All language subtitles for Sam S1 Ep. 7 - Out of the Blue (1080p) (1080p_24fps_H264-128kbit_AAC)

Here's your snap.

Thanks.

Night school tonight.

I think I'll up and give it a miss
tonight.

We're only into October.

Give not miss the class yet, you're not
miss tonight.

You'll be alright if I go.

Why shouldn't I be?

Well it's not so far off now with the
nose.

It's three weeks at the least.

It's not as if we were still at Galwick.

I have me mam and Ethel just down in Roe.

You're to go.

But you want your under manager's
certificate?

Aye, I want it.

You're not finding the work too much?

No.

Well don't make me an excuse then.

I'm not.

Yes you are.

I've enough fun driving Sam without
driving you as well.

You're never out of the house except when
you're at work.

Why don't you go to the club more with
lads?

I'm not a big club goer.

I never was.

You're only interested in life then.

Aye.

Well it's time you found another.

No, it's not just that.

Being back at Skeleton working again,
is that it?

Part of it.

I went to Goodie as a shop firey.

I was just one of the lads when I was at
Skeleton before.

I'm on the other side now.

I'm deputy.

They do that.

And it's half kidding and it's half meant.

It's not them though, it's me.

It's how I feel.

If you're worried you're like that,
why didn't you stay at Goodie?

I wasn't asked.

I was told that I were to go.

You never told me that.

I thought you came back to Skeleton to
save the fares.

Why didn't you tell me?

There's that many rumours about these
days, aren't there?

I don't know.

I never hear any.

Rumours about what?

This dirt dispute's dragging on.

They had a meeting about it last night.

Your dad was here.

Management's offered 5%.

5%?

More wages?

That'll be the day.

No, 5% dirt allowed in tubs instead of 7.

Same as a cutting wage, is that?

What do men say?

I've heard one or two comments.

They weren't in union language though.

They'll not accept 5%, not while your
dad's on committee.

He lost his job to win that 7.

Then I suppose he's ready to lose it
again.

No, he's paid by the men now.

They can't do that to him this time.

Did our George come back to Skeleton of
his own free will?

No.

Well, he didn't like it at Cuddy though,
did he?

No, he was glad to get back.

And if they come out?

Oh, it'll not be for long.

They were no dull paid last time.

And you?

What'll it mean to you?

Well, I'm a deputy now.

I'm one of them, aren't I?

And that's what's nagging you?

Part of it, like I said.

But it's what you name's Fred?

Albert.

Can I send him off?

Get on then.

That's right.

Hold her gently.

Throw her up.

He's off?

Aye.

Will he go far?

Not so far.

Not unless he's taken.

Then he'll come right back here.

From anywhere?

Aye, anywhere.

From Canada?

Anywhere.

How does he find his way back?

It's what they call instinct.

Sam gone?

Aye.

The time you were off and all.

Did he take his boot with him?

The one I gave him to do some exercises
with?

Oh, it's there, Aunt Dressa.

What about pigeons then?

What'll I tell him?

He can have a few pigeons.

He can keep them in his shed on your dad's
allotment.

He's even got fed up with that mouse.

Well, there's always pigeon pie.

I'll be off then, if I'm to call it
Norman's.

Aye.

Frank?

Al?

He's not done it.

The workers said to him.

Well, he was sat there doing it last
night.

Well, he was doing something.

I thought... well, he told me that's what
it was when I asked him.

These?

Pigeons.

He can draw, can't he?

Aye, he can draw pigeons
that'll fly off the paper,

but won't get him into
King's School, do her.

How much longer is there?

He's got a year.

I put him in bottom three in the class
right now.

Another saddest lot I've ever had.

I'm sorry, love, there's no point in
pretending things are different, is there?

He's got to pass that entrance,
Frank.

If he doesn't, it means he's got to work
at Danup Pit.

Yeah, we seen Bright enough before,
before we came back.

The first time we met.

Before his dad went off.

Well, I'll do what I can.

You can take horse to water, but you can't
make it drink.

He's a lad, not a horse.

He could have developed in his own time if
the system was different.

What system?

The educational system, love.

It's designed to produce
factory fodder, not educated

human beings that take
pleasure in using their minds.

Too many people using their
minds means not enough hands

on the shovels, according
to their way of thinking.

By the time he's 11 years old,
he's supposed to know where his future

lies, even if he can't vote for it till
he's 21.

