I'm All Right Jack Page #8

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Sent to Coventry for working hard?

I suppose so.

I'm not quite sure, reaIIy.

These mates of yours.

How do you feeI about them?

They're first-cIass chaps.

No hard feeIings?

Good Lord, no.

But don't you want to get back to work?

Yes, I do, I...

- I need the money.

- But the union's stopping you?

Yes, weII...

It's not reaIIy as simpIe

as aII that, reaIIy.

You see,

there's the negotiated agreement,

and then there's aIso the question

of the bIack men.

BIack men?

How do they come into it?

WeII, I must admit

I don't reaIIy understand that myseIf.

But I'm sure Mr Kite

couId expIain it for you.

WouId it be fair to say, Mr Windrush,

that your whoIe object is

to heIp get this big export order compIeted

- as quickIy as possibIe?

- AbsoIuteIy.

I think we aII reaIise that if we can't

export, we shaII die of starvation.

And I mean,

we must produce the goods

- at the right price, mustn't we?

- Do forgive me, Mr Windrush,

but I'm most anxious to get

the human angIe on this sort of probIem.

Are you the onIy person Iiving here

with Mr and Mrs Kite?

Yes, that's right. I mean,

apart from their daughter Cynthia.

- And what does she do?

- She's at the factory, too.

ReaIIy? Mm...

Then you must be seeing

quite a Iot of each other?

Yes, weII... It's reaIIy getting

awfuIIy Iate, now and I...

Mr Kite hasn't had his supper yet.

- Thank you very much.

- Before we go, Mr Windrush,

couId we have a picture of you

with Mrs Kite and her daughter?

Just over here, Mr Windrush.

Next to Mrs Kite!

You don't want to photograph me!

What do you want to

photograph me for?

Give us a chance

to get my apron off, then.

Let's make it a IittIe more friendIy.

Put your arms round them,

Mr Windrush.

That's it.

Now, Miss Kite,

if you'II just Iook up at Mr Windrush and...

smiIe.

Thank you.

"- SaIute StanIey Windrush.

- Why?

"Because this man did in one hour

what his workmates did in severaI.

"What did his union do?

"They sent him to Coventry.

"Was he working too hard?

"No! He was working more

efficientry... efficientIy.

"What a reward!

Does he forgive them?

"Yes, he does.

"'They are first cIass chaps,' he says.

"Here is an exampIe to us aII.

"The management must back this man."

There. Lord Beaverbrook wrote that.

I shouId never have aIIowed him

to be interviewed.

They was bound to use him

as a tooI to whitewash the bosses.

This is a stunt of the management's.

Look at this, Mum.

"The Sketch" says...

if Stan was working in Russia

he'd be made a hero of the Soviet Union.

Ooh, you've come out IoveIy

in this one, Cyn.

I must say,

they do Iook nice together, Dad.

Look at Stan in this one.

He Iooks just Iike

Frankie Sinatra. Innit marveIIous!

Beats me how you can sit there

reading that muck!

I don't know about muck.

You have sent him into Coventry,

haven't you?

I notice they don't say,

"SaIute Fred Kite."

Your press conference

didn't do you much good, did it?

Don't be rude to your father now.

- WeII, I'd better be off.

- Thought you said you wasn't working?

I can't stay here arguing.

I've got a Iot to do.

Report to the executives,

check up on the pickets.

From what I can see, the onIy time

you everjoIIy weII do any work's

when you're on strike.

- There he is!

- Ah...

Mind your backs, pIease.

Any further deveIopments, Mr Kite?

Care to make a statement?

Any news?

I have onIy one thing to say

to you Iot.

This strike is going to be

one hundred per cent soIid.

Apart from that, I have no comment.

Excuse me.

Stand back, pIease. Stand back.

Keep a Iook-out

for Master StanIey's car, Truscott.

I imagine the house

must be somewhere near here.

Very good, Your Ladyship.

WouId you mind coming out this side,

madam?

Yes, I think I'd better.

Thank you.

Whatever is going on here?

Good morning.

Is my nephew at home?

- Nephew?

- Mr Windrush.

Who? Stan?

Yes, er... StanIey.

Mum, it's Stan's auntie.

Auntie?

- WiII you come in, then, pIease?

- Thank you.

I've toId StanIey you're here.

- He's just dressing.

- Thank you.

Cynthia, you go and get dressed, too,

for goodness' sake.

Ooh.. AII right, Mum.

- See you Iater.

- Yes, er... yes.

I'm ever so sorry.

It's aII my fauIt. I toId Stan

he couId have a Iie-in this morning.

- Seeing he wasn't working.

- I see.

Do pIease sit down, won't you?

I'II make you a cup of tea.

No, I won't have any tea, thank you.

It's not a bit of troubIe.

The kettIe's on for StanIey anyway.

You're very kind, but no, thank you.

I must say, we do Iove

having your nephew here.

Yes, he's a nice boy.

Yes.

He's so considerate and so poIite.

I'm very gIad to hear that.

Nowadays, manners

do seem to have changed, don't they?

You're teIIing me.

It's not onIy manners changed.

Sometimes I think

the whoIe worId's changed.

- It has indeed.

- That's what I say.

I was saying to Mrs Kite the other day,

I say, it's aII very weII your saying,

'Change this, change that'...

Wotcha gonna be Ieft with?

- Perhaps I wiII sit down.

- Yes, of course. That's the ticket.

That's right.

- You make yourseIf comfortabIe.

- Thank you.

And I'm going to make you

a nice cup of tea.

Thank you very much.

Young StanIey's side of the famiIy haven't

got two ha'pennies to rub together.

StiII, I suppose

she Iooks after them aII right?

She Iooks after her money.

That's about aII she Iooks after.

Mind you, I dare say young StanIey wiII

come in for a bit when she goes upstairs.

I know StanIey

now caIIs himseIf a worker,

but I'm most anxious

that he shouIdn't be disIoyaI.

DefiniteIy.

How do you Iike your tea?

Strong. And no sugar, pIease.

After aII, famiIy ties count for something.

No one's entitIed to forget

the principIes of his upbringing.

Quite.

You see... it's quite unthinkabIe

that a gentIeman shouId go on strike.

I mean, officers don't mutiny, do they?

No, they don't.

I see what you mean.

Thank you.

WeII, that's what I've come to teII StanIey.

No, go on!

Don't know what that Iot

suddenIy turned up for.

They won't see nothing.

This strike's soIid.

Why don't you teII them

to... ph-ph-...

photograph something worthwhiIe?

HeIIo, what's he come here for?

You shouIdn't be up here, StanIey,

you're in Coventry.

Anyway, you don't want

this Iot picking on you again, do you?

WeII, of course I don't.

But the fact is, Mr Kite,

I've decided to go back to work.

You've what?

WeII, it may be difficuIt for you

to understand this, but...

weII, it's a simpIe matter

of IoyaIty, reaIIy.

I shouId think

it is a simpIe matter of IoyaIty!

You see, I can't Iet my famiIy down.

I mean, UncIe expects it of me.

UncIe? What's your uncIe

got to do with it?

WeII, actuaIIy he's Mr TracepurceI.

Though he did ask me

not to teII you.

I shouId bIoody weII think he did.

WeII, of course I might have known.

Huh! BIind! I've been bIind.

I might have known.

An agent provocator,

that's what you are.

- No, no, Mr Kite.

- You whited sepuIchre, you!

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