Eifion is at the church, in the rain |
"The funeral's not until eleven" |
"Auntie Nel would be delighted to see you angry!" |
Mathew remembers that she taught Eifion to swim;
“Yes – by throwing me in the pool and laughing at me almost drowning!
“And the food was terrible – the frozen egg sandwiches – you were lucky not to find a cat hair in the egg!”
They try to remember the name of that cat, then decide they might as well go into the church to wait.
"Yes – by throwing me into the pool and laughing!" |
"Those frozen egg sandwiches!" |
"What was the name of that cat?" |
"Keep an eye out for that solicitor" |
"Yes, Mrs Moustache – strange woman!" |
"Thanks for coming over, Kath" |
"What have I done wrong, then?" |
"I just want to talk about Sioned" |
"Has she admitted why she went away?" |
Eileen says that she has not, but wants to apologise that Sioned has not been pulling her weight at work.
Then she suddenly realises that Kath knows why she went away;
she is informed, “The drugs belonged to Sioned – the ones Ricky took!”
Eileen is astonished, and cannot believe it.
"What? You know why she went?" |
"The drugs belonged to Sioned – the ones Ricky took!" |
Eileen is astounded |
“I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you,” Kath continues, and Eileen is temporarily rendered speechless. “There’s nothing to say, is there?
“As a mother and grandmother, we have no control over what Ricky and Sioned do.”
Eileen feels that she, as a mother, has let Kath down, but is told there is no point thinking like that.
"We have no control over what Ricky and Sioned do" |
"I feel that I've let you down!" |
"I've told Sioned exactly what I feel about it!" |
Sara drops some books |
"What happened last night was all nonsense" |
"If drugs are funding this business . . ." |
"I would never put you in a position like that" |
He adds, “You must know Garry Monk better than me – he doesn’t want competition on his patch, so he’s trying to scare me, flex his muscles – that’s all. You and I understand each other, and work very well together – that’s why I want you to take more responsibility.
“Would you like to buy the new produce? Cae Glas are coming to pitch some ice cream this afternoon, and I want you to lead the meeting on behalf of Tapas.”
"Would you like to buy the new produce?" |
"If this business is as honest as you say it is . . ." |
Eileen severely reprimands Sioned |
"I'm sorry, Mam – I was stupid!' |
"It was a mistake!" |
Her mother does not now want her to go to the meeting this afternoon, but Sioned pleads for just one more chance;
“One more? After all the other chances I’ve given you?”
Sioned argues that she needs something to keep her positive,
but Eileen exclaims that she does not want Sioned using Cae Glas as her personal rehab.
"After all the other chances I've given you?" |
"I need something to keep me positive, Mam" |
"You're not using Cae Glas as your personal rehab!" |
Again, Sioned emphasises that it was a mistake, that she loves the business and she wants to play her part;
“Let me go to that meeting, please!” she begs, “Let me show you that I’m not completely hopeless!”
"Let me show you I'm not completely hopeless!" |
Iolo is about to look at the laptop |
Tyelr has passed, with a B grade |
"Right, we're going to celebrate, Ty" |
A message from Aled appears, and Tyler answers it |
"Mam and Anita can babysit for us" |
"Can you go and buy a bottle of wine?" |
The solicitor hands over a large envelope |
"A burlesque dancer who lived in Reykjavik!" |
Mathew comments, “She must have got her tassels cold!” and is eager to see what is in the envelope.
Once inside the car, they find two smaller envelopes, one for each of them, and Mathew is feeling excited.
They read the details and look at each other with distaste.
"Right – here we go, then!" |
They do not look exactly impressed |
Eileen tells Sioned all she needs to know for the meeting |
"I want everything to go well" |
"I can wrap Sara round my little finger!" |
"There wasn't any tea" |
"Did she leave you anything?" |
"I got £100 – but ask Mathew what he got!" |
"A painting, apparently – and £2,000" |
"Kitty Morm? That name rings a bell" |
"It may be worth a few pounds" |
"Selling icecream to Tapas will be easy!" |
Eifion wonders how she can walk in those heels, and Eileen leaves to go back to Penrhewl.
Then there is a shout from downstairs that the picture has arrived, and it is massive, so they go to investigate.
Sioned shouts from downstairs that there is a massive picture |
Aled knocks on the door of number 7 |
"Is Mr Davies-White in?" |
"It's not a good idea to turn up here" |
"I need to talk to someone about Mam and Dad" |
"Well, contact Mrs Gaynor Llywelyn, then" |
"You're leaving, aren't you, Aled?" |
"Off you go – and don't come back!" |
That painting does seem to be quite a size . . . |
. . . and when they remove the wrapping . . . |
"Auntie Nel – she's . . . naked!" |
"You've hit the jackpot there, good boy!" |
"You can't do that – the picture's cursed!" |
Mathew does not like the sound of this |
"Fancy a pint? Auntie Nel's paying!" |
Sara and Dylan sample the icecream |
"We're very green at Tapas" |
"How much discount are you offering?" |
"20% off when you buy 500 of each" |
"We can get a big brand much cheaper" |
"Cae Glas is local – and green" |
"We might be in touch" |
"But I need this sale!" |
"Forgive Sara – she can be a little direct" |
"Yes, like a Rottweiler!" |
"Do you fancy a drink in the Deri?" |
"No, thanks" |
"How did I know he'd come to the house?" |
"How did he know where you lived?" |
"There's a line between a teacher and pupil!" |
"Look, I didn't ask him to come!" |
"Gaynor warned you not to make another mistake" |
"He needs someone to talk to" |
"He's gay, and having trouble with his father |
"You must keep your distance, all right?" |
"We don't feel like going out, Dad" |
"Sorry, Mam, I did my best!" |
"I'm sorry I've let you down again!" |
The the new item of furniture catches her eye . . . |
. . . she stares at it . . . |
. . . and appears to feel a little better |
Tyler cautiously creeps downstairs in the darkness |
There is another plea from Aled |
After some thought . . . |