All language subtitles for The.Indian.Doctor.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

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

Dr. Elwyn kept a diary
in his surgery.

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

(Kamini)
'Who let you in here?'

He 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.

Why would a man like Sharpe
pay a child

'to break into my office?'

You think I made all this up?

The Indian doctor
came to see you last night.

Yes, so?

I just don't want him
making trouble.

Trouble for who? You?

Dr. Elwyn made me swear

this wouldn't fall
into the wrong hands.

(Kamini)
Enoch is a friend of daddy's

and that job is gone now.

There's nothing wrong
with this job.

We don't belong here.

I want to go.

[theme music]

Light it.

[cracker bursting]

[boys laughing]

I'll beat you.

Paul, you've got a bike.

[music continues]

[crackers bursting]

(Dan)
Come on, let's do three.

[crackers exploding]

(Megan)
'Banger.'

- I'm sorry?
- Fireworks.

You stick 'em in the bin,
they make a bigger bang.

- 'Hey, hey, hey!'
- You've done this?

- I used to.
- Mrs. Evans, I'm shocked.

Didn't you do that sort of thing
when you were a kid?

Yes, but in India, the fireworks
were much, much bigger.

[chuckles]

This man, he's coming down
from national headquarters.

Your promotion?

He did mention we might
talk about the Nottingham job.

You see? I told you,
it's only a matter of time.

Oh, Dickie,
this is so exciting.

Will it mean
a lot more money?

- What?
- The new job.

I haven't got it yet.

Let's not get ahead
of our self.

Does my big area manager
deserve a little treat tonight?

Don't tell anyone about it.

- I wouldn't.
- You would.

You can't keep
your mouth shut.

- Dickie..
- 'It may all go wrong.'

You worry too much.
Nothing's going to go wrong.

Do you like this?

Yes, it's fine.

You don't, do you?

- What?
- You don't like it.

Sylvia, I don't care.

Maybe I should buy
something new to celebrate.

I need
a whole new wardrobe.

Oh, what's wrong with
all the dresses you've got?

- Don't they fit?
- Yes.

Well, then why buy
a whole new cupboardful?

Do you think
I look fat in this?

- I really don't care.
- Do you?

Sylvia, there are more
important things going on now.

You do.
You think I'm fat.

Alright, yes.

I think you're fat.

Happy?

[instrumental music]

What was that noise?

Oh, it was nothing.

Just some kid
letting off fireworks.

Didn't sound like fireworks.

You should get out,
do something.

Like what?
There's nothing to do.

Meet people, make friends..

With who? There's no one
worth talking to.

That's just not true.

Apart from you.
And you refuse to talk to me.

You never talk about Rani.

About her life or her death.

There's nothing to say.
She died. I wasn't there.

I should have been.
I could have saved her.

It wasn't your fault.
I was there.

Do you blame me?

Do you?

I have patients waiting for me.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, doctor.

Ladies, uh,
what can I do for you?

It's about my husband.

He's not her husband.

He was until
she set eyes on him.

He wasn't.
They never married.

We would have.

Uh..

Why is it that you wanted to,
uh, see me?

- He's anemic.
- Who?

(together)
My husband.

Oh, both your husbands
are anemic.

We've only got the one.

It's the same man.

And we're not
really married.

Either of us.

I see.

Uh, so what makes you think
that your hus..

...he's anemic?

My sister was anemic.

And Rhodri's got
all the same symptoms.

He's weak, tired.

He says he's got fever,
headaches, palpitations.

He's got no go at all.

He was fine
until he met her.

Actually, as it happens,
there was no problem

until she found out about us.

Oh, that's when it started.

Well, uh..

Anemia is fairly easy
to diagnose.

The underlying cause
is sometimes harder.

But you can make him better,
can't you?

I can't say.

There's no sense in worrying
ourselves now until we--

But I am worried.
I'm worried sick.

Well, so am I. I mean, he's been
off work for three weeks.

He drives a lorry.

I mean, the hours
are very long

and it takes him
away from home

but he's always
been fine with it.

Until now.

Well, the first thing to do
is to get him in

uh, take a blood sample and--

Oh, no, no, no.

