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That's a movie star?

Just a poor little rich
girl on a field trip.

First broken nail, she's out of here.

You should see the girls
that work the factory floor.

They make something that matters.

You're going to burn sister!

Whatever you're running from,
you're safe here now.

An Italian building Allied bombs?

I say two words about this?
You're gone.

You can't let her leave here deformed.
It will destory her future.

Laugh or cry you're
not working the floor.

You're in the office,
that was the deal.

I wanna do more.

They don't need you.

OK.

Fire in the hole!

I love a a sunny test day.

- Good job.
- Very nice!

- Carol.
- What're you doing here?

Gladys... Your parents will never
let you work the factory floor.

Absolutely right, Carol.

That's why I'm never
going to tell them

James won't tell them, who will?

Unless you spill
the beans at dinner tonight.

What do I say if they ask about work?

They won't.
They don't care what I do.

Besides we're just there
to make evens with James

and he's old Harvard chum.

They're trying to get
into business with him.

Well if I crack like
a cooked clam at dinner,

don't blame me.

Don't be such a girl.
Hand me my turban.

This may hurt...

No. I can't feel anything up there.
Is that normal?

Your nerves are still recovering,

you'll start to feel things
in a couple of weeks.

I get the picture, Doc.

I nearly forgot.

Yes! The girls at
the factory chipped in.

Now Vera they'd love to have a visit.

Well I wouldn't.

It's a Veronica Lake.
Perfect for you.

We can't have her in a wig yet, Mom.

It would pinch something fierce.

Not me.

I can't feel a thing.

I know I should be
sad for her and all,

but maybe now she'll
get off her highhorse

and let me take her out.

Sorry, Archie,
Vera may have lost half her face

but she didn't go blind.

Knock it off guys.

It's no joke, what happened to her.

Okay, girls,
let's have a look at you...

Miss Andrews, you're got enough
lipstick on to paint a battleship.

I didn't realize make-up
was a safety hazard.

You spark a fire in the gents?

They could end up
distracted and dangerous.

It's okay Edith.

Looking good McRae.

Next's up are Blue
Shift's 25- pounders.

Artillery's magic bullet.

Blows Jerry's tanks sky-high...

Fix your laces there, Darcy.

Ready for my shift, Mrs. Corbett.

With this flapping thicket of hair?

You wanna to see a conveyor
belt snap your neck off,

do it on your own time.

We don't have time to mop
up bloody bits of rich girl.

Understand?

It's just,
it's not easy if we can't use hair pins.

You think the rules
don't apply to you?

I'm the same as any other woman here.

Ladies, is that right?

Do you find Miss Witham
here to be one of you?

♪laughing, sniffles♪

Oh you can be sure
she's up for a roll.

Lorna Corbett?

She's got like three kids!

Yeah and wound tighter
than a store-bought smoke.

We all know how those burn.

Maybe the enemy bombed us out.

I heard German carriers
can launch fifty planes.

Oh for crying out loud.

I think we'd know if Fritz were
floating up the Great Lakes.

That's a lot of smoke though...

Marco!

The boys need our help!

Stop them. They can't see this...

Edith! Stop them!

You can't go there.

Hold on, girls, we gotta...
get ourselves back inside.

We'd only be in the way.

Ambulances...
I gotta to take them to the test-field.

Was it a bad test-bomb?

One of Blue Shift's 25-pounders.

Misfire. Shrapne hit Archie.

We built a bad bomb, girls.

Back on the floor and be quiet about it
or you'll all be on the hooks.

What do you think went wrong?

Just shup up and keep working.

I will not shut up.

They want us to keep building bombs

we need to know how to avoid
making mistakes in the future.

They got an ambulance to the field.

Good.

Any of that blood yours?

I should've done something.

It was only a split-second.

Archie...

There was so much blood.

He's alive.
That's the most important thing.

You watch.
Someone will hang for this.

... I know.

It's St. Christopher's.

My father says if you trust him,

he'll keep you safe from accidents.

I'm thinking Archie needs
this more than I do.

