Storm in a Teacup Page #6

- Are you're a reporter?

- Yes!

Come with me. I'll give you the biggest

scoop you ever had in your life.

You better come Mrs.

Hegarty too, and I...

Mr. Burdon, Your Honour, don't be doing

anymore good for me!

I've lost Patsy I've lost me barrow,

there isn't much more I can lose.

Get out of my way!

Get after her, quick.

If your father thinks he's going to get away with

this, he has made the biggest mistake of his life.

Don't you wave that thing at me!

The deal is off!

The condemned man ate a hearty meal...

Patsy. Patsy...

In, in!

Honoria!

Meself.

I come to say goodbye.

You didn't say that you were leaving us.

It's goodbye to Patsy, you numbskull.

Well...

Step on it.

They'll be coming for him.

Patsy!

Don't take on, Honoria,

it cannot be helped!

There he lies...

As if he was in his coffin.

Ay...

I'm real sorry, Honoria...

But at least he is not going to suffer

any more like us that stay here.

- That's for true.

- Ay.

What do you say to a wee drink?

Come on, they're open.

No, no, Honoria.

In return for your kindness.

And leave Patsy?

Ah, he'll be all right, you can lock

the door, nobody'll know.

We'll drink to his dear departing spirit.

Sure...

Sure it's only common humanity.

Well... I'll get my keys.

Only a wee, you mind!

Mind this, Honoria...

Only went for a little one...

Just that.

Only one.

I'm seeking you, McKeller.

Oh...

It's you!

Ay, all six of me.

I suppose you know you're keeping

the vet waiting.

Ay, you're keeping the vet waiting.

Shh, shhh!

Have a hearth, have a hearth!

Why cause unnecessary pain?

Hack away, will you!

Come on round to your lodging

and hand him over.

Is he all right, Your Honour?

Shhh.

- Your good health, my dear.

- Thank you, Lord Skerryvore.

- There's a cause!

- We must all drink to that!

- Highlands honours, Mr. Provost!

- Ay! Ay!

Highlands honours!

Health!

Health!

Well...

- Very good indeed!

- Very nice!

I'm certain all enjoyed themselves...

Allow me.

Don't take too long with the port,

Lord Skerryvore.

No, I won't.

Ah, Lord...

Bring the cigars, Horace will you?

Come over here, my lord.

Come over here and finish your port

in comfort, will you?

Thank you!

- Cigar, my lord?

- Yes, thank you.

- Cigar?

- Thank you, Horace.

Well, Gow...

I hope you're adopted

as official candidate.

But, I thought that was settled!

Yes, I'd hoped it was, but...

Tell me...

What's all this about a dog?

I don't understand...

I mean is...

You know... At a by-election,

the first thought I have is Party.

It's...

Well what's it all about?

I've heard things!

You know it'd be awkward...

Oh, you mean... Oh that!

Oh that was just storm in a teacup!

A woman refused to pay her dog license...

And some young lad made

a sort of joke about it.

The exuberance of youth, you know...

It wasn't an organized thing?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

The papers made out

there was a bit of a riot.

Riot?

- That wasn't a riot, was it Horace?

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

Just... Just fun and game.

Might I have a drop of whiskey

instead of this port?

Why, of course my lord, please...

Please help yourself, would you?

Thank you.

I understand you're very highly respected

in this neighbourhood, Mr. Gow.

There's no man more respected

in the province.

If you understand, his word is law...

Now, in the development of Baikie, he...

- Popular too.

- Extremely popular.

Extremely popular.

Well, you know, popularity

is a tender plant.

The tactless handling of a situation

my be the end of his.

I told you, Your Lordship, the all childish

affair is finished and done with!

What kind of horn is this?

- What's the meaning of this commotion?

- Really My lord, I...

- Willie! Horace!

- Father, what is it?

Hold that, please!

- Thank you.

- Thank you!

What's all this?

What's that photographer doing here?

Mr. Provost!

Mr. Provost!

Oh Mr. Provost, he is gone!

- He is gone!

- Who's gone?

Patsy, Mr. Provost.

Who is Patsy?

Mrs. Hegarty's lord, Your Dogship.

Storm in a teacup, hey?

Exuberance of youth, hey?

Popular, hey?

Call my car!

- Close the door!

- Come in!

Move it, and help to call them off!

Stop petting the beast!

Put it down, Horace!

Give me my coat!

What are you doing?

Get that dog away, will you?

Your bonnet, my lord.

Lord Skerryvore, please don't go like this,

if you only knew, really...

- I mean, rather, it's all a

terrible mistake - You run, my Lord.

You can...

Excuse, my lord!

Oh, Horace, what a tragedy!

Oh, don't be stupid! Come on!

Oh, hello!

I'll never want to see you again!

Go away! Go away!

Let me go!

- Call them off, boys.

- Let's blow up, boys.

What was that?

Oh father, don't take it too hardly,

we all know what you feel!

That's just what you don't!

None of you understand Willie!

- Lisbeth!

- And you are worse than any of them!

You work against your own father, carrying

on with that rotten little bounder.

- Lisbeth, control yourself!

- And you are just as bad!

You are jealous of him because he is a man!

- And you're just a miserable... Fish!

- Lisbeth dear, you're upset...

Stay away, don't touch me!

Oh Willie, my darling, my love!

They can't do this to you!

Here, here, here!

What does that mean?

It means...

That I'm not wanted

in this house.

Here!

Take the first instalment.

Here is yours!

Do you think I'm doing it for money? Take it

away, all I want's a couple of quid to live on.

Don't be an ass, why should the Sun

get all this for nothing?

Take it away, give it to anyone you like.

Give to the Royal Hospital

for myopic Pekingeses.

Give it to Mrs. Hegarty!

You're a Procurator Fiscal of the Public

Prosecutor, aren't you?

Yes, but I don't see...

Well, do your duty, man!

You got to prosecute him!

Yes, but on what charges?

Find the charges. That's your job!

- Mr. Burdon...

- What the...

I have an warrant for your arrest.

I must ask you to come with me.

- What for?

- Here, you can't do that!

What's the charge?

Let see the warrant!

Come quietly now.

Hello, Burdon, your troubles have gone by.

This is Mr. Watkins

of the FFFFFFF...

The Federation of Friends of the Feathered

Fowl Forbidden Fare, you know.

- God!

- Mr. Burdon...

My society is full with admiration

for your great work on this Patsy case.

We feel that you've fought alone

an unequal battle too long.

I'm authorized to inform you that my Federation

has decided to take up the case officially...

And to finance your defence.

Mr. Burdon, we couldn't do otherwise!

The enthusiasm of our members!

We've made Patsy an

honorary vice-president.

- We've also...

- Go, go, go to...

Go away!

I'm fed up with the whole business!

If I wanted to become a publicity stunt to raising funds

for your federation of futile fatheads, I'll let you know!

You made a national entertainment out of what

was only a honest, straightforward issue!

And you want to use it to push

your fools' society!

Well, I won't have it!

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