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-Sowing Wind, Reaping a Whirlwind

-London, Spring 1922

-Luther?

-Are you alright?

-Are you alright?

-

-Yes, why?

-Are you alright?

-

-Yes, why?

-

-You know why.

-It won't be easy for either of us -

-seeing baby Ifan again.

-Especially under the circumstances.

-We must talk, Jane,

-to discuss the future.

-There they are.

-Is there any news? >

-Is there any news? >

-

-No.

-Where is she? What's happened?

-We'll talk things over now -

-the family's waiting.

-I've told you not to come here.

-Sorry, mate. We only take orders

-from Miss Thornton.

-She wants her money - badly.

-She'll get it. Tomorrow.

-She wants it now.

-I'm busy.

-I'm busy.

-

-So am I.

-I'll be over there.

-Two teas, please. No sugar.

-How could you do this?

-Let three whole days go by without

-telling me my daughter's missing.

-How could you do it?

-If I may explain, Esther.

-There was no point worrying you

-needlessly.

-Needlessly?

-Marged-Ann is missing and everyone

-knows except us at Ffynnon Oer.

-Maybe we did wrong...

-Maybe we did wrong...

-

-No, it's all my fault.

-Robert's done everything possible.

-He's spoken to police officials.

-They're putting up photographs

-of Marged-Ann all over the city.

-Everyone's doing their best.

-Everyone's doing their best.

-

-I know.

-But it's my fault,

-for letting her come to this hell!

-CHILD CRYING

-What possessed you, Robert,

-leaving her all alone?

-She was right outside the cafe.

-But no-one was with her!

-She's so innocent. Anyone could

-have taken advantage of her.

-Mam! I know it's difficult for you.

-But blaming us all...

-And myself!

-And myself!

-

-Robert's done all he can.

-If it weren't for Robert...

-Robert! Robert!

-If it weren't for Robert,

-all this wouldn't have happened.

-Marged-Ann was in your care.

-And you let her get lost!

-Look, thousands of people read this

-- someone's sure to recognise her.

-She may even contact us.

-I'm so worried about her.

-She's afraid of her own shadow.

-Mam, don't.

-Do you think

-we'll ever see her again?

-Of course we will.

-You've told them, haven't you?

-Steady on now, Marged-Ann...

-You told them,

-and you promised you wouldn't.

-I know I've committed many a sin

-but I never go back on my word.

-Last night I promised you

-I wouldn't contact your family.

-And I haven't.

-But God knows I should.

-No!

-No!

-

-They're terribly worried.

-Right, I'm going.

-Right, I'm going.

-

-Alright, alright.

-How many times must I tell you?

-I won't contact them.

-All I want is to go home.

-Luther?

-Will you take me?

-Me?

-Me?

-

-Take me! I want to go home.

-Back home to Ffynnon Oer.

-Goodbye. Thank you for the lift.

-See you tomorrow.

-Poor Jane.

-She's not only

-worried about Marged-Ann.

-Her longing for young Ifan

-is killing her these days.

-Gibbs.

-So you like a doll, my little one?

-Then you shall have it.

-Oh, no...

-Please, Mrs Jenkins,

-I want him to have it.

-And I want you all

-to have my deepest sympathy.

-I too, like you and John

-and Lizzie here, have lost a child.

-And I grieve for you.

-If there is anything that I,

-Isaac Cohen, can do to help...

-..then I shall do it.

-CHILD CRIES

-Out, now!

-And the rest, mate.

-And the rest, mate.

-

-Tomorrow.

-Miss Thornton will not be pleased.

-Miss Thornton will not be pleased.

-

-Out, now! Please.

-Until tomorrow... mate.

-He has a lot of debts.

-Uncle Robert, it's difficult for me

-- I have to work with him.

-You wouldn't if I had my way.

-But then, I don't have

-enough evidence against him.

-He takes small amounts at a time.

-A shilling or two, here and there.

-But please don't tell him I said.

-Goodbye.

-Well, what happened?

-Mam and Ifan arrived safely.

-We discussed what to do next.

-And what went on in the car

-between you and Uncle Robert?

-Nothing.

-Good evening to you

-ladies and gentlemen...

-How are you, Luther?

-Quite well... quite well.

-But a cup of tea

-would do me the world of good.

-Right, as it's quiet...

-You're going out.

-You're going out.

-

-Yes.

-"A voice was heard in Ramah,

-wailing and loud lamentation,

-"Rachel weeping for her children.

-"She refused to be consoled..."

-She's alive and well somewhere,

-Martha.

-You must believe it.

-I know.

-I know.

-Did Ifan sleep?

