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Oh, fuck me.

Another week of it for me, boy.

All right, I am going to get on it. I am fucking going to get on it.

Ah, you're not wrong, Will. I'll join you for a few minutes, mate.

Dead man's shift next week. Make it most of bonus.

Bonus? Oh, fucking bonus.

We're not meeting 16 ,000 times yet, sir.

Ah, but the new face is nearly ready to breast.

Money, money, money. Money, money, money.

That's the cash, lads.

That's the cash.

Money in your pocket. Money in your pocket.

You're round tonight, Pete. Come on, son.

Yes, it's round tonight.

I'm doing a drag there. No one's taking button notes, are they?

Get a cab, Rex. I'll know, eh?

Yeah. Good night.

I'll make a change.

Be fine, Mark. Oh, don't worry.

Hey, the wife there.

Here we go, boys.

Here we go. Here we go.

Freedom!

Come on.

Come on in.

What's this rumour I keep hearing about?

illustrious leader going over to Russia for means, then.

Folks don't smudge. He's talking about that import coal packs from the war. Oh,

hearsay, then.

Well, you hear this.

What would we import coal from a war when we got, what, 200 years worth down

here? I mean, seriously.

Am I right? Am I right?

Yeah, you're right.

Michelle, it's got my fucking name on it, boys.

Oi, oi, how are you?

It's all right, Jackie boy.

You're a fucking panda, mate.

Well, at least I ain't a brown -nosed weasel like you, son. Who has his hand

the charge hand's arse.

Now, what I do is real work, son.

I work on the fucking rip.

Right, boys?

What? Bosh arse off all day? I ain't get paid enough for that. Ooh, less of the

chat, brother.

Because you know what I'll do, don't you?

I will get Henry.

And if I remember rightly, last time, you enjoyed it.

You fucking pervert.

Fuck off. Hey, boys.

Have a bit of that.

Yay.

Your shower.

Here I come. We'll finish shower.

Yes.

It must be great coming to work without being covered in shit.

Well, I've been a miner all my working life, so it takes a bit getting used to,

to say the least.

So, look, have you got any news on the dispute?

Well, it doesn't. It's a bit of trouble ahead.

I can't say too much at the moment, but it's all over the news today.

You'll find out soon enough.

I've got a meeting with Jack Collins and Kim Howes at the weekend and a number

of others.

But know this, I guarantee you, I'll be fighting my lads corners all the way.

You know that, don't you?

Terry, you're mine, just like us.

And you'll always like him, won't you?

Thank you, Rob.

I'll see you guys. Yeah, see you.

This is South East Radio.

Good morning.

Now faced with the loss of 20 ,000 jobs next June, will the miners be driven

into a nationwide strike?

Scottish miners have been called out in support of the Yorkshire miners from

next Monday.

They want the Miners' Union official in Sheffield to declare their strike

official. But will it?

We look at that question in a minute. But first, a report from the latest

miners' confrontation with the coal board.

Thank you. You're welcome, ma 'am.

All right? Thank you.

Right, now.

Jeffrey.

He's late.

No, we haven't got a big round today.

When was it?

I don't know. It's been slow recently.

Not so much the man for the wood and the coal, I guess.

It has been a warm start to spring, Dad. Jesus.

Anyway, we're starting with the house appearances today. For fuck's sake,

Is that what you're doing now? You're clearing shit out of people's houses.

Come on, son. Is that where you're fucking at?

No, I'll tell you what it's about, mate. I'll tell you what it's about.

It's about this important, shite stuff that is undercutting manufacturers in

this country, right? Because they're bastards!

Fuck!

Here we go again. No, this will bridge you over. It's all right. And you...

You should piss.

And that god -shy Arthur Scargill with his come -over Bobby chart on his back,

on his soapbox again.

And I'll tell you what this means for us. For us to get minus, yeah?

It means that we are going to follow through, okay?

And what's going to happen?

What's going to happen? We're fucked.

We're fucked.

Who's going to pay for the mortgage? How are we going to pay for the mortgage?

How are we going to pay for the fucking car?

We are totally fucking screwed.

Clive, come on. Sit back.

holding on to that all day, man.

Yeah, it does.

Are you all right for tonight, then, yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, the thought keeps me going, mate.

Just losing the will to live in this place.

Oh, man, it's just driving me crazy.

Don't do that.

Look, I'll pick you up at six, all right?

Got to get a big band from Davey doing some work on it.

Are you going to be wearing this on stage?

Chicky barfish.

Take the smell with you.

Fucking bender. Oh, calm down.

You need to give this place a tidy up, but come on, I reckon it's time for a

cuppa.

Here, boys.

I've got no milk. I'm going to have to use these little creams.

Yeah, you crack on, darling.

As long as it's wet and warm. Oh, George, stop it.

It's all right, I'll get it.

It's bad, isn't it?

Give us 15 minutes.

Silly me.

Your hand's clean yet, Davey? Do you want to get up? We've got to go. There's

break down on the David Road. George, I've got a gig tonight.

I can't be late.

Well, you won't be, will you? If you get a move on. Come on, let's go.

Oh, you've got a gig tonight?

You didn't tell me.

Yeah, stupid, ain't he?

Eight o 'clock.

I might come along. I've always wanted to be a real rock band.

Don't be all bad, Carla.

We'll see.

What winks and fucks like a tiger.

David, come on.

Thank you for coming so quickly. You're very welcome, madame.

I don't understand what happened. It just died on me.

Oh, well, don't worry. Tell you what, we'll pop the bonnet and then we'll have

look.

Well, seems to me, well, I think it could be an electrical problem.

You know, going off of what you've just said.

But I reckon it could be a simple fix.

Yeah, yeah, just... Let me have a look at this.

Oh, here's the culprit.

Earth leads come loose.

Happens all the time with these models.

There you go, try that.

