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Oh my good God.

He's not breathing.

Well, he's gotta 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 wanna see him!

He's broken his neck. There's nothing we can do.

Oh my God!

No!

I, I never meant to hurt him, Clive.

No.

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

I thought he was gonna 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, it was an accident. A terrible accident.

I should never have agreed to feed the cat!

Glyn talked you into it, that's why!

I didn't have to say yes though, did I?

Why do these things always happen to us, Clive?

I dunno.

We're good people.

Course we are.

Hold me.

Hold me tighter.

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!

What the bloody hell are we gonna do?

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

Explain to her what's happened.

Of course we will.

She's bound to understand.

It was an accident, a terrible accident.

Well, I didn't mean to hurt him, Clive.

No.

Do you think Ruth will understand?

Of course she will. She'll have to.

Yeah.

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 Hayden.

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 just have to phone 999.

Where's the landline?

Er, um, 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.

No!

What?

Wait.

What are you gonna say?

I'll have to tell 'em 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 out by there. -Stop looking at him.

But it happened.

How are we gonna be able to think straight

if you keep looking at him?

Because I haven't killed anyone before!

You didn't kill anyone tonight either. I was there.

He slipped and fell awkwardly,

banged his head of 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.

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?

Well, of course it counts.

But what about Sylvia?

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

that I've killed her husband?

Oh.

You're not going to tell her.

I 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.

A-a-and what would they be?

We could, um...

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.

W-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.

Oh! Oh, I don't wanna go to jail either.

I love you too.

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.

I don't think I could do that.

Then we'd 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.

Oh God, Clive. He's alive!

No, no, it's a death rattle. It happens when you die.

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

I'm so sorry.

You mustn't blame yourself.

Yeah, well I can't help it.

I know what I saw, Margaret.

Oh my God, Clive. Look.

The cat, is he 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. -Into...

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

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

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.

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'll 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.

Well, why didn't you say it?

I didn't wanna upset you.

I can't be more upset that I already am.

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.

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 okay?

Oh, I know this sounds stupid,

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

Or if he was, 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.

Oh shush now, come on.

No, 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.

I really needed to do that.

Good.

Now, let's get on.

Drive carefully.

And you.

Stick as close to me as you can.

Mm.

Oh.

You got it? Pull.

Right, come on.

-Hold on, hold on, hold on. -All right.

Right, grab a leg.

Okay.

Oh, Clive.

Oh, hell's bells, Glyn.

Help me get him off me, Margaret!

All right, all right.

Please, Margaret.

Hell's bells, Margaret.

I'm trying, I'm trying.

-Get him! -Are you all right?

Oh, it doesn't feel right?

Huh?

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

It's not right.

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

I can feel it.

I know it's not what you wanna hear, but-

I'm agreeing with you, Margaret, okay?

Well there's no need to shout!

I'm not. I'm-I'm not. I'm not shouting.

We're gonna have to take him back home with us.

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

I know.

We'll have to go in our car.

We've gotta leave the pickup here

so people will think it was either stolen

or that Glyn drove it up near himself before going AWOL.

We agreed, Margaret.

So, well, lets get Glyn back in the pickup truck

and I'll turn our car round.

Bingo.

Pick up the feet.

All right, all right.

You ready?

One, two, three.

Go.

Lift him. Lift him.

I am.

Keep going.

-Push. Push. -I am pushing.

Push him, Margaret.

I am pushing.

Okay, okay, okay, you got him?

Yeah.

Come on, Clive.

Oh, I feel better that Glyn's with us.

And me.

Clive?

Clive?

Clive?

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 gonna 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 old freezer.

It's unnatural.

Don't be ridiculous.

What if we have a power cut?

Well, he'll just have to melt

with the fish fingers and and the haddock mornays

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

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

Get your hands off me!

You are being irrational.

And putting your brother-in-law

in somebody else's freezer isn't?

Stop it.

Stop it, I said!

We have to stop doing this, Margaret.

I'm sorry.

We've gotta stay calm and help each other.

Or we're gonna be rumbled.

We mustn't panic.

No.

We've gotta stay calm and not let anything show.

I'm not gonna let anything show, Clive.

I'm gonna stay calm...

And not panic.

I'm sorry.

And me.

I'm okay now, I'm good.

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

until we decide what to do.

Bingo.

You'd better go and get ready.

You don't wanna be late.

