Yes, as in 'trouble at', although apparently based on real-life incidents. Not satisfied with making us miserable in 'The Village', the TV schedulers have decided we need a bigger dose of dour and dirty everyday folk in days of yore. Fans of 'The Paradise' and 'Mr Selfridge' need not tune in, and fans of 'Downton Abbey' had better stay away too.
Ah, those were the days. Britain at the head of an empire, the richest country in the world by far, none of this workers rights rubbish - they worked twelve-hour days for a pittance and a handful of porridge or they starved in the streets. Welfare? The cause of all ills. Get the masses to work so they know that their place is to serve their betters. Then we can bring industry back to Britain, once again the workshop of the world... - what? Inhumane? Plenty of kids in the Third World work that way today don't they? There are plenty of charities and philanthropists to help, and then talent will out. Any little entrepreneurs among the workers can climb the ladder if they want it badly enough. If they fail, it's their own fault.
This is costume drama a la Ken Loach, which could almost be a schools history series. Dark is this mill (Quarry Bank) and satanic, in the form of overlooker (no pun intended, 'Shining' fans) Crout (Craig Parkinson, who must have bagged Central Casting's no. 1 spot for villains) who treats his favourite girls to a bit of a grope in the privy. As one of them says, he's a well-known "beard-splitter". Life were romantic in them days.
The merchant, mill-owning Gregs are busy fighting the proposed Ten-Hour Bill and advancing the machinery, while the young workers are supervised by a Squeers-like pair. Yes, all cliches, but none the less true for that. Whether this four-parter works out as a drama rather than a history lesson is yet to be seen, though feisty Esther looks set to give her masters pause for thought, or even a pain in the rear. Ah yes, those were the days alright. Decent working conditions were at least in the ascendant and coming closer, rather than being eroded. Go Esther, and we hope you're not turning in your grave.