He won't do that.

He doesn't believe in doctors.

That's why...we thought
we would come and see you.

Together.

I'm sorry,
I still don't understand.

We thought you could come
and see him.

If we both told him..

Well, if we agreed
without fighting.

[speaking Welsh]

'Then we think he'll listen.'

He'll agree
to let you see him.

Oh, please, doctor.
I hate to see him like this.

Oh, he's very sick.

I could come round
this afternoon.

Say about 3:00?

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

Uh, you working
at the club tonight?

- Yep.
- Will you be late?

It depends.
If the men want a lock-in.

Oh, don't worry,
I can look after dad.

You sure?
It's Friday night, Tom.

[crackers bursting]

[laughing]

I'll stay in.

You stay out
as long as you like.

Two ticks.

Mrs. Sharpe? Uh, come in.

I hate wasting your valuable
time, Dr. Sharma.

Can I call you Prem?

I don't know why they don't just
sell these over the counter.

All my girlfriends use them.

If you could just give me
one of your prescription things

I'll be out of your hair
in a jiffy.

- Why do you want these?
- They're diet pills.

- Do you know what's in them?
- No.

They're basically amphetamines.

- Is that bad?
- Yes.

There can be serious
side effects.

Oh, don't be silly.

The only side effect
is that you don't get fat.

And I want to stay that way
which why I need the pills.

Why do you feel the need
to lose weight?

Because...I'm a woman.

And a very fine-looking woman..

...who certainly
doesn't need diet pills.

That's very sweet of you, Prem.

Unfortunately, my husband
doesn't agree with you.

[speaking Welsh]

Would you talk to your sister
like that?

[speaking Welsh]

[all laughing]

[men laughing]

Gina, you used to do Dr. Elwyn's
signature, didn't you?

Why? Um, Mrs. Roberts.

This is so silly, honestly.

I don't know
what all the fuss is about.

I need to get some of these.

They're diet pills,
that's all.

But he won't let me
have them.

- Why not?
- Because he's not a woman.

You are.
You know what it's like.

You put on a couple of pounds,
and all of a sudden

a man can't bear
to look at you.

Actually,
you probably don't know.

Oh, your notes.

What do you want me to do?

I don't suppose
you could be an angel

and get one of your
little prescription thingies

and sign the doctor's name,
could you?

No.

They're just diet pills, Gina.

I'd make it worth your while.

No.

[instrumental music]

The women in the village,
what do they do?

- Work.
- When they're not working.

Look after their men.

When they're not doing that?

Cook.

What do they do
for distraction?

There's the mother's union..

...sewing classes.

Where do they go to get their
minds off things?

Pontypridd.

- Is that a big place?
- Oh, yes.

So they've got theatres,
operas, that sort of thing?

No.

They've got bingo.

[crackers bursting]

- Go get it then.
- Alright.

[instrumental music]

[grunts]
You're hurting me!

I haven't even started.

Where's your father?

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

I couldn't find it.

So you decided to tell
the doctor's wife

all about our little deal?

She made me.

Don't lie to me, boy.

Morning.

I'm sick of your stupid,
worthless son.

I'm not stupid.

You are.
You're a feckless thug.

- He's only 12.
- I don't care how old he is.

- He's a liability.
- He's just a kid.

(Richard)
'He's never in school.'

'He's always in trouble.'

'He's just the sort of thing'

'that gives this village
a bad name.'

He was playing with fireworks.

'That's just a part
of growing up, that is.'

No, it's not.

'Throwing fireworks
at your elders and betters'

'is not just a part
of growing up.'

All kids get up
to some mischief.

It's vandalism.

I've a good mind
to have him locked up.

'That boy should be in care.'

You can't do that.

Who's gonna stop me? You?

'No-one would listen to you,
Griffiths.'

'You're a pathetic drunk.'

You're up to your eyeballs
in debt

and you can't control
your son.

[instrumental music]

[rock music on radio]

We'll have the house
to ourselves all night.

Megan won't be back
till late.

You sure?

I told her to stay at the club
as long as she likes.

And she will.

Turn it down a bit, Tom.

