Come to Gladstone, come to Gladstone, for a life of misery.
There's a sign up in the factory saying life is quality.
Don't believe it, don't believe it, cause it's all a baccalise.
If it wasn't for the bosses, it would be a paradise.
Over here, Maud!
Hiya Maud!
Hiya Duck, can I get past you?
Oh, sorry Duck.
Hiya. Happy birthday Sharon.
Hiya Maud.
I warned you, let me be clear.
Oh good for you. Have you met my husband Sharon?
Hey up Duck, happy birthday.
Why are you shud? Do you know how old I am?
Look carefully, getting a woman's age right might make you observant,
but it's also very bloody dark.
Just tell him.
Oh no, the big six are here.
Hiya!
Oh, the cavalry's here.
Alright, knock it off lads.
Hey, nice legs Donny.
What's that?
Excuse me, you know what would look good on you?
What?
Me.
Oh, I like the outline, that's awful.
Hiya, you little lovely girl.
Thanks Maud, hasn't me dress a bit short?
Well, no, just don't bend down or we'll see your responsibilities.
Oh, don't worry.
Hey, if there are responsibilities, what are men's called?
There will be liabilities.
The first time we had done the clock with him a lot, he tells me all about it.
Sounds like you have a right life.
We do, especially birthdays, they'd have you upside down in a glazed bin today.
The ones.
The bloody ones, you'd go home looking like Einstein.
I'm coming, I'm coming over.
Oh, come in.
What are you drinking ladies?
Are you sure, Pam?
Yeah, I'll get them in, you'll get the next ones.
I'll never leave it, I'll get my own tart.
I'll have a brown ale tart, Pam.
Yeah, a meat tart, snowball for me, thanks Pam.
I'll have two brown ales and three snowballs.
Coming up.
Where's your Jane tonight, Dan?
Here's her home.
That's a shame.
It's all I asked after her.
Oh, I think it's my sweet, short Jane.
Hey, mate, I haven't seen you around here before.
Oh, that's because I haven't been here before.
I know, I would have remembered.
Oh!
Hey, Maude, we're going to sing happy birthday for Sharon and her men.
All right, oh.
That'll be 85p tart.
Two brown ales.
Thanks, Dougie.
Bye, Pam.
And three snowballs.
Thanks, Pam.
No, I said you'd get a mule.
Yeah, just have it.
Will you give me 10 minutes, Bill?
Need to have a word with the girls.
I'm all rushed.
Right, then.
Before you all have too much, over here.
All right.
She's spoken.
We're glad to sit down, aren't we?
All these shoes.
I am born and before.
You know when we're digging at the sides.
That's what's happening.
Right, then.
What we doing?
So as I said, I spoke to Union, Janet,
and her says for some of this been around,
as long as Girl Friday is worth fighting for.
I reckon there's a few ways of going about it.
Yeah, like getting our pay docked.
But it will need us sticking together on this.
You're out, Pam.
I am?
She reckons the best way is peaceful, persistent protest.
What does that mean?
I don't want to be chaining myself to the kilns.
I've got enough on when we're training.
No one's chaining themselves to anything.
Thank God for that.
I won't stop eating neither.
Go straight from the bust.
What?
We did it in school.
Women went on hunger strike.
That was the bloody suffragettes.
I don't care who it was.
It's never right.
We won't have to do that, don't we?
We definitely have something to say about that.
The project took school.
None of these women didn't eat nothing.
Girls, come on.
What we would be doing then?
We'll be wearing rollers, all of us.
But not just Fridays.
We're coming with our hair and pickle every day.
Every day until he says he accepts Girl Friday.
Every day?
Well, even me?
Yeah.
Same updo.
You have every Friday, Donna.
Oh, you'll go spare.
What if he doesn't accept it?
He'll talk car pay, then what?
I can't take that risk.
Haven't been there long enough.
We're rocking the boat.
We don't know him either.
He might be a nutter.
Look, we've all said it.
Does it affect our work?
No.
No, it doesn't affect our work.
