A Run for Your Money

This is a story

of how Welsh Wales came to town.

It all began in...

Yes, Hafoduwchbenceubwllymarchogcoch.

Is that you, Gwilym?

Listen, Mr. Davies the manager

wants to see Twm and Dai number nine.

Yes, they are to go up at once,

he's got some wonderful news for 'em.

Righto, I'll tell them.

Ianto!

Hello!

Pass down for Twm and Dai number nine

to see the big boss, something to tell them.

Righto, Hemblyn!

Twm and Dai number nine to see the boss right away.

Got a thing or two to say to them .

Come on, old girl.

Idris!

Twm and Dai to see the boss at the double.

He's gonna tell 'em a thing or two.

Hey!

Hey!

Twm and Dai, boss wants you .

Gonna get your notice I reckon.

What you been doing?

Me, I ain't done nothing.

What you been up to, Dai?

Me, I haven't done nothing, man.

Well, someone's done something.

Go on, be quick, don't keep the little man waiting.

Ee, don't be so soft, man.

It's Dai, afraid of dirty coal.

Good luck, boys.

Don't be down hearted.

Rotten luck, boys.

Rough old ornament he is too, when he's in a mood.

You wanna be careful what you say, see?

Once you put your foot in it,

he'll twist it round on you in no time.

I haven't done nothing, I tell you.

lawn, I know what it is.

It's that twitching of yours.

Half the colliers at the coalface idle listening.

Interfering with output, that's what you are.

The committee'll visit in on you.

What did you say to Tom Thomas

when he trod on your finger?

Called him an Englishman,

insulting language to officials, that'll be it.

- Hurry up, boys, they're waiting for you.

- Come on! - Yes, come on!

Ee, the manager's in the P office.

Oh, righto.

Come on.

Here they are, Mr. Davies.

What have you been up to?

Silence!

Good lad, Twm, good lad.

Wake me up, somebody.

No whiskey for Dai, Mr. Davies,

he's tee total.

- But this is a very special occasion, Bronwen.

Mr. Davies.

Silence, all.

Boys,

you don't know it,

but today, we are famous!

Famous from Land's End to John o'Groats.

Up there in London, the hub of the universe,

what are the newsboys shouting this January evening?

Hafoduwchbenceubwllymarchogcoch.

What are the pigeons in Trafalgar Square cooing?

What's it all about, Mr. Davies?

What are the lions roaring

in the zoological gardens?

But what is it about, Mr. Davies?

But I'm telling you, aren't I?

Haven't Twm and Dai number nine

won the London Echo prize

for filling more coal in a month

than any other pair of pit buddies in any field anywhere?

What do they catch, Mr. Davies?

Glory, man, glory!

Oh.

And I?00 in cash.

And on top of that,

the best seats in the stand

for the international rugby football match

between Wales and England at Twickenham .

Twickenham, that's tomorrow!

Hasn't the club coach gone?

- Aye, it'll be gone now, there's the train though!

Not much time for the old train either!

- now come on boys, we'll all give an 'and .

Hey, get my best suit, somebody.

It's under the mattress.

Aye, and mine too, it's under Twm's.

Righto.

- Aren't you afraid of letting Dai go off without you?

If those London girls get after him...

Cor, smashers they are.

Paint on their toenails.

You better warn him watch his step.

What you going to do for a hat, Dai?

Wear my best cap.

Wear my trilby then.

- You can't go get your prize money in that old thing, Dai.

What size your head, boy?

Well, never mind about the size, man,

so long as it fits.

Try mine.

Aye, try this one.

Oh no, chuck it out.

What about this one?

Here we are.

Try mine, Dai!

Yes, lovely you look, Dai.

Pass for a deacon any time.

- Sits right tidy on his ears, don't it?

- lawn, I couldn't take your hat, Mr. Davies.

Might get bashed in or something.

Take it, my boy, take it.

Let it be a sacred symbol.

A reminder of your Bron.

- Don't you let it out of your sight for a minute, Dai.

Lose your head but not your hat.

Don't you lose nothing, Dai.

Hey, hey, hey,

fetch my dad's watch and chain somebody, will you?

Where is it?

It's up the bedroom chimney, of course.

- Well boys, here's £5 each for the journey.

And I am sure the good wishes of us all go with you.

And there hasn't been an occasion like this

since that day 10 years ago

when our good Twm here

won the petition singing at the national Eisteddfod.

Twm singing and Huw Price at the harp.

Hurry up boys, or you'll miss the train.

- I wonder how old Huw is getting on in London.

- Harping before the king and queen by now,

if he's got it right.

How do I look, Bron?

You'll pass.

I believe you're jealous.

I'm not.

Them London girls, is it?

Well, you've never been to London,

and it's a long way,

and you haven't got any experience

even though you think you have.

Oh, you women, you're all the same.

- Don't call me women in that tone of voice either.

- Come on, stop saying pretty things to each other.

Train won't wait.

- Have a good time, love, and come back safe.

Keep an eye on him, Twm Bach.

- One eye on him and the other on the match,

I'll be ruddy squinting.

Hey, little old train!

At least it's tonight, only five minutes behind our time.

- lawn, everybody's catching the train except us.

Come on!

Here's your leeks, boys.

That's right, stick it on me.

There you are.

Here's your tickets, boys.

Change at Cardiff General.

Good luck on your journey, boys.

Don't forget, Dai.

So long now!

Be seeing you!

lawn, I never told the boys

for getting their prize money and all that.

You'll be met at Paddington, boys!

Shouting, he is!

What's the silly old article shouting about?

- No, you nearly lost your sacred symbol already, man.

Right so.