(crowd gasps) (Basil) New Trefelin, a bigger and a better new town, to be built right here, right where we're standing, in place of the old one.

She doesn't want to be with me.

That's what's making her sick!

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

(soft, tense music) (Robert) It's not too late, you know, for you and me to be together.

(Megan) What?

(Sian) You've won the pools!

Ten thousand pounds!

(Basil) This new town, Sian, it's an absolute gold mine.

All they have to do to secure a deposit for a brand new house is hand me the deeds to their old property and they'll be sitting on a small fortune.

This was Mam's house.

I don't want a new one.

Dan!

I'm not listening to another word.

-Come up!

-You must come now!

(shouting) (debris falling) ♪ (mellow music) ♪ (colliery siren) ♪ (man) Boys!

Boys!

Somebody's got to help me now!

Come on, all ya!

Come on!

♪ (Emlyn) Prem?

Yeah, it's Emlyn.

They've found Owen.

Yeah, the rescue boys are making the tunnel safe now.

Yeah, they'll bring him up soon.

I thought you might want to be here.

♪ (Prem) Yes, I understand, yeah.

♪ I'll be there shortly.

♪ Thank you.

♪ Well, that was Emlyn.

He's at the mine.

(Kamini) Owen?

(Prem) They haven't brought him up yet.

(Kamini) The rescue team have been there for hours.

(Prem) They have to make sure that the tunnel is absolutely safe first.

I have to get back there.

There are formalities to complete.

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

You deserve better than this life I've given you and I'm going to make it up to you, I promise.

(Kamini) I've got you.

That's all that matters, Prem.

(Dan) This is all his fault, isn't it?

-Who?

-Dad.

I hate him.

(Prem) Dan... (Kamini) Leave him to me, Prem.

(Prem) I don't want him thinking like that, not on top of everything else he's going through.

(Kamini) He doesn't, he's just lashing out.

I think we both know that.

You didn't speak to me for weeks when Rani died.

But it passes, all that...anger.

(soft music) It'll be the same for him, and then he'll heal.

♪ Like we did.

♪ (Robert) Is this my fault?

-What?

-What happened to Griffiths.

What makes you say that?

(Robert) He wouldn't have been down that mine if I hadn't given him those pills, pills that you practically begged me to give him!

(Basil) Griffiths rather did the begging himself, from what you told me.

It was an accident, Robert.

A simple, tragic accident.

Yes, but that's not the point.

You can't blame yourself for any of it.

He was only down there because of me.

And if you'd stopped him working and he'd been out in the village and hit by a truck, that would have been your fault too, would it?

No, of course not.

No.

These things, Robert, are just... What?

Acts of God?

(Basil) In a manner of speaking, yes.

(tea cup clatters) Excuse me.

(soft, tense music) (Emlyn) They're still working on the supports.

(Prem) Any idea how much longer they'll be?

(Emlyn) I think that rather depends.

(Prem) Depends on what?

(Emlyn) On whether they find any more explosives.

♪ (Prem) What?

(Emlyn) The tunnel didn't collapse all by itself.

Somebody blew it up.

♪ Emlyn!

(Graham) This wasn't supposed to happen, Basil.

A man was not supposed to die.

We're in trouble here, real trouble.

(Basil) Actually, you're the one in trouble, you being the one who planted the device.

(Graham) On your say-so!

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

(Graham) What are you saying?

(Basil) I'm saying don't panic, keep your mouth shut, and then maybe, just maybe, I won't throw you to the wolves.

(Graham) They're not going to be content with just checking for a few supports now, you know.

They'll go over that whole mine -with a fine-tooth comb.

-Possibly.

(Graham) How can you be so calm about this?

(Basil) And then they'll start looking for the person or persons responsible, and we all know who that is, don't we?

(Graham) Yes.

Me and you.

(Basil) And they'll know, too, once you tell them who you saw making off with the dynamite from the store.

(Graham) Daf and Aled.

