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We should try and eat something.

Cereals or something.

I don't think I could face it.

Thanks all the same.

What about a kipper then?

You've always liked kippers.

We can't have kippers.

I keep them down in the cellar.

In the freezer.

With Glyn.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Sylvia.

No, no, no, it's
all right, Mags.

Don't say anything,
I'm all right.

I didn't mean to...

Margaret, please, leave it.

I'm all right.

I'm good.

It was Glyn's idea to
give you that freezer.

I know.

Instead of throwing
it away he said,

"Why don't we give it
to Margaret and Clive?

Perhaps they'll want it."

So you had it.

We did.

It's funny how these
things come round again.

How they all end
up being connected.

Freezers,

washing machines,

husbands,

cats.

I've never told a soul

the truth about what
happened to Mink.

The little kitten
me and Glyn got

not long after we
lost the first baby.

Playful little thing she was,

but one day she jumped
into the washing machine

when I wasn't looking
and I shut the door

and switched it on.

We would have told everybody
that story if she'd come out

of there soaked to the
skin, shivering and alive,

because that's the kind of
story everybody likes to hear.

But it never happened that way.

The real story was a story
I could never tell anyone

because they'd get upset.

Because I washed her
to death by accident

and I buried her
up on the mountain.

I never told Glyn what
happened, not even you.

I just said she must
have run away somewhere,

and we never said no
more about it for years.

And that's why we've
got to make sure

that what's happened to
Glyn is like the story

of what happened to Mink.

We keep it locked up here, Mags,

and we throw away the key
and we never tell a soul,

'cause if we do, we
will lose everything,

and our story will be over.

You and Clive will go to prison,

and I'll die of a broken heart,

'cause I don't think I
can live without you.

I'm never gonna let that happen.

Nor me.

So we've got to act
like nothing's happened.

Go to work, live our
lives, carry on as normal.

Just like Clive did the
morning after I hit Glyn.

Yeah.

But if we're gonna
get away with this,

we need Clive to come home soon.

We can't do this without him.

It's too much.

Glyn?

I've
got it, boy, I've got it!

-Swing it 'round!
-'Round the corner!

Swing it 'round!

I've got it, I've got it!

Push now, push!

That's it.

Swing her
'round, swing her 'round!

We're going, mun!

That's it, cracking.

Whoa, whoa!

Hang on, whoa, whoa!

Master bedroom, wasn't it?

That's it, and the
landing and the stairs.

Right,
okay, back this way, then.

Further back.

That's it, that's it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That's it, that's it.

Oh, Jesus, I'm getting-

-Come on, boys.
-Shut up!

Christ almighty, what the
hell is going on here?

-All right, down, down!
-Drop it!

Oh, God!

Oh, God.

Oh, good God.

Sorry for not getting the
furniture and stuff out.

Frank's been trying
to finish the kitchen.

Oh, no problem.

It's all part...

All part of the service.

We'll sort it, won't we, Herbie?

Yeah, yeah, sure we will.

Been in the wars, Herbie?

I slipped outside
in the rain, I did.

Nasty.

It was.

Hey, a cup of tea
would be nice, Frank,

if you've got one on the go.

A spot of milk for me, no sugar,

and a black tea
for Herbie, please.

I'll see what I can do.

Oh, we should have
it all finished

for you this afternoon, Ruth,

if it all goes smoothly.

Oh, that's great.

I was expecting
Clive, to be honest.

I thought your carpet-laying
days were over, John Frederick.

Yes, so did I.

Clive was supposed to
be here this morning,

but there was no
sign of the bugger.

That's funny for him.

Aye, tell me about it.

Sure you've still got the knack?

Yeah, of course I have.

I'd better be off.

Yeah.

If you need anything,
Frank will be downstairs

sorting out the mess
he's made in the kitchen.

Yeah, yeah, don't
you worry about us.

We'll have the place
looking lovely in no time.

-See you later.
-Yeah, bye-bye.

-Ta-ra.
-All the best.

Fancy not moving the bloody
furniture ready for us.

God!

I was wondering
where you'd got to.

Well, I thought I'd just
give you some time to think,

to see if you haven't
changed your mind.

I'm not going to
change my mind, Glyn.

No way.

Oh, so you'd rather just
run off and go home?

I've got no choice.

It's not a question of choice.

You've gotta go home, Clive.

The longer you leave it,

the worse it's gonna be.

It's not my problem.

Well, it is if Ruth finds out.

