The Miner's Son (2024) Movie Script

(Film reel clicking)
(Soft piano and strings music)
(tense music)
(tense synthesizer music)
(tense synthesizer music continues)
(miners chattering)
Aw, I can smell ya.
Come on, boys.
(miners chattering)
Right, you dumb prick, you can smell it.
Jesus, you dirty bastard.
- Be cool, fella. Be cool.
- Yeah.
(miners chattering)
Come on, get in there, boys.
I'm fuckin' knackered.
[Tommy] All right, son.
Aw, fuck me.
So another week over to my boy.
Tonight I am gonna get on it.
I am fucking gonna get on it!
(group chuckling)
- Yeah.
Ah, you're not wrong, Will.
I'll join you for a few reps, mate.
(elevator clanging)
Dead man's shift next week.
- Yeah.
- Make your most at bonus.
Bonus? What fuckin' bonus?
We're not near 16,000 ton yet, son.
Aye, but the new face
is nearly ready to breast.
(Will grunts)
Money, money, money.
Money, money, money.
[Tommy] Okay, stash your cash, lads.
- Gotta love that.
- Stash your cash.
[Tommy] Do it with money in your pocket.
- Mm-hmm.
- Money in your pocket.
Your rounds tonight, Pete. Come on, son.
- Eh, bad time.
- Yes,
it's Pete's round tonight.
(Will grumbling)
- Tommy short hands,
deep pockets.
Was doin' a joke then.
No one's taking fucking
notice, though. (Grumbling)
(elevator whirring)
Get a (indistinct) though, eh?
A good day to sip some pints, boys.
Smudge, are you buyin' tonight, my son?
- Oh yeah, yeah.
- Cheers, mate.
[Marco] I'll make the change.
(group laughs)
Be fine, Marco, don't worry.
That would be tricky.
Hey, the wives (indistinct), then.
That's why fuckin' Bridget's indoors.
Here we go, boys.
- Yeah.
- Here we go.
Go get a nice shower!
- Hey!
- You want a shower?
- Freedom!
- Oi.
- Oh, he's slow.
- Come on.
(miners chattering)
Come on in. (Door rattling)
What's this rumor I keep hearing
about our illustrious leader
going over to Russia for meetings, then?
Oh, fuck's sake, Smudge,
you talkin' about that imported
coal business from abroad?
Oh, hearsay, then?
Well you hear this.
Why would we import coal
from abroad when we got, what?
200 years worth down here?
I mean, seriously.
Oh, am I right or am I right?
- Too fuckin' right.
- You're right. You're right.
(tense music)
The shower has got my
fuckin' name on it, boys.
Oi, oi, here he is.
All right, Jackie, boy.
[Jack] You're a fuckin' panda, mate.
(chuckles) Well, at least
I ain't a brown nose weasel
like you, son, who has his hand
up the charge hand's arse. (Sniffs)
Now, what I do is real work, son.
I work on the fuckin' rip!
Right, boys?
- Bloody right.
- Yeah.
Bust your ass off all day?
I don't get paid enough for that.
Oh, let's have a chat, brother.
Because you know what I'll do, don't ya?
I will get a mere clip
and I will attach it to your bollocks.
And if I remember rightly,
last time you enjoyed it,
you fuckin' pervert.
Fuck off.
Hey, boys, have a bit of that!
Yeah! (Laughs)
Oh, shower, here I come
Will's in the shower
Yes!
(water pattering)
(Will sighs) (water pattering)
Fuck me. Fuck me, I'm in it.
(tense music)
Terry. Hi, son.
Hey, Will.
Hey, must be great comin' to work
without being covered in shit.
Well, I've been a
miner all my working life,
so it takes a bit of getting
used to, to say the least.
So look, have we got
any news on the dispute?
Well, it does look like
there'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.
(tense music continues)
I got a meeting with Jack Collins
and Kim Howells at the
weekend and a number of others.
But know this, I guarantee you
I'll be firing my last corners all the way.
You know that, don't ya?
Terry, you're a miner, just like us,
and you always fuckin' will be.
Thanks, Will.
I'll see you guys.
Yeah, yeah, see you.
(disjointed music)
(dramatic rock music)
I was born with a spade in my hand
It was working groovy
from a boy to a man
The ditches I dig crisscross this land
Me and my mates doin' more than we can
A-singin' hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, I'm a workin' man
(engine rumbling)
Keep on up, we keep up with things
But my paycheck is
nothin' but a slap in the face
(engine roars)
We're runnin' the race
Oh Christ. How are ya?
Hello, mate. All right.
I'm a workin' man
(train rattling)
Singin' hey, hey
Let's listen to the radio.
I'm a workin' man
(radio beeping)
(Will grumbling)
[Announcer] This is
Southeast Radio. Good morning.
Now faced with the loss
of 20,000 jobs next June,
will the miners be driven
into a nationwide strike?
- Oh for fuck's sake.
- Scottish miners have been
- Not again!
- Called out in support
of the Yorkshire miners from next Monday.
- Fuckin' coal board!
- They wrote the miners union
official in Sheffield to declare
their strike official.
- Don't know what you're
fuckin' talkin' about.
- But will it?
- There's enough coal
down there for the next -
We look at that question
- 200 fucking years!
- In a minute.
- Come on!
- But first a report
from the latest miners confrontation
with the coal board.
- I'll fucking hurt you,
you evil bitch!
Thank you!
I'm a workin' man
Long way from what I got to say to you.
Christ, Christ. Fuck.
(mellow rock music)
(gravel crunching)
(disjointed music)
Oh, hi, love. (Door thuds)
Yeah, fuckin' knackered.
Some tea?
Yeah, cheers, love. Thanks.
You all right?
Yeah. How about ya?
[Clay] All right, Dad?
McHendry, he's late.
No, he ain't gonna be around today.
Well, where is he, then?
I don't know, it's been slow recently.
Not so much demand
for wood and coal, I guess.
It has been a warm start
to spring, Dad. Jesus.
Anyway, I'll be startin' with
house clearances today.
Fuck's sake, Clay!
Is that what you're doing now?
You're clearing shit
out of people's houses?
Come on, son, is that
where you're fuckin' at?
No, I'll tell you what
this is about, right?
I'll tell you what it's about.
It's about this imported shite stuff
that is undercuttin'
manufacturers in this country, right?
'Cause they're bastards! Fuck!
(sighs) Here we go again.
No, no, listen, Bridge.
You gotta listen to
this, all right? And you!
The Yorkshire pits are gonna
take industrial action, right?
And that gobshite Arthur Scargill
with his combover bobby chart
and he's back on his soapbox again!
And I'll tell you what this means for us,
for us the cave miners, yeah?
It means that we are
gonna follow suit, okay?
And what's gonna happen,
huh? What's gonna happen?
We're fucked. We're fucked.
All right? Who's gonna
pay for the mortgage?
How are we gonna pay for the mortgage?
How are we gonna pay for the fuckin' car?
We are totally fuckin' screwed!
- What...
- Come on.
I'm off.
All right. See ya, see ya.
- Clay, I...
- See ya later.
Come on. Sit down.
I just, fuckin' hell.
Drink your tea.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- See about it later.
- All right?
- Yeah.
[Bridget] And get
yourself to bed, all right?
- Oh, fuck, fuck.
- Gonna be all right, okay?
(somber music)
(dramatic rock music)
(fart squeaking)
Oh, you filthy bastard!
Fuck off!
(laughing) Oh, I have been
holding onto that all day, man.
That spews.
(laughs) Yeah, it does.
Hey, you all right for tonight, then, yeah?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, it's what keeps me going, mate.
Just losing the will to live in this place.
The old man is just driving me crazy.
Yeah, he'll do that.
Look, I'll pick you up at six, all right?
- All right.
- Gotta get the van
from Davey, he's doing some work on it.
You gonna be wearing this on stage?
Cheeky bastard.
(Vim laughs)
Take your smell with you!
