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Jason has just got up |
Jason has just come downstairs, picks up the post and walks into the kitchen; there is a knock at the door, and he debates whether to answer it or not.
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"Why were you knocking, if you had a key?" |
Sara lets herself in, asking, “Why didn’t you answer the door?” He wonders why she was knocking when she had a key;
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"I was hoping you weren't in" |
“Because I was hoping you weren’t in,” she groans, “I’ve just come to get some more clothes for Ifan.”
“Can we talk, please?” Jason begs, but Sara has nothing to say to him. “I miss both of you terribly – can you come back now, please?”
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"I've got everything under control, all right?" |
He insists, “I’ve got everything under control now, all right? I’m never going to gamble again – I haven’t left the house all weekend – I haven’t gambled a penny!”
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"It proves you've got a problem!" |
“If you have to lock yourself up to do that, it just proves you have got a problem!” she snarls. He is willing to admit he that he went a bit too far; “A bit too far?” she sneers, “You spent £7,000 in less than a fortnight! Where will you get that sort of money to pay it back? In a casino?”
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"You're talking as if I'm some kind of addict" |
He replies that she is talking as if he is some kind of addict, and as Sara rushes out, he asks if his mother knows.
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"Is that all you're worried about?" |
“Is that all you’re worried about?” she shouts,
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"How useless and pathetic her son is!" |
“No, she doesn’t know – I couldn’t tell her how useless and pathetic her son is!”
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"Come on, Siôn, it's magnificent!" |
Anita and Siôn are at Morawel, where Anita is waxing lyrical about the view, but Siôn less so; “Come on, Siôn, it’s magnificent!” she enthuses, and he goes inside.
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"We are doing the right thing, you know" |
“We are doing the right thing, you know,” she continues, “At least, we’re a fairly local couple – it’s better than it could be. Eventually, perhaps we could retire here –
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Anita visualises their retirement |
“I can see us here, you know – me downstairs in the kitchen, cooking a chicken. You, sitting up here in the window, working on your collection of poems.”
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"Give this place a chance, Siôn" |
Siôn has something to tell her, but she pleads with him not to spoil things; “I know you’re not 100% comfortable, but just give this place a chance –
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"In the end, you'll thank me" |
“in the end, I think you’ll thank me.”
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"I'm not paying that!" |
At Bryntirion, Dai is disgusted by the bill he has received from the Deri, for £200, for the engagement party. “I’m not paying that, and neither are you, DJ!
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"That mob at Maes-y-Deri should pay for it!" |
“That mob at Maes-y-Deri should pay for it!” Diane, who is looking after Ifan, tells him to leave it for now, but Dai will not be silenced; “It was a member of their family who lied.”
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"She was not family – that was the problem" |
DJ points out that she was not family – that was the problem – and walks out.
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Gwyneth is surprised . . . |
Gwyneth comes into the kitchen of her flat and finds Britt spring-cleaning the cupboards; apparently she has been up since around five.
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. . . by Britt's heavy-duty Spring cleaning |
“It’s the least I can do after you put a roof over my head,” she tells Gwyneth, who reminds her that it is only temporary.
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"Colin's gone too far this time!" |
“I couldn’t go home after what Colin said – no, he’s gone too far this time!” Britt goes on, “You won’t recognise the place when you get back this afternoon.
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"Ed can cope without me for a day" |
“Ed can cope without me for a day – and Madge is there as well. Anyway, I’ve got plenty to do here!”
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"Is everything all right, Britt?" |
Gwyneth is about to go down to the salon, and asks if everything is all right,
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"What's that supposed to mean?" |
and Britt responds, “What’s that supposed to mean?” so Gwyneth beats a hasty retreat.
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Anita is not a fan of avocado bathroom suites |
Anita is not impressed with the avocado bathroom suite; Siôn stresses that he would like to talk to her,
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"This will make the perfect holiday home!" |
as she goes on about how excited she is, and how it will make perfect holiday home.
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"It's not going to be a holiday home" |
“That’s the thing – it’s not going to be a holiday home,” he informs her, and she assumes that he has changed his mind again.
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"I've promised it to someone to rent long-term" |
“I’ve promised it to someone who wants to rent it long-term – a local family – Gerwyn, the bloke who fixed the car. He and his family can’t afford a house, and they’re paying a fortune in rent at the moment. It felt like the right thing to do.”
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This does not go down well with Anita |
Anita is, as expected, furious; and asks when he arranged this. He replies, “On Friday – they want to move in as soon as possible.
