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# O Myfanwy
# I haeddu gwg dy
# Ddwyrudd hardd? #
Touch more salt, I reckon.
PHONE RINGS
Hello.
Dafydd, where are you? You're supposed to be here.
I'm taking the day off.
But you can't.
Mr Nelson was very clear - no holiday time while he's away.
Fine. I'm working from home, then.
But the McArthur presentation has
been moved to today, you can't have forgotten.
Of course, I haven't.
I've spent hours working on it.
Well, then, you can't miss it.
If Mr Nelson can go swanning off on
his holidays when we're allegedly
snowed under, I can take a day off for St David's Day.
Dafydd, please, today isn't even March the 1st.
It's not my fault I had flu on the day itself.
And it's not my fault that they pushed back the presentation
or it clashes with Mr Nelson's cheap package.
And if your government had granted the Welsh request for St David's Day
be a Bank Holiday.... Oh, Dafydd, come on!
I know how you feel about all this
but you have to admit, it is a good thing that Mr Nelson is trusting us
to deal with the McArthur presentation without him.
This is a chance for us to show him what we can do.
And you should seize it.
What? You go ahead without me.
You're the driving force, you're the one who knows what they're doing.
You'll be fine. You'll be better on your own.
You're the one the clients all love, though, Dafydd! Please!
HE GROANS
Look what she's made me go and do now!
Acts like I'm flaming indispensable!
My head could be falling off, she'd still want me to come in.
DIAL TONE
Dafydd?
So, if you could book another
appointment in about a week's time, I'll see you then.
Thank you. Thank you.
Jun, hi.
Good to see you. You too.
How are things? You seemed to really enjoy the dads' group.
I did, thanks. Uh...
I'm not usually much of a mixer but I felt totally at ease.
Especially with Damien.
I didn't realise how much
I needed to talk to another dad.
Well, it's good that you found someone you click with, you know,
that's what it's all about.
My wife and I had a bet that I'd
come home not having spoken to anyone.
She was glad to be wrong for a change.
So, you're on speaking terms, then?
That's a step in the right direction at least. Sorry?
You know, with everything.
I didn't realise there was any contact at all.
You'd hope there would be with baby number three on the way.
We're expecting next month, that's why I'm here.
We've got an appointment with Ruhma.
Oh, right.
Why would you think we weren't speaking?
Ignore me, I must have misunderstood.
Misunderstood what?
Nothing, just something Damien mentioned.
But, look, I probably got the wrong end of the stick.
Damien was talking about me and my wife?
Honestly, just forget I said anything, OK?
What exactly was he saying about us?
Ah, there you are. Do you want to come on through?
Hey, Sid. Hey.
Wow, looking good.
Hey, Jun.
I'm only here because of an overzealous colleague.
Jobsworth - sounds harsh, but if the Het Gymreig fits.
I'm sorry, I'm not following.
I need a sick note.
Are you sick?
Sick of our heritage and traditions
being belittled, discounted.
I'm sure, as a fellow Welshman, you understand.
I'm supposed to be celebrating St David's Day today.
Ah, well, today isn't... Yeah, I mean, no, I know, I'm a bit
behind, I had flu on the day.
Did you have a good one yourself?
Erm, it just kind of passed me by, to be honest.
I'd usually mark it but I'm out of the habit.
Oh, that's terrible.
It's terrible.
And that's what happens, see?
We come to England and the culture dies.
I tell you what, why don't you come and mark it with me?
You'll be more than welcome.
A fair exchange for the sick note, eh?
Well, look, if it's only one day you're after,
then you don't actually need a sick note, you can self-certify.
No, I've got to have evidence. See, this colleague...
I can't just say you're sick for no reason.
But I see here that you passed up on
the free health check we offered.
Ah, yes, I've been a bit busy, you see.
So, I can give you a look over while you're here?
Yeah, I get you, doctor.
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
No, I really do mean just a check-up.
Of course, and if you happen to come across something that requires a
speedy intake of Welsh cakes...
Yeah, well, you make sure you look after her, Jun.
Ah... Oh!
