Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Eugene Corbett.
No one can predict what war will do to a man.
I didn't mean like that.
I believe she's trying to flirt?
Is that what you call that.
I date soldiers, not cowards who don't fight.
What do you do? You sleep with strangers and take it out in trade.
There's a common word for that too.
We all know Marco's a war hero waiting to happen.
Still got his father cooped up in that internment camp.
Pa', they're listening.
You bastards. You dirty bastards.
They brought in some guy to question me all night.
I guess they got what they needed.
Your friends, they were telling me about your fiancé.
I'm not discussing James with you.
♪
New girls from who knows where.
Love this war.
You're a bad influence, I'm late.
Enjoy the fresh air, Ma. Days like this,
makes you feel glad to be alive.
Not all of us are on furlough.
I heard you sneak in after midnight again.
It's not my fault the ladies find me irresistible.
I'm starting to worry about you Gene.
Take it easy, Mom.
Besides, no matter how I spend my nights,
I spend my mornings walking my best girl to work.
Now there's a beaut.
BETTY: Look at that, another new batch of workers.
- Just go, I'll be right in. - All right.
Ladies...
- That-That's the thanks I get for saving you from Fritz? - Now, now James.
Gotta run.
See ya, Ma. Whoo!
That a 1944?
Let's keep the road open, Miss Witham.
(Eugene honks car horn)
C'mon! Move that buggy!
What do you think you're doing?
You wouldn't really deny an Ace gunner
a ride in his dream-car, would you?
(Loud honk)
GLADYS: I'm only going as far as the parking lot.
Hello, hi, everybody who's registering come we're going to be signing up right here.
Um, somebody's going to be here to sign you up just in a moment, okay?
Ah, there's our floor matron now.
The new girls are here, Mrs. Corbett.
To be late today, of all days and not even in uniform.
Don't sweat it.
They're girls from small town East Coast;
They don't know what they're missing.
Ladies!
Welcome to Victory Munitions.
There are three good reasons for you to be here today:
Hitler, Hirohito and Mussolini.
Working here is the best chance you'll have
to give them a good swift kick in the pants.
So line up, let's get you signed in
so you can build some bombs.
KATE: The city's so short of workers,
I heard they had to shut down an entire washing machine factory
in Amherst to move them here.
Washing machines, huh?
Guess we need all the help we can get.
Downright sin to be building bombs on a day like today...
even God rested one day a week.
Eugene Corbett, I am not playing hooky with you.
Oh, you know you want to.
I bet you've never let that car loose on the open road.
I prefer to stay within city limits.
That's too bad.
See, a car like that needs the carbon blown outta her every so often.
I don't mind showing you how it's done.
I doubt my fiancé would like another man behind the wheel.
See? Now I wanna drive it even more.
GENE: What, uh, are you doing after work? GLADYS: Um. You know, the usual.
That Gladys sure can hook a guy, even when she's not trying.
All it takes is practice. (guy whistles)
Just don't set your sights too high.
Or too low either. (Kate and Vera chuckle)
McRae, cover me a moment?
Yes, Ma'am.
Regina Harrison?
I go by Reggie.
Fraternizing with soldiers is no excuse for tardiness.
He was fraternizing with me.
I was merely parking my car.
That's not how it looked to me.
You old enough to work the line?
What's it say on my paperwork?
I'm not asking your paperwork. I'm asking you.
I'm eighteen. Born February 12, 1924.
Good with math.
Handy skill to have around here.
Go on in.
I'm late, Mrs. Corbett.
For which I apologize.
The rest of it is none of your business.
- I am his mother. - Yeah, well you're not mine.
You've been avoiding me like the plague for months now.
Is there anything else you want to say to me?
When I have something to say, you'll know it.
Right now, the message is simple;
Stay away from my son.
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BETTY: Actually, you folks keep all your things on this side.
Away from the clean side.
Keep your bags under the benches. And anything metal too.
ALL: (Laughing)
And what you do when you're in line, is you show this.
Make sure there's no pins or rings.
We were all tenderfoots once, girls.
Remember that when you're showing our new coworkers the ropes... Clear!
We ain't that tender, Mrs. Corbett.
Been working factories since before this place was built.
Must've been early shifts before your bed-time.
You're gonna wish you knew half as much as us new girls.
We can all learn from each other.
The training you received before arriving
was with non-explosive materials.
This will be the real deal.
Clear!
The only thing bigger than that girl's mouth is the chip on her shoulder.
- Gee, reminds me of a friend. - Clear!
