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They are back from the solicitor |
Iolo and Tyler return home after visiting the solicitor;
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"You heard what he said – she has no chance!" |
Iolo emphasises, “You heard what he said – Wendy has no chance of getting grandparent’s rights! Let’s go out and celebrate!”
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"I'm taking her for some fresh air" |
Tyler argues that Greta is not well, so they would not get much peace; he will take her out for a walk instead, as the fresh air might settle her. Iolo is left feeling neglected again.
Colin is moping around in the chip shop flat, and Britt tells him, “Come on – it’s not as if Cadno’s sacked you.”
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Chester wants a bit of peace |
Chester pleads for some hush, as he has an exam this afternoon, so his mother says, “I’m so proud of you – you’re going to be fantastic, I know you are.
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"You're a genius, Chester!" |
“You should have more self-confidence – because you’re a genius!” Chester cringes.
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Cadno has not mastered the till |
In the shop, Cadno is wrestling with the till, as Gwyneth is getting tired of waiting; she phones Sioned and leaves a message, “I’m worried about where you’ve been all morning – phone me back, please.”
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"In your own time – I've got all day!" |
Then she turns to Cadno, and growls, “In your own time – I’ve got all day!” and at last the till operates as intended.
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Cadno gives her the £5 she owes |
Next, Cadno does not give her sufficient change, blaming the street light that shines into the bedroom, which kept her awake during the night. Iolo, who is next in the queue, wants to pay by contactless,
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Contactless is a step too far |
and as Cadno looks blankly at the terminal,
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Iolo pops out to the cash machine |
he decides to go to the cash machine instead. “We’ll be more organised after today, I promise,” she tells him
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Sioned wonders if she has done the right thing |
Sioned is wondering if she has done the right thing when the police officer,
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"Sorry to keep you waiting, Sioned" |
who is apparently DS Wilkinson, comes into the room and apologises for keeping her waiting.
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"I think I remember more" |
“I think I remember more about that night in Bryntirion,” she begins, “I want to press charges against DJ.”
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"Let's start at the beginning" |
The DS suggests that they start at the beginning.
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"The shop is my world!" |
In the Deri, Colin, still looking depressed, is sipping his coffee, and Britt urges him to smile; he explains, “The shop is my world!”
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"Have you seen Sioned?" |
Gwyneth comes in, asking if they have seen Sioned, but they cannot help.
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Colin is advised to look for another job |
She suggests that Colin should look for another job, as it is chaos in the shop, and the place will go bust if Cadno carries on like this.
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"You'd better go and check on her" |
“You had better go and check on her,” advises Britt,
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"I'm not on the rota for today" |
he reminds her that he is not on the rota for today. She urges, “It’s hard enough for her as it is, thanks to Eifion – and you could make today a bit easier for her. Come on, drink up!”
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Gwen is becoming impatient |
By now there are three people queueing at the shop, Gwen and two strangers, and the till is still recalcitrant; Cadno complains that an abacus would be quicker.
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Bobi is not supposed to be well |
Meanwhile, behind the counter, Bobi is helping himself to some of the sweets.
Then Colin comes through the door
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"The cavalry has arrived!" |
and announces, “The cavalry has arrived!” and takes over at the till, which then operates flawlessly.
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"There's no shame in accepting a bit of help" |
Britt advises Cadno, “There’s no shame in accepting a bit of help when you need it.”
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"There's a knack to opening the till!" |
Colin tells Cadno that there is a knack to opening the till, and demonstrates his expert technique.
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Eifion is puzzled when he arrives at Penrhewl . . . |
At Penrhewl, the door opens and in walks Eifion, who is very puzzled to see that everything has changed; the kitchen is full of cardboard boxes.
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. . . then Eileen, in her nightie, appears |
Suddenly there is a squeal, as Eileen, clad in her nightie and with a towel around her head, walks in. “Cadno must have told you – we live here. There was no time to lose, thanks to your stupidity!
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"I don't want you here!" |
“Where have you been – you should have been here!” He replies that he has been busy, and Eileen makes it quite clear that she does not want him there.
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"This is my home!" |
He protests that it is his home,
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"No – it used to be your home!" |
but she corrects him, “No, it used to be your home. I don’t want any more lies, I just want you out – and leave your key on the table! Cadno has accepted it and you have to do the same.”
