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-Losing The Gold

-Christmas Eve, 1921

-Mince pies?

-Mince pies?

-

-Oh, lovely. Thank you.

-God bless you, sir. >

-Merry Christmas. >

-Merry Christmas. >

-

-And to you.

-Take these, Gibbs.

-Good afternoon, Daniel.

-Uncle Robert!

-I don't deserve those...

-A kick up the backside

-is all you deserve.

-A small gift for you, Martha.

-A small gift for you, Martha.

-

-Thank you.

-It's busy.

-It's busy.

-

-It's been busy since mid-afternoon.

-Lucky the bank is nearby.

-Your cash-bag will be heavy again.

-Don't worry,

-you'll get your Christmas box.

-Now, may I have a cup of tea?

-As you're the boss...

-As you're the boss...

-

-Me - and your father, Daniel.

-We mustn't forget old Isaac.

-How are you, Martha?

-How are you, Martha?

-

-Fine. How is Marged-Ann, now?

-She's fine.

-Well, she's better than she was.

-I'm almost sure I saw her smile

-this morning.

-Smile? That's quite an event.

-She has nothing to smile about.

-She didn't want to come to London.

-'Merry Christmas in your new home

-in London, Marged-Ann'.

-Love from Mam, Dat,

-Morgan and young Ifan.

-The advert looks good.

-< Yes, it does.

-You're sure a copy was sent

-to Ffynnon Oer, Martha?

-Yes.

-Dad hasn't told Mam, yet.

-He's too scared.

-Poor Isaac... he really is

-under a petticoat government.

-Thank you for independence, I say.

-Hear! Hear!

-Yes, independent men

-with women tending on you!

-PHONE

-PHONE KEEPS RINGING

-That's probably enough change

-for tonight.

-I'll call again before closing time

-to fetch the takings.

-Yes, in case Martha and I

-run off with them!

-I'll see you later.

-Damn!

-What is it?

-Has the milk turned sour?

-Into cheese, Uncle Robert.

-I've told you time and again

-to keep them at arm's length.

-When will you learn?

-You can't teach a donkey.

-He's stubborn and stupid!

-I like the Ffynnon Oer girls.

-They're all so nice.

-They'll be here in force later -

-Jane, Lizzie and Marged-Ann.

-Marged-Ann?

-Marged-Ann?

-

-Yes, they persuaded her

-to leave the house.

-You'd better watch out, Daniel.

-Four Ffynnon Oer girls.

-And a piece of cheese.

-You'll have more than enough

-on your plate this evening, I'd say.

-Hello!

-You're going out?

-You're going out?

-

-Yes.

-But I'm doing the round tonight

-instead of tomorrow morning.

-Then I won't go out.

-Lizzie, we agreed I'd do the round

-tonight, so we'd...

-You'd be free tomorrow morning!

-That's the choice I have.

-Staying in alone on Christmas Eve

-while everyone's out having fun.

-Or being alone with Gwen tomorrow.

-Some choice!

-We'll go out on New Year's Eve.

-Yes, to a chapel debate.

-Yes, to a chapel debate.

-

-You usually like going...

-'A woman's place is in the home' -

-that's the subject of the debate.

-I should know all about that!

-I'm at home every day.

-I live, eat, sleep and work here!

-Some flowers to cheer you up,

-Marged-Ann.

-Thank you.

-Is that what you're wearing

-to go to the cafe?

-You do remember

-you're going out to supper?

-No...

-I told you this morning!

-How many times...?

-Any messages for me?

-Did anyone telephone?

-No.

-Are you sure? Your Aunt Grace

-is on holiday. I'm depending on you.

-Marged-Ann?

-Leave that, now. Come with me.

-We've done this before, I know.

-But you must learn.

-The telephone rings -

-what do you do?

-What do you say?

-Mr Robert Roberts's residence...

-may I take a message?

-Good.

-I'm sorry, John.

-I'm worried about you.

-Since losing the baby...

-Since losing the baby...

-

-Losing the baby was a blessing!

-Bringing up one child

-is difficult enough.

-John, you work too hard.

-This new business...

-it's too much for you.

-It's the debts that are getting

-too much.

-I'm tired of talking about

-money and debts!

-Run away from our problems, again!

