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WHITE NOISE

BELL TOLLS

There is a bell...

BELL TOLLS

..and it's ringing.

MUSIC PLAYS IN DISTANCE

HELICOPTER WHIRS

MAN: This way!

Move it!

WOMAN: If you're asleep, don't be.

MAN: This is bullshit, right! We've been here for 48 hours.

What right have you got to hold us here?

And what are you charging us with? - Step away, please. - Eh?

Come on, what?!

What's this?

- This is your last warning. - This isn't a Covid thing!

- Step back.

- HE PANTS: Please...

I have a repeat prescription for benzodiazepine.

- Sir, get back in your tent!

- HELICOPTER WHIRRING MUFFLED LOUD-HAILER

Am I going mad?

Or is it the world?

HE SCREAMS

SHOUTING

ANNOUNCEMENT: Emergency powers have been invoked.

And a lockdown is in place.

Stay in your homes. You are permitted...

You want to see a war zone, come down here, I'll show you a war zone.

And if this isn't a case for Amnesty International then I don't know what is.

Someone call me back.

Grace? You back as a nurse now?

Collaborating, are you? - I'm here to see you.

If anyone asks, we're on a care visit, OK?

This is Anna. She's got something to tell you.

- I've been helping out at the detainment camp.

They needed volunteers, testing prisoners.

- Testing?

For what?

- I think it's a way to keep certain people off the streets while it all calms down.

Including Owen.

- Owen?

Where is he?

ENTRY SYSTEM BLEEPS

CHANTING

Can I help you?

- Um...

I've been sent to see if this name appears on your database.

He's missing.

- Well, he's at the isolation camp.

I'll see if I can find him on one of the cameras.

- Come on, we're going!

- Sir? Sir?

The work they're doing up there,

scanning people's online activity, how is that help...?

- Look, don't start with me, Thea, OK?

Your mother's already all over the internet.

With that and your brother I'd be sending you on bloody leave,

but I can't do that given our numbers.

We've been asked to move detainees

up to a proper facility

on Anglesey.

It's our job to support the Gordius team in doing that, right?

And right now!

All of you!

Gear up! We're going!

- You ready?

- Look, we know he's in there. Owen!

It's your dad!

- Pack it in, Geoff, you'll embarrass him. - Embarrass?

We're not picking him up from school, Dee, he's a prisoner!

- There is a curfew in place, you know. You aren't authorised to be here.

- This is our hour of exercise. See?

That's authorised, right?

- I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Now.

- We have to get him out of there.

He's not strong enough without his medication,

and being alone.

And after that, I mean,

if everything is collapsing all around us, like this,

don't we at some point have to ask the question,

how bad does it have to get before we, like, leave?

- Leave? Leave where? Port Talbot?!

- You stay here. See if you can spot him.

I'll keep making calls.

My name is Anna,

and I'm a student virologist from Swansea University.

- Is this a dream?

- WHISPERS: You mean a nightmare?

- Come on! We're moving you to somewhere more comfortable.

Right, come on!

Please join the line. Right, come on!

Come on!

- ANNOUNCEMENT: Attention, all detainees.

You are being transferred

to a more suitable facility.

- Please line up here!

- Right, come on, everybody, come on, come on.

- Join the line, move! Move!

- ANNOUNCEMENT: Line out complete, please await further instructions.

- Line up.

- Please join the line.

- He's having a reaction, we need to get him medical attention.

- With me, I'll take him.

- And these three as well, then, come on. - Come on!

- Afternoon. - Shut up.

Right, let's go!

- Come on, right.

Keep going, let's go, let's go.

The rest of you, go to the front.

Stay on your knees until you're told to move.

OK, go left here.

- Thea?

- Go right here.

- What are you doing?!

- Get out!

Dad! Come on, quick!!

Get in!

- Oh, shit, shit!

What are we doing?!

- Thea? - Mum, we're leaving right now!

Wait for me outside the Naval Club.

- What the hell's going on?

- What the hell are you doing, man?!

- THEY ALL SHOUT OVER ONE ANOTHER

ALL SHOUT AT ONCE

- Careful, mind the tree!

- Be quiet, for God's sake!

