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Dyfan! Hey! Dyfan!
If Madlen Vaughan is convicted of murder, the whole estate
will go to her son, Dyfan.
You're Dyfan's legal guardian, is that right, Mrs Lewis?
What are you accusing me of?
I'm not going back to London until I've got the Reardons.
You owe me Gael.
Do you still love Dad?
Yes.
Does the name Alec Fenton mean anything to you?
Alec Fenton.
And thank you for the text yesterday.
What text?
You'll get a message with instructions.
I'm about to start a murder trial, Gael. A debt's a debt.
Clear it.
It's not a question of regret. I was doing my job.
Yes, hiding the truth.
There were pictures in the post. Photographs.
Nobody... Nobody is to find out about these photographs.
Do you understand me?
Have you been seeing Steve Baldini?
No.
Is there anything you want to tell me?
POUNDING, WOMAN GRUNTS
POUNDING INTENSIFIES
SHE PANTS
SHE GROANS
PHONE RINGS AND VIBRATES
Ow! Uh... Oh, hi, Faith.
Get some coffee down your neck before the briefing, Cerys.
And I've not changed my mind, OK?
Madlen is not to go into the witness box.
Are you sure?
We can't take the risk, Cerys.
Mam, mam! Listen, I'm going to have to go, OK?
I'm going to see you nine o'clock.
Mam! OK, bye-bye. Yes, yes, yes! Rhodri's crying!
It's that rash again. Right, OK. OK! OK.
BABY CRIES
Who you talking to? Hey!
I need you to get up, please. I need to take Rhodri to the hospital.
Arthur will be here in two minutes.
Come on, up! Hey! Mam!
Quick, quick, quick, quick!
Family stuff.
Guess it does sort itself out. Eventually.
Been there.
Cerys, you might need to get an adjournment.
I've got to take Rhodri to AandE.
Just listen, try and keep Madlen cool.
Hang on a minute. What? Come on! Step it up, it's your day.
Oh, I don't believe this!
SHE GROANS
RHODRI CRIES
Faith!
Oh! Hi, Marion. I can't chat.
I-I thought you were supposed to be in court?
Yes, I'm on my way.
Well, I've just been for my routine check-up and...
OK, so listen, what I'm going to do, I'm going to call you later, OK?
Call you later!
Such a cow.
Faith says we shouldn't risk you giving evidence.
She feels very strongly about that.
They'll think I've got something to hide if I don't.
I won't say anything about the photographs.
I wish I hadn't mentioned them.
You'll be on oath, Madlen. It's too risky.
Listen, you'll feel attacked, vulnerable. You'll feel...
SHE SIGHS
Look, Faith's been there, remember?
18 months ago, when they tried to take the kids away?
You won't be able to think straight once the prosecution starts, Madlen.
They will try and trick you into saying all sorts of things
that you don't mean.
I have to prove my innocence.
Innocent people get charged, Madlen.
This is all about proving reasonable doubt.
Faith has made this decision
for a reason, to protect you.
You're not strong, Madlen.
Your health could suffer.
I won't mention the photographs.
You must not, NOT mention the photographs.
The prosecution don't know they exist, so we are safe.
All right, listen, Madlen - and please understand this.
Because you have told us about those photographs,
we cannot ask you anything that might lead you to lie under oath,
so what we have to do is find suspicion elsewhere. Got it?
We've all got to be strong here, for Dyfan,
so that you can go home to the farm and he won't get taken into care.
OK?
OK.
OK.
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
I gave my soul
And although I'm broken
I am still breathing.
No Mrs Howells this morning?
She's got a domestic issue. Nothing serious, I hope. You wish.
What did he say when he took the watch?
ON PHONE: He asked me a lot of questions.
Well, did he caution you? What exactly did he say to you?
He was there for half an hour. I'm really worried.
Just waiting on bloods, Mrs Howells. Sorry you've had to wait.
Hello? Mrs Howells? No, it's fine. Thank you. Hello?
DI Breeze, what other lines of inquiry have you followed
in this investigation?
It's patently obvious that no further lines of inquiry
were needed. And you consider that a thorough approach to police work?
Strikes me as a complete failure. It's a matter of experience.
If you could just answer the question, Detective Inspector.
Did you or did you not pursue any other suspect?
I did not. In a murder investigation.
Unbelievable. Thank you.
He's fine. I could have taken him, mind.
Oh, no, no, no, no! I had to make sure. OK.
