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THEME MUSIC

Get yourself tucked into these. Thanks, Sarge! I'd eat an 'orse.

It's only coffee and a couple of leftover sausage rolls.

It's good we've had rain. The whole forest could have gone up!

That's what the Fire Brigade said.

They managed to put it out not long after I got here.

Glyn not around?

No sign of him.

Does he know what happened? Have you called him?

Not yet. I was waiting for you before I did anything.

That's OK.

No sign of forced entry.

Perhaps it wasn't locked.

YELLING: Glyn!

FREEZER HUMS

FLIES BUZZ

What you doing?

WHISPERS: I'm listening out for a bluebottle.

It kept me awake all night.

I can't hear anything. Shh!

The little bugger's hiding up there somewhere, that's why.

Oh.

How is it? Any better?

No.

I think you should go to the doctor.

I've got to go to work or people will start talking.

But it's nasty with you, Clive.

I'll be all right with cream and fresh dressing.

And if it gets any worse, I'll get it checked out.

FLY BUZZES Ooh!

WHISPERS: There it is again. Can you hear it?

Don't kill it!

Sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

So what did you mean?

Just...

..I've seen you kill wasps sometimes behind my back.

That's because I'm afraid of them!

But I don't kill everything I'm afraid of, Clive.

I'm a good person.

Of course you are.

Oh!

FLY BUZZES

FLY BUZZES

Oh, my good God!

Clive, quick!

FRANTICALLY: Clive!

What is it? What's wrong?

It's Ruth. She's just gone up to the Manse.

How do you know that's where she was heading?

Where else would she be going, Clive?

It's a dead end!

Hell's bells.

Why the bloody hell is Ruth going up to Sylvia's house

this time in the morning? What's happened?

I don't know...

..but we have to stay calm and try not to panic.

But I'm not calm! I want to scream!

Not now, Margaret, please.

I'm going over there. No way!

But I want to find out what the bloody hell is going on!

You are not going anywhere.

We've got enough on our plate worrying about what we DO know,

without having to worry about what we DON'T know. Now breathe!

GASPING: I can't.

You are not trying. I am! I am trying!

See?

You are not going over there, Margaret.

No way.

Not until Ruth is gone.

You're right. Yeah.

You've got to prepare your story.

Get it straight in your head.

Of course I do.

And I have to go to work, as normal.

Yes, yes... Normal.

Yeah.

Better?

Better.

Calm? Calm, yes.

Like Jesus' face.

Bingo.

Ah, Sylvia! What's happened? What's wrong?

I'm so sorry if I woke you.

Glyn's not with you, then? No.

Ain't he with you?

Erm, no.

No, he isn't.

I think I'd better come in.

Yeah, of course.

I haven't seen Glyn since Thursday night.

We had a tiff on holiday, in the hotel we were staying

for my birthday, and he walked out in a tear.

Have you tried to contact him?

I've tried phoning him but he left his phone in the truck.

Lefi found it yesterday.

So after having a row with you,

he drove home but went straight up the site?

Well, unless he came back here first and then changed his mind

and went up the site afterwards. Are there any signs he's been back?

Not that I can see, no.

Does he have any family in the area?

Could he have gone there for a few days, just to cool off?

Erm...

Well, he has a brother somewhere, but they haven't spoken in years.

I'm sorry, Ruth. It's not like me to get upset.

It's only normal to worry.

Has he ever gone on walkabout like this before?

Truth is, we're going through a bit of a sticky patch, Ruth,

and we have been for a while. We all do sometimes.

But I still care about the bugger. Of course.

What's odd is that he left his phone in the cab.

It's not like him at all. It usually never leaves his side.

He is going to be OK, isn't he?

I'm sure he is.

Give me a call as soon as you hear from him. Yes, of course.

Thanks again, Ruth. No problem.

Oh, sorry, Sylvia, what was the name of the hotel you and Glyn

were staying at again?

The hotel? Yes.

Erm...

Is it important?

No, it's just a formality.

Erm, it was The Aron.

The Aron Hotel.

Thank you, and sorry again for calling so early.

Ruth saw me, Clive. She looked straight at me.

If she did, it doesn't matter.

It DOES matter!

And there's no "if" about it. She saw me!

Has she gone?

She's gone. Oh...

She's gone.

Oh, thank God for that.

MARGARET SOBS

If I carry on like this...

..I'm going to give the game away.

One step at a time, that's all we can do.

How are you managing to stay so calm?!

Anyone would think that you've done this before!

Perhaps I have.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Will you stop doing that?!

