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SWINGING CITY LYRICS.
LYRICS TWO.
- THE WAY WE WORK.
- BILL OUT ON COLLECTION.
- ROOM WITH A VIEW FROM THE TOP.
- LET’S HAVE A LITTLE FLUTTER.
- DO WE REALLY NEED THE PLEBS.
- THE ONCE GREAT HENRY CASSON.
- ROUND WORLD TRIP.
- LORD MAYOR’S BANQUET.
- PACEM IN TERRIS.
- SAYONARA NOBOSUKE.
- CRASH GOES THE POUND.
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THE WAY WE WORK.
MIDAS |
You know the way I work |
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I never shy nor shirk |
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from greasing palms |
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of even down town clerks. |
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Nor am I averse to paying perks |
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Or reimbursing bright Young Turks. |
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SCHULZ |
Oh No. The way we’ve worked |
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We’ve never shied nor shirked |
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MIDAS |
From dealing in sleaze. |
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SCHULZ |
Spreading round the murk. |
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MIDAS |
Nor are we averse |
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SCHULZ |
to lying like Turks |
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MIDAS |
Or clubbing with thieves |
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BOTH |
Screwing plain Joe Berks. |
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MIDAS |
Keep your nose in the trough. |
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That’s how it works. |
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And don’t be afraid |
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BOTH |
of the other hog’s quirks. |
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MIDAS |
But I’ve long drawn the line |
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at Jumped Up Jerks |
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SCHULZ |
Cos we found they screw |
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MIDAS(Snarls) |
The Whole Damn Works ! |
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SCHULZ |
You don’t mean ? |
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MIDAS |
No I had a word with him before he left. |
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MIDAS |
I waited till he’s packed his bags and then I grabbed him. Caught him by the throat. I said ‘Look Hugo’- You should have seen his face. I told him |
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You got to get to them before they get to you |
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BOTH |
Cos one sweet day they’re going to turn on you. |
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MIDAS |
So don’t screw this up or I’ll have your butt |
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And then my friend |
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BOTH |
You’ll run out of luck. |
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MIDAS |
Then he went quite white. Kinda stared at me. |
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So I said I’ll tell you this for free. |
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BOTH |
I’ll stick by you if you stick by me |
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But I warn you Babe. Don’t fall foul of me. |
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MIDAS |
Cos depend on it. On the day you do |
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This much for sure I promise you. |
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I’ll take your hide and remove your nuts. |
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I’ll cause real grief Friend in your guts. |
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SCHULZ |
So go get now. |
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MIDAS |
Before I get to you. |
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BOTH |
Just hope and pray |
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MIDAS |
I don’t turn on you. |
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SCHULZ |
That’s when he flounced out. |
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MIDAS |
Hell ! He flew ! |
ROOM WITH A VIEW FROM THE TOP.
TREASURY |
In this room with a view from the top |
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there's a gloom but still few see the drop. |
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That looms near, have no fear we could fall, |
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As the nation slips and slithers to the wall. |
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D.T.I. MEN |
In this room in the square of Saint James |
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It's with doom that we pass around the blame |
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For our sloth, our lack of growth, our lack of will |
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to compete, stand on our feet and pay the bill. |
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WESTMINSTER |
From our view from the top it is plain |
M.P.s |
our destiny can never be the same. |
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We must change, re-arrange all our views. |
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We're too small to stay alone. We'd surely lose. |
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CABINET |
Pulling wires. Pulling strings from the top. |
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It's quite plain the music's got to stop. |
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But it's hard to impose tight controls |
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as outside forces group en masse and start to roll. |
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CBI |
In our view from the top we must expand. |
DIRECTORS |
We must harness the resources of the land. |
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We must fight. We must unite. We must apply |
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all our strength to have a chance to just get by. |
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T.U.C. |
All our lives we've always fought for equity. |
LEADERS. |
We've had to strive to survive believe you me. |
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Now we've power we'll still fight through thick and thin. |
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We won't compromise sell out our kith and kin. |
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SHOP |
In our view those at the top don't merit trust. |
STEWARDS |
They've sold us out before. They're not for us. |
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As for those fools. Those turncoat moles in Congress House. |
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They'll be forced to step in line and fight with us. |
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CABINET |
In our view from the top the bell could toll. |
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Don't they know power's spread beyond control. |
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It's so diffused that we're confused, but still we try |
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to play down truth, to soothe the wounds with soothing lies. |
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SIR HENRY |
In all my life at the top I must say |
CASSON |
I've never seen such trauma or dismay. |
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Such Fear. Such Foreboding laid out bare. |
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There's a smell in the air of despair. |
He looks on as conflict erupts between the three groups at the centre of the stage. Then turns away as amidst much shoving and pushing, blows are struck that threaten a decent into an all out fracas.