Oh, fabulous. Thank you so much.

Love, it is my pleasure.

And seeing as the sun is shining, this one's on us. So come on, Davey, let's go

finish those bricks.

Oh, there you are.

Bloody late.

Sorry, guys, just my bloody mum.

Robbie this, Robbie that, Robbie is a good boy. You should be learning to be

accountant, not playing the devil's music. The devil's music?

We set up your stuff. Pop, pop.

I've got something for you.

Oh, wait.

You've got some ice cream.

It's nearly eight. You need to start soon. Yeah, OK.

In a minute.

Oh, my, my, my, my, my.

Mmm.

Good evening, Mr. President.

We are Black Diamond.

On my command, unleash the rock!

I will always be the light.

Oh, yeah.

The lad's playing his bloody banjo a day or two tonight, isn't he?

Banjo? It's almost seriously, mate.

That stunning guitar and all the paraphernalia that goes with it cost

much as my fucking cabri.

OK, now, here we go. You and that fucking dagon and piece of shit. Shut

up. I love my cabri.

And it's a lot fucking cooler than your pussy wagon, mate. I see you don't fancy

going down to watch for a bit tonight, then. No, that's not out for long. The

boy needs a proper job.

He's doing a little bit of work at... Where is it? Oh, McKendry's, isn't it?

McKendry's. McKendry's. But he needs to fucking trade, right? And a pen and a

ship. I mean, stop daydreaming about becoming some sort of fucking rock star.

Come on.

There's nothing going on at the colliery either.

But with these bloody job cuts planned... That's what all trouble's

it? 20 ,000 jobs.

Bronze secretary's meeting this weekend.

Apparently. It's more like government redemption for the 74th joint.

He's got his fucking life kicked in.

So we're out next week, boys.

Strike! Oh, bloody hell. Can we talk about something else, please?

Tommy.

Who lifted his bloody skirt?

He's been stressed at work, too.

Fucking northern mongrel.

Now it's time to

sleep.

Oh, goddamn it!

You know the stuff, don't you?

Yeah, I hang out with them.

I think it's proper.

I'd like to have a word with you.

Why? I'm a producer, a record producer.

I have a recording studio.

Yeah?

You for real?

Oh, yes.

I'd like to have a chat with the boys, see if they're interested in recording

any of this stuff.

Is it, uh, tell Peckham?

This is their own material.

Yeah. Yeah.

Excellent.

Excellent. Oh, this is Clay.

Hello, friend. I'm Derry.

I think your material has potential.

Oh, yeah.

In what way?

Well, have you ever recorded any of this stuff?

No, no.

Well, I might be able to help you.

You see, I own a unique recording facility.

The top -notch engineer who's an ex -DJ and a former rock star himself.

Dean Glover.

Hey, you're on in five minutes. Do you want a beer?

Look, if you want to move onwards and upwards, give me a call, yeah?

Must be.

Good evening, Dean, old son.

How are you?

What do you mean, what do I want, you cheeky bugger?

Actually, there is something I need, Dean, and there might be a small

opportunity in it for yourself.

Yeah.

OK, well, I'll tell you what. Look, I'll fill you in on the details when I get

back home, yeah?

All right, dear boy.

Lovely. I'll catch you later.

Ta -ta for now.

An encouraging meeting, I thought. Yes, indeed.

I have a very small matter I'd like to discuss with you, if I may.

It is somewhat of a devil's nature.

Of course, vicar. A very troubled gentleman came to see me a few days ago

vicarage.

He seemed well lost.

I see. From a very early age, it seems.

This man has been involved in certain ritualistic activities pertaining to a

sect, a satanic order.

They have a hold over him, he says, and he needs salvation.

Goodness, is this really going on right now in our parish? In the diocese,

certainly.

The bishop is very keen to help those that find themselves misled.

And it is our Christian duty to help this poor man.

I find this astonishing.

What's his name?

Derry. Derry Knight.

A polite, seemingly gentle chap.

If a little odd.

Hmm.

Name doesn't ring a bell.

What's your plan of action?

In return for his salvation.

Mr Knight has offered to collate and reveal information about the sect.

He has some limited influence, but it could be costly.

He needs to gain favour with the so -called High Priest.

Apparently, he's very impressed with anyone associated

with wealth.

Let me talk to some of the members.

Thank you for sharing this.

It's most disturbing.

Thank you, Gordon.

We must take this very seriously.

As you are aware, there's been an alarming rise in the incidence of occult

practices of late in the area. If only we could save this one poor soul.

Indeed, Vicar.

Indeed.

Thank you.

Once again.

Thank you.

Well, that's all gone to pan.

I believe you know how to spell for it, Derry.

Come on.

Let's go.

Oi!

Who's that gay lord from earlier?

What gay lord?

This fucking bloke.

Looked like a pimp.

With that big curtain and all that jewellery.

Amazing enough to record.

Oh, yeah,

who? Dean Glover. Who?

Fucking... Dean Glover?

Yeah.

Do you know who that is?

I think so.

Fuck me, mate, you ain't lived.

He's a bloody legend.

He was the frontman for White Saturn. Late 60s, early 70s.

Never heard of him. He's just another washed -up hippie man.

He's got to be worth a pun, eh?

What do you reckon, Clay?

Love him?

Yeah, but I suppose if you check it out, he's a bit creepy.

Yeah, he was a bit creepy.

All right, lads, we're good.

I'm off.

See you, Bob. See you later, Ravioli.

Do you miscreants fancy a Swifty before we go on?

Yeah, I'm going in.

Yeah, go on then.

Right lads, get to the

bunk. I need a piss.

Oh, hey, the rock stars are here.

Fuck that.

Hey.

I think we should really look into this recording stuff.

There's some wrong material there.

You'll never know.

As weird as this guy seems, he could have some connections.

He certainly was a stranger on, wasn't he?

