Original subtitles

Good day, gentlemen.

'Hello. I'm Prem Sharma..'

...your new doctor.

Last thing I need is another doctor

poking around, stirring things up.

They've only just got off the boat, Dickie.

How much trouble can they cause?

(Kamini) 'You need a challenging job, Prem'

something that will pull you out of yourself.

I had a challenging job in India, that's why she died.

(Tom) It's dad. I think he's dyin'.

(Prem) 'We have to get him to a hospital.'

An ambulance, please. Please!

I've had a reply to my telegram.

"London position available.

Telephone ministry to confirm."

It's as good as done. We can leave.

I'm not going to London.

[theme music]

[door closes]

Two weeks it's taken me to get a straight answer.

It's worse than India.

What is?

The NHS.

Anyway, I've got an interview for you

for a job in London.

And that's what I want is it? A job in London?

Of course you do. It's a practice.

In Southall.

Southall? Where's that?

I don't know. It's London.

How do you know things will be better in London?

Oh, stop being so negative, it's tiresome.

All you have to do is call them.

We should've looked harder for Elwyn's diary

when we had the chance.

You turned the surgery upside down, Dickie

it's not there.

It is, I'm sure of it.

And it's only a matter of time before that..

...Delhidoctor stumbles on it.

Maybe he already has.

- Why don't you just ask him? - What?

Ask him if he's found the diary.

You never know, he might just give it to you.

Don't be absurd.

Then he'd know howimportantit is.

Would that matter?

[sighs] Sylvia, if you ever had a thought

it would die of loneliness.

Oh, Dickie.

[bleating]

(Prem) 'There are no appointments at all today.'

I don't understand it.

The last two weeks have been so busy.

Well, everyone's had a good gawk at you

look at you.

The only people you'll see in here from now on

are the ones that really are sick.

So what are they saying about me?

These people who've had a good gawk at me.

Do you really wanna know?

Well, according to my nan, Mrs. Rees is worried

you might be a bit young.

But Ms. Roberts thinks you're really nice

and not nearly as posh as you seem.

- Posh? - It's the way you talk.

Oh.

And Mrs. Jenkins thinks you're much cleverer

than Dr. Elwyn, but then

she never really liked Dr. Elwyn.

And Ms. Morgan says you're not

nearly as dark as she expected.

Hmm.

Sorry, I shouldn't have said that.

- Why not? - Well, it's-it's prejudice.

Is it? I don't know, I don't think so.

- Uh, what else are they saying? - Um..

[chuckles] Oh, yeah.

Yeah, Mrs. Bevan said she could hardly wait

to get around my nan's after she saw you. She said..

But I'm not sure if I should tell you what she said.

What?

Uh..

[chuckles]

...she said she thinks..

...that you're really tidy.

Tidy? I-I-I don't understand.

You know, tidy?

Crackin'. She fancies you.

Ah. Oh!

Oh, I wouldn't worry, she's 81.

Oh.

Well, there certainly seems to be a lot of talk about me.

Well, they've got nothin' else to talk about.

[laughs]

Have you called the people in London yet?

Uh, no.

- 'Are you going to?' - Yeah, when I have time.

Well, they're expecting you to call.

And I will when I have time.

Time is the one thing we're not short of here.

Well, I suppose I could make some house calls.

And you might as well have the day off.

- Really? - 'It's a beautiful day.'

Makes no sense in wasting it sitting inside.

Dr. Elwyn never gave me the day off.

[chuckles]

Tidy.

[peppy music]

[music continues]

[engine cranking]

[panting]

Get in.

Get in.

[music continues]

- Morning. - Morning.

[panting]

Who's that?

- The whipper-in. - The what?

(Dan) 'Well, if they catch you mitchin''

they whip you into school.

Hmm. Perhaps this place isn't so backward after all.

You're Owen Griffiths' son, aren't you?

Maybe.

Don't worry, I won't turn you in.

I hated school meself.

'Complete waste of time.'

- Do you wanna make some money? - For what?

[sniffles] Nothing difficult.

- Right up your street, in fact. - What?

Dr. Elwyn kept a diary in his surgery

a green leather diary

'with a leather cord around it.'

Do you think you could find it and bring it to me?