Eifion’s is adamant that he is not leaving,
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"I shall have to call the police, then" |
so she picks up her phone to dial the police, which changes his mind; he hands over the key, picks up his bag and storms out, warning that she has not heard the last of this.
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"So someone had taken your clothes off?" |
DS Wilkinson summarises what Sioned has told him; “So you remember being cold, because someone had taken your clothes off? In a sexual way? They may have taken your clothes off to settle you down to sleep.”
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"Then he kissed me on the cheek" |
Sioned cannot remember, and goes on, “Then he kissed me, on my cheek – and I don’t know if I tried to stop him. It all made sense in my head, but now I’m here . . .”
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"He would not do that" |
She is asked if he tried to touch her in any other way, and she is quite sure that he did not; “He would not do that,” she states, and the DS asks if she can remember any other details, no matter how insignificant.
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She can remember a bright light |
“I remember seeing some kind of light, brighter than a lamp, perhaps a torch – I’ve tried to remember, but I can’t.” He assures her that she is doing very well in very difficult circumstances,
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"Do you want to press charges?" |
and then seeks her agreement that she wants to press charges, stressing that she should take her time.
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"I thought I did . . ." |
“I thought I did – but now I’m here . . .” she says, and is urged to do it for the right reasons; she should not hold back because she fears the consequences for the defendant. “I know what I want to do,” she decides,
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". . . but I don't think DJ raped me!" |
“I’m sorry for wasting your time – I don’t want to press charges. I don’t think DJ raped me!”
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Cadno is sent to take a break |
In the shop flat, Bobi has gone for a nap and Britt is sitting at the table when Cadno comes upstairs;
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"You've got a good man there" |
“Colin has sent me up to take a break – you’ve got a good man there! I never thought that selling sweets and magazines would be harder than farming. I’m meant to be out in the fields, not stuck behind a counter.”
Britt, on the other hand could not bear to be on her own all day,
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"I can cook more than fish and chips" |
and invites Cadno and the boys around for a meal; “I can cook more than just fish and chips – I can do sausage and chips too! And gravy!”
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As they laugh . . . |
As they laugh together, Eifion comes in;
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. . . Eifion walks in . . . |
“There was I, worried you’d be upset!” he says,
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. . . and Cadno does not look particularly happy |
and Cadno looks furiously at him.
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Sioned wants to talk to her mother |
Sioned orders a large white wine in the Deri, and would like a word with her mother;
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"I was going to press charges" |
“I’ve been to the police – I was going to officially press charges – I thought I was ready, but I couldn’t do it. I was trying to describe everything to the DS, and it doesn’t add up –
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"I wasn't raped, Mam!" |
“I wasn’t raped, Mam.”
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Of course, Gwyneth is not far away |
True to form, Gwyneth is lurking within earshot,
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"I became more convinced that DJ did not rape me!" |
and interrupts their conversation; Sioned explains that the more questions the DS asked, the more she was convinced that DJ did not rape her.
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"You don't know that, do you?" |
“You don’t know that, do you?” Gwyneth demands, but Sioned is quite sure that DJ is not a rapist, and it did not happen.
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Gwyneth extends her welcoming arms . . . |
Gwyneth extends her arms towards Sioned, but is devastated to see
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. . . but she prefers her mother's embrace |
that she prefers her mother’s embrace.
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"Three weeks, and not a word!" |
“Three weeks, Eifion, and not a word!” rages Cadno,
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"I'm sorry I wasn't here" |
and he says that he is sorry he was not here; he was staying with friends – sofa surfing.
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"You're meant to be an adult – with responsibilities!" |
“You’re meant to be an adult – with responsibilities!” she continues, “You could have answered your phone at least. Saying sorry makes everything all right, does it? Dragging Penrhewl’s reputation through the mud was bad enough,
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"You left me to deal with it all!" |
“but then you ran away and left me to deal with it all! Every night the boys ask me where Dadi is, and every night I have to lie to them! You’ve destroyed Bobi’s and Arthur’s world.”
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"I'm back now, and I will sort it out" |
He maintains that he is back now and he is going to sort all this out; “We’ll be back in Penrhewl before you know it,” but she points out that it is too late for that.