Let me see if you're buckled in.
Hey, what... What range was he shot from, Vaughan?
What? The postmortem. What distance was he shot from?
Uh, 40 feet. OK. There you go.
How many... How many shots, then? There you go. Two.
Uh, five inches apart. Right.
I'm so nervous. You'll be fine.
I'm so nervous. You're fine. Go on, it's OK.
It's OK. OK, thank you. It's OK. Thank you.
SHE SIGHS
Right, stop worrying about Rhodri.
Focus on Madlen.
Focus.
Got it.
Do you have any children, Mrs Vaughan?
Yes, one son, Dyfan.
He's ten - just had his birthday.
I wish I could have been there.
We'd planned to go dolphin watching.
So you do things together? As a family?
It's mainly Dyfan and me.
We're very close.
We do lots together after school.
I'm sorry, My Lord. I requested an adjournment till I returned.
Your client was getting agitated.
She wished to proceed to her testimony.
I'll take over. Mm-hm.
Mrs Vaughan, what are Dyfan's interests?
Maths, numbers.
Left me behind years ago.
Just the way his mind works.
The farm, his quad bike, you know.
And flowers.
He and I, we plant rare flowers.
Recently, we planted a type of cyclamen, a beautiful purple colour.
Tom, can I have a word?
Will Vaughan had spent almost five years failing to get permission
to build houses on the 10-acre field, the lower field.
You must have been across this, the more recent ones,
though I'm sure Evan would have dealt with the earlier ones?
Any idea why they failed? Who was making the rejections?
Something of a vendetta with the Parks next door.
Might I have sight of the files, Tom?
Do you have the production order?
Oh, come on, Susan! I'm surprised at you.
My client still has confidentiality despite the fact he's deceased.
I kept calling him.
But there was no answer.
The shotgun was lying on the ground, which...which was unusual,
so I picked it up and I put it into the Ranger.
Take your time, Mrs Vaughan. We need to understand exactly what happened.
Dyfan said that it was strange.
His dad never left things lying around. He was meticulous about...
Dyfan told me to go back to the house
while he went out looking for him on the quad.
I'm sorry, I...
May I sit for a moment?
Of course.
Uh, one hour, members of the jury, please. Back at 2.00.
Thank you, My Lord.
All rise.
How dare you! How dare... How dare, dare, dare you!
She is in no fit state to be up there.
They're going to make mincemeat of her, Cerys. Bloody mincemeat! Can I speak now? Can I speak now?
Yes, OK. I strongly advised her against it. She insisted to the court. You weren't there.
There was nothing I could do! State of you! Oh, fuck, no!
Ooh! I'm surprised you can even see straight. I'm getting pissed standing next to you.
You're a bastard shambles. Faith, you don't get to do this, OK? I'm not your whipping girl.
Go find some other mug to beat up every time you have a bloody domestic.
PHONE RINGS Remind me never, ever, to work for a family firm again.
You're all fucked up. Hello?
So who is the other interested party in Corran Energy?
How long does it take you to find out?
I'm still at court. How close to the verdict are you?
I can't discuss that with you.
You know, I just had a call from that jeweller.
It seems that the gold watch has been taken as evidence.
But more to the point,
how stupid are you to let yourself get followed?
I will sort it out.
You do that.
UNDER BREATH: Fucking idiot.
You weren't at the hospital. You were with Gael. What? Don't lie to me, Faith!
You've been sneaking around as her lackey, and because you're ashamed of yourself, you've used your kids
as an excuse, and now you're angry with me because you hate yourself.
OK.
OK.
I'm sorry I spoke to you like that.
Thank you.
Number two, Rhodri was in the hospital with suspected meningitis,
and I will always put my children first.
Right, my turn to apologise.
Number three?
Gael is still leaning on me.
Knew it. I knew it.
And I can't wait to be free of her shit.
I think I'm going mad.
I th-...
Look.
Look, if I can close this Corran Energy deal,
if I can do just that...
..I will be free of her.
Yesterday, I did lie to you.
I went on some pissy mission for her, right? But I don't...
But today, I was in hospital with Rhodri. I promise.
Cerys, I promise.
I need some fresh air.
And some mouthwash.
Come on, Faith!
Come on, girl.
SHE GROANS
SHE SIGHS
Yeah, well, I suggest you contact the fostering
and adoption people just to get the ball rolling for Dyfan.
