All language subtitles for Still Waters s02e02.eng

- [Chanting] Our land, our water!

- [Chanting] Our land, our water!
- [Chanting] Our land, our water!

- Our land, our water!
- Our land, our water!

- Caryl.
- Hi.

- I heard someone managed
to get a foot in the door

at the Western Herald.

- If I come back to him with a
big story, he'll give me a job.

- Talk as much as you like.

I'm not selling my home!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

- Granddad, people don't want
the reservoir extension.

- Lots of people do.

- Llyr Owen.
Yeah, of course.

This is about Nantwen.

He- He died trying
to blow it up in the '90s.

- Losing Llyr was-
We had plans.

Rhys Owen took all that
from me.

- From us.

- I'm sorry,
but we can't serve you here.

- Rhys Owen was in town today.

You saw him, didn't you?

- He's only back
for his father.

- You don't have to be here.
- Yes, I do.

No one else in the family
wants to know you.

- I've heard some things,
and I've read some things.

I suppose I wanted to know
what the truth was.

- About what?
- About you.

- Caryl, I'm serious.

Don't go thinking about him
now for one of your stories.

- All right. All right.

- Mrs. Lewis has decided
with her family

to move into
more suitable accommodation.

- Have you not got any decency?

[Engine revving]

[Crash]

- Shit!

If I were you,
I'd stop asking questions

about me and about '95,
the whole thing.

Just carry on
as if you'd never met me.

Llyr wasn't just my cousin-

He was my best friend.
[Click]

I didn't kill him.

[Explosion]

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[Bang]

- Hm...

[Bang]

[Bang, glass shatters]

[Gasps]

[Gasps]

[Sighs]

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[Soft clatter]

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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[Bang]

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Aah! Oh!
- [Gasps]

- Oh, God! [Sighs]

What the hell are you doing?
- I woke up early.

Couldn't get back to sleep, so I
thought I'd get an early start.

- The window was banging.
Did you leave it open?

- I was just taking stuff
to the studio.

It must have swung open.
- Anyone could have come in.

[Window closes]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. I'm fine. I'm just...

just a bit jumpy, that's all.

Don't worry.

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[Sighs]

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- Long time, no see.

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All right?

- Been a while.
- Yeah.

Time flies
when you're having fun.

- Yeah.

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- Here.

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[Glove compartment opens]

[Glove compartment closes]

- Be careful with that.

- Not really the point,
but, uh...

- [Chuckles]

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[Theme music plays]

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- Rhys, it's Caryl.

About what you said-
about not asking questions,

about what happened in '95
and- and Llyr's murder.

You know, I've been there, too.

I've been blamed, been lied to.

And it would have gone on
forever

if someone hadn't started
asking questions.

So if you really are innocent,

don't you think
we should be asking questions?

[Beep]

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[Bird crying]

[Engine revving]

[Siren wailing]

[Wailing continues]

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[Wailing stops]

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[Vehicle door closes]

[Police radio chatter,
footsteps approaching]

[Knocking]

- PC Breckon.
How can I help you?

- Sergeant Breckon.
What's the emergency?

- Oh. Um...

For my dad. Incontinence pads.

- Will you step out of the car, please?

What's going on with that?
- Oh, yeah.

Someone tried to run me
off the road yesterday.

- Did you report it?

- Would there be any point?

- You're not the only person
using the highway.

Did you get the reg number?

- No.

- Description?

- Black, tinted windows.

- Report it.
You can do it online.

Right. Mr. Owen,
you've committed

a moving traffic offense,
namely speeding.

I'm not going to issue
a ticket on this occasion,

but I will require
a breath test under Section 5

of the Road Traffic Act 1988.

Blow into this, please.

One long breath, like
you're blowing up a balloon.

- [Blowing]

- Keep going.

Keep going.

[Blowing continues]

Keep going.

[Device beeps]
Stop.

- Good job
I know you're a jobsworth.

Otherwise, I might think
you were picking on me.

- Okay, if you'd like
to remove the tube.

- How's the family?

- That brake light
needs attention.

- I'll sort it.
- Make sure you do.

[Engine starts]

[Vehicle departing]

[Engine shuts down,
vehicle door closes]

- Sian.

Is that Niko?

- Yes. [Chuckles]

He's 27 now.

Or 80 in human years,

according to some chart
of my granddaughter's.

- Oh, you're still
a handsome boy, aren't you?

