Dad! Dad!
Dad, what's happening? Dad, what's happening?
Hey, it's okay. It's alright. It's alright.
It's just a spasm, is all.
I'll go and get Gareth.
Professor Stewart Owens,
husband of esteemed Judge Owens,
involved in controversial medical ethics row.
♪ Cold ♪
♪ This wind is cold ♪
♪ It keeps on blowing strong ♪
♪ All along ♪
♪ Baby, it will carry me ♪
♪ And carry me back home ♪
♪ Rain ♪
♪ Wash this feeling away ♪
♪ Cause it keeps on holding on ♪
♪ Holding on ♪
♪ Maybe if I keep standing I'll learn how to stay ♪
What you hiding in there?
I see you. Right, guys, listen up.
Now, me and your Dad, we're gonna try mediation again today.
Try and sort things out a bit.
So, I need us to be a team.
Hmm?
Alys?
A team.
Team Howells, okay?
Yes. Okay.
Will we have to move? No.
No, no, no, no. Your dad's promised
that, um, we can stay here
until you're all grown up.
Then what?
Megs, we'll just wait and see.
-Okay, darling? -I don't want to move.
-I like it here. -It's just a house.
Team Howells!
Who were you talking to last night?
Mike Taylor. He's a client.
Odd time to come around.
I know. He came round to sack me.
The kid in hospital's dad?
Yeah, his name is Osian.
Yeah.
Favorite's coming up.
Are you ready?
Are you -- Don't give me those eyes.
He's disgusting.
I could never have kids.
Hey, don't listen.
I think you're beautiful.
Hello!
Well, this is a nice surprise.
I can't remember the last time I was invited out for breakfast.
I've already ordered.
Salmon and eggs. Is that okay?
Lovely. Thanks.
I wanted to talk about Faith.
I'm really worried about her, Lisa.
I'm just thinking if I can understand what's going on,
maybe I can help her to face things.
Well, she's --
she's not yours anymore, is she, Evan?
No.
What do you know about her mum?
Nothing.
And she's, um...seeing Steve Baldini, now, then?
Oh, this --
This isn't fair.
Evan, I'm not... I'm not going there.
-Alright, no way. -I can't bear to lose her.
You lost her years ago, Evan.
Don't you remember all the things
you've done to her?
Excuse me, I've got to go.
It's a shame too.
Looks delicious.
Right, I'm in a rush.
The break in at the gym on Monday.
Williams is trying to blame me for it.
Yeah, I know. You told me.
Will you back me up on it?
Any reason I should?
I owed you mother a couple of favors.
Oh, this day is just...
getting better and better.
She made me do the job for her --
collection.
Made you?
Mm.
Caught me at a bad time. I was broke.
I need to keep a home for Angie.
Steve...
Just stay away from her.
Please, Steve.
♪ Hmm, mm, mm, hmm, mm ♪
♪ Hmm, mm, mm ♪
Rose!
Steve!
-Rose what's wrong?
Is it your chest?
Pacemaker playing up.
It'll right itself in a min--
Jesus, what was that?
Jump-start.
Can you believe it?
It's like bloody Lazarus.
Come on. We need to get you some help.
I've got another job for you, Steve.
Yeah, well, that's gonna have to wait.
There's something I need you to take care of.
Yeah, well, let's keep you above ground first, shall we?
-Yeah. -Come on.
Come on.
Oh.
Okay. -Thanks.
Oh, dear.
It's a good thing you were so near.
-Yeah, come on. -I've just got to get my coat.
-Okay, you alright? -Yes, I'm fine now.
-Okay. -Oh, dear.
Comfortable? You sure?
When you gonna stop being like an old woman?
Here you are, water.
Just go to court. I'll be -- I'll be fine.
I don't have to, Osh. It's just a preliminary.
Do I have to make all the decisions for you?
Go on.
You sound like your mother.
Faith's pretty special, isn't she?
Yeah.
She is.
So, do you think she'll win?
Um...
Look.
I decided it's probably best
not to have her speak for me in court.
You want to send your toughest wrestler in
to fight, don't you?
Cerys will do a good job.
-See you later. -Huh?
