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Owen, let me talk
to you. Come on.

Don't do that,
Owen. Talk to me!

Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in here.

Oh, I got you. I got you.

I'm just worried about Gwen
selling to these people.

What makes you think
she's going to?

We share an access
road, drainage.

There's two streams
across our farms.

- I'm vulnerable.
- To what?

To dirty tricks, getting
forced out, choked off.

You think I'm being
paranoid, don't you?

Dad, remember Scott
from the other day?

Oh, yeah, of course.

You're dressed very smart
for a man on holiday.

I was seeing a client down here.

Ah, right.

What is your line of business,
if you don't mind me asking?

- Finance.
- Ah.

I would like to
accept your offer.

Oh, great.

Pavel said it's
you and your son.

Yeah, Johnny. That's right.

Could you... could
you do me a favor?

Could you look
after this for me?

I'll owe you.

It's the bloody cleaner,
Eva... it has to be.

Talk about the most obvious
place to stash something.

Give him a fucking break, Rhys.

For now, let's not
panic, all right?

Let's not start
pointing fingers.

There is something you
can do for me, actually.

Could you take
this to the Raglan?

There's drugs in here?

It's just a bit of weed, Johnny.

Look, if you're caught...
and you won't be...

just say a guest
left it at the pub.

You're returning it, all right?

Easy.

It's for a guy called Dan.
Works behind reception.

Dan?

Yeah, that's me.

It's from Rhys.

Right you are.

Grab yourself a can if you want.

Sorry they're not colder.

Oi.

No, it's okay. It's fine.

For your trouble.

Get yourself some RAM or
an SSD card or something.

How did you know
I was into gaming?

Cheers. Thank you, Dan.

♪ You and me

♪ The wind in your hair

♪ You move me, baby,
time and again ♪

♪ You got me like a
cat on the street ♪

♪ You know that you
got a hold on me ♪

♪ You know that you
got a hold on me ♪

♪ Got a hold on me

♪ You know that you
got a hold on me ♪

- ♪ Yeah - ♪ Give
me everything

♪ Everything I want to see

♪ You know that you
got a hold on me ♪

Booze has arrived.

Can I help you?

Oh, sorry.

I'm a bit of a trainspotter
when it comes to Land Rovers.

That is one mixed
metaphor, my friend.

Yeah, it is a bit.

Yeah, as well as being
complete bullshit.

What's your interest in my farm?

- What?
- Bron Haul farm in Lye Valley.

You and your mates have
been flying drones over it,

and I want to know why.

Are you feeling all right?

If you want to come
up and have a look

and see how we sow our crops
and treat the livestock,

I'd be game.

Seriously.

Well, that is a very kind
offer, but I've no...

I saw you, okay, collecting
the drone in this Land Rover.

So let's just have an honest
conversation, shall we?

If we had a drone... if...

we'd be flying low
over Palisades,

not your two-bit farm.

You wanted honest.

Everything okay, Robin?

Caleb?

- What's going on, babe?
- Uh, he's my brother.

Here, I'll be in in a sec.

Okay.

Well, that's a bit
fraternizing with the enemy,

- isn't it?
- I work for Palisades.

They don't own me.

No, but they do pay your wages.

And if I lose my job, how
is that your problem, again?

It's not. You're right.

What are you doing here, Nathan?

Robin will fill you in.

- All right.
- What is that?

Used to be a nice
place, the Raglan.

Used to have a restaurant
and everything.

Me husband liked
the prawn cocktail.

Sometimes he'd order
two instead of a main.

You're wondering, isn't
you, what I'm gonna do?

No, I mean, I haven't
done anything.

But I told you... someone
left their bag at the pub.

I was just returning it.

Try again.

And this time, don't
insult my intelligence.

Let me off, give me a warning.

"Warning"?

Right, I see.

The thing about a warning is,

it only works if the
person acknowledges what

they've done wrong, owns it.

Otherwise, it's a mug's game.

Otherwise, history just
repeats itself, right?

I suppose I shouldn't
take a bag without knowing

what was in it.

That's a start.

Who gave it to you?

Tell you what... I'll
say a name and you nod.

Rhys, Rhys Simpson?

I'm sorry.

All right. Play it your way.

