Solomon a Gaenor

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-Who's that?

-The old Jewboy

-from across the mountain.

-Morning, Dad.

-Dad, wait! Bastard!

-Come on, you women.

-Take the big one.

-My back is playing up.

-It's my turn to use the tub first.

-Be fair, Dad.

-Those who drink

-forfeit their rights.

-Let him be.

-Would you like to see

-some cottons we have?

-Shall I start again fresh?

-Thank you, missus.

-Mam said Saturday...

-..but don't lose it

-or she'll put the dogs on you.

-I'll take great care of it, darling.

-Tell your mother not to worry.

-Did you have a good day?

-Didn't we have more gaberdine?

-We have customers over the mountain.

-I didn't sell it.

-Wait here, I'll warm the soup.

-They lost their packman.

-Solomon can go.

-How can I concentrate

-with him braying like an ass?

-You have a tongue, Solomon.

-Sort it out yourself.

-Stinking little fish!

-May God forgive you.

-Finish those accounts. Tomorrow, your

-father needs you out selling cotton.

-Thank God.

-No, thank you very much.

-What've you got there then?

-What've you got there then?

-

-Cottons. Samples. D'you want to see?

-We used to have a packman.

-Cohen, he was called. A Jew.

-Lived poor.

-Died a rich man, they say.

-You aren't one, are you?

-You aren't one, are you?

-

-No.

-You don't look Jewish. Go on then,

-show us what you've got.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-

-Good morning.

-Can I interest you in any cloth?

-Cottons, cloths, linen?

-My mother isn't here.

-She buys the...

-I could give you a sample.

-I'm sewing this afternoon

-for Mrs Evans.

-She wants dresses for the girls.

-Sunday wear.

-They must be strong.

-They hand them on.

-This is strong. Pretty for girls.

-The other one is more for you.

-Keep it. Show it to your mother.

-She doesn't have to buy it

-if she doesn't like it.

-No, really.

-Keep it. I mean it.

-It'll look lovely on you.

-Alright, then.

-I'll take this to Mrs Evans.

-Right, I'll see you next week.

-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.

-What's this?

-It's for Mrs Evans. For the girls.

-I'm making up some dresses for her.

-And this?

-Nothing.

-Just something the new packman left.

-It might suit Bronwen,

-don't you think?

-Yes, mother.

-Yes, mother.

-

-It's no use for chapel, though.

-You wouldn't have the use of it.

-Be careful. Some of these packmen...

-..talk the hind leg off a donkey.

-..talk the hind leg off a donkey.

-

-Yes, father.

-Send him packing next time, eh?

-Yes, Dad.

-Solomon, we've finished. Come home.

-In a minute.

-Let's get away

-from this goyische place.

-It's late. It's a long way back yet.

-Wait here. Interfering little sod!

-Good morning.

-How are you today?

-How are you today?

-

-Very well, thank you.

-I'm very well, too, thank you.

-Come in.

-Mrs Evans would like the cotton

-for the girls.

-Here's the pattern.

-One is eleven and one is eight.

-Allow room for them

-to grow into them.

-Let's see.

-She'll need three and two.

-Five yards.

-At seven pence ha'penny a yard.

-Three and a penny ha'penny.

-Call it three shillings.

-Alright. I think.

-You're not from this area, are you?

-You're not from this area, are you?

-

-No. Across the mountain.

-I grew up mostly there.

-My parents are... English.

-My parents are from

-Llanfihangel-y-Creuddyn.

-In the countryside.

-They used to farm.

-"The wicked...

-"..are like the troubled sea,

-when it cannot rest...

-"..whose waters cast up

-mire and dirt."

-"There is no peace, saith my God,

-to the wicked."

-Isaiah. Chapter fifty-seven...

-..verse twenty-one.

-I liked your singing.

-Get away. It's the others, not me.

-It was you up there, was it?

-What about the other cotton,

-the one for you?

-Aren't you going to take it?

-Aren't you going to take it?

-

-No. No, thank you.