It's not that I don't trust Faith.
It's just that she's never been very open about her family.
We're meant to be talking about the future, not the past.
Except your mother has chosen this week
to reappear after 25 years.
Nothing to do with me, as well you know.
You also know that I've told her
-to stay away from us. -That doesn't explain
the coincidence, though, does it?
Can we please stick to practicalities, please?
I want you to have contact with the children,
but how is it going to work?
You said that you were gonna get a proper job.
I am. Soon. When?
Very soon. And a place of my own.
And then, when you find somebody new,
are you still gonna want the children
for the next 15 years for half of the time?
That is a valid consideration.
No, it isn't, because that's not gonna happen.
Have the two of you thought about having
a temporary arrangement until Evan
is established in his own home?
Suits me.
Can we have a moment alone, please?
I'll be outside.
It seems to me, Faith, there's only one way we can...
give the kids what they deserve.
-I love you. -Stop it.
-I remember us. -Stop it, I said!
Any point me being here now, because I could be helping
-a dying child. -Don't you remember us?
There we are.
-Alright? -Yeah.
This futon.
Thanks.
-Want this? No, no, no.
Mrs. Fairchild?
-Miss. -Of course.
-And are you her son? -No. I'm just a friend.
Just my friend.
Okay. I'll be right back.
And we'll start with an ECG.
I suppose I might die.
I always swore I'd rather drown
than let it be in one of these places.
-I'll be outside. -Steve.
The police have been all over that gym.
You be careful -- for both our sakes.
Get you comfortable.
Nothing to worry about. We go in there.
She talks you through tomorrow and then we get out of here.
Okay?
Right. It's all under control.
It's just a pre-trial.
-Did you talk to him? Yeah, he's a mess.
Alright. Do you blame him?
Now's not the time, okay. We're on in three minutes.
-So... Yeah.
Can I talk to him?
No. -No. Alright.
Right, Faith. Faith, you care.
I get it.
But please, kid gloves.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'll see you in the office.
I'm staying.
Okay, fine.
Here we are then.
Mr Taylor, this is an informal meeting in chambers.
And its purpose is simply for me to set out the way forward
following my chat with Osian yesterday.
You heard our conversation.
And I'm sure you've read
the Cafcass officer's report carefully.
♪ I ♪
♪ I know it's hard ♪
♪ It's breaking your heart ♪
♪ But I'm not so fragile ♪
♪ That I ♪
♪ Will fall apart ♪
♪ I know that it hurts ♪
♪ But trust me, life can be much worse ♪
♪ And, oh, I've been loved ♪
♪ And that will always be enough ♪
♪ Be enough for me ♪
♪ But won't you please ♪
♪ Let me live ♪
♪ But keep a light on for me ♪
♪ So, as the time fades ♪
♪ I will be brave ♪
♪ And I'll build a wall around me ♪
♪ So, I won't see ♪
♪ The people I need ♪
♪ But you won't you still remember please ♪
♪ That, oh, how I've been loved ♪
♪ And that will always be enough ♪
♪ Be enough ♪
Despite Osian's undoubted intelligence,
A layman of whatever age would struggle
to weigh the complexities of this case.
I, therefore, propose to spare Osian
the ordeal of giving evidence.
Live evidence at trial will therefore be confined
to that of Professor Rhys and the applicant's expert.
Your Ladyship.
Mr. Taylor is with Osian around the clock.
He has no reason to believe
that answering a few questions on video link
would distress him.
I've given my ruling, Ms. Jones.
Given that time is of the essence,
I'm willing to hear this matter over the weekend.
Are there any objections to doing this on a Saturday?
-No. Good.
10:00 tomorrow morning.
Mike, can I have a word?
Hearing's tomorrow. They won't be calling on Osian.
Surprise, surprise!
Got the articles you sent me.
So, her late husband was a pediatrician in that case.
Yeah, well she listened to a doctor.
Right, Osian might only be conscious for another week.
Faith, we haven't got time to fanny about, alright?
Well, we challenge it.
Aren't you supposed to be fetching Megan?
Doctor, it's in the diary.
Get it together Faith.