And if he goes down pit, will it be
forever?

Some get out, not many.

Some don't want to, like our George.

They keep each other warm.

It's the best thing you can say about it,
that.

The company's good.

I'm more than Bubbies wantin' attention in
this world than those.

Those poor old buggers that have served
their time, like me.

You've got all you want, haven't you?

Your snap's ready.

I'm up in the arm.

Go on with it.

Go on, make daft noises at the ground
door.

Went all right last night, did it?

They made us an offer, and we voted to
turn it down.

Aye.

Well, we shall see, then, shan't we?

Aye, we shall see, all right.

You'll be gone before I get back.

At the rate that's going, I shall be gone
before thou goes.

Off with thee.

Well, I'll be damned.

I was only just thinking about thee just
now.

I put in my jacket on.

It must have come from your shop.

Nay, Jack, surely not.

Last for a generation, you say.

Look at these bloody elbows.

Ah, but you've been pitying it.

I'd have said normal use if I said out at
all.

Pit's normal use to me, lad.

These days it is.

But you've had it a fair while,
haven't you, Rod?

Aye, I've not had it above ten years.

Hey, Jack, stop pulling my leg.

I thought we'd seen the last of thee.

Ah, well, I've been a bit tied up the
nose.

And then, of course,
you'd have heard the news,

even if you've not been
round since it come on us.

What would that be, Jack?

Would she not let you come
and see your grandson, then,

your missus, on account of
his mother's bearing a bastard?

That's our way of putting it, Jack.

I'm short on words, Toby.

I use them or no?

How is he, lad?

Why don't you call on Adora and see?

She's living up the row now.

Oh, aye, I will, I will, one of these
days.

I bet she doesn't put one jot of blame on
your Harry, does she, that missus of yours?

Forbidden you to set foot in the house,
is she?

She'd not be happy if she knew I was here,
no.

Why?

We were schoolmaster in the house.

We're both in work.

We've got nobody on the door.

We're respectable, aren't we, Toby?

You don't have to take it out on me,
Jack.

She thinks we dragged him down,
doesn't she?

She thinks Adora's shown her true colours
and that's what she was like all the time.

Is that how she thinks?

Is that what she's saying?

Ah, ma'am, she does.

You know better, though, don't you?

Aye, I do.

I'd not be here if I didn't.

Why are you here, Toby?

Well, you saw it come from him.

From your Harry?

Aye, well, it's no but a bit of a parcel
for the lad.

I see.

So we know where he is?

Nay, I can't tell.

Hasn't he sent an address?

Aye, Jack, I've not opened it.

You've not opened it?

It's not addressed to me, it's addressed
to young Sam.

Aye, I see.

If you go and fetch him, he could open it
and we'd soon see.

Your Harry's dead to him.

It's his father, Jack.

He's got others to father him now.

But it's his flesh and blood.

It's that.

You can't take that away from him.

His name's never mentioned.

But it's in his mind.

It's there for life.

If the lad gets this, it will be.

You can't hold it from him, Jack.

Can't I?

He's dead to me to the nose.

It's my flesh and blood and I've cut him
off.

Nobody could tell me to do that.

And suppose your missus says otherwise?

You don't have to rub it in.

I know I'm a weak vessel, but it's not been
easy taking your daughter's part in those.

It's for her sake I wanted that address.

Divorce, I promised her that much.

I'll think about it.

There's no good trying to fetch him now.

He'll be on his road to school.

Don't you want her to divorce our Harry?

I want him out of our lives, Toby.

That's what I want.

Out of us lives for good.

Out of sight isn't all.

He's a bad memory.

She's subtle the way she is.

I wouldn't just think any of your
daughter.

You're letting the red hang over her.

Eh?

The red, it's hanging over her.

Look at her neck.

She's all right.

Shut up and get off to work.

I never broke your neck feeding you.

Not that I can remember.

He must have cracked his head a few times
though.

He didn't like having
his nappy changed either,

when he were a
mucky little devil and all.

He's allergic to salt and water now.

I can still hear the nose.

I've got ears.

I like to spin lids.

You'll be able to answer a question then,
won't you?

Since you're still here.

What?

That yours?

What is it?

It looks like half a crown to me.

What do you make it out to be?

Half a crown, aye.

What about it?

Yours is it?

Mine?

Found on the bedroom floor.

Could have dropped out of your pocket.

Ah, no, but it couldn't though,
could it?

