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WIND WHISTLES

I suppose everyone's afraid of it a little bit.

Wary, perhaps.

Of things changing...

..when you least expect it.

It's only natural.

MUSIC: Pickled Chicken by Lil Cheese Touch

Help us out, Clive!

I'm sinking here!

Put your shoulder into it, you bugger! Stop complaining, man!

Him it is, not me!

All right? I've got it.

After all, we're all creatures of habit...

In! In! Come on!

..with routines we've grown used to,

full of faces we know and people we trust.

We haven't got all day. Come on!

There you go, Hefina. Thank you very much. So long, now.

And we are no different...

..me and my wife...

..Margaret.

But change can happen to anyone...

..and at any time.

And sometimes not even you, nor those who love you best,

can see what you're carrying inside and the change happening all around.

And before you know it...

..the world you thought you knew and always felt safe in

suddenly starts to feel strange...

..and stops making sense.

Hell's bells!

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

Until everything changes forever.

OWL CREAKS

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Here, put these on.

These trousers make my legs look skinny.

But they are skinny.

MARGARET SIGHS

At least you've got something to wear.

You always look nice.

I'm plain, Clive.

Plain, plain, plain.

Don't forget to sign Sylvia's card.

FOOTSTEPS RECEDE

Not a word, please, Clive.

Best I can do.

Yoo-hoo! Only me.

I'm in the kitchen!

Oh, sorry we're a bit late, Sylv. I couldn't find anything to wear.

Don't be soft! You look lovely. Hm...

Happy birthday. Thanks.

Yes, erm, happy birthday. Oh, thank you, Clive.

CAT MEOWS

Tomi! Off there now! Go on, skit!

Little bugger.

Shall I put the cake down here, Sylvia?

Oh, put it wherever you want, Clive. I just don't care.

Sorry. I didn't mean that.

That's lovely, Clive. I'll pop it over here.

Oh!

What's wrong?

What's happened?

Me and Glyn have had a bust-up.

Not only has he bloody arranged this barbecue in the middle of February,

he's booked a week away for me for my birthday tomorrow

and I don't want to go. You'll have to go.

I can't, Mags!

He just doesn't think and expects me just drop everything

when I'm busy, too. Where is Glyn?

He's sulking in the garden somewhere.

I'll go find him. Good idea.

Sorry, Mags, I just don't know what to do.

Come here.

Aww.

She's killing me, Clive.

First she says I don't do anything for her

and then when I decide to take her away somewhere nice,

she tells me that she needs more notice!

Can we help in any way?

No, it's... It's all done now,

ta very much.

Apart for Tomi.

Tomi, the cat.

You wouldn't mind looking after him, would you, if she decides that

she wants to go away? I don't know the first thing about cats.

You've only got to feed him once or twice, Clive, you daft bastard.

I'm not asking you to wipe his arse!

I would just make me a lot happier knowing that...

..he's safe.

I mean, I don't want him disappearing like Mink.

That was years ago now, Glyn.

I know that, Clive...

..but with all the cats disappearing around here lately,

you know, it would...

..it would be a weight off my mind knowing that you

were looking after him for me.

What do you say?

FOOD SIZZLES What about my orders? My dresses.

You can't expect me to just change my plans like that, Glyn.

You never mentioned anything about plans, my love.

What kind of plans? None of your business, Glyn.

Well, it is if I've got to cancel

after I've been sweating my guts out trying to get everything sorted out.

I've even got Clive onboard to feed Tomi.

I just thought I'd be helping, that's all,

seeing it's Sylvia's birthday and everything.

Lovely.

Well, if it makes everybody happy and if it means you two

are going to make up, that's good.

Of course it is.

Thank you, Margaret.

Lefi!

Wahey, Lefi boy, come in.

Sorry, I came straight from work, to pick up the keys.

Don't worry about that. It's always lovely to see you, Lefi. And you.

And happy birthday. Thank you.

Right, well, I'd better get off and start greeting our guests.

Good idea.

Help yourself to a drink. No problem. Thank you.

Lefi is going to be looking after the site while I'm away, Clive.

