Oh!
Evan!
Can you help me, please? Can you help me zip this up?
What's wrong with this darn thing?
Ooh! Haven't seen that dress in a while.
- What's the occasion? - Well, I did tell you.
Lisa's divorce came through this morning.
And a gang of us
are going for supper at Bella Bellissima.
Okay, now, breathe in.
- Hang on. Hang on. - Do it right, now!
Nearly there.
- Oh! - There. You're in.
Comfortable?
Come here.
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
Okay?
Hey, while I remember, I've got a firm meeting coming up.
Now, Cerys is bound to ask when you're coming back.
Do we really need to talk about this now?
- No. No. It'll keep. - Mmmm.
- Yes. - Enjoy yourself.
Thank you.
Right, Daddy.
Well?
Let's face it.
There's no room in that thing for a pizza.
Um...
this one.
- Alys, that's a maternity dress. - We know that.
- Oh, you know that? Oh. - Yeah.
All right. Well, I'm going back to the gym tomorrow.
- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.
- Thank you very much. - Bye.
- Be good.
- You be good. - You be good.
You're not the boss of me.
- This? - All right. All right.
Oh!
Oh.
All right, Gar!
Yeah, well, did you have to disturb the whole street?
I thought I'd be doing you a kindness, Mrs. Howells.
I thought to myself, "She'll have six frocks in front of her,
none of them good enough.
The kids will be creating,
and Evan will be catching the blame for a lot of it.
Best put them all out their misery," I thought.
Oh.
Not another wild night out with the girls, is it?
Watch yourself, now.
Nice frock, by the way.
Would you keep your eyes on the road, Gareth?!
"Good night, Turtle," said Newt.
See you in the spring."
"Good night, Newt," said Turtle.
And they slipped deep into the swamp mud,
where it was snug, cozy, and warm.
"Sleep tight," murmured Turtle.
And that's what they did..."
"All winter long."
Right, let's go.
Up you go.
One, two, three.
Okay.
Good night.
Okay.
Caught you.
Please. It's a good bit.
- Two minutes. - Yes!
- Oh! - It feels great!
It really does.
But, you know, the only weird thing
is the thought of having sex with another man.
I'm sure you will manage it, Lisa.
No. I don't know where to begin.
- What did you think... - I don't...
I don't mean like that.
I mean like dating. Oh, hello.
- Hello, Silvio. - Silvio.
Silvio, what are you doing after your shift?
- Silvio! - Silvio!
- Darling!
- Doing after your shift! - Shift, hey!
- Doing me! - Said, "Shift"!
- Silvio! - He's doing her.
- He's doing you. - Do me later!
- Yes! Cake! - Ah!
Whoo!
Oh.
Oh, hello. Hello.
- Hello, hello. - Hey. Shh, shh.
Hi, fellow.
You've waited for me, have you?
Have you? You! Oh, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You look... You look... You look... You look...
Yeah. Okay. It's time for bed.
You look really quite handsome.
Hello, bad boy!
Ooh! What's come over you?!
All my life, I've wanted this!
Amazing!
God bless tequila!
Ooh!
Good night.
Want that?
Ta.
More?
Right, here come the eggs.
Here you go. Come on. In your tummies.
Hey. You should have woken me.
Kettle's just boiled.
Right, then.
I love you. Mwah.
- Bye. - Mwah.
Bye, Rhods. Bye, girls.
- Bye. Tie, Dad. - Oh.
Thank you.
- Hey, I'm really sorry. - I've got to rush. Busy day.
Okay?
Hi!
- Wa-wa-wa-wa! - Aah!
Were you drunk last night, Mummy?
Alys!
Then why did Daddy say you slept in the drop bunk?
Maybe he was he thought he was being hilarious.
I don't know.
Oh!
On the counter.
Thank you very much.
Ta.
You don't look very well.
Oh, I feel ab... absolutely fine.
Oh!
Ouch!
Oh, my God. Faith, seriously, my hands!
- Worth it? - Well, I'm free.
- Mm. - Mm.
I mean, I feel like absolute crap, but I am...
I'm free as a little bird, pet.
So, what now?
- Hold on. - Oh, no way.
Yep.
- Hold on. We'll have a look. - Oh, the idea!
Look at this.
- Matt. - Mm.
- 38. - Nice.
Yeah. Self-employed, software something or other.