I'm not a bloody millionaire, am I?

I'd have noticed.

I'd have asked, wouldn't I?

I'd have said has anybody found half a
crown, wouldn't I?

You don't have to talk me out of it,
George.

I'm quite willing to believe it's mine.

I shall have to be more careful in future,
shan't I?

Of course, it could have been there for
some time.

I mean, I could have lost it some time
back.

Had the carpet up last week.

That's it then, ain't it?

You off to work?

Aye.

Eh, I'm off to work now, damp it.

I shall see thee later, eh?

And if they doesn't like the way they
treat thee, open their mouth and bawl.

Same as your dad does.

I shall see thee in due course.

It is, you know, that half crown.

It is.

Why didn't he say so?

Oh, he'd have liked to, only he daren't.

He bought himself some boots Saturday.

Left him with a bob for the week,
he said.

He could hardly lay claim to that half
crown after telling me that, now could he?

And it's the bit he's saved that he's
forgotten.

Forgotten?

When he goes through his trouser turnips
twice a week in case an apony's dropped in?

He's saved before, though, to get that
cotton pram.

Still a dark mystery.

I don't know how he managed that.

He managed it, he did, though.

Give him credit.

Oh, I do give him credit.

I wish somebody else
would give him credit and

put him back on face
so he'd get a bit put by.

Oh, so long as you manage.

I will manage, all right, as long as we've
got things straight.

If I find any more of them, he's in
trouble.

It were a miracle he got that job before
this one were born.

That was no miracle, Polly.

Do you think I'd have let her happen if he
hadn't have got a job?

Not me.

Some happen.

Not me.

Up to Miss G?

We're off to school.

I've been letting pigeons loose.

Oh, aye?

Alan says I can have some.

Against hard times, eh?

They make a damn good pie, do pigeons,
you know.

Bloody Satan.

Making intruders.

Rancid bloody Macdonald.

It looks like half a crown to me.

What do you make it out to be?

Yourself stinking chamber pot.

Ah, ah, ah.

Sally Pollock's ball ring.

It's grand to be back on face again.

Are we right?

Juice about.

You fasten us motty to that tub.

Aye, pony minds been.

You give him that back or shove us a
couple of tubs in out of turn.

Aye, he will tell me as to.

We're right enough.

Come on out then.

I'll take a turn.

No, no but.

I'll finish it.

Get them chops and props ready.

Aye.

George!

George!

George!

I buy what bread I need these days,
being on me own.

Aye, well, it's one less flaming job.

Have you a bait yet?

Tomorrow.

Two working men at house.

It keeps you going.

Aye.

We've been up to the cemetery lately.

I were up to me mam's grave last week.

Oh, I wish you'd told me I'd have come
with you.

I could have done with a change,
being on me own.

Is there any more room in your mam and
dad's?

There's only them in there.

If you're looking for somewhere to go,
you can sleep with me dad.

He's on his own by special request.

Me mam's.

She's in with me gran and grandad.

You'd be very welcome.

You like company, did me dad.

And it's paid for.

I bet there's no flowers on it.

The kind of company he kept.

Aye, there was last Easter though.

And none of us lot put them there cos they
asked.

Where did they come from then?

I can think of no-one in the world who put
flowers on my dad's grave.

It were tended and all.

Happened they thought it was somebody
else.

Well, his name's there clear enough.

Thomas Rawson.

1880 to 1929.

Till the coming of that glorious day.

Me mam chose that.

She meant their judgement.

Somebody must have cared somewhat for him
any road.

We shouldn't speak ill of the dead.

Why shouldn't we?

If they deserve it.

They were born innocent.

All the more shame on them then.

We shall all be called to account.

And some shall have more to account for
than others.

I know.

Me among them I dare say.

Is me uncle Georgie in?

He's not back for hours yet.

He's on mornings.

Is me grandad in?

He's at Pitlove the same.

Me mam says can I have shed on allotment
for pigeons?

Well, I don't see why not.

Nobody ever uses it.

I'll clean it out.

Hey, if you find any sovereigns that
belong to me.

Can I have a brush?

Hasn't your mam got a brush?

She's gone to the doctor's.

Oh, well, there's one at Colo.

Hey, and mind you bring it back.

Pigeons.

Aye, well.

You'll learn what comes out of eggs apart
from some up-foot frying pan any road.

She's got three weeks to go yet.

How's your master taking it?

He's accommodated himself to it.

