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- I'm dictating.

- Oh, so sorry!

Don't I take notes and then

write it up for you?

Write it up?

Yes, er... put it into English.

You'll kindly put down exactly what I say.

I'm away to the cattle show early in the morning

and I want a proof of the interview tonight.

Yes, very good.

Stagnation of public life.

Wanted, new men.

Provost Gow's plain words to the electors.

During my term of office...

as Provost of Baikie...

I have been instrumental...

In bringing about great

changes in the borough.

But...

There's one change I that shall never make.

A change in the principles that guide me.

No, no, of course not.

You can't come in here, the boss is busy!

Look, I know that, he's busy righting

wrong. Well, here's another for him.

I advise you to scram!

- All right, Maggie.

- God bless you, ma'am.

May the Good Lord

look after you...

And look slash into your eyes!

Ma'am dear, it's your

father I'm seeking for.

I'm afraid he is giving an interview.

Oh, the poor soul.

And I'm deeply concerned with the well being

of every individual in the community.

But ma'am it can't wait.

It's a matter of life and death,

it's about my little Patsy.

Why, what's the little boy done?

Your Honour, is about my Patsy.

- How dare you burst in here?

- Father!

Burst or not, I got to do

what I got to do.

Well, do it somewhere else!

I think some of her boys

has gotten into a strait.

- I warned you at the Town Hall.

- But she said it's very urgent!

And now you have the insolence

to come cantering into my private house.

I think if we got the little chappy

here and talk to him.

If you talk to him,

he'll bark at you.

Bark at you?

Victoria, are you mad?

Show her out of here at once!

And understand, Mrs. Hegarty...

The case of your dog is

finished once and for all!

Dog?

But you told me this

was about your little son!

No, I asked you to be kind

but you mistook me.

Not that he's not like a son to me!

And now...

Now they're going to kill him.

What rubbish!

Who's going to kill a little dog?

The corporation, and the police

and the Provost.

Father!

Father!

Is this true about Mrs.

Hegarty's little dog?

She's persistently defied the law

in the matter of the dog tax.

- But father...

- She's been warned time and time again.

- But it's only 7 shillings and 6 pence.

- She's been fined and she won't pay that!

But it's only 7 shillings

and 6 pence, surely...

The court passed judgement

and quite rightly.

The town is full of little mongrel dogs!

- The state of the pavement!

- How much does she owe?

Five pounds and the tax!

- But surely they can make an exception.

- No, no, no.

On peut payer pour Elle.

- Mais non! Mais non!

- Pourquoi pas?

Il s'agit de... principles.

Jamais d'un Principe, toujours d'un homme.

Hear, hear!

If you are so keen on dogs,

save up and get a new one!

- A new dog? A new dog?

- And next time, pay the tax.

Vickie, put her out.

Now, what was I saying before that

unconscionable interlude?

You were concerned of the well being

of every individual in the community.

I'm asking my friends in Baikie to give me

an opportunity of applying these principles.

I'll subscribe!

What?

Unless you want to settle

on the quite, of course.

You mean for that woman?

I wouldn't pay a penny, on principle!

Wouldn't it be advisable?

Especially if you are asking people

to vote for you.

Thank you very much!

Will you kindly mind your own business!

I am asking my friends in Baikie...

To give me an opportunity

of applying these principles.

Get yourself out!

Get out I said!

Blooming Irish...

Get inside!

Now...

Where was I?

"Applying these principles."

Ah, yes... In a wider field.

It is for realization...

That each unit in the State...

Is a living, breathing soul...

Will you get on?

Living, breathing soul...

Each with its own intense perception

of his own rights and his own wrongs.

A leader must have that

strange sixth sense...

Which enables him to see

into the hearths of his people!

The Provost wishes to make

the corrections, Burdon.

"Mr." Burdon.

- Hack away!

- Hack away yourself! To bed!

Go on!

Are you gonna keep the machines

waiting all night?

Probably.

Here, no smoking within hours!

Here, have one!

Ay!

Oatmeal.

Food of horses in England

and men in Scotland.

Where else can you find

such horses or such men?

- Mr.!

- "Sir" to you.

- Have some porridge.

- No way.

Did you write that?

Listen!

I think I'm gonna make into you,

and I'm telling you.

Seeing you're new here,

and I am an old hand...

Did you like it?

British bacteria

and what they do.

- You're daft.

- I beg your pardon?

Nuts is the word, in English.

Keep your dirty hands off my breakfast!

You'll be fired.

I smell it.

You'll loose that smile on your face when the

boss and the Provost have read the article.

You're done for!

You'll see! Done for!

Where is the golf course?

Fore!

Ouch!

What the...

- I'm awfully sorry.

- Oh, it's you, it's quite all right...

You were a little late with your "fore".

And you were a bit early with your "out".

- Donald, please...

- Well, anyway, why aren't you working?

Donald and I are taking the morning off.

Would you care to join us?

Yes, I'd love to!

Pity I lost my ball.

Yes, it do seem to be lying pretty badly.

Not lying too well, I know.

- Let's put two more down!

- Yes.

Come on, Donald, bring the cup.

- Do show me the way!

- Right!

Pass me your club.

And the ball.

Your game was bad enough when you were

by yourself, what will it be now?

Sorry about that business

of Mrs. Hegarty's dog.

Yes.

Still, something ought to be done about it.

Yes.

I'm sorry, you're trying to play.

Oh, it's quite all right.

Did the Provost go to Croy this morning?

Yes, early, why?

Oh... Nothing.

Mrs. Hegarty! Mrs. Hegarty!

You are in the paper!

What?

With a full page they put you

in the Advertiser.

About me?

In the Advertiser?

Tom McWarden, have you a copy

of this illustrious publication?

Not me, Dan McCanny saw

it in the library...

When he was doing his crosswords.

In the library? Tom McWarden,

keep me ice cream warm!

What's this?

Order! Order!

Ohh!

Father blessed in heaven!

If that isn't me name all over the page!

In letters the size of a great whale

itself that swims in the wide oceans.

Scandalous incident over a dog!

Will you listen to this now...

It's high time our local bumbles

learn to administer the law with decency.

What's a bumble?

It was beneath the Provost's dignity

to set her mind at rest...

It wasn't beneath his dignity

to kick her out of doors.

He kicked her out as if she were

a complete stranger.

Wasn't that awful?

Tonight, this dull bully is holding

a political meeting...

To make a grand parade of his principles...

They are not good enough

for us, and neither is he.

Silence!

Silence!

Silence in the room!

Congratulations!

A magnificent fellow.

If we could only apply

the knowledge and energy...

That has come to the

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