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RUMBLE OF THUNDER

Oh, my good God!

MARGARET GASPS

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

He's not breathing.

Well, he's got to be! He's not.

Don't say that.

I can't not say it. It's true. He's gone!

I don't believe you.

No, Margaret, don't!

I want to see him! He's broken his neck. There's nothing we can do.

SHE HYPERVENTILATES

Oh, my God!

SCREAMS: No!

SHE SOBS

I never meant to hurt him, Clive. No.

He...he...he was shouting at you.

I thought he was going to kill you. I know.

He wasn't supposed to come back.

What was he doing coming back out of the blue?

Why couldn't he just stay with Sylvia?!

This isn't your fault - it's my fault, too.

It...it was an accident.

A terrible accident.

SHE HYPERVENTILATES

I should never have agreed to feed the cat.

Glyn talked you into it, that's why! I didn't have to say yes, did I?!

THEY BREATHE HEAVILY

Oh! Oh!

Why do these things always happen to us, Clive?

I don't know. We're good people.

Course we are.

Hold me.

Hold me tighter! SHE SOBS

If I hold you any tighter, you won't be able to breathe.

I don't deserve to breathe after what I've done! Don't say that!

THEY SOB

What the bloody hell are we going to do?

We'll have to call Ruth at the police station.

Oh...yeah.

Explain to her what's happened. Of course we will.

She's bound to understand. It was an accident. A terrible accident.

I didn't mean to hurt him, Clive.

No.

Do you think Ruth will understand?

Of course she will. She'll have to. MARGARET WHIMPERS

SHE SOBS

But we shouldn't have been here.

I wanted you here.

Cavorting around like teenagers in somebody else's house!

We could have done that back in our house! No, we wouldn't have!

When did we last cavort in our house, Margaret?!

I can't remember. Exactly!

And that's why we were here. It was a change.

A chance to be someone else after seeing what happened to Haydn.

Ruth, of all people, would understand that.

Maybe we should call Ruth now. Maybe we should,

but my phone's dead and I can't remember her number.

We'll just have to phone 999!

Where's their landline?! Erm...

Out in the hall, on the table, under the picture. Bingo!

Well?! I'm doing it.

No, you're not. This isn't like frying an egg, Margaret!

I'm doing my best!

DIALLING TONE

No! Oh!

Wait.

What are you going to say? I'll have to tell them the truth.

What is the truth?

I'm not sure.

The truth is...

..I killed Glyn.

No, you didn't.

Yes, I did.

He's down by there. Stop looking at him! I can't help it.

How are we going to be able to think straight if you keep looking at him?

Because I haven't killed anyone before!

And you didn't kill anyone tonight either. I was there.

He slipped and fell awkwardly,

banged his head at the foot of the stairs and broke his neck.

But only after I hit him over the head with a bottle!

Mitigating circumstances.

Why did I have to hit him over the head with a bottle, Clive?

You panicked. Because deep down I hated him.

Oh!

Wow!

MARGARET BAWLS

How many people know about Sylvia and Herbie?

No-one.

But they will do when this comes out and nobody will believe me.

I believe you. Doesn't that count? Of course it counts!

But what about Sylvia?

How the hell am I ever going to be able to tell her

that I've killed her husband? Oh!

You are not going to tell her.

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

But I've got no choice. There's always a choice, Margaret.

Perhaps...

..there's no need to tell the police.

At least...

..not until we've had time to think things through properly...

..and get our story together so we know we're doing the right thing.

Do we know what that right thing is?

Not yet we don't, no...

..but we could at least look at our options.

And...what would they be?

We could, erm...

We could try putting everything back to where it was

before they went away,

then go home...

..come over to feed the cat first thing in the morning,

only to find Glyn dead in the hallway

and call the police straight away.

We can't do that! Why can't we?! Nobody knows we're here!

We'd be lying to the police.

We wouldn't be lying, we just won't need to answer questions

that nobody will ever ask us

because no-one will ever know what's happened.

I'm not sure I understand what you just said.

