GE 1996-7 Season 3 Episode 19: The Vault
Note: this is not a transcript, but a working draft of the script, so there may be differences in the aired version.
In the Vault -- Strike
PAUL: Wending, winding, tripping my way downwards to the nether
reaches of the BCN, to the great archival cavern we know affectionately as
“the Vault”, summoned by our commander-in-chief, director of radio, Ish
Lundrigan, to hear another moment from this station’s proud past. How are
you, Ish ?
ISH: Paul.
PAUL: I confess, Ish, I’m surprised to be down here with you this
week.
ISH: Why’s that?
PAUL: Well, I know you’ve been pulling all-nighters, eleventh hour
collective bargaining and so forth...
ISH: I don’t think I’ve slept more than four hours since last Saturday.
PAUL: I love that whole routine, bargaining down to the last minute,
the false bravado, the brinksmanship, and then of course the whole thing
gets settled and everyone goes home and racks up a few more grand on the
old plastic ...
ISH: Not this time. The unions are refusing to budge on any of the major
issues on the table: multi-skilling, dress code, urination time limits,
provision of urine samples for testing, urine control board, urinary tract
hygene council, urination video surveillance--
PAUL: I, myself, am a little concerned about the negotiating teams
fixation on ... matters urinary ... I’m very reluctant to part with a sample ...
ISH: We scrapped the coal-fired transmitter over a year ago, and we’ve still
got 18 stokers on salary !! And the stokers are still representing all the other
units at the bargaining table ! They’re belligerant dinosaurs; they’re fuuu---
PAUL: So, Ish, what do you have for us today?
ISH: They’ve had it too good for too long. They’ve forgotten what it’s like
to walk the line day after day in the cold February gloom; they’ve forgotten
the resolve and cunning of the BCN leadership. They’ve forgotten the
lessons of the ‘59 Strike. Here’s the way Carl Pilgrim saw it go down.
Listen up !!
SFX: TAPE MACHINE ON.
SFX: CHANTING OF STRIKERS ON THE LINE.
CARL: Day 28 of this historic strike -- the first ever in the public sector
in Newfoundland. These men with pickets in hand have seen massive gains
in wages over the past decade, in some cases reaching as high as one dollar
and eighteen cents an hour. Still they are not satisfied. A foreigner has
stirred up the traditionally passive and grateful Newfoundland working
man. The agitator comes not from Communist Russia, but from the soulless
coalpits of Wales. His name, Arthur “Blackie” Thomas, an agent of the
International Coal Stokers and Radio Workers of Great Britain.
THOMAS: (addressing cheering crowd)
CARL: Whipped into a Bolshevik frenzy by this diabolical
mastermind, the befuddled masses begin to dream of atheistic revolution
and free love. Premier Smallwood responds with a firm hand.
CLIP OF SMALLWOOD.
PILGRIM: On Thursday a premeditated assault on the front door of the
radio building on Duckworth Street was followed by a rock-throwing
incident at the legislature. After consultations with the premier, station
director Jabez Lundrigan contracts agents of the Pinkerton Corporation to
maintain the sanctity of law & property. For the Broadcasting Corporation
of Newfoundland, I’m Carl Pilgrim, on the front lines of the class war.
ISH: A great reporter -- a pillar of objectivity.
PAUL: Why wasn’t Carl on strike? I thought everyone in the building
was out in ‘59.
ISH: When Thomas was sent over from Wales to co-ordinate the Stoker’s
strike, Carl saw it for what it was -- an international takeover bid, and he left
the union. A man of principles. It cost him his life.
PAUL: Go on, Ish.
ISH: Oh yes. Electrocuted in a terrible microphone accident in Studio O in
‘62.
PAUL: Back when it had a metal floor.
ISH: Lips burned right into the mesh. The technician working with him at
the time was a fellow by the name of Barry Bursey -- brought in from the
Gander station under union pressure. They said it was because they needed
an enforcer for the BCN Boilermakers back when we had a team in the
Senior A.
PAUL: Right, Moose Bursey-- I remember being at the stadium one
night when they were playing the Caps -- he broke someone’s skull -- was it
Big Ben Breen?
ISH: Of course, when Carl went down, I knew the real reason they wanted
that great palooka wiring up the mics around here.
PAUL: Wow. I’d heard things got heavy in ‘59, but I hadn’t realized...
ISH: Dark times, Paul -- an atmosphere of suspicion and hatred, created I
might add by Blackie Thomas, the most deceitfulpig-headed, bombastic
union blowhard I’ve ever had the misfortune to sit across the table from.
But we outmanouevred him in ‘59, Paul, and we’ll do it again this time.
PAUL: How did you outfox Thomas in ‘59?
ISH: After the third week, when it looked like their side was settling in for
a prolonged people’s war, we regrouped; completely overhauled our
strategy; after a lot of discussion, we concluded that we weren’t
communicating our terms very clearly. So we made a new offer:
SFX: TAPE MACHINE ON. SCREAMING, PANICKING AND
RUNNING CROWD; PISTOL SHOTS AND OCCASIONAL MACHINE
GUN BURSTS.
CARL: Oh my, another volley is fired, and I can see the besieged
Pinkerton men shooting in a desperate attempt to defend themselves from
the savage fury of the strikers. They seem to be directing their fire at a tent
where only moments ago wives of the strikers were sheltering the Red
provocateurs. Placards are strewn everywhere. Oh my, the Pinkerton men
try to escape through the crowd in their vehicle... Men throw themselves
beneath the wheels to block the brave lawmen’s escape.... Oh the
insanity!!!
SFX: TAPE OFF.
ISH: (Laughing to kill himself)
PAUL: The St. Finnean’s Day massacre. How awful.
ISH: Bah! Massacre... A few twisted ankles was all it was. Had orders to
fire over their heads. But it gave the strikers pause, you might say --
brought them to their senses, and back to the table in a more pliable spirit.
PAUL: Well, let’s hope that both sides are in a pliable spirit at the
moment, and any nonsense of this kind can be averted, and that way I’ll be
able to see you again next week ...
ISH: In the vault!