I'll look into it.

Give him a call next week, yeah?

Good.

Hey, what about those bloody pants I'm rubbing on? I think they're meant for

you.

Fuck me.

This place has gone to shit, hasn't it? Oh, yeah.

What are you talking about, mate?

Who the fuck are you?

What are you talking about? You're the funny one.

I need a sense of humour with a face like that, mate. Leave it, I'll leave

What if you all come dressed as you lose a bet?

You're the fun, mate.

Fucking bad. You should be bad, boys.

Put it out there.

Wait, wait.

You fancy a barney, don't you? You fancy a barney.

I'm able to come inside or out, mate. No drama.

Oi, oi, oi!

Fucking back off.

Oi, do you know what I am?

I'm a fucking minor.

So fuck you. All right, Tommy, come here.

These are my boys. That's my family. That's my son. Looks like Elvis.

That's his boy, Davey. No, shut up.

You know what?

He's got long hair. May look like a girl.

But you know what they're fucking saying to you.

So you, my friend, Get your fucking pint and fuck off. No!

Listen to me. I won't have it.

You know what?

I'm pissed.

Do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to drive you home. Do you know what? Take me home.

It's you that don't fucking know what we are.

Come on, sir. Come on.

Just take off.

Have a nice night.

You band are fucking brilliant. I love fucking this band.

I fucking love them.

I love them.

I love them. Even though you wear fucking mascara.

I don't fucking care.

I fucking love them.

I'm going to be at home.

You are home. I'm going to be out of town.

Straight down. There we go. All right.

There you go, Toppy Dog.

Straight down there, mate.

See you later, Dad.

I love you.

I love you too.

Get to bed.

I

don't

fucking need this, man.

He says he supports me, but he fucking doesn't. You heard him in the back.

The only time he fucking speaks to me is when he's had a fucking drink.

Fucking blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. As if everything's going to be all right.

I don't want to do anything else with my life, lads.

This band... This band is literally all I've got.

Yeah, I know, mate.

Same here.

Well,

that killed the moment.

Yeah. The Mr.

Brown. Well, now everyone else has got a drummer that speaks to his own fucking

fart.

Fuck me.

Anyway, look, lad.

Love that idea.

Better make sure we don't throw up on the fucking dog again.

Yeah.

Later, boys.

You walking home, then? Or shall I drop you?

Drop us off.

Be your own hospital expert.

Oh, fuck now.

I was going to get some fuck, though. Oh, grab it for me, will you? Yeah, I

will, I will. Oh, Clay, Clay. I'll promise everything's going to be all

Give me that arm, please.

You're never too old to hug your daddy.

Go on, what you got?

Oh, uh, I love you.

I love you too.

Oh, it's you.

Hey.

What are you up to?

Can I help if you took those things out of your ears?

Sorry.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Trying to keep myself in shape.

I'm the frontman of a band.

Really?

Yes, you look like the type.

So, um, your car okay now?

Fabulous, thanks to you.

What are you up to?

You know, it's a nice day.

Thought I'd get some fresh air.

It's so tranquil here, with the sea.

Yeah.

Where's your husband?

My husband is probably off with his Freemason chums.

Or possibly playing bloody golf.

Did you come to a gig sometime?

Thank you. No, probably not, my face.

But not before you tried it?

Maybe sometime.

Are you okay?

Yes. Thank you.

Just taking some time to think.

What are you thinking about?

My life in general.

It, uh... didn't go according to plan.

Didn't get your name.

David.

Um...

David. Everyone calls me David.

Aisha.

I should probably go.

Where are you going?

Home. They've just done that.

I'll see you around some time.

Maybe.

Cheerio.

Baby.

Yeah, sorry.

Yeah, cool.

Great gig last night.

You went down amazing.

Thanks.

What are you doing later?

Oh, you know, pub, beer, maybe chips.

Then get lost walking home, wank it, living the dream.

Okay.

Anyway, look, Chrissie, I'm going to go, so I'll catch you later.

Cool.

Gordon? Gordon?

Gordon? In here?

There she goes again.

Even for you, that's a little early.

There's an awful lot of money going from the account, Gordon. Would you like to

shed some light on that?

Oh.

A new venture.

Nothing to worry your little head about.

Really?

Don't insult my intelligence.

Bye, darling.

Hey, man, do you want to go to a gig?

Yeah, sure, man, why not?

Yeah, Raj just told me about this new place, the Babylon Club. It's on the

side of town.

Can I see it?

Pick you up at seven?

Yeah, all right, man.

I'll cut to it. All right.

Tidy. I'll see you then. Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye.

Fucking pizza!

That is the two legs of all four Capri V6.

Fuel injection 2 .8 and zoom!

Do you fancy that?

I'm going to get one of these in my first role.

In your fucking dreams, son. In your fucking dreams.

All right.

I'm off the video, love.

All right, darling.

Oh, listen, um, very soon we're going to have to, uh, we're going to have to

pull in the perfect.

Okay.

Because we are striking.

Definitely.

Well, maybe it's time to be short -lived, you know? I mean, we'll pull

and support each other like we did last time.

No, I wish I had.

This time I've got a feeling that this time is going to be different, all

An economical pit on my fucking arse.

And this big stature and an arty government.

They want to stop the unions, all right? They want to kill the unions.

So it's going to be a bloody war.

I'm going to be right, I'm going to be right.

Right, well, I'll... It's better when big at bingo then. Yeah.

There's a couple of beers in the fridge. All right?

I'll see you later. Yeah.

Love you.

Yeah, look.

I'm going to go and call David.

Yeah.

Done.

What about a bit?

No, son, thanks.

Hey, son, listen.

You know there's trouble brewing down that pit.

Strikes looming.

Yeah, I know, Dad.

Not completely oblivious to what's going on in the world.

That's as may be, but you're all gallivanting around in your van like it

matter.

