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I'll be to me grand.

Sam, come back.

You're not to go on your grand till I tell you.

Wait for me at your Uncle George's.

Is that this Sunday's?

What are you doing with it?

I'm reading it.

You got your hands on that pretty fast, didn't you?

I didn't wait for me Dad's.

I bought me own.

And before the goes on at me for a spendthrift, I start on Monday.

It's there if I want it.

You'll be working?

Well, they don't pay for sitting on your backside.

You're back at the face?

After five years, I'll do.

No one's jam on it.

Name!

It'll be all age or such.

Somewhat over two quid a week after stoppages, with a bit of luck.

Where do you think you're going?

Out.

Five years sitting on your backside and that's all you've got to tell me?

Well, there's nothing else to tell me.

Except me snap-tin's rusted.

Can't get it open.

Never mind your snap-tin.

Put your bum on that chair.

I'm talking to you.

Talking about bums.

I've no mannequins now.

You've known about this since last you were at labour, haven't you?

Why do you not tell me?

Oh, I'm trying to sort out about me dad.

Telling him, like, seven years he's been on door.

First in line, be right.

It's his due.

It's not up to you to make way for him.

Your dad's never gonna work again, George, and he knows it.

Yes, he does.

He's not but fifty-odd.

He's infected.

I should be glad to be back with the lads, though.

I will that.

He'll not be that much better off.

Said Tufton's on a day-wage.

He was sent home twice last week.

Three shifts he worked.

Oh, it's not just brasping up do.

It sours you.

Sours me dad.

Never out else but sour him.

I don't bloody start on about him again, for God's sake.

I'll say what I want to say about him or anybody

else, and don't you bloody swear at me, neither.

Well, he's all right to me dad.

Aye, he's small-dorses.

It's starting already, is it?

Answering me back.

Thinks he's a man because he's working again, doesn't he?

Shall meet them Bannikers on Monday.

Well, you best try mine for size, then.

You'll not be fast as was to turn up in his wife's bloomers.

Hey, old son.

Is it thee?

Hello, uncle.

Your mum's behind me.

Is she?

My dad's gone to Manchester.

Manchester, eh?

What's he gone to Manchester for?

I think he's for my grandad, Talby.

Dora?

Yes, darling.

Ah.

How's he gone to Manchester, eh?

Stop here and don't go on your grands.

Stop here with your uncle George.

George Samuel, be right.

They name him after me, you know.

How is it, then, eh?

Didn't expect a sight of you this side of Christmas.

Have you been next door to your mum's?

No, not yet.

He's gone again.

Harry?

He's gone.

You know where?

Manchester, he said.

Two days going round the warehouses for his dad, he said.

A week since he left.

No word from him?

No.

No word from him.

What's his dad think, then?

He thinks what I think.

Anyway, there's money missing this time, so that clinches it, doesn't it?

He's put Harry's brother in shop.

You think he's gone for good, then?

No, same as last time.

That's all bad company.

What sort of bad company?

Well, you know what sort?

Gumbling, he called it last time.

I found out different, didn't I?

But he's taken money this time.

Oh, he'll be back when he's spent it.

He'll be back then.

Will you take him back?

No.

No, not again.

Doesn't know what again, will you?

No.

That does.

That's just saying that because they're not asking.

That mustn't be beckoning coming forwards, then, Holmes.

Does Sam know?

No, of course he doesn't know.

Well, if you mean what you say, he's going to have to know, isn't he?

He'll be brought up on the poor law, like most of the kids around here.

Not when I can work, he won't.

Work?

Where?

Work.

For a grown man, let alone a woman.

If he comes back, you'll have what most of the women around here have never had.

A man in work.

And proper paid at that.

You expect me to take him back from another woman?

Ah, if he brings a loaf of bread with him, I do.

Will you tell me mum I've come?

My dad might be in.

Oh, aye.

He's not going to like it, is he?

She'll tell him better than I can.

Doesn't they like skeleton, then?

It's mucky.

It's mucky, they're cuddy.

I'm not saying so, would I?

There are a funny lot of cuddy, am I hear?

They're not.

There are, there knows.

When do I weigh them up?

There are a funny lot here.

That's talking about me now.

I meant others.

They went out here 60 or 70 years ago.

Except a few farms, that's all.

They sunk the first shaft about then.

