Made in Dagenham Page #6

- Come on, take one.

No, I'm all right.

I've gotta go, actually.

So I'll see you all later.

See you.

See you later.

This one's for Connie, you seen her?

I haven't.

I'll give it to her.

Monica?

Oh, is that Connie's? I'll take it.

No, it ain't all your responsibility.

Yeah, I know.

I wanna see her anyway.

- Is that real pineapple?

- You bet.

Can I have some?

Go on, help yourself.

- See you.

- See you.

- Bye.

- Later, Rita.

Come on, girls, get stuck in.

There you go. My God.

- So sweet.

- Yeah, it's just like him.

Connie?

Connie, are you there?

Got you a present.

It's from Brenda's fella. Makes

a change from potatoes, eh?

Albert's been in touch. There's

a meeting down the union.

Sounds important.

Thinks we should be there.

No, I don't think so.

What are you talking about?

Connie?

George is ill, Rita.

You know that.

He's touched.

The strike's just whipping everything

up. I've gotta put him first.

Look, Connie, I know it's hard...

No, you don't.

I'm not his wife anymore.

I'm more like his sister or his...

But I'm his.

That's all he's got left.

Connie, I ain't saying

you gotta give up on him.

You've got a life too, you know.

You gotta live it.

Or the war's gonna end up

destroying two people.

George. George. Shh, shh.

It's all right, it's all right,

I'm here, I'm here, I'm here.

It doesn't matter.

I'll change it, come on.

Out you come.

What the hell do you care?

I know what you're up to.

You're gonna put me away!

George. Stop it.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Monty, this is Mr. Tooley, he's from...

Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor.

Go break the strike, please.

As soon as possible.

I'm not sure you appreciate

whose side I'm on.

Oh, yes, I do. I've been

going through your file here.

File?

You seem to be

on your side, Mr. Taylor.

I beg your pardon?

I don't have to listen to this.

Yeah, that's it, keep walking and in

six months' time, your union won't exist.

Industry cannot afford to pay women

the same rates as men, gentlemen.

That is a fact.

If it is forced to, it will collapse,

under the weight of the extra wages.

Its workers will get laid off.

Their union subscriptions

will disappear

and so will the unions

which collect them.

That means you, Monty.

You would no longer have any reason

to visit these gentlemen via the...

What is it? Berni Inn, is it?

The Queen's Head? The Chequers?

Wow, that's a lot of restaurants.

Not to mention the all-expenses-paid

trips to the party conferences

to the union conferences.

In Paris, no less.

The Gallic rank and file.

Good on you, Monty.

These women get what they want

and you're f***ed.

I'd start thinking less about

what your union can do for you

and more about what

you can do for your union.

Go break the strike.

Please.

Personnel files,

gentlemen.

Everyone's got a weakness,

you just have to find it.

Hello?

Yeah, hello, yes. Yeah, it is.

It's all right. I got your note.

Thank you.

Sorry, I was busy

when you came round.

What?

Really?

Hello, Gordon. You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right. You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Yeah? Course you are. Well,

you don't have to work, do you?

Ey?

You can afford to have principles.

I mean, you ain't the breadwinner.

It's nice. It's a bit extra, but you

don't have to. I have to f***ing work.

Pay the electric and the food

and the coal, the f***ing basics.

Only now I can't.

F***ing idiot.

Do you believe

in this women's strike?

No, I don't.

They shouldn't get the same as lads.

You don't believe in equal pay?

No, no, no. Not for women.

The men are the breadwinners.

The women shouldn't strike

because a lot of them husbands

work here.

Now that the lads have been made

redundant, they're gonna be nervous.

And Monty, Ford has

rattled him, I can tell.

So be careful what news

you share with him, all right?

That's our fridge.

Bingo.

Excuse me.

What's going on?

We ain't paid the HP.

Last of mine went in the electric bill.

How are you set?

You want me to hold

the door open for you?

Go on. I'll make life

a little bit easier for you.

You spent the money.

Ey?

Spent the last of the

emergency, out of the repair kit.

I had to pay the milkman. Not that

it matters, we ain't got a fridge.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Could have put him off till next week.

He wanted paying.

Should've told him we didn't have it.

Right.

I'm in charge of the money.

Ain't much f***ing good at it,

are you? We might have some left.

Welcome to the real world, Rita.

This is being on strike.

You run out of cash and you

end up screaming at each other.

What happened to you?

Oh, shut up.

Don't you tell me "shut up." Eddie...

Hi, Rita.

All right, Marge?

I thought you were back at work.

Can you come in now?

In a minute.

No, no, we're still on strike.

Oh, right.

Sharon.

I was sure

I saw your Sandra

down the factory.

Sandra?

Yeah, it was her.

Love, in a minute.

I'll see you later, all right?

All right.

I'm sorry, love. Mummy's

gotta sort something.

But you said...

Yeah, I know I did.

Eddie? Eddie,

can you look after Sharon?

I'll be back later, love.

It's all right, sweetheart.

Yes. I like this.

This is beautiful. Hi. Sally, is it?

Sandra.

Sandra, yes.

Okay, chin up for me.

Find this light up here.

Find the birdie. There we go.

That's a little bit sexy.

Okay, there we go.

Fabulous, you're a natural.

Let's go down on the floor, here.

I like that. I like that.

And I f***ing well like that.

I don't know about you guys,

I've forgotten about the car.

That's great. Let's go up here.

Let's go nice and high now, guys.

Straight into the camera.

Sandra.

Keep that. Just keep

the pose going there, Sandra.

I'm sorry, can I just take a minute?

Do you wanna get...?

I need a minute.

Sure.

This is something I've always wanted.

I know.

I mean, I don't even know

if I really care about equal pay.

I mean, it's still a shitty factory.

This is just a brochure,

but, you know...

It's only trade, but it'll lead on.

Get my foot in the door,

you know?

I just don't wanna let you down.

You haven't let us down.

You haven't gone back to work,

have you?

Because that's

the deal here, isn't it?

They set up this shoot,

you go back to work?

Only you haven't gone back

to work, have you? So...

But if they don't use these photos...

Sandra.

Look at you.

You are a model.

You're a natural.

They couldn't get better.

You could, though.

There she is. Up against

the clock now, my love.

Come along. Drape yourself across

this vehicle. I shall avert my eyes.

How's this look?

No?

Hi, Mum.

Mum, we've gotta go.

Yes. Sorry, darling.

You're going, are you?

You know I am. I said.

Rita asked me to go special.

You gotta fight for what you believe

in. You know that more than anyone.

You think I'd do the same again?

If another war come round?

I know you would.

I love you.

Go.

Minister, the unions

are turning.

The other unions.

Normally, they all band together.

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