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Are you prepared to ensure that
your three children will have

no contact with Mr Baldini
for the foreseeable future?

Right, I love you, bye-bye!
Bye-bye, darling! Behave. Bye-bye!

Madlen Vaughan, I am charging you
with the murder of your husband,

William Andras Vaughan.

What's your endgame, here?

I understand that, um,
your firm acts for Corran Energy?

Yes. Now, you get me the right deal,
and we'll call it quits.

There's my dad now.

You're not to defend Madlen Vaughan.
What? You being serious? Yes.

Faith, you've never
done a murder case.

Well, then, let this be the first.

She's innocent.

Faith, why aren't you helping me?

Faith, please!

Someone likes you.

You're being transferred tomorrow.

How's your missus, by the way?

DOOR SHUTS

HE SIGHS

Come on, it's not that
bad, Rhods, come on.

I think he's got that rash again.
Come on... What? Where?

On his tummy. Really?
Let's have a look.

Let's have a look at you.
Go get your stuff together, darling.

Pack your bag and don't forget
your new trainers, OK? Alys!

No...you look fine!

You'll be all right. You'll live.

Go on, go on, go play.

Boys. They're so different,
aren't they?

Right, Arthur can deal with that.
Two minutes, everybody!

Alys Howells!

Why isn't Arthur taking us?

Because his boat was sinking.
He'll be there at pick-up and...

Whoa!

Detention all lunch time. That's
what Mrs Cottrell said, wasn't it?

Your point? Alys, be nice.

Hey, I saw that, I saw that!
Out, please.

Keys? Keys! On the table,
my little angel, on the table.

Come on, out we go!
Let's have you as well, is it?

And don't forget your coats!

Please tell me it's
not too early for a gin.

OK? All happy?

Seat belt, please.

Funny way of showing it.

Oh!

Right, let's go.

Are you going to pick me up tonight?

Oh, you'll have to walk,
I'm sorry, love.

I can't get off early every day.

All right? See you later.

Bye, Alys. I could
go back to Alys'.

Arthur doesn't mind me
hanging out with them.

OK.

Text me and let me
know what you're up to.

Thanks, Dad.

She's not in yet, Mrs Vaughan.

PHONE: I can take a message.
I'll put you on to Mr Howells. Uh...

..Tom?

Mrs Vaughan.

Hello. Tom Howells.

I'm sorry, Mrs Vaughan.

There really isn't anything
we can do.

I suggest maybe you should con...

Madlen? It's Faith.

PHONE: What's happened? They
want me to plead guilty, Faith.

Who? Your lawyers?
I got rid of them.

The trial's on Monday.

Faith...

..you're the only one that I trust.
Please.

I'm running out of credit, Faith.

We'll do it, Mrs Vaughan.
We had an agreement.

Six weeks ago. Things have changed.
She's been let down twice now.

No-one deserves that.
So Faith and I will handle the case.

Well, you can't. You're too busy.
And your best argument?

I can rearrange the diary.
It's two against one, Tom.

Phone Thompson and Green.
I'm going to need her file.

Hurry up, Cer. Right,
let's get those papers.

Thank you, Delyth.

I don't believe this.
This is a murder case.

They don't know what they're doing.

Evan would never let this happen.

# I gave my heart

# All I did

# I gave my heart

# And although it's lost

# It is still beating

# And I gave my home

# It's all I did

# I gave my soul

# And although I'm broken

# I am still breathing. #

Thank you. But, why?

I've been locked in my office
drafting leases for three weeks.

My fantasy life was
starting to scare me.

OK, you grab the files.

Thank you.

OK, it's all here.

Fingerprints. Ballistics.

Madog Jones, he's a farm worker.

They're so impetuous.

They're just high street
solicitor advocates, not QCs.

I wouldn't dream of taking
a case like that on.

Evan managed it.

And won.

Hey. Are you all right?

Oh, come on. You're all right.

Come sit down. Sit down.

Come sit down.

Thank you.

I was starting to think
I'd never see Dyfan again.

Is he still with his auntie?

They wouldn't believe me, Faith.

Just kept staring at me
like I was a barefaced liar.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry about this.

Shall we, eh, get on? Mm-hm.

