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(Transcrito por TurboScribe. Atualize para Ilimitado para remover esta mensagem.) Getting up already.

It's our day of action, you said I'd

be there by eight.

Oh yeah, it's ours on Wednesday.

Gary doesn't have any school today.

Industrial action by the teachers.

The action you mean.

Lolling about in the staff room chewing the

fat.

That's not action.

It's not what the industry are that come

to that.

The government view is that current pressure on

money markets is only temporary.

Can I borrow your Jefferson and Romy?

If you bring it back next weekend.

There's a rather good chapter on structuralism and

post-structuralism you should have a look at.

There's a bit on Russian formalism I need.

Make sure Gary does some homework today.

What about Raymond?

Doesn't he have to sign on?

No, tomorrow.

You won't be getting up to the pubs

over there, will you?

No.

Marilyn French is speaking at the ICA next

week.

Sounds interesting.

Beyond power, women, men and morals.

Robin, why don't we get a place together

in London and both commute?

My contract requires me to live in London.

But you're only temporary and it's always me

that has to do this ghastly drive to

whip switch.

What time will you be home?

Don't know.

Don't be too late.

You're overdoing it.

Somebody has to work in this family.

You're not the only member of the department

who published a book last year.

I know that.

Anyway, we tried moving together in Cambridge.

What are we doing now then?

How would you describe our relationship?

I'd say we were very old friends who

spent most weekends together and don't sleep with

anybody else.

At least I don't.

Neither do I.

That's it then.

Replying to the debate, Lord Young said unemployment

was high because we faced the problem of

an economy weakened and distorted by decades of

high wage settlements and low productivity.

And he emphasised the need for greater competition.

Which one will it be?

It's the Association of University Teachers.

It's the name of our union.

Oh yes, we're a member of the TUC.

I suppose that you belong to a union

yourself.

Oi, get him to move on.

You're causing an obstruction to the public highway.

We're exercising our democratic rights.

Oh, I've had enough of this bloody nonsense.

I'm going to sort this bloody lot out.

What's going on?

Sorry about this.

It's a picket of university teachers.

Look, please read the leaflet.

Go on, go on!

Come on!

I think that's Philip's car.

Yes, it is.

Come on.

Morning, Bob.

Morning, Robin.

You're not going to cross the picket line,

I hope, Philip.

I'm afraid so.

Please read the leaflet first.

I think I already know what's in the

leaflet.

Feelings are running high, Philip.

I wish you'd reconsider your position.

Don't let us down, Philip.

There's a meeting of deans I have to

attend.

Philip, we must fight the TUC.

Oh, agreed, agreed.

I just doubt the efficacy of a strike.

I mean, who would notice a picket?

Ah, very sticky-wicky.

Oh, by the way, Robin, could you spare

me a few moments?

What's that?

I don't know.

A little morning, then, perhaps?

Why?

Why?

Morning, Mr Wilcox.

Do you

think they're seeing each other, then?

Is he up?

Oh, God.

Morning, Mr Wilcox.

Morning, Mr Wilcox.

Morning.

Jay Pringle and Sir Namaya, thank you.

Oh, I don't think Rooster ever thought to

sing at the moment, I'm afraid.

Morning, Vic.

Morning, Sharon.

Did you have a nice weekend?

Same as any other.

Make us some coffee, will you?

Little, son?

Your post?

Yes.

I thought you'd like to see our Tracy's

latest portfolio.

What?

Another one?

Well, if you want to be a professional

model, you...

Tell Brian Everthorpe we want to see him

as soon as he arrives, will you?

All right, Charlie?

Come.

Morning, Vic.

Charlie said you wanted to see my...

Morning.

Mr Ryan?

Oh, yeah.

Terrible traffic on the A454.

It's always the same on a Monday morning,

ain't it?

I've been looking at director's expense accounts.

Mm-hm.

Yours is very modest, Brian.

Thanks very much.

I didn't mean it as a compliment.

It's all right.

I'd expect the marketing director of a company

this size to spend a lot more on

overnight stays.

Your mileage is pretty modest, too, isn't it?

I don't know, is it?

I'd say so.

Anything else?

Yes.

I've got a meeting with technical and production

tomorrow morning at 11.

I'd like you to be there.

Right.

See you there, then.

Mr Baxter for you.

Good evening, Vic.

Hello, Stuart.

How are you?

Mustn't grumble.

I've been looking at your last month's figures.

They're rather disappointing.

There's always a downturn in December, Stuart.

You know that, with the Christmas holidays.

Yeah, well, even allowing for Christmas, you're well

below your financial target.

Didn't you tell me you'd be out of

the red by the end of 85?