-Yes, but I had to rock him

-and sing to him.

-That's how I'd get Dan to sleep.

-To think I'm having to go through

-all this again.

-But you're enjoying it.

-Yes. It would be difficult

-without him.

-You've been through the mill,

-haven't you?

-And I'm still going through it.

-You're not the only one.

-A pound.

-A pound.

-I'll raise it three.

-Not for me.

-Another three,

-and I'll see you for three.

-It's alright, Charlie.

-It's the last time, Dan. I mean it.

-I want that money back soon.

-You'll get it.

-You'll get it.

-

-Pigs might fly!

-And a famous Harley Street doctor

-will be begging for mercy!

-Leave him - he's mine!

-I'm not stupid, Vera.

-I know what's been going on.

-I mean it. Keep off!

-There you are. Will they do?

-For what?

-To do your sketching.

-It's what you like doing.

-I can't sketch any more.

-We've a long journey ahead.

-You'll see lots of interesting

-things to draw.

-Maybe you'd like to draw me -

-people say I have a fine profile.

-So you'll take me! We're going?

-Yes. We'd better go

-first thing tomorrow.

-Before the whole of London

-recognises you.

-Oh, Luther! You're wonderful!

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-If you'd only listen...

-You listen to us!

-We've had enough!

-Enough of your nonsense and deceit.

-What deceit?

-What deceit?

-

-Be quiet!

-We know what you've been up to. >

-The women, drinking...

-And gambling.

-We know where you get money

-to pay off your debts.

-You steal it.

-I don't believe this.

-You've been stealing from the cafe.

-You've been stealing from the cafe.

-

-Nonsense!

-What's worse, you steal from us.

-No!

-No!

-

-Don't deny it.

-Who's been telling you all this?

-Who's been telling you all this?

-

-No-one. We just know.

-We've been suspicious for a long

-time, but wouldn't face up to it.

-My own son!

-But things are going to change.

-First, you pay us back.

-I can't believe this.

-3 a month, and I'll be speaking to

-Robert about your debts to the cafe.

-Mind you, it's possible Robert

-will want to take legal action.

-Of course. You know Robert!

-Uncle Robert...

-I'm sorry.

-No... we've finished.

-Haven't we, Dan?

-Quite sure you won't come to chapel?

-Quite sure you won't come to chapel?

-

-Yes, I couldn't face people.

-You go. Dinner will be ready

-when you come back.

-We'll say a word

-for the sinners amongst us.

-Do you want a job?

-Look after Ifan for a while.

-Is it important?

-What?

-What?

-

-That letter.

-No. I'll be with you now.

-How far are you going?

-Uxbridge.

-Have you room for the boy, too?

-Have you room for the boy, too?

-

-Jump on.

-We're on our way, my boy!

-Good morning, Lady Orme. Welcome.

-Thank you.

-You're shocked to see me, I'm sure.

-I haven't been very faithful lately

-- bit of a lost sheep, I'm afraid.

-We're all lost sheep,

-every one of us.

-Mr and Mrs Jenkins...

-No news?

-No news?

-

-No.

-I've had a word with the Society.

-Nothing to report.

-Thank you, Goronwy!

-What are you doing?

-Just a drop for the little boy.

-Thank you, friend.

-This is just as tasty

-as Uncle Isaac's milk.

-Bah! He waters his milk.

-Whisky's the drink!

-That's better!

-Come on. Off we go.

-To the land of milk and honey

-and other nice things.

-# WELSH HYMN #

-< May the words of Jesus

-comfort and help...

-..a family which is deeply worried

-about their dear daughter...

-..Marged-Ann Jenkins.

-< May God protect her

-wherever she may be.

-Mr Roberts... I'd like a word.

-Fine.

-Fine.

-

-In the deacons' room.

-Hannah, you go on home.

-I shan't be long.

-I must say I deplore

-all of this.

-It is a very serious accusation.

-An illegitimate baby!

-What's worse, the mother

-is related to you.

-But an anonymous letter...

-..you're not going to take notice

-of that?

-After all, we're 'brothers'.

-So, we understand each other.

-My promise to pay for repainting

-the vestry still stands.

-How much?

-It's a very good watch.

-Eighteen carat.

-Yes, it's a very good watch.

-Why do you want to sell it?

-How much?

-Three pounds.

-And the chain?

-And the chain?

-

-Three pounds for the watch

-and chain.

-What?!

-It's a good price.

-You won't get a better one.

-You think you can fool me?

-Cheating your own neighbours!

-After all we've done for you.

-You wait 'til I tell my parents.