(Vim laughs)
(Ravvi sighs)
(tense music) (engine rumbling)
(tense music continues)
(hand smacks) (head thuds)
Oh! Fuckin' bender.
Ah, calm down.
You need to give this
place a tidy up, but come on.
I reckon it's time for a cuppa.
Here, boys.
We've got no milk.
We're gonna have to
use these little creams.
Yeah, you crack on, darlin'.
Huh? As long as it's wet and warm.
(gasps) Oh, George, stop it.
(bell dings)
That's all right, I'll get it.
(phone ringing)
Flannigan Motors.
(Carla gasps)
Give us 15 minutes.
- See ya shortly.
- Oops, silly me.
(receiver thuds)
Your hands' clean yet, Davey?
Drink up. We gotta go.
There's a breakdown on the Davy Road.
George, I got a gig
tonight. I can't be late.
Well, you won't be, will
ya, if you get a move on.
Come on, let's go.
Oh, you got a gig tonight?
Didn't tell me.
Uh, yeah.
Stew Pony. Eight o'clock.
Huh, I might come along.
I've always wanted to see a real rock band.
Don't know if it'll be your bag, Carla.
Huh, we'll see.
Oi!
What winks and fucks like a tiger?
[George] Davey, come on!
(hand smacks)
(engine rumbling)
(bright music)
Oh, thank you for coming so quickly.
You're very welcome, madam.
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 a look.
(lever pops)
(soft bright music)
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.
(soft bright music continues)
Oh, here's the culprit.
Earth leads come loose.
Happens all the time with these models.
There you go. Try that.
(engine rumbling)
Oh, fabulous. Thank you so much.
[George] 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 books. (Hood thuds)
See ya. See ya.
(engine humming)
Baby
Oh, there you are. Bloody late.
Sorry guys, just my bloody mum.
Ravvi this, Ravvi that.
"Ravvi is a good boy.
He should be learning to be an accountant,
not playing the devil's music."
The devil's music?
Go set up your stuff. Off you pop.
Oh, got something for ya.
Oh, mate. You got samosas?
(Ravvi chuckles)
Yes.
It's nearly eight.
You need to start soon.
Yeah, okay. In a minute.
I want my eyeliner back.
(Davey grunts)
All right, boys. Get ready to rock.
(tense drum music)
Good evening, Stew Pony.
We are Black Diamond.
(audience members whoop)
On my command, unleash the rock!
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic rock music)
Darkness
Creepin' round every corner
I will always see the light
Steel burnin' through my fingers
For my dream I will always fight
Dream's about to start
Dream straight from the heart
Now it's time to sleep
It's truth
Come out from the deep
He said... All right, boys,
fill your root cellar.
Yes, fellas! (Group chattering)
Stevie!
Stevo!
Steve.
Cheers, boys. Lovely.
Oh yeah.
The lad's playing his bloody banjo
with Davey tonight, isn't he?
Banjo? Tommy, seriously, all right?
That sodding guitar
and all the paraphernalia
that goes with it costs nearly
as much as my fucking Capri!
Fuckin' hell, here we go.
You and that fucking
Dagenham piece of shit.
Shut the fuck up. I love my Capri.
And it's a lot fucking cooler
than your pussy wagon, mate.
(chuckles) So you don't fancy goin' down
to watch for a bit tonight, then?
Nah, (indistinct).
The boy needs a proper job.
He's doing a little bit of
work at, oh fuck, where is it?
Oh, McHendry's, isn't it?
McHendry's, McHendry's.
But he needs a fucking trade, right?
An apprenticeship.
I mean, stop daydreaming about becoming
some sort of fucking rock star, come on.
There's nothing going
on at the colliery either,
not with these bloody job cuts planned.
That's what all the
trouble's about, isn't it?
20,000 jobs.
Branch secretaries meeting
this weekend, apparently.
It's more like government
redemption for the '74 strike.
Heath got his fuckin' ass kicked then.
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic rock music continues)
Our board chairman, he
ain't gonna fucking budge, huh?
So we're out next week, boys. Strike!
Oh, bloody hell.
Can we talk about something else, please?
Tommy.
Fuck me.
Who lifted his bloody skirt?
He's been stressed at work, too.
Fucking Northern monkey.
(Smudge scoffs)
(tense music) (engine rumbling)
(tense music continues)
(traffic whirring)
Evening, ladies.
Hello.
(footsteps tapping)
Now it's time to sleep
It's truth come out from the deep
Dream's about to start
Dream straight from the heart
Now it's time to sleep
To come out from the deep
(audience applauding and cheering)
What happened there?
Yeah, I know, I beat the fuck out of it.
(tense music) (groups chattering)
- Oh look.
- Ooh, lovely.
(tense music continues)
(lighter clicks)
(tense music continues)
(dramatic rock music)
(door handle creaks)
But the devil'll say you'll go far
Mr. Hindsight, Mr. Smooth
Mr. Smooth
Get out of my life
Get out of my groove
Outta my groove
Mr. Hindsight, Mr. Smooth
Mr. Smooth
Get outta my life
Get outta my groove
Outta my groove
Mr. Awesome
Get outta my life
Mr. Awesome
(Davey grunts)
Get outta my groove
(audience applauding and cheering)
Nice brandy, please, sweetheart.
Keep the change
(audience applauding and cheering)
[Davey] We love you!
(audience applauding and cheering)
Black Diamond!
So, you know this dodger, do you?
Yeah, I hang out with
them. Singer's my brother.
Ah. I'd like to have a word with him.
[Chrissy] And why?
I'm a producer, a record producer.
I have a recording studio.
Yeah?
You for real?
Oh yes, yes.
I'd like to have a chat with the boys,
see if they're interested in
recording any of this stuff.
Is it self-paying?
Self what?
Is it their own material?
Yeah, yeah. Most of it.
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, we haven't.
Well, I might be able to help you.
You see, I own a unique recording facility,
with a top-notch engineer who's an ex-DJ
and a former rock star himself.
Dean Glover?
Oi.
We're on in five minutes.
Do you want a beer?
You bastard.
Look, if you wanna move
onwards and upwards,
give me a call, yeah?
Must dash.
All right.
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)
(footsteps tapping)
(dramatic music continues)
(tense music)
Good evening, Dean, old son. How are ya?
What do you mean what do I
want, you cheeky bugger? (Laughs)
Actually, there is something I need, Dean,
and there might be a small
opportunity in it for yourself.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Okay, 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. (Chuckles)
(traffic whirring)
(door thuds)
Ah, Gordon.
Good to see you, Gordon.
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 delicate nature.
Of course, Vicar.
A very troubled gentleman came to see me
a few days ago at the 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 favor
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 incidents
of occult practices of late in the area.
If only we could save this one poor soul.
Indeed, Vicar. Indeed.
Thank you once again, Gordon. God bless.
(footsteps tapping)
(door thuds)
(Gordon sighs and sniffs)
(footsteps tapping)
(tense music)
(door thuds)
(tense music continues)
Well, that's all gone to plan.
The bleeding hearts fell for it, Derry.
(both chuckle)
Come on, let's go.
(engine rumbling)
(cymbal clangs)
Oi.
Who was that Gaylord from earlier?
What Gaylord?
This fucking bloke.
Looked like a pimp.
Walking up in that big
curtain and all that jewelry.
Raisin' up to record.
His card.
Said he had some ex-DJ as a
sound engineer or something.
Oh yeah? Who?
- Dean Glover.
- Who?
Fuckin'...
Dean Glover?
Yeah.
Do you know who that is?
(scoffs) Yeah, I think so.
Fuck me, mate. You ain't lived.
He's a bloody legend.
(Vim scoffs)
He was the front man for
White Satin, late '60s, early '70s.
Never heard of him.
He's just another washed up hippie, man.
(Ravvi laughs)
It's gotta be worth a punt, eh?
What you reckon, Clay?
Ravvi?
- Yeah.
- Well, I suppose
we'll check it out.
He looks so dodgy, though.
Yeah, he was a bit creepy.