Sorry. Listen, I think I may have
put my foot in it with Jun earlier.
OK, cos, erm...
..he did seem a bit on edge.
Look, I didn't know they were expecting.
In fact, I thought he and his wife were estranged.
OK, why would you think that?
Damien. He said some stuff about their set-up.
And a pack of lies, it turns out.
Are you sure that he wasn't
talking about somebody else?
That is a strange thing to make up.
Yes, I am sure. And Jun did not seem pleased about it.
Well, you wouldn't, would you, Sid? Right.
I'm going to have to have a word with Damien
and tell him he can not go around
gossiping about people's private lives.
Thank you. That's a good idea.
OK, that's weird. What?
There are no patient records for him. Let me see.
That doesn't make any sense.
The dads' group is a Mill-only initiative.
So, if he's not registered here,
how did he know about it?
Word of mouth?
No, no, that...
I should have checked.
Well, there's no harm done, is there? Maybe, but just...
OK, something...something doesn't seem right.
I don't know what your game is but I
don't appreciate you spreading lies about me and my wife.
What? Sid told me that you'd said some
bull about how we were estranged or something.
Sid's got the wrong end of the stick.
So you didn't say we weren't speaking?
I said that me and you were both short of people to talk to.
And we are, aren't we? That's why I'm here. What?
We'd arranged to go for that drink, right? And then you mentioned that
you had an appointment here, so I just thought...
Are you following me? No, I'm not following you, I'm just...
You're tapped, mate. Is everything all right out here?
No, it isn't.
I was coming to your group to make a connection
and instead I've got some mad stalker, spreading lies.
You're twisting things now. OK, let's calm down.
Maybe you could come inside for a chat. No, get off me!
I've not done anything. Hey! Leave me alone!
And stay away, freak!
This pulsing sensation in your
abdomen, how long have you had it?
Oh, I couldn't tell you.
It doesn't bother me, to be honest.
There's also the pain in your back,
and your blood pressure is a little high. I'll lay off the cakes.
After today, that is.
Any other symptoms you've noticed?
Ah, you know, not much.
Erm, that nasty flu I mentioned.
But a bloke my age, I'm bound to be falling to bits.
Dafydd, is there a reason why you didn't come in to speak to us about
this sooner? Well, when it's just you,
you think maybe it's in your head.
Old bloke, only your own company of an evening,
you're bound to feel a bit off every now and again.
I don't like to moan.
Well, I'm concerned about some of the symptoms.
They could indicate an abdominal aortic aneurysm.
So you're saying I'm getting a sick note?
I knew I had good feeling about you, Doctor.
No, you don't understand.
If I'm right and this is an aneurysm,
there's a risk it could rupture.
You're saying this is serious?
It could be, yeah. You need to go to the hospital,
get it checked out properly.
Hoo! Oh!
There you are. You ready to shop till we drop?
As I'll ever be. Oh, come on, are you not a teeny bit excited?
If I ever become the kind of person that gets excited by upholstery,
then they can put me out to pasture.
Well, in that case, I'm even more
grateful that you deigned to join me.
And as a special thank-you,
something to look forward to tonight.
Juno Birch? Yeah.
How did you manage to swing these?
I have my ways.
I've been wanting to see her in the flesh for ages.
Why don't we ditch the shopping and make a day of it,
enjoy the bright lights of the city?
Absolutely not.
You can't tell me you wouldn't prefer a nice leisurely lunch to an
afternoon of traipsing around,
fingering soft furnishings.
You stop it.
There is no such thing as a boring day trip,
only boring day-trippers.
OK? So, stop being such a grump.
Let's make this fun.
"Make this fun," you say?
I'm not sure I like that look.
I'm just saying, be careful what you wish for.
Great. Thank you.
OK, bye, bye.
Right, so the ambulance is on its way.
Sorry, I'm just a bit...
Hospital, today, now?
Is it really necessary?
I can't be sure how high the risk of rupture is.
We may only have a short window to be able to treat it.
The hospital will confirm if you need surgery.
Surgery?
I know it's a lot to take in, sorry.