(Basil) Do that, and everything will be fine.

Don't, and you'll be the first person to suffer the consequences.

I'll make absolutely sure of it.

♪ (Prem) I can't believe somebody would do something like this.

(Emlyn) Basil Thomas said it himself, first the new town model, then the telephone kiosk.

What will Daf and Aled do next?

-Daf and Aled?

-Yeah.

(Prem) Singing silly songs, marching 'round with banners, yes, but you seriously think they're capable of doing something like this?

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

That's the God's honest truth.

Winston, pass me that a second.

Thanks, boy.

The rescue boys found this.

It's Owen's.

Yes.

(Emlyn) If I could find out where those explosives came from, it would be a start.

I've got to check the stores again.

♪ (Robert) You killed Owen Griffiths!

-No, an accident.

-Why do it in the first place?

Why blow up that mine anyway?

(Basil) A business matter.

It doesn't concern you.

(Robert) Business?

What sort of business?

(Basil) My sort, no one else's!

(Robert) Not when everyone finds out what you've done.

(Basil) We'll be long gone before then.

(Robert) Long gone?

This is our home now.

We've made plans.

The new town.

(soft music) There's no new town, is there?

I made you a promise, do you remember, when you turned up on my doorstep in a blind panic, about to be struck off?

Nowhere to go, no one to turn to.

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

And that's all that matters.

♪ My promise to you.

♪ Brother to brother.

♪ Now... ♪ You just sit here.

♪ I've got to go and see some people.

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

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

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

♪ (Ceri) This is terrible.

(chatter) (Sian) Absolutely awful.

Poor, poor Dan.

I'll have to cancel his paper.

I wish we could all get in that time machine on the telly and go back to how everything was.

(Ceri) What time machine?

(Sian) The Doctor's.

(Ceri) What doctor?

(Sian) Not what, Who!

Oh, I'm not in the mood for this, Ceri.

I'm really not.

(stirring sounds) ♪ (fizzing) ♪ (clicking) (Sian) Basil?

Have you heard?

About Owen?

(Basil) I can't believe it.

I simply can't believe it.

I'll have to cancel his Pigeon Post, too.

Really brings it home, doesn't it... How everything can be snatched away from you, just like that?

(Basil) Indeed.

(Sian) Makes you thankful for what you've got.

Makes you want to hang on to it, too.

I'm sorry, Basil.

(Basil) For what?

(Sian) I know this probably sounds silly and you're going to be cross with me, but...

I've changed my mind.

I'm not going for that big new house and brand new shop.

I'm sticking with what I've got, and, uh, as I said...

I'm going to be thankful for it, too.

So... if you could drop my deeds back, I'd be very grateful.

(Graham) That store's hardly my responsibility, Sergeant.

(Emlyn) No, no, I'm aware of that.

(Graham) Well, lots of people have access to it.

(Emlyn) And I'll be talking to each and every one of them to find out if they've seen anything unusual lately.

-Unusual?

-Yes, people lurking nearby.

People who shouldn't be there.

Anything suspicious, really.

(Graham) Actually, I was going to mention that.

-Mention what?

-Well, I did see two men.

Daf and Aled, I believe they're called.

They were in the store a couple of days ago.

Running away from it, in fact.

And I did an inventory afterwards and there was actually some dynamite missing as well.

Four, in fact.

(Emlyn) You were going to mention it?

What?

Yes.

Why didn't you, then?

-Well... -Slipped your mind, did it?

Better things to do, is it?

It was going to be in my report.

(Emlyn) And the little matter of explosives being stolen from your store didn't strike you as being serious enough to inform the police?

Only it sounds pretty serious to me!

And I'm sure you'd feel the same if you'd seen a man die because some lunatic went and let the whole lot off!

Aled Williams and Daf Jones, was it?

Yes.

And you'd be willing to identify them?

Yes.

I'd better go and see them, then.

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

♪ (fast-paced footsteps) (door slams) (Prem) Yes, Dr. Robert Thomas.

