Out of Darkness The Indian Doctor

New Trefelin to be built right here,

right where we're standing in place of the old one.

This was Mam's house, I don't want a new one.

Dan! I'm not listening to another word.

Your mother had to be involved!

This has her meddling fingerprints all over it.

I bet that's where they keep the explosives.

WHISPERS: Got 'em.

Oi! What you doin'?

THEY LAUGH

'How do you woo?'

That, Ceri, is for you to find out.

It's all set. So that would make it..? Eight o'clock.

You have some miracle pills. They're not a cure for everything.

Let me try them, at least.

EXPLOSION

KNOCK ON DOOR

Prem?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

# Loneliness

# Is a cloak you wear... #

PERSISTENT KNOCKING

Oh! It must be nice to be a lady of leisure.

I overslept. Would you kindly tell Dr Sharma,

if it's not too much trouble for him to get out of bed,

there's a patient here to see him. Dr Sharma's not here.

Owen Griffiths was taken ill at the mine last night.

You'll have to tell her.

What have you done to your face?

I'm camouflaging my injuries so as not to arouse suspicion.

Good idea, Daf, you don't want to attract attention to yourself.

Well, well, if it isn't Trefelin's very own terrorist threat.

I'm sure Sergeant Dorkins will be wanting a word with you two

about all of this nonsense.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Circus is in town, is it?

Only I heard they were looking for a couple of clowns.

Come the revolution... Ignore him. Come on, I'll buy you a pint.

When will he be back? I really don't know. It's an emergency.

If you want to wait, Mrs Daniels will look after you.

Oh, don't bother me. I'm up to my eyes.

Where is Dr Sharma anyway? Sulking, I expect.

Hello? This is Mrs Sharma, Dr Sharma's wife.

He came to the mine to treat Owen Griffiths last night.

I just wanted to ask, do you know how Mr Griffiths was?

I see. Thank you.

Look at you.

Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right. I stayed out at the den.

Dad was getting on my nerves. Have you seen your father today?

Haven't been home yet.

Get yourself cleaned up, I'll make some breakfast.

BANGING

Stop that, you'll bring the whole lot down.

Calm down, Emlyn, you're a police officer, for goodness' sake.

We've got to get out of here. Sit down!

We'll take deep breaths. Someone will have heard the explosion

and they'll know how to get us out safe.

How is he?

His breathing's a bit shallow

but I've given him a sedative, so he should sleep for a while.

So, what do we do now? Just sit here, is it?

Yes. That's exactly what we do.

'She's been giving me an earful'

and I simply haven't got time for it.

I've got awful bad toothache, Mrs Sharma.

Will the doctor be back soon? I really don't know.

Can you do something, then? I'm not a doctor, I can't prescribe medicine.

Thanks, Mrs Sharma. If you see Prem, tell him he has a patient...

The chapel's booked for twelve o'clock. Please.

That'll be two shillings and sixpence,

and the deeds to my house, please.

Here's your money. My brother has news for you on the other issue.

Shw mai, bois. Shw mai, Ceri. Oh, you shouldn't have.

What? Oh!

The usual? Make it a pint of Dutch courage please, Megan.

Special occasion, is it?

He's got a way with the ladies, that one. Can't say I noticed.

Some men, well, just have it, the rest of us...

How the hell did Emlyn get you, eh?

Sorry, bach.

I'm not the best person to ask for romantic advice at the moment.

Trwbwl ym mharadwys, Megan?

And there it is.

You are soon to be the owner of a brand-new home. Oh, thank you.

Don't forget this beautiful handbag.

All right. Congratulations. Thank you, Mr Thomas. Not at all.

Mr Thomas! Can I have a word, please?

You certainly can, Mr Joseph.

Please, sit down.

So, you've finally decided to come round to it, have you?

Well, I can't be single for ever, can I? No, no, you certainly cannot.

Once you're the owner of a brand-new home with all mod cons,

you'll be fighting the ladies off.

I don't know what a new house has got to do with it.

Oh, well, the farm needs a lick of paint, I admit that...

Mr Joseph, I am offering you a brand-new home

with central heating, hot water, wall-to-wall carpets.

Now, all I need in exchange... Wall-to-wall? No.

I just want to ask you to know how to...woo a lady.

