Dagenham, on London's River Thames,
is one of the great anvils of the motor industry.
At this and other plants, Ford of Britain
shape and fashion 3000 cars every day.
The biggest single motor manufacturer in all Europe
and fourth biggest in the world.
Ford of Britain can produce 3100 vehicles a day
and 1.5 million of the Ford Cortinas...
Under the stylish bonnet, a smooth, silent V4 engine.
Luxurious seats. Handsome all around.
Slip away in style.
Located in five European countries,
Ford facilities now occupy more than seven square miles,
with a total covered floor space of almost 42 million square feet.
Eileen, you got more support there than the Arsenal.
At least I ain't got bee stings for tits. Oh, all right. Cheeky.
Desmond Dekker stirring up a storm with "Israelites"
on the hottest day of the year so far.
So girls, don't forget your bikinis and try and stay cool.
Here we go.
Connie? When you get a moment, can you just have a walkthrough?
Just give me five minutes to settle in.
Morning. Morning, morning.
Everything all right? Yeah, I overslept.
How's George?
Don't ask. I've been up half the night.
You're all right, you've got time.
Man!
Ladies, if I could interrupt you a second...
- Come on. Cover up. - Please, ladies behave.
Cover yourselves. Cover yourselves up.
Oh, here he is. What if your husbands saw you?
What would they say, eh?
Come on, girls, this is important!
Thank you, Connie. Thank you.
Shut up! Now, shut up.
Do you wanna hear what I gotta say or not?
Yeah. Right.
Now, listen.
To quote Winston Churchill himself,
this ain't the end. It ain't even the beginning of the end.
Oh, for fuck's sake, get on with it.
Get on! Look, ladies, please.
I'm doing me best. Oh, come on.
Now, the deadline we set the management
to respond to our complaint
about how they've regraded you unskilled...
Shh!
- Has now passed. Shut up!
Which means you've gotta vote
on the threat we made in the original communique.
An immediate ban on all overtime. Right?
And a one-day stoppage to take place on the 29th of May.
All right? You got that? Right, now,
those for industrial action, hands up.
Yes.
Against?
Full house!
I'm seeing the management tomorrow morning,
and I shall inform them of your decision.
Isn't he gorgeous?
We did it. First time for everything.
Fuck them. Every other bugger goes on strike, why shouldn't we?
Just don't put it like that if you get interviewed by David Frost.
David Frost. I know what you think about him.
It's a bit scary, isn't it?
I feel quite proud of us. You should.
I fought Rommel in the war, you know?
I wasn't once scared like I am when I walk in there, I tell you.
- Happy birthday, Sandra. - Thanks, Eddie.
Isn't it lovely what they did? Come on, get up.
Are you coming, George?
No. Go on then.
Come on, you come. Connie.
Spoilsport.
Happy birthday, darling.
- Thanks. - Happy birthday.
Have a wonderful time. Thanks, Albert.
Oh, leave it out, Dave! It's all right, it's the fuse box.
Calm down. Of course it's the bleeding fuse box.
Right. Oh, no, here he goes.
Altogether now.
It's bloody Liberace.
Oh, God.
Where do you reckon Brenda's got to?
Where do you think?
You're joking. No.
Your trim. That'll be hanging right off in a week or two.
And I bet I know the girl what sewed it, and all.
Come on, then. Chop-chop, or we'll miss the buffet.
Want another one, anyone?
I'll have one. Yeah.
George? No.
I'll be up all night. Come on, mate.
Connie, yeah? Yeah, yeah. Please.
Come on. Just a little one.
G & T, half a mild. Dave? Salt.
Whole lemons. Who's next on the dance floor?
You sure you don't wanna sit down, Sandra?
Are you joking? I want a snowball.
George, you ain't even tripped the old, uh... Come on.
No, no, no. It's all right. Please.
Do you mind, George, if I have this one?
Like to keep me hand in. Jitterbug, twist, all them.
You be careful. We need you on top form tomorrow.
What you talking about?
Fantastic.
- No, no, no. Not being funny. - All right. All right.
- Good night. - Thanks.
Sandra. Sandra. Sleep well.
Sandra.
Happy birthday.
- Good night. - Be good.
Hang on. I don't live here.
Wait. What?
Now, what was that for? Nothing. I just like you, that's all.
Yeah? Come here. Hey.
What are you doing? Not out here.
You're better than that, are you? Actually, yeah, I am.
Graham? Graham. Breakfast.
There you go.
I don't feel very well. Don't you?
