(dramatic music) (Basil) Hello, Father.

We're home.

(Owen) NCB Inspection Team.

He's sniffing around to see if he can close us down.

(Basil) Oh, well, we're all friends here.

Ladies and gentlemen... New Trefelin.

♪ (crowd gasps) A bigger and a better new town to be built right here, right where we're standing.

Pubs, cafes, even a new and expanded medical center, attracting the very best Welsh doctors, people like my own brother here, Harley Street's Dr. Robert Thomas!

(applause) (Prem) Maybe we should've stayed in India.

Or maybe I should have taken that job in London after all.

(Kamini) Everything's maybe with you.

You're so busy saying it, nothing ever changes.

Nothing ever happens.

♪ (rhythmic clapping) (lively music) ♪ (hammering) ♪ (radio clicks off) Get in.

(sheep bleats) (Graham) The safety committee meeting is today.

(Basil) And they'll all vote to close the mine?

(Graham) You don't need them all, just a majority.

This isn't what we agreed on.

(Basil) I'm not paying you full price until I know what I'm getting for my money.

(Graham) Roger Gibson and Ron Steadman, both retiring soon, both very greedy.

A bit more comfort in their old age would be very welcome.

(Basil) And that'll be enough for your majority, will it?

(Graham) Guaranteed.

Trust me.

(sinister music) ♪ Get out.

♪ You make sure they shut that mine.

Just make sure it happens.

♪ (engine starts) (lively music) ♪ (knocking) Come in.

(Mrs. Daniels) Now, I've put them in appointment, not alphabetical, order.

You're next scheduled patient is Mrs. Megan Dawkins, who has yet to appear, so I've moved Mr. Rogers to the top of the list because of his cough.

It's (Welsh word).

(muffled chatter, coughing) (Prem) Beg your pardon?

(Mrs. Daniels) His cough, it's filthy.

(muffled chatter, coughing) (Prem) Uh, Mrs. Daniels, have you seen any of my pens?

I appear to have lost all of them.

(Mrs. Daniels) A place for everything, and everything in its place.

(chuckles) (muffled chatter, coughing) (slams drawer) (radio playing) (Owen) Got your dinner money?

(coughing, wheezing) (Dan) You should see Dr. Sharma.

-I'm fine.

-No, you're not.

You're always short of breath and I can hear you coughing every night.

♪ I'll come with you.

You're not missing school because of me.

No doctor, no school.

♪ (window squeaking) (Basil) There must be a lot of upkeep on an old place like this.

(Sian) Ooh, Mr. Thomas.

(Basil) You used to steal my bon-bons, Sian, I'm sure you can call me Basil.

(giggles) You know, I can really picture you, Sian, in charge of a new, modern shop.

All mod cons.

Produce from all over the world.

(Sian) It all sounds very exciting, but the thing is, Basil, I don't think I can afford all that.

(Basil) I didn't come here to ask for your money, Sian.

What do you think I am?

I came to invite you out for lunch.

-Lunch?

-If you have a prior engagement, I understand.

It's very last-minute.

(Sian) No, not at all.

It would be an honor.

(chuckles) (Basil) The honor's all mine, Sian.

(soft, quirky music) ♪ (door opens) ♪ (Emlyn) That's probably a bit cold by now.

-Let me make you another slice.

-It's all right.

Well, uh, what about an egg then?

-Or a piece of bacon.

-Stop fussing.

I don't want anything.

I'm fine.

I just don't want you to be late for work if you're making me breakfast.

Listen, Megan.

I'll be honest with you.

I think I know why you're like this.

You're scared that there's something seriously wrong with you.

That's why you won't let Prem take a look at you.

There's nothing wrong with me, don't worry.

I just want you to stop going on about it, that's all.

(Emlyn) All right.

(inhales) If that's what you want.

♪ (door opens) ♪ (door closes) (bright music) ♪ (Basil) Good morning.

♪ What are you doing, boys?