Why? It's not loud.

Dr. Sharma,
he might not like it.

You're on your
dinner break, mm?

Still.

- Why are you so nervy?
- I don't know.

[both chuckles]
Is it 'cause of tonight?

Maybe.

Hello, Tom.

'Have you got the list
of house calls for today?'

Yes.

You, uh, like this?

Yeah, why?

Oh, I'm-I'm
a Beatles man myself.

You mark my words,
people will be listening

to The Beatles
in 50 years' time.

Enjoy your picnic.

[chuckles]

I don't think the old doctor
knew who the Beatles were.

He's just showing off.

[flute music]

[car honking]

[tires squealing]

Hey!

You stupid man!
You nearly killed me.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Sharma.

I didn't mean it.

The steering's terrible
on this thing.

[door closes]

If you left your keys
in the car

anyone could have taken it.

- Don't be stupid, Griffiths.
- I'm just saying.

We both know who took it.

- Who stole it.
- Dan wouldn't do that.

I'm going to the police.

- I'll have to walk.
- 'Walk?'

Where?

I don't know.

What do you mean
you don't know?

- I was going to go to Cardiff.
- Cardiff?

Well, I can't now.

Well, why are you going?

- I'm runnin' away.
- You can't run away.

- Why not?
- You're only 12.

Wait! I can't walk
as fast as you.

Then don't follow me, then.

You have to show me
the way back to the village.

Why are you
up here anyway?

I went for a walk.

I needed to get away.

You're running away as well?

- No.
- 'Yeah, you are.'

We could run away together.

- We could go to India.
- Don't be stupid.

I'm not stupid.

Dan. Please slow down.

Breathing a little easy again?

Mm-hmm.

I'll look in on you
in a couple of days

but everything
seems to be fine.

I'll just see the doctor out

then I'll bring you up
a cup of tea.

Mm-hmm.

He's as comfortable
as he can be.

He has good days
and bad days.

Mostly bad, mind.

I'm afraid it's going to be
like that from here on in.

A husband dying of emphysema
and a surly stepson.

Not exactly what I imagined
married life would be like.

I don't think I would have
signed up if I'd known.

No.

I don't suppose
any of us would.

Oh, I almost forgot. Uh..

The diary I told you about.

Oh, right.

You sure you don't mind
translating it?

It could just be
full of idle gossip.

No, it's alright.

Why don't you come up
to the club after?

I'll go through it with you
while I'm setting everything up.

Fine.

Play your cards right, I might
even get you a free drink.

[chuckles]

- Where are we going?
- Pencoed.

Are you taking me back?

Nope.

Apart from tiredness
and not quite feeling yourself?

(Rhodri)
'Well, I get palpitations like.'

Any history of arrhythmia?

Have you had
palpitations before?

Oh, no. Always been
as fit as a fiddle.

You have headaches though?

Oh, that's right.
Uh, yeah.

Headaches and fever
and dizziness.

And a craving for ice.

Yeah, that's right.
Dry throat.

Terrible craving for ice.

It's all the same symptoms
my sister had.

And she's fine now.
So it's nothing to fuss about.

A few vitamins, take it easy
for a couple of days

and it'll go away
on its own, right?

Shh, no, Rhodri.

[speaking Welsh]

Well, uh, the first thing
is to do a blood test.

Oh, no. There's no need
for that. I-I'm fine, really.

He was off work
all last week.

And most of the week
before that.

It's not a problem.
I've got sick days due me.

[speaking Welsh]

(Rhodri)
'I-I'll tell you what, doc.
I think you're right.'

Maybe we should do
that blood thing.

Good, good.

But not here.
At your office.

Well, I-I have everything
I need right here.

No.

- It won't take a minute.
- No, I said.

I-I'd feel more comfortable

in case...
s-something goes wrong.

- Got me?
- Nothing's going to go wrong.

Please, doc.

I wanna do it
at your office.

Fine.

- Shall we come with you?
- No.

Can we go now?

- What is this?
- An old coal mine.

Really? An old mine.

It was.
It's closed now.

Dan, wait.
Take my coat.

What is all this?

