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- [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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[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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