Keeping Faith (Un Bore Mercher)

Faith Howells.

Maybe we should start with you, Mr Howells.

I see that you've agreed

Mrs Howells will keep the family house

until the youngest is 18.

Yeah, well, I don't want the kids

to lose their home.

And ideally, you'd like to share custody 50-50.

I'm just trying to be practical.

Faith is busy setting up a new company.

- You live with your mother? - Temporarily.

But I hope to have a place of my own very soon.

Fifty-fifty is a very common arrangement

amongst two working parents.

What's your views, Mrs Howells?

I held my family together

when Evan went missing.

I protected and cared for them

while he was facing investigation and trial.

When he was in prison, I could have cut him

out of our lives, but I didn't.

I never would.

There's never been any question of him

harming or neglecting the children.

Oh, no.

And do you have any such concerns?

If it wasn't for me they wouldn't have had a home.

I've never stopped loving you, Faith.

Any of you.

What arrangement do you suggest, Mrs Howells?

The kids can cope with what we have,

every other weekend.

Can we try and move beyond that?

We are here to try and find a compromise.

Well, a compromise doesn't work, does it?

I'll be off.

- Faith... - Thank you.

My job is to write a report for the judge.

I know. My mum told me.

Right.

Well, what I'd like you to tell me,

is how much time you'd like to spend

with each of your parents,

if it were up to you.

Well, how do you feel about spending

one week with your mum,

and the next week with you Dad, for example?

Don't mind.

Do you like being with Dad?

And would you like to spend any more time with him?

I wish.

I wish he could come back to our house.

Mike Taylor.

Seriously?

- Okay, how old is he? - Fourteen.

Fourteen. All right, well,

what we'll need to do is take down the case notes,

- take down your details. - Okay.

Er, Osian's details

and we might need to speak to him, er...

Can I have a word, please.

- Yeah, two minutes. - Er...

Mike Taylor, new client.

It's his son, Osian, he's got a brain tumour.

Look, they were gonna operate tomorrow

but now they're saying they won't.

Not without a court order.

He lost his wife in June.

Cancer. What are the odds.

It's a big case.

We've got too many clients relying on us.

But we cannot turn him away, Faith.

How can we? Faith?

Faith?

You take his instructions.

I'll take care of our other hearings in the morning.

Are you in?

I've got to get the kids to Evan.

Faith...

I need your help.

Mike, you want to come back inside?

Good luck.

Shit.

Rose?

I heard life's not been treating you

too kindly, Steve.

Oh, a few knock-backs that's all.

Nothing I can't put right.

You know how it is, starting a new business.

Motorbikes.

Yeah. Vintage.

Collectors' items.

Do you want to buy one?

This hair costs £300 a time.

I've come to put some work your way.

A former business associate

is holding onto some money she owes me.

I thought you might like to collect it.

Mmm, well, I appreciate the offer,

but, er, that's not my line any more.

I'd like to see you back on your feet, Steve.

How does 20 sound on delivery?

Who is she?

Your old boss.

Gael?

She's locked up in Ireland.

Well, she was previously.

But the Irish authorities used her to put

a whole Reardon clan behind bars,

and then in their wisdom,

turned her loose on the world.

She killed a man.

Self-defence apparently.

She turned up in Swansea about six months ago.

I was stupid enough to extend her a loan,

she was stupid enough not to pay it back.

The details are all in here.

Why did she come to you?

She can hardly go to a bank.

I've taken a cottage along the coast.

I thought I'd sound out the area.

See if it appeals.

Call me when you've collected.

Come on, Rhods, Mamgu is waiting.

Hiya, darling.

Good luck with your Maths, baby.

Come on, Rhods.

Come on.

Alys?

Alys?

Come on.

Love you.

I missed you.

Miss you, too.

Don't I get a hug?

They're tough kids, you know.

Tougher than you think. And they'll...

they'll get through this.

We'll look at it like this, okay.

Even if Evan had them half the time,

he wouldn't be able to cope,

not even with his mom's help.

I mean I still...

I still can't get my head round that one.

Uh, do you know what?

Two weeks, right.

The divorce will be through.

Kids custody battle, sorted.

And you, you'll be free.

And you are definitely

coming to one of my supper clubs, all right.

No excuses. 'Cause I...

Oh, I've got some brilliant people

on the guest list now, right.

Kind, solvent,

and, uh, listen, all of them

under 80.

- Not for me, thank you. - Oh, come on, babe.

You can't be single...

Oh, my gosh.

- All right. I'm fine. - You're okay.

- I'm fine. I'm fine. - Yeah, you're fine.

Of course you are. You're absolutely fine.

Okay, that's just hurt my knee.

- I'm fine. - Yeah, and I'll take this.

Oh, don't now.

- Hey? - And that.

- Seriously? - Yes, seriously.

What's going on with you?

You gonna tell me?

You're completely off your nuts,

- aren't you? Come on. - Oh. Oh, come on.

Get on there.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm not even tired but, I'm starving.

Oh, ow.

Hey, Megs?

Come here.

What's the matter?

Can't sleep?

Why don't you tell me all about it?

I don't know what's going to happen.

Oh.

I'm gonna look after you, that's what.

And your mom is, too.

You know I wish we could all be together.

Sometimes, things aren't meant to be.