Woo? Woo.

Woo who?

Can you keep a secret?

Really well, Owen, really well.

I don't know how you can stand it.

Stuck down here day after day. All on your own.

We are not, though, that's the thing.

BREATHLESS: You have your...you have brothers with you.

Comradeship.

That's the key to survival.

It's a closeness that you don't find anywhere else.

My father and his father...

..both worked down here, so I followed them down here too.

Didn't ever want to do anything else.

My father was a civil servant.

In the health department.

In Ambala, four or five hours from Delhi.

But I didn't want to file papers for the rest of my life.

I wanted to be like the young men who came round for dinner.

Talking about making life and death decisions.

Making a difference.

So I became a doctor.

I always wanted to be a movie star.

No! Hey! Hey! I had the talent for it.

I won first prize for recitation at the school eisteddfod.

But what I really wanted was to be like Humphrey Bogart

and Clark Gable.

Mickey Rooney.

I'm sorry, Emlyn! That was just really unexpected.

That was everybody's reaction.

"Oh, you'll never make it to Hollywood, you're Welsh."

And then Richard Burton only went and did it.

That could have been me.

Enjoying the life of Riley.

Travelling the world, drinking champagne...

Married to Elizabeth Taylor!

You lucky devil!

Although Megan is much better, isn't she?

I bet Liz Taylor wouldn't say no to central heating and an inside toilet.

Fancy a lift?

You had something to tell me. Not here.

OK, then.

Thank you.

# I need love, love

# To ease my mind

# I need to find time

# Someone to call mine My mama said

# You can't hurry love

# No, you'll just have to wait... #

Oh, mam fach. Sian, you're a vision of loveliness.

What kept you so long? I thought you'd stood me up.

Attending to detail, my dear.

I'm taking you to the pictures. Ooh! What are we going to see?

One Million Years BC.

With Raquel what's-her-name

gallivanting around in next to nothing?

Yes. I'm not watching that. It's disgusting.

Yes, it is.

I want a bit of romance. Got it!

The Good, and the Bad, and The Ugly.

Is that romantic? Very. That's the one, then.

But before we go, you had better sit down. We haven't got time to waste.

It'll take a bit of time to get to Ponty.

My queen, your chariot awaits.

I've made some home-made apple juice

just in case we get thirsty on the way.

It's a bit strong for apple juice.

Ceri, I've got something to tell you.

What? You've won the Pools!

Aren't you pleased?

I'm not rich, Sian. What do you mean?

We're rich, my little cherub!

To you and me.

And our wildest dreams.

Mrs Daniels, I'm just going to... Julie.

I've got a bellyache.

Don't you want to get married? Just worried I'll mess it up.

Here she goes again, the runaway bride.

She's had more engagement rings than I've had hot dinners, this one.

I think everyone feels that way.

Did you? Of course.

You didn't mess it up.

Girls these days listen to too many of those pop songs.

Marriage is about getting a roof over your head.

Mrs Daniels, I never imagined you'd be such a romantic.

Of course I messed it up, everyone messes it up.

I mess it up all the time, we both do. So what's the point?

The point is...we're a team.

We work through it together.

He's part of me.

I can't imagine my life without him.

Lle it wedi bod? Is there going to be a wedding today or not?

Well?

Mrs Sharma...

..could I use your flat to finish getting ready? Of course.

I never wanted to be a doctor.

I did it to please Father.

I'd have been much happier doing something simple.

Simple? I mean...

You belong here.

I've always felt so...disconnected.

Everybody thinks the grass is always greener

on the other side of the fence.

I think I'm guilty of that. Look.

Fancy that.

Such a long time ago.

Penny for them.

I was just thinking what you said about me. Belonging.

Let's get back.

Ti'n edrych yn bert. Wait.

Something borrowed and something blue.

You look beautiful. Thank you, Mrs Sharma.

Come on, bach.

Have a wonderful day.

I'll give it six months before she's back with ingrowing toenails.

Dan, is your father all right? Dunno.

You haven't been home? He's not there. Pub?

I went in, nobody's seen him. Prem? Nobody's seen him either.

Mrs Daniels, could you call the police station

and ask for Emlyn, please?

Dan, I need to talk to you.