♪ What...?

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

♪ Uh-huh.

♪ What?

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

♪ Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

♪ What kind of disciplinary matter was it?

-Megan!

-Robert, what's wrong?

-It's all gone wrong.

-What?

(Robert) I have to leave now.

I just can't stay here.

(Megan) Robert, what on earth is going on?

(Robert) Meet me at the train station.

Look, I've got you-- I've got you a ticket.

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

(running footsteps) (soft, tense music) ♪ (door bell jingles) ♪ (Sian) I'll be with you now.

Oh!

Basil!

(Basil) Sian.

Sian...listen.

I understand.

Really, I do.

This has all been such a shock.

And...for me, too.

I obviously didn't know Owen anywhere near as well as you and the rest of the village, but...

I've lost people too, people close to me.

My dear, sweet wife, for one.

Well... as you know.

So...

I know now's really not the time to make a decision like this.

Any sort of decision, really.

Look, why don't you give it 24 hours?

Hm?

Sleep on it.

And if you still feel the same in the morning, we'll cancel everything.

How does that sound?

(Sian) All right.

24 hours.

(Basil) All right.

♪ (woman) Whatever happened up at that mine has got nothing to do with those boys.

Well, you know what they're like.

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

They're not bad boys.

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

Oh, Emlyn!

(soft, quirky music) ♪ (soft, tense music) ♪ So this is what they call pottering, is it?

Only I call it something else.

♪ I call it sabotage.

(soft, quirky music) If not murder.

♪ And so will the judge.

♪ (sheep bleating) (birds chirping) (soft music) ♪ (Kamini) Your father wanted the best for you.

♪ That's all this was about.

♪ (Basil) Last chance, ladies and gentlemen, your very last chance.

This really is it.

Our offer to exchange your deeds for a deposit on a brand new house must end today.

Another hour or two at the absolute most.

I beg you from the bottom of my heart, don't waste this opportunity of a lifetime.

Final day.

Don't delay.

Sir?

Please.

Come.

Come in.

(Kamini) So, you worked out what they are?

(Prem) Amphetamines.

Prescribed to Owen by Dr. Robert Thomas.

(Kamini) What kind of doctor prescribes amphetamines to a man with a heart condition?

(Prem) I rang his old surgery to find out.

He was suspended over a month ago for prescription misuse.

And he's done it again.

(Prem) He was suspended, Kamini.

It's criminally negligent.

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

I need to have a word with Dr. Thomas.

♪ (Emlyn) Now then, for the record, do either of you two boys know what...this is?

(Daf) Dynamite.

(Emlyn) "One of the suspects immediately recognized the explosive found in his accomplice's garden shed."

(Aled) Look, yes, all right.

We did use one stick of dynamite on the phone box.

(Daf) We didn't mean to.

We meant to blow up the sign.

But that was an accident.

What about the other sticks?

(Aled) What other sticks?

(Emlyn) The ones you put down the mine.

I suppose that was an accident too, was it?

(Aled) We didn't put any down the mine.

-Of course we didn't.

-We had two.

We put one by the sign and left one in the bag.

-By the phone box.

-But then something went wrong -with the trail we lit.

-And the next thing we knew, -it was coming back towards us.

-So we ran.

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

With the other stick of dynamite in it.

Next thing we knew... Boom.

(Aled) You don't believe us, do you?

(Emlyn) There's an old saying.

The first rule of policing, some people say.

If it looks like a duck, and if it quacks like a duck, chances are that it's a... (Daf) Is it a duck?

(Emlyn) And you two boys look like a pair of dead ducks to me.

(Aled) Whoa.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Why would we do it, Constable-- why, Sergeant Dawkins?

We're--we're on the side of the working man.

Why would we blow up the mine?

How did we even get down there to plant the bomb?

(soft, quirky music) ♪ You!

(door closes) Donkey.

♪ (Basil) Oh, yes, well, it's perfect for a family of your size.

A lovely spot.

