The Winslow Boy Page #13

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Thank you, sir.

I...

It's difficult for me...

to find the right words to say to you.

Pray do not trouble yourself

to search for them, sir.

Let us take these rather tiresome and conventional

expressions of gratitude for granted, shall we?

Now, on the question of

damages and costs...

I fear we shall find the

Admiralty rather niggardly.

Please, sir - no further trouble

- I beg you.

This is all I have ever asked for.

Nevertheless, I have every intention of...

applying a slight but decisive spur...

to the First Lord's posterior

in the House of Commons.

Father, I'm most awfully sorry. I didn't

know anything was going to happen.

- Where were you?

- At the pictures.

We won, didn't you, Sir Robert?

Yes, Ronnie. We won.

Sir, the gentlemen at the front door

say please will you make a statement.

They say they won't go away until you do.

Very well, Violet. Thank you.

Yes, sir.

What shall I say?

I hardly think it matters, Whatever you say

will have little bearing on what they write.

- Thank you. What shall I say, Kate?

- You'll think of something, father.

Hm, Well...

No!

I refuse to meet the press

in this ridiculous chariot.

- Get me my stick!

- Father, you know what the doctor said -

Get me my stick! Ronnie, come help me.

How would this be?

It is not my victory.

It is the people who have triumphed -

as they always will - over despotism.

How does that strike you, sir?

A trifle pretentious, perhaps?

Perhaps, sir. I should say it, none the

less. It will be immensely popular.

Well, give me a minute,

I'll think of something.

Once the witness had been discredited,

the Attorney General threw up the case.

That's what we heard. But this

morning you seemed so depressed.

- Did I?

- Yes.

Would you mind if I sit down?

- No... Are you feeling all right, Sir Robert?

- Just a slight nervous reaction - that's all.

Have you such a thing as a drop of brandy?

- Yes, of course. - I have not

been feeling myself for some time.

I told the judge so, if you remember,

but I doubt if he believed me.

He thought it was a trick, I think.

Thank you. What suspicious minds

people have, haven't they?

Yes...

Thanks.

Sir Robert...

I have a confession and

an apology to make to you.

Dear lady - I am sure the one is

rash and the other superfluous.

I would far rather hear neither -

I am afraid you must.

It's a bigger problem for me

to say it than to write it.

I have entirely misjudged

your attitude to this case...

and if, because of that, I have ever

seemed to you either rude or ungrateful...

I am sincerely and humbly sorry.

My dear Miss Winslow, you have never

seemed either rude or ungrateful to me.

And my attitude to this case

has been the same as yours.

A determination to win at all costs.

And when you talk of gratitude, you must

remember that those costs were nof mine...

but yours.

Weren't they also yours, Sir Robert?

I beg your pardon?

Haven't you too made a

sacrifice for the case?

The robes of that office

would not have suited me.

Wouldn't they?

I must ask you never to divulge

it to a living soul...

and even to forget it yourself.

Sir Robert...

Why are you always at such pains to prevent

people knowing the truth about you?

- Am I, indeed?

- You know you are. Why?

- Perhaps because I do not know the

truth about myself - That is no answer.

My dear Miss. Winslow, are

you cross-examining me?

I guess I am.

Why are you so ashamed of your emotions?

Because, in my profession, I

must necessarily distrust them.

Cold, clear logic - and buckets of it -

should be the lawyer's only equipment.

Was it cold, clear logic that made

you weep at the verdict today?

I really must go.

For he's a jolly good fellow...

Do you think I could

slip out the back door?

Yes, of course. Through the garden gate.

Well. Goodbye, Miss. Winslow.

You still haven't answered my question.

Very well, then, if you must have it.

I wept today because right had been done.

- Not justice?

- No. Not justice. Right.

It is easy to do justice

- Very hard to do right.

But right has been done.

- Do you smoke? Of course you do.

- I didn't know you did.

I do sometimes...

on very...

very special occasions.

- Still pursuing your feministic

activities, Miss Winslow? - Oh, yes.

Pity. It's a lost cause.

How little you know women, Sir Robert.

Goodbye. I doubt if we shall meet again.

Oh, do you really think so?

How little you know men...

Miss. Winslow.

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