-You'll tell your parents you're

-selling your grandfather's watch?

-You don't understand.

-You don't understand.

-

-Oh yes, I understand.

-Shaking hands seals a bargain.

-An important bargain

-between you and Robert Roberts.

-It's none of your business.

-It's none of your business.

-

-God, no! I'm not part

-of the brotherhood.

-Don't you blaspheme in God's house!

-You've just promised

-to do something much worse.

-Lying about something terrible

-Robert Roberts has done.

-Deceit... hypocrisy.

-Be careful about making accusations

-like that!

-So what was the accusation?

-A woman pregnant by him?

-I heard that much.

-You heard nothing! Nothing!

-You're pitiful, Father.

-You stand in the pulpit

-of your impressive chapel...

-..and try to pull me

-into your lies and hypocrisy.

-Well, I won't let you.

-I want nothing to do with you,

-your religion or your chapel.

-DOOR SLAMS

-You're not going to chapel

-tonight then, Uncle Robert?

-What do you want, Daniel?

-I've come to tell you

-that you're in it up to your neck.

-Vera Thornton...

-Jane Jenkins...

-Little Ifan Enoc Jenkins.

-And Bobby!

-Interesting.

-Very interesting.

-But if anyone's in trouble,

-it's you - not me.

-Because any day now,

-you could find yourself in prison.

-That's where they put thieves.

-And I'd make sure

-you'd stay locked up for years.

-You've no evidence.

-Oh, yes. And plenty of witnesses.

-You can't fool me.

-I'm not fooling anyone.

-I carry a lot of clout

-in this city, Daniel.

-Open your mouth about any of this...

-..and it'll be the end of you.

-If I agree

-to keep my mouth shut?

-All will be well.

-Go home to sober up,

-there's a good boy.

-Your secret is safe with me.

-What are we going to do?

-What are we going to do?

-

-No-one will breathe a word.

-If they do, we're finished!

-Everything will be fine.

-Jane...

-You can't ignore what happened.

-Our special relationship...

-It doesn't exist, Robert.

-It's finished!

-Thank you.

-What for?

-What for?

-

-For bringing me back.

-Don't thank me, dear Marged-Ann.

-I've done nothing.

-Grace...

-What are you doing here

-on Sunday evening?

-Waiting for you. Do you mind?

-No, not at all.

-Would you like a drink?

-Would you like a drink?

-

-No, thank you.

-There's a letter on your desk,

-Robert.

-I'm sorry, but I must resign.

-I know I should have given you

-notice, but...

-..I love you, Robert.

-Don't go, Grace.

-This world

-can be a very lonely place.

-I know that, Robert.

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-They're lovely, Jane. Put them

-on my dressing-table, will you?

-Marcus? I'm off, now.

-Right. Will you be back for lunch?

-I'm meeting Rose in the Grosvenor.

-I'll be back at about three.

-Goodbye, Marcus.

-'Bye.

-You're still at it, then.

-Put it back, Dan.

-Or I'll tell Uncle Robert.

-There wouldn't be much point

-in your doing that.

-Why do you say that?

-Because we understand each other.

-Uncle Robert and I.

-We have an agreement.

-What do you mean?

-Nothing.

-SOUND OF SEAGULLS

-Thank you, my friend.

-Marged-Ann... we've arrived!

-Not quite. I know some back roads

-so no-one sees us.

-On to the back roads, then!

-Are you alright, Luther?

-Yes, yes. Onwards to Canaan.

-LAUGHTER FROM ROOM

-Pack your bags, you little whore.

-What are you looking at?

-I'll go down to Ty Isaf first

-and call on the way back...

-Who on earth is that?

-Well, Marged-Ann!

-Marged!

-I thought I'd recognised you.

-What are you doing here?

-I've come home, to see Mam.

-Your mother? But...

-Who is this?

-Luther, my friend.

-How are you?

-Marged, your mother...

-I think she's away.

-Away? Where?

-Yes, well... you'd better speak

-to your father.

-Welcome back.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

-Away?

-For a moment, I thought...

-No, no.

-I'm home!

-Mam, Dat! I'm back!

-Mam! Mam!

-Mam! Dat!

-Mam?

-They're probably out in the fields.

-Oh, of course. Out in the fields.

-The very top field, most likely!

-Dat!

-Marged! Marged-Ann!

-Go on.

-Dear Marged,

-we thought you were lost.

-Where's Mam?

-She's in London.

-London?

-London?

-

-She went looking for you.

-How did you get here?

-With Luther.

-My friend.

-Dear Marged-Ann... you're not

-the only one who came home.

-Tea's up, boys!