-It's very nice.

-It's very nice.

-

-Go on, take it. Why not?

-I can't. Really.

-Let me see how it looks.

-Let me see how it looks.

-

-No.

-No, thank you.

-I'm sorry.

-It's alright. There's no obligation.

-Sleep well.

-Goodnight, Mother.

-You needn't come in. Mrs Evans says

-to call at her place for the money.

-Would you like to come out?

-< I've got something to show you.

-< I've got something to show you.

-

-I can't. I have work to do.

-Another time? Sunday.

-I'm in the chapel in the morning.

-I help at Sunday school

-in the afternoon.

-What's your name?

-Gaenor.

-Pretty name.

-Don't be silly.

-That's it, then.

-What's your name?

-What's your name?

-

-Sam.

-Sam Livingstone.

-< After Sunday school. Four o'clock.

-I won't have long.

-Whisky's the pick-me-up...

-That lets you down.

-Who was the famous explorer

-who was a total abstainer?

-Doctor Livingstone.

-Come on, John bach, you don't want

-to miss your instruction.

-Now, then...

-..all together.

-Long may temperance be our leader...

-And long may Wales be pure Wales.

-If we take drunkenness

-as our leader...

-Wales will become

-a darkened Wales.

-I'm sorry.

-It's alright.

-I wasn't sure you'd come.

-There was an explorer

-called Livingstone.

-A missionary. Teetotal.

-Are you related?

-Not that I know of.

-Open it.

-Sam. It's beautiful.

-I think it will fit.

-We can adjust it.

-It's very well made.

-I can't take it.

-I can't take it.

-

-Of course, it'll look good on you.

-My sister's in grammar school.

-We have to pay for books, uniform.

-We have to pay for books, uniform.

-

-It's a gift.

-It's too nice.

-Don't be daft.

-I'd better go home.

-Look at me.

-What will people think?

-How can we as Jews begin to

-understand this British nation...

-..which we have made our home?

-Where have you been?

-Uncle's long started.

-If we do not understand the works of

-the great author, Charles Dickens?

-Solomon, you remember Auntie Sadie?

-And cousin Naomi?

-Oh, no.

-There's a welcome. Aren't you

-going to offer me a cup of tea?

-Gaenor. Who is it? >

-No one, father.

-The butcher. He's gone.

-Go back to sleep.

-They can't hear us here.

-How are you? How was the dress?

-Fine. Fine.

-Both of us.

-Can I... could I see it?

-On you.

-Check the fitting.

-Don't be mad, Sam.

-You'll get me lynched.

-It fits perfectly.

-Another time.

-Yes, another time.

-Wait there a minute.

-Don't peep.

-Here I am.

-What?

-You look lovely.

-Quick, get out!

-Where were you?

-I went for a walk.

-They had stones this time.

-It isn't Russia here.

-Just a few stupid children.

-Not everyone is bad.

-Children they may be.

-But who puts these thoughts

-in their mind?

-I'll find out who it is.

-I'll talk to their parents.

-Don't go stirring up trouble.

-A goy is a goy.

-Not all are bad. Of course not.

-We have many

-respectable people here.

-They are not our people, that's all.

-They are different.

-Different ways.

-When you have a shop,

-you'll see more.

-To him who wishes to defile himself,

-the doors are open.

-To him who wishes

-to purify himself...

-..aid will be given.

-I'll talk to them! Leave me alone!

-Simeon ben Lakish.

-You should learn it.

-Where did you get it?

-From the packman, Dad.

-I'll pay for it.

-I'll do extra work for Mrs Evans.

-There won't be any extra.

-Not with a strike coming.

-You want to earn some money

-whoring now?

-No, Dad, no.

-Take it back.

-Get your money back.

-I can't.

-Not now.

-I want it.

-Let her keep it, Idris.

-The money is spent.

-Let her keep something for once.

-May the love of our Lord

-Jesus Christ...

-..and of the Holy Spirit

-be with you now and forever.

-Amen.

