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Sir John!
- Sir John! - What is it?
The war, Sir John. It's over.
Over! Yes!
At Iast. Just Iisten to them out there.
Yes. That's another one we've come through, Ens.
That's right, Sir John. They can't finish us off, can they?
- Ens! - Yes, sir?
CIose that window, wiII you? It's become damn chiIIy in here.
Yes, Sir John.
'Look hard...
'For this is the Iast we shaII see of Sir John,
'a Justice of the Peace,
'Chairman of the Wroughton Unionist Association,
'Vice President of his IocaI British Legion,
'Honorary Chairman of the RegionaI Board
'for the Adjustment of Distressed GentIewomen
'and sIeeping partner in that vast financiaI compIex,
'the City and ThreadneedIe Trust.
'Yes, there goes Sir John,
'a soIid bIock in the edifice of what seemed
'to be an ordered and stabIe society.
'There he goes,
'on his way out.
'For with victory
'came a new age.
'And with that new age a new spirit.'
'Britain in the earIy fifties.
'A nation facing the chaIIenge of survivaI.
'In a competitive worId,
'after a war in which her weaIth and manpower had been stripped
'to the very bone.
'The story of one man's response to this chaIIenge
'is aIso the story of a nation.
'This is the story of one man.
Times have changed, Father.
In industry nowadays they're crying out for peopIe Iike me.
In my days, the university man went into one of the Iearned professions,
if he had any brains. If he hadn't, it was either the Church or the army.
I tried the army, Father.
- Did you? - Yes, of course you did.
I say. Mr Windrush.
I'm terribIy sorry, Mr Windrush,
but one of our baIIs is just near the tabIe.
CouId we have it, pIease?
Yes. That's aII right, yes.
StanIey, get it for her, wiII you?
PIease, don't throw it.
I'm a frightfuIIy bad catch.
It's the major's fauIt.
He's got such a terribIy strong service.-
- Thanks most awfuIIy. - AII right.
Heavens, Father... is that a sampIe of the IocaI taIent?
TaIent? That's our Miss Forsdyke.
Not a naturaI bIonde, of course.
- Thirty-Iove. - No...
WeII, I suppose you're used to Iiving here, but I know I shouId find it most unnerving.
Nonsense, StanIey! It's simpIy a question of attitude.
Here we're down to fundamentaIs.
I wouIdn't disagree with that, Father.
Dignity and privacy, StanIey, onIy exist nowadays in a pIace Iike this.
Not on the tennis courts, Father.
- You staying to Iunch? - Erm... no, I don't think I wiII.
I've got to be at the University Appointments Board this afternoon.
I stiII don't understand why anybody brought up as a gentIeman
shouId choose to go into industry.
WeII, of course, I shaII be an executive.
- Decided where you're going to Iive? - That rather depends.
I'm staying with Aunt DoIIy at the moment.
Aunt DoIIy? Why, your UncIe Bertie's mother.
Is she stiII aIive?
- WeII, she was this morning. - ReaIIy?
Yoo-hoo, Mr Windrush.
We've quite worn the major out, Mr Windrush.
Do you think we couId tempt your son to join us for a game?
No, I'm afraid not. TerribIy sorry!
Father, I reaIIy must be going. I'II, erm...
I'II Iet you know how I get on at the interview.
There's no doubt about it.
Industry today offers a young man tremendous opportunities,
provided he has three things:
confidence, inteIIigence, and enthusiasm.
Now, what particuIar industry had you in mind?
WeII, I was thinking of something not too heavy, sir.
Not too heavy?
WeII, not, for exampIe a thumping great business Iike iron and steeI.
I see. Light industry, eh?
And preferabIy near London
with earIy cIosing.
With what?
WeII, I thought perhaps one afternoon a week.
You do expect to work, I suppose?
Good Lord, yes, sir. I'm not afraid of hard work.
Given the opportunity, I'm confident I shaII get to the top.
WeII, I hope you're right.
WeII, I'II arrange some appointments for you
and send you a Iist of peopIe you can go and see.
- I hope you have some Iuck. - Thank you very much, sir.
Windrush! Don't forget...
InteIIigence, enthusiasm, and an air of confidence.
Above aII, an air of confidence.
I won't, sir.
'Industry! With tremendous opportunities for the young man.
'Industry, spurred by the march of science
'in aII directions,
'was working at high pressure
'to suppIy those vitaI needs
'for which the peopIe had hungered for so Iong.'
And we need chaps Iike you with a higher education
to enabIe us, once we've trained you,
to hoId our pIace as one of the great detergent-producing nations of the worId.
Now, before I take you and show you around the factory,
are there any questions you'd Iike to ask me?
You aIso make Frisko, which costs Iess.
What's the difference between that and Detto, sir?
BasicaIIy none. It's a question of packaging.
Detto, as you see, has the Iarger carton,
but they contain identicaI quantities.
Detto is aimed at the young housewife.
It might interest you to know, sir,
that I have a great aunt who tried Frisko once,
and she came out in an appaIIing rash.
Is that so?
It may interest you to know that my babies' napkins
have aIways been washed in Frisko
and that no chiId has shown a sign of a spot since birth.
Of course, my aunt's rash was on her arm.
Next question?
What is the manufacturing cost, sir?
Now, that's a very good question. I'm gIad you asked that.
The actuaI cost of the contents of these two packets
does not exceed three tenths of a penny.
The retaiI price...
eIeven pence... ten pence ha'penny!
Now, what does that indicate?
A whacking great profit.
To market a commodity it is necessary to expIoit.
And that costs money.
CurrentIy we are giving away a set of eIectropIated teaspoons
with every four packets of Detto purchased.
Excuse me, sir...
but has the firm considered the aIternative?
What aIternative?
It just occurred to me, sir.
SeII the teaspoons and give away the Detto.
TeII me, what is your name?
Windrush, sir.
Windrush!
WeII, Mr Windrush,
with your approach I see not onIy no future for you,
but no future for us.
You'd better go, Mr Windrush.
You are not the detergent type.
This is Mr Windrush, Hooper.
He's come to see us about an executive trainee appointment.
Now, take him round. Show him the whoIe process.
I'II come back Iater.
Thank you very much, sir.
- Morning. - Morning.
Here, try one.
- That's very kind of you, sir. - Not at aII.
Thank you very much.
- Do you Iike it? - Mm...?
It's our new summer formuIa.
Fascinating. What's in it?
What's in it?
Come on, I'II show you.
And now, then, this is the first stage of the mixing process.
You see, each pipe up there
gives the intermittent one-minute discharge of the basic ingredients
into a rotating barreI inside here. Go on, eat it up.
That's right. You see, the timing of the flow
determines the quantities, as per formuIa.
Now then, every four minutes,
a pressure-operated reIief vaIve
discharges the mixture out of here into this duct
on its way to the next stage.
There she goes.
Come on, taste it.
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