I hate thinking we might've
hurt our own workers

even by accident.

Likely a new girl.

If you think about it,
any of us could be slipping up,

the way they got us working.

Some times a girl needs a break,
you catch my drift.

It's can be hard to breathe,
with all the amatol.

I gotta admit, there's times I can't see
if I'm filling these right.

The light's all wonky.

Yeah. Never noticed that before...

We could be building bad
bombs right this minute.

God's hands doing the devil's work.

Bad enough the enemy's
trying to kill us.

Now we can't be trusted.

Ladies...

Today's mishap is classified

It does not get discussed
outside these walls.

Understand?

Now one of you overfilled
the amatol again.

This kind of incompetence
will be the ruin of

Victory Munitions,
and lose us this war.

So we're retesting all
you Blue girls tomorrow,

same exam you did to get in here.

Fail it? You're fired.

Are the men being tested?

Our men here don't fill the bombs.

So... the explosion's our fault?

How do you know for certain?

It could be how this place is set up.

Factory's only eight
months old, right?

There's always room for improvement.

Edith, you had some ideas on
how to make the place better.

No idea what you're talking about.

Betty?
You were saying about the, the... trays?

It was just talk, sir. Like women do.

Yeah chittering gossips,
the lot of you.

Keep your lips zipped
and pass the test

or we'll pass on you.

Compree?

Now he knows we "talk." Great.

He'll be all over us even worse now.

I barely passed my first test!

I just wanted him to see
things the way we do.

"We?" It's not your butt
gonna be kicked out the door.

And who feeds my kids then?

Why don't you take a hike,

see if there's a Girl
Guide troop somewhere

that's short a patrol leader.

So he wants doing test us.

I know my job inside out.

- Take a few weeks off.
- No, I need the money.

Besides,

it's good to be around the girls,
doing something...

Writing letters to your own kids?

From Doug.

But Daphne and Skip,

they recognize
their dad's handwriting.

I can't copy it worth a darn.

Edith, you need to
tell them the truth.

Could you break your kid's heart,

tell them Daddy was
shot down and died?

They live for his letters.

And right now,
that's what I can give them.

You need to focus on what matters:

keeping your job.

So you see, James brings his contacts
and entrepreneurial vision...

While Rollie brings
his grocery empire.

Witham Foods has unparalleled
food supply contacts.

Together we'll make
millions on this war.

I get why you want me,

Jim we've got the region's only factory
big enough to deliver your quotas.

But our profit's bigger
on retail projects.

We earn a lot more
canning for folks here.

Except this deal offers volume.

We'd feed an entire
branch of the military.

Who says they'll ever eat it?

Our army's loafing around the English
countryside eating bangers

and clotted cream!

You think that's all our soldiers do?

Well they sure
as heck aren't fighting.

Our troops are sinking
Axis ships in the Atlantic

and protecting Britain
from Luftwaffe raids,

Mr. Treleven.

Sacrifices are being made
here and overseas every day.

I don't much see it.

You don't.

So maybe it's not something
you're qualified to talk about.

My daughter is lending her efforts
in a munitions factory office.

Yes, up there with the secretaries.

And very good at it, aren't you dear?

I'd love to see a factory
full of sweet-faced gals

We're too busy building bombs
that will destroy the enemy.

An enemy you'd happily see go
to battle and fed their own men

Gladys

It was a long day, please, excuse me.

How many bad bombs have we built?

What if one blew up overseas,
in Gene or Stanley's face?

Come on now,
you know that's not going to happen.

All the ways something
can go wrong...

I'll tell you what's
going to go wrong

These fake letters.

Their father died,

it's just plain cruel to
drag it out any further.

He has your penmanship, Bob.

You could copy out
what Edith's written.

Cost you nothing.

You know I'm not going back there.

Since when does pouring
coffee for a factory manager

entitle you to behave
like an impudent brat?

I clearly have nothing to contribute.

There are other ways,
our ways to affect an outcome.

So you powder your nose
and walk downstairs.