How much?

Good lad.

[engine revving]

- Mrs. Evans. - Dr. Sharma.

I didn't put in for a house call.

No, no. I was just passing.

I thought I'd drop by and check up

on your husband now he's home.

He's sleeping.

Good. Uh, the more rest he gets, the better.

Yeah, he's fine.

Good.

See you some other time.

Yeah.

- What's he trying to do? - He was just being thoughtful.

- No, he's not. - Well, I thought it was nice.

- Is that a new dress? - What? No.

- It's a bit bright, isn't it? - No.

I think it is.

It's summer, Tom.

[Hindi song on gramophone]

[song looping]

Psst.

[sighs]

Tsk. Perfect.

[dramatic music]

[heavy sigh]

- Good morning. - Good morning, doctor.

Hey! Hey!

- You're the doctor? - Uh, yes.

- Uh, you have to come. - What?

- It's Gwyneth. It's her time. - Her time?

Yeah. She's gone into labor and-and something's wrong.

[instrumental music]

(Tom) He's always around our house.

It's like he's got nothing better to do.

He's only checking in on your dad.

He spends more time with Megan than he does with my dad.

Really?

I don't see why we can't just stick with Dr. Morgan.

At least he's Welsh.

Dr. Sharma's alright.

He gave me the day off.

Did he?

Wanna go somewhere?

Where?

Don't know.

- Anywhere. - Okay.

[chuckles]

[dramatic music]

- Come on, doc! - Oh!

Ugh!

- Is that everything? - Yes.

- You don't want the Marmite? - I'm sorry?

The Marmite?

Oh! No.

Right.

Could you, um, order in an Indian paper for me?

- "The Hindustan Times." - The what?

"The Hindustan Times."

- What is that? - It's a paper.

Foreign paper?

Yes, it's Indian.

No. Don't do that.

Do you carry "The Times?"

"Bridgend Times," "The Pontypridd Observer"

or the "Western Examiner."

- No. Thank you. - Right.

[sheep bleating]

[cow mooing]

It's a cow?

She's a cow.

Why didn't you call a veterinarian?

Vets are expensive, doc.

NHS? Well, it's free.

NHS is for people.

Please, doc.

Gwyneth, she's like family to me, doc.

Now, we wouldn't abandon Gwyneth in her hour of need.

[mooing]

I've never delivered a cow.

But you could, you could!

It's all the same way... basically.

[instrumental music]

I've brought you hot water and towels, doc.

Not sure we'll be needing the towels.

- Did you remember an apron? - Yeah.

Right, let's get stuck in.

[cow mooing]

Right.

Yes.

Stuck in.

Yes.

[music continues]

[rattling]

- Who let you in here? - No one.

And what exactly do you think you're doing?

(Kamini) 'What's wrong with you?'

I thought you were gonna hit me.

Hit you? Why would I do that?

Everyone does.

Well, I'm not everyone.

(male #1) 'Can't thank you enough, doc.'

I thought my Gwyneth was a goner there.

- And the little one. - Ah.

Provided they're dealt with

breech births aren't normally serious.

At least, not in humans.

I'm sure that the baby will..

- The little.. - Calf, doc. Calf.

Much obliged.

I'm sure that the calf will be absolutely fine.

I'll tell you what..

...I'm gonna name the little 'un after you.

Little Dr. Sharma.

[chuckles]

You gonna take me to the police?

No.

Why not?

What for?

Because I broke into your house.

You didn't break in. The window was open.

Yeah, but I still--

You didn't do any damage. A bit of iodine on the floor.

I was trying to steal from you!

- Is that what you were doing? - Yeah.

I expect you were just bored.

I wasn't bored. It was a job.

I was getting paid and everythin'.

What was it, a bet?

- One of your friends? - No.

Some girl you were trying to impress?

It was Mr. Sharpe!

He paid me to steal your diary.

- I don't have a diary. - Someone's diary.

A green leather diary.

Well, then, we'd better pay a visit to your Mr. Sharpe.

Anytime you want a pint of milk, doc, just pop around.

That's very kind. Is this your car?

Duh! Piece of junk.

What model is it?

Prefect 53.

- You like cars? - No. Ilovecars!

