Original subtitles

‐ Today should be fun.

ALL: Hey!

LEONA: Let's give this place a makeover.

ANGELA: Rhys, come on. [explosion]

HARRIET: It was a gas explosion?

LEONA: [screams]

‐ But we hadn't connected our gas supply.

I'm going to make a statement saying what we know.

‐ That this was done cheap as chips.

She was there because it was yours,

and so was everyone else.

‐ An explosion has to be triggered by something.

HARRIET: I can't work out if we're responsible for this.

[tense music]

[music fades]

[radio chatter]

[crow calls]

[camera shutter snapping, indistinct chatter]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

ANGELA: If you want a chair, I don't have another.

You'll have to sit on the ground.

‐ Are you talking to me?

‐ I haven't got a seat for you, love.

DEBBIE: I don't want a seat.

Why are you writing everything down?

ANGELA: Police.

The ones who were there when we were being questioned.

They're doing an examination of the site.

Part of the report.

They search your house? ‐ Yes.

‐ They turned Mia's room upside down.

Why was she on the site?

What do you think she wanted there?

Cause criminal damage?

I think they're setting up to blame it on our kids.

So, if we've records...

I'm also recording it.

It's Bluetooth.

What'd your lawyer say you're gonna get?

For your fatal accident claim.

I'm gonna be offered 15 grand, he says.

Useless bugger.

[wood clatters]

Does that seem right?

It doesn't seem right to me.

‐ No.

ANGELA: Leona's gonna get more, of course,

because she lived...

and she needs the care.

And that's‐‐that's fine.

So I'm here making sure that someone...

Making sure someone takes responsibility for...

Making sure that someone takes responsibility for it all.

[tool tapping]

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut]

♪ ♪

‐ [grunts]

‐ It's good that you're doing this.

♪ ♪

REPORTER: The question is, how could this happen

in what we still believe to be a developed country?

First Grenfell, now this.

[upbeat rock music playing over radio]

[music stops]

If you're not better behaved, I'll sing,

and no one wants that.

[engine turns over]

‐ She won't want to see me.

‐ Of course she will.

[wheels clattering]

‐ Hi.

Have you got 20p for...

‐ Yeah, there you go.

Oh, ta.

‐ Oh, you're the mother.

‐ I'm "the mother"? Whose mother?

I'm not your mother.

Unless you're a lot younger than I thought,

and I'm a lot older

and that trip to Bristol Zoo with Ben Jenkins

was more memorable than even I remember.

He was a looker, that Ben Jenkins.

‐ Was quite a speech you made.

Very powerful.

‐ Oh.

That mother.

‐ What did you mean by that?

"This is your site. You did this."

‐ Who are you visiting in the hospital?

‐ You said the site was as cheap as chips.

Love to know why.

‐ I'm here with my husband

visiting my seriously ill daughter.

Do you really think this is an appropriate place for journalism?

‐ Uh, not actually a journalist.

WHITTAKER: Her progress is less rapid

than we'd have hoped it might be.

‐ Will she walk again?

‐ I suspect not.

‐ But she'll talk again?

I mean...

is she brain damaged?

‐ All signs still point to a full brain recovery,

but that organ is most mysterious.

The second thing we need to discuss is the police.

They're adamant they need to talk to her,

and there are fewer and fewer reasons

to prevent them from doing so.

‐ You just said she might be brain damaged.

WHITTAKER: She can still give some answers.

Please.

POLLY: [sighs]

[distant phone rings]

Do you think this is as good as she's gonna get?

‐ No, I didn't say that.

‐ 'Cause you've been waiting for progress

and now there isn't any.

You might as well let the police talk to her.

‐ Because it's your father's birthday

and he wants you to.

TIM: Frank's in your office.

Um, Harriet.

HARRIET: Because maybe you're at an age

where you can understand a complication.

‐ You've visitors.

‐ Gotta go.

‐ Morning.

‐ I've walked into the wrong office.

Frank, who are your friends?

‐ This is George and Laura,

our lawyers.

‐ Aha. This is a hijacking.

Hello, George. GEORGE: Pleasure.

‐ Laura. ‐ Hi.

Eh‐‐oh.

So, Harriet, you're a senior vice president

for development control, and as such,

you were running a number of sites for Kallbridge.

‐ I believe I still am.

LAURA: Sorry. Legalese, I'm afraid.

We're referring to your position when events occurred.

‐ Fine.

