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-# Happy birthday to you... #

-Spring 1922

-# Happy birthday little Ifan... #

-You like this, don't you?

-Dat made it for you.

-I miss Morgan, too, you know.

-How is my darling

-little Welsh lady today?

-Marcus...

-I love the way you say my name.

-Say it again.

-Marcus, your wife...

-She's out.

-I've got work to do.

-It can wait.

-See you in your room

-in two minutes.

-The workers of this land

-are suffering!

-Greedy landowners and ironmasters

-have exploited them for centuries!

-And now, greedy coal-owners

-are exploiting them...

-..trampling on them!

-..trampling on them!

-

-Rubbish!

-But the time has come, comrades.

-The exploitation must end!

-We must fight injustice, comrades.

-We owe it to our ancestors

-who worked and died like animals!

-We owe it to our children.

-We must - we will - put an end

-to this exploitation!

-Shut your mouth, Bolshie bastard!

-We refuse to be used as fodder

-by the ruling classes.

-All they want is money, profit

-and more money.

-Join the army. Kill a few Germans.

-It'll stop you talking like this.

-Fighting wars,

-killing our brethren...

-..is no answer

-to the suffering of humanity.

-Try telling that to the bloody Hun!

-What good has come of the war

-with them?

-What good has come of the war

-with them?

-

-The war to end all wars, that was.

-How do you know that?

-That's what they tell us.

-Politicians and the like.

-Politicians!

-"He was the chief of the brigade,

-And killing men was his trade.

-"His telescope was great,

-What knew he of his bayonet?"

-Good morning! And how is everyone

-at Ffynnon Oer this morning?

-Quite well.

-Just one letter for you

-this morning, Ifan.

-And lots for you -

-birthday cards, I'd say!

-From London.

-How good of his big brothers

-and sisters to remember him.

-Ifan only has one brother now, Bet.

-Yes... I'm sorry, Esther.

-One finds it hard to believe.

-Happy birthday to you, Ifan,

-and many of them.

-'Bye, now.

-"Country boy so poor,

-Why kill your brother so?

-"Men you've shot of different races,

-Without seeing their faces."

-What's that gibberish

-you're spouting?

-I am spouting poetry, my friend.

-How many faceless, nameless men...

-..were killed in this

-"war to end all wars"?

-If we must be soldiers,

-let us be soldiers for peace!

-He's a bloomin' conshie.

-A bloomin' mad conshie.

-You know what they ought to do

-with conshies - string 'em up!

-String you up, all of you. You're

-off your heads, the lot of you.

-You will want to see old Marcus

-tomorrow, won't you?

-I'll make the arrangements.

-Leave it to Marcus.

-I want your company, Martha!

-I want your company, Martha!

-

-And Dan wants my help.

-And you're choosing Dan.

-And you're choosing Dan.

-

-Yes.

-What's wrong with you?

-I have a job!

-I had two hours off to go to Hyde

-Park. Now I must pull my weight.

-If work and making money

-is more important...

-Don't be so childish.

-You're so important to me, Martha.

-You give me support

-and inspiration.

-I must have your company.

-Must?

-When you've finished

-playing around...

-..I'd like your help, Martha.

-I wasn't expecting you so early.

-Lunch isn't ready.

-I won't need much

-as I'm eating out tonight.

-I'm looking for inspiration so

-I can finish writing this speech.

-Can you think of a humorous story

-I could use?

-No, neither can I.

-Right, to the study

-to look for inspiration.

-Are they alright? I spent hours...

-Are they alright? I spent hours...

-

-They're perfect, Marged-Ann.

-Light the fire in the study,

-would you?

-You can go now, Jane.

-And tell the coiffeur to come up

-when he arrives, please.

-Oh, Jane...

-Take these to wear

-with your dress tonight.

-I couldn't.

-I couldn't.

-

-Take them!

-Thank you very much.

-Turning political then, Dan?

-Sorry, comrade.

-Marged-Ann...

-Are you alright?

-Are you alright?

-

-Yes, why?

-After all that's happened.

