RUNNING FOOTSTEPS
ORGAN MUSIC
As always, we will start
with the school song.
# CHOIR: In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise
# At a moment in my life when the world is new
# And the blessing I shall ask is that God will grant me
# To be brave and strong and true
# And to fill the world with love my whole life through. #
For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful.
ALL: Amen.
# In the evening of my life I shall look to the sunset
# At a moment in my life when the night is due
# And the question I shall ask only I can answer
# Was I brave and strong and true... #
Abbot. Sir. Ackerman. Sir.
Adams. Sir. Adams. Sir. Adams. Sir.
Alroy. Sir. Anderson. Sir.
Appleby. Sir.
Armitage Major. Sir. Armitage Minor. Sir.
Arrowsmith. Sir. Atkins. Sir.
Austen. Sir. Bailey. Sir.
Baites. Sir.
Baker Major. Sir. Baker Minor. Sir.
Balfor-Ellis. Sir. Banning. Sir.
Barclay. Sir. Barrington. Sir.
Bartholomew. Sir. Bascom. Sir.
Bennett. Sir. Beresford. Sir.
Bettington. Sir. Biddicomb. Sir.
Billing. Sir. Billingham. Sir.
Birch. Blankenship.
Bonn. Sir. Bonner-Harris. Sir.
Bridges. Sir. Broderick. Sir.
Brown Major. Sir. Brown Minor. Sir.
Brown Minimus. Sir.
Bruce. Sir. Burgess. Sir.
Butler. Sir. Caldwell. Sir.
Campbell. Sir. Canning. Sir. Carrington. Sir.
Carstairs. Sir. Cartwright. Sir.
Cherry. Sir. Chilton. Sir.
Clark. Sir. Clay. Sir.
Coates. Sir. Cole. Sir.
Coleridge. Sir. Colley Minor. Sir.
Cook. Sir. Craft. Sir.
Crew. Sir.
Cunningham. Sir. Curry. Sir.
Dalton. Sir. Deeds. Sir.
Dickinson-Brown. Sir. Douglas. Sir.
Duncan. Sir. Edgeworth. Sir. Edwards. Sir.
Elliot-Smythe. Sir. Ellis. Sir.
Every. Sir. Fairhurst. Sir.
Fernley. Sir. Fitch. Sir. Fisher. Sir.
Forbes. Sir.
Fortesque...
BELL RINGS
Isn't this a rather unusual action for you to take, Chipping?
I suppose it is, Headmaster,
but my class's examination results this term were also rather unusual.
Well, I've looked at them. They were only a little below average.
Yes, that, for a class of mine, is rather unusual.
It's a punishment? Oh, no.
I trust nobody thinks that.
Baxter does. Well, he's wrong.
I want to take my boys over their exam in some detail
and show them their mistakes. It should be a very helpful session.
Quite so. Unhappily, there's this tennis match.
Sutterwick's results are among the worst.
Even if they weren't, I should still think it wrong to make an exception.
Don't know what Sutterwick's father's going to say.
I do. Something very smooth, very offensive
and quite beside the point. You know him?
I taught him.
You know that he is the generous donor of our new playing fields.
Most generous.
I know he has a great deal of money to be generous with.
You won't let me persuade you to...
No, but you can order me to.
Oh, well. I'll be seeing you tonight for dinner?
Yes, Headmaster. I'm very much looking forward to it.
Do people think I really want to be disliked?
Who thinks that?
Baxter, for one. He plainly thinks I'm a bloody sadist.
My dear fellow, that's the first time I ever heard you swear.
There has to be a first time for everything.
I don't think the boys do dislike you.
Yes, they do. I can't blame them.
If I were one of them, I'd dislike myself, I think.
You must not exaggerate, my dear fellow. I don't.
The boys are quite right to dislike failures. Now you do exaggerate.
A man whose textbook on Pindar...
What is a worse failure than a teacher who can't make
his pupils grasp the importance of what he has to teach?
Can you answer me that?
Yes. A teacher who doesn't try to, like Baxter.
Rather true, Max.
Thank you.
BOY: Look out, it's Old Blood and Iron.
That's just their humour.
Yes. What do they call you?
Ditchie.
Ditchie? That's not too bad.
It's short for "ditchwater," and that is a simile for "dull."
Good morning.
Sit down.
Sutterwick?
You seem to have chosen rather an eccentric costume for class.
I'm playing in the final of the junior tennis competition.
At what time?
12.30, sir.
At 12.30, you will still be in class, Sutterwick.
I thought I told you.
Mr Baxter said I could play!
Did I tell you?
The periods are supposed to end at 12.
It ends when I say it ends, Sutterwick, and that is 1.
When the bell rings at 12, I'm going, sir!
You've no right to keep the others in either!
I have two kinds of right, Sutterwick.
The right which would be translated into Latin by the word fas,
meaning a sacred duty,
and the right which is given me by power.
The first, I don't expect you to understand. The second, I do.
Sit down, please.
Your Homer, page 56, line 17.
Simpson, will you begin?
"Yea, I will tell thee clearly and say but the truth.
"Mentes, I boast to be Anchialus' son.
"And among the Taphians, men of the oar, I am king.
"I came hither..."
# They think I do not understand
# They think I do not hear or see
# I only wish they knew I do understand
# I only wish they understood me. #
"..in the haven of Rheithron."
That is remarkably fluent, Simpson,
but I think I would prefer the words to be your own rather than
those of Professor Jacobs' Easy Guide to the Classics.
Would you be good to detach the page from that work
that you've glued to your book,
hand it to me, take 25 punishment lines and proceed?
BELL RINGS
ALL CHEER
My dear Baxter, what an absurd fuss over a game of tennis.
A game of tennis? It is the final of the junior cup.
It's still a game of pat-ball with a piece of framed catgut,
an unworthy subject for a quarrel between housemasters.
When you make jokes to Baxter against tennis, you better duck.
He didn't only get a tennis blue at Oxford, he got a boxing blue.
Also first-class honours in physics. Biology.
And we don't say honours in this country, old man, just degree.
I'm sorry. Fenwick, I disagree with you profoundly
upon the importance of this issue.
To deprive Sutterwick of the chance
just because that pernickety old idiot
has taken it into his head to give his form an hour's extra tuition.
On the last day of term?
HE CHUCKLES
Chipping's a brave man.
"Wine-dark sea" is a perfectly acceptable description
of the Aegean Sea, Barker. I agree Homer does use it rather a lot,
but then there are some epithets we all use rather a lot, don't we?
I believe your favourite is "stinky."
Isn't it?
CLOCK CHIMES
Forgive me if I prefer Homer's more colourful imagery.
12 o'clock, I see. Sutterwick.
Sir? Come here, would you?
Just distribute these around the class, would you?
To each boy.
I think you'll find them all clearly marked.
I won! I won!
I am the champion!
I'm the junior tennis champion.
The Lex Canuleia...
..is not, as Colley Minor seems to think, a law regulating canals,
but a law that permitted Roman patricians to marry plebeians.
An easy way to remember it
is to imagine a Miss Plebeian wishing to marry a Mr Patrician
and Mr Patrician saying he can't.
She could then reply, "Oh, yes, you can, you liar."
Well, boys, I've finished.
You've all hated me for this, I know, but I am paid to teach you,
and your parents pay Brookfield for you to learn.
We have a mutual duty, in fact,
and it's not a duty that I, for one, am prepared to betray.
CLOCK CHIMES This is goodbye for ten weeks.
May I wish you all a happy holiday.
You may go.
# Yesterday, I was their age Tomorrow, they'll be my age
# Sooner, much sooner than they know
# And suddenly they will ask What every child must ask
# Where did my childhood go?
# When did my youth, sweet and free
# Suddenly slip away from me?
# Was it so long ago?
# Where did my childhood go?
# When did the magic end?
# When did the future meet the past?
# Ending a dream too good to last
# Taking away our friend
# When did my childhood end?
# Was it that day in early spring
# That lingers on
# When somehow I knew
# This precious time would soon be gone?
# What does the future show?
# Spring will return again next year
# And when she does She'll find me here
# Wondering still
# I know
# Where did my childhood go?
# Yesterday, I was their age Tomorrow, they'll be my age
# Sooner, much sooner than they know
# And suddenly they will ask What every child must ask
# Where did my childhood
# Go? #
Over by the new playing fields. That is, if you ever get them.
Especially as this year, I've been invited to shoot at Dumlochspey.
Dumlochspey?
Where are you going for your holiday, Mr Chipping?
To the new excavations at Pompeii.
Pompeii? But won't that be hot at this time of year?
Yes.
He must be in the late 30s by now, but I always think of him as a boy.
Oh, no, headmaster. I'm sure you're a very good shot.
You're staying a night in London, aren't you?
Yes, with Johnnie Longbridge. Lord Longbridge? But I...
You're very lucky to have so rich and hospitable an ex-pupil.
Oh, I don't know, Max. Charlie was a very nice boy.
Quite a good scholar too. We always got on.
Is he taking you... Wasn't Lord Longbridge..
to the Old Vic as usual? ..married...?
No. No.
I asked him to. That was the father, I believe.
Present Lord Longbridge is unmarried.
It's the Medea, which I wanted to see. He's quite young.
He's got tickets for something he wants to see for some reason,
called, apparently, Flossie From Fulham.
But you're very lucky, Mr Chipping.
My dear fellow, that is most shocking.
Am I, indeed, Mrs Summersthwaite?
It's a divine show, quite divine, and a very big hit.
Hit? That means a success.
Does it? Flossie from Fulham is a divine show, and you'll adore it.