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As for me all I see is decay. |
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Life will never be the same for me again. |
LET’S HAVE A LITTLE FLUTTER.
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VOICE |
Ice. Cool. Calm and collected. |
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That’s the way to be. |
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Ace. Cool. Precisely objective |
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Never let them see |
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Inside. There’s someone quite different. |
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Screwed up ! You’re tense and frustrated. |
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You’re yearning to be free ! |
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IST GROUP |
Two pink gins and a tete a tete |
OF BROKERS |
Two Havana cigars. Come celebrate. |
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Champagne cocktails and vintage port |
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While he tells you of matters, |
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which will boggle your thought. |
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Get the low down on the Deal. |
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2ND GROUP |
Take a bite of smoked salmon. |
OF BROKERS |
Take a taste of caviar. |
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The stock he’s got on offer |
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is discounted from par. |
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3RD GROUP |
He’s got the breeze of a secret oil find |
OF BROKERS |
that will send you in a spin |
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That will blow your mind. |
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It’s said you like a flutter |
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And a tipple or two. |
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Well he’s got the main stakes |
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laid out for you. |
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VOICE |
Ice. Cool. Calm and collected. |
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That’s the way to be. |
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Ace. Cool. Precisely objective |
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Never let them see. |
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4TH GROUP |
Just off the coast of Iceland |
OF BROKERS |
there’s a tract of sea bed, |
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where they’ve surveyed for oil, |
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but reports have led |
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to zero ratings for making a yield |
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of oil and natural gas within that field. |
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VANRITTART |
But via my connections I’ve had a report |
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that the surveys were wrong, |
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too confined and too short. |
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Take a look at these papers. |
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You won’t find them a bind. |
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Note their authentic stamp. |
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Note by whom they are signed. |
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CHORUS- |
Guaranteed Bone Fides. |
ALL GROUPS |
With concessions underlined. |
OF BROKERS |
There’s a fantastic chance |
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of a Major Oil Find ! |
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There’s a fantastic chance |
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of a Major Oil Find ! |
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VANRITTART |
Lammerson Old Chappie. The deal’s without a flaw. |
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I’ve got options for concession rights |
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on terms I can’t ignore. |
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I’ve go the go ahead from Iceland. |
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On the quiet you understand. |
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It was set up by my contacts – |
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They’ve got sway within the land. |
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I’m forming a consortium, but I want to keep it small. |
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Raising finance is no problem, but secrecy is all. |
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Come on now Guy. It would surely be a sin |
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With the state of the market if I didn’t cut you in. |
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I, myself, am committed |
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To the limit through and through. |
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But I need a major partner |
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I was thinking of the True. |
CHORUS |
How nice he needs a partner |
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And so he thought of you. |
Vanrittart passes the documents to Lammerson and as Lammerson studies them, the brokers crane forward in their seats to watch.
LAMMERSON |
It’s incredible, but possible… |
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CHORUS |
He’s found some fertile ground. |
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He needs the facts, figures, legal side. |
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LAMMERSON |
So I can kick it all around. |
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CHORUS |
If he still likes the look of it |
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LAMMERSON |
I’ll put it to the Board. |
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But they’ll want a quick redemption. |
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CHORUS |
They don’t want large funds cold stored. |
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VANRITTART |
Dear Lammerson Old Chappie |
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I’m confident you’ll heed |
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The rewards are for the taking, |
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but we’ve got to move with speed. |
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You’re a cool handed cookie |
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And we’re going to win right through. |
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CHORUS |
It’s said he likes a Flutter and a Tipple orTwo. |
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It’s great to have a Flutter and a Tipple or Two. |
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It’s said he likes a Flutter and a Tipple or Two |
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It’s great to have a Flutter and a Tipple or TWO. |
BILL OUT ON COLLECTION.