Is there anyone I can call for you? No, no, no, they're all miles away,
living their own lives. Back home? Swansea, is it?
Not far off, Llanmadoc.
I was the only one ever daft enough to leave.
I was chasing a girl. Daft young thing that I was.
We moved here to be near her mum and dad.
I used to wake up and I'd be talking Welsh
and she'd say, "You're talking that gibberish in your sleep again."
That should've been the first sign she wasn't the one.
By the time we went our separate ways,
everyone back home had settled.
And I just couldn't just go back with my tail between my legs.
Is there no-one local I can call for you? A friend?
Oh, no, yeah, I should probably phone Mel in work.
Not for my sake, mind, but we've got this flaming presentation.
She will not be happy with me missing it.
Mel? Is this the overzealous jobsworth you were telling me about?
Yeah, don't get me wrong, she's a nice girl, she's lovely,
but work is her world and she can't
understand it when it isn't everybody else's.
I tell you what, can we call her now,
while we're together, for a bit of backup, like?
I don't think anyone could begrudge you being off in the circumstances.
Yeah, you don't know Mel.
PHONE RINGS
Dafydd. Mel.
Please, tell me you are on your way.
Well, actually, I'm at the Campus Surgery.
What are you talking about?
If this is some silly scheme...
It isn't.
Look, it could be serious.
I've got to go to the hospital.
An aronic aneurysm or something, the doctor's saying.
Dafydd, stop, you shouldn't joke about things like that!
I'm not!
Here, you speak to her. You heard her.
Uh, hi, I'm Doctor Clay.
Oh, are you now?
Of where, exactly?
Erm, Letherbridge, actually.
Look, I'm really sorry, Dafydd really isn't well enough to come in
this afternoon. OK? Look, I'll pass you back.
There we are. Happy now?
No, Dafydd, I'm really not.
Huh!
Luca, what are you doing?
I thought it was going to be like a trampoline
but it's actually a bit like tarmac. That's a hard pass. Huh!
Oh, now, this...
..this is like a cloud. Come on.
AMERICAN ACCENT: Come on in, the water's lovely.
Yeah, I can see it from here, thanks. Jamie.
Come on, come on!
Oh, yeah, that is nice, actually.
What did I tell you? Just right.
Mind you, you've got to sleep
with one eye open.
Oh! Ow!
Right, that is it. No! Jamie...
Do not... Jamie, stop!
Oh.
The big, bad bear doesn't look too happy.
Right, well, I don't know what to say.
Just cos he's not available, it doesn't mean he's not real.
Is everything OK here?
Oh, look, here he is.
Unless this is some kind of hallucination.
I'm sorry?
This lady does not believe that you are real.
Probably doesn't think the people she's disturbing are either.
Doctor Jimmi Clay?
You're real? I mean, you're really a doctor?
Yeah, the last time I checked. Oh, my gosh.
I am so, so sorry.
Can I help you?
I thought it was just Dafydd mucking about.
And then when I heard your accent....
Well, they let anyone be a doctor these days, even the Welsh.
Oh, I'm so embarrassed.
So this means Dafydd really is ill?
This aneurysm thing -
he really is in hospital?
Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Hey, any word from Jun?
No.
I keep expecting a call with a formal complaint.
I mean, after all, he wouldn't have met Damien, would he ,
if it wasn't for the dads' group? Should we pre-empt it?
Let Bear know we've got a potential issue with a couple of our patients?
Except he isn't a registered patient here, is he?
I can't help think maybe Jun is right.
You know, what if he is a stalker of some kind,
he's trying to access vulnerable parents,
or even worse, their children?
No, hang on. Don't get me wrong, his behaviour is off,
but there's no evidence of that, is there?
Maybe not but is that something you want to take a chance about?
Could it...? Maybe... Yeah, right, when I've got a minute, I'm going to
ring the parenting groups in Letherbridge,
I'm going to just give them a heads-up.
Do you want a drink?
Er, yeah, coffee, please.
Hi, it's Mel from WX Recruitment.
Yeah, I'm sorry to do this at such short notice
but we're going to have to cancel this afternoon's presentation.