I'm not sure I understand it either, but I know I love you, Margaret,

and I'm not sure what I'd do without you if you had to go to jail.

I don't want to go to jail either!

I love you, too!

SHE WHIMPERS

Then we are going to have to decide what we are going to do pronto,

because the more time we waste talking about it, the more the gap

in time grows between Glyn dying and us reporting it.

Which means they'll definitely suspect us of covering something up.

Exactly.

So either we tidy up, like you said...

..phone the police in the morning pretending we just found Glyn...

..or...?

Or we walk over to that telephone together now and dial 999.

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

I don't think I can do that.

Then we run away - forever. No, we can't do that either.

Wouldn't it be nice just to walk out of this life

and start again somewhere new? Forget the past, just disappear.

PFF-FF-RRRT! Oh! Good God, Clive,

he's alive! No, no, it's a death rattle.

It happens when you die.

Oh.

I'm sorry, but Glyn is never coming back.

SOBBING: I'm so sorry.

You mustn't blame yourself.

I can't help it.

I know what I saw, Margaret.

CAT MEOWS

Oh, my God, Clive, look!

The cat!

He's been watching us. He knows what we've done. Do something, Clive!

Just keep him away from Glyn. I'll try and get him into the kitchen.

Puss, puss...

No! Skit!

Go on. Come on, puss. This way. Skit!

SHE SOBS

I'd do anything to turn back time, Glyn, I would.

But why the bloody hell did you have to come back?

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

I think...

..we should tidy up as best we can...

..make sure Glyn is comfortable...

..then go home and pretend that this never happened.

And?

And wake up in the morning...

..come over to feed the cat...

..find Glyn dead...

..and begin a new story.

What do you say?

Clive?

You do the kitchen, I'll make a start in the lounge.

I'll wait outside.

RAIN LASHES, THUNDER RUMBLES

WHISPERS: What time is it?

Ten past one.

It feels like forever.

I know.

I don't think I can do this.

And I know we've tried to clean up and scrub away our fingerprints

over there, but I think there will always be a part of us

that we'll never be able to scrub away,

however hard we try.

I've been thinking the same thing.

Why didn't you say?! I didn't want to upset you.

I can't be more upset than I already am!

MARGARET SIGHS

And how am I meant to look at Sylvia in the eye tomorrow

with Glyn lying dead in front of her on the floor? God only knows.

MARGARET SIGHS

What if that doesn't happen?

What if...

..Sylvia comes home...

..and there's no Glyn on the floor to be found?

So where will Glyn be?

That's the thing.

If he was found somewhere else...

..we wouldn't have to cover our tracks

and no-one would suspect us.

And what if Glyn's body is never found?

No body...

..no investigation.

And Sylvia might think that Glyn has disappeared...

Because of the affair with Herbie!

Bingo.

But Glyn isn't the disappearing type.

No.

But as we know, people can behave in the strangest of ways.

Would you and me be able to do that?

To move Glyn's body?

We could try.

I'm used to lifting carpets every day.

And where would we move him to?

Are you OK?

I know this sounds stupid,

but half of me was hoping he wouldn't be here.

Or if he was here, he'd be sat on the stairs laughing at us,

as if it was some big joke...

..and what's happened never really happened and we'd be free.

Sh, now, come on. You don't need to shush me!

I'll be all right in a minute.

I just can't believe how sad it all is,

for Glyn, for you...

..for everybody.

And it's all my bloody fault.

SHE GASPS AND SNIFFLES

I really needed to do that.

Good. Now, let's get on.

THEY GRUNT

GROANING AND PANTING

GRUNTING

Drive carefully. And you.

Stick as close to me as you can. Mm.

You got him? Yeah.

Pull!

Hold on, hold on, hold on! All right! If I grab the legs...

Oh, Clive! Oh, hell's bells, Glyn, mun!

Help me get him off me, Margaret! All right, all right!

I'm trying! Hell's bells, mun, Glyn!

Are you all right?!

THEY GASP FOR BREATH

It doesn't feel right. Eh?