Alright, lads, we're good. I'm off.
- All right.
- See ya, bro.
See ya later, Ravioli.
(claps) Do you miscreants
fancy a swifty before we go home?
Yeah, I'll join you.
Uh-huh?
Yeah, go on, then.
[Vim] Yeah!
(both chuckle)
(door thuds)
All right, lads, get us a pint?
I gotta piss.
Oh, hey-oh, the rock stars are here.
Oh, fuck me.
Hey, I think we should really look
into this recording stuff.
Get some raw material down.
You never know.
As weird as this guy seems,
he could have some connections.
He certainly was a
strange one, wasn't he?
I'll look into it. Give him
a call next week, yeah?
Good.
Hey, what about those
bloody pants on Ravvi's head?
They were meant for you.
(both laugh)
Fuck me.
This place has gone to shit, hasn't it?
Oh yeah.
What did you fuckin' say, son?
What you talking about, mate?
Who the fuck are you?
You talkin', who are you? The funny one?
I need a sense of humor
with a face like that, mate.
Leave it, man. Leave
it out, leave it out.
What have you all come
dressed as? You lose a bet?
We're a band, mate.
- Fuckin' band.
- Now piss off.
- You should be banned, boys.
- Okay.
Sort it out, yeah?
Oi, wait!
You fancy a barney, don't you?
[Angry Patron] You fancy a barney.
- I do fancy a barney.
- Come inside or out, mate.
No drama.
- Oi, oi, oi!
- I'm just saying.
Fuckin' back off.
Oi, do you know what I am?
I'm a fuckin' miner, so fuck you.
All right, Tom, come here.
Right, these are my boys.
That's my family. That's
my son, looks like Elvis.
- All right, Dad.
- That's his boy, Davey.
No, shut up.
You know what?
He's got a long hair, may look like a girl,
but you know what,
they're fuckin' talented.
So you, my friend, get
your fuckin' pint and fuck off.
No! Listen to me.
- All right, all right, Will.
I won't have it. (Group chattering)
No, no, you know what?
[Vim] Will, come on,
I'm gonna take you home,
- all right?
- I'll fuck you...
- I'm pissed.
- Yeah, we can tell.
Let's go, let's go, mate.
- Come on.
- But you know what
I'm gonna do?
- Will, mate.
- Right. No.
I'm gonna drive you home, mate.
- Come on, let's go.
- But you know what?
Yeah, take me home, all right?
Yeah, I'm gonna take you home, come on.
But you... Dad, come on.
Don't fuckin' know what we are.
Dad, we haven't had our pints yet.
Come on, son. Come on.
Just take off.
Have a nice night, would ya?
- Thank you. All the best.
(group chattering)
You band are fuckin' brilliant!
I love fucking this band!
I fucking love 'em!
- I love them!
- All right.
- Get in, Dad.
- I love them.
Even though you wear fuckin'
- Mind your head.
- Mascarara.
I don't fucking care.
I fucking...
- Come on.
- I gotta get home, mate.
- You are home. Come on.
- Let me out, son.
Out with ya.
Straight down. There we go.
All right? There ya go, salty dog.
Straight down there, mate.
[Clay] See ya later, Dad.
- You good?
- I love you.
Love you, son.
[Clay] I love you, too.
Get to bed. (Chuckles)
Off you go.
(somber music)
Vim.
(somber music continues)
Don't fuckin' need this right now.
He says he supports
me, but he fuckin' doesn't.
You heard him in the back. (Sighs)
The only time he fuckin' speaks to me
is when he's had a fucking drink.
(Will shouting) Fucking
blah, blah, blah, blah
as if everything's gonna be all right.
Miners!
I don't wanna do anything
else with my life, lads.
This band, this band
is literally all I've got.
Yeah, I know, mate. Same here.
(Clay exhales)
(Vim farting)
- Oh!
- Aw, come on.
Well that killed the moment.
- Yeah.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Brown.
Well not everyone else has got a drummer
that speaks through his own fucking farts.
(group chuckles)
Fuck me.
Anyway, look, lads. I better be off.
Go make sure he doesn't
throw up on the fucking rug again.
See ya.
(somber music continues)
[Vim] See ya later, mate.
[Clay] See ya later, boys.
You walking home, then?
Or shall I drop you?
- Oh, come on, drop us off.
"Be your own houseplant
expert" and I'm fucking outside.
[Clay] Just gonna get some fags, Dad.
Oh, grab us a pack, will we?
[Clay] Yeah, I will. I will.
Oh, Clay, Clay. Hang on, son.
Hang on, son. Come here.
Now I promise everything's
gonna be all right.
Give your dad a hug, please?
You're never too old to
hug your daddy. (Chuckles)
Go on. Off you go.
Oh, I love you.
I love you, too.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(waves lapping) (children chattering)
(waves lapping) (tense music continues)
(hands smack and clap)
(tense music continues)
(engine rumbling) (tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
Hello.
Oh, it is you. Hey.
[Aisha] What are you up to?
Might help if you took
those things out of your ears.
Sorry.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, just tryin'
to keep myself in shape.
I'm the front man of a band.
Really?
Yes, you look like the type.
So, 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 Free Mason chums,
or possibly playing bloody golf.
You should come to a gig sometime.
(chuckles) Thank you.
No, probably not my thing.
Don't knock it till you tried it.
Maybe sometime.
(birds squawking)
Are you, um, are you okay?
Yes. Thank you.
Just taking some time to think.
(gentle music)
What are you thinkin' about?
My life in general.
It didn't go according to plan.
Didn't get your name.
David.
Um, Davey. Everyone calls me Davey.
Aisha.
(gentle music continues)
I should probably go.
Where are you going?
Ah, just home. Live just down there.
I'll see you around sometime.
Maybe.
Cheerio, Davey.
(gentle music continues)
[Clay] Oh shit.
(traffic whirring)
(lighter clicks)
(engine rumbling)
[Chrissy] Hi-ya.
[Clay] You okay?
Yeah, cool. Great gig last night.
And you went down amazing.
Thanks.
What are you doing later?
Oh, you know, pub, beer, maybe chips.
Then get lost walking home wankered.
Livin' the dream.
Okay.
Anyway, look Chrissy, I'm gonna go.
So, I'll catch you later.
Cool. Yeah.
(engine rumbling)
(mellow music)
(door thuds)
(mellow music continues)
(door thuds)
Gordon?
Gordon? Gordon?
In here.
There she goes again.
(glass clinking)
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?
(glass thuds)
Don't insult my intelligence.
Bye, darling.
(dramatic rock music)
(buttons clicking)
(phone ringing)
I'll get it. I'll get it.
Hello?
Clay, it's Vim.
Hey man, do you wanna go to a gig?
Yeah, sure, man. Where?
Yeah, Rav's just told
me about this new place,
the Babylon Club.
It's on the other side of town.
Fancy it? Pick you up at seven.
Yeah, all right, man.
I'll catch you later.
All right, tidy. I'll see you then.
Bye. Bye, bye, bye, bye.
(dramatic rock music)
[Vim] Woo! (Claps)
Oh, Dad, Dad, Dad.
Look at this.
That's a bit of all right, innit?
Oh, that is a fuckin' beast, son!
That is the T-Rex of all Ford Capris.
V6, fuel injection 2.8, and zoom!
(both laugh)
Do you fancy that?
I'm gonna get one of these
with my first royalty check.
(chuckles) In your fucking dreams, son.
In your fucking dreams.
All right, I'm off to bingo, love.
All right, darling.
Oh listen, very soon we're gonna have to,
we're gonna have to pull
in the purse strings, okay?
Because we are striking. It's definite.
(soft ominous music)
Oh, fuck.
Well maybe this time it'll
be short-lived, you know?
I mean, if we all pull together
and support each other
like we did last time.
No, not this time.
This time I've got a feeling here,
that this time's gonna
be different, all right?
Uneconomical pits my fucking ass.
Now this bitch Thatcher
and her Nazi government,
they wanna stop the unions, right?
