The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain Page #6

- Mm-hmm.

- Everythin` looks better when

it`s wet, don`t you think ?

- [ Squeaks ] Mm !

- Are you hungry ?

Were you lookin`

for somethin` to eat ?

- l`m fami-- famished. l`m famished.

- Yes, you look hungry.

- Ah !

- George.

Ah. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Right, Anson, the order of the day:

sort out this motorcar. Anson !

- Yes ?

- We can`t be sitting

around here forever...

waiting for some joker

on a motorcycle.

- We should be off.

- Back into England or

further into Wales ?

Uh, well, to the north, north,

north into Wales, really.

lf it`s rainin` here, it`s rainin` more

there. You might as well wait here.

[ Banging On Door ]

And the inns

in North Wales-- Ugh !

- Come on, girl. Let me in.

- Like sleepin` in stables.

l`m so wet l`m melting.

Ah. Mornin`.

Morning.

- So ?

- So what ?

You know ! Last night.

Miss Elizabeth and the English.

Firstly, Miss Elizabeth

died in her sleep;

and secondly, they`re

not animals like you, Morgan.

They`re gentlemen.

An animal.

You`re not very good at this, are you ?

Come on. Concentrate.

That fool said he`d

be here by 11:
00.

''l`ll have some news,'' he said. ''l`ll

have the part from Cardiff,'' he said.

lt`s almost sodding noon !

God, l hate the Welsh.

The roads are probably

bad with the rain.

Well, come on, Anson.

Hmm ?

Sorry. Wh-Where

are we going ?

Well, where the hell

do you think ? To get the car.

To get the car.

To get the car. Yes. Yes.

[ Checker Taps Against Board ]

[ Grandfather ] The truth is that,

while we Welsh like to believe...

that it was the mountains that

beat the successive invaders,

it was, really, the weather

that comes with mountains.

- lt was the rain that

defeated every invader.

- [ George ] Anson !

[ Grandfather ] Yes, simple rain.

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Chattering ]

- Yes, sir ?

- l would like--

Oh, God. Anson.

- We`d like to send a telegram, please.

- Yes, sir.

l have been advised

by my department...

that l can take a train

from here to Pontypridd.

- A passenger train.

- Yes.

But you told me that

there were no passenger trains.

Going east. l didn`t know

you wanted to go north.

Why did you assume

that l wanted to go east ?

You`re English,

and England is... east.

Anson.

Uh, well, could we possibly

then have, um, two first-class--

eh, second-class tickets

to, to Pontypridd ?

To the north.

l`m sorry.

You could`ve gone yesterday,

but you can`t today.

- Oh ?

- Flooding on the line.

Fl-Flooding.

Gentlemen, success ?

- Flooding.

- As predicted in the Bible.

[ Chuckles ]

Yes, it`s, it`s interesting actually,

because the, uh, passenger trains...

seem to be affected by

the flooding, but, uh, the coal

trains are running as normal.

Oh, different lines.

Ah ! Yes, of course. l knew there`d be

a simple explanation, George.

- You see, it`s different lines

that they`re on.

- Shut up, Anson.

Now, please send...

some more blankets and

a bottle of gin to my room.

Thank you.

[ Grandfather ] lt started rainin`

Thursday night,

and it rained

all Friday mornin`.

And it rained

all Friday afternoon.

lt seemed that the rain

would never stop.

And for the first time, the Welsh and

the English were united by the fact...

that there was

nothin` to do but wait.

But then,

on Sunday mornin`,

two miracles occurred:

lt stopped rainin` and,

miracle of miracles,

Morgan the Goat

talked to Reverend Jones.

Ah. Reverend Jones.

Morgan.

lt stopped rainin`.

Yes, l`m

quite aware of that.

There are

no trains today.

Yes, yes. There are no trains

on the day of the Lord.

Eh, look, wh-what

l`m sayin` is that, uh,

today is our last chance

to build the mountain.

But since it`s Sunday,

everyone will be in chapel.

Chapel will start at 10:30

as usual, Mr. Morgan.

But no one will work on a Sunday

without your blessin`.

And tomorrow, the English will

be on the mornin` train out, and

we`ll have missed our chance.

They have telegrams and tickets

and orders from head office.

l can`t keep them here

any longer.

lt`s today or never.

Chapel will start

at 10:
30, Mr. Morgan.

And it would make the good Lord

very happy if for once you were here !

[ Slams Door ]

[ Chicken Clucking ]

- Good morning.

- Yes, it is.

A beautiful mornin`.

- They`re pretty.

- Mmm. Yes.

But not as pretty as me.

Y-You`re supposed

to say that.

Betty !

[ Bucket Clanging, Chicken Clucking ]

Didn`t you hear me calling ?

l need a clean shirt.

Don`t look at me.

Well, l-l would lend you one,

but l`m afraid this is the only

clean one l have. [ Chuckles ]

[ Chattering ]

My text for today

comes from...

Psalm 99:
Verse 9.

''Exalt the Lord our God,

and worship...

at His holy hill.''

First thing tomorrow ?

Yes. Yes, l`m afraid so.

Uh, George had some, uh, pretty stern

orders from London last night,

so, um, we`re off

on the 8:
30 train.

Whatever his, uh,

state of health.

[ Chuckles ]

He was very drunk last night.

And the night before.

[ lmitates George ] ''A habit

l picked up in lndia.'' [ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ] Yes, l don`t think he had

enough to do out there, poor chap.

Oh, yeah.

You`d go mad here too.

No, l-- l could live in a place

like this. l`ve-- l`ve enjoyed myself.

You have ?

l see it as a prayer...

made manifest in soil.

One day,

our children`s children...

will play where

we are piling earth.

Elderly people will be able

to see it from the valley...

and be reminded

of their youth.

And therefore,

even though it is a Sunday--

but especially because

it is a Sunday--

you will see me immediately

after this service...

climbing Ffynnon Garw...

with God`s soil in my hand.

And l will build

that mound...

and dedicate it to God.

l will build that mound...

in memory of our loved ones

who will...

not return from war !

And l will

build that mound...

as a humble echo...

of the great mountains...

the Lord has given us.

And l will build that mound

in celebration of the joy...

our mountain

has given us !

And l will build

that mound knowing...

that the Lord God

is with me.

''Exalt the Lord our God,

and worship

at His holy hill.''

Oh. And l expect

to see you all-- Huh ?

Up there !

[ Murmuring ]

- Ah.

- But don`t think for one minute...

that you can sell beer

on the Sabbath.

Though l must say l don`t see what l

could usefully do in a place like this.

Oh, it`s easy for you.

You can do anything.

You`re an educated man.

Well, l`m not really qualified

to do very much.

l could teach, l suppose.

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, dear.

Sorry. No, l--

l was, um--

l was going to ask you something

personal; it was probably indiscreet.

l don`t mind.

Well, l just, uh--

You know, l-l-l--

l know even less about you than l d--

l did about, um,

[ Chuckles ]

M-Miss Elizabeth.

[ Laughs ] Miss Elizabeth.

l couldn`t keep that up for long.

Well, there`s nothing

very special about me.

l`m the kind of girl you

usually don`t notice.

l scuttle in with a tray of tea,

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