It's his first time up there without me.

Oh, very good.

And Clive's going to come up to the site as well, when I'm back,

share a few tinnies with us, chew the cud.

Yeah, great.

It'll make a change, chewing the cud.

Look forward to it. Good thing.

Right, Lefi... Clive. ..let's get these keys sorted, then.

Yeah, great. You carry on.

Clive.

I thought you said yesterday you weren't coming, Herb.

John Frederick wanted us to come.

No, I never!

It's three years today since Gwen passed, right,

but coming here was more important to this article by here

than going to visit his own mother's grave.

At least I don't steal flowers from other people's graves

to put on hers! Oh, you don't half go on, aye!

As you know, Clive, I was drunk and grieving,

that's all that was, honest. I know. And him it was who dragged me here.

I didn't want to come here in the first place.

I bloody hate parties, right.

Want some of this? No, I'm good, John Frederick. You carry on.

All right, butt.

Come on! Whoa!

AMBIENT CHATTER

ALL:

CHEERING

ALL: Ooooh!

ALL: Yay! APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER

Come on, mun!

CHEERING

CREAKING

HE URINATES

TOILET FLUSHES

FOOTSTEPS

BIN OPENS, CLATTERING

Stop it, mun!

GIGGLING

Bloody hell's bells.

HE WHISTLES HAPPILY

INAUDIBLE

Nightcap?!

What are you doing, sitting on the settee in your coat?

I don't want to tell you because it will upset you.

Try me.

Erm...

..there's something going on...

..between Herbie and Sylvia.

I saw them together...

..in the garden, at the end of the party.

Where were you? Upstairs in the bathroom.

Well, I hope you remembered to take your shoes off.

They've got a brand-new carpet. I know.

It was Herbie who laid it for her,

and that's where it all probably started.

MARGARET SIGHS

What difference does it make?

Things haven't been right between Sylvia and Glyn for years.

You knew, didn't you?

Why didn't you tell me?! Because you would have told Glyn.

No, I wouldn't. Yes, you would!

Because every time you tell a lie, your lip wobbles.

You're too honest.

You still should have told me, Margaret! Well, I'm sorry!

But I promised Sylvia I wouldn't tell a soul.

But I am your husband!

Why would you want to hide something like that from me?

But Sylvia isn't your sister and Glyn isn't your friend.

He's as much of a friend as anyone in this town is.

MARGARET LAUGHS You need to get out more, then,

instead of moping about in that cellar.

You said you liked me being down there.

I do...

..but you need a change, Clive...

..to take you out of yourself.

I didn't know you felt like that.

I don't.

Not really. Then, why say it?!

Because I want you to be happier. I am happy.

Not as happy as you used to be.

I should have told you.

Poor Glyn.

Poor Glyn?

Poor Sylvia!

Poor everyone.

I think I'll go up.

I won't be long.

Are you happy?

I think I'm happier than you.

CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY

Good morning.

There's nothing good about it!

Thanks to ratty outside, my eczema's playing up again!

Is everything all right?

Yeah, it will be now when I put some of this on.

Aw, Christ!

Oh!

Sorry I'm late. No, he isn't.

I didn't notice. Yes, you did. It's half-past-nine!

One of those mornings. JOHN FREDERICK LAUGHS

Did the party carry on till late?

The party?

No...

No, we left not long after you. You know me and parties.

Yeah, I don't know what I was doing there either.

Supporting local businesses and loyal customers of ours!

Aye, aye. Well, we haven't got a lot of them left, have we, eh?

I wouldn't describe them as loyal. They never stepped a foot

inside here until you started laying Sylvia's carpet.

Coffee, anyone? I'll do it, Clive. You stay there.

No, no, no! No, no, no! Your coffee tastes like rat piss.

Well, you can bloody well do without, then!

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

I've got to go out.

If Ronnie Star calls about a fitting...

..tell him to phone my mobile.

Going somewhere nice, are you?

Oh! Whoa, there, Herb! You robbed a bank or what?

Sorry, Ruth. Running late.

Thank you.

