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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.

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--

Well, sit down, bruv.

Now, make yourself
comfortable, Johnny, yeah?

Come here.

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.

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?