Pride

...unprecedented violence,

and with the strike

entering its fourth month,

the government insisted

that it will push ahead

with plans to close 20 pits with

the loss of over 20,000 jobs,

an action that Mr. Scargill says

will destroy entire communities.

You can look back in 10

years and you can say:

"In 1984, I was proud and privileged

to be a party to the

greatest struggle on Earth."

I left my number.

Just in case.

Everything's at stake for me.

I'm 27 years old, right?

See you on the march then?

I'm fighting for their jobs, not me own.

We've used the savings up.

We have no money left.

All we've got is pride and self-respect,

and we'll carry on keeping that.

The prime minister today

defended her position.

I can't change my style.

It has to be a style of firm leadership.

One isn't here to be a softie.

You're here to be a good, firm leader.

- Here, Mark, do you wanna play ball?

- Tomorrow, buddy.

- Here you go, Mark.

- Great, thanks.

I've spoken to the council

about your deviant parties.

There's no need to do that.

Knock on the door, we'd let you in.

They're sending a policeman.

Oh, I do hope so.

Mark!

Thanks.

Then the riot squad,

the helmeted policemen

with their plastic shields

were deployed after smoke

bombs were thrown.

- The violence continued.

- Thanks, Dad.

The pickets nearly broke

through the barricade.

The train now approaching

is the 9:
23 to London Victoria.

Is that copper really straight?

Two, four, six, eight.

Is that copper really straight?

Two, four, six, eight.

Is that copper really straight?

Two, four, six, eight.

Is that copper really straight?

Hey, grab a hold of this,

will you, mate?

- Oh, no, sorry. I...

- Five minutes till me friends get here.

- Come on.

- Just that I don't want to be too visible.

- Is it your first Pride?

- Yeah, first anything.

Yeah, well, this is the best way.

You need to throw yourself in.

The thing is,

is I'm actually from Bromley.

Well, don't worry about that.

We're a broad church.

No, it's the train. It's further

out than people think and I...

Oi! I been dragging this

thing since Marble Arch.

What, are they buckets?

Surprised you have to ask that,

coming from Accrington.

- Does anything get rid of love bites?

- No, where's Mark now?

- Listen up.

- Where have you been?

Everyone, take a bucket

and start rattling.

- This is for the miners.

- Miners?

We agreed on a banner, Mark.

It's a show of solidarity.

Who hates the miners? Thatcher.

Who else? The police, the public and

the tabloid press. Sound familiar?

- Surely, Mark...

- But the only problem we've got,

is Mary Whitehouse,

and that can be a matter of time.

- Mark...

- I know, it's not been planned.

It's not been thought through,

but it's a really good idea, isn't it?

Isn't it?

- What am I supposed to do with this?

- Give it to the lesbians.

Oh, for God's sake. Right, looks like

you're off the hook, mate. Good lad.

Whatever Mark says, we do it.

Don't ask me why.

- Disgusting.

- Yes.

We're collecting for the

miners and their families!

Collecting for the miners

and their families, guys!

Gays and lesbians support

the miners and their families!

I was wondering, do you need a hand?

Well, well, if it isn't Bromley.

I mean, my last train's

actually not for ages.

- Gays and lesbians support miners!

- Gays and lesbians support miners!

- Gays and lesbians support miners!

- Support the miners!

Guys, support the miners!

Gays and lesbians support miners!

Collecting for miners!

Support the miners. Come on.

Support the miners! Support the miners!

It's just a couple of

the lads from college.

And one of them lives in Chislehurst,

so he can't be too late, either.

I've got my key.

Just mind yourself on that last train.

There's weirdoes and all sorts on there.

Thanks, Mum.

Hey, Bromley.

Over here.

I'm hiding from that girl.

- Why?

- Broke my heart at a Smiths concert.

I've never met a lesbian before.

Really? I've never met anyone

who irons their jeans.

- I live at home.

- No sh*t.

Is that where you got

that lovely brooch?

That's embarrassing.

It's today.

What are you, 10?

- I'm 20.

- I wouldn't go spreading that around.

You're illegal, darling.

Sixteen for the breeders,

21 for the gays.

Did you learn nothing on that march?

You're still a minor.

- Jesus.

- Victory to the minors.

- Don't make a mess, okay?

- They've counted it.

Well, come on,

you've collected as much as anyone.

Stephanie, were you with

Jeff in The Bell last night?

For f***'s sake, it's a bruise, okay?

My neck is bruised.

No red wine on the floor, please.

Ashtrays!

It was a pretty good march today.

Not much in the way

of beatings or abuse.

Hardly any petrol bombs or swastikas.

Is it me or are the police getting soft?

It's funny, they've stopped hanging

around outside our clubs lately.

What's that about?

Do you think they finally got

sick of all that Donna Summer?

Yeah, headline.

My guess is they went somewhere else.

To pick on someone else.

My guess is that while we're

enjoying a temporary reprieve,

they're here.

Giving these poor sods

the sh*t we usually get.

Now, these mining communities

are being bullied just like we are.

Right? Bullied by the police,

bullied by the tabloids,

bullied by the government.

- Do any of them need a hug?

- No.

What they need is cash.

And they need it urgently.

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