- Mm-hmm.
- But I didn't realize

you had any animals left.

- Oh, Nico's the only one now.

And now we are selling,

I'm not sure
what's going to happen to him.

- Oh, Mabli loved him so much.

[Chuckles]

It was the highlight
of her week coming here.

- And now she prefers protesting.

And good on her, I say.

At least someone's
still fighting.

- Well, that's why I'm here.

What happened to your fight,
Sian?

- [Sighs]

It's complicated.

The land
is in my son, uh...

Dylan's name.

So when your father
phoned him...

- It was definitely Dad
who phoned?

- Yes.

Oh, Robert made him
a very good offer.

And all things considered,
he accepted.

- Did they ask you
what you wanted?

Yeah.

Greedy bastards.

I'm sorry.

- And, um,
how are you doing yourself?

I heard that Rhys Owen is back.

- I'm just getting on with it.

What else can I do?

- So it's only me who's, uh-

who's supposed to stand up
to the bastards then?

- So you're thinking about
what resources might help you.

Okay, uh,
"Who do I speak to," et cetera?

But the key
when looking at that research

is always asking yourself,

"Does it raise new questions?"

Okay, that's it for today.

- Emile?
- Yep.

- Is Eve around today?

- Uh, not till this afternoon, no.

Oh, hey, hey. How's
your research module going?

- Yeah. Good.

I've got a face-to-face
with a reporter later today.

Well, retired reporter, I mean.

- Sorry.
What's your project again?

- It's a local story
from the '90s.

Pretty juicy.

Bombs, murder,
all the good stuff.

- I look forward
to hearing about it, then.

- Mm.
- Yeah.

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- I'm not being funny, Rhys,

but you were going to be
a rock star.

Look at you now,

fixing cookers
and playing with plugs.

- What are you doing with
your life that's so amazing?

- Tosser.

- Yeah, I know.

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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- Aren't you sick of it?

The way we're treated
like halfwit proles expected

to come groveling
for any crumbs they throw at us.

- You sound like
my bloody father.

- Maybe you should listen.

You might learn something.

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[Backpack thuds]

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[Gun thuds]

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[Footsteps approaching]

- This is everything I've got

from when I covered
the whole story-

court transcripts,
photographs, notes.

- This is amazing.

Oh.

- You know, I wouldn't
normally share this, Caryl,

but I admire what you've done-

changing your life,
going back to college.

- Thanks. That means a lot.

And I'll look after these.
I promise.

- And yourself?

- Yeah, I will.
- No, I mean it.

You could ruffle feathers
with this.

- I've heard rumors
that Rhys Owen

might have been framed.

You don't think there's
anything in that now?

- He was up to his eyes
in the bomb plot.

He admits that.

He had a public punch-up
with his cousin

just before the murder.

He was ID'd fleeing
the explosion site.

And the big one...

...his fingerprints were
on the murder weapon.

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- Sorry.

Murder weapon?

I thought Llyr died
in the explosion.

- No.
It was a set of bolt cutters.

He was brutally attacked,
struck from behind,

his skull fractured.

- [Breathes sharply, sighs]

- Yeah.

It's one thing
to blow up a construction site,

but another thing entirely
to cave in your cousin's head

and leave him there to die.

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- And they're off.
A clean break from all runners.

And it's Lightning Dust who's
burst out to an early lead,

setting the pace
on the outside.

Midnight Comet staying
close on the rail

while Red Horizon slides up...
[Door closes]

between them, wasting no time.

They thunder through
the first lap.

Three wide at the front.
Red Horizon...

- All right?

- ...ahead of Lightning Dust,
Dixon refusing to yield.

- Dad.
- Bloody hell!

Why'd you do that?

- What, didn't hear me come in?

- I haven't got
my hearing aid in.

- Why not?

[Loudly] Why not?!

- It fell out
when I was upstairs.

- Where'd you drop it?

- Toilet.

Fell down the pan.

- Oh, for fuck's sake.

- ...keeps passing horses
like this...

- [Chuckles]

[Announcer
speaking indistinctly on TV]

Can you see it?

- No.

[Toilet flushes]

[Vehicle door closes]

- Excuse me?

Are you Mabli?
- Yeah.

- I saw your video.
At the exhibition.

- Oh.

- I couldn't take my eyes
off it.

- Sorry. I thought you were
gonna have a go.

For these.

- Oh, no. No.