Come on, Angie. Let's go.
Any progress?
Waste of time.
Well, did you drop your demand for 50/50?
No.
Do you think it might be an idea?
How else are you gonna reach a compromise?
Maybe you should have this conversation with Faith.
Evan, I'm serious.
Things can't carry on like this.
I've got a few calls to make.
He is so pig-headed, I could strangle him, honestly.
Maybe you should try and detach, let him get on with it.
There's nothing I'd like more, except he brings it all here.
Then maybe it's time.
Time for what?
What are you afraid of, Tom?
That he'll do something stupid?
He's done it before.
And it's holding you hostage --
and everyone else.
No.
No, I can't do that. He's my son.
You're being weak, Tom, and it's making him worse.
Either you tell him or I will.
What's it to be?
35 definites and 40 maybes.
Jeez, who are all these people?
Hey!
You seen how many people is coming?
It's crazy.
What you started, Alys?
Do you think we'll be on the news?
-Probably. Sick.
We'll be famous.
We're gonna be late for the bus. Let's go.
That all looks healthy.
Anymore headaches?
No.
You sure?
Yes.
Arm?
Yeah, still there.
Alright, clever clogs.
You get some rest.
Alright. How is he?
He's had some more meds.
They'll make him drowsy. You'll notice him sleeping more.
Alright.
There'll be a decision tomorrow.
Hey.
Alright, matey.
Hi.
These drugs are weird.
I keep thinking Mum's here.
Have these anxious feelings been getting worse?
At home?
Or at school?
School, mostly.
And you feel panicky?
Sick?
Can you talk to your mum about it?
Sometimes.
Maybe Megs and I should have
a very quick chat by ourselves?
We all know each other. It's up to you.
Okay, babe.
-Faith. J-Julie.
Listen, I know that I shouldn't be asking this but, um...
how do you -- how do you feel...
Megs and Alys are dealing with this...
this divorce situation?
You know that I can't discuss this with you.
The girls have got the right to confidentiality
-like everyone else. Yeah, it's just that
me and Evan, we keep going round in circles.
You know and this, uh...
this application for shared custody
is nothing to do with wanting to be with the kids.
It's to punish me, Julie, okay?
And then that means that they're getting hurt.
I have to stop you there, Faith.
I've had a new communication from Evan today
that we'll have to discuss.
It could have serious bearing on matters.
Are you enjoying this?
See you tomorrow.
Quickly.
Alys, come on. We'll find them.
Hurry up.
That goes into our rivers.
Come on.
You're trespassing! Get off my property!
Get back! Get off my farm!
The police are on their way.
It's hard to talk about these things sometimes,
isn't it?
It's best if we can, though.
Hmm?
Do you want to tell me
what it is you can't tell your mum?
I'm worried about her.
Why is that, love?
Sometimes at night, I hear her cry.
She always pretends like everything's okay,
and I know my Dad has done some bad stuff when I was little.
And how does that make you feel?
Let me get you a tissue.
It's okay.
Shut it down! Shut it down!
Get back! Get off my land!
Get off my property!
Lewis.
Lewis! What are you doing?
-We've got to go. -Lewis!
Shut it down! Shut it down!
Alys, come on!
Megan and I had a chat.
And I really think she could do
with a few sessions with a counselor.
We have a great one here.
Okay.
I think you could benefit, too.
Really?
I'm recommending family therapy
for you, Megan, and ideally Alys, too.
I'll let the school know it's all in hand
so it's on the file.
I'll book you in for next week, then?
Shall I?
Mmm-hmm.
Shit.
You're sure it's okay?
Mm-hmm.
No problem at all.
There she is!
About your settlement...
Realistically,
a judge isn't going to give Evan joint custody,
and he must know that, so it must be about money.
If only.
Hmm?
He wants me back.
Yes I know. I know. It's --
Y'know sometimes I think...
I don't think he's not all there, Tom.
Another breakdown?
Well, you know him as well as me.
Anyway, tell me about Judge Owens.
You're a friend of hers. Did she ever have kids?
Uh, I think they lost a child
very young.
Didn't have another.
Right. Right.
What about her late husband?
Stuart.
