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[orchestral music] ]

[grinding]

[slurping]

- 'ow long, Mrs. Bridges?

- 'Til it's done and not before.

- When's that, then?

- When your arm drops off.

- Look, I'm supposed
to be a footman,

not an ice cream maker.

This is kitchen maid's
work, this is.

- Ruby couldn't turn the
'andle of a musical box,

let alone a thing like that.

I said pick 'em over,
Ruby, not eat 'em.

[Ruby sighing]

[grinding]

- Blinkin' organ grinder,
that's me.

All I need is a monkey on this.

[monkey hooting]

[Ruby laughing]
Watch it!

- Shall I wash them?

- Wash strawberries?

The very idea.

Take away any little
flavor they have got.

Now, when I was a girl,
strawberries did 'ave flavor.

Now, not so much.

[mumbles] were then.

Oh!

Sick and tired of not cookin'.

Somethin' cold, Mrs.
Bridges, she says.

[scoffing]

'ow I long to get me 'ands
on a nice leg a mutton.

- Oh, you don't want
gas goin' this weather,

Mrs. Bridges, we're
all shut in 'ere.

- We don't want that
thing goin', anyway.

- What're we 'avin' tonight,
Mrs. Bridges?

- Salmon, said the same.

- Oh no, not again.

- Don't like it.

- Then you'll go 'ungry.

If I leave this in the
larder another day,

it'll walk off on
it's own two feet.

- How are we off for
ice, Mrs. Bridges?

- Ooh, it's in the
sink, Mr. 'udson,

what's left of it.

- Thank you.
- Ah.

[grinding]

[dishes clattering]

Oh, Edward, go and remove
one place in the dining room.

There'll only be two
for dinner tonight.

- Oh, drat.

- The master will be
dining out, Mrs. Bridges.

[Mrs. Bridges gasping]

At his club.

[clock ticking]

[paper rustling]

[sighing]

[paper rustling]

- Jack Challen?

- Yes?

- I'm sorry, but...
- It's Dick, um?

- Yes, Bellamy.

- Dick Bellamy.
- Oh, it is you.

- That's hardly believable.
- Well, I didn't even know

you were a member here.

- Only just.

I live in the country, and
I hardly ever come in here.

- Well, that's the old wind,
it's been donkey's years.

- Well, since Ferris,
when you were grand

Second Secretary, and
I was humble Fourth.

- Yes, you lighted on our
loathing of the First Secretary.

- Not to mention the Ambassador.

- Oh, well, Bunting,
I'll have some more.

Would you have some whiskey?

- Oh, yes, please.

I can't stay long, I've
got to catch a train.

- Well, sit down
for five minutes.

Are you still with
the foreign office.

- No, I married into commerce.

I loved the girl and
needed the money.

I prefer it now.

I was, uh...

I was sorry to read
about your wife.

- Thank you.

- I say, this place,
it's like a morgue.

- Yes, well, London's always
tedious this time of year.

The House in recess,
everyone away.

- Well, you should
get away yourself.

- Nowhere to go.

- Huh, no one to see?

- Oh, no, heavens no.

Only our London house now,
and that belongs to my son.

I just board there.

- Really?

- Thank you.

- Sodas.

- Oh, just this one, please.

Do you ever get down to
Southwold these days?

- Never.

Marjorie's cousin is no--

- Heaven's sake, look out!

- Sir, I've got a cloth,
it's a new...

Sorry for.

- Let me help.
- There, it's alright.

No, there's no harm done.

- Very sorry, Sir.

- It won't stain?

- No, no, it'll probably spoil
the crease, nothing more.

Just give me a little
soda in the glass,

please, and carefully now.

That's right, that's enough.

- [chuckling] It doesn't show.

- No, no, no.

Ah, where were we?

Oh yes, about your situation.

- Yes.

- Well, it's really
none of my business.

- Well, I'm now one of
those impoverished widowers

with a small income and
precious little capital.

- Oh, I see, it's
rotten for you.

Tell me, Dick, do you, um...

Do you ever gamble on
the stock exchange?

Shares? Puxoles?

- Oh, never, all
a mystery to me.

- Yes, well...

I must be getting
to the station.

- Well, can't you dine?

And go later?

I'm on my own now.

- Alas, no, my chairman
is coming for the weekend,

and as he also happens
to be my father-in-law,

I must be getting back.

- Well, been good to see you.

- We'll meet the next
time I'm in London.

- We must.
- Yes.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

[paper rustling]

[door thumping]

- Dick, it's just a thought.

- Yes? Yes, Sir?

- I'd like to give you
a tip, if I may?

- Well, thank you, Jack,
but I never bet horses.

- No, this isn't a horse.

Any spare cash that you do have,

anything you can raise,

buy Cartwright's Engineering.

They're a motor car firm.

Might just ease your situation.

- Well, that's very kind
of you, but surely all

motor car firms are as dead
as the dodo, even I know that.

Too much competition
but too small a market,

isn't that what they say?

Sorry, Jack.

- You will be sorry
if you don't.

- Do you mean that?

- I promise you.

But there is one thing
that you must promise me.

For reasons which
I can't disclose,

you must not mention to anyone
that I told you to buy them.

It must be absolutely
confidential.

- Word of honor.

- I must be going.

- Wait, oh look, James,
let me have your address.

[door thumping]

Cartwright Engineering.

