All language subtitles for Os Ferroviarios (2001)

I've... I've done that bit.

(Chatter)

- Got your end?
- No. A bit more.

- Got your end?
- No. Right, got it now.

- Here, John, just pull this.
- Andy, there's only one coming through.

Hang on. Right.

It's stuck on summat.

Well, I need another two of them.

(Chatter)

(Horn)

One on the up, lads.

Come on, look sharp.

Mick, off the track. Come on.

John, shift yourself.

Mick, spade.

Oh, bollocks!

Mick!

- (Train horn)
- Mick, leave it.

- Mick! Leave it!
- (Shouting)

Come on, get off the bloody thing!

(Yawns)

(Grunts)

Come on, Webby, get up.

There you go, Paul,
I've put you in a piece of lemon cake.

Oh, thanks, Tracy.

- Have I got some?
- You don't like it.

Yeah, I do.

See you later.

- See you, pal.
- Bye.

(Baby cries)

Come on.

Cheers.

What's all this, then?

That's you.

We're railwaymen, us.

That's what you're gonna be called from now on.

- What, all of us?
- All of us, aye.

When's that come in?

Well, that's what we're gonna be called now.

(Chatter)

Morning, lads.

Er, you'll be pleased to know
you don't have to go out straightaway.

- (Chatter continues)
- Oi! Oi!

Excuse me,
I've got something important to tell you here.

There's a briefing I'm gonna tell you about.

Because, er, it's about your new company.

East Midlands Infrastructure. All right?

I've got a briefing about it here.

So, if you just listen carefully...
er, don't interrupt.

You know, just for once, try and...

- Morning.
- Oh, aye, where've you been?

Toilet.

Toilet, oh. You're not late, are you?

- No.
- No, been here ages.

- Have you clocked on?
- Yeah.

All right. Well, sit down and listen. All right?

(She murmurs)

Thought it were girls
who were s'posed to go to toilet together.

- He won't wake up in the morning.
- I was knackered. Your settee's crap.

- She'll not have him. Too much sense.
- Thank you, Fiona.

Right, now. Hang on, hang on. Listen, lads.

Now then, if there's anyone here
not actually based at this depot,

because one or two of you lads are on loan
from Woodburn depot, aren't you?

So, hands up all those
who are on loan from Woodburn.

OK, I'm sorry, lads,
but this information is not for you, OK?

So I must ask you to go outside, all right?

- What's he talking about?
- (Laughter)

What are you laughing at?
What is it? Why?

Why have they got to go outside?

Why? Because they're a different company now
and I don't want them spying on us...

- (Laughter)
...and pinching our jobs.

Who d'you think we are, James Bond?

Oi. Oi! Oi! Oi! What the hell are you laughing at?
Come on. Keep it down.

- (Muttering)
- Come on, lads.

What, they've got to go?

- Yeah.
- (Chatter)

This is... This is daft, this.

- Listen, British Rail is gone now.
- I'll tell you what he says, lads.

- It's not...
- It's daft, this.

Listen, hang on. It's not like that
any more, Gerry. British Rail's gone.

Woodburn depot is now Northern Infrastructure
and they're gonna be competing with us.

All right? Er...
A... And look, it's all in this briefing.

- All right? Have they gone? Right. Fine.
- They've left door open, they might hear us.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, come on.

Listen, you're not rail workers any more.
Er, you're now East Midlands Infrastructure.

For now, anyway.

Er, you don't work for British Rail and we've got
to win contracts from the, er, Railtrack company.

Er, and we've got a managing director
to... to win the work for us, all right?

- Who's he, then?
- Because now, in the future, just...

- Who is he?
- Just... All right, all right, listen.

Just doing the job is not gonna be good enough
in the future. Right?

You've gotta do it well, if we're gonna succeed.

And we've gotta advertise our skills
and we've got to have a mission statement.

- What's a mission statement?
- Mission Impossible.

- (Some laughter)
- Missionary position.

- (Laughter)
- All right, all right, keep the banter down, lads.

Let's keep it serious. This is important stuff
you've gotta... you've gotta listen to here.

Look, a mission statement
is where we say what we're gonna do...

Er, and then we have to do it.

(Laughter)

- I'm off to work.
- (Laughter)

- All right.
- I'm going for a shit.

- (Laughter)
- All right! Come on!

Listen! I've got
bloody more important things to do

than bloody go on talking to you lads like this.

- I'm going for a shit.
- All right, now come on.

That's the way things are gonna be done
in future, right?

Now listen. Because to succeed
in the marketplace,

we've gotta sell our wares p... carefully.

- And we've gotta...
- (Laughter)

We've got to look after the customer
if we're gonna keep 'em.

All right? And we've got to have safety
written into the contract.

Er, because if we don't work safely,
well, we don't work at all. All right?

- We do work safely.
- And, er...

- Eh?
- We always work safely.

Well, you try, but it's not as safe
as when I used to do the job, I'll tell you that.

(Jeering and laughter)

- Ta(!) That's right on...
- You might bloody scoff, but it's bloody true.

Some of the old lads, I wish they were still here.
Show you bloody lads a thing or two, I'll tell you.

Old Len knows what I'm talking about.
He was one of the lads.

Old Len ha'n't... 'Ere, Old Len ha'n't
a bloody clue what you're talking about.

(Laughter)

Oh, now listen, hang on.
Now this really is important.

All right. We've had a bit of fun, lads,
but now come on, get serious now.

Look, deaths have got to be kept
to an acceptable level.

(Laughter)

Oi! Hang on! Shut up. Shut up.

- What's an acceptable level?
- Er... two a year.

- But nobody's been killed for past 18 month.
- (Laughter)

- Any volunteers?
- (Laughter)

- That's daft.
- If you're third one, you're sacked.

Look, I'm just bloody telling you
what it says here, right?

Listen. Now then, the final thing is...

there's a letter here for each of you.
I want you to read it carefully.

- What's it for, that, then?
- It's about redundancy. Lf...

- You're going to make it compulsory.
- No, it's not compulsory.

- It... It's up to you whether you accept it.
- Have you got one, an' all?

Gonna buy us off, then. Gonna buy us off.

- That's it. Sell us down the river again.
- Aye.

Are we all getting one of these?

Should do, aye. There's one for each of you.

(Muttering)

Are you getting one?

- Michael.
- I don't need one, lad.

- Why, has he got sack?
- John.

- Is this what they call fucking hand-outs?
- Eh?

(Chatter)

- Paul.
- I ain't been here long enough to cop for that.

Come on then, let's be having you!

- Come on, lads.
- We can't do owt in this, Len. It's wet.

- Easy on them brakes, mate.
- It's raining on me, as well.

Come on. Let's get for'ard
and have a look at job. Come on!

He's a bloody nutcase.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

- Morning, ganger, what's job?
- Bloody ballast tamper's packed up again.

- Tamper's broken down?
- Yeah, so it seems.

- What are you having to do? Lay it all by hand?
- All by hand. Sorry.

- There's nowt we can be doing, then?
- No, no, we gotta hand-pack it.

- How long?
- About an hour. Go and get a cup of tea.

About an hour. Righto. See you in a bit.

- That's it. You got it. There you go.
- Screw it on, then.

- Eh up, lads. Harpic's here, look.
- Ah.

- Oh, there's summat on horizon, anyway.
- (Chatter)

Refit? What've they found?

Right. Right, I want a word. I just want...

I'd just like to know what's going on.

What d'you mean, "What's going on?"
We're getting on with job.

Oh, good, I... I'm glad that.
But, er, what's he doing here?

- Working.
- What d'you think I'm doing?

Working? But he shouldn't, should he?
Because he's not in our company now.

Don't you remember? We are now
East Midlands... er, Infrastructure.

He... He's Northern Infrastructure.
Completely different unit. He shouldn't...

He's one of lads. Been wi' us four month.

- Get your... Get your tackle. You've got to go.
- He can't go.

- What d'you mean, "He can't go"?
- Why d'you think he can't go?

- I've signed for this, so I take it. It's mine.
- What...

- Can't do job without meter.
- The meter?

- No, all right, no problem. I'll bring one back.
- When?

As soon as I take him back, I'll get another one.

- At this time of day, with traffic? You're joking.
- I can only do me best.

If he goes... If he goes and takes meter,
we might all as well go.

- Well, I didn't know he'd got that.
- Well, somebody let him have it.

I didn't let him have it, did I?
I didn't know he'd bloody got it.

- Look, come on. Come on. I'm sorry.
- I'm off. I'm off. See ya.

Have you got anything else?
Is that all you've got? You've got everything?

- No, I've got some stuff on t'van.
- Right, well you better get that, then.

- See you later, pal.
- See you.

- See you later, mate.
- And then there were six.

Might as well get off, then.

- Well, I'm not doing that without a meter.
- He's a prick, him, i'n't he?

- All right, lads?
- You all right?

- What's going on?
- Leaving, mate. Taking the money.

- What about working your notice?
- Taking us holidays.

If you ha'n't got no holidays,
you can take unpaid leave.

- Bloody hell, lads, that's a bit quick.
- What, and all your gang's took it, an' all?

- Most of us, yeah.
- Eh, Gerry, come and listen to this.

All Walt's lot's took it already.

- You're joking.
- No. He's here now.

- Can't believe that.
- What's all this, Walt?

There you are, Gerry lad. British Rail conditions
of service. It's no good to me any more.

Where are you gonna get another job now?

I've no idea, but I'm not sticking it here.
Not what went off this morning.

- Decided already?
- Aye.