You're not hot. It's my stomach.
Okay, what's wrong with your hand?
Nothing.
Well, give us a look, then.
No.
I never done nothing. Honest.
Mr. Clarke again?
It'll be fine, okay?
Now, eat some breakfast and get dressed. I'll deal with it.
Sharon? Chop-chop.
Eddie. Come on, lover boy. No, no, just clear off, I'm dying.
We're all dying. We've all gotta go to work.
Eddie?
Oh, you cheeky cow. Come here.
God.
Balls.
Balls, balls, balls. Bollocks.
Yes?
Mr. Clarke? Can I have a word?
Of course. How can I help?
You hit my son.
On his hand. Caned him.
And it ain't the first time.
Yes. O'Grady. I remember.
Forgot his protractor. And it isn't the first ti...
Don't care whether it's the hundredth time. I don't want you doing it.
You live on the estate, don't you?
I don't see what that's got... We find boys
who come to us from the estate often have difficulty
in adjusting to the standards of behavior required in a school like this.
It isn't really their fault.
Their parents have never undergone the full rigor of academic life.
The boys can hardly look to them for guidance, can they?
But they do adapt in time.
And I'm sure your son will too, if he's just given the chance.
But thank you for your concern, Mrs. O'Grady.
Are you all right? Fuck off.
Hold on, is this Sandra's? Yeah, I know.
Connie? Con?
Sandra's at it again, look.
You've gotta say something. She hasn't.
You've gotta talk to her.
Don't wave at us, silly cow. We're moaning about you.
I'll do it. No, you can't keep covering for her.
I'll talk to her. Will you?
Here it comes. Oh, no.
Look at that. We might as well not have a roof.
How many times have we asked to fix this?
It's not difficult, is it?
Connie, listen. Albert.
I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Oh, my God.
- I didn't realize. I'm sorry. Oh, God. - You were saying?
There's a meeting tomorrow.
At Ford's headquarters down in Warley.
You're joking. I'm not.
Machinists threatening strike action, they couldn't believe it.
- Oh, yes. - Yeah.
We'll have to make a good strategy.
They'll have Hopkins and Jones and Grant, miserable sod.
Now, who have we got on our side? We've got, um,
Monty Taylor from the head office, he's coming.
There's me, two. You, Con, three.
Well, that leaves us one short. Why?
Little principle I picked up in the war, Eileen.
Turn up with more on your side than they've got on their side
and turn up when they're least expecting it.
So who's gonna make the fourth man?
Oh, not me. I'm not going.
Any takers? No?
You want it? Fuck off.
Come on. It's a day off.
- Oh, actually. - Yeah, you all wanna go now.
Yeah. I ain't having that.
What?
Yeah. Go on, Rita. Day off.
Go on, Rita. You'd be great, Rita.
Go on, then.
Yeah, right. What do you have to do?
All right, Gordon? Hello, Sandra.
Think you're going? It's the new Escort. Finally designed
something people like. They can get fucked.
That's right. We ain't working no overtime.
Me and the boys were saying we'd have gone on strike
just having to turn up in a pig hole like this.
You know it's raining here, don't you? Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
- See you tomorrow, Connie. - I think he likes you.
It's going, it's going. The police are being pushed backwards.
There's screaming now. Absolute hysteria.
Now you can see the banners are being used as clubs...
No, they don't want so much.
No, look what you're doing...
Sharon? Don't open my share.
Turn the telly off now, there's a good girl. Now, please.
Wake your dad up.
Wake up, Dad.
Right. Pull your finger out. Help your mum.
Square eyes, what have I told you?
Dad, Martine Clarke's got color. I've seen it.
Martine Clarke's got color, has she?
We'll go around her house and watch it after tea, won't we?
Her mum'll be pleased.
Look, we'll have color soon. Once you can rent them.
Eddie, don't go promising color.
We haven't even paid for the fridge yet.
And the three piece is still on tick.
Now we've got all this unrest at work. What unrest?
Oh, that? You had a vote, Rita.
Unrest is when you actually come out and strike. Blimey.
No, don't look like that. I'm only joking.
All right.
I'm proud of you. We all are, aren't we?
Sticking to your guns. We had a book going on the shop floor.
No one thought you'd even take the vote so,
yeah, good on you. Well done.
Ain't just a vote now.
Got a meeting tomorrow, all the bosses.
And I'm going.
Oh?
It's all right, I'll plate your tea up in the morning
and then if I'm back late, you can just heat it through.