‐ Eh, we've been able to map movements of the children

through the development complex.

They entered here

and traveled towards the basement, where...

You can see they're very close to the equipment.

We don't have a shot of them doing anything,

but we also don't have full coverage of the room.

‐ So it was them. This proves it was them.

‐ It proves questions of liability are complicated.

Like I say, we don't have full coverage,

so we haven't been able to definitively state what caused ignition.

We believe a cigarette.

But the blast was caused by a significant number

of oxygen and acetylene canisters

stacked contrary to regulation in a basement.

GEORGE: Which leaves us with three problems:

one, security arrangements.

A group of minors in the building

for that amount of time without being spotted and stopped.

Two: the problem of these canisters.

Clear breach of health and safety.

And three: the rate of collapse of the building,

which is something we don't yet understand.

Our level of culpability could be a concern.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

‐ Debbie, I was shouting for you.

You couldn't‐‐ oh, Jesus, I'm not a runner.

Well, there's a meeting now.

Yeah, you're coming.

[dog barking]

[indistinct chatter]

ANGELA: I, um...

I've had every single charity there is

offering to pay for our funerals.

‐ We gotta do it ourselves.

ANGELA: Newspapers, too.

For a‐‐a "subtle exclusive."

By which they mean‐‐

they mean pictures at the gravesite.

‐ Jesus.

ANGELA: And it's made me realize

the power of them,

the statement of them.

So I think we need to do them.

Together.

‐ "Together"? ANGELA: Yes, Greta.

It's the best way of getting attention.

Now, the trouble is, which priest or such does it?

Do we do lots?

‐ We're not doing f‐frickin' lots.

ANGELA: We've gotta decide.

‐ I haven't had‐‐ I haven't had time to think this through.

‐ Polly, tell her this is a good idea.

‐ It's a really good idea.

‐ See?

Even Debbie says so.

‐ My daughter needs to be buried

at Welsh Presbyterian...

‐ I know.

‐ And I need our minister to do the service.

‐ [sniffles] ANGELA: Polly, help here.

‐ How many religions are we talking about?

‐ We've got Welsh Presbyterian,

uh, we got Catholic...

Got Anglican, and that's it.

‐ Then you need multiple people to do the service, don't you?

That's possible?

‐ Greta...

This is your funeral, yeah?

I keep finding her hair everywhere.

When I'm hoovering or cleaning the shower.

She molted, that girl.

I just used to...

I...

We need to be loud. Do you understand?

They've killed our children,

and we need to be loud

until they tell us who is responsible

for this mess!

Who?

♪ ♪

[keys clicking]

♪ ♪

[door clicks shut]

TIM: Got it.

Official complaint.

‐ Who's complaining?

‐ Our health and safety leader

to one Alan Kethin.

[stammers] A foreman‐‐

self‐employed foreman on the site.

"Please be sure not to be storing gas canisters

"on company property, particularly grouped like that.

"Gas‐‐indeed any canister‐‐

should be stored in"‐‐ blah, blah, blah.

‐ Do the police have this?

‐ They will do, but we should use it first.

We need to change the narrative.

‐ If you're talking a leak, it'll be traced back to us.

‐ You know, don't you?

That this company are setting to throw you to the wolves.

They are lining you up, and you know it.

[suspenseful music]

He wasn't doing his job.

You were doing yours.

♪ ♪

Don't dismiss this.

Please.

‐ No.

No.

♪ ♪

No leaks.

Smears are always ugly.

♪ ♪

HENDRICKS: I just need a few minutes.

‐ What are you watching?

There's some police here who want to talk to you.

I'm here the entire time, okay?

Any time you want to stop, just‐‐

just say so.

‐ Hello, Leona.

I'm D. S. Hendricks, but you can call me Anne, okay?

‐ She'll not be calling you anything.

She can't speak.

HENDRICKS: I know you're still not at your best,

so we're gonna keep this nice and short

and to the point.

Firstly...

Why did you enter the facility?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

ROBOTIC VOICE: Fun.

♪ ♪

And what did you intend to do inside?

♪ ♪

How did you enter the property?

♪ ♪

[keys clicking]

ROBOTIC VOICE: Climb fence.

♪ ♪

‐ This fence?

Here?

What can you tell me about what you did inside?

♪ ♪

ROBOTIC VOICE: Mess.

♪ ♪

HENDRICKS: You found your way to the basement,

where you found a lot of equipment.

What did you do to that equipment?

‐ She's had enough.

