According to Elwyn, Sharpe has been breaking every safety regulation there is, and has been for years.

The coal dust in the mine is worse than anyone ever remembers.

(Prem) The first thing is to find out exactly how many miners have got lung disease and how bad it is.

-How?

-Simple.

Chest x-rays.

(Sharpe) I don't anyone going near that van.

Understand?

Not one miner gets his chest x-rayed.

(Owen) What am I supposed to tell them?

(Sharpe) Tell them it was my idea.

-Then they'll be against it!

-Exactly.

(Megan) There's only one reason why Dr. Sharma brought that x-ray van to our village.

To help you, all of you.

He's not a company doctor.

(Prem) We should go.

(Kamini) Leave the village?

(Sharpe) Griffiths!

I told you to get Elwyn's diary.

And I'll get it.

(dramatic music) ♪ (upbeat music) ♪ (Emlyn) You might have won last year, Ceri Joseph, but I think my little sweetheart may have a surprise or two for you tomorrow.

(Ceri) You say this every year but you never win.

-I do.

-Unless you cheat.

-Don't you start all that now.

-It's not me who starts it.

(hammering continues) ♪ (groans) ♪ (bleating) ♪ (Gina) Mr. Griffiths?

Are you all right?

-Have you seen my boy?

-Dan?

No.

(Owen) He's not with Mrs., um, Sharma?

(Gina) I don't know.

Why?

Is something wrong?

(Owen) He's disappeared.

(Gina) He's always disappearing.

That's what he does.

(Owen) No, this is different.

He hasn't gone like this before.

(Gina) Well, is he in trouble?

(Owen) I have to find him.

If you see him, tell me.

(door closes) (footsteps slowly approaching) You are looking at the new area manager for Nottingham.

Your promotion?

-It's official.

-Oh, Dickie!

I can't believe we're finally gonna get out of this miserable little village.

(boastful laugh) What about Sharma's x-rays, they're not gonna cause a problem, will they?

(Sharpe) No, the poor fool who succeeds me will have to deal with them.

-And that silly diary... -The diary, yes, a little bit of unfinished business there, but that's in hand, I think.

I think today looks set to be rather splendid.

(laughing) -Dickie?

-What?

(Sylvia) Seeing as you're a big area manager now, why don't we celebrate?

-What are you after?

-Nothing.

I just thought we'd go upstairs.

Maybe fool around a little.

(Sharpe) Sylvia!

It's first thing in the morning.

(Sylvia) So?

(Sharpe) I haven't got time for this nonsense.

(Sylvia) You never have time.

(Sharpe) I have to go to work.

(Sylvia) And you never want to go upstairs.

Why can't you just admit you've got a problem?

It's nothing to be ashamed of, Dickie.

Dr. Sharma says it happens to lots of men.

(dark music) (Sharpe) What?

♪ (Sylvia) It's normal.

And there are things you can do.

(Sharpe) You told Sharma?

♪ (Sylvia) It just sort of...slipped out.

(he smacks table) (Sharpe) You told that Indian what goes on in our bedroom?

(Sylvia) Nothing goes on in our bedroom!

(Sharpe) How dare you discuss my private life!

(Sylvia) Sorry.

(Sharpe) Who do you think you are, Sylvia?

(Sylvia) Please, I said I'm sorry.

(Sharpe) You will be.

If you ever mention this ever again, to anybody, you'll be on the street so fast, your feet won't touch the ground.

♪ (door closes) (mysterious music) ♪ -Morning.

-Good morning, Gina.

(Gina) It's good about the miners, isn't it?

-What is?

-Having their x-rays done.

Didn't you know?

Megan Evans went down the pub last night, had a good old shout at them.

She marched them all up to the x-ray van.

-All of them?

-I think so.

I'm glad I wasn't there.

You do not want to see her bad side.

I can imagine.

Gina?

Have a seat.

Your results have come back.

I'm pregnant, aren't I?