Come on!

- Hurry up, for Christ's sake, man.

- Anyone who isn't my brother, get out of the van now.

Come on, move!

SHOUTING

- They're going to know it's us.

- Right, then. - Don't push!

Thea, what's happening?!

- I'll explain in a minute, Mam.

- Thea. Owen.

You all right, love?

What are you doing here?

- PHONE RINGS

- Hello, Phillip speaking.

- Phillip, I can't get to you, so I need you to come to me.

OK?

- What do you mean? - Listen.

I need you to bring Rhys to Afan Forest Lodge as soon as you can, OK?

- Afan Forest Lodge?

Well, I... OK.

- Thanks, bye!

RADIO: 2-7-1-3-4-4 Bravo. Vehicle is stolen from the containment camp...

It's fine, we'll be fine,

we just need to get to Rhys

and get him far away from here.

- The roads are no good, OK?

But there is another way out of Port Talbot.

It's not easy, but... - Show me.

- We climb out.

- PHILLIP: - I really don't want to leave you alone,

with all this going on.

- I'm OK.

And you'll be back,

won't you?

- I'll only be an hour.

Just drop him off and come back.

I've got my mobile.

Keep your landline next to you.

I'll call.

An hour tops.

- Yeah.

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

BELL TOLLS

- Owen?

Owen?!

I can't believe this is happening.

What is happening?

- We walk through the Valley.

- But then what, once we...? - I don't know!

All I know is they were going to move him

because he's on some sort of list, OK? That's all I know.

- But they're going to be looking for us! We're, we're...

..we're fugitives!

My God, how ridiculous does that sound, us?

Fleeing from our homes on foot, no possessions.

- It happens.

All the time,

all over the world.

- Look, what have we got, cash-wise, documents, anything?

That's not our...our papers?

- What papers?

Not divorce?

So you're both properly...?

- Right, really? Are we doing this now?

- No, we're not, we're going.

Let's go.

- I can't.

I'm sorry. I could go back.

They don't know I'm a part of... - You saved me.

- I have no place here, you're a family.

- We're not a family.

- Course we're a family! Most of us, anyway.

- Just stop that, will you? Just stop it! I'm here, aren't I?!

I've been trying to be here for you all.

Trying to get back in after all that...

I know, I know, but I'm here now!

- Well, that's all well and good now, isn't it?

What good is now?!

We needed you then!

- What happened then? - It doesn't matter. Just go back if you want to go back, bye-bye.

- Go fuck your truncheon, Thea!

- And who are you, eh?!

- Who are you suddenly turning up with your big sword and your big words? You wanna be my dad now?

You want to stand up and protect me now? - Enough!

Anna?

It is Anna, right?

There's no point in going back, cos they'll have you on camera helping Owen get out of the camp.

And, anyway, I won't have a young woman wandering back to a war zone alone.

Right?

So, we're all going.

Together!

- Please don't go.

Shit, no internet, so no maps.

- You'll know the way, right?

Why don't you leave that, Zorro?

- Protection.

And it's valuable, it's an artefact.

- At least they still work as phones.

Just one last call.

PHONE RINGS

- Thea, Jesus Christ, are you OK?

- Yeah, no, I don't know.

We've left, we just had to leave. - What the hell...?

- Listen, Dan, Rhys is still with your mam and dad, I couldn't get to them, but I told...

- You left him?!

- Oi, don't, all right?!

I tried everything.

Everything. - OK, OK, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. - I told your dad to bring Rhys to Afan Forest Lodge.

I'm gonna have to get rid of this phone,

but I'll call you from there.

- Take care.

- Love you, bye.

They can track them.

Even when they're off, trust me.

All of you.

ANSWERPHONE: Hi, this is Thea. I can't get to the phone right now,

so leave a message, but keep it short.

- Thea, I don't know why you're not answering.

Look, I can't get out.

There's a blockade, they're not letting anyone through.

I...

I don't know what to do, I...

- Is that Mummy?

- It's OK, Rhys. We're on our way to Mum.

It won't be long now.

- Keep going! Let him through! Drive on.

Drive on!

- I've got another idea.

Let me try something else.

