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- My phone.
- Forget about your phone.

Why has he taken my phone?
Evan's letter is on it.

- Where's the original?
- I had to flush it.

Great. Well, it's lucky you made
a bloody copy, isn't it?

Right, now, listen. Williams is
out of the picture now.

We're in the driving seat here.

I'm gonna need to phone, um...

I'm gonna need to phone Lisa.
Give me your phone.

Okay. Keep going.

I've got to move that money.
Quick.

Come on!

Seems your star witness
has just been arrested

for fleeing the scene
of a fatal accident.

Bad luck. Can we assume
you're throwing in the towel?

The children's welfare
is our only concern.

This is all
D.I. Williams' invention.

Yeah, well,
we don't agree, Miss Jones.

First derelict building
just north out of St. Clears

in an hour's time.

Cold feet?

It's for Faith.

Steve?

I'll be waiting
at the caravan.

Yesterday, Your Honor granted
an emergency protection order

in the belief,
encouraged by D.I. Williams,

that Mrs. Howells' children
were in imminent danger.

Not only is D.I. Williams

now under arrest
for a serious offense,

she's produced
no evidence whatsoever

to substantiate her claims.

The sad fact
is that she orchestrated

the removal
of Mrs. Howells' children

in pursuit
of a personal vendetta.

To have heard

Detective Inspector Williams
yesterday, Miss Hughes,

she was about to charge
Mrs. Howells with murder.

This does rather
turn things on their head.

I'm sure the irony
is lost on no one, Your Honor,

least of all my opponent.

We'd just like the children
returned home without delay.

Your Honor, since D.I. Williams

brought this case
to social services' attention,

my clients have delved deeper
into the family's circumstances,

and we'd like you to hear
from one further witness.

We've received no notice
of another witness.

Mrs. Howells' mother-in-law,
Marion Howells.

The whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

Mrs. Howells has been
married to your son, Evan,

for 10 years, correct?

Ten and a half.

And in your observation,
has she been a good mother?

Yes, on the whole.

And since
your son's disappearance?

It's the company
that she's keeping.

Inviting criminals
into her home.

- You mean Mr. Baldini?
- Yes.

What exactly is your concern?

His record.
I had no idea.

The children are already upset.

Megan hardly slept at all when
she was with us the other night.

How would you explain
Mrs. Howells' recent association

with Mr. Baldini?

I can't.

And you're concerned that
this relationship between them

might be connected
to your son's disappearance?

The police seem to think so.

And you think the children
are safer elsewhere,

at least for the time being?

Well, if the alternative is...

They have to be safe.
Of course they do.

So you can't put

your hand on your heart,
Mrs. Howells,

and say, "They should go home"?

No.

Miss Jones, do you have
any cross-examination?

You've got to hit back, Faith.
We're losing here.

Right.
Executive decision.

Mrs. Howells,

why do you think your son
disappeared seven days ago?

- I wish I knew.
- You have no idea at all?

We've tried
not to think the worst.

And what is the worst?
Murder? Suicide?

Excuse me.

Yeah.
Bring him in.

Let's be frank.

Do you honestly believe
that my client

could've had anything to do

with the hypothetical murder
of your son?

No.

So if it is suicide,

which seems like
the more likely explanation,

do you hold her responsible?

No.

It's far more likely to be
connected with you, isn't it?

Something you told him recently.

Cerys.

Only days before Evan vanished,

you told him that your husband
may not be his father.

It seems he bought
a DNA test kit.

You turned your son's world
upside down, didn't you?

Are you giving evidence
against my client

because you can't bear to
take responsibility yourself?

You told me
this was about the children.

I'm sorry.
I had no choice.

His name is Steve.

He's a friend of your mam's.

You've seen him at your house,
haven't you?

Only through the window.

You must have heard him
and your mam talking.

Do you remember
last Wednesday?

The last day your dad
was at home.

What were he and your mam
talking about?

Mammy had a headache.

She'd just been
to a divorce party.