Should've waited and had a word.

- Have you signed it, lads?
- You were a bit hasty there, weren't you?

- Not really, but...
- All the best, lads.

- See you.
- See you later. Take care.

- Loads of service, him.
- What, you've all signed it?

- Aye.
- Well, it's good money for us, innit?

We're not getting any younger.

- See you, Len.
- I'll see you later, Joe.

OK, Len, mate.

Lisa?

(Lisa, very quietly) Stay there.

- Go... Paul, go away, will you?
- Lisa.

- Lisa!
- Will you just go away?

- Will you open the door?
- No, I'm not. You're not coming in.

- Eh?
- You're not coming in. Will you go away?

I wanted to see the girls, that's all.

I told you, if you wanna see the girls,
you've gotta take 'em somewhere else.

- Right, girls, d'you want to go upstairs?
- Have you had your tea?

- OK.
- Come on, up you go.

- What have you had?
- What about pudding?

You can have it in a bit.
Don't worry, Daddy's not stopping.

And once he's gone, you can have it.
I'll call you down. You go upstairs. Good girls.

- Lisa!
- Will you just go away?

- I brought you some flowers, love.
- I don't want your flowers, Paul.

Eh? Just open the door so I can give 'em ya.

No, I don't want any flowers from you.

- Just go away.
- Just open the door.

I'm not opening the door.
Just go. Will you just leave me alone?

Girls, I'm not gonna ask you again!

I got paid yesterday.

Oh, nice. I went to DSS yesterday,
got some money for me and the kids.

- What d'you go to DSS for?
- Because I don't need you any more.

When is it gonna get into your thick skull?
It's over.

- Just sod off, will ya?
- Just let me give you these bloody flowers.

- Put them through letter box, then.
- Eh?

How can I put a bloody great big
bunch of flowers through a letter box?

- Don't be so bloody stupid.
- I'm not being bloody stupid. Now do it!

Well, it's gonna make a right bloody mess.

Here you are. Just...

- There you go. Now, do it slowly, love.
- I'm doing it slowly.

Take it slowly.

Slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly.

Oh, Lisa, look at that!

They were bloody expensive, them!

- Hey, it's not bad, is it?
- D'you think any of thee lads'll get 25 year in?

- How long ago is that?
- I don't mean between you.

Er, that'd be... ooh... about 18 year ago, that.

Aye, 25 years I got that bloody thing for.

- Anyway, I'll show you where that wants to go.
- Oh, eh!

In there.

There's some right bloody tripe in here, an' all.

What the bloody hell's this? That can go.

How's it going? All right.

Southern Section. Bloody hell,
that's some time back. That can go, an' all.

Hey, I'll tell you what, this is a good 'un.

Here, cop for this, Gerry.

If I can get the bloody thing out. Look at this lot.

That's Arthur Bentley's lads, up at Dore Cliffe.
Best team on t'railways, them lads.

- Till Arthur died.
- Chuffin' 'ell.

D'you know? Arthur, he's on here,
he used to grow all his own vegetables.

He'd a little plot down t'side of railway.

And sadly, poor old Arthur died
on t'bloody... allotment, an' all.

- Did he?
- Aye, he went down one Sunday morning

to get a cabbage for t'dinner.
Fell down stone dead.

- Bloody hell, what did his missus do?
- She had to open a tin of peas.

(Laughter)

'Ey, bloody 'ell.

- Fuckin' 'ell!
- Hey, no, be serious now.

Hey! Do you know what they've fucking done?

Eh? They've just fucking told me
that my job's fucking finished with.

D'you know what they're gonna do? Give it
to some fucking outside fucking contractor.

That's what they're gonna fucking do.

Uh? And I'll tell you what.
D'you know what they've said?

I can bid for my own fucking job. Yeah.

And if I get my fucking job, right,

I've got to have it for six fucking month,
then I've got to fucking bid again.

- Can you believe it? Eh?
- Yeah.

- I've even got to pay for me own fucking mop!
- (Laughter)

- It's about time tha bought summat.
- Bollocks!

And I'll tell you something, I've gotta buy
all me own fucking cleaning stuff.

Bring it all in me own fucking van,
take it out in me own fucking van!

And there'll be no fucking cupboards
and no fucking lockers.

- You're not happy, are you, Jack?
- You're not pleased, then, Jack?

I'm not! Fucking tell you what, it's enough
to make you fucking swear, innit?

Fucking bollock bastards!

- (Laughter)
- Bollocks!

Cleaning, eh? He thought manual labour
were a fucking Spaniard.

(Laughter)

'Ey, lads, he were... he were
in Sheffield today, Jack, and his pager went off.

(Whistles) This old woman said,
"'Ey up, Jack's fucking backing up!"

(Laughter)

(Jack) Knackers!

Seen more bleedin' life in a tramp's fucking vest.

Not time to clock off yet, Jack.

I'm not clocking off. I'm getting ready.
I'm gonna have a fucking cup o' tea!

- And ignore your lot.
- Ooh!

- Thinks he's in fucking Status Quo.
- (Laughter)

Oh, hello, Len. Are you still here, lad?

- I were just going.
- All the best, mate.

- It's been a pleasure.
- Thanks a lot. It's been a pleasure.

- Mr Jackson.
- Well done, Len.

- Hey, what a fella.
- See you later, lads.

- Take care.
- See you later, me old pal.

Hey, what are you lads...
what are you doing here?

- If he ever gets there. See you, Buddy.
- Ta-ta, Len.

(Car horn toots)

Hello, Len. Last day?

- Aye, that's it, lad. I'm off.
- Started as lads same day as I remember.

We did, that's right.

Difference being I've finished up a ganger,
tha's finished up an S and T engineer.

Well, it's not all it's cracked up to be, you know.

Not these days, anyway.
Not with these new lads about.

- Good luck to you. I think tha might need it.
- Same to you.

- Hey up, young 'un.
- Hello, Len.

- Where've you been for them? Grimsby?
- Fastest you've ever walked that, innit, mate?

- (Both chuckle)
- See you later.

- Remember, keep tha tool in tha trousers.
- All right. See you Friday night then, eh?

Ta-ta, lad.

Look at that. It says that
in thirteen weeks' time,

we're gonna be working
a thirty-nine-and-a-half hour week.

I know what they're saying,
but it don't work out in reality, does it?

- Oh, get 'em off, Paul, will ya?
- It's only a bag of chips, John!

I know it's only a bag of chips,
but all this paperwork's gotta be sorted out.

- I'm sorry. It's a bag of chips.
- I know, but you're getting grease all...

- He's your new ganger now.
- He's me new ganger?

- Yeah.
- Fucking hell, we must be desperate.

You'll be desperate in a minute,
if you don't keep chuffin' chips off of thing.

What jobs? We haven't got any jobs.

- I can't fill these in with grease all over them.
- Hey, them chips smell nice.

You could have had some yourself
if you'd put your hand in your pocket,

- you tight bastard.
- Knackers.

- It's unbelievable...
- Hey up, lads, look at this. Eh? Look at that!

Eh? Free tin of sardines. I'n't that nice?

Must've put 'em in cos we put in a big order
down at the chippy. Look at that, Jack.

(Jack) 'Ey, I could have them for me dinner.

- What'd you say, Jack?
- I could have them for me dinner.

Piss off. I'm having 'em tomorrow morning.

I'll go next time.
You like a sardine, don't you, Jack?

I do, aye. Bit of sardine on toast with piccalilli.
It's fucking lovely.

- (Laughter)
- Piccalilli?

(Upbeat film theme)

(Voice-over) 'As Britain's rail industry enters
a new era of change, many questions arise.'

'How will the new arrangements work? '

'Will your jobs be secure?
How much will change? '

'UItimately, our success is riding on your skills,

on the people who maintain the infrastructure.'

'Eleven thousand miles of track,

including bridges, tunnels,
signals, overhead structures

and everything else that makes it work.'

'The foundation of the future.'

'In the market environment we're entering,
the customer is the focus.'

'Customers have to be won
against fierce competition.'

'Then they have to be kept,
by continuous improvement in service,

which means continuous change.'

'I think this is a perfect cue to introduce myself.'

'I'm Will Hemmings
and I'm your managing director.'

'I'd also like to introduce you
to the biggest change of all.'

'A change that underpins all other changes
and I think a change for the better.'

'It's a change of culture.'

'Unfortunately, the days of a job for life are gone.'

'But the jobs are there, for all of us.'

'Lf we rise to the expectations the future holds,

we can progress
as far as our initiative will take us.'

'There are no limits
to what this team can achieve together.'

'Let me leave you with my vision.'

'The end of us and them

and the beginning of a partnership for progress.'

'It's time to move forward into the 21 st century

and lay the foundation of the future.'

Look at this. Are we getting a new sign
every couple of weeks now then, or what?

Hey, Gerry, what's this frigging notice
they've put on t'clock?

- What notice on clock?
- They've put a chuffin' notice on t'clock.

Harpic's just banged it up.

- Harpic has?
- It's getting fucking ridiculous.

- Oh, fuck.
- What's it say?

You've got a right number, ha'n't you, lads, eh?
Money for nowt.

Bloody hell.

That's our bloody part-time job
gone down t'drain.

- Can't believe he's done it again.
- What about my allotment? I'm in a right state.

- Look at this.
- "All staff must clock off as well as on."

Bastard Harpic. He can't do this.
He should have consulted me first.

- That's what I said.
- I'll go and sort it out.

- What's he done, Gerry?
- That bastard, Harpic.