-Tea's up, boys!

-

-Good. I'm starving.

-And I'm thirsty.

-And I'm thirsty.

-

-Rum's what you fancy, right?

-If I had rum, I'd jump over

-those hedges and vanish for days!

-But you'd come back?

-But you'd come back?

-

-He travelled miles to return to us.

-Jane, Marged-Ann and I

-came home from London.

-But you'll soon be back

-among the snobs.

-I won't.

-Good health to Lady Orme Wilkinson

-and Isaac Jenkins...

-..and the scoundrel,

-Robert Roberts.

-Why?

-Why?

-

-For giving these girls a holiday!

-When are you expected back

-at Croeso Cafe?

-Not for a couple more days.

-Good. What do you say, Rhys?

-Yes... good.

-Jane, lay the table, would you?

-And clear up that mess.

-I must put the baby to bed

-before the men get back.

-I'll put him to bed.

-I'll put him to bed.

-

-He might not settle. I usually...

-He'll soon be asleep, won't you?

-Say goodnight, Ifan.

-Marged-Ann, why don't we take

-a picnic to Gilfach beach tomorrow?

-Yes!

-Yes!

-

-Yes, off you go, out of my way.

-You're coming, too.

-And Dat and Uncle Enoc.

-How can we?

-How can we?

-

-Everyone needs a break. Some fun.

-Fun?

-Just you wait, my lady!

-You haven't changed one bit.

-London changes everyone.

-You're the same Martha.

-Oh, yes. The same old Martha.

-The one I love.

-Don't work yourself so hard, Bet.

-It's a pleasure to help, Esther.

-I was expecting to see

-young Ifan out here.

-He's tired of hay-making.

-Do you think the weather will hold?

-Do you think the weather will hold?

-

-There's a storm brewing.

-Better expect the worst.

-You promised!

-What? Robert, what have you to say?

-Nothing.

-Jane...

-I have no choice.

-Why not?

-Esther, Ifan... this isn't easy.

-I've thought it over and over,

-and relied greatly on Grace...

-..the lady I intend to marry.

-You want to take him away!

-You and Grace

-want to take baby Ifan!

-Take him?

-I'm young Ifan's father.

-Go with her.

-Don't stand there starry-eyed!

-Go and keep the girl company.

-You're not having him.

-You're not having him.

-

-Have him? Oh, no!

-He's my son, Esther.

-And you're his mother's uncle.

-How could you?

-I'm not going to try to justify

-what happened, but I want to say...

-You've no right to say anything!

-So get out!

-If I may explain...

-If I may explain...

-

-You heard Mam! Get out!

-Grace and I want to bring up

-the child.

-Never!

-Never!

-

-Be quiet, girl!

-This is between Robert and me.

-You've already

-made a mess of things!

-Well? Haven't you anything to say?

-Yes.

-Will you marry me?

-You've worked it out, haven't you?

-With me as your wife,

-you'll get Ffynnon Oer.

-I'm just pulling your leg!

-Well?

-I'm asking you, again.

-Will you marry me?

-Yes.

-I thought you'd never ask, idiot!

-That boy's going nowhere! >

-Ifan and I have brought him up

-since he was born. He's our boy!

-He's my child!

-Don't you start, again!

-Let's put emotions aside

-for a moment.

-The child deserves the best.

-Grace and I want him to have

-everything that money can buy.

-A comfortable home,

-good schooling...

-And love, Robert.

-Yes...

-Lots of love.

-He gets plenty of that already.

-But we must be practical.

-Life isn't easy here.

-And you two...

-well, you're getting older.

-Just like Grace and yourself.

-But we can afford to pay

-for assistance.

-Esther, do you honestly think

-you and Ifan can cope...

-..with the responsibility

-of raising another child?

-Robert!

-I want you to leave!

-You heard Ifan.

-You heard Ifan.

-

-This is a private matter.

-Get out of here, Robert.

-Take Grace back to London.

-Fine.

-Remember this, I have

-an excellent lawyer in London.

-You'll see,

-the law will be on my side.

-'Mother - Jane Letitia Jenkins'.

-'Father - unknown'.

-Ifan's father doesn't exist.

-In the eyes of the law,

-Uncle Robert...

-..you're nobody.

-He's mine.

-IFAN SCREECHES

-< You can't settle down to sleep,

-can you?

-The little boy

-just can't settle down.

-Too warm, aren't you, Ifan?

-Mam...

-Alright, alright.

-Mam...

-Don't say it, Jane.

-But he's mine.

-He's mine.

-We'll be leaving tomorrow.

-S4C subtitles: TROSOL Cyf.