(Aled) Making a stand for the rights of every common man, woman, and child being exploited by imperialist capitalists for monetary selfish gain.

Goodness me!

And there I was thinking all you ever did was lie in your little beds dreaming up protests because you're too lazy to do a real day's work.

(quirky music) I've never been the subject of a protest before.

(chuckles) Aren't you meant to be recruiting patients?

(Robert) You can't just expect people to leave their old doctor.

How's the house-selling going?

(Basil) Slowly, but if I can get a few pillars of the community on board, the rest should follow like sheep.

Sounds like the Trefelin I remember.

For a start, I'm taking Sian out for lunch.

You dirty little devil.

(Basil) While you could put that pretty face of yours to use, and charm that barmaid into signing up to be your first official patient.

She's with Dr. Sharma.

(Basil) Well, maybe you could get her to change!

And tell her to get that fat bobby to shift Laurel and Hardy off my patch.

(soft music) ♪ (paper rustling) (Owen) Sorry to waste your time like this, Doctor.

It's Dan, you see.

He refused to go to school if I didn't come to see you.

(Prem) I'm glad he did.

Take a seat, Owen.

(Owen) I'm in a bit of a hurry, to be honest.

(zipper zips) (Prem) This won't take long.

I know you took them because you're the only one who can get into my garden!

Why would I steal your mangy old clothes?

(woman) Mangy!

My brassiere is French, I'll have you know.

(Emlyn) Be quiet!

Now then, you first.

What exactly was on this clothesline?

(woman) All my smalls.

(scoffs) (Mrs. White) I'd hardly use the word "small" to describe your undergarments.

(woman) Well, they were small enough to fit into your thieving hands.

(Emlyn) Mrs. White, would you mind if I searched your house for the missing...smalls, so we can clear this matter quickly.

(Mrs. White) Fine by me, I have nothing to hide.

(Emlyn) Good, let's go.

(quirky music) -Did you want to see me?

-It can wait.

I can see that you need to take down their particulars.

♪ (Emlyn) Come along.

(Prem) Your blood pressure's quite high, you have some fluid on the lungs, hence the coughing, and you have an irregular heartbeat.

Now, this might be just down to a virus or being run down, but these are also the symptoms of heart disease.

(Owen) Sounds like I should be planning my funeral.

(chuckling) (Prem) No.

No, not at all.

With the right care and some changes to the way that you live, these things can be managed, but I'll have a much better idea once your blood test results are back.

In the meantime, I am putting you on sick leave.

(soft music) (Owen) But I'm fine to work.

I've got to work.

It can't just stop me.

(Prem) Owen, as the mine's doctor, I'm recommending plenty of rest and fresh air, and the last place you're going to get those are down the pit.

♪ (bright music) ♪ (Kerry) Wow!

What a beautiful vision this is.

(Sian) Get away with you, Kerry Joseph.

I'm not listening to your idle talk.

(Kerry) I was wondering, you haven't had any phone calls for me, -have you?

-Phone calls?

Why?

(Kerry) No reason.

I was just expecting, um-- (Sian) Can't you see I'm busy?

Basil Thomas is taking me out.

(Kerry) Yeah, but if someone, uh, someone rings asking for me, -could you take a message?

-No.

(horn beeps) (Basil) Sian, you look like a movie star, a cross between Lana Turner and Doris Day.

(Sian) I had no idea what to wear.

I didn't know where you were taking me.

(Basil) I thought we'd try Tony's in Ponty.

(Sian) Not the Tony's?

Not that really posh, really expensive Italian place?

(Basil) And really busy.

We don't want to lose our table.

(Sian) Afternoon, Mrs. Rogers!

I'm just off to Tony's in Pontypridd!

♪ (scrubbing) (Prem) Mrs. Daniels sorted out all my pens today.

Nibs at one end, straight, straight, straight, very annoying.

A little organization and decisiveness around the surgery isn't a bad thing.

And she's left a message for you, it's by the phone.

