All language subtitles for The.Indian.Doctor.S01E05.WEBRip.x264-ION10

According to Elwyn,
Sharpe has been breaking

every safety regulation there is

and has been for years.

The coal dust in the mine

is worse than anyone
ever remembers.

Well, the first thing
is to find out exactly

how many miners have got
lung disease and how bad it is.

How?

(Prem)
Simple. Chest x-rays.

I don't want anyone
going near that van, understand?

Not one miner
gets his chest x-rayed.

What am I supposed to tell them?

Tell 'em it was my idea.

- Then they'll be against it.
- Exactly.

There's only one reason
why Dr. Sharma brought

that x-ray van to our village.

To help you, all of you.

He's not a company doctor.

We should go.

Leave the village?

(Richard)
'Griffiths!'

I told you to get Elwyn's diary.

And I'll get it.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

You might have won
last year, Ceri Joseph

but I think my little sweetheart

may have a surprise or two
for you tomorrow.

You say this every year,
but you never win.

- I do.
- Unless you cheat.

Don't you start all that.

It's not me, you started.

[music continues]

Ah!

[sheep bleating]

[indistinct chatter]

(Gina)
Mr. Griffiths, you alright?

Have you seen my boy?

- Dan? No.
- Uh..

He's-he's not
with Missus, uh, Sharma?

I don't know.
Why? Is something wrong?

He's-he's disappeared.

He's always disappearing.
That's what he does.

No, this is different.
He hasn't gone like this before.

Well, is he in trouble?

I have to find him.

If you see him..

...tell me.

Youare looking

at the new area manager
for Nottingham.

- Your promotion?
- It's official.

Oh, Dickie!

I can't believe
we're finally gonna

get out of this
miserable little village.

Ha ha!

What about Sharma's x-rays?

They're not gonna cause
a problem, are they?

No, the poor fool
who succeeds me

will have to deal with them.

- And that silly diary.
- Mm-hmm.

The diary, yes. A little bit
of unfinished business there

but that's in hand, I think.

I think today looks set
to be rather splendid.

[laughing]

- Dickie?
- What?

Seeing as you're
a big area manager now

why don't we celebrate?

- What are you after?
- Nothing.

I just thought we'd go upstairs.
Maybe fool around a little.

Sylvia, it's first thing
in the morning.

So?

Y-yes, I haven't got time
for this nonsense.

You never have time.

I have to go to work.

And you never want
to go upstairs.

Why can't you just admit
you've got a problem?

It's nothing
to be ashamed of, Dickie.

Dr. Sharma says it happens
to lots of men!

[dramatic music]

What?

It's normal.

And there are things you can do.

You told Sharma?

It just sort of...slipped out.

You told that Indian..

...what goes on in our bedroom?

Nothing goes on in our bedroom.

How dare you discuss
my private life?

Sorry.

Who do you think
you are, Sylvia?

Please, I said I'm sorry.

You will be.

If you mention this..

...ever again toanybody..

...you'll be
on the street so fast

your feet won't touch
the ground.

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

- Mornin'.
- Good morning, Gina.

It's good
about the miners, isn't it?

- What is?
- Having their x-rays done.

Didn't you know?

Megan Evans went down
the pub last night

had a good old shout at them.

She marched them all up
to the x-ray van.

- All of them?
- I think so.

Glad I wasn't there. You do not
want to see her bad side.

I can imagine.
Gina, have a seat.

Your results have come back.

I'm pregnant, aren't I?

According to the tests, yes.

Have you told anyone?

You're going to have to,
you know?

I know.

You should tell
your grandmother.

- I can't. She'll kick me out.
- I'm sure she won't.

Well, that's why
she kicked my mother out

'cause she got pregnant with me.

I don't know where I'll go.

I can still keep my job,
can't I?

It won't be up to me,
I'm afraid.

- 'Why not?'
- I won't be here.

Mrs. Sharma and I
are going back to India.

Oh, it's you.
What are you doing here?

My son's disappeared.

When did you last see him?

Uh, last night.
This morning, uh..