And, look. He wants to make me feel special.
- No way. Beard. - Why? What?
- He has a beard. - So?
- He has a beard, Lisa! - Okay.
Oh! Hi, Cerys.
Hiya. Ooh, sorry.
Sorry, Cerys.
Uhh... maybe he's gone straight to court.
Yeah. No, no idea.
I'll give him a call, all right?
Okay. All right, bye-bye.
Evan, it's Faith, darling.
Can you give me a ring when you get this?
- Love you. - Faith.
Any word from Evan?
- No. - That's brilliant.
Arthur Davies needs bail. He's up in 20 minutes.
And I've got a sentencing in Crown Court.
- What do we do? - Well, he'll be there.
Well, if he's not, the client gets banged up and sues us.
- What, Arthur? I doubt it. - Faith.
It's a bail app, 10:30.
Evan said you're back any day soon.
- Thank God. - Cerys.
- Cerys. Hey! - I'm late!
Cerys!
Oh!
Shit.
- Yes. - Oh, Marion, hiya.
Can you do me a favor? Look after Rhodri
- for a couple of hours? - What, now? I'm busy.
Oh, Evan, he's snagged up somewhere.
I've got to stand in for him at court.
- Court? I thought you were... - What?
Well, you've become so domesticated.
You be a good boy now for Granny, okay?
- Thank you. - Is Evan all right?
Yeah, yeah. He will be, but not when I find him.
Domesticated.
"Well, you've become so domesticated, Faith."
Piss off, Marion!
"I'm sorry I can't take your call at the moment.
Please leave a message. Thank you.
Hey! Evan, where the hell are you? Huh?
This isn't bloody funny at all, Evan.
Right, and your mother is being a complete bitch.
As usual.
Okay. Ooh, I love you.
Please call me back. Love you. Mwah!
But call me back.
Hello.
Nice to see you.
- Arthur Davies! - Oh.
Faith, man.
I thought you were a lady of leisure nowadays.
Ha. It was maternity leave, not retirement.
Where's Evan, then?
No idea. Charge?
Meant to have nicked off a bottle from the co-op, like.
Not a drop passed my lips.
- Defense? - Mistaken identity.
But... where were you when you were arrested, Arthur?
Legging it out the door, wasn't I?
Then how could they have mistaken you
for someone else, Arthur?
Not me. The bottle, man.
It's one I bought earlier, see, but I forgot I had it.
These pills I'm taking, they mess my head.
- Nightmare. - Fancy a coffee after?
- You're the winner, Faith. - Yeah.
- It's in the stars. - I wouldn't bank on it.
Hey, how about a coffee, then?
You keep singing. I'll come for the coffee.
I'll buy it!
Evan.
If this is your way of trying to tell me you want me
back at the office...
I just need you to know that it is really shit.
And fine. I will do Arthur's bail-up.
But we have some serious talking to do, okay?
Come on, phone me!
All parties in the case of Davies to the courtroom.
Oh.
Mrs. Howells.
I thought you'd hung up your spurs.
Well, I appear to have strapped them back on again.
Good for you.
Guilty plea, is it?
Not guilty. Those are my instructions.
Very well.
Remand in custody for seven days.
- Next? - Bail!
Ma'am, I think you might have forgotten something... bail.
All the usual objections, ma'am.
Yes, Mrs. Howells.
The prosecution is concerned
that your client will abscond and reoffend.
Yes, well, I don't recall Mr. Davies
having ever strayed further
than the late-night Spar walk about the road.
And as for the risk of him committing further offenses,
well, now and then, even the most unexpected people,
they surprise us.
Who knows? This could turn out to be the first day
of the rest of his life.
Well, I think, under the circumstances,
I think let him have bail.
Yeah, that's not the best choice.
We've no wish to burden the prison services
more than we have to, Mrs. Howells.
But make no mistake...
Prison is where he'll go if he's found guilty at trial.
Thank you, ma'am.
We'll see you in seven days, Mr. Davies.
Hey.
Tell Evan he's sacked. I'm having you every time.
Really.
You could just try and stay out of trouble.
Hey, like you said, it's all changing today.
I'm starting a new business... dolphin watching.
Evan gave me the idea, like.
Lend us a tenner. You'll get shares.
The thing is, Arthur, you're meant to pay me.