- What?
- Eh?

Is that Harpic a bastard, or what?

Are you gonna tell him, Gerry?
Are you gonna sort it, cock?

He won't get away with this one.

You tell him.

Oh, hello.

Hello, Gerry lad. What can I do for you?

- This notice that's on t'clock.
- Yeah, well, what's wrong with it?

You know full well
you can't just bring in changes like that.

You're supposed to consult it in first.

Look, Gerry, I mean, you're already here.

We're just asking you to clock out
so we know when you've finished.

It's on the time sheets. It was agreed years ago
we didn't need to clock off.

- Look, Gerry, we don't want any fraud.
- Are you accusing us of fraud?

Er... did you not consult this in, Mr Jackson?

Er... well, no. I didn't think it was necessary.

- Gerry, can you just give us a minute, please?
- Yeah, I'll wait outside.

Thanks.

- (Door closes)
- Bill, I'm only doing as I'm told.

Well, yes, I know.
Um, but it's... how we do it, isn't it?

Hey, Gerry, what did he say?

- It still stands, but I've got us a concession.
- What?

Don't have to clock up on Sunday now,
we can go straight to job.

But we don't clock on on Sundays.
That's no bloody concession, is it?

- We don't clock on on Sundays anyway.
- Best I could get.

- Bastard, he is.
- Listen, lads, we can't refuse to stay to time.

- Hey up, lads.
- Chips up, lads.

Forget about it for a minute
whilst we have us dinner.

- Maybe we should...
- Gerry. Gerry, just have your dinner.

(Chatter)

'Ey, another tin of sardines here.
Bloody hell, you were right, Paul.

- Another tin of sardines, mate.
- Ah, you see, what did I say?

He's a great lad, i'n't he, down at that chippy?

A few bags of chips, free tin.

- Free tin of sardines again, Jack.
- I'll have them. I've nowt for me fucking dinner.

Tha's joking, mate.
I've been for 'em, I keep 'em.

- Like a bit of sardine, don't you, Jack?
- You, you're a greedy bastard!

(Whispers) Oh, come on, Trace.

(Whispers) I don't want to. Paul might hear us.

You shouldn't be thinking about Paul,
you should be thinking about me.

- I don't want to.
- Yeah, but I do!

(He sighs)

He can't hear us.

You said... that you could hear him
moving about.

So he must be able to hear us.

He's probably asleep by now.

(Faint giggling)

(Moans)

- (Crash)
- What was that?

(Sighs)

Come on, let's get on t'floor.
It'll be quieter on t'floor.

Look, I just... I don't... I don't want to.

Yeah, but I want to!

(Sighs) Let's just...
Let's just try and go to sleep, eh?

Go to sleep?! How can I get to sleep?
Fucking hell!

And then, if the... if the... er, if the other men
work the overtime in the week,

and then we change it around the week after.

So if we go on a rota basis...

Well, obviously we'll have to check these figures,
Bill, but it looks OK at the moment.

Um, just on more general note,
how are things going here?

I mean, is everything on schedule?

I... yeah. I thi... Yeah, I think so.

D'you, er... D'you think the men are on board?

Er... well, yeah.

I mean obviously they're... they're a little
concerned about the way things are going and...

- Have we met all the troublemakers yet?
- What troublemakers?

The union men. You know what I mean.

Er, well, we... we've got
the, er, the union reps, of course, but...

Usually they follow the agreements and...
I don't normally have any trouble with them.

Can I stop you there, Bill?
There are no agreements.

The slate's been wiped clean.

Er, but we've got local and national agreements
that... that go back a... a long way.

- They go back a lot of years and...
- Look, I just said there are no agreements.

It is a clean sheet.

OK? D'you understand that?

(Chuckles) But these...
But these agreements go back...

- Bill...
...go back a long... a long way.

Bill, we're wasting time. Anyone who
stands in the way of change is out.

OK?

They're out. They can either go voluntarily
or they can just go.

(Other man) We... We will give them the choice.

Choice? What choice?

We've got agreements that go back a long way.

We... We... These... We've got agreements
for... for promotion and redundancy.

- We have conditions...
- OK.

- Fine.
- I mean, it's...

I understand what you're saying.
No, I understand what you're saying.

Right.

I've signed it already. If you'd just like to write
your letter of resignation above that,

and I'll accept it this afternoon.

Well... I...

- This is...
- OK. You don't want to do that.

- Of course not.
- All right. Do this.

That lot you've got down the yard.

What are they?
Signals and telecoms or something, isn't it?

- Signals, yeah.
- You brought in clocking off. Is that right?

- With a bit of a concession.
- I did, yeah.

OK, well tell them
the concession's been withdrawn.

- I've only just negotiated it.
- Bill, it's a win-win situation.

You get to keep your job.
I get to know you're on board.

But I need to hear you've done it.

Or that letter gets filled out.

All right, come on, get cracking.

Right. Oh, hello, Jack. Hello.

Right, lads. You're all here, are you? Right.

I've got something pretty important
to tell you all and... er...

I'm not sure whether you're gonna like it or not,
but it's about the clocking procedure.

The Sunday. I'm afraid...
that concession's been withdrawn.

- Oh, 'ey.
- I'm afraid so.

Yes, look, I'm sorry.

(Angry muttering)

- I'm sorry, you've just got to accept it.
- No, you agreed.

But an agreement, well, it could be
just a... a... a... an understanding

- which might have been misunderstood.
- You're talking bollocks.

- Oi!
- Just refresh your memory for you, shall I?

- I'll just refresh your memory.
- Oh, here we go.

- Gerry and his famous bits of paper.
- Except on Sundays. Right?

You agreed. Right? It's in the minutes.

- And what's more... is that your signature?
- Yes.

- Is that your signature?
- It is. I'd recognise it, yeah.

That means you signed it.
You have signed this agreement.

OK. I may have done.
But what I'm saying now...

What d'you mean, you may have done,
you blind git? Look, that's your signature!

Can you just watch your language, please?

- Well...
- I'm saying that that was my signature then.

- Time...
- Have you swapped it now?

All right, it's still my signature on an agreement.

- He's swapped his signature now.
- (Sniggering)

- What I'm saying is...
- You didn't mean it, is that what you're saying?

There's something different now. And it's just
one of those things you have to accept.

No, we don't have to...

We don't need to accept it
because you've already agreed.

All right, Gerry, you don't need to accept it then.
Just go and get your bloody cards.

- (Worker) They're gonna sack you now, eh?
- What about, er...

If you don't wanna accept it,
you know what to do.

- Hang on, hang on. Health and Safety.
- What d' you mean, Health and Safety?

- Health and Safety.
- Yeah, well, what about Health and Safety?

That clock shouldn't be in here.
This is our mess room.

Gerry... But that clock
is not a Health and Safety issue!

Look, we're entitled, right,
to a place away from the workplace, right?

Right. Yes.

- Yes, I agree. Yes.
- So that clock shouldn't be in here.

But it's not gonna poison you, for Christ's sake!
It's not a Health and Safety hazard, is it?

Look, we have to have somewhere to eat, right?
Away from the workplace.

- Yeah, well, this is it, innit?
- What if I ring the Railway Safety Inspectorate?

- Oh, come on, that's ridiculous!
- No, it's not.

You're gonna bring the whole bloody tribe
down on us, are you?

Might well do. Unless that clock's shifted.

- That's what I'll do.
- Oh, this is getting ridiculous.

- I don't care what you say.
- I think I've heard enough now.

It's no more ridiculous than you signing that
and telling us it's no good.

I can always rely on you, can't I?
You are... You...

I don't believe it. This is beyond reason.
This is absolutely unreasonable. Unreasonable.

- Un-bloody...
- Get up there. Tell them to come and shift it.

Un-bloody reasonable! Read my fucking lips!

(Jeering)

Oh, Mr Jackson!

You've upset him now, Gerry, haven't you?

- He signed that bloody thing.
- Who wants a cup of tea?

- I'll have a cup.
- I'll have one, Webby.

Coffee for me, Paul.

See veins sticking out of his forehead there, eh?

Well, I'm bleeding starving.
Does anybody want any chips?

- Aye, I'll have some chips, Jack.
- John, d'you want any chips?

- Who... Who's going there?
- Well, I'm gonna have a walk down.

- Get us some scraps.
- Go on, then, I'll have a bag.

- What d'you want?
- Just a bag.

- Get us a butty, Jack.
- Cheers, pal.

- Here y'are, mate.
- John...

- Here you go, mate.
...d'you want something?

- I don't know. Me appetite's gone.
- Bring me some change.

There you go, mate. That'll be... �2.65.

Aye. Where's me sardines?

- Sardines?
- Yeah, me sardines.

- Free sardines.
- Sorry, mate. No, we don't do them.

Well, my mate were in, what, couple of days ago
and he got some free sardines.

- No, not from here, mate, no.
- Yeah. From here.

He got free sardines for a big order.

That's what I've done, got a big order.
Free sardines.

Big order, sar... No, no. We've got some cod.

- Chips.
- I don't want cod or chips.

- Rissoles.
- I don't want rissoles.

- You don't want ri...
- No.

Well, we haven't got any sardines.
I'm sorry, mate. No. Jumbo sausage?

You either get me sardines or you get
a jumbo sausage up your fucking arse.

- I'm...
- Steady on, steady on. Er...

I've got a chicken leg.

You'll have broken legs
if you don't give me me sardines, pal.

Sorry, mate, we haven't got no sardines.