You're drunk, aren't you?
You are a father.

There are plenty of people
who would give anything

'to have children.'

What's, uh, going on?

- 'Uh, Dan's gone.'
- 'He's run away.'

[exhales] I thought he
might have come to you.

Why?

He talks about your missus..

...Mrs. Sharma.

I've looked everywhere, doctor.

Have you been to the police?

- No.
- Why not?

I can't.

Owen, if you and Dan
are in some kind of trouble

then we can try to help you.

But you have to tell us
what happened.

Why don't you step
into my office?

Come.

- Tom?
- What do you want?

I thought we could talk.

About?

Not here. My nan..

- Do you wanna go somewhere?
- I can't.

Just for a minute.

- I'm working.
- Well, when you finish.

No, I have to meet
someone in Ponty.

- Oh.
- A man from London.

What? About your singing?

'Probably won't come
to anything.'

- Well, can I come with you?
- No.

[engine starts]

It wouldn't look right.

It's been hard
bringing up Dan on my own

and working too.

And have a pint
and a game of cards.

[sighs]

That's how it started.

But it got out of hand.
I've no idea how I lost so much.

I do. I've seen you play.

[scoffs]

Whatever you tell me in here
is strictly confidential.

Alright.

There's a..

...there's a welfare fund
for the miners.

I borrowed some money
from the fund to pay my debts.

'And?'

I meant to pay it back.
Honestly.

But I kept falling behind
with the rent

and Dan needed things and..

I see.

And then...Sharpe found out.

He's blackmailing you?

He wants me
to give him the diary.

[sighs]
And if I don't, he'll ruin me.

You have Dr. Elwyn's diary?

Megan showed it to me.

- And I took it.
- You stole it?

Sharpe forced me and..

- 'He doesn't own you.'
- Oh, he does.

Owen, do you realize
how important that diary is?

It's the one thing
that can stop Sharpe

putting more lives at risk.

If he's blackmailing you,
it'll never stop.

You have to stand up to him.

'Where's the diary now?'

I don't know.

I had a lot to drink..

...I woke up, it was gone.

[sheep bleating]

Gina, are you alright?

Not really.

Why? What's wrong?

Is Tom avoidin' me?

No, I don't think so.

Has he said anything about us?

You need to speak to him, Gina.

I can't.

This is the worst day
of my life.

It can't be that bad.

It is.

I've lost my job,
my boyfriend won't talk to me.

You-you've lost your job?

No, but I will.

When Dr. Sharma goes.

What? Where's he goin'?

Back to India.

Megan? Where do you want
the rest of the stalls?

[rock and roll music]

Goddess costs a bit more
than the others

but it's worth it.

Hmm.

My granddaughter swears by it.

- And it's good for greasy hair?
- She says it is.

Lots of body?

Plenty of bounce?

Oh, yes. All the girls love it.

I've only got a couple
of bottles left.

[bell rings]

I'll take 'em both.

[coins clink]

What can I do for you,
Mr. Joseph?

Well, I'm hoping
you can help me, Mrs. Davies.

I'm looking
for a very good shampoo.

Uh, somethin'..

...a bit special,
if you know what I mean.

How funny.
So was Mr. Dawkins.

He's just taken my last
two bottles of Goddess.

- Has he?
- Yes, just now.

- I could order some in for you?
- Uh, no.

No, no. No.

Would you like somethin' else?

No.

That's fine.

Thank you.

- Busy?
- Just doing some paperwork.

Did you hear about the miners
getting their x-rays?

Yes, well done.
You succeeded where I failed.

We succeeded. It was your idea.

They didn't take my word for it.

I saw Owen Griffiths.

Oh?

He was looking for Dan.

Oh, there's nothing new
there then.

Why did you show him the diary?

Because I thought that he should
know what Sharpe is really like.

Sharpe asked him to steal it.

Oh.

He says he's lost it,
but for all I know

he's probably already
given it to Sharpe.

But we will have
the x-ray results back

in a couple of weeks.

