All language subtitles for The.Indian.Doctor.S01E02.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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]