-Losing Morgan...

-Everything's fine.

-Have you enough potatoes?

-If you ever need to talk,

-I'm here to listen and help.

-Is Ifan asleep?

-Yes, like a log.

-Are you going to tell me?

-What?

-What?

-

-How much it is.

-That bill - it came this morning

-and you hid it in your pocket.

-What will we do, Esther?

-We can't pay that nor the others.

-Something will turn up.

-We could ask Isaac and Annie

-for a loan. Or Robert, maybe.

-No, as I said,

-something will turn up.

-And pigs might fly.

-Thank you.

-He's going to pay, I hope!

-Come on! One cup of tea?

-Tuppence, please.

-Thank you, comrade.

-Right, Miss Marged-Ann Jenkins,

-you're going out on the town.

-Yes, we're going out shopping.

-Fortnum & Mason.

-And afternoon tea at the Savoy.

-No...

-The Savoy not good enough

-for you?

-Thank you, but I'd rather not.

-Marged-Ann is the only lady I know

-who'd turn down such an offer.

-I know what we'll do. You can go

-to the famous Croeso Cafe.

-And you can stay with Martha again

-tonight.

-Yes.

-Right, go and fetch your things.

-Martha, come on.

-We haven't got all day.

-Do you want anything else?

-No, thank you.

-Right, then go home

-and take your placards with you.

-Go to hell.

-Out!

-Out!

-

-That's enough! Stop it!

-Then tell him to go home!

-Haven't you given Martha

-enough orders for today?

-Shut your mouth, bloody Bolshie!

-Stop it, or I'll phone your father

-and Uncle Robert. The police, too!

-David, you'd better go.

-You're not giving in to that bully?

-You're not giving in to that bully?

-

-David, please!

-Can I see you tomorrow?

-Maybe.

-Yes, alright.

-I'll fetch you in the morning.

-Goodbye, Marged.

-Goodbye.

-The place is empty.

-Let's forget the whole thing.

-Fine, as long as you forget

-that bloody Bolshie.

-And if I don't?

-Mam, Dad and Uncle Robert might get

-to know about the company you keep.

-And that you go gallivanting about

-during working hours.

-Maybe they should hear a few things

-about you, too.

-What do you mean?

-Money's been disappearing

-from the till lately, hasn't it?

-If you're suggesting...

-If you're suggesting...

-

-Suggesting? No, I'm telling you.

-Jane said you were up to

-the same tricks in the shop.

-Stealing from your own parents.

-Whatever would they say?

-You dare breathe a word.

-Oh, yes? What will you do?

-You'll see, my girl.

-'Bye, now.

-And good luck in the Dairy.

-Thank you.

-You're doing the right thing.

-I have no evidence that the rascal

-is stealing.

-So how can I accuse him -

-especially to his parents?

-You could suggest it.

-I know Annie, she'd rather be told.

-She'll settle the rascal,

-no messing.

-It's not going to be easy.

-Robert...

-Poor Marged-Ann.

-This sketching business

-is quite unhealthy.

-It's natural for her

-to long for Morgan.

-I'm worried about her

-bottling up feelings.

-We should tell Esther and Ifan.

-I may speak to a psychiatrist friend

-of mine - Gordon McIntyre.

-Do you think she's mentally ill?

-I think she may need help

-to get over the bereavement.

-It's a great responsibility on you.

-At least she's agreed

-to stay with Martha tonight.

-Thank goodness,

-with the St David's Day dinner.

-Let's hope it's worth the money!

-There you go again.

-Tell him, Robert.

-If we can't enjoy ourselves

-once a year... we work hard enough.

-Is business good at the cafe?

-Yes, indeed.

-Dan works hard there.

-It'll do him good.

-Don't pick on him. He's started

-shaping up recently.

-About the cafe - I wanted a word.

-The takings

-aren't what they should be.

-In fact, they're down considerably.

-How is that?

-How is that?

-

-I'm not quite sure.

-You must have some idea.

-Sticky fingers?

-It looks like it.

-I think we should speak to Daniel.