Have you got a minute
for a chat?

I'm from Llanemlyn,

and I want to write
about what happened in '95.

Sorry. Caryl.

I'm a student here.
Journalism.

Your mum is one of my lecturers.

- Ah. Poor you.
- [Laughs]

No. She's great.

Well, most of the time.

- [Chuckles]

Actually,
I've got a bit of time now.

- Great. Yes, please.
- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.

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- That's Alan Owen,
my granddad on my dad's side.

That's his brother, Bryn.
It was taken in '67.

- Have you met him, Bryn?

- No, but I'd like to.

- Brothers-in-arms.
Hm.

- They were...

till Alan went to work
for Robert Davies.

That's my other grandfather.

- Robert Davies is Eve's father.

Huh.

- His company was [Sighs]

is connected to
the reservoir expansion plans.

- How does that work
with your protesting?

- It doesn't.

But I believe in what I'm doing,
and I hope he respects that.

- I'm sorry
if this sounds dumb,

but what do you believe in?

- In our right to say no
to the expansion.

That reservoir displaced
people once already.

My dad was trying to stop it
from happening in the '90s.

Now they want to come back
and do it to us again?

- I met Rhys Owen
at your exhibition.

- He was here?
- Yeah.

I-I didn't know who he was
at the time.

- Did he say anything
about my dad?

- No.

But I have spoken to him since.

He claims
that he didn't kill Llyr.

- Mm, hardly breaking news.
That's what he's always said.

Does my mum know
you're writing about this?

- No, I haven't told her yet.

[Knock on door]

[Drawer opens]
- Rhys?

Rhys?!
[Drawer closes]

- Eve.

- Can I come in?
- Yeah.

Of course.

[Door closes]

- Bryn. How are you?

- Deaf as a post.

- [Loudly] How are you?

- Like a lion.

You?

[Sighs]

I'm sure you've got a lot
of catching up to do.

- I'm sorry if I upset you.

- Don't you ever come
to my house again.

- Things don't have to be
like this, you know.

- You should
never have come back here...

or assumed
that we'd all be okay with that.

- I didn't kill Llyr.

I loved him.
You know I did.

- I don't give a fuck about
your deluded version of events.

Now you stay away from us,

or I'll report you
to the police for harassment.

- I met Mabli.

I saw her work in the college.

She's very talented...

and passionate.

Like her parents.

- Don't you dare.

Ever.

- Don't you threaten me.

Ever.

[Door opens]

[Door slams]

- Well, at least there weren't
any fisticuffs this time.

- Studying going all right?

- I met the reporter
who covered Rhys Owen's trial

for the Western Herald.

- I thought I'd warned you
not to get involved

with all that business.

- I didn't realize
that you were a witness.

- Well, why would you?

- Llyr and Rhys Owen had a fight
in here a couple of days

before the explosion.

- Yes.

It was a shame
to see them like that.

- What was the fight about?

- Oh, I don't know.
That's all I heard,

was, "Your father this,"
and, "Your father that."

- So it was
about Bryn and Alan Owen?

- Of course it was.

Bryn never forgave Alan
for taking that job

on the reservoir.

They could have let it go
for the kids.

No. Bryn...

[Scoffs] He didn't even go
to his brother's funeral.

- Oh, that's so sad.
- Mm.

Right, do you want a pudding?

Because I need to get rid
of a sticky toffee.

- No.
- Okay.

[Grunts]

- Hello.

- Hiya.
- Ah. Hiya.

- I'm making a salad
with Halloumi.

That all right?
- Mmm. Lovely.

Hm.

Want one?

- No, thanks.

[Bottle opens, liquid pours]

I met one of your students
today.

- Oh, yeah? Which one?

- Caryl.

Saw my piece
at the college.

Wanted to ask me a couple
of questions.

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- About your dad?

- About the past.
The reservoir.

She wants to write
about what happened.

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And with Rhys Owen being back,

maybe we can understand
what really happened that night.

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- Understand?

Your dad was killed
30 years ago,

and the man who did it
was lawfully banged up.

What else is there to know?

I don't want
you talking to Caryl again.

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- [Sighs]

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[Birds chirping]

[Door opens, closes]

- Oh.

- You all right?

- I'm late.

- Someone's persuaded
Mrs. Lewis not to sell up.

I've just had a call
from her son.

And she's instructed
her solicitor,

and she won't talk to me.
- Ah.

