Chariots of Fire Page #4

by tradition.

Do you not think,

if we can find him some kit...

...we might persuade

Scotland's finest wing...

...to show us his paces?

[CROWD CHEERING AND APPLAUDING]

MAN 1:

What do you say, Eric?

MAN 2:

To your marks.

Get set.

[PISTOL FIRES]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Didn't I tell you, Eric? Didn't I tell you?

A touch of liberality would do no harm.

Sandy, the Kingdom of God

is not a democracy.

The Lord never seeks reelection.

There's no discussion, no deliberation...

...no referenda as to which road to take.

There's one right, one wrong,

one absolute ruler.

- A dictator, you mean.

- Aye.

But a benign, loving dictator.

So much for your freedom of choice.

ERIC:

You've still got a choice, Sandy.

Nobody's forcing you to follow him.

Oh! Hey, hey.

- Do you know what day it is?

- Yeah.

- Tell me, then.

- Sunday.

Sabbath's not a day

for playing football...

- ...is it?

- No.

- You up early in the morning?

- Ma gets me up at 7.

We'll have a game then. Okay?

Mr. Liddell, is it okay if my dad comes?

Sure. Bring your whole family.

I'll give you a five-goal start.

- You've got a train to catch at 9:00.

- There's plenty of time.

You want the kid to grow up

thinking God's a spoilsport?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[GLASS CLINKING]

MAN:

Come on.

SANDY:
If I may, I'd like to propose

a toast to the Liddell family...

...whom I'm fortunate enough

to call my friends.

The reverend J.D.,

Mrs. L., young Ernest...

...bon voyage,

and safe journey back to China.

May the years ahead

be happy and content.

For those who remain...

...may God protect them, inspire them,

and lead them to glory.

Thank you, Sandy. That was very nice.

I'm relying on you now

to keep them all out of mischief.

That I will, Mrs. L. If they do transgress,

I'll pop the details on a postcard.

And you can read all about it

before you can say "Marco Polo."

It'll cost you a fortune

in postage stamps.

SANDY:
Don't worry,

I intend to protect my investment.

I'm going to rule you with a rod of iron.

[MEN LAUGHING]

ERIC:
Oh, well, we have to

watch ourselves then.

[MEN LAUGH]

You're a very lucky young man, Eric.

You're the proud possessor

of many gifts.

And it's your sacred duty

to put them to good use.

That's right. Run like we know you can,

strong and true...

...and the mission cannot but gain

by your success.

What we need now

is a muscular Christian...

...to make folks sit up and notice.

How good are you, Eric?

Sandy reckons he'll run for Scotland

before the month's out.

- And after that, the sky's the limit.

- Meaning what?

The Olympic Games, maybe.

J.D.:
Eric, you can praise the Lord

by peeling a spud...

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