(collective gasp) (Basil) The new Trefelin.

A bigger and a better new town to be built right here, right where we're standing, in place of the old.

-A supermarket, fancy that!

-Well, I'll buy you one when I win the pools, doll.

(Aled) We've got to do something bigger.

(whoosh of flame) Something that will really hurt his stupid new town.

I'm pregnant, but I don't want to be.

(Prem) Does Emlyn know?

No.

I'm on sick leave, thanks to you.

Make the most of what you've got, 'cause pretty soon, we're not going to have the money for the roof over our heads.

Trust me, Mr. Graham.

One way or another, you will close that mine, or your life won't be worth living.

(soulful pop music) ♪ (groans) ♪ Can I offer you a lift, Mr. Griffiths?

(Owen) Why?

Do I look like a man on his last legs to you too, do I?

-Not at all.

-I've years of work left in me, but try telling that to Dr. Sharma.

He wants to put me out to grass like one of Ceri's old mares.

(chuckling) Do you know what I think?

That he needs his head examined?

I think you need a second opinion.

From Dr. Thomas.

My brother.

(door opens) Here, jump in.

♪ (radio clicks off) (tablets clink, fizz) (door opens) Kamini, I know, I'm sorry.

The lab are on the phone.

They said you called them about Owen's test results.

(Basil) Robert!

(running footsteps) Ro-bert!

Wakey-wakey!

(curtains rattle open) Basil... (Basil) Come on, get up.

I wasn't asleep.

I was getting in touch with my inner self.

Yes, well...

I need you to get in touch with Owen Griffiths.

Griffiths?

Just come across him sounding off about our Indian doctor.

Seems he's got a bee in his bonnet about Griffiths' health.

Wants him to give up work.

I said you'd take a look at him, give him a second opinion.

I don't think I should be telling a sick man that he's well.

He's the mine foreman, Robert.

You get him on our side, the whole of that pit could follow.

I can't abuse the trust of my patients.

(Basil) Yes, but you haven't actually got any patients yet, have you?

He's a soul in need, Robert.

A simple villager trying to do the best for his family.

A man in need of a good doctor.

And just because he isn't in the first flush of youth, Dr. Sharma's trying to pension him off.

But he's not the doctor you are.

He hasn't got your imagination, your way with patients, your touch.

Or your pills.

A couple of those, and Griffiths will be a new man, you know he will, even if your last practice didn't quite see it that way.

But here's your chance to prove them wrong and begin your new practice.

Yours, Robert, yours and no one else's... (shoes clatter to floor) ...with a real success story.

Now, get dressed.

I'll bring him in.

Oh, there was a call for you.

Someone called Graham.

Graham?

Did he leave a message?

(Robert) Just said he could fix it.

He's going to find you in the hall later.

Good.

(Robert) Is there a problem?

No, no problem, chop-chop.

(unsettled music) (Prem) How soon will the final results be ready?

Please, just get them to me as quickly as you can.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

(Kamini) Still no news?

The sooner I get the results, the sooner I can actually start treating him.

But, um... it's not looking good.

♪ (Owen, breathlessly) Dr. Sharma, he doesn't understand.

You tell a man he's fit for nothing but the knackers' yard, and that's where he'll be, before you can write a sick note for him.

(coughing) You've some pills, your brother was telling me.

Some sort of miracle pills.

Miracle pills?

From what he was saying.

They're not exactly a cure for everything.

Let me try them, at least.

For a trial period, say?

♪ (softly exclaiming) (whimsical music) ♪ (whistling "You Are My Sunshine") (keys jangling, door opening) (sniffing) (tense music) ♪ (whimsical music) ♪ (Sian) Whip and Lick.

Our Gina's favorite.

(telephone rings) Won't be a moment.

Telephone.

Hello.

Trefelin Stores.

(unintelligible caller) No, Ceri Joseph does not live here.

Who is this?

(unintelligible reply) Sorry?

What pools?

Oh!

Can you hang on a minute?

I'll take this in the back.

♪ Won't keep you long.

♪ (Daf) Doc.

(Prem) Daf?

Have-- Are you wearing make-up?

(Daf) It's for the fancy dress.