- Uh, that's right, Jock,
Apple Cider for the 2:30,

and a bob to win White
Magic for the same ledger.

-[Hudson] Good morning, Jock
-[Jock] United?

-[Hudson] I think I'll have
a wee sale in the big race.

A Seremond.

S-E-R-E-M-O-N-D.
-[Jock] Seremond?

-[Hudson] Aye, 16 to way.

-[Jock] 16 to way
Seremond in the big race?

-[Hudson] Right you are, Jock.

Cheery bye for now.
-[Jock] Bye, Angus.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

-[Richard] Ah, there
you are, Hudson.

The telephone was busy.

- Oh, I, I'm sorry, Sir.

I was just making some
arrangements with a tradesman.

- Uh, yes, yes, we'll,
that's quite alright.

I want you to get me a
telephone number.

Chancery 2214.

- Very good, sir.

Hello?

-[Operator] Number, please?

- Oh, aye, would you connect
me, please, with chancery 2214?

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
-[Secretary] Chancery 2214.

- Good morning, Richard.
- Come on in.

Is that Ben and Joseph,
Law and Main?

Can I speak to Mr. Main, please?

-[Secretary] Will you
hold the line, please?

- Yes, I will.

Hello, my dear.

- I am sorry.

James wanted some cigarettes.

We thought you might have some.

- Uh, yes.

Here we are.

- Thank you.

Did you have a pleasant
evening at your club?

- Oh, tolerable.

Met a chap I hadn't seen for
years, as a matter of fact.

Oh, oh, hello.

Is that Mr. Main?

-[Mr. Main] Speaking.

This is Richard Bellamy here.

I believe you looked after
my late wife's investments.

-[Mr. Main] Oh yes,
Lady Marjorie.

- Yes.

-[Mr. Main] How nice
to hear from you.

- Thank you.

I wonder if you would
do something for me.

-[Mr. Main] Glad to
help if we can.

- I'd like you to purchase
for my account

some Cartwright Engineering
shares,

the motorcar firm.

-[Mr. Main] Cartwright's?

They're a bit slack
at the moment.

- Yes, yes, Mr. Main,
I know they are,

but all the same, I would like.

-[Mr. Main] Are you
certain about this?

- Oh, yes, yes, I
am quite certain.

5,000 pounds worth.

Ordinary shares.

Well, get...

Well, I suppose so.

Um, what do I have to do?

-[Mr. Main] Oh, nothing further.

We'll send you an account.

- Alright, thank you very much.

- You've no doubts about this?

- No, no, I have no doubts,
Mr. Main, thank you.

Goodbye.

-[Mr. Main] Goodbye,
Mr. Bellamy.

[phone clicking]

- Ah, perhaps they'll
make me rich,

perhaps they won't.

- It's an awful lot
of money to risk.

- Yes.

It's calculated.

- Well, thank you for
the cigarettes, Richard.

[door thumping]

[blowing]

- Thank you.

Yes, Hudson?

You do it just as well as Locks.

- Uh, thank you, Sir, though
might I suggest a new one.

- No, certainly not.

One only buys a new hat
for a general election,

not for the first day
of a new session.

- Will you be requiring
your coat today, Sir?

- It is cooler this
morning, Richard.

- No, no, no, plenty of
time for coats and cars.

Thank you, Hudson.

Now, my dear, can you spare me
accompaniments in the study?

- Yes.

- There's some bills
for you and James.

Now, master curmudgeons.

This bill from Wilson's
the garage.

That's where James' motor
car is said to be by mistake.

- I'll see to them.

♪ Three little maids are we

You're very cheerful
this morning, Richard.

- Oh, it's getting better
at the House of Commons

after that interminable
summer recess.

- Give Mr. Askwith a
bite for me, would you?

- I'll do that.

And I'm going to my tailor
to order a new suit.

- Splendid.

- [laughing] Oh, Father,

didn't you say you bought some

of those Cartwright Engineering?

- Your motor.

- Hmm? [groaning]

Didn't you say you bought some

of those Cartwright Engineering?

The uh, the shares?

- Yes, in a moment
of abberation.

I should have listened
to that stockbroker.

Why?

- There's something about them
in the paper this morning.

- Oh, well, they went up
a hay penny a month ago,

I suppose they've lost it again.

- Not exactly.

What did you buy them at?

- Three in sixpence.

It's engraved on my heart.

- Today, they're 14 shillings.

- What?
- Richard.

- Well, that's incredible
[stuttering] .

- Let me see.
- Look, here, here, look.

-[Richard] How much am I worth?

C'mon, now be a good
mathematician.

- 5,000 pounds.

- Well, your 5,000
is now worth 20.

- Oh, my God.

- Jolly good, Father.

- Why have they got at them?

There must be a reason for it.

- Oh, there is.

They've just pulled
off a whopping

great deal with the war office.

To make trucks for the army.

What made you buy them, aye?

Someone put you onto them?

- Uh, yes, yes, an
old friend, yes.

- Congratulations.

- Oh, darling, you
should be off.

- So must I.

- Yes.

- Well, that's incredible,

15,000 pounds profit
in a matter of weeks,

merely by picking
up the telephone.

- Well, don't go and
spend it, Father,

remember it's only on paper.

Unless, of course, you
sell the shares again.

- No, I won't do that.

C'mon, I'm due at the
tailor's at 10:00.