(Prem) According to the tests, yes.

Have you told anyone?

You're going to have to, you know.

I know.

You should tell your grandmother.

I can't.

She'll kick me out.

(Prem) I'm sure she won't.

That's why she kicked my mother out, 'cause she got pregnant with me.

I don't know where I'll go.

I can still keep my job, can't I?

It won't be up to me, I'm afraid.

-Why not?

-I won't be here.

Mrs. Sharma and I are going back to India.

(somber piano music) (door opens, closes) (Kamini) Oh, it's you.

What are you doing here?

(Owen) My son's disappeared.

(Kamini) When did you last see him?

(Owen) Last night, this morning... You're drunk, aren't you?

You are a father.

There are plenty of people who would give anything to have children.

What's, uh, going on?

(Owen) Dan's gone.

(Kamini) He's run away.

(Owen) I thought he might have come to you.

-Why?

-He talks about your missus... Mrs. Sharma.

I've looked everywhere, doctor.

-Have you been to the police?

-No.

-Why not?

-I can't.

(Prem) Owen, if you and Dan are in some kind of trouble, then we can try to help you, but you have to tell us what happened.

Why don't you step into my office?

Come.

(bottles clinking) (Gina) Tom?

(Tom) What do you want?

(Gina) I thought we could talk.

(Tom) About?

(Gina) Not here.

My nan.

Do you want to go somewhere?

-I can't.

-Just for a minute.

-I'm working.

-Well, when you finish.

(Tom) No, I have to meet someone in Ponty.

-Oh.

-A man from London.

What, about your singing?

(Tom) Probably won't come to anything.

-Well, can I come with you?

-No... (somber music) (engine starting) It wouldn't look right.

♪ (Owen) It's been hard, bringing up Dan on my own, and working too.

I'd have a pint and a game of cards.

(sighs) That's how it started.

But it got out of hand.

I've no idea how I lost so much.

I do.

I've seen you play.

(chuckles) Whatever you tell me in here is strictly confidential.

All right.

(sighs) There's a...

There's a Welfare Fund for the miners.

I borrowed some money from the fund to pay my debts.

(Prem) And?

I meant to pay it back, honestly.

But I kept falling behind with the rent, and Dan needed things, and... -I see.

-And then... Sharpe found out.

He's blackmailing you?

(soft music) He wants me to give him the diary.

(deep breath) If I don't, he'll ruin me.

You have Dr. Elwyn's diary?

Megan showed it to me.

♪ And I took it.

You stole it.

Sharpe forced me.

(Prem) He doesn't own you.

He does.

Owen, do you realize how important that diary is?

It's the one thing that can stop Sharpe putting more lives at risk.

If he's blackmailing you, it'll never stop.

You have to stand up to him.

Where's the diary now?

I don't know.

I had a lot to drink.

I woke up, it was gone.

♪ (clacking) (sheep bleating) (Megan) Gina, are you all right?

(Gina) Not really.

(Megan) Why?

What's wrong?

(Gina) Is Tom avoiding me?

(Megan) No, I don't think so.

(Gina) Has he said anything about us?

(Megan) You need to speak to him, Gina.

(Gina) I can't.

This is the worst day of my life.

(Megan) It can't be that bad.

(Gina) It is.

I've lost my job, my boyfriend won't talk to me... (Megan) You lost your job?

(Gina) No, but I will, when Dr. Sharma goes.

(Megan) What?

Where's he going?

(Gina) Back to India.

(Ceri) Megan?

Where do you want the rest of the stalls?

(upbeat music) ♪ (Sian) Goddess costs a bit more than the others, but it's worth it.

-Mmm.

-My granddaughter swears by it.

-And it's good for greasy hair?

-She says it is.

Lots of body?

-Plenty of bounce?

-Oh, yes.

All the girls love it.

I've only got a couple of bottles left.

(door opens, bell rings) (Emlyn) I'll take them both.

