Made in Dagenham Page #3

Wake up, Dad.

Right. Pull your finger out.

Help your mum.

Square eyes,

what have I told you?

Dad, Martine Clarke's got color.

I've seen it.

Martine Clarke's

got color, has she?

We'll go around her house

and watch it after tea, won't we?

Her mum'll be

pleased.

Look, we'll have color soon.

Once you can rent them.

Eddie, don't go promising color.

We haven't even paid

for the fridge yet.

And the three piece

is still on tick.

Now we've got all this unrest at work.

What unrest?

Oh, that? You had a vote, Rita.

Unrest is when you actually

come out and strike. Blimey.

No, don't look like that.

I'm only joking.

All right.

I'm proud of you.

We all are, aren't we?

Sticking to your guns. We had

a book going on the shop floor.

No one thought you'd

even take the vote so,

yeah, good on you. Well done.

Ain't just a vote now.

Got a meeting tomorrow,

all the bosses.

And I'm going.

Oh?

It's all right, I'll plate

your tea up in the morning

and then if I'm back late,

you can just heat it through.

Apparently, you go to a Berni Inn

on the way there.

That's snazzy.

Isn't it?

It'll be all right, won't it?

Yeah, of course.

We don't have to do anything.

The men will do all the talking.

No, I mean, it's not

too posh in there, is it?

I'm wearing the right stuff?

No, you'll be fine.

I'm so glad you're here.

After you, ladies.

Gentlemen.

Thank you.

- Here you are, sir.

- Lovely.

Do you ever worry about your waist?

You're joking.

That

steak. Barnaise sauce.

It's Monty. He always

insists on coming here.

As long as

the union's paying.

Rita.

Yeah.

Word of advice.

When we get there,

don't let them lure you in.

If they seem to be

asking you a question,

keep your head down.

I'll handle it.

Above all, if I nod, you nod.

Got that?

Right.

That nice, was it?

It's lovely, thank you.

I couldn't eat another thing.

Oh. Mr. Dawson. I'm sorry,

we weren't expecting you until...

It's quite all right. It's no problem.

Oh, and there's four of us.

You might need an extra chair.

Right.

Two teas.

On a previous

occasion,

in a free vote, the girls agreed

to the new grading structure.

They did not agree, however,

as to where they would end up on it.

Which is why we're sitting

round this table.

Look, I understand what the girls

are saying. I just don't...

I'd rather you didn't speak

for the girls, Mr. Hopkins.

None of us here knows

what's in their heads.

The fact remains there's a

formal grievance procedure in place

and the machinists' case

will be heard.

What we can't do

is let them jump the queue.

Peter, look,

you know me. I ain't got

no ax to grind with Ford.

- Am I right or am I right?

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