Escape from the Dark

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Hey, Luke. Quick, come out of there.

It'll like come down on

us as it will on thee.

All right, then.

Fetch in some more pit

props and we'll shore it up.

Go in.

Whoa.

Get.

Hey you, Flash, what are you

doing with me bait box, eh?

Hey, do you think there's

something in there for you?

Go on with you.

All right. Here, now.

Ahh...

Go on.

Go on with ya.

Go on. Come here, Flash.

Beg pardon, sir.

They can't pull more

than mo tubs at a time.

Nay, sir. Each one of them

things weighs nearly half a ton.

Come on, Flash. Come on.

Come in. Come on.

Have you ever seen a

mane and tail hauler?

No, sir, I never have. I've heard

of them, but I've not seen one.

It's a machine that can handle,

oh, up to a hundred tubs at a time.

Brings empty ones in and

takes the full ones out.

- Oh, aye.

- Why are those men idle?

Oh, they're just waiting for

empty tubs to arrive, sir.

They've got a new pony

and he's a bit slow.

Not like old Flash here. You

won't find his team kept waiting.

He's making you sweat, Ginger!

Mind your leg, Mr. Amiss.

You'll have my leg

off one of these days.

Come on, come on. Come on, come on.

Come on. There. Easy, Flash.

- Come on.

Get up. Get up.

Come on! Come on!

You obstinate, mule-headed...

- Hey, Ginger, none of that!

- He tried to kick me!

So he will ifyou ty

to turn him around now.

- End of his shift.

- Thought I'd get empty tubs up

- for the morning.

- Not with old Flash, you won't.

You may as well turn him loose.

He knows when his shift's over

and he knows where he's going.

Nosey.

- Get!

Here comes Flash.

Hello, Flash. Look what I've brought ya.

There.

Eh, Flash, you're a beauty.

Best of all, you are.

He's no better than Lion, is he Bert?

Nay, Lion's a good 'un.

But he's only a young 'un.

He's not as knowin' as

Flash is, but he'll learn.

Tommy? Dave.

Don't be too long. Your

mother'll have your tea ready.

- Bert.

- Aye?

Best get the boys out of

sight. The gaffer's coming.

- Oh.

- Who's gaffer?

The new manager. Hey, now come

on. Let's have you out of here.

Get in behind this board.

Do as your father says.

- He's not our father.

- Your stepfather then.

- He's not our father.

- Get behind there and argue after.

Keep yourself hidden. Down there.

- Bert?

- ye.

- Just a minute.

- Coming, sir.

Now then, this is Bert Cawsden.

He looks after the ponies.

- Bert, Mr. Sandman.

- Afternoon, Cawsden.

Afternoon, sir.

Oh, yes. How long's

this one been down here?

- Fourteen years,

sir. - Uh-huh.

And he'd be three or four

years old when he came down?

- Aye.

- He must be past his best now then.

Flash? He's the best worker of them all.

Mm-hm.

All right, thank you.

All right, Mr. Carter.

- Cary on, Bert. Time's money.

- Right, sir.

- Which way now, Carter?

- West. Turn left.

Flash, past his time?

He's no' but a London

fella. He doesn't know much.

- I'll, uh, just get some tobacco.

- Right. Cheerio.

See you tomorrow.

- Hello, love.

- Hello, lass.

- Have you seen the boys?

- ye.

They're givin' Bert a

hand with the ponies.

Oh, no, not again. Will

they be home for their tea?

How should I know?

They never speak to me.

One for you and one for you.

Go on, lads, off with you.

- Thanks, Bert.

- Thanks, Bert.

Carter.

Sir?

- Who are those boys?

- Boys, sir?

- Yes, mo boys came out of the pit.

- Oh, them boys, aye.

That's Dave and Tommy Sadler. They

help the horsekeeper with the ponies.

- Too young to be on the payroll.

- Well, they just...

Bert gives them a penny now

and then. They like to do it.

Apart from anything else, there's

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