One of the best, if...not the very best.

Excuse me, ladies.

That cop has been sniffing 'round.

(Basil) 'Course he has.

A serious crime has been committed.

(Graham) He's onto us, I'm sure he is.

(Basil) Did you say what I told you to say?

(Graham) Of course I did.

(Basil) That you saw Daf and Aled running away from the dynamite store.

-Yes.

-What happened?

Well, he went off to investigate.

Perfect.

Now, will you stop panicking?

Everything's going to be fine.

-Have you heard?

-Heard what, Sian?

-The mine.

-What about it?

(Sian) It wasn't a collapse, it was deliberate.

(Basil) Good heavens.

(Sian) Sabotage.

Really?

Who would do such a thing?

(Sian) Daf and Aled.

(Basil) Really?

Emlyn's already arrested them.

They're in the police station with him now.

(running footsteps) (door opens) (soft, tense music) ♪ (Megan) Prem!

I need to talk to you in confidence.

Sorry, Megan, it'll have to wait.

I have to see Dr. Thomas.

Actually, this is about Dr. Thomas.

He just came to see me.

He was in a terrible state.

He kept on saying how he had to leave, go away, how everything had gone wrong.

(Prem) Well, what did he mean?

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

♪ He needs help, Prem, I know he does.

He's in trouble, big trouble.

I wouldn't ask otherwise.

-Do you know where he is?

-No.

But I know where he will be though.

♪ Why just two sticks?

(Aled) What?

(Emlyn) You took just two sticks of dynamite.

That's what you said.

Why not more?

You were there.

You were in the store.

You must have felt like kids in a sweet shop.

(Aled) We didn't have time to get any more.

-That inspector... -Uh, Graham.

(Daf) He suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

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

-Not at that time of night.

-So we just grabbed what we could and ran.

(Emlyn sighs) (soft music) ♪ (Basil) Mrs. Sharma.

Kamini.

I, uh...

I was wondering if you'd had a chance to discuss the job offer with your husband?

Only, if there are any questions you would like answering, I'm sure I could help.

(Kamini) Actually, I did have one question, Mr. Thomas.

-Fire away.

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

(Basil) That's a very serious allegation, Mrs. Sharma.

(Kamini) I have evidence.

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

(soft, tense music) ♪ (papers rustling) ♪ (drawer opening) ♪ (Basil) Well, I'm shocked, of course.

(Kamini) So you really didn't know?

(Basil) I'm totally shocked.

If it's true, of course.

(Kamini) There was no doubt, according to his last practice.

(Basil) Ah, well, there we are.

-His last practice.

-What do you mean?

(Basil) I know Robert's methods did sometimes attract rather a lot of, how shall I put this, professional jealousy.

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

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

(opens door) ♪ (Prem) Dr. Thomas.

♪ Dr. Sharma.

(Prem) You prescribed amphetamines to Owen Griffiths.

♪ Griffiths was my patient.

That's confidential.

(Prem) That medication was unlicensed and therefore illegal.

And I will be listing it as a contributory factor when I complete the death certificate.

♪ What's gone wrong, Dr. Thomas?

That's what you told Megan, wasn't it?

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

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

I had nothing to do with that.

-With what?

-That bomb.

♪ (Prem) So who did?

Who did, Dr. Thomas?

♪ (Megan) Tell him, Robert.

♪ If you know anything about what happened, tell Prem.

♪ I could have lost my husband last night.

♪ The father of the baby I'm carrying.

♪ Please, Robert, tell him.

Basil would never have done anything like that.

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

(Prem) But he did, didn't he?

♪ (Basil) I assure you, Mrs. Sharma, Robert is a man of integrity.

(Kamini) They would have had no reason to lie.

(Basil) I'm not saying they are lying, Mrs. Sharma, but I think we should keep this between ourselves for the moment.

(door opens) It is unusual, Mrs. Sharma.

Most unusual.

I'll make some inquiries.

I don't pretend to understand the medical side of things, of course, but I will get to the bottom of this.