I learned to drive in a Hindustan Ambassador.

Uh, could never afford one, though.

Prefect. Nice name.

Ah...that way?

That way.

Down the hill, across the field

over the stile, footpath, village.

- Good day. - Good day.

[instrumental music]

All I ever wanna do is sing for people.

When I sing, I feel like I'm on fire.

Well, no, not on fire.

But, like, really, really alive.

Don't you get nervous all those people watchin' you?

- No. Why? - I would.

That's the best bit.

I think you're amazin'.

Me too.

Gina!

Dr. Sharma?

What are you doing here?

Tom, well..

...I'm trying to get to the village.

I keep seeing it, I just... can't seem to get there.

Well, we could give you a ride in the van.

Couldn't we, Tom?

Sure.

What?

[laughs] I..

..had, uh.. Nothing, nothing.

It's a funny day.

[engine revving]

[peppy music]

So did he say whyhe wanted this diary?

No, he just said what it looked like

and he'd give me five bob if I found it.

- Got you! - Ah!

Don't you dare hurt that child!

- No, you don't. - Who do you think you are?

- Let go of him. - This boy's a truant.

He's supposed to be in school.

- No, he is not! - What?

He is not supposed to be in school.

Oh, and why not?

Because I'm teaching him.

What?

I'm giving him private tuition.

And you, and you can do that?

Of course, I can.

Well, I've never heard of this before.

And you call yourself an educationalist?

No, a welfare officer.

So you've never heard of Bertrand Russell?

A.S. Neill?

Wilhelm Reich?

Oh, are they in the Cardiff office?

- What? - 'Cause I only know Pontypridd.

It doesn't matter, the point is the child is with me.

Fancy sending grown men out

into the street to attack children.

I did not attack him.

Now, if you don't mind, we've had quite enough

of your interference, and we'd like to get on with our lesson.

'Good day.'

I'm gonna check on this.

Ridiculous little man.

No wonder you don't want to go to school.

You're not really gonna give me lessons, are you?

No, of course not.

I just need you with me when I speak to Mr. Sharpe.

You have to repeat everything you told me.

Okay.

Anyway, I wasn't gonna let him beat you.

How barbaric.

The English are supposed to be civilized.

He's Welsh.

English, Welsh, what difference does it make?

Oh.

[sighs]

(Prem) 'Can I help you, Mrs. Evans?'

'Dr. Sharma. Yes, please.'

You're a..

- You're a musician? - Um..

No, not me. These are Tom's.

Oh, your son?

Step-son.

[chuckles] Of course.

Didn't-didn't think you looked

old enough to have a teenage son.

He's singing at the talent contest

in the pub tomorrow night.

You should come, it'd be fun.

He just gave me a lift back to the village

on the back of his van.

Tom? Where were you?

Some, uh, farm up in the hills.

I performed my first delivery.

A baby? Whose?

Gwyneth Joseph's.

Ceri Joseph's cow.

[chuckles] I delivered a calf.

I didn't think doctors did that.

Ah, it was a first.

[laughs] Why didn't he get the vet?

Apparently, vets are too expensive.

Ah, yes.

That would be Ceri.

That's my wife.

You're lying, you did.

Mrs. Sharma..

...I haven't the foggiest idea

what this boy is talking about.

You paid this child to break into my house

and steal from me.

He would say anything

to get himself out of trouble.

He's not lying.

He really does have the most inventive imagination.

Should be locked away, he should.

The only person who should be locked away is you, Mr. Sharpe.

You're a liar and a thief.

Oh, dear, dear.

Kamini?

He paid this child to break into our house

and I'd like to know why.

Dr. Sharma, I'm sorry..

...but your wife appears to be laboring

under some dreadful misunderstanding.

There is no misunderstanding.

This appalling child has filled her head

with a lot of nonsense.

- It is not nonsense! - Kamini.

You and your good lady wife are guests in our country.

And the way this boy is taking advantage of that makes me--

- Do you take me for an idiot? - Kamini, please.

This man is lying through his teeth.

If you don't believe me we can ask the boy.

Dan?

Dan!

I'm afraid he really can't be trusted.

It's you who can't be trusted.

- What are you doing? - You're making a scene.

I am not going anywhere.

You're acting like a child.

