Hurry up, Angie.
I'm doing you some breakfast to go.
Do you want ketchup with this?
Were you out last night?
Uh, yeah, just for a bit.
You know, it's spooky out here by yourself.
Yeah.
Right.
Put that in your bag.
Here you go.
Angie, how would you feel about, uh...
us moving into town
now that you're gonna be spending more time with me?
-Seriously? -Yeah.
You'll be nearer Alys.
And see your friends. What do you think?
That'd be brilliant. When?
Well, I'll start looking today.
And you're sure it was the same red truck?
What time did Baldini leave exactly?
Thanks, Mrs. Lewis.
Thank you.
Hey, Mike.
How's Osian this morning? Okay?
Oh, that's good.
Yeah. Well...
Well, I expect that the Multidisciplinary Team
will be in touch with the hospital's lawyers.
And they'll plan the surgery.
Yeah. Well, tell him I'll be in later, now.
Bring him his favorite chocolate.
Bye-bye.
I'll pick you up at lunchtime.
What do you say?
I'm already in big trouble for skipping last week.
Don't worry. I'll call the school.
Alys. See you at 1:00.
Come on. We're gonna be late for the bus.
Big deal.
Who were you on the phone to?
Are you going to sort this custody crap out
with Mum today?
I'm gonna try. Come on.
What happens if she gets together
with someone else?
Like who?
Steve.
She's got more sense.
Come on, we're gonna be late.
♪ Cold ♪
♪ This wind is cold ♪
♪ It keeps on blowing strong ♪
♪ On and on ♪
♪ Maybe it'll carry me ♪
♪ Carry me back home ♪
♪ Rain ♪
♪ Wash this feeling away ♪
♪ 'Cause it keeps on holding on ♪
♪ Holding on ♪
♪ Maybe if I keep still ♪
♪ Then I'll learn how to stay ♪
Coffee.
Thank you.
Have you, uh, won the lottery?
You have not stopped
smiling since you arrived.
What is going on?
-Huh? -Huh?
Where did you stay last night?
-Home. Alone?
No? I bloody knew it!
I knew it. Who?
Come on. Not Mike?
No.
That Breeze, London cop?
He always had a thing for you.
No?
Steve.
Oh, Faith, about bloody time.
Was it him in London then?
No, it couldn't have been.
Don't tell me you've been putting it about, young lady.
There was no one in London.
Not like that anyway. And no.
What's it like?
Must have been a few years for you.
-Huh? -Shut up.
Hey, what do you want me to say
to these surgeons who keep e-mailing?
Tell them thank you, but no thank you.
We're sorted.
We are so sorted.
Hey, Faith,
you're walking with a limp.
Whoo!
Alright.
The Team has reviewed all of Osian's scans and history
in exhaustive detail.
We found nothing to change our terminal diagnosis
and decision to discharge
to palliative care.
I'm so sorry.
-Hang on, but the court -- Yeah,
I'm afraid the tumor is inoperable, Mike.
Look, uh, lawyers are not doctors.
My solicitors have been approached by other surgeons.
Osian's been told it's going ahead.
And if I were you, Mike,
I'd have nothing to do with them.
This is all the proof anyone should need.
I'm really sorry we couldn't do more.
Hey. -I tried calling last night.
You look good, you know.
Do you want the truth?
Mm-hmm.
I feel free for the first time in my life.
Well, that's...
That's wonderful.
Good.
Look, um, about Evan --
we've had to let him go.
His mind wasn't on the work.
He'll find something, I'm sure.
Good luck with the mediation.
Thank you.
Okay.
Bye.
Hey.
Day off?
-Faith. -Save it.
If I can make a plea to make this
as business-like as possible,
this is our very last opportunity.
I would like to suggest a compromise.
Evan and I are gonna have to cooperate
for at least the next 15 years.
So, why don't we ditch the idea
of a formal arrangement
and be led by the kids?
We keep it flexible
and play it by ear,
on trust.
And when you take the kids
to live with your new lover in London?
Where does that leave me?
My what?
The man you spent Sunday night with.
I don't have a lover in London.
What are you talking about, Evan?
Is...
Is this how paranoid you've become?
Could we maybe keep this --
Why don't you tell the truth?