They wanna kill the unions.
That's gonna be a bloody war.
And I'm gonna be right on the front line.
Right, well I'll bet and
win big at bingo, then.
- Yeah, yeah, you will.
- It's all right.
Yeah.
There's a couple of beers
in the fridge, all right?
I'll see you later.
Yeah. Love you.
Love you, too.
Oh yeah, look, I'm gonna call Davey, so.
Yeah. Yeah, all right, son.
(soft ominous music continues)
Dad? Goin' out in a bit.
Goin' down to the pub?
No, son, thanks.
Hey, son, listen, you
know there's trouble brewing
down at the pit, strike's looming.
Yeah, I know, Dad.
Not completely oblivious to
what's going on in the world.
That's as maybe, but you're all
gallivanting around in your
van like it doesn't matter.
People are watching, commenting.
So what can I do about it, Dad?
It's not my fault the union's stirring
the shit pot again, is it?
This band is a bit of hope.
Something to look forward to.
I know, son. I know. (Sighs)
What are you gonna 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 gotta do what you gotta do.
(somber music)
See you later, Dad.
Have a nice time, love.
(somber music continues)
I miss her, too.
(somber music continues) (Tom crying)
(gate creaks)
(mellow music)
[Vim] Come on, tripod.
[Chrissy] Scoot up, Ravvi.
(door thuds)
(engine rumbling) (mellow music continues)
Why do you call him that?
He's a fucking walking cock, that's why.
Oh, for God's sake.
Oi, have you all heard about the new
Monster of Rock lineup this year?
Going to the park again, yeah?
Yeah, man. Van Halen, Gary Moore, AC/DC.
It's fuckin' awesome, man.
Oh wow. What, really?
You know I heard that Ozzy's
gonna be making an appearance.
Ozzy. Oh, he's a legend.
Hey look, I don't know about that,
but AC/DC is the fuckin' headliner.
- Hey, Vim.
- What?
You'll never guess what
happened to me earlier.
Go on then. What?
Saw that girl with the sports car again.
(laughs) Yeah, and
then you woke up, right?
Nah, nah. I were jogging.
She was just sat on the
promenade, we got to talking.
The fuck were you out jogging for?
Fuck off.
(engine rumbling)
Oi, Clay, when are you
gonna talk about that Gaylord
gettin' us some studio time?
Do you mean Derry?
I don't give a fuck what his name is.
Dreary Night, whatever.
Yeah, look, I'll give
him a call tomorrow.
- Rockin' roll!
- Ow!
(frenetic rock music)
(front man sings indistinctly)
Friends are goin' down
Please don't bring me down
(indistinct) goin' around
Fools are bringin' it down
(frenetic music) (front
man sings indistinctly)
Not gonna be me
I can't die
(frenetic music)
We're not at the bar
(music drowns out speech)
No.
Fuckin' hell.
(frenetic music)
(front man sings indistinctly)
What the fuck are you doin' in here?
This ain't your fuckin'
bar, you fucking cunt.
Don't you do it
I took it too far
(frenetic music)
Not gonna be me
(dramatic music)
- Go that way!
(dramatic music continues)
- Shit!
- Vim, what are we doing?
(dramatic music continues) (group shouting)
Can't complain
(group shouting)
You bloody cunt!
I'll fuckin' end ya, man.
[Davey] Let's go, let's go, let's go!
[Vim] Are we in? Are we in?
Close the bloody door!
(dramatic music) (tires screech)
(van rattling) (group shouting)
Fuckin' with me!
(Vim laughing)
Stupid fuck!
(Vim laughing)
That was the most hostile
gig I've ever been to.
Whose fuckin' idea was this?
Bloody well hostile?
More like terrifying.
Nice one, Ravvi. Good call.
Yeah, maybe not.
Sorry, a misjudgment there.
Yeah, fuckin' hell. No shit.
We're lucky to get outta there alive, mate.
And the skinheads didn't (head thuds)
- like you, did they?
- Ow, fuck!
Fuckin' hell, is everyone okay?
- No.
- Yeah.
Hey, you all right?
Yeah, I'm okay.
Yeah, maybe we'll give
that venue a miss, then.
Yes.
I fancy a quiet drink somewhere.
[Vim] (laughs) Yeah.
- Oi, Vim.
- Yo.
Drop me off at the local, will ya?
[Vim] You got it.
Does anyone else wanna join us?
Yes, please, mate. I will.
Yeah, me, too.
(sighs) Christ.
[Vim] I have a hard on the size
of the Eiffel fuckin' tower, lads.
[Davey] You are a fucking maniac.
(Vim laughs)
Skinheads. What has it
gotta be skinheads, for?
(Vim laughs)
Fuckin' Christ.
(Vim whoops) (group laughing)
(door thuds)
(gentle music)
(door thuds)
See you later, Ravvi. (Horn toots)
(gentle music continues)
- Hello.
- Hi.
So much for the big night out, then.
I know.
Didn't quite go swell, did it?
(chuckles) Can I get two beers, please?
Yes, certainly.
What about me?
I thought you'd want a gin and tonic.
Gonna go powder my nose.
Now, gonna phone Percy at the porcelain.
[Davey] Cheers.
(door thuds)
- Thank you.
She's a bit of a beauty.
Aisha. Um, hi.
Is she yours?
Who? Oh, what, Chrissy?
She's my sister.
She just hangs out with us.
Oh, like a groupie sort of thing?
Sort of. (Chuckles)
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 near, then?
Yes.
Can I walk you home?
Oh, he's a gentleman, too.
Hello. Who's this?
Oh hi. Clay.
Aisha. Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
And you must be Chrissy.
Uh, yeah. Hi.
Well, as lovely as it is to meet you all,
I really am on my way
home, so do excuse me.
Must be off.
Oh yes, we must.
(door thuds)
Well, this night really
has been full of surprises.
Thank you.
Come on.
(gentle music)
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 see past bloody next week.
No, I mean like settling down.
You haven't got a girlfriend?
(scoffs) Nah. I haven't
got time for all that.
I can see the problems
the other lads are havin',
and nah, not for me.
Women just don't understand
that rock 'n roll lifestyle, I guess.
I do.
Yeah, but you're different, Chrissy.
Yeah, exactly.
That's 'cause 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.
(Chrissy sighs)
So, tell me about your band.
Sure.
We mostly write our own stuff.
It's gettin' better now, too.
And we got a producer lined up.
Could get us in the
studio, do some recording.
Fabulous. Who's that, then?
Oh, big flash dude.
Goes by the name of Derry, I think.
(footsteps tapping)
Derry Knight?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, that's him.
Oh God.
[Davey] What?
You need to tread carefully there.
Don't think I like the sound of that.
What's 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 heads up.
This is me.
(gentle music)
I guess I'll see you around.
(gentle music continues)
I wanna kiss every inch of your body.
Oh God.
(both breathing heavily)
Davey, my husband will be home any minute.
You have to go. Please.
(gentle music continues)
Okay.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.
Thank you for walking me home.
That was very sweet.
(gentle music continues)
Goodnight.
(Aisha sighs)
(tense music)
Fuck me, you struggling a bit, sunshine?
Rough night last night, was it?
You don't sweat much
for a fat cunt, do you?
Oi, fuckin' watch yourself, all right?
Look, uh, you interested
in a bit of free enterprise?
What?
Got a bit of a thing going on
with the the pop factory
over in Folkestone.
- Pop?
- Yeah, pop.
You know, dandelion and burdock,
lemonade, that sort of thing.
My brother works on the artics over there.
Got a bit of a fiddle going
on with the warehouse man.
What's the crack then?
Well, it's evenings and weekends mostly.
But you can go out, you can give a bit.
But your mum likes a bit
of dandelion and burdock, doesn't she?
Hey, look, mate, it's not really for me.
My weekends are tied up with gigs
and the band and stuff, so.
Look, I'll be doing
it with or without ya,
so if you want a bit,
let me know, all right?
All right.
Can we get a cup of tea or something?