Poor woman.

'It must be hard, being so far from home.'

That sort of behavior might be acceptable

where she comes from but it certainly isn't here.

Hmph.

What has happened?

It's the Griffiths' boy, I'm afraid.

Up to his usual tricks.

I see you've been out walking with the doctor.

What?

Uh, no, we just bumped into each other--

I don't blame you.

Lovely day for it.

I can't believe you said that.

You called him a liar and a thief.

Because he is.

According to a child!

'Why would a man like Sharpe'

pay a child to break into my office?

Do you think I made all this up?

You do?

You don't trust me.

It doesn't make any sense.

How dare you?

I have never lied to you about anything.

I didn't say that you lied.

So you're not going to do anything?

I'll speak to the boy's father.

If he doesn't know anything

you can always get drunk with him.

That happened once!

You spend more time with these people

than you do with me.

I am their doctor!

I have to win their trust.

That's struggle enough as it is

without you picking fights in the street!

And embarrassing me in front of the whole village!

That's what I am then?

An embarrassment to you.

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ The whole day through ♪

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ Night time too.. ♪

Are you gonna sing that at the contest tomorrow night?

Do you want me to?

I don't know.

I'm not sure I like the idea

of you singing to all them other girls.

Ah, I'll be singing to them

but I'll be thinking of you.

[both chuckle]

[window opens]

Gina?

Is that you?

[laughing]

If my nan knew I was kissin' a boy

on her doorstep, she'd kill me.

[laughing]

We could go back to my house.

Megan's out all night and my dad never comes downstairs.

No. Not yet, Tom.

But soon, though.

Tom just gave me a lift home.

Tom..

Mrs. Davies.

[instrumental music]

Just going.

Five quid.

Three. Four. Five. Here you go.

We're ready.

- Run. - Oh!

I don't know why he plays. He always loses.

[sighs]

Can I get you a pint, doctor?

That's alright. Uh, it's my round.

I'm fine.

Thank you, doctor.

That was a pretty big loss there.

Are you sure you can afford it?

How can anyone afford anything these days?

What was it you wanted to ask me?

- Did Dr. Elwyn keep a diary? - Elwyn?

[chuckles] He kept loads of diaries.

Do you know where they are?

Would you like me to show you?

'Always writing, he was.'

His thoughts about the village

things people told him

gossip, bit of local color.

Aye..

...very proud of being Welsh was Dr. Elwyn.

Put them all here in the institute library.

There's one for every five years

all the way back to the '30s.

Any particular one you're after?

Where's the current one?

Uh, probably still writing that one when he died.

Must be back in the surgery somewhere.

Does your son know about these?

Dan? Not likely.

He and books aren't exactly best mates.

What about Mr. Sharpe?

Mr. Sharpe?

The only thing that interests him in the Valleys..

...is how quickly he can get out of them.

Can anyone come here?

(Owen) 'Anytime you like.'

But not now.

Your round.

Uh...I'd love to.

But I have to get home. Perhaps some other time.

Kamini.

You were right.

I spoke to Owen Griffiths.

He showed me a whole shelf full of Elwyn's old diaries.

They were just like the one you described.

Which means the boy couldn't have made it up.

Which is what you said.

I should have believed you, I'm sorry.

- It just didn't seem right. - I don't care.

What matters is that you didn't trust me.

Kam..

(male #2) 'Griffiths!'

Owen Griffiths!

[shouting in Welsh]

...Owen Griffiths!

[whistling]

Sharpe wants to see Griffiths!

I'm on my way.

I heard you lost again last night.

Your bad luck at poker is hardly a secret, Griffiths.

- How much was it this time? - None of your business.

Ooh, that sounds like a lot.

Was it your money or did you have to--

It was my money.

I suppose though you taking money

from the Miners' Welfare Fund..

...isn't technically wrong.

I mean, you being a miner..

...it being for your welfare.

I did that once and I'm going to pay it back.

Not if you keep losing.

What do you want?

The Indian doctor came to see you.

Yes. So?

What did he want?

He just wanted to talk.

About what?

Politics, Gandhi, South Africa

we have a lot in common.

And that was it?

He didn't talk about his wife?

His wife?

No.

Or Elwyn?