Did you steal this stuff?

- They're only little things.
- Not like cars.

That's different.
I needed that.

To get to Cardiff?

Why Cardiff?

I was gonna try
and find my mam.

But you said
you don't know where she is.

Why did she run away?

Because of my dad.

I don't blame her.
He's horrible.

He's not that bad.

He's not as nice
as Dr. Sharma.

What?

And you're running away
from him, aren't you?

I am not running away
from Dr. Sharma.

You're impossible.

And running away
won't solve anything.

But I don't wanna go
into a care home.

Why don't you stay
with your father?

He's useless, and anyway,
Mr. Sharpe won't let me.

What's it got to do
with Mr. Sharpe?

It's none of his business.

Everything's Mr. Sharpe's
business.

You're the first person
I've ever let in here.

Um..

I haven't got any of
those things I told you.

I just copied
what Elaine's sister had.

- Why?
- Oh, I'd..

Truth is, doc, I..

I-I'm just knackered,
that's all.

Six weeks ago, some nosey-parker
told Bronwen about Elaine.

She came round,
and they had a right bust-up.

Then they started on me

both of them,
telling me I had to choose.

Choose between them?

Well, the thing is
I-I can't, see.

And ever since, it's been like
the Olympics in the bedroom.

'Both of them trying to prove
they're better than the other.'

- I should just say no.
- Right.

I'm only human, see.

The thing is, see,
I-I love 'em both.

It would break my heart to have
to leave them, either of them.

And that's why you had
time off work?

Um..

No, n-not really.

Oh, then-then why?

Uh...there's this girl at work.

- There's another one?
- She's very nice.

Thing is, she-she wants me
to move in with her.

'I would too.'

But not now.

Not with everything else
that's going on.

Could be a bit tricky,
you know, the arrangement?

Indeed.

Do me a favor, doc.
If you see Bronwen or Elaine

tell 'em I've had
the blood thing done

and everything was alright,
will you?

Well, I'll tell them
that everything's in order.

I'm really sorry
about wastin' your time.

It isn't a waste of time.

The more I get to know
the people in the village

the better I can do my job,
I suppose.

[chuckles]
You must think we're all mad.

Not at all.

I bet you don't get this
sort of thing in India, do you?

You'd be surprised!

[both chuckling]

Mrs. Evans?

Uh...is this a good time?

It's a perfect time.

- How far does that go?
- Miles.

Just the thought of it
scares me.

You can't be afraid of mines
if you're Welsh.

Why?

You wouldn't be able to work.

Are you going to be a miner
when you grow up?

Probably. My dad says
it's good work

and it'll always be there.

What would you do
if you weren't a miner?

Don't know.
Never thought about it.

Well, you should.

- Dan, it's late.
- I'm not going back.

I'll get lost if I try
to go back on my own.

- Is that what you want?
- No, but I don't wanna go.

All you have to do is walk me
to the edge of the village

and then you can come back
and...be a hermit

or whatever it is
you want to be.

Is that too much to ask?

- No.
- Good.

[flute music]

I've just
flipped through it.

It's full of
technical stuff, really.

But from what I've read

Elwyn seems obsessed
with the idea

that Sharpe's changes
to the mine

was putting the men's health
at risk.

Well, how would Elwyn know
about that?

Things people told him.
People he talked to.

Who did he talk to?

Engineers? Doctors?

No, just miners.

Well, that doesn't sound
very reliable.

But they would know though,
wouldn't they, miners?

I have no idea.

I don't know anything
about coal mining.

You don't find too many
coal mines in Delhi.

Can I help you?

Is that where you're from?

- Hmm. Delhi.
- What's it like?

Oh, just like any other
big city, I'm afraid.

I bet it's wonderful. You must
be mad to want to come here.

It's not so bad here.

Wait till winter.

- Why, does it get very cold?
- It did last year.

Even the sheep
had woolly jumpers.

[laughing]

Why did you come here?

Oh, uh, lots of reasons.

Sorry, I'm just being nosy.

No, no. I don't mind.
Uh, lots of reasons.

Some professional,
some personal..

...uh, sometimes, I can't even
remember why we came here.

