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.

50-50 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, 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 mam

and the next week with your 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?

OK. How old is he? 14.

14? All right. Well, what we'll need to do

is take down the case notes,

take down your details. Osian's details.

We might need to speak to him.

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 going to 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...

...can you 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 on to some money she owes me.

I thought you might like to collect it.

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.

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, Rhode.

Mamgu's waiting.

Hiya, darling.

Good luck with your maths, baby.

Come on, Rhode.

Come on!

Alyg!

Alyg?

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 get through this.

We'll look at it like this, OK?

Even if Evan had them half the time,

he wouldn't be able to cope, not even with his mum's help.

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

Er, 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. Cos I...

Oh, I've got some brilliant people on the guest list now, right?

Kind, solvent and, er, 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. I'm fine, I'm fine. All right.

Course you are. Honestly. You're absolutely fine. OK.

Just hurt my knee. Yeah, and I'll take that. Oh, don't now.

Hey. And that. Seriously?

Yes, seriously.

What's going on with you?

Are you going to tell me?

You're completely off your nuts, aren't you? Come on.

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.

Ohh...

I'm going to look after you.

That's what.

And your mum is too.

You know, I wish we could all be together.

Sometimes things aren't meant to be.

But you know I love you.

And your mum...

I'll always love her.

For ever and ever.

Let's get you back to bed.

We've got to be up early in the morning.

Come on.

OK, Rose, what have we got?

1—8—O—2.

1—8—O—2.

1—8—O—2.

Stand back.

Stand back.