You'll titter at jokes,
compliment tie-clips,

and charm Tank Treleven's cold,
crass heart.

That, dear Gladys, is your job.

Hey!

They told me to come on through.

Go away Marco, I'm tired.

Brought these for Archie,
but he's doped up through Sunday.

They're cannoli.

Ever had one?

Go on, we don't want to
see you lose your curves.

It's a soft cheese. Sweet.

Cheese in a doughnut?

It's disgusting.

Easy now, they're my mother's.

Vera...

I've been feeling kinda bad
I might have... distracted you

It's terrible what
happened to Archie.

Being caught up in a blast like that.

Last I remember was black
smoke all around us.

Smoke shouldn't be black.

Your mother.

Tell her they're good.

And you?

Don't flatter yourself.

I've had better.

I'd bet you're belle of
the ball around here.

I haven't left my room yet.

Vera.

There's first impressions...

and then there's what
you make after that.

Believe me, I know all about it.

No offence, Jimmy, but you found
yourself one heck of a sleepy town

I'd kill for some kicks.

Well there's the symphony tomorrow.

This town's got five
girls to every guy.

You think I want some
stale solo viola?

If it's lovely ladies you're after,
Mr. Treleven,

there's an open dance at
the Sandy Shores Pavilion on Friday.

- That's hardly a good area of town.
- Actually it's not so bad.

All right then. Let's meet Sandy.

One benefit to this war, Mr Treleven.

It's bombed out your competition.

You're writing the minister,
telling them my girls are...

"Subpar female employees"?

This is total fabrication!

It could've easily
been one of the men.

Two men were sent to hospital

Marco Moretti nearly
had his head blown off.

We need to find the weak link, now.

We can't be sending
bad bombs to our boys.

Alright ladies.

It's test time.

Let's begin.

Is there a problem, Miss Witham?

Hunky-dory, Mrs. Corbett.

Problems

Do you think you'll
get away with this?

If anyone finds out about this,
there's big problems for both of us.

Get back to work.

Miss. Andrews, Your file here.

Shows training papers, birth
certificate, but no security clearance.

Must be an oversight.
I can bring in my copy tomorrow.

Please do.

I wouldn't want to have
to bother the authorities.

No. I wouldn't want that either.

I heard they're suppose to relax you.

Sure wasn't easy in there with
Lona breathing down our necks.

Yesterday

I was only helping out.

Except noboby put you in charge.

My father,
he says God gives grace to the humble.

So we're just supposed to stay quiet

and take the blame,

when the whole system
here could be the problem?

Nobody wants a Joan of
Arc to lead us to battle.

Let's just put
our heads down and work.

I'm not protecting anyone!

Look at the results,

every woman met our standards.

Of course you'd say that

Mr. Moretti and George Dawson

had a confrontation today
over somebody's mistake.

Perhaps the mistake.

Marco may be a tetchy Italian,
but he knows

how to do his job.

If nobody's off the mark,

I can't just toss you a scapegoat.

Someone on that list
tested the lowest.

That's who we are firing.

Gladys Witham.

Sir, she doesn't need the job.

You can see, all my girls passed.

Right here, Lorna. Your lowest score.

That's my girl.

Unless you'd rather it be
your name I put on the letter.

Seems you can't get
out of here either.

They had me run
the coveralls to laundry

if you can believe it.

So how was testing?
No laugh-riot I bet.

Some girls did better than others.

Oh dear. Are we canning a tenderfoot?

I'm afraid Gladys Witham did fine.

Even Kate Andrews scored high.

No. No. No. Don't you dare say it.

Harold Akins needed someone and

And you picked me to fire?!

I'm only Shift Matron here, Edith...
you think I can control

You and I started on
the line from day one.

If you'd done better in the tests...

Yeah I wonder why I didn't.

Aside from not sleeping
a wink since my husband was

blown to bits,
or worrying how I'll raise two kids,

or how I still can't
tell them Daddy's

never coming home?

Aside from that,
I can't imagine what took my head

out of the game.