Well, I'm glad you did.

[instrumental music]

- A snooker table.
- You play?

There was a table at my, uh,
father-in-law's club.

I wasted a lot of time
in there.

Really?

Kamini hated it.

She said it was worse
than if I'd had a mistress.

She was jealous
of a snooker table?

She just didn't want
my career to suffer.

I take it
she doesn't play then.

No. Do you?

A little.

[chuckles]

If Sharpe is putting
the men's lives at risk..

You don't know that he is.
Not for certain.

No, I know.

But if men are dying,
men like my Gareth..

...because of the coal dust..

If there is a health problem
at the mine

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

I don't think they are.

And if they aren't

then we've got to tell them
about Sharpe.

You can't accuse people
of things

without having hard evidence
to back it up. That's slander.

That could get you into trouble.
Legal trouble.

But we have to do something.

Hold on.
When did we become a "we?"

When you asked me to translate
this diary, Dr. Sharma.

I'm serious.

Please. Call me Prem.

I think this could be
really serious.

Well, before anything, we have
to translate the whole diary.

The last thing we'd want to do
is to jump to conclusions

before we have all the facts.

You're right.

Do you want to break?

'Ladies first.'

[guitar music]

We play one game..

...and if I win..

...we get to tell everyone that
Sharpe's a heartless murderer

with blood on his hands.

Mrs. Evans..

- What if I win?
- Don't worry, you won't.

And you can call me Megan.

[upbeat music]

You're, uh,
pretty good at this.

It's all I did
when I was growin' up.

All my cousins are boys.

I got better than them, and they
didn't want to play me anymore.

I'm not surprised.

Men can't bear
losing to a woman.

Gareth couldn't stand it.
I had to let him win.

I see you don't feel
the same way about me.

No. You're different.

- Am I?
- I think so.

I haven't actually lost yet.

Patience, patience.

I'm thinking of showing
the diary to Sharpe.

Why?

Well, if anyone knows
the truth about this, he will.

I really don't think
you should do that, Dr. Sharma.

It'll be fine.

You did that deliberately
to mess up my shot.

Mrs. Evans.

That would be cheating.

[upbeat music]

The key to the whole thing
was the mechanization program.

Well, we're all very impressed

with how you've
handled things here.

Particularly the workforce.

Very tricky.

Once I convinced them
that the increased productivity

meant bigger bonuses, then
I could push the whole thing

through double-quick time.

No Bolshevik,
no union nonsense.

Excellent. Well..

Perhaps it's time we put
your talents to better use.

Can I talk to you,
Mr. Sharpe?

- Not now.
- It's about my boy.

Go home, Griffiths.

It's too late now.

- Do you know Nottingham at all?
- I've never had the pleasure.

(female #1)
'Mr. Sharpe?
It's the police.'

'They've found your car.'

Oh, this day keeps
getting better and better.

Tell them I'll be down
to see them

after I've seen
Mr. McGregor off.

Perhaps a drink
before you leave?

Yes, if you've got time.

Plenty of time.

You could always stay
at my house for the night.

I'm still running away.
I haven't changed my mind.

No. No, no, of course not.

But, uh, if you do

I could perhaps help you
with your reading.

It might give me
something to do.

(male #1)
'Hey!'

- I've been looking for you.
- Get off!

- Excuse me--
- I'm sorry, madam.

I want a word
with this boy.

[doorbell ringing]

Good evening.

- Is your husband in?
- He's late.

Do you know
when he'll be back?

No idea. Come on in.

Mrs. Sharpe?

Perhaps I should just
come back later, Mrs..

Mrs.. Mrs. Sharpe?

So if you could tell
your husband that I called

and I'd quite like
to see him..

- Have a drink.
- It's quite urgent.

Please. Sit down.

[door rattles]

[keys jingling]

You sure your mam's
not coming back?

She's not my mam.

I know. Sorry.

She's at work.

She won't be back until late.

'Cause...it'd be awful
if she came in..

She's not gonna walk in on us.

We'll be all alone.

All night.

We can do whatever we want.

[man coughing]

It's just my dad.