(or The Fall of BURNEYS BANK.)
DEALERS |
We put a bill out on collection on a Bank in Buenos Aires. |
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Got a letter of acceptance for a deal made in Brazil. |
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We’ve taken up an option for long bonds in Minnesota. |
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And we’re buying into Europe while there’s paper in the till. |
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MANAGERS |
We’ve syndicated credit to finance huge expansion. |
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We’ve given help to moguls over, over and again. |
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DEALERS |
We’ve sold our debts in dollars, but we’ll reinvest the proceeds to forward purchase Deutsche marks and to stake our claims in Yen. |
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MANAGERS |
We’ve underwritten projects for railroad reconstruction. |
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We’ve long term financed airways from Malaga to Peru. |
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DEALERS . |
We’ve moved back into shipping on the signs of freight inflation, but still our funds are moving in the search for something new |
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MANAGERS/ |
Money ! |
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DEALERS You got to move that Money. Take a gambler’s shot. |
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Slide that credit in its proper slot. |
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Take your profit and make your turn. |
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For the market’s rocking and the risks are stern. |
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DIRECTORS |
Changing, Changing Images Reflections. |
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Changed the nature of the things we do. |
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Changing. Changing. Following the fashion. |
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Changed Adventures into pastures new. |
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MANAGERS |
We’ve got to be more cautious. |
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We got burned in Nickel mining. |
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We’ve got to be decisive- loss stakes we’re re-assigning. |
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DEALERS |
But we can’t afford the pitfalls of neglecting all our options. |
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When the baby’s name is Money |
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We wet nurse our new adoptions. |
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ALL |
Money ! |
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DEALERS |
If you can’t raise the ante and your borrowed short |
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Just keep your cool lest you get caught |
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MANAGERS |
With your funds in the wrong spot with no way out. |
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DEALERS |
If you can’t ride the switchback you’ll be cleaned right out. |
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MANAGERS |
Gotta keep your sense of timing. Gotta hold your nerve. |
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DEALERS |
We’ve had to play the market with a gambler’s verve. |
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DIRECTORS |
Changing. Changing. |
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MANAGERS |
Images. Reflections. |
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DIRECTORS |
Stances. Poses. |
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MANAGERS |
Customs. Predilections. |
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DIRECTORS |
Changing. Changing. |
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MANAGERS |
Radical Conceptions. |
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DEALERS |
Changed Adventures |
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TELLERS |
Into Pastures New. |
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SECRETARIES |
Changing. Changing. |
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TYPISTS |
Taking New Directions. |
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DEALERS |
Who’s to censure |
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ALL |
Anything we do. |
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VOICE |
Freeze ! |
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(All Bank staff freeze as the Receiver enters, followed by a veritable army of Accountants, Lawyers and Bailiffs.)
RECEIVER |
Right. No more trading. Cease all dealing. |
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As from now. This very moment. Cease ! |
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ASSISTANT |
Right. All you Tellers. Over this side. |
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BAILIFFS |
Man the doorways. Guard the exits. |
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LAWYERS |
All Employees. Sign this paper. |
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ACCOUNTANT |
Vouch the Leases. Check the Ledgers. |
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RECEIVER |
One by One I’ll see Directors. |
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ASSISTANT |
Weekly workers. Get your pay cheques. |
RECEIVER |
Single files. Outside my Office. Please ! |
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WHISPERS |
Out of sight their lending, dealing. |
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Taking Chances. Wheeling. Dealing. |
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Changing. Changing. Speculating ! |
(The Receiver, now installed in the former Chairman’s office, speaks from the balcony to the entire Bank staff.)
VOICE |
Hush ! |
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RECEIVER |
As Receiver I advise you. |
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ALL STAFF |
Burney’s Bank ? |
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RECEIVER |
Is Busted ! |
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DO WE REALLY NEED THE PLEBS ?