-I'm your problem. I spend too much!

-I'm your problem. I spend too much!

-

-Have I said that?

-You begrudge me everything I buy!

-Even new shoes for Gwen.

-Nonsense!

-Hello?

-Well, Gwen?

-Is Santa Claus coming tonight?

-He can't afford anything!

-Things are improving here.

-This is new.

-Yes, but you've haven't been here

-for a long time.

-Jane keeps better company

-these days.

-Lady Orme-Wilkinson has

-many parties. Lucky, aren't you?

-Yes, I am lucky!

-I slaved for Uncle Isaac

-for a pittance...

-..so don't go reproaching me!

-Look what she gave me tonight.

-A Christmas box.

-"To share with your sisters",

-she said.

-Don't worry, Lizzie won't

-have to spend a ha'penny tonight.

-Are you ready, Lizzie?

-Yes, I am ready.

-Why aren't you going home

-for Christmas?

-Say what's on your mind, John.

-Have Dat and Mam said anything?

-They're disappointed you won't be

-home for Ifan's first Christmas.

-Surely you can understand that?

-Can you understand

-why I don't want to be there?

-Yes. There'll be more fun

-in Bayswater than Brynarfor.

-Gwen, say goodbye

-to Mam and Aunty Jane.

-You, I and Jemimah are going

-to have fun tonight.

-Out on the round.

-Goodnight, darling.

-I'll see you in the morning.

-Be a good girl.

-# HUMMING #

-Damn all that smoke!

-I'm going, now. Leave everything

-and go out to enjoy yourself.

-It's Christmas Eve!

-I shan't be back until morning,

-so stay with Martha tonight.

-And don't be tempted

-to peep under the Christmas tree.

-Make sure you lock up properly,

-and oh, yes...

-..merry Christmas, Marged-Ann.

-And the same to you.

-Did you manage it?

-Did you manage it?

-

-Yes. Imagine, no work for two days!

-Is Ifan in bed?

-Is Ifan in bed?

-

-Yes, and supper's ready.

-Ifan... I'm worried about Morgan.

-He had a terrible attack just now.

-The worst yet. He couldn't breathe.

-I want him to see someone.

-Doctor Jones has seen him.

-It cost us dearly.

-Dr Jones, pah!

-The boy is really sick.

-A ha'penny, please.

-Happy Christmas.

-Gwen, take hold of my finger.

-There you are.

-There you are.

-

-Thank you.

-Oh, look out!

-The Ffynnon Oer girls have arrived!

-At last! Where have you been?

-These girls couldn't be hurried!

-Tea, coffee,

-or some of our special lemonade?

-And there's milk - but that's

-no treat to you farm girls.

-Are you treating us?

-Are you treating us?

-

-Of course. A Christmas box

-from your favourite cousin.

-Marged-Ann, what do you fancy?

-Tea.

-Thank you.

-Thank you.

-

-You're welcome.

-Dan, may I have a word?

-Not now. I'm busy.

-There we go, then.

-There we go, then.

-

-Thank you.

-Don't she speak no English?

-Don't she speak no English?

-

-No, not yet.

-We only speak Welsh at home.

-My English is not good, too.

-My English is not good, too.

-

-It'll come, mate.

-Happy Christmas.

-My name is David Davies. I'm from

-Tonypandy, in the Rhondda Vale.

-What are you doing in London? >

-What are you doing in London? >

-

-I teach, in Willesden.

-There are no jobs back home.

-There's nothing left there.

-What's your name?

-What's your name?

-

-Lizzie.

-Lizzie is my brother's wife.

-And they have a young daughter.

-How is Gwen?

-She's fine.

-John's minding her tonight, is he?

-Good for him.

-Aren't these married ladies

-fortunate in their husbands?

-And a bit for Christmas. >

-You're very kind.

-Right, Gwen. Home we go.

-Be careful!

-Gwen!

-No!

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-She's my little girl!

-She's my little girl!

-

-You'd better stay here.

-Quite right, Emlyn.

-Listen to this, boys.

-Women should be in two places -

-under the thumb and in the kitchen!

-There's another place for them, too

-- in bed!

-But you can't say that in chapel.

-But you can't say that in chapel.

-

-You think this is funny?

-Women suffer, you know.

