Original subtitles

According to Elwyn, Sharpe has been breaking

every safety regulation there is

and has been for years.

The coal dust in the mine

is worse than anyone ever remembers.

Well, the first thing is to find out exactly

how many miners have got lung disease and how bad it is.

How?

(Prem) Simple. Chest x-rays.

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

Not one miner gets his chest x-rayed.

What am I supposed to tell them?

Tell 'em it was my idea.

- Then they'll be against it. - Exactly.

There's only one reason why Dr. Sharma brought

that x-ray van to our village.

To help you, all of you.

He's not a company doctor.

We should go.

Leave the village?

(Richard) 'Griffiths!'

I told you to get Elwyn's diary.

And I'll get it.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

You might have won last year, Ceri Joseph

but I think my little sweetheart

may have a surprise or two for you tomorrow.

You say this every year, but you never win.

- I do. - Unless you cheat.

Don't you start all that.

It's not me, you started.

[music continues]

Ah!

[sheep bleating]

[indistinct chatter]

(Gina) Mr. Griffiths, you alright?

Have you seen my boy?

- Dan? No. - Uh..

He's-he's not with Missus, uh, Sharma?

I don't know. Why? Is something wrong?

He's-he's disappeared.

He's always disappearing. That's what he does.

No, this is different. He hasn't gone like this before.

Well, is he in trouble?

I have to find him.

If you see him..

...tell me.

Youare looking

at the new area manager for Nottingham.

- Your promotion? - It's official.

Oh, Dickie!

I can't believe we're finally gonna

get out of this miserable little village.

Ha ha!

What about Sharma's x-rays?

They're not gonna cause a problem, are they?

No, the poor fool who succeeds me

will have to deal with them.

- And that silly diary. - Mm-hmm.

The diary, yes. A little bit of unfinished business there

but that's in hand, I think.

I think today looks set to be rather splendid.

[laughing]

- Dickie? - What?

Seeing as you're a big area manager now

why don't we celebrate?

- What are you after? - Nothing.

I just thought we'd go upstairs. Maybe fool around a little.

Sylvia, it's first thing in the morning.

So?

Y-yes, I haven't got time for this nonsense.

You never have time.

I have to go to work.

And you never want to go upstairs.

Why can't you just admit you've got a problem?

It's nothing to be ashamed of, Dickie.

Dr. Sharma says it happens to lots of men!

[dramatic music]

What?

It's normal.

And there are things you can do.

You told Sharma?

It just sort of...slipped out.

You told that Indian..

...what goes on in our bedroom?

Nothing goes on in our bedroom.

How dare you discuss my private life?

Sorry.

Who do you think you are, Sylvia?

Please, I said I'm sorry.

You will be.

If you mention this..

...ever again toanybody..

...you'll be on the street so fast

your feet won't touch the ground.

[door closes]

[dramatic music]

- Mornin'. - Good morning, Gina.

It's good about the miners, isn't it?

- What is? - Having their x-rays done.

Didn't you know?

Megan Evans went down the pub last night

had a good old shout at them.

She marched them all up to the x-ray van.

- All of them? - I think so.

Glad I wasn't there. You do not want to see her bad side.

I can imagine. Gina, have a seat.

Your results have come back.

I'm pregnant, aren't I?

According to the tests, yes.

Have you told anyone?

You're going to have to, you know?

I know.

You should tell your grandmother.

- I can't. She'll kick me out. - I'm sure she won't.

Well, that's why she kicked my mother out

'cause she got pregnant with me.

I don't know where I'll go.

I can still keep my job, can't I?

It won't be up to me, I'm afraid.

- 'Why not?' - I won't be here.

Mrs. Sharma and I are going back to India.

Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?

My son's disappeared.

When did you last see him?

Uh, last night. This morning, uh..

You're drunk, aren't you? You are a father.

There are plenty of people who would give anything

'to have children.'

What's, uh, going on?

- 'Uh, Dan's gone.' - 'He's run away.'

[exhales] I thought he might have come to you.

Why?

He talks about your missus..

...Mrs. Sharma.

I've looked everywhere, doctor.

Have you been to the police?

- No. - Why not?

I can't.

Owen, if you and Dan are in some kind of trouble

then we can try to help you.

But you have to tell us what happened.

Why don't you step into my office?

Come.

- Tom? - What do you want?

I thought we could talk.

About?

Not here. My nan..

- Do you wanna go somewhere? - I can't.

Just for a minute.

- I'm working. - Well, when you finish.

