cagey before, but I'm...

I'm trying to manage a situation.

Spit it out, Nathan.

Jane Crowther's got a witness

thinks he saw us down the mine.

Jesus Christ.

Now, I know Jane. She's okay.

She's got a bit of an axe to grind.

She's got something to prove to Newport CID

and herself, I reckon.

This sounds like bad news for us.

Yeah, but silver lining,

if the witness saw us put Kenny down the mine,

how come Jane hasn't found a body?

That'd be a kick in the teeth for Newport CID, wouldn't it?

Maybe this witness doesn't exist.

Yeah, or they just saw us leaving.

Either way, I gotta find out

exactly what Jane Crowther knows.

- How are you gonna do that? - I'm gonna pop up there

with a leg of lamb and a bottle of Jameson's.

No, don't do it, Nathan. Sit this out.

What? That's not much of a plan.

You said it yourself. If this witness was all that,

Kenny's body would've come up by now.

But it's no cause for complacency.

Just hold your nerve.

Don't do anything, right?

- Nathan? - Hello, Malcolm.

You just missed her. On her rounds.

Oh, that's a shame.

I come bearing gifts.

So I see.

Any chance I can come in and wait?

Got out to Cwmcarn Forest at the weekend.

Can't stray too far from the car park,

but worth the trip.

Oh, that's very nice, yeah.

Clocked the red kite just as we were leaving.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Fine specimen, isn't it?

Mm.

Jane mentioned...

she told me what happened with Johnny.

Did she?

Least you caught it early, nipped it in the bud.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Well, it was good of Jane to deal with it the way she did.

Uh, look, I've gotta, uh, run.

Is your freezer still out the back?

I'll pop this in before it defrosts.

Don't worry.

Oh, shit.

Caleb?

I found the witness from the mine.

What?

♪ 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