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Right, puss

Time to go home.

Okay?

Go on.

Go on!

Go on, boy. Good boy. Go on.

Stop it! Stop it!

That's enough!

Haydn, it's not doing any good!

I said stop it now!

If you don't say anything,

we're gonna have to call a doctor.

There's no need to call a doctor.

I just wanna go home.

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.

Are you there?

Is this what you want?

I hope you are watching me up there.

Bastard!

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

-Clive! -Oh, hell's bells, Glyn.

Help me get him off me, Margaret!

-Please, Margaret. -It's all right.

Hell's Bells, Glyn.

I'm trying. I'm trying.

Get him.

There's something out there, Clive,

watching us.

I can feel it.

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

Lift him. Lift him.

Keep going.

Push.

I am pushing!

Faster!

Push him, Margaret.

I am pushing!

Come on, Clive.

I hear you, Lord, I hear you.

I love you!

Go on. Go on, boy.

Good boy.

Clive?

Why didn't you answer me when I called?

Hm?

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

I'm not.

You are. I've been calling and calling.

I never heard you.

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?

Oh, I'm gonna change my clothes, Clive.

And you don't believe in God?

I do.

Since when?

Since I murdered Glyn.

I've gotta live with what I've done.

Chapel's not gonna 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 were just

turning up out the blue like that.

Other people do it.

Like who?

Evelyn "Seriously Ill" started going

only months before she died.

She was a hypochondriac!

Oh.

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 gonna forgive you just like that, is he?

I'm at the end of my tether here.

I'm trying to make you see sense.

No, 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 your self recently?

Bugger off!

Oh, bugger off, I said.

I'll be off then.

Or I'll be late.

I hope you find what you need.

So do I.

Sorry to bother you so early on a Sunday, Herbie,

but can I come in?

Uh, yeah, yeah. C-come in.

Yeah, mind your head.

Okay, I won't keep you along, Herbie.

I just need to ask you a few quick questions if that's okay.

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 was staying just before

Glyn went missing.

You okay?

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 10:00PM 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'd been seeing each other since I laid

her stair and landing carpet nearly 10 months ago.

Well, he went bananas apparently and...

And drove off.

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

Must've got down 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 'til the morning.

So you booked a separate room for yourself?

Yeah. Well, I didn't have a choice, Ruth.

You know, it's not hotel policy to allow other guests

to stay at 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.

Oh, 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 her heard from Glyn since?

No.

But you gotta understand I'm as desperate as anyone

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

'Cause 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. 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, I'm still your father.

Oh.

Tomi?

Tomi?

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-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 'til he gets back.

Right.

You know what needs doing up there

better than I do, I'm sure.

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

No problem.

Come in

Oh.

Take it you have no idea where Glyn is.

No.

It's okay if you do know and don't wanna 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 y-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.

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, 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.

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? Oh, 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.

Haydn?

Haydn?

There's nothing to be afraid of, Margaret.

It's only me.

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.

Now, I know that you're struggling too, Margaret,

with 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?

I'm so sorry.

I have to go.

Please, no!

I, I have to.

Margaret?

Please, Margaret, wait.

You forgot Clive's cream.

I-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.

Okay, Lefi?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just, um, er, s-seeing if Sylvia wanted me

to move Glyn's truck over to my place for safekeeping.

Is that all right?

Should be okay.

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

Lovely.

Can I come in for five minutes?

Of course.

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.

Okay, well, you take care.

Oh thanks.

I'm sorry again, Ruth, for the misunderstanding.

Oh no.

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.

Well, 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, you who's being ridiculous trying to deny it.

No, I don't need to listen to this.

You just don't like hearing the truth,

that's your problem.

Get out my way.

Not 'til 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!

Or maybe John Frederick was right

when he said you was just leading me on,

'cause you were bored and needed attention.

Let me go!

Bored with Glyn and bored with life.

Just tell me you love me!

Sylvia!

Don't run away from me, please.

Come back!

Sylvia?

Get away from me! Leave me alone!

Sylvia?

Sylvia, please, please, please!

Open the door, Mags! Please open the door!

Oh Clive, stop him, please. He's gone bananas.

Herbie, what's going on?

I just wanna talk to her, that's all.

-Please, please, Sylvia. -Whoa now. Hold on.

-Hold on! -Sylvia?

I am sorry, okay.

She's shutting me out, Clive, and I've done nothing wrong.

Sylvia, 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, right!

I...

I don't need this commotion, Herbie!

Just bugger off home.

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

Oh, shh.

Come on, let's get you inside.

I wanna 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.

'Cause I don't think Sylvia wants to know me anymore.

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, and I'll be stuck there forever unless I move away.

But where would I go? Where would I go, Mags?

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?

What is it? What's wrong, Mags?

Mags?

Glyn is not coming back.

What?

I said...

Glyn is not coming back.

What do you mean? How'd you know?

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

He's dead.

I killed him.

Oh no, no, no, no!

Tell me you haven't killed my husband!

No, I did it! I did it! I did it!

Oh, it was an accident, a terrible accident.

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

-Stay away from me! -No, please, Sylvia.

Don't push me away.

Please, its the truth!

Let me go!

Hell's bells, Margaret.

What in God's name have you done?

Oh, I had to tell her, Clive.

I can't live with myself seeing Sylvia going through hell

for what I have done, I just can't.

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

Oh please, Sylvia, let me in.

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

What about me?

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

After I helped you with Glyn,

when it would've 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 is what you do when you love someone,

you stick together through thick and thin

and not throw them under the 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.

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?

Tell me where he is.

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

He's downstairs.

Glyn is downstairs in the freezer.

Do not abandon me.

Show me the way, Lord.

Show me the light.

Speak to me.

Speak.