- �2.65 that'll be.
- Are you trying to rip me off?

- No.
- Are you trying to rip me off?

- Come on, I want serving.
- Shut up! Keep your pissing nose out!

- Are you trying to rip me off?
- He a'n't got no sardines!

- Who's talking to you?
- I come in here regular.

- I know he doesn't sell sardines. Come on!
- Listen to the woman.

Shut up! Keep your gob shut.

- I want my sardines.
- We haven't got any.

- I want to get off home!
- Are you trying to rip me off?

- No!
- Yes, you are! You thieving bastard!

- Get off me, will you?
- You thieving bastard!

- Get him off me!
- Get off, Jack!

We was joking, Jack.

We were joking. We were joking.

- I'm sorry, mate!
- You lousy bastards!

- �2.65, please.
- 'Ey! 'Ey!

(Shouting)

- You lousy bastards!
- Oi! Oi! �2.65!

- Oh, come on, it was only a joke!
- Lousy bastards!

- It wasn't me! Get off!
- (Laughter)

(Emile Waldteufel: The Skater's Waltz)

(Music drowns out voices)

- Mum, we've got some brand new skates!
- Oh, look at those!

- Daddy bought 'em.
- Did he? Right, you come in the kitchen.

- See you soon, Daddy.
- See you later, girls.

- Bye.
- See you soon. Bye.

- New ice skates?
- Well, I've been saving up a bit.

The, er, CSA have been asking about you.

- CSA?
- The Child Support Agency.

They need details like, um, where you're living,
where you're working, how much you're on.

They're sending me some forms
to help me get some more money.

- But you're getting some money.
- We can't manage on it, Paul.

Well, I can't give you any more money, can I?

- Can't you get some overtime?
- Overtime?

No, I can't. There's no overtime to get.

Well, what are we gonna do?
How are we gonna manage?

- Well, I don't know. How can I do overtime?
- Mum, come and look at our ice skates.

- Mum!
- I've gotta go. I'll see ya.

- Aye. See ya.
- You've gotta do something.

- Ohh!
- Oh, sorry, mate.

- What you doin'?
- Shifting clock.

- Gaffer wanted me to put it here.
- Oh.

Let me take you for a beer
We'll drink into a frenzy

We all come from Sheffield
And we support the Wednesday

Come through. Come on.

- What you doin' there?
- Your gaffer told me to shift this clock here.

- Bloody Harpic!
- Why d'you call him Harpic?

Why do we call him Harpic? Cos he's clean
round the fucking bend, that's why.

Stupid bastard, he is.

(Gerry) He's not getting away with that.

Ooh, sorry. Oh, sorry, mate. Are you all right?
Didn't see you there.

- Fucking idiot! Sorry about that, mate...
- You all right?

...he's a bit clumsy. Are you all right?
- All right. Yeah, yeah. Go on.

Oh, you're putting that clock
up on that wall there, are you?

No, I'm riding a bike(!)

Better watch your back.

- Hey up, lads. You off?
- Yeah.

- That's us done.
- Gonna jump before we get pushed.

(Chatter)

- Paul?
- What? Ah, shit!

- What?
- That's got to go back outside, next to that skip.

- You what?
- What?

All that. All that next to that skip outside.
Take it all back.

We've just fucking carted it in, mate!
What are you on about, "Take it outside"?

I'm on about take it back outside,
next to that skip.

- In the skip?
- Next to the skip.

- (Softly) Christ!
- You take it easy, won't you?

- Don't strain yourself(!)
- That job's bloody suiting you to a T.

- I'n't it, John, eh?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You'll be getting a bloody suit next!

Right, there you are, lads. OK.

Here, cop for this lot, then, all right?

Right.

Here you are. OK.

Here you are, Paul.

- What's all this about?
- Cop for that.

Right, well, you see all this equipment here,
don't you? Right?

I want it all smashing up and putting in that skip.

- Smash it up?
- Smash it up, Mick, aye.

- Look, there's nowt wrong wi' it!
- I know, but we've got high standards now.

This isn't up to scratch. In that skip with it all.

We can't smash this up. It's good gear.
It's worth thousands of pounds!

- Can't you sell it?
- Sell it? What, to our competitors?

Oh, come on, Gerry, wake up. Can't do that.

There's nowt wrong with it. We've always used it.

- Bugger all wrong with that, Mr Jackson.
- I know, I know.

But the point is, you do what I tell you to do,
all right? That's the way it works.

- Don't you ever question management?
- Never mind about that.

Look, get this bloody equipment and get on
with it. Do as I say for once without arguing.

Thank you. Very much.

- Right.
- (Muttering)

- You're not gonna change your mind, Mr?
- I'm not gonna change me mind, Jim, lad.

Come on. Just get it all smashed up
and in that skip.

- Sharp! Come on. Chop-chop!
- Right, fair enough, then. Fair enough.

Go on, lads. Get smashin'.

One on!

This includes you, Gerry!
Come on. Don't just stand there!

- Breaks your bloody heart!
- Look at that, eh!

- It's worth a blood fortune, is that!
- (Mobile rings)

Yeah? What?

Hey! Hey! Look at this.
Last week that were done.

It's not been used
since it were done, that, last week.

Stop! Quiet! Oi! Oi! Oi! Hang on!
Stop. Stop. Stop!

Mick! Mick! Stop. Listen. Right...

Hey! Hey! Paul. Listen, listen.

Quiet. Stop. Stop. Stop. Listen.

We've got a panic on.
There's, er, been a derailment up at Dore.

So quick, into van. Get up to Dore, quick.
I want you to itemise every bit of damage.

- All right?
- Hang on, hang on. Hang on!

I've just filled all t'sheets in there.
We're here for t'day.

Bloody derailment up at Dore, for Christ's sake!

I want you to go up there, itemise the damage.

Right? And be careful who you speak to,

because I... I want this lot keeping with us.
No competition involved.

- Hiya.
- All right, lads. What's happening?

Well, we can't get on
till them blokes have finished.

Who are they, then?

They're all different gaffers, different companies.
They're all checking it out.

(Chatter)

Here's your big moment, John.
Go and sort it out, son.

- (Mobile rings)
- Hello, mate, who's in charge here?

You want to go and see him.

- Excuse me, mate.
- Hello?

No, Jonathan, it's pretty clear.

Yeah. No, as the train operating company,

we're gonna come out of this
absolutely squeaky clean.

Aye, absolutely.

Yeah, there's no doubt about it. We're gonna
stuff the track company on this one.

I'll get back to you when I get some more news.

- Well, the wagons have come off...
- Excuse me, mate.

And they've, er, toppled over
and taken the signal cables.

But I'll tell you something.
Gilchrist are gonna get screwed on this one.

Come on, boys.
He's down here, the Gilchrist bloke.

Cheers, mate.

Heard a few things
about the track widening... to gauge.

You know, that section that they mentioned,
that they couldn't maintain any more?

We'd have to, er, he'd have to pay to renew.

Did they ever come up with
the money for that job?

No, I thought they hadn't.
Have you been on to the lawyers yet?

Right. Get on to them
soon as they get into the office.

- Are you in charge, mate?
- Depends. What did you want?

Well, we've been sent up to find out
what all t'damage is about.

- And who d'you work for?
- Same as you, Gilchrist.

- You can look round but don't disturb anything.
- All right. No worries.

- Is anybody doing any work round here?
- Come on. We are. Let's get going.

Not meant to be
a bloody Cruft's dog competition, is it?

Whatever competition it'd be,
he wouldn't fucking win it.

- Lennie! Fucking Lennie!
- Fucking hell!

- How are you doing, mate?
- My, a likely bunch of workers I've ever seen!

- How's it going?
- What are you doing here?

- Working like thee.
- I thought you'd finished work.

- I'm working for agency now.
- Eh?

- Working for agency now.
- What agency?

Well, they wrote to me
about six or eight week ago.

See if I could get a gang together.
Have a look. It's here.

- I kept letter. So I got lads together and we...
- Thanks for thinking of us(!)

Listen to this, listen to this.
"We are looking for skilled technicians."

"Very good earning opportunities are available
to those willing to work flexibly."

- What's all that about?
- Well, that's us.

- When did they know you were leaving?
- Haven't a bloody clue.

Like this morning. Just got a telephone call.

"Get lads together, get tha tackle on
and get down here."

- How much are they paying you?
- Must be seven or eight quid an hour. Is it?

- Go on, tell us. How much are they paying you?
- How does 15 sound?

- Fucking 'ell! 15 quid?!
- An hour?!

- These lads are on 12.
- Fuckin' 'ell!

- Wayne's on 12 quid an hour?!
- Him? 12 quid an hour?

- It says "skilled technician" here!
- Yeah, top man.

Anyway, what's tha bloody crew
doing here this morning?

We're here to sort out fucking stuff,
all t'damage assessment.

Well, we've both got same will, then.
Has thee made a start yet?

We've only just got here.

Ah, well, see, we've been at it
about an hour, us lads.

Anyway, I'll give you a bit of a clue, look.

I reckon there's six sets of track cable to replace.

There's about ten yard of troughing torn up,

with two 48-cores, a power cable,
a bit for telecom...

Lennie, Lennie. We'll start at far end, you'll start
up there and we'll meet in t'middle, mate.

We'll get us notes out then, see how job's gone.

Well, tha do a little bit less than us,
cos we being on 15 quid, we feel we ought to...

- (Laughter)
- Fucking cheeky bastard!

See you in a bit, lads.

You'll get yourself
some prize lookers now, won't you, Len?