Uh, he didn't take many prisoners.
Cast a long shadow?
Mm.
Oh, yes, indeed.
-Right. -Thank you.
Who would like an ice cream?
-Yes! -Tom...
-just the one. -Just the one. Just the one.
-Just the one -- 99. -Bye-bye, sweetheart.
Love you.
If it helps, he'll be doing
a lot more sleeping.
He's not in any pain -- -I know what dying looks like.
I watched my wife.
It's peaceful...
till it isn't.
I'm going for a coffee. Do you want to come?
No, thank you.
Look.
If he has this surgery...
if he gets through, but...
he's damaged...
How bad?
He could be paralyzed to varying degrees.
Or worst case, on a ventilator, unconscious.
Worst for who?
There's no right answer, Mike.
I'm around if you need me.
What did they say?
It seems you may have saved my life.
Faulty pacemaker doing its best to kill me.
I've been reprogrammed.
Told you to take it easy, did they?
Yeah, and I told them I'd rather be dead.
She has a client in the hospital.
A kid with cancer.
My daughter talks to Alys.
You are in love with her, aren't you?
Course you are.
She's magnetic.
I'm gonna catch a cab.
You're gonna do that job I gave you.
Rose, I agreed to do one collection.
And somewhere in this hospital,
there's an innocent girl in a coma.
-Mind how you go. -Mm-hmm.
Hey.
Someone's brought you a present.
Oh, I was asleep.
"To Osian.
Hope you're allowed these.
All my love.
Faith."
You still glad you sacked her?
-Faith's on her way.
Doesn't sound too chuffed.
You've got my kid, Angie Baldini.
Listen, pal, I don't think, uh,
Alys and Angie are good news for each other at the moment.
Maybe you should, uh, consider keeping them apart for a bit.
Yeah, when my mum dies, I'll give you a job, okay.
-You still got a Mum? -No.
Door's open. Come around.
-What is this, a joke? -Farm worker got a kicking.
Yeah, they're just two young girls. They would --
They seem to be trouble together.
Like their parents.
They're in here.
I'll be back in a minute.
You pleased with yourselves?
It was nothing to do with us.
No school.
No exams. No job.
Is that what you want?
Huh?
A dead end life because of some stupid bloody protest?
-It wasn't stupid. -Shut up, Alys,
and listen to me.
Your family's in enough of a mess without you adding to it.
Dad, please!
You're idiots.
Both of you.
-What have they done now? Demo got out of hand.
Rent-a-mob turned up. They're not being charged.
-Faith. -Mm?
Your mum's sick.
It's her heart.
Mrs. Howells?
Can I have a word?
Uh, would you mind telling me where you were
late on Monday evening?
Home.
Alone?
Kids were there.
And Steve.
How long was he with you, exactly?
Uh, around 9:00-ish till early next morning.
I'm her father.
I'm entitled to see her, and I'm a lawyer.
Evan, come on. Give the guy a break.
-Come on, Evan. -You, my friend,
are gonna be in a lot of trouble.
Evan, come on. We need to have a chat.
-Sit down. Come on, Evan. -Okay, Arthur.
Right.
Alys?
-What happened? -She's been cautioned.
What for? What did they say?
Did you know she was doing this? Alys you're coming with me.
You can drop her stuff round later.
Did I encourage our child
-to break the law... Stop. Stop. Stop!
-I'm going with Dad. Alys! Alys!
You, you Evan. That is it.
You are not having Megs and Rhodri this weekend.
-That is it. -Oh, yeah.
On whose advice? Steve's?
You know what, Faith, you can drop the 50/50.
You're not fit to look after them.
I want sole custody.
I wish you had drowned.
He's bluffing.
Babes, he wouldn't go through with it.
Can you just, please. Let me -- Let me talk to him.
No, there's no point. It'll do no good.
I'll go.
Tom. Faith about?
Come in. -Hello. Hello, everyone.
Hello. Hiya. Good girl.
Hey, um, Megs.
Have a look at this, right. Come here.
Saw this on YouTube.
It's a parrot can do sums.
It's hilarious.
-Drink? -No, no, thanks, no.