Yeah, well, we might as well get ahead,
as we all know what the verdict's going to be.
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'll speak to you later. Yeah, speak to you later. Bye.
Hannah?
Faith.
Trying to hide evidence before I arrive.
There could have been a cheaper way.
Steve, come over.
This is, er, Paddy's brother, Shane Reardon.
Steve Baldini, driver and, er, chief warehouseman.
Pleased to meet you, Steve.
Steve, you're good with electrics.
I want you to check the whole office systems over, OK?
What happened?
A clumsy attempt by my sister-in-law to destroy the office systems.
Steve, will you get on with it?!
Nice to meet ya.
When was the last time you saw your husband that day, Mrs Vaughan?
And please be as accurate as possible.
Uh, 12.30.
About the time you had the cross words you told Mrs Howells about?
You said they were the usual sort of kind, about the farm.
Yes.
"Who is she?"
Those are the words Mr Madog Jones overheard you use.
"She".
Does that sound like a usual sort of conversation about the farm?
Had you perhaps just received evidence that your husband
was having a relationship with another woman?
My Lord, leading the witness.
No. Continue, Counsel.
"Who is she?"
Was this a question you had asked him on any other occasion?
Why on that day in particular?
What had just occurred, Mrs Vaughan, immediately before then,
to compel you to ask that question?
You need to answer the question, Mrs Vaughan.
Had you received a phone call, perhaps?
Or did something arrive in the post?
It was about that time of the day, wasn't it?
Had something arrived in the post that morning that had upset you -
angered you, even?
I overheard him on the phone.
He was having an intimate conversation in the barn.
I decided it was time to challenge him. Challenge him?
On what exactly?
What sort of intimate conversation was he having in the barn?
Was your husband having an affair?
How can anyone be sure?
Are you sure your wife isn't having an affair?
You will need to reply to the question.
You live with someone and you trust them, and then one day...
Mrs Vaughan! I'll have to caution you.
Was your husband having an affair? It's a simple kind of question.
Mrs Vaughan?
OK, I'll make things a little easier for you.
Did you think or suspect that your husband was having an affair?
Yes.
Shit.
Yes.
Getting somewhere.
That would explain you shouting, "Who is she?"
on the morning of the murder.
What sort of man was your husband, Mrs Vaughan?
Disappointed.
In me.
In life.
He felt that I'd let him down,
that my illness had let him down.
But that's the way it was.
Always had been, so... So why would I kill him now?
And if I was going to kill him,
I certainly wouldn't have used the gun.
SHE SOBS Lots...
Lots of marriages are unhappy, and just unfulfilled,
but people don't go round killing each other, do they?
What WOULD you have used, Mrs Vaughan, to kill your husband?
My Lord, he's leading the witness again.
Mr Swancott, we must stick to hard facts.
No further questions, My Lord.
Very well. Mrs Howells, any re-examination?
Don't make things worse.
Make things worse? They can't be any bloody worse.
Mrs Howells? Faith.
Your husband didn't get on very well with his sister, Hannah, did he?
Mrs Howells? A question of legal accuracy, My Lord.
Madlen, what did you know of the family finances?
I knew we were in debt.
Bad debt. Mm.
That's what made him go so dark.
The farm had been in his family for six generations
and he felt responsible.
So Dyfan is the sole heir to the farm.
Uh, my sister-in-law Hannah's also an heir.
And who would be the legal guardian of Dyfan if something was to happen to you?
Hannah. Hannah.
So am I right in thinking that Hannah and her husband
would have legal control of the whole farm?
Yeah. Thank you.
Delyth, I'm waiting for a confidential report
from the Coroner's Office.
I'd like you to bring me the envelope unopened, please.
Oh, and I've got a few of meetings outside the office this afternoon,
if you could just cancel everything.
Is everything all right, Tom?
So you're not going back to the court?
I think it's probably best that Faith and I
maintain our distance for now.
And, Delyth, I know what your silence means.
I fail to see how there can be any reasonable doubt as to the guilt
of the defendant for this violent and brutal murder...
..born of jealousy and revenge.
The prosecution have failed to produce one piece
of incriminating forensic evidence.
They've produced no witnesses to the alleged crime.
They've attempted a risible character assassination,
but look at her.
Do you see a killer?
I see a wronged woman.
I see a loving wife.
I see a loving mother.
