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Get yourself tucked into these.

Thanks Sarge. I'd eat an horse.

It's only coffee and a couple of

leftover sausage rolls.

It's good we've had rain,

whole forest could have gone up.

Hm.

That's what the fire brigade said.

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

Glyn not around?

No sighting of him.

Does he know what happened?

Have you called him?

Not yet but,

I was waiting for you before I did anything.

That's okay.

No sign of forced entry.

Perhaps it wasn't locked.

Glyn!

What you doing?

I'm listening out for a .

It kept me awake all night.

I can't hear anything.

Shh.

The little bugger is hiding

up there somewhere, that's why.

Oh.

How is it? Any better?

No.

I think you should go to the doctor.

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

But it's nasty with them, Clive.

I'll be all right with cream and fresh dressing

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

Oh.

There it is, again.

I can hear it.

Don't kill it!

Oh.

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.

Shoo.

Oh my good God.

Clive, quick.

Clive!

What is it? What's wrong?

It's Ruth.

She's just gone up to the Mans.

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

Where else will she be going Clive?

It's a dead end.

Hell spells.

Oh, 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.

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.

I can't.

-You're 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 you a 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. Is he with you?

No. No he isn't.

I think I 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?

Well, I've tried phoning him

but he left his phone in the truck.

Lefi found it yesterday.

So after having an row with you,

he drove home but went straight up to 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?

Oh.

Well, he has a brother somewhere

but they haven't spoken in years.

I'm so sorry Ruth.

It's not like me to get upset.

It's only normal to worry.

Has he ever gone on a walk about like this before?

The 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,

that usually never leaves his side.

He's gonna be okay, 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.

Oh no problem.

Oh. Sorry Sylvia, what was the name

of the hotel you and Glyn were staying at again?

-The hotel? -Yes.

Is it important?

No, it's just a formality.

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 whiff about it.

She saw me.

Has she gone?

She's gone. She's gone.

Oh thank God for that.

If I carry on like this,

I'm gonna get the .

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

How are you managing to stay so calm?

think that you've done this before.

I absolutely 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,

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.

Yeah, tomorrow my ass.

You can't fool me, you know.

I have to go.

See, there was a time

when nothing would come between us.

We stayed together through thick and thin.

-Father and son. -Oh.

But now all you want to do,

is lie to me and run away.

What chance have I, running away?

I'm at your beck and call, day and night.

Heck, I .

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, what about me and Clive in 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?

I know that 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, okay?

'Cause I can look after myself.

No, you can't.

Without me, you'll fall out your own ass.

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

Before she brings out her old caboodle down

and everything I've ever worked my guts out for,

will go down the pond.

Will you just let me be?

If you go to her now, you and me are finished.

You hear me?

Bastard!

Oh shit.

Alex?

What have you done?

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.

There's no sign of Glyn.

Shit.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Yeah, come in.

Thanks.

Sorry about the mess.

I've seen worse.

Alex still living here with you?

Yeah, only till he gets himself straightened out though.

Is he not around?

No. 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.

Well, we always keep it locked.

Hm. I'm sure you do.

Is it you or Glyn who sleeps up there sometimes?

Oh, that will be Glyn.

He sleeps there now and again,

if he's in the dog house so if he's charcoal burning.

He's always done it.

Is he often in the dog house?

I don't know. That's none of my business.

Any money worries you know of?

He's never said anything.

What do you think?

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

What about his phone?

Sylvia said you found it.

Do you still love it?

No, I put it back in 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.

Looks like we're late to the party.

Hello Alex.

All right.

I need to ask you

a few questions, if that's okay.

I thought you were gonna say that.

Somebody torched Glyn's truck

in the forest last night.

Oh, well fuck me. There's a pity.

You're not a fan.

You know, funny enough, Ruth,

I can't stand the bastard.

So where were you last night?

He was with me.

-All night? -Yeah, all night.

Golden bollocks here, crashed out early on me.

So, me and Bronny hooked up.

Nice.

He texted me 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.

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 man.

Tell me you haven't been stirring crap up.

I had nothing to do with torching

Glyn's truck last night. Scouts' honour.

I don't believe you.

But if I was you right,

I wouldn't go leaving these keys around

where someone might be tempted to nick 'em.

You stupid bastard.

Oh, you 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?

What 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 it all.

All right.

Are you sure nobody followed you?

Positive.

And Glyn hasn't tried to contact you in any way?

Nothing.

-You? -Same.

Making you suffer, he is.

Stringing us 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.

He'll show that I was jealous.

Would be more likely to want to snap you in half.

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 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 in with your head, Sylvia.

Because the longer he is 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 has done something stupid to himself,

they will never forgive us and we will never be happy.

Are you ever gonna leave?

Of course I am, I want us to be together but-

Stop hanging me out to dry.

And say it more often.

Oh, I am saying it now.

Do you mean it?

Of course I mean it, why else would I be here?

Then say it again.

I don't wanna say it again.

If you mean it, you'll say it.

Oh Herbie please, there's no need.

There's every need!

Just say it, will you? For me!

-Oh for Christ's sake! -For me!

