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I suppose everyone
is afraid of it a little bit.

Wary, perhaps,

or anxious,

of things changing when
you least expect it.

It's only natural.

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

with routines we've
grown used to,

full of faces we know
and people we trust.

Come on, we haven't
got all day, come on!

There you go, Hefina.

Thank you very much.

-So long, now.
-Bye-bye.

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!

Until everything
changes forever.

Here,

put these on.

These trousers make
my legs look skinny.

But they are skinny.

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.

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, um, happy birthday.

Oh, thank you, Clive.

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!

He expects me to drop
everything when I'm busy too.

Where is Glyn?

Oh, 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.

Aw!

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 from 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!

It 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?

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
on board 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
gonna make up, that's good.

Well, 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's gonna be
looking after the site

while I'm away, Clive.

It's his first time
up there without me.

Oh, very good.

Hey, and Clive's gonna 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, boy.

Come on! Whoa!

-Come on, man!
-Hey!

Bloody hell's bells.

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.

Um...

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.

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've 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've
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.

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've 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.

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.

Oh, 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.

Did the party
carry on 'til 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!

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.

So 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.

Well, 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.

Oh, well, Clive could come over

and measure with you now
if it suits, you know.

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, ta-ra.

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 gonna 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's this?
-Shh!

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, man!

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, man!

Alex!

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
straightaway, 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!

Tomi?

Puss?

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's 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, man.

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 gonna say,

but I tried sitting
down 20 minutes ago

and I didn't like it.

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

Well, fuck them.

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?

81.

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.

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?

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

Who?

What's this all about?

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've 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!

It's okay, 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?

Oh, oy!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

Give me your coat.

All right.

Oh, oh!

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

Oh, but...

He's friendly enough,
Margaret. Look.

Here we go.

Well, 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!

Come on.

Puss, puss, puss,
puss, puss, ooh!

That's clever.

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.

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?

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...

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 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 Lewis.

Good.

You hungry?

Starving.

Wait by there.

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!