Fancy dress?

(Daf) The Revolutionary Party of the South Wales Valleys' May Day ball.

But it's July.

(Aled) Not once the revolution comes.

Then every day will be May Day.

Come on, byt.

Right.

Oh, yes, you can tell me.

I'm Ceri's next of kin.

(unintelligible caller) (quirky music) Sorry.

Can you say that again?

(caller continues) ♪ Could have been an accident, I suppose.

-A what?

-An electrical short, maybe.

(Basil) Sergeant, this is arson!

You don't need to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out who's behind it, either.

Those two rebels without a clue, Daf and Aled.

If you don't believe me, just take a look at the fat one.

He's out there right now, prancing around like Danny La Rue.

Thank goodness it didn't take hold.

You know... this really is something, isn't it?

♪ That's the new school.

(Emlyn) Is it?

(Basil) Cut above the old one, eh?

(Emlyn chuckles) You know, I used to stand in our playground looking out over the village, dreaming that one day, one day, I'd do it.

(Emlyn) Do what?

(Basil) What I wanted to do more than anything else in the whole wide world, Emlyn.

Make my father proud.

He cast a long shadow, Emlyn.

Gave Robert and myself a lot to live up to.

Well, like all fathers, I suppose.

(Emlyn) Mine was the village bobby before me.

(Basil) Fine man.

Big shoes to fill.

But if our fathers were here now, I believe they'd want more for us.

To live bigger, better, somehow.

Do you know what I see, Emlyn?

When I look at this... (mysterious music) (Emlyn) A toy car and a toy house?

(Basil) The future.

Our future.

Maybe yours, too.

(upbeat, flirty music) ♪ (shop bell dings) (Kamini) Has my special order come in?

(door closes) Sian?

From Cardiff.

Oh, I don't know, Mrs. Sharma.

Do you want to have a look?

(Kamini) You haven't unpacked yet?

(Sian) I haven't had time.

-Special occasion, is it?

-Hm?

The, uh, makeup.

This isn't makeup, Mrs. Sharma.

This...is war paint.

(rousing, shuffle-style music) ♪ (shop bell dings) (clattering) (frustrated groan) (approaching footsteps) Is this a good time?

Uh...don't mind me.

Don't worry.

Kamini was all fingers and thumbs too for the first few months.

I had to go around clearing everything out of the way.

If there was a chair, she'd bump into it.

If there was a vase, she'd knock it over.

It's, uh, it's normal.

Well...

It's normal to have doubts, too.

(Megan) Oh no, I don't have doubts, not like that, Prem, no.

Not about the baby.

(Prem) That's good.

That's good!

(melancholic music) ♪ (cheerful music) ♪ (Ceri humming, vocalizing) (mooing) ♪ Ceri!

(door slams shut) Oh!

Sian!

I've been thinking about you, Ceri.

Have you?

Now, I don't approve of gambling, as you know, but I was so moved by all you said about treating me, if ever, by any slim chance, you actually won anything.

I meant it, every word.

And so...

I want to show you just how grateful I am.

Oh?

Tomorrow evening?

My place?

Best bib and tucker.

(sultry music) (mooing) ♪ (Megan) It's just... ...gray, Prem.

(melancholic music) Every time I look forward... ♪ Everywhere I look, I see gray skies.

♪ Gray town.

♪ And when I think of the future, I see the baby, of course I do.

♪ But I don't see me and Emlyn.

♪ Tell me what to do.

♪ -Oh, yes.

-Ooh!

(Basil) Much better.

Are you thinking of trading up, Sian?

(Sian) Well--and strictly between me and you, I'm considering a new business proposition.

(Basil) To be honest with you, I never thought your original choice totally befitting, not for the lady who's about to run the most successful supermarket this side of Cardiff.

(Sian giggles) -Shw mai?

-Ti'n iawn, achan?

(Basil) Mr. Griffiths!

-And how are you feeling now?

-How do I look?

-Well.

-Well?

Top of the world.

(Sian) Someone's started early today.

Haven't touched a drop.

Just been to see my new doctor, that's all.

Dr. Robert, complete miracle worker.

Feel 20 years younger.