People are watching, commenting.

What can I do about it, Dad?

It's not my fault the union's stirring the shitpot again, is it?

This band is a bit of hope.

Something to look forward to. I know, son. I know.

What are you going to do, Dad?

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

If your mum were here, she'd have the answers.

Well, she's not, Dad.

She's dead.

You and your sister, you're adults now.

Soon you'll be gone.

The mines are all I've got.

I need to do something.

I need to work.

Yeah.

I get it.

You ought to do what you ought to do.

See you later, Dad.

Have a nice time, love.

Why do you call him that?

He's a fucking walking cock, that's why.

Oh, God.

Oi,

have you all heard about the new Monsters of Rottweiler this year?

Going to party, don't you? Yeah, man, Van Halen, Gary Moore, ACDC. It's

awesome, man. Oh, wow, what, really?

You know, I heard that Ozzy's going to be making an appearance.

Ozzy?

Hey,

look, I don't know about that, but ACDC is a fucking headliner.

What?

Go on, then, what?

Yeah,

and then you woke up, right?

Fuck were you out jogging for? Fuck off.

Oi, Clay, when are you going to talk about that gay lord getting us some

time? Do you mean Derry?

I don't give a fuck what his name is. Dreary Knight, whatever it is.

Yeah, look, I'll give him a call tomorrow.

Fucking right!

Ow!

What the fuck are you doing in here?

I've ever been to.

Whose fucking idea was this? Bloody hostile.

How terrifying.

Nice one, buddy.

Good call.

Yeah, let me know.

Sorry, I misjudged it there.

Yeah, fucking hell, no shit.

We're looking to get out of there alive, mate.

Them skinheads didn't like you, did they?

Fucking hell, is everyone okay?

Whoa. Yeah.

Hey.

You all right?

Yeah,

maybe we'll get that venue in this then.

I fancy a quiet drink somewhere.

Yeah. Oi, Finn.

Yo. Drop me off at the local, will you? You got it.

Does anyone else want to join us? Yes, please, mate. I will. Yeah.

Right.

I have a heart on the size of the Eiffel fucking Tower, lads. You are a fucking

maniac.

Skinheads. What's it going to be skinheads for?

Oh, fucking hell.

I'll sandwich the big guy out then.

Can I get two beers please? Yes.

Hi.

Is she yours?

Who?

What, Chrissie?

She's my sister.

She just hangs out with us.

Oh, like a groupie sort of thing.

Sort of.

No husband then?

No.

He's off playing with his buddies.

I just popped in for a quick drink with friends.

He'll be back soon, I expect, so I was about to take a slow walk back home.

Oh.

So you're Leila?

Yes.

Can I walk you home?

Oh, he's a gentleman too.

Hello.

Who's this?

Hi, Chloe.

Aisha. Nice to meet you. Likewise.

And you must be Chrissie.

Uh, yeah.

As lovely as it is to meet you all, I really am on my way home, so do excuse

Must be off.

Oh, yeah.

We must.

Well, tonight really has been full of surprises.

So what do you do when you're not howling and prancing on stage?

Who says I howl?

Only kidding.

How's work?

Yeah, um, busy.

I don't intend to spend very long at the garage, though.

I hate it, really.

But it's a means to an end.

Indeed.

So, what are your plans for the future?

Oh, God, I don't know.

I can't even keep that study next week.

No, I mean, like, settling down.

You haven't got a girlfriend.

Nah.

I haven't got time for that.

I can see there's no problems the other lads are having.

Nah. Not for me.

Women just don't understand that.

I'm rocking my lifestyle, I guess.

I do.

Yeah, but you're different, Chrissie.

That's because you're Davey's sister. Look, you know the sketch.

Anyway, come on.

Let's drink these.

I'll book you a cab, get you home.

So, tell me about your band.

Sure.

Mostly about our own stuff.

It's getting better now, too.

And we've got a producer lined up.

We're going to get her to the studio.

Get some recording.

Fabulous. Who's that then?

Oh, Big Flash, dude.

Goes by the name of Derry, I think.

Derry Knight?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's him.

Oh, God.

What?

You need to tread carefully there.

Don't think I like the sound of that.

Is he done?

What hasn't he done?

Great.

Look.

My husband has business dealings with him.

Just... don't get too involved.

Okay.

Thanks for that job.

This is me.

I guess, um... I'll see you around.

Don't be.

My husband will be home any minute.

You have to go.

Please.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Fuck me, you're struggling a bit, sunshine.

Rough night last night, was it?

Yeah, it's too much for a fuck, indeed.

Oi, fucking watch yourself, all right?

Fucker.

Interested in a bit of free enterprise?

What? Got a bit of a thing going on with the pop factory over in Folkestone.

Pop? Yeah, pop, you know.

Dandelion and burdock lemonade, that sort of thing.

Your brother works on the arctics over there. Got a bit of a fiddle going on

with the warehouse, man.

What's the crack, then?

Look, evenings and weekends mostly, but you can go out.

You can do a bit.

Look, your mum likes a bit of dandelion and burdock, doesn't she?

Yeah, look, mate, it's not really for me. My weekends are tied up with gigs

the band and stuff, so... Look, I'll be doing it with or without you. So if you

want a bit, let me know, all right?

Can we get a cup of tea or something?

Look, let's get this shit unloaded. Come on, you lazy bastard.

Alright, son.

Fuck me, look at the state of you.

All right, Derry.

Not really what I want to be doing, but it's spreading blood, you know what I

mean? A man's got to do what a man needs to do.

And you know what you need to do, don't you, sonny? If you want to make a change

in your life.

Yeah, look, Derry, I was going to call you, but I didn't. I know, I know.

Look, why don't you try and get over tomorrow after me? Hey, Faye, three o

'clock?

What do you reckon, Dean?

Yeah, I guess.