You're gotta get another job easy.

Yeah as the gal blamed
for blowing up our men?

I'm sure the offers will flood in.

Look... I'll try and fix this.

You know I feel sorry for you, Lorna.

You're lost in this place without me.

Darn it! Darn it all to heck!

I'm guessing crafts aren't your bag?

Me either.

Should've seen the one
potholder I ever crocheted.

I've seen fried eggs
with better edging.

Who said you could come in here!

Is this... your security report?

Please, Betty. Don't look...

Kate, you need this to work.

It's not real...

Why?

Because Kate Andrews doesn't exist.

How did you get your other papers?

My mother helped me buy false ones.

But no security report,
too hard to forge.

They've got raised seals, watermarks,

If my father finds me...

he'll make sure I can
never leave again.

I may know someone.

Oh Betty...

The thing is...

I'd need to know how much
you were willing to offer up.

I'll borrow, pay what it costs.

It might not be money he wants.

This man can forge me decent papers?

He could get Satan a visa
through the Pearly Gates.

Then let me worry about the price.

Just take me to see him. Please.

You hand the son of a a silverplatter

deal and this is how he repays us?

He's taking a meeting. That's it.

With our competition!

Your bastard friend's
gone across the street,

taking our pitch to
bloody Steinham Foods!

Hello, Father.
A thrilling day at the office?

Don't worry, we'll get him back.

That overgrown weasel can go hang.

I will find somebody else.

Sir, we will not win this
bid without his involvement.

Nobody else has his
scale of operation

or his access to metal.

Don't tell me how to run my business.

You and James are in this together,
Father.

He brought you this deal...

Gladys, I'll see you in the garden...

Why do you even want to
be in business with a lout

like Tank Treleven?

He doesn't give a fig
about our soldiers,

it's all the bottom line with him...

Advice from the girl
who ruined last night's dinner.

"Ruined?" Rollie, that's a bit rich.

Well what else do you call it?

Your daughter reminded us all
why we're in this business

to help win a war.

Well I'm sure as hell
am not in this to lose.

You will if you only
fight for yourself.

And who are you fighting for,
my dear?

It's all just a chance
to play dress-up for you.

This week it's Hepburn?

Next it's Crawford or Greer Garson?

Gladys believes in the cause.

Yes. So long as the cause
features her in a starring role

She proved last night she's
not much of a team-player.

Useless,

Stupid,

Vera...

Aren't you the little candy-striper,

doing the rounds here.

Archie. I heard you were...

Uh... So. Feeling better?

Be up and at-em, no time.

Your face. It's not so bad.

You watch, you'll be right as rain.

I mean it's like she made
out with a cheese grater,

but hey, I don't mind
the look of undercooked bacon.

Can't wait all night to shoot you.

Let's get moving doll face.

That's it.

Try... try leaning forward.

Toss your head back.

Toots, you want this
security report by tomorrow,

you gotta do better.

I can work with your up front
assets and a pretty smile,

but first you gotta show it to me.

It's okay. You can do this.

I've never even worn
one of these before.

Well? You're Kate Andrews now.

New name, new job, new life.

Look at me.

Don't worry about him.

Just focus on me.

Yeah.

Kate Andrews is going to comfort
a lot of lonely soldiers tonight

Father?

This our daughter is
stubborn and rebellious,

she will not obey our voice.

All men shall stone her so shalt
thou put evil away from among you.

Fire? How could they?

From canned Edith, nobody's safe.

You know who they should have fired.

A hat box

Hoping to improve on our turbans?

Our turbans are perfect.

But some things aren't.

And the women who work here
know that better than anyone.

A suggestion box?

We can tell them what's wrong,
no repercussions.

But that just means no...

We know what "repercussions" means.

Yeah. Getting fired
for opening our traps.

But this is anonymous.

If every one of us makes a suggestion
to improve the line,

what can Mr. Akins do?

I dunno, why don't you go
back upstairs and ask him?

So I spent the last couple
of nights going over my notes

on these 25-pounders.