- Well, what a waste of time that were, eh?
- Aye, a right fucking circus, weren't it?

Right then, Jim.
Your turn to put kettle on, innit, mate?

Oh, 'ey, give us a chance
to get me bleedin' coat off, will ya?

(Chatter)

Slips are here, boys!

Paul.

Mick. Geraldo.

Yours is down here, Jim.

- Oh, that's fucking typical, that is!
- What's wrong? They overpaid you again?

No, they've taken 110 quid off me.

- Who has?
- Child Support Agency.

Well, you were expecting it, weren't you?

Ah, fuck it, lads, I've had enough.
Where's that letter?

Can't live on that.

Oh, come on, Paul.
Surely you're not gonna sign that.

- I've had enough, Gerry. I've had enough.
- Oh, come on!

- Nowt to stay here for, is there?
- 9,670... 9,670 quid!

- How much did Len say he's getting an hour?
- 15 quid.

- 15 quid.
- But that weren't a guaranteed 40-hour week.

- It's a damn sight more than we're getting.
- That's for being in charge, an' all.

- It's more than he got for being in charge here.
- Yeah, but it were a regular wage.

Yeah, on bare time!
I haven't got any money, have I?

Eh? I've gotta buy a flat. I've gotta get furniture.

They've just taken 110 quid off me.
I can't live on that, can I?

I'm signing it. Gi' us a pen, Jim.

- You can sod off. I'm not giving you a pen...
- Just give us a pen!

...to sign for voluntary redundancy.
Any road, what gives you right to sell a job?

Gi' us a pen, John.

- What about you, Mick?
- Oh, I don't know, Webby.

It's a big step chucking a job.
It takes some thinking about.

- Well, I've been thinking about it.
- Aye, me an' all. Give us that pen after you.

What's tha want it for?
Tha's not been here long enough.

Look, a few thousand quid's better than nowt.
Might get nowt here soon.

And, on top of that, twice hourly rate.

- Are you gonna sign it or what, Mick?
- Paul, you know I can't just pack a job in!

- Why not?
- I've been made redundant twice before!

You know that!
I'm just beginning to clear me debts off!

Yeah, but if you take your redundancy,
you'll be able to clear 'em off!

I've only been here three years.
I haven't been here as long as you.

- I'm due about two-and-a-half grand.
- I'm gonna hand it in.

- Are you coming, or what, John?
- Yeah.

- Listen, think about what you're doing. Just...
- I've been thinking about it, Gerry.

What... You're just giving
everything what you've got here away.

- Why, what have we got?
- What have you got? I'll tell you what you've got.

- You've got your depot, your holidays.
- Bloody depot's gone to shit, ha'n't it?

- I'll tell you what you're giving up.
- No, hang on, hang on, hang on.

Hang on, hang on. There's five of us here
and there's not enough work for us.

But there's plenty out there getting enough work
on double pay.

How... How many times have you spoke to us
about how low us wages are? A lot.

- Just let me...
- And we can get double wages.

- Don't you think that's an improvement?
- You might only get 10, 15 hours a week!

And we might not. You might get nowt here!

- Are you coming, or what, John?
- I'm coming!

- Mick, are you gonna sign it, or what?
- I've got to think about it.

I'll tell you what I think. I think that you're playing
right into their bloody hands.

- This is exactly what they want us to do.
- Exactly.

They want us to leave.
The... They're putting us in a position now

- where we've got no choice whatsoever.
- Exactly. We've got no choice.

- Are you coming or what, John?
- Yeah.

- Paul, think about what you're throwing away.
- Gerry, I've thought about it.

- We've thought about it.
- I'm tired of it, man.

- I've been sitting on my arse all fucking week.
- Where are you gonna go when you leave here?

- I'm gonna get a job, aren't I?
- You won't have a base or anything.

- I don't need a base, Gerry.
- What makes you so sure you'll get a job?

- What have you got there?
- Redundancy money.

- How much? And how long's it gonna last you?
- 9, 670 quid.

- I don't know but I'll get another job like Len.
- Paul, Paul, please!

- Why can't we stick together right now?
- I've got mouths to feed. I'm sorry.

Stick together.

- What does tha think, Mick? Eh?
- It's their decision, innit?

- Hi, love.
- Hiya.

- You all right?
- Yeah, fine.

- Is Harpic in his office?
- He's gone to a briefing.

- Be back soon, though.
- It's just that we've got us redundancy forms.

- You're not leaving?
- I am.

- You can't.
- Why not?

Might not want you to.

- Might not.
- D'you fancy a drink tomorrow night, then?

- When I get me wages?
- What, just the one?

Well, I might buy you two.

I'II... I'll let you know. I'll look in me diary.
I'll let you know.

(Livin' Joy: Dreamer)

(Xpansions '95: Move Your Body)

- Hey. All right?
- Oh, thank God for that! I was gagging.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- What's that?
- Spritzer.

What's that, a spritzer?

- Have you got a boyfriend, then, or what?
- I used to have. It didn't work out.

- What happened?
- Didn't work out. How about you?

- What, have I got a boyfriend?
- No! Have you got a girlfriend?

- You what?
- Have you got a girlfriend?

Yeah, I did. But, you know, it didn't work out.

Tell you what,
you're a bloody good mover, you, aren't you?

- Not bad. You're not bad yourself.
- Cheers. Not a bad dancer.

- Oh.
- Bet you used to be a ballerina, didn't you?

- Until I was 12.
- Yeah, yeah.

I used to... I used to go to, like, dance classes
when I were really small.

Did you? Can you do a pirouette and that?

- I can do t'splits.
- Yeah, but you're a bit top-heavy.

Thanks a lot, Marie.

- All right. Still want me to do next Wednesday?
- Yeah, all right.

- All right, then. Night.
- Take care.

- See ya.
- Straight home.

- I will.
- Bye.

- Sorry.
- I nearly ruptured meself climbing that fence.

Sorry about that. D'you want a drink?

- Aye, that'd be nice.
- I'll see what I've got.

- Wine?
- Oh, yeah.

Go through. I won't be a minute.

I thought you said
you didn't have a fella in your life.

Oh, it's Rose and her dad.
Buggered off, him, when she were born.

- Just before or after, I can't remember.
- D'you not want him back, then?

No, I'm not bothered. Not bothered any more.

What about you? You and your kids.
D'you get to see them a lot?

Well, Lisa's being a bit difficult. I'm not gonna
let it stop me from seeing me kids, though.

- Don't blame you, either.
- No.

Coat?

- Nice coat, that.
- Yeah, it's lovely.

I'll have you know you've just dropped
my best coat on t'floor.

Sorry. Cheeky bugger!

- That mine?
- Yeah.

- Hey, look, you sat on Barbie.
- Yeah, well, that'll be a first.

'Ey.

- Ohh!
- Ohh!

- It's been good tonight. I've enjoyed it.
- Yeah, it were a really good laugh.

(She sighs)

(She clears her throat)

- What? (Giggles)
- What?

- What?
- What?

- Nice shirt.
- Well, I'm a stylish fella.

- Better undone now.
- Aye. Always.

Nice shirt.

(Chuckles) I'm saying nothing.

- Mum...
- Hey up, it's the young 'un.

Ah! Rose!

I can't sleep. I'm thirsty.

(Fiona sighs) I'll get you a drink. Come on.

- What d'you want?
- Hot milk, please.

You would. Come on.

It won't be a minute, sweetheart.

- Are you a friend of Mum's?
- Yeah.

- What's your name?
- Rose.

- Rose?
- Mm.

- That's a nice name.
- Thank you.

- Is it a flower?
- Yeah. It's a very pretty flower, my mum says.

It's a very pretty flower
for a very pretty little girl, innit?

Thank you.

Did you have a night...
Did you have a nightmare?

- Yeah.
- Did ya?

- I had a nightmare about monsters.
- About monsters?

I just got a book out and I read it
and I didn't realise...

- that it was... about monsters.
- Really?

- Mm.
- Aye, you'll have to read one about fairies.

- I believe in fairies. Do you?
- Yeah. Forget about monsters.

They don't exist.

- Have you two been snogging?
- Have I been snogging?

- Nah, why would I wanna snog?
- Because it's disgusting.

I know it's disgusting.
You wouldn't catch me snogging.

Come on, Rose, time for bed.
Say good night to Paul.

- Good night, Paul.
- Good night, sweetheart.

- Don't have nightmares.
- I won't. I'll read a fairy story from now on.

OK.

Oh, Rose Marie

I love you

Jack, you better listen to this. It could affect you.

Right.

(Hums)

- All right, Jack?
- Hiya. All right?

Hiya. (Hums)

Right... Lads, I've a bit of bad news.

I've just, er... I've just got this fax
from Bill, er, Hemmings

and, er... (clears throat)
The depot's just about to close.

He said we're not viable. Er, with
a small workforce we can't attract the work

and... I'm, sorry,
but you're all on 12 weeks' notice.

Thanks(!)

So, er, redundancy's, er... voluntary
so long as we volunteer?

It's not my decision, Gerry.
I mean, I'm just the messenger.

This affects me, as well.
I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Mind you, there are some Railtrack jobs
down at Nottingham, Derby.

Nottingham!

But, like, you've got to use your own vehicles
to get there, and in your own time.

- You can't just finish us.
- Mick, there's no choice. We're not viable.

Viable! We're not viable?

But we wanna work! I'm not gonna be efficient
on t'dole, am I?

But, Mick, that's not how it works, is it?

I mean, you've been
to the same briefings as I have.

