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It was the best experience

of my entire life.

Making pastry?

You wanna start something,

you start it with me!

Lesbians and gays support the miners.

- Oh, thank you.

- Thank you.

Keep it moving, girls. Just put it in.

Victory to the miners!

Lesbians and gays support the miners.

Any donations, sir?

Don't worry about me freezing

to death in Brixton, will you?

Aren't you going to ring your mom?

What for? A long-distance queer bashing?

- Hi.

- Here you are, love.

Why don't I pretend to be your girlfriend?

That way, you get an alibi

and I get to watch The Sound of Music.

- Come to ours, Steph.

- Can I?

Yeah. Orphans of the storm.

No queen's speech, no carols.

Oh, sounds like heaven.

Support the miners.

Very happy Christmas to you too.

There is now a danger that has

become a threat to us all.

It is a deadly disease and

there is no known cure.

The virus can be passed

during sexual intercourse

with an infected person.

AIDS. Anally injected death sentence.

Will you switch that off, please, Tony?

But it's spreading.

- Thank you.

- So protect yourself.

Hello?

Can I speak to Jonathan?

No, he's being creative in the kitchen,

- I'm afraid.

- Take a message.

I just wanted to thank him

for his beautiful card.

Homemade too.

My husband was particularly

impressed with it.

I'll tell him.

Is that a Welsh accent I can hear?

Maybe. The remnants.

I haven't been home

in a long time, so...

We're looking forward to seeing

them all back here soon.

And wish Jonathan a happy Christmas

from all of us in Dulais, will you?

Of course. Of course I will.

Nadolig Llawen to you, my love.

The One O'Clock News from the BBC.

The Coal Board called a press conference

in near despair today after the

collapse of last night's talks

and the strike entered its 42nd week.

The union responded

with a renewed attack

on the government's cuts to benefits

for the families of those on strike.

They're calling it an

attempt by Mrs. Thatcher

to starve the miners back to work.

Severe weather in England

and Wales is set to continue...

Bloody hell, it's bricked up.

Oh, Jesus.

Let's get the stuff unloaded

and share it out as

fast as possible, yeah?

What the bloody hell am I doing?

Right, come on, then. You heard him.

There's noises in the village.

Small voices.

Nothing we can't handle, but...

They wanna go back?

They've been told they'll save

the pits that go back first.

They won't,

but desperate people,

they'll believe anything.

Tell him about the bus.

Our bus has broken down.

And our gas has been cut off,

so we're having baths next door.

We're playing for a tin of beef now.

Remember, all your proceeds

to the strike fund, ladies and gents.

So please dig deep.

There's a pair for you. Happy Christmas.

There you go.

Not even Kim Wilde's got them in orange.

- This is Gethin.

- Hello.

- He's a little nervous.

- Jonathan.

There's no need to be nervous, boy.

- With a good Welsh name like that?

- Where you from, then?

Rhyl, originally.

No. No way.

Listen here, see.

We don't mind the gays and

the lesbians, that's fine.

But don't you dare be bringing

people from North Wales down here.

Stupid bugger.

Come on.

That bus is a lifeline.

It takes the men to the picket.

It takes the food parcels to the

remotest villages. Without it...

All the fours, 44.

We need to start thinking

in larger chunks of money.

Without it they're gonna fail.

Simple as that.

But when are you gonna address

my question about a women's group?

Blind 70.

Stella, this is important.

I know, but this group has

absolutely no democratic process.

What do you need a group for?

- Lady and me, 23.

- To address the women's issues.

Singly and in a safe environment.

What is unsafe about this environment?

Kelly's eye, number one.

I'm a woman, Mike.

Okay? I'm also a lesbian

- and a feminist.

- Listen, love.

I don't care if you're Arthur Scargill.

Don't talk during the bingo.

Tickety-boo,

Thirty six.

For God's sake, leave him alone.

He's not a Girl's World.

But we love him, Mom.

Okay, design speed.

It's called the Great Atlantic Fault.

And it starts here in Spain,

and then it goes under

the Bay of Biscay,

and then it comes up in South Wales.

And then it goes under the Atlantic

for miles and miles and miles,

and it comes up again in Pennsylvania.

My father used to talk about it.

- Yeah.

- And mine.

- The dark artery.

- That's it. Yeah, that's it.

And you could take a miner

from Wales or Spain,

or America, and you could

show them that seam,

and they would recognize it.

There's no other coal like it.

It's perfect.

Pure.

Yeah.

I lost my younger brother to that pit.

Thirty-six years old.

But without it,

these villages are nothing.

They're finished.

That's what I'd say,

if I ever came face to face

with Margaret f***ing Thatcher.

That's what I'd tell her.

The pit and the people

are one and the same.

Yeah.

Well...

Welcome home, son.

Thank you.

Listen to me, everyone!

- I just wanna say something. I...

- Get your feet off those seats.

We've let you down.

No, we have. We haven't

collected enough,

we haven't raised enough awareness.

We know that.

Now, it's not enough to

always be defending.

Sometimes you have to

attack to push forward,

and that's exactly what we're gonna do.

When we get back to London,

and you have my word on this,

we are gonna...

We're gonna do something so spectacular.

And it will be so incredible,

so effective, that the

National Coal Board...

I promise you this.

...will come crawling on

their hands and knees,

in full drag,

to beg you for forgiveness.

Now, victory!

Victory to the miners!

Well done!

Victory to the miners.

As we come marching, marching

In the beauty of the day

A million darkened kitchens

A thousand mill lofts gray

Are touched with all the radiance

That a sudden sun discloses

For the people hear us singin'

Bread and roses, bread and roses

As we go marching, marching

We battle too for men

For they are women's children

And we mother them again

Our lives shall not be sweated

From birth until life closes

Hearts starve as well as bodies

Give us bread, but give us roses

As we go marching, marching

Unnumbered women dead

Go crying through our singing

Their ancient cry for bread

Small art and love and beauty

Their drudging spirits knew

Yes, it is bread we fight for

But we cry for roses too

Go back to where you came from!

No! What...?

- We've come to take back our welfare.

- What are you talking about?

- From all your bloody queers.

- What the hell's going on?

There's normal people who

wanna drink in here as well.

You listen to me, those people

in there are our guests.

Yeah? Well, they wanna watch themselves!

Leave it, Martin. Come on,

for God's sake, man. Come on, leave it.

Come on, Martin.

You so much as lay one finger

on anyone inside that hall,

and so help me God, I'll break

your bloody arms and legs for you.

Come on, come back in. Come on.

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