Yeah, come over tomorrow, we'll have a chat.

I'll show you around and then you can start thinking about those bright lights

and dizzy heights, eh?

Is that alright with you, Squire?

Yeah, right.

Come on in, Dean.

I've got a mouth like Gandhi's flip -flop. Let's get a cuppa, yeah?

Who the fuck's Mr. Big Ben?

Don't ask.

Don't forget what I've told you.

I'll get it!

Hello?

Hi Trey.

Hey! Bye!

Yep.

How's it hanging?

All right.

Sounds like you had a good night in the end.

Oh, mate.

You wouldn't believe.

Anyway, look.

Job's on for tomorrow. See you at the studio.

Do you reckon you can get away from the guys for a bit?

Um... Yeah.

Yeah, sure, yeah. No worry.

I'll work it out.

All right, cool.

I'll see you later.

move forward in the path of virtue, we must first

renounce the ways of darkness.

Do you renounce Satan and all his works?

Do you believe in God, the almighty creator of heaven

and earth?

Yes.

I renounce Satan and all his works and ways and surrender myself to God.

Do you pledge allegiance to Christ and renunciation of

the devil as the enemy of Christ?

Yes.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Thank you, Reverend.

But I must free myself from this debt and items that were bestowed to me by

satanic order. This you understand.

And the vestments and the regalia that goes with it.

I had to show my power and wealth to gain

their confidence.

You need...

To take this regalia.

And artifact.

From the satanic order.

That hold the power of darkness.

We can then destroy them.

And free you from the clutches of the devil.

Yes.

This.

Donation.

From. The most.

Committed Christians in my diocese.

Help and guide you. And save you from

evil.

Thank you, Reverend.

Thank you, God.

Fuck

me!

We've landed, boys!

I don't fucking believe this.

You think this is the right place?

Yeah, don't no matter.

That's what it says on the sign outside.

I won't have the chat, right?

Come on, let's check it out.

Oi, you don't have a say in the matter.

I don't know what you're doing here anyway. Come on, man, leave it out. It's

just cool.

Good afternoon, folks, and welcome.

All right.

Hi. Hey, come on in.

We'll sort you out a drink and then I'll give you a little tour, eh?

Come on.

Yes,

this house goes back to the Doomsday Book, you know. It has ten bedrooms and

own cinema room.

Nice. And what about the studio?

Ah, yes, of course.

You want to see this studio, don't you?

Well, it's in the converted cell over here.

So follow me, Pete.

This used to be an air raid bunker during the war.

But before that, we're not sure.

Maybe a wine cell or a dungeon.

It's where the magic happens, as they say.

There's nothing behind there, dear boy.

Nothing to concern you, I've said.

Yes, well, as I say, it's all state -of -the -art here. And come through here,

in here. Ah, this is Dean and Phones, a highly

experienced sound and professional producing engineer.

Derek, man.

And, uh, Brent.

All right, mate.

We did meet before Victoria was recognized.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

Hi. Hi.

It's an honor to meet you, man.

Hi. Hi.

And, uh, who's this, are you?

Oh, hi.

Chrissy.

Chrissy? Oh.

Fancy.

Okay, well, I'm going to leave you in these boys' capable hands, okay? And

see you upstairs in a bit for a little drinky -poo, all right?

Have fun.

Okay, folks.

I guess I'll show you around, yeah?

Okay, look.

As you can see, we've got a 24 -track desk.

Fax rack.

Patch. And, uh, here we have a 24 track task down for the masters.

So, uh, let's go to the library.

So, there's a few assorted cabs, if you want to use them.

Oi.

Do you want some of this?

Nah, I'm good.

No worries.

You can see all your cymbals, whatever you want. I've just got some nice new

assortment of AKG microphones.

And assortment of keyboards, should you wish.

Hey David, have a look at these.

Yeah boys, you can't use those.

They're my special details.

Sure.

That one looks like Tony Iommi from Sabbath.

Yeah.

Mortgage studios, 1973, mate.

You worked with Saber?

I don't get this.

Hold on.

Isn't Tony Iommi left -handed?

I guess that's why he gave it to me, mate. I wasn't worth the price of that

question.

Anyway, what do you think?

Yeah.

Fantastic.

What's the crap, then?

What's the cost, that is?

Hey, look, man, me and Phones, we're the engineers, so let's hit that with

Derry, yeah?

OK.

Let's go and talk to Derry, then. Let's go.

Chipping.

So, what's your poison then, folks?

You've got any beers?

Yeah, two beers, please. Yes, of course.

Cheers.

What's that?

Why don't you try... Allow me.

Let me surprise you.

Now then fellas, and of course, ladies.

We're putting together a compilation album, showcasing some of the newest

panels.

We need six bands with two tracks each.

We're going to prep them, provide the full artwork for them, and then send

off to the biggest A &R men in the business.

In other words, I'll be looking after six bands.

Yeah? What have we got there?

Well, that's easy.

two of his best tracks, and two grand.

Two grand?

Yeah, this isn't a bloody demonstration, though. We'll be paying for everything.

We're going to set you up and give you meetings with the top record companies,

meetings with the big boys, even get you bigger gigs in London.

So, are you ready for the Bright Lights and Dizzy Heights?

Eh?

London?

Yeah. Well, that's where you need to see if you're facing it, mate.

You just lay down a couple of tracks in the studio, sit back and wait for the

telephone to ring.

I'll talk about it.

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Yeah, well, that's fine.

But don't wait too long.

There are other bands that are waiting for this opportunity.

Can I get you another one of those?

All right, chaps.

Well, as some of you now know,

Collindale in Yorkshire is out on strike as of now.

McGregor wants to shut the quarry on the grounds that it's uneconomic.

And that's going to result in the loss.

of over 20 ,000 jobs.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

They've asked us to come out and support.