- Goodbye, Richard.

-[Richard] Goodbye, Hazel.

- Be good.

- Bye, James.
- Bye bye.

- Goodbye, Sir.

[Ruby singing]

- Thank you, Ruby.

[Ruby singing]

- The master gone, then?

- Both of them, Mrs.
Bridges, the old and the new.

And both in a very
cheerful mood for a change.

- Hmm, well, that's
just at well.

The tradesman's books
higher than ever.

I know what it'll be.

We must cut back, Mrs. Bridges.

Must economize.

- Oh, I don't think
we're as hard up

as all that, Mrs. Bridges.

- Gentries always 'ard up
when it comes to paying bills.

'specially them as
wasn't born to it.

Mentionin' no names, but you
see were my thoughts fly.

- Even the master's
not exactly hard up,

not today, Mrs. Bridges.

-[Mrs. Bridges] [chuckling]
What's 'e been up to, then?

Pawnin' the crown jewels?

[Hudson chuckling]

What are you so full
of cream for?

- He's had good news,
Mrs. Bridges,

though naturally
I can't say what.

- Yes, you can and
yes, you will.

- The girl.

- She can't hear.

Even if she could, she
wouldn't be able to understand.

What news?

- Some shares he's got.

They've gone right up
in the stock exchange.

- Oh, I don't know with shares.

Penny bank, yes.

What shares?

- It seems he's made
a wise investment

that could make him financially
independent at last.

- Oh.

- And about time too,
Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh.

- Morning.
- Good morning.

- Ah, Bellamy.
- Pritchett.

Good morning.

- You're just the fellow.

Good summer?

- Tolerable, thank you.

- Have you got your extra sheet?

- No, something interesting?

- Do you know Arthur Naws?

-[Richard] No, I don't think so.

-[Pritchett] A lobby
correspondent

with the Evening Gazette.

Not quite my politics and even
though it's yours, but still.

Arthur Naws, Richard Bellamy.

- How do you do, Mr. Naws?

- It's an honor to make
your acquaintance, Sir.

- Naws was asking me about
this Cartwright business.

Oh, you have heard.

Yes, they've got a
contract to reequip

the army with motortrucks.

- Why ask Pritchett?

He's not war office, just
a back bencher like myself.

Government benches, of course.

[Naws chuckling]

You need Mayfield or Deeping.

I'll see if they're around.

- Oh, don't go to any trouble.

Our dear Mr. Pritchett
has been most helpful.

- I thought, perhaps, he
should have a word with you.

I believe you know
something about it.

- I?

- Ah, Bertie.

Forgive me, gentlemen.

- It's these motortrucks
that I'm curious about.

- Oh, yes?

- Yes, but what do the
army favor so much?

They're spending
a fortune on it.

Cartwright Engineering

have been working on
the machine for years.

With encouragement, I believe?

- I don't think I can help you.

- It's an interesting question

that Mr. Pritchett's
put down tomorrow.

Don't you agree?

- I get the impression you're
trying to say something.

- Oh, no, not me.

It's your friend, Mr.
Pritchett's question.

- He's not my friend.

And what's his question, anyway?

[clearing throat]

- "Mr. Henry Pritchett, the
member from Stafford North

"to ask the Prime Minister
if he could set up an inquiry

"to investigate the
circumstances in which
allegations

"have been made that
certain honorable members

"have made use of information
improperly acquired,

"when dealing in the shares of
Cartwright Engineering, Ltd."

That's somewhat sensational,
don't you agree?

Mr. Bellamy?

[clock ticking]

- Noon tea late, Mrs. Bridges?

- I 'aven't 'ad time,
that Ruby's out.

There's a pot on the range
if you're dyin' a thirst.

Where 'ave you been, girl?

- Shopping on Elizabeth Street.

I fetched' Mr. 'udson's
evening papers.

- Shop?

You think you been to the
printers and printed it.

- Oh, thank you,
Ruby, thank you.

- You been talkin' to soldiers?

- Oh, no, Mrs. Bridges,
I wouldn't dare.

- I shouldn't think
they'd want to neither.

Oh, go on, get the tea laid out.

She's listless, that Ruby.

Dose of brimstone and
treacle for 'er tonight.

- Ah, Fox best team for
Saturday, my own choice exactly.

- Oh?

What's that then, Mr. 'udson?

- At Chelsea, for the game
against Woolwich Arsenal.

- God bless my soul.

It's Mr. Bellamy's
picture, look.

[paper rustling]

- "Among the names figuring
in the share

"register of Cartwright
Engineering

"is that of Mr. Richard
Bellamy, MP."

- Ooh.

- "It will be remembered
that Mr. Bellamy's wife,

"the Lady Marjorie, was
among the victims

"of the tragically [mumbles].

- Why can't they let it alone?

She's dead and that's that.

- Question in the House tomorrow

about the master's shares, aye.

I don't like the sound
of this, Mrs. Bridges.

[knocking]

- Hazel?

- Back to my old job
as your secretary.

- Yes.

- I didn't expect you so early.

How was the House?

- Oh, it was fun to
be back, honest.

- Oh, do you want some tea?

- No, thank you,
I must telephone

the stock broker before
he leaves his office.

- Your valuable shares?

- Yes, well, I might
as well get rid

of them while they're high.

But would I be a bull or a bear?

I never know.

- A bull, I think.