Well, then that's all it should be bothered about.
It can't just come in one day shouting the odds
about something that's been around for donkeys.
It can't.
But Maude, that's just it.
It can.
It's all well and good having this idea from Union Janet,
but her's not doing it.
She said she would if we needed her to.
Look, girls, I can't make you do it.
But I didn't like the way he spoke to us.
And if we don't stand her ground and don't like what that says.
What do you mean what that says?
I mean, he'll think he can do what he wants and threaten us.
He's right.
I'm in.
Think about it, girls.
I'll be going to get ready.
Put the air in pickle the night before
and hope it lasts till Friday night.
It's not fair.
Oh, my, it's a fine it had never old.
I've due to dinner time for Garraben.
There you go then.
And you can't sleep in your olders' neither,
because you'd have an headache.
Yeah, all right then.
I'm in.
Worry if he does actually dock our pay though.
We could work through his dinner and breaks,
try and get more pieces done.
We work as fast as we can as it is.
It won't come to that.
I couldn't do any more pieces of it, right?
Sorry, I'm too up, but we're going
to have to sing Happy Birthday soon before her falls down.
Oh.
Your husband's had a funeral, Mordenhall.
Oh, good.
He deserves it.
Hang on, Bill.
We're plotting protest here.
Oh, blimey.
I forgot about that.
What's happening then?
A protest?
Keep it down, Sharon Duck.
We're wearing our rollers every day
until he lets us have Girl Friday back.
Well, we haven't actually all agreed yet.
That's the idea, though.
Well, he can't dock all of your pay every day
without raising a lot of eyebrows, are you, Rourke?
Exactly, Bill.
He won't.
He'll have no choice but to let us have it.
What about the royal visit?
It's next Friday.
Will you wear them for that?
Oh, don't think of that.
Protests are protests?
Oh, God, all right then.
I'm not best happy, though.
My mum will kill me if I can't pay me board.
It's the right thing to do, girls.
Are we all in?
No.
I'm sorry, girls, but I'm going on my holidays soon,
and I just can't resist.
Happy birthday to you.
Sorry, we're going to have to take our old man and men.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you, Sharon.
Happy birthday.
I forgot you were here.
Happy birthday to you.
Hey!
Give her the bump!
Bloody hell, we need a grave.
I know.
Oh, no.
Out of the way.
Oh, it's on his shoes, she said.
Pam.
I know it seems a lot...
No, I'm sorry, Maude, but it's not fair to keep asking.
Would it awaken it if one of us isn't involved?
Union Janet said it has to be all of us.
Well, you can tell Union Janet that it won't be.
I've had enough.
I'm going home.
Anger!
Oh, come on!
Don't go home.
Bloody hell, what a night.
It's only nine o'clock.
Shall I go after her?
No, sod her.
Where to, then, ladies?
Oh, not bad near, is this?
People starting to dance, Luke.
Who likes it cos it's cheap?
No, I don't.
I don't.
Don't it?
What?
Luke!
Oh, my God, how long's he been there?
Well, he looks half-cut, so I'd say a while.
Shall I get him over?
No, Deb.
Jack!
Right, I'll leave you to it, girls.
I'm off, though, before me and us wouldn't go the same way as Sharon.
Nice.
Nice, Maude.
See you.
Oh, and thanks, Maude.
It's a great idea.
Well, I'll see you Tuesday.
In your rollers.
Tuesday?
Bang holiday, isn't it?
Oh, yeah.
It's best keeping it between us.
Have a good night.
Yeah, we won't say nothing, Maude.
See you, Maude.
See you, Mundy.
Look after each other.
We will.
Oh, my God, he's coming over.
Hiya, ladies.
You having a nice night?
Yeah, we're doing the protest next week.
Clara!
Well, we're not.
She's kidding.
Anyway, are you making friends, all right?
Yeah, sit here, duck.
Where are you going?
Me and Clara are going to get the drinks in.
Are we?
Yes, come on.
Well, I'd still prefer my own drink, if that's all right.