That'd make a nice change.
Were you going to tell me you lost your job?
-Really, if we could just -- I can get another one.
Like you're gonna get your own place.
You've been living with your mother for nearly a year.
So you can stay in the precious bloody house.
Not me, your family. That's who's staying --
Okay. Stop there.
Evan...
could you please respond to Faith's suggestion.
Who is he?
Maybe we're gonna have to leave it up to the judge.
I'm not your possession.
Evan...
I have a right to know what low-life
you're going to foist on our kids.
Low life? Hang on.
It was you dealing drugs, Evan.
It was you who shagged a gangster.
And you were the one who took it all for granted.
Me, the house,
the job, the kids.
You thought it all just fell out of the sky.
At least that's honest.
Back to who you really are.
Hey.
Oh, hi.
Fancy a game?
Snap?
Uh, rummy?
Go on then.
How do you play that?
Um, do you think it'll be today?
I don't know, sweetheart.
Hi.
Faith, could we...
Yeah.
Osian's being discharged.
Tumor's inoperable.
Mike wants Osian to die in peace.
Right.
What about Osian?
Anybody asked him?
She needs you to give him a sedative.
♪ I, I know it's hard ♪
♪ It's breaking your heart ♪
♪ But I'm not so fragile that I ♪
♪ Will fall apart ♪
Faith?
Faith, are you there?
I just needed to hear your voice.
I love you, Faith.
Stay with me.
I will.
And I love you too.
Mrs. Fairchild, can I help?
Mr. Howells asked me to provide details for my will.
I'm afraid he's busy.
Uh, perhaps we could make an appointment for later?
Maybe Evan Howells is free?
He doesn't work here anymore.
-Oh. -Let me check the diary.
Why don't you take seat.
Would you excuse us, Delyth?
What are you doing here, Mrs. Fairchild?
Providing for my family.
Faith doesn't want anything more to do with you.
And after what she told me, nor do I.
She doesn't know me,
let alone how much I'm worth.
And you know as well as I do,
enough money fixes almost anything.
Faith doesn't need money.
You won't buy her.
What she needs is for you to accept
that your relationship is over.
For good.
You're such a small-town man, Tom.
So worthy.
-Leave now. Oh, I will.
I'll find myself a proper lawyer.
Hello?
Latte. No sugar.
Did I get it right?
I could just write Lewis a letter.
If a woman's gonna succeed, Alys,
she has to learn to stand up to men face to face.
If you don't start now,
you'll end up like your mother.
Walked all over.
What do you say to getting this done,
then hitting the shops?
There's a gorgeous jacket I've got my eye on for you.
Hop in.
Mr. Baldini?
DS Williams.
I'd appreciate a word.
Anyone home?
I've got a warrant
to search for evidence
in the case of that break-in at Cindy's,
Cindy's Gym.
Yeah, could you get him to call me back, please?
Merci.
Hey!
Um, French surgeon.
Dr. Macon.
-State of the art. -Right.
Look, I don't know how you feel about this,
but, um, even if Mike is against it,
Osian can still apply himself to the court
for permission to travel.
Against his father's wishes?
Yeah.
He'd have to persuade the court that, well,
he understood all the risks that were involved.
How would that work?
I could ask Julie in Cafcass to have a word with him.
And if you wanted, then maybe she'd appoint me his lawyer.
But somebody needs to talk to Osian first.
Oh, okay.
Yeah, I'll try.
Okay, thank you. Well, you're gonna have to be quick.
-Alright. Uh, look.
I came to ask about Baldini.
The break-in at the gym.
Right. -Can we pretend
this is the first time we've discussed it?
Uh, don't know what you're talking about.
The gym was owned by Gael Reardon.
Her body was found in the sea.
She'd been stabbed.
I've just come from Steve's place.
His, uh, his truck was there,
but there was no sign of him.
Something didn't feel right.
Has he said anything?
No.
Well, when you speak to him,
can you ask him to call me?
I'd like to eliminate him from our inquiries.
-Oh, I'll go and see Mike now.
Sorry, I've got...
Yes, Faith Howells.
Oh, thank you so much for getting back so quickly.
Hey, Dr. Macon's been on the phone.