Oh, splendid.
But Medea, Max, isn't it a shame?
I wonder if I could get Johnnie to change his mind.
I'm looking forward like mad to seeing this extravaganza.
I'm sorry, Chips, I know very well what you'd rather be seeing,
but I had to bring you to meet the girl I intend to marry.
You're not serious, surely. You did say marry?
Oh, yes, if she'll have me.
I'm standing, at the moment, rather low on her list.
I'm sure she's utterly delightful,
but think of your name, your position,
those Shakespeare first folios in the library at Charworth.
APPLAUSE
Dear Chips, I'm awfully fond of you.
Why? I say, a treasure hunt in Fulham. What a capital idea!
Why what?
Blimey, Bert, look at them... Why are you awfully fond of me?
Where is the owner of this fish store?
Yeah, where's Flossie? Flossie?
LIVELY SHOWTUNE PLAYS
APPLAUSE
I say, what an absolute corker you are, dear Miss Fish Stall Owner.
Plainly, the femme fatale of Fulham.
Oh, wherever did you come from, all dressed up so la-di-da?
Oh, the West End of London.
Well, as long as it's London, it's all right with me.
# Eros stands in Piccadilly Circus
# Nelson stands in Trafalgar Square
# Big Ben stands by the River Thames
# And will as long as the Thames is there
# London is a strange, unchanging town
# And take my word Whatever you've heard
# London Bridge has no intention
# Of falling down
# Oh, London is London Is anyone in doubt about it?
# London is London It's easy to find out about it
# London is springtime Cockney champagne
# London is summer Lots of rain but who's complaining?
# WITH CHORUS: London is lovely Let no-one change his mind about it
# Lovely and lively
# Yes, that's the thing I find about it
# You can have Paris And Venice and Rome
# But London is London Is London is England
# Is home
# London is London Forgive me if I shout about it
# Nowhere's like London So mighty roundabout about it
# London is history Future and past
# London is mystery Flabbergasting, everlasting
# London is a charmer
# I could go on for days about it
# Dripping with drama
# There just ain't no two ways about it
# You can have Cairo and Cannes
# And Capri
# But London is London London is
# London is London is England
# Is me!
APPLAUSE
# London London is London
# There's such a lovely style about it
# London London is London
# You can't resist Just smile about it
# London is history Future and past
# London is mystery Flabbergasting, everlasting
# London is London Random people rave about it
# London, my London
# There's something people crave about it
# Others may pine For a trip up the Rhine
# Or follow the sun Where it happens to shine
# The tip of the parties
# The home's where the heart is
# And London is London
# Is Engla-a-a-nd
# Is mi-i-i-ine. #
Why the hell do we come here?
Because we always come here.
Exactly.
What's the matter with you tonight?
Good evening.
But she's got young Calbury with her.
Calbury?
Some idiot in the Horse Guards.
Damn it, Chips, we've been stood up.
Stood up?
She's forgotten.
Oh, dear, I am sorry.
Oh, Johnnie Longbridge.
Oh, my God, I've stood him up. I must get him over.
Not to stay.
Come on, Chips.
What will you think of me?
Nothing. Except that you're a terrible muddler of dates.
And I've known that for ages.
Bill Calbury you know, of course.
He was suddenly in town again, and...
Oh, no, no, don't apologise, darling.
Oh, but you came to see the show especially tonight, didn't you?
My fifth time. This is Chips. I told you about him, remember?
Of course. Hasn't he any other name?
Well, if he has, I can't remember it.
Then I'd better call you Mr Chips.
That's rather a nice name. How do you do, Mr Chips?
How do you do, Miss Bridges?
This is Bill Calbury.
Do join us.
Oh, Chips absolutely adored the show.
I'm so glad.
Oh, yes, I loved it.
It's a great hit, isn't it?
We've been running for over a year.
Over a year?
Yes.
Every night?
Well, we get Sundays off.
But don't you get most awfully bored?
I mean, isn't it an awful strain for you, all that leaping?
Oh, yes, I loved it.
The plot I found a shade tortuous,
but the exposition of it, remarkably adroit.
Good.
Did you like anything else?
Ah.
Well, the denouement,
I found quite remarkable when you turned out
to be the real Lady Lettie all along.
No, that's Edna Lovelace.
I turn out to be William C Belfrage's ward.
Ah, yes, the multi-millionaire shop owner.
Of course, how stupid of me.
But then, you and the other lady do look alike.
Yes, I suppose we do.
She's 53 next birthday.
You astound me, and sing so well.
I think we should go back to our table.
Goodbye, Katie. Marvellous seeing you.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Miss Bridges.
Goodbye, Mr Chips.
What an idiotic bore.
Bill, you were asking me something important.
You were asking me whether I seriously believed something.
They tell me they make a delicious oyster stew here.
By the way, how do you know she's not here?
She?
The girl tonight's Evening News said you're going to marry.
Oh, yes, I saw that. Me and Penelope Fitzdouglas.
Huh. Wasn't it ridiculous?
Side-splitting.
I'll have the same as last Tuesday.
Yeah, so will I.
The same wine?
The same wine.
APPLAUSE
Hey.
Hey, Mister!
Hey, Mister, please.
Please.
I'll....
I'll be your guide to Pompeii, OK?
OK, on your right is the Greek forum...
..which was partially destroyed in the earthquake of AD 61.
Behind you is the statue of Clio, one of the Muses. She had...
No. That is Terpsichore,
the Muse of choral dance and song, and the earthquake was in AD 62.
OK, Mister, you know best.
Actually, dear fellow, I think I do.
HE MUTTERS IN ITALIAN
ECHOING: Hello, can you hear me up there?
Yes, of course I can. The acoustics here are famous.
Can you hear me?
Yes, but you're shouting.
I'm not shouting.
Sound travels upwards better than downwards.
Could you hear that?
Yes.
What are you eating?
An egg sandwich.
When was the earthquake that destroyed all this?
It wasn't an earthquake, it was an eruption of Vesuvius,
behind me, and it happened in the year 79 AD,
toward the end of the ides of June.
Ha, I thought only March had ides.
All Roman months had ides. Calends too.
Are you a guide?
Do I look like a guide?
I don't know. I haven't got my field glasses with me.
What are you?
A schoolmaster.
Ah, that's cheating. What are you?
A tourist. An ignorant one, as you implied,
who doesn't know her ide from her calend.
There is no singular to either word.
Oh, you can't win, can you?
You eating another sandwich?
Yes.
You wouldn't have anything left, would you?
One egg sandwich and some cheese.
I'm coming up. I'm starving.
How do you do? My name is Chipping.
Mine is Bridges.
Golly. Well, one thing's fairly certain -
we'd never be cast opposite each other.
Forgive me, I didn't quite follow that.
It doesn't matter. Oh, thank you, you're an angel of mercy.
Haven't we met before?
I don't think so. Some of this?
Thank you.
Of course, you're Mr Chips.
I beg your pardon?
Oh, we met at the Savoy one night, with Johnnie Longbridge, remember?
I was with somebody called Bill Calbury,
and you said all the wrong things.
Good gracious, you're not the girl in that awful...
..ly jolly musical comedy?
SHE LAUGHS
Oh, thank you for making me laugh.
It's the first time I have for over a month.
Cheers.
Cheers. I didn't mean it as funny.
Well, no, if you had, I wouldn't have laughed.
This is nice. I ought to tell you, it's rather strong.
Good.
But of course. You were the gal who turned out to be
the real Lady Lettie all along.
No!
You've done it again.
Oh, dear, I'm so sorry.
You are William C Belfrage's ward, Miss Katherine Bridges.
Ah, that's wrong too.
My real name is not Bridges.
My real name is... Now you won't laugh, will you?
It's Brisket.
Charmingly Anglo-Saxon.
What are you doing in Pompeii?
I wasn't feeling very well and they gave me a month off
so I booked myself on this Mediterranean cruise.
My boat stopped at Naples and, uh....
Well, they organised a tour of this place. Only I hate being conducted.
When I heard there was a theatre, I slipped off. I'm glad I did.
It's beautiful.
The other is even better.
Greek theatre.
You mean they did plays here like the one that's on
at the Old Vic now?
The Medea? Yes, they did.
I'd like to see that. I hear it's marvellous.
I do too. So we'll do it together sometime, huh?
Yes.
Is there lots more to see at Pompeii?
Oh, there's a full ten days of exhaustive sightseeing,
and many, many more, if you include the Herculaneum and...
Well, I've got the rest of the day. Would you be my guide, Mr Chips?
Look, doesn't this bore you terribly?
Please, please say if it does, because there's nothing more awful
than being bothered by somebody when you want to be on your own.
Nobody knows that better than me.
Sorry. Than I?
It doesn't bore me at all.
In fact, very much the reverse.
Truth to say, I was feeling a little lonely myself this afternoon.
This is the temple of Jupiter.
Are you quite alone on the ship?
I mean, you're not with any particular friend?
No, no particular friend.
At the moment, I'm rather between particular friends.
Of course, you met him that night, didn't you?
Mr Calbury. Yes, I did.
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
No doubt the sea air...
Yes. The sea air has done marvels.
Sorry, am I going too fast for you?
My dear young lady, I could go as fast as you
if I cared to risk a broken ankle and be carried on a stretcher.
It's extremely foolish to leap around in a ruined circus
like a mountain goat.
Especially in those shoes. These stones are treacherous.
I'm sure you're very active for your age.
Since you cannot know what my age is, your flattering conviction,
Miss Bridges must be based on a conjectural premise.
SHE LAUGHS
You've done it again.
