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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.