-They get exploited

-like all workers!

-Hear, hear! Women should have

-far greater freedom.

-You're doing well tonight.

-Out gallivanting

-while your husband is working...

-..and minding your young daughter.

-Our daughter.

-I still say you should be at home.

-How is she?

-How is she?

-

-We're doing our best.

-My wife... she doesn't know

-where are we.

-Give nurse the details.

-Give nurse the details.

-

-Gwen... she's going to be alright,

-isn't she?

-Doctor, can I see her?

-Give nurse those details,

-Mr Jenkins.

-My wife, Lizzie Jenkins...

-Croeso Cafe.

-Sorry?

-C-R-O-E-S-O Cafe, Covent Garden.

-My uncle, Robert Roberts -

-he's a doctor. Harley Street.

-It was pandemonium when I left

-the club tonight. Packed out.

-Makes you think, doesn't it?

-All those men watching the girls,

-on Christmas Eve of all nights.

-Why don't they want to be

-with their families?

-Or their loved ones?

-Gwen?

-This was meant to be

-a sensible argument. >

-It's time you realised

-you're being left behind.

-Women are getting better education,

-and better opportunities.

-They've even got the vote.

-Pity help.

-Pity help? Yes, pity help the likes

-of you when you're swept aside.

-And by the way, I won't be able

-to vote until I'm thirty.

-You and the other idiots here

-can vote now!

-You've made your point.

-You've made your point.

-

-No, I have one more thing to say.

-I'm not just speaking for myself,

-but for my mother...

-..and your mother,

-and all your mothers.

-Women who've given their all

-and asked for nothing in return.

-Women who've given their all

-and asked for nothing in return.

-

-Quite right!

-It's high time we gave them

-something in return - respect.

-Oh, my little posy!

-I've enjoyed this evening

-ever so much.

-What now? A walk along

-the Embankment would be nice.

-We'd better get back.

-Where, to your place?

-Where, to your place?

-

-No, my niece will be there.

-Why didn't you send her away

-for the night?

-I don't mind that she's there.

-No, but I do.

-I'll take you back to your place.

-No, but I do.

-I'll take you back to your place.

-

-I don't want to go.

-Ah, Robert!

-Charles, Emily...

-good to see you both.

-Can't stop, I'm afraid.

-We have a cab waiting.

-See you again, sometime.

-Merry Christmas.

-Merry Christmas!

-Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

-Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

-

-Oh, no!

-< And Merry Christmas to you.

-Luther, put that bottle away.

-I'll make you some tea.

-Tea! Pah!

-I can't come to Lady Orme's party!

-Yes, I can invite anyone I like.

-It'll be a great party.

-Here you are, Luther.

-A Christmas box for you.

-Why on earth can't you sell whisky

-in this place?

-Why the long faces?

-I'm persuading them to come

-to Lady Orme's party.

-What's the problem?

-What's the problem?

-

-I don't want to go.

-Lizzie?

-How would we get home?

-And what about Marged-Ann?

-She can stay here with me.

-And you'll get a taxi home.

-What would John say?

-What would John say?

-

-Does it matter?

-No! I'm coming with you.

-Goodnight to you.

-I haven't seen you before.

-But I've heard you preaching

-in Hyde Park.

-You're one of those

-fanatic Bolshies!

-There's nothing fanatic

-about getting fair play.

-And equality for all people.

-Don't start preaching to me,

-my lad.

-I've seen more hardship

-than you'll ever see.

-Come over tomorrow afternoon -

-and you Marged-Ann...

-..to see what Santa Claus

-brought Gwen.

-We'll come over teatime.

-We'll come over teatime.

-

-If Uncle Robert is willing...

-Tell him where to go!

-Come on, Lizzie.

-Jazz bands were swinging,

-And people were dancing.

-And people sat at tables...

-..playing chance.

-Why didn't you introduce me

-to that man? Aren't I good enough?

-Don't be silly.

-Don't be silly.

-

-Why all the hurry?

-And stop pulling me!

-I'm going to find you a taxi.

-I'm going to find you a taxi.

-

-Find me a taxi? What about you?

-I have to call by at the cafe

-to collect the takings.

-Why can't darling Dan do that?

-Why can't darling Dan do that?

