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You're not fit to look after them. I want full custody.

Wasting your life for a bloody stupid protest?

It wasn't stupid. -Shut up, Alys! Listen to me.

I want you to leave Howells and find another job.

I told Williams you were with me until dawn.

Go home, Evan. You've lost her.

I find that Osian's welfare is best served...

...by allowing his medical team to manage his condition.

We've got grounds for an appeal. We can get an emergency application.

Gareth!

Why can't we have a weekend in bed like everybody else?

Can I book you for next weekend?

If this Osian thing is sorted, I'm all yours.

I've got to speak to Mike about this appeal.

We're talking massive costs.

'Lose your house' type of costs.

They'll try and transfer him to the hospice as soon as they can.

If they do, I'll kill them.

I'll castrate them.

I've got to meet Faith.

Yes, of course.

Help yourself to coffee.

Right, I'm late.

Scarf, coat, keys, bag.

Right, see you later.

You agree with the Judge don't you?

I think she came to the best decision, yes.

I didn't like her.

She smelt of garlic.

She forgot Bear.

Did someone punch you?

We go to appeal Mike, we go higher.

If Osian were my son...

...I would fight to the last.

I'd seek out other surgeons who might take him on.

Professor Wynn gave me a list of surgeons worldwide.

I wouldn't let Judge Owens dictate what happened to my son.

That's what I would do.

Thank you.

We'll work pro bono. No charge.

No chance. Susan's fundraising.

That's the deal, Mike.

Thank you.

* This wind is cold

* And it keeps on blowing strong

* On and on

* Maybe it'll carry me

* Carry me back home

* Rain

* Wash this feeling away

* Coz it keeps on holding on

* Holding on

* Maybe if I keep still

* Then I'll learn how to stay *

No, I haven't changed my mind.

They're talking about suing for 2 million.

Clear your desk.

I'm sorry.

You knew Mam was having an affair. -What?!

You knew all along.

You knew I wasn't your biological son...

...but it was too messy to chuck Mam out.

I'm not listening to this nonsense.

As long as there were dinner parties and Rotary does to keep you busy...

...you didn't have to think about it.

What brought all this on? I loved your mother.

I wanted her to be happy. -But she wasn't.

Don't make the same mistake as me.

Let Faith go.

I'll clear my desk today.

You always were Faith's advocate, weren't you?

Made Mam look a fool in court...

...siding against her to get Faith's kids back.

I won't say what I want to say. -Might as well.

We've come this far.

None of us would have been in that situation...

...if you hadn't shagged the Irish whore.

Wow!

Wow! How long have you been waiting to say that?

Take responsibility for what you did.

I tried to hold this family together but it's impossible.

It needs to break.

What happened to...

...your fucking harmony, Dad?

I've had an appeal, in London tomorrow.

I've got to go today.

No worries, babes, I'll take Rhods and Megs, no problem.

Got to go. Love you. -Love you. Ta-ta.

Hiding from someone?

You're trespassing.

Sit down.

Mind if I do? -We have nothing to discuss.

OK. You were a monster to my father and a monster to me.

I don't want my children knowing anything about you.

Like you don't want them to know you tried to finish me off?

Oh, I don't regret any of that.

Dad said to have nothing to do with you.

Why didn't he leave you earlier? -Why did you stay by Evan?

I want you to leave me.

Please leave me.

Leave me!

I'm not leaving.

I'd like to look after you and your kids.

They've had a hard time over the years, by all accounts.

I met Alys last night. She's lovely.

So bright. Full of life.

Reminded me of you at her age.

Where did you see Alys?

You can't lock your kids up, Faithy.

We just had a chat.

Talked about her arse of a boyfriend mainly.

It would be a shame, wouldn't it...

...if I told her what you did to me?

Know what sort of a woman her mother really is.

What do you want?

Got a job for you.

Like the old days.

It's all in the envelope.

I've got to get a train to London.

I will meet you when I get back...

...if you...

If you promise not to go anywhere near my children until then.

I promise.

I won't go near the children while you're in London.

You promise? -I promise.