- Oh.

- Suppose they go any higher.

- I rather hope they don't.

- Spoken like a socialist.

- Why?

- Oh, Richard.
- Oh.

Some idiot's put down a
doubtful question about them.

- Oh?

- Had me worried for a
moment, but it's nonsense.

So, might as well
get rid of them.

And be done with it.

- Excuse me, Sir,
I thought perhaps

you ought to see the
evening newspaper.

- Evening newspaper?

It's pretty early, isn't it?

- It's my own copy, Sir.

-[Richard] Oh, well, that's
very kind of you, Hudson.

- Oh, thank you, Hudson.

-[Richard] Oh, oh, Hudson,
will you get

me a telephone number?

Chancery 2214.

- Very good, Sir.

[door thumping]

- Scored me mad, he
must think I'm very

out of date with the news.

- Oh, Richard.

- What?

God Almighty.

[phone ringing]

-[Hudson] Your number, Sir.

- Cancel it, please, Hudson.

-[Hudson] Very good, Sir.

- Our friend Pritchett seems
to be out for my blood.

In God's name, why?

[knocking]

- Sir Geoffrey.

- Where is your master?

- I'll see if he's at home, Sir.

- Which means that he is.

- He's in the study, Sir.

-[Richard] Ah, Geoffrey.

- Sir Geoffrey Dillon, Sir.

- What is this, Richard?

- Oh, you have seen it.

- I have.

Are you trying to drag the
Southwold name in the mud?

- I imagine you had come here
through a concern for me,

and not for the torpid carers.

- Excuse me, Richard.

Sir Geoffrey.

- Have you thought of
the Dowager Countess?

She's bound to hear of it.

Some friend will
telephone, you may be sure.

How could you do this, Richard?

- I would of thought,
a solicitor, above all,

would assume his client's
innocence

until the reverse is proved.

- I only bought the
damn paper to read about

that disgraceful divorce
Yutevy Smith's conducting.

For us, as a matter of fact.

Well?

- I'll sue the rag for libel,

and you'll make a lot of money.

- You can't sue them.

It's not libelous.

"Have MP's been trafficking
in Cartwright shares?"

It's a question.

"Richard Bellamy, MP, is found

to have bought shares in
the company recently."

It's a plain statement of fact.

I assume it is a statement
of fact.

- Of course, it is.

- How many?

- 5,000 pounds worth.

- What, the 5,000?

The money you got from
James for the house?

- I have no other.

- Then you're a fool.

- A fool?

Even though they're
now worth 20,000?

- I can manage simple
arithmetic.

When did you buy them?

- Oh, middle of last month.

I was about to dispose of them.

- Don't you dare!

- Why not?

- It would look suspicious.

- Suspicious?

For God's sake.

- To sell out the moment
you're in trouble,

as good as admitting your guilt.

- I am not in trouble,
and I am not guilty.

- What exactly is this
question tomorrow?

How is it raised?

Henry Pritchett?

And asking the Prime Minister?

- I know.

Why didn't he put it down
for the war secretary?

- Wouldn't have made as
big a splash in the papers.

Is Askwaith in on this?

- Surely not.

- Well, they're both liberals.

Why, I wouldn't put
anything past them.

- Mr. Johnson Munhy
to see you, Sir.

- Johnson Munhy?

Oh, send him in, Hudson.

- I thought you should
have your chief whip

round here before you could
say the word "scandal".

- Damn it, the question
doesn't mention me by name.

- The newspaper does, Richard.

I'm afraid the fat's
in the fire.

- Mr. Johnson Munhy, Sir.

- Bellamy.

Ah, Sir Geoffrey.

- Good afternoon.

- I expect you can
guess why I'm here.

- Yes, yes, I can.

Please sit down.

- Thank you.

- Now, Munhy, before
you go any further,

I'd like to make it
quite clear to you.

- My dear Bellamy,
you have purchased

shares in a firm possibly
knowing...

I will allow you possibly.

That the firm in question

would benefit from a
government contract.

That was a very dangerous
thing to do.

- Did you know, Richard?

- I did not.

- Then why did you
buy the stock?

- Because someone advised me to.

- Someone outside the House?

- Who was it, Richard, it
might make a difference.

- The man who advised me to has
nothing to do with politics.

- Your broker?

- Certainly not.

I cannot reveal his name,

because I promised not
to on my word of honor.

- The honor of the Conservative
Party is at stake, Bellamy.

And of the House of Commons.

- The honor of the House?

Have they gone mad?

- If that's your attitude.

- That is my attitude
and my firm belief.

Let Pritchett ask his
question and be damned.

- You're skating on
very thin ice, Richard.

Don't you realize that?

- Munhy.

- Good morning.

- I would like you to arrange
fa meeting for both of us

with the leader, if you would.

- I wouldn't advise it.

The morning's newspapers may
come as pleasant reading.

- Yes, they say much to offend,

while offering nothing
the way of fact.

Any further developments?

- Yes, one.

Through his chief whip,
the Prime Minister

has done us the courtesy
of showing us

his reply to Pritchett's
question.

- Which is?

- "He knows nothing of
dealings by honorable members

"in the shares of Cartwright
Engineering, Ltd.,

"or whether any misuse
of privileged information

"may be involved, but he
wishes to inform the honorable

"member for Stafford
North that he proposes

"to appoint a Select Committee
to look into the matter."