Delyth, hi. Any news?
What?!
Well, it sounds like I don't have much choice, doesn't it?
Right, give me 20 minutes.
Okay.
Oh, Evan Howells.
Evan Howells, you're dead, dead, dead, dead,
dead, dead, dead, dead.
But I've driven all the way from Swansea
for this meeting. He's had all morning to cancel.
- I'm very sorry, Mr. Jenkins. - Oh, hi. Hi. Sorry.
Faith Howells, partner.
And apologies, Mr. Jenkins.
My husband has been unavoidably detained.
- Been arrested, has he? - No, no, no, no.
He's, uh... He's dealing with a murder case.
Multiple.
So, right, I'll... find your file.
- Won't be a minute. - Are you familiar with my case?
I'm sure it won't take me long.
- Is there a dog in it? - Poodle, wasn't it?
Basset... Detective Superintendent, Fraud Squad.
He's the one who cooked this up.
Maybe he should be chasing you, not me.
Listen, forget it.
I'll get myself a proper lawyer.
Where you going, Delyth?
- He's our best client. - Yeah, was.
Good riddance!
Taxi for Delyth.
It was a joke.
No word from Evan, then?
It's not like him at all.
You don't think we should try the hospital?
Just in case he's been in an accident.
No, I know. I know.
I know exactly where he's hiding.
I won't be long. Catch, Delyth.
- Oh. - Well done.
Evan, you here?
Evan?!
Evan!
Evan?
Oh.
Hello. Abercorran police station.
- How may I help you? - Terry. It's Faith.
Oh, hiya, love.
You're not gonna let me down about this quiz night,
now, are you?
- We're banking on you. - I will be there.
Listen.
- I've lost Evan. - You what?
Well, he went to work this morning and never arrived.
The thing is, he's missed a really important appointment.
Well, I'm sure he'll turn up.
Are you speaking as a police officer
or as his brother-in-law?
He usually has lunch with Bethan on Wednesday.
Have you tried her?
- Faith. - Yes?
I'm sure there's a perfectly rational explanation.
He'll have been caught up with a client or something.
Yeah.
Yeah, sorry.
All right, don't forget, now...
7:30 tomorrow night, now.
- Don't forget. - I won't.
- Bye-bye. - Okay. Ta-ra.
He mostly uses his laptop for work.
Mm.
Today's e-mails are downloading here.
Does that mean that he's not picking them up?
I think so.
- Evan! - Isn't he meant
to be with Jenkins?
He better not screw this one up.
I virtually had to prostitute myself to hook this case.
Right, how do you fancy a few matrimonials?
You were always good at family stuff.
No. I agreed to stand in for one bail application.
I'm confused. Evan's had me trying
to drum up work for you for weeks.
- Has he? - Am I missing something here?
If our clients are being compromised by some issue
between you and him, I think I deserve to know.
No, no, no, no, no, no. It's probably just...
some misunderstanding, that's all.
Everything's fine.
God, she's rude.
Hmm.
Sorry.
Everything's just a bit...
The last time Evan was late for a client,
he was at the doctor's.
You can grow old waiting at that surgery.
What the bloody hell is going on, Evan?
This is not funny anymore.
You phone me.
And, Io and behold...
the draftsman's copy of the 1878 parish map.
In this, the boundary ends precisely 3 feet
to the right of where he claims.
3 whole feet.
But 3 times 35 makes 105.
And to land to the value of nearly £5,000.
And if further proof were needed...
declassified negatives
from the 1939 War Office aerial survey...
How much more are you willing to spend
fighting your next-door neighbor, Mr. Thomas?
I'm prepared to spend everything.
The man's not getting away with it.
I despise the man.
As I've told your husband on many occasions, Mrs. Howells,
it's the principle.
This is theft.
The man is a criminal.
Oh, life is short.
Precious.
Eight years, this has dragged on.
All that energy you could have spent doing good.
Why are you giving him the satisfaction?
Be the bigger man here, Mr. Thomas.
Rise above it.
That is how you win.
You are precisely the woman
I want fighting my corner in court.
I want him to know it's going all the way.
Absolutely. We'll go all the way.
I want him to sweat.
Not sure about the sweating part, but I'll do my best.
- I'm sure you will. - Yes.
- Goodbye. - I'll be in touch.
Take care. Mind the steps.
Absolutely off his head.