But if you think he'd
cross the road to help you,

then you're even more
stupid than I thought.

I work on a 2-strike basis.

I've never seen you
up there before,

and I never want to
see you up there again.

- Understood?
- Yes.

No, you won't.

Thank you.

Don't forget your bike.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

Next time, I'll come down
on you like a ton of bricks.

All right. I'm sorry.

Where'd you get to?

Rhys's. Just gaming.

It was a ranked match.

Have you been out?

Yeah, I just popped
to see Caleb.

- Something urgent?
- No, no.

Why?

Well, it's late, that's all.

Oh.

You eaten? Some of
Eva's stew left.

Oh, no, I'm not
hungry. Thanks.

You and Caleb... you're
speaking again, then?

Well, we never weren't speaking.

But I-I can't get into it now.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Look, I know sometimes
he drops in here

when I'm not around and
makes himself at home.

Well, it's his
house, too, isn't it?

What? It's not
his bloody house.

- Is that what he told you?
- No, I just...

- I thought it was, no?
- No.

He sold his share in
the farm years ago.

Right.

So for the avoidance of
doubt, as the lawyers say,

this farm is ours.

And one day when you have
kids, it'll be theirs,

forever and ever, amen, okay?

- Okay.
- Yeah.

You were saying when
Caleb comes round

- and you're not here...
- Ah, no, it doesn't matter.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure. Come on, now.

It's a school
night. Get to bed.

You all right?

This is Caleb.
Leave a message.

Or don't. Up to you.

Listen, uh, it's me.

I think we need to
clear the air a bit.

Um, you're right.

It's none of my business
what you get up to.

And, um, anyway,

give us a call
when you get this,

and we'll fix something up.

Johnny.

Rhys wants a word.

He's by the gym now.

Johnny, please.

- You all right, Johnny?
- Rhys.

So you met Dan, then?

He's a good bloke,
isn't he? Sound?

Yeah, he's... he's nice.

Yeah.

The thing is, I've got him
into a load of trouble.

Well, we have.

What do you mean?

That package you lost, he
was supposed to deliver it.

Now he's getting a lot of
heat, a lot of blowback.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Now, look, I-I just want
to help him any way I can.

I'm sure you feel the same.

Yeah.

Of course.

See, mate? I knew
you'd say that.

Hey, I knew I
could count on you.

Right, well, he's
had to go to Newport

to mend the fences, so he
needs us to fill in for him,

hold the fort.

No.

What?

I'm not doing anything, okay?

I'm really sorry and everything.

I-I want to help the bloke out.

It's just a few
deliveries, mate,

while he clears up our mess.

Oh, shit.

I'll make it up to you, Rhys.

I promise I will.

Call me later, okay?

After school.

I got to go.

- I'm... I'm sorry.
- Yeah.

If I got it back, it
would solve everything.

But you don't know
it's the cleaner.

There's no one else it could be.

So confront her. Call her out.

I can't.

You know, not without proof.

Well, look, she's probably
shifted it by now, anyway.

Sold it, used it.

So what am I supposed
to do, Sadie?

Look, maybe just
help Rhys out tonight

and... and then call it quits.

It won't just be
tonight, though, will it?

Well, that's up to
you, isn't it, Johnny?

- Hello, Eva.
- Hi, guys.

I'll be out of your
way in one second.

Oh, take your time.

I have to head over to
Gwen's, feed the chickens,

collect the eggs.

- Hi, Johnny.
- Hiya.

- Everything okay?
- Coursework, apparently.

Right.

Where do you live, by the way?

Avenue Row, the
end of West Ulster.

Oh. Do you like it there?

No, not particularly.

Do you have a partner or family?

What?

I have a son back home.
He lives with my mother.

Oh, that must be tough.

Yes, sometimes.

And how old is he?

He's 10.

- Oh, you must miss him a lot.
- Yes.

It's unfortunate, but I'm here.

Ah, Eva's getting the
eggs ready for market

and doing the orders.

And it's the weekly
clean tomorrow.

Great. Will you thank her?

Yeah, of course I will.

They're keeping me
in a bit longer.

I've got some atrial
fibrillation, apparently.

Ooh, my dad had that.

It's very common.

Yes, that's what they said.

Yeah.