CAROL: Good luck with your transfer. - Oh, thank you.
What's this? Change of the old guard?
Transferred to the new forty-mill line.
So... Mr. Aikins'll need a new office manager?
I suppose he will.
♪
BETTY: Come on girls. Nice and steady.
Slow down Reggie. It's not a race.
At training they taught us faster pouring means more bombs, to blitz Fritz.
Yeah well pour like that and your amatol levels will be all over the map.
Anything else, Your Highness?
The girl hasn't even been here one hour.
Mr. Aikins, if you need a new office manager,
I feel the position is perfectly suited to a girl of my standing.
VERA: Or maybe the position is more suited to the girl who,
while actually standing, reorganized the entire filing system.
CAROL: I helped! - You licked labels.
And I was tasting glue for days.
The whole system was my idea.
Enough! We've a raft of new workers to process.
But it will be one of us, won't it?
I suppose. If I can get yesterday's purchase orders sometime this week.
Mr. Aikins, I want that job.
And I have plenty to offer, if you let me prove it.
That was a one-time slip between us.
I'm married and, my Minnie and I are very...
I didn't mean that kind of an offer.
I'm the best person for this job.
I've proven I can work an office,
plus I know the factory floor.
Who else here can say that?
You'll be considered on your merits, Miss Burr.
(Indistinct chatter)
No more fun, girls, here comes Mein FÃ¼hrer.
(Laughing)
Betty, don't.
What did you call me?
"Mein FÃ¼hrer." It means "Hitler."
Bets, please let's just have our coffee and be seat--
You got a lousy attitude, ya know that?
I get the job done and that scares you.
No, what scares me is you don't even know how much you don't know.
You calling me stupid?
You're not cranking out spin-washers anymore.
LORNA: Miss McRae?
Gladys. Gladys!
There's a phone call for you in the office. From overseas!
James.
It must be James.
I am not the one causing trouble.
That girl, she's... cocky, reckless...
Have you seen her make a mistake?
She wants to run before she can walk.
Someone's gonna get hurt.
Then help her. We have enough enemies in this war.
- But I... LORNA: You're meant to be a role-model, Miss McRae!
Hello? Hello? James?!
I have a person-to-person call for Miss Gladys Witham?
Yes, this is she.
Hold please.
Gladys?
Yes, James, it's me! Can you hear?
All in one piece, except my heart.
I miss you too darling.
Have you seen any action yet?
Plenty, backstage at the Windmill Theatre.
All those naked showgirls...
Sorry, what?
I just hope you're having as much fun as I am over here.
Hate to see you keeping your knees together on my account.
Who the heck is this?
Eugene Corbett, you lowdown lout!
I am at work!
You gotta admit, my British operator was pretty good.
That was a rotten stunt...
You got me, well and good.
I just keep thinking about that drive
and the wind in your hair. The beach.
Now, how 'bout I pick you up after work?
Not a chance.
And don't even think about pulling a stunt like this again.
I hope for his sake that wasn't your fiancé.
Sorry, Mr. Aikins. Crank call.
And who fell for that ruse?
It was Vera, sir.
But one can hardly blame her. She wouldn't know
what a real Trans-Atlantic phone call sounds like.
Mr. Aikins, there's a Detective Prentiss here,
from the RCMP.
He wants to speak with Marco.
Check they're good and smooth, girls.
Don't want a spur coming our way.
Can you believe Mrs. Corbett raised a son like Gene?
She should take him behind the shed and give him the switch.
Boy, I'd pay to see that.
Ahhh!
- I cut myself, I cut myself... - What?
(Gasps)
Matron!
(Out loud) Stop the line.
She'll need stitches.
No, I'll live. I... should be more careful.
- Ohhh... gonna faint. - Sit down.
Head between your knees.
What did you do?!
Me?! Who said that casing is mine?
You want proof of a mistake? Here it is.
It was her job to check for spurs.
Take Miss Witham to the nurse.
This girl shouldn't be on the line! If Gladys had hit an artery...
The nurse. Now!
Let this be a lesson to all of us.
Our focus needs to be on our work.
It wasn't mine!
Focus on the line, Miss Harrison.
Back to it, girls.
You bloody bastards.
You punish a man for what he thinks?
You're right up there with the fascists."
"So you wanna know whose side I'm on?
Well it sure as hell ain't yours."
These words... sound familiar?
That was months ago.
Look they had been grilling me for five hours,
things got a little ugly.
What?
Two years they've been keeping my father in that place.
Yes, I understand he had a hearing.