FORSYTH |
Let me be plain Guy. I'm a snob. |
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BROKERS/ |
He's a Pooh Pooh Too Too Touche |
BAR GIRLS |
Dilettante Arrant Snob. |
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He's a shade too fey or fancy. |
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Far too racy for the mob. |
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ECONOMIC |
With connections in high places |
LEAGUE |
He's no time for pop or polls. |
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FORSYTH |
I've no time nor toleration |
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for the rumblings of the proles. |
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I ask you |
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ECONOMIC |
Do we ? |
LEAGUE |
Really need the Plebs ? |
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FORSYTH |
I've no time for vacillation |
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Prissy rules. Faint hearted men. |
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When rules don't work. Ignore them |
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till firm rule's struck again. |
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In this country there's stagnation |
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E/LEAGUE |
All our rights are on the ebb |
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FORSYTH |
I ask you |
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E/LEAGUE |
Really. Why appease the Plebs ? |
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FORSYTH |
Look. Forgive my irritation. |
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BROKERS |
Now to matters close to hand |
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FORSYTH |
Don't fuss about VANRITTART. |
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BROKERS |
Old Van's a brilliant man. |
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FORSYTH |
Some times he roams in waters |
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BROKERS |
Where some would fear to tread |
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FORSYTH |
But my advice is |
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E/LEAGUE |
Let him have his head. |
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FORSYTH |
Come Guy. No hesitation. |
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SIDEKICK |
You must either sink of swim. |
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FORSYTH |
He can't delay the options |
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BROKERS |
The deal is spread too slim. |
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FORSYTH |
His contacts are restricted |
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SIDEKICK |
Any leak means loss of face. |
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FORSYTH |
Let's speak plainly |
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SIDEKICK |
They'd face Scandal and Disgrace. |
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BROKERS |
Yes. Scandal and Disgrace. |
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FORSYTH |
Guy. They'll get their finance elsewhere |
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If they can't count you in. |
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There are others in the wings Guy |
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BROKERS |
You can almost see their fins. |
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FORSYTH |
If you don't take the plunge Guy |
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BROKERS |
You'll be out before you're in. |
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FORSYTH |
Guy. I urge you |
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BROKERS |
Let them count you in. |
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FORSYTH |
Make your move Guy. |
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BROKERS |
Let them count you in. |
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CHORUS |
Guy I urge you. Let them count you in. |
(Fading away) |
Guy I urge you. Let them count you in. |
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Guy. I urge you.Let them count you in. |
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THE ONCE GREAT HENRY CASSON. |
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MATTHESON |
Dilatory Conservative and Cautious in Extreme. |
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MAINE |
Too bad. It's sad. He's living in a dream. |
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ELMS |
He's slowing down. |
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MATTHESON |
He hasn't got a glimmer of a notion. |
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MAINE |
Not a clue. |
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MATTHESON |
Of what to do. |
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MAINE |
Or how to act. |
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MATTHESON |
Or what's about him. |
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ELMS |
All around him. |
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MAINE |
Can't he see ? Why can't he see. The writing's on the wall. |
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MATTHESON |
We can't just sit by idly while he stalls and stumbles through. |
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MAINE |
While he stalls and stumbles daily. |
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MATTHESON |
He'll take us all down if we do. |
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MAINE |
He'll take us all down with him if we don't act on cue. |
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MATTHESON |
Of all our problems he's the number one. |
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Let's face it he's long since become |
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A burden to The TRUE. |
(LORD ELMS backs off slightly from the other two directors. Then turns towards them, resigned but wistful, a small tinge of regret entering his voice.)
ELMS |
It’s sad. There was a time. And not so long ago. |
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I much admired old CASSON’S style. |
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He used to say in times of trial |
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One must be brave – And he was brave then. |
MAINE |
Had it all then |
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MATTHESON |
But he’s blown it sadly. Thrown it all away. |
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MAINE |
Now he’s an obstacle. He’s had his day. |
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MATTHESON |
And we must pass him |
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ELMS |
Seize the Maestro’s heavy baton ? |
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MAINE |
Break the rock that’s HENRY CASSON. |
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MATTHESON |
Yes ! |
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We’ll clear the ONCE GREAT HENRY CASSON |
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From our way. |
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ALL |
Oh Yes. |
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We’ll clear the ONCE GREAT HENRY CASSON |
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From our way. |
ROUND WORLD TRIP.