I saw the video you put up
on Facebook, Alys.

It was great.
Really good.

Has your dad messaged you back?

Yes or no?

I've got to get ready
for my ballet lesson.

What's the code?

Tell me the code, Alys,
for your iPad.

You do want to see
your mam again, don't you?

I have to go now.

Yes, she is
a remarkable mother.

Utterly devoted.

And since
your son's disappearance?

She's coped admirably.

My son got himself into trouble
from which he saw no way out.

Then he deserted her.

Your Honor, I have no doubt

that Faith is
entirely blameless in all this

and that she is the best
possible carer for her children.

Your wife is concerned

about her choice of friends.

I've spoken to Mr. Baldini,
and in my opinion,

he's a grateful client

who wants to repay the kindness
my son showed him.

I love my grandchildren.

And if I didn't trust
in Faith's judgment,

then I wouldn't be here.

Thank you.

Dewi, it's me... Steve.

I'm back in business, and I have
a job for you and Erin.

I need to
get rid of Gael Reardon.

I'll have the money later,
usual place, 6:00.

Your children
have been late to school

on several occasions.

That's no grounds
to rip them from their home.

Megan has been crying
in the classroom,

unable to concentrate.

Yes.

Her dad is missing.

Which is why your association
with Mr. Baldini is so strange.

- The letter.
- Yeah.

Your Honor has seen a copy of
Mrs. Howells' husband's letter.

I had nothing to do
with my husband's disappearance.

With respect,
Mrs. Howells, our concern here

is the day-to-day welfare
of your children,

not the whereabouts
of your husband.

The letter proves
that Mrs. Howells

is no threat to her children.

If I may please make my point.

Of course.
Miss Hughes.

Thank you.

Mrs. Howells,

are you in a relationship
with Mr. Stephen Baldini?

Yes.
A professional relationship.

He's a client of my firm.

Whom you choose to entertain
in your home

only days after
your husband has disappeared.

What are you imagining?

A negligee?
Soft music?

- Is that the case?
- Really?

- Mrs. Howells.
- Really?

My husband, the father
of my three children,

vanished off the face
of the Earth,

and what did the police do?

What did my mother-in-law do

along with every gossip
in the town?

They rushed to believe
that I've...

...that I must've killed him

or had him killed.

Do you have any idea
how that feels?

So, yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, I absolutely know
who my friends are.

Yes, an ex-convict
with 13 previous convictions,

including selling drugs
to minors.

Yes, and he's a very good
friend, actually.

And you see no problem

in him having contact
with your children?

Oh, it's called
giving the benefit of the doubt.

You know, these courts, they
used to try it now and then.

Might I suggest that
your judgment may have...

No, you can't!
No!

Do you have children?!
Do you have children?!

- Do you have children?!
- No, I do not.

No, you don't, so you cannot
possibly begin to understand

how it feels for a mother

to have her children
taken away from her.

You cannot understand it!

Because Megan and Alys
and Rhodri,

they mean more to me
than my entire life.

They mean more to me
than everything.

It's a thing called love!

Mrs. Howells, thank you.

What?

Stand down, please.

I'll retire
to consider my decision.

Right!

You were driving that squad car.
You'd booked it out.

We've got you on tape
driving it back.

Unless you can prove
where that video came from,

who shot it, and that it
hasn't been tampered with,

it won't get
anywhere near a jury.

Constable.

It was e-mailed anonymously.

We'll get a trace on the sender,

and we'll get a match
on your tires.

Even without your face
on that video,

the circumstantial
will be overwhelming.

Did you think you'd killed her?

Is that why you ran?

Pause the tape, please.

Pause it.

Yes, sir.

There was no phone signal.

I tried to help.
I did everything I could.

I made it back to the road,

and your colleague,
D.S. Morgan, drove up.

She told me to go,
forget I was ever there.

Detective Sergeant Morgan
was off duty.

It was her, off duty or not.

You're telling me that you,
a detective inspector,

took an order
from a detective sergeant

who told you to forget
that you'd ever been there

while a woman was
burning to death in her car?