No, I have to meet someone in Ponty.

- Oh. - A man from London.

What? About your singing?

'Probably won't come to anything.'

- Well, can I come with you? - No.

[engine starts]

It wouldn't look right.

It's been hard bringing up Dan on my own

and working too.

And have a pint and a game of cards.

[sighs]

That's how it started.

But it got out of hand. I've no idea how I lost so much.

I do. I've seen you play.

[scoffs]

Whatever you tell me in here is strictly confidential.

Alright.

There's a..

...there's a welfare fund for the miners.

I borrowed some money from the fund to pay my debts.

'And?'

I meant to pay it back. Honestly.

But I kept falling behind with the rent

and Dan needed things and..

I see.

And then...Sharpe found out.

He's blackmailing you?

He wants me to give him the diary.

[sighs] And if I don't, he'll ruin me.

You have Dr. Elwyn's diary?

Megan showed it to me.

- And I took it. - You stole it?

Sharpe forced me and..

- 'He doesn't own you.' - Oh, he does.

Owen, do you realize how important that diary is?

It's the one thing that can stop Sharpe

putting more lives at risk.

If he's blackmailing you, it'll never stop.

You have to stand up to him.

'Where's the diary now?'

I don't know.

I had a lot to drink..

...I woke up, it was gone.

[sheep bleating]

Gina, are you alright?

Not really.

Why? What's wrong?

Is Tom avoidin' me?

No, I don't think so.

Has he said anything about us?

You need to speak to him, Gina.

I can't.

This is the worst day of my life.

It can't be that bad.

It is.

I've lost my job, my boyfriend won't talk to me.

You-you've lost your job?

No, but I will.

When Dr. Sharma goes.

What? Where's he goin'?

Back to India.

Megan? Where do you want the rest of the stalls?

[rock and roll music]

Goddess costs a bit more than the others

but it's worth it.

Hmm.

My granddaughter swears by it.

- And it's good for greasy hair? - She says it is.

Lots of body?

Plenty of bounce?

Oh, yes. All the girls love it.

I've only got a couple of bottles left.

[bell rings]

I'll take 'em both.

[coins clink]

What can I do for you, Mr. Joseph?

Well, I'm hoping you can help me, Mrs. Davies.

I'm looking for a very good shampoo.

Uh, somethin'..

...a bit special, if you know what I mean.

How funny. So was Mr. Dawkins.

He's just taken my last two bottles of Goddess.

- Has he? - Yes, just now.

- I could order some in for you? - Uh, no.

No, no. No.

Would you like somethin' else?

No.

That's fine.

Thank you.

- Busy? - Just doing some paperwork.

Did you hear about the miners getting their x-rays?

Yes, well done. You succeeded where I failed.

We succeeded. It was your idea.

They didn't take my word for it.

I saw Owen Griffiths.

Oh?

He was looking for Dan.

Oh, there's nothing new there then.

Why did you show him the diary?

Because I thought that he should know what Sharpe is really like.

Sharpe asked him to steal it.

Oh.

He says he's lost it, but for all I know

he's probably already given it to Sharpe.

But we will have the x-ray results back

in a couple of weeks.

And they will probably tell us

that some of the miners have lung disease.

But it's the diary that links it all to Sharpe.

Without the diary, Sharpe gets away scot-free.

- I'm sure we can get-- - Megan.

It's not my fight. It never was.

It's yours, the miners, the villagers

not some Indian doctor who happened to be passing through.

Is that why you're leaving?

No.

But it's made me realize that we just don't fit in here.

Maybe we don't belong here.

Not everyone feels like that.

Seems that way.

I don't.

Oh, Mrs. Sharma.

I was just telling Mrs. Evans that we'll be leaving

by the end of the week.

Then you'll get the doctor you deserve.

I hope you come to the fete.

You might find more friends there than you realize.

Now, goodbye.

[door closes]

What's she doing here?

She just came to tell me that all the miners

have had their x-rays taken.

Good. Then the next doctor can deal with the results.

It's not our problem anymore.

Where are you going?

I think I know where to find Dan Griffiths.

- 'Where?' - I can't tell you.

I promised the boy I wouldn't tell anyone.

Besides, if you came with me, it might scare him off.

[door closes]

- Move a bit over there. - I know.

Just do it, man.

Oh, Megan!

- Megan, he's at it again. - What?

That Emlyn Dawkins, he's cheating.

- He does it every year. - Ceri, I don't care.

Yeah. But, well, it's not a fair contest.

It's a beauty contest, Ceri. It doesn't matter.