He needs Osian's full medical history as soon as possible,
so get in touch with Gareth, okay?
-Where are you going? -I've got to go.
How did mediation go?
It was a shambles, Cer. I hit him.
Steve?
You here?
Steve?
Where is she?
Evan listen, this whole Mansell Homes thing,
I promise you I played it completely straight.
You were in London.
Who is it? Who did she sleep with?
Sorry?
She spent the night in Camden. She arrived at 10:00
and she left at 7:00 the next morning.
Evan, sorry, this crosses a line.
No, you will tell me, Cerys!
If she's gonna take away my kids...
I'm gonna take away everything that's precious to her...
including all of this.
Sweetheart, I promise you,
nothing's going to feel right till you see this through.
Never leave business unfinished.
Practice what you're gonna say while I take this.
-Steve? No. It's Faith.
-Where is he? -Where's who?
Steve! Who do you think?
He's missing. What's happened to him?
How should I know?
Have you still got that envelope I gave you?
I'm gonna need you tomorrow.
Alys, come on.
Steve?
Susan?
It's Faith.
It's over, Lewis.
What?
I trusted you, and now I can't.
Alys.
See? You're tougher than you thought.
I'm proud of you.
Let's go and check out that jacket.
I haven't told Mum where I am.
Well, just call her. It's no big deal.
You're going shopping with your grandma.
I really need your help on this one, Cerys.
Oh, Jesus, Tom. Not you as well.
Like I said, that right of way is on the map
and has been for 300 years.
Your client got a fair price for the land.
Asking for more now would be extortion.
Well, all is fair in love and law, Tom.
You must have prepared a surrender deed
that you forgot to execute.
Hang on a minute.
You're trying to make this my mistake now.
No, sorry Tom, that will not wash.
Well, we all make mistakes, don't we, Cerys?
Ocean View Hotel, I had no idea
how involved you were with all of that.
Some interesting letters from the bank manager
suggesting that you were assisting in...
fraudulent loan applications?
Wow.
Blackmail, Tom.
Could you stoop any lower?
The insurance company won't cover Evan's mistake.
Delyth and I will be ruined.
Hello, sweetheart.
You want to come round to ours for tea?
I can't get hold of Dad.
Okay. Um...
He's probably out somewhere buying a bike.
We'll call him from ours. Jump in.
Okay. -Okay.
How's she doing?
Okay?
Come on.
You okay?
Have a little sit.
Okay.
Dad and Evan had a fight the other day.
A fight?
He came round and started swinging at Dad.
He was going crazy.
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Where do you think he is?
I'm not sure.
But I know he'll be fine.
Why don't you stay with us tonight?
Hmm?
Be nice to have one sane person in the house.
Huh?
Hey, don't go worrying.
Hi.
Dad's gone missing.
Back soon. That looks expensive.
It was a present. From Rose.
Go give Lisa a hand, will you please.
Hello? -Where is he?
What? -Steve!
What have you done with him? He's gone missing.
Nothing to do with me.
Why can't you just take a chill pill?
You play by there for a minute, okay?
There's a good boy.
-Leather. -It's fake.
Mm-hmm. -Knew you wouldn't like it.
-I'm sorry. -No, babe.
-I'm really sorry. -I mean I wasn't.
It didn't pass my -- Oh, God.
-I'm so crap. -No, it's my problem, okay?
-It's not your problem. -I'm sorry.
It's fine.
Crumble's in the oven, alright?
-Any -- Any joy with Steve?
Nothing.
I can't do maths. I just don't understand.
-Oh, right.
Leave it to me.
Megs...
Hey, babes, I hated maths, too.
Let me tell you a secret.
I didn't even pass my GCSEs.
Do you know what we need? A treat.
You and me.
What do you say, hey? Next weekend, girls day out.
Huh? We'll go get our nails done,
pizza, cinema, milkshake.
I know you're worried about Mom and Dad.
But the thing is, Megs,
things change.
And there's nothing we can do to stop that.
But the people who love you,
well, they never stop.
Can you get that Alys, please?
Alys, is your mom in?
Mom.
Oh, right.
Oh, say, what now, eh?
Um, Osian wants to see you.