And why are you trying to frame
an innocent woman

for a murder that only exists
in your imagination?

Faith Howells' earring
was found at the scene.

Wasn't it, Constable?

Yeah.

Having been informed

that Mrs. Howells
was a live suspect

in a potential murder inquiry,

social services were,
in my judgment,

fully justified
in removing the children.

But the situation has changed.

Mrs. Howells is no longer
a suspect.

However, I do remain concerned.

Mrs. Howells,

are you prepared to ensure
that your three children

will have no contact
with Mr. Baldini

for the foreseeable future?

- Yes.
- Very well.

I order they be
returned home immediately,

but strictly on that condition.

I owe you an apology, Faith.

Delyth called,
told me about Evan's letter.

I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm so sorry.

- I had no idea Cerys was...
- Shh, shh, shh.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Everything makes sense now.

I knew you were unhappy, but...

Right.
We are calling in the big guns.

I'm gonna try the Met.

We know Evan
was laundering cash

and putting it through
the Pedersen file,

but he doesn't say why.

Why would he get involved?

In his letter,
he says that he was betrayed

by the people he trusted.

And Alpay came to you

and said she was being hounded
by a corrupt detective.

She went to Evan for help,
and he didn't deliver.

- Please, I can't.
- Faith, we are close.

Please.
I can't, Cerys.

And there is still £200,000
sat in a bank account.

No.
No more.

All right.

Thank you
for getting my kids back.

I just need to be with them now.

And Evan,
I've got to let him go.

I've got to
get on with my life.

Evan was just weak, wasn't he?

All right. I got you.
But I am all over this.

Right.

Thank you, Cerys.

Go on.
Get in.

Gonna see you
for a glass, then?

- God, I'd love to.
- Okay!

- All right.
- Well, bloody brilliant!

I got wine.

I got peanuts.

And, oh, yeah, that guy Steve,

he's been ringing nonstop
all day.

Bloody hell.
What a day, babes.

I've consulted
with a CPS lawyer,

and I'm afraid
it's not good news.

Why would I lie to you?

I swear Morgan was there.

This is all about protecting
Faith bloody Howells!

Calm down, Susan.

There could be a way
out of this.

You never guessed?

No.

Does it make
any difference?

He's my son.
Always will be.

What will you do?

Muddle along.

Life's too short...

...to live it all
out of a sense of duty.

Be yourself, Tom.

Be brave.

For once.

Please.

Mnh!

Babes, you've already
wiped that twice.

Yeah, well, that woman's
like the bloody Gestapo.

She doesn't miss a thing.

Won't... Won't they miss those?

I don't know.
I don't know what I'm doing.

Oh, already?
Haven't even done hoovering.

Sod the hoovering, Faith.
Go.

Hey.

Mrs. Howells.

Yours, I believe.

- There is one other matter.
- Come in.

Why aren't you in custody?

- Released without charge.
- I don't believe this.

Why would Parry...

And this?

DCI Parry asked me to return it.

What did he want with it?

I'd like to
put all this behind us.

I propose

you transfer
Evan's proceeds of crime

into a police account...

...and we say no more about it.

The last thing Alpay said to me
before she died

was that she was being extorted
by a corrupt detective.

She was a perjurer.

Mm-hmm.
And what are you, Inspector?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself
for planting that earring?

What did you do,

take it when you were doing
the house search just in case?

I mean, that's cheap.

And actually...

Actually, how did
you get to read Evan's letter?

How else would you know
about the money?

DCI Parry
brought me up to speed.

He and Evan were working on
something together in Swansea.

His disappearance
has become an embarrassment.

Evan was apparently sitting on
money for a police operation,

and Parry would like it back,

to tie it up quietly.

Evan should be grateful.

Well, I think you
and Parry should know

that I've instructed
my colleague

to take Evan's letter
to an outside police force.

You're the dodgy detective
Evan refers to in his letter.

Wait here.