A farmer barricaded himself in his house.

(scrubbing) (Prem) Aren't you going to have some lunch?

(Kamini) Not hungry.

(Prem) Kamini...

I've been thinking about what you said last night, that I don't--that I'm slow at making decisions.

I... (Kamini) I probably overreacted a little bit.

Yes, but maybe I don't listen enough.

How about we talk things through tonight?

(scrubbing) Maybe.

(lively music) ♪ (laughter) (Sian) Oh, this is going to go straight to my head, I can tell.

(Basil) Work hard, play hard, that's my motto.

And you've always been a hard worker, Sian, with a good head for business.

-Oh, stop it now!

-Well, it's true.

Out of all the babysitters we ever had, only you had the sense to charge for it, I admired you for that.

(Sian) What about you then?

I can't believe the little boys who used to fight behind the sofa would one day end up being a doctor and a big shot property developer.

(chuckling) Is there a Mrs. Thomas somewhere in the background?

If you don't mind me asking.

(sighs) ♪ There could have been.

♪ She, uh... She was beautiful, funny, clever.

I'd never have believed a woman like that would have looked twice at a buffoon such as me.

♪ (Basil) I'm sorry.

I haven't spoken about this for years.

(Sian) I've been told I'm a very good listener.

♪ (Kamini) I hope it goes well with the barricaded farmer.

(Prem) Morgan Rowlands Kenyard Farm.

(Kamini) Should you be taking Emlyn with you?

(Prem) No, he's probably just a bit lonely and wants a chat.

What are your plans for this afternoon and please don't say housework.

(Kamini) I thought I'd go for a walk, do some shopping, make us a special dinner.

(Prem) Is there an occasion?

(Kamini) I thought we could make it into one.

(soft music) ♪ (Basil) I'll never forget that night, Sian.

I'll never forget it.

We were supposed to be going to the opera.

Madame Butterfly, her favorite.

I had to cancel...again.

(soft, lively music) (Sian) These things do happen.

(Basil) I was married to my work, Sian, even then.

She came second and she knew it.

So, that night, the night of the opera, well, we had a terrible row.

She was angry.

She was upset.

She... She stormed out.

Back then, we lived by the coast.

Had a little cottage up by the cliffs, it was very beautiful.

♪ So, she stormed out and... ♪ ...it was dark.

♪ (Sian) She didn't fall off the cliff.

♪ (Basil) I really don't know.

♪ We searched for months.

♪ You'll think I'm crazy, but, uh, every time I'm near the sea, I...

I swear I can hear her calling me.

♪ (Sian) What was her name?

♪ (Basil) Her name?

♪ (Basil) Brigitte.

♪ Her name was Brigitte.

♪ (Sian) Excuse me.

(Basil) And to think, it will all have been for nothing.

(Sian) What do you mean?

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

♪ (Sian) Gold mine?

(Basil) But if the people of Trefelin don't take up the offer, then it will be made available to everybody else.

(Sian) Everyone else who has that sort of money.

(Basil) Oh, money, money.

I'm not after anybody's money, Sian, not yet.

All they have to do to secure a deposit for a brand-new house is hand me the deeds to their old property and... ...by the time the outside world gets to hear, they'll be sitting on a small fortune.

♪ (egg cracks) (whisking) (knocking) Coming!

(Robert) Guess who?

(Megan) Robert?

(Robert) For your hubby.

(Megan) For Emlyn?

(Robert) For you!

Come on, Valleys girl.

Catch up.

-No new town!

-Don't sell your life away!

(overlapping protesting) (Aled) They're selling you lies!

Nothing but lies!

-No new town!

-All right.

All right, now, I'm sure you can make up your own minds, intelligent people that you are.

-No new town!

-Go on.

Yes, just-- just take a seat inside.

And I'll be right in, and remember, -you're under no obligation.

-No new town!

(Daf) No...town.

(quirky, tense music) ♪ (Basil) All right, lads, you've had your fun.