-I'll slip off. Only for half

-an hour, to see the boys.

-Here comes your beau.

-Sorry, I can't stop, Noah.

-Will you be coming to the meeting?

-I just sing.

-I'm no good at organisation.

-You must come.

-We could use your help and support.

-I'll see what I can do.

-I clean on a Thursday.

-I'm sure we can arrange something.

-God bless you, Mrs Rees.

-You know how much Gaenor

-means to us here.

-Is there something

-I should know about?

-No, mother.

-You were short with Noah.

-Is there something going on

-between you and the packman?

-He'd better come to tea on Sunday.

-Your father will want to meet him.

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-There you are.

-You can find your own way to school.

-What about those boys?

-What about those boys?

-

-You'll manage.

-You had me worried to death.

-This is Sam.

-This is my father - Idris.

-How do you do, Mr Rees?

-This is my wife. Gwen.

-My son. Caradoc. My daughter.

-Bronwen. She's at grammar school.

-My youngest son. Thomas.

-Pleased to meet you.

-How many sugars?

-Two, please.

-Your father's an engineer?

-Yes.

-Yes.

-

-Gaenor told us.

-In the mines?

-In the mines?

-

-The railway. >

-He travels a lot.

-Didn't he want you

-in the grammar school?

-A man can ask an honest question.

-He did. Very much. But sitting

-behind a desk didn't suit me.

-I like to be doing things.

-Gaenor says

-it's a shop you're after.

-Give the boy a break, man.

-He isn't proposing to her yet.

-No. He gave her a dress.

-I did, Mr Rees.

-You don't buy nothing with it, mind.

-I'm sorry about father.

-That's the way he is.

-He speaks his mind.

-How are you, Gaenor?

-How are you, Gaenor?

-

-Hello, Ceridwen.

-This is hopeless. Come on.

-Careful. It's muddy.

-Where are we going?

-What if someone sees us?

-Alright. I'm alright now.

-Goodness. I couldn't bear it.

-We can go back now.

-I had to know you were there.

-I'm here.

-I'm hungry.

-You'll have to wait.

-It's not far now.

-You should have asked somebody.

-They won't eat you.

-Ask these two.

-Do you know where this is, please?

-It's my uncle. Lansky. Lansky.

-He's right out of his way.

-He needs to go back down the hill

-and right at the bottom.

-It's a walk over the mountain.

-You tell him.

-Back down the hill.

-Turn right at the bottom.

-Over the mountain. It's far, far.

-Are you a Yid?

-What did he want?

-Where do you think they come from?

-They're well out of their way.

-Italy, perhaps.

-Jewboys. Probably got a pile

-of money stashed away on that cart.

-Too far to get there tonight.

-Time to go home, Gaenor.

-They'll be wondering where you are.

-See how warm it is.

-It's cosy up here.

-Look at you, you're cold.

-I used to come up here

-when I was little. With Bronwen.

-We used to play house. And a game

-we made up called pit pony.

-I was the sick pony.

-Bronwen brought me medicine

-to make me well again.

-So I could carry her around.

-I've brought you something.

-To make you well.

-Wait a minute.

-Don't look.

-I suppose

-you get a lot of packmen here.

-I did have a boy before.

-We were engaged to be married.

-He had an accident. Down the mine.

-An explosion.

-He wasn't killed.

-Just...

-My parents wouldn't let me

-marry him after that.

-Said he couldn't keep me.

-What's going to happen?

-I don't know. We'll get married.

-That dress has turned your head.

-Has he asked you?

-He needs me.

-I know he does.

-What about the chapel?

-What about Noah?

-Mother won't manage without you.

-You coming to the meeting?

-Let me know what happens.

-We're being squeezed

-like lemons, Crad.

-We stand together on this agreement

-or we go down together.

-You do the meetings, Dad.

-Call me when the action starts.

-What's your favourite passage

-in the Bible, Sam?

-We're not really a Bible family.

-Oh, but you must have a favourite.