- I think he's lonely. - Lonely?
I think he's getting bilked.
Probably some important client
that insisted he drop everything.
Well, I'm worried. Of course I am.
Why am I not allowed to be worried about my own son?
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, come on. Don't worry, all right?
This is Evan we're talking about here.
Huh? Mr. Reliable.
Come on. Hey, look.
Why don't we all just get on with our day and then...
I don't know... beat him up when he comes back later?
Huh? Upsy-daisy.
I must look a sight.
Excuse me.
She seems to have become so delicate lately.
Oh, she hasn't been very well, has she?
It's good to see you back. Thank you, Faith.
Well, I'm not back, Tom.
I'm just covering.
Hey.
Do you think Daddy's upset with me
for getting rat-assed last night?
Hmm?
Yeah. Yeah, me too.
Hmm.
Come on. We better check he hasn't flown to Rio.
Yeah.
Want to come with Mummy and check?
See where Daddy is? Come on.
There.
- Da. - Yeah.
Mr. Evan and Mrs. Faith Howells. We've each got a debit card.
I was just wondering if there was any activity
on the account today.
Nothing else? That's it?
No, that's great, that's great. Thanks. Bye-bye.
Well, he's still in the country, Rhodri.
Still in the country.
Rhodri. His last one.
Positive.
It's gonna be fine.
It's gonna be fine, Faith. All right. Okay.
What do we need?
Uh, swimming kit, goggles.
This is strictly in confidence, of course, Mrs. Jones.
Well, he
He usually waves.
But not today.
Mind, the state she came home in last night.
- Legless, she was. - Faith Howells?
Oh, yes, yes. 10 past midnight.
Couldn't get the key in the lock.
No wonder she slept in the spare room.
I saw the light on, see?
Between you and me, she's in there as often as not.
And you know what they say.
There's only one place colder than a loveless marriage bed.
The grave.
More tea?
Hello, Faith. How are things?
Oh, not too bad. Not too bad.
Apart from the mild hysteria and a missing husband.
Sam.
Sam, I need to know why Evan's been coming to see you.
- You were a lawyer. You know... - Well, I'm still a lawyer.
And there's no secrets between me and Evan, so...
Well, I thought there wasn't. Please, please.
It's... It is important.
He's only been in a couple times.
Just tell me straight. Is he gonna live?
No. I mean yes.
He's just been feeling a bit stressed.
Right. About what?
The usual things.
I referred him to counseling.
- Yeah. - I think it worked.
- He hasn't been back since. - Counseling?
Evan's been going to counseling?
Oh. When?
Is he, um...
Was it me? Was it me?
Sorry. Has he been going to counseling because it's...
He's stressed because I'm still at home with the kids?
No, no, no. He didn't mention that.
What did he mention, Sam?
I just got the impression it was more of an accumulation.
Look, I'm really not comfortable...
No.
Well, he's been...
He's been smoking again.
Yeah, he hasn't been smoking in over 10 years.
Did he tell you that?
How have things been between the two of you?
- You know. - Yeah.
What I know?
Are you talking about sex?
Are we having sex?
Uh, well, we... we...
Well, sort of.
I could give you something to take the pressure off.
All right. Um... Oh.
I'm really late to pick up the girls.
Faith. Faith.
Faith, I really don't think he's the sort,
you know, to do something.
I know that.
Thank you.
That's it, Alys.
Legs straight. Remember to kick from the hips.
Turn around. And you go back.
And good.
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round all day long ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'Round and 'round ♪
Meg, it hurts my ears!
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ All day long ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round all day long ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round all day long ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round ♪
♪ 'Round and 'round, 'round and 'round ♪
♪ The wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round all day long ♪
I need to access my husband's phone records.
He's gone missing.
My sympathies, madam.
The phone is registered in his name?
Yes, but I'm his next of kin.
I'm afraid that such data can only be accessed
with a secure password registered to the account.
What if I don't know the password?
Then in that case,
I'm afraid that would be hard cheese, madam.
- Hard cheese? - Precisely.
May I be of any further assistance to you today?
Forget it.
Mam, is something wrong with Dad?
No.
You're not getting a divorce, are you?
Don't be a silly sausage.
- You're a silly sausage. - You're a silly sausage.
You're a silly... Aah!
- And you're a... - Stop it!