Don't you think it's time for beddy-byes?

(Aled) You can't make us leave.

This is a democracy.

-We have our rights.

-Yeah, we're antichrists.

-You're what?

-We're... (Aled) Ana--anarchists.

He means anarchists.

Well, whatever you are, I also have a right to run a legitimate business.

And unless you run along like good little boys, I'm going to take your banner and I'm going to shove it up your Che Guevara.

You understand?

(Daf) Come on, Aled.

I'll buy you a half in the pub.

(Basil) I think you should listen to your friend Bob Dylan over there.

(Daf) Call me what you like, Mr. Thomas, but I bet I sleep better than you at night.

(soft music) ♪ I thought you might like to see this.

(clock ticking) Feels like a hundred years ago.

(Robert) That's the pink dress you wore on our first date.

Remember that?

You have a better memory than I have.

(bright music) (engine humming) ♪ (sheep bleating) ♪ (knocks) (sheep bleats, rooster crows) (knocks) (Prem) Mr. Rowlands?

Mr. Rowlands, are you in there?

-Who is it?

-It's Dr. Sharma.

Could you open the door, please?

(Mr. Rowlands) No.

They'll push their way in.

(Prem) There's no one here except for me.

(Mr. Rowlands) Oh, don't be ridiculous.

I can hear them.

-Hear who?

-Them.

And they're baying for my blood.

Listen to them!

(sheep bleating) I can only hear some sheep.

(Mr. Rowlands) Exactly.

(sheep bleating) Mr. Rowlands, if you open the door, maybe I can help... (door slams) (Robert) I was so drunk at that party.

(Megan laughs) (Megan) Yes, we'd had those liqueurs you'd stolen from your dad's drinks cabinet.

(Robert) Look at my hair.

Look at Emlyn's hair.

(Megan) Oh!

(Robert) We must have had the same hairdresser.

(Robert chuckles) I couldn't believe it when I heard you got married to him.

(Megan) Hmm, life is full of surprises.

(Robert) Hmm.

I bet you he couldn't believe his luck.

(Emlyn) Megan, I've brought you a lovely custard slice.

(Megan) We're just looking at some old photos.

(Robert) How are you, Emlyn?

(Emlyn) Fine, thank you.

(Robert) Did you find out what happened to that lady's smalls?

(Megan) Whose smalls?

(Robert) Emlyn had to solve the mysterious case of the missing brassiere today, didn't you?

Turns out it was the husband who'd stolen them.

He had them on when we arrived.

(laughter) I'll go and put your custard slice in the fridge.

(Robert) I better go.

No, you keep that.

'Til the next time.

(soft music) ♪ (Sian) Come on, ladies!

Hurry up, Iva.

Come on!

(running footsteps) (Basil) My lovely babysitter.

(Sian giggles) Sobered up yet?

(Sian laughs) (Sian) Stop it now!

(Sian giggles) Hmm.

I hope you don't mind, I've brought some friends with me.

I thought they might benefit from a more detailed explanation of the opportunities available to us all.

(Basil) It would be my pleasure.

(giggling) Go on, go and have another look.

Go on!

(Sian laughs) (soft, quirky music) ♪ (Basil) Right, ladies and gentlemen, how can I be of service?

♪ (Prem) Good.

(Mr. Rowlands) First she wanted a better barn, then she wanted me to stop the other sheep from looking her in the eye.

(Prem) Look left for me, please.

And right.

-When did these feelings start?

-About a week ago.

Everything was going great.

I'd even started taking some vitamin pills.

Felt on top of the world.

(Prem) I'm sorry, vitamin pills?

Someone camping on one of my fields gave them to me.

Can I see them, please?

(Mr. Rowlands) He didn't have enough money on him to pay me, so he gave me these.

I have to say, they made a difference in about half an hour.

(Prem) Mr. Rowland, these aren't vitamin pills.

These contain LSD!

It's hallucinogenic!

