Bomb Girls

Oh, careful, careful, the ring.

Sorry.

James.

James, you know now that we're engaged,

we could go a little further.

We're allowed now.

Almost.

And I don't want to take something you're not ready to give.

Great bloody extravagance is what it is.

A whole heaping pork roast?

Sunday dinner Bob.

Well we can't afford it.

Yes we can!

Now that Mom and me's got paycheques, we got money to spend.

Sinners, our war is not merely...

It's not merely a fight against Hitler.

It's our path to deliverance.

Untold demons, they lie in wait for us overseas.

But have you battled your own demons,

exorcised the evil inside.

Open the door to salvation!

And vanquish the beast within!

Lovely couple!

- Congratulations you two. - Today's a happy day!

All this for us?

My goodness, we were getting ready to report a kidnapping!

Oh Mother, I was just stitching one of James' buttons.

Congratulations. Today's a big day!

Look at you!

Flush as a June poppy.

I'm excited about my new job tomorrow.

Working in the office together it will be a gas.

I think it's wonderful, you girls leading a shoulder to the effort.

If Hitler's coming, someone in this family needs to fight him.

I'll talk to you later.

Okay.

Okay here's your money.

Mom, what if he finds me?

No he won't, Marion.

You have the addressed, everything's worked out.

We'll be up north tomorrow.

And your new name is Kate Andrews.

We've talked about this.

There's no life for you here.

I love you!

Father!

Father!

Run!

Run Marion run!

Thou shall not stray!

Marion.

You're going to burn, sister!

You're going to burn!

Gerald Morton, James Dunn.

He's joining my company to help Withams sang those plum military contracts.

An American!

Guilty as charged.

Unfortunately, it seems my countrymen will never join the war.

Rollie tells us you're a "capital" man in every sense.

Yes, and patient, putting up with my little girl.

Even if the poor lad's marrying Ronnie the Bren Gun Girl.

Victory Munitions doesn't make guns, Father they do bombs.

Besdies, up in the office, the worst I should fear is a paper-cut.

I wouldn't get comfortable sweetheart.

You girls are only filler till the boys get home.

Like they have us using plastic instead of metal.

Go try some champers, it's the real deal!

What the hell's got you all dingo?

My lock...

Don't worry, there's a dead bolt on the front door.

I need this, to lock.

What, you think we're all a bunch of crooks here?

Let me. You just gotta pull up on the knob.

Piece of cake.

Thank you. I'm a light sleeper.

I'm... Kate. Kate Andrews, pleased to --

Sync & corrections by Alice

I thought that was you on the streetcar!

So I guess we're on the same shift.

The Blues.

Which I'll be singing if all my firsts are duffs like you.

Our whiz Betty here always gets hacked off on intake days.

She's a worker but she also trains you rookies.

I'm Vera.

Kate, ball of nerves.

Can't believe I'll have a real live bomb in my hands!

Seems someone else wants to cop a feel.

I heard Mary Pickford might visit some factories, do her bit.

That's a movie star?

Nope. Just a poor little rich girl on a field-trip.

First broken nail and she's outta here.

Hi! Gladys Witham.

If I knew there was a morning confab, I'd 've got here early!

Quite the ride.

My father's. I won't be doing that again

it's streetcars all the way.

Beautiful hair. Wish mine were blond.

Oh, it will be. The cordite explosive turns your hair yellow.

Which is why we tuck it under turbans... Vera.

Well? Who can keep a lock from falling out here and there?

Soldiers all want a factory girl.

I'm sure.

Hustle in, girls.

Green Shift can't finish until you take their place.

That would include you, Mr. Moretti.

Go rustle your hens into their coop, Lorna.

This fox here is taking his time.

Gladys Witham?

That's me!

You can't wear your street shoes in the office.

You got nails in the soles? You get sparks.

Ugh. Those are some gruesome twosomes.

Now your ring.

This is my engagement ring.

I don't care if it's the Hope Diamond.

Those are the rules-- no cigarettes, no lighters,

nothing that can spark.

You'll get it back at shift's end.

I'll leave it at home tomorrow.

Sure. If you ever make it back.

Wait for me in there.

Morning.

Here's the deal, ladies,

if you do fine embroidery, you can assemble a time fuse.

If you sew buttons, you can thread a detonator.

If you can pour tea, you can pour amatol.

No big whoop. Except some folks don't see it that way.

The guys're crapping bullets,

afraid they might not get their easy-street jobs

back after you've helped 'em win the war.

You ignore 'em first, talk tough second...

and if that doesn't work, you slap 'em silly.

Miss Witham

I've seen your files,

you've all had the same good training as they have.

Kate Andrews. What about you?

Yes, here. Here's my papers.

Okay then.

Unless it's lunch or tea-break,

you do not leave you station until the next shift arrives.

We're fighting Jerries here, ladies, and trust me,

Fritz ain't resting. Now get busy.

Head in the game, Miss Witham.

We're in the catbird seat, Gladys

up here where all the girls want to be.

At the rate he's going,

Hitler will be coming up our beaches by Christmas.

He's bombed most of factories in England,

means if we fall behind, the soldiers will be out there

with no lead in their barrels.

And with Blue Shift six percent below quota,

I'm catching flak over whether we can meet demand.

Perhaps if we had the right kind of people working here...

Good point. It'd be good if I'd get me a few more husky girls.

They're more even tempered on the line.

I'm not talking about my girls, Mr. Akins.

I'm talking about certain men here whose hearts

clearly are not in the fight.

As shift matron, it's my job to ensure the factory's

safety and security.

For God's sake. All you have to worry about is dressing

your girls for their shifts.

An Italian's present-- Hitler's ally!

Is that it, Lorna?

'Cause sure sounds like you've got a dog in this hunt.

I certainly do-- two sons overseas.

Secrets must be kept. It's the only way we'll win this war.

Marco's a decent man, and a great materials controller.

I'm the one who vouched for him!

So any breach will be on your head.

I'll tell you what's on my head: An extra three thousand

casings a day I gotta produce. We make quota or the axe falls.

So unless you want me to start with you, get your girls

in order and get your big flapping face out of here.

You fill those babies right.

If it's not enough, you'll send our boys a dud.

If it's too much, it could blow up your boyfriend's face.

Hey, let me know if you like it hotter.

Good grace!

You trying to get us killed?!

You ladies need a firm hand?

No we don't! Take a hike!

I'm sorry... I didn't know...

If your gravy-boat'd been full, you could've blown

up the whole factory.

Go see Mrs. Corbett. You're out of here.

I've no money, my folks won't take me back.

Please. This here, it's all I've got.

The boys've been dosing her.

Well? She's gotta take it, same as the rest of us.

For God's sake, Betty...

Save the water-works.

Don't pour so close.

Keep a hand on the crate till they're full.

Just keep doing it like that.

"Enhanced stockpiles," how thrilling!

Maybe more of our boys will finally see battle.

The girls at tennis will go bananas when they hear.

This is no game, Carol.

You start chattering, brothers and sons will die.