-I used to like Jacob's dream

-when I was a boy.

-Genesis. Chapter twenty-eight,

-verse twelve.

-"And he dreamed."

-"And behold a ladder set up

-on the earth...

-"..and the top of it

-reached to heaven...

-"..and behold the angels of God

-ascending and descending on it."

-"And behold the Lord stood above it,

-and said...

-"..I am the Lord

-God of Abraham thy father...

-"..and the God of Isaac."

-"The land whereon thou liest...

-"..to thee will I give it,

-and to thy seed."

-You aren't like the other boys.

-Boys around here.

-You listen to me for a start.

-You're even different down there...

-..from Crad, anyway.

-The birds can keep a secret.

-When do I get to meet your parents?

-My father's away.

-It's not a good time.

-Couldn't I meet your mother?

-Couldn't I meet your mother?

-

-She isn't...

-She isn't well.

-I'm used to visiting the sick.

-I visit the sick all the time.

-We're poor.

-Maybe he's ashamed of you.

-He's not like that.

-His family might be.

-If he loved you enough...

-..so what?

-Gaenor!

-I nearly had your hand then.

-You wouldn't make a fool of me,

-would you, Sam?

-Of course not.

-Put your arms around me.

-"..the love

-that will faithfully last."

-I want to meet your family, Sam.

-I want to make it right.

-No point in going anywhere

-in this, bach.

-Come with me.

-Good friends are allowed

-a quiet drink on a dark, rainy day?

-I'm not a big drinker.

-You'll have a pint with me seeing

-as how you're courting my sister.

-Let me.

-Let me.

-

-You'll have your chance.

-This is Sam, boys.

-He's friendly with our Gaenor.

-I thought you should meet him. We're

-usually underground when he calls.

-We don't get much of a chance

-to look him over.

-How are you?

-How are you?

-

-Alright.

-This is my butty. Wyn.

-The one who needs a wash is William.

-Bleddyn, Rhys and Huw.

-Drink up, boys.

-Put that away.

-Plenty more where that came from.

-Finally, the King found a solution.

-"Let us eat the wheat

-and become mad like the others.

-"But before we eat it...

-"..we will each make a knot

-in our belts.

-"Whenever we gaze upon the knot

-in the future...

-"..at least we will know

-that we are mad."

-Good one, Sam. A bit beyond me.

-Rhys, tell us the story

-about the girls in the factory.

-I've got to go. It's getting dark.

-Hold on, brother.

-We were just getting to know you.

-Walking across the mountains in

-the dark is what we do all the time.

-Let the lad go, Crad,

-if he wants to.

-Look at his hand.

-The hand of a man

-who sells women's things.

-Compare those two now.

-They tell a story.

-David and Goliath.

-Got your sling ready, boy?

-She's not your type, is she? Really.

-Let's face it. Enough is enough.

-Crad.

-'Bye, Sam. Mustn't keep you.

-Say goodbye, boys.

-Cheers, Sam.

-I went to see Manny. You know Manny,

-used to work in the iron foundry.

-He's in the pits now.

-I stayed late to try

-and avoid the rain but...

-Gaenor!

-Yes, mother?

-I'm going out to see Mrs Williams.

-Don't forget the potatoes.

-And the bread, ready for baking.

-No, mother.

-Those pigs need a clean out too.

-Alright.

-If they vote for a strike,

-you can say goodbye to him.

-Are you feeling alright, Gaenor?

-I'm fine. Really.

-You can talk to me.

-As a friend. I want to help.

-I'm past helping, Noah.

-Don't involve yourself.

-I'm alright.

-I'm just tired, that's all.

-What's the matter?

-We can be more careful,

-find another place.

-Is that all you think about?

-Is that all you want,

-all you think I want?

-I want...

-..this.

-I want what we have.

-And that's all?

-Nothing else?

-Is this what you want?

-Just this?

-Because you can have it any time.

-No problem.

-Any time you want.

-Gaenor...

-Gaenor...

-

-No.

-I know what you want me to say.

