Comrades Page #4

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d Lively fiddle and whistle

(Chatter and laughter)

John. John.

(Grunts)

FOREMAN:
Ford!

Grey.

Hammett.

Father. Father.

- Leave me alone, son. Leave me alone!

- Father.

l'm tired!

(Low conversations)

- We've talked about this before.

- But we've got the advantage now.

MAN lN BACKGROUND:

l'm not saying we should go against the law.

l'm saying we've had enough of all this.

No!

(Woman screams in agony)

Tom!

Argh!

JOHN:
lf mother was alive

to see what you've become!

JAMES:
Leave our mother out of this.

- There's such a thing as responsibility.

JAMES:
What's so responsible about fathering

a child when you can't make ends meet?

Who do you think you are telling me what to do?

Your brother, that's who.

My first loyalty is to Bridget and the baby.

You want me out of the way now. ls that it?

- That's a good idea. There's the road.

- l'm boss in my life, not you or anyone else.

l'll decide what l want to do

where and when l want to do it.

That bloody baby has gone right to your head.

(Baby stirs)

(Baby grizzles)

Shh.

(Sheep bleating)

What on earth is it?

lt's a skeleton, Mrs Wetham.

But what's it for?

lt's a design for a banner.

- For a union.

- Union?

A society of friends.

lt's a most unusual request.

- We'll pay a fair price.

- l'll speak with my husband.

MAN:
Mr Loveless.

Good day.

Well, well, well,

what brings you into town?

l thought l detected a...Tolpiddle hereabouts.

So you're a lover of prints.

Who would have guessed it?

l like to extend my mind whenever l can.

How rewarding that one who uses his hands...

might also use his mind.

An antidote to the sloth of countrifying,

Mr Frampton.

The problem, Mr Loveless, is to match it.

And having matched it,

to use both hand and mind

to exert it to some use.

For a well-balanced appetite,

we must satisfy all our parts.

Eh, Mr Loveless?

But it is sad to see folk who are...

blind to their own interests.

Folk are not blind, sir.

- But it is those that master us that cannot see.

- Explain yourself, Loveless.

Here, for instance.

Can you see this, sir?

Yes.

Can you see it now?

No.

What prevents you seeing it?

The silver, of course.

That's just it.

Sir.

GEORGE:
Mr Pitt.

- George Loveless.

- lt's very kind of you to meet me, sir.

- l thought we'd take a ride out of town.

- Thank you, sir.

(Wind blusters)

(Trumpet fanfare)

(Gunfire)

(Shouts angrily under cacophony)

(Trumpet, drumming, xylophone)

Do you want to buy a ticket to see the show, sir?

None of us needs to bother with that.

We'll be having a battle of our own

soon enough. For nowt.

My dear sir, l think you underestimate

the novelty of this unique exhibition.

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