(coins clink) (door opens, bell rings) What can I do for you, Mr. Joseph?

(Ceri) Well, I'm hoping you can help me, Mrs. Davies.

I'm looking for a very good shampoo.

Uh, something a... a bit special, if you know what I mean.

(Sian) How funny.

So was Mr. Dawkins.

He's just taken my last two bottles of Goddess.

-Has he?

-Yes, just now.

-I could order some in for you?

-No.

No, no, no.

-Would you like something else?

-No.

That's fine.

Thank you.

(bell rings) (knocking) -Busy?

-Just doing some paperwork.

(Megan) Did you hear about the miners getting their x-rays?

(Prem) Yes, well done.

You succeeded where I failed.

(Megan) We succeeded, it was your idea.

(Prem) They didn't take my word for it.

I saw Owen Griffiths.

-Oh?

-He was looking for Dan.

(Megan) Oh, there's nothing new there then!

(Prem) Why did you show him the diary?

Because I thought he should know what Sharpe was really like.

-Sharpe asked him to steal it.

-Oh.

(Prem) He says he's lost it, but for all I know, he's probably already given it to Sharpe.

(Megan) But we will have the x-ray results back -in a couple of weeks.

-And they will probably tell us that some of the miners have lung disease, but it's the diary that links it all to Sharpe.

Without the diary, Sharpe gets away scot-free.

-I'm sure we can get-- -Megan, it's not my fight, it never was.

It's yours, the miners, the villagers, not some Indian doctor who happened to be passing through.

(Megan) Is that why you're leaving?

(tender piano music) (Prem) No.

But it's made me realize that we just don't fit in here.

Maybe we don't belong here.

Not everyone feels like that.

(Prem) Seems that way.

(Megan) I don't.

♪ -Oh.

-Mrs. Sharma.

(Prem) I was just telling Mrs. Evans that we'll be leaving by the end of the week.

(Kamini) Then you'll get the doctor you deserve.

(Megan) I hope you come to the fete.

You might find more friends there than you realize.

Um...goodbye.

(door opens) (door closes) (Kamini) What's she doing here?

(Prem) She just came to tell me that all the miners have had their x-rays taken.

(Kamini) Good, then the next doctor can deal with the results.

It's not our problem anymore.

(footsteps departing) Where are you going?

I think I know where to find Dan Griffiths.

-Where?

-I can't tell you.

I promised the boy I wouldn't tell anyone.

Besides, if you came with me, it might scare him off.

(door opens, closes) (sheep bleating) (Ceri) A bit over there.

-I know.

-Just do it, man.

Oh, Megan!

Megan, he's at it again.

-What?

-That Emlyn Dawkins is cheating.

-He does it every year.

-Ceri, I don't care.

(Ceri) Yeah, but, but it's not a fair contest.

(Megan) It's a beauty contest, Ceri!

It doesn't matter!

-It matters to me.

-Well, it doesn't matter to me!

There are more important things in life than this stupid fete.

(ominous music) (Kamini) Dan?

♪ Dan?

♪ Dan?

♪ (metal creaking) ♪ (water dripping) ♪ -You can't have that.

-Oh!

-You scared the life out of me.

-Give it to me.

(Kamini) You look awful.

Are you all right?

-Come here.

-No, I mean it.

(Kamini) Everyone's worried sick about you.

You're freezing.

Have you read that?

(Dan) You know I can't read something this difficult.

-You took it, though.

-So Mr. Sharpe can't have it.

I hate him.

He spoils everything.

Come on.

Let me take you home.

To my house.

(mellow music) (Dan) I wish you was my mam.

♪ (Gina) Dr. Sharma says it might be a while before we get another doctor.

Apparently there's a real shortage.

I'll be out of a job if we don't get a new one.

(Sian) And what makes you think you'll have a job even if we do get a new doctor?

(Gina) I know that job like the back of my hand, Nan.

(Sian) How long do you think you can carry on working with that?

-What?

-Were you ever going to tell me?