Yeah.
We're hoping he'll be out soon.
Oh, your father's release was denied.
How do you know?
They told me.
You know, he's just a frail old man, you trying to kill him?
That's not what it sounds like from the transcript of his hearing.
So what?
You here to rub some salt or what?
You're required to sign in with the police once a month.
Yeah, I am, and it's a real joy going there after working all day...
You're a week late!
Well...
I've been busy.
You're a dark horse, Mr. Moretti.
Our country doesn't bet on those.
"Our" country?
Hey, "our" country is my country too.
Go ahead, treat me like the enemy,
you just might get what you're looking for.
Just sign in once a month, Mr. Moretti.
I'd rather not have to come back here again.
Now...
Mr. Aikins? I want you to know I've found the solution
to the new girls' housing problem.
Great, great. Uh... what problem?
Oh, The Workers Association could only find beds for half of them.
So I got girls to share rooms until we sorted it out.
I made a fresh pot.
I know you usually have your third cup around now.
Vera, can you get me an injury report?
What happened?
Gladys Witham lacerated her arm.
Is she okay?
A few stitches and what's left in there,
will stay in there.
If her father comes at me again, so help me I don't know what...
She's in one piece.
The fact is, the new girls aren't gelling with the old.
Mistakes are being made.
That's the problem with you women. Too damn emotional.
The issue, sir, is that Victory Munitions
is bringing on too many lines... too quickly.
We need to make these girls a part of the team,
or we'll be having more accidents.
Glad you could make it. Injuries and all.
Your mother sure hated having to let me off work early.
You thirsty?
No, I'm fine, thank you.
Come on, Society Girl.
You gonna let a glass bottle get in the way of a nice, cold drink?
'Cause for the record?
Mmm.
It's delicious. (Chuckle)
You are a troublemaker.
GENE: I just do what feels right.
We're cogs in the war machine, you and me.
We deserve a little R & R. Let our battle scars heal.
I suppose...
but it's just a small cut.
See, a soldier can't over-think things.
That's how they get picked off.
Gotta act on instinct.
Were you scared over there?
No. Why? Is he?
Who?
Your guy. Was he scared when he got shipped out?
James was like any normal man leaving for war.
Of course he was scared. And so were you.
Excuse me, hi. Could we get some more drinks?
- Same. - Sure
Mrs. Corbett should've pulled her off the line
after what she did to Gladys.
Come on, McRae, it was an accident.
The first of many.
If our matron won't do something about it, I will.
You got nothing on the girl.
Except I do.
No way she's eighteen. And I'm gonna prove it.
(Splash)
Oh...
I'm so sorry.
Check it out. I'll go rescue her.
I'm... I'm sorry--
Miss Andrews. Keep drying him like that, you'll have the opposite effect.
When you grow up your whole life not allowed to talk to boys
there's not much in that bag of tricks.
Whoa, did I hear that right? You weren't allowed to talk to boys?
Not unless she was reciting the Bible.
"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth!
For your love is better than wine."
Song of Solomon.
What? I was an altar boy.
Yeah, we skipped those passages.
Hey, look, it's never too late to learn, okay?
All right, here's what you do.
You wanna show me you're interested?
Keep eye-contact.
But how do I even know if the boy is interested?
They're not "boys," they're men.
And if a girl's standing and breathing?
A man's interested.
You're looking down again, sweetheart.
My eyes are up here. Good.
What else?
Okay, now, don't come on too strong.
You wanna give him signals but you want to keep them small. Got it?
Small signals. Like what?
Laugh at something he says, touch his arm,
give him a smile.
Let him know the guy's got a shot. He'll take it from there.
- All right. - Try it on me.
(He clears throat)
Oh no, I can't.
You're kidding me.
Try it on Betty. Come on. Practice on Betty.
You're an idiot. I'm not a guy.
Would you help a friend out.
Come on.
Say something funny.
"Something funny."
(Laughs)
Very good.
Okay. Next up? Playing hard to get... Ready?
Well would you look who it is.
- Hi, how're you Jimmy. - Hi.
- Good to see you. - I thought you said you were shipping out?
JIMMY: Not yet, tomorrow.
- Look at you! You clean up well. - Not bad, right?
Let's go get some dinner.
(WOMAN:) That's half our bandages rolled.
They'll be wrapped around our boys in no time.
Mrs. Witham!
Mrs. Corbett, what on earth...
Your daughter is dating my son.
Gladys is an adult.
I'm sure she knows what she's doing.
You don't believe that any more than I do.