It's a peculiar thing, isn't it?

What?

Love.

How is it?

Bloody awful.

Cost half a dollar.

And way down be debt.

And way down be cold.

There's just no bloody end to it,
is there?

There's a stone jumped across here.

I'm afraid of it slipping.

I'm off to try and prop it, right?

Aye.

I've got to get out of here in one piece.

She doesn't know I'm on face.

Sandy Carter's wife in Dumblin's room.

She's a mate of Ethel's.

God, I hope I'm not broken out.

Christ.

What's up?

I've got it.

It's slipped.

Go and fetch somebody.

I can't.

What do you mean, you bloody can't?

It's jumped up against this wedge.

If I move my body, I'm afraid of it
slipping.

I've been taken advantage of, you know
that?

Aye.

Give them an inch and they'll take a mile.

Them as a taking advantage of this.

Some folk are like that, aren't they?

Aye, they bloody are.

Who is it then?

It's thee, that's who it is.

Me?

Take advantage of thee?

I brought thee here once as a favour.

Now you're here every other day since you
come back on top.

Well, I asked Charlie.

He said I'd be right.

Besides, I like coming now, Jack.

They wouldn't want to spoil me a bit of
pleasure, would they?

Pleasure?

By God, we're easily pleased, aren't we?

Ten minutes by hot stove for a stolen
broom, we think we've entered the kingdom.

Take it away and it's everlasting
damnation.

Go and ask Tuppy in the air for his
twisted teeth if he wants a brew.

Want a brew?

Aye.

Hey, there's another coming knocking on
pearly gates.

Barrett's coming.

Find yourself a good spot and the rest of
the bloody world moves in.

Yeah?

Aye.

Hello, sir.

Hi.

It's a grand little spot you've got here.

Aye.

Lucky to find you.

Aye.

We're brewed.

There's note left.

This was shoved under me door last night.

It's got thy name on it.

Oh, you've opened it?

Aye.

It's got my name on it?

Aye, well, I thought it were for me.

It's got my name on it?

Aye, well, it's addressed to thee,
aye.

But it's union business.

I'll be getting back then.

I'm sorry we're brewed.

COUGHING That's a bad cough I's got there.

Now, shall present thyself for
compensation.

What, is this colliery, Doctor,
we've got?

I've represented enough others to know
what my chances are.

The fumes from this stove will not help.

Let's get outside.

You've read it, of course.

You must have since you've opened it.

I've read it, aye.

Who's it from, do you reckon?

We had one before.

I did.

For a long time ago.

We reckoned it was from a sympathiser that
worked in pit offices at Overhead Summit.

Who lives your end that works in pit
offices?

Most of them do.

That's why it went under your door,
I suppose.

Why don't you just come and speak straight
out?

He's got more to lose than thee,
happen.

Still, it's only what we've all us feared.

Are you going to close, skeleton?

Let's get out of here.

Aye, it could be a management game.

They like playing games, the knows.

If they wanted to
soften us up, they'd just

come straight out and
say we're going to close.

Not wait for us to act on a rumour.

Would they?

There's two other pits under Machen
besides skeleton.

I suppose they, two of them, come out in
sympathy.

Yes, they would.

Happen.

Happen not.

Depends whose side they were on,
doesn't it?

There's three sides, the knows.

There's bosses, there's us, and the only
two pits.

There's one side they'd definitely not be
on, and that's the bosses.

After that, it's a straight choice.

I don't agree.

Aye, in theory, there's them and there's
us.

I'm talking about what can happen.

Look, he wouldn't close down could he,
a man, as well?

Wouldn't he?

Well, it wouldn't pay him.

Wouldn't it?

Well, would it?

Aye, I ask thee.

Now, there's asking me.

What it boils down to is that we don't
know.

They make their move, we make ours.

We're one behind all the time.

We always have been.

We just don't know enough.

He's bedevilled us for years.

I'll call them, matey.

What for?

To bring that letter up.

To bring these to the boss?

Because that's what they want.

Well, we can't just sit on it.

Well, what's it say?

That's new.

That we've not feared.

You said yourself.

But it's been sent to us.

It's addressed to me, isn't it?

And I've not assured it thee, have I?

So how does I know what it says?

How's that?

How's that?

Let me try.

All right, boss.

You clear?

All right.

Where are they going?

Come on out, I don't bug you.

All right.

I'm not paying for no flippin' lump.