Good girl.

Oh, no!

Lis, are my blue shoes by the back door, please?

No, but I've found the black ones.

Who cares. -You do, usually.

It's Evan's weekend...

...but I've asked him to hang on to them tomorrow.

It's easier. -Yes, I know.

You're doing Rhods's party. -Yes. I've got his costume.

Don't let Megan out of your sight, she's very fragile.

I can tell you're nervous.

Wine. We need wine before the taxi arrives.

I don't drink.

Sorry?

I don't drink.

My name is Lisa Connors and I am an alcoholic.

Carry on. Don't let me stop you.

I'm fine. I can handle it.

Lis? Lisa. -Yes?

You have to help me here.

You have wine...

...and I have orange juice.

So... how many days? -Ninety and a half hours.

Never hoovered so much in my life.

You're welcome to come here to hoover here any time you like.

And polish.

You can do this...

...my precious, precious friend.

I've decided to face life head on...

...and face my fears, you know?

Find out what I'm running away from.

I'll be fine. I've got to be.

Any idea how long she's been in the water?

About a week.

Who's leading the investigation? -Newman from Swansea CID.

Top level, apparently. -I'm sure. Let's go down there.

Faith, I have just discovered that Steve Baldini's motorbike...

...was driving towards the gym prior to the burglary.

It contradicts your alibi statement. -I've got so much going on.

Why would I perjure myself?

You and Baldini have got history. -I'm in court in London tomorrow.

I'm trying to win the right for your nephew to get surgery.

I was in an unhappy marriage for years and I avoided having children.

I got a divorce in the end and to be honest with you...

...I haven't really thought about...

...all this stuff...

...until I came here.

I now realise that I've been hiding from my true feelings...

...all my adult life.

Sorry... um.

Got to rush.

Sorry.

You OK? -Fine. You?

Yeah.

Steve?

What?

Steve?

Not what you think.

It's none of my business. Drink your gin.

Oh!

Want to talk?

Sorry for being so hard on you two.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Right.

Come on, you need cheering up.

Strike next. Are you ready?

Ready?

It'll turn in at the last minute.

Go on.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Go on, Alys!

Aim for the one at the front and it'll turn in.

I have one strike. Steve, 67.

Yes!

Go on, Dad!

I met my other grandmother the other day.

Does your mam know?

No 'what was she like?' or 'where did you meet her'?

What was she like?

Old.

Funny. Said she wanted to get to know me.

I don't think she's very well.

Right. Come on! -Right.

Ready? -Are you ready?

Whoopsie-daisy! In we go.

Come on, Rhods!

Up you go then and I'll tell Granny you're back.

Go up with Megs.

Good boy.

Meet you back at the hotel later. -Date? Secret?

My life. Beak out. -Touchy!

Wandering again, Faith?

Sorry to disappoint. Get in.

Aren't you curious to know who I am? -What do you want?

Gael's got a job for you.

I don't do that any more.

You still came to the meeting though?

Where is she? -Do the job and you get to see her.

I don't know who the fuck you are.

Language!

Message her number when you've decided.

'Stay strong. Don't give up the fight'.

I'm going for a pizza. Coming? -I'm having an early night.

See you in the morning. -OK, boring.

I find myself in ill health and would like to leave things neat.

Hence the urgency.

I'm sorry to hear that.

My wishes are straightforward. To leave everything to my daughter.

Do you have an idea of the value of the estate?

Nearly four million.

In investments? -Cash mainly.

A house in Swansea and a flat in London.

Alongside the distribution of the estate...

...you will need to consider any special wishes.

You're sure you want your daughter to be sole beneficiary?

Yes.

She's my only child.

Her name? -Faith Howells.

I am aware that this puts you in a delicate position.

Bound as you are by confidentiality...

...not to tell her or your son anything about it.

Well, this is...

This is a very strange moment.

On so many levels.

I'm delighted to meet you.

I thought I'd keep the business in the family.

I'll see myself out.

Have you thought any more about the break-in at the gym?

A new eyewitness claims to have seen a motorbike heading for the gym...