And they will probably tell us

that some of the miners
have lung disease.

But it's the diary
that links it all to Sharpe.

Without the diary,
Sharpe gets away scot-free.

- I'm sure we can get--
- Megan.

It's not my fight. It never was.

It's yours, the miners,
the villagers

not some Indian doctor who
happened to be passing through.

Is that why you're leaving?

No.

But it's made me realize
that we just don't fit in here.

Maybe we don't belong here.

Not everyone feels like that.

Seems that way.

I don't.

Oh, Mrs. Sharma.

I was just telling Mrs. Evans
that we'll be leaving

by the end of the week.

Then you'll get
the doctor you deserve.

I hope you come to the fete.

You might find more friends
there than you realize.

Now, goodbye.

[door closes]

What's she doing here?

She just came to tell me
that all the miners

have had their x-rays taken.

Good. Then the next doctor
can deal with the results.

It's not our problem anymore.

Where are you going?

I think I know where
to find Dan Griffiths.

- 'Where?'
- I can't tell you.

I promised the boy
I wouldn't tell anyone.

Besides, if you came with me,
it might scare him off.

[door closes]

- Move a bit over there.
- I know.

Just do it, man.

Oh, Megan!

- Megan, he's at it again.
- What?

That Emlyn Dawkins,
he's cheating.

- He does it every year.
- Ceri, I don't care.

Yeah. But, well,
it's not a fair contest.

It's a beauty contest, Ceri.
It doesn't matter.

- It matters to me.
- Well, it doesn't matter to me.

There are more important things
in life than this stupid fete.

(Kamini)
Dan?

Dan?

Dan?

- 'You can't have that.'
- Oh!

You scared the life out of me.

Give it to me.

You look awful.

- Are you alright? Come here.
- No, I mean it.

Everyone's worried sick
about you.

You're freezing.

Have you read that?

You know I can't read

somethingthisdifficult.

- You took it though.
- So Mr. Sharpe can't have it.

I hate him.
He spoils everythin'.

Come on, let me take you home.

To my house.

I wish you was my mam.

Dr. Sharma says
it might be a while

before we get another doctor.

Apparently, there's
a real shortage.

I'll be out of a job
if we don't get a new one.

[sighs]

And what makes you think
you'll have a job

even if we do get a new doctor?

I know that job
like the back of my hands, nan.

How long do you think you can
carry on working with that?

What?

Were you ever going to tell me

or did you think
I wouldn't notice?

I wasn't born yesterday, Gina.

Have you thought what you're
gonna do when thisbaby comes?

How you're gonna get by?
Where you're going to live?

Are you gonna kick me out?

Can you think of any reason
why I shouldn't?

[rock and roll music]

Right then, Dilys..

[sheep bleating]

Alright, we'll show them,
won't we?

Yes, let's show them, Dilys.
Time to show them.

Yes! Well, you're a good girl,
aren't you?

Go up. I'll be there
in a minute.

What's going on?

I told him he could stay.

I couldn't leave him
where he was.

- Why didn't you take him home?
- He won't go home.

- We're not his parents.
- So?

- And we're leaving.
- Not tonight, we're not.

Emlyn Dawkins thinks
he's so clever takin'

that last bottle of shampoo.

[laughs]

But there's more
than one way to skin a cat.

Oh, yes.

Now then, Gladys..

Let's make you look beautiful.

[singing in Welsh]

(Richard) 'Well, I'm sorry
to hear you're leaving.'

- I'm sure you'll be missed.
- Perhaps.

As it happens, I'm leaving
myself in a few days.

I've been promoted
to area manager.

Perhaps we should make
a joint announcement

at the fete tomorrow?

No, I don't think
we'll be doing that.

Is there anything else
you wanted?

No. Right.

One more thing.

Will you be passing
Dr. Elwyn's diary

on to your successor?

That's not my decision.

Oh, yes.

Megan Evans has it.

Or does she?

I wouldn't know.

Oh, dear.

Do I take it
that that whole situation

is becoming a bit tricky?

- Situation?
- Is that why you're leaving?