You have my word on that.

(door closes) Dan.

What is that?

(Dan) Mr. Thomas's file.

(Kamini) How did you get that?

(Dan) I just took it from his briefcase.

Dan, you mustn't do that.

(Dan) But look.

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

(Graham) I was liaising with the rescue people.

You're here for my statement, yes?

(Emlyn) No.

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

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

Four.

Because Daf and Aled insist that they only took two.

Second question.

(drawer opens) Perhaps you can explain where this little lot came from.

(soft, tense music) ♪ ♪ (vehicle approaching) ♪ Have you got the house deeds?

Have you got my money?

(chuckles) I didn't sign every one, but, uh, there should be enough there to serve your purposes.

Oh, and the mine isn't going to be a problem either.

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

No more slag heaps.

No miserable little terraces.

-Just... -Is this some kind of joke?

-What?

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

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

-And I have.

-No.

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

What?

♪ Sorry.

♪ There's been a bit of a mix-up.

These are Robert's.

My brother.

He's a doctor.

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

(man) We'll wait here for you, Basil, for...one hour.

Then we'll come and find you.

Ready or not.

♪ (engine starts) ♪ (rattling door) (Prem) Mr. Thomas!

(bangs on door) Prem.

(soft music) I'm looking for Basil.

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

Though I'm no clearer as to why.

(Kamini) This may explain things.

♪ (Prem) Where did you get this?

(Kamini) Dan found it in Mr. Thomas's briefcase.

There is no new town, there never was.

♪ (Prem) Find Emlyn.

Tell him about this.

Tell him to get Robert.

He's at the station with Megan.

I've got to find Basil.

♪ (Megan) So... (birds chirping) What are you going to do?

(Robert) I don't know, there isn't a lot to stay for, not now.

(Megan) Are you going to run away... again?

Pretend all this never happened?

That's what you normally do.

Or are you going to face up to things...for once?

(train whistle) Tell my husband what you've just told me and Prem.

(Robert) You know what you're asking?

(Megan) Yes.

(Robert) You're saying testify against my brother.

(Megan) I'm saying... tell the truth.

(train whistle) (bright music) ♪ (Basil) Get your things, we've got to go!

Now!

Robert!

(Prem) All these homes.

All these livelihoods, ruined.

And not for some bogus new town promise, but for a motorway?

A gray open wound across this beautiful countryside?

It's called progress, Dr. Sharma.

And anyway... That's just a proposal.

A feasibility exercise, nothing more.

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

I'm sure it isn't, now.

But that was never the point, was it?

You were merely deceiving everybody out of their deeds so that you could line your own pockets.

(Basil) No.

I've been inviting people to invest, and every investment always carries with it a certain element of risk, of course.

You also tried to make sure that the coal board would have no objections by sabotaging the mine.

(laughs) Dr. Sharma, really!

From what I hear, you came pretty close.

And who said that?

Actually, I was hoping that you would display some spark of common decency and admit that yourself.

No one said it.

And no one will, and do you know why?

Because this is all nonsense.

Stuff and nonsense.

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

(grandfather clock ticking) On its own, perhaps not.

But with a credible witness... like your brother... Robert?

(laughs) Dr. Sharma, Robert hardly knows what day it is most of the time!

He's already told me your part in this.

Yes, well, he's sick.

He's an addict.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

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

A friend of mine died last night at your hands.

Rubbish!

(Prem) Look, you might not have been there, but he died because of you, nonetheless.

I'm not a murderer.

So you're going nowhere until a court decides whether to believe you or your brother.

I am leaving, Dr. Sharma.

Right now.

No, Mr. Thomas.

You are not.

Very well.

Let's see... ...if this changes your mind.

No, it doesn't.

Do you think I won't use it?

Because I will.

(scoffs) You really don't believe me?

No, I do believe you.

That's the whole point.

What?

You said so yourself.

(gun clicking) Stay where you are.

Just a moment ago.