Your granddad lived in a little village near Skipton when they left to come here.

His dad had to come to work in Pitt.

There were no work where they'd come from.

How old was he?

Oh, eight year old when he come here.

There were 7,000 people here then.

They'd sunk two more shafts in houses they'd built.

All them back to back, up where Tommy Harrison's here.

That's where we lived, first off.

We'd come in a little cart with all we'd got.

No, we didn't.

No, we aren't.

If my grandad were eight, you weren't born.

I didn't say I were.

You said, we come in a cart.

Oh, well, we did.

I mean, I might not have been born, but I were one of them, weren't I?

I mean, I were to come, I were one of them.

Does they want me to tell you, doesn't they?

But they guaranteed it, like, coming here.

Everybody thought it was a mucky hole like me.

Well, he did what his folks wanted, didn't he?

For work.

He got no work.

No, but he was a good worker in his day with your grandad.

Looked up to who he was.

None better.

He's fallen on hard times, that's all.

We had general strike here after you were born, half country were out.

But when they went back, miners carried on.

You were a big man round here then, your grandad.

Paid the price since.

He has that.

Is that why he's cross?

Aye, happen.

Go and lay the tours with your cousin Fred, eh?

All right.

Fred, lay your tours with your cousin Sam.

Hey, George.

Is your dad in?

He went across pitfields with our Frank.

Oh, good.

Can't they play with him?

Oh, it's him.

He sold him back.

Else it's them bloody dogs he's wearing.

Fred, lay it with young Sam.

A young bugger.

Well, not let him in, else he pushes himself forward.

He'll have to learn then, won't he?

Here, what's up with that daughter?

Can't you guess?

Harry taking his hook again, I said.

Aye, you know what that means, don't you?

You'll have to learn to wash behind your looks again, won't you?

Fred, come here!

They'll be sleeping on sofa tonight, who knows?

We've sold mattress and they couldn't weigh it.

Aye, ma'am told me.

And whenever there comes again.

So if I were there, I'd stop away.

There's an out here for thee to come back to.

I shall be sleeping on sofa from time to time.

Aye, what an orchid little bugger from the day they were born.

Think they'll take to this new school then?

Old Daddy Watkins saw me passing school end till the day.

He said it should have been university for thee with proper chances.

He looked at me as if I let you down or something.

If he thought that much on you, why was you laid off?

Well, he had to cut staff down by two.

I was last in, first out, I suppose.

University, I couldn't put my mind to it in those days.

Not to do with thee.

I didn't think it was.

I just wanted to make sure you didn't think so neither.

If we'd got that council house with extra room, it might have been different.

Might have been.

Then again, it might not.

We did what we could.

Best get off.

Thank God you've got another job at any rate.

Anything that takes you away from this mucky hole is for the better.

I'd leave happier if I thought you might get work.

I suppose you thought I should have kept my mouth shut a year back.

Kept my mouth shut and kept my job.

No, I don't think that.

I hope I'd have done the same.

The times are against you, Dad.

Aye, and I didn't have a soft seat in Downing Street like Mr Ramsey MacDonald.

Easily satisfied with Ramsey.

Him and Jimmy Thomas, who is Dickie Bow.

A generation of work in many costs.

My generation.

Three quarters of the population paid to put the creases in their bloody pants.

And I've been a socialist all my life.

And it sticks in my throat when I think that if I'd voted

Lloyd George instead of MacDonald, I'd likely be working still.

And there'll be work again.

Will there?

Another bloody war.

That's all that's going to put us back in work again.

And when the lads come marching home, they'd best keep their rifles in their hands.

They'll get the rights and all the way.

I hope there's another way.

There isn't.

You can take my word for it.

I've seen them all tried.

And where have they got us?

You can go on hoping for a lifetime.

You've only got one lad.

Don't spend it all hoping.

Let somebody in this bloody family do something in life for God's sake.

Why didn't she come and tell me herself?

She thought her dad might be here.

Don't let that spoil for it.

She'll not run away.

There'll be a bit left over for you and George.

We'll be all right for a week or two.

We sold the mattress.

I didn't want to send our frank off empty.

Don't excuse yourself to me for affording meat.

I'm not the means test.

He'll come back again.

I'm sure he will.

She'll give him the welcome this time.

So she says.

It's a pity he never were glad for the smell of pig's offal.

