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Johnny?

I've been calling you.

Wanna go test drive
that new tractor?

Nah, I'm okay.

- It's got automatic steering,
GPS, state of the art satnav.

Oh.

Well, in that case--

Oh, look at that.

One day, it'll all be yours.

Great.

Come on.

- Cheers, Ted.
- No probs.

Thank you.

What do you reckon?

Yeah, it's cool.

Yeah.

Maxing out the MasterCard cool?
'Cause that's what'll happen.

Want a spin?

- Not old enough.
- Oh, don't worry.

I sent off for
your provisional.

But I'm 15.

Oh, well, go on.

Whoa!

Jesus.

Okay.

Well, the brakes work.

You know that.

Yeah, they do, don't they?

Thank you.

Dad, where are you going?

It's a shortcut.

A shortcut?

You're lost.

Hey.

Hey.

Stop.

- Can I get through here, mate?
- No, no, no.

You have to go back.

You have to go around.

All right.

Calm down.

Don't say a word.

- Palisades-- that's where
Uncle Caleb works, right?

Yeah, last I heard.

Shall we go and say hello?

- Well, it's not really the
sort of place you just rock up.

- Is it true he killed a
man with a bayonet in Iraq?

He tell you that?

It must be true, then.

Ah, I've said, I'll
pop over to Owens

and deal with a branch for him.
Do you want to come with?

- Oh, no.
I got stuff to do at home.

Oh, right.

Stuff in the real world
or the virtual world?

Original.

Homework, actually.

Can I get a new motherboard?

What?

How much is that gonna cost?

- It's like, 300.
- 300 quid?

Yeah.

- Oh, you're gonna have to wait
till your birthday for that.

- Right.
Okay.

See ya.

- Last time you were up
there, your dad and me,

we sat out drinking beer.

- He was probably
trying to sell

you something you didn't want.

- He was all right, your
dad, for an Englishman.

Heh.

- The vets came over last
week for the TB test.

Oh, yeah.

Austin?

A new bloke.

Roger something.

Inconclusive, so
they're running more.

Ah, well, wait till then.

Could be all right.

- Meantime, I'm locked
down for the foreseeable.

- You just wanna run a line of
electric across the top field,

just in case?

Sure.

We'll be making more
from the eggs soon.

What do you make
of the van, then?

Oh, it's lovely.

Very colorful.

Gwen's idea.

It was that or glamping.

- Well, you're
diversifying, aren't you?

There's nothing
wrong with that.

I don't know, Nate.

We're mortgaged to the gills.

Bank won't lend
us another bean.

Yeah, tell me about it.

- Maybe we should sell
out like Bill Turner.

You don't mean that.

You got a fair price?

- Yeah, from who,
some storage company?

He told me they got fairground
equipment, big wheels

and bumper cars in there.

Yeah.

Said you gave him
the third degree.

- Well, affects us
all, doesn't it?

And what's a storage company
want with a farm anyway?

Check didn't bounce.

I got a letter off
an agent last week.

I own a farm of ideal size and
specifications, apparently.

- I hope you threw
it in the bin.

Of course.

- You want this all
chopped up firewood size?

Yeah.

Thanks so much, Nate.

Can't afford tree
surgeons these days.

Did he tell you about
the inconclusives?

- Yeah, he says no sense
in panicking until you've

heard the results.

How are you doing, Nathan?

Me?

I'm fine.

Johnny?

- Oh, Johnny's always on
his computer, you know.

Playing those games?

Playing those games.

There you are.

I haven't had a chance
to wash them yet.

Some Welsh cakes for Johnny.

Oh.

Well, you're spoiling us.

- Oh, just as good
on the inside.

No, I'm joking.

Thank you.

This is my dad.

Scott Foley.

Nathan Williams.

I'm here about the barn.

I must be the only person left
who doesn't use Tripadvisor.

- Oh, well, you
might want to start.

I haven't rented that
barn out for a while.

A while.

- Can I recommend you to
The Skillet in the village?

About a mile down the
lane, maybe a bit less.

Okay.

Am I still in England
or is this Wales?

- Oh, well, that depends
which map you read.

Sorry.

Do you mind telling me when you
stopped renting out the barn?

- Yeah, about two years
ago, when my wife died.

Hello, sweetheart.

Hello?

Nathan.

Nathan.