Your father was taken ill at the mine yesterday.

I didn't want to upset you before I knew what was wrong.

I'm not a little kid any more. I'm sorry. There's no answer.

Try the hospitals, the County, Blaenavon.

It'll be all right. You don't know that.

I want to apologise.

For ignoring your advice, Dr Sharma.

There's no need.

You can apologise to Dan as well.

You can tell him whatever you need to tell him, when you see him.

I thought the new house would make him happy.

But all he wanted was for me to be a good father.

Save your energy.

This town's causing all manner of problems.

Megan doesn't want ours either.

You should try talking to her.

You know, be open, be warm, be honest.

What? Like you and Kamini, is it?

I didn't know where to put myself last night. That was different.

She took a job without telling me.

She said she tried to tell you, but that you wouldn't listen.

Talk about pots and kettles. She doesn't need a job.

That's why I became a doctor, to support a family.

She's not saying she needs a job, she wants one.

That surgery's running like clockwork without you.

She's a well-educated, capable lady, Kamini.

You're very lucky to have her. LOUD RUMBLING

We're finished! The maintenance crew will be here soon enough. No!

Megan and me! Don't be ridiculous. Sit down.

You don't know how it's been. Calm down, Emlyn.

She won't talk to me, she won't look at me...

This is neither the time or the place.

Run down, you said, bit of depression. That's right.

No, Dr Sharma! Wrong!

I'll tell you what it is.

It's me. You don't know what you're talking about.

She doesn't want to be with me.

That's what's making her sick. She's sorry she ever married me.

She's not sick, she's having a baby.

# Take the last train to Clarksville and I'll meet you at the station

RADIO: # You can leave here by 4.30, cos I've made your reservation... #

The station? Don't you remember?

4th of August, 1946.

I waited all day and you never came.

My mum would have killed me.

It's not too late, you know. For what?

For you and me to be together. What?

What are you doing?

I thought you needed to talk to Emlyn.

I do, because he thought that giving me a new house

would be a lovely surprise and I was horrible about it.

Oh!

Well, this is embarrassing.

We still friends? Don't be daft, of course we are.

Megan and Robbie for ever. Remember?

But could you take me back to my husband now?

Please.

Why didn't you tell me? Patient confidentiality.

Oh. That went well, didn't it?

Was she going to say anything? I'm sure she was.

How many other things has she told you I don't know about?

Stop arguing, the pair of you.

Emlyn, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have found out this way.

A baby?

Duw, Duw.

Can I hear rain?

You're 100 foot underground, don't be so daft, will you?

And you're quite sure no-one of that name has been admitted? Thank you.

Thank you very much. Goodbye.

No record of them at Blaenavon either.

I do hope this isn't a bad time. Oh, Mr Thomas.

First names, remember, Kamini. I'm afraid my husband isn't here.

Just as well. It was you I wanted to see. Mrs Sharma's busy.

I'm really sorry, but this really isn't a good time.

We're trying to locate my husband. He went to see Dan's father

at the mine last night and it seems nobody's seen them since.

Dr Sharma went to the mine last night?

Yes, with Sergeant Dorkins.

You haven't seen them, have you? No.

Well, this clearly isn't a good time, so...

I'll just, er...

Goodbye.

We've got a problem, boys.

Whatever caused this collapse

must have caused another one further down.

This gallery is going to be flooded.

But the maintenance boys will be back before long. We can't wait for them.

How long have we got? We've got to dig ourselves out.

Fast.

Did you find him? Megan must be at work. Let's go and ask her.

That's all right, Mrs Daniels, you don't need to come.

I'm not coming, I'm going. I'm sorry.

I'm leaving.

The filing now is all in perfect order. My work is done.

But Mrs Daniels...

Mrs Sharma, you and your husband are very lucky to have each other.

Right. Megan's house.

Owen, sit down! Sit down!

We're handling it. We're handling it!

Graham, you idiot. Didn't you check?

Because there were people down there.

Well, you'd better bloody well get over there and find out!

Everything all right?

Patience is a virtue, Basil.

Why don't you shut up?

Just shut your mouth.

OWEN GROANS

Don't worry about that now.

This is a supporting beam.

You hold on to that while I try and get through this stuff.

Megan! Have you seen Emlyn today?