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"It's not right for us to stay here" |
“It’s not right for us to stay here, when a local family can’t get a house.”
Anita is far from understanding, and is adamant, “They’re not having this! I’m pulling out of the sale!” and walks off in disgust.
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Sara is in floods of tears |
Back at Bryntirion, Sara sits crying on the sofa;
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"Is it over between you?" |
Diane asks if it is over between them, and Sara replies, “I can’t think straight – I’m so angry with him!
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"It would be easier if there was someone else!" |
“It would be easier if there was someone else!”
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"He gambles anything he can get hold of" |
Diane is puzzled, so Sara explains, “Jason has spent thousands of pounds of our money in casinos, online poker, slot machines. He gambles anything he can get hold of.”
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Then the penny drops |
The realisation hits Diane that APD’s money was involved; “The swine has been moving money in and out of APD’s account – it must have been because of the gambling –
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"I knew something wasn't right" |
“I knew something wasn’t right. I should have insisted on a better explanation about that money.”
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"He's spent £7,000 of our savings in the last fortnight!" |
Sara is sure that he would not have admitted it; “He’s been lying through his teeth for weeks. He’s spent £7,000 of our savings in the last fortnight!”
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"I'll kill him!" |
Diane is at first speechless with rage, then vows, “I’ll kill him!” There is a knock at the door, and she hopes that it is him,
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"Diane? I'm Sandra!" |
but instead Sandra introduces herself to Diane, and has been asked by Sara to come. “I’m friends with Jason, and I know everything,” she says.
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Is this pancake mixture – or Yorkshire pudding? |
Britt is whisking up some kind of batter when Gwyneth returns, and notices that the spring-cleaning seems to have been abandoned.
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"Do you want a scone?" |
“Do you want a scone?” Britt asks, “And there’s a Lemon Drizzle Cake in the oven.
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"I went to Llanarthur for lemons" |
“I went to Llanarthur to get lemons, because Colin is in the shop.”
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Gwyneth cannot wait to get out of the place |
Gwyneth says she has made plans to go out, and is running late; she seems very eager to escape.
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"Brian gave me another chance . . ." |
Sandra explains, “I couldn’t remember my own lies any more – but Brian gave me another chance –
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". . . my last chance – I knew that!" |
“a last chance – I knew that!”
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"How long has he been doing this?" |
Diane asks how long Jason has been doing this, and is told that it is mainly fruit machines and roulette;
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"Addicts can always find money" |
“That’s how we all start – over time, it just creeps up on you. Addicts can always find money – you need to help him face the fact he’s got a problem.”
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"I don't want to be in the same room as him at the moment" |
Sara replies that she does not want to be in the same room as him at the moment, and Diane does not blame her.
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"If part of you thinks you can forgive him . . ." |
“I know it’s hard, and no-one would blame you for walking away,” Sandra sympathises, but if a part of you thinks you can forgive him,
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". . . having you there will be a big help" |
“having you here will be a big help as he tries to kick the habit.”
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"I was hoping you would understand" |
Anita and Siôn are having a cup of tea at a café near Morawel; “I was hoping you would understand,” he says,
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"But you've gone behind my back!" |
and she answers curtly that he has gone behind her back.
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"You're a fine one to talk!" |
“You’re a fine one to talk!” is his comment, but she accuses him of spoiling everything.
“I haven’t been comfortable with buying Morawel from the start,” he reminds her,
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"I tried to explain how I feel, but you won't listen" |
“We’re buying a house under the noses of local people – they can’t afford it – I tried to explain to you how I feel, but you won’t listen. We’ll still get a decent income.”
She complains they will not get any holidays, but he reminds her they will not have to clean the house all the time either.
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"You should have told me earlier!" |
“You should have told me earlier about this Gerwyn! That’s what hurts me!” Anita exclaims, “I think I understand your standpoint, but I don’t agree. As long as you remember that you have to give in to me next time!” He kisses her, and they appear to have reached an uneasy truce.
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Sara and Sandra return to number 9 |
Sara comes into number 9, with Ifan and followed by Sandra;
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"There are conditions, Jason" |
Jason is delighted that his son is back. He is warned that there are conditions, and is told to sit down.
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"You have to go to Gamblers Anonymous" |
“Jase, you have to admit that you’ve got a problem – no excuses,” Sara begins, “You have to go to Gamblers Anonymous – and you have to promise me that you’ll never gamble again. No bookies, no casinos, no online apps – nothing! You can’t even buy a Bethania raffle ticket – do you understand?”
