Keeping Faith (Un Bore Mercher)

Right.

What you having? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Come on. Mammy'll make you some eggs, then.

Have a bit more in there.

Can't we have the chocolate ones?

No, darling!

Not unless you don't want any teeth.

Do you know, my granddad, he didn't have any teeth, darling.

And do you know what he looked like?

He looked like an old tortoise.

Like this. Uhhhhh!

Now, is this how you want to look?

Is that how you want to look?

It's not how you want to look, is it? Right.

Who wants an egg? Hmm?

These are Mammy's favorite.

You don't want one?

I've made them all nice for you, Rhods!

Come on. Come on, come on, come on. Try it.

It's nice and cool. Here you go.

Rhodie will have it. Look. Arghhh!

Right, let's see where Alys is. Huh?

Alys! It is 20 past 8:00, darling!

- She'll be on the headphones. - Oh.

She'll be hearing me in a minute.

You won't forget my things from the art shop, Mam?

- Glitter, felt. - And blue card, yes.

Alys, do you know this is not funny anymore?!

Morning, morning.

Hell, it was choppy last night.

Need to find myself some digs on dry land, I do.

There's a room going above the pub, ain't there?

Oh, tell you what. I miss Terry and his quiz team.

Why don't you start one yourself, then?

Huh? Fill his shoes.

I'm not worthy. You alright?

Right. Alys!

Alys, come down now, or you will go to school hungry!

Where is she? Tell her.

Here you go. Sort yourself out. Go on.

That girl. Honestly, she's turning me into my mother.

- Your mam was a MILF. Remember? - That's disgusting.

She was. Right, then.

Alys, come on, then!

- Right. - Alys!

Give me a kiss. I love your hair this morning.

It's beautiful.

And you. My precious boy.

Special coat. Special coat.

- Can we make pizzas tonight? - Pizza?

You bet, my darling. Because Mammy hasn't had breakfast.

Mammy's very thirsty, and don't tell Arthur about this.

Bye, Mam.

It's a phase. It's a phase.

- Come on, then. - Yeah.

For a year and a half?

Right, I love you! Bye-bye!

- Quick. Bye-bye, Mammy! - Behave.

Bye-bye. Bye, Mammy! Bye!

Right, then, what we got?

Cornflakes? Ych-a-fi.

- Right, who wants Choco Wheats? - Me.

Yeah?

Just keep going.

Got it. Lewis. Court 4, 12:00.

Who's the judge?

Oh, no!

No, call the list office. You'll have to change that.

Well, you'll have to. Not Merrick, Delyth.

Anyone but Merrick.

There's cake in it for you!

You people make me sick.

Corran Energy still owe us £32,000 in outstanding fees.

- You need to talk to them. - Mm.

I know they're your friends, Tom, but this is business.

Right.

Who's the judge?

- Still Merrick. - Oh, Delyth!

Faith, I want to talk to you about this.

- Is this it? - Yes. The family stuff.

I thought we'd all agreed we were gonna move things

in a more commercial direction.

- Tom? - We are struggling.

- Okay? - Mm-hmm.

We can't depend on waifs and strays.

Corran Energy paid up yet?

Right.

I shall be sticking with the waifs and strays.

- Faith, come on! - Thank you very much.

Faith, for God's sake.

I'm, uh...

Yeah.

I love these.

I'm going to court. I'll see you later!

Am I the only one trying to run a business here?

No.

Thank you, Delyth.

Dad, quick! Come look!

Mammy's here!

Quick!

Where have you been, Dad?

I had to go away. Business.

I'm sorry.

You won't do it again?

Please.

No.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Now sleep, okay?

It's late.

Night-night.

Bastard!

Bastard!

You... coward!

I had a gun. I had a gun.

I had a fucking gun pulled on me tonight!

And Alys, she saw everything, and it's because of you.

It's because of you, you...

you bastard.

They abducted her.

They took our little girl.

They took her, and they had a fucking gun!

What you gonna tell her, huh? What are you gonna tell her?

You think that she's gonna get over something like this?

Do you think that?

You've scarred her, you piece of shit.

You've scarred our little girl... forever.

You've fucking broke me.

You've broke me!

What kind of man does that?

What kind of a man?

Get out of my house.

You coward.

I love those kids.

- I love them. - Get out of the house!

I know what you've done.

I know everything.

D.C.I. Parry.

Morgan.

The Glynns.

Your affair.

You can't hurt me anymore, Evan.

- I fucking hate you. - Faith.

I fucking hate you.

Hi, Cath.

Okay?

Did you get Megan's letter?

Yeah.

- And her picture. - Did you?

- She's very good. - Mm-hmm.

She doesn't get that from me.

No, she doesn't.

No.

How's Rhodri?

He's growing.

Half term next week. Uh...

...week after next.

- I'll bring them in. - No, Faith.

They want to, Evan, so...

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I miss you all so much.

Although I, uh, don't miss all the phone calls from my mother.

Mm.

Do you still go to the gym?

Oh, when I can.

- Work? - So-so, you know.

- But you're managing okay? - Yeah, same as usual, really.

Well, more or less.

- What's the matter, Faith? - Nothing's the matter, Evan.

What's the matter with you?

- You don't have to be... - Just be quiet. Just, please.

Just be quiet.

How's Alys?

Halfway to Goth.

And you know that thing that your mother does?

When she turns away and she pretends she can't hear you?

Yeah, yeah.

She's got your genes, Evan Howells.

Your genes.

Job for you.

Something for you to look forward to.

Right.

No, no, no.

Gael. Yes, I've got the package.

No need to shout.

I'll drop it off tonight. I'm at work.

Anya.

Cerys. How's business?

Well, Howells of Abercorran

is never gonna make me a millionaire,

so let's talk about this.

Client owns a hotel on the coast,

wants to treble it in size, and turn it into a spa resort.

Am I speaking with you now or the firm?

Strictly personal. Just you and me.

- How much are they looking for? - £3.2 million.

I'd need a cast-iron business case

to sell a loan that size to head office.

Trust me. I wrote it.

- These profit projections... - Blue tab.