I will if you tell me where you're going. None of your business.

It is if it means I have to open up the shop again

because you have gone tomcatting.

I am NOT going tomcatting!

That's what you said last week, and we ended up in Sylvia's party

instead of going to visit your own mother's grave as you promised.

We'll go there tomorrow. Oh, tomorrow, my arse!

You can't fool me, you know.

I have to go.

There was a time when nothing would come between us.

We stuck together through thick and thin, father and son.

And now all you want to do is lie to me and run away.

What chance have I got of running away?!

I'm at your beck and call day and night!

Beck and call, be buggered! It was her you snuck out to see

the other night when you never come back! I didn't sneak out.

Yes, you did. Admit it! I was just helping her!

Her and Glyn are having a hard time.

Oh, aye?! And what about me and Clive and the shop?

We're having a hard time too, but you don't give a bugger about that!

I'm not listening to this.

I knew it was a mistake letting you go over there to fit her carpet!

If me or Clive had gone, none of this bloody nonsense

would have happened! She cares for me, right!

Oh, don't kid yourself, for Christ's sake, Herbie!

She saw you coming, man!

You just hate seeing me happy, don't you?

No, YOU can't stand the fact that I can have feelings for somebody

else instead of worrying about you every minute of the bloody day!

Oh, Jesus, you don't have to worry about me, OK?!

Because I can look after myself. No, you can't!

Without me, you'd fall out your own arse!

Get rid of her, Herbie, before it's too late!

Before she brings our whole caboodle down

and everything I've ever worked my guts out for will go down the pan!

SLOWLY AND DELIBERATELY: Will you just let me be?!

If you go to her now, you and me are finished, you hear me?!

TYRES SCREECH

Bastard!

QUIETLY: Oh, shit.

HE MURMURS

Alex!

BANGING ON DOOR

Yeah, be there now!

Apologies if I woke you from your beauty sleep,

but Glyn's truck has been found burnt out up in the forestry

and the office ransacked, but there's no sign of Glyn.

Shit!

Can I come in? Erm, yeah, yeah, come in.

Thanks.

Sorry about the mess.

I've seen worse.

Alex still living here with you?

Yeah. Only until he gets himself straightened out though.

Is he not around?

No, er, no... He's out somewhere.

Any idea who did it? Not yet.

Is it only you and Glyn who have keys to the office?

Pretty much, yeah.

Why? Because whoever trashed the place walked straight in.

No damage to the lock at all.

We always keep it locked.

Mm, I'm sure you do.

Is it you or Glyn who sleeps up there sometimes?

That'll be Glyn.

He sleeps there now and again if he's in the doghouse

or if he's charcoal burning.

He's always done it. Is he often in the doghouse?

Oh... I don't know.

That's none of my business.

Any money worries you know of?

He's never said anything. Well, what do you think?

I work hard for him, that's all I care about.

And what about his phone? Sylvia said you found it.

Do you still have it? No.

I put it back in the, erm, the door pocket thing,

in case he needed it when he came back.

Well, let me know if you hear from him. Yeah, no problem.

VEHICLE APPROACHES

HORN TOOTS

Looks like we're late to the party. Hello, Alex.

All right? I need to ask you a few questions, if that's OK.

I thought you were going to say that.

Somebody torched Glyn's truck in the forest last night.

Ah, well, fuck me, there's a pity. You're not a fan?

You know, funnily enough, Ruth, I can't stand the bastard.

So, where were you last night? He was with me.

All night? Yeah, all night.

Well, golden bollocks here, right, crashed out early on me,

so, erm, me and Bronny hooked up.

Nice. I texted him around midnight and he came over to my place.

Did you hear him leave?

No.

Any more questions?

Can we go inside?

You go. I'll save the rest for next time.

Look forward to it.

Are you sure you didn't hear them leave last night?

I was crashed out.

Pity.

If you change your mind, you know where to find me.

What the hell do you think you're doing?! We were listening to that!

Tell me you had nothing to do with torching Glyn's truck last night.

Alex, mun! Tell me you haven't been stirring crap up.

I had nothing to do with torching Glyn's truck last night.

Scout's honour.

I don't believe you.

If I was you, right...

..I wouldn't go leaving his keys around...

..where someone...

..might be tempted to nick 'em.

You stupid bastard!

Ah, he had it coming. He'll go ballistic! Fuck him!

Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell Glyn!

Right, because I'm blood and you love me. Love you?

BRON SNIGGERS What are you laughing at now?!