About France.
What about Mike?
Well, it's like you said,
Osian can make up his own mind.
-You go, love. -You sure?
Yeah, I'll sort things out here.
Thanks, Lis. And just...
-Yeah, I'll tell them. Okay, thank you.
I'll drive.
Steve is still missing.
Um...
Three days ago, Evan went round and attacked him.
What?
Evan went round to Steve's place?
You sure?
Yeah, Angie witnessed it.
Leave it to me.
Tom has always taken her side.
But this is completely unforgivable.
I know what he's doing.
He's trying to sabotage your chances
of gaining custody.
What's that?
Nothing.
But I'll stand up for you, Evan.
You know you can always depend on me.
Hey, Mike.
I understand that Osian wants to talk with me.
You're not a doctor, Faith.
Yeah, that makes two of us.
He's been watching Dr. Macon's videos, Mike.
He's told me things he didn't tell you.
He knows exactly what's involved.
What, and my feelings count for nothing, do they?
That's the point. It's not about you, Mike.
-I'm his dad. Yeah, well, the thing is
when it's a matter of life and death,
you know, people's feelings have to fuck off.
Even his dad's.
If you've seen the videos,
you understand how it works.
The laser is directed through very fine tubes
which we can move in any direction.
Um, will -- will -- will it hurt?
No, no. You feel nothing, I promise.
Actually, it's not so bad.
Maybe a little bit tired afterwards, but that's all.
Yeah, yeah. Good.
Then we make plans, yes?
Shall I talk to Mrs. Howells?
Uh, I think my dad wants to speak.
I want to know how many times you've done this before,
on a child.
For a tumor in this exact position,
it would be the first time.
I see.
That's all.
Mike.
I let my wife die in agony in that hospice.
She hated the place.
Begged me to take her home.
This is different. -Go now. Please.
I'm asking Julie to appoint me his lawyer.
She'll be here in the morning.
See you, Osh.
The number you are calling is unavailable.
Please try again later.
Where are you going now, Faith?
-Oh. -Stay away.
It was Alys who contacted me.
Last warning.
Did she tell you about Evan attacking Steve?
I didn't know he had it in him.
You sent Steve to commit a burglary,
and there is still something you're not telling me.
It's got your name written all over it.
Why don't you come in?
We can talk.
Like mother and daughter.
Please yourself.
-Good night. Piss off.
My dad, asking whether your dad's been round here.
Why is he asking?
Take a guess.
What if he's got in an accident?
What if he's crashed some stupid bike...
and he's dead.
Why don't we call the hospitals?
That's what Mom did when Dad went missing.
It's okay.
Don't cry.
I know what it's like.
We were gonna move into town.
I bet your Dad found out.
♪ Love me ♪
♪ With goodbye ♪
♪ Kiss with ♪
♪ Compromise ♪
♪ Say you won't let go ♪
♪ Touch like you Don't know ♪
♪ Let time be paralyzed ♪
♪ Love me ♪
♪ With goodbye ♪
♪ Just don't ask why ♪
♪ Don't ask why ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ For dear life ♪
♪ Falling ♪
♪ You and I ♪
♪ There's no beginning ♪
♪ Time, it is sleeping ♪
♪ Let's leave it all tonight ♪
♪ Hold on ♪
♪ For dear life ♪
♪ Just don't ask why ♪
Bitch!
Mike.
Hi, had a call from your sister-in-law.
He's 14.
Do you remember what that was like?
I don't have an agenda.
But I do have to hear him.
Please, I want to help.
I don't doubt your commitment to Osian.
It's a question of whether you and I should be
-working together right now. Well, the custody
hearing isn't till next week.
I'm having to amend my section 7
to include Evan's allegations.
All the men I'm sleeping with.
Yes, it's, uh -- it's exhausting.
Listen, let me -- let me represent Osian.
Julie, please, he really trusts me.
Maybe a little bit too much.
He seems to think of you like a mother.
Well, is that such a bad thing?
If you fail?
I'll still be there for him.
Alright. I'll instruct you.
The bad news is, that Macon
thinks he needs to operate within 72 hours.
Not a problem.
Oh, no problem.
72 hours.
Okay.
Oh.
Shit.