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"Are you serious, Sara?" |
Jason cannot believe that she is serious, but Sandra points out, “You’re in denial now, but if you’re completely honest with yourself,
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"You know you're hooked, Jason!" |
“you know you’re hooked! You need to talk, Jason – that’s the only way you can save your family.”
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"I'm willing to do anything for you, Sara!" |
Jason looks at Sara, and declares that he is willing to do anything for her; she gets up and rushes into the kitchen.
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"Youi have to give her time, Jason" |
Sandra warns him to give her time.
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"I could do with some company" |
DJ is at the bar of the Deri when Gwyneth comes in for a pint; she tells him she could do with some company. When Dai returns from the toilet, he is not pleased to see her there;
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"I should be at home by now" |
he admits to DJ that he should not be there, but should be home by now.
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"Yes, Diane, I'm just locking up now" |
His phone rings, and he tells Diane, that he is just locking up now; he is instructed to come home immediately, and does so.
Gwyneth offers to pay for DJ’s drink;
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"It doesn't mean I want us to end up in bed" |
“Come on, DJ, just because we have a drink it doesn’t mean I want us to end up in bed together again, does it?
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That seems to be the last thing DJ wants |
“Mind you, it wouldn’t be the end of the world, either. I just want to have a laugh.
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I don't bite – unless you want me to!" |
“Besides, I don’t bite – not unless you want me to!”
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"Let's go for a walk on the beach" |
As they finish their cup of tea, Siôn wonders what they will do for the rest of the day, and Anita suggests a walk on the beach.
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"I originally had plans for this trip" |
“I originally had plans for this trip,” he reveals, “But I might have ruined things just lately – I was going to ask you an important question.
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"Would you consider moving into Y Felin with me?" |
“Would you consider moving into Y Felin with me?”
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"It didn't work out last time, did it?" |
She is dubious, after the last time they tried that arrangement, but he considers that they know each other rather better now; she wants him not to go behind her back again,
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"All right, I'll think about it" |
and says she will think about it.
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"Why didn't you bring DJ Home from the Deri?" |
Diane is ready for bed, and asks Dai why he did not bring DJ home from the Deri with him;
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"I wasn't at the Deri, Diane" |
although he protests he was not in the Deri, Diane knows better. “You know DJ is not at his best at the moment,” she says,
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"Are we any wiser about what happened?" |
Dai asks, “Has Sara has gone back to Lothario? Are we any the wiser about what happened between them?” He is told that it is nothing to worry about, and he comments that at least, it is two fewer mouths to feed. He turns off the lights and they go to bed.
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DJ has again overindulged . . . |
Very shortly after, the back door opens and a drunken DJ, accompanied by Gwyneth, stumbles in;
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. . . and goes to find Dai's whisky |
“Dad will be snoring like a pig, two minutes from now,” DJ informs her, “And I know exactly where he keeps his whisky stashed away!”
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"You didn't bring me here to drink whisky, did you?" |
“You didn’t bring me here to drink whisky, did you?” Gwyneth enquires, and moves in to kiss him.
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Her next move is interrupted by Diane |
At this point, Diane comes downstairs, switches on the light and catches them.
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"Is anyone in this village safe from you?" |
“What the hell’s going on here?” she roars, “Is anyone in this village safe from you?” and Gwyneth describes her as a real killjoy.
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Gwyneth is given her marching orders |
“You’re the one who ruins lives –go home, Gwyneth!” Diane shouts, and she complies with the instruction. DJ apologises, and Diane growls, “Go to bed, for heaven’s sake!”
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DJ is not very steady on his feet |
He makes his unsteady progress towards the stairs.
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"Ifan's glad to be back home" |
Jason has put Ifan to bed, and thinks that the child is glad to be home; “Just be grateful he’s not old enough to know what’s going on,” says Sara.
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"I promise I won't let you down, Sara!" |
He promises he will not let her down – whatever she wants, he will do.
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"Your mother knows – and about the money from APD" |
She advises him that his mother knows; “She also knows that you used money from APD to gamble.”
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"I'm so sorry, Sara!" |
Again he says that he is so sorry, and was not trying deceive all of them.
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"We're going over to Bryntirion" |
“First thing tomorrow morning, we’re going over to Bryntirion, so you can explain every-thing to Dai,” she tells him,
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"Does Dai have to know?" |
and he wonders if Dai has to know.
“You can’t ask us to keep this from him – he’s not stupid. He’ll know there’s something wrong when he looks at the accounts – but at least, he’s family –
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"I hope he won't tell anyone about your problem" |
“and I hope he won’t tell anyone about your problem.”
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