And I now have it on very good authority that the NCB directors plan for the axe

to fall on one of our very own colonies here in Kent. No!

Which again will result in the loss of thousands of jobs.

I say this is completely unacceptable!

Terry, we trust you, brother.

We fucking trust you.

You're a miner.

Just like me. Just like all of the lads.

Right? If you tell us to come out for the Yorkshire miners, our brothers, that

Yankee fucking Scott, what, the McGregor, well, he can fuck off.

And the bitch boys, that bitch Thatcher, and the Nazi fucking government, they

can fuck off as well. They can all fuck off.

Yes! I mean, there hasn't been a ballot, has there?

There's been no ballot.

It's industrial vandalism. That's what it is.

Industrial vandalism.

We'll never be invaded.

The Miners United will never be...

So, what's Gaylord's gaff like?

See you, lads.

See you.

The place is bloody massive. And a music studio downstairs in the basement.

It's a little odd. A bit of the place will work for him.

Cheers. There you go.

Right.

How are we going to go about raising this dosh, then?

Well...

I suppose I can sell my body.

Take one for the team.

You won't earn enough to get a fucking haircut, you cunt.

Eat a dick, mate.

Swivel, bitch.

Shut the fuck up.

Look, I've got a shitload of private work I can do if I can use the workshop

tools.

All right, cool.

I think I know what I can do.

I suppose I could make a couple of trips across the water.

Move some merchandise.

Provided I don't get caught.

Needs my smoke.

It's a good idea and it's quick cash.

I could sell my mum smothers.

Well, every little helps.

Hey.

We might need to be a bit careful with this Derry character.

Why?

What's on your mind?

Well, apparently he's a bit shifty.

I don't know. Might be into some weird shit.

And you know this how?

A source.

A very good source.

What the fuck?

Not that chick from the other night.

Aisha. Oh, not this old bird you were talking about. She's not fucking old.

She's considerably older than you, mate. By quite a bit. She's also married, you

dinger. Oh, bravo. It gets even better.

Who's she married to? I don't know, some corporate pig.

And he knows Derry Knight.

Well, putting that bullshit aside for a minute, are we going to do this or not?

Because if we are, we are doing it properly, to the hilt.

I am not spending the rest of my life playing in a fucking pub.

This is my ticket out.

We do it right, or we regret it for the rest of our lives.

Right.

Should have, would have, could have.

Yeah.

All right, fuck it.

Let's do it.

Cheers, boys.

Cheers. Cheers.

Watch out, world. Here we come.

my superstar.

Dean! Dean! Oi!

I can't hear the kid drumming the cans.

Oh, let's go and check that SLR cable, man, will ya?

Dean.

Try that, dude.

Okay, Van, give it that, kick it, Van, try it.

Yeah, that's good.

Just turn off the... Nope. Here they come.

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,

oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,

oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,

oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi,

oi,

o

Oh, this is the life, isn't it? Do you think we get paid to sit here and have a

fucking drink, Tom?

We've got a nice evening for it.

Thought I'd come and see what you're up to.

We've been on our feet for hours, Tom.

Did you forget the picket today, or what?

Yeah, where the fuck were you?

Oh, I was busy, lads. Sorry.

Bollocks. Since when?

Busy. What, busy cutting your fucking grass?

Or busy playing with your fucking toy train?

Oh, aye. That and all.

Anyway, I thought you said four o 'clock.

1 ,400 hours, you tit.

Oh, I forgot.

You can't tell the time, can you? 1 ,400 is two o 'clock, and 1 ,600 is fucking

four o 'clock at the pub. Well, at least you got that part right.

Oh, well, F you, Charlie Uniform November Tango cunt.

Tom, why don't you go inside?

And you don't need a pipe drink, because Steve loves getting... Oh, nag, nag,

nag. You're worse than the bloody missus you are.

Fuck.

Sorry, love. Get in the fucking pub. Cos me and you are going to have a chat,

all right?

OK, boys.

Down by.

And... rolling.

One, two...

Lock him up, you guys.

Fucking love you. You are my attention.

We will strike and we will fucking all.

All right. Stand by your beds.

Fucking brunch, Secretary.

Well, if you'd have been listening best, mate, you would have known that's why

we're talking.

Well, that's me, Terry.

Very short, Terry. Really good short.

I'm really proud of you.

But we need to do more.

We need to have a real show of strength for our cause. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's what we're doing.

Organising some flying pickets up and down the country. Yeah, yeah.

We'll organise minibus for those of you who don't drive, haven't got cars.

Right, who's with me yet?

Yeah!

Good lads.

Good lads.

Are you sitting out again?

I'm not coming up.

Fucking Cupid.

I'm going back to work. The things are not what they seem.

Fucking Prince, you're my best mate.

You're my best fucking mate, my brother.

You're no end of a fucking scab. You're a scab. I don't want that.

I'm going to call you a fucking scab. Please.

Tom, please.

For fuck's sake.

Don't be a scab, please.

For fuck's sake, please.

Fucking freeze!

You're my best mate!

I will not be a pawn in someone else's fight!

That one, please, mate. That's great. That's five pounds, please.

Perfect. Thank you. Cheers.

Hello, lad.

Hey, when's that demo coming out that you recorded?

It's a bit more than a bloody demo, Rog.

Should have been a fucking album for that amount of money.

I hope Derry comes good with his promises of big gigs in London.

You heard from that fat twat?

No.

Oh. Are you talking...

I found that big fella with the flashcards on a fur coat, so... Derry

Yeah.

I reckon he's a con man, I'm bloody telling you. Oh, cheers for that, Rog.

really needed to hear that, mate. Thanks. Hey, just say him while I'm

Oi.

Can't be too sneaky, can I? Just lay it on.

Er, nah.

I've got a date.

What, I have to meet someone?

So you what?

Since when do you go on dates?

You don't do dates.