-I thought you were different,

-Sam Livingstone.

-Maybe I am different.

-With your soft words.

-Too good for me, is it?

-Or just having a good time.

-There's nothing to you.

-Nothing to you at all.

-Stand up...

-..Gaenor Rees.

-A member of this congregation has

-a charge against you.

-Gaenor Rees is with child.

-She has been fornicating

-with a stranger.

-Is this true, Gaenor Rees?

-Remember, if you bear false witness

-in God's house...

-..his punishment will be greater.

-It's true.

-I am with child.

-Shame on you, Gaenor Rees.

-You were an example of goodness

-to the young...

-..but now, the stench

-of deceit and evil is about you.

-The trust those children

-placed in you, our trust...

-..has been polluted.

-May God punish you accordingly.

-You will leave this chapel now.

-You will not sully this chapel

-with your presence for six weeks.

-From the fellowship,

-you are banned forever.

-You are in the hands of your family,

-the family you have betrayed.

-May God lead you to true repentance.

-He's got to marry her.

-You won't keep that baby otherwise.

-You know that, don't you?

-Don't you?

-I'll make him marry her!

-I'll make him marry her!

-

-She doesn't want him, Idris.

-She has her pride.

-Leave her alone.

-Pride?

-Pride be damned.

-You fool.

-Who will have you now?

-Gaenor?

-Go away.

-She doesn't want to see you.

-Can I talk to her?

-She doesn't want to see you.

-She doesn't want to know you.

-Go now!

-If Crad sees you, he'll kill you.

-Go and don't ever come back.

-Don't try to write.

-She'll not get the letter. Never.

-Give her these at least. Please.

-It's the strike. No one has money.

-No one wants glass.

-If it breaks,

-they stuff it with paper.

-Don't be disheartened.

-Keep going around.

-Be a familiar face.

-Take cheap stuff.

-Darning material. Threads.

-Be generous.

-Let people know they can trust you.

-In a strike, there is frustration.

-Hardship brings out the devil

-in people.

-Don't let them say

-the Jews keep away.

-It will all be over soon.

-Then you will have a shop...

-..and customers.

-Yes, Dad.

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-Get him, boys!

-This'll teach you to mind

-your own business, English bastard!

-If we catch you here again,

-it's the end for you!

-You're lucky we stopped Crad from

-coming out. He'd have killed you!

-Don't come back, do you hear?

-Don't ever come back here again!

-You can start going

-to the chapel again now.

-It's not the fellowship

-but it's something.

-There's more holes

-than there is wool in these heels.

-You can't hide your disgrace

-from God.

-I need to go.

-I can't hold it in like I used to.

-You.

-I have to talk to you.

-Go away.

-It's hard enough already. Go away.

-Don't go in. Please.

-Don't go in. Please.

-

-Let go of me.

-My God.

-My God.

-

-Don't be a fool.

-Get off me.

-You're having a baby.

-You're having a baby.

-

-Forget it.

-It's no business of yours.

-You shouldn't have come.

-< Gaenor. Are you alright?

-Coming, father.

-Come and say a prayer

-of thanksgiving.

-We're going back to work.

-Did we win?

-We didn't lose. Put it that way.

-Don't look at me. Go to sleep.

-Go to sleep, I said.

-Why did you leave your tassel

-in the wall?

-"Each generation shall put a tassel

-on the corner of their clothes."

-I will not speak to you any more.

-I will not speak to you any more.

-

-So it was you.

-It isn't so simple.

-Prayers make it all so simple.

-It isn't like that.

-The miners had to go out on strike

-because they got nothing for it.

-If not for the strike

-they would have less than nothing.

-Why is it always a Friday night?

-Please, God,

-there will be peace now for a while.

-There are too many children

-going hungry.

-They come in here

-with worthless junk...

-..and it's hard

-not to give them something.

-It's for you.

-You weren't easy to find.

-I'll be back soon.

-Aren't you going to invite me in?

-Sam? Is it? Solomon?