And what they've said...
If we're not viable, we're not efficient.

And if we're not efficient, we don't attract work.

And at the end of the day
there's no jobs for anyone.

So what you're saying, we accept being out
of work, otherwise we're out of chuffing work?

- Gerry, are...
- Is that what you're saying?

Are you deliberately misunderstanding me?

What I'm saying is, there's no work
and you can't get paid for doing nowt.

What about this equipment we're smashing up?

Yeah, well, that's OK. But I mean after that...
This is it, it's finished. There's nothing after that.

- So do we still have to come in every day, like?
- Yes, course you do, Jim.

I mean, they're not gonna pay you
for sitting at home, are they?

- Well, what about clocking?
- Yes, you're gonna have to clock on and off

because, you know, they expect you
to put a full day's work in for a full day's pay.

Don't be bloody stupid! We haven't got
a full day's bloody work.

Gerry, it's company policy.
We're trying to raise productivity!

Productivity! Produc... Sat in here for 12 weeks
on our arse, doing nowt,

only chuffing clocking on and clocking off!
Productivity, my arse, Tom!

Gerry, it's about being efficient!

Efficient? Fucking efficient!
You and your fucking clock!

I'll fucking shove it up your fucking arse, mate,
you fucking knobhead!

- Hey!
- D'you know why he's fucking management?

Because you were fucking useless on t'tracks!

- Hang on a minute, hang on!
- Fucking tosser!

Mick. Whoa, Mick.

Well, that's fucking charming, innit(?)

- Fucking charming. You do your best for them...
- Hang on, hang on. Look, hey, hey.

- Does this mean everybody's going, or what?
- Yes. Everybody.

Oh, shite.

Jesus Christ! I've just bought
a new fucking mop and bucket!

Fucking hellfire.

Brand fucking new, as well.

- (Sighs)
- Have to get a fucking refund on it.

Aye. Me and you, lad.

...you know, travel
and do different, er... levels of work.

Well, I don't mind doing that
but I'd rather, you know, I'd rather do...

Yeah, well, we'll make that as priority.

You know, I'll just put that on your form.

What else d'you get, apart from that?

- I don't understand. What... What d'you mean?
- Well, what else d'you get apart from your pay?

You know, like, er, holiday money,

travelling expenses, allowance for work gear.

Er, well you get a contract setting out your pay.

And the hours of work,
you know, when we've got the work for you.

- Yeah.
- Er, but that's it. No holidays.

- No?
- And you have to provide your own work gear.

What about sick pay?

No. Then again, if you can't work,
then we don't pay you. It's as simple as that.

It's like if you want to go on holiday.
You're not available for work.

- So you don't get paid for that, either.
- Aye.

Er, d'you have a Personal Track Safety card?

- Yeah.
- And a Lookout card. I need to look at those.

So have you got a lot on, then?
Is there a lot on right now?

No problem. Yeah.

Thank you. Are you a Sheffield Wednesday fan?

- Yeah.
- I'll not hold it against you.

- Er, that's PTS and that's, er, Lookout card.
- Yeah. Right, just need to write these down.

(Clears his throat)

Now, these have only got a few months
left to run.

Um... now when they do expire,
we can get you on the courses.

- Yeah.
- And that's just for �200 each. Each course.

- What, I have to pay that?
- Yeah.

So you're a non-smoker.
So, a non-smoking environment. Fine.

Allergic to house dust.

Yeah. Yeah. I... I start sneezing
if I do any dusting.

- Is it a problem?
- No, I don't think you'll be dusting in this job.

I generally wear an 'andkerchief over my face
when I'm cleaning the house, but...

- And Elastoplast. Allergic to Elastoplast.
- Yeah, it brings me out in a rash.

- And you recycle plastic cartons.
- Yeah. Don't you?

- No.
- Why? It's important, isn't it?

And kit... kitchen waste all goes on t'beans.

And you were in the Scouts for eight years.
As a sixer.

Yeah.

Well, I thought that would show, um...
leadership potential, qualities, you know.

- But you don't like doing overtime?
- No. Well...

Er, I've done it. I don't like getting paid for it,

cos... I don't think it's fair, really,
when there's people on the dole.

Well, that could be useful.

- 'Ey up, Mick.
- All right, Stu?

I'm in t'right place, then?

- All right, Phil? What we doin'?
- Replacing rotten sleepers.

- All right, Don.
- Hundred yard a day.

- How many?
- Hundred yard a day.

- Bloody hell!
- Picked a right day for it, an' all.

- What, just us four?
- No. There's another six coming.

- Is there?
- Aye, looks like they're here now.

Well, I'll go and get me gear on, then.

(Estuary accent)
All right, mate? Is, er, this Belmont?

Yeah.

- Where's the other four?
- No, there's only us.

We was told to report 'ere.

- We were expecting six on ya.
- Aye.

- Railway job, innit?
- Yeah.

- Make a change, won't it?
- Yeah, well, we'll be all right.

- What, have you not done railway work before?
- No.

Er, no, we done a job near an underground
station once, laying paving slabs.

- Doing what?
- Laying paving slabs.

- Fucking 'ell!
- What's wrong with that? It's bloody hard work.

No, no, we're not getting at you lads.
Big day's grafting.

OK, lads? No time to waste.

- You said there were gonna be ten of us.
- Yeah, the agency's let me down on that one.

So, er, sorry about that, lads.
But the sooner we crack on, eh?

- It'll be hard graft, this.
- While we're at it, I'd better check your cards.

We can't be swapping sleepers
with half a dozen lads.

Fine. OK, mate.

Come on, lads.

Right, they're all in order.

- Where's your vest, lads?
- Ain't got none.

- Eh?
- Anyone got any spares?

- Probably got a couple in front of there, aye.
- Sort them out, will you?

Can you go and grab them, Phil?

You have to keep 'em on all t'time, an' all.

- They're builders, you know that?
- Eh?

- They're builders.
- Ah, it's a simple job. Soon crack it out.

(Train horn)

So how'd you get this job, then, lads?

A geezer in a pub. Gets a lot of it.
60 quid a day.

- 60?
- Well, we chipped in 17 quid each for petrol

and a fiver for them cards.

- What, you bought 'em?
- Yeah.

So you come up all this way from London
just for this job?

No, from Essex, mate. Three hours
to get here. Same going back tomorrow.

Bloody hell! So, a 3-hour drive, 12-hour shift.

15 hours today, same again tomorrow.
For what? 19 quid a day?

- It's cash in the hand.
- You're fiddling, aren't ya?

You're saying that, mate.
I ain't telling you nothing.

Come on, lads.

Right, all we gotta do...
shift these sleepers over that side.

If you all get round it, we'll shift it in no time.

- Hang on a minute.
- What's up?

Well, there's only six of us, in't there?

Hey up, mate. Come and give us a hand
with these sleepers, will ya?

- What, now?
- Yeah, come on.

Shift it in no time.

Anyway, you need eight men to lift a sleeper.

- Are you trying to tell me my job or something?
- And besides, that road's working.

- You can't lift a sleeper over a live rail, can ya?
- No.

I'll go keep a lookout, all right? You get it shifted.

And... And you need signalman's permission.

- What if we drop it and fetch a train off?
- Oh, fuck the signalman.

You could have had it there by now,
couldn't you? Now get it shifted! Fuck's sake!

- Come on, mate, we'll get it over in two minutes.
- Yeah, but he's cutting corners, i'n't he?

I know, but he'll be cutting wages
if we don't crack on. That's how it is now, Mick.

- Don. Don! You know I'm right, don't ya?
- Oh, you're definitely right, Mick.

- Come on, Mick. Two minutes.
- Nay, I'm not doing it.

- Right, it's all clear.
- Hang on, have a minute, lads.

Straight across, mate.

- What is your problem?
- Well, we're not doing it properly, are we?

- And how d'you know what's proper?
- How do I know what's fucking proper?

I'll tell you, shall I? See me, Stuart, Don and
Phil? We've been doing this for years, mate.

- Not like thee and this couple of cowboys.
- Who are you calling a cowboy?

No disrespect, lads,
but you need eight men to lift a sleeper.

- And you need signalman's permission...
- Yeah, all right.

...to shut road to all traffic.
- Look, all right, I'll tell you what, I'II do it.

You get out there and tell us when it's all clear,
all right? Now get moving!

- It's still wrong.
- Oh, get moving, will ya? Jesus!

Right, lads. On three. One, two up!

- (Groaning)
- That's it. Swing it round. Over the rails.

That's it. Piece of piss.

Go on. Keep it up.

That's it, lads.

- (Groaning)
- Well done, lads. One more. Just one more.

So are you gonna come and see me
in my new flat, then, or what?

- Is it... big?
- Is it big? Er... it's quite big.

- All right?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Um, this is the rest of your stuff.

- Oh, great.
- I ironed your shirts for you.

Oh, that's good of you.
Thanks very much, very kind of you.

I'm gonna make you some sandwiches,
as well. Just to put you on a bit.

Great. Yeah, lovely. Ta.

Come back whenever you want, you know.
Just...

- Hiya.
- All right, love.

I'm just putting the kettle on for Paul.
D'you want a cup of tea?

- Oh, I'd love one. Is he still here?
- Yeah, he's just sorting himself out.

- All right, Webby? Tha's still here, mate?
- Aye, I've got a big bag to pack, haven't I?

- (Groans) Right day, today.
- You had a bad 'un?

Oh, got this right bloody idiot as a gaffer.
Didn't know his arse from his elbow.