- It matters to me. - Well, it doesn't matter to me.

There are more important things in life than this stupid fete.

(Kamini) Dan?

Dan?

Dan?

- 'You can't have that.' - Oh!

You scared the life out of me.

Give it to me.

You look awful.

- Are you alright? Come here. - No, I mean it.

Everyone's worried sick about you.

You're freezing.

Have you read that?

You know I can't read

somethingthisdifficult.

- You took it though. - So Mr. Sharpe can't have it.

I hate him. He spoils everythin'.

Come on, let me take you home.

To my house.

I wish you was my mam.

Dr. Sharma says it might be a while

before we get another doctor.

Apparently, there's a real shortage.

I'll be out of a job if we don't get a new one.

[sighs]

And what makes you think you'll have a job

even if we do get a new doctor?

I know that job like the back of my hands, nan.

How long do you think you can carry on working with that?

What?

Were you ever going to tell me

or did you think I wouldn't notice?

I wasn't born yesterday, Gina.

Have you thought what you're gonna do when thisbaby comes?

How you're gonna get by? Where you're going to live?

Are you gonna kick me out?

Can you think of any reason why I shouldn't?

[rock and roll music]

Right then, Dilys..

[sheep bleating]

Alright, we'll show them, won't we?

Yes, let's show them, Dilys. Time to show them.

Yes! Well, you're a good girl, aren't you?

Go up. I'll be there in a minute.

What's going on?

I told him he could stay.

I couldn't leave him where he was.

- Why didn't you take him home? - He won't go home.

- We're not his parents. - So?

- And we're leaving. - Not tonight, we're not.

Emlyn Dawkins thinks he's so clever takin'

that last bottle of shampoo.

[laughs]

But there's more than one way to skin a cat.

Oh, yes.

Now then, Gladys..

Let's make you look beautiful.

[singing in Welsh]

(Richard) 'Well, I'm sorry to hear you're leaving.'

- I'm sure you'll be missed. - Perhaps.

As it happens, I'm leaving myself in a few days.

I've been promoted to area manager.

Perhaps we should make a joint announcement

at the fete tomorrow?

No, I don't think we'll be doing that.

Is there anything else you wanted?

No. Right.

One more thing.

Will you be passing Dr. Elwyn's diary

on to your successor?

That's not my decision.

Oh, yes.

Megan Evans has it.

Or does she?

I wouldn't know.

Oh, dear.

Do I take it that that whole situation

is becoming a bit tricky?

- Situation? - Is that why you're leaving?

Did Mrs. Sharma find out

about your bit of crumpet?

My what?

Or has Mrs. Evans tired

of her little exotic fling?

I think you'd better leave.

Perhaps she's realized how disgusted

people are with her behavior.

And yours.

Mr. Sharpe, as a doctor, it's my duty to uphold

the well-being of every single person in this village

but I'm pretty sure it doesn't apply

to a cockroach such as yourself.

Do you think your silly little insults bother me?

Probably not.

But I wonder if being exposed for theft

perjury and who knows, manslaughter

might wipe that smile from your face.

I'd be very careful what you say..

...doctor.

This is Britain. Our laws require proof

and unless I'm very much mistaken

without that diary, you have no proof

and without proof, you have nothing.

You are an immoral, corrupt little man, Mr. Sharpe.

And sooner or later, itwillcatch up with you.

Well, that's a possibility.

But I'm afraid you're missing one vital factor.

I don't care.

Godspeed with your packing.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[piano music]

- Where did you get this? - From Dan.

- Have you read this? - Yes.

I never trusted Sharpe, but this.

He's getting away with murder.

It's a disgrace.

The whole world should know what he's been up to.

Come, let's-let's not disturb him.

What did you just say?

I didn't want to disturb him. He's exhausted.

- No, no, no. About Sharpe. - He's a disgrace.

Everybody should know what he's been doing.

Yes.

Yes, they should.

[instrumental music]

[sheep bleating]

- Oh. - Oh.

- 'Yes!' - Oh, yay!

Thank you.

Very nice.

Much better than I expected.

[all laughing]

And don't forget your tickets for the raffle.

The more tickets you buy, the more chances you've got.

All the money goes to the, uh, Miner's Welfare Fund

so if you want to support a good cause

or if you want a week

in a caravan in Porthcawl..

[all cheering]

...make sure you buy plenty of raffle tickets.

[car honking]

Um, Mr. Sharpe? I'd rather you didn't park--

Don't fuss, Mrs. Evans. It's fine where it is.

