The Reckoning

Synopsis: Michael Marler, a successful business man in London, is about to make his way to the top. The death of his father brings him - after 37 years - back to his hometown Liverpool, where he is confronted with his lost Irish roots. He finds out that his father died because of a fight with some anglo-saxon teddy boys. It becomes "a matter of honour" for him, to take his revenge without involving the British police.
Genre: Drama
111 min

You, can put it away.

Want chop?


You know that stinking rotten pheasant or

partridge or whatever it was Moyle gave us?

Why pretend you don't know what it was?

Do you know anyone who actually

likes that muck?

You did a great job with Moyle, darling.

Great... great.

That's what you married me for, isn't it?



Your bacon is burning.

Are they?


Well, a bit surprised. I think we'd

all better watch out.

Alright. Well thanks Brunzy.

Thanks for telling me.

Pathetic little creep.

Yeah, sure. I'll pick you up first thing

in the morning. Bye.

They're after Hazlitt's guts.

I didn't know he had any.

Are you going to let go of my arm?

Bacon fat. Stained sex.

Why don't you have a bath?

Shut it!

Don't you cows ever feel anything?


Belt up then!

Michael. Let's go to bed Michael.

That's what you married me for, isn't it?

You stupid... drunken... Irish peasant.

Morning Brunzy.


You fit?

Fit for anything.

Thanks for the call about Hazlitt.

They're after him you know.


If anyone's going to do my boss, Brunzy,

it's going to be me.

You're an aggressive bastard.

We're going places Brunzy.

Mister Marler Sir.

The battlefield.

Half a dozen mergers, a dozen takeovers,

and two suicides.

Grenfell Industries.

Good morning Mr. Marler.

Good morning darling.

"Mr Robinson wanted on the

telephone at the reception desk please".

"Mr Robinson".

See you for a jar at lunchtime.

Morning Davidson.


"Mr Robinson wanted on telephone

at the reception desk please".

"Mr Robinson".

Morning sir.

Good morning.

Morning sir.

Morning. Morning.

Enjoy your pheasant last night, sir?

Oh your way up, Marler?

Just one below yours, sir.

Do you ever see anything of

Rosemary's mother?

From time to time.

She seems in excellent health.

She's a splendid girl, Rosemary.

Look after her, won't you.

I'll try to sir.

Have a good time in Chicago sir.

Watch out for those violin cases.

Morning, Mr Marler.

Get Hazlitt!

Mr Marler would like to speak to Mr Hazlitt.

Morning Hilda. Is he busy?

He's not in yet?

Well, when he comes in ask him... tell

him I've got to see him.

You look worried Mr Marler.

Get me Griffiths will you.

Griffiths, I want IBM's regional sales

breakdown for the last quarter.

Well, they won't give it to you

if you just ring up.

Go round the back door would you, old son.

That's better, much better.

Tomorrow lunchtime.


Yes, Mr Marler?

Hello there.

How about getting me a couple of nice, sexy

aspirins darling? Just to keep me good.


You start early in the morning Mr Marler.

Hazlitt's arrived. He wants to see you.

Shall we go upstairs?


Hilda... I've had an idea.

What do you want to know?

I want the minutes to a meeting held

in March 1959.

Davidson's first committee.

Very clever.

Let's have a little look.

Come in... morning Michael.

I hear it went very well last night

You're very well informed.

Of course old Moore's always been

rather fond of Rosemary.

Well, he ought to try her.

She'd kill him off within a week.

He went to school with her father.

I had a phone call last night.

Davidson's trying to put the boot in.

Here's the agenda for this afternoon's

big meeting.

To put it bluntly.

They're trying to much up your chances

of taking over when Bailey gets fired.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

I was waiting for this.

Michael, why aren't we selling our larger

accounting machines?

Are you sure it isn't your salesmen?

Our salesmen are the pick of the market.

Advertising top class. Circularizing

regular as clockwork. Servicing excellent.

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