No, I know.
But something important has come up.
PARENTS CHATTER
Is this the new parents' group? Yeah, yeah.
Oh, hiya, sorry I'm so late. Oh, that's no problem.
You know what it's like, getting out
the house with little ones running around. Yeah.
Take a seat. So good to be here. Hiya, I'm Tom.
Nice to meet you.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
Hi, could I speak to Doctor Clay, please?
I came in before.
Mm.
Yeah, that's me.
Look, I'm so sorry about that but my friend's been rushed to hospital.
If I could just have a quick word with Doctor Clay.
Jimmi, it's that mad woman from earlier.
Do you want me to tell her that you've gone home?
Er, no, it's OK, go on, I'll talk to her.
Hello?
Doctor Clay, it's Mel - Dafydd's colleague.
We met earlier.
Yes, I remember.
I really am sorry.
That's fine, I'm choosing to take it as a compliment.
Good, because I was hoping you
could help me with something.
Well, actually, I'm about to go home,
so I could see if one of my colleagues is available for you.
It's not actually a medical matter.
Oh?
It is important, though, to me anyway, and to Dafydd.
I really think you're the right person to help.
I need a Welsh consultant, you see.
A Welsh consultant?
I'm so glad you came, thank you.
Wow, what happened here?
Dafydd was throwing himself a little party,
he does it every year.
Yeah, he invited me already, actually.
Oh, that's nice.
It's just I wasn't expecting this...much.
I thought, if he can't be here for it,
we could take the party to him at the hospital.
OK. And what's that?
I was attempting Welsh cakes.
Ah. Right. Well, listen, if they operate today,
then he's probably going to be nil by mouth, and if they don't operate
today, well, they look like they'll kill him anyway.
Sorry. Have you baked much before?
Does it not look right?
Well, there must be a bakestone somewhere, so... A what?
Erm, a bakestone. Yes, this. This is it.
I was wondering what that was.
I thought it was some kind of tray.
I tell you what, listen, why don't you let me?
Thanks for doing this.
I was worried I'd be culturally insensitive on my own,
put my foot in it. I always seem to when I'm with Dafydd.
I can't see you being that offensive.
It's important, though, isn't it?
Where you come from. It is to Dafydd.
You know, he's lucky to have as a friend. Hardly.
Guilting him into work when he's so ill he might end up
in an operating theatre? Yeah, well, you weren't to know.
Besides, I kind of get the impression that he's, erm,
not really the type of asking for help, he's more the type to put on
a big show of acting fine, you know?
It wouldn't be me he turned to anyway. I'm just a colleague.
That's how he sees me.
Someone who nags him over paperwork, that's all. Hm.
You want to be more?
Shall we have some music, put us in the mood?
WELSH HYMN PLAYS
Dafydd loves this one, he's always singing it.
It reminds me of school assemblies.
Everyone trying to remember the right words in Welsh and failing.
Maybe something else.
MUSIC: It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones
Oh, there you go, yes.
Yeah, I can get into that.
I could roll to that.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, it's nice, really nice.
I'm thinking lazy Sunday mornings,
lying in bed, catching up on all the trashy TV we missed when we were
out the night before.
You bringing me my breakfast.
Hold on, so I'm the butler in this scenario, am I?
I'll let you hop in for a bit of toast, if you're lucky.
I'm not a breakfast-in-bed person.
Crumbs in your creases - no, thank you.
Just a nice coffee, then.
You and me with the Sunday papers,
pretending to be civilised.
You can picture it, can't you?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I can, yeah.
This is it, then.
Oh, 20-year guarantee on this mattress.
That's practically a lifetime.
Us in our old-man pyjamas,
telling the dog off for jumping up with his paws.
I mean, it's pricey but...
..it's worth splashing out for, eh?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah, I mean, if you want it, get it.
Luca?
Excuse me, can we get some help, please?
Where are you going?
Uh, I'm just going to look at the scatter cushions.
Do you get back home often?
Er, no, not really.
I do miss it, though.
It sounds beautiful, the way Dafydd describes it.
He lights up every time he talks about home.