So, the case against you
is not strong.

Your story tallies with all the
evidence, and as far as we can tell

the police have gone to no effort
whatsoever to look for anyone else.

Now that's where you can help us.

We can create reasonable doubt
but what we need is, eh...

..is an idea of who else
might have had a motive.

The field going down to
the river Now...now Will,

he wanted to build houses
on there, right?

And if he'd got planning that would
have solved all your problems, yes?

If. Well, yeah, according to these

the farm's account
were frozen for months.

Blimey!

90 grand in the red.

Where was the money coming from?

You weren't starving, Madlen.

Will must have been
borrowing from someone.

Eh...

You never discussed it?

I stopped trying.

I wasn't feeling well.

They think I've got MS.

Oh, God, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Put me on some tablets.

I should have left him years ago.

People stay, don't they,
when they shouldn't?

Especially when there's kids.

Do you think I'm a coward?
No, I don't.

Don't worry.

Come on,
let's get this sorted. Yeah.

I'd have gone through the books.
Well, maybe he didn't let her.

Helpless, innocent -
I've had easier defences.

90 grand, though, come on.

What? Oh!

An e-mail from the prosecution.

They want to add a new witness.
And guess who?

Clue? Somebody who likes
the company of women half his age.

Nearly every man over 40.
Who happens to be my best friend.

Tom? Yes. Ah!

Tom!

Mind games. Smart move.
Shit, bollocks! I'm sorry.

Prosecution witness, Tom.

I had no choice.

When did they approach you?

You didn't go to them.
Will Vaughan was my client.

I'd known him from a boy.
Wow, Tom.

Low blow, Tom.

Well, at least I now know
who I'm dealing with.

A man who would rather risk
an innocent woman go to prison

than a stain on his precious
bloody reputation.

All right. Bit of perspective.

Tom was his solicitor.
You'd have done the same.

How, how am I meant to cross-examine
my father-in-law, Cerys?

How am I meant to do this?

This is it. This is your moment.
This is our moment.

Your transfer here cost me
a good deal of capital.

And I'm very grateful.

Your wife is still meeting
with Gael Reardon.

The Reardons want to buy a
company called Corran Energy.

Old clients of the firm
going back to the '80s.

It's all perfectly legitimate.

Yeah. I can't shake the feeling
that you're playing with me, Evan.

I'm not going back to London
until I've got the Reardons.

You owe me Gael.

And I'll deliver Gael.

These things take time.

Steve Baldini...and your wife?

Just how, eh, close, are they?

I'll be in touch.

Wow!

What have you given the kids,
Arthur?

Under orders to show some respect
to their very important mother. Oh!

Hey, I got your message.
How's it going? Nervous?

Well, you know, just, erm...
Hello!

Hello!

You smell nice for a change.
Yes, you do. Are you OK?

No Alys? Veranda.

Those two are joined at the hip.

Well, I'll drop, eh,
Angie home on my way.

Unless you want to?
No, that's OK. Thank you.

Alys got detention.

She says she doesn't care.

And she's going to get
her belly button pierced. Right.

Amazing. It's a good sign, Faith.
Best get your rebellion

out of the way early, isn't it?
You know, that's where I went wrong.

Come on, fish pie? Eh?
Full of omega 3, good for the brain.

If she really wants one,
I'll have on too, at the same time.

And I'll wear my green slacks.
I think it's disgusting.

Dad wouldn't let her.
Well, he's not here is he?

Can't sleep?

Dad did a murder case once. Mm-hmm.

Have kids been saying stuff to
you in school, upsetting you?

Tell me?

Alys?

Do you still love Dad?

Yes.

Because of us?
No, not just because of you.

Be... What is it, hmm?

What's going on?

Come on.

Come on, we don't have secrets
any more, do we?

Mum? Mmm?

If you win this... Mmm.

..can I get my belly button pierced?

Only if I can have a full
back tattoo of Rick Astley.

Who is that? Who is that?
He's an absolute legend, Alys.

That's who he is.
And he's still going strong.

Do what you want. You can't stop me.

Shane, it's Gael.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, shit. Hold on a moment.
What's going on?

Steve?

It's a flat. Can you sort it?
And...and hurry up, I'm late.

