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THEME MUSIC

CAT MEOWS

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

Right, puss, time to go home.

OK?

Go on.

Go on.

Go on, boy.

Good boy. Go on.

RUTH: Stop it! Stop it!

That's enough!

Stop it! I said stop it now!

If you don't say anything,

we're going to have to call a doctor.

There's no need to call a doctor.

I just want to go home.

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

I never believed all that stuff people were saying about you.

About the cat poisoning.

Haydn?

I never poisoned anyone.

No...

No, of course not. I didn't think you did.

But I thought I should let you know, anyway, just in case.

You sure you don't want me to come in with you?

No, you go.

I'm good.

Aaaaargh! HE SOBS

RUMBLE OF THUNDER

HAYDN GROANS

Are you there?!

Is this what you want?!

I hope you are watching me up there!

LOUD CRACK OF THUNDER

Bastard!

Aaaargh!

Aww!

HE GASPS

Why won't you let me die, you heartless bastard?!

CRACK OF THUNDER

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

Get him off me, Margaret! All right, all right! Please, Margaret!

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

Get him...!

CLIVE AND MARGARET GROAN

There's something out there, Clive, watching us. I can feel it.

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

I'm agreeing with you, Margaret, OK? Well, there's no need to shout!

I'm not...I'm not shouting!

Lift him! Lift him!

I am! Keep going!

MARGARET GRUNTS

Push! I am pushing!

Push him, Margaret! I am pushing!

Come on, Clive!

CAR DOORS SLAM

ENGINE STARTS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

MOBILE PHONE RINGS AND BUZZES

I hear you, Lord!

I hear you! Aaaaah!

MANIACAL LAUGHTER

I love you!

Go on, boy! Good boy!

Clive!

Why didn't you answer me when I called? Hmm?

It's not nice being ignored. Why are you ignoring me?!

I'm not. CRYING: You are!

I've been calling and calling. I never heard you.

MARGARET WHIMPERS

I feel awful.

Here, drink this.

I don't want it. I'm trying to help. But you're not helping.

So what do you want me to do, then, Margaret?

I... I want us to go to chapel.

What?

Now, this morning, me and you. Have you slept in that dress?

I'm going to change my clothes, Clive. And you don't believe in God.

I do. Since when? Since I murdered Glyn.

I've got to live with what I've done.

Chapel's not going to help if you don't believe in God, Margaret.

And besides, if you do go, people will begin to wonder

why the bloody hell you are just turning up

out of the blue like that. Other people do it.

Like who?! Evelyn "Seriously Ill" started going

only months before she died. She was a hypochondriac!

So? Oh, I'm not listening to this. It's ridiculous!

But I can't live with myself, Clive.

I need God to forgive me!

He's not going to forgive you just like that, is he?

Oh...

Oh, I'm at the end of my tether here!

I'm trying to make you see sense. You're putting me down, more like!

Making me feel small... Hell's bells, Margaret, you are impossible!

Oh, don't you "hell's bells" me!

If you weren't so selfish, I wouldn't feel so bad about myself!

Me, selfish? Have you listened to yourself recently?!

SHE GASPS

Bugger off!

Oh, bugger off, I said!

Aww!

DOOR CREAKS

FOOTSTEPS

I'll be off, then...

..or I'll be late.

I hope you find what you need.

So do I.

DOOR CLOSES

KNOCKING ON FRONT DOOR

Sorry to bother you so early on a Sunday, Herbie, but can I come in?

Er, yeah, yeah. Come in.

Yeah, mind your head.

I won't keep you long, Herbie.

I just need to ask you a few quick questions, if that's OK?

Yeah, yeah. Fire away. It's about the other night,

when you drove down to pick Sylvia up from the Aron Hotel,

where she and Glyn were staying, just before Glyn went missing.

Are you OK? How did you know I was there?

The receptionist told me.

She was on duty that night. Right. I just got off the phone to her.

I went down there to help her.

I was worried about her. Sylvia, you mean?

Yeah, Sylvia.

She called about 10pm, saying that her and Glyn had had a bust-up...

