-What are you making?
-Hinges, sir! Yeah, I’ve got some workers coming in
tomorrow. Where are they from again? Yugoslavia, Mr. Commander! I’ve got to make room. – Make me a hinge.
– Yes, sir! Keep going, you’re doing well. Says he’s doing well. Oh, that’s very good. But I’m a bit confused,
and perhaps you can help me. What I don’t understand
is that you’ve been working… .. since I think, what,
about 6.00 this morning? Yet such a small pile of hinges. – Oh, Christ.
– May I try that, sir? Check the angle lever.
Maybe it’s bent. No, no. You wouldn’t hear a click
if it was the angle lever. – Maybe the pin shaft is greasy.
– Yeah, come on. What did I just say?
Here. Mr. Commander! I beg to report that my heap
of hinges was so unsatisfactory… …because the machines
were being recalibrated this morning. I was put on to shoveling coal. Strange, huh? Yeah!