-Are you accusing my son, Robert?

-Dan runs the cafe, Annie.

-It's his responsibility.

-Mrs Jenkins!

-This man wants to speak to you.

-He's an Englishman.

-Mrs Jenkins...

-How do you do?

-I'm sorry, my English...

-I'm interested in buying

-some animals.

-I... Ifan, come here!

-My husband -

-he speak English better.

-Esther, why are you struggling

-to speak English to your brother?

-Enoc!

-How are you, dear Esther?

-After all these years!

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-Good evening, Mr Roberts.

-Mr Lewis, how are you this evening?

-Mr Lewis, how are you this evening?

-

-Quite well, indeed.

-A big night for the snobs.

-It's good to join together

-in merriment.

-You've had a difficult year.

-Poor Morgan... and little Gwen.

-But then, life still goes on.

-Right, Ifan Enoc Jenkins?

-Who's a pretty boy?

-Like your old Uncle Enoc!

-To think they named you after me -

-that's a hell of a responsibility.

-Oh, sorry!

-Uncle Enoc must stop swearing!

-Do you know how lucky you are?

-Brought up by two of the best people

-the world ever saw.

-Cinderella looks beautiful tonight.

-Don't tease her, Marcus.

-Don't take any notice of him, Jane.

-You look lovely.

-Oh, yes. We'll make a little lady

-out of you, yet.

-We'd better get going.

-Dig in!

-This is enough for a dozen people!

-If I remember rightly, you'll

-clear these plates in no time.

-I don't eat or drink as much

-these days.

-You're getting older -

-like all of us.

-Old age cometh not alone.

-What do you say, Ifan?

-Now, tell us about yourself.

-It's been a year

-since you wrote to us from Rio.

-Rio, Buenos Aires,

-up to Venezuela...

-..and the Caribbean.

-Jamaica - hell of a place.

-Sorry, Ifan.

-It's good to have you home.

-It's nice to be back,

-to catch up on news.

-Tell me, who's this lady

-Jane works for?

-Lady Orme Wilkinson.

-A widow? I'm looking

-for a wealthy lady.

-Yes, but she re-married

-a younger man.

-Damn, that's another I've lost!

-What lady could bear

-to live with you?

-Mr and Mrs Isaac Jenkins.

-Annie!

-Isaac...

-Miss Grace Morgan.

-Grace...

-Lady Orme Wilkinson.

-Lady Orme, welcome.

-Miss Jane Jenkins.

-How are you, Jane?

-How are you, Jane?

-

-Very well, thank you.

-Sir David Trehearne,

-and Lady Rose Trehearne.

-Are you sure you don't mind?

-No, you carry on.

-Why don't you have a drop, Ifan?

-Alcohol has never passed my lips -

-I'm not starting now.

-I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

-I'll be getting up early tomorrow.

-I fancy doing a good day's work.

-He's not well.

-No, I can see that.

-Everything's become too much

-for him - the farm, money...

-And he misses Morgan.

-'If you ever need to talk,

-I'm here to listen and help.'

-'You can stay with Martha tonight.'

-'Stealing, from your own parents'.

-'You dare breathe a word.'

-'Oh yes? And what will you do?'

-'You'll see, my girl.'

-Pray silence for the President

-of the London Welsh Society...

-..Mr Robert Roberts!

-David, Lady Rose,

-Ladies and Gentlemen...

-I have great pleasure

-in greeting you tonight...

-..as President

-of this honourable society...

-..on St David's Day.

-It is with great pleasure

-that I address you this evening...

-..in my capacity as President

-of our illustrious society.

-St David's Day

-holds a very special place...

-..in every true Welshman's heart.

-It is the day

-when we remember our roots...

-..and thank the Lord

-that we were born Welsh.

-"From town to town a-wandering,

-Back home I am now returning."

-It's true every word, Esther.

-I'm telling you now,

-I've finished wandering.

-I've had enough. I'm too old to go

-gallivanting around the world.

-I'm coming home, back to Brynarfor.

-Don't you believe me?