While there's no single piece of evidence which proves guilt -
the fingerprints, of course, are circumstantial,
she lived in that house, with that gun -
you may, nevertheless, conclude
that the cumulative effect of all of the evidence is enough
to prove it beyond reasonable doubt.
All rise!
Who have you been talking to?
I don't know why you're making such a fuss, Mrs Howells.
There was no evidence - ergo, no need to disclose.
You should never have put Madlen Vaughan on the stand.
And you should have accepted my offer of manslaughter.
She'd have been out in two and a half years.
Quite a performance you put on.
I can see what Evan was attracted to.
I spoke to Evan.
We had a chat.
An update, "state of play" kind of chat.
When?
A few days ago.
There are some things from Evan's case that are still niggling me.
Things that are not quite resolved.
I don't know what you're talking about.
SHE CLEARS HER THROAT
Well...
When Evan pleaded guilty to the charges,
why didn't he implicate Gael Reardon?
Hm?
Strikes me - as an outsider, I mean -
that you're the one running around, doing quite a bit of mopping up.
Were they having an affair?
Is that it? Why would you think that?
Because you betrayed yourself, Faith.
I was watching you.
SHE SIGHS
My dad's not coming either.
What's the percentage chance that your mum will come?
I'm hopeless at percentages.
Right angles, triangles, I'm up there, but, ugh!
I've been working out the percentage change of my mum not coming
to parents' evening, and it's reached infinity.
Wow!
My big sister got her belly button pierced.
We tag the pigs' ears with a gun.
Wow!
Something's not right.
Something's not right.
And I don't trust Breeze.
DOOR OPENS
I still think it was right thing to do.
I had a chance to defend myself.
Has anyone got any food?
I'll try my luck with the guards.
You OK?
Where were you this morning, Faith?
I'm sorry, Madlen, I had to go to the hospital with Rhodri.
He's, erm...
Listen, listen, listen.
MADLEN SHUDDERS Listen to me.
You didn't have to put yourself through that.
I'm innocent, Faith.
I didn't kill Will. I believe you.
And we're in with a chance.
And I really wished I smoked. THEY LAUGH
It's OK. Just take your time.
What's this?
Erm, I... I managed to get some information on your
biological father.
I knew him a little. Not much.
You must know you do look like him.
That's the, er, coroner's report on Alec's death.
Alec Fenton - death by drowning,
misadventure.
Nobody blames you, Evan. EVAN SIGHS
And I won't allow you to blame yourself.
You were eight.
It's still made me who I am.
It's...
It's marked me, Dad.
Every day...
..I'm ashamed that I didn't do more to save him.
I was so scared.
I battled with that shame and anger.
At least I don't have to hide it from Faith
and the kids every day when I'm in here.
I felt it was the time to confront...
..to explore the truth.
I know I'm not your genetic - sorry, "biological" father...
..but I love you like a son...
..and I always will.
I've missed you so much, Evan.
Quite outnumbered by the girls at the office.
I felt a need to do something, you know?
I do struggle knowing now what you've done, but...
..I appreciate the strain you were under.
And I blame myself.
I retired too early. You weren't ready -
and with Faith on maternity leave...
The last thing I want to see is this family split up.
So I'm working for...
..harmony.
EVAN SOBS
Shane! Get back here.
LORRY BEEPS
REPORTER: I'm here at Pembrey, where police are trying to identify
a body that was found here at the dunes.
Now, so far, a spokesperson has told us that the body
was found wearing a red bomber jacket,
and was discovered by a member of the public on Friday morning.
Since then, forensic teams have been examining the area
where the body has been found, as you can see behind me,
and police are checking lists of missing persons.
But it's not yet been disclosed how the person is believed to have died.
OK? Mm-hmm.
Good.
Arthur, I can't speak now!
Hang on, where are you? We're at the beach.
He's not very well, Arthur. What are you doing? No, it's doing him good.
Doesn't want to be cooped up, does he? Say hello to Mammy.
OK. Look, look, look. I'm going to be straight back after parents' evening tonight,
and we'll have one of your favourite books.
Yeah? One of your favourite stories.
You be a good boy for Arthur, now, OK?
You look lovely in that hat! OK, bye-bye! Bye-bye! Bye-bye!
Madame Chairman,
have you come to a decision that reflects the opinion of you all?
We have.
How do you find the defendant?
Do you find them guilty or not guilty?
Guilty.
SHE SOBS
We will rise, we will fall We will bend, we will break
We will stand on the edge when the earth starts to shake...