I'll keep my...

Christ.

Oh.

They were a bigger nut.

Hold still.

Oh, give over.

Turn this in round and shut up.

I'm trying to look at your back.

Just my bloody luck.

I'd have turned to one bet with myself
they'd move you into this district.

Well, there he was.

I hope she's tough enough.

I'm not going to tumble and sloop.

There, up.

I'm cold, Vicky.

Mind I put something in the tub,
then?

What's it like?

What's it feel like?

Right enough.

If you want us looking out proper,
choose who does it.

We'll have to wait till we finish shift.

Yeah, they can miss half a shift,
George, with a back like that.

I can't.

I'm finishing shift.

I'm no option.

By Jove, that's a cleaning.

I was hungry.

Did your mum say what time she'd be back?

No, it's Cuddy she's gone to.

Have you still got room, or are you full
to busting?

I'm full to busting.

One more bit of cake?

Aye.

I'm going to breed.

I'm going to have little ones.

You're going to what?

Fetch told me how to go on.

He's going to help me get started.

I see.

They're like ex-pigeons, you know.

Cock struts about, then chuffs her
feathers and flutters a bit.

Don't they go on like?

Fetch says they're like folks,
more or less.

Aren't they like an egg?

He knows a lot about it, Fred.

He knows everything, does Fred.

I suppose you know a fair bit too by now,
then.

Aye, a fair bit.

And who's getting you these pigeons?

Alan.

Does he strut about?

Eh?

Well, like you said.

Cock struts about, then chuffs her
feathers and flutters a bit.

You mean he's a cock and he nams an hen?

Well, sort of.

And she'll be having a little pigeon soon,
won't she?

Eh?

Well, a baby, you know.

Oh, aye, in three weeks' time.

You know all about it, don't you?

Aye.

Have you cleared that shed out yet?

No, I'm helping Fred with this.

I'll go now.

Can I have a candle?

It'll be darker for a while.

We don't want the place burnt down,
you know.

I promise to be careful.

Take one out at scullery, then.

Toby!

Polly!

Come in.

Is he back?

Jack?

He's still at pit.

Oh.

Well, I was coming back this way,
so I thought I'd see if there was an

address in that packet I gave him from
Harry.

A parcel from Harry?

Aye.

Only couldn't open it, because it was
addressed to young Sam.

We could tell from stamp, you see.

We thought he might give an address.

Did Harry not write to you?

No, no, he didn't.

Well, Sam's not said.

I've not told Margaret out about it,
so if you happen to meet her, don't...

I'm not likely to, am I?

No, no, I suppose not.

Aye.

It's all a mess, isn't it, Toby?

Aye, it is that.

Don't think too badly about Ardora.

I don't.

I've a fair bit to answer for me son.

How is she?

She could do with a divorce with that
child coming.

Well, I promised I'd do what I could.

It's because of that I was hoping for an
address.

At least we know he's alive.

I was beginning to wonder, Polly.

You thought a lot of him, didn't you?

I'm not a strong-minded chap like you,
Jack.

I can't close my mind to what's been.

Not altogether.

We're just like a mate, are we,
Harry?

Up to him, starting to go wrong.

I couldn't say it to Jack.

But I tried to keep an open mind.

Whose fault do you reckon it was?

She were a bit of a spoilt lass,
you know.

It's different with your lass,
though.

I let his mother ruin him.

Sweet what he says you're, Jack.

Thinks now to me, does
Jack, but when you're

trying to get a bit of
peace in the house.

Aye.

Jack wants to turn his back on a lot of
us, I know.

But I'd be glad if I could see young Sam
just once in a while.

I'll see what I can do.

Does he not mention his father,
lad?

No.

What goes on in his head.

Happen we'd do a bit better if we knew
such things.

Happen we worry too much.

Aye.

Well, let's hope so.

How will he feel, I wonder?

Hearing from his dad again.

He's taken a lot on his stride lately.

Oh, he's coping with it.

I'm sure he'd have said something if he'd
have had it.

Happen Jack's keeping it for Dora to give
him.

I wish Harry had written to Dora.

Aye.

You live with somebody for years.

You bring life into the world between you.

And when this happens,
you'd think the least we

could do is try and make
it easy for each other.

Though happen shame came into it too.

Aye.

Happen that's what were in his mind,
eh?

Get them tools out of sight, Connie.

Aye.

How is it?

We've been.

Want us to have a look at their backs?