You win some, you lose some.

- And she will lose.

And all her money
paying for that solicitor.

And for what, eh?
[Sighs]

To cling on to that damp pile
of stones she lives in?

- But she loves
that damp pile of stones.

And she won't lose her money.

Her solicitor is giving her
a reduced rate.

And I'm chipping in.

- Ah.

Why do you love undermining me,
Eve?

- What are you and Dylan
have done is disgusting.

I mean,
ganging up on his mother

to manipulate her
out of her home.

- No, look, look, look,
look, look.

Just- Just come
and look at the bungalow

we've got planned for her.

I mean, it's lovely.
It's got a new kitchen,

rose garden.
I'd live there meself.

- Fine...

if it's your choice.

Not fine
if you've been bullied into it.

- Well, Dylan thinks it's
the best thing for his mother,

and there's no bullying
about it.

So you'll come
and look at the bungalow, yeah?

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[Gulls crying]

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- Without forgiveness,

you'll never really be free.

As the transgressor,

if that forgiveness is
not forthcoming,

if what you've done
is considered unforgivable,

can you try to find peace
in forgiving yourself?

- You just have to accept
that you can't control

what she says about you.

- She just fucking lies.

- No, but right now, you've
got a war going on in your head

about what she's saying
about you,

and you can't do anything about
it, so you just...

just let it go.

- It's not that easy.

- No, it is that easy.

What's going on right now?

- My girlfriend's mum's
saying shit about me.

- No, no.
What are you doing right now?

- Trying to understand why-

- No, no, no, no. No, no.
What are you doing right now?

- [Scoffs]

Sitting here.
- Mm.

- Sitting here talking
to my knobhead counselor.

- How's it feel?
- [Sighs]

[Scoffs]
Fucking hell.

Yeah. It's all right.

- Mm.

- Eve.

- Oh, Caryl.
You sent me an e-mail.

I'm so sorry I didn't get
a chance to get back to you.

I'm always chasing my tail.

- It's okay.
You're busy.

Um, can we talk now?

- I've literally got a minute,
but...

yeah. Shall we, um...

- Yeah. Great.

- [Sighs]

- So I've been thinking about
what you said before.

And if I want to bag
this job at the Herald,

I need to write about something
that I care about.

So I've decided to write
about Nantwen Reservoir.

- Yeah. Mabli did tell me
that you'd spoken to her.

- Yeah. I can't believe
she's your daughter.

I mean, it was her exhibition

that got me started on this, actually.

Really made me realize
that there is a whole history

of- of-
of conflict attached

to Nantwen in '69 and '95,
and I didn't know about it.

I mean, not properly.
This is- is huge.

- So how were you thinking
I could help you?

- Well, obviously...

it's not
just about the reservoir, is it?

Llyr Owen and his family are
an integral part of this story.

And... well, I was wondering
whether you would be willing

to talk to me about him.

- [Sighs, chuckles]

[Clicks tongue]

Look, Caryl, uh...

I don't think
it would be relevant...

or appropriate.

Even if I wasn't one
of your lecturers,

I wouldn't be comfortable
discussing my personal history.

- Yeah. Of course. I get that.
- Yeah, why don't you focus

on the current-day protests?

- Yes,
and I totally want to do that.

But it's like you said before-

The- The past informs
the present, so...

- Yeah. Look at
what's happening now.

That's what people
will care about.

- Yeah, but it-
- Yeah,

well, I'm really sorry,
Caryl,

but, um [Clicks tongue]

I can't help you.

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- Okay.

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[Sighs]

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[Lock disengages]

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[Suspenseful music plays]

- Dad?

Dad?

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Dad?!

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Fuck.

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[Muffled groaning]

[Muffled grunt, cough]

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[Muffled groan]

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- Jesus!

What the hell are you doing, boy?

- What the hell are you doing?

What's all this blood
everywhere?

- You'll give yourself
a heart attack.

- You answer me when I call you.

- Didn't have my hearing aid.

I was pruning the roses
without my spectacles on.

It's a hell of a cut.

- Ah.

Come downstairs.

I can take a proper look at it.

[Sighs]

[Knock on door]

- Hi.
- Hiya.

- I've been thinking a lot
since we spoke.

Can I come in?
- Yeah, yeah. Of course.

- Have you talked any more
to Rhys Owen

about my dad or anything?
- No.

I did try to speak to your mum, though.

- What did she say?

