The Stars Look Down
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:16:00
We're the ones who've got to work coking coal!
:16:04
- You're going to that posh college!
- Get back where you belong!

:16:09
And what am I going to do in that college?
Educate myself to fight for my own kind!

:16:15
I've worked down there with you.
I've got coal dust pitted in my skin!

:16:20
It won't wash out as long as I live!
:16:23
I've seen what it's done to you
with your coughs and your silicosis.

:16:28
It's done it to my own father!
:16:30
Mr Barras!
:16:32
(EAGER SHOUTING)
:16:38
- We've got a deputation, Mr Barras.
- Shan't be a minute, Arthur.

:16:42
- All right, Father.
- Good afternoon.

:16:46
- Good afternoon, Mr Barras.
- Afternoon.

:16:49
- Ah, Fenwick. You got the scholarship?
- Aye.

:16:53
- When do you leave?
- Today. I'm waiting for my father.

:16:56
Let me know when you finish. I might
be able to get you into a council school.

:17:02
- It's not schoolteaching I'm after.
- I'd like to see you get on anyway.

:17:13
- You ready?
- Yes, Mr Barras.

:17:16
- (CHEERY GREETINGS)
- We shan't have any trouble now.

:17:23
Hey, you!
:17:26
Hey, he chose me! He chose me!
:17:42
Three good shirts I'm putting in for you.
:17:45
Send thy washing to a good woman.
None of their new-fangled laundries.

:17:51
- Have you got another handkerchief?
- Aye, Mother.

:17:54
- Making sure he's all poshed up?
- And his pit clothes will be kept posh.


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