I'll call you back.

Please help us.

- That's all right. Let him go!

All right, drive on!

- It'll only be a few minutes, Rhys.

Don't worry.

Afan Forest Lodge isn't far.

- Afan Forest Lodge?

You'll be lucky.

- Who are you? What are you doing?

- It's OK. We're just like you.

We're stowaways on the way to England.

- England?

OWEN GROANS

- He's struggling.

Owen.

- Yeah.

There's too much of you in him.

A destructive sort of...

- You've never really been there for him. You know that?

- Oh, ho! Well...

That's just been said, has it?

Ha...

Talk about the pot calling...

I mean, wow.

YOU weren't there for us. You left!

So how about you shut up?

- I didn't know what else to do...

..with what I felt.

- I wanted him to grow up his own man.

Not fill his head with...

All you ever did is teach and tell me things.

Turns out, what did you know?

You gave up!

So, every time I-I-I wanted to try to reach out to my son?

How?

Using, like, what model of...exactly?

The more I think about it, all of this is down to you!

The break-up of my own family!

Because of not being able to...

And then, when I do give into my...fuckin'...!

It all goes tits up again!

And look where we are!

What do we do now? Eh?!

- There is a bell, and it's ringing -

hidden, but it's there -

and all you gotta do is listen.

- Well, come on, then.

- PHONES RING

OVERLAPPING NEWS BULLETINS

NEWSREADER: - ..an individual now identified as Owen Driscoll,

believed to be the figure at the centre of the violence

and the leading instigator of the Welsh uprising.

His present whereabouts are unknown.

The authorities are asking anyone with any information about Driscoll

to come forward - but under no circumstances to approach him,

and instead contact...

- ..a temporary measure. But no sign yet of Westminster taking away

that travel ban for Welsh nationals outside of Wales.

The Prime Minister is scheduled to make a statement soon,

live from Downing Street, and we will be going there.

But until then, then we can go back to live pictures from Port Talbot,

the centre of...

- PHONE RINGS

- Dad? - Dan? Can you hear me? - Are you with Thea? Has she seen the news?

- There's been a bit of a balls-up.

I think we're on our way to England.

- The signal's...

Did you say England? - Dan, I can't really hear you.

The line's terrible. - How? They...

They're saying on the news that there's no...

Where are you headed?

Cheltenham. Dad?

Head to Cheltenham.

I have someone... There's someone there who will help.

- Your mother, I left her.

Call your mother, Dan.

- Just don't let on that you live in Wales, OK?

- Oh, God, the signal...

- Dad?

- Oh, God.

- DISCONNECT TONE

- Dad?

- NEWSREADER: - The hunt is under way across the whole region.

Police urge anyone with information about the family to come forward -

but under no circumstances to approach them if sighted.

They are considered armed and highly dangerous.

- Those flats won't last long.

- Yeah, well, when I left the house this morning I didn't know

I was going on an adventure, did I?

- She always walked that fast, your mother.

We went to Paris once, before we were married, on the coach.

She was the same then.

The Louvre. Huh.

Went round it in an hour.

"Mona Lisa? OK, right, seen that. Next.

"Van Gogh? OK, done."

So, what's this?

Are you, like...?

You two boyfriend and girlfriend, or what?

- MUFFLED: - No, just... We're...

No.

- OWEN GROANS

ECHOING: - He's in withdrawal.

Without his substitute drugs...

..it could get rough.

- What's the problem?

- Owen needs a second.

Why are we trying to break the land speed record?

- ECHOING: We're trying get to Rhys!

Oh, my God.

Get off the road, quick!

VEHICLES RUMBLE

Psst!

Owen.

Why are you following them?

VEHICLES CLATTER

- I-I... I don't know.

Wh... what do you mean?

- They just want you to walk THEIR path.

Out of the woods and into tomorrow.

Stay with me in the forest.

It's always yesterday in the forest.

Yesterday never changes.

Yesterday is safe.

Yesterday is yours.

- What's the worst that can happen?

Hand ourselves in, say we got carried away?

- We can't. Cos of him.

They'll take him away.

- Oh, yeah, all me.

And you've never made a mistake in your life, have you?