♪ ♪

‐ I just need some help here, Leona.

Can you help me?

What were you doing?

♪ ♪

[lighter flicks]

[static crackles]

[spray can rattles]

We have footage from the scene.

I just need your version of events.

‐ She's had enough.

‐ Sure.

Thank you for trying, Leona.

POLLY: So will you charge her?

What happens now? Will you charge her?

‐ I'm just asking questions.

‐ She can't stand up,

but are you gonna arrest her?

‐ No, of course we're not, no. ‐ 'Cause I don't know.

I don't understand what's happening, and if you don't tell me, then‐‐

‐ Look, we and the HSC are doing our best to untangle‐‐

‐ A‐aren't we supposed to be the victims here?

Aren't you supposed to be helping us

and telling us what happened?

‐ Go back in to your daughter, Polly.

[dog barking] [birds chirping]

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

REPORTER: Debbie! Debbie!

[overlapping chatter]

Hey, did he kill those kids?

REPORTER: How do you feel about this, Debbie?

Did he share the emails with you, Debbie?

Debbie, any information... [voices fade]

[no audible dialogue]

♪ ♪

[door closes]

‐ What did you do?

‐ I did what you couldn't.

‐ I didn't want this.

‐ Of course you did. ‐ No.

This is wrong.

‐ This is necessary.

You don't know how it works now.

How quickly you'd be thrown to the sharks.

‐ "I don't know how it works now"?

Am I that old?

‐ You're perfect...

and you know you are.

‐ And you just made a disgrace of yourself.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[door opens, slams]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

PHIL: Sometimes, what makes things easiest

is to decide on the wood first

and then on the design.

And at least we don't have the problem of matching the others.

Angela has a military funeral in mind, I think.

‐ Why don't I have to worry about the others?

‐ Because the children...

They're just burying the children together now.

I thought you knew.

♪ ♪

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

‐ He not good enough?

He not good enough to be buried with the others?

He not good enough for you?

‐ Oh, get off me!

I am mourning my child!

‐ He died too!

And you don't know what happened,

and he died too!

‐ [grunts]

You're a disgrace to this town!

You and that husband of yours!

Blood on his hands!

He has blood on his hands!

♪ ♪

[baby crying distantly]

♪ ♪

HARRIET: They'll see through that.

FRANK: Which element?

‐ You know what I'm saying. The girl in the chair.

FRANK: Well, she happens to be a very fine lawyer.

‐ She happens to be us trying to look like we care about disabled people.

FRANK: [sighs] It was useful, that leak.

Very useful.

‐ Sure.

‐ I mean, whoever got that out there...

Officially, I've launched an investigation,

but unofficially...

‐ It wasn't me.

‐ You should never have gone down there.

[door knocker rapping]

[knocking at door]

‐ Not now, Debbie.

‐ You know what they've said.

‐ I do. DEBBIE: He didn't.

He couldn't. ‐ He did, though.

‐ He wouldn't have put them in danger.

[sniffles] No, you have to listen to me.

He went into the building.

He went after those kids.

‐ 'Cause he knew what he was responsible for.

She looks at me, and there's hell in her eyes.

Do you understand?

She's screaming at me all the time.

I can see it, and I can't help her.

I can't make her feel better.

All I can do is wipe her dribble away from her chin.

I like you, but I can't give him penance.

DEBBIE: He was a good man!

[somber music]

[knocking on door]

He was a good man!

He was a good man.

♪ ♪

[mournful, oppressive music]

♪ ♪

[phone clicks]

♪ ♪

[phone clicks]

♪ ♪

‐ Are you still awake?

[water running]

[water stops running]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

‐ [grunts]

‐ Take your clothes off.

[lamp switch clicks]

Take your clothes off.

Turn around.

I'm gonna give you a massage.

‐ What have you been drinking?

IWAN: Gonna massage your shoulders

and then put my hands around the front of you

and massage your tits.

And then I'm gonna massage your ass...

massage your asshole...

and I'm gonna tell you that you're‐‐

[grunts]

‐ Oh.

Fucking hell.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[muffled thud]

[door opens]

Come on. You're still breathing.

IWAN: Hmm? POLLY: Come on.

‐ Oh. [grunting]

POLLY: Okay?

‐ Not really. POLLY: I know.

‐ [exhales sharply] POLLY: Hold this to your head.

‐ Oh... [sighs]

Ow.

What did I do?

‐ Oh, it's best you not know.