All that time going to see Dr. Sharma, getting nowhere.

Feeling worse every day.

Five minutes with Dr. Robert, and I'm like a spring lamb again.

Just think, Sian, if he could do all of that for me, what he could do for you.

Now then, let this new man see this new Jerusalem of yours.

Ahh!

(Daf) String.

(soft, suspenseful music) Check.

Gobstopper.

(Aled) Oh.

What's that doing in there?

♪ Lighter fuel.

Check.

Aled.

What is all this?

Last night was...

Painful?

It was last night.

But tonight... ♪ Tonight's the big one.

(music become strident) (Owen) Dr. Sharma!

Doctor!

(Owen breathes heavily) (Prem) Owen.

I've been chasing up your blood test results.

(Owen) There's no need for that, Doctor, not any more.

But I do want to say, no hard feelings.

You've been a good friend to the family, and I'll always be grateful.

And Mrs. Sharma, she's been like a second mother to my Dan.

So I hope you won't hold it against me.

(Prem) Hold what against you?

(Owen) That I'm with a different doctor now, Dr. Robert, up at the manor house.

(Prem) Owen, we're in the middle of your tests.

You can't just do something like this!

(Owen) But I'm within my rights, aren't I?

-Yes, of course, but... -So if you could make sure that my records are passed on to my new doctor?

Thank you.

Thank you!

(unsettling music) ♪ (soft, suspenseful music) ♪ (matchstrike, hiss of flame) ♪ (hissing fizzles out) (Daf) Shouldn't something have happened by now?

(Aled) Aww, don't say it's gone out.

(whimsical music) (flag rippling in wind) (sizzling hiss) (explosion) (shattering, clattering) ♪ (upbeat, exotic music) ♪ (rooster crows) (Basil) Well, this was definitely not an accident.

(Emlyn) So I think it's probably fair to say that what happened to your display was no accident, either.

(Basil) Terrorists in Trefelin, Sergeant Dawkins, and we both know who's to blame.

Those malcontents, Daf and Aled.

(Emlyn) I think it's probably time I had a word.

(Basil) We can't have saboteurs destroying our plans, Emlyn.

The people of Trefelin will have justice.

♪ Excuse me, Sergeant.

(Megan) So why haven't you?

(Robert) Why haven't I what?

(Megan) Married.

Come on, it's all been about me since you got back.

What about Robert?

(Robert) I haven't met the right woman, I suppose.

(Megan) Or too many of the wrong ones.

(he chuckles) (Robert) No surprises there, I guess.

Not like you.

(Megan) Me?

(Robert) Megan's still here.

That's a surprise.

I thought she'd have left years ago, and... Megan's married the local bobby.

That's a surprise, too, I didn't expect that.

Still, at least Megan's happy.

Oh, hang on a minute.

I'm not so sure about that.

So, what's the truth about Megan?

And what's really wrong right now?

(Megan) I think I'll probably get back.

(tender music) -Five minutes.

-What?

(Robert) Just give me five minutes.

What for?

I'll show you.

♪ (Basil) What time does the last shift finish?

(Graham) Seven o'clock.

I'll go down there an hour or so before.

The whole place is closing for maintenance anyway.

If anyone asks, I'm just doing a couple of safety checks.

(Basil) They'll be too busy dreaming of a whole weekend off to worry about you.

(Graham) I'll do my best to make it look like an accident, of course, but I still can't guarantee it won't look like sabotage.

(Basil) I don't care if it does.

Might teach a couple of people a lesson.

Our two freedom fighters, Daf and Aled.

You just do what I paid you to do.

Let me worry about everything else.

(soft, tense music) ♪ (Megan) Robert... Robert!

(Robert) That's one thing that hasn't changed.

(Megan) What?

You'd always say it, even when we were kids.

"Robert, stop!

"Don't push me any higher!"

(laughing) So I'd stop, and you'd say... (Megan) Don't!

(Megan squeals, laughs) Ohh... Robert, um, I know all I said... but I am happy with Emlyn, really.

I am.

If you say so.

I do.

Just makes it all more strange, that's all.

(Megan) What does?

(Robert) That you've a husband you're happy with waiting for you at home.