Yeah, well let him let him
stew for a while, you know,

get desperate.

SHE LAUGHS
Listen, listen.

I've got a flat, so...

Yeah, but I've got my lackey
on to it, so... Yeah, I know.

No home to go to, Constable?

Just collating evidence.

It never hurts to be organised.

Mrs Howells - you and
she have a bit of history.

Forgive and forget.

It's a small community,
we all have to rub along. Mmm.

18 months ago, when I
interviewed her husband,

I couldn't shake the feeling

that he didn't say a word
that she didn't want him to.

She's certainly an easy
woman to underestimate.

Spoken from experience?

Hmm. Right. I'll bear that in mind.

Don't stay too late.

Faith, we have 24 hours!
Where are you?

I'll be right there.

You're visiting Evan.

No! See you soon.

What are you doing, Faith?

What are you doing?

SCANNER BEEPS

What do you think?
It's a bit different?

Unexpected.

Well, I've been a good boy.

Give it a couple weeks

and I'll be allowed into town
on a temporary licence.

And then...maybe even some
home leave.

I've taken over
Madlen Vaughan's defence.

Long story.

Trial starts tomorrow.

She has no idea who
might have killed him.

You knew Will.

Any ideas?

Are you sure you should be here?
Yes, yes, I'm sure!

I need your help.

People he was in debt to.

Fallen out with.

Think.

Please think.

This is more your field than mine.

He was borrowing money and not
from the bank. Where would you go?

Reasonable doubt.
That's all that matters.

If you want to win this case.

You've got to be cold.

Dispassionate.

You can do it.

Just think of the way
you handle my mother.

That smile.
You know it still kills me.

I'm going to have to go now.

And thank you for
the text yesterday.

But you shouldn't have
a phone in here, Evan,

because if they find out you'll
be straight back to Cat B.

What text?

Trusting, loyal, dutiful.

The only thing Madlen is guilty
of is being too good a wife

and a mother.
That is our narrative.

We hammer it every chance we get.
What do you think?

Perfect.

Faith, is there something
you're not telling me?

We need to be on fire tomorrow.
It's brilliant.

All right. Do me a favour.

Stay away from Evan
until this is over.

He's a proud man,
I know what he's like.

PHONE VIBRATES

Just a minute.

She just doesn't get it.

It would only take a couple
of our best clients to leave

and we'll be finished.
She cares, Tom.

You know Faith.

Yeah, well, I'll survive, but she's
the one with family to support.

You couldn't talk to her,
could you, Lisa?

I see. And so THAT'S
why you invited me here.

No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I'd thought it'd be nice.

Look, I'm too close to Faith to
get involved in her work. OK?

I-I-I just don't want
to mess things up.

Yeah, of course. Yeah?

Quite right.

Faith's like a daughter to me.

You know this case
is going to hurt her.

But Madlen Vaughan is guilty.
I'm sure of it.

She's a big girl, Tom.

And so are you.

THEY LAUGH

And I'm bloody starving.

Haven't you got
anything to eat in there?

What? Well, I thought...
No, look, look.

Drinks and nibbles they're just
not going to cut it, I'm afraid.

I'm an expensive date.
OK, OK. Yeah.

Have you got any...I don't know,
beans, corned beef, crust of bread?

All right, all right. I'll
see what I can do. Lovely.

Corran Energy. It's been six weeks.
Dublin are climbing the walls.

I promised them
the deal would be done by now.

They've had interest from another
party. I heard the bank...

What other interest?
I don't know. Well, find out.

Here. You'll get a message
with instructions.

I'm about to start a murder
trial, Gael, so... Oh.

Maybe I should pay Saran
James another visit? No.

You promised to
leave her alone, Gael.

Or I maybe should
send your friend Stevie.

He's sick for you, Faith.

I've never seen a man get it so bad.

Now, a debt's a debt.

You clear it.

CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS

Keeping yourself busy, Constable?
Continuity, sir.

I always like to photograph
every piece of evidence.

You know what defence
lawyers are like. Hmm.

No harm in bells and whistles.

But is there something
troubling you, Constable?

Have we slipped up?

Um... No, sir.

Uh...

I suppose I'm concerned about
a lack of compelling motive.