Is that you Gwen?

Owen!

Owen, let me in!
Owen!

Ah!

Nathan!

Oh!

Owen!

He's-- he's-- oh, my god.

He won't let me-- he's
locked himself in his--

Owen-- Owen, he's locked--

- Okay, come and sit down.
- Please.

He's locked down.

Come and sit down.

- Oh.
- Sit there.

- He's locked.
- Sit down.

All right?

Stay there.

Owen?

Oh, Christ, man, don't do--
don't do that.

Let me in!
Don't do that!

Oi!

Talk to me.
Let me in!

Let me in here!
Let me talk to you!

Come on!

Ah!

- Oh!
Oh, shit!

Oh, god.

Christ.

Oh.

Gwen.

I got you.

I got you.

Oh, Gwen.

Come and sit back here.

That's it.

Back you come.

Back you come.

Here you go.

Here you go.
All right.

Breathe deep.

Breathe deep.

I'll call an ambulance.

All right.

So I'll come and see
you soon as I can.

- In the old days, there'd be a
detective for a firearms death.

Poor Owen will have
to make do with me.

There'll be a post
mortem, of course.

Yeah.

Have to be.

The law requires it.

- For such a tiny man, he
made a complete mess of it.

- I want to extend that
fence down by the river.

Badgers?

No, livestock.

Old Owen left a handful
of inconclusives.

I don't want them wandering
over the boundary.

We'll need to book a test.

Want me to call the vet?

Yeah.

Thanks, Pavel.

Hello?

Who are you?

I'm the cleaner.

I help around the
house and the eggs.

It's terrible, what happened.

What's your name?

Eva.

What are you doing here, Eva?

Cleaning.

I didn't want Mrs. Thomas to
think I was taking advantage.

God forbid.

So are you cleaning now?

'Cause it looks to me
like you're hiding.

- I don't want to speak
to the police, okay?

Why not?

None of your business.

What are you doing here?

I'm a neighbor.

Shit.

Dad!

Hi, Johnny.

All right.

Ah.

All right, Mr. Williams?

Hello, Rhys.

- Hope it's all right,
me bringing Johnny back.

Yeah much appreciated.

Saved me a trip.
- Yeah.

You're going to be well lit.

- Well, I'm sorry he's
not wearing a helmet.

I usually carry a
spare, you know.

Well, he's all
right, ain't you?

Yeah.

- Where are you
working now, Rhys?

- Odds and sods, a bit
of house painting work.

How are things at home?

Well, Dad's still away.

Mum's in and out of hospital.

And, uh, well, uh, Sadie's at--

Hang on.

I'll see you at home.

All right.

Bye.

Okay, yes, we were in debt.

Have we been in the red before?

Probably more often than not.

I don't get it.

He seemed more resigned than
worried about the tests.

He'd already given up.

He just hid it well.

Yeah, he did.

Too well.

Why, Nathan?

Why didn't he tell me?

We shared everything.

- This life's a
struggle, isn't it?

Every day.

We must be mad.

Certifiable.

Would you look in
on the farm, Nate?

Yeah, I already have.

I checked the herd
and the isolateds.

They are separate.

- My-- my cleaner, Eva,
she helps with the eggs.

Right.

- And she'll feed the hens
and stock up a supply.

But if you could just see
if she needs anything.

Yeah, no problem.

- He, um-- he talked
about selling up recently.

Yeah.

Yeah, he did, uh-- he
did mention something.

What was your take on
it, selling the farm?

Owen and me, we--

well, all we knew was farming.

I couldn't fathom it.

But now--

Well, there's no rush.

- The bills would be
piling up.

I don't know
where anything is.

I don't even know where he kept
the checkbook, assuming there's

any money in the account.

Well, I'll tell you what.

Why don't I lend a hand
with the admin and all

that until you decide
what you want to do?

Thanks, Nate.

All right, love.

Oh, brutal!

You are brutal, mate.

Hey, you should go
pro with this stuff.

Yeah, right.

No, I'm serious.

Pro gamers are getting paid
more than footballers nowadays.

Ugh, Sadie.

She's doing my head in.

You, uh-- you've always
liked her, haven't you?

No.

No?

A bit.

- Yeah,
well, uh, you know,

you should come over
and see her, now that

we're back in touch, I mean.

Oh, I see her every day.

- Yeah, that's
school, though, mate.