It won't fill you with pride.

‐ You put a dressing gown on?

‐ Who were you drinking with?

‐ [sighs]

Everyone.

See the news?

Caught the guy.

They caught Alan Kethin.

POLLY: I know.

‐ Never liked him. Too good for a pint.

‐ Oh.

And you are relieved that they caught someone.

Meant you weren't responsible. ‐ No.

POLLY: Oh, you've been terrified the buck would stop with you.

You were relieved.

‐ Why would I be?

Is my head bleeding?

‐ No.

‐ It feels wet.

‐ It's just the ice melting on the peas.

‐ Oh.

Hate peas.

‐ You quite like them.

‐ Never get enough on your fork.

[both laughing]

Oh.

Oh, it hurts.

POLLY: It'll hurt worse in the morning.

‐ [sniffles]

Take your dressing gown off.

‐ No.

‐ Take everything off. ‐ No.

‐ Please?

‐ I know how frightened you are, Iwan.

I can see how it's damaging you.

‐ [sighs]

I hate your mouth.

‐ Well, like it or not,

I'm the only help you've got.

‐ Gives away your age.

‐ I'm not sure you've got the mouth of my dreams, darling

Or anyone's. ‐ Whatever you think I am‐‐

‐ Oh, I know what you are. I know.

I know, and I'm trying to help you.

‐ No, you don't know me!

POLLY: [whispering] I do.

Oh, I do.

I know when you're even the tiniest bit sad,

the tiniest bit happy.

I know when you want to fuck me, hit me,

and when you need to hug me.

I can read you.

And what's more stupid as it makes me‐‐

I love you for what you are.

I don't love you for hurting me, but I love you.

I love you.

Tell me what you're scared of. Do you know something?

Are you helping someone hide something?

‐ I'm never gonna hurt you again.

‐ 'Course you fucking will.

[sighs]

Do you know something?

‐ I hate your body.

I hate your ass. ‐ I hate it too.

Tell me what you know.

You can't say? You won't?

You can't say or you won't?

‐ I didn't do anything wrong.

‐ Do you know this is our daughter?

Whatever you know, you say. You understand?

‐ I don't know anything.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

‐ Do you remember when you were courting me?

‐ [chuckles]

Your dad.

POLLY: My dad told you if you weren't able to keep it in your pants

he'd cut it off.

IWAN: [laughing] I liked him.

I've still got my shoes on.

[grunting]

‐ I don't think he knew what you were doing to me.

‐ [grunts]

‐ It'd break my heart if he did.

‐ [exhales sharply]

‐ At least it wasn't so obvious then.

‐ [grunts]

‐ But he did. He did love you.

And my father was a great man,

so his love, it means something.

You understand?

‐ My dad ran this town.

My father was the best thing ever happened to that plant...

this town.

My dad.

And yet, it's you who always talks of yours.

‐ We're not gonna get into a competition

over who was a greater dad, Iwan.

There is a bit of blood. ‐ Oh, shit.

Ooh, I hate blood.

[sniffles]

[tense music]

Will she be okay?

‐ Yes.

‐ Doctors don't think so.

[sniffles] ‐ Well, they're wrong.

♪ ♪

‐ I love her and I love you.

♪ ♪

And I did nothing wrong.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna prove to you I can be better.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna be a good man now.

♪ ♪

[water dripping]

♪ ♪

[muffled ringing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

‐ [groans]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

[bell rings]

‐ What have you done to your arm?

‐ Cooking accident. ‐ Does a doctor need to see it?

‐ No.

‐ D'you know, I am parched. Would you make me a tea?

‐ Sorry?

‐ Invite me in, Debbie.

DEBBIE: It's a mess.

I haven't tidied.

POLLY: No, you really haven't, have you?

‐ Sorry?

‐ Then let's start with that, shall we?

Where's your Marigolds, love?

‐ Under the sink. POLLY: Good.

Well, put on the radio.

For me, not for you.

Ooh.

Oh.

I love this.

[Martha and the Muffins' "Echo Beach" playing on radio]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

♪ Da‐da‐da‐da‐da‐da ♪

♪ ♪

[humming]

♪ I know it's out of fashion ♪

♪ And a trifle uncool ♪

♪ ♪

♪ But I can't help it ♪

♪ I'm a romantic fool ♪

♪ It's a habit of mine ♪

♪ To watch the sun go down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ On Echo Beach ♪

SINGER: ♪ I watch the sun go ♪ BOTH: ♪ Down ♪

♪ ♪

♪ From 9:00 to 5:00 I have to spend my time at work ♪

‐ [laughing]

BOTH: ♪ My job is very boring ♪

♪ I'm an office clerk ♪

♪ The only thing that helps me pass the time away ♪

♪ Is knowing I'll be back at Echo Beach someday ♪

‐ Oh!