Look, let's get this shit unloaded.
Come on, you lazy bastard.
(birds squawking)
(engine rumbling) (heavy rock music)
(heavy rock music continues)
All right, son?
Fuck me, look at the
state of you. (Chuckles)
All right, Derry.
Not really what I wanna be doing,
but it's bread and butter,
do you know what I mean?
A man's gotta do what a man needs to do.
And you know what you
need to do, don't you, son, eh?
If you wanna make a change in your life.
Yeah, look, Derry, I was
gonna call you but I just
I know, I know.
Look, why don't you try and
get over tomorrow afternoon.
Hey, say, what, 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? (Chuckles)
Is that all right with you, squire?
- Yeah.
- Right.
Come on in, Dean.
I've got a mouth like Gandhi's flipflop.
Let's get a cuppa, yeah? (Chuckles)
Come on.
(tense music)
Who the fuck's Mr. Big, then?
Oh, mate, don't ask.
Don't forget what I've told you
Your smile's getting older.
Let's try to be bolder and-
(bell dings)
I'll get it!
(phone ringing)
Forget what I told you
Your smile's getting older
Let's try to be bolder
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Hi, Clay.
Turn into gold
- Davey!
Phone.
Yep. (Sighs)
Christ.
(gentle music)
Who is it?
(gentle music continues)
Hey, hey, my man Clay.
How's it hangin'?
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 to see the studio.
Do you reckon you can get
away from the garage for a bit?
Um, yeah. Yeah, sure.
Yeah, no worries. I'll work it out.
All right, cool. I'll see you later.
(tense music)
To 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!
(water sloshes)
In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.
(sighs) Thank you, Reverend.
But I must free myself from this debt
and items that were bestowed
to me by the 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 artifacts 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! (Panting)
May this donation from
the most committed Christians
in my diocese help and guide you
and save you from evil.
(sighs) Thank you, Reverend.
(Derry sighs)
(footsteps tapping)
Thank you, God. (Chuckles)
(tense music)
(tense music continues) (engine rumbling)
Fuck me.
We've landed, boys!
I don't fuckin' believe this.
You sure this is the right place?
Yeah, Stanton Manor.
That's what it says on the sign outside.
We're only here to have a chat, right?
Come on, let's check it out.
Oi, you don't have a say in the matter.
Don't know what you're doing here anyway.
Oh man, leave her out. She's cool.
(gravel crunching)
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. (Chuckles)
Sweet.
(footsteps tapping)
(door thuds)
(metal clangs)
Yes, this house goes back to
the Domesday Book, you know.
It has 10 bedrooms and its
own cinema room. (Chuckles)
Nice. And what about the studio?
Ah, yes, of course. Yes.
You want to see the studio, don't you?
Well, it's in the
converted cellar over here.
So, follow me, please, right?
This place is top, isn't it?
Shut up.
This used to be an air
raid bunker during the war,
but before that we're not sure.
(door creaks)
Maybe a wine cellar or a
dungeon, one thinks. (Chuckles)
(tense music)
And this is where the magic
happens, as they say. (Chuckles)
There's nothing behind there, dear boy.
Nothing to concern you.
(chuckles) That's it.
Yes, well it's as I say,
it's all state of the art here,
and come through here.
In here, ah! (Chuckles)
This is Dean and Phones,
a highly experienced
sound and professional producing engineer.
- All right, man.
- Derry,
and uh, friends.
All right, mate.
We did meet before, but you
probably don't recognize me.
Oh yeah, yeah. Yeah, I remember.
- Hi.
- Hi.
It's an honor to meet you, man.
Oh, hi, oof.
[Phones] Hi.
And who's this with you?
Um, hi, Chrissy.
Chrissy? Ah.
Fancy.
Okay, well I'm going to leave you
in these boys' capable hands, okay?
And I'll see you upstairs in a bit
for a little drinky poo,
all right? (Chuckles)
Have fun.
Okay, folks, I guess I'll
show you around, yeah?
Okay, look, as you can
see we've got a 24 trap desk,
effects rack, patch,
and here we have a 24-track
TASCAM for the masters.
So, let's go to the live room.
So, there's a few assorted
cabs if you wanna use 'em.
Oi, do you want some of this?
No, I'm good.
[Phones] No worries.
Few Zildjian cymbals, whatever you want.
I've just got a nice new
assortment of AKG microphones,
and a assortment of
keyboards should you wish.
Hey Davey, have a look at these.
Oh.
Yeah, boys. Yeah, you can't use those.
They're my special guitars.
Yeah.
Hey, that one looks like
Tony Iommi's from Sabbath.
Yeah. Morgan Studios, 1973, man.
You worked with Sabbath?
Well yeah.
Hold on. Isn't Tony Iommi left-handed?
Oh, I guess that's why
he gave it to me, mate.
Wasn't my place to question him.
Anyway, what do you think?
Yeah, fantastic.
What's the crack, then?
With the cost, that is.
Hey look, man, me and Phones,
we're just the engineers
so you have to take
that up with Derry, yeah.
Okay.
Let's go and talk to Derry, then.
[Clay] Let's go.
Cheers, Dean.
Yeah, cool.
(Ravvi chattering)
Go and see.
(guitar strings chime)
Don't touch that.
Ah, so, what's your poison then, folks?
[Clay] You got any beers?
[Davey] Yeah, a beer for me, too, thanks.
Yes, of course.
Cheers.
What's that?
Why don't you try...
Allow me.
Let me surprise you. (Chuckles)
(glass clinks)
(drink sloshing)
Thanks.
Now then, fellas, and of course lady.
We're putting together a compilation album
showcasing some of the newest talent.
We need six bands with two tracks each.
We're going to press them,
provide the full artwork for them,
and send them off to the
biggest A&R men in the business.
In other words, I'll be
looking after six acts.
Yeah? Well what have we got, then?
Oh, that's easy.
Two of your best tracks and two grand.
Two grand!
Yes, this isn't a bloody
demo tape, you know.
We'll be paying for everything.
We're gonna 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? (Laughs)
London?
Yes, well that's where
you need to be these days
to get noticed.
You just lay down a
couple of tracks in the studio,
sit back, and wait for
the telephone to ring.
Well, we'll talk about it.
We'll let you know tomorrow.
Yeah, well that's fine.
But don't wait too long.
There are other bands that
are waiting this opportunity.
(Chrissy slurping)
Can I get you another one of those?
(chuckles) Thanks.
(miner laughs) (miners chattering)
Terry.
Terry! Terry! (Fists pounding)
Terry! Terry! (Fists pounding)
Terry! Terry! (Fists pounding)
Terry! Terry! (Fists pounding)
Terry!
(tense music)
All right, chaps.
Well, as some of you now know,
Colindale and Yorkshire
is out on strike as of now.
(miners chattering)
MacGregor wants to shut the quarry
on the grounds it's uneconomic.
And that's gonna 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 ax to fall
on one of our very own
collieries here in Kent.
- No!
- No.
[Terry] Which again will result
in the loss of thousands of jobs.
Fuck.
I say this is completely unacceptable!
- Yeah!
- Yes!
Yes! (Fists pounding)
All right, listen up, mates.
(tense music)
Terry, we trust you,
brother. We fuckin' 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 Scot,
what, the MacGregor?
Well, he can fuck off.
[Miners] Yeah.
And that bitch, boys, that bitch Thatcher
and her Nazi fucking government,
they can fuck off as well.
They can all fuck off!
- Fuck 'em!
- Yes!
I mean, there hasn't
been a ballot has there?
There's been no ballot.
Well it's industrial
vandalism, that's what it is.
Industrial vandalism.
Right.
[Miners] Will never be defeated.
The miners united will never be divided!
The miners united will never be divided!
The miners united will never be divided!
The miners united will never be divided!
Cheers, boss.
- Yes, please. Thank you.
- Hi.
All right.
So, what's Gaylord's gaff like?
See you, lads.
[Both] See ya.
The place is bloody massive,
and a music studio
downstairs in a basement.