Now that's three times you've made me laugh.
And only this morning, I really did think I'd never laugh again.
I suppose it's your being a schoolmaster.
I fail to see what's so laughable about that.
Well, no, it's not laughable.
One doesn't laugh at people only because they're funny.
Not some people, anyway.
Come on. There's so much left to see before the sun goes down on us.
# A million planets Were swimming in the sky
# I only saw the sun
# A million faces drifted by
# Suddenly, there was one
# Filling my mind Like the day was filled with sun
# Telling my heart My life had just begun
# Although it is so many years away
# I remember that moment
# As though it were yesterday
# He smiled
# I smiled
# We smiled
# And the sky
# Smiled too
# We walked, he talked
# I talked
# And the sky was blue
# And before the walk was over
# I just knew
# He smiled
# I smiled
# We smiled
# And the sky
# Smiled too
# It was love. #
What does that mean?
Gnothi seauton.
"Know yourself." The watchword of Apollo.
The god of prophecy.
Amongst other things.
Oh, I'm so sorry. Have I tired you out?
No, you have not tired me out.
I have a large piece of ancient Greece in my shoe, that's all.
Well, it's been really thrilling to be shown around Paestum
by the world's greatest authority on ancient Greece.
I am not the world's greatest authority on ancient Greece,
just one of them.
SHE LAUGHS
I'm going to ask Apollo a question.
You mustn't ask a personal question.
Well, not a specific one, like...
Like, "Will Bill Calbury come back to me?"
No, I wouldn't bore Apollo with that, I promise you.
No, just something general, like, "What's going to happen to my life?"
Ah. Even that is too specific.
Besides, I could answer that.
A series of, what is it, hits, a dazzling career?
No. What do you mean, no?
I mean, no.
Look, Mr Chips...
..seems to me you've learned just about everything,
but you haven't learned the first thing about me.
Ever heard of a captain who hates the sea? That's me... I.
Only with I - me - it's the theatre.
You tell me the show must go on, and what do I answer?
Why?
Now, come on, Apollo, just speak to me.
I'm going to break all the rules and ask you something specific.
Well?
Did he speak?
Very clearly.
What did he say?
If I tell, it won't happen.
That is the new moon, not Apollo.
You won't get me to tell.
Know yourself.
That's quite a watchword.
Gnothi seauton.
You're most retentive.
Give me a good line and I can remember it.
# You smiled
# I smiled
# We smiled
# And the sky
# Smiled too
# It was love. #
They call me Ditchie, short for "ditchwater, dull as."
They think I'm a bore and they're probably right.
No, no.
Oh, yes.
But I wouldn't mind them thinking me a bore
if I could only get them to see how much I really do like them
and care for them.
I...
What's the matter?
I was blowing my nose.
There isn't any law against that, is there?
But I thought you were cry... Well, I was.
And there isn't any law against that either.
But in heaven's name, why?
Doesn't matter. Give me some more of that.
Look, this Epomeo really is most awfully strong,
and if it's going to make you start squirting tears
all over the table just because my pupils find me a dull teacher...
Oh, heavens, I really am most awfully sorry.
What for?
I've been talking so much about myself
I'd completely forgotten what your problems were,
and what good reasons you have to cry.
You must forgive me.
SHE CHUCKLES
Well done, Mr Chips.
Quite up to form.
I think you're the nicest man I've ever met in my life.
Now, faced with that challenge, what do you think of me?
Or do I really want to know?
Yes, I do. Go ahead.
Well, I think Mr Calbury is a very foolish man.
Thank you. Go on.
There are plenty of other men besides Mr Calbury.
You're very young, you're very attractive,
and you're bound to find someone else.
Someone who'll realise how lucky he is and won't ever let you go.
Go on.
Someone who'll give you that escape from the stage
that you imply you want.
Someone from quite a different background than your present one.
Someone who happens to love you very much at this moment.
And when he gets to know you better can, I'm sure,
only love you more and more and more.
Someone, in fact, like Johnnie Longbridge.
SHE LAUGHS
Oh, I've been wanting to do this all evening, and now I'm going to do it.
Nobody and nothing's going to stop me.
What?
This.
Really, Miss Bridges, I hate to say it,
but I think just a touch too much of the wine.
Not a touch too much, a lot too much, and I feel wonderful.
Oh, Mr Chips.
You really are...
..well...
..Mr Chips.
KIDS SHOUT EXCITEDLY
Oh, what a wonderful day it's been.
Yes. Yes, indeed. Quite wonderful.
Can't we make it a wonderful night too?
Ah. Well, as it happens Miss Bridges,
for tomorrow, I have a rather tight curriculum.
Well, loosen it.
Tonight, Mr Chips, you and I are going to make whoopee.
The term is new to me. What does it mean?
Almost anything, really.
I really must go.
It's been a very, very great pleasure.
It really has.
And may I wish you a very safe and a very happy journey home.
MEN CHATTER IN ITALIAN
Scusi.
SHE LAUGHS
# Apollo, Apollo
# You're the god of song
# That's what Mr Chips has told me
# He is never wrong
# He also says you're the god of prophecy
# Cassandra's gift was a gift from you
# So any dream you may care to offer me
# Will, I know, come true
# Apollo
# Is it love? #
STEAM HISSES
Brookfield.
Brookfield Station.
TRAIN WHISTLE SOUNDS
# Seven weeks Of home sweet home are over
# They're over
# Seven weeks of Mother's cooking
# Mother's love
# And Mother's looking after
# And laughter
# And living in clover
# Are over
# ALL: Moreover, 14 weeks of Michaelmas term
# Stretch endlessly ahead
# 14 weeks of nameless horror Wait to be unfurled
# 14 weeks of Latin verbs I wish that I were dead
# 14 weeks of school cap tipping Filthy food and Mr Chipping
# 14 weeks in the dungeon
# Of a schoolboy's world
# But one day
# One day
# When I am older
# I'll be the president of Peru
# I'll own an emerald mine or two
# I'll swim for England In the next Olympic games
# When I am older I'm going to be a playboy farmer
# I'm going to be a lady charmer
# I'm going to be a knight in armour
# Find a damsel and disarm her
# When I am older
# I'll be the multiest millionaire I'll be the fellow beyond compare
# I'll be the hero That the populace acclaims
# I'm going to carve the world in pieces
# I'm going to be as rich as Croesus
# Think of the mighty empire I shall rule
# When I am older When I am older
# Wiser and bolder
# On the day that I get out of school
# I'm going to be a fine musician
# I'm going to be a rich physician
# I'm going to be a politician
# I shall be an obstetrician
# I'll achieve my great ambition
# When I am older
# I'll be the fellow who makes the rules
# I will abolish public schools
# I'll be the chairman Of at least 100 boards
# When I am older
# I'll run a fleet of ocean tankers
# I'll buy a street of merchant bankers
# I'll be the greatest man you've ever seen
# When I am older
# Wiser and bolder
# Just as soon as I am 17. #
HE SOBS QUIETLY
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH
Are you for Brookfield?
If I knew where it was.
The other boys didn't tell you?
No.
Well, that happens.
I'm afraid pets aren't allowed.
Oh, no. If they take Delilah from me, I won't want to live.
Yes, you will.
She's very beautiful, Delilah.
Who's your housemaster?
Mr Fenwick.
Oh, good. He's not an animal hater.
In fact, he's already looking after quite a large menagerie
for his boys already.
White mice, canaries, a couple of rabbits and a snake.
He can certainly cope with Delilah.
Are you a master?
Yes.
Sir, I shouldn't have sat... Yes, you should.
I was a new boy here myself once, a long time ago.
I had a myna bird, I remember,
which I taught to say, "Brookfield forever."
They took that away from me, and they were quite right.
Its sense of timing was peccable.
Peccable, sir?
Faulty.
I should have said faulty, it's a better word.
Well, I'll show you the way. It's not very far.
Would you take Delilah?
I can see why you love her, she's quite delightful.
And better let me take these.
Absolutely blind drunk, my dear fellow.
It was most embarrassing.
I mean, I'm known in Naples, and can you imagine?
I was almost raped.
Oh, man, you exaggerate so. No, I don't.
And I don't flatter myself about the incident either.
It was all rather a pity.
Until that moment, I'd found her
really, rather surprisingly...civilised.
Tiny little thing, very pretty hair.
Why pick on me?
An old stick in the mud.
It's a very accurate description of you.
Don't rub it in, Max.
But then, musical comedy actresses can't be quite normal,
with all that...
PHONE RINGS ..dressing up and skipping around.
But even so.
Hello.
Oh, why, hello.
Medea at the Old Vic?
No, I hadn't forgotten.
It's just that it would be impossible to get tickets
for this Friday.
You've got them.
223 Riverwalk, Chiswick.
Yes, yes, I've got that down.
Oh, yes.
Oh, I'm sure I would enjoy meeting them very much.
Looking forward to it enormously.
And how nice to hear from you out of the blue.
Goodbye.
I suppose a telegram at the last minute saying I'm ill.
But, um, you didn't write the address down.
What for?
To send a telegram to, uh...
Oh, I can't. I've forgotten it.
223 Riverwalk, Chiswick.
Two? Two. Two.
..three Riverwalk, Chiswick.
JAUNTY PIANO PLAYS
CHATTER AND LAUGHTER
Oh, but, darling, what, I ask you, but what's going to happen to Chloe?
I mean, it's all too devastating for words to be left by Eloise
for, of all people, Freddie Franklin-Finch.
Freddie Franklin-Finch, who doesn't even come up to her navel.