Right, I'll be sentencing first thing tomorrow morning.
I'll hear submissions from the defence on the tariff then.
We will fight to the death With our very last breath
We will numb all the pain till we don't feel again and
We will go to the end of it all
End of it all
On and on, it goes, yeah
Water as it flows, yeah
We don't even know when the tide is turning
We don't even know
High above the surface
Floating with no purpose
We don't even know when the waves come crashing
When the waves come crashing
I feel the wind blow
Drowning in the shallows
Holding our breath Keep holding our breath...
HE SIGHS
Let's pick up where we left off.
Why did you come to my house last night?
Obviously, you know that money laundering is a criminal offence
with a minimum penalty of two years.
I'm just not...
Nah, I'm just not convinced that a former soldier
with mental health issues is the best replacement for two parents.
You, um...
You work for Gael Reardon, as a lawyer.
Looking after her properties, I believe.
Occasionally, yes. Yes.
That was my understanding from, um... Delyth, is it?
Yeah, I spoke to her when I came into the office.
You could help me with my investigation...
..into the criminal workings of the Reardon family.
I don't respond well to intimidation.
HE SCOFFS
She's good - the blonde one.
You should trust her more.
Can I see Dyfan? Please. I need to see him.
I'll see what I can do.
Don't let him think I'm a bad person, Faith.
I don't want him with Hannah, OK?
If I can't be there to protect him, it can't be her.
I don't care about the farm.
Don't let them take him away from me! I know, I know, I know!
Fuck!
PHONE RINGS
CERYS: Faith, where are you going? Are you all right?
I just need a minute, OK?
I just need a minute.
OK, want something that'll cheer you up?
I've just come off the phone to a contact
who has info on Corran Energy's finances.
Now she reckons - and she's pretty shit hot on all of this -
that they have reached the limit of their borrowing
and are in urgent need of bailing out.
Cerys, that's illegal.
SHE SNIFFLES
Sorry.
Delyth, would you, er...
Would you go and get a selection of cakes from Mildred's, please?
Um, some chocolate ones would be really nice.
And a lemon one for Alys, please.
Would you mind if I stayed for the meeting?
I'll go after, if that's OK.
Of course, sorry.
Delyth, I'm sorry.
The square of the hypotenuse is what?
Is equal to the sum of the square
on the other two sides.
Ups, there we go! Well done!
Right, let me think of another one. Erm...
Oh, listen. Before I forget, your mam,
she's picking you up from the leisure centre tonight, all right?
Do you think she'll have won?
Don't know. Hard to tell.
When you were in the army, you had to kill people, didn't you?
Oh, that's a bit different, that is. I know, it's just...
Everybody in school is saying stuff, and the murder...
Right, well...
You know, as long as they're talking about it in a thoughtful,
thoughtful way, you know. Not a gossipy one.
Yeah? Do you know what I mean?
That's it.
Ups!
How often do men come to you asking how to hide their money
from wives they're thinking about divorcing?
I'm not here to be cross-examined, Cerys. This is a firm discussion.
Curious.
It's common, yeah.
Could you try and make it as difficult and as embarrassing
as possible for me, Tom?
Were you aware of the potential damage you'd cause this firm
by taking on a case against my counsel?
We've already lost three clients.
When you approached Breeze, was it to uphold justice or simply
"saving face"? Oh. Faith, I think...
Thing is, Tom, I-I really don't care what you think any more.
I really don't. I have just been party to an unforgivable
miscarriage of justice, and I need to find a cave
so that I can just hide, hide away, so that I can
just not face myself or the world.
There's a body in the mortuary with two shotgun wounds.
Yes, there is. There is a body in the morgue
with two gunshot wounds, and my client did not put them there.
The court have ruled... This isn't a press conference. Just stop. PHONE RINGS
Excuse me.
OK, look.
This has been a difficult chapter for all of us.
But that's it. You know, there's no going back, so...
I'll go and see the clients who have obviously lost trust in us. Um...
Let's work together for harmony.
The system is corrupt.
Fucked.
Well, then.
Here you go. OK.
Maybe we should concentrate on Dyfan.
Speak to social services. Maybe fostering's a better option.
Cerys, please.
I just... Uh, I-I-I-I...
I can't speak. I'm just... You need to go home.
Go home. See how Meggie did in her parent's thingy, check in on Rhodri
and then drink ten bottles of wine.
Seriously. OK.