Me an Angela had a dance routine

involving blue scarves and hair spray.

We ruled the school disco.

‐ God, I can believe.

‐ Though...

pray for the kid who got in the way of Angela's spins.

Oh.

[music stops]

She always was a bit of a bully,

is the point I'm making.

And I...

always, always...

Would be standing just behind her, mostly...

To my shame.

‐ So you don't think he did it?

‐ I just don't think I should blame you.

‐ You have to look at me first to have this conversation.

‐ You know what I married, right?

Everyone knows.

Everyone votes for him, but everyone knows.

They can see what he does, right?

‐ Right.

POLLY: So...

Now you know what you married.

But this is about us now.

That's what I realized. This is about us.

Come to the funeral.

I know he can't...

but you should be there.

‐ I can't.

‐ You can...

and you'll stand by me as you do.

Now, do we need to see a doctor about your arm?

‐ Probably.

‐ Stop that.

Please stop that.

‐ I want you to forgive me.

‐ This is not the way.

This is not the way. ‐ Shush.

‐ [snorts]

[laughing]

Did you just shush me?

Are you shushing me?

I will kick you in the head.

‐ Then kick me in the head.

[doorbell buzzing]

Press? ‐ No, it's Bertie.

You can't be here.

‐ What?

‐ Stay here. Don't make a sound.

‐ Bertie? Bertie likes me.

‐ She likes you as my assistant.

Shush.

[buzzing continues]

Hey. ‐ Hi.

Went to see Dad. He was an ass.

HARRIET: Of course he was.

‐ He's worried about you.

Kept talking about you,

about all the things you're going through and how hard this must be.

Meanwhile, his 34‐year‐old girlfriend's making us fajitas.

‐ Fajitas?

‐ Mum, I'm being serious.

I hate being there.

HARRIET: Well, I'm being serious too.

I once spiced his pork chop,

and he asked me what was wrong with it.

‐ You look tired.

‐ I'm fine.

‐ Mum, all this being said about you cutting corners,

I just want to say‐‐

‐ You don't need to worry about me.

I'm fine.

[grunts]

‐ He asked...

He asked whether it was your fault.

‐ Did he?

And what did you say?

‐ I said, "How the hell can I know?"

‐ You didn't say, "Of course it wouldn't be."

"Of course Mum wouldn't do something terrible like that."

BERTIE: Mum, I‐‐I'm sorry... ‐ Shh.

BERTIE: I don't really know what's going on and it's...

‐ You did fine.

[window whirrs]

POLLY: Hello.

‐ Oh. [laughs]

‐ They let you out?

‐ Got time off for good behavior.

‐ Oh. [both laugh]

Where are you going? Train station?

Get in. I'll give you a lift.

‐ Oh, I'm okay.

I'll, uh‐‐I'll make my own way.

‐ Get in the car, Martin.

[door opens]

Good. Where to?

‐ [grunts] Um...

Train station's fine.

‐ What train are you hoping to catch?

Oh, fuck.

You're homeless.

‐ I prefer to think of myself

as a sort of, um...

I mean, my stuff was in the site.

POLLY: You were squatting.

‐ It rained the night before is all.

And I've told the police.

I haven't kept anything from them.

‐ You were living there?

‐ Alan knew.

He was a kind guy.

‐ Good. Well, that makes it easy, then.

We're looking for a lodger.

‐ [laughs]

[scoffs] No.

‐ You don't know what we're gonna charge you yet.

‐ [laughs]

I like my life the way I have it.

POLLY: The cost is my daughter's life.

I need you to save daughter's life.

Oh.

You've already done that.

You'll have to stay.

‐ I don't want pity.

‐ Good, because I'm all out of it.

[engine turns over]

[pensive, tense music]

[bird calling]

[door clicks open]

[door slams]

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

[door clicks open]

[distant phone rings]

‐ Oh, yes. You wanted to see me.

How can I help?

‐ I‐‐I thought you'd have a lawyer present.

‐ I've nothing to hide.

‐ Talk to me about the value engineering

on this project.

‐ Excuse me?