Leaving Glyn up here on his own, being eaten by animals,

it's not right!

LOUD BARK

There's something out there, Clive, watching us.

I can feel it. I know it's not what you want to hear, but...

I'm agreeing with you, Margaret, OK?!

Well, there's no need to shout! I'm not... I'm... I'm not shouting!

BARKING CONTINUES

We're going to have to take him back home with us

until we can work out what we can do with him.

I know.

He'll have to go in our car.

We've got to leave the pick-up here so people will think it was either

stolen or that Glyn drove it up here himself before going AWOL.

We agreed, Margaret.

Well, let's get Glyn back in the pick-up truck

and I'll turn our car around.

Bingo.

Pick up the feet! All right.

All right.

You ready?

BOTH: One, two, three, go!

Lift him! Lift him! THEY GROAN

I am!

Keep going! MARGARET GROANS

Push! I am pushing!

Push him, Margaret! I am pushing!

OK, OK, OK... Got him?

THEY GASP FOR BREATH

MARGARET LAUGHS

Come on, Clive!

I feel better that Glyn's with us.

And me.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Clive?!

Clive?!

Clive?

Oh!

Clive!

What time is it? Bugger the time! Where's Glyn?

I've put him somewhere safe.

Where?!

In here, behind me.

You put him in the freezer?! It's the best place for him,

before we work out what we're going to do with him.

But it's Sylvia's old one. She gave it to us for nothing.

So? You can't put her husband in her own freezer. It's unnatural.

Don't be ridiculous. What if we have a power cut?

Then he'll just have to melt,

with the fish fingers and haddock mornays

and whatever else I've put on top of him to cover our tracks.

Ugh, he's not staying in there, no way. It's too horrible!

Get your hands off me! You're being irrational!

And putting your brother-in-law in somebody else's freezer isn't?!

Stop it! Argh!

Stop it, I said!

We have to stop doing this, Margaret.

I'm sorry.

We've got to stay calm and help each other...

..or we're going to be rumbled.

We mustn't panic.

No.

We've got to stay calm and not let anything show.

I'm not going to let anything show, Clive.

I'm going to stay calm...

..and not panic.

I'm sorry.

And me.

Yeah, I'm OK now. I'm good.

And I think the freezer is a good place to keep him

until we decide what to do.

Bingo. Yeah.

You'd better go and get ready. You don't want to be late.

I don't want to leave you. You've got to.

We have to carry on as normal,

and normal for you on a Friday is the shop and normal for me

is a day off, so you'd better jump in the shower quick.

Aren't you going to come?

I want to see Glyn, Clive...

..on my own.

Make sure he's right...

..and that I'm right for when Sylvia gets home.

Don't stay down here too long.

I won't.

Go!

STAIRS CREAK

FREEZER HUMS

Ugh!

VACUUM CLEANER STOPS

You've been busy.

Is there anything out of place?

Not that I can see.

Let me know as soon as you hear something from Sylvia.

How do I look?

Normal...

..and calm...

..like me.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I'll be back lunchtime.

Glyn?!

OWL CREAKS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES

Glyn?!

Glyn?!

JOHN FREDERICK GROANS

Bloody 'ell!

DOOR SLAMS

NERVOUS LAUGH

Erm...

..it's not what you think.

You think I'm snooping about in Herbie's desk

but I'm...I'm...I'm not.

It's none of my business.

Thing is, see, Clive...

..he've gone AWOL.

Herbie.

How do you mean?

Well, I haven't seen or heard from him since last night.

I got up for a pee in the middle of the night,

I noticed his car had gone, and he would never do that, see,

unless there was something was wrong. He would at least tell me.

You must have noticed the change in him?

No. I can't say I have, no.

He's just been...normal.

Normal, be buggered!

The secretive little shit is hiding something, I know it.

Have you tried calling him?

Yeah, plenty of times, but he won't pick up to me.

But he might if you called him...

..on your phone.

I don't want to get involved.

But you are involved! You work here!

So phone him, please!

What do you want me to say?