- Go on, then, name one.

One mistake. - Well, uh, no.

There isn't one. I'm being serious.

You're perfect, and so you think everyone else has to be...

- Oh, God. It's not a competition.

- Yeah, so how come I always lost?! - Because you're an addict!

And look what that did to us all.

- Hey. He's clean now.

- Yeah, Thea, go easy, right?

- Oh, yeah! Course!

Well, someone has to make the hard choices.

Be the bad guy.

And so I always did, and still do.

- Oh, wait. I've got one.

Rhys...

..was a mistake.

Wasn't he?

- Thea, no! - Oi!

Agh! Ah!

Ah...!

- Get off!

What the fuck...

- She did save you today.

- Yeah, ask her about the time she arrested me.

It all evens out.

- STRAINED: - It's hard to breathe...

- Oh...

- You hear of this, don't you?

Containers of bodies.

Shit, this was...

..a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid.

- We'll be OK!

It's OK!

- Who are you all?

Is that the Mint?

- It's a shipment, down from Llantrisant, where I work.

They're moving all this cash out of Wales.

I saw an opportunity to get out.

- We just hitched a ride, flagged him down, like you.

- Do you think we'll need fake documents? ID?

- I'm a nurse, not a terrorist.

And we're not leaving forever, are we?

- Oh, my God, the money.

If we can't use the cards, in case they catch us...

Wait a minute.

- Hey. Hey!

Hey! None of that!

COINS CLINK

- Right, I don't know how you lot are carrying bladders of steel,

but I need a comfort break.

Thea? - Yeah.

- Are you doing OK?

The whole, you know, drugs thing?

- "Drugs thing"?

What do you care?

- TICKING CLOCK

- I'm...

..so sorry.

- You told them you'd sell these?

All of this?

And you're using it yourself? Look at you!

High as a cowing... Look!

Right.

OK, you're giving it back. We're giving it back. Give me your phone.

I'm calling 'em.

I'm saying, "Come round, pick it up,

"find someone else." - No!

It won't work.

I already owe them money.

I owe them, so...

- Shit!

Shit!

Well, we'll call the police.

Tell Thea.

Give them their names. By the book.

- They'll kill you.

Us.

All of us.

- OWEN SIGHS

- Sorry.

- Right, is this them?

- Oh, my God!

- I'm calling.

They'll listen.

You can't sell all of this!

It's too much!

Well, we can't do nothing! We've got to try something!

- Dad?

Dad?

Dad!

Dad!

- What are you doing?

No! Stop!

I won't have this in my house!

I won't have this happening to you!

This has to stop! - What are you doing, Dad?

- Geoff! - What the fuck are you...? What the fuck, Dad?

Dad! What are you doing, Dad?

Dad, what are you doing?

Dad, no, no, no, no! Whoa, whoa!

What the...? Dad! - I could've fixed this!

Let me fucking fix this! - No, Dad! They're going to kill me!

- I-I can't! I can't!

- It's going to be OK! Listen to me!

Geoff, it's going to be OK, love!

Where you going?!

Geoff, where you going!

You can't leave us!

Geoff!

Geoff!

- Come on, let's go.

# Here we go

# With the sunlight on our skin

# It's a brand-new day

# It's ours to take

# And we will let it in

# This is where the adventure begins. #

MUFFLED: # Here we go

# With the sunlight on our skin... #

- What?

The internet's still off, isn't it?

- # We will let it in... # - I mean, isn't that...?

Is it coming back on?

- Or trying to.

- Particularly with this...

- DISTANT SINGING

- # Gafr wen, wen, wen

# Ie finwen, finwen, finwen

# Foel gynffonwen, foel gynffonwen

# Ystlys wen a chynffon

# Wen

# Wen

# Wen. #

Yes!

You found me!

"Youth may outrun the old, but not outwit".

Oh, shit!

No, no, no, no. Don't arrest me.

- Rhys?! Phillip?!

- David! Simon! Marjory!

Tell me, what belongs dearly to us, but others use more than we do?

- How did you get out here?

- There's no-one else here.

Oh. Oh, they pass through.

Journeying to the border.

But it won't work, no.