...just before the break-in.

I told you. I was with a woman.

Faith Howells wouldn't like to be referred to as 'a woman'.

How is Osian by the way?

Faith says he's such a special boy.

Thank you for the donation.

He has the right to that operation.

I'm off to the hospital now. He hasn't got much time.

I'll see if the manager from the gym has come round while I'm there.

It is the court's duty to consider the welfare of the child...

...under the Children Act of 1989.

The welfare of the child can be narrowly defined...

...in strictly scientific terms...

...by balancing the likely outcome of surgery...

...against palliative care.

Or...

...it can be defined in a much wider way.

A way that takes into account the effect on a child of capacity...

...having his wishes disregarded...

...during the short amount of time he has left to live.

Judge Owens erred in law...

...by refusing to consider the child's evidence.

It is the child's wish that this surgery proceeds.

He's fully aware of all the risks.

He's embraced the risks.

What's more, he's fully aware...

...that he's going to die from this damned disease...

...if he doesn't get this operation.

If the child gets the operation, the chances of success are tiny...

...perhaps a half of one percent...

...but when the alternative is certain death...

...it doesn't really matter how small the chances of success are.

Is it right to measure in degrees...

...the difference between life and death?

This difference being infinite?

A 14-year-old boy is giving doctors full consent to kill him...

...in the tiny hope they might not.

The bravery in that decision is utterly, utterly extraordinary.

You were right, about Cerys. She is fit.

I'm tired, Gareth.

I know, mate.

Where did you say Dad had gone?

I gave him a day off.

I've got us some wicked films in.

He needed a break, after yesterday.

Can you arrange for my friends from school to come in?

Let me check with Prof.

Thanks, Gareth.

No problem, mate.

Hello, I'm Fiona from the Palliative Care Team.

I'm here to discuss the transfer. -No! I won't go to the hospice!

Osian, please stay calm. -Is Dad arranging my transfer?

No, he's sorting the operation out. -Nobody's telling me the truth.

I want to talk to Faith.

Come here.

I want Mam. -I know.

I'll try to get hold of Faith.

Look at me, Osh.

I will not let anybody take you anywhere.

Got it?

This is me and you.

We're a team, OK?

No-one's questioning Osian's bravery, my Lords and Lady...

...but bravery alone is no basis on which to make any medical decision.

We have to measure the quality of life against the quantity of life.

The medical evidence in this case is clear.

Surgery will prove almost definitely fatal.

In the extremely unlikely event that it does not...

...Osian will be left in a far worse state of suffering...

...than were he to be left alone.

Can you confirm that this child's guardian...

...is absolutely certain that he is aware of all the risks of surgery?

This is correct. -He wishes to proceed nonetheless?

With respect, my Lord, it is our case...

...that Osian needs to be protected from impulses...

...that would only cause him more harm.

Can Ms Penry confirm Osian's full capacity?

Thank you.

Thank you. I'll take her home.

Hiya, Megs.

Are you OK, sweetheart?

Honk!

If a child can summon such bravery, they can summon a fraction of it...

...and do as he asks.

It's also his father's wish.

It's his father's wish that this surgery proceeds.

Surely, the parent is the best judge for their child?

We'll rise to consider our ruling.

All rise.

Hello?

Hi.

Hello, Lisa.

Hiya.

I've come to buy a bike.

Oh? What kind of bike are you after?

Um... I don't know.

Something nice and shiny?

Come here.

Sit on this one.

Oh, gosh!

Are you alright? -Yes, I'm fine.

Try this.

You look great.

Will you be my sponsor, Steve?

I know you're a recovering alcoholic, like me.

And I know we don't know each other that well.

Through Faith really...

...and I know you and her...

No more, done.

So I wouldn't be complicating anything...

...by asking you to be my sponsor.

I haven't had a drink for four days...

...and the headaches are really bad.

I just feel like shit.

I thought, you did it, so...

You... sorry.

Yes. -Thank you.

One day at a time.

That's all you have to do. One day at a time.

And if I lose it completely? -You ring me. Or text me.