Or did you think I wouldn't notice?

I wasn't born yesterday, Gina.

Have you thought what you're gonna do when this baby comes?

How you're gonna get by?

Where you're going to live?

(Gina) Are you gonna kick me out?

(Sian) Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't?

(upbeat music) ♪ (keys jingling) (door unlocking) ♪ Right, then, Dilys bach.

(bleating) Right, we'll show them, won't we?

Yes, let's show them.

Time to show them, yes!

You're a good girl, aren't you?

♪ (Kamini) Go up, I'll be there in a minute.

What's going on?

I told him he could stay.

I couldn't leave him where he was.

-Why didn't you take him home?

-He won't go home.

-We're not his parents.

-So?

-And we're leaving.

-Not tonight, we're not.

Emlyn Dawkins thinks he's so clever taking that last bottle of shampoo.

(laughing) Well, there's more than one way to skin a cat.

Oh, yes.

Now then, Gladys bach.

Let's make you look beautiful.

(kisses) ♪ Calon lan yn llawn daioni ♪ ♪ Tecach yw na'r lili dlos ♪ (Sharpe) Well, I'm sorry to hear you're leaving.

I'm sure you'll be missed.

(Prem) Perhaps.

As it happens, I'm leaving myself in a few days.

I've been promoted to area manager.

Perhaps we should make a joint announcement at the fete tomorrow?

No, I don't think we'll be doing that.

Is there anything else you wanted?

No.

Right.

One more thing.

Will you be passing Dr. Elwyn's diary on to your successor?

(Prem) That's not my decision.

Ah, yes.

Megan Evans has it.

Or does she?

-I wouldn't know.

-Oh, dear.

Do I take it that that whole situation is becoming a bit tricky?

-Situation?

-Is that why you're leaving?

Did Mrs. Sharma find out about your bit of crumpet?

-My what?

-Or has Mrs. Evans tired of her little exotic fling?

(Prem) I think you'd better leave.

Perhaps she's realized how disgusted people are with her behavior.

And yours.

(Prem) Mr. Sharpe, as a doctor, it's my duty to uphold the well-being of every single person in this village, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't apply to a cockroach such as yourself.

(Sharpe) Do you think your silly little insults bother me?

Probably not.

But I wonder if being exposed for theft, perjury, and, who knows, manslaughter might wipe that smile from your face.

(Sharpe) I'd be very careful what you say, doctor.

This is Britain, our laws require proof, and unless I'm very much mistaken, without that diary, you have no proof, and without proof, you have nothing.

(Prem) You are an immoral, corrupt little man, Mr. Sharpe, and sooner or later, it will catch up with you.

Well, that's a possibility, but I'm afraid you're missing one vital factor: I don't care!

Godspeed with your packing.

(smacking arm) (footsteps departing) (door opens, closes) (tender piano music) ♪ (papers rustling) ♪ -Where did you get this?

-From Dan.

Have you read this?

-Yes.

-I never trusted Sharpe, but this...

He's getting away with murder.

It's a disgrace.

The whole world should know what he's been up to.

Come.

Let's not disturb him.

(mellow music) (Prem) What did you just say?

(Kamini) I didn't want to disturb him.

He's exhausted.

(Prem) No, no.

About Sharpe.

(Kamini) He's a disgrace.

Everybody should know what he's been doing.

(Prem) Yes.

Yes, they should.

♪ (lively music) (bleating) ♪ -Aw!

-Aw!

♪ (cheering) ♪ (Sian) Thank you.

(coins clink) ♪ (Ceri) Very nice.

Much better than I expected.

♪ (laughter) (Megan) And don't forget your tickets for the raffle.

The more tickets you buy, the more chances you've got.

All the money goes to the Miner's Welfare Fund, so if you want to support a good cause, or if you want a week in a caravan in Porthcawl, make sure you buy plenty of raffle tickets.

(car horn beeps) Um, Mr. Sharpe?

