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What's this thing we're going on again?
Theatre trip, innit? It's going to be well good.
No, I think it's going to be boring.
I reckon it might be all right, you know.
Yeah, it'd be a laugh, wouldn't it?
I do, because I ain't got my pass with me.
No, we're getting a coach, innit? How embarrassing is that?
No, a coach would be a laugh, man.
Yeah, it'd be all right, wouldn't it?
I forgot to tell you. Do you know who I saw yesterday?
Oh, my God, what is she wearing?
What is she wearing? I ain't walking down the street if I'm looking like
That is well shameful.
How are we all?
Looking forward to a slice of culture.
Me? We're all in for a treat today. Me? I'm going to give you your ticket now.
Me? I want you to look after them. Me?
And don't lose them. Yes, Lauren?
Miss, I'm not being funny or nothing, but have you seen what you've got on?
Are you suggesting I don't know what I'm wearing, Lauren?
I don't know, Miss. I thought maybe someone had thrown it at you or
Well, I think it's nice to make an effort once in a while.
No, I don't think it is me.
Now, the coach is parked by the main gate.
Are you going out on the street like that, me? Gather up all your belongings.
But are you going out on the street looking like that, though?
Yes, Lauren.
Oh, my God, what have you got on your feet?
I'm too scared to look.
Look at them now, Jesus creepers.
That is well bad.
I think it's nice to let your feet breathe.
Are you a Christian, miss?
Lauren, get your things together.
Are you a Christian, though? We don't have time for this. Right, but are you a
Christian? Lauren, is the Lord your shepherd, miss? Sorry?
But is he your shepherd, though? I beg your pardon?
Have you got Jesus in your heart, ma 'am? What?
Is he in your heart, though? Lauren!
Why are you so close like that, then?
Lauren! You luckily preached with me.
Lauren. Are you the vicar of Dibley, ma 'am?
Lauren!
But are you the vicar of Dibley, though?
No, of course not.
Are we your flock?
What? Are we your flock, though? No. Is it that we are your flock? No, you're
not my flock.
Have you got a friend in Jesus, ma 'am? Oh, for goodness sake!
Does he want you for a sunbeam? Look!
Does he want you for a sunbeam, though?
Lauren, enough.
You're just wasting time now, not to mention being incredibly rude to me.
Now get your things together, or I shall suspend you from this trip.
Am I bothered?
Lauren, am I bothered, though? Look, don't make me do this. I ain't doing
nothing, cos I ain't bothered. You'll regret this. No, I won't, cos I ain't
bothered. I mean what I say. Do I look bothered?
I don't understand why you do this.
I don't understand why you wear that.
Don't give me. Come on. Don't give my. Now come on. Don't care my. Lauren.
Don't give my.
Lauren. Don't give my. Lauren. Stop it. I'll forget.
I'll forget.
Lauren. Stop it. Don't give my. Lauren. Don't give. Stop it. Don't give. Come
on. Don't give. Stop it. I love it. I don't care.
You can sit there and get comfortable. It's going to be a very long afternoon.
I'm above a diet. Not another word!
Right. Well, I don't think that would be too bad. I think a course of
antibiotics should clear that up within about a week.
Well, yes, you see, I'm a very sensitive doctor.
I have to be very careful what I put in my mail.
Right.
How's your mother, Derek?
Are you still living at home?
She's very well, thank you, Doctor, and yes, I'm still there.
Couldn't leave her on her own, not at her age, dear.
Oh, Derek, I saved you one of these leaflets. The surgery's starting a new
men's health clinic on the first Monday of every month.
I don't know if that's something that would interest you.
I beg pardon?
It's a new health clinic on Mondays. Yes, I heard that bit.
For gay men.
How very day.
Never being so insulted.
Derek, everything said here is completely confidential.
What on earth are you insinuating?
I'm sorry, Derek. I didn't mean to speak out of turn. I just always assumed you
were gay.
Gay, dear? Who dear? Me, dear? No, dear.
Just because I live with my mother and haven't found the right girl yet, you
assume I take it up the ary.
Very day.
I apologise unreservedly. Well, yes, I think you should.
25 years I've been coming here and then you suddenly come out with this.
Well, I find you impertinent.
Gay men's health clinic.
How very day.
Derek, you're, um... It's a gentleman's sponge bag.
Come on, Leonard, wear off.
A cup of tea?
Milk and sugar?
OK.
We've taken a full statement.
