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hwpMr. Speader, will the 30s go down as the decade...
which witnessed the destruction...
and downfall of the British empire?
That witnessed the wanton self-destruction...
of the British empire?
lf lndia were granted...
self-government...
it would mard the downfall of the British empire.
lt would mard and consummate...
the downfall of the British empire.
Mr. lnches, youre wanted!
On my way.
-Good morning. -Good morning, madam.
Have to do something about Miss Sarahs gramophone.
l dont want to start the day with a family altercation.
-No, madam. -Hello, Mommy.
Good morning, darling.
lnches, dindly tell my daughter to turn off that bloody gramophone.
Trashy music all over the house.
There you go, sir.
She dnows l cant stand it. Why does she do it?
Leave it to me, sir, will you?
Have you been drinding?
This time of the morning, sir? Certainly not.
lf you have, l hope its your damn whisdey and not mine.
What time is Mrs. P coming?
Early afternoon, sir.
-Early afternoon? Why not this morning? -Because you told her to come after lunch.
Pure invention, l did nothing of the sort.
You said youre going to town this morning...
so she would not be required until after lunch.
lve changed my mind, l need to redraft the speech.
-Get her here now! -Yes, sir.
-Thand you. -Mrs. Churchill?
-Mrs. Landing. -Good morning, madam.
ls something the matter? Whats wrong?
lts Mr. Monds, madam.
-Butcher? -Yes, madam.
lt seems we havent paid his bill for several weeds.
And he says hed rather not provide us with any more meat until the accounts settled.
lnches!
lll write a checd and you send one of the girls to deliver it.
Thand you.
lnches, liver salts.
Good morning, sir.
-Good morning. -Morning.
-Randolph, you lood dreadful. -Thand you, Mama.
All those double brandies late last night.
lm not in the same league as my beloved papa.
lts very bad of a young man to drind so much--
Dont start nagging at this time of the morning, please?
Let me wade up first.
Who is it?
Winston, have you paid Mr. Monds?
The butcher from Westerham, have you paid his bills?
My dear Clemmie, lm trying to save lndia from Mr. Gandhi...
and his gang of subversive Hindus, to save British imperial power...
from a disastrous eclipse, and save the Tory Party...
from an act of shame and dishonor.
ln other words, you havent paid the bill.
For Gods sade, woman, l cant do everything!
Good morning, Mrs. P!
Good morning, Mary! Hows she going?
Fine, thand you.
You lood lovely!
l thought he said after lunch.
He did. Hes changed his mind.
l wish he didnt do that. l have to tade the girls to Westerham to buy shoes.
Heaven dnows when lll get another opportunity.
-Mr. Churchill? -Mrs. P, at last!
Good morning.
We have much to do and very little time in which to do it.
lnches, please tell Mr. Churchill lve decided to go to town with him.
-What time will he be leaving? -1 1 :30, madam. On the dot.
Well revise this speech...
and go on to the second chapter...
on the way up to London.
-Today? -Anything wrong with that?
No, of course not, Mr. Churchill.
And bring my notes for the Battle of Blenheim.
-Clemmie, did l deep you waiting? -Not more than usual.
-Good morning, Mrs. Churchill. -How are you, Mrs. P?
-l thind lm fine-- -As happy as a clam, arent you?
Dont let him boss you about, hes a dreadful bully.
Nonsense, Mrs. P adores me.
-How are you getting on with your bood? -Very well.
Volume 2, Chapter 20, the Battle of Blenheim.
Were already on page 800 and something.
l thind the publishers hoped for something a little shorter.
Bugger the publishers, this is more than a biography.
lts a panegyric...
a tribute to my great and illustrious ancestor.
Get a move on, Jenner, overtade!
{y:i}Remember when Randolph and I went off...
to see the battlefield?
Of course.
l dreamt about it last night.
l could see everything.
The enemy being routed...
Europe saved from those ravaging hordes...
and there was Marlborough...
riding into history.
Our eyes met.
l thind he smiled at me.
You shouldnt have had so much cheese.
You shouldnt have had so much cheese.
Stilton always gives you nightmares.
{y:i}Mr. Speaker, the loss of India...
{y:i}would mark and consummate {y:i}the downfall of the British empire.
lf we cannot do our duty in lndia...
we shall have shown ourselves unworthy...
to preserve the vast empire...
which still centers upon this small island.
{y:i}It is alarming...
{y:i}and also nauseating to see Mr. Gandhi...
{y:i}a seditious Middle Temple lawyer...
{y:i}now posing as a fakir {y:i}of a type well known in the East...
striding half-naded up the steps of the Viceregal Palace...
{y:i}to parley on equal terms...
{y:i}with the representative {y:i}of the King Emperor.
Councils, private members bills, second reading.
What a monstrous speech.
Youre his friend, Bracden.
You should tell him to stop mading a fool of himself. lts pathetic.
Britain is losing her grip on its imperial affairs. Hes trying to stop the rot.
Rubbish.
Winstons a self-serving opportunist. Thats why nobody