Apparently, you go to a Berni Inn on the way there.
That's snazzy. Isn't it?
It'll be all right, won't it?
Yeah, of course.
We don't have to do anything. The men will do all the talking.
No, I mean, it's not too posh in there, is it?
I'm wearing the right stuff? No, you'll be fine.
I'm so glad you're here.
After you, ladies. Gentlemen.
Thank you.
- Here you are, sir. - Lovely.
Do you ever worry about your waist?
You're joking.
That steak. Bearnaise sauce.
It's Monty. He always insists on coming here.
As long as the union's paying.
Rita. Yeah.
Word of advice.
When we get there, don't let them lure you in.
If they seem to be asking you a question,
keep your head down. I'll handle it.
Above all, if I nod, you nod. Got that?
Right.
That nice, was it? It's lovely, thank you.
I couldn't eat another thing.
Oh. Mr. Dawson. I'm sorry, we weren't expecting you until...
It's quite all right. It's no problem.
Oh, and there's four of us. You might need an extra chair.
Right.
Two teas.
On a previous occasion,
in a free vote, the girls agreed to the new grading structure.
They did not agree, however, as to where they would end up on it.
Which is why we're sitting round this table.
Look, I understand what the girls are saying. I just don't...
I'd rather you didn't speak for the girls, Mr. Hopkins.
None of us here knows what's in their heads.
The fact remains there's a formal grievance procedure in place
and the machinists' case will be heard.
What we can't do is let them jump the queue.
Peter, look,
you know me. I ain't got no ax to grind with Ford.
- Am I right or am I right? - You've always been fair.
Exactly. Ah, we're all men of the world.
Let's cut to the chase, shall we? We'll reconvene in two weeks' time.
Monty. Listen.
We'll reconvene, we'll come back down here again for the day
and then at that point you can guarantee
to look into the girls' complaint.
The thing is, Monty... That way
you can go back to your bosses and say that the strike's off
because of how you've handled today's negotiations.
We can go back to the girls and say they're now your number-one priority
in a few weeks' time.
That seems very fair.
I'm not so sure the girls'll be too happy.
The girls will be fine.
As long as they know they're not being fobbed off by the management.
The union's setting the terms. That's what's important.
Bollocks. What?
I'm sorry, Albert, but it is.
Three hours we've been sat here.
"That's what matters to the girls"?
How you qualify to talk about that, I do not know.
Here. Have a look at this.
There.
You put them together. Go on.
It's Ford property, I believe. Oh, stop it.
We have to take these different pieces and work out how they go together.
Because there ain't no template, is there?
We have to take them and sew them all freehand into the finished article.
The same with the door trim and God knows what else.
That is not unskilled work, which is how you've regraded us.
Christ, you need to take an exam to get on our line.
Please, miss, l... No, it's Mrs. O'Grady.
Mrs. O'Grady, I understand your grievance...
Well, I really don't think you do. It's not difficult, though.
We're entitled to semi-skilled and the wages what go with it.
Bring this to the meeting... Hang on.
And as regards to this queue-jumping business, well,
we put this complaint in months ago, didn't we?
It's just you've done nothing about it.
And we all know why.
That's because women have never been on strike before, isn't it?
You just thought you could forget it and we'd all go away. Well, I'm sorry,
but it isn't gonna be that easy because we're not going anywhere.
We're gonna do what we said we would.
No more overtime and an immediate 24-hour stoppage.
And where it goes from there, well, it's up to you.
If you'll excuse me, I've really got to be going. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Good afternoon, gentlemen. Thank you.
You think I like looking stupid? I didn't know what she was gonna do.
You didn't know they were in her handbag, pull them out?
Look at his face. Oh, don't worry, you were great.
Thank you very much, Albert. Thank you very much.
I knew, I knew. It's up here, you see.
I wanted clever, Rita, that's why I picked you.
Oh, stop it. When you pulled out these cuttings,
oh, that was amazing.
It was. I never expected that, that you'd come prepared.
Oh, no, he was right. I was nicking them.
Yeah, Eddie uses them to patch the tent up for when we go camping.
All the same. Listen, don't worry about Monty, I'll handle him. Don't worry.
Can I have them back? Oh, yeah.
Cheers.
What are you gonna say to them?
You tell them. You what?
This is your fault.
All right. Hold that.
Right.
Everybody out.
I can't believe it.
It's all right.
I could do with a cup of tea.
I could do with something a lot stronger than that.