Shit the bed.
Yeah, one child,
his father, and a nurse.
Rennes -- it's in Brittany.
How soon could you manage?
If you could, yes, thank you.
Miss Phan?
Detective Sergeant Williams. I'd like to ask you
a few questions about the night of the break in.
Do you know what was in the safe?
Do you think he might have been the burglar?
Okay.
What about him?
Evan.
You know him?
Friend of Mrs. Reardon's, the owner.
Yes.
You know that she's dead?
When was the last time you saw her, Miss Phan?
I need you to talk to me. You're an important witness.
Before the break-in,
she told me to call her
if anyone gave any trouble.
What kind of trouble?
Asking for money.
Did she say who?
I need a phone number for Mrs. Reardon.
The private one that you would call her on.
When you're ready.
Eight, five, two.
I need a full record of all activity
as fast as they can get it.
-Marion Howells? -Yes.
Rose Fairchild.
I'm Faith's mother.
-Her mother? -Yes.
It's rather a long story, I'm afraid.
I thought we ought to meet.
Two concerned grandmothers.
With all that's going on.
For you.
Oh, thank you.
Lovely, come in.
Thanks.
Oh, what a lovely place.
Thank you.
I'll fetch us some coffee.
Your husband?
Tom, isn't it?
Ex.
Well, we're -- we're separated.
That's another long story.
Oh. Well, this is absolutely beautiful.
Thank you. Come through.
I won't be a moment.
-Milk and sugar? -Please.
Don't tell my doctor.
-May I? Oh, of course.
Have you come far?
Mostly, I live in London.
Faith's father came from Swansea.
Oh, I see.
It was complicated.
I was always the one running the business.
Faith spent more time with her dad.
A kind man.
Not what you'd call driven.
Faith is very determined,
very.
Are you still in business?
Here and there.
I feel it's time for more important things,
like the grandchildren.
How do you think they're coping?
Well, the girls worry.
And Faith working all hours doesn't help.
I'd like to make things easier for her.
Presumably the house is being split?
Evan's been very good about not forcing a sale.
Well, I can certainly help with that.
Thankfully, money isn't an issue.
Now, tell me about Evan.
I've seen the photographs.
He's an exceptionally good-looking man.
Well...
You were right.
I found a surrender deed
lurking in the back of my file.
Must have completely missed it.
-Careless. Mm-hmm. Very.
Signed?
And sealed.
There is no right of way.
Nor a million-pound claim against this firm.
Well, it all looks in order.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Let's hope this is the last time any of us
has to clean up Evan's mess.
Amen to that.
-Derek! Yeah?
Get me a mobile number for Evan Howells,
-will you? Okay.
I'm still waiting on the records to that number
-I gave you. There you are.
Oh!
Cheers!
Is that you, Evan?
Come through to the living room.
There's someone I'd like you to meet.
Rose, this is Evan.
Evan, this is Rose.
Rose Fairchild,
Faith's mother.
I'm pleased to meet you.
I wish I could say the same.
I'll go.
Sorry.
He's having a difficult time.
Mr. Howells, I'm arresting you on suspicion
of burglary and the murder of Mrs. Gael Reardon.
You do not 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.
Evan? What's going on?
Gael's dead? When?
There must be some mistake.
Call Tom. You're wasting your time.
Please don't touch anything, Mrs. Howells.
There'll be a search team along in a minute.
Everything alright, Marion?
Detective Sergeant Williams,
-Abercorran Police. -Rose Fairchild.
Hello and goodbye.
10:30 tomorrow morning.
Think you'll be ready by then?
Well, I don't have much choice, do I?
I've got to go.
Steve? Steve, where are you?
Say something.
Steve, say something.
-Say something! Help me.
♪ We cannot go back to the silence ♪
♪ It won't get better, it won't get better ♪
♪ We ran out of hope when the walls came down ♪
♪ Baby, that's beneath rubber ♪
♪ Sewing it could be fine ♪
♪ And after all the fight comes the silence ♪
♪ It won't get better, it won't get better ♪
♪ All we are are strangers and a thing from many spaces ♪
♪ Just a sea of empty faces in a tidal wave ♪
♪ We cannot go back to forever ♪