-How is your mother?

-Still sick, is she?

-Where are we going?

-Are you still ashamed of me?

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Why didn't you tell me?

-

-Because...

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Why didn't you tell me?

-This.

-Your life. Your real life.

-You don't understand.

-You were keeping yourself from me.

-I could feel it.

-Was it a game? Is that all?

-I couldn't see

-how to put the pieces together.

-They won't accept you.

-It's a rule with them.

-Like iron.

-They'd cast me out.

-And you?

-Do you accept me?

-I think so.

-I'm going to the country, to my

-father's family, to have the baby.

-Then, it'll be taken away.

-Why did you come here?

-I don't know.

-When I saw you,

-I stopped hating you so much.

-I had to find out.

-Talk in your language. The

-language you used to your family.

-You really want me to?

-Seriously?

-You've got to sit down with me.

-We'll go away somewhere.

-Not yet. I'm not sure of you yet.

-Bring a towel, girl.

-Give me a good rub now.

-It'll all be over soon, won't it?

-Good girl. Fetch my shirt, will you.

-Just a bad dream.

-Take it easy.

-You'll scare that baby out

-before its time.

-Let it come now.

-That would save a lot of trouble.

-What are you talking about?

-We were just getting on our feet.

-The docks are out

-and the railway boys.

-There'll be no coal moving.

-We're like puppets on a string.

-We'll be back where we started.

-Why are you killing yourself?

-Out all hours.

-If no one is buying,

-stay home a bit.

-Stay home a bit.

-We know how to be poor.

-We will survive.

-Gaenor?

-No!

-No! No! No!

-Nice seeing you, you dirty bugger!

-I can't stay.

-It's getting very difficult.

-Father and Crad

-are around all the time.

-Everyone's very edgy.

-No one knows how long it will last.

-I understand.

-I understand.

-

-I'll go away with you.

-Thank God.

-As I am now, I can still walk

-a good distance. I can work.

-The longer we leave it,

-the harder it will be.

-I can be ready in a day.

-On Saturday night,

-everyone will be out.

-I can meet you behind the house.

-I'll be there.

-I have to go.

-Your favourite customers

-will have a round on credit.

-The day this lay-off's over,

-you'll be rolling in clover.

-Sorry, Crad. Boys.

-Why are we breaking our backs if we

-can't get a drink when we want to?

-Something's not right.

-I heard a Jew landlord in Tredegar

-put up a collier's rent...

-..the minute the strike was over.

-Families have debts to pay.

-I don't see the rent coming down,

-now we're laid off.

-Seems to me

-some people only get richer.

-Bless me, too, Father.

-Bless me, too, Father.

-

-What?

-Include me in your blessing. Please.

-It's for children.

-You're not a child any more.

-I'm your son.

-I'll always be your son.

-It's for a child. You're an adult.

-Let that be the end of it.

-Philip is past his Bar Mitzvah.

-Thank you, Mama. Thank you, Papa.

-We have no milk for the children,

-no feed for the animals.

-We cannot nourish the sick,

-and here...

-..yes, even here,

-in this citadel of coal...

-..we cannot give warmth

-to our elders.

-Our working people

-have created the wealth.

-And our working people

-are suffering...

-..while others grow fat

-on the proceeds...

-..of our shame.

-Go home and board up your shop.

-Last night, there were riots

-in Tredegar against the Jews.

-They are afraid tonight

-it might spread here.

-Shops were looted. Dozens.

-And some houses, too.

-You should find somewhere else

-to stay.

-Surely you aren't taking it

-seriously? This isn't Russia.

-For God's sake, be quiet!

-They mustn't know we're here!

-Thank you. It's very kind of you.

-It's no trouble. I only hope

-it passes off quietly.

-Pray for peace.

-Solomon, how long

-do you think we are staying?

-My wife is praying too.

-Try and get some sleep.

-'Bye, love, see you later.

-Crad! Come on!

-Come on, boys!

-You don't know.

-You don't know anything.