Mam, someone's at the door.
That might be Daddy now.
- No, I want to win. - No way. No way.
Still gonna win. Aah!
- Hi, sweetie. - Just Lisa.
- Hey. - Is it true?
- Has Evan gone rogue? - Oh, for God's sake.
- It's everywhere. - Shh!
Faith, he's even got his own hashtag... #WheresEvan?
You know Tracy, Tracy from the coffee shop?
She's been posting things like crazy.
I mean, have they got nothing better to do?
You look like you need a drink.
It's not even 5:00 yet, Lisa.
Yeah, well, emergency rules, babe.
Right, have you two been rowing?
No.
Well, no more than usual.
And you... you've literally no idea.
No.
Where is he?
I mean, this is ridiculous.
Should I be... Should I be worried?
Should I? I don't know.
You know, what am I supposed to do?
Well, it's not like him, is it?
No.
Oh, come on, Faith, you must have sensed something.
Well, I didn't sense that he'd been to see a counselor.
No way.
Yeah.
- When? - Recently.
Sam told me. Been stressed, apparently.
- And he didn't say anything? - No.
Well, it's classic, isn't it?
Nice guy, slightly repressed.
- Repressed? - Yeah, he is.
Little bit repressed, right, but he worships you.
I mean, he just can't admit that he's got his own needs.
Sex famine.
Seriously, babe, a bloke,
he can't be getting it and still be stressed.
That is a fact of life.
Shh. Oh, Lisa.
Listen, I know it's not PC, right,
but sometimes, babe,
you have just got to take one for the team.
Why... Why? Why do people always assume it's down to sex?
- Why? - Okay, well... Right.
When was the last time you two properly shagged?
- Well... - Yeah, no.
Like really, really went at it.
Faith.
I rest my case.
Faith, any news?
I'm not gonna lie.
I'm worried sick.
- You go. - No, you.
You go.
Faith, she's your sister-in-law.
Passports, driving license.
A phone... phone! Bank cards.
Yeah, yeah, look, his passport is still here.
He hasn't touched his bank cards.
- And... - Hey, bup-bup-bup-bup.
Hey, two minutes.
Two minutes, babes.
He might be sulking somewhere.
He did used to do that as a kid.
- About what, then? - I don't know. You're his wife.
- Yeah. - Mammy and I have both noticed
that he's looking older.
- He's 40. - And smoking again.
Smoking?
Lisa, Frank saw him on the fire escape
at the back of the office.
- You must have smelt it on him. - No, I didn't.
He hasn't been a happy man for months, Faith.
I could tell.
Well...
Thank you for sharing that, Bethan.
Hey, good girls.
Hey. Bethan's here. Do you want to come in?
Well, if that's all right.
We thought we'd offer you some moral support.
Oh.
Marion will be along in a minute.
Great.
Oh, no, no.
No, don't be nice to me. No!
Listen.
Between you and me, how are the finances?
Delyth's given the impression
that business has been a bit slack.
Well, it's still within the limit, last time I checked.
Overdraft?
Mm-hmm. Means we can afford luxuries, the gas bill.
Do you think it's something at work?
Well, he's never liked to talk shop at home.
You're his father. He said anything to you?
Come on, come in.
Hello, Tom. You've lost weight.
Oh, thank you very much.
- Mam, is tea ready? - Yes, tea is ready.
Tea is ready.
- Tea... Tea is ready. - Yeah.
Tea is ready, right. Come on, then, Tom.
Give them some peace and quiet. Come with me for a minute.
- Huh? - Come on for a minute.
Okay.
That's it. Right.
Yes.
Okay, okay, okay, okay. 'Kay, 'kay, 'kay, 'kay.
- Two, please. - Oh, there you go.
Oh, here.
Alys, one or two, babes?
Be careful. They're hot.
To you, boy.
Ooh!
How was your maths test today, Meg?
8 out of 10.
Really? Oh, good girl. Well done.
- Tell her. - No.
Mam, Alys has got something to tell you.
We think Dad had a funny phone call this morning.
What do you mean funny, darling? What did he say?
Not much.
Alys, did you hear anything?
Babes, your mother-in-law's just turned up.
- Mummy talking to you. - Shall I let her in?
Yeah.
Yes, please.
Oh, hiya, Marion. Terry.
Come on, Alys. You don't miss a trick.
