Pittsburgh

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Not so many months ago,

the president asked the nation...

for 60,000 planes, 45,000 tanks

and 8 million tons of ships.

He asked this from the hearts,

minds and hands...

of 130 million free men,

women and children.

He asked us to evolve the greatest and most

efficient industrial system in history;

to turn our workshops

into mighty forges of war;

to out-build the aggressors

in every category of modern arms.

In his very words...

"Only by this accomplishment

can we build the arsenal of democracy. "

Planes, guns, tanks and ships have begun

to flow from our factories and yards.

The flow is accelerating from day to day.

The stream is becoming a river.

The river will become a torrent,

a torrent that will engulf...

the totalitarian tyranny which

seeks to destroy the world.

Our answer to the request of the president

flies from atop our flagpole today.

The credit for

its flying there...

belongs to each

and every one of you.

To my partner,

Pittsburgh Markham.

To your friend and mine,

a man, who many years ago...

saw more in a lump of coal than anybody

else in the world, Doc Powers.

To your union leader,

as much responsible for the maintenance...

of our production schedule

as any executive of this firm, Joe Malneck.

But most of all,

it belongs to you.

For you are the partners of our American

boys who are shedding their blood...

on the stormy waters of the North Atlantic,

the desert wastes of Africa...

the rocky crags of the Aleutians,

the steaming jungles of the South Pacific.

For all over the world our partners are

fighting because they know as we know...

that America is more

than a country; it's a cause.

A way of life that is given

even to the poorest man...

more than he could dream of

anywhere else in the world.

What do you say we show

those boys we're behind them...

and get back to work?

To the three of us.

The four of us.

Don't forget Hunky.

To Hunky.

You boys might've

spent your lives in darkness...

if it hadn't been for that girl.

I give her credit for my success too,

for I came up with you.

Remember those days when I was an

old nut with ideas about coal...

and you two were gay young blades

of Coal Town?

Coal Town was your oyster then,

filled with black pearls...

but you couldn't see them.

Maybe it was the sooty mist hanging over the

shabby streets that hid them from you...

as you marched with the daily swarm of

other men up the hill to Wilson's colliery.

A man does not see well when he lives

too long away from the sun.

But like the power in the coal you dug, locked

deep in the earth for a million years...

the force in you

still awaited release.

And the stench and grime of Shaft

Number 7 was part of your heritage.

Hey, that's awful!

- I ran into Joe Malneck this morning, that guy from the union.

- Yeah?

- He's gonna make a deal for us with Wilson.

- What kind of a deal, Johnny?

- Startin' next week, we get six cents more a ton.

- Six cents?

- We'll never get fat on that kinda dough.

- Well, it adds up to around...

- 12 to 15 bucks a month.

- That'll put a lot more grub on our table.

- What're ya gonna do with yours, Johnny? Buy a yacht?

- Aw, go on and laugh.

It ain't much,

but it's a starter.

You guys have been shinin' them bug

torches in your eyes so long you're dizzy.

What're you doin', Pittsburgh?

Pickin' coal or posin' for a statue?

Come on,

get hot on that banjo.

- How'd ya like to have me play a

tune around your ears with it?

- Hello, fellas.

- Hiya, Joe. - Hello.

- You hear about the deal we put over with the company?

- You're doin' a swell job...

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