It's our job to compile
the evidence dispassionately.

Where that leads
is down to the jury.

I like to think
we believed in our case.

I appreciate that this is
difficult for you, Constable,

on so many levels, but I will
not have my authority questioned

or my case undermined.
Is that understood? Perfectly, sir.

Good. Let me know
when you're finished.

I'll take charge
of the evidence from there.

# If I could hold you

# If only for a second
I could hold you

# I'd let the fear rage on

# Cling to each other
in the eye of the storm

# If I could reach you

# If only for a second
I could reach you

# And let it all go to hell

# Hold on together till
we go there as well

# Cos I know
I could never be what you need

# Never see what you see

# Never be anything more
than just somewhere to run to

# When you're scared to come to

# I'll be there

# Someone who knows

# I won't be anything more... #

Prison van's arrived.

Mrs Howells? Hayden Swancott.

Hayden.

Nice to meet you. Your junior?

Colleague. Cerys Jones.

Listen, we're prepared to
consider a realistic offer -

manslaughter
on the grounds of provocation.

No, thank you.

Four or five years
versus life, Faith?

Mrs Howells.

This was not a domestic
argument that got out of hand.

The evidence will show
that William Vaughan's murder

had all the hallmarks of a
most deliberate execution,

committed by an
unlikely but ruthless

and wholly unrepentant executioner.

There were frequent arguments,
or cross words you might call it.

Months it had been going on.

Mr Jones, as their sole employee,
someone close to them both,

how would you describe
the state of their marriage

at the time of Mr Vaughan's death?
Not happy. Not at all.

Will Vaughan had spent nearly
five years failing to get

permission to build
houses on that ten-acre field. Yes.

He was flat broke.
Not my business to know.

He didn't tell you? No.

Oh, that's odd.

And you didn't guess?

Not even when he cut your hours
and put you on the breadline?

Did he ever tell you ANYTHING
of a personal nature, Mr Jones,

in the 15 years of working for him?

Can't say he did.

What about Madlen Vaughan?

Was she a cold, quiet person?
Oh, no.

Madlen's always
been very kind to me.

She's a good mother, too.

Mr Swancott described her
as a ruthless executioner.

No.

No! Thank you.

You inherited 25% of the farm and
your brother 75%, is that correct?

Yes.

But he ran the business.

You must have been
aware of the debts.

Did you advise him to sell the farm?

He was putting in for the
planning again, um, third time.

He was looking at over a million
when he cleared all the debts.

And did Madlen Vaughan understand?

Didn't she just.

Hopping mad she was,
the last time he was refused.

All set to buy a villa in Portugal.

She told you this?

She had brochures
on the kitchen table.

It was going to be the high life.

Did your brother want a villa?

All Will cared about was the farm.

It's not in her blood, is it?

She wanted out.

Wanted money.

Spending money.

Something I'm failing to understand,
Mrs Lewis, is how your brother

was managing to get by
when his bank account was frozen.

Any ideas? Loan sharks, perhaps?

Mrs Lewis, is there anything you
should have told the police?

Maybe you should tell the jury now?
My lord...

Answer the question, please.

My husband and I lent him £20,000.

This loan,
was it secured against anything?

No. No? What was it, then?
Just a gamble?

On a failing business?

Must be nice to have that
sort of money to waste.

He's my brother.

Was.

If Madlen Vaughan is
convicted of murder,

she stands to inherit nothing.

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 just establishing the position.

The jury can make of it
what they will.

Thank you.

Fucking brilliant.

Two sets of fingerprints.
Hers and her husband's?

That's all I found.

So if a third person
fired the gun...?

Then they must have been
wearing gloves. Gloves.

Pretty logical, really,
if you're going to shoot somebody.

Yeah. Yes.

Yeah.

Two shots fired
at a range of 40 feet.

Two wounds neatly
grouped five inches apart.

That requires careful aim.
A steady hand.

A lot of practice.

And hit square in the chest.

You could almost
call it professional.

Competent, certainly.

And the bloodstain on her coat cuff.

For all we know, there could
have been blood on the grass

where she stooped
to pick up the gun.

I suppose so. Mm-hm.

Thank you, Dr Collins.

All rise.

All they've got is
a circumstantial case.