(Vim whistles)
It's a little odd, you know,
the blokes who work for him.
- Ah, cheers.
- Here you go.
[Vim] Tidy.
(Clay sighs)
Right. How are we gonna go
about raising this dosh, then?
Well, I suppose I can sell my body.
Take one for the team.
You twat.
(Davey laughs)
And you wouldn't earn enough
to get a fuckin' haircut, you cunt.
- Oh.
- Oi.
Eat a dick, mate.
[Vim] Swivel, bitch.
Oi, shut the fuck up. Both of ya.
Look, I have 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.
(group chuckles)
Needs must, mate.
It's a good idea and it's quick cash.
I could sell my mum's samosas.
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, he might
be into some weird shit.
And you know this how?
A source. A very good source.
Hold the phone.
Not that chick from the other night, Aisha.
Oh, not this old bird
you were talking about.
She's not fuckin' old!
She's considerably older
than you, mate, by quite a bit.
She's also married, ya dingus.
Oh, bravo. This gets even better.
Who is 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 gonna 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 fucking pubs.
This is my ticket out.
We do it right, or we regret it
for the rest of our lives.
Right. Shoulda, would a, could a, yeah?
(Clay sighs)
All right, fuck it. Let's do it.
[Ravvi] Yes!
[Vim] Cheers, boys.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
(glasses clink)
Watch out world, here we come.
(gentle piano music) (glasses thudding)
Oh, Christ.
(tense music) (traffic whirring)
Ah! (Chuckles) Here are my superstars.
(tense music continues) (gravel crunching)
(traffic whirring) (doors thudding)
[Vim] Fuck me backwards.
[Ravvi] Oh dear.
(Vim laughs)
(gravel crunching)
(door thuds)
(gravel crunching)
(instruments tuning)
Hey, whoa. Dean, Dean!
Oi, I can't hear the kick drum in the cans.
(drum thudding)
Phones, go and check
that SLR cable, man, will ya?
Dean.
[Phones] Try that, dude.
Okay, man.
(drum thudding)
Okay, Vim, do that.
Kick it, man. Try it.
(drum thudding)
Yep, that's good!
(dramatic rock music)
Let's go, lads. Come on.
(dramatic rock music continues)
Let's have it, come on.
[Group] Stevo!
Funny, ain't ya?
(dramatic rock music continues)
(group chattering)
Let's put down roots.
Oh, here they come.
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi!
How about a little dance, girls?
[Patrons] Hello, ladies.
[Patron] Hey, ma'am.
Piss off.
(group laughs)
Will, where's that bastard, Tom?
Yeah, he said he'd be joining us?
You gonna have a talk with him?
Oh yeah. Yeah, we're gonna have a talk.
Right, Smudge?
Right, Will.
Oh, there you are, lads.
Oh, this is the life, isn't it?
Why, do you think we get paid to sit here
and have a fuckin' drink, Tom, eh?
Well, we got a nice evening for it.
Thought I'd come and
see what you were 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
cuttin' your fuckin' grass?
Or busy playin' with
your fucking toy train.
Oh, aye, that and all.
Anyway, I thought you said four o'clock.
1400 hours, you tit.
Oh, I forgot. You can't
tell the time, can ya?
1400 is two o'clock,
and 1600 is fucking
four o'clock at the pub.
Well, at least you got that part right?
Oh, well eff you, Charlie
Uniform November Tango.
Cunt.
Tom, why don't you go inside.
And you don't need to buy a drink
because Stevo's gettin' 'em
Oh, nag, nag, nag.
You're worse than the
bloody missus, you are.
Fuck. Sorry, love.
Get in the fucking pub 'cause me and you
are gonna have a chat, all right?
(instruments tuning)
Okay, boys, stand by.
And rolling.
One, two. (Drumsticks tapping)
One, two, three, four. (Drumsticks tapping)
(dramatic rock music)
Fucking love you guys.
Fucking love you. You are militant!
We will strike and we will, fucking hell.
All right, stand by your mates.
Fucking branch secretary.
Well, if you'd have
been listening, best mate,
you would've known that's
why we're fucking here.
Oh, don't you know Terry, lads?
(group chattering)
All right, Ter.
Good show, eh. Really good show.
I'm really proud of ya.
But we need to do more.
We need to have a real
show of strength for our cause.
[Miners] Yes!
'Cause what we're doing,
organizing supply and pickets
- up and down the country.
- Yes!
An organized minibus for
those of you who don't drive,
haven't got cars.
All right, who's with me, yeah?
[Miners] Yeah!
Good lads. Good lads.
So are you shittin' out again?
(tense music)
I'm not coming, Will.
I'll fuckin' kill you, son.
I'll fuckin' kill you.
I'm going back to work.
Look, things are not what they seem.
Fucking please. You're my...
You're my best mate!
You're my best fuckin' mate, my brother!
You gonna end up a fuckin' scab!
You're a scab I don't want now.
What are we gonna do with a fucking scab?
Please! Talk, please!
Fuck's sake.
Don't be a scab, please.
Fuck's sake, please!
Fucking please!
You're my best mate!
I will not be a pawn
in someone else's fight!
(miners shouting)
- Fuckin' scab!
[Miners] Scab! Scab!
- Scab! Scab!
- No!
[Miners] Scab! Scab!
Scab!
Scab! Scab!
You fuck.
(dramatic rock music)
I'll have that one, please, mate.
That's great. That's
five pound, then, please.
Perfect. Thank you.
Okay then. Cheers.
Hello, lads.
Hey, when's that demo
coming out that you recorded?
It's a bit more than a bloody demo, Rog.
Mm, should've 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?
Nah.
Oh, are you talking about that big fella
with the flash cars and fur coats?
Derry Knight.
Yeah. I reckon he's a conman, lads.
I'm bloody tellin' ya.
Aye, cheers for that, Rog.
Yeah, we really needed
to hear that, mate. Thanks.
Hey, just sayin' what I hear, man.
Oi, fancy a few sneaky pints, sail on?
Oh, nah. I've got a date.
Well, I have to meet someone.
(chuckles) You what?
Since when do you go on dates?
You don't do dates?
Who's the lucky girl, then?
And when the fuck did this happen?
Oh, hold on.
You still with that posh totty? Ain't it?
What the fuck do you
think you're doin', mate?
This has been going on for far too long.
You get caught you know
Would you fucking leave it, will ya?
(Clay scoffs)
You haven't.
You've fallen for her, haven't ya?
Mate, she's married, and she's...
(grunts) She's old.
Yes, I know she's married,
and no, she's not old.
And lastly, it's none of
your fuckin' business.
Okay?
(Clay sighs)
I'm sorry, I...
I gotta go.
- All right.
- See ya around.
(tense rock music)
(birds squawking)
- Hello, you.
- Hey, there.
(shells crunching)
(birds squawking)
Are you okay?
Yeah. 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 stuck cooking by a campfire.
Don't be so dramatic.
Why does it have to be all bad?
It could be good.
Could be nice.
I thought we were having fun.
We are.
We were.
(somber music)
Look, you know I care about you,
but perhaps we should
cool things down a little.
Okay. Yeah, yeah, sure.
If that's what you want.
Davey. Davey!
(footsteps crunching)
(Aisha sighs)
(group vocalizing)
(dramatic music) (miners shouting)
[Miners] Terry! Terry!
Terry! Terry!
- Terry! Terry!
- All right, lads.
Fellow members,
unfortunately we find ourselves here today
for another reason:
To show our distaste
to a certain individual
who's decided to betray
us (miners shouting)
And go back to work!
[Miners] Scab!
I understand your anger,
but comrades, hear this.
Do not cross these barriers!
[Miners] No.
We all know what the
police are capable of.
[Miners] Yeah!
[Miner] Yeah, we do.
And we'll not have a
repeat of the violence
that's been endured by
our members in the North.
Not in this neighborhood!
- Will we?
- No!
Listen, I could build an army,
the likes of the 4th Commando,
with the courage and bravery of you lads.
