The Reckoning Page #4
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- Year:
- 1970
- 111 min
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between sales and economic planning.
My only interest is in the
accounting aspect.
Men who walk down the middle of the road
ten to get run over.
You're either for us or against us.
might win without your help.
In which case Hazlitt here, might
remember your lack of loyalty to him.
You might even end up where you started.
Running a Cost Office in a factory.
On the other hand, we might lose.
But Hazlitt here will still be the
Senior Director of the holding company.
And he could make life very difficult
if he chose.
Not that he'd need to, I'm sure.
Our interests are common.
Aren't they?
aggressive, Stanley.
No, no. Not at all.
I see his point. I suppose I agree.
Thank you Stanley... you won't regret it.
We're due at the meeting.
I suggest you hang on here
for a few minutes.
It would not look good if we went
in as a lobby.
Benham's in there. If he asks for a line,
don't give him one.
You go a bit far sometimes Michael.
Do you have to be quite so blunt?
Yes!... Leave that thing alone!
Go in there and tell him it's out of order,
and stay with him until he leaves.
Let's go into the meeting.
Your hour of triumph is at hand.
It would appear that Mr Davidson's
forecasts were, unfortunately, mistaken.
We are, even now, feeling effects of the
decisions taken at that time.
All the evidence shows that our sales
department is one of the best in the country.
And they are doing as well as can be
expected under the circumstances.
The cause for our present malaise
has to be sought further back.
And it can be directly traced to that
decision made by Mr Davidson back in 1959.
Naturally, he never underestimated the
importance of computers in their own field.
What he did was to underestimate the speed
at which the computers were miniaturized.
And the reduction in costs which now
makes them a direct threat to our market.
It does appear that..
Hilda... oh God, was I asleep?
You look worn out.
I didn't sleep last night.
Hazlitt sends greetings.
The meeting was a personal triumph.
For him.
He sent you down a present.
What is it?
Aspirin.
Sorry you're not feeling too good Michael.
I wish there was something I could do to help.
What's worrying you?
I'm expected to kick someone's head in.
To a lad who did my father.
Booted him in a pub.
But can't the police see to that?
There will be no witnesses.
It's like a bad joke about Sicilian
gangsters. For Christ's sake!
It's past the middle of the 20th century,
and I'm expect to kill a yob I don't know.
And don't worry.
If there's any trouble, I'll be round to
your flat in Earl's Court in no time.
I wouldn't t mind.
Wouldn't you?
It might be sooner than you think.
Why don't you go home, Michael?
Yes, that's right... home.
Where squaw?
In bedroom.
Ugg!
Michael! You're home early.
You having an affair with an intellectual?
Or did you think Spinoza was a private eye?
You look tired.
I Am tired.
I'm hungry too.
Hmm, I'd better move.
I gather that the return of the prodigal
wasn't exactly a success?
Nope.
It must have been awful for you.
Well, you didn't seem over-anxious
to rush along to his funeral.
He was the only one in your family who
ever tried to understand me.
Now he's gone, I can't imagine anything more
horrifying than your family at a wake.
Don't I smoke anymore?
Sorry.
Aren't you going to tell me about it?
Well, not much to tell. Thanks to Hazlitt,
by the time I got there, he was dead.
I didn't even talk to him.
And your mother?
Not exactly overjoyed after 37 years.
Hmm.
Don't you ever think of anything else?
Not much.
I've got to get ready.
Why?
I haven't seen you for weeks.
Oh, don't do that! You know if you do,
I can't ask you to stop.
So, why fight it?
Not in here!
Nobody's coming, darling.
All those people. Don't you remember?
We're having a party, tonight.
You..
I don't believe it.
Well, you knew about it.
Why didn't you call it off?
How could I?
What kind of pig-iron are you made of?
Don't you ever feel anything?
That old fellah, is lying up there
in Liverpool
stiffer and stiffer.
And you expect me to sit around drinking
Camparis with your useless lady golfers?
Your friends are coming too, don't forget!
Rot the lot them. I'm going out!
No you're not! I'm not going to be
lumbered with your dreaded tycoons!
Bollocks!
Here's to the wild colonial boy.
Ned Kelly. May his drive increase.
So your old man was a
bit of a singer then, was he?
My old man new more songs
than I've ever heard of.
Then there'd be times when he's swing
me a backhander and I'd hate his guts.
And then he'd sing something,
and the whole world shone again.
Because now he's gone,
I just want to fight... everybody.
And that Anglo-Saxon b*tch.
I could happily smash her face in.
Oh, come on Mick, you've just
had a bit too much.
This is the "moment of truth".
There never was much between us, you know.
About one weekend of pre-marital bliss
at a cottage in the country.
About all we've got to be nostalgic about.
And that bit of romance vanished six
days later at the Fulham registry office.
And now she's ready for a change.
And God knows what to..
Into other women, perhaps?
Maybe even dogs? The silly slut!
I just couldn't care less.
I just want out!
It's a bad thing.
What are you doing tonight, Brunzy?
It's nearly over.
Let's go to the party.
Have a bit of a laugh. Come on,
let's get a couple of bottles.
Our friends!
Get a grip on yourself Mick.
You'll be in trouble with the wife.
If you're Irish, come into the parlor.
There's a welcome there for you.
Brunzy, you old dog. Where's Michael been
hiding you all these months?
Oh. I've been around.
Good evening.
Going awfully well.
Sparkling, indeed.
A very nice evening.
Are you alright? Very well?
Hello Michael.
Good evening.
She drives all the way to Gerrard's Cross
just to take the boy to the catholic school.
Bruce and I haven't got many prejudices,
but really, catholics are... the end.
Oh faith or our fathers, holy faith.
We will be true to thee until death.
Don't bother to apologize, but my old
mother was very close to the late Pope.
And they do say... who knows?
Absolutely stoned.
Poor Rosemary.
Straight off down the side,
with this bobby still on the bonnet!
Got his head on the wall, have you?
Michael, old chap.
Cheers!
Would you excuse me?
Yes, of course.
Put that bottle down!
I'll drop my bottle if you will drop your..
And get your sallow-skinned friend
out of here!
Everything alright mummy?
Lovely party, darling.
You're looking very well Rosemary.
Thank you.
There it is. Bound-shouldered and
lemon titted. Mummy.
The wife's old lady. Seen chatting up
Sir Miles Bishton.
An ornament to the board of the
Grenfell Corporation, and 33 others.
God, give me strength.
I'll have a Bacardi, Michael.
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