Hey there!

Got that bloody vest on now.

How long has they been back on face?

They didn't know us, I fear.

I thought they were still on market.

So does Ethel.

I come straight on face from Cuddy.

But I said not.

She thinks I'm still on a day wage.

I still say not.

Never fear.

I've not been straight with her.

I couldn't afford to be.

I'm in debt.

Debt?

For the cost of a cotton pram.

That's what I paid off like.

I got them on tick.

I've been using extra brass to get it
down.

It's nearly paid for now but... she
thinks I got them on me spends.

That's why I couldn't afford to miss out
today.

If we have a bloody strike, I'm done for.

I said tell her if I were thee.

She'll not take you to miss, that knows.

That's not boozed it away.

She'd flame me for not being straight with
her.

She bloody would, that knows.

It were the sight of that draw that did it
for me.

Like a sodding coffin.

Like having him dead before he were born.

It's a she, George.

Eh?

By Ben, it's a lass.

I know he's a lass.

Same point applies.

Are we ready then?

Ah, come on.

Else I shall be calling thee Mary if I
stop you much longer.

What is him brawn of?

Could he mark it?

He shouldn't have bothered.

Here, pass me a purse and I'll pay you.

You not.

Take it and shut up.

It's not been long we've been able to
afford to be generous with one another.

Nay, there were more sharing in them times
than I can remember him better.

How long you been wearing glasses?

These are your dad's new ones.

He's got a new top set and all.

Do you need glasses?

Well, I'm a bit long in sight.

You do, don't you?

We can't manage them as well.

Not just yet.

Don't say out to your dad.

Where's Sam?

Down at the allotment.

Clearing out the shed.

He's got a candle.

For his pigeons.

Aye, for his pigeons.

You didn't tell me you were going to the
doctor.

Didn't I?

What made you go?

Nothing, I just thought I'd put my mind at
rest, that's all.

Nothing wrong?

We're not as tough as your generation when
it comes to having babies, you know.

You wouldn't tell me if there was
something wrong.

You're not bad at keeping things to
yourself either, are you?

You weren't going to tell me, were you?

Tell you what?

You told me you'd been here.

I went into the shop and saw him and he
just got back from here.

He told you about the parcel then,
for Sam, that Harry sent?

Why didn't Dad give it to him?

Well, Sam went off to school before Toby
came and your Dad went off to work.

Well, where did he put it then?

He'll tell us when he gets back.

Oh, will he?

I wonder.

Why shouldn't he?

Oh, you tell me how his mind works,
I don't know.

Well, you should.

It's you he does it for.

He spends half his life bending
this way and that to meet

your approval or to do
what he thinks is best for you.

Getting something off your chest,
man.

Do I ask him to do these things?

Do I not beg him to let me live my own
life in peace?

He'll be there to serve you as long as you
live, whether you like it or not.

If you chuck it in his face, he'll still
be there.

And the same with the lad, because he's
yours.

It's like an affliction with him.

What am I to do, ma'am?

What you should happen to have done in the
first place.

Get away from here.

Talk it over with Alan.

When you've had the bairn and you're back
on your feet, get away from here.

There's one or two went
down to Kent where they

say there's work, but
they don't know for sure.

It's a long way to go and a chance.

I thought there'd never be work again,
18 months back, short of a miracle.

Then George got back.

Alan does what the manager says now.

He's a deputy, not the union.

He won't have to come out.

Come out?

What, this dispute over dirt allowance?

You've heard, haven't you?

I've not heard they're coming out.

They haven't said
that they are, but it's on

us on cards when
there's a dispute, isn't it?

Jack Barraclough's back on union.

He got a new top set last month,
the Jack.

There'll not be a strike until he gets his
bottom ones in.

Morning shift is back.

Is his meal ready?

It will be by the time he's washed
himself.

I keep making to get up when I hear him.

I forget I've no one to cook for.

Back?

He's back.

I'll get me muck off.

It is your daddy.

We thought it was your daddy, didn't we?

Shall I scrub your back?

Yeah.

I mean... That's a manage.

I'm shutting door.

I'm dropping catch.

So beautiful and yet so shy.

Mum?

Gran said I could have candle.

I know.

Can't do much in this light.

I'm clearing out for pigeons.

Alan's getting you some.

I'll get me own.

Oh.

Why would you want to do that?

Get me own pigeons.

Well, you didn't say that this morning,
did you?