[Miners] Yes!
But listen, do not cross those barriers!
Don't give 'em the opportunity
to use their heavy-handed tactics
like they did against our
members in the North.
Pigs!
[Miners] Yeah, pigs!
Show your verification to
the police with your chance,
not with violence.
Show them that you, the
mine workers of this colliery
stand dutifully steadfast,
and that you are justifiably
proud of who you are!
[Miners] Yeah!
And justifiably proud
of what you stand for!
[Miners] Yes!
Oh, I'd rather be a miner than a scab
Than a scab
Oh, I'd rather be a miner than a scab
Oh, I'd rather be a miner
I'd rather be a miner
I'd rather be a miner than a scab
(miners shouting)
Forward!
(miners shouting) (dramatic music)
(engine rumbling)
Scab!
(dramatic music continues)
[Miner] Hey, scab!
(miners shouting)
Fuckin' scab!
Oh, fuckin' scab! (Miners shouting)
Get the fuck off me!
(miners shouting)
Go on, then! Strike!
(miners shouting)
Oi, go on!
(dramatic music fading)
[Will] Go on, Smudge! Gimme some sack!
We plant our stakes
(audience applauding and cheering)
(audience clapping rhythmically)
Our family's home
The girl will see
What she mean to me
You make me strong
And you're making me me
So I will listen to your heart
(hands tapping)
(objects clattering)
What the fuck is up with you, mate?
Spare key, I can't find it.
Where the fuck is it?
(hands tapping)
Will you stop?
- Oi!
- Christ!
What the hell are we doing?
We're not a fucking cabaret act!
I know Ravvi.
The old man asked us to show support, mate.
For charities, 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 'cause you were late, then.
Fucking bastard.
Okay, calm down, boys.
There's a big crowd out there tonight.
Let's just get this done.
Okay, but this is the
last fuckin' one of these
that we're doing.
I mean, we are going
fucking backwards, Clay.
Where the fuck is Dreary Night?
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, lads, you're up.
Come on.
(bells jingling)
Evenin', boys.
[Vim] Steaming Jesus!
[Lucy] Have a good one. See you later.
Yeah. Bye.
Hey, boys, she definitely
needs to update that poster,
don't you think? (Chuckles)
Fuck's sake.
Come on, man. Come on.
(Vim sighs and groans)
(hands clap) (jewelry jingles)
(audience chattering)
[Audience Member] Here they come.
It's the hair band bunch.
We want Manic Mike!
Fucking supporter. Ya scab!
Marco, shut the fuck up, please.
(somber rock music)
Bloody great, innit they, Will?
He looks a bit like Elvis, don't he?
Yeah, he does.
[Tom] All right, fellas.
(Tom sighs)
Usual, Tom?
Aye, cheers, Pat.
Oh, bit loud in here tonight, innit?
Get us another drink.
Okay.
Hey, Will! Get in here!
For fuck's sake, Tom's here.
- What's the matter?
- He must have a death wish.
Marco, now. Come on.
Oh, God. (Sighs)
Twisted emotion
Animal carcasses
- Cheers.
- Got fuckin' nerve
comin' here and now.
Yeah, they don't serve scabs in here.
(Tom snorts)
[Ang] I think you should leave, Tom.
Oh, I don't know, Ang.
I mean it's my fucking club after all.
Drink here if I want to.
Fucking scabby black leg bastard!
Really? A sausage roll?
Oh fuck off!
Come on! (Group shouting)
You leave him the fuck alone!
Back off!
Tom, you got some
balls, I'll give you that.
What the fuck are you doing here, huh?
Well, it's a charity night, innit?
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!
Now, you gotta leave.
Tom, you gotta leave, please.
Time to go!
- All right.
- Time to go!
Blue skies
No longer by my side
Yo, fuck this man, I'm off.
Told you so.
[Clay] Fuck off, man.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
(audience booing and chattering)
Fucking back off!
Back off!
(tense music)
Tom, brother, you gotta, you gotta leave.
Please. Fuck.
You think that Scargill and
the union is gonna save ya?
You just don't get it, do ya?
Just you lot, you're lions,
but you're being led by a fucking donkey.
(Will breathing raggedly)
Okay, folks.
Think we can say that you
have been a wonderful audience.
Excuse me. My dad thinks you're shit.
(audience members booing)
- Thank you.
- Oi, you soft shit.
Get off it.
[Audience Member] Move!
- We'll see you soon.
- Get rid of him.
Okay, come. Go on.
Okay, come on.
Come on, then, ladies and gentlemen.
We have our main act up in just a moment.
Gwen is still going round
with the raffle tickets,
so please don't forget to give generously.
These families need you.
Make way. My audience is waiting.
All right then, ladies and gentlemen.
Come on, where are you, you fucking twat?
(chuckles) There he is.
Ah, the moment you've all been waiting for.
Please give a warm welcome to Manic Mike!
(audience cheering)
Yeah.
(upbeat music)
Went to a party the other night
Me and my girl, we were havin' a fight
She's gone
Yeah, baby, she's gone
Oh, oh, she's gone
Long gone
Oh, my best friend plays kinda rough
Offered her a ride in a pickup truck
She's gone
Yeah, baby, she's gone
My baby she's gone
Long gone
(Clay sighs)
Fuck.
(Clay sighs)
(somber music)
Oh my God. What the hell?
(scoffs) Yeah, I know, right?
Yeah, I think me and the lads
are gonna get out of here for a bit,
somewhere we can all have a chat. (Sighs)
And, um, look, Chrissy,
thanks for standing by us
and supporting the band.
I really mean that.
Uh, uh, we're all clear in here.
So let's take off, yeah?
Yeah, um...
I'll see ya later.
Bye. (Sighs)
(doors thud)
Vim, take us down to the bay, mate.
Somewhere where we can all chill.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, I could use a smoke.
Yeah, Good idea. I'm up for that.
(rain pattering)
I think your dad was in that scrap.
Yeah. Yeah, he was from what I saw.
Stupid old bastard.
(engine rumbling)
(waves lapping)
That's the last time I'm
doing a gig like that, lads,
I'll tell you that.
Me neither.
Embarrassing.
But Aisha.
What?
[Davey] 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 fuckin' van.
He's lost his head over
her, then, you know that?
Yeah, you're boring
me with it now, Davey.
Oh, just shut the fuck up!
I'm sorry about your van.
You better fuckin' fix it.
I will. I will.
Bring it down to the shop next week.
I'll sort it.
Thanks, knob jockey.
(waves lapping) (gentle music)
Here's one for ya.
How do you confuse a miner?
You show him a line of shovels
and tell him to take his pick.
(Davey snorts and laughs)
(group laughs)
Here. I got one.
What do you get if you drop
a piano down a mineshaft?
I know this, I know this.
Um, a flat miner.
Oi, oi, oi, oi. Don't steal it.
Sorry. (Group chuckling)
Oh, what about this? What about this?
What do you call a bloke with two spliffs?
Double jointed.
(group laughs)
- What?
- Oh, you twat.
(group laughs)
What?
Hey, Ravs, have you got those samosas?
Yeah. Somewhere.
Come on.
[Ravvi] There. I got 'em.
Oh, they're a bit squished.
(Davey scoffs)
- Fuck's sake.
Ah, it don't matter.
Hand 'em over.
Here you go.
What have we got, what have we got?
Oh fuckin' hell, they are squashed.
Oh!
Mm. (Chuckles)
(Ravvi coughs)
I bloody love your mum.
Better watch out, Ravvi.
We know he likes 'em a bit older, eh?
(group laughs)
- You!
Don't say that about my mum.
(Clay laughs)
Right. I'm gonna go for a lash.
(shells crunching)
- Oh.
- These are good.
Incredible.
[Vim] Lads, come and have a look at this!
We don't wanna see your dick, mate.
Not that, you dickhead, this.
(gentle music) (singer vocalizing)
(footsteps crunching)
I'll say one thing for this shit hole.