Even if that were true, what do you expect me to do?
Rein in your daughter.
Why don't you harness your son?
Your daughter's engaged.
This will come down harder on her than it will on him...
we both know that.
Disappointing, isn't it?
Realizing your child isn't the person you'd hoped they'd become
and that you have absolutely no control over it.
I'm a mother, Adele. Defending my own.
I had hoped to find the same in you.
Must be a wild ride, wondering every day
if you'll be blown sky-high.
There's a thrill every once in awhile.
But nothing compares to riding the tail of a bomber plane.
What's it like?
You go up every night, afraid you're gonna die.
You feel the rumble of the prop,
put your hands on the trigger
and something else kicks in.
There's no better feeling that you get
than cheating death on a nightly basis.
That's gonna scar, you know.
Then it'll be my first.
No way.
Everyone has scars.
That's not true.
Well then, everyone who's ever lived.
Well what scars do you have?
This one? Got it in my first bar-fight,
only one I ever lost.
My tooth went right through my lip.
This is before I knew how to throw a decent punch, by the way.
This one here's from campfire cooking.
But damn, that bacon was worth it.
This one?
My little brother knocked me out of a tree.
Whoa. Some brother.
Some tree.
This here.
Okay that's enough, thank-you very much!
Oh this one is a beaut.
The big one.
Turret on my Wellington took a hit.
Glass shattered.
If it was a direct hit, I wouldn't be standing here.
What are you doing?!
What does it look like?
GENE: Woo! (Out loud) Whoa!
(Laughter)
GENE: (Laughs out loud)
Go on, Society Girl.
Tell yourself all the reasons why you don't want to join me.
Aah! What the hell.
GENE: (Laughs out loud)
GENE: Whoa!
GENE: Whoa. GLADYS: (Giddy scream)
BOTH: (Chuckling, giggling)
Felt good, didn't it?
Once I got used to it.
What made you change your mind?
About coming out to play?
Tired of being a good girl?
I told myself it was to bug your mother.
But the truth is that...
You like me.
I like me, when I'm with you.
That's all I know.
Miss Harrison?
Just... washing up before shift.
VicMu facilities are not for personal use,
that was all part of your initiation.
I know. I'm sorry. Please don't...
Where did you sleep last night?
Bus station.
What happened to your housing assignment?
Showed up,
landlady took one look at me and poof, "lost" my name.
With all the new girls in town now, they can be choosy.
Surely it was a mistake.
It's okay, been on my own since I was fourteen.
I'll find something, I always do.
No girl of mine sleeps in a bus station.
I'm not your girl, Mrs. Corbett.
I'll see you have a place tonight.
The fancy one. Gladys. She okay?
On the mend, and tougher than she looks.
(Knocking at the door)
Two minutes! Then you can clean.
(Knocking at the door)
I said two minutes and then you can clean.
And me without my dust-mop.
Mother. Slumming at this early hour?
No, but I understand you are.
What's going on between you and Eugene Corbett?
Nothing.
And I'm late for work.
So whatever it is you want to say, better get to it quickly.
ADELE: Such a handsome young man.
James is all a girl could ask for.
You can justify it all you want,
tell yourself you'll be discreet.
But once you cross that line,
when James comes back home to you he'll know.
He'll see it in your face, feel it in your touch.
And it will cut through him like shrapnel.
I know what Daddy did to you.
No, you don't.
But keep it up
and you will.
(Gasps)
(Door closes)
Mine's jammed.
AIKINS: - What if we discipline a few of them. LORNA: No, that will only dampen morale.
(knocking on door) Mr. Aikins.
You want to help the new girls fit in?
I have the solution.
I'm listening.
What we need is... a mixer. (Aikins half-laughs)
We've got girls at each other's throats,
we've been accident-free exactly zero days...
and you want me to throw these dizzy hens a party?
VERA: Yes, Sir. AIKINS: (Scoffs)
I worked that line.
And I know that if these girls don't know each other,
they won't like each another.
And if they don't like each other, they won't respect each other. - I get the...
And if they don't respect each other, they can never, ever, work together.
The Victory Beacon has already scheduled a photograph of Blue shift.
So there's no reason the kitchen can't whip up some punch and snacks.
She's right.
It's important for the new girls to feel welcome.
We need to make friends out of strangers.
Thank you, Mrs. Corbett.
Just make sure it works.
Gladys.
I have been agonizing about telling you, but if I don't I will positively burst.
You will never guess whom I saw standing at the corner of College and Yonge,
- prowling for soldiers. - You're right, Carol. I'll never guess.