-I'd rather you didn't park... -Don't fuss, Mrs. Evans.

-It's fine where it is.

-Just move it round to the side.

(Sharpe) Marvelous job you've done organizing this.

You're becoming rather a dab hand at organizing, aren't you?

I gather you were behind that bolshie little protest the other day.

Marching all the miners up to get their x-rays done?

-Very clever.

-I'm glad you think so.

(Sharpe) It won't make any difference though, unless you can prove that someone is responsible.

Can you do that?

Because if you can't, you may as well not bother.

(Megan) Well, once we've had the x-ray results back, they're sent on to the Coal Board, then we'll... (Sharpe) What?

What do you think the Coal Board are going to do?

Breathing difficulties are an occupational hazard for coal miners.

I'll be sure to tell that to my dead husband.

(solemn music) (Kamini) Are you sure this is going to work?

-No, but it's worth a try.

-What time are you meeting him?

(Prem) I said I'd be at the fete at half past 12.

(Kamini) And you're sure he's going to be there?

(Prem) I don't know.

I hope so.

-You're not coming?

-Yes, but I'll see you there.

(Sharpe) I've been asked to remind you that the refreshment tent won't be open for the sale of alcoholic beverages until later this afternoon.

We don't want a repeat of last year's fiasco.

-Why not?

-Best fun I had all year.

(Megan) Not everyone shares your enthusiasm for a punch-up, Bryn.

-I do!

-As I expect some of you will know by now, Dr. Sharma and his lovely wife have decided to return home to their native land.

I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say what a real pleasure it's been to entertain our foreign guests.

They've brought us a delightful splash of color from their exotic country and we hope that we, in turn, have given them an instructive glimpse of the British way of life.

But the good doctor isn't the only one who will be leaving the village in the next few days.

My good lady wife and I are also off to pastures new.

It's been my great honor to serve Trefelin over the past five years and I trust that I have left the mine, and the village, in a strong and healthy state.

(Megan) The mine may be healthy, but the miners aren't.

(Sharpe) Perhaps today is the perfect time for us all to come together as a community and bury the hatchet.

(Megan) I know where I'd like to bury it.

(Sharpe) Let's all enjoy the day.

(Dafydd) Dr. Sharma?

Dafydd Lewis, Pontypridd Observer.

-We spoke on the phone.

-Oh, yes.

-Thank you for coming.

-How can I help?

(Prem) There's something you should read.

Come with me, please.

...declare the Trefelin annual summer fete, open.

(applause) (Ceri) Where'd you learn to cook this?

(Sian) I just picked it up.

It's not that hard, really.

Basically, it's just a cawl.

You can get everything you need for this in my shop, apart from one or two swanky spices, but you don't really need them.

It's much the same with or without.

Pop in the shop sometime, I'll give you the recipe.

(Ceri) Good.

-Shw mae, Ceri?

-Hello, bach, shw mae?

Oh.

Megan's doing a fabulous job organizing this fete.

(Sian) Shame she can't organize that useless stepson of hers.

(Ceri) Tom?

He's all right.

I heard he's gonna sing for us later.

(Sian) About the only thing he's good for.

(Gina) Nan, can you just take over for a minute?

I just don't feel well.

(Sian) You should've thought of that before, shouldn't you?

It's no good crying to me now.

You can have another helping, if you like.

On the house.

(Dafydd) Where did you get this?

The previous doctor hid it in the surgery before he died.

(Dafydd) These are his notes?

(Prem) No, a friend translated it for me.

This is damning stuff.

If even half of this is true, then Mr. Sharpe has a lot of explaining to do.

Then you have to publish it.

(Dafydd) Whoa, it's not that simple.

I need more than just this.

On its own, it's worthless.

-Worthless?

-Yes.

Unless there are men willing to come forward and confirm what it says in here, then it's just hearsay.

If it's even true at all.

(Kamini) But...why would these men lie?

People lie for all kinds of reasons, Mrs. Sharma.