He'd have been content to stay where he were.

No, he's spoiled by his dad, that one.

That's what Jack always said.

Can you pass me that spoon, love?

Aye, but threatening to break his jaw doesn't help keep him rooted, does it?

He wanted her to marry out at Pitt.

Jamming it, he wants.

Should have had to pass an exam to satisfy him.

I'll go to her in a minute.

No, it's young Sam she's got to think of now.

Christ, I've no bairns.

You shouldn't all from having bairns.

Well, that mash'll not now.

If I can break the habit.

He's in work.

George?

Aye.

Back at Pitt?

It's hell to some, but it's heaven to him.

He's a man again.

Thank God for that, at any road.

Aye, and for a pig's fry in exchange for a mattress.

Lord, I forgot we've sold the mattress.

Three to a bed tonight, Polly.

George wanting to celebrate his manhood.

He'll not take kindly to sharing a bed with his dad.

Hey-o!

We've a visitor.

Eh?

Our Laura's come home.

Comes the half rank off, has she?

Best ask in there.

I'm saying out.

Got any brass left?

Aye.

Let's go down to Sally Walsh's.

Where is she?

She's next door, at Ethel's.

What's she doing there?

Thinking of having a week when I left.

I'll break his bloody jaw.

What did I tell you?

You keep out of this!

Don't you wave your belt at me, Jack Baratuff.

You've got to find him first, haven't you?

To crack a nut, you've got to have a nut.

She's in there, Sally Walsh.

Aye, she is.

She walks out of here.

And across Pittfield's, it needs.

Aye, she does.

She were a witch.

She lived with Devil in Long Row.

Same house as Thomas was living.

That's why we haven't got to like here, my gran says.

Only we do, then, us.

Aye.

When it's late, we do.

She never comes up here when it's late.

Only at night, then, us.

This Devil she lived with, vanished one night.

And a bit later on, she walked in after him.

For it's a door into hell, as this my gran

says, that can get out of here and drag you in.

He were a collier, weren't he?

Aye, she lived with.

He were a Devil.

Aye, we were a collier as well.

He were a Devil.

And she were a witch.

And she walks Pittfield's, it needs.

And that's gospel from my gran.

Dora.

Dad.

Hello.

Hello.

Oh, no, don't afraid yourself.

It'll be all right.

It'll be all right.

I'll straighten him out.

I'll straighten him out this time.

I've come with nothing.

I just walked out.

I heard a voice in me head saying go, and I went.

And here I am.

And a good thing too.

You think so, do you?

Do you know about it?

Nothing much.

That you were unhappy, that's all.

And Sam, you think I've done right by him because I'm unhappy there?

It rubs off onto people around you, unhappiness.

He'll see for the best when he grows up.

And what's he to grow up with, Frank?

What we had, you and me.

We'd meet Dad, for one thing.

Wasn't always a blessing, was it?

Not for you and George.

For you?

I don't know.

What do you think?

I think you'd be better away, maybe.

Where?

A man up sticks where a woman can't.

Or maybe I could help when I get settled in Durham.

Help me?

What about your own life?

What are you going to Durham for, anyway?

There's a job there.

Sounds like out at Frying Pan into fire to me.

I thought they're as bad off as us up there.

They are, but there's a job as a teacher.

Around here somewhere, there's probably somebody from up

there who's had to come down here for a job as a teacher.

It's all mad.

Aye, it's that.

Dad's never forgotten that village, you know, where he was born and raised.

Little white houses he used to talk about, with a stream at side a road.

Does it matter being brought up with the stacks on your doorstep?

Matters to Dad.

He knew something different.

I'm going upstairs to lie down.

I'm worn out with it all.

Tell her where I've gone.

I will.

Who is it?

Jack Barraclough.

They'll be expecting me.

Let's go into the back room.

Here's the missus in there.

Aye.

Then I'll stop where I am.

She'll like it better, and I'm damn sure I will.

I was not called to be offensive, lad.

I'm telling truth no more.

You and me were in the same class together.

We bred each other, didn't we?

We've not much in common, but we've that.

Elite girt.

Then I was done well with the brass the granddad left thee.

Two shops and a missus from Ponty Lane.

I've not seen thee as a customer as far as I remember.

Oh, thou will when thou start giving them away.

Where is he?

I wish I knew.

I bet that does.