Did Mrs. Sharma find out

about your bit of crumpet?

My what?

Or has Mrs. Evans tired

of her little exotic fling?

I think you'd better leave.

Perhaps she's realized
how disgusted

people are with her behavior.

And yours.

Mr. Sharpe, as a doctor,
it's my duty to uphold

the well-being of every
single person in this village

but I'm pretty sure
it doesn't apply

to a cockroach such as yourself.

Do you think your silly
little insults bother me?

Probably not.

But I wonder
if being exposed for theft

perjury and who knows,
manslaughter

might wipe that smile
from your face.

I'd be very careful
what you say..

...doctor.

This is Britain.
Our laws require proof

and unless
I'm very much mistaken

without that diary,
you have no proof

and without proof,
you have nothing.

You are an immoral,
corrupt little man, Mr. Sharpe.

And sooner or later,
itwillcatch up with you.

Well, that's a possibility.

But I'm afraid
you're missing one vital factor.

I don't care.

Godspeed with your packing.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[piano music]

- Where did you get this?
- From Dan.

- Have you read this?
- Yes.

I never trusted Sharpe,
but this.

He's getting away with murder.

It's a disgrace.

The whole world should know
what he's been up to.

Come, let's-let's
not disturb him.

What did you just say?

I didn't want to disturb him.
He's exhausted.

- No, no, no. About Sharpe.
- He's a disgrace.

Everybody should know
what he's been doing.

Yes.

Yes, they should.

[instrumental music]

[sheep bleating]

- Oh.
- Oh.

- 'Yes!'
- Oh, yay!

Thank you.

Very nice.

Much better than I expected.

[all laughing]

And don't forget your tickets
for the raffle.

The more tickets you buy,
the more chances you've got.

All the money goes
to the, uh, Miner's Welfare Fund

so if you want to support
a good cause

or if you want a week

in a caravan in Porthcawl..

[all cheering]

...make sure you buy plenty
of raffle tickets.

[car honking]

Um, Mr. Sharpe?
I'd rather you didn't park--

Don't fuss, Mrs. Evans.
It's fine where it is.

No, if you just move
it round to the side.

Marvelous job you've done
organizing this.

You're becoming rather a dab
hand at organizing, aren't you?

I gather you were behind

that Bolshie little protest
the other day.

Marching all the miners up
to get their x-rays done.

- Very clever.
- I'm glad you think so.

It won't make
any difference though..

...unless you can prove
that someone is responsible.

Can you do that?

Because if you can't,
you may as well not bother.

Well, once we have
the x-ray results back

they're sent on
to the Coal Board, then we'll--

What?

What do you think
the Coal Board are going to do?

Breathing difficulties
are an occupational hazard

for coal miners.

I'll be sure to tell that
to my dead husband.

Are you sure
this is going to work?

No, but it's worth a try.

What time are you meeting him?

I said I'd be at the fete
at half past 12:00.

And you're sure
he's going to be there?

I don't know. I hope so.
You're not coming?

Yes, but I'll see you there.

I've been asked to remind you
that the refreshment tent

won't be open for the sale
of alcoholic beverages

until later this afternoon.

We don't want a repeat
of last year's fiasco.

- Why not?
- Best fun I had all year.

Not everyone shares
your enthusiasm

for a punch-up, Bryn.

I do!

As I expect some of you
will know by now

Dr. Sharma and his lovely wife

'have decided to return home
to their native land.'

'I'm sure I speak
for all of us when I say'

what a real pleasure it's been

to entertain our foreign guests.

They've brought us
a delightful splash of color

from their exotic country

and we hope that we, in turn

have given them
an instructive glimpse

of the British way of life.

But the good doctor isn't
the only one who will be leaving

the village
in the next few days.

'My good lady wife
and I are also off'

'to pastures new.'

'It's been my great honor
to serve Trefelin'

over the past five years.

And I trust that I have left
the mine and the village

in a strong andhealthystate.

The mine may be healthy,
but the miners aren't.