Are you going in? Yes.
Oh, don't, it's hell.
LAUGHTER
What is poor Chloe going to do?
You're in that wonderful play at the Criterion
where you drink in the last act.
Actually... You do it beautifully. It made me believe every other word.
Where do you wear that orchid? Well, I...
Dear heart. Not at all. Oh, I'm sorry.
But Eloise and Freddie.
I mean, you know me, darling, I don't care what people do
provided they do it in bed, darling, but really it's too much.
I mean he's so small, it's impractical...
I don't think I do know you.
You must be mad. What's your name?
Arthur Chipping.
That's right. You take to drink.
I do not take to drink, madam. Excuse me.
Madam, I like. Madam, I adore.
Chipping! I know.
The guest of honour at some party
I've been asked to at Augustus John's or Tallulah's.
Mr Chips. I was so scared you wouldn't turn up.
My guest of honour, Arthur Chipping.
How do you do? Oh, it was here, I knew it was somewhere.
Oh, but what a beautiful man, Katie.
What's your next play, darling?
I'm not an actor, madam, I'm a schoolmaster.
He could call me madam all night.
Well, come along, children, time to go.
Night is young, say bye-bye.
ALL SAY GOODBYE
Oh, Katie, darling, absolutely wonderful. Thank you.
You could wear that orchid behind your ear, you know.
Oh, a beautiful man. Where Katie finds them, I don't know.
Change from that last one, that abysmal Bill Calbury, or the one...
Come on, Ursula. I told Penelope we'd be there ages ago.
Bobbie, my dear, don't rush me.
Can't you see I'm running all the way?
I'm so glad you came.
So am I. Very glad indeed.
Come in.
You won't know anybody, but they're all mad to meet you.
They are? Mm-hm.
Who was that lady I just had the pleasure of meeting?
Ursula?
She's just Ursula. Indeed?
Very famous actress, Ursula Mossbank,
but, well, she's just Ursula.
She seemed just Ursula.
Oh, this is for you.
How very sweet.
Dear Mr Chips.
Up to form.
Very up to form.
I didn't know who to ask, so I just got together a few of my friends.
I'd be delighted to meet them. LIVELY CHATTER
I adore Ramsay MacDonald. He's got such a beautiful face.
And if you took off his moustache
people would stand up in Hyde Park to see him go by.
I wouldn't. Never mind, darling.
Hello. Hello.
INDISTINCT
Tilly, Arthur Chipping. Hello. How do you do?
Eloise, Arthur Chipping, my guest of honour.
How do you do?
NOISY CHATTER
Oh, hello, you remember me? Algie. You're, um...?
Chipping. Oh, yes, yes. Well, come and have green tea, eh?
Green tea. Come along, old chap. Now, what would you like?
Oh, my dear...
Amiably done, Kevin. And after the divine Captain Carville... Oh!
Look what you've done, you silly girl.
You've spilt my white lady all over your...
Allow me, dear.
Well, you must... Oh, you're a friend of Maynard Keynes,
and you write for that paper, monsieur?
Actually, no, I... No, I swore it.
Mind you, didn't think I'd be back so soon. Yippee!
Johnnie, how sweet of you to come.
Absolute hell, all the gate-crashers in the world.
My dear, isn't it a shame I'd never heard of you?
INDISTINCT
Go rescue your friend. He's stuck with Tilly.
What friend? There.
I'm so sorry.
It's not Chips?! Yes, poor darling.
What?
One moment.
Bye-bye, darling. Thank you so much.
I mean, that with all men...
Chips! Johnnie...
Let's go over there, Longbridge.
Let's sit down somewhere. Move along.
Oh, frankly, I never have. I'll you have to take your...
Oh, bless you.
But why are you guest of honour?
A long story, Johnnie, but look, in Naples, I did my best for you,
because she's nice, and I'm doing my best for you...
Oh, gosh.
You're raving, aren't you? Well, of course.
An hour of this, and who wouldn't? But there's Medea after this.
You love this minuscule creature, and I don't altogether blame you,
so I'm doing my very best for you.
Chips, I do apologise for this nightmare of a party.
Oh, it's not a nightmare at all. It's splendid.
Hello, Katie, darling.
Haven't you got the wrong address?
That's a good one. I helped furnish this house, remember?
Yes, I do...
..but I have a private party in it to which you were not invited.
So would you please go?
Now, Katie, old girl, really. Bygones and things.
Wouldn't be so unkind to an old friend as to throw him out?
Did you not hear Miss Bridges ask you to go?
Who are you? It doesn't matter who I am.
All that matters is that Miss Bridges
wishes you to leave her house and you are therefore leaving it.
I've met you somewhere before. I remember that voice.
Now, here are your hat and stick, and that is the front door.
Do tell this idiotic man... Straight ahead, please.
That voice. There's something about it.
I don't know who you are, but I can guess what you are.
You're a school teacher. Correct.
I'll bet you give your boys hell. Only the bad ones.
Now I know.
Not that I needed to, but now I know for sure.
What?
Well, if that's how you do your best for me,
I'd be interested to see how you do your worst.
My dear old fellow, you really mustn't leap to insane conclusions.
It wasn't a very long leap, was it? Anyway, it's not insane.
If she won't have me, and she won't, you're much the next best thing.
It's very sane, I think, for both of you.
Go away, Johnnie. You're putting a large foot in it.
Let me handle things.
And, Johnnie, darling, take care of the party for me.
# Walk through the world with me
# And you will see how happy life can be
# How fresh and new
# When you're with me... #
This is a fascinating stretch of London. The Georgian archite...
Don't talk. Do you mind?
I only observed... I know.
But don't.
# Let's fly away and find another day
# To call our own
# Where we can be in love alone
# Where we can live the life we dream of living
# Live the dream of giving all we have
# To give
# Welcoming the day... #
There's one question I have to ask.
If you must.
When you said just now, "Now I know for sure,"
what exactly was it that you knew for sure?
That I loved you, of course.
I can't think how you'd do, considering you can choose...
When you love, you don't choose, do you?
Look, let's be frank.
I'm not part of your world.
I'm afraid it's not a world that I would wish to be part of.
Not even for you.
I like "even for you".
We may find each other attractive for different reasons,
though how you could ever find me...
You've been into all that. Don't go on all night.
It's wrong to start something one can't finish.
Can't you?
Damn it, of course I can!
And I long to, what's more.
But we have nothing in common. Nothing in the world.
And I refuse utterly to become
the secret lover of a well-known actress.
Who said lover? Well, friend, I would like to be.
Who said friend? What is there between lover and friend?
Husband?
Don't make stupid jokes, please. This is serious.
Even if you still meant that tomorrow
when the drink has worn off, do you imagine that I would give up
my profession, my true vocation,
as you know it is, to come to London to live in your house
off your money amongst all those awful Ursulas
and bright young things? No.
Dear Miss Bridges, I'm sorry to turn down a suggestion,
which most men would give up everything for...
..but I'm a schoolmaster...
..and a schoolmaster is all I ever want to be.
Well, now, isn't that convenient?
Because all I ever want to be
is a schoolmaster's wife.
There's a certain tendency to tastelessness in your jokes.
Humour ceases to be humour.
# I will be warm...
Hello, Mr Chips.
# And yours to hold
# And we will stroll along the sand together
# Hand in hand together for eternity
# Aren't you glad to be
# Walking through the world
# With me? #
Married? Married? I don't believe it, you're lying.
I'm not. Really, I'm not. It was in the Times.
Well, did it say who to? Oh, yes, a Miss Katherine Brisket.
Brisket? Mm. But you're making it up.
I'm not. Honestly, I'm not.
And can you imagine what she must be like?
Anyone who'd marry Ditchie?
It's very good of you to honour us with your presence
at our weekly assembly.
Are they all in, dear?
Mr Chipping and Herr Staefel aren't.
Ah, yes, Chipping is waiting for his wife, I believe.
Chipping's what? His wife.
Surprising, isn't it? Flabbergasting.
Who on earth? Who, indeed? Ha!
That's the question we've all been asking ever since we heard the news.
She's had a little difficulty choosing the right dress.
We're very late.
Well, I can't help it, Max. Don't look so solemn.
No-one's ever late for assembly. I'm fully aware of that.
It's someone he met on one of his excursions,
to the ancient ruins of Pompeii.
Something of an ancient ruin herself, no doubt.
No, not necessarily, dear.
Oh, God, he looked at his watch.
In 20 years at Brookfield,
I've never once been late for weekly assembly, Max.
If this is going to be the future pattern of my life...
Oh, dear fellow, I do hope you've been wise.
Of course I've been wise, you old idiot.
A pretty face is not everything, you know, dearest old fellow.
There are so many questions of temperament and suitability.
Suitability?
That's a horrible word. It isn't even in the dictionary.
It's in Webster. Oh, Webster.
Are you implying she isn't suitable for me?
No. I'm simply wondering if she's suitable as your wife.
Here she is.
Oh, I'm so sorry, darling.
Is this all right? Yes. We must hurry, the headmaster's waiting.
This is Max Staefel, my closest friend.
Oh, Chips has told me so much about you
but, well, I expected someone far older and much less handsome.
We must go.
An ancient ruin, did you say, my dear?
This isn't a joke, is it?
Chipping's plainly lost all sense of proportion.
Some people might think he'd found it.
This girl is Chipping's wife?
We must assume so.
Why, do you know her?
Oh, do forgive us.
My wife had a little difficulty choosing her dress.
Well, it's not my fault, it's Chips.
I put on six dresses before he approved.
And he approved of that one, hmm?