You are a beautiful, fantastic woman...

...and you can do this.

OK?

I didn't know you were into bikes.

Just pillion only me.

Let me know when you fancy a spin.

Oh, Steve!

Faith will be jealous!

Sorry. -It's OK.

Are you alright?

Good. -Thank you.

Firstly, thank you both.

This is a deeply distressing case...

...of the sort no court relishes deciding.

We will hand down a full, written judgement in due course...

...but as time is of the essence...

...I can tell you that we are unanimous...

...in deciding in the applicant's favour.

The appeal is granted.

Faith!

Faith, costs.

Thank you, My Lord. On the subject of costs?

The respondent will pay the applicant's costs.

All rise!

My phone has gone mental. It has not stopped.

Right! I am going to buy some shoes to celebrate.

Mike, you coming?

Let's get Osian something.

Mike?

I got a call from Swansea CID while you were in court.

Top level information.

Gael Reardon's body has been found.

I thought she was in Ireland.

She came back.

My advice is be prepared.

All the files will be reopened.

Her recent and not-so-recent history...

...will reveal people with a motive.

Evan?

You?

I also came across evidence of a connection...

...between Gael Reardon and Rose Fairchild.

It goes back a long way.

Yes.

Faith.

Why don't you come back to London?

Abercorran is becoming toxic.

Thank you.

OK?

Right, I'll be back in a minute OK?

Alright.

I've got an appointment with a Mrs Gael Reardon.

I will track you down, Gael.

We've had the ruling. The appeal has been granted.

I'll call a meeting of the MDT in the morning...

...and report back with a decision.

Dad's on his way, Osh.

Osh? -Is he OK?

Osh?

Hey, love.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Thank you, Faith. You're a star.

You're the star.

And the bravest young man I've ever met.

Keep strong until Dad chooses a surgeon, OK?

I had no idea all that was going on.

Thank you.

Will I see you again?

You can't get rid of me now.

Right?

Night night, love.

Night night.

No, thanks.

Just listen.

Don't judge and don't interrupt.

Are the children OK? -It's not about them.

I was brought up in a household of abuse.

My mother, she dominated.

Emotionally. And physically.

She was a criminal.

A clever one but cruel and unforgiving.

I hated her for what she did to my dad...

...and to the clients she built up over the years.

She used me to collect her debts.

I was 13 or 14, so who was going to suspect me?

Difficult bit coming up now.

I came home one day...

...and I saw my dad, cowering in a corner of the garage.

She was hitting him.

He was whimpering, like a wounded animal.

I tried to pull her off but then she went for me.

I grabbed a screwdriver.

I called an ambulance.

She didn't die.

She told the police that it was an accident.

She'd done it to herself.

It was clever because it meant I wasn't free.

Dad and I left, finally...

...and I never saw her again.

Until last week, when she showed up out of nowhere.

Dad died, as you know.

I went to law school to study justice...

...so I could stand up for...

I'm telling you this, Tom...

...in case something happens to me.

In case things get strange.

She is smart and a manipulator.

I met her today.

She came to see me 'in a professional capacity'.

It's started.

We've all got to buckle up.

Have you forgotten the manager of the gym lying in hospital?

I have an alibi.

We're over.

She's got quite a hold over you, hasn't she?

I won't see her get hurt.

She didn't mind hurting me, did she?

She did that.

With a screwdriver.

And it's killing me.

She's very dangerous.

I want to make peace.

If you can make her see that, Steve...

...I won't make any more demands of you.

Gael Reardon's body has been found.

Then you'd better get your story straight, Steve.

I'm not afraid of you any more, Rose.

All I care about is Faith and my daughter.

You're on your own.

What are you doing here?

Alys said the kids were at Evan's.

How did it go?

I've been thinking about you all day.

We'll wait until after the divorce.

Then let's talk.

Yes?

* If I could hold you

* If only for a second I could hold you

* Let the fear rage on

* Clinging to each other in the eye of the storm

* If I could reach you

* If only for a second I could reach you

* And let it all go to hell

* Hold on together till we go there as well... *

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