We haven't got the foundry on song yet.

The cornblowers keep breaking down.

I'd like to scrap the lot and buy

a CNC automatic machine.

It's a waste of money investing in that

foundry.

You'd be far better off buying in.

It's got potential.

They do nice work.

But it's not just the foundry.

I'm working on a new production model for

the whole factory.

New stock control, new purchasing policy, everything on

computer, but it takes time.

Well, time's at a premium, Vic.

Oh, come on, Stuart.

The board's becoming impatient.

For Christ's sake, Stuart, I've only been running

this company for nine months.

Well, nine months is a long time in

this industry, Vic.

Shirley!

Shirley!

The pound remained weak, and the markets are

bracing themselves for higher interest rates sooner rather

than later if sterling comes under heavy pressure.

Today, sterling closed down a third of a

cent at $1.44. It was mixed against

other currencies, leaving its average value unchanged at

78.

I mean, he can't live with me.

I can't live with him anymore.

But I don't understand why he's like that.

He's got no reason to be like that.

Look, there she is now.

I'll go and catch her now, OK?

I'll see you later.

So, what time are we going to meet

again?

Robin, can I see you about my assessed

essay, please?

We've got everything yesterday.

What?

We've got everything yesterday.

Oh, yes.

Um, right, in about five minutes.

Look, could you take my bag, and I'll

see you outside my office.

OK, fine.

Hello.

I don't know what you're saying to me.

I don't know how much it is, but

I'm not paying it.

Everybody's got a picture.

She's done more than anyone else.

I know, but I mean, there's no good

in going on about...

I suppose you happen to know what virement

means, do you?

Oh, what's the context?

Oh, um...

V-I-R-E...

No, no, the context.

Oh, well, this is a paper circulated to

all principals and deans.

At present, resources are allocated to each department

for separate heads of expenditure without the possibility

of virement.

I'm afraid I've never come across the word.

Neither had I before the cuts, then suddenly

it started appearing everywhere.

UGC circulars, working party reports, committee papers.

The VC is particularly fond of it.

It's not in the Shorter Oxford.

Not in any of my dictionaries.

Well, why don't you ask whoever wrote the

document?

Oh, the bursar?

Yes.

I can't possibly ask him.

I've been sitting on committees with the bursar

for the past several months, solemnly discussing virement.

I can't admit now that I haven't a

clue what it means.

Look, Robin, as you know, your present appointment

here is a temporary one.

Yes.

For three years only, and you are now

a third of the way through your second

year.

Yes.

Ah.

We should, of course, be extremely sorry to

lose you.

You've been a tremendous asset to us.

And to the department in the short time

that you've been here.

I really mean that.

Thank you.

But...

But?

I had the feeling you were going to

say something beginning with but.

Oh, yes.

But I just wanted to say that I,

we, shouldn't at all blame you if you

were to start applying now for jobs at

other universities.

There aren't any jobs.

No, not at this moment in time, perhaps,

but if something should be advertised in the

next few months, then you shouldn't feel bound

to serve out the third year of your

contract.

What you mean is...

there's absolutely no chance of my being kept

on when the three years are up?

Well, not at all, as far as I

can see.

You see, each post is frozen as soon

as it becomes vacant.

I'm sorry.

It's no fun at all being dean of

faculty these days.

All you do is give people bad news.

And as Shakespeare observed, the nature of bad

news infects the teller.

And it concerns the fool or the coward.

Would you believe the biggest grouse in the

60s was the noise of construction work on

campus?

I suppose it's like the Big Bang theory

of the universe.

At a certain point in time, it'll stop

expanding and go into reverse.

Well, expensively trained scholars go on the dole.

Right.

A black hole.

Very good.

If you'll excuse me now, I've got a

student.

Of course, of course.

Something important, was it?

Oh, no.

No, nothing important.

Is Philip Swallow going deaf?

Oh, yes, poor old Philip.

It's high-frequency deafness.

He can't hear consonants.

He'll have to guess what we're talking about

from the vowels.

Makes communication a rather hit-or-miss affair.

Symbolic of our plight, wouldn't you say?

Absolutely.

See you at the agenda committee.

Yep.

Come in now.

I'm really glad you've got this place in

Hall.

I think that'll help a lot...

for the moment.

But in the meantime, what are we going

to do about this essay of yours?

You know, what do you need?

Well, I just need a bit of time,

really.

Right, Marion.

I'll give you a week's extension.

Oh, thanks, Robin.

Things should be better this term.

I've got a new job, more pay, less

hours.

Fewer hours.

Fewer hours.

What job's that?

Oh, it's sort of modelling.

I hope you know what you're doing.

Oh, it's all above board.