You've gotta go back
and see Margaret.

You've got to show her
that you support her.

And who in hell's name
is ever gonna support me?

Aren't I good enough?

Yes.

But where the hell were
you when you were alive?

If I knew you had
time for me then, I...

I...

I would have come up the cabin,

or showed you the model
down in the cellar.

We could have chewed the cud,

or shared some beers and talked.

But I wasn't good enough
for you most of the time.

You had bigger fish to fry.

And like everybody
else, you ignored me.

"Good old Clive."

"Nice old Clive."

"Boring old Clive."

But I've been hurting for
longer than I care to admit,

and if Margaret
hadn't killed you

you wouldn't be
talking to me now!

She didn't kill me, though.

It was an accident.

But did she really have
to hit you so hard?

Well, I was drunk.

So was I!

-And Margaret.
-I know!

Are you saying that Margaret
deliberately hurt me?

Not the Margaret I
thought I knew, no.

She wouldn't hurt a fly.

But the Margaret who'd do
anything to protect her sister

is capable of anything!

Bloody hell, Clive,
what's got into you?

Do you...

Do you know what it feels
like to be invisible?

Don't you think I
deserve a bit of dignity

instead of being
ignored or laughed at

only because I haven't
rattled anybody's cage

in 30 years of carpet fitting?

Nobody's laughing at you, man.

Don't you try and
soft soap me, Glyn.

You know what I'm
saying is true,

and if Margaret wants
Sylvia more than me,

then perhaps this is my chance
to run away and disappear.

To un-Clive myself for good,
because I may look alive

as I stand here before you,

but for longer than
I dare to remember

I have felt 10 times more
dead than you are now.

Good God, Clive,
I didn't realise.

Well, now you know.

Where are you going now?

I've got
nothing more to say.

Well, I haven't finished!

I don't care.

Clive.

Clive!

You want some?

It's like 10 A.M., man.

Did you know this
place was fucked?

Glyn's broke, man.

He's on his arse.

Don't bullshit me.

You don't know anything
about Glyn's business.

Wait till you see what
I found in his office

when I had a poke around
the night I torched

this little beauty.

It wasn't just the whisky
I nicked, see, Lef.

I came across his accounts.

Bills, invoices, statements,
letters, the whole fandango.

He's been lying to you, mate.

To everyone.

This business is history, kiddo.

Stop talking out of your arse.

All right, if you don't believe
me, take a look yourself.

Well do on then, take a look.

It's all there, man.

Hauliers, HP on the
machinery, diesel suppliers.

He's left you high and dry, man.

He owes 'em all thousands,
and they are none too happy.

He even owes money
to Tommy Balloons

and he's just had a
stroke, poor bastard.

I warned you, Glyn was
an evil piece of shit.

He don't give two fucks
about anyone but himself.

What the fuck is the
matter with you, Alex?

Why didn't you show
this to me earlier?

When you knew people
were worried sick

that Glyn might have done
something to himself.

This stuff could
have helped them!

Well, I couldn't
give a shit, right,

if Glyn was hanging
from a tree over there.

And neither should you.

I'm just trying to make
you see sense, man.

You don't care about me.

You don't give a flying fuck
about anyone but yourself.

All you've done since
you've come back

is use me and make
my life a misery!

Your life was shit long
before I came back, mate,

unless you think that living
in a dump of a caravan,

working for peanuts and
jacking off over the boss' wife

every night is living!

Keep saying that crap
and I swear to God

I will rip your
fucking head off!

You could try, big boy.

But if I was you,
right, I'd listen to me

and get out of here
while you still can.

And if you fucking see
anything that you want

on your way out, you be
sure as fuck to grab it

before anyone else
does, all right?

You can't keep running
from me, Clive.

There's nothing you can
say to change my mind,

so don't waste your breath.

But what I'm telling
you is the truth.

I don't care.

Yes, you do.

I was ready to kill that night,

because I was drunk and crazy.

And if I'd have come
home and found Herbie,

I would have...

I would have wrung his
neck like a chicken.

But when I came home,
it wasn't him I found

drinking my brandy and
cavorting in his underpants

like there was no tomorrow,
Clive, it was you.

I wasn't cavorting.

I know what I saw, Clive,
and I was ready to kill you.

And that's what Margaret saw
in my eyes that night, too.

And that's why, in a
split second, she hit me

as hard as she could,
because she had to, Clive.

She had no choice.

She killed me and saved you.

If it wasn't for Margaret,
you wouldn't be here, Clive.