You know, that's different.

I suppose.

Mm.

I heard she likes you, too.

Fuck off.

Right.

Best be off, killer.

Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

That leaves you with
very few options.

- Ugh.
Okay.

Oh, yeah.

Um, could you, um--

could you do me a favor?

Could you-- look
after this for me?

What's in it?

I don't know.

I'm holding on to
it for some bloke.

Personal effects, he says.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Private stuff, I suppose.

Can you look after it
for me, keep it safe?

- Rhys, I don't like not
knowing what's in it, you know?

Okay.

It's just for a day or
two, three at the most.

Why can't you keep it?

- You know where I live,
mate-- fucking junkie central.

I was burgled three
times last year.

I'll owe you.

Fine.

Go.

Nice one, mate.

See you in a bit, yeah?

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Excuse me, sir.

Can you sign this
position for us, please?

- No, no, thanks, mate.
I'm all right.

Just going for a pint.

- Want to know the
truth about Palisades?

No, thanks, love.

Stay out!

Parli, stay out!

Parli, stay out!

Oh, no, Nate.

Free country.

- Mind you, I sincerely
hope they're not blinding

cats to make moisturizer.

- Ugh, unless you use
my neighbor's cat.

Big, fat bastard keeps
pissing on my daffs.

- The jobs come
in handy, though.

- Eh, the jobs saved
this town's ass.

It saved my brother's.

- Same again?
- Uh, no.

I've got to be off.
Johnny's at home.

- Oh.
- See ya.

Bye.

Hello-- hello.

Uh, Eva?

Uh, sorry if I
seemed rude earlier.

Can I buy you and
your friend a drink?

No, thanks.

Mind if I--

so I spoke with Gwen.

I'm gonna keep an
eye on the farm,

you know, just to make sure
the stock are taken care of.

Right.

- So you just carry on with
the cleaning and the eggs,

and I'll pay you on Friday.

Okay.

Look, I get it.

You're worried about your job.

You can always come and clean
at my place if you want.

I warn you, though, it's
a bit of a horror story.

You'll pay me Friday?

Yes.

Yep.

Bring it around 1 o'clock.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- I didn't know you were
still in touch with Rhys.

I wasn't.

- You always had your eye on
his sister, Suzy, didn't you?

- Sadie?
No, I didn't.

I don't.

Oh.

I stand corrected.

She's in your class,
right, though?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, they made
her repeat a year.

She's really,
really smart, just

missed loads of school, so--

Oh, right.

Is that our farm?

No, it's next door.

Where'd you get it?

Public records.

It's no big deal.

Are you gonna buy it?

No flies on you, are there?

I'm thinking about it.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- All right.
See you later.

- See you later.
- Ta-ta.

- Ta-ta.
- Yeah.

I'll see you later.

- Hi, Sadie.
- Johnny.

Good morning.

Morning.

- Mr. Williams, can I
have a word about Johnny?

Yeah, of course.

Thanks.

Oh, hello, Eva, Pavel.

Hey, Nathan.

You two met before?

- Poland is such
a small country,

we all know each other.

No, we've not met before.

Oh, right.

Well, I asked for
that, didn't I?

Back to work.

Yep.

I would like
to accept your offer.

Oh, great.

- I'll bring some
cleaning products in,

in case you're running low.

Looks like you are.

Pavel said it's
you and your son.

Uh, yeah, Johnny.

That's right.

I have a daughter, too, Alice.

She's in France at the moment.

- How long she's
been there for?

A couple of years now.

She didn't take
my wife's death--

her-- her mum's-- she just
wanted to get away from it all,

I think maybe--

I don't know-- connect with
her mum's roots and that.

She was French, your wife?

Yeah.

Yeah, she was.

Well, if you need, uh,
anything else, just-- just ask.

And here's the champagne.

Thanks, Doris, love.

Hi.

Dad, remember Scott
from the other day?

Oh, yeah, of course.

Well, you took my advice, then?

Yeah, I did.

Thank you.

Food's great.

Room's great.

Doris is great.

- There you were, thinking
I'd fobbed you off.

Crossed my mind.

- 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.

- By the way, Doris says
this is definitely Wales.

- Oh, well, there's no
higher authority than Doris.

See ya.

Mrs. Roberts wanted
a word earlier--

said you'd been
underperforming a bit

and that you totally
dropped the swimming,

which was news to me.