Well, just get him on the phone and we'll take it from there.

It's ringing but he's not answering. Oh, bastard!

I'll try again in a bit. One of these days...

..he's going to make a mistake and, when he does,

I'm going to be there to catch him red-handed, right.

Coffee? Good idea.

MARGARET GASPS

We can't sit in the bloody car! Well... Get out!

DOOR OPENS Oh, my good God! Margaret!

What are you doing back?

It's been a total disaster, Mags. I was on my way over to tell you.

And I was on my way to feed the cat.

Come in. I need a hug.

I'm so glad to see you.

Are you?

Oh!

It's been horrible, Mags. Horrible.

Slow down, now, and tell me what's happened.

Me and Glyn have had a blazing row.

We had a couple of drinks and I ended up telling him everything.

About Herbie, about how lonely I've been, the whole jamboree.

Oh, Sylvia.

Oh, I couldn't help it, Mags. It's been coming for so long.

But Glyn went berserk,

ranting and raving, before storming off in the pick-up.

I tried running after him but he wouldn't listen.

When was this? Last night.

Neither of us were sober but Glyn was out of his mind.

I hope to God he hasn't crashed somewhere.

I've tried calling him and he's not answering. I'm really worried, Mags.

You haven't seen him, have you?

Glyn?

No... No.

I thought perhaps he might have talked to Clive.

He doesn't talk to many people but he trusts Clive.

He hasn't said anything.

Clive would have told me.

We were together all night.

Does Herbie know what's happened? I had to tell him, Mags.

And, fair play, he came down straight away and brought me home.

Oh, that's nice of him.

Now he's worried sick, Mags, that Glyn is on the warpath

and he's going to come after him.

Oh, my God, this is such a mess. I'm so sorry, Mags.

And I feel so ashamed.

Don't be so soft.

It's not your fault.

You haven't been happy for ages. No.

It was bound to come out sooner or later.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

That's my phone.

Hello?

LEFI: Sorry to interrupt your holiday, Sylvia, but, erm...

It's me, it is. Lefi.

It's Lefi.

I'm up on site in Glyn's pick-up. Oh, thank God for that!

Is he with you? Well, no, that's the thing.

His truck's here and his phone, but there's no sign of Glyn anywhere.

Isn't he meant to be away till Saturday with you?

There was a change of plan, Lefi, and he had to come back yesterday.

Right.

Are you sure he's not up there somewhere with you?

I can have another look for you if you want

but I've pretty much looked everywhere.

Well, if you do find him, tell him to phone me straight away.

Of course. Yeah, yeah.

And thank you for letting me know. I really appreciate it.

And you.

"And you"?

PHONE RINGS

Watkins Carpets. How can I help you?

Sylvia's home.

That's lovely, Margaret.

Lefi phoned when I was with her

and he's found Glyn's truck and Glyn's phone was in it!

That's a shame. Who'd have thought?

Sylvia said that Glyn was drunk driving home

after she spilled the beans about her and Herbie.

That's why he came home early in a tear...

Ha! Well, well.

Fancy that.

I feel awful, Clive, and I know you can't speak,

but I don't know what to do with myself.

Please come home.

That's all right, Mags. There's no need to worry.

I'll pop over in a lunch break. You just called me Mags.

Only Sylvia ever calls me Mags.

Why did you call me Mags, Clive?

Where the bloody hell have you been?!

Not now! Leave me alone.

Don't try and "not now" me, you little shit. This is serious!

Clive, are you there?

Sorry, Margaret, I have to go.

You and me need to have a little talk out the back now. Bugger off!

Oh, all right, no problem. We'll do it here, then, and you can embarrass

Clive in the process. Don't mind me. I can make myself scarce. No, no!

You stay where you are, Clive. I want you to hear what he's got

to say for himself! Fine! Just stop going on about it! Make it quick.

It'll take as long as it bloody well takes. I want the truth!

If I was you, Clive, I'd take an early lunch,

while I talk to shit-for-brains out the back there.

OK. No problem.