And today is the perfect time
for us all to come together

as a community
and bury the hatchet..

I know where I'd like
to bury it.

(Richard)
'...let's all enjoy the day.'

Dr. Sharma?

Dafydd Lewis,
Uh, "Pontypridd Observer."

- We spoke on the phone.
- Oh, yes. Thank you for coming.

How could I help?

There's something
you should read.

Come with me, please.

...the Trefelin
annual summer fete..

...open.

[all applauding]

Where'd you learn
to cook this?

I just picked it up.
It's not that hard really.

Basically, it's just a cawl.

You can get everything
you need for this in my shop.

Apart from one
or two swanky spices.

But you don't really need them.

It's much the same
with or without.

Pop in to the shop sometime,
I'll give you the recipe.

I would.

[speaking Welsh]

Oh.

Megan's doing a fabulous job
organizing this fete.

Shame she can't organize
that useless stepson of hers.

Tom? He's alright.

I heard he's gonna sing
for us later.

About the only thing
he's good for.

Nan, can you just take over
for a minute?

I just don't feel well.

You should have thought
of that before, shouldn't you?

It's no good crying to me now.

You can have another helpin'
if you like.

On the house.

Where did you get this?

The, uh, previous doctor hid it
in the surgery before he died.

These are his notes?

No, a friend
translated it for me.

This is damning stuff.

If even half of this is true

then Mr. Sharpe has
a lot of explaining to do.

Then you have to publish it.

Well, it-it's not
that simple.

I need more than just this.
On its own, it's worthless.

- 'Worthless?'
- Yes.

Unless there are men willing
to come forward and confirm

what it says in here,
then it's just hearsay..

...if it's even true at all.

But why would these men lie?

People lie for all kinds
of reasons, Mrs. Sharma.

That's the first thing
you learn in my business.

'Most of the time, they don't
even know they're doin' it.'

You could find them?
Interview them?

I could try.

But there's no guarantee
they'd speak to me.

It might not be worth
all the time and effort.

You can't let Sharpe
get away with this.

You overestimate me, Dr. Sharma.

"The Observer" is just
a small paper.

And it may not be just Sharpe.

And if it isn't just him..

Look, these are powerful men
with friends in high places.

- You're frightened.
- Yes, I am.

And you should be too.

They could make life
very unpleasant for you..

...unless you can prove
what's in this diary.

What if..

...I brought you a witness?

[clears throat]

Griffiths, what do you want?

I need more time.

You haven't got more time.

Either I get
that diary today

or I let everyone know
that you're a thief.

Don't do this to me.

Stop sniveling, Griffiths,
and get on with it.

(male announcer) 'Please stand
here for tickets. The queue..'

This is your doing.

- Where's Gladys?
- Never mind Gladys.

Where's Dilys?

Well, this is something
our colonial cousins

certainly know how to do.

Really good.

In fact, I'd venture to suggest

that it's the best thing
they've ever done for us.

'Not like that awful muck
you served up'

when the Sharmas came to dinner.

Thank you, Dickie.

So nice to know
you appreciate me.

[instrumental music]

What did I say?

Mr. Joseph, go on.

[music continues]

[grunting]

Thank you for
helping today, nan.

I didn't do it for you,
I did it for the shop.

When do you want me to move out?

What?

You said you wanted me
to move out.

You don't have
to talk rubbish, Gina.

W-what do you mean?

You think you're gonna be able

to find a place of your own.

Who's gonna pay for it
while you're looking after that?

- I don't know.
- Then stop talking nonsense.

So you're not gonna kick me out?

I made that mistake once

I'm not gonna make it again.

But if you think
I'm gonna wash out nappies

get up in the night
and run around

buying endless presents,
you've got another thing coming.

I had enough of that nonsense
with you and your mother.

You won't have to,
nan, I promise.

I'll do everything.

Yes, well, you say that now.

Get off.

I still think

you're a stupid little girl

who should've known better.

(Tom)
'Is this on?'

Hello. Sorry.

You better tell him.

I can't.
I don't know what to say.

Well, think of something.
He needs to know.