I was going to ask you that. Didn't he stay at yours last night?

We had a bit of a row. No.

Prem got a call from the mine last night saying Owen was sick.

They both went to treat him. No-one's seen any of them since.

We've tried all the hospitals. What about the mine?

It's closed for maintenance. Someone will be there. Come on.

No, Owen!

I'm stronger than you are.

ALL GROAN

We're nearly through!

Excuse me.

Dr Sharma and Sergeant Dorkins came here last night

to treat Owen Griffiths.

We need to speak to someone who saw them. Can you let us in?

I can't do that without permission, lovely. Please, it's urgent.

The manager will be back in the morning.

I haven't got the authority to let anyone in.

If you don't let us in, Alun, I'll tell my husband

you refused to assist an investigation.

Let them in now. That's an order.

Owen, go. Let's go, doctor.

Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Owen, quick! You must come now.

Yes.

Yes, I understand.

Last night, she said.

No. No-one's seen them.

The lads came up early because there was a flood in Llew seam.

There's nobody down there!

LIFT WINCH STARTS

COLLIERY SIREN

Boys! Boys!

Somebody's got to help me now! Come on!

Prem? Yes, it's Emlyn.

Yes, I understand.

I'll be there shortly.

Thank you.

That was Emlyn, he's at the mine. Owen?

They haven't brought him up yet.

The rescue team have been there for hours.

They have to make sure the tunnel is absolutely safe first.

I have to get back. There are formalities to complete.

I had a lot of time to think down the mine, Kamini.

You deserve better than this life I've given you

and I'm going to make it up to you, I promise.

I've got you.

That's all that matters, Prem.

This is all his fault, isn't it?

Who? Dad. I hate him.

Dan... Leave him to me, Prem.

I don't want him thinking like that, not on top of everything else

he's going through. He doesn't, he's just lashing out.

It was an accident, Robert. A simple, tragic accident.

Yes, but that's not the point. You can't blame yourself for any of it.

He was only down there because of me.

And if you'd stopped him working and he'd been out in the village

and hit by a truck, that would have been your fault too?

No, of course not.

No.

These things, Robert, are just... What? Acts of God?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

Excuse me.

They're still working on the supports.

Any idea how much longer they'll be?

I think that rather depends. Depends on what?

On whether they find any more explosives.

What? The tunnel didn't collapse all by itself.

Somebody blew it up.

'This wasn't supposed to happen, Basil.'

A man was not supposed to die. We're in real trouble here.

Actually, you're the one in trouble.

You being the one who planted the device. On your say-so!

I rather think that's your word against mine, don't you?

What are you saying?

I'm saying don't panic, keep your mouth shut

and then maybe, just maybe, I won't throw you to the wolves.

'I can't believe somebody would do something like this.'

Basil Thomas said it himself,

first the new town model, then the telephone kiosk.

What will Daf and Aled do next? Daf and Aled? Yeah.

Singing silly songs, marching round with banners - yes.

But you seriously think

they're capable of doing something like this?

I don't know what to think, Prem, not any more.

That's the God's honest truth. Winston, pass me that a second.

Thanks, boy.

The rescue boys found this.

It's Owen's. Yes.

If I could find out where those explosives came from,

it'd be a start.

I've got to check the stores again.

'You killed Owen Griffiths!'

An accident? Why do it in the first place? Why blow up that mine?

A business matter. It doesn't concern you. Business? What sort of business?

My sort, no-one else's.

Not when everyone finds out what you've done.

We'll be long gone before then. Long gone?

This is our home now. We've made plans. The new town.

There's no new town, is there?

I made you a promise, do you remember?

When you turned up on my doorstep in a blind panic,

about to be struck off.

Nowhere to go, no-one to turn to.

I promised I'd look after you and I did.

And that's all that matters.

My promise to you.

Brother to brother.

Now...

..you just sit here...

I've got to see a few people.

In a few hours, when I return, it'll all be over.

No-one's going to believe you weren't a part of this too, Robert.

You're in this up to your neck as well.

The store's hardly my responsibility, Sergeant.

No, no, I'm aware of that.

Lots of people have access to it.

And I'll be talking to each and every one of them to find out

if they've seen anything unusual lately. Unusual?