Now, I realize this is my first day in the job
and it may be that I am missing something here,
but when we were elected two years ago,
it was on a wave of optimism
that Labour would utilize its close relationship with the unions
to develop manufacturing industry so that it would better serve
the employer and the employee.
Yes, I think that was in the manifesto.
It was. Trust me.
So, what have you been doing since 1966?
L... Two years this department has had
in which to make a difference.
Shall we see what has been achieved in the last 12 months?
Twenty-six thousand strikes in the United Kingdom,
with the resulting loss of 5 million working days.
Unions and management barely talking to each other,
productivity levels through the floor,
and our balance of payments, the wrong side of catastrophic.
It's hardly the stuff to set the champagne corks popping, is it?
Thank you. See yourselves out.
Here you are, babes, you forgot your flask.
I love you Dave, cheers. You too, darling. Good luck.
You get stuck in, girls.
Thank you. Thank you.
Monica, that's yours. Cheers, love.
Happy with that.
It's a holiday.
What's this? A mothers' meeting?
Hey, cheeky sod. Are you all right?
How you getting on? Give us half a chance.
Good luck. See you later.
Come on, ladies, let's hear you.
Bye. See you later. Cheers, Eddie.
What have you done to your eyes?
It's amazing, isn't it? My friend showed me how.
Scouts everywhere. That's how Twiggy got discovered.
Up west, you dozy sod, not Dagenham.
You never know.
We'd better shut this gate.
I've spelt it right, haven't I?
Close the gate.
I know. At least they know we're serious, eh?
Not as helpless as they thought.
Come on then, girls.
No more seats today, Mr. Ford.
Come on, girls, let's get together. What if we form a line or something?
Line up there. Yeah.
Hold the banners up.
- We need some in the back. - Standing?
- Like that. - Come on, then.
That's it.
Here we go.
Like this? Yeah.
They're running low on finished seats.
So get these down to the Cortina line,
then come back for the Escorts.
They're calling. Come on.
Anyone fancy a cuppa? Yeah.
Tea's up, ladies. Come on.
Yeah, put that down a bit.
That's gonna hurt your arms.
Get me Tooley.
Stand by, girls, could be trouble.
- Hello, girls. - What's Brenda got?
Tea's up. Bananas, apples, pears, the lot.
Thanks for the ride, Arthur.
He's lovely. Brenda, you never.
- Why not? He's gorgeous. - I would.
Just as I was leaving with the fruit, he goes:
"I believe all the workers of the world should unite." So I thought:
"I can help you with that one straight away."
So I did.
Hey, Peter. Bobby here. What can I do for you?
We've got another dispute, I'm afraid.
Another one? Who is it this week?
It's the women.
Quick. Quick, quick.
Come along, girls.
You're gonna get soaked, love.
Oh, no. They're gonna drip, aren't they?
- It'll pass. - What are we gonna do now?
Pubs ain't even open. Monica.
Just wanna have some chips.
I suppose we've done a full day, haven't we?
- We have, haven't we? - Yeah.
I have gotta get down the dogs later.
Yeah. I did promise my mum I'd cook her tea.
Did you? Yeah.
Oh, sod it. We've registered the protest, haven't we?
Yeah.
Go on. School's out. Yeah!
Home time.
Onwards and upwards, Rita.
- Well done, girls. - See you.
Hey, and Rita, well done.
It was your gob what got us here, wasn't it?
Sandra?
I've just been round to your house.
I've just been round to your house. Why?
I thought you would've gone home ages ago.
No.
I'm lucky if I can get the lads to hold out for a full hour.
Look, I wanted a little chat.
You fancy a cup of tea?
I can't. I'm sorry, I've got stuff to... I'm buying.
Go on, then. Seeing as it's pelting it down, a quick cuppa won't hurt.
Over there by the window. Over there.
I'm dripping all over the floor.
Come on, Albert, spit it out.
Yeah.
Sorry. It's all right.
This dispute's got nothing to do with what skill level you are.
Ford decided to give you less money because they can.
They're allowed to pay women a lower wage than men.
All over the country, Rita, women are getting less
because they're women.
You'll always come second.
You'll always be fighting over the scraps.
Until you... We get equal pay, yeah.
Yeah.
What I don't get is why it's so important to you.
I got brought up by my mum. Me and me brothers.
She worked all her life
and she paid my Aunt Lil to take care of us during the day.
And it was hard.
Especially as she was getting less than half
what the blokes at the factory was getting
for doing the same work.
And there was never any question that it could be any different.
Not for her.