No. Why?

I just don't want him making trouble.

Trouble for who?

You?

I know you don't like me, Griffiths, and that's fine.

The only thingIcare about

is the productivity of this mine.

So you can get in with the area manager.

If that's what you want to think, yes.

But understand this..

...if productivity stays up..

...the mine stays open.

Do you have any idea how many pits in this area

are going to close over the next few years?

Yes.

Without the mine..

...this village will die.

So bear that in mind.

(Gina) 'He's singing in the talent contest tonight at the club.'

'I'm sure he'll win.'

'He's got such lovely eyes.'

Can I tell you a secret?

He's a gorgeous kisser too.

[chuckles]

I could kiss him all day.

In fact..

...I did.

[chuckles]

I can't believe I just told you that.

If my nan could hear me now

she'd lock me in my room and throw the key away.

- Hear you say what? - Nothing.

Ther-there's absolutely nothing wrong

with your heart, Mrs. Davies.

- It's very strong. - Oh, it must be the worry then.

If it's not one thing, it's another.

People take the most awful liberties.

It gives me palpitations.

Perfectly normal. Nothing to worry about.

Hmm.

You'd be amazed at the things

some people do in my shop.

I'm sure I would.

[telephone ringing]

Hello?

H-hello?

Mummy?

Op-operator?

Tsk. Oh.

That is the third time.

How did these people run an empire?

(Prem) 'How much is this costing?'

I haven't spoken to my mother in two weeks.

I'm sure she'll be fine. She's got your father to nag.

- It was a joke. - It's not funny.

I'm going out of my mind here

and you won't even let me speak to my mother.

I didn't say you could..

Kamini!

[door slams]

Gina, do you know anything about a diary?

Diary?

Did Dr. Elwyn keep a diary in the surgery?

- I don't know. - 'Oh.'

Mr. Sharpe seems to think so.

Apparently, he's looking for it.

Oh, yeah, I heard about that.

Oh, I'm sure everyone in the village has.

You know, I looked for it everywhere

I could think of last night and this morning.

Uh, it's probably none of my business.

You're the right sort of person, aren't you?

Y-you're a good person.

[chuckles] I hope so.

Dr. Elwyn made me swear

this wouldn't fall into the wrong hands.

It's in Welsh.

Have you read it?

Oh, no, I can't speak much Welsh.

Do you know anyone who could translate it for me?

My nan could.

Someone discreet.

Oh, I see what you mean.

Yeah, if we give it to my nan

it'll be round the whole village by teatime.

- Is there anybody else? - Not really.

None of my friends speak much Welsh either.

[door opens]

Excuse me, are you here to see the doctor?

No.

Excuse me! Mrs. Sharma!

I was thinking maybe you could give me lessons like you said.

That was before you ran off

and left me with Mr. Sharpe.

- 'What's this?' - It's perfume.

It makes you smell nicer.

I know what it is. Why are you giving it to me?

To say I'm sorry.

- Did you steal it? - No, it's my mother's.

Doesn't she want it?

- I don't know. - Did you ask her?

I haven't seen her since I was eight.

And my father's never gonna use it

soyoumight as well have it.

Thank you.

(Prem) 'No, no, no, no. No.'

That means absolutely no alcohol.

Not even for medicinal purposes.

Thanks, doc.

Don't forget that phone call.

Mrs. Sharma said you had to make a phone call.

These are all from your mother?

And you've never read them?

Bits of 'em.

So you can read?

Go on then.

- W-were you a teacher in India? - No.

Then how come you know so much?

Because I read a lot.

I thought you wanted me to teach you.

Let's do that later. You read it.

No. Come on, stop being lazy.

I'm not lazy.

Then stop wasting time and read it.

- No. - Why not?

- Because I don't like reading. - Tsk! Don't be stupid.

I'm not stupid and I'm not lazy.

You're just like everyone else.

Dan!

[sobbing]

I didn't mean what I said.

And I don't really think you're stupid.

Actually, I think you're quite clever

compared to most of the people around here.

The other day someone asked me if I lived in a mud hut.

Do I look like I could live in a mud hut?

You look like you should live in a palace.

[scoffs] I wish I did.

I am stupid, though.

Everyone says so.