- She wasn't that keen
on discussing the past.

- Sounds about right.

- I-I did manage to speak
to someone

who covered the case in '95.
- Yeah?

- The evidence against Rhys Owen
was pretty strong.

- This looks like one
of Auntie Megan's.

She took a load of the protests.

- Megan Breckon?

- Yeah.

Yeah, she was a photographer.

It was her video of Llyr
I used at the exhibition.

- I did business with Megan
for years.

I had no idea she was
a photographer.

- She gave it all up
after Dad died.

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Look at them together.

I wonder why it went so wrong.

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- You thought someone
had broken in, didn't you?

- No.

It was just odd.

Blood and, uh...

I forgot about the hearing aid.

- You were scared.

You've made a lot of enemies
'round here.

People hate you.

- I could always go back
to Swansea.

Be buggered then, wouldn't you?

Hmm?

On your own.

Like I was in prison.

- What could I have done?

- Showed up!

Written to me.

Helped me appeal.
[Drawer opens]

Anything.
[Drawer slams]

Why didn't you visit me?

I had no one.

Why are you bringing
all this up now?

You're here. We're all right.

- We're not all right!

We're not all right!

I spent 22 years in the prison
for something I didn't do!

And you never once told me
what the fuck happened!

- Because I didn't know!

How could I?

- Come on. With your contacts?

- No one knew anything.

As far as I knew,
you could have been guilty.

- Oh.

Oh, so that's it?
Is it?

You didn't believe me.

- Well...

you weren't
completely innocent, were you?

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Were you?

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[Door opens, closes]

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[Door opens]

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- I wanted to speak
to your mother.

- She wouldn't want you
to be here.

- I know.
[Vehicle approaching]

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- What are you doing here?

- You owe me some answers.

- I owe you nothing.

Mabli, go inside.

And leave
or I'm calling the police.

- Why did you lie to me?

Why did you say those things
in court?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

Mabli. Please.
- I need to know.

- No.
- I need to know.

Now, please.
- Leave or I'm calling.

- Oh, God.

- [Sighs]

- Okay.

It's okay.

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- What did he mean?

Mum?

[Door opens]

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[Clock chiming]

[Door opens, bell dings]

[Door closes]

- Hope you've got
a health and safety certificate.

- Oh. Who am I gonna sue
if I have an accident?

[Chuckles] Myself?
- [Grunts]

- Still got
your butcher's muscles, then?

Thought they'd have wasted away
now you're a student.

- Oh, no.
I still get plenty of exercise.

Don't worry.
- Oh, yeah? Like this, is it?

- No way. I can't handle
the hangovers anymore.

- Oh, you're not the only one.

- I wanted to have a little chat
with you...

about this.

- Uh, where did you get it?

- Uh, Gillian Morris-Jones.
She's a journalist.

- But why have you got it?

- Oh, I'm thinking
about writing a story

about the reservoir
and the town, and, um...

well, Mabli mentioned
that you might have

more photos from this time.

Oh, God.
I'm sorry.

I'm such a rhino,
just barging in here,

talking about your brother
like that.

- No. No, it's fine.

It's just a surprise seeing it,
that's all.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, it's
a really interesting take,

but...
[Knock on door, door opens]

- Oh, sorry.
I could come back later.

- No, no,
we're just wrapping up.

So, um... yeah.
Take a look at the other women

and see if you can give them
that same deeper perspective.

- Okay, thanks.

- Thanks.
- Bye.

- Bye.

Yeah, you know
not to come to my office.

- I'm sorry.
I just had a lecture in an hour.

Wondered if you wanted to do
something after.

- No. I've got students to see.

- You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine.

- Eve, I'm here for you.
- [Sighs]

- If there's anything you need,
I just want to help.

- I don't need help.

I just need everyone
to back off.

- Okay.

- No. I'm sorry.

Please try to understand.

- I'm here if you need me.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

- Shit.

- What was he like, Llyr?

- He was a good person
at heart.

I don't know if you knew,
but Mum died

when we were still at school,

so Dad had to work all hours.

And Llyr was fragile, you know.

Easily influenced by people
with an agenda.

- Like who?

- Bryn and Rhys Owen,
among others.

And when Dad got a job
on the reservoir,

Bryn started dripping poison
into Llyr's ear,

calling his own brother a scab
and a traitor.

And it turned Llyr against him.

But, you know, Dad, he was...