She saved you because
she loves you.

And that's why you need
to stop running off

and just go home!

I'm sorry, Glyn, but I can't.

And Clive's job

this was meant to be, not mine!

He's dropped us right
in the shit, he has.

Will you stop moaning!

Get on with the bloody job.

It's not me, it's this thing!

It's an insult to
knives, this is!

It's so blunt, it's fraying
the edges, not cutting them!

Shift out of the way,
let me have a look now.

-Come on.
-Hang on, whoa!

-Just get up.
-Don't bloody manhandle me,

for Christ's sake, man.

Jesus Christ, look
at the state of this!

You've ripped this
carpet to shreds, man!

Don't blame me, blame
that bloody pissing knife!

Oh, don't talk
through your arse.

Look!

There's nothing
wrong with the knife.

You're lucky Ruth's
not here to see this.

She'd go bananas.

I'm sorry.

I'm a bit rusty, that's all.

It's...

It's years since I've
had to cut carpet.

I'm, erm...

I'm not match fit.

I'm getting old, Herbie.

I don't know how it happened,
but time just passed.

One minute I'm okay
and I can do stuff,

and the next...

I'm looking at
myself in the mirror,

and I don't recognise the
face staring back at me.

Grey and lined with eyes like
two piss holes in the snow.

And it's me, John Frederick.

The man they couldn't hang.

But now, be buggered,
I'm hanging on by
my fingertips to...

I don't know what.

Frail.

I'm closer to the end
than I am to the beginning

and I don't know how
or where it all went.

You okay in here, boys?

We're going great
guns in here, Frank.

We've nearly finished in
this room, and the landing.

Father and son
laying like demons.

Yeah!

And we'll be starting on the
staircase now before long.

Good, good.

Erm...

Listen, if...

If you fancy a bite to eat,

I have got cheese
and pickle sandwiches

downstairs, all right?

Oh, that's just what the
doctor ordered, Frank.

-Isn't it?
-Yeah.

Yeah, thanks, Frank.

Yeah, thanks.

Tiptop.

Okay, I'll stick the kettle on.

I'll finish off in here for you.

All right, thanks.

And I'll start
taking these offcuts

-down to the van.
-Yeah.

And then we can
have our sandwiches.

Yeah.

Yeah, that sounds...

Sounds lovely.

-You going?
-Yeah, yeah.

Haydn, are you looking

for something in particular?

No.

I was just dropping
in to see Margaret.

Of course, you carry on.

I was just wondering
how Clive was getting on

with his cream.

For the burn.

Oh, it's a lot better.

Thank you, Haydn.

He started using it yesterday.

That's very good
to hear, Margaret.

I did wanna ask him myself,

but everyone at Watkins Carpets

seems to be out on a fitting.

Well, Clive isn't.

Oh?

No, he's...

He's not very well today.

He's off sick, at home.

Not because of his hand, I hope.

No, because of his belly.

He's picked up some bug.

Poor Clive is in the wars.

Yes.

Well, remember to
send him my best.

I will.

Strange old bugger.

Yes.

He is.

Are you okay, Mags?

You're looking a bit peaky.

I'll be all right.

I just...

I just feel a bit
clammy all of a sudden.

I think you should go home.

Stay there, I'll go
and get your coat.

Margaret, I was about
to come and see you.

Everything all right, Ruth?

I just wanted to
have a quick word

with you about something.

Have you got five minutes?

I won't keep you long.

Because you and Sylvia are so
close, I was just wondering

if there's anything she
might have shared with you

about Glyn that
she'd be reluctant,

or too embarrassed,
perhaps, to say to me?

I don't think so, no.

What about her
relationship with Herbie?

I'm not here to judge
anyone, I promise.

All I want to do is find Glyn

and make sure that
he's safe and well.

Of course.

Because the longer he's
gone, the more worried

I'm gonna get that something
must have happened to him.

No, I understand
completely, Ruth,

and if there was anything I
could do to bring Glyn back

to Sylvia, I would.

And the truth of it is

we were never the
best of friends,

me and Glyn, so there's
nothing he would have told me

in confidence that Sylvia
wouldn't already know.

When Clive's back on his feet,

I think it's worth me
having a chat with him.

How do you mean,
back on his feet?

Clive was meant to be
laying a new carpet

with me this morning, with
Herbie, but he never turned up,

so I presumed he
must be off sick.

He is, Ruth.

Sick as a dog he's been.