..and he'd driven off in a tear.

Do you know what they were arguing about?

They'd had a few drinks and, er...

..she told him...

..about us - me and her.

We've been seeing each other

since I laid her stair and landing carpet nearly ten months ago.

Well, he went bananas, apparently, and...and drove off.

I drove down there to see if she was all right.

I must have got there about...one in the morning.

And did she ask you to do that?

Oh, no, no. She didn't want me down there at all,

just in case Glyn came back and ripped my head off.

I wanted to drive her home straight away,

but...she wanted to wait till the morning.

So, you booked a separate room for yourself? Yeah.

Well, I didn't have a choice, Ruth. It's not hotel policy

to allow other guests to stay in a paying room for two.

Dangerous if you had done and Glyn discovered you with Sylvia.

Yeah, but I'm not afraid of him, Ruth.

I'm not suggesting you are. No, no, I know.

But Glyn didn't come back? No.

So, you both checked out in the morning and you drove Sylvia home?

Yeah. And you haven't seen or heard from Glyn since?

No, but you've got to understand I'm as desperate

as anyone for Glyn to come back, so that Sylvia can leave him.

Because the longer he's AWOL, the more the whispers will start

that we had something to do with his disappearance.

So, you've no idea where Glyn could be?

If I did, I'd be there now.

So it wasn't Glyn who gave you that black eye? No.

That happened last night.

Thanks. You've been very helpful.

Like I said, sorry for bothering you so early on a Sunday morning.

Er, no problem.

I'll be in touch. Right.

Take care.

What happened last night...

..is nobody else's business but ours.

You can't hide from me, Herbie.

I'm still your father.

SINGING FADES

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

Tomi?

SHE TAPS BOWL

Tomi?

FOOTSTEPS

Lefi! Sorry.

I didn't mean to startle you.

I knocked the front door and heard you calling out here.

I've not long got up and I must look a state.

And Tomi's gone missing.

The cat.

He'll turn up, I'm sure.

So, what can I do for you?

I was just wondering if there's anything else you want me to do

this week up on-site, seeing as Glyn's not back yet

and he asked me to look after everything while he's away.

I think it's best you just carry on till he gets back.

Right.

You know what needs doing up there better than I do, I'm sure. Mm.

But it's good of you to come and ask.

No problem.

Come in.

I take it you have no idea where Glyn is?

No.

It's OK if you do know and don't want to say. I....

I just need to know he's safe, that's all.

I don't know anything.

Did Glyn ever talk to you about me?

Not really, no.

But I know about you and Herbie.

A few months back, I called in here looking for Glyn...

..and you answered the door in your dressing gown.

You said you were about to have a bath...

..but you were lying to me...

..because when I was leaving...

..I saw Herbie in the upstairs window...

..staring back down at me...

..in Glyn's dressing gown.

He was looking at me right in my eye...

..like he wanted me to see him.

I saw him...

..and he saw me.

Why didn't you ever tell Glyn?

It wasn't my place to, really.

Truth is, I was invisible to Glyn.

He stopped looking at me...

..seeing me.

And everybody wants to feel wanted sometimes, Lefi...

..even if the person doing the seeing isn't their husband.

I see you.

I think I've always seen you.

MOBILE PHONE BUZZES

KETTLE GURGLES

KETTLE CLICKS

Milk? Erm, just black, please.

One sugar.

Margaret.

Good God!

Haydn.

I was about to say the same thing.

It's been a while since we last saw you in chapel.

Yes.

Yes, well, I thought I'd give it a go, you know,

with things as they are.

And how are things?

Oh...

..you know.

Perhaps that's why I saw Clive in the Social yesterday.

There must be something in the water.

One turns to beer, while the other turns to God.

Which one are you, Haydn?

I'm trying to turn over a new leaf, Margaret.

I can see.

And how is Clive?

I saw he'd hurt his hand.

Clive?

He burnt it on the chip pan.

I've got just the right burn cream for that.

I could drop it off for you, if you want? No!

What I mean is, there's no need.