Hey, it's the flower pot girls!
Did you just call your pals the flower pot girls?
Yeah, it's because we say we smell of turps.
I can confirm you don't.
Good.
I like your dress.
Oh, thanks very much.
I didn't know if it was a bit short.
It is a bit short, but there's nothing wrong with that.
Where are you going tonight?
I don't really know.
I'm with Bill and the alefellas, so they'll probably be going to bed.
Where are you going?
We're not sure yet.
Clara wants to stay here, but whatever we do,
you're more than welcome to stay out with us,
if you don't mind being with the girls.
I like being with the girls.
Here you are, snowball time.
Tardeb, what do you want, Clara?
A fudge of brown ale.
I need it way and all.
Will you watch the drinks for him in, Jack, while we go to the toilet?
Of course.
I like being with the girls.
Maybe he's gay.
He's not gay, Deb.
Well, he's a very ladies man, though.
Don't be pushy.
He doesn't seem like a ladies man, does he?
Well, we never do.
I like being with the girls.
That's good.
He could have just been trying to flirt, but badly.
What did you say?
Nothing, I just laughed and then you two came over.
It is a bit strange.
I think he's strange, Dawn.
She's strange.
There's no little buckles on the ankles.
It's that Sandra Malcolm.
Who?
From Besix got off with Jason last week.
And was that the one that snogged that bloke last?
I could hear you.
And I saw you last week giving me daggers and jollies.
God knows what he saw in you anyway.
Looks like you've had your fingers in a light socket.
Oi, and you look like an oar.
Say that again.
It's all right, Clara, I didn't give you daggers.
Yes, you did.
At least you can do is admit it.
Oi, she said she didn't give you daggers,
so she didn't give you daggers.
And what's it got to do with you?
Everything. Got a problem with that?
No.
Come on, let's go somewhere else.
Dive in here anyway.
That's it, you keep walking.
To our depths.
Come on, before she gets off with Jack in all.
I did think she looked like a rock in all.
Do you want to dance?
With you?
Unless there's someone else you prefer.
Yeah, all right then.
Come on, don't.
Ignore him.
Come on, Donny.
I didn't know the song was going to change.
Well, no, you wouldn't.
Do you want to sit back down?
Do you?
I don't.
Good.
We'll stay then.
You look beautiful.
I don't.
Thanks.
You do.
Go for it.
Come on.
Come on, Donny.
It's going to be all right.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We can't turn you down.
I'm feeling it in my heart.
Yeah, yeah, it's gonna be OK.
Yeah, give us another one of those chips.
I'm going on a strap.
I'm getting off TV shoes off for killing me.
That's better.
Oh, gosh, what time is it?
Half past 12.
Who is it?
Tonight's load.
Well, you were stuck to Jack for the last part of the night.
Thought it was going out back getting surgically removed.
Is he got cancer?
Yeah.
He's got leukemia, isn't he?
Yeah, he is quite nice.
I can't believe he fancies me.
Give him over. He's lucky, have you?
There he is.
You ready for next week, girls?
Yeah.
Bit nervous, I am.
We'll be all right.
It's the right thing, do.
I know, but what about Pam?
She could end up ruining it for all of us.
It's making me wary, honestly, thinking about it.
I don't know if we should.
We can't go back now.
We've told Board and we've got stick to it.
It's not like he's going docker pay just like that.
We'll be here bald up.
I mean, a build up.
I like a bald up for when it kills always.
No good for your hair, is it?
It's not as fine as it says.
But we are right, won't we, Deb?
Of course we will.
We've got no choice, girls.
Can't let him talk to us like that.
You're right, Bear.
I sometimes wish I'd said something to my mum years ago.
I know it's only joking, but sometimes it does hurt my feelings.
Still time, Clara.
You can tell her.
Yeah, you can.
I'll see.
Night, girls.
Thanks for walking me back.
No, no, don't. Come here.
I haven't had any proper friends before.
It's really nice.
Oh, Clara.
Go in yourself, you bugger.
See you on Tuesday.
In your own words.