Amatol needs to be sixty-forty
ammonium nitrate to TNT.

Too much TNT in
the mix means disaster.

A disaster, sir, like the one we had.

Interesting theory, Moretti.

It's not a theory.

The smoke from that bomb was black.

That means too much TNT

What are you saying?

I'm saying George Dawson's
on the bottle again.

We've taken care of that problem.

You fired a mother of two.

These women are not
your holy madonnas.

They make mistakes!

Sure, but they don't mix our amatol.

I'm stuck hiring yapping
dames who think darning socks

sets 'em up to fight a war.

I'm not losing another man.

You think you can
win a war with lies?

Whose side are you on, Moretti?

You better make up your mind.

Because I'm not the only
one starting to wonder.

So you buying
a record-player or a bicycle?

Neither.

My first payday may be my last.

No sign of your photographer.

Chet's a man of his word.

That man's a... a pornographer.

That filth will be
out in the world now

and I can't ever take it back.

I never should have let
you force me into this.

Force you? I tried to help you!

Mrs. Corbett needs my papers today.

If she goes and calls the police?

She'll find out
my whole life is a lie.

Left this in the change-room.

What's it doing out here?

So... get any suggestions?

A box-full!

Now this is practical:
"Stop wrapping your hands

around those bomb caps
and wrap them around my..."

Here's another suggestion:
"Quit your job so a man can do his."

You think this is funny?

How about this one "get out of
your trousers and back in the kitchen."

Or better yet, get into my trousers!

What do you say, little Miss Fury?

We got you a whole box of solutions,

easy enough,
even you could pull 'em off.

Got no right talking to us like that.

It wasn't us they were aiming at.

So they bully the Princess.
Then who's next?

They were just having a laugh.

Well I ain't busting a gut.

These pinheads think
we should work six days a week

and never have an idea in
our pretty little heads about

how we do our own damn job.

You got a suggestion there for me,
Betty Boop?

Who's next?

What, you got nothing to
say for yourself, Witham?

A suggestion box.

Who here's playing this stupid game?

We all are.

We're the ones who work the line.

Why not have a say in
how to make it better?

Why go looking for more trouble?

Sometimes bad things...

there's a way to find
something good out of it.

Wisdom from a girl who can't even
deliver me her own security report.

Mrs. Corbett,
I know you're nearly management here,

but even you couldn't
stop them firing Edith,

one of the best workers we got.

We don't want bad bombs
any more than you do.

Regular powder breaks to
allow for greater focus.

Discourage the men's crass talk,
as it is disrespectful and distracting.

Yeah, then hoof it somewhere else!

You're playing with fire.

That's dangerous sport
in this tinderbox.

Back to work.

I hope I didn't just
get us all fired.

Footstools for some
of the shorter women.

Better ventilation to
disperse amatol fumes.

Allow singing to offset
the drowsy effects of cordite

My letter's already on its way
to the Ministry of Defence.

You want to salvage your reputation?

Type up twenty of these suggestions,

the "Akins Report," full review
of productivity and safety.

You could easily trade a little
glory for Edith Mcallum's job.

That ship has sailed, Lorna.

Get back to work.

So you're writing
the letters of a dead man

You got the guy over
the English Channel.

Detail like that'd never
make it past the censors.

Plus your handwriting
looks like a poof's.

So I'm not suppose to try?

Edith's lost everything.

Her husband, her job...

There's something
not right with that.

Geroge Dawson got a strip torn
off him for that bad bomb mishap.

What?

Who told you?

Horse's mouth.

Well George was down at
the legion spouting off how

some Italian so and so finked him
out for taking a few nips on the job.

Apparently your boss laid
down a final warning on him

- They're all the same...
- Where you going? It's ten o'clock.

I know where to find that "so and so"

and I can't have
that conversation at work.

You think I enjoy doing this?

Yes Lorna... yes I do.

See what I mean?

It's good people.

You swank them up.

Of course, there are exceptions.

He's got nerve, showing up here
after stealing my ration pitch.

