:13:00
-Good old boy, Arthur, was he?
-One of the old school, sir.
:13:07
Now, if l might....
:13:10
Very good, sir.
:13:12
Do we dress right or left?
:13:14
Most gentlemen favor left these days.
Don't think it's political.
:13:18
Never know where the bloody thing is.
Bobs about like a windsock.
:13:23
-You were saying?
-Saying, sir?
:13:25
Braithwaite. Telling you
to spread your wings.
:13:29
Yes, of course.
l remember it like yesterday.
:13:32
l was cutting a nice muted check
hacking jacket for Lord Braeburn.
:13:36
Finest mohair, dash of cashmere.
:13:39
l looked up and he was looking
at me from the doorway.
:13:43
Arthur Braithwaite, that is.
:13:45
He was a big man, imposing.
:13:47
He had a presence.
lt's hard to put it into words.
:13:50
-lt was the moustache.
-Moustache?
:13:52
Bloody great bushy job,
soup all over it.
:13:55
-There was no moustache in my day.
-l can see it now. Bright brown.
:13:59
l think we're being rumbled, Harry.
Admit nothing. Deny all.
:14:03
l think your memory's playing tricks.
:14:05
You're thinking of another man and
awarding his moustache to Braithwaite.
:14:11
Go on.
:14:12
''Harry,'' he says to me,
''l think you've earned your spurs.
:14:17
How would you feel
about taking my name...
:14:19
...and tradition to the New World?
:14:22
l'm talking about a full partnership.''
:14:24
l don't mind saying,
there were tears in my eyes.
:14:27
You've practically got tears in mine.
:14:30
Thank you, sir.
:14:32
l've never heard such a load
of bullshit in my life.
:14:38
Come and sit down, Harry.
:14:40
lt's all right.
:14:42
l'm your fairy godmother.
:14:44
The thing is, Harry,
l know who you are.
:14:48
More accurately,
l know who you aren't.
:14:52
-l don't know what you're saying.
-lt's all right. Relax.
:14:55
Because l know. You're 90601 7 Pendel.
:14:59
Six years for arson,
served two and a half.