And it's also prescribed for a Mr. K. Moon!

(Mr. Rowlands) Oh.

(Robert) Makes a change from this morning.

(Basil) I knew I could rely on Sian for a complete lack of discretion.

Ah.

Pretty woman, stage left.

Kamini!

So pleased you could make it.

Your husband not with you?

-No, he's on his rounds.

-Of course, of course.

Well, let's get you a cup of tea, shall we?

Robert, tea for Kamini, please.

Maybe you could show these to your husband.

Do you think he'd be interested?

(Kamini) I think he might need a bit of persuading.

(Basil) Nothing wrong with a little caution.

Cut from the same cloth as myself, but I'd hoped you'd both be interested in the new medical practice.

Certainly, we'll be looking for an intelligent and experienced practice manager.

Is that something that might appeal to you?

-Yes.

-Good.

-Yes, it would.

-Well...

I've been keeping this back for you.

I know how disappointed you were to lose out on the manor house, but this is a fine residence befitting the local doctor and his wife.

Of course, it would also make an ideal home for a family.

(Kamini) Would it be possible for me to keep this?

(Basil) Certainly.

(Kamini) I'll speak with my husband tonight.

(Basil) Excellent.

I'll see how Robert's doing with that tea.

Little house call for you there, I think.

A chance to flex those charm muscles.

(Robert) You were doing a pretty good job of it yourself.

(Basil) You need to get Kamini's husband onside.

He's a well-loved doctor.

Better to have him on our team than to play against us.

Oh, and bring a bottle of Dad's malt along with you.

These Indians are useless with alcohol.

(Prem) I'm taking these with me.

Mr. Rowlands, please don't accept any medication that hasn't been prescribed for you and by a doctor.

I'll check up on you soon.

(Mr. Rowlands) You take care, doctor.

They'll be waiting for you, you know.

(Prem) Mr. Rowlands, I've already explained.

They're just sheep, just doing normal sheep things.

It was the tablets that were making you imagine the scenarios.

The effects will wear off soon enough.

(soft, quirky music) (grunts) ♪ Wolves in sheep's clothing!

♪ Remember that.

♪ (Prem) I will.

♪ Thank you.

♪ (sheep bleating) ♪ (Aled) Don't it get to you, the way he spoke to us?

Like we're dirt under his shoe.

(Daf) What a man like that thinks of me isn't important, but I wouldn't want to see him taking advantage of anyone.

My mam was talking about looking into those new houses this morning.

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

Something that would really hurt his stupid new town.

(Daf) Quite difficult, bearing in mind it hasn't even been built yet.

(chatter) (soft music) ♪ (groans) (door opens) (Dan) You're drinking?

You promised you'd stop.

(Owen) This is for medicinal purposes.

I'm on sick leave.

Thanks to you.

What did Dr. Sharma say?

(chuckles) That I'm not fit to go down the mine.

(labored breathing) So, make the most of what you've got, 'cause pretty soon we're not going to have money for the roof over our heads.

Right?

♪ (footsteps ascending stairs) ♪ (door slams) (Megan) I don't need any examination.

I know what's wrong with me.

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

♪ It's not uncommon to feel this way, especially in the early stages.

Does Emlyn know?

♪ (Megan) No.

♪ He'd be over the moon.

♪ What is it that's worrying you, Megan?

I don't know.

♪ He's one of the loveliest people I've ever known, but it feels like we've been together for 30 years, not just one.

Having a child together may change that.

It won't fix something that's never been there.

♪ I don't expect you to have answers for me, Prem.

♪ I just need some time to think it through.

♪ Something... ♪ Promise me you won't tell Emlyn.

Of course not.

Patient confidentiality.

♪ Thank you.

♪ (door closes) (soft, quirky music) ♪ (hands rubbing together) (whispering) ♪ (whispering) ♪ (loud thud, shushing) (whispering) ♪ (door opens) (door closes) (Kamini) Dan!

What's the matter?

I've, uh, brought your books back.