I thought I'd stay here and riddle.

As home burns.

- PHONE RINGS

Dan, I'm here. Where's Rhys?

- Oh, thank God.

OK, listen.

Change of plan.

Rhys and my father are on their way to England.

- England?

We won't make it to England.

They've got the country on lockdown. That's stupid.

- I've got a contact there, OK? In Cheltenham.

An old friend at GCHQ.

- GCH...

Hold on, hold on, they're the, like, Government.

That's the last place we should be heading to.

- Unless you brought your passport and marriage certificate with you

then I'm going to need you to find evidence to prove who you are.

- And the rest of my family?

- There's no way they're all getting out.

Haven't you seen?

They're saying that Owen threw the first bottle.

Owen started the riot.

- No. - Thea!

People died. Wake up to what is happening.

They're all going to have to stay and face the consequences.

You can get to me.

We are your family now.

Me and Rhys.

- DOOR BANGS

DOOR CREAKS

- What?

- Nothing.

Look, we have to cross into England to get Rhys.

- The border? Cross the border?

Leave Wales?

To where? Then what?

- Dan hasn't thought that far ahead.

- No, no, look. That's a whole different kettle.

No, I won't let my family risk...

- You're suddenly the head of the family, are you?

What, you're in charge?

- Well, I got the sword, so...

- I think that's checkmate, mate.

- Simon! Simon, please!

Where are those other lot crossing?

- Rumour was Hay on Wye.

Yonder north.

I can give you a name of a place.

There's a rather lovely van outside.

- Thea, wait!

We should rest here tonight!

- We can rest on the road.

Round up whatever food and water you can and let's go.

We can't hang about. - You listen to your mother!

- I say we... - No!

I know you're the big Queen Bee back home in Port Talbot, Mam,

but your superpowers don't work out here.

I'm in charge now.

OK?

- Well, I was only saying, you know?

It's not safe to drive when you're so tired.

You'll make a mistake and you'll get us caught.

You think of Rhys.

- BELL TOLLS

OWEN GASPS

- Owen! Hey!

- GASPING CONTINUES

- Look. Look.

It's OK. Breathe.

It's OK. It's OK. Just breathe.

- Oh, fuck, Owen!

Oh, shit!

SIREN WAILS

Fucking hell.

- Don't come any closer.

You keep away from us.

Just walk away.

You ain't getting my boy!

You leave him, right?

- Where the hell is Dad?! - Left us.

Coward.

- OK, you lot!

This is a verbal warning, so breathe!

- Please, please, just take it all back.

It's all here. Please, please, just take it.

- TASER CLICKS

- Thea?! What the hell?

- OWEN GROANS - Owen, you are all right, love?

- You should forget about this one.

He's going away for a time, OK?

Come on. Fuck sake.

For God's sake, Owen.

- Owen! - Get in the house, Mam!

- What did you do that for, you...bitch!

- Why do you think, idiot?

I want you to live.

- OK.

- Come on, guys. Let's go.

Come on.

Go! Go on! Go!

- Please!

Could you call a number if I give it to you?

My wife!

BELL TOLLS

- This is the place he said?

- Well, this isn't creepy.

- Let's try up here.

- DOORBELL CHIMES

- Hello?

- Oh.

Hello?

Er, we're not meant to be...

..accepting customers at the moment.

I think I'm advised to suggest that you return home.

- We, er...

It's just we heard something.

About this place.

- Did you now?

And what did you hear?

- There's someone here!

- Oh!

- Ah! - Hands up!

Put your hands up!

- We were told this was a place for safe passage.

We're just regular people.

We're just trying to get across the border.

Please?

- Whilst the authorities can't control the whole border,

they are covering the main roads across the line...

..of Offa's Dyke. - Offa's what?

- Offa's Dyke is a kind of medieval earthy mound

across the border of what was the Kingdom of Powys,

either to keep the Welsh out of England

or the English out of Wales.

- We have more success getting stowaways

out using the back roads to the east of here.

To warn, there are a number of vigilante patrols

doing their patriotic duty, keeping you out.

- So, when can we go? We need to go.

- Lekan and his family are next,

along with Mari and her sister.

