O Lucky Man! Page #7

- Cheers.

- Yes

Yes.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I don't think you've met

my new assistant, Travis.

Travis, this is Basil Keyes.

I could send Travis along

sometime tomorrow.

We've got a night sitting,

that should finish before lunch.

- So anywhere near the House of

Commons.

- Right.

Mr. President, I'll take these

documents

home with me, if I may.

Study them thoroughly.

I shan't keep you waiting.

- Well, it must be all of 40 years.

- Thirty nine.

- I shared digs with the president's

brother.

- How nice.

I shall never forget that wonderful

spring morning in your room at

Balliol.

You and Peter drunk on the

bookshelves.

Karl Marx and Keynes on the floor.

- How is Peter?

- In detention, alas.

I was urged to hang him

but for once I was weak.

"Power creates the man." Tacitus.

Cheers.

Thank you, Warner.

About half an hour.

- She never gets out of bed.

- Oh, rotten luck.

- Do sit down.

- Thank you.

- Hello, Frank.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Mr. Travis will have a...

- A dry martini, very dry.

- Dry martini, Frank, and a large

scotch.

- Thank you, sir.

I don't think you'll run into any

trouble.

They've got their briefing.

They're all good chaps.

Everything's under control.

Good luck.

And don't leave any fingerprints.

When there's a bluebird

Singing by your windowpane

And the sun shines bright all day

through

Don't forget, boy

Look over your shoulder

Because there's always

Someone coming after you

You

- Like a brandy, Warner?

- Not for me, sir.

- I never touch a drop on the job.

- Of course, of course.

When everything in life

Seems just as it should be

At last success

Seems just around the door

Don't forget, boy

Look over your shoulder

Because things don't stay the same

For evermore

Hope springs eternal

In a young man's breast

And he dreams of a better life ahead

Without that dream

You are nothing, nothing, nothing

You have to find out for yourself

That dream is dead

Dead

Dead

Dead

Hello, there.

- There you are.

- How do you do?

- Pleased to meet you. Travis.

- Wallis.

- Had a good run down?

- Fine, thank you. Fine.

Got the bumf, have you?

Good.

Nearly there.

Good, good, good.

We're over here.

Sergeant Beevers.

We've got the okay to take off.

Do the necessary, will you?

Yes, sir.

Ground control to pilot/navigator.

Destination Honey.

Flight AT-060

is Zingara International Airport.

Take off one-five minutes.

Roger, ground control. Will do.

- Sign by the cross, sir.

- Oh, thank you.

Twelve thousand gallons

of the stuff there.

You could do half East Africa

with that, Mr. Travis.

And of course, it was your flag

that went up and ours that came down.

And the extraordinary thing was

that the duchess never even noticed.

That will be all, thank you, Jenkins.

Well, gentlemen, to business.

Sir James, we would like

the first instalment.

In cash.

Travis.

This is the combination

to the safe in my study.

You will find a case there.

- Bring it here.

- Sir.

- Please, darling.

- Please, Dickey.

- But you must.

- Oh, don't go on, Dickey.

I've never been very sure of myself.

Not until I found you.

You drink too much.

I know.

You're my last chance.

Oh, little Dickey.

My God.

Michael.

Patricia.

What are you doing here?

This is my home.

- Well, who was that?

- Dickey?

The Duke of Belminster.

He's an old friend of mine.

What does he want?

He wants to marry me.

Well, you can't.

I might. I haven't decided yet.

But I love you

and I'm going to marry you.

Look.

Oh, Michael.

You're so hopelessly conventional.

I told you I was gonna be a success.

And I am.

I did warn you.

Wait here for me.

Thank you, Michael.

Sir James, we need a witness.

Travis.

Who?

I see.

Yes.

Of course not.

Show them up.

The fraud squad.

Now, please, everyone, keep quite

calm.

Inspector Carding is a very decent

fellow.

Mr. Souza, if you please.

Travis.

Put those in your pocket.

The case please. Sit down.

Hold this.

Inspector Carding.

Good evening, inspector.

Good evening, Sir James.

- I'm sorry to disturb you, Sir James.

- Not at all.

I think you know everybody here.

Except perhaps my new assistant,

Michael Travis.

He hasn't been with me very long.

It is Mr. Travis I wish to interview.

With your permission, of course.

Now, is there anyone here you

recognize?

Yes.

That is the man.

Thank you, Beevers.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Travis,

may I have that bag?

Just a minute.

Did you sign this, sir?

Yes.

Is this your signature, sir?

Yes.

Is this your signature, sir?

No.

Is this your signature, sir?

Oh, no.

Complete forgery.

Not worth the paper it's written on.

Bag, please.

Do you realize it's an offence to

export

bullion from the U.K. Without...

...the permission of the Bank of

England?

- Yes.

When I came into this room,

that bag was in your possession?

Yes.

Would you mind, sir?

All right, Michael.

Trust me.

I'll take that, Carding.

I'm so sorry to have disturbed you,

Sir James

Dr. Munda.

The dividing line...

...between the House of Lords

and Pentonville jail is very, very

thin.

We all want justice

But you got to have the money to buy

it

You'd have to be a fool

To close your eyes and deny it

There's a lot of poor people

Who are walking the streets of my town

Too blind to see that justice

Is used to do them right down

All through life from beginning to end

You pay your monthly instalments

Next to health is wealth

And only wealth will buy you justice

And money and justice

Money and justice

Money, justice

- deposit account of innocence.

Now, Travis, was given a position

of great trust by his benefactor.

One of England's

most eminent industrialists.

He repaid that trust...

...by seeking to export for his own

gain,

10 million pounds...

...of his employer's money.

Was this the action of an innocent?

If such perfidy can be committed

without fear of retribution...

...then how can the rule of law,

patriotism, duty...

...the very basis of our society,

hope to survive?

Well, go and consider

your verdict carefully.

And take your time.

Be upstanding in court.

Be upstanding in court.

Members of the jury...

...have you arrived at a verdict

on which you are all agreed?

- We have, My Lord.

- Do you find the prisoner guilty...

...or not guilty?

- Guilty, My Lord.

May I say how entirely I agree

with that verdict.

The prisoner will stand

to receive sentence.

Society is based on good faith...

...on a commonly accepted bond.

It is the inflamed greed of people

like you,

Michael Travis...

...that has led to the present

breakdown

of our society.

Before I pass sentence,

have you anything to say?

My Lord, I did my duty.

I only wanted to be successful.

I did my best.

And you failed.

I am innocent, My Lord.

I sentence you to five years hard

labour.

Come on. There we are.

Yeah.

Come on. Come on.

Yes. Come on.

Let's have a look at you.

There we are. Be gentle, be gentle.

Let's have a look.

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