Yes, people lurking nearby. People who shouldn't be there.

Anything suspicious. Actually, I was going to mention that.

Mention what? I did see two men. Daf and Aled, I believe they're called.

They were in the store a couple of days ago.

Running away from it, in fact.

I did an inventory afterwards

and there was actually some dynamite missing as well.

Four, in fact.

You were going to mention it? What? Yes.

Why didn't you, then? Well...

Slipped your mind, did it? Better things to do, is it?

It was going to be in my report.

And the little matter of explosives being stolen from your store

didn't strike you as being serious enough to inform the police?

Only it sounds pretty serious to me!

And I'm sure you'd feel the same if you'd seen a man die

because some lunatic went and let the whole lot off!

Aled Williams and Daf Jones, was it?

Yes.

And you'd be willing to identify them? Yes.

I'd better go and see them, then.

I'll be back for your formal statement later on.

Yes, Dr Robert Thomas.

What..?

So that means he left your practice just over a month ago.

Aha.

I'm sorry, what do you mean, he didn't leave exactly?

Aha. Ah.

What kind of disciplinary matter was it?

Megan. Robert, what's wrong?

It's all gone wrong. What? I have to leave now - I just can't stay here.

Robert, what on earth is going on? Meet me at the train station.

Look, I've got you a ticket.

Please, Megan, don't let me down too.

'Whatever happened up at that mine'

has got nothing to do with those boys. You know what they're like.

They talk a lot, yes, but it's just a lot of hot air.

They're not bad boys.

Most of the time, they're just pottering around in here. Oh, Emlyn!

So this is what they call pottering, is it?

Only I call it something else.

I call it sabotage.

If not murder.

And so will the judge.

Your father wanted the best for you.

That's all this was about.

For the record, do either of you two boys know what...

..this is?

Dynamite.

"One of the suspects immediately recognised

"the explosive...

"found in his accomplice's...

"garden...shed". Look, all right.

We did use one stick of dynamite on the phone box. We didn't mean to.

We meant to blow up the sign.

But that was an accident. What about the other sticks?

What other sticks? The ones you put down the mine.

I suppose that was an accident too? We didn't put any down the mine.

Of course we didn't. We had two.

We put one by the sign and left one in the bag. By the phone box.

Something went wrong with the trail we lit.

Next thing, it was coming towards us. So we ran.

Then we realised we'd left one in the bag.

With the other stick of dynamite in it.

Next thing we knew... Boom.

You don't believe us, do you?

There's an old saying...

The first rule of policing, some people say.

If it looks like a duck...

..and if it quacks like a duck...

..chances are... Is it a duck?

And you two boys look like a pair of dead ducks to me. Wait, wait, wait.

Why would we do it, Constable... Why, Sergeant Dorkins?

We're on the side of the working man. Why would we blow up the mine?

How did we get down there to plant the bomb?

You!

Donkey.

Amphetamines.

Prescribed to Owen by Dr Robert Thomas.

What kind of doctor prescribes amphetamines

to a man with a heart condition? I rang his old surgery to find out.

He was suspended over a month ago for prescription misuse.

And he's done it again.

He was suspended, Kamini, it's criminally negligent.

And it might have a direct bearing on the cause of Owen's death too.

I need to have a word with Dr Thomas.

Oh, yes, it's perfect for a family of our size.

A lovely spot. One of the best if...not the very best.

Excuse me, ladies.

That cop's been sniffing round. Course he has.

A serious crime has been committed. He's on to us, I'm sure he is.

Did you say what I told you to say? Of course I did.

That you saw Daf and Aled run away from the dynamite store. Yes.

What happened? Well, he went off to investigate.

Perfect.

Now, will you stop panicking? Everything's going to be fine.

Have you heard? Heard what, Sian? The mine. What about it?

It wasn't a collapse, it was deliberate.

Good heavens.

Sabotage. Really? Who would do such a thing?

Daf and Aled. Really?

Emlyn's already arrested them. They're in the police station.

Prem!

I need to talk to you in confidence.

Sorry, Megan, it'll have to wait. I have to see Dr Thomas.

Actually, this is about Dr Thomas.

He just came to see me. He was in a terrible state.

He kept on saying how he had to leave, go away,

how everything had gone wrong. What did he mean?