No compelling motive.
This business about the villa.

It was just a bit of fun.

I can't believe that's
what she thought of me.

No, my point is, could...

Well, could Hannah have?
Does she know where the gun's kept?

Cer.

KNOCK ON DOOR

We've got reasonable doubt,
but that's not enough. No

What about Madog Jones? Hmm?
I bet he can bloody shoot.

Yeah, but why would
he protect Madlen?

PHONE VIBRATES

Shit. Rhodri's prescription.

What?
Yeah, I've got to got to pick it up.

Faith! You can't go now.

She'll run out of luck soon enough.

And if she doesn't?

Excuse me for one minute.

Thank you.

Lovely.

Perfect.

Yes, sir?

Detective Inspector Breeze.

Swansea CID.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Samson's have had stowaways
coming in from Rosslare.

Warn the others. I'm not
paying any more bloody fines.

And I need you to do a Dublin
run tomorrow. Can't do it.

We agreed shifts
at the start of the month.

Holyhead. Nine o'clock.
Yeah, you can have my notice.

Cos I've got a little
girl at home... Oh.

Just a regular family guy.

And how's Faith buying that? Doesn't
seem to be working yet, does it?

I should be careful what I say.

You might just put
out another contract on me.

Why don't you leave her alone?
Let me clear what she owes.

I want to set things right.

She's standing by her man, Steve.

I think you might be
wasting your time.

I'll be judge of that. All right.

Sort me another driver for Dublin.

And clean the crap off that truck,
you're showing us up.

Are you trying to give me
a heart attack? Bloody chemists.

I had to try several.
Faith, if you're having a crisis...

No, I'm not. I'm here. I'm here.

I'm fine. And I have an idea.

My lord, before we proceed with
the next witness, the defence

would like leave to recall Mr Madog
Jones on a point of clarification.

Unless you have a specific
objection, Mr Swancott?

No, my lord.

Very well. Please recall
Mr Madog Jones.

Mr Jones, are you a good shot?
Not bad.

You've been firing a gun
most of your life, I expect?

Yes.

Madlen Vaughan, is she a good shot?

I wouldn't know.

I've never seen her with a gun.

You've never seen her with a gun?

You've never seen
Madlen Vaughan with a gun?

That's quite a significant
admission, Mr Jones,

especially this late in the day.
It makes one wonder why...

..why you didn't mention it
in your statement to the police.

Mr Jones?

They didn't ask me.

We need the whole truth.

Did you have something to hide?

Yes.

Before I went to market,
I heard her yelling at him.

She was saying, "Who is she?"
over and over.

Mrs Vaughan was repeatedly yelling,
"Who is she?" My lord...

Um... Mr Jones's evidence is
evidence only of the words

spoken by Mrs Vaughan,
not of what she may have meant

when she yelled, "Who is she?"

No further questions, my lord.

It was in March
Will Vaughan came to me

for advice on how his assets might
be divided in the event of divorce.

Was he intending to leave his wife?

He didn't specifically say that.

Then what advice DID he want,
specifically?

Well, he was aware that
if things worked out with the field,

he'd stand to make a lot of money,

and he wanted to know how
to protect it.

So he was seeking ways to
conceal his assets?

He wouldn't be the first.

Nice guy.

Mr Howells, was there any
suggestion from Mr Vaughan

as to the reason for
his marital unhappiness?

Another woman, perhaps?

My lord, leading the witness.

Mr Howells,
please answer the question,

but please ignore
counsel's suggested answer.

He did confide in me
that there was a very, um...

There was a very dark side to her
character that she kept hidden.

Unpredictable rages.
Now it's hearsay and innuendo!

Does Mr Swancott think
that the laws of evidence

don't apply in this court?

Mrs Howells, I will again
make clear to the jury that

the evidence is only of what
Mr Vaughan may have said,

not that the
words are necessarily true.

I see.
They really don't. All right.

Mrs Howells, do you have any
questions of this witness?

Yes, I most certainly do.

Mr Howells, as Will Vaughan's
solicitor,

I'm sure you feel
very loyal towards him.

Of course. A dishonest man.

Attempting to hide his money
from his wife and child.

I was merely advising
him on the law.

