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"You need to order more eggs, Dad" |
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"These sums don't add up" |
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"There's over £60 missing from this till" |
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Wec can guess where it has gone, can we not? |
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Dr Evans is directed to Ffion's bed |
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"How are you feeling?" |
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"Have the test results come through yet?" |
He reminds her that stress does not help anyone, but she has been dwelling on things all the weekend, and has a little girl at home. However, she does not want the hospital to phone anyone.
The doctor informs her that they will have the test results in a few hours, and he will talk again then.
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"We'll have them in a few hours" |
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"DJ, you're late!" |
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"He's being paid for that quarter-hour!" |
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"I'll offer Eifion his job back" |
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"He doesn't want to come back, Mam" |
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Eileen learns that Sioned told him to leave |
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"He forged Jim's signature in the diary" |
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"How could he?" |
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"That was why I didn't want to say anything" |
“I know Eifion’s not perfect, but this . . .” begins Eileen, then gets up and walks out of the room,
as Sioned protests that she was about to make a cup of tea. “I haven’t got time – there are things I need to sort out,” says her mother,
bringing in some pairs of Jim’s boots.
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"I'm just going to make cup of tea" |
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Eileen makes a start on getting rid of Jim's things |
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Colin settles down for his lunch . . . |
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. . . and comes across Aaron's homework book . . . |
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. . . which contains several £20 notes |
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He is under the impression he has solved the mystery |
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Ffion calls Rhys . . . |
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. . . pretending she is with her mother in North Wales |
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"How's Arwen?" |
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Rhys has turned on the phone's speaker |
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"I just needed a couple of days" |
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"We're supposed to face everything together" |
“Don’t run off like that again – it’s not fair on Arwen or me,” he says,
and she apologises, not knowing what came over her. He goes on, “Well, I’ve Googled this menopause, and I know it’s not easy, but we’ll get through it.
“Come home soon, won’t you?”
and Ffion, who is by now in tears,
ends the call.
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"Sorry, I don't know what came over me" |
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"Come home soon, won't you?" |
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Ffion ends the call |
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Why does she not tell him the truth? |
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Eileen prepares their meal |
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Adrian suddenly turns up . . . |
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. . . with some gifts |
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"The flights from Chile were all sold out" |
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"Are you going to stay for lunch?" |
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"I never thought Jim would go first" |
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"He grew up and I grew out!" |
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"I have to carry on with things" |
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"How's little Harri?" |
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"Huwi has no idea what is going on" |
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"If there's anything I can do, Eileen . . ." |
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"Jim and I had different tastes in clothes" |
“I heard that Sioned is farming for you now – is she interested in that?” he enquires,
and Eileen, who is looking very suspicious, points out that they have help.
Adrian appears to be looking around the room to see if he can see anything of value.
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Eileen does not look at all at ease |
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Adrian scans the room for anything of value |
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"Aaron forgot his homework book, Col!" |
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"It's here – with his money" |
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"Have you been saving up, Aaron?" |
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"No, Britt – he's been stealing" |
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Adrian looks at the order of service . . . |
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. . . and the hymn 'Calon Lan' |
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"Suddenly Jim popped up in the pulpit – he was a little devil!" |
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"Jim always said you were the naughty one" |
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"I drive buses part-time" |
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"What do you do, DJ?" |
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"It's amazing how many bad people are about!" |
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Izzy has been looking for 'dirt' on Sioned |
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Colin returns, looking grim |
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Izzy thinks she has been rumbled |
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"He's not the type to steal, Dad" |
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"It's Civil War now that I've told Britt!" |
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"Does Eifion feel guilty at all?" |
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"Who would forge a dead person's signature?" |
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Izzy checks that her father is out of the way . . . |
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. . . then hides £60 by the till |
“Dad,” she shouts, and he comes in, as he is dealing with an order;
she demands, “What’s this money doing here?” He discovers that it is £60, and she reminds him that this is where he cashed up.
He looks very shamefaced.
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"What's this money doing here, Dad?" |
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Colin is very sheepish |
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The test results are delivered to Dr Evans |
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"Cirrhosis of the liver" |
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"That's serious, isn't it?" |
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"We can work with you to make sure it doesn't get worse" |
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This is very bad news for Ffion |
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"We have to talk, Britt" |
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"I think you've said enough for one day!" |
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"Stealing cars from his uncle's garage?" |
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"The thing is, I've found the money" |
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Aaron remains silent |
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"It was down the side of the till" |
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"You should have known that Aaron would never do such a thing" |
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"I'm so, so sorry, Aaron" |
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"I put two and two together, and got six!" |
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He hands the money back to Aaron . . . |
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. . . who simply thrusts it back at him |
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"I can't take this to a charity shop, can I?" |
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"Have you seen the will yet?" |
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"There was nothing in it for you – or Sioned . . ." |
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". . . but he left Kath Jones two fields!" |
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"Affair? Jimbo? Don't be daft!" |
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He finds money in one of Jim's pockets . . . |
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. . . but his search is interrupted |
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"He had more clothes than me" |
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"Jim's not here to answer my questions" |
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"Has he upset you, Eileen?" |
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"I just miss Jim, that's all" |
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"I think I had better be going" |
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"I have to ask, are you still drinking?" |
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"I'm an alcoholis, but I haven't had a drink for years" |
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"I wouldn't risk the life I have by drinking again!" |
“Look, I have a little girl, and I have a partner – I wouldn’t risk the life I have by drinking again!”
She looks at photos on her phone of herself with Arwen and Rhys;
she is again reduced to tears,
as she types the text message, “Love you xxx”
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She looks at the photos on her phone . . . |
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. . . and is reduced to tears . . . |
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. . . as she types a text message |
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