- Select Committee?

- He set one up in '93
in similar circumstances

when he was Home Secretary.

The Fellowsome affair.

It worked very well.

It will be my duty to
instruct you to appear

before the committee to
answer their questions.

- Why not a full scale
trial appeal or bailee?

- A three-man Select
Committee will be simpler

and quicker, and it can
take evidence under oath.

- Under oath?

I'm not a liar, you know.

- Nobody said you were.

Now, I advise you to
go home, Bellamy.

I wouldn't show your face
in the chamber, not today.

Unless you relish the
prospect of a pack

of wolves baying for your blood.

- But she said she was
going out to lunch.

- And now she's not,
Mrs. Bridges.

- That's right, she
was gonna visit

her marm, I heard her say it.

- Edward, what on earth are
you doing with those flowers?

- Well, she likes the way
I do them, she said so.

- [scoffing] Make
a nice little wife

for somebody, you would.

- More than you would.

- Oh, chop and change,
chop and change.

- The pavement outside
is thick with people.

- Gawkers?

- Yes, gawkers and
newspapermen, Mrs. Bridges.

Mrs. Bellamy's quite right
not to run their gauntlet.

- Well, it'll just have to
be the raised pie I made.

There's no choice.

[crowd clamoring in distance]

If she wants a share
of our stew.

They're only there because
his name's in the paper.

- You know, she should've
let me call the police.

- Well, I should've thought
they would 'ave come before.

'im, a member of Parliament
and that rabble outside.

[clucking]

- They won't throw
a bomb, will they?

- Get on with your work, Ruby.

Oh, good God, will
they, Mr. 'udson?

- I think it extremely
unlikely, Mrs. Bridges.

- Only villains get into papers.

- The master is hardly
a villain, Mrs. Bridges.

- The king gets in papers.

- Duchess, maybe.

You get on with your
work, my girl.

That there has got eyes in it.

I can see them from
'ere staring at me.

Just like that crowd
outside, staring in here.

We're notorious, that's
what we are.

- Now, keep calm, Mrs. Bridges.

- How can anybody keep calm?

Oh, oh!

Oh, drat!

[sobbing] It's like
on a them besieges

with the enemy all round.

- We'll starve to death.

- Oh, be quiet, girl,
I won't tell you again.

- Don't you pick on my Ruby.

- Oh, it's alright, Hudson,
I came in through the mews.

- Yes, yes, of course,
Sir, but uh...

- Rather a crowd at
the front door.

- Yes, Sir, gentlemen
of the press, Sir.

- So I gather.

- Oh.

Things must be bad for 'im to
come in by 'is own back door.

[door thumping]

- So, it's tomorrow.

- What is?

- Your grilling by the
Select Committee.

- Yes.

- Ah, I suppose I must
wish you luck.

But I don't understand you.

- Don't you?

- No, I don't.

- Sir Geoffrey Dillon, Sir.

- Good evening, Sir Geoffrey.

- James.

- Do you want me to go?

- No, we have no secrets
from each other.

How was Consoto?

- No, thank you, I haven't time.

- Well, do sit down.

- I have a city dinner tonight.

Wishful company Master Cutlers.

- Oh yes, they have the fellows
who make the sharp knives

for politicians to stab
each other in the back.

- If you're thinking of
our friend Pritchett,

I am not altogether satisfied.

- How do you mean?

- His motive, Richard.

Damn it, the indiscretion
of one Tory member

can't bring down a
liberal government

and you can't bring
down our opposition,

so what's his game?

- Pure mischief making
by the sound of it.

- I wonder where his
interests lie.

Let's keep an eye on
friend Pritchett.

You've seen this, I take it.

- The names of my judges, yes.

- Not your judges,
Richard, your examiners.

This isn't a trial, you know.

- Isn't it?

With the attorney
general leading the team?

- Who is Reuben Chantrey?

- Liberal.

- Ah.

- And this man Divners,
the Tory.

- Oh, he's a big brewer
from the North.

Never mind him, harmless
and stupid.

- One of each, and a criminal
lawyer in the middle.

Now, look here, Richard,
for the last time,

because there is no more time,

who was this man you claim

advised you to buy those shares?

Are you going to disclose
his name?

- For the last time,
Geoffrey, I am not.

The advice was given to me
in the utmost confidence.

- And it remains a fact
that it never occurred

to you to ask this man the
source of his information.

- That is correct.

- [tsking] And that's
what you're going

to tell the committee tomorrow.

- Yes.

- Oh, Father, why do you
have to be so pigheaded?

- Because I happen
to believe, James,

that a gentleman should
keep his word.

And I trust you'll
agree with that.

- The real reason why I
called in this evening

is to tell you that I've
taken the liberty

of seeing the speaker
on your behalf.

- What good is that
going to do me?

Wasn't that rather my
business than yours?

- Not altogether.

Things are going to
be said tomorrow

and questions asked which may

reflect upon your honor
and integrity.

I feel it my duty as legal
adviser to the family

to hold a watching brief
upon the proceedings.

To this end, I have obtained
the speaker's permission

and that of the attorney
general to be present myself.

Fortunately, Sir William
Trevanion and I

were at law together
in New College Oxford.

- Is that in my favor?

- Quite the contrary,
we detest each other.

- Then why come?

- I am concerned, Richard,

for the reputation of
the Southwold name.