I've got the video

placing your car
at the scene of Alpay's death.

It's on this phone.

The original.

The only one
that can convict you.

It was D.S. Morgan who told me
to leave Alpay in the car.

Swansea CID.

The one that turned up

when you found Evan's car
last Monday.

She was there in her car when
I made it back up to the road.

What was she doing there?

She must have been tailing
Alpay. I was tailing you.

Yeah, I'd gathered that much.

Alpay was running her own pill
factory out of her dentist's.

Swansea CID were onto her.

Swansea.

Swansea.

Did you send the anonymous
e-mail to Constable Price?

What e-mail?

She's refusing to pay.

She's stubborn,
like all lawyers.

No, no, no, no, no.
That's up to you.

I've done my part.

Where have you been all day?

Gael Reardon's
taking delivery

of a consignment on Monday.

You've got enough
to arrest her now.

You promised me it'd be over
once you'd got Gael.

That's all I'm...

I'm quitting.

That's not an option, Evan.

Unless you'd prefer
the alternative...

what, seven, eight years maybe?

Miss the little ones growing up?

Someone might be interested
to know that you've got 120K

sitting in your bank account
for this little job.

Go home, Evan.

Have a drink.
Shag your wife.

You'll feel better
in the morning.

120 grand.

It's all there.

The 80 Evan owed you and...

We'll take care
of Gael Reardon.

And make sure it's permanent.

Try lying low
for a couple of days. I would.

A word of advice, Steve?

Faith Howells
and a bloke like you?

You're wasting your time.

Nice to have you back, Steve.

10 years ago today,

I felt Faith
had made me the happiest

I could ever be.

But here I am...

...10 years later...

...even happier.

Two beautiful children.

What do you think, then?

Another one on the way.

I'm even more in love.

- Eww!
- Oh! Eww!

Megs.

Surrounded by my family.

Living in my hometown.

And at the risk of being
horribly soppy, Mother,

I love you guys.

Here's to the next 10 years.

Next 10 years.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Whoo!

Come here.

Babe, your phone's ringing!

Hello?

Hello?

Who's this?
Hello?

- Hello? Hello?
- Hello?

Hello?

You all right
in the back there, Arthur?

They're late.

Relax, babes, they'll be here.

Oh!
Mm, you want a cheese string?

Where are the kids?

Alys went missing
from her ballet class.

The foster parents
dropped her off,

but she wasn't there
at pickup.

Now, we've got... we got
two cars out looking for her.

She hasn't been in touch,
has she?

- No.
- No. Okay.

- Terry...
- Don't worry. We'll find her.

- Okay, just sit tight for now.
- Terry?

- Lisa, take her in.
- Yeah.

We'll find her, okay?

Find my little girl.
Please.

Wait here
for Megan and Rhodri.

Steve, please, please,
please, please!

Someone has Alys.

I don't know
what the fuck is going on,

but I'm coming to yours now!

Steve?

Where is he?

Where's Baldini?
Where's my money?

I have no idea
what you are talking about.

My daughter has gone missing.
Have you taken her?

What would I want with a kid?

120,000.

- Mine.
- Oh, Jesus.

He put on a great show,
by the way.

Claimed he was doing it
all for you.

Doing what for me?

Shifting the product
Evan ordered.

Like a fool, I fell for it.

We're smart women, Faith,

but that doesn't make us immune
from being cheated on.

Your rat of a husband wormed
his way between my sheets.

All kinds of promises
he wasn't man enough to keep.

And here we are again,
round two.

You didn't know?

I'm so sorry.

He betrayed me, sweetheart.

And if you ever find
that rotten carcass of his,

make sure you bury it deep

'cause I will gladly dig it up
and kill him again.

I need to find my daughter.

Lost a case?

Something like that.

Your order is on its way.

- Monday.
- Thanks.

I can't do this, Gael.

I thought I could.

I'm just a small-town lawyer.

I've made a mistake.

- Evan...
- And I love my family.

Bastard Evan Howells!