Who's the lucky girl, then? Who the fuck did this up?

Oh, hold on.

You're still that posh totty, ain't it?

What the fuck do you think you're doing, mate?

This hasn't been going on for far too long. You'll get caught. You can fucking

leave it, will you?

You haven't.

You've fallen for her, haven't you?

Mate. She's married.

And she's... She's old. I know she's married. And no, she's not old. And

it's none of your fucking business.

Okay?

I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

See you around.

Hello, you. Hi, there.

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I'm cool.

What's wrong?

I just hate all this sneaking around.

Well, what do you want to do, then?

Tell the world about us and run off into the sunset?

You do know what happens after the sunset, right?

Boredom, babies, and the wife's stuck cooking by herself.

Don't be so dramatic.

Why does it have to be all bad?

It could be good.

It could be nice.

I thought we were having fun.

We are.

We were.

Look, you know I care about you, but perhaps we should cool things down a

little.

Okay.

What? Oh, sure.

If that's what you want.

Davey.

Davey!

Members, unfortunately, we find ourselves here today for another reason.

To show our distaste to a certain individual who's decided to betray us

back to work.

I understand your anger.

But comrades, hear this. Do not cross these barriers.

We all know what the police are capable of.

And we'll never repeat.

of the violence that's been endured by our members in the North. Not in this

neighbourhood! No!

Listen, I could build an army, the likes of the 4th Commando, with the courage

and bravery of you lads.

Yes! But listen, do not cross those barriers.

Don't give them the opportunity to use their heavy -handed tactics that they

against our members in the North. Pigs!

vindication to the police with your chance, not with violence.

Show them that you, the mine workers of this colony, stand juicily steadfast and

that you are justifiably proud of who you are.

You are justifiably proud of what you stand for. Yes!

I want to be a miner.

What the fuck is up with me, mate?

What the hell are we doing? We're not fucking cabaret act. I know, Ravi.

The old man asked me to show support, mate.

For charity, for the families. You know how it is.

We've been over this, man.

At least we missed that bird with the snake.

I hate fucking snakes.

That's only because you were late, then.

Okay, calm down, boys.

Big crowd at this time. Let's get this done.

Okay, but this is the last fucking one of these that we're doing. I mean, we

going fucking backwards, Clay.

Where the fuck is Dreary Knight? We haven't seen Gaylord in months. What the

fuck has he done with our demo tape? Vim, please, please, shut the fuck up.

All right, lad.

You're up.

Come on.

Evening, boys. Evening, Jesus.

Have a good one. See you later.

Yeah, bye.

Hey, boys.

She, uh...

Definitely need to update that poster, don't you think?

Marco, shut the fuck up, please.

Great, isn't he, Will?

He looks a bit like Albert, doesn't he?

All right, fellas.

Usual time. All right, cheers, Pat.

Bit louder than here tonight, isn't it?

I guess I'll have a drink.

It will!

Get in here!

For fuck's sake, Tom's here.

He must have a death wish.

Markham, now! Come on!

God damn!

He's fucking nerve coming in here, isn't he?

Yeah, but I've got scabs in here.

I think you should leave, Tom.

Oh, I don't know, Angie.

I mean, it's my fucking club, after all.

I'll drink here if I want to. Fucking scabby black -legged bastard!

Really? A sausage roll? Oh, fuck!

Leave him the fuck alone!

Back off!

Tom.

Have you got some brews?

I'll give you that.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Well, it's a charity night, isn't it?

I thought I'd come here and support my son.

I thought, you know, it'd be reasonable if we could all put our differences

aside. Just for one night, eh? No, we fucking can't! Shut the fuck up!

Are you going to leave?

Tell me you're going to leave, please.

Time to go!

Now, fuck this, man. I'm up. I told you so.

Fuck off.

Get the fuck out of here.

Fucking back off!

Back off!

It's on him.

Brother, you've got to... You've got to leave.

Please.

You think that Scargill and the Union is going to save you?

You just don't get it, do you?

You lot, you're lions.

But you're being led by a fucking donkey.

Okay, boys.

I'm going to do that.

You have been a wonderful audience.

Excuse me?

My dad thinks you're shit.

Oh,

you son of a shit, get off it.

OK,

come on.

OK, come on.

Come on then, ladies and gentlemen. We have our main act up in just a moment.

Gwen is still going round with a raffle ticket, so please don't forget to give

generously. These families need you.

Why are you all just waiting?

All right, then, ladies and gentlemen.

Come on. Where are you, fucking twat?

The moment you've all been waiting for. Please give a warm welcome to...

Oh my god, what the hell?

Yeah, I know, right?

Yeah, I think we're going to go out of here for a bit.

Somewhere, we can all have a chat.

Look, Chrissie, thanks for standing by and supporting the band.

I really mean that.

We're all clear in here, so let's kick off here. Yeah.

I'll see you later.

Then, take us down to the bay, mate. Somewhere where we can all chill.

Uh -huh.

Yeah, I could use a smoke.

Yeah.

Good idea.

Much love.

Think your dad was in that scrap?

Yeah.

Yeah, he was, from what I saw.

You stupid old bastard.

At the last time I'm doing a gig like that, lads, I'll tell you that.

Me neither.

Embarrassing.

What, Aisha?

What?

She was there.

Oh, not this posh bit of fluff again, mate. You're doing our heads in with it.

There are bigger issues. Look at the state of my fucking van.

He's lost his head over them, you know that. Yeah, you're boring me with it

David. Oh, shut the fuck up!

I'm sorry about your van.

You better fucking fix it. I will.

I will.

Bring it out in the shop next week.

I'll sort it.

Thanks, knobjockey.

Here's one for you.

How do you confuse a miner?

You throw him a line of shovels and tell him to take his pick.

I got one.

What do you get if you drop a piano down a mineshaft?

I know this, I know this.