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"We've lost everything now, thanks to you!" |
She roars, “The farm was my life, and where I was happiest. I sacrificed so much to make sure the boys had something to inherit – but we’ve lost everything now, thanks to you!”
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Eifion is about to make a phone call |
Eifion gets out his phone.
Iolo returns from work to find that Greta is fast asleep, and he hopes that they will get time to chill out this evening. “We’re having a takeaway from Cwm Delhi,” he announces,
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"I have some work to do first" |
but Tyler says he has to do some work first, as there is a lot to do before he returns to school in September.
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"Cadno can't cope without me" |
Colin tells Britt that poor Cadno was clueless today; “But she has more respect for me now – she knows she cannot cope without me.”
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Britt's enthusiasm is not apprecieted |
Chester returns from his exam, very subdued,
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"Izzy and Lois were just the same" |
and Colin comments that Izzy and Lois were the same during exams.
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"Chicken Madras, extra spicy" |
Iolo returns with the takeaway; “Chicken Madras, extra spicy,” he says,
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"Oh – meal for one, then" |
but then finds Tyler asleep on the sofa, and concludes, “Meal for one, then.”
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Chester has lost interest in exams |
Chester is picking away at his meal, and has lost interest in his exams. Britt says she regrets not working at school;
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"I was more interested in boys" |
she was more interested in boys and playing truant, but is glad that he is not like her. “You’re a real scholar!”
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"It was an absolute disaster!" |
He protests that he is not; “The exam was terrible – an absolute disaster! I couldn’t answer a single question. I don’t think the teachers have taught us properly – or the paper was unfair. All that swotting for nothing!”
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"You must put today behind you" |
Britt maintains that all he can do now is to put today behind him, and prepare for the next one.
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"Stop putting pressure on me!" |
He urges her to stop putting pressure on him,
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"Stuff revision! There's no point!" |
and goes to the gym; “Stuff revision! There’s no point!”
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"It's not my fault I fell asleep" |
Later, Tyler awakens, and argues that it is not his fault that he fell asleep. Iolo begs to differ;
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"You're too busy" |
“You’re too busy – if you’re not fussing over Greta, your head’s in those school books, or you’re at the gym! You don’t have any time for anything else!”
Tyler knows that he means no time for him;
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"Mam's waiting for us to make a mistake!" |
“I know things have been tough recently, but Mam’s out there somewhere, waiting for us to make a mistake – we dare not give her that opportunity!
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"We have to be constantly on the ball" |
“We have to be on the ball, constantly, and put Greta first, but that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”
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Iolo has had nearly enough of this |
He goes to warm up the Madras.
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"Jim is out, doing an honest day's work!" |
Eifion has phoned Eileen to come over, and is surprised to see that Jim is not there as well. “He is out doing an honest day’s work,” she replies, “Something you would know nothing about!”
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"We can come to an understanding" |
Cadno comes in as Eifion suggests, “If we all sit down and have a sensible chat, we can come to an understanding. “I sold that meat for the sake of the farm – I was trying to make money to invest back into Penrhewl.”
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"And ruin our good name in the process!" |
“And ruin our good name in the process!” answers Eileen, but he wants everyone to cool down, so things can get back to normal. “I did not throw you out to prove a point!” storms Eileen, “I did it to stop you doing any more harm!”
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"It was only one mistake" |
He protests that he will not, and it was only one mistake.
Eileen will not be silenced; “I’m amazed that it didn’t all fall apart years ago –
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"Cadno has done all the hard work, not you!" |
“Cadno has done all the hard work, not you! Penrhewl is on its knees! Jim and I are the only ones who can get it back on its feet!”
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"You and Jim? Don't make me laugh!" |
Eifion laughs at her, but Cadno agrees that it would be worse with him there rather than better.
“Cutting corners, making a quick buck – that’s all you cared about. I don’t think you realise how much damage you’ve done! It could take years to overcome this,” Eileen continues,
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"I don't want you anywhere near Penrhewl again!" |
“I’m telling you for the last time I don’t want you anywhere near Penrhewl ever again!”
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How will he extricate himself from this? |
As Eileen and Cadno walk out, he realises what a situation he has got himself into.
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