And you're here with your old boyfriend.

♪ (knocking) (Sian) Dr. Sharma.

Can I have a word?

(Prem) Of course.

I'll be in the surgery later, if there's a problem.

(Sian) That's sort of the point.

I've decided it would be best if I have a Welsh doctor in future.

(Prem) Oh.

(Sian) Dr. Robert, in fact.

(Prem) Ah.

(Sian) Well, we are going to be living and working together in this new town of theirs before long.

Fellow founding residents, in fact.

So, uh...

I think it would be best.

(pills rattling) (door closes) Ha!

There you are.

I've got some news, Dan.

News that's going to change our lives.

Go on, open it.

I've bought that house in the new town for us.

What about our house?

We're going to have a new one now.

I don't want a new one.

I like this one.

But you'll like the new one a lot more.

This was Mam's house.

(Owen) If your mother was here, she'd feel just the same.

What happens when you can't work anymore?

But I can work!

Dr. Robert says I can work.

In fact, I'm going in for the afternoon shift right now.

Dr. Sharma said you shouldn't.

I told Dr. Sharma I'm as fit as a flea.

-But that's not true.

-Dan!

I'm not listening to another word.

Understand?

(dramatic music) (door slams) (clock ticks) ♪ (vehicle approaches) (car door opens, closes) (Emlyn) Megan!

(door opens) (Megan) Emlyn, we need to talk.

(Emlyn) Not now--I've got something to show you.

(Kamini) Penny for them?

That's what Sian always says when someone looks far away.

Penny for your thoughts.

Although I'd pay rather more for Sian's right now, she's acting very strangely.

(Prem) I know.

She's decided to leave the surgery and join Robert Thomas.

(Kamini) Sian?

Why?

(Prem) I don't know.

(Kamini) You know Sian.

She'll be back.

Owen's left the surgery too.

Oh.

(Prem) They're not the only ones.

It seems that new Trefelin wants a new doctor.

A Welsh doctor.

This is our home, Kamini, these people are our friends.

All of a sudden it feels like I'm living on a different planet.

I'm still with you.

(soft music) (Emlyn) Well...say something.

(clock ticks) (Megan) How dare you.

(Emlyn) What?

How dare you, Emlyn!

But...this is one of the biggest houses.

I haven't stinted here, you know.

How could you go behind my back like this?

It's got central heating and everything!

Why would you even think of making a decision like this without talking to me first?

-I thought you'd be pleased.

-Pleased?

That you'd presume to know what I want?

Where and how I want to live?

But this is the future, Megan!

Yours and mine!

(clattering crash) Megan!

We're man and wife, Megan!

(door slams) (melancholic music) (door slams) (exclaims) My demob suit, 1946.

(farmyard noises) Matching handkerchief.

Ah, well, well, well.

Hat.

Hat!

(chuckling) Right, let's see.

Oh!

(sighs) Kamini, that was... (Indian music plays) Samosa?

And... ♪ (Prem) Lassi!

(Kamini) And... ♪ (he laughs) (Prem) Where on earth did you find fresh mango?

(Kamini) It's what we used to have when we were courting, remember?

(Prem) We used to go to that little shop just off Connaught Place... the Maharaja... (Kamini) Maharaja's...Coffee Emporium.

(Prem) Coffee Emporium.

(Kamini) And the last time we went there, we had... (laughing) (Prem) Balushahi!

(Kamini) Balushahi.

♪ (Prem) That night that we had the balushahi... that was the first time... (Kamini) First time...what?

(Prem) You know, first time...

I'd ever had balushahi.

(Kamini) First time for me too.

(Prem) That was some night.

(Kamini) Yes, it was.

♪ (cheerful pop music) ♪ (soft puff) (knocking at door) ♪ (Sian) Ooh, Ceri, come through.

Now, I've a rather special starter and cawl for the main.

I hope that's all right for you.

(Ceri) I brought you a Babycham.

(Sian) Babycham?

(Ceri) Unless you prefer beer?

(Sian) I've bought in some wine.

(Ceri) Wine?

(Sian) Mateus Rosé.

It's all the rage in London, according to Basil.

They're all drinking it up there.