He was just trying
to provide for us.

Killed him in the end.

The doctors blame the drink,
but I blame Bryn.

- It must be hard for you...

seeing them both
in the town still.

- And I blame them both
for Llyr's death.

Rhys might have killed him,

but Bryn made Rhys
the person he is.

Llyr grew up surrounded
by love.

Rhys had nothing but hate.

[Bird squawking]

- Red kite.

- [Chuckles]

[Door opens, Mabli chuckles]

- Do you remember the time
that one landed in the garden?

Oh, no.
You were in prison.

- I've got you a new hearing aid.

- Can't wait to try that one.

- What did you mean
about my mum lying?

[Door closes]
- Does she know you're here?

- No.

- It's not my place to tell.

- Right.

So nobody will.

- Okay, we can talk.

But not here.

Come on.

[Door open, closes]

- Mum?
- [Clears throat]

Mabli asked me
to bring these back.

Where do you want 'em?

- Uh, oh, leave them there.

I'll put them
back in the garage.

- Oh, it's all right.
I can do that.

Oh, um,
she also asked me to ask you

if you had any more
of Llyr.

- Uh, maybe.

Uh, I'll have a look
when I have time.

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[Door closes]

- [Sighs]

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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Hari! Cup of tea!

- Okay!

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- This is
where we used to hang out.

- I used to come here
with my friends.

- Llyr did that.
- Really?

- Yeah.

- I've seen this loads
of times.

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- Maybe you should listen.
You might learn something.

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- Right.
Can we help you?

- Oh, you came!

- [Chuckles]

- Um, so, uh, Rhys, this is Eve.

Eve, Rhys.
- All right?

- Yeah, I know who she is.
What's she doing here?

- Uh... gee.
[Laughs]

- Eve's my girlfriend.

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- Oh. Um, did you do this?

- Yeah.
- Oh, wow.

I love it. Mm.

- I can see him here
like it was yesterday.

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And Eve.

It's true.

This is where we met.

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This is where we fell in love.

- [Scoffs]
No. Bullshit.

- I don't know
why she lied about us then,

and I don't know why she's lying
now, but we were together.

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- No. I have to go.
- Mabli, please.

- Get out of my way.
- I just wanted to answer

your question.

Fuck!

[Breathes deeply]

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- Mm.

[Cellphone dinging]

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[Sighs]

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[Engine shuts off,
vehicle door opens]

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- Hi.

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Uh, I've been thinking
about what you said.

- Oh, yeah?

- Caryl,
I think I've met my daughter.

- What do you mean,
your daughter?

- Mabli.
It was her work

we were looking at
in the exhibition.

- You and Eve.

Oh, no wonder
she didn't want to talk to me.

- You know Eve Davies?

- She's one of my tutors.

- What?
- Is...

Is that why you and Llyr
fell out?

- Fell out?
- Yeah.

You were seen arguing
in the pub.

- No, no, no. Hang on a minute.
- Is that why it ended up

the way that it did?
Because of Eve?

- It was more complicated
than that.

- What was- the argument
or your motive?

- Who told you this?

- I've been talking to a lot
of people.

- Ah.

- I found out a lot about you.
- Hm.

- And the evidence against you.

- From who?

Come on, Caryl.
You know what this town is like.

You've been blamed
and lied about yourself.

Please. You've got to trust me.

- No,
I haven't got to do anything.

And you know what?
I have been lying to people

quite a bit recently, too.

And I don't like it.
I don't like misleading people.

- You need to grow up.
- Excuse me?

- What, did you think
it was gonna be easy?

That you were gonna flip
open your notebook

and everyone would just roll
over and start talking?

No, you've got to prize it
out of them.

- What about the fact that
you could be a brutal killer?

- No, no.
Listen, listen, listen.

Listen, just- just- just
give me a chance, okay?

Okay?

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There was someone else there
that night.

- What?
- Another car.

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- Well, did you tell the police?

- Of course I did.

They said there was no evidence,

but I know what I saw.
- Then appeal.

Force them to reopen the case.

- What, you think I didn't try?

I need new evidence.
Some kind of proof.

- Mnh.
- Please, Caryl.

If you-
If you help me clear my name,

I promise you
I will help you get a story

that no one else could ever get.

The person driving that car
could be Llyr's murderer.

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[Suspenseful music plays]

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[Soft clatter]

- Rhys?

Is that you?

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What the hell?

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