(Kamini) I don't understand.

Have I upset you in some way?

(Dan) Dr. Sharma's put my dad on sick leave.

He won't be earning any money now, so I'm going to have to find a job.

(Kamini) You're leaving school?

(Dan) Dad says we won't have a roof over our heads -if he can't work.

-Let's think about this.

There must be some way that we can get some financial help or... (Prem) Dan!

(Dan) Thanks for everything you've done for me.

(Kamini) Dan, please, don't go, let's just... (sighs) He's leaving school.

(door closes) (footsteps) (soft music) ♪ (Daf) You do know what you're doing there now?

♪ (Aled) Watch and learn, my boy.

♪ Watch and learn.

♪ (scattering gun powder) ♪ Chewing gum.

♪ Matches.

♪ (matches rattling) ♪ (strikes match) ♪ (crackling) ♪ Huh?

(Daf) Maybe there's a bit of damp there or something.

(Aled) Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't go near the oven!

(explosion) (shouting) Stand back!

You all right?

(Daf) I think so.

(dogs barking) (Aled) I reckon old posh boy's going to throw a bit of a Che Guevara when he sees this.

(Daf) What's that smell?

(Aled) Huh?

(sniffing) It's, um, it's coming from you.

(Daf) What?

(Aled chuckles) What?

-Your face.

-What?

(Aled) You look like a beetroot.

(Daf) Oh, I'm glad you find this so funny!

-I don't.

-What am I going to tell my mam?

(Aled) You tell her that I was saving her from being corrupted by capitalists.

(Daf) She'll still want to know what I've done to my face!

(Aled) This is your badge of honor, man!

A testament to bravery.

(Daf) Is it?

(Aled) This is just the beginning, Daf.

We've got a lot of work to do tonight.

Come on.

-Water!

-All right.

(Prem) I had no choice about Owen, you know.

(Kamini) You're sure?

There's no way he can carry on working?

(Prem) Until I get the blood test results, I wouldn't want to take the risk.

(Kamini) Dan's beside himself.

(Prem) I'll go and see Owen tomorrow, have a chat.

Maybe there's another way.

-What other way?

-I don't know, but I'm sure that Dan leaving school isn't the answer to Owen's problems.

So much for my special occasion.

(Prem chuckles) (knocking) We better answer that.

Might be Dan.

(quirky music) ♪ (indistinct) ♪ (Daf) Don't you think we've done enough for tonight?

(Aled) Not giving up now!

♪ Sorry, but your face is ridiculous!

(Daf) Hilarious.

♪ Right.

♪ -Where you going?

-Come on!

♪ (Prem) Kamini!

We have a visitor.

(Kamini) Robert.

(Robert) I hope I haven't arrived at a bad time.

No, no, not at all.

(Robert) These are for you.

(Kamini) Thank you.

They're lovely.

(Robert) Uh, Dr. Sharma, we did get off to a bad start.

I thought this might make amends.

I hear you might be partial to the stuff.

(Prem) Well, thank you.

Uh, please, sit, I'll get some glasses.

♪ (Aled) I bet that is where they keep the explosives.

(Daf) Right.

(Aled) Only one way to find out.

♪ -Where are you going?

Aled!

-Stay there, stay there.

♪ (liquid pouring) (Robert) Have you or your wife had the chance to discuss our leaflets yet?

-Leaflets?

-I was passing the village hall earlier today and Basil gave me some leaflets to show you.

(Robert) I would really appreciate your opinion on the plans for the health center.

(Prem) Yes, of course.

(Robert) And I don't want to jump the gun, but I will be looking for a new partner.

All the equipment will be state-of-the-art.

(paper rustling) We'll have a full-time nurse, and here we are planning a whole specialist rehabilitation section.

(soft music) (Prem) Well, I must say it all looks very innovative.

(Robert) Innovative, yes, but the primary concern will be with the patient.

I don't want to seem presumptuous, but as a fellow doctor I know you will agree the patient comes first.