Yeah, what I mean is,
he's been in the wars.

He burnt his hand
with the chip pan,

and now he's picked
up some stomach bug.

Poor thing.

If you don't mind me saying,

you look a bit under
the weather yourself.

Are you feeling okay?

I'm not sleeping very
well, Ruth, that's all.

And with things as they
are everything just feels

so upside down.

But don't worry about
me, I'll be all right.

Let's hope so.

He's gotta be around
here someplace, Clive.

He can't have gone very far.

Not without his
wheels, he can't.

Ah.

Dai!

It's me it is, Dai.

Clive.

I know.

I heard you shouting.

I didn't mean to disturb

but I've run out of petrol

and I'm in a bit of a pickle.

I'm on a break.

I have come to connect with
the giant and re-charge.

Of course.

You should try it sometime.

I just need petrol, that's all.

You sound tired, Clive.

Stressed.

You need to relax, man,
and let the chi here

work some magic on you.

I haven't got time for the chi.

I just need to be going.

To where and what for?

Hell's bells, will you
just give me some petrol?

You're in a bad way.

Three minutes,
that's all it takes.

Okay, three minutes.

Now relax.

Close your eyes.

Concentrate on my voice,

and everything I say.

And I want you to
imagine a cabbage

just floating silently in space

not worried about anything,

just floating free.

Do you see a cabbage, Clive?

I see a cabbage.

That's good, it's very good.

Now...

Imagine two cabbages.

Do you see them?

I can see them.

I can see two cabbages
floating in space.

That's good, Clive, that's good.

Now, imagine you
can still see them

without giving them
a geometric shape.

No connected line segments

or curves where the
edges are connected,

like a square, circle,
triangle or cube...

Just cabbages, floating
free from the shackles

of geometry forever.

Can you do that for
me, please, Clive?

I'm trying my best,
Dai, but it's hard.

I know, but you've gotta
keep imagining, Clive,

and don't stop
until you see them.

Keep on going.

I am keeping on going.

Well, that's good, Clive.

That's very good.

What's the most cabbages
that you've ever seen, Dai?

Seven!

I have seen seven cabbages
floating without shape

or tension in the universe.

Hell's bells, that's a lot, Dai.

Oh, I know.

And it was beautiful, Clive.

A three-dimensional non-shape
of nothingness that I saw,

and I'll never forget.

It was there,

and then it was gone.

Forever.

I wish that I could
have seen it too, Dai.

I wish that everyone
in the world

could have seen it, Clive.

But if you relax and let things
be the way they wanna be,

perhaps you will, too, someday.

Bingo.

Dai?

Can I open my eyes now, Dai?

Dai?

Was it petrol
or diesel you wanted?

Petrol.

Haydn?

Sylvia.

I didn't expect to see you.

No, nor me you.

I was hoping to speak to Clive.

Oh, Clive's not home at
the moment, I'm afraid.

Eh?

No, sorry about that.

Well, you don't know
when he might be home?

Well, the same time
as usual, I expect.

Of course.

Any, erm...

Any news on Glyn?

It must be very
worrying for you.

It is, yes, thank you,
Haydn, for asking,

but, erm, no, no,
no news as yet.

I'll let Clive know
that you called.

That's very kind of you, Sylvia.

-No problem.
-No, wait...

I almost forgot to
give your cat back.

Tomi?

Yes.

Fancy that.

Ha!

There you go.

Thanks again.

No, no, thank you.

Oh, my good God!

Sylvia!

What is it?

What the bloody hell is that?

Haydn brought Tomi
over in a box.

I've just left him
out now for some milk.

The poor bugger was starving.

What did he wanna do that for?

I don't know.

He wanted to talk to Clive.

The bugger's not long been
to the shop asking for Clive.

Well, I wish you'd
have told me, Mags,

'cause I've just
told him Clive's out.

What did you tell him that for?

He put me on the spot.

I had no choice!

Oh.

Okay.

He knows something.

I can feel it in my bones.

Oh, and now he knows I'm lying
to him about Clive as well!

Oh, stop it, you're
being paranoid.

I can't help it!

He's been following me for days.

First to the chapel,

and then he made me
go back to his house,

and today he came to
the shop and upset me.

I can't do this
any more, Sylvia!

I just can't cope!

For God's sake, Margaret,
pull yourself together

before you drag us all down!

I know this is hard, I
don't mean to shout at you,

but we are all in this
together now, Mags,

and you've got to remember that.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, please don't say sorry.