We could fit in a couple more.

- No, hey! We don't want to make it even more dangerous

by having fugitives with us.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Who he is! It's everywhere!

Those fires he started burned down a shop,

family inside.

The whole country's looking for you, which makes you pretty toxic.

- But, no, wait, I've seen this footage before.

It's been altered. He threw a pole, that's all.

That's a... What are they called?

A deep fake or something?

Please!

If people are after him,

if they're willing to go to this extent,

then we need to get him away.

Where are you going?

- London. - And me and Pearl are going to my daughter's student halls

in Oxford.

- Take this, please, as payment,

to jump ahead of you in the queue? - No, Dee.

That belongs in a museum. - Sod off, Indiana Jones!

- Please, my son is there without me.

That's why we're getting out. Please?

He's four.

He's only four, and I need to be back with him.

I need to be with my little boy.

Please?

- OK. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Can you get us to Cheltenham. - Hang on, Cheltenham?

- My husband said Fiddlers Green?

- Well, that's made up, clearly.

- And beware the Welsh Catcher.

- Welsh Catcher?

- It's a nonsense story, to scare people.

- No, he exists.

We've had people coming back this way, warning of a man.

Some say he's a former SAS.

Or a mercenary.

Now he's working for this Gordius lot.

A maverick, catching as many runaways as possible.

You'll be high up on his list, I'll bet.

- WHISTLING

- Maybe even top.

They say his real name...

..is Hogwood.

- I used to read some of these to you.

- Was there one about a town?

Underwater?

I keep seeing it.

- Yeah, there's lots of stories about drowned towns

and villages in Wales, for some reason.

Some that are actually real, and...

..others imagined.

And quite often the bell of the town...

Bell of the town...

..is still ringing.

- Too many stories.

That's the problem.

What am I missing by not knowing any of them?

- None of my father's bedtime stories were any of these.

They were all historical tales of uprisings

and marches and

the heroic actions of men.

- MUFFLED CHANTING

- Heroes are dangerous things to believe in, boy.

- Oh, my God!

Who's in there?

- You are.

No, no, no, no, I can't do tight...

I can't... - You can!

Come on, get a grip!

- It's a symptom of his withdrawals, the feeling...

- Will you all stop wasting time and get in?!

- OK, OK.

Christ. What the hell is that?

- TYRES SCREECH

- Keep calm.

- Oh, you're British Army?

This isn't an army truck, hence why we...

Do you mind if I ask the nature of your journey today?

- We are repatriating some of the fallen...

..back to the barracks.

- Of course.

We've just been seeing a lot of these

disease-riddled Welshies scuttle over the border here.

Worse than vermin, they are.

Thank you for your service.

- ENGINE RUMBLES

- If they catch you, when they catch you,

you don't mention us, OK?

- One of Dan's contacts should be meeting us in town,

so come on.

And we need to act English.

- Did I really do that?

- No. Stop being weird and let's go.

MUSIC PLAYS

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- Lions and tigers and bears. - Oh, my!

- TANNOY: - Failure to disclose could lead to prosecution.

If you see any suspicious activity or person,

you must come forward.

- That's it. Let's go.

- The safety of your community depends upon it.

See it, say it, stop it.

- SIRENS WAIL

TRUMPETS PLAY

- See it, say it, stop it.

- I don't think I can order.

English accent, I... I don't know.

- I'm not Welsh, I'll go.

- Ah, it's OK.

I'm the man of the family, aren't I?

- Not everything is a family drama.

- Two half pints of lager, please, and a Diet Coke.

There you are.

- Family Driscoll, I'm guessing?

- You're Dan's...

..old friend?

- I've been an analyst at GCHQ for about eight years now,

but I'm also a native, like you.

Which makes me a little worried about what's going to happen

to us here, this side of the border.

I should probably keep my head down, but "first they came for",

and all that. - That's really why you're helping Dan?

No other reason.

I'm just...

Well, I'm just asking.

- We've kept in touch since uni, that's all.

- Oh, have you. - Oh, for fuck's sake, Thea!

- He said you need ID.

Photos, marriage certificates?

This is the best I could pull from whatever we have on you.