That's the first thing you learn in my business.

Most of the time they don't even know they're doing it.

You could find them, interview them?

I could try.

But there's no guarantee they'd speak to me.

It might not be worth all the time and effort.

You can't let Sharpe get away with this.

(Dafydd) You overestimate me, Dr. Sharma.

The Observer's just a small paper.

And it may not be just Sharpe.

And if it isn't just him... Look, these are powerful men with friends in high places.

-You're frightened.

-Yes, I am.

And you should be too.

They could make life very unpleasant for you, unless you can prove what's in this diary.

(mellow music) ♪ What if...

I brought you a witness?

(birdsong) (clears throat) (Sharpe) Griffiths.

What do you want?

-I need more time.

-You haven't got more time.

Either I get that diary today or I let everyone know that you're a thief.

(Owen) Don't do this to me.

(Sharpe) Stop sniveling, Griffiths, and get on with it.

(bleating) (Emlyn) This is your doing.

-Where's Gladys?

-Never mind Gladys.

Where's Dilys?

(Sharpe) Well, this is something our colonial cousins certainly know how to do.

Really good.

In fact, I'd venture to suggest that it's the best thing they've ever done for us.

Not like that awful muck you served up when the Sharmas came to dinner.

(Sylvia) Thank you, Dickie.

So nice to know you appreciate me.

(upbeat music) (Sharpe) What did I say?

(bleating) Go on!

♪ (bottles clinking) ♪ (pouring) ♪ (groaning) ♪ (Gina) Thank you for helping today, Nan.

(Sian) I didn't do it for you.

I did it for the shop.

(Gina) When do you want me to move out?

(Sian) What?

(Gina) You said you wanted me to move out.

(Sian) You don't half talk rubbish, Gina.

(Gina) What do you mean?

(Sian) You think you're gonna be able to find a place of your own?

Who's gonna pay for it while you're looking after that?

-I don't know.

-Then stop talking nonsense.

(tender music) (Gina) So you're not gonna kick me out?

(Sian) I made that mistake once.

I'm not gonna make it again.

But if you think I'm gonna wash out nappies, get up in the night, and run around buying endless presents, you've got another thing coming.

I had enough of that nonsense with you and your mother.

(Gina) You won't have to, Nan, I promise, I'll do everything.

(Sian) Yes, well, you say that now.

Get off.

I still think you're a stupid little girl who should have known better.

(Tom) Is this on?

Hello, sorry.

(Sian) You'd better tell him.

(Gina) I can't.

I don't know what to say.

(Sian) Well, think of something.

He needs to know.

Even if he is useless.

(Gina) I've tried.

(Sian) Just talk to him, Gina.

Try not to make all the mistakes your mother made.

(indistinct announcement) (applause) (Dafydd) Mr. Griffiths, it's important you understand.

Some of the things it says in this diary are shocking.

It's amazing Sharpe was allowed to get away with this for so long, that no one's come forward-- (Owen) I know what it says in the diary.

I've seen it.

-You have?

-Yes.

(Dafydd) Do you know any of the men who talked to the old doctor?

(sighs) -Would they speak to me?

-I don't know.

(Dafydd) What about you?

Did you know all this was going on?

Could you give me some details?

Back it up?

I'm not sure.

(Dafydd) Would you put your name to it?

(Prem) Mr. Lewis, would you give us a moment alone, please?

(Dafydd) Sure.

(indistinct announcement) Even if we weren't leaving, you couldn't stay here forever, Dan.

-I could come with you.

-No.

Why not?

Because Dr. Sharma and I aren't your parents.

You have to go back to your dad.

I don't want you to go.

I know.

(tender music) I'll never forget you, you know.

Me neither.

I got you a little something.

♪ (box opens) ♪ Come on.

Let's go and find your dad.

(Owen) If I do what he asks, Sharpe will ruin me.

(Prem) He's already ruining you.

Just look at yourself.