Gwen, love, last time we spoke,
you said you were feeling

overwhelmed by the
burden of the farm,

dealing with it on your own.

- And you said you'd help me.
- Of course.

And I will, gladly.

But I'm thinking
more longer term.

You know, the last
thing I want to do

is to push you into
anything, of course.

But, um, when or if you decide

it's time to sell,

it'd be a shame
to see your place

go the way of the Turner farm...

whatever the hell
they're doing up there.

Oh, I can't think about selling.

Not yet. Not now.

No, I-I only mention
it because...

Everything all right?

Oh, Gethin.

This is my neighbor, Nathan.

- Gethin's my nephew.
- Oh, good to meet you.

Gwen's told me how much
you've done and do for her.

Oh.

Owen was always saying,

thank God Nathan's
down the road.

Well, I best be on my way.

Yeah, I'll walk you out.

Right.

I'll see you later, Gwen.

My aunt, she seemed a bit
distressed when I arrived.

Yeah, I asked about
the future of the farm.

- I shouldn't have.
- Ah.

Oh, mistimed, maybe.

Now, as a solicitor,
I see it a lot...

people struggling with grief,

just unable to focus on the
decisions thrust upon them.

But you help them to
make those decisions,

rather than run away from them.

You can't help
yourselves, can you?

Sorry?

I've handled a
few land disputes.

And, well, you farmers
are all the same.

Expansion's in the blood.

I'm just trying
to survive, mate.

I'm not a sentimental
man, Mr. Williams.

When the time comes, my advice
to my aunt will be simple...

take the best
price on the table.

Jesus.

All right?

Hiya.

You're one of Rhys's
boys, is that it?

What?

Oh, no. No, no, I'm not.

Ah, that's me told there.

I'm Bunny.

Sorry, I didn't catch your name.

It's nice to meet you,
mate. I got to go.

You too, mate. See you later.

Johnny?

Johnny?

What are you doing, Johnny?

I-I thought you had something
that belonged to me.

- Well, I don't.
- I know. I'm so sorry.

Breaking and entering
is a serious crime.

No, no, I wasn't...

Tell me what you are doing here.

I call the police.

I thought you took a
parcel from my room.

Parcel?

Eva, can you...

Please don't tell my dad.

You must be out
of your tiny mind.

You got something to say to Eva?

- He said he's sorry.
- Well, he can say it again.

I'm very sorry.

This package of Rhys's
is drugs, I take it.

Rhys is dealing.

Everyone on the estate knows it.

Right.

Not just grass, it's
coke and heroin.

And where do you fit
into all this, Johnny?

I don't. I-I just...

I didn't know what it was,
and I didn't see the harm.

Oh, so somebody
gives you a package,

they don't say what's in it,

and you think it's
odd or suspicious?

- Look...
- Come on, Johnny.

Okay. I thought it
was weed or something.

So why'd you hang
on to it for him?

'Cause he's my mate!

I thought he was.

I think the more
important question is,

who took it from Johnny's room?

Who knew it was there?

Have you seen any strangers?

Anyone out of place?

Well, there was a bloke
asking after the barn.

Okay.

We haven't used the
barn in two years.

- It was an excuse maybe.
- Maybe.

Name was Scott Foley.

Good memory.

Yeah, I've seen him a
couple of times since.

Thank you, Eva.

- Johnny.
- Thank you very much.

You're lucky she
didn't call the police.

Is that Rhys?

If I can get his parcel
back, right, it's over.

Come on.

Rhys.

Oh, Mr. Williams.

It's about your parcel
that Johnny lost.

I see.

- Yeah, it won't take long.
- Now's not a good time.

What the fucking hell, Sadie?

Watch where you're going.

Now, before I give you this,

I want to make my
terms very clear.

This wipes the slate

for everything Johnny owes
you and you your friendship,

if I can call it that.

From tonight, you have
nothing more to do with him.

Okay?

- We clear?
- How much?

500 quid.

500 quid?

Yeah, add a zero, and
we're square, sure.

What, for a bit of weed?

No chance.

Come on, John.

Jesus, Rhys.

Just fucking tell him, Rhys.

- Shut it.
- Just tell him.

Sadie, look at me.