- 'Even if he is useless.'
- 'I've tried.'

Just talk to him, Gina.

Try not to make
all the mistakes

your mother made.

[all cheering]

Mr. Griffiths,
it's important you understand.

Some of the things he says
in this diary are shocking.

It's amazing Sharpe was allowed

to get away with this
for so long..

...that no one's come forward--

I know what it says
in the diary.

I've seen it.

- You have?
- Yes.

Do you know any of the men

who-who talked
to the old doctor?

[whispers]
Yeah.

- Would they speak to me?
- I don't know.

What about you?

Did you know
all this was going on?

Could you give me
some details..

...back it up?

- I-I'm not sure.
- Would you put your name to it?

Mr. Lewis, would you give us
a moment alone, please?

Sure.

Even if we weren't leaving..

...you couldn't
stay here forever, Dan.

- I could come with you.
- No.

Well, why not?

Because Dr. Sharma and I
aren't your parents.

You have to go back to your dad.

I don't want you to go.

I know.

I'll never forget you,
you know?

Me neither.

I got you a little something.

Come on, let's go
and find your dad.

If I do what he asks

Sharpe will ruin me.

He's already ruining you.

Just look at yourself.

You don't know
what it's like here.

You don't know
what will happen to me.

Can it be any worse than
what's happening to you now?

You, you made a mistake.

Admit it. Pay the money back.

Accept the consequences.

The miners are my friends.

The only friends I got.

If they find out
I stole from them--

At least be a friend to them.

Come clean.

You're a miner.
A shop's steward. A socialist.

If you can't make
the right decisions

then we're all lost.

You-you-you can't ask me
to do this, doctor.

You know more
about Mahatma Gandhi

than I ever did,
Owen Griffiths.

But I do remember
one thing he said.

"Fear has its uses..

...but cowardice has none."

Just listen
to what Mr. Lewis has to say.

I'll leave
you two alone to speak.

(male announcer)
'Ladies and gentlemen.'

'Highlights
of this summer sale..'

[indistinct announcement
on speaker]

[bottles clinking]

Megan.

Prem.

Can we talk?

Yes.

I'm sorry about this morning--

No, I'm the one
who should be sorry.

For letting you down.

I-I was an idiot
for losing that diary.

- It doesn't matter.
- No, please let me have my say.

I've always been
the outsider in the village.

You're the first person
who's been there for me.

You've helped me
without judging.

You've made me feel
good about myself.

- Megan, I--
- Oh, please.

I know you have
your reasons for going

a-and that's
none of my business.

But I can't let you go
without letting you know

how much you've meant to me.

Oh, Megan.

I wouldn't have lasted
five minutes here

if it wasn't for you.

Really?

You've given me a purpose.

Reminded me of what
it felt like to be alive.

You'll miss us, you know?

I'll miss you, you know?

Please don't go.

Megan, Megan.

Oh.

Oh. Hello, doctor.

'Sorry, Megan,
everyone's looking for you.'

'It's Emlyn Dawkins
and Ceri Joseph.'

The sheep contest.

The sheep contest.

[crowd applauding]

- This is your doing, Ceri.
- No, it isn't.

Yes, it is, every year--

No, it's not.
It's your fault, it's all--

- Boys, behave.
- There you are, Megan.

Tell him he's not gonna
get away with it this year.

What do you mean not getting
it away, Emlyn D-D-Dawkins?

All over a couple of sheep.

- Argh.
- What, what?

(Richard)
'Sylvia.'

What are you doing in here?

Sylvia.

You're drunk.

I haven't even started yet.

What do you think
you're doing?

There are people out there.

Oh, "There are
people out there."

What's the matter, Dickie?

Are you afraid they'll
see your good lady wife

isn't so perfect after all?

Or maybe it's you
who isn't perfect.

- Give me that.
- No.

You're going home.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Sylvia! Sylvia!

Leave me alone.

Stop it!

Don't make me slap you, Sylvia.

[mic shrieking]

(Sylvia on the PA)
'Why would I go home with you?'

