Will you say something,
Mother?
Go on
Say something
But what...
what'll I say?
You found plenty to say
the last time you spoke
It should be
easier now, with friends
Uh, well...
welcome and eat,
everyone
Smoke is it, boys
lanto
I haven't seen you
in chapel lately
I have been too busy
What business,
may I ask?
Mine
Only asking a civil question, I was
And having
a civil answer
I have been busy
with the union
Unions are the work
of the devil
You will come
to no good end
At least I am not
sitting on it,
talking rubbish
in chapel
Look here...
Oh, leave it, or I'll say
something to be sorry
This is a matter
that requires airing
lanto,
why do you think
we at the chapel
talk rubbish?
My remark was not aimed at you
Then aim it
Very well
Because you
make yourselves out
to be shepherds
of the flock,
and yet you allow
your sheep
to live in filth
and poverty,
and if they try and raise their
voices against it,
you calm them
by telling them
their suffering
is the will of God
Sheep, indeed
Are we sheep to be
herded and sheared
by a handful of owners?
I was taught
man was made
in the image of God,
not a sheep
I haven't expressed my views
around here
because I haven't
had any wish
to interfere
in a family disagreement
You have my permission
to speak
Very well, then
Here is what I think
First, have your union
You need it
Alone, you are weak
Together, you're strong
But remember
that with strength
goes responsibility,
to others
and yourselves,
for you cannot conquer injustice
with more injustice...
only with justice
and the help of God
Are you coming outside
your position in life,
Mr. Gruffydd?
Your business is spiritual
My business is anything
that comes between man
and the spirit of God
The deacons shall hear
that you've been
preaching socialism!
Mr. Parry!
Loose the old devil's
teeth!
He is our guest!
Beth, a pint of home brew
for Mr. Parry
I'll give him a clout
with a frying pan!
Oh!
Miss Jenkins!
A sweet song!
The harp, is it?
Come on, men
Get in here
Now, look
A little song
Angharad
Mr. Gruffydd, will we always
be in your debt,
now you have made us
a family again?
Here Let me
Oh, your hands
There's a pity
No matter
Have you ever been
down the collieries?
10 years
10 years?
While I was studying
A bit of soap now
Oh, don't bother,
please
There's a man
for you...
spoiling
his good handkerchief
Look, now...
you are king in the chapel,
but I will be queen
in my own kitchen
You will be queen
wherever you walk
What does that mean?
I should not have said it
Why?
I have no right
to speak to you so
Mr. Gruffydd?
If the right
is mine to give,
you have it
[Horn Blowing]
Then the strike
was settled,
with the help of Mr. Gruffydd
and my father
Work again...
work to wipe out the memory
of idleness and hardship
The men were happy
going up the hill that morning
1 and 9
1 and 9
1 and 10!
[Horn Blowing]
But not all of them,
for there were too many now
for the jobs open,
and some learned
that never again
would there be work
for them
in their own valley
It is the same
all over south Wales, it is
Father
In Cardiff, the men
are standing in line
to have bread
from the government
Not for us, eh, lad?
We will have
our share of the box
and go,
if you please, sir
Where will you go?
America
My share, too, Owen
And mine
No Our own
We will
take no charity
Not charity, man...
sense
No, only our own
Ahem
[Sniff Sniff]
Say nothing of this
to your mother
Let this day
be over first
Never mind
saying nothing
I heard
America?
My babies
Shall we have
a chapter, my sons?
What shall we have, sir?
Isaiah 55
Those two gone...
this is only the beginning
Then all of you will go
One after the other,
all of you
I will never
leave you, Mama
Huw, boy, if you should
ever leave me,
I'll be sorry
I ever had babies
Why did you
have them?
Indeed to goodness,
boy, why?
To