Made in Dagenham

Dagenham,

on London's River Thames,

is one of the great anvils

of the motor industry.

At this and other plants,

Ford of Britain

shape and fashion 3000 cars

every day.

The biggest single

motor manufacturer in all Europe

and fourth biggest in the world.

Ford of Britain can produce

3100 vehicles a day

and 1.5 million

of the Ford Cortinas...

Under the stylish bonnet,

a smooth, silent V4 engine.

Luxurious seats.

Handsome all around.

Slip away in style.

Located in five European countries,

Ford facilities now occupy

more than seven square miles,

with a total covered floor space

of almost 42 million square feet.

Eileen, you got more support there

than the Arsenal.

At least I ain't got bee stings for tits.

Oh, all right. Cheeky.

Desmond Dekker stirring up

a storm with "Israelites"

on the hottest day of the year

so far.

So girls, don't forget your bikinis

and try and stay cool.

Here we go.

Connie? When you get a moment,

can you just have a walkthrough?

Just give me five minutes

to settle in.

Morning. Morning, morning.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I overslept.

How's George?

Don't ask.

I've been up half the night.

You're all right, you've got time.

Man!

Ladies, if I could

interrupt you a second...

- Come on. Cover up.

- Please, ladies behave.

Cover yourselves.

Cover yourselves up.

Oh, here he is.

What if your husbands saw you?

What would they say, eh?

Come on, girls,

this is important!

Thank you, Connie. Thank you.

Shut up! Now, shut up.

Do you wanna hear

what I gotta say or not?

Yeah.

Right.

Now, listen.

To quote

Winston Churchill himself,

this ain't the end. It ain't even

the beginning of the end.

Oh, for f***'s sake, get on with it.

Get on!

Look, ladies, please.

I'm doing my best.

Oh, come on.

Now, the deadline

we set the management

to respond to our complaint

about how they've

regarded you unskilled...

Shh!

has now passed. Shut up!

Which means you've gotta vote

on the threat we made

in the original communiqu.

An immediate ban

on all overtime. Right?

And a one-day stoppage

to take place on the 29th of May.

All right? You got that? Right, now,

those for industrial action,

hands up.

Yes.

Against?

Full house!

I'm seeing the management

tomorrow morning,

and I shall inform them

of your decision.

Isn't he gorgeous?

We did it.

First time for everything.

F*** them. Every other bugger

goes on strike, why shouldn't we?

Just don't put it like that

if you get interviewed by David Frost.

David Frost.

I know what you think about him.

It's a bit scary, isn't it?

I feel quite proud of us.

You should.

I fought Rommel in the war,

you know?

I wasn't once scared like I am

when I walk in there, I tell you.

- Happy birthday, Sandra.

- Thanks, Eddie.

Isn't it lovely what they did?

Come on, get up.

Are you coming, George?

No.

Go on then.

Come on, you come.

Connie.

Spoilsport.

Happy birthday, darling.

- Thanks.

- Happy birthday.

Have a wonderful time.

Thanks, Albert.

Oh, leave it out, Dave!

It's all right, it's the fuse box.

Calm down.

Of course it's the bleeding fuse box.

Right.

Oh, no, here he goes.

Altogether now.

It's bloody Liberace.

Oh, God.

Where do you reckon

Brenda's got to?

Where do you think?

You're joking.

No.

Your trim. That'll be hanging

right off in a week or two.

And I bet I know the girl

what sewed it, and all.

Come on, then. Chop-chop,

or we'll miss the buffet.

Want another one, anyone?

I'll have one.

Yeah.

George?

No.

I'll be up all night.

Come on, mate.

Connie, yeah?

Yeah, yeah. Please.

Come on.

Just a little one.

G & T, half a mild. Dave? Salt.

Whole lemons.

Who's next on the dance floor?

You sure you don't

wanna sit down, Sandra?

Are you joking? I want a snowball.

George, you ain't even

tripped the old, uh... Come on.

No, no, no. It's all right.

Please.

Do you mind, George,

if I have this one?

Like to keep me hand in.

Jitterbug, twist, all them.

You be careful. We need

you on top form tomorrow.

What you talking about?

Fantastic.

- No, no, no. Not being funny.

- All right. All right.

- Good night.

- Thanks.

Sandra. Sandra.

Sleep well.

Sandra.

Happy birthday.

- Good night.

- Be good.

Hang on. I don't live here.

Wait.

What?

Now, what was that for?

Nothing. I just like you, that's all.

Yeah? Come here.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Not out here.

You're better than that, are you?

Actually, yeah, I am.

Graham?

Graham. Breakfast.

There you go.

I don't feel very well.

Don't you?

You're not hot.

It's my stomach.

Okay, what's wrong

with your hand?

Nothing.

Well, give us a look, then.

No.

I never done nothing. Honest.

Mr. Clarke again?

It'll be fine, okay?

Now, eat some breakfast

and get dressed. I'll deal with it.

Sharon? Chop-chop.

Eddie. Come on, lover boy.

No, no, just clear off, I'm dying.

We're all dying.

We've all gotta go to work.

Eddie?

Oh, you cheeky cow. Come here.

God.

Balls.

Balls, balls, balls. Bollocks.

Yes?

Mr. Clarke?

Can I have a word?

Of course. How can I help?

You hit my son.

On his hand. Caned him.

And it ain't the first time.

Yes. O'Grady. I remember.

Forgot his protractor.

And it isn't the first ti...

Don't care whether it's the hundredth

time. I don't want you doing it.

You live on the estate,

don't you?

I don't see what that's got...

We find boys

who come to us from the estate

often have difficulty

in adjusting to the standards of

behavior required in a school like this.

It isn't really their fault.

Their parents have never undergone

the full rigor of academic life.

The boys can hardly look to them

for guidance, can they?

But they do adapt in time.

And I'm sure your son will too,

if he's just given the chance.

But thank you for your concern,

Mrs. O'Grady.

Are you all right?

F*** off.

Hold on, is this Sandra's?

Yeah, I know.

Connie? Con?

Sandra's at it again, look.

You've gotta say something.

She hasn't.

You've gotta talk to her.

Don't wave at us, silly cow.

We're moaning about you.

I'll do it.

No, you can't keep covering for her.

I'll talk to her.

Will you?

Here it comes. Oh, no.

Look at that. We

might as well not have a roof.

How many times

have we asked to fix this?

It's not difficult, is it?

Connie, listen.

Albert.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Oh, my God.

- I didn't realize. I'm sorry. Oh, God.

- You were saying?

There's a meeting tomorrow.

At Ford's headquarters

down in Warley.

You're joking.

I'm not.

Machinists threatening strike action,

they couldn't believe it.

- Oh, yes.

- Yeah.

We'll have to make a good strategy.

They'll have Hopkins and Jones

and Grant, miserable sod.

Now, who have we got

on our side? We've got, um,

Monty Taylor from the

head office, he's coming.

There's me, two. You, Con, three.

Well, that leaves us one short.

Why?

Little principle I picked up

in the war, Eileen.

Turn up with more on your side

than they've got on their side

and turn up

when they're least expecting it.

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