The Proud Valley Page #2

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Not if you keep on

getting into scraps all the time.

You like a bit of a scrap yourself, don't you?

You'll know more about that

when we're married, my boy.

- I'll be ready to take you on any day.

- But not in my working clothes, eh?

Don't talk soft out here, Em.

Coming in for a minute?

Oh, no, for your mother

wouldn't like it if I came in like this.

Oh, Emlyn. Here's that letter

from the School of Mines.

- Come in and read it.

- Yes, yes. In you go, my boy.

In here. It's more private than the shop.

- It looks fat enough to hold a certificate.

- Oh, no such luck. You open it, Gwen.

It is. It is!

Look, Mam!

His manager's certificate.

Yes. Be careful with it, my girl,

for you'll want to frame it one day.

- Don't I get a look? It took me three years to get that.

- No, I'll hold it for you.

Oh. It isn't much to look at, is it?

There's only one place we could hang that.

Of course. In the front parlor of your little

house when you get married, my boy.

Well, it's glad I am that you'll be

getting a good job now soon.

But as I was saying to Gwen,

what a difference there is...

between Mrs. Bowen,

the manager's wife, with her nice little car...

and the wife of a collier, like your mother,

with a house full of children.

- Oh, Mam, you mustn't.

- No disrespect to your mother, Emlyn bach...

- for she's a hardworking woman who's had to

make one shilling do the work of two.

I'll go, Gwen bach.

You mustn't take any notice of Mam,

for you know how she talks.

Oh, I don't mind her.

Not now anyway.

Wash your face then,

and I'll give you a kiss.

I said wash your face.

- Four, five, six, seven.

- Well, that ain't so dusty.

- How was I doing?

- Very nice.

You've got a big future in this game,

my boy, but it don't pay to be shy.

Let 'em have it.

And when your friends

Desert you

In the time of your downfall

Lamentations! Somebody must have

been run over by the sound of it!

Lamentations! I thought something was the matter

when I heard the noise you were making.

Shut up, good boys, and go from here before

you frighten the children out of their senses.

Go, for it's a worse noise

than the wild beast showl

Go! Go, before I send for

John, the policeman.

- Spare a copper, lady?

- Payment you expect for making such a noise?

- That's the only way to get rid of them, Mrs. Owen.

- To encourage them, more like.

Well, we've all got to live.

Oh, thank you, kind lady.

Hear and answer

Hear and answer, Baal

Mark how the scorner derideth us

Derideth us

Derideth us

Hear and answer

Hear and answer

Hear and answer

Hear and answer

Baal, hear and answer

Hear and answer

- Hear and answer

- No, no, no.

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