Or did you?

No.

Well, why not then?

What's Alan done to you since this
morning?

Nothing.

But you don't want him to get you pigeons?

No.

What about your grandad then?

Should he get you pigeons?

Get me own pigeons.

Well, isn't there anyone you'd like to get
you pigeons?

What about your uncle George?

He couldn't.

He's skint all the time.

He's told me.

I'd let me grandad tell me.

Don't you like living in a skeleton then?

No.

I want to live with me grandad Toby.

What if he went somewhere else,
a long way away?

You don't want me dad to come back,
do you?

And me uncle Alan doesn't.

And me grandad doesn't.

It's not just like that, Sam.

If I go away now, he'll not be here when
he comes back.

He went on his own.

He went because he wanted to.

Nobody sent him away.

He went to make a fortune.

No, he didn't.

Not just that.

And what did he go for then?

Lots of reasons that you'll understand
better when you're older.

I want to know now.

I don't know everything, Sam.

There's lots of things I'd like to know
that I don't know.

And that's why I want you to do your
lessons for your uncle Frank.

So that when you grow
up, you'll know more of

me and not make mistakes
and not be unhappy.

Uncle Frank doesn't know everything.

He knows more than I do.

About everything?

About almost everything.

So, will you talk to him and listen to
what he says for me, will you?

It's cool, dear.

Don't stay too long.

I'll just finish this.

Sam, sometimes people
tell you things and they are

for the best, but you
don't think so at the time.

When you're older, you know that they were
for the best and then it can be too late.

Do you understand?

Don't stay too long.

Right, I'm off then.

No, you're not.

She's not properly off yet.

I want my pencil out of my old jacket.

There's a pencil on there.

Let her get to sleep.

Foiled again, Marmaduke.

Now, cruel I am, aren't you?

Aye, I'm cruel.

Cruel am I.

She'll not be cruel.

Won't she?

No, she'll not.

Oh, looky there.

Looky?

Having a lass instead of a lad.

Aye.

They care somewhat for you, the lassies.

They care for the dads.

Do they?

I was glad when they buried mine.

Well, she'll not be glad when they bury
me.

She'll be asleep in her cot when they bury
you, if you don't shut up.

She'll not drive me to do things.

What things?

She'll respect me, she will.

Well, look, you were disappointed,
in't it?

You know you always wanted a lad.

It were you, not me.

It were not, as you well know.

Not that of anything against lads.

Except that they turn into men.

They made us an offer, we made one back,
now it's up to them.

Suppose they threatened to close the pit?

What put that into your mind?

Well, they're getting coal from the other
two pits and getting it cheaper.

Seems to make sense, that's all.

Sense?

Their kind of sense.

Suppose the other two pits supported us?

Would they?

I'm saying, suppose they did.

Whose side are you on, lad?

Theirs.

For the purpose of the argument.

Oh, aye.

Well, for the purpose of the argument,
if you were them, what would you do?

Split the ranks.

Divide and rule.

What about solidarity?

Aye, solidarity.

Now, Polly... You know what
solidarity is, don't you, Jack?

The way they all went
solidly back to work and

let the management chuck
you on the scrap heap.

I was one man.

I didn't complain on that score.

Aye, but if that one man
had been somebody else but

you, you'd not have left
him standing on his own.

That's how we learn, that it's all or
none, it'll not happen again.

Could they close Skeleton?

Well, they can do what they damn well
please if we let them, can't they?

Leave well alone, Jack.

Nay, Polly.

You've been barely six months in work.

Our George and Ethel have just had a
bairn, and Dora's expecting another.

You, George, Alan, all three of you
working at Skeleton.

If it closes, we're done for.

Done for?

That's not your sort of talk, Polly.

There comes a time, Jack.

George was at Cuddy up to a few weeks ago,
huh, Alan?

Why did they move him?

Our George was offered a job on face.

Only keep it to yourself.

Why?

He's got his reason.

And Alan?

They moved him.

Just the two of them?

Nay, there's been a few.

Forty or more, I wouldn't wonder.

All Skeletons, chaps.

More or less.

What are you getting at?

Split the ranks.

Divide and rule.

I'd better go and see young Sam.

I've been giving him some extra work,
and he's not been doing it.

Pit for him, then, and serve him bloody
right.

A pit?

It's a punishment you want for him,
then, is it?

It's been a punishment for me.

What for, I don't know, but by God,
I must have put my foot wrong somewhere.