'You're not even a real man.'

'I could have had
any man in this village.'

They all wanted me.

- The rugby player.
- Shut up, Sylvia.

The miners...can't keep
their eyes off me.

The pop van boy?

'The one with the hair?'

'I had to fight him off.'

'Even the doctor fancies me.'

'Every man in this village
fancies me'

except you.

Fancy anyone calling you Dick.

That's a joke.

[all laughing]

- Need a hand, Mrs. Sharpe?
- It's not a hand she needs.

[all laughing]

Oh, come on now.
Mr. Sharpe, no hard feelings.

Steady on, Bryn.
That's a bit stiff!

Mr. Sharpe.

What would you say to
the accusation that you've been

risking men's lives to make
your mine more profitable?

And for years, have been
lying to your work force

and ignoring their safety?

You aren't seriously gonna
believe anythinghesays?

And I should remind you,
Dr. Sharma

to be more careful
with accusations

in a country in which
you area guest.

I'm not making any accusations
whatsoever, Mr. Sharpe.

I'm merely relaying
the words of my predecessor..

...Dr. Elwyn Thomas.

Elwyn was an obsessive,
senile old man

who had no idea
what was going on in my mine.

But there are men
who do, Mr. Sharpe.

Men who have
first-hand experience

of what goes on in your mine.

Who?

What men, Dr. Sharma?

You don't seem to have
much support..

...basically because
you are not one of us.

(Owen)
'I'll support him.'

Every word in that diary is true

and there's a lot more
that Elwyn didn't know.

That man is a thief
and a drunkard.

If you want to know
how much he's to be trusted

ask him where
the missing money

from the miners' benevolent
fund is?

It's true.

Do whatever you want
with me later

but don't let this...liar..

...get away with it.

I don't have to listen to you.

Then perhaps
you'd be prepared to answer

to the press, Mr. Sharpe.

Dafydd Lewis,
"Pontypridd Observer."

What do you say
to the allegations--

All this lung disease nonsense

has got nothing
to do with my mine!

They just smoke too much.

All this is a joke to you,
isn't it?

Well, it isn't to us. More men
are gonna die because of you!

Sylvia!

You don't deserve
what I did for your mine.

None of you.

Dan! Where have you been?
Come here.

Oh!

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Sometimes when you
find someone you think

you could really
be happy with..

...well, it's just not
meant to be.

[sniffles]

But I love him.

(Megan)
'I know.'

I think he loves you too
in his way.

[sniffles]

What happens if he goes away
and I never see him again?

[sniffles]

I don't know.

[all cheering]

Someone once told me that if
you want something really badly

you have to go out and get it.

Maybe they're right.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Tom singing "Heatwave"]

- Come with me.
- On stage?

- No, to London.
- I can't.

Us two, together.
Taking on the world.

Why not?
What's stopping us?

I'm pregnant.

(male #1)
'Tom, come on. Come on.'

[music continues]

♪ Whenever I'm with you ♪

♪ Something inside ♪

♪ Starts burnin'.. ♪

Care to dance?

♪ Something's got a hold on me ♪

♪ Is this the way
love's supposed to be ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ Can't keep on cryin' ♪

♪ It's tearing me apart ♪

♪ Whenever you call my name.. ♪

You'll miss him,
won't you?

- Yes.
- I'll miss all of them.

- I hope they'll be okay.
- Why wouldn't they be?

Well, if the x-ray results
are bad..

...a lot of these men
and their families

are going to suffer terribly.

I don't suppose
we'll ever know.

No.

We could always wait
until the results come back.

- What?
- It'll be a couple of weeks.

One or two months, maximum.

Prem...you're impossible.

[music continues]

♪ Sometimes I stare in space ♪

♪ Tears all over my face ♪

♪ I can't explain it ♪

♪ Don't understand it ♪

♪ Never felt
like this before ♪

♪ Now this kind of feeling's
got me amazed ♪

♪ Don't know what to do ♪

♪ My head's in a haze ♪

♪ Like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪♪

[cheering]