I'm so terribly sorry about being late.
Chips tells me it's as bad as being off your big number.
I don't quite understand that allusion, Mrs Chipping.
Oh, Mrs Chipping.
Oh, I just love it when I'm called that.
But, um, you are that, yes?
Oh, yes, well and truly.
Well, unless Chips is a bigamist, which I rather suspect.
How else would he have escaped until now?
No, the allusion, Headmaster, was to the stage
which used to be my profession.
Indeed? You're an actress, Mrs Chipping?
Well, not even my best friends would call me that.
Ah. And what would they call you?
A soubrette.
That's the girl in musical comedies who usually sings the big number
and then loses the man.
SHE LAUGHS
In real life, they nearly always wind up as wives of earls.
I nearly did, but luckily, I met Chips.
Regarding the derivation of the word soubrette,
there was an interesting discussion in the Times recently...
Quite so, quite so. I really think we ought to go in.
Um, you don't know Lord Sutterwick, I believe.
Oh, but I do, I think.
I don't think so. But surely...
We must go in, dear, the headmaster always goes in last
and the boys receive him standing and in silence.
Sounds like a dream entrance.
The headmaster's a darling. His wife's a bitch.
That's not a word we use at Brookfield.
You should, I think.
Oh, I'm so nervous you may have to carry me.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
SILENCE
Do you see what I see?
I simply refuse to believe what I see.
Oh, good, I thought for a moment these new glasses had let me down.
BOY CHEERS
Shh!
SCATTERED APPLAUSE
SCATTERED CHEERS
Goodness, what a commotion.
How the boys seem to appreciate a pretty face.
SHE SCOFFS
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE BUILDS
Did you intend to say anything about the gift of the new playing fields?
It seemed a good occasion. I must ask you not to.
Why ever not? Because there may not be one.
I'll explain later. Shall we?
CHEERING CONTINUES
CHEERING DIES DOWN
All right, so the curtsy made you look ridiculous.
I didn't say that. Yes, you did.
What the hell have you got against this bloody hat, anyway?
Look around, see what the others are wearing.
Stand up and keep quiet.
Look at that old bag.
She's put the baby's pot on. Shh!
Not the baby's pot either. Her own.
HEADMASTER: As always, we will start with the school song.
# ALL: In the morning of my life I shall look to the sunrise
# At a moment in my life When the world is new
# And the blessing I shall ask Is that God will grant me
# To be brave and strong and true
# And to fill the world with love My whole life through
# And to fill the world with love
KATHERINE SINGS SHOWILY
# My whole life through
OTHERS FALL SILENT
# In the noontime of my life I shall look to the sunshine
HEADMASTER'S WIFE JOINS IN
Shh!
# BOTH: At a moment in my life When the sky is blue
# ALL: And the blessing I shall ask Will remain unchanging
# To be brave and strong and true
# And to fill the world with love My whole life through
# Did I fill the world with love?
# Did I fill the world with love
# My whole life through? #
I'll take you around. Not now.
I have time before my class.
No, please, darling, not now.
You go and tell them about the interesting derivation
of the word "soubrette."
I'm just not feeling up to it.
Forgive me, darling. please forgive me.
Of course.
Just give me a few days to learn and I won't disgrace you, I promise.
I'll never do that. Never, never, never.
Of course you won't.
Congratulations, Chipping.
Thank you, Fenwick. How's Delilah?
Dreadful, I wish I could report a snake had eaten her.
She's the most repulsive animal in my menagerie.
I hesitate to put it more bluntly in front of your wife.
What you mean, Lord Sutterwick, is the girl's a tart.
I didn't say that.
I merely said that I happen to know she's had numerous love affairs
with several well-known young men,
and her moral reputation in London stinks. Dear me.
Then why has she married Chipping?
As I heard the story, Calbury's the one she's determined
to get to the altar.
This marriage with a ridiculous figure like Chipping
is her last attempt to bring Bill Calbury to heel.
That's quite beside the point, of course.
My own point is quite simple.
As Mrs Chipping this person will be, until she sees fit
to leave her husband, in charge of my son's welfare.
And that, Headmaster, I won't have.
That I won't buy at any price.
Chipping either loses his house or you don't get those playing fields.
And that's quite that.
Then that is your ultimatum, Lord Sutterwick?
Ultimatum is hardly a word I would have chosen myself.
Indeed, then what word would you have chosen yourself?
Excuse me.
Chipping?
Katherine!
Caesar, heel. Heel!
Katherine! Katherine!
Oh!
My dear fellow!
My dear old fellow!
Katherine!
My dear old fellow, I must ask.
That's a bloody silly word - suitability.
I didn't invent it. How do I know?
It's in Webster.
Well, I'm not going to let it happen, Max!
Apollo has willed it!
# Today is mine What shall I do with it?
# Throw it away That's what I do with it
# Nine times out of ten
# The sun will shine
# Am I a friend of it?
# You wouldn't say I was a friend of it
# Nine times out of ten
# The day is fine
# What will I see in it?
# Not very much That's what I see in it
# Nine times out of ten
# What shall I do
# With today? #
Captain Calbury, could you tell me where I could find Katherine?
Troops! Perhaps you don't remember me, but we once had the pleasure
of meeting at a party of hers.
Please, tell me. Please, where is she now? Troops, forward march!
Try Ursula.
DOORBELL RINGING
I'll get it, my pet!
Who is making that dreadful noise?
Darling, how divine of you to come! Mwah!
The party would have been hell without you.
Not that it isn't hell, anyway, even with you,
but you mustn't mind, my darling.
Are you still taking to drink in that third act?
No, in the second act now.
Yes, that would be much better.
Glass of bubbly for you, I think.
Come along, darling. Ursula!
No, no, darling, urgent business to attend to.
We're playing the acting game, which I know you absolutely
adore, darling. And I'm doing "the part is greater than the whole"
in that room in there.
And I think I've found a way of doing it
so they can guess it quite quickly.
Is my wife here? Wife?
Which wife, darling? She was called Katherine Bridges.
Katie? Of course she's here.
Did you say wife, darling? Yes.
But that would make you her husband, wouldn't it? Yes, it would.
Then she's not here, darling, she's nowhere near the place.
That's what I was told to say if you came in.
She's in the kitchen, darling, making scrambled eggs.
There's the kitchen. Ursula, you're on!
What was my phrase? "The part is greater than the whole."
Oh, yes.
I can do that. Come along!
Too early. Whoever you are, you'll have to wait your turn.
I don't intend to.
You would catch me scrambling eggs.
It's no way to play this scene.
I do not understand what you mean by that.
I've only come to tell you that I love you,
that I cannot live without you.
Your grammar is too perfect, and your prose style too impeccable.
You can't qualify superlatives.
Can't you? Well, you can, if you want to.
You can do anything if you want to.
You'll still remain, for me, the only person in the world
that I've ever loved, or ever will love.
Why did you run away?
I said it all outside that assembly hall.
I told you then I wouldn't ever disgrace you.
Ever, ever, ever.
That might just, but only just, explain why some girls
in your position might have deserted their duty
through sheer, paralysing, bloody funk.
It didn't explain why you did.
Well, I did desert it.
Isn't that proof enough? No.
I think those eggs are burning. Then let them.
Mr Chips.
I love you very much.
You know that, don't you? Yes.
And you think I ran away from you
because of sheer, paralysing, bloody funk? Yes.
You don't think it mightn't have been just because I do love you?
Yes, but it was still funk.
Chips, you don't know... Oh, yes, I do know.
I know all about Sutterwick
and his threats to tell the governors about your past.
And I know all about your unsuitability - horrible word.
Both our unsuitabilities. The plural is even worse.
But how you could ever imagine that a word like suitability...
Which is only in Webster, mind you, not in the Oxford, or is it?
..could ever prevail over a word like love,
which is in all the dictionaries...
There's no earthly reason to cry, you know.
Of course there isn't.
You must have been all over the place looking for me.
Here and there.
I demanded and took a fortnight's leave.
You, who never cut a class in your whole life...
..took off a fortnight?
I'd have taken a lifetime.
Oh, Chips.
You'll lose everything you hold dear.
Everything I hold dear, I'm holding now.
Anyway, I mean to fight and beat Sutterwick.
Don't tell me that dreadful man is here or I'll have to get the police.
How are the eggs? Scrambled.
So I see. The part is greater than the whole.
With me acting, wouldn't you think they'd guess?
All they kept saying was The Brothers Karamazov.
I'll get Freddie Franklin-Finch to fix these.
He adores doing eggs for some reason.
He's very Freudian, our Freddie.
Ursula, you know Lord Sutterwick?
That's right, darling, the police.
There's a rather divine sergeant at Vine Street.
I'll get him.
How that Sutterwick has the gall to come here
when I'd thrown him out bag and baggage last July.
Well, I kept a little of the baggage,
just a few ratty pieces of sable and the odd chandelier.
Oh, but so mean, with all those millions.
Darling, connect me with Vine Street Police Station.
Sergeant Higgins.
Ursula, Lord Sutterwick is not here. I only asked you if you knew him.
Forget it, darling.
Know Soapy Sutterwick?
I did, darling, like the back of my hand, only rather better
because I never have got to know the back of my hand.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Was I? Oh, it must have been a little thought I had.
Ursula, we must go. We? You're not taking him?
Of course, you two are married or something, aren't you?
Married, madam, and quite definitely not something.
I adore this man.
When you've finished with him, Katie, lend him to me.
Bye-bye, my darlings.
See you tomorrow or next year, or in heaven or somewhere.
In heaven certainly.