He's gone off with some of the brass, hasn't he?

I'm saying not about that.

Aye, protecting the horn.

Well, I'm on same errand, but mine's more in need than thine.

It's her that's been wrong, not thine.

I'm not his keeper.

That his bloody father.

Aye, well, I'm finished with him after this.

Aye, and that lets thee out.

What about my lass?

Stop bloody perambulating and stand still, can't thee?

I should never have wed.

It were a bigger sorrow to me than it were to her in there, I can tell you.

I like the lass.

They weren't fitted, that's all.

Too much of his own road all his life, your Harry.

Not from me, he didn't.

I ruined him, told me.

Not me, lad.

I should have wrapped the belt around him.

Not me, lad.

Like gaffer, aren't they?

Well, we'll not dwell on that.

I've seen neither Iden nor Aaron there.

He'll be made to do what's right when he does show.

Aye, well, I can promise thee.

His mother will back me there.

I'll be back for mattress tomorrow.

I've no means of carting it tonight.

Mattress?

You've got to get where you can.

They slept on a mattress, didn't they?

Of course they did.

And blankets, plenty of blankets.

Aye, Jack, I ne'er saw them short.

I'll tell you what, Toby.

Them nits that left me to breed on thee, they weren't bloody daft.

But them that left thee to breed on me were bloody martyrs.

Tickle the crystal.

Just about there.

Just there.

That's how I always tickle it.

You're out.

Talking.

Music.

I shall have lodges to pay her for, but I'll send what I can.

You keep your mouth shut about that.

I'm only telling you, Ethel.

Well, don't tell me nor anybody.

When Tony Salter went at labour for his money last

week, they told him he'd been knocked off door.

A tattletale?

Aye.

His granddad left him a three-piece suite.

So he sold it and somebody told.

It was the mother-in-law, they thought.

As long as there's a means testament star for all you're known to do about it,

they'll be poking around as soon as you've left

to see if you've left a few pennies in me too.

They'll get Dad's tongue if they do.

He's good with his tongue and his principles.

So does it suffers as well as him for his tongue and his principles.

George!

You still at each other's throats?

Yeah, he never took to me.

I never took to him.

Apart from that, we're getting lovely together.

Just the one?

Take this candle up to the front bedroom and tell

your Dora it's high time she'd sum up to eat.

And don't take no for an answer.

You want us to wake her?

Well, they'll be talking to her post if they doesn't want her.

He thinks it's going to be all bright and beautiful, and everything works.

There was a colleague who started when he did, bought his own

house last year, and he thinks it's going to be like that.

It could have been like that for Dad.

You're just like George.

You give him too much credit.

When I was at school, I lived off my dad.

The best-faced man in Skeleton.

He was in front row of everything.

Party, Federation, Hospital Committee.

Only thing he wouldn't put himself up for was council.

I was Jack Barrowclough's lad and I lived off him.

Little weed that I was.

He's not in front row now, Frank.

Seven years out of work, a lot of his bite's gone.

Waste.

Waste.

They don't want him now.

There's bigger dogs having their day.

Waste.

Hey, old Ben.

Yes?

Ethel says you to come and eat somewhat.

I'm all right.

She says I'm not to take no for an answer.

I'll come down in a minute.

Is Sam all right?

Don't you worry about Sam.

I shall watch out for Sam.

Tired, are you?

Aye.

I'm tired.

I shall take him fishing if I can borrow a tackle.

Will you?

Aye.

And rabbiting in Bettswood with Ruby's whippet.

He liked that.

But his dad never took him rabbiting.

No, he never did.

It'll wear off the nose.

Will it?

It'll wear off.

I shall take him fishing and I shall take him rabbiting

and I shall take him to watch football and all.

It's time you had a lad of your own.

We tried once.

Once?

I mean, with intent, like.

She'd always said we should wait until we could afford it and then I got work on

face and she said, right, time's come, like.

Now it happened.

Then I fell out of work again.

And she'd had long.

Happened she'll open door to me again now.

Will!

Jack!

Cold tonight.

Aye.

So on to Woody?

Aye.

I was sorry to hear about the dad.

Aye.

He worked with me, you know.

Aye, I know he did.

They're burying him day after tomorrow, Polly said.

Aye.

And I'll be there.

Aye.

Is there any blankets, Will?

Blankets?