That was Evan on the phone. He's requested an urgent meeting.
It's not visiting hours.
He's asked to see his solicitor.
OK, thank you.
Erm...
Here, here.
That body in the dunes, the red coat.
Am I safe?
Well, the deal was, I never got involved in that part of the business.
Oh, but you were there, Evan.
Well, for the first time,
you're going to have to trust me like I had to trust you.
But for now, yeah, you're safe.
Now I need you to leave.
Listen. I meant what I said last night.
I'm not letting Faith off the hook till she's got me that Corran deal.
Go easy on her.
I'll make good on all my promises when I get out.
All right.
I need you to go. Faith's on her way.
CAR CHIRPS
Tom, I knew I was too late! I'm so sorry.
They didn't have any raspberry.
What? No raspberry?
You're fired. HE LAUGHS
No, it's fine.
I'll take them back to the kids tonight.
But, erm, why don't you have one?
Oh, no. No, no. Go on, take on!
No, I couldn't. No, take one. No!
Take this lemon one. There you are.
I'll have it after I've prepped the file for Faith.
Thank you.
Look, I'm sorry, erm, for my rudeness of late.
Things have been a little overwhelming.
You are wonderful, you know.
Really, really wonderful. Thank you.
They closed ranks, like you said they would.
And I had to take Rhodri to the hospital.
Wait, why didn't you call? Oh, he's fine.
I can't call every time he's... Bloody hell, Faith - hospital!
Hives. He has hives like you do when you're stressed.
And we lost.
No thanks to your dad.
Small town, small minds.
I hate it.
SHE SIGHS
I just want out.
I-I am sorry.
Breeze is back.
Yeah, I heard.
SHE SIGHS
What?
Nothing.
So I was told it was urgent?
I've got good news. Hooray.
No, really.
I've been given early parole.
Oh! Erm...
"That's fantastic, I'm so pleased!"
Mm-hmm.
Wait. How? How has this happened, then?
I was as surprised as you are.
Overcrowding, they've said. Oh.
Well, I'll... I'll tell the children over breakfast.
It's going to be a lovely, lovely surprise for them.
Come on, Faith.
Now that you've got this case out of your hair,
we can concentrate on family time - on us...
..on the girls, on Rhodri.
You know, a big case like that, it could have destroyed you, Faith.
SHE LAUGHS
What did you say? How bloody...!
How dare you say that?
It could have been too much for the family. Mm-hm?
I'm coming home. Ow!
I'm just going to...
I'm going to go.
Oh, shit!
Lisa, before we go in,
will you promise not to be loud or embarrassing?
I'm 41, Megs.
Yeah, but please don't swear.
I know you and Mam swear, but Mrs Kripinski says...
Oh, hang on, hang on, I've got to practise that one.
What's her name again? Mrs What? Mrs Kripinski, it's my form teacher.
Right. OK, got it. She takes me for PE and swimming... Understand.
..and she says she won't tolerate swearing.
How do you and your mam manage, then? Mrs Kripinski's new.
Right, OK. Hang on.
Don't go in, don't go in. Wait a minute.
Open up. SHE SPRAYS
Come on. Where do we go? Nice. Come on.
Who's that, then, babes? My friend, Dyfan.
Who's that with him? It's not his mam, is it?
His mam's in prison. Oh, is that...? Yeah.
You visiting someone or...?
Can we talk? No.
20 minutes together. Just to talk.
Not here.
Megan's been doing really well at all her subjects, working hard,
but we have noticed she's become a bit quiet, a bit withdrawn.
Maybe she could try and participate a bit more in...?
And why do you think that is, then?
How dare you say that when you know what's been going on!
I mean, look at these grades.
Ten. Ten. Top of the class.
Despite all the shit.
I'm sorry, babes, I did say I wasn't going to swear but...
Do you have you any idea what this little girl has been through? Lisa!
I'm sorry, love.
Right, come on, then.
Come on, then.
Who's next, babe? Lovely to meet you. Thank you very much. Thank you.
Come on, babes, let's go. Sorry about that, babes. I didn't mean...
It won't go away, Faith.
I've tried.
Were you following me?
I was following someone else and then you turned up.
Something's going on, Faith.
Gael's been visiting the prison.
Well, two days ago she was visiting the main prison,
then she switched to the open prison.
For how long?
Months. How many months? I don't want to know this.
I don't want to know this.
She's also been receiving letters. Has she?
On prison notepaper?
OK.
