O Lucky Man! Page #8

Oh, that's better.

Yes, there we are, hold still.

Yeah.

All right, Travis,

you've done your stretch.

Now smarten up for the governor.

Well done, lad.

Well, Travis, you're free.

Free to rejoin the world

of decent, ordinary men and women...

...who are content to earn their

daily bread

by the sweat of their brows.

The brotherhood of man, Travis.

I know where I went wrong, sir.

I've been thinking.

Good lad.

I've read books...

...and I see things differently now,

sir.

Well, now, tell me.

Have you...?

Have you any plans?

No plans, sir.

I just want to get out there

and learn to be a proper human being,

sir.

I'd like to...

I'd like to read you something.

I think it may help.

"One that never turned his back

but marched breast forward...

...never doubted clouds would break...

...never dreamed

that wrong would triumph...

...held we fall to rise...

...sleep to wake."

I'd like you to have this.

It belonged to my grandmother...

...but you may find it will help you

through the difficult days that lie

ahead.

Thank you very much, sir.

I've sensed the spark

of idealism in you...

...and that can move mountains,

you know that?

Oh, for a man like you, Travis...

Michael, for a boy like you,

you're still young.

Everything is possible.

The world is your oyster.

I can see you stripped,

building motorways.

You have eyes like Steve McQueen.

Did anyone ever tell you that?

Goodbye, Travis.

And good luck.

MacIntyre.

Biles.

Eccles.

Travis.

Goodbye.

Bye, Frank.

Goodbye, old chap.

I'll send you a postcard.

Goodbye.

- Lawrence!

- Mommy!

Thank you, Michael, for everything.

Goodbye. Best of luck.

Thank you.

On your own?

- On your own then?

- Yes.

- Anywhere to go?

- I'll manage.

Just a minute.

- Do you want a lift?

- No, thanks. I'm going the other way.

Here.

- What is it?

- Down in the East End.

Give you a start there.

Be good.

I won't be seeing you anymore.

Well, good luck.

It may not be as easy as you think.

It soothes his sorrows

Heals his wounds

And drives away his fear

It makes the wounded spirit whole

And calms the troubled breast

Thank you very much.

'Tis manna to the hungry soul

And to the weary rest

Would you like to help?

Oh, sure I would.

Are you sure you can spare it?

Gladly.

- You're from the prison, aren't you?

- That's right.

There's no need to be ashamed.

I'm not ashamed.

Glory, hallelujah!

Major! Major!

Major.

- boundless stores of grace

- and he's just come out of prison

too.

Brothers, today we have with us

a young man...

...who has turned over

a completely new leaf.

He has only just left prison...

...yet he has given generously

of his meagre store.

Glory, hallelujah.

Friend, will you step up beside me

and bear witness?

Bear witness? What to?

Your sins.

I don't believe in sin.

Everybody sins. We know.

Brother, be warned,

you stand in great danger.

I thought like you once, sir,

but now I've learned better.

People are good

if you give them the chance.

Oh, excuse me.

- Oh, sorry. You all right?

- Sorry, sorry.

We've got to start with humanity.

We must try and trust one another.

People are good.

Everyone has goodness in them.

It's poverty.

That's why people commit crimes.

It's not poverty, laddie.

It's the old Adam pride,

envy, gluttony, sloth.

A great philosopher once wrote

something I'd like you all to hear.

"My country is the world,

and my religion is to do good."

Tom Paine.

Tom Paine denied God.

He believed in mankind.

Brother, we will pray for you.

Let us all kneel together, friends.

Oh, Lord, look down in mercy

on this, our misguided brother.

Guide his feet into the way of life.

Remove the blindfold from his eyes.

Lift up his gaze to the eternal

hills...

...from whence cometh our only help.

Amen.

Bringing in the sheaves.

Sewing in the morning

Sewing seeds of kindness

You bird! It's too flipping short!

Look at him.

What are you trying to do, pick

apples?

He thinks he's picking apples.

Here, you. You.

- Yeah, you.

- No, not you. You.

Bring up that blinking bar.

- Just behind you.

- The big one behind...

- That's right.

- That's right.

- Bring it up here.

- Up here.

- Quick.

- Come on, mate, move.

- Bring it up here.

- Up here, hurry.

- Quick, upstairs.

- Come quick.

Mighty improvement you are.

Up here. Get this door open.

Give us your bag.

- Mrs. Richards.

- Come out of there.

Come on out.

She's put the bed against the door.

Double bolted it.

She's gonna do it this time,

you mark my words.

Selfish b*tch.

She's got the kids in there with her.

But she'll probably do them in and

all.

- What's the matter? What's wrong?

- What's wrong?

She's gonna kill herself,

that's what's wrong.

- Well, can't you stop her?

- Well, go on then, you stop her.

- Nobody's holding you back, are they?

- Mrs. Richards!

Mrs. Richards!

What you gonna do?

- It's dangerous.

- Oh, my God.

He'll never make it.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, now, don't.

Mrs. Richards.

Mrs. Richards.

Mrs. Richards, what are you doing?

Cleaning the floor, what's it look

like?

What's all this about killing

yourself?

I've had enough.

You've been shut up here too long.

Think of the world outside.

Mrs. Richards. Now, please stop it.

I want you to listen.

My husband has to find

the place looking nice.

I'll not have him saying

I did wrong in the end.

You should meet some people.

Make some nice friends.

I haven't been out since we had Penny.

Not in six years.

- Well, take a holiday.

- Harry's off work.

- Hasn't had a job for four years.

- Well, think of the children.

- I mean, they're the only ones who

matter.

- How can I keep a child clean?

How much do you think

a pair of kid's shoes costs?

The cheapest? One pound twenty.

Life is a gift, Mrs. Richards.

You haven't the right to throw it

away.

Look, this is the food I buy each week

for ourselves and the kids:

Seven loaves of bread,

20 pounds of potatoes...

...three quarters of a pound of tea,

a packet of porridge...

...two packs of cornflakes.

- There's always tomorrow.

One pack of Co-op soap powder,

three or four pounds of cabbage...

...two swedes, custard powder...

...baked beans, sometimes,

tinned tomatoes, sometimes...

...tinned spaghetti, sometimes,

lettuce, when cheap.

Food isn't everything.

Fresh air! Sunshine...

- Penny!

- Yes, Mum.

Bring the Brasso.

Now, I want you to go over there,

love.

Wash the big pan under the hot tap.

Get out every bit of tomato soup

before your dad gets back.

Mrs. Richards...

Mrs. Richards...

Please listen to this, Mrs. Richards.

Now, please listen.

"Life is mostly froth and bubble,

two things stand like stone.

Kindness in another's trouble,

courage in your own."

Who said that?

Adam Lindsay Gordon. He was a poet.

More of a fool, if you ask me.

Well, wait then, Mrs. Richards.

Now, wait, Mrs. Richards.

Wait, Mrs. Richards.

Listen to this. Please, Mrs. Richards.

Mrs. Richards.

Tell Harry to leave a note

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