It is Christmas Eve, 1970. In the shipping room of a Montreal dress factory, the workers get drunk and decide to go on strike. "So many of the guys I knew on the street are gone dead or crazy, man. There's no escape. This whole country is just one big factory, one big jail, Billy ... "Punks, Billy. All we get now is punks ... I used to have this shipping room running like a new machine, remember, Billy? ... No trouble, no fuss, 'cause...