# What a lot of flowers!
# What a lot of sunshine!
# What a lot of beauty in the world today
# What a world of colour
# Just beyond my window
# Flowers every colour
# Of the rainbow
# Red roses, orange marigolds
# Yellow buttercups, green leaves
# Blue cornflowers, indigo lilacs
# And violets, violets
# My happy eye perceives
# And among the people
# There are two who'll never be apart
# What a lot of happiness of heart
# Is ours!
# What a lot of flowers
# What a lot of lovely
# Pretty flowers. #
Your Caesar.
Sutterwick, would you begin?
BELLS TOLL
Nervous?
Not a bit.
Nor I.
I usually am on Parents' Day.
Good morning.
Oh, Mr Dickinson-Brown. Dickinson-Brown.
I hear you build the most marvellous model aeroplanes.
You must let me see them sometime. I simply love them.
I'd be frightfully pleased to, Mrs Chipping.
Any time. Well, how about after prep tomorrow?
Thank you!
You shouldn't call them Mr!
Oh, the older boys love it. It makes them feel grown-up.
Hello, Freddie. Better news from home?
Yes, she's much better, thank you, Mrs Chipping.
Good. Sir.
And you shouldn't have called him Freddie.
Well, nothing on earth is going to get me to call him Robinson Minimus.
What an idiotic thing to call a little boy.
# Oh, worship the king
# All glorious above
# Oh, gratefully sing
# His power and his love
# Our shield and defender
# The Ancient of Days
# Pavilioned in splendour
# And girded with praise. #
Yes!
APPLAUSE
Lord Sutterwick, this must be a nervous moment for you,
but I shouldn't worry too much.
Your boy is a sound little player off his back foot.
I was rather disappointed.
My son tells me that his orders are... Lord Sutterwick.
Could I have a word with you? Excuse me.
Do you mind, Baxter?
Mr Chipping. You will not win this battle.
I've no idea to what you refer. Don't play it that way.
Excuse me, Lord Sutterwick, that is an expression
I've lately picked up from my wife.
It means you are playing theatre instead of speaking the truth.
You are a businessman, and businessmen
are usually described as blunt.
If you won't be blunt, then I shall be.
You disapprove of me and you disapprove of my wife.
You are therefore blackmailing the headmaster
into depriving me of my house.
Blackmailing is not a word I am
accustomed to hear about my activities. I am surprised.
It is a word that is in all the dictionaries
and describes an activity that is also known in the criminal code
as getting money with menaces.
What money am I getting, dear Mr Chipping,
and what are my menaces?
Your menaces are to reveal my wife's rather troubled past.
Troubled is good.
Troubled, indeed, is good. It is a good word.
I could have chosen other words, but I will stick to troubled.
To reveal my wife's troubled past to the governors of this school.
And the money you will get is the money you will withhold
from this school unless I am sacked from my house,
is that sufficiently blunt?
I see no reason why I should stand here and be insulted.
Except that you are standing here and are being insulted.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
Why do you fight?
It puzzles me.
You can't possibly win.
In fact, you have already lost.
No, sir. I've demanded a meeting of the governors
and I intend to put my case to them with all the relevant facts
on both sides. I wouldn't wish to say anything against your character
behind your back, so I trust you will attend the meeting.
Very happily.
HORN BLARES
Darling, all. It's absolutely divine to be here.
Katie, Katie, darling.
Oh, my God, it couldn't be.
Oh, I'm so grateful to you for coming.
Oh, darling, it's divine of you to ask me.
Parents' Day, my dear, what could be more riveting?
Yes. And there are the boys.
I hope there are lots more.
Where's, uh, Soapy?
He's talking to Chips, I think.
Well, I never thought I'd hate myself in the morning.
All I could find, darling.
At least three years old, must make me look like Queen Victoria.
Take me up, darling.
Aren't we lucky with the day?
So far.
Oh, headmaster.
I thought you might like to meet a close friend of mine,
a very famous actress, Miss Ursula Mossbank.
Darling headmaster, how simply divine to meet you.
How do you do? Would you excuse me, please? Oh, yes, certainly, darling.
How gorgeous you look in that divine white silk stole.
It's far chicer than mine, darling.
Can you get rid of her?
I don't quite understand.
Heavens, she's wearing that stole.
Look, you're a woman of the world,
and once, a long time ago, mind you, I was....
Well, you know the situation, I'm sure.
Please.
Please, because if my wife sees her with me, I'm lost.
Ursula has no tact at all.
Well, I'll do my best for you, Lord Sutterwick.
Only for you.
Oh, but I adore English public schools.
I simply worship them all, even that idiotic Westchester.
You can't ask a boy out to tea
without everyone asking the most extraordinary questions.
Ursula, darling, you must see the bell tower.
And here's your guide.
A bell tower?
Oh, yes, of course, the bell tower.
Oh, headmaster, darling.
It's been wonderful.
You must come to one of my little parties sometime.
Very informal. Just come as you are, whatever that is.
Yes, I should be delighted.
And bring your dear wife, if she is your dear wife.
Bring her anyway, darling. Goodbye.
Goodbye, all.
I hope you like early English perpendicular.
Darling, I revel in early English perpendicular.
You know, it's the most extraordinary thing.
All I did today was simply stand up to that dreadful bounder Sutterwick,
and now he's completely caved in. Completely.
Has he, dear? But completely.
He's called off the governors' meeting.
Has he? Mm.
Rather a triumph for me, on the whole.
Yes.
There's a lesson in it all somewhere, I suppose.
Yes.
If only I knew what it was.
Oh, God.
You're so beautiful.
So are you.
Don't be absurd.
I'm not being absurd.
I'm being accurate.
Will we love each other like this forever?
# And among the people... #
Can you see any reason why not?
# There are two who'll never be apart
# What a lot of happiness of heart is ours
# What a lot of flowers
# What a lot of lovely
# Pretty flowers. #
Douglas.
Duncan. Sir.
Dunson. Sir.
Edgeworth. Sir.
That's Dickinson-Brown. His fighter squadron's based at Dover.
He always shoots us up when he's flying. Quiet, please!
Elliot. Sir.
Finch. Sir.
Fisher. Sir.
Forbes. Sir.
Foster. Sir.
Gaye. Sir.
Gibbs. Sir.
Glanville. Sir.
It's Dickinson-Brown again. It's disgraceful.
He'll scare the boys.
I'm afraid they may have worse things to scare them soon.
Do you think so, dear?
I prefer to believe in Mr Chamberlain and peace in our time.
I wish I did. Really?
Steven, how many times have I told you? I do beg your pardon.
CHATTERING
Oh, thank you, David. It's a pleasure, Katherine.
Mrs Chipping, David. You know it's the rule.
In a week's time, I'll have left Brookfield.
The next time we meet, there won't be any rules.
When you're in the Horse Guards, there'll certainly be some.
Allow me.
See you at lunch.
Oh, God, you're so beautiful.
Chilton. Sir.
Farr. Sir.
Faye. Sir.
Good morning. Good morning.
I had to come in person and tell you how very sorry I was
to hear your news.
How very kind of you, Katherine.
Yes, leaving here after 20 years is going to be rather a wrench,
I admit. But of course, it has to be.
Anno Domini.
It doesn't seem fair, does it, that as we get older
they stay the same age?
No, it doesn't.
Ah, well.
I realise that delicacy may prevent you asking this,
but I have recommended your husband to the governor as my successor.
Not that that may count for much.
Oh, you know it will.
I'm terribly grateful. Well, there's no need.
Miller. Sir.
I recommended the man that I thought would be the best.
I haven't always thought that, I suppose, but, uh...
How long have you been married?
It's our 15th anniversary today. Ah.
Vincent. Sir.
Wedlake. Sir.
Wenham. Sir.
Whitely. Sir.
William. Sir.
Wordsley. Sir. Wright. Sir.
Yates. Sir.
Thank you.
Thank you for my anniversary present.
Your own you'll find on the table in front of you at lunch.
Meaning you'd totally forgotten.
No wonder the boys call you Ditchie.
Short for "ditchwater, dull as."
I don't think they do any longer.
What do they call you? I don't know.
Chips, I think. Chips.
Ah, now, that's much better. Oh, no, Max,
they still don't like me.
I don't expect them to any longer, unfeeling little monsters.
Let them unfeel. Who cares?
In the last 35 years, I've become just as unfeeling as they are.
Hey, boy!
Where's the fire?
I'm late for class, sir. Why?
Sir, I was down at the swimming pool, sir,
practising my diving and my watch stopped, because it got water in it.
Not very convincing. I suggest this.
You were on your way to class when I called you over
and gave you a lecture on your slovenly appearance.
If asked, you will bear that out, Mr Staefel?
All right, boy? Cut along. Yes, sir.
Thanks awfully!
Just as unfeeling.
What?
No matter.
Dear fellow, this will be the last time we shall take
this little walk together.
Tomorrow is Founder's Day
and the day after, I leave for Germany.
Is that your choice?
Dear fellow, how can you possibly think it is my choice?
So it will be goodbye.
Do you have to go?
All German citizens have been ordered home by the Fuhrer.
Disobey. I have a mother in Dresden.
They wouldn't do anything... They would!
Dear fellow, they would, and well we both know it.
She's an old lady, I know,
but, uh, I still love her very much, and...
The world has grown a little unlovely, don't you think?
No, of course you don't.
How lucky you English are.
And how little you always appreciate it.
What on earth's this?
Ah, anniversary, I'd forgotten.
Have you gone out of your mind?
It's Apollo, isn't it? Of course it's Apollo.