As far as yours is concerned,
if you wish to withhold

the one piece of evidence
that might save your skin,

by all means do so.

Wreck your political career,
if that's what you want.

And disgrace your family
by implication.

[door thumping]

- The evidence I shall
give this committee will be

the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth,

so help me God.

- You understand, Mr. Bellamy,

that the oath you
have just taken

binds you throughout
this inquiry.

- Well, of course, I understand.

- I would advise you not to be
pettish with the court, Sir.

- Court, Sir William?

Committee, surely?

- Thank you, Sir Geoffrey,
thank you.

Now, in permitting the
accused a legal--

- Accused, Mr. William?

- I do beg your pardon,
Sir Geoffrey,

I remember you were
always a hair splitter.

What would you have?

- Now, gentleman, please,
it was my understanding

that we're here to inquire

and make a report for the House.

For that we need facts,

and I am not sure that too
much procedure matters.

- Procedure always matters,
Mr. Chauntry.

Without it, we have anarchy.

And no justice is
born of anarchy.

- Let's get on with it, aye?

- Well, surely, that
is our intention.

Now, you've read the affidavit

from the a Robert Main of
Benninger, Sitdorn, Main,

relating to the purchase
of the shares.

Are there any questions
arising from that?

- When you saw the sharp
rise of the shares,

due to press support
of the contract,

you didn't think it
prudent to sell the shares?

- In the circumstances,
I saw no reason to.

- Are you in the habit
of speculating

on the stock exchange,
Mr. Bellamy?

- Up until I bought the
Cartwright shares,

I had never bought or
sold a share in my life.

- When these shares you
purchased went up in price,

perhaps you'll allow me to
use the word sensationally,

because it was announced
that the company

had signed a contract
to supply the army

with a new motor vehicle
known as The Bulldog,

were you surprised?

- I was.

- The negotiations leading
up to this contract

were, I understand,
conducted over

a number of years in
the strictest secrecy.

One of the reasons, I believe,
was commercial rivalry.

Another company known
as Rankin's Mechanicals

having also submitted
designs to the war office.

Now, Mr. Bellamy, if
in spite that secrecy,

you had learned of
this new vehicle

and the high hopes pinned upon
its successful developments,

then surely you must have known

that you'd be guilty by
investing in the company.

[clearing throat]

- Oh, Mr. Chauntry,
Mr. Chauntry,

you exercise Sir Geoffrey.

Mr. Bellamy is not on trial.

I would...

Nevertheless, it is possible
that criminal proceedings

could ensue from this
committee's work.

And in certain circumstances,

the report might have to be sent

to the director of public
prosecutions.

- I have no objection to
anything Mr. Chauntry has said.

If I had known of this
contract before

I bought the shares, I
would indeed be guilty

of using privileged
information for personal gain.

There's no question of that.

- Thank you, Mr. Bellamy.

So, we may take it
you did not know.

- I did not.

I am a back bencher
in opposition,

not party to war office secrets.

- Mr. Chauntry, would
it not be in order

if I were to introduce this--

- Oh yes, indeed, now I
think is the time, yes.

- [exhaling] Mr. Bellamy,
we have through the courtesy

of the central registrar,
access to certain documents

which are not normally
available.

- We've had no sight of any
such document, Sir William.

- No, Sir Geoffrey.

But you will hear of them.

Now, I have in my hand here,

"a minute of the proceedings,

"the Imperial Defense Committee

"for Friday, June
the 27th, 1905."

A well attended meeting
of this important body.

And among the names
of members present

is listed that of Mr.
Richard Bellamy, MP,

who was as that time
under secretary of state

at the admiralty in Mr.
Balfour's government.

- I admit I was on the
Imperial Defense Committee

at that time, and that
was up until the change

of government in 1905 when g...

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Now on that day, June
the 27th 1905,

there were two matters
on the agenda.

It reports on the maneuvers,
the German grand fleets.

- A matter of great
concern to me, of course.

- And...

And a report on the development

of a promising new
truck for the army

in its first stages of design

by Cartwright Engineering
Company, Ltd.,

to be known as The Bulldog.

Now, from these minutes,
it's perfectly clear

that the further
development of that vehicle

was encouraged by, among
others, Mr. Richard Bellamy.

Would you care to
comment on that?

- It was eight years ago.

How can I possibly remember
details of the wretched truck

or the name of the
manufacturer's after all that
time?

- Can you prove you couldn't?

- James, I can't.

- Surely, Richard,
all you need to do

is tell the name of
the man at the club.

- I will not betray a
confidence, Hazel.

Not for a whole army of
lawyers and politicians.

Yeah, they too, is to put
a scurrilous and insulting

interpretation on what I
did in perfect innocence,

then be damned to them.

- Yes, and allow the
press and public,

to mention nothing of
your friends and family,

to go on believing
that you behaved

in a dishonorable manner.

- I did nothing of the sort.

- Then prove it.

- It's not up to me
to prove anything.

The burden of proof is on them.

- Father, you are guilty
by implication.

- I am not guilty.

Will you please stop
making these accusations.

You're as bad as they are.

- James, please.

Well, Richard has been
through a lot today.

- And more to come tomorrow.

- Yes.

And whose fault is that?

- Will they put him in
prison, you think?

- I don't think.

I dare to think.

- Where's that girl?

- Ruby?

She's in the scullery.