Decant it for us, will you, Ceri?

I'll just check on the dessert.

(playful music) (suspenseful music) ♪ (miner) You can tell there's a holiday coming when our gaffer makes an appearance.

(laughter) ♪ (Sian) Mm!

What do you think?

It's a bit fruity, isn't it?

(Ceri) Tastes like pigswill to me.

(Sian) Oh, Ceri!

Am I fighting a losing battle here?

(Ceri) What?

(Sian) Trying to give you a taste for the finer things in life.

(Ceri) Oh, I wouldn't say that, Ceri bach!

(he chuckles) (Kamini) I remember something else about that night.

(Prem) What, balushahi night?

(Prem exclaims) Me too.

Oh...the moonlight.

Not the moonlight.

(Prem) The crickets singing in the trees.

(Kamini) Not the crickets!

-Was I on a diet?

-No!

It was the first time we actually...talked.

That we could get married, have a family.

Could do as we pleased, and no one could stop us.

(soft music) ♪ Come on.

Where to?

If we're going to talk, we'll be much more comfortable lying down.

♪ (Ceri) What is it?

(Sian) It's a fondue!

You dip things into it.

Go on.

Pick something, anything you fancy.

-Ohhh!

-(Sian screams) Now, Ceri, now, I'm not saying no.

-Good.

-And I'm not saying yes.

-What are you saying?

-I'm saying a girl likes to be wooed.

-Wooed?

-Wooed.

(Ceri) How do you "woo"?

(Sian) That, Ceri, is for you to find out.

(chuckling) ♪ (chuckling, slurping) ♪ (telephone rings) It's all set.

I've given the last of the miners a good hour to get out.

(approaching footsteps) Then up it goes.

So, that would make it... -Eight o'clock.

-Good.

No mistakes.

(knocking at door) -It might be a patient.

-Then they can call back, on surgery hours.

(knocking persists) -It might be an emergency.

-No!

(knocking) (Prem) I promise, if it's...not a patient and not an emergency, I will get rid of them, I promise.

(Kamini) Prem... (knocking continues) (Prem) It might be some desperate soul in real need.

(Kamini) I know how they feel!

(knocking) -Emlyn!

-Oh... Am I pleased to see you!

(Prem) And, uh...and I'm...here.

(Emlyn) Something terrible's happened.

(Prem) Something medical?

(Emlyn) What?

Oh, no, no, no.

(Prem) An emergency?

(Emlyn) Well...no, not exactly.

(Prem) In that case... Megan's thrown me out.

(door slams) (Prem) What?

(Emlyn) We had a row.

(Prem) About...something?

(Emlyn) Well, to be honest, I'm not sure.

And I'm sure it'll blow over, but, uh... in the meantime... Can I stay here tonight?

(strident chord) -Oh, Emlyn... -Oh.

Prem...

Thank you, Prem.

Thank you!

You've been such a great friend to me.

(Prem) I... -Shall we?

-Yeah.

(miners banter, bell rings, clatter) (suspenseful music) ♪ (ticking) ♪ (Prem) Kamini...it's Emlyn!

(Kamini) Yes.

I heard.

(Emlyn) I'm not interrupting your tea, am I?

(Prem) No.

No, no.

We were just moving on to dessert.

(Emlyn) Oh... Well, that's good.

Because I had a big dinner.

That looks interesting.

(Prem) Oh, that's balushahi.

Try some.

(Emlyn) Oh... (soft music) (indistinct conversations) (suspenseful music) ♪ (Owen) Oh!

Oh... -What's wrong?

-Just a second.

♪ (miner) Owen?

♪ Have a drink, have a drink.

(gasping) My pills--get my pills.

♪ (miner) Dan, telephone.

Call the medical room, tell them Owen has collapsed.

♪ (ticking) ♪ Mmm...

This is lovely.

Really lovely.

This wasn't some kind of special occasion, was it?

(Kamini) No, no.

Not at all.

Just like every other night in the Sharma household.

(soft music plays) (Prem) What, uh... what is the problem, Emlyn, if I'm not intruding?

(Emlyn) It's the New Town.

Or at least the idea of us swapping our deeds for a place in the New Town.