It comes from quite near Paestum. It also comes from Pinkerton's.
More soup, Maxwell? Thank you, Mrs Chipping.
I happened to be passing Pinkerton's.
Everyone passes Pinkerton's.
No-one who isn't called Rothschild or Rockefeller ever goes in.
This, madam, must have cost you well over three figures.
Well, not well over!
Well, don't you think it's beautiful?
I think the Taj Mahal is beautiful.
I don't expect it as an anniversary present.
I've never known anyone more wickedly or wantonly extravagant
than my wife.
What's more, those curtains over there are new, aren't they?
Yes, sir. As it so happens... Aha!
You thought I wouldn't notice, didn't you?
Now, how much did they cost? No, don't tell me, I'll have a stroke!
CHUCKLLING
I beg you to remember, madam, you are no longer earning hundreds
of pounds a week in Phyllis from Finchley.
Flossie from Fulham. Are we finished, Benson?
You are the wife of an impoverished schoolmaster.
One thing's very certain. I can't, unhappily, send the curtains back,
but this I can. And will.
Directly after lunch.
You will then go down to Woolworth's and buy me something
I really want.
It's no laughing matter, I assure you.
You must learn your lesson or take the consequences.
Yes, dear.
PIANO PLAYING
Does this have to be here?
No, dear. Anywhere you like it.
What is it, anyway?
It's the parasol I had in Phyllis from Finchley.
Ah.
Yes, well, this wouldn't look right there.
Well, maybe the whatnot.
KNOCKING
Come in.
Katherine, I just had to come and talk to you.
Oh, Katherine, I heard every word that old brute
said to you at lunch and I knew how you'd be feeling...
HE WHIMPERS
Katherine?
Did that boy call you Katherine?
Do you allow boys to call you by your Christian name?
Not all boys, no.
But this boy?
Most outrageous!
How shall I put it?
This boy, I take it, is in love with you.
Don't blame him!
No, I do not blame him, I blame you for encouraging him.
Flirting with him, no doubt!
SHE LAUGHS
And who, pray, is the old brute?
You!
I thought as much. A fine conspiracy you've been having, you two,
behind my unsuspecting back.
It's unlucky for you, isn't it, that I've nipped your pranks in the bud?
SHE LAUGHS
Yes, Mrs Chipping?
And what precisely do you have to say to that?
How do you nip a prank in the bud?
What have I married?
That's what I ask myself. We'll speak of this later!
SHE LAUGHS
# You smiled
# I smiled
# We smiled
# It was love. #
This is quite definitely the place for it.
I can't think why you ever argued.
Thank you for your message.
I meant it.
You were quite right to laugh at me just now.
But, you see, I resent you looking so young.
If you looked older, boys wouldn't fall in love with you
and you'd look like a headmaster's wife.
You said headmaster.
I meant housemaster.
But you said headmaster! It was a slip of the tongue.
You've heard something, haven't you? Now, come on, tell me.
Tell me what you've heard.
Just that I had a word with the chairman of governors yesterday
and he gave me to understand that a certain matter
may be what you would call in the bag.
Oh, Chips, and you never told me!
That boy is quite right. You are an old brute!
Well, I thought it might bring bad luck.
There's no such thing.
Oh, darling, darling, Chips, I'm so happy for you.
I'm rather happy for myself.
# School days, so they tell us
# Are the most sublime of our lives
# We'll have the time of our lives
# It's the absolute prime of our lives
# They say our school days are golden
# In the olden days, it might have been true
# But in the olden days they liked torture and slavery too
# What are you going to do?
# School days, so we gather
# Are the sweetest days that we'll know
# And if that really is so Well, it comes as a bit of a blow
# I mean if school days are the best of our lives
# Imagine the rest of our lives
# School days, school days
# Never let me go... #
Come on!
# School days When I think of them
# Are sublime
# And when you're sick of them You can take your pick of them
# School days Work for scholarship!
# What a time Lovable Mr Chips
# Talk about dictatorships!
# School days, they're the best Oh, it's plain they are
# It's plain they are Cruel and inhumane they are
# School days Slightly insane they are
# That's the test It's just plain they are
# Have you missed them?
# I'll miss sunny high school days
# Sunny high Top brass
# School days Holidays
# School days, school days
# Never let me
# School days, school days School days, school days
# Never, ever let me go! #
Oh, you were marvellous.
I would like to congratulate,
on your behalf, all those concerned,
in this year's Founder's Night concert, especially Mrs Chipping.
And congratulations also to her sprightly and dashing chorus.
CHEERING
I'm only sad that it will be my last as headmaster.
And now, before I take my leave, I must give you the news
for which, I have no doubt, many of you are eagerly waiting
and which the governors have asked me to convey to you tonight.
The name of the man whom, after prolonged deliberations,
they have chosen to succeed me as headmaster of Brookfield.
Their choice has fallen on Mr William Stanley Baxter, MA.
MURMURING
APPLAUSE
I'm so very sorry.
How very kind of you. Thank you very much.
You have my most sincere congratulations.
My dear Chipping, how very good of you.
Excuse me, my dear. Of course.
You can understand my embarrassment, I'm sure,
but I have it on excellent authority that the governors
intended no slight whatsoever to you as senior master.
It was simply a question of age.
I understand perfectly.
Katherine?
Are you still there?
Just coming up!
Dear Mr Baxter, I'm so very glad for you.
It must have been a wonderful surprise.
Yes, it was.
Where will you be watching the fireworks from, the river?
Very likely.
I'll see you there.
Excuse me. Come along, will you?
Those mean, ungrateful old swine of governors.
What I wouldn't do to them, every one of them, if I had the chance!
Quiet, dear.
The milk is spilt. Don't let's cry. Go and change.
I won't cry.
I wouldn't dream of crying.
You could have imagined my feelings.
I had no chance to warn you.
Sutterwick, I suppose.
He turned the screws very hard.
There's been some question of the school being evacuated
in the event of war, since we're so close to London.
Sutterwick said he was prepared to fight at cabinet level
for our exemption, provided that...
A valuable concession.
Headmaster, will you be seeing the chairman of governors
down at the river? Yes.
I would like you to tender him my resignation.
You're not serious.
Perfectly.
I can't work under Baxter...
..and I don't intend to try.
Dear man, you must think this over.
I don't need to. My mind is entirely made up.
I won't back down.
Headmaster.
Do you think I shouldn't have resigned?
Oh, I didn't say that.
I said you were right to do whatever you thought was right.
Must seem rather petty, I suppose.
But you see, I wanted it so much for you.
It wasn't much to offer you for all I took away from your life
when we married, but at least it was something.
What did you take away from me?
Oh, success and money, gaiety.
100, 100 things for which I've never been able to give you
anything in return.
Not even children.
Now, don't be absurd, Chips.
That's far more likely to be my fault than yours.
Anyway, who wants children?
You do. I know you do.
You've always wanted them desperately.
But, darling, I have hundreds of children.
All boys.
Oh, Katherine.
BELLS RINGING
Headmaster.
Forgive this intrusion so late, Chips.
I've seen the chairman of governors, and he feels that with war
so imminent, Brookfield cannot spare any master at all,
especially one of your qualities and experience,
and your immense value to the school.
Did he use those words?
And many more.
He wants me to say that he begs you on his knees
to reconsider your verdict.
What may I tell him?
That I'll consider it.
Ah, good.
Good for you and good for Brookfield.
Goodnight, Katherine. Goodnight.
On his knees, eh?
Well, that's just where he should be to my husband.
This deserves something.
# You and I
# Have travelled far together
# We've pursued our little star together
# We are happy as we are together
# We may never get to heaven
# But it's heaven at least to try
# You and I are going on together
# Till the time we have is gone together
# Watch the evening drawing on together
# Growing older, growing closer
# Making memories that light the sky
# That only time can make
# That only love can make
# That only we can make
# You and I. #
I'd love cocoa, but I couldn't find any,
so I thought that champagne would be an adequate substitute.
Well, all right, then.
Cheers to that. Cheers.
Dean. Sir.
Douglas. Sir.
Edwich. Sir.
Edwards. Sir.
PLANE RUMBLES
Cover, boys!
SHOUTING
Oh, get off. You're worse than a flying bomb!
EXPLOSION
GROANING AND CHATTER
Those flying bombs seem to be reaching a climax today.
I've counted 23 since 7am.
Don't you think you should send the boys to shelter?
But if I did, they might well be in there all day.
And that is far better than to have them out here
in the open running the risk of a direct hit.
You must do as you see right, headmaster,
but as it is Mr Hitler's declared intention since the D-Day landings
to paralyse all normal life in southern England,
it seems to me our plain duty is to carry on our normal life
here at Brookfield.
Carry on.
Boys?
Gaye. Sir.
Breathe in.
Yes. Yes. Oh!
Oh, I can still get into it.
Chips, isn't it wonderful?
Do you know my accompanist, Miss Honeybun?
How do you do?
Well, another concert?
Yes, for the RAF.
And the CO, believe it or not,
especially asked for London Is London.
PLANE RUMBLES
Oh, well, that should be
extremely...
Down!
EXPLOSION
Extremely what?
Diverting.
Oh, Chips, do you think I dare?
Of course you dare. It is a charming song.
Liar. I'm awfully old for it.
Well, you're not looking awfully old.
Frankly, you look 18 and remarkably beautiful.
Mind you, I've never seen you lying under the piano before.
You qualify all your compliments, don't you?
Uh, it's gone bang, Mr Chipping.
Oh, I'm extremely sorry, I was kissing my wife.
Oh, why?
I don't know, really.
