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breeding of that animal...

To the improving of the human stock...

We could have something like that

in three generations.

- Well, thanks for the game.

- We'll have another when you've the time.

Yes, I think I'll have the time.

Victoria!

- What are you doing here with that man?

- You know Mr. Burdon?

- I am one of the untouchables.

- I'll say you are!

Haven't you heard? Something

terrible has happened.

Horace is off his head!

Oh, no, Lisbeth!

Have you had the doctor?

Don't be silly! Drive me home

and I'll tell you.

And Horace will deal with you, you cad.

- What on hearth?

- Get on, Vickie!

Oh, won't Willie ask the same!

Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen...

These are exceptional times...

And they require exceptional...

Require exceptional...

Exceptional measures!

And exceptional men...

Pause for applause.

- Ah, my friends...

- Were you speaking?

- I was not.

- It must have been the differential.

Will you see the young gent

that called yesterday?

- What young gent?

- Him from the newspaper.

- Then he can't come in.

- Right-o.

- And don't say "right-o".

- OK!

He's in!

How dare you come and see me?

I haven't.

I came to see the Provost.

Well, he's not back.

You go straight to the Hall.

I just want to give him an explanation.

I suppose you mean an apology?

No, an explanation.

I better go, it can't be very pleasant

for you to see me.

I suppose you know what you've done?

You've slandered a fine honourable man.

It's despicable.

What harm has my father

ever done to you?

To me...

No harm.

So why did you stabbed him

in the back like this?

Why did you do it?

It's hard to explain...

No decent action is ever hard to explain.

No, perhaps not.

You don't mean that idiotic business

about that dog?

You think it's idiotic?

- Well it's so... So small!

- Oppression is never small.

Oh, of course but...

It doesn't make sense!

You lose your job,

you'll never get another one...

And all because you got sentimental about

this silly old woman and her mongrel dog.

So did you, you stuck up for her.

Well, I tried to clear up after the Provost

had asserted his authority.

That's what women are for!

Ah, that's what women are for, are they?

Why did you do it?

Don't be the demure, I'm

trying to help you.

Are you?

Are you? Why?

Never mind why...

What sort of man are you anyhow?

Did you ever know a decent hearted chap who could tell

you straight off what sort of a decent chap he was?

I've never knew a man do the mischief

you've done for no reason at all.

Well, look here...

If you really want to know,

I'll tell you something I never told...

No, well... Goodbye.

Tell me!

Well...

When I was a kid...

I lived at the foot of a steep hill.

Carts used to go up the

hill with heavy loads.

Sometimes the horses couldn't take the

loads and the carters used to hit them.

On their flanks, on their bellies,

on their eyes and nostrils.

One day I couldn't

take it any longer...

I was tearful out of my life,

I went for one of the carters.

He then put the flat of his hand against my

face and sent me spinning into the gutter.

So I said to myself...

When you grow up, you will hit out.

Every time, no matter what it costs.

And you've done that?

Yes.

Get in.

What has the Advertiser come to?

I was away!

It was a great shock to me!

What shall we do?

Does the Provost know?

I couldn't say.

My, but it's awful, awful!

Horace, I want to talk to you.

Willie is not here yet.

He won't think I'd anything to do with it?

- Oh, don't be stupid!

- I wonder if he's seen it.

Well, if he hasn't we don't tell him now,

not before his speech.

Here he is.

Hail!

Hail!

- Hello, Father.

- Hello, Vickie.

Hello, Burdon! That was a good

job you made of our interview.

You made the corrections and the proof?

Yes.

Hello, Lisbeth!

Hello, Callender! A great night, hey?

Hello, Horace!

We want our Willie!

We want our Willie!

Did you hear them?

Did you hear that?

Oh, they're Calling for their Willie.

Well they shall have their Willie!

Ladies and gentlemen...

Our speaker tonight...

Needs very little introduction

from me.

There's no one who's

done more for Baikie...

Than Provost Gow.

Hear, hear!

- Sit down.

- No!

Tonight...

I want you to show him what you

really think of him in your hearts.

As the old man so wisely said...

Oh what some power that's good to have...

To see ourselves as others see us.

Yes...

Now you give the Provost the power

to see himself...

As you see him tonight.

Provost Gow!

Mr. Chairman, ladies and gentlemen.

I think I may call you my friends.

I'm sure I may call you my friends.

For what is friendship...

But the will to do,

and the power to do...

The best a man can, for those with whom

he's associated!

It is a sacred bond...

A beautiful relationship...

What's the matter with them, Skirving?

A sacred bond, a beautiful relationship.

We live my friends, in exceptional times.

And such times require

exceptional measures.

Ah, my friends...

What is needed today, is a

firm hand at the helm.

A man who'll go on and on,

and up and up...

On and on, and up and up...

Always keeping before him...

The best interests of the

whole community.

It will be the duty of such a man

to protect the oppressed...

For what...

For what is a man's

strength given to him...

If he doesn't hold out a helping hand!

Oh where, oh where

has my little dog gone?

Oh where, oh where can he be?

With his ears cut short

and his tail cut long

Oh where, oh where can he be?

Bau, Bau, Patsy has floppy ears...

Bau, Bau!

Bau, Bau!

He hasn't got his tax...

So she could not get him back...

But he could kick her out, Bau, Bau!

Who's given permission of issue?

I never saw the like

in 40 years of Scotch politics.

Scottish, man, Scottish!

Who wrote this filth?

I'm afraid I did.

- You did?

- Yes, he did.

Your traitorous little sneak.

- You dirty rat!

- Oh, father, don't! What's the use?

- Hey, you keep out of this...

- Listen, Mr. Gow...

- You snivelling little scoundrel!

- You see, Victoria, it's no use.

- Don't you dare to address my daughter!

- But you won't listen to me.

- Listen to you, you puke little libeller?

- Shut up.

- What did you say?

- I said:
Shut up.

- Oh father, do stop!

- Victoria, I think you are the limit.

Go on Willie, give the little bum

the hiding he deserves.

Yes I can...

I'll tell you what I'll do to you, you...

Be careful chum,

I'm rather good at this!

Mr. Provost! Oh, Mr. Provost!

The sergeant says

will you leave the building!

What do you mean, of course

I'll leave the building!

Ay, but the sergeant says will you go out

by the back way?

The back way?

What for?

The riot's getting out of hand!

- They are throwing stones.

- They're trying to break in!

- I'll show the rubble what I think of them.

- Willie, what are you going to do?

- I'll show them who's Provost Gow!

- Willie!

They can't carry on

like a lot of hooligans in my town!

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