Amazing Grace Page #2

- A pencil and paper.

- No, no, no.

Brooks's Club house rules. No IOUs.

Amongst gentlemen, perhaps,

but Wilberforce is a tradesman.

You gamble with what you have with you.

Wilberforce, will you take my IOU?

- We split the pot and call it evens.

- To hell with that. Payment in kind.

There's nothing you have I'd want, Your Grace.

Tarleton, fetch my n*gger.

My coach driver.

Go and wake him up and bring him in now.

I bought a n*gger in Port of Spain.

He eats better than I do, so he's strong as an ox.

He'd fetch at least 25 guineas at the West India Dock.

The game is over.

What's wrong, Wilberforce?

If I hadn't brought the boy to London,

he'd have been worked to

death in a sugar cane field.

I saved his miserable life. There.

I raise the stakes.

Wilberforce? In the game or out?

Evening.

You act as if you'd never seen slavery before.

For me it's like arsenic.

Each new tiny dose doubles the effect.

- You're not afraid of Clarence.

- Because he's the son of the king?

So, you want

- "bloody noses and cracked crowns"?

- Shakespeare, Henry IV.

- A play about England changing.

- As it will soon change.- Only if we change it.

You don't believe you and I could change things?

I would change myself first.

Do you remember, Billy, at Cambridge

I had a reputation as something of a singer?

I do remember.

So I think I'm going to go and sing them a song.

Silence!

Silence!

You sound like a chorus of bloody tomcats.

Now, let me introduce you to

somebody who does it properly.

I dedicate this song to my honourable friend,

His Grace, the Duke of Clarence.

It was written by my old preacher.

He was captain of a slave ship for 20 years.

He repented his sins and

then he wrote this song.

# Amazing Grace

- # How sweet the sound

- Times are hard for the militant boys!

# That saved a wretch

# Like me

# I once was lost

# But now am found

# Was blind

# But now

# I see #

Dear God, I know this is utterly absurd,

but I feel I have to meet you in secret.

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

There is a beggar at the kitchen door.

I would turn him away, sir,

but you insisted I always check.

Just give him breakfast.

Very good, sir.

- Richard?

- Sir?

I know that lying down on the

wet grass is not a normal thing to do.

None of my business, sir.

Truth is, uh...

...I've been even more strange

than usual lately, haven't I?

It's God.

I have 10,000 engagements of state today,

but I would prefer to spend

the day getting a wet arse,

studying dandelions and marvelling at bloody spiders' webs.

You've found God, sir?

I think he found me.

Do you have any idea how inconvenient that is,

how idiotic it will sound?

I've a political career glittering ahead of me

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