Two telephone calls are taking place at the same time. MATTHESON is calling VANRITTART, while Sir HENRY is calling LAMMERSON.
MATTHESON |
As you know he’s off to Nassau. |
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It’s the first main stage |
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VANRITTART |
of his round world trip |
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MATTHESON |
Yes. He’d rather show the flag |
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than he’d man a listing ship. |
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VANRITTART |
Then he’s moving on to Rio ? |
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MATTHESON |
Meeting Gwent out there. |
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VANRITTART |
Must be nice to bask in sunshine at this time of year. |
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MATTHESON |
Oh. They’ll manage very nicely you need have no fear. |
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SIR HENRY |
So I trust while I’m away you’ll keep a firm grip. |
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Beware the rogues are all about you. |
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Just run a tight ship. |
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VANRITTART |
So we’re still left in the old man’s grip. |
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MATTHESON |
But LAMMERSON is biting. He’s chafing at the bit. |
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SIR HENRY |
Keep the Oil Deal frozen. |
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VANRITTART |
Suspended in mid air. |
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SIR HENRY |
We must find further finance to reduce our share. |
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In the meantime keep the brakes on |
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And steer well clear of any major decisions. |
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MATTHESON |
In the meantime Let’s be certain. Let’s be quite clear. |
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We’ve got to move to get a decision. |
(VANRITTART jumps as an exceedingly large man in a pin striped suit appears behind him. Then recovers, motions his guest to take a seat and continues)
VANRITTART |
Don’t sweat. I’ve a man who will help us here. |
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Believe you me. We’ll get a decision |
(VANRITTART pauses as he watches his visitor, The Right Honourable FORSYTH JONES-PLUNKETT, help himself to a large tumbler of whisky from a nearby drinks cabinet, then says with emphasis)
Believe you me. We’ll get a decision.
THE LORD MAYOR’S BANQUET.
As the economic crisis worsens crowds jeer as the Lord Mayor’s Procession, headed by the City Livery Companies, passes by.
1ST CHORUS |
Come now Aldermen. |
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Guildsmen of the Town |
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Take your places |
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in service to the Crown. |
2ND CHORUS |
Come now Masters. Wardens standards bear. |
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Craftsmen. Tradesmen in unison declare. |
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Trust. Faith and Fellowship |
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In honour bound and free. |
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None give a service |
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Like the City Livery. |
The City Livery companies proceed oblivious to the crowd, who have become increasingly hostile.
HOSTILE |
See them assemble. What do they resemble |
CROWD |
These champions of our urgent needs. |
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Old men in ancient robes |
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With pink polished ear lobes |
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Toying, Enjoying |
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their games with their beads. |
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What a selection |
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of rigged self election. |
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They bequeath themselves |
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rich golden chains |
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With power and arrogance |
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And false pomp and circumstance |
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They usurp our rights |
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In our name without blame. |
The procession enters the Guildhall, where Heralds flank the corridors and walls of the Banqueting Room.
HERALDS |
Drumbeats. Trumpets. Hark to the Heraldry. |
Flunkeys. Waiters. The City's Pageantry. |
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Come now members. Give the Sheriff your applause. |
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Come now Yeomen. Raise your glasses to the Lord. |
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ALL |
To the Mayor. Lord Mayor. Lord Mayor. |
LORD MAYOR |
Bondsmen. Citizens. As you join me in this meal |
At the time of this banquet |
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I thank you for your zeal. |
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For all here in good cheer |
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Hear the substance of my mission. |
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The toast is the City |
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and the City's great tradition. |
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Everyone in the hall rises to their feet. |
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ALL |
Tradition. Tradition from a noble heritage. |
To Tradition. Without condition |
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We give our solemn pledge. |
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LORD MAYOR |
For ours is a wondrous illustrious history |
of enterprise endeavour |
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and sharp integrity. |
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Of insight and vision |
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Of duty and respect |
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Of vigilance and purpose |
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Free thinking intellect. |
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ALL |
Tradition. Tradition from a noble heritage. |
To Tradition. Without condition |
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We give our solemn pledge. |
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LORD MAYOR |
As champions of freedom |
We've fought some honoured fights. |
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With diligence. Cohesion. |
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ALL |
We've guarded City rights. |
LORD MAYOR |
So fellow kinsmen assembled in this hall |
Salute with me the City and all within its walls. |
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The toast is to the City |
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And to all within its walls. |
As he raises his glass to huge applause, the sounds of the cheering can be heard on the streets outside, where some of the leaders of the crowd have broken through a police cordon to within yards of the Guildhall doorway.