(Owen) You don't know what it's like here.

You don't know what will happen to me.

(Prem) Can it be any worse than what's happening to you now?

You--you made a mistake.

Admit it.

Pay the money back.

Accept the consequences.

(Owen) The miners are my friends, the only friends I've got.

If they find out I stole from them... (Prem) At least be a friend to them.

Come clean.

You're a miner, a shop steward, a socialist.

(sighs) If you can't make the right decisions, then we're all lost.

(children laughing) (Owen) You can't ask me to do this, doctor.

(Prem) You know more about Mahatma Gandhi than I ever did, Owen Griffiths.

But I do remember one thing he said.

Fear has its uses, but cowardice has none.

Just listen to what Mr. Lewis has to say.

I'll leave you two alone to speak.

(applause) (fete announcer) Ladies and gentlemen, the highlight of this summer's fete, the sheep competition is being judged over by the sheep pen... (bottles clinking) (Prem) Megan.

(Megan) Prem.

(Prem) Can we talk?

(Megan) Yes.

I'm sorry about this morning... (Megan) No, I'm the one who should be sorry.

For letting you down.

I was an idiot for losing that diary.

-It doesn't matter.

-No, please let me have my say.

I've always been the outsider in the village.

You're the first person who's been there for me.

You've helped me without judging.

You've made me feel good about myself.

-Megan, I... -No, please.

I know you have your reasons for going, and that's none of my business.

But I can't let you go without letting you know how much you've meant to me.

Oh, Megan.

I wouldn't have lasted five minutes here if it wasn't for you.

-Really?

-You've given me a purpose.

Reminded me of what it felt like to be alive.

(gentle music) You'll miss us, you know.

(Prem) I'll miss you, you know.

♪ Please don't go.

♪ (Gina) Megan!

Megan.

♪ Oh.

Oh, hello, doctor.

Sorry, Megan.

Everyone's looking for you.

It's Emlyn Dawkins and Ceri Joseph.

(Prem) The sheep contest.

(Megan) The sheep contest.

♪ (applause) (Emlyn) This is your doing, Ceri Joseph.

-No, it isn't.

-Yes, it is.

Every year-- (Ceri) No, it's not, it's you at fault!

It's always-- -Boys, behave!

-There you are, Megan.

Tell him he's not gonna get away with it this year!

(Ceri) What do you mean not getting away with it, Emlyn Dawkins?

(Megan) All over a couple of sheep.

(groaning) (Sharpe) Sylvia?

What are you doing in here?

Sylvia?

You're drunk.

I haven't even started yet.

(Sharpe) What do you think you're doing?

There are people out there.

(Sylvia) "Ooh, there are people out there."

What's the matter, Dickie?

Are you afraid they'll see your "good lady wife" isn't so perfect after all?

Or maybe it's you who isn't perfect.

-Give me that.

-No.

(Sharpe) You're going home.

(Sylvia) I'm not going anywhere with you.

-Sylvia!

-Leave me alone!

(Sharpe) Stop it!

(groaning) Don't make me slap you, Sylvia!

(microphone feedback) (Sylvia) Why would I want to go home with you?

You're not even a real man.

I could have had any man in this village.

They all wanted me.

-The rugby player?

-Shut up, Sylvia!

(Sylvia) The miners can't keep their eyes off me.

The pop van boy?

The one with the hair?

I had to fight him off!

Even the doctor fancies me.

Every man in this village fancies me, except you!

Fancy anyone calling you Dick.

That's a joke.

(laughter) (upbeat music) (clicks) (laughter) -You need a hand, Mrs. Sharpe?

-It's not a hand she needs.

(laughter) (Bryn) Come on now, Mr. Sharpe.

-No hard feelings.

-Steady on, Bryn.

That's a bit stiff!

(laughter) ♪ (Prem) Mr. Sharpe.

What would you say to the accusation that you've been risking men's lives to make your mine more profitable, and for years have been lying to your workforce and ignoring their safety?

