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[ Mid-tempo music plays ]

[ Speaking Welsh ]

LUKE: Possible crime scene. Blood.

PATRICIA: I'm not leaving till I got answers.

I want to know if it's my husband you found today.

-LIZ: [ Moans ] -Nanny?

Oh. Don't look at Mel again.

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[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Music continues ]

Nice day for it.

MEL: Charming.

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[ Indistinct conversations, telephone ringing ]

Idiot.

-Sam! -Sam?

RAY: Is there something wrong with you or what, son?

LINDA: [ Sighs ]

Your mother had to find out that a gun went off in the street

from a woman in the supermarket, son.

A gun -- after everything she's been through with your dad.

LINDA: He's safe.

-That's all that matters. -RAY: He should've phoned you.

LINDA: He was probably worried about his nan.

She can't be too bad, then, if she's still giving orders.

RAY: Is there something you want to say to your mother?

LINDA: It's all right, Ray.

You were as white as a sheet when I found you.

You could hardly take a breath.

Well?

-Sorry. -She's your mother.

Give her a bit more consideration.

-She deserves better. -Well, forget about it now.

-There's no harm done. -Have you got my money?

Twenty-five quid a week.

-That's what we agreed. -I haven't forgotten.

RAY: I know you're not earning a fortune,

but it's not that much for you to find, is it?

I said I'd pay it back, Ray.

I know you will.

A deal's a deal. I think we understood that.

Where'd you get that?

I've been saving.

Since when?

Does it matter?

-You never told us. -You didn't ask.

Here. Count it. It's all there.

Thank heavens for that. You're quits.

Uh, Ray's very grateful. Aren't you, Ray?

Where did he get that?

[ Horse snorts ]

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Really?

[ Door closes ]

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Hey. W--

[ Sighs ]

That dog's been barking all night again.

It's been going on for weeks.

Either you sort it or I'll sort it.

Okay. I'll get on it.

All right. But sort it out for me.

Okay. I-I shall. Thank you.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Barking continues ]

[ Panting, barking ]

Jackpot.

Well?

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

Childish.

[ Door opens, closes ]

Hm.

[ Chuckles ]

Wait with Mrs. Rose for a moment, will you?

I'll just check we're set.

Excuse me.

LAYLA: We're ready.

LAYLA: Stevie Rose ran a successful family business

selling cars in the town for many years.

A loving son, husband, father.

It's hard to understand why anyone would want to kill him.

We're eager to hear from those who spoke to Mr. Rose

in the days before his disappearance.

We'll be circulating his image widely

to jog people's memories soon.

Stevie Rose's killer is still at large,

and we need to find this dangerous individual

as quickly as possible.

[ Camera shutters clicking ]

Thank you very much.

In order to help with the inquiry...

Uh-oh.

...I'm pleased to be able to offer a reward of £30,000

to anyone who provides information

that leads to the arrest of my husband's killer.

My beautiful daughter has lost her father

in a terrible, violent way.

This animal has stolen him from her.

He doesn't deserve to walk the streets.

I beg of you -- Help me find them.

-That's all. Thank you. -[ Indistinct shouting ]

That's all. Thank you very much.

[ Shouting continues ]

LAYLA: Thank you very much. Thank you.

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

Hiya. You all right?

[ Door opens, closes ]

LIZ: Oh.

-[ Water running ] -Nanny.

Nanny!

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

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[ Breathing heavily, grunting ]

Sam!

Sam.

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Hinges squeak, door closes ]

[ Horse whinnies ]

Where is he?

Samuel!

-Get into the car. -Listen, Ray.

I don't want to hear it. Go.

Don't give that boy any more money.

He's the one that comes to me -- over and over.

You keep taking advantage, giving him money to buy dope,

and you know he can't pay it back.

He's lucky he's got you to look out for him.

He's my stepson.

And he won't be back again. I'll make sure of it.

His protector.

People need protecting -- from people like you.

[ Horse whinnies ]

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We know Steffan was behind the holdup at the social club.

Two days later, there are gunshots on the street

where his brother lives.

It's got to be more than a coincidence.

-It's speculative at best. -But possible, ma'am.

Rhys isn't stupid, Gina.

If he was in possession of a gun,

he would never have used it so close to home.

His brother had died.

People do strange things having suffered a loss.

Rhys Morris isn't the type to get emotional,

and there's no evidence he's got a weapon.

