Barry Lyndon

Second: Gentlemen, cock your pistols! Gentlemen... Narrator: Barry's father... Second: ...aim your pistols! Narrator: ...had been bred, like many other young sons of a genteel family, to the profession of the law. Second: One! Narrator: And there is no doubt he would've... Second: Two! Narrator: ...made an eminent figure in his profession... Second: Three! Narrator: ...had he not been killed in a duel, which arose over the purchase of some horses.

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Redmond Barry: Excuse me, sir! Captain Feeny: Good morning again, young sir! Captain Feeny: Don't even think about it. Get down off that horse. Raise your hands high above your head, please. Come forward... stop. How do you do? I'm Captain Feeny. Redmond Barry: Captain Feeny? Captain Feeny: Captain Feeny at your service. Redmond Barry: THE Captain Feeny? Captain Feeny: None other. May I introduce you to my son, Seamus. Seamus: How do you do? Redmond Barry: How do you do? Captain Feeny: To whom have I the honour of speaking? Redmond Barry: My name's Redmond Barry. Captain Feeny: How do you do Mr. Barry? And now I'm afraid we must get on to the more regrettable stage of our brief acquaintance. Turn around, and keep your hands high above your head, please. Seamus: There must be 20 guineas in gold here, father! Captain Feeny: Well, well, well. You seem to be a very well set up young gentleman, sir! Redmond Barry: Captain Feeny, that's all the money my mother had in the world. Mightn't I be

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Redmond Barry: I'm under arrest? Captain Potzdorf, sir! I'm a British officer. Captain Potzdorf: You are a liar! You are an impostor. You are a deserter. I suspected you this morning, and your lies and folly have confirmed this to me. You pretend to carry dispatches to a British general who has been dead these ten months. You say your uncle is the British Ambassador in Berlin, with the ridiculous name of O'Grady. Now, will you join and take the bounty sir, or will you be given up? Redmond Barry: I volunteer.

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Redmond Barry: Sir, I... I have a confession to make to you. I'm an Irishman. And my name is Redmond Barry. I was abducted into the Prussian army two years ago, and now have been put into your service by my Captain Potzdorf, and his uncle, the Minister of Police... to serve as a watch upon your... actions... and to give information to the same quarter. Narrator: The Chevalier was as much affected as Barry at thus finding one of his countrymen. For he too was an exile from home, and a friendly voice, a look, brought the old country back to his memory again.

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Sir Charles Lyndon: Have you done with my Lady? Redmond Barry: I beg your pardon? Sir Charles Lyndon: Come, come, sir. I'm a man who would rather be known as a cuckold than a fool.

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Sir Charles Lyndon: [Laughs] The cheek! He wants to step into my shoes. He wants to step into my shoes! Is it not a pleasure Gentlemen for me, as I am drawing near the goal - to find my home such a happy one - my wife so fond of me, that she is even now thinking of appointing a successor? Isn't it a comfort to see her like a prudent housewife - getting everything ready for her husband's departure? Redmond Barry: I hope you're not thinking of leaving us soon, Sir Charles? Sir Charles Lyndon: Not so soon my dear as you may fancy, perhaps. Why man I've been given over many times these four years. And there was always a candidate or two - waiting to apply for the situation. I'm sorry for you, Mr. Barry. It grieves me to keep you or any gentleman waiting. Had you not better arrange with my doctor or have the cook flavour my omelet with arsenic, eh? What are the odds, gentlemen, that I live to see Mr. Barry hang yet? Redmond Barry: Sir, let those laugh that win.

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