No, if you just move it round to the side.

Marvelous job you've done organizing this.

You're becoming rather a dab hand at organizing, aren't you?

I gather you were behind

that Bolshie little protest the other day.

Marching all the miners up to get their x-rays done.

- Very clever. - I'm glad you think so.

It won't make any difference though..

...unless you can prove that someone is responsible.

Can you do that?

Because if you can't, you may as well not bother.

Well, once we have the x-ray results back

they're sent on to the Coal Board, then we'll--

What?

What do you think the Coal Board are going to do?

Breathing difficulties are an occupational hazard

for coal miners.

I'll be sure to tell that to my dead husband.

Are you sure this is going to work?

No, but it's worth a try.

What time are you meeting him?

I said I'd be at the fete at half past 12:00.

And you're sure he's going to be there?

I don't know. I hope so. You're not coming?

Yes, but I'll see you there.

I've been asked to remind you that the refreshment tent

won't be open for the sale of alcoholic beverages

until later this afternoon.

We don't want a repeat of last year's fiasco.

- Why not? - Best fun I had all year.

Not everyone shares your enthusiasm

for a punch-up, Bryn.

I do!

As I expect some of you will know by now

Dr. Sharma and his lovely wife

'have decided to return home to their native land.'

'I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say'

what a real pleasure it's been

to entertain our foreign guests.

They've brought us a delightful splash of color

from their exotic country

and we hope that we, in turn

have given them an instructive glimpse

of the British way of life.

But the good doctor isn't the only one who will be leaving

the village in the next few days.

'My good lady wife and I are also off'

'to pastures new.'

'It's been my great honor to serve Trefelin'

over the past five years.

And I trust that I have left the mine and the village

in a strong andhealthystate.

The mine may be healthy, but the miners aren't.

And today is the perfect time for us all to come together

as a community and bury the hatchet..

I know where I'd like to bury it.

(Richard) '...let's all enjoy the day.'

Dr. Sharma?

Dafydd Lewis, Uh, "Pontypridd Observer."

- We spoke on the phone. - Oh, yes. Thank you for coming.

How could I help?

There's something you should read.

Come with me, please.

...the Trefelin annual summer fete..

...open.

[all applauding]

Where'd you learn to cook this?

I just picked it up. It's not that hard really.

Basically, it's just a cawl.

You can get everything you need for this in my shop.

Apart from one or two swanky spices.

But you don't really need them.

It's much the same with or without.

Pop in to the shop sometime, I'll give you the recipe.

I would.

[speaking Welsh]

Oh.

Megan's doing a fabulous job organizing this fete.

Shame she can't organize that useless stepson of hers.

Tom? He's alright.

I heard he's gonna sing for us later.

About the only thing he's good for.

Nan, can you just take over for a minute?

I just don't feel well.

You should have thought of that before, shouldn't you?

It's no good crying to me now.

You can have another helpin' if you like.

On the house.

Where did you get this?

The, uh, previous doctor hid it in the surgery before he died.

These are his notes?

No, a friend translated it for me.

This is damning stuff.

If even half of this is true

then Mr. Sharpe has a lot of explaining to do.

Then you have to publish it.

Well, it-it's not that simple.

I need more than just this. On its own, it's worthless.

- 'Worthless?' - Yes.

Unless there are men willing to come forward and confirm

what it says in here, then it's just hearsay..

...if it's even true at all.

But why would these men lie?

People lie for all kinds of reasons, Mrs. Sharma.

That's the first thing you learn in my business.

'Most of the time, they don't even know they're doin' it.'

You could find them? Interview them?

I could try.

But there's no guarantee they'd speak to me.

It might not be worth all the time and effort.

You can't let Sharpe get away with this.

You overestimate me, Dr. Sharma.

"The Observer" is just a small paper.

And it may not be just Sharpe.

And if it isn't just him..

Look, these are powerful men with friends in high places.

- You're frightened. - Yes, I am.

And you should be too.

They could make life very unpleasant for you..

...unless you can prove what's in this diary.

What if..

...I brought you a witness?

[clears throat]

Griffiths, what do you want?

I need more time.

You haven't got more time.

Either I get that diary today

or I let everyone know that you're a thief.

Don't do this to me.

Stop sniveling, Griffiths, and get on with it.

(male announcer) 'Please stand here for tickets. The queue..'

This is your doing.

- Where's Gladys? - Never mind Gladys.

Where's Dilys?

Well, this is something our colonial cousins

certainly know how to do.

Really good.