(paper rustling) I think we could work very well together.

♪ (glasses clink) ♪ (quirky music) (indistinct whispering) ♪ Help!

♪ Got 'em.

♪ -Huh?

-Hey!

Hoy!

What are you doing?

Hoy!

Stop!

Come on!

(laughter) Come here!

(laughter continues) (phone ringing) (Basil) Basil Thomas.

(clock ticking) Yes.

(clears throat) Yes.

Everything's under control.

No, but that was never going to happen overnight now, was it?

(soft music) Ah, Mr. Graham.

♪ He's the inspector, advises the board on closures.

♪ He's in my pocket.

♪ I'm confident we'll have the results we want by the end of the week.

♪ You don't need to remind me.

♪ No.

I'm perfectly aware of the consequences, thank you.

(caller hangs up) (sighs) (Robert) So this is my chance to give something back, to make a real difference to local peoples' lives.

(Prem) Yes, yes, it is certainly something we could discuss.

(Robert) And of course we need someone to run the place.

I believe my brother has already mentioned that.

Well, that sounds very exciting.

(soft music) ♪ (Prem) Well, you've certainly given us a lot to sleep on, and, if you don't mind, I think that's where I'm heading.

Oh, of course, yes, sorry, I do get a bit...

Uh, well, thank you, Doctor.

I'll, uh, I'll leave those with you and we can have a chat about it in a week.

Of course.

(Robert) I'll see myself out.

Goodbye.

Well?

That was interesting.

(Prem) Mm.

(Kamini) So, will you really think about what he said?

(Prem) Of course I will.

(Kamini) Good.

Why don't you go to bed and I'll go and get changed, and then I have something to discuss with you.

-Really?

-That is if you can still talk after all that whisky.

♪ (Prem) Don't be too long.

♪ Looks like we're on a home run with the people of Trefelin.

Shouldn't be long before they're all signed up.

Drink?

Uh, yes, thanks.

You have got good news for me, haven't you?

They still haven't come to a decision.

(Basil) You mean... (sinister music) ...you haven't got the mine?

(Graham) No, but I'm sure, with a bit more cash, they'll be more than willing... (Basil) There is no more cash, you idiot.

And my people aren't going away.

(Graham) What people?

(Basil) The sort of people who take great pleasure in destroying anyone who wastes their time!

(Graham) You can't close down a mine, just like that.

I mean, it's not a big problem, really.

Projects like this, there are always delays, aren't there?

A new town isn't going to happen overnight, is it?

(items clattering) ♪ It's not that simple.

(Graham) What do you mean?

♪ (Basil) You've got yourself involved in something far greater than your little mind can ever imagine.

Trust me, Mr. Graham, one way or another, you will close that mine.

Or your life won't be worth living.

♪ Get out!

♪ (footsteps) ♪ (door slams) (Prem) Well!

Hello, you beautiful piece of lovely thing.

(Kamini) Are you all right?

(Prem) Never better.

Come, come.

(soft music) (kissing sounds) ♪ Mm.

♪ So, what did you want to talk to me about?

(Kamini) Well, I saw Basil today and he was telling me about these wonderful new opportunities in the new town.

And he said... (snoring) Prem?

♪ Prem!

(snoring continues) ♪ (energetic music) (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.

(Emlyn) This is one of the biggest houses.

-I thought you'd be pleased.

-Pleased?

(Emlyn) But this is the future, Megan, yours and mine!

(papers rustling) (Owen) Do you have some sort of miracle pills?

They're not exactly a cure for everything.

(Owen) Let me try them, at least.

(Prem) Of course, your mother had to be involved!

This has her meddling fingerprints all over it.

It's the colliery, Prem.

Owen's collapsed.

(Graham) It's all set.

-So, that would make it... -Well, eight o'clock.

(male) Stop the load, boys, come on!

Boys, it's closing time!

(elevator slams) (clock chiming) (theme music) ♪