He's been like a blue-arsed fly all morning, Ruth.

How's Frank doing? Is he missing the classroom yet?

He's good, thanks. He's talking about going back after Easter,

but we'll see how it goes... Good, good, good.

So, what can we do for you today, darling?

Funnily enough, I need a new carpet. Well, Frank wants us to have

a new carpet but I think what we've got is fine. What kind of carpet

would Frank be looking for, then? Something hard-wearing

but not too expensive, for the upstairs landing and bedrooms.

If you're not fussy about the colour, I'd say go for a Berber.

And if the rooms aren't that big,

we might have a remnant here which will make it cheaper.

They're not really that big, to be honest.

Well, Clive could come over and measure with you now if it suits.

Now would be great, if it's not too much trouble.

No trouble at all, Ruth.

There we are, see? All part of the service.

Bingo.

I'll grab my coat. Thank you.

And a sample book.

And this one.

There you go. That's it. Perfect. All right, boys? Ta-ra, ta-ra.

OWL CREAKS

Put it back.

You said Glyn was away. He is.

So what are you killing yourself for?

Just trying to make sure I last longer here than you did,

that's all. Well, that bastard still owes me for the days I did.

He was out of order. I stuck my neck out to help you, you shithead,

and you were stoned on the job. That's not an excuse to attack me,

though, is it? When are you going to take your head out of his arse

and stop taking his side? I'm not. You are!

It's only a matter of time before he goes psycho on you, too, mind,

so don't say I never warned you.

Right.

Check...that out.

What the fuck is this?! Sh, sh.

Just listen...

..and learn.

What the hell is that?!

Well, something's taken a chunk out of its leg,

like a fox or a dog maybe. Poor bastard.

Yeah. I found it dead on the road up by Billy Big Fields.

I thought you could cut its head off, right, put it under a bucket

for a week, and the maggots might come in handy for fishing.

Are you real? What? Do it yourself, you lazy bastard! I'm working, mun!

No can do, sorry, bro.

Anyway...

..you've got the tools for the job.

Alex, take this fucking goat with you.

Sorry, bro.

Alex... Alex! So long. Are you real?

Fuck sakes, mun! HORN TOOTS

Alex!

scratching the soil

oooh-oooh-oooh...

People have been asking after you in the shop, Hayd.

Wondering how you are.

They never wondered how I was

when they stopped buying from me, did they?

This place is all I've ever known...

..and all I've ever been.

Next time they ask...

..tell them the story's over.

I know it's upsetting,

but it's a miracle that Haydn managed to keep the shop open

as long as he did. He lost his way, that's all.

The place was stinking of booze, Clive.

You couldn't trust what he was prescribing in the end.

It wasn't his fault. People turned against him. I'm only saying.

I'll go over straight away, I think.

To feed the cat.

Do you want me to come with you? No need for the two of us to go.

I'll get the supper on.

I thought we could have haddock instead of cod tonight for a change.

What do you say?

Lovely.

And don't forget to bring the parcels that Sylvia left for posting

back over with you. I won't!

Oh.

Tomi?!

Puss?!

BOTTLE SPRAYS AND SQUEAKS

CAT MEOWS

I nearly sent a search party over there.

I had to wait to make sure the cat was all right before coming back.

And was he all right?

He was pleased to see me.

Good.

It's a big old house for two.

The Manse.

They always said they would fill it with babies

but it never happened.

Our Bryn did all right out of it.

They spoilt him rotten.

Yes, they did.

I wish Bryn would phone us a bit more often.

Is that too much to ask from your own son?

You're late. We got held up.

Right.

Ta-dah!

You'll have to unload it yourself.

I'm short staffed and the bingo has started. Oh, come off it, Min!

A lot of hassle getting this shit for the price you're paying me.

And we're dying of thirst, Mam.

Then buy yourself a hosepipe and stop moaning.

You try to nick any, I'll bite you.

I look forward to it, Min!

Right, come on, then, Bron.

Three and seven, 37.

Five and three, 53.

Five and two, 52.

Four and six, 46...