In fact, I'd venture to suggest

that it's the best thing they've ever done for us.

'Not like that awful muck you served up'

when the Sharmas came to dinner.

Thank you, Dickie.

So nice to know you appreciate me.

[instrumental music]

What did I say?

Mr. Joseph, go on.

[music continues]

[grunting]

Thank you for helping today, nan.

I didn't do it for you, I did it for the shop.

When do you want me to move out?

What?

You said you wanted me to move out.

You don't have to talk rubbish, Gina.

W-what do you mean?

You think you're gonna be able

to find a place of your own.

Who's gonna pay for it while you're looking after that?

- I don't know. - Then stop talking nonsense.

So you're not gonna kick me out?

I made that mistake once

I'm not gonna make it again.

But if you think I'm gonna wash out nappies

get up in the night and run around

buying endless presents, you've got another thing coming.

I had enough of that nonsense with you and your mother.

You won't have to, nan, I promise.

I'll do everything.

Yes, well, you say that now.

Get off.

I still think

you're a stupid little girl

who should've known better.

(Tom) 'Is this on?'

Hello. Sorry.

You better tell him.

I can't. I don't know what to say.

Well, think of something. He needs to know.

- 'Even if he is useless.' - 'I've tried.'

Just talk to him, Gina.

Try not to make all the mistakes

your mother made.

[all cheering]

Mr. Griffiths, it's important you understand.

Some of the things he says in this diary are shocking.

It's amazing Sharpe was allowed

to get away with this for so long..

...that no one's come forward--

I know what it says in the diary.

I've seen it.

- You have? - Yes.

Do you know any of the men

who-who talked to the old doctor?

[whispers] Yeah.

- Would they speak to me? - I don't know.

What about you?

Did you know all this was going on?

Could you give me some details..

...back it up?

- I-I'm not sure. - Would you put your name to it?

Mr. Lewis, would you give us a moment alone, please?

Sure.

Even if we weren't leaving..

...you couldn't stay here forever, Dan.

- I could come with you. - No.

Well, why not?

Because Dr. Sharma and I aren't your parents.

You have to go back to your dad.

I don't want you to go.

I know.

I'll never forget you, you know?

Me neither.

I got you a little something.

Come on, let's go and find your dad.

If I do what he asks

Sharpe will ruin me.

He's already ruining you.

Just look at yourself.

You don't know what it's like here.

You don't know what will happen to me.

Can it be any worse than what's happening to you now?

You, you made a mistake.

Admit it. Pay the money back.

Accept the consequences.

The miners are my friends.

The only friends I got.

If they find out I stole from them--

At least be a friend to them.

Come clean.

You're a miner. A shop's steward. A socialist.

If you can't make the right decisions

then we're all lost.

You-you-you can't ask me to do this, doctor.

You know more about Mahatma Gandhi

than I ever did, Owen Griffiths.

But I do remember one thing he said.

"Fear has its uses..

...but cowardice has none."

Just listen to what Mr. Lewis has to say.

I'll leave you two alone to speak.

(male announcer) 'Ladies and gentlemen.'

'Highlights of this summer sale..'

[indistinct announcement on speaker]

[bottles clinking]

Megan.

Prem.

Can we talk?

Yes.

I'm sorry about this morning--

No, I'm the one who should be sorry.

For letting you down.

I-I was an idiot for losing that diary.

- It doesn't matter. - No, please let me have my say.

I've always been the outsider in the village.

You're the first person who's been there for me.

You've helped me without judging.

You've made me feel good about myself.

- Megan, I-- - Oh, please.

I know you have your reasons for going

a-and that's none of my business.

But I can't let you go without letting you know

how much you've meant to me.

Oh, Megan.

I wouldn't have lasted five minutes here

if it wasn't for you.

Really?

You've given me a purpose.

Reminded me of what it felt like to be alive.

You'll miss us, you know?

I'll miss you, you know?

Please don't go.

Megan, Megan.

Oh.

Oh. Hello, doctor.

'Sorry, Megan, everyone's looking for you.'

'It's Emlyn Dawkins and Ceri Joseph.'

The sheep contest.

The sheep contest.

[crowd applauding]

- This is your doing, Ceri. - No, it isn't.

Yes, it is, every year--

No, it's not. It's your fault, it's all--

- Boys, behave. - There you are, Megan.

Tell him he's not gonna get away with it this year.

What do you mean not getting it away, Emlyn D-D-Dawkins?

All over a couple of sheep.

- Argh. - What, what?

