The Man in the White Suit
[ Man ] now that calm
and sanity have returned
to the textile industry,
I feel it my duty to reveal
something of the true story
behind the recent crisis--
A story which we were happily
able to keep out of the
newspapers at the time.
The trouble began--
Not in my own mill,
i'm glad to say--
But during my visit to the mill
owned by michael corland,
Which manufactures
an artificial fiber,
similar to my own.
Corland is
a personable young man,
Who seemed to have impressed
my daughter.
He was also anxious
to impress me,
With the idea that his mill was
a sound financial investment.
Output is excellent.
Six million yards
of filament a day.
How many ?
Six million.
That's right,
isn't it, hill ?
Six million feet.
Yes, mr. Corland.
Feet, of course.
[ Chuckles ]
of course.
Good morning. I'm lunching here
with mr. Corland and my father.
They're still looking
around the mill, miss birnley.
Would you care to wait
in mr. Corland's off--
Um, michael.
Hello, daddy.
Good morning, mr. Hill.
Now, now, daphne,
please don't interrupt.
I'm having a most
illuminating tour.
This way ?
This way, mr. Birnley.
Oh, this way.
Thank you.
How's it going ?
Sticky.
Why, what does he say ?
Oh, nothing.
That's the trouble.
Oh, that's only his
"kingpin of industry" act.
"Forty glorious years
in textiles." Don't
let it get you down.
I'm sure he'll put up
all the money you want.
[ Clattering ]
Sorry... sir.
Come on. Come on.
Of course, it's hardly
up to what you have
at birnleys.
Quite.
Eh, for instance, sir,
if you'd step this way.
Mr. Green, perhaps
you would show mr. Birnley...
The latest thing
you've been working on.
[ Liquid bubbling ]
[ Rhythmic bubbling, gurgling ]
Just a moment, green.
Thank you.
What's this ?
I really couldn't say,
mr. Birnley. Mr. Green,
Perhaps
you would explain.
Gladly.
Well, it's, uh--
Obviously, it's, uh--
[ Whistles ]
[ Green ]
mr. Wilkins ?
Yes, sir.
Is, uh, this yours ?
No, sir.
[ Green ]
harrison ?
[ Wheezes ]
Yours ?
No, sir.
I thought it was... his.
[ Men chattering ]
well, does it matter,
really ?
Merely a matter
of interest.
Fotheringay ?
Could you spare us
a moment ?
What is this ?
[ Rhythmic bubbling,
gurgling continues ]
Don't you know ?
I think it was
a special job.
Who for ?
Come along.
Come along.
Who authorized it ?
Apparently you did.
[ Corland ]
really, mr. Green, you must know
whether you did or did not.
[ All talking at once ]
What does it matter, anyway ?
I think you're being very ru--
There must be some quite
ordinary explanation.
It's ridiculous.
The thing can't
have grown there.
Mr. Hill, will you
please find out
what this is about ?
Yes, sir.
Green, check with
the accounts department.
Of course. Take them
the order number.
Uh, very good, sir.
Right away, sir.
"3-7-8-2-5. 3-7-8-2-5."
"3-7-8-2-5.
3-7-8-2-5."
[ Rhythmic bubbling,
gurgling continues ]
[ Chattering ]
I'm so sorry.
I really shouldn't
start asking questions.
On the contrary.
Shall we lunch ?
Yes.
I think you've seen
just about everything.
Yes, i think i have.
"3-7-8-2-5."
Here it is.
[ Diners chattering ]
4,000 ?
But spent on what ?
Hydrogen, sir.
Heavy hydrogen.
This is absolute nonsense !
Oh, for heaven's sake !
I want to aim
at materials and designs,
Combining the strength
and simplicity...
Of the old english
hand loom weavers,
with the color and fire...
Of the flemish
or provenal.
Now, if i had
an extra hundred thousand--
Ahem.
Excuse me, sir.
After lunch, hill.
It's very urgent.
After lunch, hill !
Where was i ?
Well, you mustn't
let us keep you
from anything vital.
No, it's nothing.
Nothing.
[ Coughing ]
What is it, michael ?
It's nothing.
Excuse me,
will you, please ?
So i told him.
Mr. Wilkins !
Yes ?
Mr. Corland wants you.
He's in accounts.
Mr. Harrison !
[ Gulps, coughs ]
They want you, too,
in accounts.
Excuse me.
Could you tell me where
[ Bubbling continues ]
[ Woman ]
stratton !
Mr. Corland wants you !
No, mr. Corland,
you're not firing me.
I resign.
I'm not a cheat, nor a swindler.
I did what i did because
there was no other way.
I may have had just
a menial job here,
but at cambridge,
They gave me a first
and a fellowship.
I would be there still
if they hadn't been
so shortsighted.
Just as you are
and all the others
i've worked for.
But one day,
there'll be someone
with real vision.
I shall have a laboratory
given to me.
A proper laboratory,
with really modern equipment.
And assistants of my own.
No, don't interrupt me.
It's small minds like yours
that stand in the way
of progress.
But this is too big a thing,
bigger than you--
[ Water sloshing ]
I see you've been discharged
from your last six positions.
Seven.
Oh.
Oh, well, perhaps
a change in environment might--
Oh, no, it must be
a textile mill.
I see there's a vacancy
at the birnley mill, but--
Birnleys ?
Yes, but--
They have a research lab,
haven't they ?
your qualifications.
They want a works laborer.
Oh, that'll suit me.
[ Machinery clacking ]
That's a nice place
to leave it, isn't it ?
Sorry.
[ Hits door ]
[ Clattering ]
Sorry.
Don't mention it.
You've got it loaded
too heavy.
Have i ?
You want to leave it
so you can see over the top.
Oh. Yes, of course.
Thanks.
New, aren't you ?
Uh, yes.
Never worked
in a mill before ?
Oh, yes, several.
I know.
Leave school,
Into the first
blind alley job
that comes along.
Too old for that.
Into another and another.
By the time you're 30,
what are you ?
Flotsam floating
on the flood tide
of profits.
There's capitalism
for you.
It wasn't quite like that.
I got a scholarship
to cambridge.
But you hadn't got
the old school tie.
Oh, you can't tell me.
Discrimination.
I've seen plenty.
Where were you going
with this lot ?
The loading bay,
i think they call it.
You were going
the wrong way anyhow.
It's down there.
[ Siren wails ]
tea up.
Better leave it.
Oh, tea ? No thanks.
I think i'd rather--
Tea break !
We had to fight for it.
Just a moment.
Look, uh, we'd better
help you with it.
It's very delicate.
Yes, sir.
Pete, give us
a hand with this.
And get these gentlemen
some overalls.
Well, where's sid ?
Sid !
Sid !
No, no, quite wrong.
Sid !
Where's it got to go ?
Up to the lab.
It's an electro--
And electrola--
An electron microscope.
Ah, at last !
We'd better go
and check this over.
Mm, it's a beautiful job.
No, no !
You must have the gun filament
the projector,
Otherwise you're liable
to put 4,000 volts
through the cathode...
And blow it to bits.
Quite.
That's the specimen stage
i suppose.
The intermediate
alignment section.
This is the specimen stage.
Of course.
[ Man ] it seems to be
all right. If the chief's
satisfied, we'll go.
I don't suppose
you could spare someone
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