- Letter, Edward.

- What do you want her for?

- Oh, she's going
up in the world.

She has correspondence.

- Ruby?

- Mrs. Bridges, please.

A letter is private,
even to a kitchen maid.

- I have the right.

If it's from some man.

I'll give 'er one
she won't forget.

- You wanted me, Mr. 'udson?

- You've, uh, had
a letter, Ruby.

- Oh no, not me.

- Yes, here is the envelope.

"Miss Ruby Finch, care
of 165 Eaton Place."

The idea.

- "Ruby Finch."

[chuckling] That's me name.

- A man, Mrs. Bridges?

- Oh no, I never, I
swear, it's a lie--

- Worse, its from
Bradford, from your mother.

There you go.

[clock ticking]

- You'll read it for me,
Mrs. Bridges, won't you?

Well, it would take
me all day, and I...

I've got pots to scour.

Is she alright?

It's not her leg, is it?

It's not me sister Ethel?

- "Dear Ruby,

"You're to come home at once.

"Your dad and me don't
want you servin'

"in no house what gets
in the papers.

"2nd, we do not want
you workin' for someone

"who like as not will
soon be in prison,

"Your dad's sure of it.

"3rd, I got you a place
as kitchen maid

"with Dr. Reardon
round the corner.

"It's live-in and all found

"so, you won't be under my feet.

"Enclosed, money for train.

"PS, Spot died, run over
by the brewer's dray.

"Your dad and Ethel
send their love.

"Mother."

[sobbing]

- Will you tell the
committee how you first came

by the knowledge that
Richard Bellamy's name

was on the register at
Fairfolds and Carwright's?

- I went to the company's office

and looked up the
share register.

- Did you find the
names of any other

members of Parliament
on the register?

Any one at all whose
holding affairs

might have distracted you?

- I did not.

- So, there was no
great Tory plot?

I doubt whether even
you would consider

Mr. Richard Bellamy's holding
shares on his own a Tory plot.

So, one begins to wonder
why you made

the expedition to the company's
offices in the first place.

- I am interested in the
good name of this House

and rectitude in public life.

- Address the committee,
if you please.

- I am vigilant against
corruption

on the behalf of
my constituents.

- Ah yes, your constituents
in...

Stafford North, I believe.

- That is my constituency.

- Though up 'til 1904,
Mr. Pritchett,

you were, I believe,
a shareholder

of a company called
Rankin Mechanicals.

- I did have a few shares.

But what of it?

- Were not Rankin
Mechanicals the only possible

competition for that
war office contract?

Rankin Mechanicals,
whose factory

is in Stafford North,
your constituents, Sir.

- Look, I don't know
what you're implying.

- The committee, if you please.

- I told 'er, Madame,
she can't go.

[Rose sniffling]

I mean, I can't find another

kitchen maid in two
minutes notice.

And anyway, it's downright
disloyal--

- Alright, Mrs. Bridges.
- I--

Ruby, we cannot go against
your mother's wishes.

- But I don't want to go.

[bawling] I like
it 'ere, Madame.

- Oh, there, there.

There, there, Ruby.

-[Hazel] Perhaps you can take
her downstairs, Mrs. Bridges.

- Yes, yes, yes, Madame.

- I will write to
your mother, Ruby.

And see if I can persuade
her to change her mind.

That is all I can do.

- Thank you, Madame.

- C'mon, Ruby, blow your nose.

[Ruby crying]

Come with me.

I'm sorry, Madame.

- Thank you, Mrs. Bridges.

[sighing]

It seems as if Ruby's
family has been poisoned

by what they read
in the newspaper.

- Yes, Madame, as working
class people,

they can hardly be expected
not to know any better.

- Would be a pity if she left.

Well, we'll just have to see.

Thank you, Hudson.

Hudson?

- Madame?

-[Hazel] I want to
ask you a kindness.

- Anything I can do, Madame.

- Please keep this to
yourself, Hudson.

The night before Mr.
Bellamy telephoned

his stockbroker about
these wretched shares.

- I do recall, Madame.

- Do you?

Do you remember the date?

Because you see, Mr. Bellamy
dined at his club that night,

and someone he met
there, one of the members

advised him to buy those shares.

- Yes, Madame.

- Well, I won't go into
all the details, Hudson.

For various reasons, Mr.
Bellamy cannot himself reveal

the man's name to the
committee's inquiry.

And I'm, that is, I
and Captain James,

we must find out, you see,

so that Mr. Bellamy
will be cleared

of all this suspicion.

- You will be hoping to persuade

the gentleman to come forward.

- Exactly.

I cannot myself go into a
man's club and ask the hall

porter the name of
any of the members

who might have spoken to
Mr. Bellamy on the night of

whatever it was.

- It was the night of
September the 9th, Madame.

- Really?

- I have reason to remember,

because the following
day was the 10th.

The St. Leger day at Doncaster.

- Are you sure?

- Positive.

If I might take the afternoon
off, Madame?

- Certainly, Hudson.

- I put it to the honorable
member for Stafford North

that Rankin's found out
that Richard Bellamy

was a shareholder
in Cartwright's,

their successful rivals,

that Rankin's pressured him.

How, I don't know,
and heaven forbid

that I should find out.

To start this kalamay, not
to destroy Richard Bellamy,

a mere victim standing
in the way.