It might be better if I come over and pick it up on the way home.

Oh...

That's a much better idea.

The sooner he starts using it, the quicker he'll feel the benefit.

Lovely.

It's not right, see, Glyn.

I can feel it pulling.

Like it's turning septic or something.

But you were always having cuts on your hand.

Goes with the terrain, I suppose.

It's hard for Margaret, having you in the house,

but the funny thing is...

..I find it comforting.

You and me never had much to say to each other at the best of times...

..but talking to you now

feels nearly normal.

I just wish she could find something

that'll make her feel better.

Some kind of peace.

Because she's not right, Glyn.

She's far from right.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Come in.

Thank you. You go through.

It's been a long time since I've had a visitor here, Margaret.

No need to apologise.

No?

No.

Not on my account, no.

I'll go and get you the cream.

I won't be long.

DOOR CLOSES

Haydn!

Haydn?

There's nothing to be afraid of, Margaret. Oh!

It's only me.

MARGARET GASPS

I didn't know where you'd gone. Just trying to help you, that's all.

I've...

..always felt it was easy for you and Clive, see.

You always had each other.

But now, I know that you're struggling, too, Margaret...

..in the dark, looking for light.

But you must be careful...

..not to steal it too soon...

..or it will flicker.

And if it flickers...

..it will die.

Do you understand?

No...

..I don't think I do.

I'm talking about you and me, Margaret.

And Clive.

Even Glyn.

Is he out there, in the wilderness?

Is he wrestling his demons, like us?

Or is he gone for good and never coming back?

Do you know where Glyn is?

Do you, Margaret?

MARGARET GULPS

SHE WHISPERS: I'm so sorry, Haydn.

I have to go.

Please, no!

I... I have to. Margaret!

GATE RATTLES

Please, Margaret, wait!

You forgot Clive's cream.

I've put the instructions inside and everything.

Thank you.

I didn't mean to upset you.

No...

..I know.

No news, I'm sorry to say.

Right.

OK, Lefi? Yeah, yeah.

Just, erm, seeing if Sylvia wanted me to move Glyn's truck

over to my place for safe keeping.

Is that all right? Should be OK.

I'll give you a ring, then, once it's done. Lovely.

Can I come in for five minutes?

Of course.

GATE CREAKS

MUFFLED VOICES

Well, I'm here if you need me.

I've got your number. I'll give you a call. Thank you.

Of course. Any time.

OK, well, you take care.

Oh, thanks. And sorry again, Ruth, for the misunderstanding.

MOBILE PHONES BUZZES Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here?!

I was trying to warn you that Ruth knows all about us,

but you never answer my messages!

Is there any wonder, when you're out here spying on me?! Get in! Get in!

Why did you have to tell Ruth everything about us? I didn't have

any choice. She'd already spoken to the hotel. You could have told her

we were just good friends. We're not even that at the moment, are we?

Oh, don't be so childish!

If I hadn't said anything and she found out later,

she'd get even more suspicious that we had something to do with

Glyn's disappearance. Even so. Bugger your "even so"!

What was Lefi doing here? So you HAVE been spying on me.

I was desperate to get hold of you!

You've got no idea, have you, what I am going through?

With Glyn missing and fingers being pointed in every direction

and more beans being spilt without need!

And since when has it been more important to be talking to Lefi...

..than answering my calls and texts? I needed to speak to him, Herbie.

Oh, yeah, I'm sure you did!

I bet you made his day.

What's that supposed to mean? Oh, don't think I haven't noticed.

I've seen the way you are around him,

and the way he looks at you. This is ridiculous.

No, it's you who's being ridiculous, trying to deny it!

I don't need to listen to this. You just don't like hearing the truth,

that's your problem. Get out of my way!

Not till you've said you're sorry. Are you insane?

Get out of my way! You've got no idea what it's like to be alone.

You're petrified of it! Get your hands off me!

Maybe John Frederick was right when he said you were just leading me on

because you were bored and needed attention. Let me go!

Bored with Glyn and bored with life!

Just tell me you love me!

Argh!

Sylvia!

