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Things are going to change.

His medical needs will change. He's going to need palliative care.

You know, you could show a bit more interest once in a while, Cad.

Seriously, Elin?

Argh!

- Oh! Where's dad? - In bed.

Wanted to have an early night.

I thought you'd be in work.

I still am at work.

You could have called, you know, if you were free.

I wasn't trying to avoid you, Elin.

- Really? - Yes, really.

So, what do you want to talk about?

I want to talk about Dad.

What else is there to talk about?

OK. Well, you saw how Beth was.

I've tried to talk to her, but she doesn't want to listen.

- She needs more time. - Dad doesn't have more time.

- Jesus, Els. - Well, I'm sorry, Cad, but it's true.

He's going to deteriorate fast, and we need to be prepared.

Dad needs a proper care plan

and then maybe we can at least focus on...

Dying?

On each other.

You've got to talk to him, Cad.

And what makes you think he'll listen to me?

Cos you're his favourite.

That's not true.

Of course it is.

You were always his golden girl, Cad.

And even after all that praise he gave you...

... what did you do? You dropped out of uni and joined the bloody Army.

Oh, here we go again.

It wasn't personal, you know.

You mean, it wasn't personal to you.

I need a cigarette.

- I thought you were giving up. - Yeah, I am.

- I'm trying. - Yeah, well, try a bit harder, then.

Yeah, I will do.

I can see Dad's been busy.

Oh, yeah.

Listen, Els, I...

I'm getting a divorce.

What?

It's OK. We're not, um...

Well, we're not fighting.

We're not even talking that much, either.

That's the problem, I suppose...

We just...

...fell apart.

- I'm sorry. - We've decided not to tell Dad.

He doesn't need to know.

He liked Rhyds.

So did I.

That's why I married him.

I do want to help, you know?

With Dad.

I just...

I don't know where to start sometimes.

Well, just start by talking to him.

Please.

Hiya!

Dad?

Dad?

Dad?

DI John.

What have we got?

Attempted abduction of Lowri Driscoll, 23.

What, are we thinking this is related to the Mali Pryce case?

Possibly. Lowri Driscoll is young, she has dark hair,

she has resemblance to the Pryce girl.

Similar age, similar build.

- Assailant? - Male, tall, and that's all we know.

Where's the girl now?

She's in hospital. One of the FOs is with her now.

DS Vaughan.

I went to see my mother...

...drove to the farm after work.

I left work around six...

30. I got to my mother's around seven, I think.

My mother,

she wanted me to stay for food, but I wasn't hungry.

I just wanted to go home.

I think I left around nine.

I waited a bit because my mum said

that my dad would be home around eight.

But he wasn't.

So I just...left.

And what happened next?

When I left, it was raining.

I drove up the lane, to the gate at the top.

I go out the car, to open it, and then...

...when I...

...when I went to close it again, he just...

...he just came out of nowhere.

Did you see his face?

I know this is tough, Lowri...

...but can you think of anyone, anyone at all,

that would want to hurt you?

Lowri?

My ex.

Marc.

Marc Lewis.

We went out with each other for a couple of months.

It was intense. He was intense.

Obsessive.

And you broke up with him?

He went nuts.

He's been hounding me,

calling me all the time.

At home, work...

...sending abusive texts, leaving nasty messages.

Just making threats.

Last night, he smashed my car.

- Did you report it? - Yeah.

When was the last time you spoke to Marc? Saw him?

Earlier this evening...

...at the end of my shift.

He just turned up...

...started screaming and shouting.

That's why I went to see my mum.

I was upset.

I needed someone to talk to.

Do you think Marc might have had anything to do with

what happened to you tonight?

I don't know.

OK.

Shit.

What?

I know him. He's an estate agent.

He showed me and Sam some house in Beaumaris the weekend before last.

Are you house-hunting? You kept that quiet.

Well, yeah.

And what is it like, this house?

It was all right. Wasn't worth the money they were asking.

Sam liked it.

OK.

Let's get on with it, then.

What's this about? It's 7:30 in the morning.

- I've got work at nine. - Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, Mr Lewis.

Well?

We appreciate you coming in to talk to us.

Hm...

My name is DI Cadi John and this is my colleague, DS Owen Vaughan.

Could you tell us where you were last night,

Wednesday the 18th of October, between the hours of 9 and 10pm?

- Why? - Because at 9:20pm yesterday evening,

Lowri Driscoll was assaulted

on the road outside Nantlle. She was leaving her parents' farm.

What's that got to do with me?

We understand that you and Lowri had been in a relationship together,

which Lowri ended recently.

So what? We spent a few weekends together,

went out a couple of times.

- Nothing much, big deal. - So is that why you kept pestering her

- after she dumped you? - Is that what she told you?

She said that you wouldn't leave her alone.

Kept calling her.

Bombarding her with abusive texts.

Bombarding?!

OK, so I sent some stupid texts.

I was pissed off, that's all.

Because she didn't want you in her life any more?

Because she wouldn't tell me why.

And is that why you started following her, Mr Lewis?

Calling her at work, at home, all hours of the day?

- No. - Threatening her?

- No! - Smashing up her car?

That wasn't me!

Christ, how many times do I have to tell you lot?

When was the last time you saw Lowri, Mr Lewis?

- Yesterday afternoon. - What time?

- About half five. - And what did you speak about?

She sent some of your lot to the office where I worked.

I just wanted to let her know... enough was enough.

Enough was enough.

And, um...

After you had spoken to Lowri,

after you'd told her that enough was enough,

what did you do then?

- Went home. - Did you see anyone?

Speak to anyone? Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts?

No.

This is becoming ridiculous.

You drag me out of bed at half six in the morning, bring me here,

ask me all these idiotic questions!

What happened to Lowri last night had nothing to do with me.

I wasn't there. What more can I say?

Now, charge me with a crime, or let me go.

Because I know my rights and I'm done playing this game.

Well, unfortunately for you, Mr Lewis, this isn't a game.

And we have the right to keep you for questioning,

for...

...what is it again? 24 hours

before we have to decide whether to charge you or not,

so if I were you, I would make myself comfortable

because you're going to be here for a good while yet.

This is bullshit!

How many times do I have to tell you I had fuck all to do with it?

- I never touched the bitch! - My heart bleeds for you, Mr Lewis.