Because you can't read?

How'd you know?

It's pretty obvious.

Hasn't anyone tried to help you?

They try, and then they get angry with me

because I can't do it.

[knock on door]

Dr. Sharma?

Sorry to disturb you. It's Ceri Joseph.

He wants to speak to you, but he's a bit embarrassed.

Oh, no. What is it this time?

- It's not a pig, is it? - No, no.

He feels terrible about yesterday.

Oh, no. Tell him it's fine.

'He wants to thank you.'

He has something he wants to give you.

There's really no need.

'It would mean a lot to him'

if you'd let him thank you properly.

[sighs]

[laughs]

Fine.

A pint of milk, is it?

Not exactly.

I was up all night, doc.

And I finally got 'er working.

Now she's purring like a little kitten.

[laughs] I can't possibly accept this.

Why not?

It's the whole point of the NHS.

It's free at point of care.

Ah, for people.

The NHS is free for people

but cows...different matter.

Yes, but, no..

No, I really can't.

Look, uh..

...I'll give you ten pounds for it.

- It's worth 30. - What?

- If not more. - But--

Doc, for Gwyneth's sake..

...I'll let you have her for 25 pounds.

You want me to give you 25 pounds for your car?

- Twenty. - Twenty?

Done.

[chuckles]

Well, I-I-I don't have the money on me.

Don't worry, doc. You pay me when you can.

You couldn't possibly give me a lift back? Do you, um..

I don't like leavin' Gwyneth on her own

for too long, you see.

[speaking Welsh]

[speaking Welsh]

Oh, it's a long way round by road.

It's not easy to find your way back.

That I know.

Mrs. Evans is coming with us..

...to show you the way back.

[laughs] Well..

- You don't mind? - No, not at all.

Oh, great!

Give me a chance to take her for a spin.

I'll get my hat and coat.

(Kamini) We made a deal.

I read one letter, and then you read one letter.

- It's your turn. - That's not what we said.

It is, Dan.

You read a letter, then I try to read a letter.

I've tried. It's your turn.

Mrs. Sharpe's downstairs.

What does she want?

Well, all the best, doc.

Thank you.

[chuckles]

[speaking Welsh]

I still don't understand how he got me to pay for this.

You were the one who mentioned the money.

He was gonna give it to you.

Well, he didn't have to bargain. I was just being polite.

Of course he had to bargain.

Why?

Pride.

[laughing]

- What's so funny? - Nothing.

People from the Valleys, we may seem all warm and simple

but there are no flies on us.

[engine cranking]

Oh! Whoa-ho-ho!

[instrumental music]

Dickie felt really awful about yesterday.

Did he?

He can be such a brute sometimes.

He doesn't mean to be.

Between you and me, I don't think

he understands women at all.

[sighs] No.

He was very upset though

about all that business with the boy.

It's fine. The boy was obviously lying.

- Really? - I'm sure.

Tsk. I'm so sorry about him.

He's a terrible disgrace to the village.

What you must think of us.

It's fine. I've forgotten all about it.

Mind you, the rest of them aren't much better.

Very small-minded.

It's been really hard for my Dickie.

The things people have said to us.

Even Dr. Elwyn. Oh, yes.

In many ways, he was the worst.

A terrible racialist.

He was horrible to Dickie

just because he's English.

God knows what he would have made of you.

Aww.

I bet you never imagined

Britain would be like this.

No.

I didn't.

[gasps] You gave me a fright.

I didn't lie to you.

I said that because

the less she knows, the better.

That woman must think I'm really stupid.

Because you're Indian?

[chuckles]

Probably.

I think Indians are really clever

if they were all like you.

They're not, any more than all Welsh people

are as stupid as Mrs. Sharpe.

[engine sputtering]

[engine cranking]

Well, no wonder he wanted to give it away.

I don't think he was trying to cheat you.

[laughing]

Right, excuse me.

What are you doing?

It's not gonna fix itself.

You can do that?

You're not a man unless you know

your tappets from your pistons.

Oh-oh, doctor!

- 'You speak Welsh?' - What?

That was Welsh you were speaking

with Mr. Joseph, wasn't it?

Ah, yes.

Might I ask a favor?

No, I don't know anything about cars.