Yeah.
Someone has gotta stop these exploiting bastards
getting away with what they've been doing for years.
And you can.
You can, Rita, believe me.
What about Connie? I mean, she's shop steward. We voted for her.
But this needs a leader.
Someone to inspire the girls, to make the points clear.
And that ain't Connie. Not at the moment.
Not with George the way he is.
I've already spoke to her. She's more than happy for you to have a go.
More than.
Look, don't say nothing now.
Just sleep on it. Will you?
Do you want to wait in here? Ey?
Do you want to wait in here? No, you're all right.
It's tipping it down. Please. I'm dripping.
I know. Get in.
I'll get it all over your car. Come in, quick, quick, quick.
Thank you.
Oh, my God. Gosh, you're soaked.
I'm so sorry. It's fine.
I'll ruin your car. We met before, actually.
Do you remember, in the corridor? Yeah.
I've been hoping to run into you for a day or two, actually.
Oh, yeah? Um...
I was wondering if you'd sign a letter. I'm making a formal complaint
to the headmaster about Clarke's use of the cane.
What?
He seems to think my son... Sorry, I mean...
You were there for the same reason I was?
Yes. He was indiscreet enough to mention you.
Of course.
I think he was suggesting we were hysterical
and desperately needed to calm down.
I had it all straight in my head what I was gonna tell him
and what I was gonna say.
It's just... Oh, you can't talk to Mr. Clarke.
I mean, nobody can. He... You have to listen.
He's a bully. Which is why he beats them.
Yeah.
Yeah. Go on, then. Give us a pen.
Thanks.
It's stopped. Yeah. That's just my luck, isn't it?
Thanks.
Look, um,
I know you're not mentioning it because you're being polite. It's just...
You know, when we met in the corridor, I was really upset,
and I never usually use that type of language.
Don't you? No.
Because I called Mr. Clarke a complete cock.
Oh. Oh! Did you? Fair enough.
Well, he is.
Here they come. Left a bit of a puddle, now.
It's all right, David's getting in the back.
That dress, I've seen it before, it's lovely. In Vogue.
Oh, thanks. It's Biba.
Is it? Well... Well, it's still gorgeous.
Have a good day, yeah? You too. Be good.
And you.
Hell, Sandra. I think you've had a bit of shrinkage in the wash.
Hot pants. Mary Quants.
Give them back to her, they look painful.
I think they look lovely. Thanks.
It's like what Brenda said, isn't it? This ain't Knightsbridge, it's Dagenham.
If you wanna get spotted, you gotta stand out more.
And that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
- Yesterday were great, weren't it? - Being on strike?
Yeah.
It's a glimpse, isn't it? Of how it could be.
Well, that's what it's about, isn't it?
Pitch-bleeding-black. I couldn't see me hand in front of me face.
Finally when he turns the lights on, it was actually stuck to me bottom lash.
She got fired.
Blimey.
I'm here, just. Oh, Christ. Connie? Con?
Rita, l... No, I just wanna say something.
Sorry, I just, um...
If I was to get a bit more involved, you know, with Albert,
it's only because I've got a gob on me.
You're the heartbeat of this place, always have been.
Rita, look at me, all at sixes and sevens.
You can do this and you should.
Here we go.
Man!
Brian.
Hello, Brian.
Is that a cotton bob in your pocket or a hard-on?
- What's he doing? - Having a fiddle.
Here, Con. Pass them out, girls.
Yeah, come on, Rita. Go on, Rita. Give them hell.
Ignore it. Ignore it?
Standard issue, day after a walkout.
Have you seen the language?
"Your aggressive disregard for the existing complaints procedure."
Tone of that? They don't mean it.
So why are they saying it? That's how we've always done it.
All the other strikes. It's like the rules.
Oh, no, no, no. I'm sorry.
Sorry, we ain't playing that game. We ain't your men.
We're us. And we certainly won't be addressed in this manner.
No.
All those in favor of not only maintaining
but increasing our current action by going to an all-out stoppage
until we get the same rates of pay as the men?
What? Equal pay?
Why not? Because that's what this is really about, isn't it?
We're on the lowest rate in the whole factory
despite the fact we've got considerable skill.
And there's only one possible reason for that.
It's because we're women. Yeah.
And in the workplace, women get paid less no matter what skill they got.
Which is why, from now on, we gotta demand a level playing field
and rates of pay which reflect the job,
not whether you've got a dick or not.
This strike is about one thing Fairness.
- Yeah. - That's right.