A flat miner.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

Don't steal it.

What about this?

What do you call a bloke?

With two splits.

Double jointed.

What? What?

What?

Hey, Rob, have you got those samosas? Yeah.

Come on.

Come on.

That don't matter.

Hand them over.

What have we got? What have we got?

I bloody love you, Mum.

Oh, well, shout out, Ravi. We know likes are a bit older, eh?

Right,

let's go for a laugh.

Lads, come and have a look at this.

We don't want to see your dick, mate. Not that, you dickhead, dick.

I'll say one thing for this skittle.

It's got a pretty view.

Yeah.

I'll never get bored looking at that.

Morning, Sly.

Morning, sir.

Take a look at my suspension for me. I bumped a kerb earlier and, you know,

give it a general once -over, would you?

Yeah, I tell you what, leave it with us and I'll get one of that stuff with us.

Splendid. Yes, I'll leave it with you.

I'm running late for a meeting, so... Look, the name's Derry.

No worries.

Like I said, leave it with us, I'll get one of that stuff with us and then we'll

give you a call.

Wonderful. Well, I'll see you later. Thank you very much. Keep to it.

No worries, sir.

Back with Derry Knight.

Are we?

Looks like it's got a few quid. Yeah.

Some of it.

Anyway,

can we have a look?

Piss off.

I'm not touching the thing.

Until I get my tape, you tell him he can get fucked.

Let's have a look.

All right, you old rock star, you.

Where have you been? It's fucking late.

Yeah, sorry, a mechanical malfunction with the car, old boy.

Oh, thank you.

I hope so, I might if I do.

But don't let that worry you.

It's something for you.

OK.

Oh, look, I've got these demo tapes finally done.

All the bands.

See if I've got time to show you a bit of cash.

Yes, well, I actually care not for those, old chum.

You can do what you like with those.

Oh, look, man, this isn't cool, what you're doing, huh?

Oh, come on.

You're not getting all soft and sentimental over them, are you? They

give a fuck about you, mate.

These bands have their own selfish agenda.

Oh, look, man.

These bands, they have hope.

And they have dreams.

As did I, a very long time ago.

Oh, Bob.

Yeah, well, on that note, I am going to split.

I've got a plan to catch.

Where are you going?

Anywhere where it's drier and fucking warmer.

L .A. perhaps.

I've not seen a bad one float over there.

So I'm going to go and check it out.

So I'll see you, Jerry.

Yeah. Good luck, Olsen.

Come on, you fat prick, answer the phone.

David? Yeah?

Yeah, I think I'm going to be a little bit late, mate.

I'm going to pop round the manor house and see if that fat punk there is about.

He's not picking up his phone.

You bloody need to.

What do you mean?

expensive cars, mate.

It was in the garage today.

Really? Yeah, really.

Don't worry about being late, mate. The fuck have we got to rehearse for anyway?

Baby, stop.

Mate, we need to kick on, you know that.

I need you, mate. Yeah, well, good luck.

See you in a bit, yeah? Yeah, alright, bye.

All right, mate. Yeah, come on, Dick.

All right, mate. I'm looking for Derry.

Derry? Derry who?

Derry Knight, the owner of this gas, the producer.

I think you're mistaken.

The owner's away.

But I can tell you this. The owner of this place is Lord Hawkins, not Derry

Knight.

All right, thanks.

Sorry to bother you, mate.

All right, bye.

Bye, then.

Hey, what are you doing? Yeah, yeah, all right, Malmo. Yeah.

Are you fucking brave?

Are you sure you didn't see that bastard?

I'm telling you, mate, the place is cleared out.

He doesn't even own it.

What about the studio?

I don't know, Davey. It's underground.

I couldn't tell him, all right?

We put everything we fucking had into this.

I can't fucking believe it.

And neither can I, mate.

What about the money?

I can't.

Let

me

just get this straight.

We have no gigs lined up in London. We've got no tape. And now we've got no

fucking money.

Congratulations, boys.

We've wasted our fucking time with this fucking man.

But hey, never mind. Let's all fuck off now. Oh, will you just leave it? Shut

the fuck up, you poncy prick.

I have had enough of your attitude.

I've had enough to fucking hear.

You know what? Fuck me.

I'm off. Come on.

Is that it then, is it?

Eh?

Look, no one said it was going to be fucking easy. Oh, will you forget about

easy, mate?

Look around you.

The world is fucked.

And all we're doing is standing around pissing on each other's shoes.

Nah.

No.

Now we're two grand in the hole, and we're no further forward than we fucking

started the thing.

Lim's right.

We are wasting our time here, boys.

And I am not going to be the idiot that this town eats up.

I'm done.

Just fuck off then!

You think you're just like your dad?

Weak.

Impossessed. Would you fucking shake the meat?

Go on then.

Go on.

I dare you.

You know what, man?

You... You have a good life.

Out with the village people again.

I'm not even going to respond to that, are you, sir?

What? No drinking tonight?

I need you.

It's all gone wrong.

The money's gone and I... I don't know what to do.

Okay, look at me.

I will make this right.

Best of luck, Vanessa.

This looks like our nest of vipers.

Come on, Violet.

Morning, Bert. Long time no see.

Morning, Josie. We're here to see Mr Derry Knight.

Okay.

Derry!

Good lord.

Oi! Stay right where you are. None of you move.

Bartlett, go and get him. Yes, John.

Stinks!

Dairy Knight, you're nicked. Oh, bollocks, copper.

How long have you been here?

I don't know.

I lost track of time.

How could I be so deluded?

What do you mean?

I thought I'd finally find a way out of this place doing what I love.

I may as well have just set alight to that money.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You want to know?

Everything will be okay.

You know, things might not have turned out the way you planned, but... Maybe

need to learn from a different person.

Like what?

Feel the pulse running through his fingers.

The stench of cold.