You'll have to trawl through it.

Needless to say, if you get caught and get asked,

as a government employee, I'd be in big trouble.

- You keep, what, all our emails and voicemails and everything?

- Yeah, we bulk collect -

emails, DMs, photos, angry texts.

And cocks. There's a lot of cocks. - You'll have a few of mine, then.

- Owen! - W-What is this?

I mean, we're here for Rhys, aren't we?

That's all. What's all this?

- Oh, Dan said you were hoping to get to him in Germany.

- Germany?! - Sh!

Just an option. If we need to get off this hell island

that wants him locked up.

- Well, not just him.

You're kidding, right? - No, what?

- You're the Driscolls.

Highest grade targets?

Inspiring copycat uprisings up and down the country?

- No, no. No, we're not inspiring anything,

because we didn't do anything.

- What? You're the notorious family, the first to get out.

Thea, the insider who helped her brother escape.

Dee, your inciting speeches that have gone viral.

And then there's the son of Port Talbot's most famous class warrior

who must've stoked the marches

that led to his son, Owen, throwing that first proverbial stone.

I mean, boy do they want to discredit you.

And man, do they want you back!

- But I am not on a list?

I can go at any time?

- The other thing, of course, is if you actually do get to Europe,

there's no guarantee they'll let you claim residence.

I mean, Thea, you'll be OK cos of your marriage to Dan,

but the rest of you...

I'm sorry, you might have to take your chances claiming asylum.

As refugees.

Of course, it would be easier, you know, if you were

one singular family unit,

in the full legal sense.

- We are one family unit.

- Yeah, but I mean biologically speaking.

Sorry if that's insensitive.

You know what I mean.

From your birth certificates, they're going to know...

- No, don't... - W...?

- I don't under...

- What are you talking about?

- I think just a misunderstanding.

- Oh, shit.

Yeah, sorry. T-That's my mistake.

- Hold on. What, we're...?

What, we're not a family? - No, we are a family.

Don't ever doubt that. - So what are we going to find on here?

- Er, I can actually take that...

Dad?

- He is your dad.

He is, OK?

- Yeah, I am your dad.

I am.

It...

Shit, not now.

Oh, not now.

I am.

I am. Just...

You know, like, technically...

Genetically or...

See, I...

I'm not your biological father.

I realise this is not the best time to bring this up.

I knew it! I knew you weren't...! - Shush! Sit down!

- No. Sorry, mate.

I'm your father, 100%.

You don't get off that easy.

- Is this happening?

This isn't happening.

You...?

You're not my...?

Because why?

Because what, you had a...?

You shagged someone else? What?

- We worked it out.

I worked it out in my own...

I...

I wanted to stay, to step up...

- Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! I can't...

DISTANT SHOUTING

- Oh, shit. OK, I'd better...

This phone will unlock a rental car on the street behind the pub.

OK?

Go!

- Go home! You shouldn't bloody be here!

- Get down!

- Don't touch him! - Get out of here!

- No!

- Get back! Stay where you are!

Stay where you are!

- You get your hands off him.

- TANNOY: ..suspicious activity or person,

you must come forward.

The safety of your community depends upon it.

- The Welsh Catcher.

- Don't you touch him!

- This is insane.

It's insane.

What's happening? What do we do now?

- Hands behind your back.

- That's my child. Let him go, that's my child!

No! No! Please, that's my child! Please!

No!

- Wait, what are we doing?

We can't leave here, Rhys is coming!

- We have to! Unlock the car!

- No, who even are you?

Why would I leave with any of you

when the only thing I know for sure is I have a son

and he's on his way?

Give that back! - Get in!

- Dad, just stop! - This way.

- We have to stop!

- Shut up! - We need distance, time to think.

- Are we not going to talk about... - No, no, listen. - What?

- Thea, we will get Rhys.

No-one is leaving anyone behind, I promise.

- No, no, I'm getting out! - Thea, enough!

We can't go that way.

There's a roadblock.

We'll have to go cross-country.

Anyone have any idea where we can lay low this side of the border?

- All right, fine.

We'll go to hers!

But I am not happy about it.

Shit.

- Strap in, everybody!