And in the light of the information you've given her, I don't feel it's safe
you to go back home.
I'm recommending we take you to a refuge.
Where there's other people like yourself.
Other people like myself.
Is that your answer?
Put us all in the ghettos, make sure all the freaks are together.
It's not fair.
I'm the victim here, not the criminal. I know, Sandra, but we can't protect you
from these bigots 24 hours a day.
That's why we're offering you a place at the refuge.
Thank you.
I'm just sick of the inbreds in this stupid village sniggering at me behind
back.
I thought about moving to London.
You know, where people are more accepting, but then I thought, no.
Why should I run and hide?
I know it's a cliche, but I am what I am.
Come on, Sandra, don't upset yourself.
Don't upset myself?
The people in the village spit at me. The children threw... Don't look through
the letterbox and you're saying don't upset myself.
It's just not fair.
I know, Sandra, but at the end of the day, there will always be those who just
can't bring themselves to accept people who are... You can
say it, you know.
Ginger.
So where is this refuge?
It's just outside Long Whiston, about 20 miles from here. We can take you there
tonight.
We have got hair dye.
If you don't want people seeing you, you know.
Do you not think I tried that?
I dyed my hair and my eyebrows black when I was 15, but at the end of the
I've still got freckly arms.
So shall we go, then?
What, the lake?
Is everybody there, Ginger?
Oh, not all of them. There are a few normal, non -Ginger people who work
as well.
But there's nothing to worry about. They've been trained to work with Ginger
people.
And some of them even have Ginger relatives themselves.
We're not saying it's right that you should have to go there. But at the
what with the current hate campaigns against Ginga... Sorry.
We think it's the safest course of action right now.
Come on, love.
Now, come on.
Now, don't upset yourself.
Come on, let's go.
Good girl.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on, it's going to be all right.
There you go.
chair wipe down, will you? And make sure someone's here to burn my clothes when
I get back.
Ali!
Hello! Oh, my goodness, I've just been in your garden. It's gorgeous.
Thank you. Look, I don't believe you've met Yvonne. No, hello, I'm Ali.
Hi. Oh, you've got something on your face there.
Just give it a rub off.
Yeah, is that all right? No, I think it's a hair or something.
It doesn't. I mean, it doesn't. No, I mean, you can't see it. I mean, I can
it, but then I know it's there. I mean, he didn't see it.
He doesn't know it's there. Oh, Christ, there's more.
Don't pluck them.
Two will grow in one.
My nan had a beard.
You might think you heard everything.
Listen to this.
Well, I don't know where to start.
Well, where do you start?
Well, we're on our way to see Arvaldo. She just moved to Beverley. She'll still
live on Branzo. Yeah, they don't need to know that.
So, anyway, we're on our way to see Arvaldo, and we have to keep stopping
because Ray hasn't bought his driving glasses.
I'm usually all right, but they're just putting in you a ring road, so... So,
anyway, we've stopped again to ask for directions, and we noticed there was a
bit of a pull.
Listen to this.
So we thought we'd better have something to eat before we get there because
Valda's one of these vegetarians.
They don't eat meat.
So we crossed over to this pub.
It looked all right from the outside, didn't it?
Oh, famous last words.
So we get in and there's a sign saying it was... What do they call it?
A gastropub.
Don't ask.
So we sit down and we look at the menu.
Listen to this.
Well, first thing on the menu was mushroom soup. Well, Ray liked the sound
that, didn't you?
Yeah, not for long.
But then he read what were in it.
Listen to this.
When he read what sort of mushrooms there were.
This is unbelievable.
What were they called?
Dried shit -ache mushrooms.
You went mad, didn't you?
Shit -ache mushrooms.
You don't want that in soup, do you?
Shit -ache mushrooms dried.
You don't want it in anything.
Now, I've eaten everything, right, from Whitby crab to gammon with pineapple on
it, so I'm not squeamish.
But I am not eating anything that has got dried shit in the title.
This is in Beverley.
The dirty bastards.
I've not told you about it today, have I?
What's been happening?
I can't believe I ain't told you.
Told me what?
Have I told you already?
Told me what, then?
No, I must have told you.
You ain't told me nothing.
There is absolutely no way I could have got to 20...
That's telling you what's happened to me today.
What is it?
You are going to die.
Oh, come on.
I might as well ring the ambulance now because you are going to die.
Come on, you've got to tell me now.
I haven't told you, have I?
You ain't said nothing.
This is quality.
Come on, what have you done this time?
