back, please
I refuse, sir
Make a back,
Mr. Phillips!
I refuse, sir!
Mr. Mills,
make a back
Here
Put this in between
your teeth
Bite it hard
Well, the scholar!
[Whimpering]
Huw!
Lad!
I'll go to my death
You got that in school?
He's cut you to the bone
Who was it?
Mr. Jonas?
We'll have a word with him
No
Why not?
I broke the rule
when I fought
There's no rule for that
But he warned me
Rubbish, boy!
Wait, Davy
This is Huw's affair
He shall decide
Say the word, lad,
and we will have
the bones hot from his flesh
No Leave him alone
I think our baby brother
is becoming quite a man
These denominations
are used in measuring
distances and...
Yes?
Right!
Good morning,
Mister, uh
Jonas
- Mr. Jonas
- Mr. Jonas
We have come
to the right place, indeed
Ha ha ha!
What can I do
for you?
A man is never
too old to learn,
Is it, Mr. Jonas?
No
I was in school
myself once,
but no great one
for knowledge
Look here,
what do you want?
Knowledge
How would you
go about
taking
the measurement
of a stick,
Mr. Jonas?
By its length,
of course
And how would you
measure a man
who would use a stick
on a boy 1/3 his size?
Tell us
Now, you are good
in the use of a stick,
but boxing is my subject,
according to the rules laid down
by the good Marquis
of Queensberry
God rest his soul
And happy I am
to pass on my knowledge to you
Mr. Motshill!
Mr. Motshill!
All right, get him
into position, now
Now, look, to make
a good boxer,
you must have a good
right hand, you see?
Now, you see,
that is how you will
punish your man...
with a right
and a left
The gentleman
is talking to you
Raise him
Come on, come on
Up, up, up
Position again
Could I have your attention,
boys and girls?
I am not accustomed
to speaking in public
Only public houses
But this never use
It's against the rules
Break a man's nose
Now, then...
I'm afraid he will
never make a boxer
No aptitude
for knowledge
[Whistle Blowing]
[Bell Clanging]
Mr. Gruffydd!
Mr. Gruffydd!
Ivor fell under a tram...
lower level
[Crying]
Ivor!
[Praying in Welsh]
We have our first
grandson, Gwil
Give one and take the other
Tell that to that girl up there!
She'll have
an answer for you
Do not kindle the wrath
To hell with the wrath!
And I'm saying it
plain to be heard
Ah, 'tis good
With honors, then
Our son is a scholar
What is it, Huw?
I can't make sense with it
Latin it is
Latin, is it?
Why not good Welsh
or even English?
It is the fashion
Fashion Frenchies,
decimal points,
and bathtubs
full of holes
My poor Huw,
they've stuffed your head
with Latin
Beth,
my old beauty, you
a black eye, is it?
Go ahead, shout!
Wake up the baby, then
There is beautiful
The image of my father, he is
What bloody nonsense
Now then, Huw,
what will it be?
To Cardiff to school,
then the university
to be a lawyer, is it,
or a doctor?
Dr Huw Morgan
Well, Uncle Huw,
that will be something special
Yes, indeed,
with a lovely horse and trap
and a good black suit
and a shirt with starch
Oh, there is good,
my little one
Now then, a glass of
buttermilk for you
with all
your knowledge
Yes, mother,
and some of Bron's shortcake
Oh, and my shortcake is to be fed
to the pigs, is it?
No, only I finished
yours yesterday
Today is shortcake day
with Bron
I'm sorry, Huw,
only currant bread I made today
Nobody to eat it now
Oh, Mother,
I'm lonely without him
I put his boots and clothes
ready every night,
but they're there still
in the morning
There is lonely I am
Gwil, I will have Bron here
to live if she will come
Not Bron
One mistress
in the house
Now, Huw,
what will it be?
I will go down the colliery
with you, sir
Have sense, boy
The colliery is no place for you
Why not try for
a respectable job?
Respectable?
Are you and his brothers
a lot of old jailbirds?
Aw, leave it now, Beth
I only want the best for the boy
If he is as good a man
as you and his