OK.
I'm sorry I sent the text.
I should have had the guts to tell you face-to-face.
I love you, Faith.
You see, it's not only him who's imprisoned here, Steve,
because I can't breathe!
I'm in hell!
Because if he had died...
If he had died, at least I'd be able to grieve properly.
I just can't breathe.
I can't breathe...
Thank you.
Thank you for telling me the truth about him. Thank you.
So, I have reworked the business plan, as we discussed.
20K each, I reckon, when the loan's approved.
We're on a roll.
Oh, thanks for the figures on Corran Energy, by the way.
They were a life-saver. My pleasure.
Ooh.
Go on, open it!
Oh, Anya, I can't...
Last night was...
..amazing.
OK, err...
I'm sorry, Let's just be totally straight.
Last night was great, but it didn't mean anything.
Let's just focus on this deal, shall we?
Come on, I'll get us some drinks.
Good job. There we are.
Good job, Megs. Really good. Keep turning, keep turning it.
You dropped it again, Lisa!
Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry.
There's more on the floor than the rack! Come on!
I'm so sorry! Don't worry, we'll make some more. OK.
We'll make some more.
Wahey!
Oh, hiya, Tom!
I can hear the party from the harbour! Hi, Tom! What you doing?
Look, Grandad, we're making fresh pasta.
Oh, that's my favourite. And look, I've got pudding.
Oh, nice! No sign of Faith?
Meetings. Still in meetings. Oh?
Well, she sends these and says for us to keep the lemon one for her.
Hey, I survived my first parents' evening,
managed to not swear at Mrs bloody Kr-r-ripinski once.
Hey, hold on now.
Hello.
Ah, great thank you.
Uh, 'scuse...
He's cheeky, inee?
Should we call it quits?
No hard feelings?
Forget it happened?
Never to be mentioned again?
You will tell Faith, then, will you?
HE GASPS
HE LAUGHS
Please.
Oh, Tom, you make me laugh.
Stick around, kid.
She's a dick.
Having a baby with him after two months.
Do you miss her?
Dad's changed.
It's weird.
Weird, good weird?
Doesn't scare me any more.
You done your physics?
Can I copy it?
Sweet.
Oh, Mam's here.
Angie, do you need a lift anywhere?
No, you're all right. Nice to see you.
Hi, darling.
Her dad used to be a huge criminal.
Stole cars, was involved in drugs.
She's worried she can't trust him any more.
Well, people change, darling.
I feel the same about Dad.
Mam, I don't think I want to see him any more.
KEYS JANGLE
Come here.
OK?
How was your day?
Could've been better.
Come on, let's get you in.
Hiya, babes! All right?
Yeah, you OK? Yeah. Fine. Everything all right?
Yeah, he is fine. Absolutely fine. Yeah.
This one. Top of the class. No! Yeah!
Oh, you're a life-saver, Lis. Thank you very much.
I'm very proud of you!
Guess what, Mammy, guess what. What? What? What?
Daddy's coming home!
Wahey! Woo!
Hey, there's some pasta there for you.
It's not traditionally formed but tastes all right.
Looks lovely, Arthur.
How do you all know this? Evan called.
Right, do you want some white wine, or do you fancy some red?
I found out a couple of hours ago.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, darling.
What with everything, it was, um...
..it's...it's not the right time to tell you...
..but...
..they are releasing Dad a bit early.
In a couple of days.
It's all too much, Mam.
Ssh. I'm not ready.
We're going to make everything all right.
I'm going to make everything all right.
I'm not ready.
I'm not ready. I'm not ready...
Ah...
All right, all right.
End of it all
We will fight to the death with our very last breath
We will numb all the pain till we don't feel again
And we will go to the end of it all
End of it all
On and on it goes, yeah
Water as it flows, yeah
We don't even know when the tide is turning
We don't even know
High above the surface
Floating with no purpose
We don't even know when the waves come crashing
When the waves come crashing
And still the wind blows
Drowning in the shallows
Holding our breath, keep holding our breath
God knows, we've got nothing left
All the shame colliding
All the pain comes sliding
Holding our breath, keep holding our breath
God knows, we've got nothing left
We will crawl through the rubble and the dust
To find pieces of the past that we left behind
Pray for the rain, for the rain
Heaven knows it'll fall again
On and on it goes, yeah
Water as it flows, yeah
We don't even know when the tide is turning
We don't even know
And still the wind blows...
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