Do you now regret
advising him the way you did?

It's not a question of regret.

I was doing my job.
Yes, hiding the truth.

Thank you very much, Mr Howells.
You've been most helpful.

If you won't trust me,
Madlen, I can't help you.

You said, "Who is she?"
What did you mean?

Life imprisonment.

Call it 15 years.

How old will Dyfan be - 24, 25?

Right, we shall see
you in the morning, then. Cerys.

Them pictures in the post.

Photographs.

She was young.

Blonde.

They were in a car.
All over each other.

All right. Any idea who
sent them? Or took them?

Madlen?

I told him to choose.

Her or me.

And then I left.

I didn't shoot him.

What did you do with them?

I put them on the fire.

Was there any more?

Nobody, nobody is to find
out about these photographs.

Do you understand me?

Which means, Madlen,
you can't go into the witness box.

They'll think I've got
something to hide. You have.

I'll see you in the morning. Cerys.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Bollocks!

KEY TURNS IN LOCK

I knew it. I bloody knew
that she was hiding something.

OK, we need to talk.
I'm buying us a drink.

No, no, thank you. Bollocks!

Evan. Have a seat.

Your wife's doing well.

Quite a performer.

There's even an outside
chance she might win,

which would be a shame because
Madlen Vaughan is definitely guilty.

Did you ever try
and win an argument at home,

or did you just sit it back
and wait for it all to blow over?

I bet it's worth it, though.

I'm sorry.

Did you come here to
talk about my marriage?

She skipped lunch today.

Went to run a little errand.

20,000 in used notes.

The shop owner issues a
back-dated receipt for a Rolex,

which he then buys back minus a cut.

At least I think
that's how it works.

He wasn't exactly desperate to help.

Yeah, I think
I might wait until the verdict

and then see what she's
got to say for herself.

Unless you've got something for me.

Never mind.

At least if she's in jail,

then Steve Baldini won't be
able to get his hands on her.

Your concerns about motive may
have been allayed, Constable.

It seems Will Vaughan
may have been playing away.

Speaking of motive,
what can you tell me

about Mrs Howells' relationship
with one Gael Reardon?

I wasn't aware she had one.

There's a whole
intelligence file in Swansea.

We're just a local station.

Stand by.

I may have a job for you later.

Hello, Lisa.

Marion. I thought you had
a job at the dress shop?

Yeah, part time at the moment.
Off season, you know?

You haven't had much luck
since your divorce, have you?

And how are you coping on your own?

Must be hard with Evan away.

Faith hasn't got time for anything.

Well, there's the murder trial.
You must be proud of her.

Lovely, thanks. I don't need a bag.

Yeah, she's doing really well.

Single mother, isn't it? Is she?

Yes.

Unfortunately, I've got to do
the shagging for both of us.

I do my best.

Take care now, all right?

Ohh. And again. Ohh.
No, no, no, no. Ohh.

Again...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, all right, you win. Hang on.

Yeah.

Hiya, yeah. Faith.

Yeah, we're still at the beach.

Lovely. There we are.
I'll speak to you later. OK?

Bye-bye. Bye.
Angie, your dad's here, look.

Arthur.

Thanks. See you. She's good
as gold. No trouble at all.

Yeah, you're good with them.

I'd like to invite Alys
to our house,

but, well, you know...

..it's complicated. Yeah.

You all right? Yeah. Got everything?
See you later, Angie.

Bye-bye. Thanks.

Bye.

Alys!

You OK? What's up?

Do you think Mam's going
to take Dad back?

Oh...um...

Well, I don't know.
It's like this, isn't it?

There's good bits and bad bits
in everyone, isn't there?

Well, your mum, she sees the good
in everyone, doesn't she, eh?

You don't, do you?

Well...I don't know.

Hey, I like Angie.
She lovely girl, nice.

Come on, let's go back to the gang.
Come on, it's freezing. Come on.

In a minute.

Is Alys all right?

She doesn't want her
dad to come home.

It's tough when someone's been away.

She'll be OK.

Why don't you ever talk to her mum?

Uh...

It's complicated.

Do you love her?

Kids!

You hungry?

Burger?

Come on, I'm starving.

It's a court case,
anything can happen.