Nothing. He'll rip me to pieces, Alex, when he gets back!

What makes you so sure he's coming back?

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

Just saying, at all.

Right.

Are you sure nobody followed you?

Positive. And Glyn hasn't tried to contact you in any way? Nothing.

You? The same.

Making you suffer, he is...

..stringing it out.

I wouldn't be surprised if he set fire to the truck himself.

Why would he do that?

Well, to try and blame it on me somehow. Show that I was jealous.

Well, he'd be more likely to want to snap you in half.

LAUGHING: I'm not afraid of Glyn!

Well, perhaps you should be. He can be a dangerous bugger

when he wants to be. You need to be careful, Herbie. I AM being careful!

He can threaten me as much as he wants.

He's not having you back, no way.

Oh, where the bloody hell is he?!

Well, who cares?

I care!

I didn't mean it like that. What did you mean, then?

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me...

..and I never want to let you go.

You've got no idea what it's been like for me, you know.

Watching Glyn taking you for granted...

..and all the time you should have been with me.

It still doesn't mean I want anything to happen to him, Herbie.

I know. He's just messing your head, Sylvia.

Because the longer he's missing,

the more it'll play on your mind and come between us.

Nobody can know about us until Glyn is back safe.

Because if anybody finds out before then and he's done something stupid

to himself, they will never forgive us and we will never be happy.

Are you ever going to leave him?

Of course I am. I want us to be together, Herb.

Then stop hanging me out to dry...

..and say it more often. Oh, I am saying it now!

SHE SNIFFS IRRITATEDLY

Do you mean it? Of course I mean it. Why else would I be here?

Then say it again. I don't want to say it again. If you mean it,

you'd say it. Herbie, please, there's no need. There's every need.

Just say it, will you, for me?! Oh, for Christ's sake, Herbie,

stop it, will you?! FOR ME! SAY IT!!

You have got to stop pushing me, Herb.

I have been married for nearly 20 years

and some of those years were happy...

..with memories that I will always carry with me and treasure.

You have got to be patient with me

and understand that until Glyn is back safe and well

we are not going to be able to move on.

And we're going to have to be careful with one another

and make sure that what we have between us doesn't suffocate

before it's had a chance to live and grow.

Say you understand, Herbie.

Please say you understand what I'm trying to say. I understand.

Thank you.

I'd better go. I've got a lot of work to catch up on.

I'll call you tonight.

I don't know how long I can do this, Clive.

Keep up this lie that things are all right...

..when everyone knows that nothing is right...

..and might never, ever be right again.

I'm not right, Herbie's not right...

..and you are not right either, Clive.

Nothing is right.

Nobody wants our carpets any more,

and the only ones that do come in here are...

..lost people who come in here for directions...

..or the lonely buggers who haven't spoken to anyone for days

and they come in here hoping we've got something to say to them,

but we haven't got anything to say to them because we don't know

what's going on any more than they do, do we, Clive?

No.

No.

But does Glyn know?

Does Glyn know what's really going on in the Manse behind his back?

Why? Is something going on?

Ahem...

I think you and me need to have a little chat.

MUTTERING: Fuck.

LEFI SIGHS

I've been worrying myself sick!

Is everything all right?

I don't know what to say.

I know.

Who would want to torch Glyn's truck?

God knows, but now I don't know whether

to be angry with the bugger or feel sorry for him.

What does Ruth say?

Well, you know how she is, like a dog shaking a rat

if something doesn't feel quite right.

Good God.

If only I'd just kept my mouth shut on holiday

and not told Glyn about Herbie, none of this would have happened.

I know.

I could have just asked him quietly for a divorce

and we could have all moved on.

What about Herbie? What does he say?

All Herbie wants to know is when am I leaving Glyn.

You can't blame him, I suppose. Mags! But it's true!

I just want Herbie to understand how hard it is

throwing away 20 years of marriage with someone.

Don't tell me you're having second thoughts?

Course not.

But if Glyn comes back and starts blabbing to the whole town about us,

things could get tricky.

He won't do that.

Why not?

Well, he's got too much pride.

I wouldn't be so sure.

The way he is, he'd do anything to make things difficult for me.

Well...

..I'm not going to tell a soul.

I don't know what I'd do without you, Mags.

Thank you.

Nor me, you.

How would you feel if he never came back?

If he walked out on you and just...

..disappeared?

I don't know.

I'd be in limbo, I suppose...

..never knowing if he'd walk through the door and spoil everything.

And how would that make you feel?

You're asking a lot of questions today, Mags.

I want you to be happy.