Oh, no, not this.

Uh, I have this diary

that Dr. Elwyn left in his surgery, and, uh..

...I'm quite curious as to what's in it

but it's in Welsh.

Do you want me to have a look at it for you?

- Would you? - Of course.

The thing is, I think Mr. Sharpe is trying

to get hold of it, and, uh..

...Dr. Elwyn did want to keep it a secret.

Mm, so mum's the word.

You sure you don't mind?

It'll give me something to do

while I'm looking after Gareth.

Uh, why would Mr. Sharpe

want one of Dr. Elwyn's diaries?

I have no idea.

[instrumental music]

I'm so sorry.

Yes, Mr. Powell did say he should call

straight away, and I-I did tell him.

(man on phone) 'Jobs like this don't come up every day..'

I know.

- He has been very busy. - 'You know, I can't expect..'

I'm sure he meant to call.

'I am trying to work out. This is for your husband..'

I'm sure you are.

I appreciate that.

I know you've gone to so much trouble..

As soon as he gets back, I'll..

(man on phone) '...you need to understand that'

'there's no more jobs that will be available..'

Are you sure?

'There's plenty of other'

'doctors who'd like to..'

Mr. Powell..

[dramatic music]

I understand.

[dial tone]

[sobbing]

Okay, give it a try.

[engine revs]

- Yeah! - Triumph!

I'm impressed.

I haven't played with an engine in ages.

Better than fixing people?

[laughs] Cars do exactly

what the doctor ordered.

[laughing]

Right. Home?

Oh, could you take me to the pub?

If I don't get there before Tom sings

he'll never forgive me.

Alright, let's see what this baby can do.

[Tom singing "Dream Baby"]

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ The whole day through ♪

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ Night time too ♪

♪ I love you and I'm dreaming of you ♪

♪ But that won't do-ooh-ooh ♪

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Make me stop my dreaming ♪

♪ You can make my dreams come true ♪♪

[indistinct chatter on TV]

Maybe Elwyn got rid of the diary.

Well, whatever he did with it, it's not there.

And if the Sherpas haven't found it

by now, they never will.

Sharma!

- What? - Sharma.

Their name is Sharma.

Stupid name.

You're sure she believed you about the boy?

She didn't have a clue.

She's not as clever as she thinks she is.

Good.

So, do I get a reward

for being your clever little girl?

There's a rumor going around about

an area manager's job in Nottingham.

- Really? - Yes.

And my name's been mentioned.

Dickie.

We could move to England.

Yes.

Get a posh new house.

A new car.

- Start a family. - Ow, that hurts!

- It's supposed to feel nice. - Well, it doesn't.

(man on TV) 'So what would you like to do?'

'Would you like to gamble'

'or take the money?'

Always take the money.

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ The whole day through ♪

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Got me dreaming sweet dreams ♪

♪ Night time too ♪

♪ I love you and I'm dreaming of you ♪

♪ But that won't do ♪

♪ Dream baby ♪

♪ Make me stop dreaming ♪

♪ You can make my dreams come true.. ♪

[door closes]

[snoring]

♪ Sweet dream baby ♪

[snoring]

♪ Sweet dream baby ♪

♪ How long must I dream ♪♪

Woo-hoo!

[applauding]

Kamini.

Guess what I've just bought.

[chuckles]

I paid a little more

than I expected to, but..

What?

All you had to do

was make one phone call!

Have you any idea how humiliated I felt?

Enoch is a friend of daddy's

and that job is gone now.

There's nothing wrong with this job.

Everything is wrong with it!

That's why we were going to London.

I never said I wanted to go to London.

That's the problem.

You neversayanything.

'That's what you do, Prem.'

We don't belong here.

I want to go.

Aren't you going to say anything?

I'm, uh..

I'm going to bed.

[sobs]

If there is a health problem at the mine

I'm sure the Coal Board is aware of it.

(Megan) 'I don't think they are.'

And if they aren't, then we've got

to tell them about Sharpe.

I told you to get Elwyn's diary for me.

I couldn't find it.

(Richard) So you decided to tell

the doctor's wife

all about our little deal?

Hey!

It's about my boy.

Go home, Griffiths.

It's too late now.

[theme music]