I don't wanna leave you.

Oh, 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 gonna come?

I wanna 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.

Ugh.

You've been busy.

Is 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 at lunchtime.

Glyn?

Glyn?

Glyn?

Oh. Oh, bloody hell.

Um, it's not what you think.

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

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

It's none of my business.

The thing is, see Clive, he's gone AWOL.

Herbie.

How do you mean?

Well, um, I-I haven't seen or heard from him

since last night.

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

and noticed his car had gone.

And he would never do that, see,

unless there was something wrong.

He would at least tell me.

You must've noticed the change in him.

No, I can't say I have, no. He's just been normal.

Ah, 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, er...

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 gonna make a mistake,

and when he does I'm gonna be there

to catch him red-handed, right?

Coffee?

Good idea.

What?

We can't sit in the bloody car.

Well...

We'll get out.

Oh my good God.

Margaret?

What are you doing back?

Oh, 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.

Well, come in. I need a hug.

I'm so glad to see you.

And 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.

Aw. 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 pickup.

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

When was this?

Last night.

I mean, neither of us was 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 am really worried, Mags.

You haven't seen him have you?

Glyn? No.

No? I thought perhaps he might have talked to Clive.

Doesn't talk to many people, but he trusts Clive.

He hasn't said anything.

And, um, Clive would've told me.

We were together all night.

Does Herbie know what's happened?

Oh, I had to tell him, Mags.

And fair play, he come down straight away

and brought me home.

Oh, that's nice of him.

Now he's worried sick, Mags. that Glyn is on the war path

and is gonna come after him.

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

And I feel so ashamed.

Oh, 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.

That's my phone.

Hello?

Sorry to interrupt your holiday, Sylvia.

But, er, it's me it is, Lefi.

It's Lefi.

I'm up on site in Glyn's pickup.

Oh, thank God for that. Is he with you?

Well, no, th-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 'til Saturday with you?

Er, there was a, there was a change of plan, Lefi,

and, um, he had to come back yesterday.

Right.

Are you sure he is not up there somewhere with you?

Oh, I can have another look for you if you want,

but I've pretty much looked everywhere.

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

Of course, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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

And you.

"And you."

Watkin's 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.

Ah, 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.

So please come home.

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

I'll pop over in my lunch break.

You just call 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!

Alright, 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, no, no, no, no!

You stay where you are, Clive.

I want you to hear what he's got to say for himself.

Fine. Fine. Just stop going on about it.

And 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.

Okay, no problem.

I bloody knew it! Bloody Sylvia!

She's a married woman.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

Can you keep your voice down?

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

You little bastards. Oh.

Margaret?

Margaret!

Oh! Oh my good God!

Stay back!

Oh, mind your hand, you daft bugger!

Oh, I'm so sorry. Clive. I dunno where my head was.

Are you all right?

Stinging enough, but I'll live.

Oh!

Oh, let me see.

Oh, its sore, Clive.

You'll need to show the doctor that.

I can't risk going to the doctor.

Just put some of the burn cream and gauze on it

as best you can, it'll be okay.

Well, I'll try my best.

Well, at least we'll have an excuse

not to go back to work.

But Herbie's just come back

and John Frederick's on the war path.

Oh, bloody hell, Clive!

Why is all this happening to us?

It's only me.

Hell's bells, it's Sylvia.

Have I came at a bad time?

No!

No, just, er, a lucky escape with the chip pan

and, um, it still smells of smoke

and Clive's burnt his hand but we're okay.

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

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

Well, 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?

Er, there you go.

Er, erm...

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 back. Sit down here.

Come on.

Let's have a look. Right.

Right.

Oh, you poor thing.

Oh, I'm sorry, Clive.

You poor thing.

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.

Well, I would've come sooner

if I'd known the freezer was playing up.

I'd 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.

It's working lovely again now though.

And it's stuff we needed to use anyway, Sylv.

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

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

Oh, thanks all the same, Mags, but I'd better not.

Just in case Glyn comes home and decides to play merry hell

'cause 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 'til tomorrow.

Lovely.

They were probably busy with customers.

Let's hope so.

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 had a tiff like you said,

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

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 gonna have to say something to Ruth at the station.

What do you think?

You'll probably have to.

Yes.

Oh, you'll have to come with me, Mags.

Oh, 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.

Yes, make sure you do.

This is hell on Earth.

Yes.

I need to lie down.