The Miner's Son

Aw, I can smell ya.

Come on, boys.

Right, you dumb prick, you can smell it.

Jesus, you dirty bastard.

- Be cool, fella. Be cool. - Yeah.

Come on, get in there, boys.

I'm fuckin' knackered.

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!

Yeah.

Ah, you're not wrong, Will.

I'll join you for a few reps, mate.

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.

Money, money, money.

Money, money, money.

Okay, stash your cash, lads.

- Gotta love that. - Stash your cash.

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.

Tommy short hands,

deep pockets.

Was doin' a joke then.

No one's taking fucking notice, though. (Grumbling)

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.

I'll make the change.

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.

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.

The shower has got my fuckin' name on it, boys.

Oi, oi, here he is.

All right, Jackie, boy.

You're a fuckin' panda, mate.

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)

Yes!

(water pattering)

Fuck me. Fuck me, I'm in it.

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.

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.

Oh Christ. How are ya?

Hello, mate. All right.

Let's listen to the radio.

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!

Long way from what I got to say to you.

Christ, Christ. Fuck.

Oh, hi, love. (Door thuds)

Yeah, fuckin' knackered.

Some tea?

Yeah, cheers, love. Thanks.

You all right?

Yeah. How about ya?

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!

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.