-I'm going to buy myself

-a smallholding.

-This is where I want to die,

-not on some bloody stormy sea.

-SHIP'S HORN

-Let us wear our Welshness, like

-our daffodils, with great pride.

-Thank you - and Wales for ever.

-Thank you very much, Sir David.

-Hearing your words of wisdom

-has made us all aware once more...

-..how fortunate we are to have one

-of our sons, a true son of Wales...

-..in such a position of trust

-and power.

-It is men like you, Sir David...

-..who show the way forward

-to the rest of us.

-Not only back

-in 'the old country'...

-..but wherever Welshmen are

-to be found throughout the world.

-And now, it gives me great pleasure

-to propose a toast...

-..to our patron saint.

-To the patron saint of Wales -

-St David.

-Ladies and gentlemen, a loyal toast

-to his Majesty the King.

-David, David...

-you must be turning in your grave.

-Swansea train departing Platform 2.

-Here, Miss!

-Where d'you think you're going?

-Goodnight, Robert.

-Will you be alright, Grace?

-We'll see her home safely.

-I'm sorry about this afternoon.

-I didn't mean to upset anyone.

-No... you leave Daniel

-to Annie and me.

-'Where's Morgan?'

-'They're keeping him in for a while

-to clear the infection.'

-No, I'll walk.

-'Where's Morgan?'

-I think the bastard's had enough.

-'When people go to London,

-they never come back.'

-'I'd rather die.'

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-Good morning!

-Why didn't you wake me earlier?

-Where's Ifan?

-He's milking.

-He's milking.

-

-I promised him...

-Get something down you first.

-How's your head this morning?

-Fine, that was only a drop compared

-to how much I sometimes drink.

-Martha, open this door!

-Martha!

-I must talk to you.

-COWS MOOING

-I'm busy, David.

-I'm busy, David.

-

-You understand what I'm saying.

-You're tired of living in London.

-You're tired of living in London.

-

-I hate living here.

-And you want to move on.

-Where exactly?

-I don't care. I want to travel.

-See the world.

-Very nice.

-It could be.

-Why look at me like that?

-You haven't understood, have you?

-I want you to come with me, Martha.

-Leave this dump.

-Start a new life. Just you and me.

-Because I love you.

-Listen, I'd meant

-to speak to you last night, but...

-But I was too drunk?

-You said you wanted to settle down

-to farm...

-We need help here.

-You could live here until you find

-your own place... or a wife!

-I'm too old to start chasing women.

-You said differently last night.

-You said differently last night.

-

-Then I spoke a lot of nonsense!

-We couldn't pay you,

-but I'd look after you.

-Wash your clothes,

-cook your meals...

-You don't have to answer

-right away.

-I think it's a good idea.

-You've always come up

-with good ideas, haven't you?

-Think it over.

-You don't have to answer now.

-No...

-My answer is no, David.

-That's my answer now...

-..and I'd still say no even if

-I thought it over for months.

-I'm so sorry.

-Not you, again? I thought...

-I'm leaving, brother.

-And don't worry,

-I shan't come back.

-Robert?

-Right, come inside.

-I'm sorry.

-There...

-Right, I'm going to cancel

-today's appointments.

-No, there's no need.

-We can't have you

-frightening patients off.

-Robert, who did this to you?

-Keys?

-And you taught him a lesson?

-And you taught him a lesson?

-

-Oh, yeah. One he won't forget.

-Are you feeling any better?

-You know who did this to you,

-don't you?

-And it has something to do

-with that woman.

-I know more than you think.

-I hear things, see things...

-I take all the messages.

-And it's not easy.

-Robert, I'm not sure that I can

-continue working for you.

-Why not?

-I think highly of you.

-You know that.

-But the truth is,

-maybe I think too much of you.

-Be careful with those. Make sure

-they don't tangle with anything.

-Good morning.

-Good morning.

-I'm going to read my paper

-in the summer house.

-Bring some coffee, please.

-I've said too much.

-No... I'm glad you've been

-so honest.

-You're right.

-I've been foolish...