Bastard!

Some grapes with it, then.

Mmm.

Yes.

Ohh!

- Hello, darling!
- Mammy!

Hello!
Oh, I've missed you!

I've missed you
so, so, so, so much.

Why did we have to go away?

I'll explain everything later,
all right?

Ohh!

Um, the police are...

- Been reading lots of stories?
- If there's anything I can do...

Yes, you have!
And you've grown.

Want more kisses?
Angel kisses on there.

You...

Alys went to meet Daddy
at the train station.

I didn't tell the lady, though,

because Alys said
it was a secret.

And when did she tell you this?

After school,
Daddy messaged her.

Oh!

Right, well, I think
it's bath and bedtime, I think.

Who would like Mammy
to read them a story?

- Me!
- Not you.

You don't like stories, do you?
You don't like stories, do you?

- I love stories!
- Oh, you do, do you?

Go on. Up you go.
Go have a nice bath.

Go on. Up you go.
Where is he?

Phone Terry now.

Alys, it's Uncle Terry!

"'See you next spring.'

'Good night, Newt, '
said Turtle.

And they slipped
deep into the swamp mud

where it was snug
and cozy and warm."

Alys?!

When will Alys be home?

You'll see her
in the morning, now.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I love you.

Hello?

- Hi. Mammy?
- Alys.

Alys, where are you?
Where are you, darling?

Are you all right?

I'm all right.
I'm with Arthur.

You're with Arthur?
You're... You're...

Where are you, my darling?

You've got to tell Mam
where you are.

Please.

Alys...

Listen carefully.

You will shortly receive a text
containing account details

and a post code.

Proceed to the location
within 30 minutes,

where you'll be required
to make a bank transfer.

You will come alone
and will not inform the police.

Arthur, who else
is there with you?

Who else is there with you?!

Arthur!

I love you.

Love you.

You sleep tight,
precious girl.

- Faith...
- Going to fetch Alys.

- What, she's been found?
- No, not quite.

- Faith, what's going on here?
- Just go inside.

You're just not
telling me anything!

Faith, it's me. You've
got your phone back, then.

What is it?

Listen, I know who Evan was
meeting at the lap-dancing club,

and you're not gonna
bloody believe this.

DCI Parry and D.S. Morgan.

- How long have you known?
- Not long.

I've been so bloody stupid.

Took my eye off the ball.

Hold on, Alys.

Mammy's coming.

Marion, I want you to know
that I've taken

what you said earlier on
to heart.

I appreciate you've made
many sacrifices

to remain in this marriage...

...which is why
I think it's only right

to give you some time
to consider your true feelings.

I... I only want
what makes you happy.

If that means
a life apart, then...

...so be it.

I plan to stay
in a hotel for a... a few days.

I'll just get some things.

Come forward.

That'll do.

- Where's Alys?
- In a minute.

I want to see you transfer

everything you took
from Evan's account.

- Mammy, Mammy...
- Stay there.

Quiet!

Okay.

The money, Faith.

What will you tell the Met?

Oh, you won't be talking
to them.

Think about it...

every sordid detail

of Evan's behavior
aired in public.

The kids living in shame.

Court cases, inquiries.

Your career shot to pieces.

Maybe it's worth all that
for the truth.

Evan came to me for help.

He was already up to his neck
laundering money for the Glynns.

Said he wanted to turn grass
for me, be my informer.

It was the only card he had.

But you betrayed him.

Oh, he betrayed himself,
Faith.

He didn't have the spine,
gave into temptation.

Stealing, whoring.

Dealing.

And all the time pretending
to be your lovely husband.

Yeah.

I had to call him
to tell him the game was up.

He knew he was going down.

That's the morning he left.

Why?

Why?

Why is it now
you're telling me this?

- I was hoping he'd turn up.
- Oh, yeah?

I wanted to give him a chance.

Give you both a chance.

You wanted to keep his money
for yourself.

You destroyed a good man.

You've taken
my children's father away.

Mammy.

