Master Harold ... And the Boys Page #4

No. He's not

quite that barbaric.

Ja. That's the way

they do it in jail.

Really?

Ja. When the magistrate

sentences you to "strokes

with a light cane."

Go on.

Come, Willie!

First you have

to lie on a bench

one policeman pulls

your trousers down

and holds your ankles.

(male voice)

It's not fair,

Is it, Hally?

Akafflr's black ass.

The other policeman pulls

your shirt over your head

and holds your arms.

[Willie laughing]

Thank you,

that's enough.

Then the one who's

about to give you

the strokes...

I've heard enough, Sam!

Jesus!

It's a bloody

awful world when you

come to think of it.

That's the way

it is, Hally.

Well, it doesn't

have to be.

You'll see, somebody's

going to get up one

of these days and...

They're called

social reformers.

My history book's

full of them.

So where is ours?

I don't know, Sam.

Napoleon and the

Principle of Equality.

[Sam, reading]

"Napoleon regarded all

people as equal under the law

"and wanted them to have

equal opportunities

for advancement.

All ves-ti-ges"...

All that's

remaining.

"All vestiges of

the feudal system

with its oppression of

the poor were abolished."

Aha! There's the social

reformer that we've

been waiting for.

No, sure, Hally.

He sounds like

somebody who Is big.

big and important.

What would you call it?

A man of... magnitude.

Magnitude. Aha.

I don't know, Sam.

Well, who would

you say was?

(Sam)

Abraham Lincoln.

No, Sam, now

you're confusing

historical significances

with greatness.

Try turning it

the other way.

I know what

I'm doing.

[Grunts]

How did it happen?

Stop interfering

with my work, Sam.

Wait a minute... I got it!

Darwin! Charles Darwin.

The Origin of the Species.

Remember?

He's your man

of magnitude?

Ja, precisely. For his

theory of evolution.

Who's yours?

Jesus.

Oh, come on, Sam.

Jesus Christ.

(Sam)

The Messiah.

(Hally)

Sam.

The Savior!

Ja, but still...

No, Sam.

Don't let's get

started on religion.

I'm not going to waste

my time again arguing

with you

about the

existence of God!

You know perfectly well

I'm an atheist

and I've got

homework to do!

Okay, Hally,

okay, I take him back.

You have time

for one more name.

[Cheerful music

over radio]

Willie, what

are you doing?

Singing with God,

Master Harold.

Ohh.

Hally! I've got one.

I doubt it.

Think moldy

apricot jam.

Penicillin and

Sir Alexander Fleming!

Splendid, Sam! Splendid!

It's deeply gratifying

to know that I haven't

been wasting my time

in talking to you.

Tolstoy may have

educated his peasants

but I've educated you.

My first lesson

was geography.

Geography? God, ja, the

Jubilee Boarding House.

That's how it all started.

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