I couldn't get anything else out of him, but he dropped these.

He needs help, Prem, I know he does.

He's in trouble, big trouble.

I wouldn't ask otherwise. Do you know where he is? No.

But I know where he will be.

Why just two sticks?

What? You took just two sticks of dynamite.

That's what you said.

Why not more?

You were there.

You were in the store.

You must have felt like kids in a sweet shop.

We didn't have time to get any more. That inspector... Graham.

He suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

We didn't expect anyone from the mine to be there.

Not at that time of night. So we just grabbed what we could and ran.

Mrs Sharma.

Pardon me. I, erm...

I was wondering if you'd had a chance

to discuss the job offer with your husband?

Only, if there are any questions you would like answering,

I'm sure I could help.

Actually, I did have one question, Mr Thomas. Fire away.

Are you aware that your brother's been prescribing unlicensed and harmful prescriptions?

That's a very serious allegation, Mrs Sharma.

I have evidence.

Perhaps you'd like to discuss this somewhere less public.

Well, I'm shocked, of course. So you really didn't know?

I'm totally shocked. If it's true, of course.

There was no doubt, according to his last practice.

Well, there we are. His last practice. What do you mean?

I know Robert's methods did sometimes attract rather a lot of,

how shall I put this, professional jealousy.

Let me show you the pills your brother prescribed, Mr Thomas.

I doubt they provoke too much in the way of professional jealousy.

Dr Thomas.

Dr Sharma. You prescribed amphetamines to Owen Griffiths.

Griffiths was my patient. That is confidential.

That medication was unlicensed and therefore illegal.

And I will be listing it as a contributory factor

when I complete the death certificate.

What's gone wrong, Dr Thomas? That's what you told Megan, wasn't it?

That you had to get away, that you couldn't stay here any longer.

Was it just to do with Owen's death or is there something else?

I had nothing to do with that. With what? That bomb.

So who did?

Who did, Dr Thomas?

Tell him, Robert.

If you know anything about what happened, tell Prem.

I could have lost my husband last night.

The father of the baby I'm carrying.

Please, Robert, tell him.

Basil would never have done anything like that.

Not if he'd have known that people's lives were at risk.

But he did, didn't he?

I assure you, Mrs Sharma, Robert is a man of integrity.

They would have had no reason to lie.

I am not saying they are lying,

but I think we should keep this between ourselves for the moment.

It is unusual, Mrs Sharma. Most unusual. I'll make some enquiries.

I don't pretend to understand the medical side of things, of course,

but I will get to the bottom of this.

You have my word on that.

Dan. What is that? Mr Thomas's file.

How did you get that? I just took it from his briefcase.

Dan, you mustn't do that. But look.

There are some things in here I don't understand.

I was liaising with the rescue people.

You're here for my statement, yes?

No.

I've come to ask you a couple of questions.

First, are you absolutely sure that four sticks of dynamite are missing?

Four. Because Daf and Aled insist they only took two.

Second question.

Perhaps you can explain where this little lot came from.

Have you got the house deeds?

Have you got my money?

I didn't sign every one, but...

..there should be enough there to serve your purposes.

The mine is not going to be a problem either.

Imagine, in a few short months, all of this will be gone.

No more slag heaps. No miserable little terraces.

Is this some kind of joke? What?

Because if it is, it really isn't a good idea.

Deliver me enough land to build my motorway, that's what I said.

And I have. No.

You've delivered me the results of a urine sample for a Miss Gina Jones.

What?

Sorry.

There has been a bit of a mix-up.

These are Robert's.

My brother.

He's a doctor.

I'll just pop back and get the right file.

We'll wait here for you, Basil, for...

..one hour.

Then we'll come and find you.

Ready or not.

Mr Thomas!

Prem.

I'm looking to Basil.

According to his brother, he was responsible for the mine explosion.

Though I'm no clearer as to why. This may explain things.

Where did you get this? Dan found it in Mr Thomas's briefcase.

There is no new town, there never was.

Find Emlyn. Tell him about this.

Tell him to get Robert.

He's at the station with Megan. I've got to find Basil.

# We've got to get out of this place

# If it's the last thing we ever do

# We've got to get out of this place

# Girl, there's a better life for me and you. #

Get your things, we've got to go!