Like you and Clive.

We try our best.

We need more wine. Mm.

You are going to try on this dress.

You're always saying you've got nothing to wear.

Oh, Sylvia, there's no need. Mags, go on. Go on!

Go on. I'm coming back now.

MARGARET WHIMPERS

MARGARET SOBS

What are you doing, Mags?

WHISPERS: Nothing.

Must be the wine...

..gone to my head.

Every Saturday after closing the shop,

me and my father would come in here without fail.

And I always thought that perhaps Herbie would want to

do the same thing with me, but he didn't want to know.

Carpets have never really been in his blood, see,

that's the truth of it.

He couldn't wait to run away to the big city fast enough.

And that's where he'd still be today if they hadn't caught him

fiddling the books and the woman he was living with

hadn't kicked him out on his arse, so I had to bail him out

and he had to come back home.

I had to take him back to... to save his bacon,

like I've always had to do, ever since the day he was born.

And now he's...

..he's stabbing me in the back all over again,

after all I've done for him...

..the ungrateful little shit.

There you go, boys - two pints of best.

Thank you, Min. Thank you very much. Cheers, cheers.

If I drink any more, I think I'll explode.

Eh?! What do you mean?

We haven't started yet, mun. Get it down you!

LAUGHING: Good God.

Hey, and you haven't eaten my kidneys either.

I don't really like 'em.

Well, why the bloody hell didn't you say?

I don't know.

I really don't know.

Look at that.

That's a work of art, that is, boy.

It's absolutely magnificent.

Progress, I think, Sarge. Good thing.

Dodgy tube, is it?

We'll make a detective out of you yet, Eif.

According to the Aron Hotel, where Glyn and Sylvia stayed, other guests

complained of a disturbance involving the two of them

on Thursday night. Raised voices and shouting, mostly,

which ended in Glyn storming out about 9 to half-9-ish.

And...?

Unfortunately, the girl working on reception that night

isn't due back in till tomorrow morning,

but I'm sure she'll be able to tell us more when we talk to her.

I've left your number with them, so fingers crossed.

That's great, Eif. Thanks. Thanks, Sarge.

Happiness.

You've got some balls, I'll give you that.

I don't want no trouble. I just, erm...

I want to speak to Glyn.

Join the club.

Hey...

..the truck is none of my doing.

It's not my style.

I forgot...

..you're the type who lays people's wives

when he's meant to be laying their carpets.

Just leave Sylvia out of this.

She doesn't know I'm here.

And she doesn't know you saw me with her that day at the Manse neither.

You're lucky I didn't tell Glyn.

I appreciate it...and I owe you.

You don't owe me anything. Glyn, he doesn't care about her, Lefi.

And if he was any kind of man, he'd want Sylvia to be happy and...

..just...just let her go.

I just need to know where he is that's all, so I can speak to him...

..face-to-face.

So, please, if you know anything...

..I want you to tell me.

I've got no idea where he is.

But if I see him before you...

..I'll tell him that you called.

Now, if you don't mind,

I've got other shit I need to deal with.

Frank?

Frank...

..what are you doing?

I thought I saw a fox.

Right.

We are having bass tonight.

Hoo-hoo!

Lovely.

FRANK LAUGHS

Come on!

I've taken the doors off.

So I see. Took longer than I thought,

but it's Sunday tomorrow so I'll have time to crack on.

You do know that Herbie and Clive are coming to lay the carpets

upstairs on Monday, don't you?

So we'll have to get all this cleared by then

and the furniture will need shifting upstairs. I'm on it, yeah?

I'll get the shelves sorted first thing tomorrow,

then sort the rest out after. Hoo!

OK.

Any news about the station?

Nothing new.

Tell you what, they'll probably have you running around

like a blue arsed fly next week, getting everything ready to close.

Probably.

Glyn Edwards has gone missing.

Sylvia's in bits.

We found his truck this morning, torched, no sign of Glyn.

And I get the feeling Lefi knows more than he's letting on.

Lefi was always such a good kid.

At least, he was in school. Worked hard.

Unlike that bloody brother of his.

Don't get me started on that one.

Alex Rapado? Ha...

Tricky bugger.

He skewered a rat once...

MAKES POPPING SOUND

..left it rot in acid in the chemistry lab.

Horrible shit.

Bass, bass, bass!

Wahey!

Tomi, boy.

CAT MEOWS

Where did you come from, eh?

Huh?

Good boy.

Argh!

Tomi, mun!

Come back!