What's wrong with your old place?

Well, I thought it was a good idea.

(Kamini) Those houses look lovely to me.

Megan doesn't agree.

Actually...neither does Prem.

And what Prem says, goes.

Kamini... (Kamini) Where we live, what we do.

Prem decides everything.

(Prem) Um, I'm sure that Emlyn knows that you have opinions of your own, Kamini.

(Emlyn) Oh, yes.

Yes, of course!

(Kamini) What Emlyn doesn't know is that they're not always listened to.

(Emlyn) Ah.

(Prem) Kamini does like her little jokes.

(Kamini) Well, I've nothing else to do, have I?

(Prem) That's hardly true.

(Kamini) Oh, I forget-- there's the housework, the cooking and cleaning.

(Emlyn) Well...you'll have a fair bit to do before long, from what Basil's been telling me.

Oh?

(Emlyn) Congratulations.

I'm very pleased for you.

Well, the new job.

Running Dr. Robert's medical practice.

Basil's told me all about it.

(telephone rings) Well!

It seems that you are perfectly capable of making some decisions without asking me.

(Emlyn) Um...shall I answer that?

Now all the pieces fall into place.

What this has all been about.

The dressing up.

The fancy food, the... adolescent seduction techniques.

All just to soften me up!

How dare you say that?

You go around being perfect Prem, with your "please love me" charm, when you never actually listen to anything I say.

I have tried to talk to you.

But nothing as trivial as family could ever interest you.

Not when your precious patients are there to be considered.

Mummy said, "Be loving and sweet and maybe he'll listen," but I knew that was never going to work.

(laughs sarcastically) (Prem) Of course!

Your mother had to be involved!

This has her meddling fingerprints all over it.

-Prem... -Go on, Prem.

Run.

Someone else whose needs are far more important than your wife's.

(Emlyn) It's the colliery, Prem.

Owen's collapsed.

He's in a bad way.

Owen's not my patient anymore.

They know that, but they can't find Dr. Robert anywhere.

(tense music) ♪ I'll get my things.

(Emlyn) I'll come with you.

It's the least I can do.

(Kamini) And I'll make up Dan's bed.

(Emlyn) Oh, thank you, Kamini.

For Prem!

♪ (clock ticks) ♪ (door clatters) ♪ (ticking) ♪ (breathing fitfully) ♪ (Emlyn) Thank you, boys.

You can go home now.

Doctor's here, he'll see to Owen.

He'll be fine once we get him up to the surface.

♪ Ah, Prem...

I don't understand.

One minute I'm fine, the next... Don't worry, Owen, you don't have to, that's why I'm here.

Okay.

♪ (clock ticking) ♪ How is he?

(Prem) He'll be better once we get him to the surface.

Better still once we get him to hospital.

You take one arm, I'll take the other.

Okay, Owen, come on.

-That's it.

-(Owen groans) ♪ Easy, easy... (Emlyn) Take your time.

Take your time.

Take your time.

♪ (clock ticking) ♪ (ticking) (miner) Most of the boys are out already, I think... ♪ -Hurry up, boys!

-Closing time.

(Emlyn) Easy, easy... (Prem) Sit back, sit back, sit back.

♪ -Last one.

-Come on, boys, hurry up!

♪ (miner) Come on, boys, come on!

Last one!

♪ (door slams shut) ♪ (clock chimes the hour) ♪ (dull rumbling) (eerie music) ♪ (stones clattering) ♪ (Ceri) I just want ask you to know how to woo a lady.

-Woo?

-Woo.

-It's not too late, you know.

-For what?

(Robert) For you and me to be together.

-I've got something to tell you.

-What?

(Sian) You've won the pools!

(Kamini) We're trying to locate my husband.

He went to see Dan's father at the mine last night.

(Basil) Dr. Sharma went to the mine last night?

(Kamini) Yes.

With Sergeant Dawkins.

You haven't see him, have you?

(Basil) No.

(Kamini) Megan!

Have you seen Emlyn today?

(Megan) I was gonna ask you that.

(Basil) Graham, you idiot.

Didn't you check?

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

(dramatic music) (upbeat theme music) ♪ (bright music)