HOSTILE |
Just dig the elation. The standing ovation |
CROWD |
for those pompous echoes of cant. |
LEADERS |
Got to dig the reception. The brash self deception |
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of the privileged rich as they banter and rant. |
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Got to dig the emotion amidst the commotion |
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As they talk about people in need. |
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Get a line in devotion as it swells in an ocean. |
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As they sit in their temple. Their Temple of Greed. |
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As they sit in their temple. Their Temple of Greed. |
PACEM IN TERRIS.
In the grounds of the MIDAS Chateau a reception is taking place in aid of World Peace and as a group of his employees, clad in white, enter the grounds chanting, MIDAS watches from a balcony while carrying his son, Buddy in his arms.
1ST CHORUS |
Pacem Pacem |
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Pacem in Terris. |
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Tempora Mutantur |
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Go in Peace. |
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Gaudeamus Igitur |
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Vede et Crede |
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For we will build bridges |
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Bridges to Peace. |
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2ND CHORUS |
Pacem Pacem |
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Pacem in Terris. |
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Tempora Mutantur |
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Go in Peace. |
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The times are a changing |
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To times to be joyful |
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For we will build bridges |
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Bridges to Peace. |
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AFRICAN |
Peace Peace Peace |
LEADER |
Got Peace on my mind. |
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CHORUS |
Cry Peace in the World |
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For All Mankind. |
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ASIAN |
An End to the waste |
LEADER |
of the Poor by the Blind. |
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AFRICAN |
An End to the Wars |
LEADER |
that demean Mankind. |
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MIDAS |
Hey Hey Hey Buddy Boy |
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Dig the scene. It's a Rage. |
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If my life is an Act |
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Then the world is my stage. |
MIDAS |
Play it wise. Play it cool. |
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That's the way to succeed. |
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Play it big. Play it brash |
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But Buddy take heed |
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In the snake addled jungle |
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of those on the make. |
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You got to out fake the Fakers |
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In a world full of fakes. |
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AFRICAN |
Cry Peace ! Cry Peace ! |
LEADER |
Cry Peace in our time ! |
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CHORUS |
Cry Peace in the World |
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For All Mankind. |
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MIDAS |
Never mind that you'll find |
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I'm the talk of the age. |
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At the court of tycoons |
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I'm King of the Stage. |
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But it's an Act Buddy Boy |
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Underneath I'm a sage. |
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So be shrewd like Saul Midas |
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Stay loose and be sage. |
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CHORUS |
Pacem Pacem |
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Pacem in Terris. |
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Tempora Mutantur |
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Go in Peace. |
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Urbi et Orbi |
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Vede et Crede |
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Semper Fidelis |
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Go in Peace. |
SAYONARA NOBOSUKE.
In the office on the upper floor of the MIDAS Chateau Ferrari is shown in with Mr. Hisisuji, but before he can speak MIDAS rises from his desk and walks right past him to greet Hisisuji with a beaming smile.
MIDAS |
Why Nobosuke I’m honoured that you’ve graced our cause. |
(He gestures to Schulz and Ferrari.)
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I’d like you to meet two fans of yours |
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Ed Schulz and Lou Ferrari. |
Midas pushes Schulz, who speaks fluent Japanese, towards Hisisuji and at the same time grabs Ferrari by the lapel and takes him to one side.