Er, the agency rang.
They want you to ring 'em back.

- What did they want? Did they say?
- No. Dunno.

Hm.

- Is it this number, above phone?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

- Where's little 'un? Is she asleep?
- Yes, she's in bed.

- Is she all right?
- She's fine, yeah, she's just tired.

Er, this is Mick Williams.
I've had a message to ring in.

Cheers.

What, they don't want me
to go back to Donnie tomorrow?

Did he say why not?

Well, there's loads of work to be done there.

All right, then. What's your name?

All right, Sue... Yeah, thanks.

Ta.

- What's up?
- They don't want me to go back tomorrow.

- Why not?
- Didn't say.

- What's up?
- They don't want me to go back tomorrow.

Right, in you go.

- Come on, in you go.
- Where?

- It's a bit chilly.
- Bit chilly.

Yeah, but it's nice and warm upstairs. Go on.

- OK.
- That's it. Run up them stairs.

Wahoo.

Come on.

- Where's my bedroom?
- I'm gonna show you the kitchen first.

All right, mate?

- Kitchen.
- Oh, wow!

(Eve) Look at the TV.

- (Paul) What d'you think?
- It's not as cosy as our house.

Come on, I'll show you your bedroom.

That one?

Ready? Shut your eyes.

Da-da!

- Wow!
- Wow!

That one's yours. And that one... is yours.

- Oh, wow!
- D'you like it?

- Yeah! I like my penguin!
- Yeah, that's for you.

- And you've got a teddy, Chloe.
- Yeah!

Should really take your shoes off
before you get on your bed,

- shouldn't you?
- (Mobile rings)

Hello?

Yeah.

At... At Totley? When?

- Daddy, I need the toilet.
- Just a minute, darlin'.

- Tomorrow morning? Er, what time?
- I need the toilet, Daddy.

Yeah. Sorry about this, love.
Me daughter really needs the toilet.

Come on.

Um, well... you see, I've got me little girls
and it's a bit difficult for me, getting anyone...

Downstairs, love. That's it.
Quick, quick, quick, quick.

Just bear with us one second, darling, will you?

Hang on! Let me...
Let me just open the door, love.

- There you go. In you go.
- Shall I go in with her?

- Yeah, you go in with her. That's it. OK.
- What about?

Right, well, you see,
it's five o'clock in t'morning, love.

You know, it's really difficult for me
cos I've got my girls, you see.

Um... right, well, I'll just have to send them back
to their mum's.

No. I won't let you down, no.

All right, love. OK. Right. B... Bye.

(Whispers) Fucking hell!

(Sighs) Bollocks!

(Tracy) I'm here.

Hiya. (Hums)

- (Baby cries)
- Shh.

(Whispers) It's all right. Shh. It's all right.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, that's it.

Shh, you have a sleep.

What are you doing?

When I asked you to clean it,
I meant give it a wipe round.

Oh, aye, it were filthy, Trace.

(Sighs) Look, can you just... budge out the way
for a bit while I sort this shopping out?

- But I ain't finished.
- Just go in there for a bit, all right?

Look, Mick, we're gonna have to
sort something out.

I've got to go and pick Jamie up from school
in half an hour and then I'll have to get his tea.

- So what d'you want me to do, then, Trace?
- You're gonna have to put it back together.

- Well, I would if you'd give me a chance!
- Well, all right, then.

You go sort that out and then...

I think when you've done that you should
go down to agency and just show your face.

They know me face down that agency, Trace,
and they don't like it.

Oh, Mick, I asked you
to bring the... stupid washing in!

- (Sighs)
- Well, I got involved wi' cooker, didn't I?

I were only gonna gi' it a wipe
and it were that filthy!

Oh, all right!

Have you never cleaned it?
When's the last time you cleaned it?

Look... Please, try and sort something out
for yourself, will ya?

I can't do with this, it's driving me mental. OK?

We're gonna have to
do summat, though, aren't we? Eh?

You're gonna have to get something.
I don't know what.

Go back to doing
summat you were doing before.

(Scoffs) Trace, I don't know if you've noticed,
like, but steelworks are nearly shut.

Or they're mechanised. All right?

Look, I've been phoning up every morning
and I just don't get it.

I know there's loads of work cos all t'lads I used
to work wi', they seem to be getting plenty.

Well, the problem is, Mr Williams, you've
been getting a lot of bad reports from site.

- Have I?
- You have.

- About me?
- Yes.

I might have been involved
in a couple of misunderstandings.

Well, on more than one occasion,

the contractors have rung in and specifically said
not to send you to site any more.

- Have they?
- They have.

That's why you've not been getting the work.

Well, I think... I think that's because
I've misunderstood how things are now.

Well, we can't afford
to get a bad reputation as an agency.

I know that. But look, I haven't worked for weeks
and I need to work.

I'm... I'm gonna learn... to fit in.

Look, just gi' us another chance.

(Whispers) Oh, shit!

- (Door opens) Hiya, Gerry.
- Hi, Fi.

- Message from Mr Jackson.
- Harpic? What does he want?

A job up at Holmes, clearing out troughing.
Bit of a rush.

- Troughing job?
- Mm-hm.

There's a lot of work in them.
I'll have to think about that one.

Well, apparently, contractors haven't turned up.

They've got four men coming from agency
tomorrow but you'll have to meet 'em there.

- Oh, I might ring in sick.
- Didn't hear that one!

- So you'll be there tomorrow, then?
- Might be.

Right.

Oh, have you, er, seen or heard
from Paul since he left?

No, I haven't. No.

Nothing. Don't even know where he's living.
All I know he's moved out of Mick's, though.

- Just wondered, that's all.
- Oh, right.

- Er, who's winning?
- Checkmate.

- Checkmate? What's that mean?
- Whatever move you make, you lose.

Story of my life.

Fucking 'ell! It's Mungo Jerry!

- Gerry!
- Bloody hell!

- What are you doing here, you muppet?
- You're not agency workers.

- Who are we?
- You're you.

- Bloody hell! Who's... Who's put you together?
- It's is our new gaffer, innit?

- Gets us all t'best jobs.
- (Chuckles) What a team to...

- I'd sooner have Three Stooges as you lot!
- Get out of it! Chuff it. Anyway, what's job?

Right. What's happened, one of t'banks
has slipped, right, so it's knackered all troughs.

Some are broken, some are filled up.
So what we need to do is get cables out, right?

Once you've got cables out, any we can reuse,
drag 'em clear. Dig a new bed.

All right, lads, mind your backs. One on.

Oh, one on, Paul.

All right.

Mind your backs, lads. One on.

Clear the cess there.

Lads, hey, listen. Gotta tell you this.

- (Train horn)
- Listen to this.

(Chatter)

(Gerry)... and he come out of the office
with his face like a tomato!

Toilet! Toilet! Lads!

- Oh, fuck!
- Fucking 'ell!

Fucking 'ell!

- Fucking 'ell, Jim!
- Yeah, fucking 'ell, Jim!

- Sorry, lads, I shouted "toilet"!
- You blinkin' long streak of piss!

- I'm full of shite.
- I shouted "toilet"!

If you weren't gabbin' so bloody much,
you'd've heard me!

- We were only ten yard away from you!
- You're covered in it, Gerry!

- Chuffin' 'ell!
- He's covered in it!

- There's shit and everything in this lot!
- (Laughs) You stink!

- Look!
- You stink!

Gerry, don't go sticking your head out of window,
they'll think we're in a bloody horsebox.

Shut your face!

- (Coughing)
- What a stink that was!

(Gobs) D'you think they're gonna let us in?

- Hey, where d'you think you're going?
- For a pint.

- Forget it, mate. He thinks he's coming in!
- Oh, don't be daft!

You're in... You're in charge
of a motor vehicle, mate.

- Oh, sod off! You can't pull that one on me.
- Get in the van.

Oh, you lousy bastards! Come on!
I'm not drinking alcohol.

- Hey!
- Get in the van!

(Murmur of voices)

- Thanks for that, Karen, love.
- You're welcome.

- Towels are in a bit of mess, like.
- It don't matter. No problem. Thank you.

I dunno.

- Who got these?
- Now then, lads...

- Did you clean it off?
- Come on, then. How's work going, then?

- Eh?
- How's work going?

- Not too bad.
- Had about... two week off since I finished.

Yeah, we're doing all right, mate.
Better than I thought we would, I'll tell you that.

So... if I want more work,
I'll have to pack in work?

Well, I suppose...
You should've come with us when we came out.

Ah, but what about gaffers?
Are you keeping them in check?

Well, it's not the same, is it, Gerry?
You know, it's a different situation, all that.

What about tha, Mick?
Have you had to assault any of them lately?

Well, tha knows what it's like, Gerry.
We used to get away with murder, but...

It's like Paul's saying, things have changed.

Things have changed. But I'll tell you one thing,
there's plenty of money to be earned out there

if you're willing to put yoursen for'ard.
I know there's no sick pay nor nowt like that,

but you know what lads used to be like, taking
t'mickey. Odd coupla days, odd coupla days.

It worked out about two weeks a year,
they used to swing lead.

- No, I don't agree with you.
- Oh, it's right, Gerry.

Same blokes who wanted set hours at depot.

Them same blokes
were same blokes insisting on their rights

were same blokes that didn't want to do job
in first place.

But I'll tell you what, now,
you be flexible like these lads,

put yoursen out a little bit, and there's top dollar.

- What time d'you call this?
- Got a bit held up, didn't I?

(Chuckles) I'll bet.