I'm warning you.

You said you weren't a murderer.

(soft, tense music) ♪ And I believe you.

♪ (footsteps) ♪ (Emlyn) Put that down, Mr. Thomas.

I said, put it down!

♪ (Robert) For God's sake, Basil.

♪ Enough.

♪ Brother.

♪ (grandfather clock chimes) (soft music) ♪ (Emlyn) Head down.

♪ (engine starts) ♪ -Hey.

-Ooh!

(energetic chatter) (Ceri) Can I have a bit of hush, please?

Can I have a bit of hush?

(shushing) (Ceri) Tawelwch!

(chatter quiets) Before the presentation, I need to propose a few toasts.

(groaning) Firstly...to myself.

(laughter) Well, if I hadn't put down those little crosses, you would not be having a free drink this evening.

(Aled) Just the one?

(energetic chatter) Next, Sian, who graciously agreed to be my next of kin.

Hey, boys, for telephone purposes only!

(chuckles) And she will be taking charge of the presentation tonight.

But more importantly, much more importantly, it's great to see Dan here.

Yes.

Your dad was a good man.

(group agrees) And remember, Dan, we're all family here.

(all) Hear, hear!

(energetic chatter) Oh, Megan, Emlyn.

Hey, grab a drink.

(Megan) No, not for me, thanks.

(Sian) Oh, come on, Megan.

It's a celebration!

(Megan) No, just to be on the safe side.

(Ceri) Safe side?

(Megan) I'm pregnant.

(Emlyn) I'm going to be a dad!

(energetic chatter) (Ceri) The third toast, Megan, Emlyn, and Megan is up the duff!

(cheering) (Kamini giggling, kissing sounds) (Kamini) You're missing all the fun in the pub.

(Prem) I'm having a lot more fun right here.

(phone rings) (Kamini) Aren't you going to answer that?

(Prem) Are you kidding?

It might be your mother!

(Kamini) It might be an emergency.

Go on, I'll still be here.

(ringing continues) (Prem) If it is your mother, I'm going to tell her that you've left me for that maharishi!

(Kamini giggles) (soft music) ♪ Dr. Prem Sharma speaking.

Oh, yes, yes, how can I help you?

Huh?

I'm sorry.

Could you say that again, please?

(energetic clapping) (Ceri) Attention!

Attention!

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

And I pass over the rest of the proceedings to my great friend Lady Sian Trefelin Davies.

(applause) (Sian shrieks) (laughter) (Sian) Oh!

The photographer from the paper is here now, so in the absence of a pools official, we thought it best I do the honors.

(applause) Letter?

(Ceri) Letter?

(Sian) Letter.

(Ceri) Oh, the letter!

(laughter) (Sian) "Dear Mr.

Joseph."

(Ceri) That's me!

That's me!

(applause) "Congratulations on your win."

(cheering, applause) "I have great pleasure in announcing that the jackpot this week was... ..ten... ..thousand pounds!"

(cheering, applause) "As part of a successful winning syndicate with 1,000 members, that makes your share..." (Megan) £10.

(crowd groans) (Ceri) £10?

Ten?

(Emlyn) Don't spend it all at once now, Ceri!

(laughter) (Ceri) Well, at least I can buy everyone a drink.

(cheering) (Megan) Well, not really, because your bar tab is at least £12 already.

(crowd groans, laughs) (Ceri) Can anyone lend me a few quid?

(laughter) (Aled) You should go double or quits, Cer.

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

(Ceri) I wouldn't waste my money, boy!

(laughter) (Kamini) Everything all right?

(soft music) (Prem) I've just been offered a job.

(Kamini) A job?

Where?

(Prem) Well, they gave me several options, but all of them are rather a long way away from here.

(Kamini) Leave Trefelin?

What did you say?

(Prem) I said I'd tell them in the morning.

That I had to discuss it with my wife first.

♪ So... Let's discuss it, shall we?

(Kamini giggles) (lively music) ♪