Now a door has come on with a lad and we've knocked for him.

I was wondering whether the dad like it.

It's cold and we're short of blankets.

Just to lend on them, you know.

He'll be glad for George.

I know he will.

And Ethel shouldn't think different.

I told her it's just that George wants to tell him himself.

Ah, the poor lad.

He'd put the job on a plate and give it to him if he could.

He loves your dad, you know.

The one that's had the least of him cares the most.

That could be true.

It is true.

I know it's true.

It's how we're made, I suppose.

I wish you'd not sold the mattress.

I mean, apart from Dora coming back.

It wasn't just the money.

The young lass were pregnant.

That Malcolm Langley's caught in?

Her dad threw her out.

Malcolm's mum took him in, but then no mattress.

It were your dad that said yes in the end.

Ah, he'd not want me to think I could easily come back.

For your own good, Frank.

Only for that.

I know.

He thinks I'm not resolved to get away.

He'd shut the door again.

He wants me to make sure I do.

But he can't make me want to go, ma'am.

I'd sooner have had a job round here if there'd been one.

Any job.

And let us go on living off you.

He sees it like that, not me.

Your dad kept you out at Pitt by keeping you at your studies.

He'd not want to see you throw it away now.

You'll do better where you're going than by stepping here.

Now, I shall go for a mattress tomorrow.

You asked him, then?

I told him when we rode out.

I told him we'd need some blankets and all.

I didn't get these off Toby.

I got a lend on them till tomorrow.

There's four.

I'll take two round with me.

I'm just off now.

I'll send our George back.

And the young'un?

He wants to stay with Dora.

You can't decently get four in your bed.

Send him round here.

He says he wants to stay with her, Jack.

Never mind what he wants.

It's I want that sent his father off.

I want this and I want that.

And to hell with everybody else.

I won't have it in this house.

Do as I say, Polly.

Ma'am?

Aye.

Good.

I'll not have your dad see you.

We all see your drawers.

He'd never let me forget it.

I like me own bed, I do.

Well, sleeping with your dad will help you to appreciate it.

I've never appreciated anything.

Come on, lad.

Get a move on, will you?

Let's get to bed.

Come on, lad.

I want to go, Grandad.

The what?

I want to go, Grandad.

Well, why didn't I say so before?

I didn't want Grandad.

Well, he can use pork, can't he?

No, he can't.

That knows where to go.

I'll come with thee.

No, though, won't he?

He's big enough to go on his own.

Off that goes and don't be all night about it.

Jubilee's just let out.

They'll be spewing all up and down.

You know, lad's not used to it.

He'd have to get used to it if he lived here, wouldn't he?

Now's his chance to learn.

Happen he'll got right time in future.

I want to go any road.

That's a bloody lie.

I am not.

A bloody lie thou art.

Said they have written me bloody badge for thee.

I'll just now know whether I want to go or not.

It's felt me bladder or summat.

I said I want to go and I do want to go.

Well, I'm going.

So you can put that in his pipe and smoke it.

All right, lad.

There's somebody in.

Eh?

Oh, it's they bit, chopper.

Shut that bloody door.

Can't hear my wits till he gets home.

I've caught thee at this before.

Shut it, I said.

I'll not wait all night to cope with thee.

What's to think about it there?

Do you not know?

I'll stop it at the bloody morning if I were mine.

Thou won't, thou knows.

But I'll drag thee out with the pants round the boots if he doesn't get a move on.

Took him away to Bartow.

They just cast us in work again.

Who told thee how we work?

Mate, we're all aren't jubilee to need.

There's only four in't row he work and they're all born idle.

With his bloody father next barrow.

Right, chopper.

There's that's for you.

Get in there, lad.

Cook George, Cook George.

Get in there, lad.

Cook George, you've already been.

There were no point in waking her.

Will she sleep through?

Oh, she'll sleep through all right.

When she were a little lass, any bit of trouble, she'd off to bed to sleep it away.

She'll not sleep this away, ma'am.

She'll not work and find this gone tomorrow.

And tomorrow she'll cope better.

She'll be warm between us any road up high.

Dost thou sleep in't coat then?

Oh, I do in this weather, don't you?

I've been tempted to when there's ice on't glass.

Though he's warm in bed, is Jack.

Then he'd say it weren't in keeping, you know.

There's not much body in these blankets, sister.