Not this time, right?
I'm out with Kerry and Gay Simon and we're on our way to Gino's. We get
to go in and Kerry says she don't want nothing to eat because she's doing the
Atkins. All she wants is a packet of extra strong mints.
So I said, well, I'm not that fussed about eating either because I'd gone mad
and had an M &S wheat germ tricolore for me breakfast.
Then, Gates Simon says in that case, he don't want nothing either because he
ain't eating on his own.
But nobody wanted anything to eat.
Nobody wanted anything to eat and we stood outside Gino's like a bunch of
nutters.
to go, she starts laughing.
I said, I hope you ain't laughing at me, Kerry Baxter.
Baxter ain't her real name, but she doesn't talk to her dad no more, so she
thought she might as well change it.
Meanwhile, Gay Simon is laughing so much, he's collapsed.
He has collapsed.
It's one o 'clock, the three of us are standing outside Gino's, no one's
and we are wrecked.
together. Oh, but that ain't it.
That ain't it.
That is your starter for ten. Oh, this is unbelievable.
Stop.
Kerry says she might as well get her mints from the newsagent. I said I'd go
with her, and Gay Simon said he'd come too, as long as he didn't have to eat
nothing. So we get there, Kerry buys her mints, Gay Simon gets the newspaper,
and I buy one of them scratch cards.
Oh, here we go.
Oh, no!
Millionaires now, are we? Shut up, don't...
Shall I book the holiday now?
Stop it! I'm going to wet myself!
What are you like?
Do you know what I'm like?
I know what you're like.
So, we're in the shop.
I'm doing my scratch card. Gay Simon's looking at his newspaper and Kerry's
asking the man behind the counter if there's any carbohydrate in a strawberry
mini -milk.
Then, I've looked down at this scratch card.
I've only got three pound symbols.
No. I swear to God.
Well, you won.
Three pound symbols, I've won me money back.
Oh, my God.
But that ain't it.
I'll give the card to the man behind the counter. He's looked at you like that.
He said to me, you ain't won, cos all the symbols have got to be in a straight
line. Well, they're not in a straight line, mate. No.
One of them's in the corner, the other one's next to it, and I can't remember
where the other one...
screaming like a witch, and Kerry's got strawberry mini -milk coming out of her
nose.
It was bedlam!
Why does it always have to be you?
Open up!
It's a text from Kerry.
Oh, here we go.
What's this say?
I've been expecting you.
Don't worry.
You're safe now.
Would you like to bring Sandra through?
Um... Through the other room?
Yes.
Are there more people through there?
Ginger people?
Yes, there are.
This is a ginger refuge.
I brought Sandra here because we're short -staffed, but I can't... It's not
smell. It's just that I'm not qualified to work with ginger people.
I'm sorry.
We'll get your stuff sent on to you, eh?
Sandra, the police are some of the most gingerphobic people in society.
As I said, you're safe now.
Come through.
Welcome to Russet Lodge.
Can we join you, Helen?
This is Sandra Kent.
She's just arrived.
Hello. Hi.
Oh, she's beautiful.
Does her mum live at the refuge?
I'm her mum. I don't understand.
You're not... The ginger gene can skip a generation.
Helen is what's known as a carrier.
Though carriers can blend into society much more easily than gingers. At some
point, communities find out. And people like Helen are driven out of their
homes, too.
So, I'm just like you.
I may not be ginger here.
But I'm ginger here.
Well, I'm glad you could come. It's so nice to see you. Well, to be honest, I
wasn't sure whether I was going to make it tonight.
Ali! Hello!
Come on, you two, get on the dance floor.
Have you two met each other?
No, hello, I'm Ali.
Hi, I'm... No,
I'm...
No, I'm Sean.
Huh?
God, no, yeah, no, God.
No, I mean, I know, yeah, no, I was just rapping.
Yeah. No, because I know you... You... Because you're Sean with...
You know it goes if you sing.
Don't do that!
Beautiful song.
Yeah.
98.
You'd better admit, the old bugger had a good innings.
That's true.
I'm sorry, I find that language very disrespectful.
I think you should modify your tone.
Unbelievable.
It's very cramped in here.
Is that you, darling?
Hiya, Nan.
Oh, sweetheart, thank God for that.
Are you OK? I came as soon as I got your message.
Oh, you are a good boy.
How are you feeling?
I'm all right, love, yeah, I'll be all right.
Just a bit of a shock, that's all.
Yeah, when did it happen?