I heard about Alys.
She is a teenager.
Yes, I know, I know.
And Evan understands that, too.
The last thing he wants is to make things harder
than they are.
You still doing his dirty work for him, Tom?
You will never learn.
Why don't I take these two over to Marion's.
Get things back to normal.
I'll get their stuff.
What have we got here then?
Look at this. Hey, is that an Action Man?
Wow, your daddy had one of these.
Look.
Oh, babes.
You can't stay out here, it's freezing, man.
Listen, I'm, um...
I'm gonna have to head off, alright?
I've -- I've got a meeting.
Well, actually, it's -- Um, it's...
-Yeah, it's a WI meeting. -WI?
Yeah. Um, my -- my -- my neighbor, you know,
-Mrs, um ...ing. Mrs. Thing?
Mm.
Well, um, send Mrs Thing my love.
Yeah, I w-- I will.
Yeah. See you, babes.
Bye, babe.
Just gonna fill the generator, okay?
'Kay.
-Shit!
Oh, God.
Faith.
Sorry.
Didn't know it was you.
Do you want to come in?
Uh...
how long have you known Rose?
12 years.
Did a job for her and...
it just became a regular thing.
And you knew that she was my mother?
Uh, not till after Evan was in prison.
She mentioned him, and I began to wonder.
You still didn't say anything to me?
I thought you must have your reasons.
I had no idea what went on between the two of you.
It's in the past, and it's staying there, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Faith, I need you to know
that ever since I met you at court
and you believed in me,
there's not been a day,
nor an hour go by...
I told Williams you were with me until dawn.
Thank you.
Dad?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Cerys, what is it?
Mike just called.
Oh, no. Please, no.
He wants you back on the case, Faith.
Exceptional weekend hearing.
Don't tell me you're hung over.
Just my luck.
Stop it!
-Are you with a man? Uh, yes. Yes, I am.
So, what am I gonna tell him? Are you in?
-Uh, yeah. Of course, yeah. Right.
Get your arse in gear. See you at court.
I'll bring breakfast.
Ooh!
So, Mike, we've got our witness
Professor Wynn coming in.
She'll tell it as it is.
Faith, uh...
Osian says thanks for the card.
He, um...
He hasn't had many.
Most people don't know what to say.
That's never been her problem. Let's go.
Yes.
Numbers show something like a 1% or 2% chance of success,
in an advanced case, such as this.
But if the alternative is death,
it's worth having.
So, Professor Wynn,
the decision whether to take the risk
is almost a matter of conscience for the individual surgeon?
Yes.
Put bluntly, is the prospect of killing
a patient on the operating table
something some surgeons handle better than others?
Undoubtedly.
And from your experience of working with Professor Rhys,
where would you place him on the scale of risk takers?
At the high end of cautious.
Thank you.
Do we have to?
Oh, come on, Alys. We're having fun.
I'm not having fun.
Thanks, Megs. Just there.
Good girl.
Hello, Mr. Neale?
Hello, it's Tom Howells here.
Um, I was just wondering whether we could have a word
about your right of way.
Maybe we could discuss re-routing it?
Hey, Dad!
Yes, no. Mansell Home's wouldn't pay that, no.
Why don't we, um, discuss further on Monday.
Hello?
Come on. Got your favorite sausages.
Ooh, good, good, good, good.
Come on then, kids, give me a hand.
Ooh, someone's taking after her grandmother.
Tell me about it.
Where's Rhodri?
Oh, um, at home, cooking with Mamgu.
Oh, that's nice.
Hey, what's that?
That's good.
The tumor is now pressing hard against the brain stem.
We would have to enter through the soft palate
at the back of the mouth with a gamma knife.
The damage caused involved in removing it
would be somewhere between catastrophic and terminal.
What is the very best outcome you could envisage?
Major paralysis, sensory and cognitive loss.
He wouldn't be the same person.
Thank you.
Professor, would it be fair to say
that even if surgery were a success,
Osian's inevitable death would be far more unpleasant
than that which he would experience otherwise?
Yes.
Without doubt.
Thank you.
Ms. Jones?
Let me take this.