- Is he alright?
- Probably.

Better go check
on him though.

Yeah.

Tom?

I really like you.

Right.

Mr. Sharpe's on his way.

I'm not gonna be able
to ignore this one, Dan.

I'm afraid it could be
very serious.

How serious?

Well..

...if Mr. Sharpe presses charges

it'll have to go
to juvenile court, and then--

I don't want to go
to a care home.

You could end up
in borstal, Dan.

Now why don't you do
yourself a favor

and admit that you stole
Mr. Sharpe's car?

Come on, Dan..

...tell me why you did it.

- He can't.
- Why not?

Because he didn't take
Mr. Sharpe's car. I did.

[snorts]

How dare you laugh at me?

I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Sharma.

I didn't mean to be rude, but..

Well, I-I know you
didn't take Mr. Sharpe's car.

You don't know anything
of the kind.

I found a photograph of Dan's
mother on the front seat.

I put it there.

Now, Mrs. Sharma

we both know you didn't do that.

Are you accusing me of lying?

No! No, no, no.
Of course not, but..

Why would you take
Mr. Sharpe's car?

I wanted to learn how to drive.

[sighs softly]

I'm really sorry

I was so horrible to you
this morning.

You must think I'm awful.

People get emotional
when they see the doctor.

I mean, health is--

It's just really...hard
sometimes..

...always wondering
if you look good

if people appreciate you.

Well, I-I can understand
how that's important to you.

Amphetamines aren't the answer.

You said
you found me attractive.

Ah, uh, actually, what I--

That meant so much to me.

- Did it?
- Just to feel desired.

Right.

I need to tell you something.

Something personal.

Something intimate.

Oh..

I want a baby.

- I'm your doctor.
- Exactly!

Oh! Oh, I see!

I thought you..

Never mind.

Sorry.

For what?

Promise you won't be mad?

What?

It's my first time.

It's okay.
It's my first time too.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Dickie and I have been married
for six years.

Six years!

Why can't I have a baby?
It's all I've ever wanted.

(Prem)
'So you're having trouble
conceiving?'

Conceiving?

You actually have to have sex

before you can conceive.

Don't be ridiculous, Emlyn.
She didn't steal my car.

That's what she's saying.

Well, she's obviously lying..

...just to protect the boy!

I know that, but as long as

she's insisting that she took
the car, my hands are tied.

You can't let her pretend
she stole my car

just to cover up
for that little thug.

I agree. It's not right.

But y-you know,
it-it might be for the best.

What?

The boy's had a real fright
this time.

I don't think we'll be having
any more trouble out of him.

He knows I'll have
my eye on him.

I don't care.

Well, in the end,
it's up to you, Mr. Sharpe.

I'll have to caution
Mrs. Sharma whatever happens

and you'd be within your rights
to press charges.

Only, I have to warn you

it could get very messy..

...for everyone.

Was it how you thought
it would be?

No.

Mind you,
I don't know what I expected.

Me neither.

It was different though.

From what everyone says.

You're not worried, are you?

- No.
- Because it was fine.

Really.

Was it?

Yeah.

It was gorgeous.

[crash]

- I'd better check on him.
- Yeah.

Won't be a minute.

[melancholic music]

(Sylvia)
I thought I was too fat
or too old

or...that he had someone else.

It never occurred to me
that it might be him.

Well, it's just one possibility.

Uh, until I see him,
that's really all I can say.

Impotent?

Impotent?

If he is--

How can I have a baby
if he's impotent?

Mrs. Sharpe, there's no sense
in worrying about this

until I've seen your husband.

If you can get him to come to
the surgery, then we can start--

Oh, no, I can't.
He'd never do that.

That's him.

(Richard)
'Sylvia!'

'Front door's wide open!'

You can't tell him
I said anything about this.

Anything at all.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Sharpe, I need to speak
to you. It is important.

What about?

Can we talk in private?

It's a bit late for that,
isn't it, doctor?

I'm sure Dickie's all tired out
after his long day.

What he needs is a good meal and
a nice drink. He doesn't want--

Sylvia, go to bed.

But you must be starving.
I've made your favorite.

