1:17:16
(ALARM BELLS CLANG)
1:17:44
- Let 'em in. Barras's order.
- All right. Come on.
1:18:00
My son's down there, Barras. My son Bob.
Why don't you go and fetch him out?
1:18:05
That'll do no good, Tom!
What's being done?
1:18:08
Most of the shift are in the upper levels.
We're in constant touch.
1:18:12
- Is our Bob in there?
- There's a man getting the names through.
1:18:17
Your husband was cut off,
but he found a way into the old workings.
1:18:22
- Is Hughie there?
- I don't know.
1:18:24
- Can I come?
- Yes.
1:18:26
Stay in the yard, Mother.