-

-Because I don't trust him.

-I'll wait.

-I'll meet you back at your place.

-I'll meet you back at your place.

-

-In case anyone sees me, eh?

-Bobby, why do you keep

-hiding me away?

-Are you ashamed of me or something?

-Merry Christmas.

-Something to keep you going

-until tomorrow.

-Tomorrow...

-..and what then?

-Season's Greetings to you all.

-Goodnight, then.

-Goodnight.

-When will you be working next?

-When will you be working next?

-

-The day after tomorrow.

-I'll see you then.

-What?

-Nothing.

-Mrs Lizzie Jenkins?

-She's not here. Why?

-Uncle Robert! How are you?

-Are you going to introduce

-your friend?

-Who are they, Bobby?

-What's she saying?

-I'm Jane, this is Lizzie. I asked

-Uncle Robert to introduce you.

-Well?

-Well?

-

-This is Vera... Vera Thornton.

-Glad to meet you, Vera. We mustn't

-keep you. You'll want to get home.

-Marged won't be there.

-She's staying with Martha.

-And with John and Lizzie tomorrow.

-You'll have all day to yourselves.

-'Enjoiwch'. That means

-'enjoy yourselves' in Welsh.

-Merry Christmas.

-You liar! You said she'd be there

-and that's why I couldn't stay.

-You lying bastard!

-Vera, please. Listen...

-Vera, please. Listen...

-

-You go stuff yourself!

-He's paying.

-Bastard!

-Any news? Have they found my wife?

-I'm afraid not.

-But some relatives are here.

-Dear John...

-How is she?

-Jane dear, you've arrived!

-This is Elizabeth, is it?

-Very well, thank you.

-I'm glad to meet you.

-I'm sorry I can't speak to you

-'in the old language'.

-It's become rather rusty.

-But welcome all the same.

-Oh, Charles... excuse me.

-An accident?

-An accident?

-

-On the road.

-It's serious. Lizzie must be found.

-Where is she?

-At Lady Orme's house. A party...

-That's her husband.

-Never!

-Never!

-

-There's a fifteen year age gap.

-He's quite a character.

-He's quite a character.

-

-Oh yes... old Marcus.

-So they say...

-# Silent night, holy night... #

-SHOUTS OF 'PACK IT IN'

-SINGING CONTINUES

-Take it easy, now.

-She's not used to champagne.

-Lizzie...

-Bad news.

-Gwen?

-I'm very sorry, Mr Jenkins.

-So very sorry.

-LUTHER SINGS WELSH CAROL

-Gwen... where's Gwen?

-Gwen!

-Gwen!

-SOBBING

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-New Year's Eve, Highgate Cemetery

-John, we'll go, now. We're meeting

-Robert at the hospital.

-Give my regards to Morgan.

-Dat...

-He's going to be alright, isn't he?

-Can you remember

-what Uncle Robert said?

-Back in Ffynnon Oer when we were

-yearning to come to London.

-About the gold on the streets

-of London?

-"There's plenty there

-if you look for it," he said.

-But our little treasure

-is buried in this soil.

-PHONE

-We'd better answer that.

-Mr Robert Roberts's residence...

-It's me. Just to let you know

-my arrangements for the day.

-I'm going to the hospital now

-to see Morgan and meet your parents.

-We'll fetch you and Ifan

-before going to Paddington.

-Fine.

-Uncle Robert? How is Morgan?

-Don't worry. He'll be fine.

-We're still waiting

-for the test results.

-But he is going to be alright,

-isn't he?

-Of course. As I told you, it's

-just a slight chill on the chest.

-He'll be fine in a week or two.

-I must go. I'll see you later.

-Of course you can have

-a few hours off!

-William can take you to Paddington

-in the Daimler.

-Take a hamper of food.

-Your poor mother... losing her

-little grand-daughter like that.

-And your brother in hospital.

-And bringing up a baby at her age!

-Poor woman, she must be exhausted.

-If I had a baby now,

-I think I'd die.

-That would be rather inconvenient

-for us all.

-Wouldn't it?

-Well, Morgan.... how are you now?

-Quite well.

-Good, because I've brought along

-more books.

-I don't like seeing you

-idle in bed!

-This one's about blood circulation.