So make like Jimmy Cagney
and sock him before he leaves town.

I'd happily cram
a grapefruit in his face,

but we have to play it cool.

If we want that contract.

You and Father practically
begged him for his metal.

He acts like he calls the shots
because you told him he does.

It's time to show him your moves.

We had a deal, Chet.

My friends needs her papers.

You girls don't like a fellow
who wastes his time, do?

Except I incurred a few
further expenses on the job.

Oh for crying out loud...

How much?

Two tenners oughta cover it.

You're a weasel, you know that?

Hey these days, security reports
are tougher than passports.

- You're a little light.
- It's my first paycheque.

You wanna bleed me dry, you did it.

I'm sure it's a wonderful
career that you're got,

but like my daddy used to say,

go gentle when you're
choking the golden goose.

Wish I'd seen fire
like that last night.

Here, gift with purchase.

People are going to see this?

This report is going to
get Lorna off your back.

Though now you meant have a few
soldiers wishing they were on it.

So you've got your mints
and your cola...

and a new toothbrush, since
I can't stand to see you come out of

here with your teeth
rotted out of your head

It's the mother in me, can't help it.

Speaking of which,
I should shove off.

Thanks for the visit.

Yeah, It's nice to
see a friendly face

Actually, there's one more
thing if you don't mind.

It's kinda of riduiclous.

Try me.

I was wondering if you might
sit with me and let me...

brush your hair for a spell.

I gotta warn you,
gets ratty back there.

It's how I would settle
myself before bed.

I guess the war pretty much kicked
the girly girl out of us, didn't it.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah...
I'm just feeling things coming back.

You'll excuse us.

You're raining on my parade, Lorna.

George Dawson is the only person
responsible for that accident.

You knew it.

You protected him,
same as Harold did.

You think I rolled over
and watched the wrong person

get punished.

Well, if you didn't, then,

I'm an outsider Lorna, Just like you.

You think I got any
more sway than you do?

Then we circle the wagons too.

In twenty-four hours,
every woman who works the line

is going to know that the drunken sod

who got us into this mess,
got off with just a warning.

You watch Harold's
quota go down the tubes.

You think your girls would do that?

After today? I know they would.

You tell him that in the morning.

You're still a man, aren't you?

You asking for proof?

I want you to talk to our boss

for some ridiculous reason
you're the only person

Seeeing how you nearly got
your brains blown out, Mr. Moretti?

I'll forget this ever happened.

I'll talk to Harold,
get your friend her job back.

I wouldn't want you to feel
this was a wasted trip.

You were splendid. Our Joan of Arc!

Gotta admit, Princess...
you handled that rat like a pro.

Jimmy.

Wish I could've given you
a firm answer while I'm here,

but you're not the only game in town.

No hard feelings.

We've already started tendering
other potential partners.

I thought you said you
couldn't find anyone better.

You're not the only man
who can make a tin can.

Because make no mistake,

Witham Foods has the contacts

and reputation to win this contract.

Not these little companies
you've been talking to.

Relax, Tank,
you'll get a wedding invitation,

no matter what happened.

She's a firecracker, that one.

Yeah when you add it all up,

this war's the best thing
that ever happened to us.

I barely recognise myself.

This is the new you.

And this is for you.

Oh Betty, it's the hair pin.

Thank you.

It's nothing.

I'm so lucky I met you.

You know those
nighmares you're having.

If you ever want to sleep over here.

That's very kind.

But I think I'll be
having better dreams now.

Well that's... just grand.

It was a fun dance...

sure were some dreamboats.

Yes. Definitely. G'night.

Good night.

Bob. Come on.

Bob wake up.

I got Mr. Moretti
to talk with Harold,

You copied them out.

No...

I wrote new ones instead.

That was very nice of you.

So the Eyetie?

Is not quite the enemy
you thought he was.

I don't like him.

A man like Mr. Moretti

should not be working the factory.

It's a disaster waiting to happen.

Well then Lorna?

You get him out.

Yeah I will.

Just gotta figure out how.