She'll be thinking of him now in her sleep, missing him.

Thinking it might all come up ever after, like a fairy story.

And him, bloody selfish bastard, he'll be howe'er full now.

No, you won't have a good cuss now and again.

Like a spittin' of coffee clears your tubes.

Is he off then?

Aye, he's off.

He was scared stiff when Chopper come at me.

What did they let him hit thee for?

I told thee, he caught me on the hop.

Sly like.

Now knows Chopper.

I know thee, I know.

Something to do with thee being in work, was it?

Who told thee I were in work?

Never mind who told me.

Why did they say no?

Why didn't they tell me?

I were going to tonight, till they started racketing on.

What a liar.

I am not a liar too.

There's a jerry under this bed.

I never said there wasn't.

I said he couldn't use it.

That's what I said.

There go Corkovans.

Sending him out when there's no need.

He might as well face worse now as later.

There's only one place for him if she don't go back to yon.

And that's here.

If she go back, there's not far around here.

Happen she will, happen she won't.

We shall see, shan't we?

And I shall use it if I've a mind to.

I'm not going up there again.

We're getting coggies and cart.

So if the right's done what the wants, we

shall know what's right to bring, shan't we?

I'm not stopping for long, Dad.

Even if I have come away, I never said I'd come to stop.

We know that, love.

We know that.

Just to let him in, that's all.

I can go back and live there any time I want.

Nobody can stop me doing that.

I'd like to see him try.

But we must get yon mattress, mustn't we?

Just till we get things worked out.

And there's one or two bits and pieces you want for yourself and the lad, won't you?

It's not to look as if I'd gone for good.

I don't want it to look like that.

But it's not for thee to go crawling back to him, lass.

It's for him to come on his handsome niece to thee, my love, as he will.

Same as he did last time.

And what did I tell you then?

What did I say, eh?

Didn't I tell you he'd come back?

And isn't that what he did, eh?

Wasn't I right then?

You told me he'd never go away again, Dad.

You told me that as well.

I'll go and see if there's anything I need.

It'll just be bits of things, mind.

Just for a day or two.

Ma'am?

Your hair's not brushed.

Just a thought.

Never going to take him back again, she said yesterday.

Aye, and if things were different, she never bloody would.

Aye, and if pigs could fly, I thought I were badly off.

At least I know what I'm up against.

You can count yourself lucky, you can, missus.

Oh, I do, master.

I do.

For a decent man, though he hasn't worked for five years.

For a bed, though it hasn't blankets enough.

And for not having nobody ever promise me out, I'm not gonna get.

What do you mean by that?

I'll have it out for yourself.

Enough to worry Tom without you and me getting cracking.

I'll have it out for yourself.

Aren't we going home, ma'am?

Ma'am?

What?

When are we going home, ma'am?

When.

Yes, when.

And when we do, you've nothing to do as you're told.

And speak when you're spoken to and not upset your dad like you do.

Or one day he'll go away and he won't come back.

He won't come back one day and never...

I'll be better this end.

Front end always feels a bit cuddly.

Aye.

Change at Wakefield, then.

Have to cross over.

Get the bus under the bridge there.

Why don't you try Gospel Hall, Dad?

You've stayed out seven years.

You've made your point.

You see they're running later.

That clock's out.

If you want to work in Skeleton, you go to Gospel Hall.

You know that.

I'm not in work for the same reason as everybody else.

There isn't any bloody work.

Dad, I shall be leaving in a few minutes.

They'd find work for you if you went back.

They'd see it as a victory for them.

It's how you see the matters.

A means to an end, if you like.

You lose touch with your mates when you're out

of work and looking never to go back again.

I've lost that.

It's too late for all that.

And Mum, what would it mean to her to see you walking straight again?

Do you think I haven't thought of it all?

All you've just said.

I did it, God help me.

And don't you let on to anybody.

I went back to Gospel Hall and do you know what they told me?

You're too late, my lad, they said.

You're two years too late.

That's what they said and that's all they said.

And I crawled away and I've been crawling ever since.

I thought that I ever went back.

What was it that little bugger Johnny used to say in pulpit?

That doesn't need to fornicate to commit adultery.

It only needs to think, aunt.

By God, I know what he meant now.

Jack?

She couldn't keep away, you see.

It's not that, love.

It's young Sam.

He's gone.