Min, can you ask Dai to give it a rest? He's putting me off.

I'll have a word.

Five and seven, 57.

I know what you're going to say...

..but I tried sitting down 20 minutes ago and I didn't like it.

But you're putting people off, mun, Dai.

Fuck 'em.

This is spiritual. It's a pain in the arse, more like!

Now bugger off and go and do it in the bar!

A desert, this place is.

Cultural desert, you know that?!

I lost every game.

You say that...every week.

I'm just checking you're listening,

seeing as you've got so much on your mind.

HEAVY RAIN

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER RUMBLES

THUNDER RUMBLES

Nasty.

I hope it doesn't spoil their holiday.

Whose holiday?

Sylvia and Glyn's.

I think Margaret said they were in an hotel.

They'll be all right, then.

Has Margaret heard how they're getting on?

She hasn't mentioned anything.

Right. Did you get the serial numbers

for those carpets? DOOR BURSTS OPEN

Hey, come quick! He's having a meltdown outside!

Who?!

Excuse me!

Stop it!

Stop it!

That's enough! That's enough!

Come on... Come on.

What are you all doing here?

Just trying to help you, Hayd.

You should have all helped me when I needed it,

before I lost everything I ever loved...

..and worked for.

Why didn't you help me?

Why?

I never did anything wrong.

You know that, Clive.

But most of you didn't give me a chance.

You ruined me, you bastards!

Hey, come on, Hayd... Stop it!

It's not doing any good!

I said stop it now!

HAYDN SOBS

It's OK, Hayd, I've got you.

I've got you.

Let's not go home. Not now.

Not after seeing Haydn like that.

We're soaking.

I could light a fire. There's plenty of wood in the Manse.

We could dry off there, in front of it.

What do you say?

Urgh!

Give me your coat.

All right.

Ooh!

CAT MEOWS

I'll get the fire going, you feed the cat.

Oh, but...

He's friendly enough, Margaret. Look.

Here we go.

He is a little bit cute, I suppose.

Do you think he'll follow me if I go into the kitchen?

You could try.

Come on, puss. This way.

Oh, look! He's going.

He's doing it, he's doing it! Look!

Puss, puss, puss, puss, puss. Ooh!

He's eating it, Clive!

What are you doing?!

Taking my clothes off to dry them by the fire. You can't do that.

Course I can. But it's Sylvia's house!

Sylvia won't mind, Margaret. But... Now, undress.

Take your clothes off, and then...

..drink this brandy...

..and we'll have a cwtch under this blanket by the fire.

You don't like brandy.

No, but I do tonight, and that's all that matters.

Here, try it.

Nice?

Not bad.

I told you.

MARGARET LAUGHS

What's funny? You...

..in your vest and pants in the Manse.

Do my legs look skinny?

I've always liked your legs.

Huh.

Undress.

Why don't you help me?

MARGARET GIGGLES

MARGARET LAUGHS

Come here.

Ta.

I don't like you keeping secrets from me.

I never meant to upset you.

It makes me feel lonely.

Like you don't need me as much as I need you.

Don't be daft! It's true.

You've got Sylvia, who you see every day.

All I've ever known is you.

It makes me worry what the point of me is.

What the point of anything is, if I can't trust you.

But you can trust me!

I haven't been myself, that's all.

Not for a long time.

Daft ideas going 'round my head.

Like why you married the plain one. No.

No...

Like what the point of anything is if all I've ever done

is sell and fit carpets?

The point is us!

Me and you.

And Bryn, too,

even if he has temporarily forgotten about us, but...

And the life we've all got left.

And whatever's in front of us.

I love you, Clive Lewis.

I always have...

..and I always will.

I love you, too, Margaret Hughes.

Good.

You hungry? Starving.

Wait by there.

did we get

i said

of losing you

to steal the leaves from the local trees

length of love paths

of losing you.

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

LOUD CRACK OF THUNDER

FRONT DOOR OPENS

CRACK OF THUNDER

What the fuck do you think you're doing, Clive?

Don't just stare at me like that. Answer me, you bastard!

Say something!

Argh!