(Richard) 'Sylvia.'

What are you doing in here?

Sylvia.

You're drunk.

I haven't even started yet.

What do you think you're doing?

There are people out there.

Oh, "There are people out there."

What's the matter, Dickie?

Are you afraid they'll see your good lady wife

isn't so perfect after all?

Or maybe it's you who isn't perfect.

- Give me that. - No.

You're going home.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Sylvia! Sylvia!

Leave me alone.

Stop it!

Don't make me slap you, Sylvia.

[mic shrieking]

(Sylvia on the PA) 'Why would I go home with you?'

'You're not even a real man.'

'I could have had any man in this village.'

They all wanted me.

- The rugby player. - Shut up, Sylvia.

The miners...can't keep their eyes off me.

The pop van boy?

'The one with the hair?'

'I had to fight him off.'

'Even the doctor fancies me.'

'Every man in this village fancies me'

except you.

Fancy anyone calling you Dick.

That's a joke.

[all laughing]

- Need a hand, Mrs. Sharpe? - It's not a hand she needs.

[all laughing]

Oh, come on now. Mr. Sharpe, no hard feelings.

Steady on, Bryn. That's a bit stiff!

Mr. Sharpe.

What would you say to the accusation that you've been

risking men's lives to make your mine more profitable?

And for years, have been lying to your work force

and ignoring their safety?

You aren't seriously gonna believe anythinghesays?

And I should remind you, Dr. Sharma

to be more careful with accusations

in a country in which you area guest.

I'm not making any accusations whatsoever, Mr. Sharpe.

I'm merely relaying the words of my predecessor..

...Dr. Elwyn Thomas.

Elwyn was an obsessive, senile old man

who had no idea what was going on in my mine.

But there are men who do, Mr. Sharpe.

Men who have first-hand experience

of what goes on in your mine.

Who?

What men, Dr. Sharma?

You don't seem to have much support..

...basically because you are not one of us.

(Owen) 'I'll support him.'

Every word in that diary is true

and there's a lot more that Elwyn didn't know.

That man is a thief and a drunkard.

If you want to know how much he's to be trusted

ask him where the missing money

from the miners' benevolent fund is?

It's true.

Do whatever you want with me later

but don't let this...liar..

...get away with it.

I don't have to listen to you.

Then perhaps you'd be prepared to answer

to the press, Mr. Sharpe.

Dafydd Lewis, "Pontypridd Observer."

What do you say to the allegations--

All this lung disease nonsense

has got nothing to do with my mine!

They just smoke too much.

All this is a joke to you, isn't it?

Well, it isn't to us. More men are gonna die because of you!

Sylvia!

You don't deserve what I did for your mine.

None of you.

Dan! Where have you been? Come here.

Oh!

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

Sometimes when you find someone you think

you could really be happy with..

...well, it's just not meant to be.

[sniffles]

But I love him.

(Megan) 'I know.'

I think he loves you too in his way.

[sniffles]

What happens if he goes away and I never see him again?

[sniffles]

I don't know.

[all cheering]

Someone once told me that if you want something really badly

you have to go out and get it.

Maybe they're right.

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Tom singing "Heatwave"]

- Come with me. - On stage?

- No, to London. - I can't.

Us two, together. Taking on the world.

Why not? What's stopping us?

I'm pregnant.

(male #1) 'Tom, come on. Come on.'

[music continues]

♪ Whenever I'm with you ♪

♪ Something inside ♪

♪ Starts burnin'.. ♪

Care to dance?

♪ Something's got a hold on me ♪

♪ Is this the way love's supposed to be ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ Can't keep on cryin' ♪

♪ It's tearing me apart ♪

♪ Whenever you call my name.. ♪

You'll miss him, won't you?

- Yes. - I'll miss all of them.

- I hope they'll be okay. - Why wouldn't they be?

Well, if the x-ray results are bad..

...a lot of these men and their families

are going to suffer terribly.

I don't suppose we'll ever know.

No.

We could always wait until the results come back.

- What? - It'll be a couple of weeks.

One or two months, maximum.

Prem...you're impossible.

[music continues]

♪ Sometimes I stare in space ♪

♪ Tears all over my face ♪

♪ I can't explain it ♪

♪ Don't understand it ♪

♪ Never felt like this before ♪

♪ Now this kind of feeling's got me amazed ♪

♪ Don't know what to do ♪

♪ My head's in a haze ♪

♪ Like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪

♪ Burning in my heart ♪

♪ It's like a heatwave ♪♪

[cheering]