-Don't set yourself up as God.

-Don't be a fool.

-Do you want to be killed?

-Let me go, for God's sakes!

-Can't you see what they are doing?

-We will lose everything.

-You see what they are like.

-No, you are wrong. Don't say that.

-Do you think I don't know

-what's going on?

-I know every house in this valley.

-I know what they are saying.

-Tell me it isn't true.

-Get off me. It's my own life.

-You can't control me.

-If you go with this girl,

-you will be dead to us.

-We will say Kaddish over you.

-Police!

-Solomon?

-Help me with this lot, will you.

-Help me, will you!

-Got to hide them.

-It was you!

-You've sinned against God!

-They didn't touch the books.

-See? God is good.

-They didn't harm the books.

-Look!

-888

-My darling Gaenor.

-They told me that the post

-is running again in the valleys...

-..so I hope this letter reaches you.

-I expect you heard

-we lost everything in the riots.

-There is talk of compensation, so

-perhaps my parents will be alright.

-I lost more than everything

-that night.

-I hope you weren't angry with me...

-..after you read the newspapers

-and realised what happened.

-I am kept virtually a prisoner here.

-Working morning 'til night.

-Saturdays in the synagogue with

-Uncle Menasseh, then back to work.

-I have no money of my own.

-But somehow, I will come to you.

-I don't know how, but I will

-be there before our child is born.

-I hope you still want me.

-Pray to your God...

-..pray we can be together again

-and I will pray to mine.

-A letter for Gaenor.

-What shall I do with it?

-I'll make sure

-it gets to the right place.

-Try writing to me at this address.

-I miss you terribly.

-Solomon.

-I am sorry for your trouble.

-I can't tell you where he is.

-He won't be coming back here.

-If you...

-Translate for me.

-Excuse me for saying this.

-You have yourself

-made this situation.

-Don't make Solomon to rescue you.

-Don't ruin his life.

-I love him.

-He loves me.

-Maybe she wants money.

-No, please!

-I don't want money.

-I don't want money.

-I am sorry, my dear.

-I can see that you are

-an honest girl.

-I am glad that Solomon

-found an honest girl.

-You'll get over it.

-You will both get over it.

-Love...

-..when you are young,

-love comes and goes.

-You have a long life to live yet.

-It will heal.

-I wish you... happiness.

-You and your child.

-Understand?

-He is your grandchild.

-Don't you understand?

-He is no grandchild of ours.

-He is a mistake.

-He is not our grandchild.

-Will you give him a message from me?

-No.

-Be good. I know you will be.

-Go inside. No need to make a fuss.

-You'll catch a cold out here.

-It'll be alright.

-My dear Solomon,

-your girl has gone away.

-You will never see her again.

-It's a good thing.

-You would never have been happy.

-You will stay in Cardiff.

-For a boy like you, there are more

-opportunities in the big city.

-Uncle Menasseh is happy

-to keep you on.

-I hope you express your gratitude

-to him often.

-Work hard.

-I know you will succeed.

-Your ever loving mother.

-Where's Gaenor?

-Nowhere you'll find her.

-Where's Gaenor?

-Where's Gaenor?

-Where's Gaenor?

-Where's Gaenor? Where is she?

-Where's Gaenor?

-Where's Gaenor?

-I've a mind to kill you now.

-I've a mind to kill you now.

-

-Where's Gaenor?

-But I won't.

-But I won't.

-

-Where's Gaenor?

-Those words would haunt me

-for rest of my life.

-Where's Gaenor?

-She's in Llanfihangel.

-Our aunt's place.

-Don't ask me to write it down

-for you because I can't.

-Llanfihangel...

-I didn't hear anything. Did you?

-No.

-You're awake.

-Thank God.

-Here, let me.

-Don't leave me now.

-By this ring...

-..you are married to me...

-..in holiness

-according to the law...

-..of Moses and Israel.

-Hello, Sam.

-Hello, my little princess.

-How are you?

-Cold.

-Better?

-No.