Well, what else did she say?

- She said that you
look tired a lot

and that, well, you're just
not the Johnny she knows.

Is that a fair assessment?

Look, I know the gaming
is important to you,

and I know it's not a
solitary pursuit because all

your mates are online.

God, Dad, please.

Jesus.

But one thing's for sure.

Those clever bastards
who dreamt up "Minecraft"

and "Fortnite" who did the
programming and the rendering

and whatnot, they
had to work bloody

hard to get where they are.

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose so.

So new rule--

no gaming after 9:00
Monday to Thursday, and you

pick up the swimming again.

What?

You're good at it, Johnny.

Okay, fine.

Eva?

Sir, sorry to call so late.

I was at Gwen and Owen's.

Uh, Gwen asked me
to get a checkbook,

and I didn't have
time in the morning.

What's happened, Eva?

- Well, I'm going
down the lane,

and I passed three cars
going the other way.

Right!

Police are on their way.

I got all your registrations.

I'll be helping them
with their enquiries

unless you all
fuck off right now!

Go on!

Don't just look at me.

Get out!

- Calm down, mate.
- All right, go on.

I'm telling you, go.

Get out.

Go on.

Off you go.

Come on, get out of here!

Oh, Jesus Christ, Johnny.

Jesus Christ.

How do you even know
all those people?

I told you, I don't.

Rhys knows them.

He met him in the pub.

That was everyone.

What were you thinking?

I'm sorry, Dad.

It stinks of pot in here.

I'm glad you think it's funny.

Come on.

No one calls it "pot" anymore.

Oh.

- I know you and Mum
used to smoke a bit.

That's what Mum told me.

I also know how you, uh, got
nicked in Australia as well.

Thailand.

We met in Australia.

We got busted in Thailand.

Oh.

So you got around, then?
- Yeah.

Yeah, that is.

It wasn't my plan.

I wasn't fussed about seeing
the world or anything,

but I came back from Plumpton
and expecting to work

with my dad, not for him.

Anyway, one day,
I'd had enough.

Months later, I'm on
a ranch in Queensland,

trying to find the courage to
speak to the lovely French girl

behind the local bar.

- I can't see Mum
pulling pints.

Oh, yeah.

She handled her own, too.

Those locals were
a rowdy bunch.

After that, we went traveling.

I called her from a bar on Koh
Samui on a Saturday morning.

Dad would always
answer the phone

and hand it straight to Mum.

But, um, she answered.

He'd been dead a week.

So that was that.

I came home.

What about Uncle Caleb?

- Well, he'd joined
the Marines by then.

Dad?

Yep.

Oh.

Open up.

Thank you.

I know it seems a bit
crap and a bit previous,

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

Black Mountain Estates.

What makes you think
she's going to?

- We share an access
road, drainage, two

streams across our farms.
I'm vulnerable.

To what?

To dirty tricks!

Getting forced out, choked off.

Oh, a hostile takeover bid.

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

- A lot of arable land
is being repurposed.

- What, like Bill Turner's?
- Like Bill Turner's.

Bloody storage?

- Or whatever's
going on up there.

They made umpteen planning
applications, apparently.

- I'll tell you what's not
going on up there is farming.

- Sadly, there's a
lot of farming not

going on all over the country.

- Trying to fight
back, are you now?

No, listen now--

- 50 years from now, there
won't be a farm worth the name

from me to Anglesey.

- Buying Owen's place could
be financially disastrous.

What?

You think I couldn't
run two farms?

- I think you've remortgaged
three times in 10 years

to keep your farm afloat.

And that tells a story.

- Turned a profit
the last two years.

Barely.

- Can I get a loan
for a deposit?

Oh, Nathan.

Potentially.

Potentially, yes.

But as your bank
manager, I don't

even want to think how long.

I would have to advise you
that buying another farm

is fucking nuts.

Go on.

- Looks like you're
finally getting your mitts

on Owen's place, then.

Christ knows you've
waited long enough.

Beneath you, gentlemen.

Beneath you.

Stop!

Stop running!

42 and 1/2 kilos by
42 and 1/2 kilos, 106.

4, 5, half, 106.

20, 620.50, 650--

Hey.

Hey, man.

Hey.

101, 101.

- Come to sell your pebble of
land for a frozen chicken, eh?