You're drunk.

Go to bed.

Goodnight, doctor.

Mrs. Sharpe.

(Richard)
Now, doctor.

What can I do for you?

Would they really
have put me in prison?

It certainly sounded like it.

And England is supposed
to be a civilized country.

- Wales.
- Sorry?

- It's Wales, not England!
- Right.

You gonna get in trouble
because of me?

Let's just get inside.

Dr. Elwyn never understood
what was at stake here..

...never mind
the white heat of technology.

When I took over, they were
still winning coal by hand.

I brought in
up-to-date machinery

slicers, shearer loaders.

I think Dr. Elwyn was
less concerned with the health

of the mine,
more the health of the miners.

No one is more concerned

with the miners' health
than I am.

Industrial accidents have fallen
every year since I've been here.

Check the figures.

What about lung disease?

Oh, lung disease.

Elwyn was obsessed
with lung disease

as if nothing else matters.

There's a simple way of finding
out how big the problem is.

Chest x-rays.

Please.

You don't know these miners
like I do, doctor.

They are their own worst enemies
when it comes to health.

The only time you'll get 'em
to see a doctor

is when they've got blood
gushing out of them.

They won't go to a hospital
just for an x-ray.

Well, then I'll bring
the x-ray machines to them.

You might want to think
about that.

- Why?
- They don't want to know.

And I don't blame them.

Mining is a dangerous job.

The only way..

...to take all
the danger out of mining

is to stop men going
underground.

Then, there'd be no pit.

What do you think would happen
to the men in this village

if the mine shuts down?

They would just have
to find other jobs.

There are no other jobs.

Not here,
not in a mining village.

There would be nothing.

And poverty does worse things
to a community's health

than the odd case
of lung disease.

[indistinct chattering]

Pint of it.

Go home, Owen.

You've been losing all evening,
and you're drunk.

Go home and look after Dan.

I can't. He's gone.

What do you mean, he's gone?

It's too late anyway.
There's nothing I can do now.

Oh, I almost forgot to say
how sorry I am

about all this business
with your wife.

What business?

Of course.
You haven't been home yet.

I'm afraid she had a bit of
a run-in with the police.

- The police?
- 'Yes.'

My car was stolen
this afternoon.

Everybody knows it was
that wretched Griffiths' boy

but, for some reason,
your wife is insisting

that she took it.

- Why would she say that?
- I've no idea.

Put me in rather
an awkward position though.

The police wanted me
to press charges

but, of course, I said
it was out of the question.

Thank you.

Wives, eh?

She hasn't found it easy
settling in.

Of course.
Best forgotten.

A word to the wise.

If you really feel you need
to go ahead with the x-rays

then I will of course
help you in any way I can.

But I do think

that you may end up
doing more harm than good.

Shh.

I said he could sleep here.

It's a long story.
He was running away from home.

In Mr. Sharpe's car?

You heard.

Why did you say you took it?

They were going to send
the boy to prison, Prem.

And so you told the police

that you stole Sharpe's car?

It was the only thing
I could think of.

I was tired!

You won't believe
what I've been through today.

You know that
nobody believes you.

You have no idea
how ridiculous I felt.

I can imagine.

Do you remember that night
on Dal Lake

when the whole night sky
was reflected in the water?

Do you remember what you said?

It was like we were floating
at the center of the universe.

You said, "You're not alone.

It's you and me
against the world."

Do you remember?

I remember.

Is it still you and me
against the world, Prem?

Is it?

[knocking on door]

[knocking continues]

- Tom?
- My dad's dead.

Oh, Tom, I am so, so sorry.

Megan wants you to come.

Of course. I'll get my bag.

This is all your fault.

- Tom--
- You could've saved my dad.

If you weren't so interested
in my stepmum.

Well, the first thing is to
find out exactly how many miners

have got lung disease
and how bad it is.

- How?
- Simple, chest x-rays.

I don't want anyone going
near that van, understand?

Not one miner
gets his chest x-rayed.

I am on your side!

He's lyin'.

His house is paid for
by the Coal Board.

Him and Sharpe
are as thick as thieves!

[theme music]