Is he dead?

I think
we can safely assume so.

Make the transfer, Faith.

- Mammy!
- Alys, stay here.

Stay here.
It's okay.

Aren't you gonna answer that?

Put me on speaker.

DCI Parry, it's been
brought to my attention

that you have been
using Evan Howells

to set me up for a fall,
despite our arrangement.

Full marks for effort, but
you've picked the wrong woman.

- Gael...
- Shut up and listen.

Call off
your little investigation

and do whatever it is the lovely
Mrs. Howells tells you to do.

If you don't,
the moment I call Dublin,

your grave is already dug.

These are my terms,
Chief Inspector.

Let Alys go,
forget about the money,

get the Glynns off my back,
and we can all move on.

No Met.
No prosecutions.

I'll keep your dirty secret.

Evan said
you were the better lawyer.

Should have had you
working for me.

Keep down, Alys.

- What's going on?
- Let them go.

- Have you got the money?
- I said let them go.

Helen!

The money.

The money, Mrs. Howells.

Helen, put it down now.

- Oh, put it down, Helen!
- I'm scared.

200K.

All of it.
Now.

I'm gonna get my daughter,

and we're all gonna go home,
okay?

You're going nowhere
till we've been paid.

Five seconds.

Three, two...

Oh!

Mam!

Mammy!

No!

Come over here.
Get your cuffs out.

Get them out.

Clip yourself on.
Clip her on first.

Clip yourself.

Further.

Mammy. Mammy.

I was a coward, I know.
I...

I should have let them
put me in jail.

Where did you learn that?

Army.

Better get out of here.

Go.

Are you looking for someone
to have babies with, Lisa,

or just a date?

I thought
you were sleeping, missy.

I think you should have babies,

but not with someone random
off the Internet.

Faith, have you got her?

She's... She's fine.
All good.

Everything all right there?
Megs, Rhods?

Yeah, yeah.
All good, babe.

Babe, we love you.

How is she?

Not good.

I keep trying Daddy, but he's
not answering his phone.

Well, they've found Alys.

Oh, thank God.
Where?

She's on her way home
with Faith.

That's all I know.

I'm scared, Terry.

Mammy's going to die.

I know she is.

I'd, uh...

I'd better go check on Alys.

Dear Superintendent Laxton,

further to our phone call,

I enclose a statement setting
out all that we currently know

about the disappearance
of Mr. Evan Howells.

I have no doubt
that the evidence points

to significant misconduct

carried out
by Swansea police officers

DCI Huw Parry
and D.S. Helen Morgan.

If you would like to
discuss the matter further,

please do not hesitate
to contact me.

Cerys Jones.

Send.

Faith, you okay?

Don't contact the Met.

- Huh?
- I've got Alys back.

- I made a deal.
- What do you mean?

We've got 80 grand
to clear the firm's debts,

get back into business,
and pay off Gael Reardon.

Faith, 80...

Whatever it is you're doing,
okay, just scrap it.

I'll call you tomorrow.
Good night, Cerys.

Faith!

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Alys.

♪ Gave you all that you needed ♪

Alys.

Welcome home.

♪ You were cut,
but I'm bleeding ♪

- Mam?
- We're home.

Yeah.
Mammy's beautiful girl.

♪ And all of my strength,
I gave to you ♪

♪ I love completely ♪

In you go.

♪ You'll lose
then you'll leave me ♪

♪ And all of my hope
left with you too ♪

♪ But I gave my heart whole,
I did ♪

♪ I gave my heart ♪

♪ And although it's lost ♪

♪ It is still beating ♪

♪ And I gave my whole soul,
I did ♪

Mammy's here!
Look!

♪ I gave my soul ♪

♪ And although I'm broken ♪

♪ I am still breathing ♪

♪ I will sleep through
the moments ♪

♪ All the moments
you've stolen ♪

♪ All for my love ♪

♪ I'll know the truth ♪

♪ That I gave my heart whole,
I did ♪

♪ I gave my heart ♪