Really.

Well, what do you model?

I suppose...

I suppose you'd call it underwear.

Oh, Marion.

I need the money, Robin.

The pub job was taking up too much

time.

What can I do if my dad won't

make up my grant?

It's not fair.

I know the feeling.

I'll give you two weeks.

Oh, thanks, Robin.

In the 1840s and 50s, a number of

novels were published in England that are called

industrial novels.

Now, this is because they dealt with the

social and the economic problems that arose out

of the Industrial Revolution.

Now, Mr Gradgrind, in Dickens' Hard Times, personifies

the spirit of industrial capitalism.

He despises emotion.

He despises imagination and values only facts.

Does anybody know how many different products this

company made last year?

937.

That's 900 too many, in my opinion.

We're producing too many different things in short

runs.

We're still making pump housings, starter housings and

bell cranks for cars that were made in

the 50s and 60s.

Not to mention cast-iron radiator fittings and

boiler fittings.

And we're not in the veteran car market

or industrial archaeology.

Professor Swallow, sign these.

That one's urgent.

Oh, and the Vice-Chancellor's Office just rang

to say, could you have your nomination for

the Industry Year Shadow Scheme?

God's name is there.

I don't know.

Nominations were due last Wednesday.

Uh, uh...

Just think for a minute of the industrial

landscape portrayed in 19th-century fiction.

And all those phallic chimneys thrusting into the

sky.

Buildings shaking with the rhythmic pounding of mighty

engines.

Railway engines rushing irresistibly through a passive landscape.

All this imagery is saturated with male sexuality

of a dominating and destructive kind.

The train in Dombey and Son, for instance.

The power that forced itself upon its iron

way.

Ah, this is it.

Who would have thought there'd be anything important

in this pathetic-looking object?

Sometimes I think the VC takes his economy

drive too far.

To all deans of faculties, as you are

no doubt aware, 1986 has been designated Industry

Year.

It is very important that the university should

seize this opportunity to demonstrate that it is

not an ivory tower.

Ah, indifferent to commerce.

A working party set up last year recommended

that each faculty should nominate a member of

staff to shadow a senior executive in local

industry.

Oh, God, it all comes back like a

bad dream.

I was on that working party.

Wasn't I?

Pamela?

We have to rationalise.

Offer a small range of standard products at

competitive prices.

Tom?

Well, I must admit it takes twice as

long to make old Morris housings as to

make any current version.

Ah, and we always have the problem refurbishing

the old moulds.

Well, they can get you shot, most of

them.

That's right.

Excuse me, Fred.

What about the customers who have been coming

to us for years with specialised requirements?

Let them pay through the nose or go

elsewhere.

But the small orders bring in the big

ones and we have to carry some stock

to support them.

I don't believe that, Brian.

It's a question of who's going to carry

the biggest inventory, them or us.

You can't have all crude.

Any buyer will tell you that.

You've got to take the bad with the

good.

A shadow, as the name implies, is someone

who follows another person around all day as

he goes about his normal work.

A regular visit of one day a week

throughout the winter term would suffice.

Ahem.

Well, what about it, Rupert?

Not my cup of tea, I'm afraid.

A cup of tea.

Very good, Rupert.

A cup of tea, I said.

Not my cup of tea.

The tea!

What about you, Bob?

Sorry, Philip.

With all the AUT business over the strike,

it's quite impossible.

You know, I really ought to be able

to order one of you two to do

this.

But you can't.

Not without holding a department meeting to discuss

it.

I know.

There isn't time.

Why not ask Robin Penrose?

Robin?

Good idea.

After all, she's just written a book on

the Victorian industrial novel.

Yeah, she's hardly the same thing, is she?

Well, anyway, why should she, seeing as it's

only temporary?

Well, she's going to need a reference, isn't

she?

Oh, no, that's a thorn.

Women novelists, therefore.

Industry had a complex fascination.

It's not on the conscious level, it was

the other.

The alien, the male world of work, in

which they had no place.

But on the unconscious level, it was what

they desired to heal their own castration.

Their own sense of lack.

Caroline Helston in Charlotte Bronte's Shirley, for instance,

is pining for love for the rather abrasive

mill owner Robert Moore.

Partly because her own life of genteel tea

parties and sewing circles is so trivial and

repressed.

Excuse me.

It's the same problem as set-up overheads

and production time, isn't it?

That's right.

80% of the inventory supports 20%

of the sales.

It's a classic Pareto case.

Pareto's all right if you believe in it.

But you can Pareto yourself out of business.

You end up making one job one day

a week.

Nobody would be daft enough to do that,

Brian, and you know it.

I'm talking about goodwill.