Equal pay or nothing. Yes.
All those in favor? Yes.
Everybody out.
Well, it's got nothing to do with me.
An all-out stoppage?
Also, the specifics of this strike, they've widened out a bit.
Christ.
Shit.
Fucking Ada. Equal pay? What were you thinking, Monty?
It wasn't me, it was Albert. He went behind me back.
Really, Monty? He's a loose cannon.
You wanna haul someone over the coals, he's your man.
The bloody troublemaker.
Get him in.
I tried to protect you, Albert.
But you're gonna get such a fucking bollocking.
Come on, then.
This is awkward, Albert. You know that, don't you?
It jeopardizes a whole raft of other negotiations
that the unions are already at loggerheads with management over.
Look, comrade,
basically, you encouraging these women to get all militant...
It shifts resources away from the blokes,
who are the ones at the coalface.
We ain't unsympathetic,
but as a union, we have to remember who comes first.
The Communist Party and Marx himself said:
"Men write their own history." That's "men," Albert.
But didn't he also say,
"Progress can be measured by the social position of the female sex"?
Or was that a different Marx? That was Groucho, was it?
Equal pay across the board.
You telling me that ain't worth fighting for?
Of course it is. And you know it.
I'll tell you something.
This Rita has got a bigger set of balls than you three put together.
And she ain't scared to lay them on the line neither.
And I, for one, am gonna help her.
And if you are what you say you are,
an organization pledged to support its members,
then you'll get off your lazy, fat arses and you'll help her too.
Good fucking evening.
They can't expect us to carry on being graded unskilled.
Unskilled, my arse.
We're here to put across our point of view about what's going on. It ain't fair.
And also about how it's a part of something bigger, much bigger.
What about a little bit of support this way?
Come on, mate.
You might learn something if you just listened.
The time has come for all women to say "enough."
We do not and we will not accept this any longer.
Ow! Dad, the pan.
Bollocks!
No, Daddy didn't mean that.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
That was magnificent. That was wonderful.
Be back in a minute.
You're doing the same work for Ford here in Liverpool
that we're doing for them down in Dagenham.
So you know that our job is skilled.
She's a bit of all right.
Think beyond that.
I'm asking you to strike now for all women, not just machinists.
Leave him alone. He's gotta concentrate.
Go, get back. Have a word with him.
And what is right is that every single one of us
is entitled to the same pay as men.
Yeah!
That's my girl.
Will all those in favor please put your hands in the air now?
Yeah!
Yeah.
Well...
How'd you get on?
We slaughtered them. Every single one of them came out.
It was incredible though, Eddie.
Well done.
Go and check on the kids. Give them a quick kiss good night.
Gonna take some money, all right?
Oh, no. What happened?
Dad.
Tell him to give it another go, yeah?
I'm off. See you later. You're all right taking them to school, aren't you?
Of course. You're all right with that?
Everything's all right, isn't it? Yeah, why wouldn't it be?
No reason. Have a good day. See you later.
This is me last one.
Ey? The shirt, I just noticed.
Oh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot.
Forgot washing Monday. I'll do it tonight.
Right.
- Take care of your dad. - Bye, Mum.
Have a good day.
Oh, dear.
Come on. Come on, girls.
Equal pay.
Which way? Wait a minute.
No, Ri, it's here. It's down this way.
It must be up here. Anyone got a map?
There.
- There it is. - Oh, my God.
- Oh, here we are. - Here we go.
We want respect. We want respect.
Get the banner up. Look, get that.
There. Equal pay for women!
- I'll support you. - Thank you for your support.
Equal pay for women.
Women workers for equal pay.
- We want respect. - Darling, over here.
We want respect!
Hey! Hello.
I finish at 4. Give us a call, love?
I never thought we'd get this backing.
Show us what you got.
Hold on, girls!
We're not entirely unfurled, look.
Don't we all?
I know the feeling.
Don't look, boys.
In their campaign for equal pay,
women workers of Ford Dagenham
brought their protest to Westminster today.
Some didn't need much persuasion
to demonstrate their feminine charms.
It's interesting, all this politics, when you get down to it. Oh, sorry.
How long will they stay out? Must be starting to bite.
As long as it takes. Does your husband support you?
He has to. Yeah.
Yes, of course he does.
And we all supported the men when they went out on strike. Yeah.
Does it bother you that you've been described as the Revlon revolutionary?
Have they been in touch about doing some modeling?
I don't think so. I think you're talking to the wrong girl.
Actually...