- 40.20, 420.50, 480, 480
bid.

124.85.

Caleb.

Fancy a pint?

Eh, go on.

Sold, 850.

- I heard you were there
at the end with Owen.

Mm.

What else did you hear?

Nothing.

Why?

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

Wanna talk about Owen?

No shame in it.

I know the first
week in Mauritania

I see my NCO bleed out in a
so-called armored vehicle.

Caleb.

What do I do?

I-- I block it out, bottle
it up-- never happened--

until one day I can't.

And out it comes in the
supermarket by the frozen meat.

And I'm telling Andy,
the assistant manager,

all about it.

Embarrassing, but
next day, I'm--

I'm a new man,
light as a feather.

It's why I stopped drinking.

Drinking heavily, I mean.

- Well, I appreciate the
brotherly advice, but I'm fine.

Thank you.

You put this on.

No.

Topped you now?

Hmm.

Another one?

No, I gotta get Johnny.

- Ships in the
night, aren't we?

Ow, oh.

Whose fault is that?

See ya.

Bye.

Oh.

Ugh.

All right, Jane?

Insult to injury, you know.

What?

Bloody farmers.

Present company accepted.

Glad to hear it.

- They don't just
kill them illegally.

They try and make
out their roadkill.

Yeah.

One you might fall for.

Please.

He's taking the piss.

Back.

That one of yours, Jane?

Are you kidding me now?

Our budget can barely stretch
to radios, let alone drones.

You've seen it before then?

Yeah, a couple of times.

Hmm.

All the best.

Yeah, yeah.

All right, see you later.

Eva, hello.

- I finished
housework early, so I

thought I'd cook you dinner?

- Oh, wow.
Thanks.

Smells fantastic, doesn't it?

That's nice, isn't it?
- It's ready.

Sit.

I made pierogi.

It's a Polish dish.

You'll see.

Will you be joining us?

I have to get off.

I hoovered and dusted,
changed the bed sheets,

and washed the windows.

Bedsheets?

- I found the bedding in the
cupboard by the bathroom.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

Are you sure you won't stay?
- No, thank you.

I have to go.

Mm, That's delicious.

- See you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

See you.

- Are you
sure you won't stay?

- Well, I'm just
being friendly.

Whatever.

- A bit old-fashioned, Johnny.
- What?

What?

Boys and girls can be
mates, you know, get on.

It doesn't have to
be anything more.

Look at you and Sadie.

Dad, some stuff's gone
missing from my room.

She must have taken it--
Eva.

What stuff?

- It's just some money
I saved up, all right?

- How much are we talking?
- That's not the point.

She stole it!
- Easy, tiger.

- Who is she anyway?
Where did she come from?

Like, she could be
anyone, an illegal--

Johnny.

- Why did you let her
in our house, Dad?

All right, calm down.

Tell me what's missing,
and we'll start from there.

- It's just some
money, like I said.

All right then.

Well, we'll call her up
and have it out with her.

Rhys?

You're fucking kidding me.

I-- I don't get it.
How--

I don't know.

It's just gone, all right?

It's gone.

- Well, can
you come over now?

Uh, let me call you back.

All right?

Uh, look, it's fine, Dad.

Probably overreacting.

I must have just
put it somewhere.

Oh.

- And I don't know where it is,
but I'll find it, all right?

Okay.

It's the bloody cleaner, Eva.

It has to be.

- Talk about the most obvious
place to stash something.

I'm sorry, Rhys.

Yeah, so am I, mate!

- Give him a
fucking break, Rhys.

What are you playing at?

What the fuck you playing at?

- You're being too
fucking hard-headed, Rhys.

Okay?

Go on.

See you, Johnny, yeah?

Hey, bye, Sadie.

I'll sort it.

Don't worry.

Right.

Right.

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

Let's not start
pointing fingers.

There is something you
could do for me, actually.

Could you take
this to the Raglan?

It's for a guy called Dan,
works there in reception.

There's drugs in here?

It's just a bit
of weed, Johnny.

All right?

It's not crystal meth.

It's not gonna bring
the cartel down on us.

Look.

If you're caught-- and
you won't be-- just

say a guest left it at the
pub and you're returning it,

all right?

Easy.

Right, okay.

Okay.

- I'll catch you
in a bit, yeah?

Okay, bye.