Professor Rhys...
are tumors such as this
sometimes operated upon successfully?
Extremely rarely.
And is that a reason not to try?
Doctors swear an oath to do no harm.
Operating would do far more harm than good.
But Osian wants the operation.
I've already ruled on that issue, Mrs. Howells.
Osian's opinion is not evidence.
Well, let's suppose that the surgery went badly,
what would be the consequences for the hospital?
That's not a relevant consideration.
You don't take into consideration
the potential cost of keeping somebody alive
for months, maybe years even, you know, on a ventilator?
Absolutely not.
Well, please allow me to quote to you
from a 2015 paper you co-authored
with her Ladyship's late husband,
amongst others.
"When assessing the viability of pre-term infants,
many factors, including available physical
and financial resources must be considered."
Professor Rhys?
Unfortunately, Osian's tumor will kill him.
There is nothing I can do to prevent that.
Will that be all, Mrs. Howells?
Then we'll rise for a brief adjournment
before I hear final submissions.
Brevity would be appreciated.
All rise!
Have you had any more thoughts since we last spoke?
You know, about Faith?
I know she doesn't have any respect for me.
I don't blame her.
I don't even have a place of my own.
Oh, you'll sort that out soon, I'm sure.
I was hoping you might be able to help me, actually.
Just a small loan
towards a deposit.
I'm going for a walk.
Okay. Don't be long.
Foods nearly ready, alright.
You got your phone with you?
No, I, uh... I threw it in the sea.
Sorry.
All this isn't helping her, either.
Poor dab.
A loan on top of everything else?
I'll pay it back. -What with?
I'll put some more land deals together.
I've got some good leads.
Really good.
No.
There's no kind way of saying this.
But it's kindly meant.
You need to find your own way now.
I want you to leave Howells.
And get a position somewhere else.
Where? Who --
Who's going to employ a man who's been to jail?
It's for the best for all of us.
You know what she'll do, don't you?
She'll shack up with him.
Baldini.
I will not let my kids be brought up by that man.
Please, Evan, try and be rational.
You want me out, fine.
I'll go.
Look after Megs for me, will you.
Don't burn the sausages.
I have tried hard to find any basis
other than unfounded hope
on which to support the applicant's request.
I cannot.
I, therefore, find that Osian's welfare
is best served by his medical team here,
managing his condition as best they can
by any other means
at their disposal.
Please be assured, Mrs. Howells,
there is nothing you could have said
that would have persuaded me otherwise.
No order as to costs.
All rise.
Look, Mike. Professor Wynn thinks
we've got grounds for an appeal, okay.
We can get an emergency application.
Can I speak to Osian?
-Please, I can explain. -It's over.
♪ I ♪
♪ I know it's hard ♪
♪ It's breaking your heart ♪
♪ But I'm not so fragile ♪
♪ That I will fall apart ♪
Who is that Dad?
It's probably someone about a bike.
-Put the kettle on, love.
Evan.
How's Alys?
Told you I gave her an earful, did she?
I told you to stay away from Faith.
She's a free woman.
She can do what she likes.
You've been sleeping with her!
Haven't you?
You got a problem with that?
You...
Go home, Evan.
She's gone.
Deal with it.
-How long has she been gone? A few hours or so.
I thought she was with Evan.
God's sake, Tom.
Uh...
-Have you tried calling her? -It goes to voicemail.
Where did Evan go? -I don't know.
Right, well, uh, stay where you are.
Keep your phone on, and I'll go and have a look for her.
Alright? Yes. Bye-bye.
Shit! Shit! Bollocks! Shit!
Not today. Not today.
You're Alys, aren't you?
My name's Rose.
I'm your grandmother.
♪ We cannot go back go the silence ♪
♪ It won't get better, it won't get better ♪
♪ We ran out of hope when the walls came down ♪
♪ Buried us beneath the rubble so we could never be found ♪
♪ And after all the fire comes the sirens ♪
♪ It won't get better, it won't get better ♪
♪ All we are strangers in the same old...spaces♪
♪ Just to sea of the empty faces in a tidal wave ♪
♪ We cannot go back to forever ♪
♪ 'Cause it won't get better ♪