Don't run away from me, please!

Come back!

Sylvia!

Get away from me! Leave me alone!

Sylvia!

Sylvia, please!

Please!

Open the door, Mags, please! Open the door!

Oh, Clive, stop him, please, he's gone bananas! What's going on?

I just want to talk to her, that's all. Please... Whoa, now. Hold on...

Hold on! Sylvia, I'm sorry, OK?

She was shutting me out, Clive, and I've done nothing wrong!

Sylvia, please! Please, please...

What the hell is going on here?! Herbie's making a bloody fool of

himself, Mags, that's what! I fucking love her, all right?!

HERBIE SOBS

I don't need this commotion, Herbie!

Just bugger off home!

Oh, Mags, this is awful. What am I going to do?

Shh. Come on, let's get you inside.

I want to put my head in a bucket of cement.

Then do it.

You don't mean that.

She's a married woman, Herb. I know, Clive, but I'm only human!

Tell me we're still friends.

We're still friends.

That means the world to me, Clive...

..because I don't think Sylvia wants to know me any more.

If I was you, I'd go home and leave her alone

until she's had time to think.

There's a lot going on for her, after all.

I'm just afraid everything's changed, Clive...

..and I won't ever be able to change things back.

You know what I'm saying?

This is all Glyn's fault. He's behind all of this.

Making me suffer by running away and not telling me

where he is or when he's coming back!

And now Ruth knows about Herbie, so soon enough, everyone will know

and they'll all start to whisper behind my back, saying I've got

something to do with Glyn disappearing. And I'll be

stuck there forever, unless I move away, but where would I go?

Where would I go, Mags?

SYLVIA SIGHS

All I wanted was to be happy.

Why can't I have the chance to be happy, like you and Clive?

Don't I have the right to be happy, Mags?

MARGARET WAILS

What is it?

What's wrong, Mags?

Mags?

MARGARET SOBS

CRYING: Glyn...

..is not coming back.

What?

I said...

..Glyn...

..is not coming back.

What do you mean? How do you know?

Tell me what the bloody hell you're talking about, Mags!

He's dead.

I killed him.

Oh...!

SHE SOBS

Oh, no, no, no, no...!

Tell me you haven't killed my husband!

I did it, I did it, I did it!

It was an accident, a terrible accident!

You've got to believe me! It wasn't meant to happen!

Stay away from me!

Please, Sylvia, don't push me away!

Please! It's the truth!

Let me go!

BANGING ON DOOR

Hell's bells, Margaret...

..what in God's name have you done?!

I had to tell her, Clive. I can't live with myself,

seeing Sylvia going through hell for what I've done! I just can't!

All the lying and the hiding, I just can't!

SYLVIA WAILS

Please, Sylvia, let me in.

I'm so sorry, but I had to tell you. I had to!

And what about me?

Did you ever stop to think what this might mean for me...

..after I helped you with Glyn,

when it would have been so much easier to wash my hands of you

and walk away? Did you, Margaret? Did you?!

Because that's what I did for you, do you hear me?

Because you are my wife, and that's what you do when you love someone -

you stick together through thick and thin

and not throw them under a bus without warning!

I'm not throwing you under the bus!

I'm setting you free! Free?

Free?

Free?! Yes!

You'll never have to go through the torment of lying for me ever again.

Because I'll be in jail, that's why!

Because I stuck up for you and you never stuck up for me!

No. Yes, Margaret, yes!

You don't care about me.

All you care about is yourself and your sister.

No, don't say that. It's not true. I love you.

Not as much as you love your own blood. No way.

Would you hang Sylvia out to dry like you've done to me?

DOOR OPENS

Tell me where he is.

I need you to tell me what you've done with my Glyn.

He's downstairs.

Glyn's...

..downstairs, in the freezer.

SYLVIA SOBS

MARGARET LAUGHS MANIACALLY

SYLVIA WAILS

Do not abandon me.

Show me the way, Lord.

Show me the light.

Speak to me.

Speak.

FREEZER HUMS

ENGINE STOPS

MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS