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Jaclyn has a lot to think about |
As Jaclyn sits at the table, deep in thought, there is a knock at the door; she finds that it is Gwyneth, who is carrying two takeaway coffees;
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"Cappuchino or latté?" |
“Cappuchino or latté? I wasn’t sure what to get for you. I thought you might like a decent coffee – it must be hard being stuck in the house.”
As Gwyneth notices the order of service on the table, Jaclyn says that she is slowly getting better; “Obviously – or you wouldn’t have been at the funeral yesterday!” Gwyneth snaps.
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"Why are you here, Gwyneth?" |
Jaclyn replies that she felt a sense of duty, and wonders why Gwyneth is there.
She maintains that she wanted to make sure that Jaclyn was all right, as she was obviously upset at the funeral, but is told that Jaclyn is fine. “Thanks for calling,” Jaclyn tells her,
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"I haven't had my coffee yet" |
but Gwyneth is not finished yet;
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Gwyneth makes herself comfortable |
she takes off her coat and sits down.
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"Will you take something to Kelly for me?" |
As they walk through the alley, Anita asks Siôn if he will take something to Kelly for her; he points out that she is only just over there, on the opposite side of the road.
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He finds the photos of Paul |
He looks in the envelope and finds she is returning the photos of Paul;
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"You should be giving her these" |
“You should be giving her these,” he says, “It would be a chance for you to make up – she misses you. We had a little chat – and Kelly needs you.”
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He hands them back to her |
As Kelly can be seen in the background, working in the café, he hands back the photos to Anita.
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"Everyone has to be brave sometimes" |
“Everyone has to be brave sometimes,” he advises, and it is evident that she does not relish the prospect,
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Anita looks across at the café |
as she looks across at Kelly and Gwen in the café.
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"How long before you can do what you used to do?" |
“How long will it be until you’re back to normal, and can do what you used to do?” Gwyneth asks,
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"Perhaps I could ease the burden a little" |
“Perhaps I could ease the burden a little,” but Jaclyn does not know what she means.
“I think you do,” Gwyneth continues, “I know you have to be careful, but I have done this before.”
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"I don't know what you're talking about, Gwyneth" |
Jaclyn insists that she has no idea what Gwyneth is talking about.
“Do you expect me to believe that Jessie didn’t tell you? You two were in contact,” Gwyneth demands,
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"We saw each other once or twice" |
and Jaclyn admits they saw each other once or twice, but does not know what it is that Jessie would have told her.
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"You already knew that I dealt drugs, didn't you?" |
“That I dealt drugs,” explains Gwyneth, “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
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"Right, I think it's about time you left!" |
Jaclyn is eager to bring this conversation to an end, and suggests that Gwyneth should leave, but she initially has no intention of so doing.
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"I'm here to help – I want to take Jessie's place" |
Gwyneth spells it out, “I’m not here to cause trouble – I’m here to help. I want to take Jessie’s place. You’ll need someone you can depend on.”
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"You're talking to the wrong person!" |
“You’re talking to the wrong person!” Jaclyn rages, but Gwyneth does not think that she is; she will go, and comments that Jaclyn is very good; no-one would suspect her. Jaclyn makes it very clear, “This drugs business is nothing to do with me!” but Gwyneth does not believe it, and tells her to think about what she said.
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"It would be a shame if someone started talking about you" |
She hopes that Jaclyn will agree; “Because it would be a shame if someone started talking about you!”
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"Hiya, Gwen" |
Anita has finally plucked up courage and enters the café, greeting Gwen as she does so;
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Kelly is apprehensive |
Kelly looks rather apprehensive. “I’ve finished with these – thank you,” are Anita’s first words,
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"You're right – Paul's in good hands" |
and she goes on, “You’re right – Paul’s in good hands.”
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"Coffee – on the house?" |
Kelly offers her coffee on the house, but Anita would prefer to have a little chat with her upstairs; Kelly agrees to this.
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Dylan ensures that Guto looks the part |
Dylan is smartening up Guto for his ‘front of house’ rôle at Tapas, and reminds him, “Smile – you don’t want to frighten anyone!”
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"I booked a table for three" |
Hywel, Rhys and Esther come in, and Hywel informs Guto that he has booked a table for three. Guto takes them through to the dining area,
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"Don't worry – I'll keep an eye on him" |
and Sara will keep an eye on him;
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"I don't think Esther will fit into that" |
at first he shows them to a table with a very small highchair, and is told that Esther will not fit into it. With profuse apologies, Guto realises that he has the wrong table. Next, he gives Esther the wine list,
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"She's a bit young for that – even if it is her birthday" |
but Hywel remarks that she is too young for that, even if it is her birthday.
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Rhys is unimpressed |
Hywel and Rhys are not very impressed by this service, and neither is Sara, who is watching.
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"I'm not even his grandmother" |
Up in the café flat, Anita says that she has made copies of the photos; “I hope you don’t mind, because you’re his mother – and I’m not even his grandmother.”
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"You are – that's why I gave you the photos" |
Kelly begs to differ; “You are – that’s why I gave you the photos and the letter in the first place.”
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"But he's not going to be a part of my life" |
Anita points out that it does not change the fact that he is not going to be part of her life, and Kelly realises that is hard;
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"I understand that it's hard for you, too" |
“I understand that it’s hard for you, too.”
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"I've experienced a lot of loss" |
Anita doubts that, as she goes on about having experienced a lot of loss; “Dwayne, Eira, Meic – and Darren lives on the other side of the world – you’d think I’d get used to the whole thing. You wanted a baby so much, Kelly – and when Paul . . .”
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"We've been through this before" |
Kelly addresses her as, “Auntie Neet,” and reminds her that they have been through all this before, but Anita demands to be allowed to finish, saying that she loved Paul so much because he was Kelly’s baby, and she thinks so much of Kelly.
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"You're like a daughter to me, Kelly!" |
“You’re like a daughter to me!” she stresses, and Kelly embraces her.
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While doing some tidying up, she notices the order of service . . . |
Jaclyn is tidying up, and when she notices the order of service on the table,
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. . . and tears it up into pieces |
she tears it into pieces, and looks extremely worried.
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"I don't think it's very fair you didn't go to the funeral" |
It is obvious that Guto has something on his mind, and he tells Uncle Dylan, “I don’t think it’s very fair on Mam that you didn’t go with her to your ex’s funeral.” Dylan is not happy to hear that she went, and Sara instructs Guto to take a bottle to table two, also advising that Hywel does not look very happy.
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Hywel is tired of waiting for his food |
Esther is playing with some stickers as Hywel demands whether the food is going to be very long, and Guto will go and check now,
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Guto sets about doing something with a serviette |
but is diverted from his task by Esther; he shows her a little trick, making a rabbit out of the serviette.
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"I want to go and check how Jaclyn is" |
Dylan asks Sara if she can run the bar for a little while, as he would like to call and see how Jaclyn is.
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Guto has made a little yellow bunny |
Esther seems quite amused by the little bunny, and even Sara smiles to see this.
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"There's no food to mop up, anyway!" |
Rhys remarks, “There’s no food to mop up anyway!”
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"I should have trusted you, Kelly" |
Anita confesses, “I should have trusted you, because if you were happy with the foster family, I had no right to question you. Can we put this behind us?”
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"We already have put it behind us" |
Kelly replies that they have already done so, and they seem to be reconciled. She goes on, “I can understand why you were worried, because I was as well – but they’re a lovely family, and you’ve seen the photos – he looks happy, doesn’t he?”
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"Have you considered going to see him?" |
Anita knows that if she is missing him, it must be worse for Kelly, and wonders if she has considered going to see him;
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"I think about it all the time" |
Kelly’s reply is that she thinks about it all the time, and does not know what to do. “The thing is, I don’t think it gets any easier, does it – knowing what to do?”
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"Shall we have another look at the photos?" |
Anita proposes having another look at the photos – together.
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Dylan is definitely not in a good mood |
Dylan arrives at number 10, in a furious mood; “I thought thought I made myself clear the other day about the funeral!” he growls,
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"Listen to me – I don't want excuses!" |
“Guto told me. Listen to me – I don’t want excuses! You’ve put everyone in danger!
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"Of course there were police there – plain clothes!" |
“Of course there were police there, Jaclyn – plain clothes!” he shouts, “They would have been keeping a record of everyone who was there. Keeping an eye out for anyone unusual – and you must have stuck out.”
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"I didn't mention you at all" |
She emphasises that she told Bethan’s father that they were old friends, and that was it; “I didn’t mention you at all.”
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"They can still make the connection!" |
“Great!” he snarls, “But they can still make the connection – what if they find out that Bethan and I used to be an item? It may not prove anything, but it still draws attention – exactly what I wanted to avoid!”
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"There was someone from the village there!" |
Jaclyn continues that she has not told him everything; “There was someone from the village there – Gwyneth.”
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"She should have stayed away as well!" |
He replies that she should have stayed away as well, and Jaclyn realises that he knew about it;
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"She thought Beth worked for me!" |
“She worked for Beth – and you knew about it! She came over here this morning – she thought that Beth worked for me – and she thinks that I’m running things now.” Dylan remains silent.
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They look again at the smiling baby photos |
As they look at the photos of Paul, the two of them appear very happy, and Kelly suggests that Anita should go and see him – on her own.
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"It wouldn't be right without you" |
“I’d love to – but it wouldn’t be right without you there,” she answers, “I would be more than happy to come with you if you want company – but I’m not putting pressure on you – it’s your decision.”
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"I'm glad I listened to Siôn – he persuaded me" |
“I’m glad I listened to Siôn now – he persuaded me to come here today – he told me how upset you were the other day.”
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"What exactly did Siôn say?" |
Kelly wonders exactly what he said,
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Anita grasps Kelly's hand |
but Anita insists that the important thing is, she is there now.
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"Does Gwyneth have any proof?" |
As Dylan paces up and down, he demands, “Does Gwyneth have any proof?”
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"She only has suspicions" |
and is told that it is only suspicions. “It must be more than that, or she wouldn’t have risked coming over,” he insists,
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"You must have said something" |
“You must have said something, possibly by accident.”
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"I didn't say anything, Dyl!" |
Jaclyn stresses that she did not say anything.
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"We do nothing – see what her next move is" |
“Right – the best thing we can do now is do nothing,” he concludes, “See what her next move is.” Jaclyn does not consider that is an option, as Gwyneth could make life difficult for them – she could start talking.
“Why did you go to the funeral in the first place?” he demands, and she replies that she had to, and could not have lived with herself otherwise.
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"You dragged me into this!" |
“I didn’t ask to be a part of this – you dragged me into it because you couldn’t sort your own mess out!” she screams at him.
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"So you're saying this is all my fault?" |
“So you’re saying this is all my fault?” he shouts, and she points out that if he had not forced Beth to swallow those drugs . . .
He is of the opinion that it was her choice,
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"You don't like hearing the truth, do you?" |
but Jaclyn furiously shrieks, “No – you forced her! You don’t like hearing the truth, do you, Dyl? You’re always the same – you’ve never grown up!
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"You sulk when you don't get your own way!" |
“You’re still that little boy who sulks when he doesn’t get his own way! You don’t care who suffers or gets hurt – you don’t care who dies!”
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Dylan loses it, and, in a frenzy, grabs the nearest weapon . . . |
In a fury, he grabs a dining chair and raises it above his head,
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. . . causing Jaclyn to fear that she is about to sustain another injury |
about to smash it down on his sister, but, with difficulty, manages to restrain himself,
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She is terrified |
and she looks terrified.
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"You did a great job tonight!" |
As they are clearing up in Tapas, Sara compliments Guto on doing a great job tonight; this takes him by surprise. “You’ve got a way to go, but if you can keep children happy, you can keep anyone happy. Don’t thank me – it was Dylan who saw the potential in you.”
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"Where is Dylan?" |
Guto wonders where Dylan is, and when told that he went to see Guto’s mother, he wants to go and tell his mother the good news, promising that he will only be five minutes.
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Cordial relations have now been resumed |
As he hurries home, Anita is coming out of the café, and Kelly embraces her;
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"Do you want to go out for Sunday lunch somewhere?" |
Siôn is approaching along the road, as Anita asks if Kelly fancies going out for Sunday lunch, just the two of them, and Kelly regards this as a lovely idea.
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Anita walks away down the alley |
Kelly breathes a sigh of relief, and Siôn is very pleased with himself;
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"I owe you, Siôn!" |
“I owe you, Siôn!” she says, and he is glad they have sorted things out. “Mind you, she knows we had a little chat,”
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"No, I didn't say a word about Jason" |
but he assures her that he did not say a word about Kelly and Jason, emphasising that he does not break promises.
He does ask if anything has changed between her and Jason; she replies that some things are just not meant to be.
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"Do you fancy a cup of tea – on the house?" |
She offers him a cup of tea on the house, and he replies that he cannot refuse.
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Dylan seems to have quickly cooled down |
Things appear to have calmed down at number 10 when Guto returns, and is surprised that Dylan is still there;
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"Your mother and I understand each other" |
he explains that Jaclyn and he understand each other.
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"I've passed my trial period, Mam!" |
Guto announces that he has passed his trial period, but must get back to Tapas.
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"We'll let Gwyneth think she's the boss" |
Jaclyn asks what they are going to do, and Dylan instructs her, “I don’t want you to do anything – I’ll think of something. In the meantime, we’ll let Gwyneth think that she is the boss, and that she has the upper hand. Then when she thinks she’s safe . . .”
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"I don't want her to suffer the same fate as Bethan" |
Jaclyn protests that she does not want Gwyneth to suffer the same fate as Bethan, and is told that nothing will happen to her.
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"Don't ever question my decision!" |
“Stop worrying and trust me – I don’t want anyone to get hurt, either. But don’t ever question my decision!”
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