It somehow seemed a good idea at the time.
Oh, yes, well...
Well, gentlemen, I think we're all agreed.
It only remains for me to congratulate Mr Baxter
on his appointment to the National Education Commission.
Mr Chipping's here, sir.
Send him in, Jenkins, please. Very good, sir.
Ah, Mr Chipping, do come in.
Take a seat.
I think you know everybody here.
I don't expect you've heard that Baxter is leaving us
at the end of the term for an important state appointment.
No, I haven't.
Nor had we, till yesterday.
Well, Chipping, I'm happy to tell you that I am in a position,
in full agreement with my colleagues -
in fairly full agreement with my colleagues -
to offer you, at long last, the position
which I and some of my colleagues
regretted we could not offer you in 1939.
Katherine! Wish me luck.
I've something to tell you. What?
I've been made headmaster!
I can't hear you, tell me later!
Bye!
Look out. Chips.
Sit, boys.
I am extremely sorry for having kept you waiting.
No doubt you all found many useful ways of employing the time.
You in particular, Farley.
Oh, yes, sir. I've done my prep all over again.
I've no doubt at all. Well, that being the case, you can begin.
PLANE RUMBLES
Page 38, line 12.
Down!
EXPLOSION
Phew.
Don't you think Hitler seems to be aiming at us
particularly today, sir?
You fancy a special order has been sent out to the Luftwaffe?
"Get Farley at all costs"?
LAUGHTER
What's the principle of a flying bomb, sir?
Ah, Farley, you don't divert me quite so easily
from Caesar's Gallic Wars.
If you'll turn to page 40
and begin at the bottom line, you will have your answer.
I don't understand it, sir.
Gresham, would you do it?
READS OUT LATIN
This was the kind of fighting...
READS OUT LATIN
...in which the Germans busied themselves.
Oh. Oh, very good, sir! Yes, sir, very good.
You can see how these dead languages can sometimes come to life again.
Now, Farley, back to page 38. Begin.
Please, sir, may we ask a question, sir, first?
We're all longing to know.... What?
Well, if the rumour's true, sir, that you've been made headmaster.
It's not really a question you should ask or I answer.
But, yes, Farley, it does happen to be true.
CHEERING
Quiet!
I can only say I am very surprised, very surprised, indeed.
Thank you all very much.
Now, Farley, your kindly interruption
has not saved you from translating Caesar to me
for the next five minutes. Begin, please.
READS OUT LATIN
Our men attacked the enemy
so fiercely when...
When the signal was given.
READS OUT LATIN
PLANE RUMBLING
Altogether now, one more time.
# Oh, London is London... #
Come on, now!
# London is London! #
EXPLOSION
There was a boy who, when asked to translate into Latin
Tennyson's beautiful lines,
"Break, break, break on thy cold Grey stones, O sea!"
Came up with,
"Oh, fluctus, fluctus rumperty, rumperty, jam."
LAUGHTER
He's now a bishop.
SIRENS
Hitler's shut up shop for the night.
Yes, Farley, but we haven't.
This is a double hour, and we still have another 20 minutes.
KNOCKING
Enter.
Excuse me, sir. Would you be Mr Chipping?
Yes. Could I see you alone for a moment, sir?
Certainly, Officer.
Gresham?
Look, chaps, I've got a marvellous idea. Let's play a joke on him.
Let's all write him letters of congratulation
and put them on his desk.
We haven't time. Well, we don't need to write anything.
Just folded up bits of paper with "Headmaster of Brookfield" on them.
Well, come on!
I've put something in mine. Do you want to hear it? No. No.
I've put, "Gosh, they must be hard up for headmasters these days."
SIRENS CONTINUE TO BLARE
Sir?
Yes?
There are some letters on your desk.
Letters? Yes, you've got your elbow on them.
But there's nothing inside.
CHUCKLING
Look at the other side, sir.
"Headmaster of Brookfield."
Mrs Chips. She's been killed.
Could I have mine back, please, sir?
What?
Farley.
Yours back, why?
I... I'd just like it back, sir.
That's the one. You've got it in your hand.
Don't read it, sir!
Why not?
WHISPERING: "Gosh, they must be hard up
"for headmasters these days."
I didn't mean it, sir.
But it's perfectly true.
It was a...
..joke, sir.
Yes, a joke.
Wouldn't you like to go home, sir?
No.
We, uh....
We still have another ten minutes to the bell.
Would one of you be good enough...
..to translate?
Such things being so...
..hostages were...
Hostages having been exchanged.
And now, before passing to the events of the coming school week,
I hope you will forgive me if I make an announcement regarding myself.
This is the last time I will be addressing you as headmaster.
Like so many others, my services have come to an end with the war
and next term, you'll have another headmaster.
Shame!
Well, I thank the boy who said, "Shame."
But if it was the boy I think it was, Farley, TF,
I must tell you, he is by nature a little prone to exaggerate.
I may remind him I once had occasion to reprimand him for exaggeration.
I gave him one mark for an exercise, and he exaggerated it into seven.
LAUGHTER
We all know Farley! I'm giving him two.
Well, now, I thank you all, then, but I beg to remind you
that I haven't really been headmaster at all.
Just acting, temporary, on probation.
Oh, yes, I know my portrait's up there with all the others,
but it's an awful fraud and quite a puzzle for posterity.
"How did HE ever get up there?" they'll ask themselves.
Well, it jolly well needed a world war to do it, I could tell them.
LAUGHTER
Anyway, that war is over.
And now we face the future, you and I.
I know mine, but I don't know yours.
You're growing up into a new world, a very exciting world, perhaps,
but for sure a very changed world.
It may even be a world that has no place for Brookfield.
At least, not for the Brookfield I have known for so many years
and you still know now.
Well, if such changes do come to our school,
you must accept them
without rancour or bitterness.
As for me, I won't have to accept any changes at all, will I?
Because Brookfield for me will be only memories.
And they can't change an old chap's memories,
however hard they try.
They are memories that I will always cherish,
and for which I am now most truly and deeply grateful.
Oh, uh, just one thing more.
I'm not leaving Brookfield altogether.
I'm taking rooms in the town.
APPLAUSE
Thank you.
Well....
When you come to see me in after years, as I hope some of you will,
and you're all very grand and grown-up,
I may well not recognise you
and you'll say, "Poor old boy, his memory's gone."
But you see, I will remember you all perfectly well
because I will remember you as you are now.
That's the point.
In my mind, you'll never grow up at all.
I get older, and so do all of them,
but you always stay the same,
and you always will.
And in that, I shall find...
..great comfort in the days to come.
So you see,
it won't really be goodbye at all.
And now I come to the week's events.
Three cheers for Chips. Hip-hip! Hooray!
Hip-hip! Hooray! Hip-hip! Hooray!
DROWNED OUT BY APPLAUSE: Boys. Boys.
DROWNED OUT BY APPLAUSE: Boys.
CLEARS THROAT
What is it?
They said you wanted to see me, sir.
Ah.
You're Sutterwick.
Yes, sir.
BELLS TOLL
It gave me no pleasure
to stop you playing tennis that day, you know.
Sir, that wasn't me.
Of course it was you.
I've only arrived this morning. I'm a new boy.
Oh.
Yes, I see.
That was all a long time ago, wasn't it?
It must have been your father.
My father wasn't at Brookfield, sir. My grandfather was.
Yes, of course, your grandfather.
And that other one, the one who gave us the playing fields,
he'd be your great-grandfather.
Yes, sir.
What's happened to him?
Oh, he's dead, sir.
Yes.
He would be.
Well...
Just remind me, Sutterwick, what am I supposed to see you about?
I don't know, sir.
Oh, I see.
It's the old leg-pull.
They're always sending new boys in to me.
I suppose they think they'll take one look at me
and run screaming back home to their mothers.
Put that back, would you? Very carefully.
I don't want it broken.
It's Apollo, isn't it, sir?
Yes, how do you know?
Oh, I know about Greek things.
Do you now? Good.
Taking classics, then?
Oh, no, sir, physics.
Physics.
Yes, that's the thing now, isn't it? Quite the rage.
Where did you get that Apollo, sir?
It was a present from my wife.
You were married?
Why do you find that so surprising?
Oh, no, sir, I didn't mean that.
I only meant... I mean....
Do you have any children, sir?
Yes, hundreds of children.
All boys.
Goodbye, boy. Goodbye, Mr Chips.
What did you call me? Mr Chips.
Mr Chipping or just Chips.
Only one person in the world is allowed to call me Mr Chips.
Was allowed to.
Still, that's all right, boy.
Have a good life at Brookfield.
I wonder if we were any use at all.
I mean, what did we ever teach the boys?
How to parse a sentence in ancient Greek?
Was that going to help them today? Was it?
Well, I suppose we did teach them one thing...
..how to behave to each other.
Yes, we did try to teach them that.
And is there anything more important to teach people than that? Is there?
# In the evening of my life
# I shall look to the sunset
# At a moment in my life
# When the night is due
# And the question I shall ask
# Only you can answer
# Was I brave?
# And strong and true?
# Like you?
# Like you? #
Elpert. Sir. Edgeworth. Sir.
Edwards. Sir. Ellis-Smythe. Sir.
Ellis. Sir. Everly. Sir.
Fairburn. Good morning, sir.
Good morning, sir.
Fisher. Forbes. Good morning, sir.
Gardner. Sir. Garnet. Sir.
Gaye. Sir.
Gates. Sir.
Hanson. Sir. Harper. Sir.
Harrison. Sir. Hewitt. Sir.
BELL TOLLS
Hill. Sir. Hope.