Come you, then, and you shall
bring back a posy fit for a queen
for your brave mother.
Indeed I will, sir.
- Almost there, Huw.
- Yes, sir.
- Low bridge there. Watch out.
- It's fun.
- All right?
- Yes, sir.
- All right?
- Yes, sir.
Easy it is, now.
There.
Cwm Rhondda.
You can walk, Huw, if you try.
Come, lad. You can walk.
Huw. Walk.
There's a good lad. Come on.
See?
There's a good old man.
You've been lucky, Huw.
Lucky to suffer, and lucky to
spend these weary months in bed.
For so God has given you a chance
to make spirit within yourself.
And as your father cleans
his lamp to have good light,
so keep clean your spirit, huh?>
How, sir?
By prayer, Huw.
And by prayer I don't mean
shouting and mumbling,
and wallowing like a hog
in religious sentiment.
Prayer is only another name
for good, clean, direct thinking.
When you pray, think.
Think well what you're saying.
Make your thoughts into things that are solid,
and in that way
your prayer will have strength.?
And that strength will become
a part of you, body, mind and spirit.
And the first duty of these new legs
is to get you to chapel on Sunday.
- Indeed they will, sir.
- There's a good old man again.
Give me your hand.
Come on, now.
Will you please remain in your places?
There's to be a meeting of the deacons.
Meillyn Lewis..
Step forward.
Your sins have found you out.
And now you must pay the price
of all women like you.
You have brought a child into the world
against the commandment.
Prayer is wasted on your sort.
You shall be cast out into the utter darkness
till you have learned your lesson.
Meillyn Lewis, do you admit your sin?
Yes.
Then prepare to suffer your punishment.
Stop it. Leave her alone, you hypocrite.
- Leave it now, Mr Morgan.
- Sit down.
Angharad.
How could you watch them? Cruel old men,
groaning and nodding to hurt her more.
That is not the word of God.
"Go thou and sin no more," Jesus said.
Angharad.
- You know your Bible too well, life too little.
- I know Meillyn Lewis is no worse than I am.
- Angharad.
- What do the deacons know about it?
What do you know about what
could happen to a poor girl when...
when she loves a man so much that even to
lose sight of him for a moment is torture?
- Does it hurt you, Huw?
- Easy, now.
Huw?
Angharad.
I am a man now. Kindly leave the kitchen.
So you're a man now, is it?
Beth. Blasphemy, sacrilege and hypocrisy.
Can't a man smoke
and read a paper on the Sabbath?
Go and blow your nose.
Come in.
Come in.
What under the blazes...
- Good morning, Morgan.
- Good morning, Mr Evans.
- Sit down, sir. Sit down, sir.
- Thank you.
Mr Evans.
The mine owner himself.
Angharad.
- Now to business.
- Yes, sir.
I've come here on
a very delicate mission, Morgan.
- No trouble, sir?
- No. No trouble.
- But it worries me.
- Yes, sir.
I'm here to get your permission
that my son lestyn
may have permission...
- Bless you, Morgan.
- Thank you, sir.
- Now where was I?
- "Permission"?
Yes. That my son lestyn
may have permission,
with your daughter's permission,
to call upon her. There we are.
We are a very proud family, Mr Evans.
Yes, I know. I know, Morgan.
But this is not my doing, Morgan.
It's that young whelp of a...
Mr Evans. Your son has
my permission to speak to me.
Thank you, Morgan.
I'm very much obliged to you.
Yes, sir.
Good old Welsh blood, you know,
and all that sort of thing.
- I'm very much obliged, Morgan.
- Yes, sir.
Beth.
Come, come, come. My shoes. Get my shoes.
You, girl. Get up to your room. Have you
no modesty left in you? Get up there.
Get your hands out...
My shoes. Find the shoes.
Why don't you get yourjackets on?
Mr Morgan?
Sit down.
This is my wife, Mrs Morgan.
How do you do?
Mr Morgan, I've come to ask your permission
to speak to your daughter, Angharad.
These are my sons.
Yes. I know them.
God bless you.
You shouldn't be here.
I couldn't spend
another night without