That's it? That's your advice?
Oh, come on, Faith.

Fine.

I understand the risk, but if I
was you, I'd put her in the box.

Juries don't like silence.
Oh, that's a great idea.

Then she'd have to admit that
she received photographs

of her husband with another woman
minutes before he was shot!

Why would she do that?
The whole truth, Evan!

A little thing called ethics?

It's a street fight, Faith.

If you want to defend a murder
and win, there's no easy way.

You've got to kick
and bite and gouge,

scratch your way to a not guilty.

Nice lawyers, good people,
they get their clients sent to jail.

It's just the way it is.

You'd better go.

Have you been seeing Steve Baldini?

No.

No!

Evan, you're hurting me!
Let me go. Let me go!

Faith!

Ooh! Whoops-a-daisy.

It's all right.

25 lovely thousand
will hit your account

first thing tomorrow morning.
Marvellous.

Thank you.

Well, cheers.

Cheers. Here's to the next time.

PHONE VIBRATES

Ah, sorry.

Hi.

Madlen's not giving evidence.
We can't take the risk.

He'll shred her to pieces.

Yeah, I've been
thinking about this...

I've made my decision, Cerys.
And I'm sticking to it.

Ohh!

Come on.

Sorry.

Your other half?

Oh, God, no. Work.

I'm, er, single.

More or less.

Snap.

CERYS GIGGLES

Sorry I'm late.
Had to go to Hong Kong.

Hong, hong. Hong, hong?
Hong Kong Hut!

You all right?
Hiya, babe! Good, yeah.

Arthur's upstairs, he's putting
Rhodri to bed. Oh, right.

Oh, he's a little beggar tonight.
I think he might be teething.

I'll be up in now.

Try him with his new book?

Uh, babes, do you
want any carrot juice?

Oh, you are hilarious.
Yeah, as if.

Where have you been, then?
I haven't seen you in days.

Your sugar daddy,
is he busy tonight, is he?

It was just a drink. Yes, I've
heard that one before, darling.

Do you know what he did today?
He stuck a knife... Faith, Marion!

Marion? Hello!
The worker returns.

How was my Evan?
I'd visit more often if I could.

I don't know how many times
I've offered, Marion.

Your Evan is just fine.

Takeaway, is it? Yeah, yes, it is.

You are more than welcome
to join us. Thank you.

I'm sure we can spare some
pork BALLS.

LISA LAUGHS

Would you like me to fetch
some plates? On it, Marion.

No, we've even learned how
to use knives and forks

in this house now, Marion.
Who'd have thought it? Huh? Who?

Did you just come out of my bedroom,
Marion? The window was open.

I just closed it.

CHILD CRIES

Oh, hang on.

I'll deal with this.
Help yourselves.

Go on, Marion. Marion, some wine?

Such a shame
she doesn't have time to cook.

CRACKER CRUNCHES

Hmm.

Very nice.

Thank you, Faith.

There's no hairs in mine tonight.

They must have had an inspection.

Your mother's always
had a sense of humour.

It's the first thing your father
ever said about her.

"I've met this funny girl."

MARION LAUGHS

Yeah.

Why did Granny say
that Daddy could stay

at her house
when he gets out of prison?

Did she say that?
Oh, she's a funny one, isn't she?

Where would he stay?
Alys has got the spare room.

Well, we'll think of something.

And don't listen to Granny, OK?

Megs... Megs.

We'll put him
in the shed with the spiders.

Oh!

Would you like that? Would you like
to join him in there? Would you?

Right, but listen. You've got to
promise me something now.

OK? You've got to promise me
that you've got to stop worrying.

Is that a promise?

OK. No, not an OK.
Is it a promise?

A promise.

Goodnight my presh.
Night-night. Night-night.

Watch the bed bugs don't bite.

Hey, you were supposed
to be sleeping, big boy.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good boy.

Snuggle in.

Night-night.

Shh! Shh-shh!

KNOCK ON DOOR

Night-night, Alys.

All yours. Am I permitted to know
the purpose of this operation, sir?

Not at this stage, Constable.

It's strictly a CID matter. OK, go.

SHE SIGHS

KNOCK ON DOOR

You've got an hour mate.
The car's waiting.

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