- What is it, Sadie?
- Look at me!

Is that it?

You bastard.

Open it.

Why? Why would you
do that to me, Rhys?

Because he wanted
you in his debt,

and because he's an asshole.

- Right, have you got anything?
- Now's not the time, mate.

What's he want, a
bit of rugby ball?

Oh, come on, Rhys.
I'm desperate, man.

What I have told you. What
have I fucking told you?

- What are you doing, Rhys?
- Get here.

- No, Rhys, man. Rhys.
- Out!

Please, I need it,
man! Rhys, oh, please.

You don't understand!

Rhys, Rhys, you
don't understand.

I need it, man. Rhys.

- Go! Go!
- Rhys.

Rhys.

Don't you dare. Don't
you fucking dare.

No!

- Dad, stop.
- No!

Go on, then. Do your worst.

You're dead. You are dead!

Dad, leave it.

Come on.

Don't worry.

He'd have stabbed me by
now if he was going to.

Oh, very fucking smart.

Like I don't know
where you live.

Like we can't come for you
any fucking time we want!

Rhys, Rhys!

Let's go, Johnny.

Get off me.

Fucking idiot!

Oh, fuck.

What he said, Rhys...

is bullshit, okay?

He's a bully.

He's all mouth.

Here you go.

Listen, you're in the clear.

Don't squander it.
Don't look back.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Look at me.

Things are gonna get better.

Maybe not today but soon, okay?

And maybe...

maybe give her a
wide berth for a bit.

Ta.

Come through, Jill.

It's Jane.

Yeah.

- We did say 11:00, right?
- We did.

It's one of those
days, I'm afraid.

Go on, sit.

- You got the copy I sent over?
- Yeah.

I had a feeling you'd want
to meet once you'd read.

And a lot more has been
going on at the Raglan since.

How much you reckon
that mobile's worth?

Don't know.

30 quid?

25 to 30 grand.

It's a phone carcass
belonging to a Cardiff dealer.

But the 100 contacts on
there belong to addicts

in the Bridgend area.

It used to be about
overt markets.

Users gathered
around a phone box,

and when the dealer
showed up, we'd pounce.

Yeah, sounds good to me.

But the dealers
aren't coming, Jane.

They're bulk texting,
contact porting,

telling the customers
where and when.

They've adapted.

And dealing's now
a chain-link crime.

In the strictest sense of
the word, it's a conspiracy.

And the only way to stop it is
to mount a counter-conspiracy.

You had me till the
counter-conspiracy.

We have to combat the
whole, not the parts.

It's only then we have a chance
to cut the head off the snake.

"Snake"? I thought
it was a chain.

What are you saying?

We give the dealers a free pass?

Hacking away solo, focusing
on one small section

does more harm than good.

But I have a
responsibility to my town.

No, you have a responsibility
to the chain of command.

And I'm telling you,
in the short term,

to back off.

I'm sorry, you've lost me.

Anything drugs-related
you bring to us,

and we'll decide how to proceed.

That clear enough?

Look, Jane, you've brought
in this Rhys kid twice.

And like all of them, he won't
talk, so the CPS won't bite,

and you have to throw him back.

That's a cycle of futility.

And even if you did
make a charge stick,

he's home in a year with a
phone full of prison contacts

and we're no further
up the chain.

Goodbye, sir.

Your dad's a
fucking prick, mate.

I didn't know he
was gonna do that.

- Well, you didn't stop him.
- I'm sorry.

What was Rhys doing,
making me think

I'd lost his fucking drugs,
making a mess of my head?

- Yeah, it was shit.
- Yeah, but why?

It was a trick, so
you think you owe him.

- When did you know?
- When did I know what?

That he'd taken it back?

He must have gone up to
the farm into my room.

When did you know, Sadie?

I've got to go to
Newport after school,

give Kenny the takings.

Who's Kenny?

Well, why can't Rhys go?

He's getting me back, isn't he?

Because he's short,
for obvious reasons.

He's making you take the flak?

What's he like then, Kenny?

Scary.

So tell him you're
not going, right?

Tell him you don't want
to go, and that's it.

- You're not going.
- It's not that simple.

Why do you think Rhys
got you involved?

- I don't know.
- Crowther's on his case.