Herbie stop it, will you?

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 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 gonna be able to move on.

And we're gonna 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 better go.

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

-I'll call you tonight. -Yeah.

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.

It might never ever be right again.

I'm not right.

Herbie's not right.

And you were not right either, Clive.

Nothing is right.

Nobody wants to have carpets anymore.

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.

Well, we haven't got anything to say to them

because we don't know what's going on

anymore than they do, do we Clive?

No.

No.

But does Glyn know?

Does Glyn know what's really going on

in the Mans behind his back?

Why? Is something going on?

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

I've been worrying myself sick.

Is everything alright?

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?

You know how she is

like a dog shaking a rat if something

doesn't feel quite right.

Good God.

If only I just kept my mouth shut on our 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.

Of course not.

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 am 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.

You are gonna try on this dress.

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

Oh. Oh Sylvia, there's no need.

Mags, go on. Go on, go on.

I'm coming back now.

What are you doing, Mags?

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, you 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

of the woman he was living with,

and kicked him out on his ass.

So I had to bail him out and he had to come back home.

I had to take him back to save his .

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 a best.

Thank you, Minnie. Thank you very much.

Cheers. Cheers.

If I drink anymore, I think I'll explode.

Eh?

What do you mean?

We haven't started yet.

Now, get it down you. My God.

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

I don't really like them.

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.

It's absolutely magnificent.

Progress, I think, Sarge.

Good thing?

Dodgy too, was it?

We'll make a Detective out of you yet, Tave.

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 nine to half, nine-ish.

And?

Unfortunately, the girl working on reception

that night isn't due back in until 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, Tave. Thanks.

Thanks Sarge.

Happiness.

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

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

I want to speak to Glyn.

Join the club.

Hey.

The truck is none of my doing.

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 Mans 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 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.

If you don't mind,

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

Frank?

Frank?

What you doing?

I thought I saw a fox.

Right.

We are having bass tonight.

Lovely.

Come on.

-I'm taking the doors off. -So I see.

Took longer than I thought but,

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

So you do know that Herbie and Clive are coming

to lay the carpet upstairs on Monday,

-don't you? -Ah.

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

And the furniture needs shifting upstairs.

I'm on it.

Yeah.

I'll get the shelves sorted first thing tomorrow,

and sort the rest out after.

-Whoo! -Okay.

Any news about the station?

Nothing new.

Tell you what, they'll probably have you

running around like a blue-assed 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.

Now 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...

Tricky bugger.

He skewered a rat once,

left it to rot in acid in the chemistry lab.

Horrible shit.

Bass, bass, bass.

Hey.

Tommy boy.

Where did you come from, eh?

Huh?

Good boy.

Tommy, man.

Come back.

All right.

Margaret?

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...

I also felt I can't do this Glyn, I'm so sorry.

I'm just too pissed.

It's too much for Margaret. She can't.

I didn't mean to slam the lid down

on you like that, Glyn.

But seeing you in there is upsetting.

Not that you are too chuffed about

being in there either, I'm sure.

Stuck between the chicken pies and the lasagnas.

Clive?

Clive?

Margaret!

You 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.

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. -Mm.

Sylvia did the same to me.

-How is she? -Mm.

-Drunk. -Mm.

Upset.

Worried.

Guilty, confused, oh I could go on.

Bloody hell, I suppose.

I know.

Before Glyn came home that night,

did I ever tell you I how lovely you looked?

-Hm. -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. -Hm.

It's never too late.

It's funny how,

before you asked me to marry you,

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.

He always will be.

There was no need to say that, was there?

Hm.

He's only in there because of me.

What are you doing?

Getting up.

I wanna go.

Ah, don't go. Come back.

Leave me alone, Clive.

-But- -I said leave me alone.

Please.

If I hadn't agreed to feed you,

little bugger, none of this would have happened.

Hey.

Ooh. Hey.

Bugger off, we don't want to dance.

Hey, look.

Look who it is.

Judas, himself.

Delilah didn't want him tonight, you see.

Bugger off and leave me alone.

Oh, don't be like that man.

I need a favour.

I wanna leave to the graveyard,

so that I can have a chat with my Gwen.

What do you say?

Jesus is Christ on a bike,

I've heard it all now.

I can't bloody walk there, Herbie.

It's pissing out, we're .

Don't give a shit.

Oh, don't go man, 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 just skivvy anymore, John Frederick,

those days are gone.

Things are changing.

Then I'll have to drive myself.

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!

Ah. Hm.

Hey. Hey.

I don't need you anymore, I just found my own keys.

-Check out- -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! -Ah, bugger off!

-Bugger off! -You're not going...

Leave me alone.

Anywhere!

You clumsy bastard.

Don't you call me a clumsy bastard.

You little bastard, yourself.

Oh.

You do that again, John Frederick,

and I swear to God...

Just get inside.

I can't.

You can't leave me here.

I'm pissed and I'm dying.

Help me, Herbie.

Please. I'm your father.

I hate you, with every breath in my body.

Right, puss, time to go home.

Okay?

Go on.

Go on.

Go on, boy.

Good boy. Go on.