It's nothing, okay?
I don't even know why she said it.
Megan?
He went all white like he was going to be sick.
He's fine. I know he is.
Alys.
Rhodri!
Mam, look what he's done.
Nice one, Rhodri.
"Henry placed the chick in its nest.
'Back where you belong.'
'You saved me, ' cried the chick.
Henry smiled.
'And you've helped...
- cure my fear of heights.'" - "Cure my fear of heights."
Will he be back tomorrow?
I'm sure he will.
Mm, that reminds me... Thursday.
P.E. We forgot your trainers last week, didn't we?
I won't forget.
Don't you worry about a thing.
- Okay. - Everything's going to be fine.
No more worrying.
Okay. Night-night.
Night.
Come on.
Night-night.
People don't just go missing.
Even I know that.
Your Dad is the most...
He's the most...
...kindest man.
And the best daddy I know.
And he will be back.
Okay, my little darling?
Come on, let's get you to bed.
I can go myself.
Want me to tuck you in?
I'm 9 now, Mam.
- Want me to tuck you in? - No.
Well, I don't think that's good enough, Terry.
He's not just someone. He is a solicitor.
Are they okay?
Right, babes.
Do you want me to get rid of these losers?
That sister-in-law of yours, I can't even believe
that she and Evan came from the same womb.
I'll handle them.
I have heard that they're sleeping in separate beds.
- What? - According to Eira.
Every marriage has its ups and downs, Faith.
Even Terry and me.
Uh, he's had his share of disappointments.
But we've weathered them.
We're all family, Faith. We all love Evan.
And we have a right to know.
I expect that'll be our sex therapist now,
if you'll excuse me.
Faith, bloody brilliant, that's what you are, man.
Please not now.
All right, din-dins, eh? Lovely.
Hey, I heard about Evan. Crazy, isn't it?
Just daft, isn't he?
I'll put a word out on the street, all right?
Anytime you want a babysitter, just let me know.
I know who not to call. Now, good night.
Night-night.
No, actually... actually can you all just leave now, please?
Yeah, I think that's a very good idea, actually.
Now, you will ring if you hear anything, okay?
Good night.
The, uh, missing-persons report gets filed first thing.
So as soon as the 24 hours are up, they'll be straight on it.
- All right? - Okay, thanks, Terry.
Oh, and if you do fancy doing the pub quiz, you know...
Terry.
Right. Do you want me to stay, keep you company?
No, I just need a little bit of time on my own, darling.
That's all, but thank you.
Okay. Stay strong, will ya?
And, hey, I love you.
I love you, too.
Do you know... Do you know what I would do, though, babes?
I would go through all his stuff.
I mean, well, everyone's got secrets, don't they?
- Night, babes. - Good night.
Ah!
Fenton?
Alec Fenton?
What the fuck's going on here, Evan?
Hello?
Faith? Hello, love. It's Gareth Taxi.
Gareth.
Hi. Uh... Sorry, I'm...
He's not back, then?
You've heard?
Yeah, I saw something on Facebook, yeah.
Uh...
Yeah, he left for work this morning, and, um...
And he never arrived.
Well, I saw his car parked up just an hour ago.
What?
Where? Where?
At Tom's Carvery, out where the docks are...
Are you sure it's his car, Gareth?
Are you sure? Are you positive it's his car?
I-I sold it to him, remember?
Thank you. Okay. Thank you very much.
Thank you, Gareth.
I need to go get dressed.
Hey.
Be safe.
Mam?
Mam, are you there?
Dad?
Evan?
Evan, it's Faith.
Evan?!
♪ Gave you all that you needed ♪
♪ You cut, but I'm bleeding ♪
♪ And all of my strength ♪
♪ I gave to you ♪
♪ I love completely ♪
♪ You lose, then you leave me ♪
♪ And all of my hope ♪
♪ I left with you, too ♪
♪ But I gave my heart whole, I did ♪
♪ I gave my heart ♪
♪ And although it's lost ♪
♪ It is still beating ♪
♪ And I gave my whole soul, I did ♪
♪ I gave my soul ♪
♪ And although I'm broken ♪
♪ I am still breathing ♪
♪ I will sleep through the moments ♪
♪ All the moments you've stolen ♪
♪ All for my love ♪
♪ I'll learn the truth ♪
♪ I am still breathing ♪