Like, one more strike
and Rhys goes down.

And I go into care.

- What about your mum and dad?
- What about 'em?

Dad's not out for another year.

And we don't know about Mum.

Like where she is,
like, anything.

I don't want to go
back in care, Johnny.

Right.

So you just hand over the money.

Yeah?

Does that help with
you being short?

Sadie, look, I'm
coming with you.

You're not going
on your own, right?

No, your dad will freak.
He'll call the police.

No, he won't. He thinks
I'm at swimming. Please.

It would make me feel
better about everything.

Okay?

Good.

- Car ride?
- I'm working.

Yeah, I thought I'd
catch you on your break.

I brought you a
snack. Look, tuna sub.

- Driver's license.
- What?

You come on site,
you need a day pass.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Thank you.

Wait there.

Cheap rubbish.

What exactly is it that they do

here that's so secretive,
apart from torture animals,

- obviously?
- Search me.

Never even been inside.

Mmm.

What?

Well, I'm no psychologist,
but if you were happier

in your work, you wouldn't
be shacked up with Rachel.

Robin.

Sooner or later, word will
get back to Palisades.

How many people are
happy in their work?

You, for instance?

We're not talking about me.

No cucumber.

I thought you weren't a fan.

What are you doing here, Nathan?

How about a change?

How about you come and
work at the farm for a bit?

You know, maybe focus on
security to start with,

CCTV, perimeters and all that.

This about your drone?

Rob said you were
banging on about a drone.

Well, yeah.

Yeah, it'd be good to know
who's so interested in my farm.

Whatever they're paying you,
we could try and match it.

Maybe go a bit
higher if you like.

- I don't like.
- Why not?

Well, let's see, offer me
work on my own property.

It's not your property.
I bought you out.

At well under the market value.

I dispute that.

I didn't know what I was doing.

You were broke.
You knew that much.

- And you took advantage.
- Well, that's funny.

When I had to triple the
mortgage to cover your share,

it really didn't feel like that.

What?

Whenever you do me a favor,
it always feels like there's

something in it for you...

just like Dad.

So what is it this time?

Hmm?

Nathan?

Johnny...

he lost his way a bit.

I thought maybe
spending a bit more time

- with his favorite uncle...
- Lost his way how?

- Doesn't matter.
- Fuck off doesn't matter.

What is it?

Kid he was at school with
tried to get him into dealing.

No way.

I took care of it.

All right, I won't take
up any more of your time.

That kid shows up again,
you let me know, okay?

I didn't take advantage,
not then and not now.

- Aw, shit.
- What?

- It's Bunny.
- Oi.

Came up to me the other
day, just started talking.

What, outside the Whistle Stop?

Yeah.

Did he try and
sell you something?

No.

I've heard he's dealing again.

My brother sort of,
um, took over from him.

How comes he's got the limp?

Um, Kenny did that.

Right, that's good to know.

What did Kenny do to him?

I don't know.

There's things they do when
it's not worth killing you.

- Dad?
- I'm gonna be out for a bit.

But I'll be home before
you're back from swimming.

- All right. Okay.
- Everything all right?

- Yeah, yeah, fine, fine.
- What's that noise?

Oh, we're just in
the changing rooms.

- We just got here.
- All right.

Well, if there's problem
with the minibus...

I'll give you a call.
Yeah, don't worry.

All right, see you later.

You serving food yet?

As long as you like
steak and kidney pie.

Oh, I love it.

That bloke I sent up your
way, is he still here?

- Scott?
- Yeah.

Yeah, with us for
another week, I think.

Oh. Dinner on the
house, then, is it?

Oh.

All right, Scott?

Nathan.

I'll buy you a pint
in the other room.

Ah, kind offer, but
I've got to run.

I thought you were on holiday.

Another time.

Skirrid Mountain Inn.

This is the 18:30 train
to Cardiff Central

calling at Newport Station
and Cardiff Central.

That's him... Kenny.

Who the fuck's this?

Uh, this is Johnny.

♪ I'm going down

♪ To the crossroads

♪ With no devil

♪ Well, I'll make a deal

♪ I'm going down

♪ To the crossroads

♪ With no devil

♪ Well, I'll make a deal

♪ Maybe there ain't no hell