Young Winston Page #6

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...and you must dry it.

Please, dearie.

All right, Womany.

In just a moment.

Your boots aren't damp, are they?

No. No, they're dry.

Oh, good.

It's what gives you toothache,

you know.

Sitting in damp boots.

I know.

Are you enjoying the cavalry, dearie?

Very much, Womany.

Very much.

Next! Arms up.

Next!

Arms up. Next!

Walk on!

Outward turn.

Both rides outward circle!

Sit up! Look up!

Two. Forward. One.

Back to your riding position.

One! Two!

Three! Four!

And one! And two!

And three! And four!

Down the centre.

Walk on.

Come along, Mr. Churchill...

...you'll have to do better

if you want to go to India.

"Mother, darling, India has

nothing more to offer me.

And now that you, unfortunately,

have lost most of our money...

...in that American

stockmark et swindle...

...I really must go

to the Sudan with Kitchener.

I could write another book

or sell some articles.

So, please, please,

talk to everyone you can.

By the way, I have met the most

beautiful girl I have ever seen.

Her name is Pamela Plowden.

We are going to do a tour

of Hyderabad tomorrow...

...on an elephant.

You have to ride on an elephant...

...because if you walk about...

...the natives have a habit

of spitting at you...

...and crowding you into the gutter.

Mother, darling, you won't forget

about Kitchener, will you?"

"Sarling, as you ask ed...

...I have written

to General Kitchener...

...and I should be getting

his reply soon.

You will be pleased

to learn, I know...

...that the Prince of Wales

is reading your book. "

I cannot resist writing you

these two lines...

...to congratulate you

on the success of your book.

Everyone is reading it.

But your dear mother tells me...

...you are thinking of

resigning your commission...

...and standing for parliament.

I hope you will not do so.

You have plenty of time before you...

...to mak e your name and your friends

in the army.

And now to Sir Ian Hamilton...

...Lord Roberts, Lord Curzon,

Sir Evelyn Wood...

...Lord Cromer,

the Prince of Wales...

...the prime minister

and Lady Randolph Churchill.

Say that I insist on the privilege

of selecting my own officers.

Say, as I've already said

not once but many times before...

...I have no room for Churchill.

None!

- Say that-

- Just arrived, sir.

Say that time grows short...

...and I have many more important

things to think about...

...and that the matter is closed

finally, definitely and forever.

And I don't want to hear

any more about it.

You'll- You'll dress it up, of course.

Certainly, sir.

Lady Randolph Churchill...

...widow of

Lord Randolph Churchill...

...formerly Miss Jennie Jerome

of New York and Paris.

You play, if I may say so,

Lady Randolph, most beautifully.

It's been said you could appear

on the concert stage...

...if you desired. And you've given us

ample proof of that skill.

Thank you.

It has also been said,

no doubt with malice...

...that you interest yourself a great

deal in your son Winston's affairs...

...and in his advancement.

But I should be a most

unnatural mother if I didn't.

Of course.

But there are those who

find an interesting contrast...

...between your efforts

on his behalf now...

...and your neglect of him

when he was a child.

Neglect?

But that was never the case.

That is vicious and hurtful.

My son never lacked a mother's love.

Naturally, when he was a child, he went

off to school. The very best of schools.

At home, he had my attention

and a marvellous nanny...

...who was with us

almost from the time he was born.

Naturally, I was at the same time

devoted to my husband's career...

- ... as any wife would be.

- I see.

You do, on occasion...

...entertain or act as hostess

for the Prince of Wales.

His Royal Highness finds you

charming, gracious, amusing.

You are at liberty to think so.

But if you are insinuating

the slightest impropriety-

Not at all, dear lady. Not at all.

Please be calm.

I am perfectly calm.

Then we can proceed.

You are aware your name has been

linked with another royal personage...

...Count Charles Kinsky,

the well-known sportsman.

I don't know what

you mean by " linked. "

We are friends.

- We have been friends for many years.

- Yes, friends. Exactly.

Friends. Yet, at one time, there

was gossip, malicious, of course...

...that your marriage to Lord Randolph

was pro forma.

In the event of a divorce,

you and Count-

There was never

a possibility of divorce.

- You and Count Kinsky are still friends?

- Yes.

Charles was married shortly

before my husband died.

Three weeks before,

in his own country, in Austria.

He has remained there ever since.

He has great responsibilities there.

One last question.

What precisely was the nature

of your husband's last illness?

It is well-known.

It was caused by overwork.

Yes. But the symptoms were

most curious, were they not?

I don't know what you mean.

Surely you were aware

of your husband's symptoms?

- I think this has gone far enough.

- This is of great interest to the public.

Is it? Why should it be?

Why should it be any concern

to what you call the public?

The public is everyone.

And the public has a right to know.

Why? What right?

I don't know anything

about such a right.

I only know about the right

to some privacy!

Oh, come, come, Lady Randolph.

We live in modern times.

Surely the word " syphilis"

need hold no terrors for us.

Are you content?

Have you heard?

We've had a death. Young Chapman.

-21 st Lancers.

- Really?

Pity. Just when he was going

out to the Sudan too.

- Yes.

- So we have a vacancy, don't we?

- Yes.

- You know, I was wondering.

- What?

- What about young Churchill?

- Are you mad?

- Well, why not?

Firstly, if the general twigged...

...he'd have our balls for breakfast.

And secondly, why?

Surely you don't have any use

for that little publicity hunter.

None at all.

- But his mother's a smasher.

- Yes, I know.

I say, you dog.

- Do you know her?

- No.

But I'd give anything to meet her.

So, come on, what do you say?

There's not a chance in the world

the old boy will ever...

War office to

Lieutenant Churchill:

"You will proceed to the 21 st Lancers

at your own expense.

In the event of injury

to yourself or your horse...

...no charge will be made

against army funds.

Sign here, please. Three copies. "

"I say, Churchill,

we at the Psychical Research Society...

...have an interesting

experiment in mind...

...which, as a journalist,

should interest you too.

If you should, unfortunately,

get killed...

...will you try to

communicate with us?"

Forward, halt!

Chapman!

I say, Chapman?

Chapman, are you deaf?

Oh, sorry, sir. It's Churchill, sir.

Yes, of course, Churchill.

Chapman's the one who's dead.

Sorry about that.

What condition's your horse in?

First-rate.

Not tired, if that's that you mean.

Oh, good. Now, you're the one

who wants to see a show, aren't you?

Report up forward to Colonel

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