-Can't we search the house? -On what grounds?

That my theory adds up, ma'am.

Gina, even if you're right

and Rhys had the gun, I doubt he's still got it

after everything that's happened during the last 24 hours.

-But he -- -We can't search his house

on a whim.

We need evidence.

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Oh.

[ Exhales deeply ]

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[ Door closes ]

Remember we got to pay the gardener tomorrow

for cutting the lawn.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Wheels rattling ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Thud ]

[ Thud ]

[ Indistinct conversations, forklift beeping in distance ]

[ Scanner beeps ]

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[ Scanner beeps ]

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RAY: It's this old chapel.

It's been empty for years.

I'll do it up over the next 12 months

and then I'll try and sell it on.

You're late today.

He's been visiting his girlfriend.

How you doing, Sam?

We've called to talk to Liz about your idea.

RAY: Your Nan's decided not to go private just yet.

She's happy to hold on for a bit longer, aren't you?

Like Ray said last night, you know,

the specialist won't keep her waiting much longer now, surely.

Well, not after this last pull, at least.

RAY: But if you want us to pay for you to go private,

we'll find the money, no question about it.

Just with this conversion and everything,

it might take me a couple of weeks to get it together.

But I promise I'll find it.

Listen. My little heart has lasted for 72 years.

And I'm sure it can stick it out for a little bit longer.

He doesn't stop worrying about me.

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[ Paper crinkling ]

"Promising policewoman seeks promotion."

You can't deny that.

Oh, come on.

[ Birds crying ]

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Excuse me.

-Excuse me! I'm talking to you. -What?

I'm P.C. 3542 from Afan Nedd police station.

-I believe you're dealing drugs. -Piss off.

I'm detaining you to stop and search you.

You're trying it on.

Open your bag and we'll find out.

Oi!

Luke!

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Luke!

[ Grunting ]

MEL: You can't do this. You've got no right.

GINA: I'm arresting you

on suspicion of supplying controlled drugs.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

Pig!

[ Snoring ]

Is the old lady any better?

Heart attack, was it, son?

I heard about your brother.

Sorry.

Stef was just a big kid.

He thought he was indestructible.

Everyone's card's marked, innit?

Look after yourself, bud.

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[ Brakes squeak ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

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[ Snorts ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's going on?

The forensics have come back on the bullets

that were discharged last night.

It's the same gun that was used to kill Stevie Rose.

-It's Rhys Morris. He's got it. -We've been over this, Gina.

If we searched his house, we'd find it.

-On what basis? -LUKE: We should search, ma'am.

We haven't got sufficient reason to do that.

GINA: The suspicion Mel was dealing drugs from there

would be enough, wouldn't it?

We've just found a load of drugs in her handbag.

Do we have Mel's house keys?

CARL: The custody sergeant will have them.

Well, ma'am?

Hello! Police!

What's going on here?

All right, Rhys. I'm P.C. Jenkins.

We have authority to search the property.

Like I fucking care who you are. Get out!

Mel has been arrested for supplying drugs,

and we have reason to believe there are drugs at the property.

This is my house, son. You've got no right.

-We have every right. -Do you want a slap or what?

-Calm down now, Rhys. -Calm down!

You're saying I'm dealing drugs. You've broken into my house.

Calm down. Otherwise we're gonna take you in.

-Is that right? -Yeah, it is.

Right. Well, uh, might as well arrest me for this, too, then.

[ Grunts ]

-Oi! -Rhys Morris...

-Bastard! -...I'm arresting you

for assaulting a police officer.

You don't have to say anything, but it may harm your defense

if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court.

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

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What's she playing at?

Well, it sounds like

she's kicking your garage door in, pal.

Well, tell her to stop, then! Tell her!

Stop her! Hey!

S-- Aah!

Stop her!

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[ Grunts ]

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[ Birds chirping ]

[ Door closes, horse neighs ]

[ Cows lowing in distance ]

I can pay you.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Let me go and I'll give you whatever you want.

Just tell me.

Name your price.

I've got money!

[ Screaming ]

[ Indistinct talking on radio ]

If the stable hand hadn't turned up when he did,

it might have been a different story.

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[ Forklift beeping ]

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Hey, Nanny.

Nanny.

[ Gasps, sobs ]

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Sam.

Sam!

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[ Man singing in Welsh ]