Now!

Robert!

All these homes.

All these livelihoods, ruined.

And not for some bogus new town promise,

but for a motorway?

A grey open wound across this beautiful countryside?

It's called progress, Dr Sharma.

And anyway,

that's just a proposal.

A feasibility exercise, nothing more.

It doesn't mean it's actually going to happen.

I'm sure it isn't, now.

But that was never the point, was it?

You were merely deceiving everybody out of their deeds

so that you could line your own pockets. No.

I've been inviting people to invest, and every investment

always carries with it a certain element of risk, of course.

You also tried to make sure that the coal board would have no objections

by sabotaging the mine.

Dr Sharma, really!

From what I hear, you came pretty close. And who said that?

Actually, I was hoping that you would display

some spark of common decency and admit that yourself.

No-one said it. And no-one will, and do you know why?

Because this is all nonsense. Stuff and nonsense.

And it certainly won't stand up in a court of law.

On its own, perhaps not.

But with a credible witness...

..like your brother...

Robert?!

Dr Sharma, Robert hardly knows what day it is most of the time!

He's already told me your part in this.

Yes, well, he's sick. He's an addict.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

You really think a judge will take his word over mine?

A friend of mine died last night at your hands.

Rubbish!

You might not have been there, but he died because of you, nonetheless.

I'm not a murderer.

You're going nowhere until a court decides

whether to believe you or your brother.

I am leaving, Dr Sharma. Right now.

No, Mr Thomas. You are not.

Very well.

Let's see...

..if this changes your mind.

No, it doesn't.

Do you think I won't use it?

Because I will.

You really don't believe me?

No, I do believe you. That's the whole point.

What?

You said so yourself.

Stay where you are.

Just a moment ago. I'm warning you.

You said you weren't a murderer.

And I believe you.

Put that down, Mr Thomas.

I said, put it down!

For God's sake, Basil.

Enough.

Brother.

Head down.

Tawelwch!

Before the presentation, I need to propose a few toasts.

Sian, who graciously agreed to be my next of kin.

WHISTLING

For telephone purposes only!

And she will be taking charge of the presentation tonight.

But more importantly, much more importantly,

it's great to see Dan here.

Dad was a good man.

And remember, Dan...

..we're all family here.

ALL: Hear, hear!

You're missing all the fun in the pub.

I'm having a lot more fun right here.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aren't you going to answer that?

Are you kidding? It might be your mother!

It might be an emergency. Go on, I'll still be here.

If it is your mother,

I'm going to tell her that you've left me for that maharishi!

Dr Prem Sharma speaking.

Oh, yes, how can I help you?

I'm sorry. Could you say that again, please?

Attention! Attention!

We have now come to the main event of the evening, friends.

And I pass over the rest of the proceedings to my great friend,

Lady Sian Trefelin Davies.

APPLAUSE

Oh!

LAUGHTER

The photographer from the paper is here now,

so in the absence of a pools official,

we thought it best I do the honours.

APPLAUSE

Letter? Letter? Letter.

Oh, the letter!

"Dear Mr Joseph." That's me!

APPLAUSE

"Congratulations on your win."

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

"I have great pleasure in announcing that the jackpot this week was...

"..ten...

"..thousand pounds."

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

"As part of a successful winning syndicate...

"..with 1,000 members...

"..that makes your share...

"..£10."

£10?

10? Don't spend it all at once now, Ceri!

LAUGHTER

Well, at least I can buy everyone a drink.

CHEERING

Well, not really, because your bar tab is at least £12 already.

Can anyone lend me a few quid?

LAUGHTER

You should go double or quits.

Stick it all on England to win the World Cup next month.

I wouldn't waste my money, boy!

LAUGHTER

Everything all right?

I've just been offered a job. A job? Where?

They gave me several options,

but all of them are rather a long way away from here. Leave Trefelin?

What did you say? I said I'd tell them in the morning.

That I had to discuss it with my wife first.

So... Let's discuss it, shall we?

# I thought love was only true in fairy tales

# Meant for someone else but not for me

# Love was out to get me

# That's the way it seemed

# Disappointment haunted all my dreams

# Then I saw her face Now I'm a believer... #

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