Sherwood

And you've got to make up your mind!

Are you going to accept it down on your knees?

Or are you going to stand and fight,

and oppose the closure and the butchery of your industry?

We'll never be defeated!

We're miners! United! We'll never be defeated!

You saw the scenes which went on in television last night.

I must tell you that what we've got

is an attempt to substitute the rule of the mob

for the rule of law.

A baton blow to the back of the head,

fracturing my skull,

and then baton blows across my back,

my legs and my ankles.

- (reporter) Done by whom? - The police. By the police.

Get them here to see what they are doing.

In spite of the ongoing strike,

ten of the 12 collieries in Nottinghamshire

have defied the union

and are operating normally.

Why aren't you in favour of the strike?

Cause I can't afford to strike. I just can't afford to strike.

Those men in Nottinghamshire

who want to go to work

could be subjected to daily insults and reproaches

by those men who are out on strike.

As some of the local miners walked in,

they were followed by groups of flying pickets

who'd spent the night hidden in Sherwood Forest.

A lot of pickets are very aggressive,

calling us names and throwing stones at us.

We won't be bullied by pickets from Yorkshire.

But I warn you

that if at the conclusion of this dispute

you are still crossing our picket lines,

you will be stained till the end of time as a scab!

Scab! Scab! Scab!

When you live in a village

and come from a village

what's connected to a mine,

what happens in community happens to everybody.

Oh, hello.

Hiya. Sorry.

I didn't know if you were in or not,

so I was just going to post it,

but here.

Are you registered to vote?

Are you registered insane?

- A Tory councillor? - Yeah, why not?

We have a Tory MP in Ashfield now.

The red wall fell. Didn't you hear?

Labour can't take working class votes for granted anymore.

Those days are long dead.

You're all right, me duck.

- (scoffs) - (door slams)

I'll post this anyway.

You can follow me on social media, as and when.

Neel? What is it?

You're out bloody flyering, Sarah.

I'm not! I'm on my way to the hairdressers.

Stop having a go.

Yeah, well, our Danny's Gemma's stepsister, Katrina, said

you knocked on her door, so...

All right, I'm doing a couple of roads

on the way to the hairdresser's.

Do you really think this is the day for it?

How's it looking? Okay?

Look, stop flyering, will you? Not today.

Okay. Okay. I'll see you in a bit.

Noah!

Hey, look! It's Trevor Francis.

- Who? - Who?

First million-pound player.

Notts Forest centre forward.

Fifty-two caps for England who!

Now, then.

See, you've got to be light on your feet, lads, right?

But with power behind you!

Like Muhammad Ali.

Float like a butterfly,

sting like a bee!

Who's that?

Go on inside for your mamma.

- Why? - Go on. Just do it.

Right, that's it, lads.

See you in a bit.

See you.

- (thuds) - (tyres screeching)

Right, I've got to dash.

Hold on. Ian, you're wearing your uniform.

What about the wedding?

Yeah, I did ask, but they said I had to wear it for the photos,

and I, you know, and I've got to salute the Sheriff.

Okay, well, I'll take your suit with me, then,

and you get changed there before it starts.

But you cannot be late.

- No. I've got to go. - Go on, then.

Show me your salute

- for the Sheriff. - (cup clinks)

- I thought that was a salute. - No. That's American.

British, American, British, American.

See you later.

- Ian. - Uh-huh?

Don't be late.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh!

Would it kill anyone of you to clear away your plate just once?

Cindy, turn the telly off!

I always have it on when I'm revising. Mum lets me.

Fine. I'll WhatsApp her, shall I?

Oh, God. Does this make me look like a twat?

Is that better?

Can I have a friend round while you're out, help me revise?

A friend? What friend? And what name?

So, I can do background checks, character references.

And, anyway, no. You're looking after your little brother.

- What time's his new bedtime? - Eleven.

Is it bollocks? Nine.

Noah Jackson, look at... look at me.

What time do you go to bed at home?

- Nine. - Good boy.

No. Anyway, we'll be back by then. He won't want to stay late.

Where have Mum and Dad even gone?

I told you, it's their wedding anniversary. Cindy, off!

Don't call me Cindy! I hate it.

Oh, why did my daughter have to give her kids

such bloody hippy names?

- (Cinderella) What? - (Julie) Nothing!

What do you do on an anniversary?

You go to a nasty hotel in the middle of nowhere

and you have sad sex.

Ah! Cinderella Jackson!

What? It's true.

They go and have nice meals,

and talk about all the nice memories they have

of being married to one another,

including giving birth to two wonderful children,

who are always good at clearing away

their plates and washing up the pots.

Don't you have a dishwasher?

Yes, I do. Here it is.

Here's my dishwasher. Ain't it fancy?

It can do everything, backchat, snarl, moan...

- snarl, moan, grumble. - (doorbell rings)

- Somebody's at the door. - (laughs)

You don't know what I'm talking about, do you?

It's Rod and Emu. Gordon Bennett.

- All right? - Sorry, but he's doing it again.

- Who's doing what again? - You know what.

He's burning rubbish here

when he's got a perfectly good allotment.

The wind's blowing it right into our house.

It makes Fred struggle.

He can't control the direction of the wind, can he? He's not God.

If it bothers Fred so much, why doesn't he come

and have a quiet word?

You know he's not going to do that.

- Do you what, why should he? - Not send his little helper...

- Okay. Ta anyway. - To do his dirty work for him.

Yeah, okay. Bye.

There is quite a lot of smoke, Gary.

It's a fire.

Where there's smoke, and all that.

Neighbours have complained.

Let me guess.

- Wow. - Oh, don't.

Don't. I... I never wear hats.

I feel dead self-conscious. I might just take it off.

Oh, you look...

You look fantastic.

Come on. It's time.

What'd she say?

She said, if you've got a problem,

you need to go round there yourself.

Arsehole.

Now, Fred, that's my sister.

I'm talking about him.

Although she's an arsehole and all.

Scott!

He's just gone out.

Hunting again.

Though, what he hunts I haven't a clue.

Never seems to come back wi' owt.

We need to talk about next week. He's not ready.

What's to get ready?

Daft ha'p'orth's getting sent down.

That's all there is to it.