-And this discusses

-foreign diseases.

-Yellow fever, malaria and so on.

-Robert, how are you?

-Fine thank you, Tom.

-And Mr Morgan Jenkins, how are you

-this afternoon?

-Quite well, sir.

-Then what are you doing there?

-Beds are for sick people.

-He's become lazy.

-He's become lazy.

-

-That's what Mam always says.

-Your parents are on their way,

-so better start behaving yourself!

-I'd like to get up into the chair

-before they arrive.

-They don't have to see me in bed.

-Yes, why not? Nurse, Mr Jenkins

-would like to sit up in the chair.

-It will do him good.

-Lazy little devil!

-Robert, would you like some tea?

-Same old story. The family refuses

-to recognise anything's wrong...

-And nothing is done about it.

-Until it's too late.

-Too late?

-And he knows that, doesn't he?

-Of course he knows. He reads all

-those medical books, doesn't he?

-I'll do my best

-to alleviate his condition.

-Thank you.

-And spare no expense,

-do you understand?

-The Jenkins family is here, doctor.

-The Jenkins family is here, doctor.

-

-Thank you, nurse.

-Leave this to me, Robert.

-Aren't you lucky

-to have such a family?

-And to be going back to Ffynnon Oer

-with Mam, Dat and Morgan.

-Think of me, Jane and Martha -

-having to stay here in London.

-I have to tend on Uncle Robert...

-..cook his meals, clean his house,

-answer his telephone.

-But I shan't be here for long.

-I'll be going back to Ffynnon Oer

-as soon as I possibly can.

-I'd like him to stay for another

-week or two...

-..so we can keep an eye

-on the bronchial infection.

-And he needs feeding up.

-What do you say, Morgan?

-I'd like to stay, sir.

-So I can have quiet to read

-all those books.

-And avoid those chores

-at Ffynnon Oer, you mean!

-Excuse me.

-You said a week or two...

-Yes.

-Fine. You know best.

-And we expect you to read

-all those books!

-No... I'll never have time

-to read them all.

-Robert...

-Give them my regards, Jane.

-Next time they're in London,

-I want to see them.

-Goodbye, Dat.

-As Tom Williams told you, they want

-to clear the bronchial infection.

-There are all kinds of new drugs

-available today.

-And of course,

-he's in the best possible hands.

-Thank you, Gibbs.

-Where's Morgan?

-Isn't he going home?

-They're keeping him in for a while.

-Why?

-Why?

-

-To make sure the infection clears.

-Paddington.

-TRAIN WHISTLE

-Marged dear, Gwen gave us

-so much happiness, didn't she?

-You're worried about Morgan, too,

-aren't you?

-Why have they kept him in?

-What's wrong with him?

-TRAIN ANNOUNCEMENT

-Lady Orme sent you some food

-to eat on the journey.

-How nice of her.

-Jane, when will you visit

-Ffynnon Oer? It's been a year...

-Mam, I'll come as soon as possible.

-But this new job...

-Jane, don't forget your family.

-I'm grateful for all you're doing

-and I'll repay you one day.

-I don't want repaying. I just don't

-want you to forget your roots.

-Mam, I'll never forget my roots.

-I'm not going to say goodbye.

-Robert!

-I'm feeling lonely, Molly.

-May I come in?

-So, you're not a chapel man.

-No, I go by the gospel of Marx.

-You believe in sharing equally.

-The Gospel of Mark

-says something similar, too.

-Mind you, although I'm a Christian,

-or at least try to be...

-..I don't go to chapel.

-Martha, what are you doing tonight

-after work?

-Why?

-Would you come with me to see

-the fireworks on the Embankment?

-You need cheering up, and...

-Yes?

-I'd like us to welcome

-the new year together.

-Morgan!

-Morgan...

-Marged, what are you doing here?

-I wanted company.

-BIG BEN CHIMING

-CHEERING

-To hell with the lot of you!

-CHEERING CONTINUES

-BIG BEN CHIMING

-AND PEOPLE CHEERING

-# I wish you a Happy New Year.

-And everyone else that is here.

-# That is my wish you see,

-A Happy New Year to thee. #

-Happy New Year!

-Happy New Year!

-

-Happy New Year.

-S4C subtitles: TROSOL Cyf.