The mountains and the greenery,
every kitchen a campfire to tell stories around,
every pub a concert hall.
He makes it all sound so special.
It can be breathtaking in parts of it, yeah.
Have you never been?
I'd like to, one day.
But work gets so busy and...
And only with the right tour guide, right?
Right.
Let's go and surprise Dafydd, shall we?
So, you didn't get your scatter cushions, then?
No, I was just browsing.
It just seemed pretty urgent, the way you hurried off.
Ah, I was just done with all the bed-shopping.
I mean, it's not a problem, is it? Cos it's your bed.
Look, if I crossed a line, talking about the future like that...
We were just messing around.
Yeah, but all that stuff about 20-year guarantees,
if I freaked you out, you can tell me.
You're making a big deal out of nothing.
But things are moving too fast for you, aren't they?
Was it my mum? I know she came on a bit strong. Look...
I've said it's nothing. If anything's a bit much, it's you
just going on and on about it. Yeah, I just want us to be able to
talk about things, that's all, be open with each other.
But there's nothing to talk about.
Right, fine. I'm sorry.
I'm probably just overthinking it. Yeah, you are.
OK.
So, let's forget it.
Erm, let's just go out and have some fun tonight.
I'm actually not really in the mood any more.
What? I think I'm just tired from all the traipsing around,
but I'm sure you've got another mate you can go with.
Yeah, but...
Yeah, um, I'll...I'll catch you...
..I'll catch you soon, OK?
Mel. Doctor Clay. What are you doing here?
We can go, if you're not up to visitors.
No, no, no, it's good to see some friendly faces.
Unless you want to go over the McArthur presentation.
It isn't work. Mel's got something for you.
For me? From both of us, really.
A little St David's Day surprise.
I know it's not the same as actually being home...
This is incredible.
And there was you making out St David's Day was nothing to you.
This is sensational.
This is all Mel.
Joint effort. I was making a right pig's ear of it all until
Doctor Clay came along to help. You should have seen my Welsh cakes.
Oh, have they said whether you can eat yet? Oh, not yet,
I'm still waiting on the surgery.
I can smell them, though.
Oh, it's the food of the Gods!
I remember my nan baking them every St David's Day.
Yeah, mine too.
My sisters dressed all traditional,
and the kitchen smelling of home.
And that feeling that you were part of something,
that you belonged to something.
I took it for granted at the time.
But that connection, it's hard to find.
Tell me again, where are your family from? I should leave you two
Welshmen to it. No, no, you can't do that.
Oh, my inbox is bursting.
I'll see you when you're back in work.
Definition of a workaholic, that one.
We've been working on this big presentation together.
She was coming over almost every evening, not that I mind.
Being an old codger like me, I had nothing else on.
But a bright, young woman like that,
you think she'd have better ways to spend an evening.
Maybe spending time with you was her better thing to do.
How do you mean?
Come on, she did all this for you.
What, you don't really think...?
Me?
You still here?
Oh, no taxis.
I don't mind waiting, I'm not in a hurry.
Maybe it's a sign you should go back inside.
Dafydd probably needs his rest.
Definitely won't want me bothering him.
Well, actually, I think it would make his day.
Mel?
Doctor Clay thought you might like some company.
Yeah, I really would.
You probably... I just wanted to...
You go.
I just wanted to say thank you...
..for all this, and...
..making today so special.
I know it's not like being at home with all your mates.
Letherbridge or Llanmadoc,
there is not another soul who'd do something like this for me.
That can't be true. I think it is.
Thank you.
Croeso.
You speak Welsh?
No, I've just been learning a little bit.
Just in case I ever have cause to go there.
Hey, I just wanted to check we were
still good, after earlier.
Er, give me a call, yeah?
LOUD DANCE MUSIC
He's still there.
Who?
That guy, he's been there for, like, half an hour.
He's probably waiting for someone.
Mm, something dodgy about him.
Misunderstandings seem to follow you around, don't they?
I don't follow.
What are you doing here?
That's none of your business.
Oh, I think it is.
You freaked out and disappeared,
and I haven't heard from you since.