HENDRICKS: I believe you call it "value engineering."

The process by which costs are shaved

between the building being granted permission and now.

‐ Any value engineering was done within our contractual bounds.

HENDRICKS: Is that true?

Then why is the steel not to specification?

‐ I'm sorry?

HENDRICKS The health and safety executive

carried out tests on steel recovered from the site

and learned that it was not of right‐‐

correct me if I'm saying this wrong‐‐

"tensile strength."

Why?

‐ May I see your findings?

[paper rustles]

There's too much detail here to respond to.

I'll need to, um‐‐

HENDRICKS: Did you ask your steel supplier for a discount?

Did you ask for money off?

‐ That's standard business practice.

‐ Would it surprise you to know you asked for 30%?

‐ The build was not going well.

I needed to find tightenings.

I expected my partners to find tightenings.

But at no point did I say,

"Supply me with lesser‐value steel."

‐ You simply expected them

to find the 30% reduction from...?

‐ Elsewhere in their business model, yes.

I would never have endangered safety.

[tense music]

May I investigate this?

HENDRICKS: Of course.

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

PHILIP: Hello again.

We, um‐‐

‐ I think I was pretty clear telling you to fuck off.

‐ I'm not press.

I‐‐I'm just here to offer my assistance.

‐ For what?

‐ [scoffs] For this mess.

‐ Oh.

Oh, you're a lawyer.

‐ Ah.

They've allocated you some no‐name piece of shit,

am I right?

Enough to get the measly compensation payments,

but not enough to find out the truth.

‐ What truth?

‐ The truth of what happened to your kids that day.

‐ If you're an ambulance chaser,

we haven't got any money.

PHILIP: You don't need money.

Not yet, anyway.

Not till we see where the truth is.

The police aren't gonna pursue it.

No one's going to jail for this.

‐ How do you know?

PHILIP: 1966, Aberfan.

116 children, 28 adults.

No charges, no convictions.

1972, Battersea Big Dipper.

Five deaths.

Two charges of manslaughter brought.

No convictions.

1981, Stardust fire.

48 deaths. No charges; no convictions.

1985, Bradford City stadium fire.

56 deaths.

No charges; no convictions.

1987, Zeebrugge ferry sinking.

193 deaths.

Seven people charged with negligence

and the company were charged with corporate manslaughter.

No convictions.

Heard of any of these?

‐ Not all of them, but some.

PHILIP: '88, Piper Alpha.

167 deaths.

No charges; no convictions.

1989, Marchioness disaster

51 killed.

One charge brought, but‐‐oh, no, you guessed it‐‐

no conviction.

2004, Stockline explosion.

Nine killed. Four charges.

No convictions.

And that's not mentioning Grenfell,

which is still open, but is anyone gonna go to jail?

I doubt it.

‐ You got all that on top of your head?

PHILIP: It's something of a passion of mine.

And then comes your case: Glyngolau.

Nine deaths.

But illegal entry...

and complications over the actions

of an independent contractor...

[sucks teeth] If I was a betting man,

best you can hope for?

HSE charges for building code violations

that'll at most involve a fine.

‐ But that's‐‐ ‐ Wrong.

Yes.

The way it always goes?

Also yes.

‐ Why should we trust you? PHILIP: You shouldn't.

But why not use me

whilst I'm offering free advice?

You are fighting people with very deep pockets.

Multinationals and insurance companies.

They're gonna line up everything against you.

You're gonna have very little to fight back with.

You need me.

Well...

That's all I had to say.

Oh.

One more thing.

If you are getting legal advice,

make sure you look in the right places.

Those kids were alive after the explosion.

The thing that cost them their lives

was the building collapse.

A building shouldn't collapse like that.

That's the story here.

[bell tolling]

[footsteps echoing strangely]

SINGER: [singing in Welsh]

ALL: [singing in Welsh]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

KEN: The purpose of this inquest is fact‐finding.

‐ Everything was done thoroughly and by the book.

ANGELA: There was something about him.

‐ Your Iwan. POLLY: No, There's nothing, Ange.

‐ Makes you feel guilty, these things,

without you actually being guilty.

‐ Harriet?

Why are you calling Iwan?

FRANK: If you don't do this,

we're gonna pin the whole thing on you.

‐ And when they come for me?

What then?

‐ Where do you stand, Polly?

‐ You're asking me to risk my marriage.

ANGELA: Some marriage.

POLLY: It's all I've got.

♪ ♪