-playing with fire.

-But it's all over, now.

-I have enough to worry about,

-between the cafe, Marged-Ann...

-Marged-Ann...

-You'd better phone the cafe

-and tell her to take a taxi home.

-PHONE

-Croeso Cafe...

-Hello, Uncle Robert.

-Marged-Ann? She's not here.

-I haven't seen her for two days.

-I left her outside the cafe

-yesterday afternoon.

-Yesterday?

-Yesterday?

-

-I was to fetch her this morning.

-We haven't seen her.

-Well? How much are we down

-this week? Tell me.

-Not much.

-What sort of answer is that?

-The takings are down regularly.

-And you say 'not much'.

-You just won't admit it!

-What?

-What?

-

-That Dan is involved.

-Just as you wouldn't admit

-to Robert yesterday.

-I'd never admit it to him.

-It's a family matter.

-Robert

-is

-family!

-He's trying to run a business -

-a family business.

-And our son is up to no good.

-PHONE

-Jenkins' Dairy...

-Robert... Marged-Ann?

-No, she's not.

-She could catch us any minute.

-She's still snoring in bed.

-Last night was too much for her.

-I must be mad.

-I must be mad.

-

-Totally. That's why I like you.

-I love you, Marcus.

-Who is it, Rose?

-Who is it, Rose?

-

-Mr Robert Roberts.

-Good morning, Robert.

-It was an excellent evening.

-I'm sorry to disturb you, Lady Orme

-- but I must speak with Jane.

-Rose... go and find Jane, please.

-There's a telephone call for her.

-Is there a problem, Robert?

-Since I've come to work here,

-my whole world has changed.

-Lady Orme is so kind.

-Like a mother.

-And you...

-Like a father?

-I've just told you. I love you.

-Working in my uncle's shop

-was such hard work.

-Just like the farm back home.

-Didn't you have servants?

-Didn't you have servants?

-

-Lots. It's so big. Acres and acres.

-So why did you come to London?

-To get out... see the world.

-Jane?

-Mary, go and see

-if she's in the vegetable garden.

-Lady Orme?

-Lady Orme?

-

-Ah, there you are.

-Your Uncle Robert telephoned.

-He wants you to call him back.

-It's your sister, Marged-Ann.

-Disappeared? What do you mean?

-Where could she be?

-Where could she be?

-

-That's just it, we don't know.

-I'll go and look for her.

-No, stay where you are.

-I'll come over to fetch you.

-She's lost.

-Concentrate on your work!

-Marged will be fine.

-Pity about the little girl

-who's lost.

-London is a terrible place

-to get lost in.

-A hell of a place.

-Good gracious! What happened? Did

-one of your patients turn on you?

-Just an accident.

-About the girl - could she be with

-friends? Or has she a young man?

-No, she has no interest.

-She's not like

-her big sister, Jane, then.

-He's always teasing her.

-But they're the best of friends.

-Shall we go, Jane?

-You will keep me informed,

-won't you?

-It's cold, love.

-It's cold, love.

-

-It can't be! I only just made it.

-I know you're worried, Martha,

-but try to be civil.

-How can I? Damn Uncle Robert!

-And damn that little Bolshie, eh?

-I never thought you'd let a man

-upset you, Martha.

-Leave it!

-Leave it!

-

-Love them and leave them, eh?

-The tigress had long fingernails,

-did she?

-I think we should go over

-to Isaac and Annie's.

-John and Lizzie are there.

-We must tell Mam and Dad.

-We must tell Mam and Dad.

-

-No, not yet.

-Off you go. I'll be fine,

-slaving away on my own.

-Yes, you will.

-And I'll be keeping an eye on you.

-Marged-Ann?

-I've just seen

-all your lovely family leave.

-There's been some trouble, Vera.

-Trouble!

-You haven't seen anything yet.

-She just left, didn't she?

-Your cousin, Jane...

-Who's that, Daniel?

-It's Jane's baby, isn't it?

-Where did you get it?

-Tell me, Daniel. If Jane's

-the mother - who's the father?

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