Just after one o 'clock.
Been sat here not knowing what to do since then.
I got here as soon as I could, Nan.
No, don't worry, darling. You weren't to know something like this was going to
happen. How could anybody know?
We all take these things for granted and then one day, bang, that's your lot.
Yeah.
Is it just ITV you can't get?
No, love, it's all of them.
I've been sat here in silence for the last three and a half hours.
Have you missed many of your programmes?
Oh, you know me, love, I don't really take much notice.
It's just nice to have on in the background for a bit of company, that's
you know. Yeah.
Although I suppose I'll never know what happened to Tanisha.
Who's Tanisha? Girl on that Tricia this morning. Did you see it?
No. Oh, it's unbelievable.
She's getting the fat sucked out of her thigh and injected into her backside.
It's only a young... girl she was. I thought they'd got it the wrong way
at first, but no.
She wants to have a bigger arse than she's already got.
And if you asked me, it was a fair size to start with.
You could show fucking cartoons on it.
I've got someone coming over to have a look at the telly. He should be here
soon. And I've missed me lovely gay boy who takes you to an auction and sells
all your old shit you were gonna throw out.
It might just be the fuse.
Oh, that'll be Danny.
Danny who?
Oh, Nan, don't start. Danny Shaw.
I don't know no -one called Shaw.
You do? You know his mother, Lou Shaw? She's just come out of hospital.
Not Loopy Lou.
Don't you dare say that while he's here. She's been very ill.
Not Loopy fucking Lou.
you, he's repairing the telly for free, so don't upset him.
For free? No, thank you. I don't want no charity.
You can tell him to piss off out of it.
I'd rather sit in a dark.
Mrs. Taylor, how you doing?
Hello, sweetheart.
How are you?
I'm not too bad, thanks. Now, let's have a look at this.
Oh, you can take it away, darling. I never really look at it.
I'll put the kettle on.
Did Jamie check the fuse?
Oh, don't bother asking him nothing, darling. He ain't got a job.
I'm not going to charge you for the repair, Mrs Taylor, and I don't want any
arguing, OK?
Oh, you are a good boy.
How's your mum, darling?
I haven't seen her about for a while.
She's OK, thanks.
Oh. She's still up the nut house.
Nan, Mum went into hospital for a rest. but she's much better now, thanks.
Oh, I am pleased, darling, cos last time I saw your mother, she was down on all
fours in the dry cleaners, barking like a dog.
Now, I think you must have her confused with somebody else, Mrs Taylor.
No, Loopy Lou!
Everyone knows your mother. I remember when she got barred out of Tesco's when
they caught her peeing in a deep freeze.
She's feeling better.
There you go, Mrs Taylor. It was just the fuse, so I'll be on my way. No, you
won't, son.
Oh, no. No, you'll take something for your trouble. Now, we've been through
this. No, I won't take your money. Now, be a good boy. It's only a fuse.
That's not the point.
Here's £50.
Look, I can't take it. Now, you take it and go and treat your mother to a nice
new hat.
Well, thank you, Mrs Taylor. You look after yourself.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Very obliged to you coming out at such short notice. Truly I am.
to come up here wearing his little cowboy outfit.
Should have fucking kept it on.
And a lot of good you wearing all. Stood there worried about what side your
hair's parted while I'm getting turned over by a man whose mother eats her own
shit.
Being gingers is who I am.
Why should I deny that?
You shouldn't.
And that's why we're here.
We have all sorts of gingers here.
Gingers in denial.
Confused gingers.
Even militant gingers.
But they have one thing in common. They don't need to fear the outside world.
They're all welcome to stay here in peace and harmony.
Put the bottle down.
What's she doing here? She's not even ginger.
She's a strawberry blonde.
You have as much right to be here as you.
Look at her face.
How come you're the only one who uses the garden when it's sunny?
Oh, look.
She's getting a tan.
All right, everyone, that's enough.
Look at us.
Look at us.
From strawberry blondes to flame -haired beauties, we are all ginger.
And if we can't get on with each other in here, what chance do we have in the
real world?
Duracell.
Ginger nut.
Carrot top.
Copper knob.
We're used to getting that kind of abuse every day out there.
People asking us to move away from areas where food is being prepared.
Total strangers assuming we're Scottish.
Forever trawling the streets, trying to find a hairdresser's that isn't fully
booked.
Well, not in here.
This is a safe haven for everyone and everything, Ginger.
Let's keep it that way!
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