who can tell me?

TOMOS is at his desk.

                    TOMOS

                    Sir?

                              MR DAVIES

                              Yes, Tomos?

TOMOS

20th August, 1963.

Dear Sir,

RE:

Anne joins in.

ANNE & TOMOS

Danger from coal slurry being tipped at the rear of Pantglas school, Aberfan.

Two more children join in the recitation.

In connection with the above

my public works Superintendent

has been in touch with Mr Wynne,

Four more children join.

Manager at the Merthyr Vale Colliery

in connection with the deposit of slurry

Eight more children join.

on the existing tip at the rear

of the Pantglas school.

Sixteen more children join.

The whole class is now reciting the letter.

I am very apprehensive about this matter

as are the councillors and the residents in this area

as they have previously experienced,

during periods of rain,

movement of the slurry

to the danger and detriment

of people and property

adjoining the site of the tips.

Thirty-two villagers join the voices of the children.

13th December, 1963.

Dear Sir,

RE: Danger from coal slurry being tipped at the rear of Pantglas school, Aberfan.

As a matter of emergency …

Sixty-four more voices from the village join.

I feel it is necessary

that the N.C.B. be made to commit …

without any delay …

in the event of the tips …

EDNA, still on the hill, adds her voice.

31st January, 1964

Dear Sir,

RE:

EDNA’S young child joins with her.

In spite of what the Area Engineer

says in his letter of 28th January …

EDNA’S husband also joins.

… I am not of the opinion that further material is unlikely to be washed

down the waterway

A gang of nine workers at the summit

of tip number seven join in.

… on the 22nd January I stated that the pipes

Another two tip workers add their voices.

under the Aberfan road were half full of silt

Another two workers join,

bringing the total voices speaking to 144.

and that conditions were ripe …

One of the workers, JOHN, a crane driver, speaks.

JOHN

When we arrived that morning,

it was still quite dark, but we could all still see,

the point of the tip, it had sunk.

The track for my crane had fallen in,

slipped from where it should be.

I asked Dave, one of the slingers,

to run on down,

let Les our charge-hand know.

Which he did.

There used to be a telephone,

but the wires, they kept getting stolen.

So Dave went down instead.

I watched him fade and go.

The mist, you see, it was cloud-cover thick.

We couldn’t see the village below.

The recitation of the letters continues,

without the voices of the workers.

So far as the council are concerned

there has been a deterioration

in the position

EDNA’S husband drops out.

As I have said …

the silt washed down …

EDNA’S child drops out.

will now build up …

EDNA speaks alone.

EDNA

I’d been out in that mist,

so thick I could only see

a couple of the poles down below,

the ones that carry the wires into town.

One, two, maybe three, no more.

Then suddenly, those wires,

they started swinging around,

started jumping.

Like some giant hand

was playing at skipping.

In the village 128 voices continue.

I respectfully suggest that you require the submission …

in order to safeguard the future position …

Sixty-four voices leave.

I have not yet had

a satisfactory reply

to the questions raised.

… sliding in the manner

that I have envisaged.

Thirty-two voices in the school fade away.

I understand …

… that the slurry is de-watered

before being tipped

but… this would not be a solution

to movement in winter time due

Sixteen more children drop out.

to the absorption of storm water.

Eight more children fall silent.

You are no doubt aware

of the tips

above Pantglas

Four more children leave.

and if they were to move

Two more children stop speaking,

leaving just TOMOS and ANNE.

TOMOS & ANNE

a very serious position

ANNE drops out.

TOMOS

would accrue.

          MR DAVIES

          Yes, Tomos?

                    TOMOS

                    October 21st, 1966. Sir.

MR DAVIES writes the date on the blackboard

ANNE raises her hand.

There is a faint rumbling sound.

                    ANNE

                    Sir?

          MR DAVIES

          Yes?

                    ANNE

                    Is that thunder?

          MR DAVIES

          Maybe, Anne.

ANNE speaks in an older voice

ANNE

But then it got louder than thunder ever can.

And faster.

I looked out the window, saw Jack-the-Milk,

then – and I still don’t know why,

I had no time to think –

I put the book I was reading over my head.

Seconds later, the darkness came in,

as if all the eyes in all the world,

had chosen then to blink.

A single milk bottle falls, breaks.

The rumble becomes a roar,

increasing in volume.

PART IIRescuers

In every window

The roaring becomes the sound of tyres on tarmac.

Car headlights on an empty motorway.

A young medical student, MANSEL, is at the wheel.

MANSEL

I’m a scientist, so I don’t

believe in spirits and such.

But I’ve always kept a diary,

a page of A4, every night,

so it’s there, in black and white.

We couldn’t sleep. Me or my wife.

We were living, back then,

in East London. Us and our baby boy,

but that wasn’t where we were from.

No, that was Merthyr and Aberfan.

And that’s where we were going

in the early dark that morning.

A christening, later that day.

Like I said, we couldn’t sleep.

No point lying in bed, awake,

that’s what we thought.

So we packed up the Ford,

and went.

DAVE EVANS is in his home in Aberfan.

As he speaks he answers the door to a NEIGHBOUR.

DAVE

I was getting ready for work,

up at the bank.

Hadn’t long put on my suit and tie

when a neighbour came over,

asked if he could use our phone.

He seemed upset.

‘Of course,’ I said. ‘Why?’

          NEIGHBOUR

          There’s something wrong.

          A house has collapsed, up at Moy Road.

                    DAVE EVANS

                    Collapsed? How?

          NEIGHBOUR

          That’s all I was told.

          But it’s happened, just now.

DAVE EVANS

So I dialled, 999.

Got through to the fire service

and let them know.

While I was on the line

I heard a woman scream. I looked up.

Men were running past my window.

          (on the phone)

          I think it’s something major.

          How long til you arrive?

                    OPERATOR

                    As soon as we can.

                    Your call’s been logged at 09.25.

SAM KNIGHT, a young journalist,

is sitting on the train.

SAM

I’d just got back from honeymoon.

A week near Burnham Beeches.

I was still living in Cardiff

with my wife and her parents.

I was young, ambitious,

been at the Express for a year and a half.

I wanted to go places, travel.

And I did.

But that morning, it was just Merthyr again,

on

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