Gone?

Where?

We don't know.

We just can't find him.

George turned his back for five minutes and he were off.

Like father, like son.

Best stop and see the lad often.

Dad?

Get thee to a better place, lad.

There can't be any worse.

Make a go on it.

Keep us in the mind, though.

How much did you give him?

I'll give him the bristles.

I've bloody got none.

I thought you said he was going to the shop.

Well, I do want to give it to him.

Is he back?

No, he's not.

Did you get Coggy's handkerchief?

No, it's out back.

My mum didn't want it seen at the front door.

We'd best be off, then.

What about that lad?

Same as his father.

He knows where to come.

Ah, well, they're all 22-inch bottoms, so they'll suit you, say.

There we are.

Ah, that'll be a snug fit.

You'd best try them on any road.

I'll have a few more pair downstairs.

Nobody at home?

Oh, I do.

Shop!

I've only one pair of hands, you know.

Jack.

We're on our way to pick up mattress.

I'd already left the key inside.

Well, it's open.

Our teddy's looking after it shop for me.

I'll come with you if you give me a minute.

No need to bother yourself.

Eh, I've no but a customer to see.

I'll be right with you.

Here we are.

That's good quality cloth, is that one?

I'll, er... I'll come now.

We won't take note.

We're not entitled to.

And she wants not but a few bits and pieces just to tide her over.

Is she not tucking the lot then?

Borrowing furniture, I mean.

Why should she?

Our teddy's moving into shop.

I sent a lad round with a note.

Has he not reached you yet?

Grandad, my gran says...

Aye, that's right.

It's the grandad number two.

So this is where they've got to.

I've been looking high and low for thee, lad.

I got on the bus.

I came looking for me dad.

Is that what he gave thee pennies for?

No, grandad.

Can he not bide a while, Jack?

Missy should appreciate it, if he could.

Wanted to spoil him, is she?

Nay, Jack.

About that note... He'll come back with us.

His mother will be wanting him.

I need no note to tell me what's in thy mind, Toby.

Get up in front and stop thee.

I want thee where I can see thee.

We've got enough on this hands without thee taking the yoke.

Sorry, grandad.

What's he say?

Sorry, grandad.

Aye, they'll be sorry all right when I get thee home.

Put it down there and into scullery with thee.

What did I say when I give thee them pennies?

Nothing, grandad.

Yes, I did.

Think again.

Said for sweets, grandad.

For sweets, aye.

I said note about buses and clearing off and Warrington folks, did I?

No, grandad.

Why for did thou then?

I want me dad.

There's another thing, isn't there, then?

I give thee two.

It's a Thrapney ride to Cuddy thou took to there from somewhere else, didn't thou?

Yes, grandad.

For bus.

How many?

One or more?

One.

Where from?

From on there.

Scullery!

Grandad.

No, no what?

Why, it were me.

I should have kept a better eye on him.

It were my brass he took.

I shall see to him.

Upstairs with thee and don't bother thee, ma'am.

What's going on?

He pinched a penny for bus.

Go and see Toby.

Me dad were going to leather him.

But I did it instead.

You'd best leave him be.

I want him to know why I did it.

If he took a penny, you'd best leave him be.

You're out the same stable as me dad, aren't you?

Don't none of you care that he's lost his father?

Lost?

Well, didn't Toby's note come yet?

It was from him, from Liverpool, posted two days back.

He's sailed for Canada.

And that woman with him.

Why, dad?

Why, dad?

Why?

Why do you call them mountains?

They can be mountains, daughter.

Daff, dad.

Them's not mountains.

It's muck stacks, then.

Think of them as mountains.

For mountains they can be, with trees on them.

And little houses on them.

And a river.

A river down at bottom where our George can do his fishing.

And a grand little boat.

No place to live in with white houses.

Not at all like Skeleton.

Will you and me mum and me and our George and baby live in a place like that, dad?

One day we shall.

One day.

Me shall build it one day, a place like that.

Will it be soon, dad?

When that a woman?

Aye, by God, for if not it'll be too late.

And you'll not have to go down pit any more and get black.

Oh, I'll happen to have to go down, but I'll come up shining like a new penny.

And a water closet will we have?

A water closet?

Oh, we'll hut it out.

What will we call it, dad?

This place that you'll build?

It's been said that we shall call it Jerusalem.