Pringles have got a slogan.

Yes, I know.

If it can be made, we'll make it.

Well, I'm proposing a new slogan.

If it pays, we'll make it.

We see the ambiguous appeal of industry to

the feminine unconscious even more clearly in a

passage from Mrs Gaskell's North and South.

We would do if I could find the

place.

Here we are.

Now, this is a passage where the genteel

heroine Margaret has been taken to task by

her mother for using industrial slang, to which

Margaret says, Well, if I live in a

factory town, I must speak factory language when

I want it.

Why, Mama, I could astonish you with a

great many words you never heard in your

life.

I don't believe you know what a knobstick

is.

Not I, child, replies her mother.

I only know it has a very vulgar

sound, and I don't want to hear you

using it.

I think we all know what a knobstick

is.

Metaphorically.

Ah, Robin.

Well met.

Could you spare me a moment?

I was going for a game of squash.

It won't take long, Eddie.

Something rather urgent has just cropped up.

I think you could be the very person

that the VC is looking for.

The VC?

Shall we...? I don't think I should be

in control of business.

Are you familiar with the term shadow?

Applied to a person, that is.

Wilcox.

You've heard about industry year, I suppose, Vic?

What about it?

The idea is some lecturer from university shadows

one of our executives.

We want to put your name forward.

No way.

Why not?

I don't want some academic berk following me

about.

It's only one day a week, Vic.

Why me, anyway?

Because it's good PR for the group, and

you're our most dynamic MD.

I'll think about it.

I'm sorry, Vic, I've got to tie it

up now.

I'm meeting the chairman at a function tonight.

To tell you the truth, we're a bit

late.

A letter got lost.

What about that automatic core blower?

Stuart, I said, what about that automatic...? Yes,

I heard what you said.

Send me a capex.

I'll run it up the flagpole.

Thanks.

Will do.

And the other?

All right.

Great.

Your shadow's Dr. Robin Penrose.

He'll come to the factory every week starting

this Wednesday.

A medic?

Well, as far as I understand it, he's

a lecturer in English literature.

What?

You read any good books lately, Vic?

Stuart!

All right.

Jesus, wet.

God.

Excuse me, can you tell me if this

is Ragley Street?

All the road signs around here seem to

have been vandalised.

I don't know.

You say you don't know the name of

the street you're in, Goward, is it?

I just work here.

Do you know a factory called Pringles?

Pringles?

Yes.

I can take you there.

No, if you could just show me where

I am on this map.

No, no, no.

I'll take you there.

It's my pleasure.

Just let me settle up with Ali Barber

here first.

Pop me my clothes on.

I couldn't possibly put you to that trouble.

No, it's no trouble.

I can go in there myself.

I work there, as a matter of fact.

I never thought marketing was written.

Riviera Sunbeds, daily and weekly rental.

Oops, sorry.

Somebody else's car got me stuck with mine.

Here we are.

Nice little business, this, actually.

I do know the people.

I could fix you up with a nice

little discount, if you're interested.

No, thank you.

Right, sir.

Super piss, made in Finland.

What's that called?

Kylakti ice, sir.

I'd rather use my own.

It's free.

It's always on tap, isn't it?

Could we get on?

My appointment was for ten minutes ago.

Yeah, right.

Go on, then.

How do you say your name?

Er, Mr Wilcox.

Vic Wilcox?

Yes.

Yeah, you ain't Wilcox's new shadow, are you?

Yes, I am, actually.

Could we get on?

Yeah.

I have to warn you, I've picked up

a bit of a stickle about timekeeping, actually.

Mr Newbroom and all that, if you know

what I mean.

Really?

Yeah, that's my granada there.

Just get on my side and stick silly

to the precinct of the police.

Oh!

Regarding your request for a quotation for steering

box...

KNOCK AT DOOR Yes, what is it, Brian?

Your shadow's arrived, Vic.

He's late.

Shirley, do you mind?

What?

Robin Penrose is a bird.

Robin?

Oh, it can be a girl's name, can't

it?

Only they spell it with a Y sort

of thing.

Stewart Baxter said nothing about a woman.

Very tasty she is and all.

I can tell you that much.

I'm going to have a look.

Oops, sorry.

Not a bad looking wench, I suppose.

If you like that.

What do you think you're doing?

Shh!

He's a little dodgy of predecessors.

He liked to look over his visitors before

a meeting.

You mean he can see into reception from

the...

Shh!

Well, come on, have a deco.

Yeah, I...

Now, come on, she's a cracker.

Come on, Vic.

I met her in the garage.

Did you?

Yeah, yeah.

I think she fancied me.

Come on.

Well, go on, have a deco.