And what has he done?

He was born between the wrong sheets,
like me.

But he's lucky.

He's got me to put him straight on things.

He's got your blood in him, too,
Jack.

Do you think I don't know that?

Would I care if he hadn't?

You don't act as if you cared.

What do you want of me, Polly?

A soft tongue?

A pat on the head?

A penny for spice for being a good lad?

And then have him turn round and cheat me?

Is that what you want?

Happen.

Happen, he'll get that from you.

But when the devil's in him, from me,
he'll get the hard word, a belt on his

arse, and a kick up to bed, and he'll love
thee all the more for it.

He'll kick you back one day, Jack.

Aye, well, he'll be a man, then,
won't he?

There's somewhat on your mind,
isn't there?

You wouldn't talk like this if there
wasn't.

I'm up out.

Did you give him that parcel?

Parcel?

Toby came back to see if it had been
opened.

He were hoping for an address so we can
help our daughter with the divorce.

There was no address.

You opened it.

Aye, I opened it.

You shouldn't have done that, Jack.

No, I should have let him have it,
shouldn't I?

I should have let him get
all stirred up again about

his dad just after he'd
come to accept him gone.

I should have let him read this note so we
could start all over again, shouldn't I?

What were in the parcel?

A kid's book for the lad.

Thank God.

For what?

Thank God, I said.

Thank God he cared enough to send it.

You thank God for a morsel like that?

Aye, for a morsel.

A morsel of repentance.

Anything but nothing, Jack.

I shall be grateful for that if we never
hear another word and never see him again.

Oh, we'll hear from him, all right.

You know what it says on this?

He's coming back again.

That's what it says.

He said he didn't want you to get him any
after all.

Didn't want to take him off me,
you mean?

He's got Harry on his mind again.

He thinks you shouldn't be here.

Oh, I thought he'd lost that.

I thought he had.

It'll go from him in time.

For?

Two cocks and two hens.

I'll cover them up, else they'll start
fighting.

Don't they like each other then?

They watch each other like orcs when
they're mating.

Jealousy?

Happen.

Are you all right?

No, I cramp a bit when I bend.

I'll go and lie down a bit upstairs.

Where's Sam?

Oh, he's cleaning his shed out.

He won't come in till he's caught.

Oh, we'll give him half an hour then,
shall we, and then I'll take him down.

I'll come and sit with you for a bit.

Will I?

Always ask permission, don't you?

Do I?

Sam?

Sorry, made you jump, did I?

I thought it was your grandad.

Where are they?

Pigeons?

I haven't got them yet.

I like your drawings.

I wish you'd done that long division I
asked you to do, though.

I couldn't understand it.

You could have asked me.

I asked you before and you told me and I
still didn't understand it.

Ask again.

Never be frightened to ask.

Ask as much as you want to.

I shall never understand it, no matter how
much I ask.

I know I shan't.

Wanna bet?

I haven't got a note to bet with.

Put that in your pocket.

Betting's a mug's game.

What's that?

It's a book.

Can I look?

It's American, isn't it?

I can find you something better to read
than this.

Where did you get it?

It's rubbish.

My dad sent it me.

Oh?

My grandad opened it and hid it in here.

Why would he want to do that?

I saw him come in this morning.

Well, maybe he was looking for you.

He saw me.

He said no.

I don't care, any road.

My dad's coming back.

Look.

It says here, see you soon, dad.

He's coming back.

Sam.

You've found it, then.

On my phone.

You hold your horses.

You heard him, my dad comes back.

Who told him that?

It was written in the book.

You shouldn't have hidden it from him,
dad.

There was a letter in it from that Harry
to say they were coming back.

That's what I hid it for.

I never thought to look inside the bloody
book.

You know why, did it?

Yeah.

I've been holding him now.

He thinks there's somebody coming that'll
put everything back where it was,

everything straight again, nothing wrong
that'll not be put right again.

And that's not how it'll be.

Aye.

You know it, and I know it, and he
doesn't.

What was it?

You told me once that somebody said to you
about man making God in his own image.

He'd only got the half of it, I reckon.

If he'd said in the image of his father,
he'd have been right on the nail.

Did I ever look like God to thee?

Sam, have you seen the pigeons?

I left them in schoolery.

Yeah.

Does the want them or not?

I'll have them.

I'll look after them till we go home.

What do you mean, home?

Where we come from in the beginning.