But to negate Cartwright's
contract

by painting a picture
of corruption

so that the war office
and the treasury

would be forced to cancel
the contract.

- I agree.

The contract should be canceled.

The whole thing should
be reexamined.

- And go to Rankin's next time?

- Well, that if I may say
so, will be disastrous.

To give the contract
to another firm,

when Carwright's have
already developed a vehicle.

A truck which can serve
as a troop carrier,

a supply vehicle,
ambulance, even,

even light artillery

- It seems you do remember
the details, Mr. Bellamy.

And with enviable clarity.

- A Mr. Challen?

- Can't remember.

'e doesn't come in much.

- Would that have been the
night before the St. Leger?

September the 9th.

- Yes, I reckon it was.

- Can you be sure?

- Quite sure.

You see, this siphon of soda

squirted all over Mr. Challen.

And when I took the siphon back

to Jack in the dispense,
and told him as Mr. Challen

had wet his trousers,
oh ho ho, he laughed,

and 'e said it must
be a good omen,

'cause 'e was backin'
'orse called

April Showers at Doncaster
the next day.

- Could you, uh, tell me
this Mr. Challen's address.

- Oh no, I can't do that.

Against the rules to give

members' addresses to strangers.

Sorry, it's on me job's worth.

- But you, uh, you must have
a member's address book.

- In the old porter's
cubby 'ole.

Wait 'ere.

[door thumping]

- That I knew something
of the war office

hopes for bull log, I
have no wish to deny.

And I was not deceiving the
committee by saying otherwise.

It had simply gone
out of my mind.

I admit that in July
of this year,

I was the possessor of the
capital sum of 5,000 pounds.

Without, to be frank,
hopes of anymore.

While pondering over
this, I came across

an old friend I had not
seen for many years.

Whose name because his
advice was given to me

in the strictest confidence
I am unable to disclose.

- Mmm.

Well, were we to believe
in this man's existence,

which we must question,

another question would
have to be answered.

How much did this
individual know,

and how did he know it?

- Then I can only be
right to protect his name.

- Yes, I think you are.

- Though at what a cost.

- There seems nothing more

to be said on either side,

so we will adjourn.

And consider our
report tomorrow.

- Sir Geoffrey.

[door thumping]

I found out the name
of the man at the club.

Have you? By George!

- Yes.

Are you sure?

- I hope so.

- Where's Richard?

- Oh, he's in bed.

He's very tired.

- Well, who was it?

- A man called Challen.

Jack Challen.

- Where's the Who's Who?

- Over there.

I wanted to talk to you first.

Before I telephone him.

- No, no, no don't telephone.

If he were going
to come forward,

he would've done so by now.

- His address is Hillgreen
Hall, near Torchwood.

[paper rustling]

- This should interest
the committee.

- Now, you told us the other day

that you never cared to
ask this man his reasons

for advising you to
buy the shares.

- That is right.

- You knew and indeed
you made it clear

to the chief whip and to myself

that this was not a man
involved in politics.

- Yes.

- Did you know he was
involved in business?

- I knew that he was
a businessman.

- I'm going to suggest
to you that this man

is a senior director
of Cartwright's.

He is married to the daughter

of the company's chairman,
Mr. William Cartwright.

And that his reason for
demanding your discretion

was that he knew of the
contract with the war office

about to be signed by his firm.

And that he could be in
breach of city ethics

by tipping his company's shares,

at that time, to anyone.

- What am I supposed
to say to that?

- You are under oath to answer

questions put to you
here truthfully.

And I shall ask you
one more question,

which you must answer
truthfully.

- What is your question?

- Is the name of the
man who advised

you to buy those shares,
John Stuart Challen?

- Yes.

And may God and Challen
forgive me.

- Sir.

[door thumping]

- Well, Richard?

- There is to be no report.

At least not one that
will cause a scandal.

I am declared innocent
if foolish.

And my lack of forethought
is deplored.

- Deplored?

How dare they?

- How dare they?

They could have dared
a great deal worse.

How dare you?

- What?

Going to my club.

- I didn't go to your club.
- Sending my servant.

Involving my servant
in my affairs.

- Someone had to.

- Clubs exist so that women

and servant's can't meddle.

As a result, I've been
forced to break my word.

You've made me a man
whose word is worthless.

I'd rather prison than that.

- Then you are a fool.

Do you think I give a damn
about your word of honor,

hand on your heart,
public school code?

- Such things matter to a man.

- It don't matter to a woman.

Any woman.

We fight for things
that do matter.

Like our families.

And you are my family.

Like it or not.

- Women should keep out
of men's affairs.

- Keep out?

Newspapers?

Servant's leaving?

And those that are
here in turmoil.

- I don't care.

It was wrong of you and
Geoffrey Dillon to force

Challen's name out into
the open against his will.

And possibly get him into
serious trouble with his
company.

- He should have come
forward, but he didn't dare.

Man's a coward.

Oh, Richard.

Please, don't be angry just
because you needed help.

- I am angry because you behaved

so willfully and improperly.

Clearly, your ways are
not yet our ways.

- I am sorry about that.

I frequently think that
you and James are insane.

- Because we have standards?

- I have standards,
and I obey them.

You won't convince me
I've done anything wrong.

- Our ways will have
to become your ways.

About that there can
be no argument.

And I suggest you start
working on it this very minute.

Now, please leave my study.

[door thumping]

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