You just haven't slept
since God knows when.

Neither have I.

It's no wonder our
nerves are all to pieces.

I know.

Perhaps it might be an
idea if you went upstairs

for a bit, had a
little lie down.

It'll do you good,
Mags, trust me.

You're right.

I think I might do that.

Go on.

Go on.

Done.

What's the matter?

I've left my wallet
in the house, Dai.

Can I pay you next time?

No problem, there's no rush.

I won't let
you down, honest.

Don't worry, I trust you.

I know you can see
someone, Clive,

and I know they're
trying to help you,

but in time you're gonna
have to let 'em go.

I know.

You take care, Clive,
and I will see you soon,

unless the sky falls to earth.

Thanks, Dai.

I won't let you down.

Do you, erm, fancy
keeping me company

in the bingo tonight, Herbie?

Yeah.

Yeah, okay.

I've got nothing better to do.

I'd like to speak to Ruth.

Is she in?

Who's asking?

Don't give me that
shit now, Eifion.

You know who I am.

Yeah, but I don't like you,
Lefi, so come back tomorrow.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

It's about Glyn.

It's important and I
need to talk to her.

Dick splash.

Ditto!

That's enough, Eifion!

-Yeah, I was just-
-I know, I heard!

There's some files that
need sorting upstairs.

Right, Sarge.

On your bike.

I think you'd better
have a look at these.

There's a bunch of them,
all addressed to Glyn.

I found them when I was
clearing out the office.

And you haven't shared
these with Sylvia?

I thought I'd show you first.

I don't wanna worry her
because I don't think she knows

how bad things are.

She didn't bring it up with you,

when you visited yesterday?

No.

It doesn't look good, does it?

No.

But I know that you didn't
just find these bills

up in the office today,
because I had a good look

around there on Saturday,

and none of this
stuff was there.

It wasn't Glyn who ransacked
his own office, was it?

And Glyn didn't torch
his own truck, did he?

It was Alex.

Wasn't it, Lefi?

Did he tell you?

He didn't have to.

I know it was him, and
when I asked him about it,

he didn't deny it.

It's a shame you didn't
tell me all this sooner.

He's my brother.

Half-brother!

Same difference.

He's all I've got.

I'm sorry.

This is what you used to
do when you were small.

When you were scared
about something,

you'd come into my room
and lie next to me,

and I'd get you to tell me
what you were scared of.

I remember.

You were always the clever one,

the pretty one,

the one everybody wanted
to be friends with,

the one all the boys
wanted to sleep with.

Mags!

It's true.

I was always the sensible
one who had to know her place

to get on.

But I hate that place, Sylvia,

and I always have done.

Of feeling second best.

But that night at the Manse

when me and Clive lay
soaking wet from the rain,

and we lit a fire and
we drank your brandy

I didn't feel second best

because I was
pretending to be you.

And perhaps Clive imagined I
was you, too, but I didn't care

because I felt needed,

and he wanted me.

So when Glyn came in
and threatened to take

all those feelings away,
perhaps I hit him so hard

because I didn't want him
to stop me from being you,

because it felt so good.

And then he was dead,

and I couldn't be you any more,

because it wasn't real,

it was all just an illusion.

A fantasy.

Oh, and I felt ashamed.

And angry, too, because I
couldn't live like that forever.

And here I am now, telling you,

because I knew I'd have
to tell you at some point,

I just didn't know when.

Oh, I'm sorry.

From the bottom of my
heart if I've upset you.

I just couldn't help myself.

Do you think God will ever
forgive me for what I've done?

I've decided to go
home to Margaret.

I was right to persevere
with you, then.

Looks like it.

It's a shame you never
persevered with me so much

when you were alive.

Well, perhaps dying has been
the making of me, Clive.

There's no perhaps about it.

You know in your bones

you'll never leave
this place, Clive.

This is all you've ever known.

I know things have changed,

but you mustn't
be afraid of that.

What's gone is gone,

and you've just
got to let it go.

Now, if I were you, Clive,
I'd make my way home now.

It's getting late and
Margaret really needs you.

Will you be coming with me?

No.

This is the end of the
line for me, Clive.

My journey stops here.

I was afraid you might say that.

I'll miss you, bugger.

Bingo.

Oh!

Go.

Go on, Clive.

Just one more thing, Clive,

there is, erm, something
you could do for me.

You couldn't get me
out of that freezer

and into a nice tidy
grave, could you?

I'll try my best.