:43:01
I'm not nagging at you, but you've got
too good a brain to throw it away.
:43:06
You've got no right to go down the pit,
you can be more use.
:43:10
What's wrong with the pit? It's a man's job.
:43:13
I thought that when I was leaving school...
:43:17
- Davey!
- Hello, Hughie.
:43:18
- Did you see the match?
- It was grand.
:43:21
My name will be seen
in the "Tynecastle Chronicle".
:43:25
Of course. When are you coming over?
Jenny hasn't seen you for months.
:43:29
I've got to put in a lot of training.
:43:34
Sorry. Remember me to Jenny!
:43:36
See what our Hughie thinks about pit work.
He's mad about football.
:43:41
- Somebody's got to go down pit.
- Yes, I know...
:43:45
- Mrs Reedy, I was hoping...
- Don't Mrs Reedy me!
:43:48
I know the blather you're stuffing
into his head. Where's education got you?
:43:53
45 bob a week. Well, Mr Smarty,
our Pat will be fetching as much as that
:43:59
and no mucking about before he does it!
:44:02
Such a lot you were going to do
for the men! Going into Parliament!
:44:15
How then, Mother?
- How's thyself, lad?
:44:19
- Father in?
- He'll be back in a minute.
:44:22
- Come in. You can wait for him.
- I'd better be getting along.
:44:27
- Jenny's got veal and ham pie waiting.
- Please thyself, lad.
:44:36
Mother, I wish you'd give Jenny a chance.
:44:40
- You haven't been to see her.
- Does she want me to see her?
:44:45
You don't give her a chance.
She's lonely. She wants cheering up.
:44:53
Wants cheering up, does she?
:44:56
Lonely? Why should a woman be lonely
with a man of her own to look after?