CLIVE GROANS

Margaret? DOOR SLAMS

Margaret?!

FREEZER HUMS

It's me, it is, Glyn.

Clive.

I've been wanting to talk to you...

..since the night I put you in here...

..because it's been playing on my mind...

..and upsetting me and, erm...

Oh, hell's bells, I can't do this, Glyn.

I'm so sorry. I'm just too pissed.

It's too much for me. I just can't.

FREEZER LID SLAMS

UPSTAIRS DOOR CLOSES

I didn't mean to slam the lid down on you like that, Glyn.

ANOTHER DOOR CLOSES

But seeing you in there is upsetting.

Not that you are too chuffed about being in there either, I'm sure.

FOOTSTEPS

Stuck between a chicken pies and the lasagnes.

Clive?

Clive?!

Margaret!

Oh...

You've got a new dress.

Sylvia made me wear it.

It looks nice.

No, I don't.

I'm plain, Clive,

nothing more, nothing less.

Just...mutton dressed as lamb.

Shift over.

I've been talking to Glyn.

I heard.

But maybe,

when you feel the time is right...

..you could start talking to him, too.

I don't think so, no.

We'd only end up arguing.

THEY CHUCKLE

Somebody's burned Glyn's truck.

I know.

It was the talk of the social.

What were YOU doing in the social?

You never go to the social,

especially not on a Saturday.

John Frederick wanted company, wouldn't take no for an answer.

He drank me under the table.

Sylvia did the same to me. SHE GIGGLES

How is she?

Drunk...

..upset...

..worried...

..guilty, confused...

Oh, I could go on.

Bloody hell's bells.

I know.

Before Glyn came home that night...

..did I ever tell you...

..how lovely you looked?

No, Margaret, I need to tell you.

You looked...

..beautiful.

I can't remember the last time you said that to me.

Perhaps I should say it more often.

Perhaps you should. Mm.

It's never too late.

It's funny...

..before you asked me to marry you... Mm.

..I only thought you were going out with me to get closer to Sylvia.

It's true.

I only gave up on Sylvia when Glyn came on the scene

and wanted to smash anyone who looked at her.

Isn't that right, Glyn?!

Do you have to talk to him like he's really there?!

But he is there, Margaret.

And he always will be.

There was no need to say that, was there? Hmm?

He's only in there because of me.

What are you doing? Getting up.

I want to go. Oh, don't go. Come back.

Leave me alone, Clive.

But... I said, "Leave me alone", please!

CLIVE SIGHS

CAT MEOWS

If I hadn't agreed to feed you, you bugger...

..none of this would have happened.

Wahey! Ho-ho!

Ooh, hey...

Bugger off, then, if you don't want to dance!

Oof!

Hey, hey! Look!

Look who it is!

Judas himself.

Delilah didn't want you tonight, did she?

Bugger off and leave me alone. Oh, don't be like that, mun.

I need a favour.

Erm...

..I want a lift to the graveyard so that I can have a chat with my Gwen.

What do you say?

Jesus H Christ on a bike, I've heard it all now.

Hey, look, boy. I can't bloody walk there, Herbie.

It's pissing down with rain, man!

I don't give a shit! Oh, don't go, mun. Come back.

Where are you going now?!

As far away from you as I can!

But I... But I need to speak to your mother!

I'm not your skivvy any more, John Frederick! Those days are gone!

Things are changing!

Then I'll have to drive myself. Yeah, good idea.

Why don't you drive like fuck and smash into a tree

while you're at it? You don't care about me! You never have!

All you care about is yourself and her!

Well, bollocks to the two of you!

Hey... Hey, I don't need you any more.

I just found my own keys, shit-head! Come back here, you stupid bastard!

You'll get yourself killed! I'm coming, Gwenny! I'm coming!

Gwen, I'm coming! Give me those keys!

Argh! Bugger off!

You're not going... Leave me alone!

..anywhere!

You clumsy bastard!

Don't you call me a clumsy bastard!

You're a little bastard yourself!

Argh!

Argh! Argh!

Aargh!

THEY GRUNT AND GROAN

Argh!

Aaa-aargh!

You do that again, John Frederick,

and I swear to God...

Just get inside.

I can't.

You can't leave me here, Herbie.

I'm pissed...

..and I'll die!

HE SOBS

Aaaaaargh!

Help me, Herbie, please!

I'm your father!

JOHN FREDERICK GROANS

I hate you...

..with every breath in my body.

Right, puss...

..time to go home.

OK?

Go on.

Go on.

Go on, boy.

Good boy. Go on.