I bloody knew it! Bloody Sylvia!

She's a married woman!

Oh, for Christ's sake, can't you keep your voice down?!

If Glyn finds out, he'll wring your neck!

Argh!

You little bastards!

Margaret?

Margaret!

Oh! Oh, my good God!

Stay back!

Argh! Shit! Mind your hand, you daft bugger!

I'm so sorry, Clive. I don't know where my head was.

Are you all right?

It's stinging enough, but I'll live.

Let me see.

Ooh. Argh. Ooh, it's sore, Clive.

You'll need to show the doctor that.

I can't face going to the doctor. Just put some of the burn cream

and gauze on it as best you can. It'll be OK.

Well, I'll try my best.

Well, at least you'll have an excuse not to go back to work.

Herbie's just come back and John Frederick is on the warpath.

Bloody hell, Clive!

Why is all this happening to us?

KNOCK ON DOOR Argh! It's only me.

Hell's bells, it's Sylvia.

Have I come at a bad time? No!

No, just had a lucky escape with the chip pan and, erm,

it still smells of smoke and Clive's burnt his hand but we're OK.

That's awful. Are you all right, Clive?

Oh, it's a bit sore, that's all, but I'll live.

Do you mind if I take a pip?

No... No, you carry on.

Oh, that's nasty with you, Clive. Where's the first-aid kit, Mags?

Erm, here you go.

Here, let me help you with that. I don't know what's wrong with me.

You've had a shock, that's all. Come on, let me do it.

Right, Clive, sit down by here.

Come on.

Let's have a look.

Oof!

Right...

Oh, you poor thing.

Argh, argh... Oh, sorry, Clive.

Argh, argh...

You poor thing.

Aaah...

Feeling better?

You've done a great job.

Very professional.

It'll be painful for a while,

but so long as it doesn't get infected, you'll be fine.

It's lucky you came around when you did.

I would have come sooner if I'd known the freezer was playing up.

I would have helped you bring the stuff over to ours, save it wasting.

It's not playing up.

The freezer.

I knocked off the switch by accident when I was working down there

and it defrosted without us knowing...

..but it's back on now and working fine.

Isn't it, Margaret?

What's that? The freezer.

Working again after it defrosted

when I accidentally knocked off the switch.

Yes!

Yes...

The daft bugger!

But it's working lovely again now, though,

and it's stuff we needed to use anyhow, Sylv.

That's what I was doing when the chip pan caught fire.

There's plenty there if you want to stay and have tea with us.

Thanks all the same, Mags, but I'd better not,

just in case Glyn comes home

and decides to play merry hell cos I'm not there. Of course.

I didn't speak to John Frederick or Herbie directly,

I just left them a message, told them what happened

and that you wouldn't be back in work till tomorrow.

Lovely.

They were probably busy with customers.

Let's hope so, huh?! COLIN LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

I don't suppose you have any idea where Glyn could be,

would you, Clive?

No.

No, I don't, sorry, Sylvia.

But if you've had a tiff, like you said...

..and, let's face it, we all have them sometimes...

NERVOUS LAUGHTER

..he's probably stewing somewhere until he's ready to come back.

Yeah, that's what Mags said.

But don't you think it's odd that he didn't take his phone with him?

I mean, he practically lives on that thing.

Why would he leave it in the truck?

He probably forgot he didn't have it.

It's easily done.

Well, if I don't hear from him before tomorrow,

I'm going to have to say something to Ruth at the station.

What do you think?

You'll probably have to.

Yes. You'll have to come with me, Mags.

Of course. I'll be there.

I'd better go.

Do you want me to walk you over?

No, I'm fine. I'll be fine. You stay here with the patient.

I hope your hand's feeling better tomorrow, Clive.

Oh, I'm sure it will be. Thanks again. No problem.

I'll call you, Mags, if I hear anything.

Make sure you do.

This is hell on earth.

Yes.

I need to lie down.

MODEL TRAIN WHIRS

FREEZER HUMS

FREEZER HUMS

OWL CREAKS