(Sharpe) You aren't seriously gonna believe anything he says?

And I should remind you, Dr. Sharma, to be more careful with accusations in a country in which you are a guest.

(Prem) I'm not making any accusations whatsoever, Mr. Sharpe.

I'm merely relaying the words of my predecessor, Dr. Elwyn Thomas.

(Sharpe) Elwyn was an obsessive, senile old man who had no idea what was going on in my mine.

(Prem) But there are men who do, Mr. Sharpe.

Men who have firsthand experience of what goes on in your mine.

(Sharpe) Who?

What men, Dr. Sharma?

(grim music) You don't seem to have much support.

Basically because you are not one of us.

(Owen) I'll support him.

Every word in that diary is true, and there's a lot more that Elwyn didn't know.

(Sharpe) That man is a thief and a drunkard.

If you want to know how much he's to be trusted, ask him where the missing money from the miner's benevolent fund is.

(Owen) It's true.

Do whatever you want with me later, but don't let this liar get away with it.

(Sharpe) I don't have to listen to you.

(Dafydd) Then perhaps you'd be prepared to answer to the press, Mr. Sharpe.

Dafydd Lewis, Pontypridd Observer.

What do you say to the allegations-- (Sharpe) All this lung disease nonsense has got nothing to do with my mine!

They just smoke too much.

(Megan) All this is a joke to you, isn't it?

Well, it isn't to us.

More men are gonna die because of you!

(Sharpe) Sylvia!

(mellow music) ♪ You don't deserve what I did for your mine.

None of you!

(door opens) ♪ (engine starts) ♪ (Owen) Dan!

Where have you been?

Come here!

(laughter) ♪ (Megan) Sometimes when you've found someone you think you could be really happy with... Well, it's just not meant to be.

(sniffles) (Gina) But I love him.

(Megan) I know.

I think he loves you, too, in his way.

(sniffles) What happens if he goes away and I never see him again?

♪ (Megan) I don't know.

(cheering, applause) ♪ (Gina) Someone once told me that if you want something really badly, you have to go out and get it.

♪ (Megan) Maybe they're right.

♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ (upbeat music) ♪ (Tom) Come with me.

(Gina) On stage?

-No, to London.

-I can't.

(Tom) Us two, together.

Taking on the world!

Why not?

What's stopping us?

-I'm pregnant.

-Tom, come on, come on.

♪ (Tom) ♪ Whenever I'm with you ♪ Something inside ♪ ♪ Starts burning ♪ -Care to dance?

-♪ And I'm filled with desire ♪ ♪ Stop this, got a hold on me ♪ ♪ Is this the way love's supposed to be?

♪ ♪ It's like a heatwave ♪ ♪ Burning in my heart ♪ ♪ I can't keep from crying ♪ ♪ It's tearing me apart ♪ ♪ Whenever you call my name... ♪ (Kamini laughing) (Prem) You'll miss him, won't you?

(Kamini) Yes.

(Prem) I'll miss all of them.

I hope they'll be okay.

(Kamini) Why wouldn't they be?

(Prem) Well, if the x-ray results are bad, a lot of these men and their families are going to suffer terribly.

(Kamini) I don't suppose we'll ever know.

(Prem) No.

We could always wait until the results come back.

-What?

-It'll be a couple of weeks.

One or two months, maximum.

(Kamini) Prem, you're impossible!

♪ (Tom) ♪ Sometimes I stare in space ♪ ♪ Tears all over my face ♪ ♪ I can't explain it ♪ ♪ Don't understand it ♪ ♪ I've never felt like this before ♪ ♪ Now this kind of feeling's got me amazed ♪ ♪ Don't know what to do, my head's in a haze ♪ ♪ It's like a heatwave ♪ ♪ Burning in my heart ♪ ♪ It's like a heatwave ♪ ♪ Burning in my heart ♪ ♪ It's like a heatwave ♪ (cheering, applause)