- What's job, then?
- Huh?

- What's job?
- Oh, concreting a signal base.

- Ohh...
- Aye, I know. Boring graft.

All right, Jim?

I've also been told, while you're all here together,

that... if this job is successful
and you do a good job of it,

there's a lot more work coming off along this line.

So obviously it's to your benefit,
and mine as well, that we do a good job.

- We'll get a load more work.
- So how are we gonna get mixer down there?

Well, you can't get mixer down there.
You're gonna have to... mix your concrete here,

into buckets, and then rope it
over the top of the bridge, down to the track.

- Well, that's gonna take some time, innit?
- There's no other way of doing it.

We looked at
actually putting a trolley on the track

and it was gonna work out so expensive
that we couldn't go that way.

We wanted to be the cheapest bid to get
the work. That's why we're doing it this way.

- But there's not enough of us to do it that way.
- Of course there is.

- There i'n't.
- There's gonna be one doing the mixing.

There's gonna be one passing the bucket
on the rope down to the bottom of the track.

You'll have a guy then take it
from there to the shuttering

and you can have a guy putting it
in the shuttering and laying the concrete.

That's four. There's four of you.

(Cement mixer rumbles)

Jimmy!

All right, lift.

- All right, there?
- You all right, mate?

- There you go.
- Where d'you want it?

- Right.
- You're doing a fine job.

John! John!

- Bloody train's just gone past!
- You're joking!

Good job I didn't have bucket over the edge.
I never heard it.

- Fucking keep your ears open.
- Uh?

- Keep your ears open!
- I know.

- (Shouting)
- What?

- (Shouts)
- John! Knock it off. Paul's shouting summat.

- He's been hit!
- What?

Mick! It's Jim! He's been hit!

You're fucking joking!

Shit! Shit! Bollocks!

Shit!

- Shit, what's happened?
- I don't know, I think he must have been hit.

- Just hang on, I'll get a torch.
- Are you all right, Jim?

- Is he all right?
- Oh, fucking 'ell!

Come on, Paul!

Shit!

- Paul, what happened, man?
- I don't know.

How the bleeding hell's this happened? Oh, shit!

He must have been hit
by summat hanging from t'train.

Oh, shit!

Christ almighty, I'll get an ambulance.

- John, John, hang on a minute!
- What d'you mean, "Hang on"?

- Just think about it!
- Think about what? He's injured, man!

- They can't find him here, can they?
- What d'you mean, "They can't find him here"?

If they find him here we're fucked, aren't we?

Think about it. If they find him here,
they'll know we've not been working safely.

He's more important than that,
than fucking working safe!

- Yeah, but we'll be fucked!
- What are you talking about?

If they find him here, they'll know
we've not been working safely. We've had it!

Who d'you think's gonna cop for this?
Not that subcontractor, Kevin Brown.

- We're gonna cop for it, mate.
- He's worth more than that, mate!

- D'you wanna lose your job?
- Fucking hell! We'll get the signal post!

- Where? Which way? Which way?
- Oh fuck! I don't know!

- Mick, he could be dying!
- I know he could, mate.

- So get an ambulance! Mick!
- John, just listen!

If there's an inquiry, if that control box signal
bloke gets involved tonight... we've had it!

I don't know what you're talking about!
John, just go and get an ambulance!

The man's gone fucking mad!

- Yeah, but if we get him back up there...
- If there's an inquiry, we've all had it.

He's right, mate. And if we get him back up
there, mate, he'll get taken care of quicker.

- We'll get him up here quicker, mate!
- You might hurt him!

But we can't get an ambulance crew down here
till we've got possession!

We don't even know where signal post is!

- He's right, Paul.
- Nobody's checked it.

- You get an ambulance, we'll carry him.
- We'll get him up there quicker, mate.

- Go on, Paul.
- No, no, I'll do it, I'll do it!

- You go! Go on!
- Are you sure, mate?

- Don't fucking let us down.
- Please! Just go!

Come on, get the shoulders.

Get the shoulders, Paul.

Mick, I can't do it, man!

- Paul!
- I can't do it! I can't do it, Mick.

- Paul, come on, man!
- I can't move an injured man.

- Look, I know we shouldn't...
- We shouldn't move an injured man, Mick.

There's a lot of things we shouldn't do!
I shouldn't be hanging a bucket off that bridge!

We shouldn't be working wi'out a lookout.
But we have!

- How are we gonna explain that?
- Mick, you might kill him!

- He might die if he fucking stays here!
- But you can't go moving him, can ya?

Fucking... Hey! Look...!

- You don't know what damage has been done!
- Paul! Paul! Just help me get him up there!

- But you might kill him!
- He might die if he stays here!

- We'll get an ambulance in two minutes!
- But at least an ambulance'll see to it properly!

Hey, we're gonna lose us jobs.

Paul, you got me this job, didn't ya?
I've only been on it three years.

I've just been six weeks
without earning a penny, mate.

I don't know what to... I don't know...
I can't move him, can I?

Paul, listen, if we get him up on there,
we'll say car hit him.

What the fuck does it matter
if a train hits him or a car hits him?

- It don't matter!
- You can't go fucking saying a car's hit him!

- Why not?
- Because you haven't got a story.

So what we gonna do, then?
Are we gonna get signalman involved?

Inquiry?

Paul, we ain't even got a lookout patch wi' us
tonight. I don't know if there's one in van, even.

An ambulance crew's gonna be ages
before we get possession.

But you're gonna hurt him if you move him.

- He's already hurt, mate.
- You might even kill him.

- Yeah, we might kill him if we leave him.
- Think about it.

We might kill him if we leave him.

- Oh, Mick... We shouldn't be doing this.
- I know we shouldn't. I know we shouldn't.

We shouldn't be doing this.

- Come on, let's get him up. Yeah?
- All right. Come on.

Come on, Jimmy. All right, Jim.

- (Jim groans)
- Steady with him, Mick.

Come on, Jim, we'll have you up in two minutes.

Steady. Steady.

Yeah, I'm under his legs.
All right, one, two, three...

- Are you all right, Jim?
- I've got him. Just try and be careful.

It's all right, Jim, mate, we'll get you up here
and get an ambulance.

All right, Jim.

Come on. All right, Jim.

Steady! Steady, steady.

Go on.

Oh, fuck! Oh, it's tangled up.

- (Jim groans)
- Have you got it?

Oh, I've got it! Oh, fuck!

Get on that grass bit there. It's too muddy.

Fucking hell!

(Both grunt with exertion)

Fucking hell, he's a heavy bastard!

- Give us a hand, John.
- They'll be here in a few minutes, mate.

- Is he still breathing?
- Yeah, he's all right.

Just put him down here.
Come on, just here, just here, just here.

- Steady, steady.
- (Breathe heavily)

- Shit!
- Just watch his head, watch his head.

Right.

Jim... Jim were up here...

...mixing concrete.

And you were coming down
with a bucket of stuff...

(Breathes heavily) You heard a car speed past...
and you heard a thud.

You shot back...
and you found him lying like this.

- John? Yeah?
- Yes.

- That's all you know.
- Aye.

- Paul? Paul?
- Yeah, mate, yeah.

Good. Right then.

Jim, if you can hear me, mate...

...you were hit by a car.

You weren't down side of track.
You weren't hit by a train.

You were hit by a car. All right, mate?
Just hold on, they'll be here soon.

- Oh, here they are, look, here they are.
- Thank Christ!

- You're all right now, Jim.
- Just watch him. I've got him. Watch him.

You all right, Jim?

Here you go, mate.

You all right, lads?

- All right.
- All right, Gerry?

- What a bad do, eh?
- Terrible, mate. Terrible accident.

So, er... when's funeral, then?

Tuesday morning, mate. Eleven o'clock.
Up at, er, up at City Road cemetery.

Is, er... there gonna be an inquiry?

Nay, there's no need.
Well, they know what happened, don't they?

What? Hit and run?

Yeah, mate. Yeah.

So, er... where were you lads
when it happened, then?

- Working.
- We were working down embankment.

So... where were Jim? On his own?

- Yeah.
- He were up top, on bridge. Mixing cement.

- So nobody got number plates or owt like that?
- No.

I've got his bag anyway, look, Gerry.
There's his pen in there, an' all.

I thought somebody could take it to his mother's.
I thought it could be you.

- Well, why don't you take it round?
- He respected you more than me, didn't he?

Yeah, but she's... she's gonna ask
some questions, you know.

- She should talk...
- She'll still be in shock.

We'll see her after t'funeral.

- Is that Harpic not about, then?
- There's nobody here now. Just me, that's all.

- When do you finish, then?
- Next Friday.

- He's still here, then.
- Don't see him much. Not seen him for ages.

- Now then, Bill?
- Hi, Gerry.

Hiya.

I've... just had a phone call this morning
about Jim. Is it right?

- Yeah, it's right.
- Tragic, mate.

What a waste.

Did he... Did he know anything about it?
Was he... aware of it?

No.

He were a good mate.

You know what, we spend all this time and
money and effort making the railways safe

and he gets hit by a car.

- Yeah, the roads were really bad that night.
- Yeah, yeah. I know, yeah.

Terrible.

Look, I... I'm sorry, lads, but I've got
one or two things to wrap up in the office...

- Yeah, we've gotta go.
...and I've gotta go.

- Yeah, we've gotta shoot, haven't we?
- I'II... I'll see you later.

- See you later, Bill.
- See you on Tuesday, Gerry? Gerry? Tuesday.

You will take it round, won't you, Gerry?

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