MIDAS |
Hell. He don't speak English but he's got sharp claws |
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So bite on your lip and groom him gently. |
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Cos this man Lou is in the van |
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The biggest pirate in all Japan |
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Sure this Hisisuji is destined to be |
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Within six months - Rely on me |
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A star in the Land of the Rising Sun. |
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The next Prime Minister |
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Or the next but one. |
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So do like I say and treat him gently. |
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Hell ! He peed where he stood |
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when he first met me. |
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He's a skulk headed monster |
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As you'll soon see. |
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But this guy Lou wants showing around |
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So give him a quick flip tour of the grounds |
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But for Pete's sake keep him clear of me |
(Midas pushes Ferrari towards Hisisuji, beaming again at the Japanese as he does so.)
MIDAS |
Sure I’ll see you soon when I get free. |
(Then, as Hisisuji is whisked to the door, he murmurs)
MIDAS |
But I’ll call you so don’t call me |
He waves |
Sure Goodbye Nobosuke. Sayonara Nobosuke. |
Then more broodingly |
Sayonara Hisisuji. |
CRASH GOES THE POUND.
FROM THE BALCONIES ON THE RIGHT, LEFT AND CENTRE OF THE STAGE, BANKERS, FUND MANAGERS AND POLITICIANS LOOK DOWN ON THE STREETS BELOW WHERE GROUPS OF NEWS REPORTERS, BROKERS AND CITY WORKERS HAVE GATHERED.
1ST NEWSMAN |
Crash goes the Pound. |
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2ND NEWSMAN |
Down through the ground. |
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3RD NEWSMAN |
No more Bull pretensions. |
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1ST BROKER |
Fear in the Land |
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2ND BROKER |
Catastrophe at hand |
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3RD BROKER |
There's no escape. Exemptions. |
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FUND MANAGERS |
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1ST MANAGER |
Blow after Blow. |
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2ND MANAGER |
Shares sunk to all time lows. |
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3RD MANAGER |
A run on Banks has started. |
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ALL |
Fear in the Land |
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Catastrophe at hand |
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All reason's long departed. |
BANKERS |
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1ST BANKER |
Outflow of funds |
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2ND BANKER |
Spiralling of debt |
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3RD BANKER |
Repayments Blocked. Suspended. |
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ALL |
As holders run for cash |
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There's a massive wave backlash |
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of Policy Redemptions |
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REPORTERS |
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1ST NEWSMAN |
Crash after Crash |
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2ND NEWSMAN |
Politicians snarl and clash. |
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3rd NEWSMAN |
As they watch the pound sink lower. |
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BROKERS |
No more help from overseas. |
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T.V.NEWS |
Central Banks apply the squeeze. |
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BANKERS |
No Fresh Funds without more cover. |
As the Bankers start to argue the action switches between the balconies and the stage below.
1ST NEWSMAN |
Crash goes the Pound. |
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2ND NEWSMAN |
Down through the ground |
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3RD NEWSMAN |
In a slump of Huge Dimensions. |
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BANKERS |
In the balance hangs the fate |
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POLITICIANS |
of whole countries, nation states. |
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ALL IN CITY |
In an air that’s charged with tension. |
All groups are transfixed as they see the sterling exchange rate fall right off the screen. Then panic breaks out amongst the groups huddled together and some of them run towards the exits, while others wander around in a state of utter bemusement;
POLITICIANS |
In the balance hangs the fate |
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UNIONS |
Of whole countries, nation states |
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ALL |
In an air white hot with tension. |
………………………………………………………………………………………………………
Music
- Swinging City
- Gösta Berling Extracts
- Journey to a Different World
- Songs from three musicals
- Blood and Fire
- Gösta Berling Act One
- Gösta Berling Act Two
- Instrumental Music
Drama
- Script Only
- The Redundants
- Trapped - Workshop recordings
- Night Train to Rome
- Behind The Mask
- Spin Off
- A Trip out East
- On the verge
- In Search of Freedom
- The Shades of Earl's Court Part 1
- The Shades of Earl's Court Part 2
- Hotchpotch 1
- Hotchpotch 2
- Hotchpotch 3