(waves lapping)
It's got a pretty view.
Yeah. (Chuckles) I'll never
get bored looking at that.
(engine rumbling) (tense music)
(tense music continues)
(door thuds)
Morning, squire!
(grunts) Morning, sir.
I wonder if you'd take a
look at my suspension for me.
I bumped a curb earlier and, you know,
just give it a general once over, would ya?
Yeah, I tell you what, leave it with us,
and I'll get one of the
lads to have a look.
Splendid! Yes, well,
I'll leave it with you.
I'm running late for a meeting.
So, look, yeah, the name's Derry.
No worries.
Like I said, leave it with us.
I'll get one of the lads to have a look
and then we'll give you a call.
Wonderful, I'll see you later.
Thank you very much. Keys are in.
No worries, sir.
That fucker.
What?
That were Derry Knight.
Oh, him?
Looks like he's got a few quid.
Yeah, some of it ours.
Well, you can you have a look.
Oh piss off.
I'm not touchin' the thing.
Until I get my tape, you
tell him he can get fucked.
Just have a look.
All right, you old
rock star you. (Chuckles)
Where have you been? You're fucking late.
Yeah, sorry, a mechanical malfunction
with the car, old boy.
Oh, thank you.
- Help yourself.
- Don't mind if I do.
But don't let that worry ya.
Here's something for you.
Okay.
Well look, I've got these
demo tapes finally done
for all the bands.
At least they got something
to show for their cash.
Yes, well I actually care
not for those, old chum.
You can do what you like with those.
Hey, look man, this isn't cool
what you're doing, you know?
Oh, come on!
You're not getting all soft and sentimental
over them, are ya?
They couldn't give a toss about you, mate.
These bands have their own selfish agenda.
Hey look, man.
(fingers tap)
These bands, they have hopes,
(tapes rattle)
And they have dreams, as
did I a very long time ago.
Oh, bollocks.
Yeah, well on that note, I am gonna split
'cause I've got a plane to catch.
Where are you going?
Anywhere where it's
dryer and fucking warmer.
LA perhaps.
New rock scene about to explode over there,
so I'm gonna go and check it out.
So I'll be seeing ya, Derry.
(footsteps thudding)
Yeah, good luck, old son.
[Crowd] Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Clay. Clay.
Good evening, London!
[Crowd and Bridget] Clay. Clay.
[Bridget] Clay? Cup of tea, love.
Yeah. Go on, then.
(Clay coughs and sniffs)
(tense music)
(rotary dial clicking)
(sighs) Come on, you fat
prick, answer the phone.
(phone ringing)
(receiver thuds)
(rotary dial clicking)
- Davey.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think I'm gonna
be a little bit late, mate.
I'm gonna putt round the manor house
and see if that fat punk Derry is about.
He's not picking up his phone.
[Davey] You bloody need to.
What do you mean?
[Davey] Derry. Strollin'
around in expensive cars, mate.
He was in the garage today.
Really?
Yeah, really.
Don't worry about being late, mate.
The fuck have we got
to rehearse for anyway?
Davey, stop.
Mate, we need to kick on, you know that.
I need you, mate.
[Davey] Yeah, well good luck.
See you in a bit, yeah?
Yeah. All right, bye.
(receiver thuds) (Clay sighs)
(engine puttering)
(footsteps crunching)
Hello, mate. Can I help you?
All right, mate. I'm looking for Derry.
[Groundskeeper] Derry? Derry who?
Derry Knight, the owner
of this gaff, 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.
(somber music)
All right, thanks. Sorry
to bother you, mate.
[Groundskeeper] No trouble.
All right then.
(somber music continues)
Please no. Fuck, fuck!
Oi! What are you doing?
Yeah, yeah, all right, mate.
- I'm off.
- Yeah!
(somber music continues)
(engine sputtering)
(groans) Gimme a fucking break!
(strings humming)
[Vim] Clay, are you sure
you didn't see that bastard?
I'm tellin' you, mate,
the place is cleared out.
Doesn't even own it.
Well, what about the studio?
I don't know, Davey.
It's underground. I
couldn't tell, all right?
Shit!
(tense music)
We put everything we fuckin' had into this.
I can't fuckin' believe it.
Yeah, neither can I, mate.
What about the money?
It's gone.
(tense music) (object clatters)
(fist thudding)
Fuck!
(drum clattering) Fuck! Fuck!
(tense music)
Let me just get this straight, all right?
We have no gigs lined up in London,
we've got no tape, and now
we've got no fucking money!
(laughs) Congratulations, boys!
We've wasted our fucking
time with this fucking band!
But, hey, never mind.
Let's all fuck off down to the pub!
Oh, will you just
leave it out? You better
Shut the fuck up you Ponzi prick.
I have had enough of your attitude.
I've had it up to fucking here.
You know what, fuck this.
I'm off.
Guys! Come on.
So that's it, is it? Eh?
Look, no one said it was
gonna be fuckin' easy!
Oh, will you forget about easy, mate?
Look around ya. The world is fucked.
And all we're doing is sanding around
pissin' on each other's shoes.
Nah. No.
Now we're two grand in the hole
and we're no further forward
than when we fucking started the thing!
Vim's right.
We are wasting our time here, boys.
And I am not gonna be the
idiot that this town eats up.
I'm done.
Just fuck off, then!
You know, you're just like your dad.
Weak and pathetic.
What did you fucking say to me?
Go on, then. Come on.
I dare ya.
(somber music)
You know what, mate?
You, you have a good life.
Fuck!
(Clay breathing heavily)
You're a bunch of puffs, all of you.
(gentle guitar music)
(dramatic rock music)
(dramatic rock music continues)
(somber rock music)
(rain pattering)
Out with the Village People again?
I'm not even gonna
respond to that, Aisha.
What? No drinking tonight?
(engine rumbling)
(door thuds)
(engine rumbling)
(bottle thuds)
(footsteps scraping)
(fist pounding)
I need you.
It's all gone wrong.
The money's gone and I
just, I don't know what to do.
Okay, look at me.
I will make this right.
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(tense music continues)
[Dean] Best of luck, fellas.
(tense music continues)
(engine whirring)
(tense music continues)
(gravel crunching)
(tense music continues)
This looks like a nest of vipers.
Come on, Bartlett.
(knuckles tapping)
(tense music continues)
Morning, Burt. Long time no see.
Morning, Joycey.
We're here to see Mr. Derry Knight.
Okay.
Derry, I think it's for you.
Shit!
(tense music continues)
Where does he think he's going?
(doors rattle)
Good Lord.
Oi, stay right where you
are. None of you move.
Bartlett, go and get him.
Yes, guv.
(tense music)
(Derry panting)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thudding)
(grunts) Oh, fuck sticks.
[Bartlett] Derry Knight, you're nicked.
Oh bollocks, copper.
Fuck.
(engine puttering)
(suspenseful music)
(tense music) (waves lapping)
[Chrissy] How long have you been here?
I don't know. I lost track of time.
How could I be so deluded?
[Chrissy] What do you mean?
I thought I'd finally found a way out
of this place doing what I love.
I may as well have just
set a light to that money.
Don't be so hard on yourself.
You weren't to know.
Everything will be okay.
(gentle music) (waves lapping)
You know, things might not have turned out
the way you planned, but maybe the universe
has a different plan for you.
Like what?
(gentle music continues) (waves lapping)
(tense drum music)
(dramatic rock music)
Steel of hope burning
through his fingers
The stench of coal persistently lingers
That pit in his gut
He knows he's stuck in this rock
Black diamonds in his head
Black diamonds sleeping in his bed
Is he gonna survive
Make it out alive
Strikes and banners
Spades and hammers
Women and children don't you cry
Pain and hunger all around
He's gotta get out of
this blackened town
This miner's son is gonna try
Is he gonna survive
Make it out alive
(dramatic rock music)
Is he gonna survive
Make it out alive
Just a miner's son
Just a miner's son
(dramatic rock music)
(lightning cracks) (thunder rumbles)