Vera Burr!
So what?
Show me a woman these days who isn't flirting with soldiers.
"So what"?!
Gladys, you are friends with a patriotute!
You should have seen all the gifts;
They are positively bursting out of her drawers!
I don't see your problem.
Why judge what makes another person happy?
Alleycats who swill beer out of the bottles
and sleep with anything in uniforms
should not be angling to be our next Office Manager.
(Sighs)
You're a snob, Carol Demers.
Well at least I'll be able to wear white on my wedding day.
(Door buzzer)
So what do you think of the party room?
Very nice. Blue shift's on their way in.
VERA: Hi... hello. AIKINS: This looks pretty good.
VERA: Welcome to the mixer.
...and while you're far from your families,
I hope you'll consider this factory your home away from home.
The factory and your country, thank you for your service.
And the line's productivity is up three percent!
So keep up the good work!
Enjoy the mixer.
(Clapping)
Whoo!
Patting us on the back for productivity
when girls are getting hurt.
Thank you, Mr. Aikins! Okay everybody!
Hands behind your back!
Carol, What are you doing?!
It's time to play "Pass the Orange"
it's a hoot and a half.
So the object of the game is to pass the orange
between people without using your hands! (crate slams on table) So...
We'll just get a line of two people here, so...
You here and you here and...
- Psst. - ...and you, come on, just... don't be shy.
Hey, Ma. Came to pick you up.
Yeah, I know darn well who you're here for.
Why do you want to get involved with her?
GENE: You don't think I'm good enough?
No, she's a Witham. And people like the Withams use people like us.
You're going to regret this, Gene.
I'm shipping out overseas soon.
The only thing I'm going to regret is sitting here on my hands.
Here take an orange, there you go. And one for you, and here...
Gladys.
No.
CAROL: Great. Okay, here's another orange.
CAROL: Now I just need another volunteer...
Eating the game I see?
Tastier than horseshoes.
You know, someone really needs to put that girl out of her misery
before she hurts herself.
(Laughs)
I hear the punch is delish. Wanna give it a shot?
Not sure punch is in the cards for us.
Look, I only went out with you 'cause Ivan asked me to, all right?
- Buster! - What?
Hey, least I'm not stringing her along.
We need something to wash down those oranges -- c'mon.
It's quite a gas, I'm telling you.
Hey! Society Girl.
(Whistles)
The whole factory can hear you.
Let's fly.
I don't think I should.
Why not?
It's not a good idea.
Very good, girls! Look how good they are!
I called your school in Amherst.
You were born in 1925, makes you seventeen.
So you know your math too.
You gonna quit, or do I rat you out?
Come on, they bend rules here left, right, and centre.
I ain't the only girl working here underage.
No, but you're the only girl here causing accidents.
So if you don't quit, I'll have you fired.
(Gasps)
Ungh!
Oh! ALL: (Gasp)
AIKINS: Hey hey hey! Get them apart!
Get them apart...! That's it!
What...?
Is this what you had in mind when you said "mixing"?
Stuff it, Carol.
That's it! That's enough!
I'll meet you at the corner.
- Ten minutes. AIKINS: Everybody back!
If you don't show,
- I won't bother you again. LORNA: McRae, enough!
Nothing to see here. Let's try another game, OK?
Any ideas?
(Indistinct chatter)
One second...
Time's up, ladies!
German battleship Bismarck sank what ship
known as the "pride of the British Navy"?
Was it the HMS Hood?
Awwww....
Correct!
(Cheers)
(Cheers - muted)
Guess I didn't wreck the mixer.
Vera saved the day, with some trivia game.
Boys versus girls.
Doesn't sound like a fair fight.
Yeah, neither was this one.
That girl's had a rough go of it.
Yeah, well who hasn't?
She's too young, Mrs. Corbett. Seventeen.
You know how many boys lie about their age
to sign up and go overseas?
You grow up fast on your own
and she's been on her own a while now.
How can you be willing to lie for her?
She's a good worker.
You heard it yourself, productivity is up.
You never let this kind of thing slide!
She made a mistake, Betty.
We start rooting out every girl who slips up,
- we're looking at an empty factory. - Yeah.
Well, if you don't tell Mr. Aikins, I will.
Just remember,
sometimes the harder we fight,
the worse we make it.
Is this what it's like up there?
Flying?
No, it's way faster.
Like this.
Whoa!
Ladies 8, Men 4.
C'mon guys, the girls are cleaning your clocks!
Next question.
Buster's just proud.
Still, he shouldn't have said that.
Seems neither of us are lucky in love.
I just meant...
I was sorry to hear about you and Betty.
More punch?
I'd love some.
Here we are.
For the boys...
Well done.
Who was the third Prime Minister of Canada?
Some right hook you got.
I can fend for myself.
Yeah me too.
Grew up with four brothers.
You rat me out?
Not yet.
This job?
It's the only thing I got.
Big card boys don't let us down.
What happened to your friend, it won't happen again.
You gonna pour amatol my way?
Not on your life.
VERA: C'mon boys, give us the answer. Not a chance.
They're not gonna get it.
All we needed was a common enemy.
Have you seen Gladys?
She left here a while ago.
(Very low voice) I got it. I got it.
(laughs) (car accelerating)
I got it.
I got it!
Gene, I got it.
I got it. Stop it! (Car keeps accelerating)
Stop it!
Gene!
Let go!
Gene!
Let go! Stop it!
Gene!
Stop please.
Oh! (Tires screech)
Whooo!!!
Whooo, that was close!
(Panting)
We... We... (gasping)
We almost died.
That's what it feels like.
Your heart beating like that?
Your life right on the edge?
That's what it feels like you fly.
Hey listen, I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have done that. (gasps) (heavy breathing)
This one's for the boys.
Which factory girl lines up at College and Yonge
to show soldiers a good time?
Anyone?
Vera?
I may not be a soldier,
but if I give you these,
will you give me twenty minutes in the storeroom?
Twenty minutes, Donald?
Word is, you've never gone longer than three.
(Laughing)
Keep them.
They'll look better on you anyway.
(Laughing)
GLADYS: (Yelp)
Can I see some identification please?
Oh dear.
If you were going to completely ignore my advice,
the least you could do was keep the police out of it.
What's going to happen to him?
I imagine he will be charged with reckless endangerment.
They won't arrest a war hero.
What on earth were you thinking!?
Because when these wonderful feelings pass,
you'll be left with nothing but a few tawdry memories
and your name in the mud.
I don't care what people think.
I don't want your life, Mother.
I won't suffer silently for the sake of appearances.
Keeping this from the press,
and your father,
is the last act of kindness I do for you.
From now on, you're on your own.
(Crying)
Donald's an idiot. Don't pay him any mind.
Those gifts,
they're like love-letters.
They help me remember nights when somebody
made me feel beautiful.
I'm not ashamed of any of it.
Then why are you crying?
(Music playing on the Radio)
Something that I didn't mean to happen... happened.
With Ivan.
Somehow I...
flirted with him.
Then he went and asked me to go out with him.
But I won't. Not if you don't want me to.
He's a nice guy.
You could do a lot worse.
You sure it's okay?
Mmm-hmmm.
Okay then.
Help me pick out a new dress?
♪
(Sigh)
By my reckoning,
you rank the best person for Office Manager.
Thank you.
Glad you could see that.
But I can't give you the job.
Not now.
Not after the mixer.
I deserve that job.
I earned it.
I know you did.
But I can't promote a girl with your... reputation.
I just can't.
I never meant for it to go that far.
Yeah. Where did you think it would go?
Carol.
Yes sir?
Place a help-wanted ad in The Star.
I'll be hiring from outside the factory.
Hi, Beautiful.
Packing it in?
Yeah. Heading downtown?
What's it to you?
I thought I'd buy you an ice-cream at Fran's.
Hang on a second.
There's that cop again.
Hey!
Mister Moretti.
Yeah so, I went to the station, reported to my officer.
He said he wasn't the least bit worried.
So why all the fuss?
The fuss is that you have security clearance
to work at this plant.
- You wanna keep it, follow the rules. - Hey!
I follow the rules. Every damn one you throw at me!
Marco, come on...
Tell your boyfriend to behave himself.
I asked about this guy down at the station.
They never even heard of him.
There's rumbling about a new project coming
to the factory means more security.
Maybe that's it.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Hey!
You promised me an ice-cream.
C'mon.
Now that you're staying here.
- I'll make sure that you eat well. - Mmm.
Can't remember the last time someone cooked for me.
It's much nicer cooking for two, don't you think?
Mmm.
- Mrs. Corbett? - Hmm?
There's a man sitting on your fence.
GENE: Woosh... yeah!
...I said bank left! (Making gun noises)
We got a Jerry coming in hard... (Making gun noises)
make some music... (Making gun noises)
Yeah, that's it... (Making gun noises)
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