All language subtitles for Parades End 2012 E04 720p BluRay HEVC x265 BONE_Track03

CLAUDlNE: Edward's command is in Rouen
or somewhere in France.

BEICHEN: Bertram tells me
that you lost a window during the last raid.

BERTRAM: Going to the Sackville squash?
SYLVlA: I might.

BERTRAM: lt's also to tell the French,
"Best shut up about the single command."

SANDBACH:
No, no votes for you, l'm afraid.

It's gonna be married women over 30.

HAGGARD:
It's a serious problem on the whole front.

Horses decimated by pinkeye.

You should put that fellow Hotchkiss
in charge of the horse lines.

The warhorse needs to be hardened.

Mollycoddling will ruin him.

-Hotchkiss is the man you need in France.
-Hotchkiss?

BEICHEN: You'll find him in Horse World
advertising embrocation.

Get hold of Hotchkiss.

The Comet will back you.

BUTLER:
The Comet's first edition, my lord.

General, Sylvia wants a pass
to the infantry base depot in Rouen.

She wants to see her husband.

That's strictly out of bounds to wives,
I'm afraid, Mrs. Tietjens.

Hmm. And what about mistresses?

I bet there's a few of those
behind the lines.

It's jolly unfair.

[GUESTS CHUCKLE]

Here you are, Bertram.

Might as well spoil your dinner
as your breakfast.

The Comet exposes the scandal...

...of our out-of-touch command
in Flanders.

I'm sure it does.

But it's your own fault for building up
General Perry in the first place.

Wait until the German spring offensive
gives him a bloody nose, Beichen.

And then we can bring him home.

HAGGARD: ls that why you're keeping the
commander in chief short of troops, Bertram?

If we gave Perry the men,
he'd lose half of them in a week.

If I had my way,
we'd let the French go to blazes.

Quite.

There won't always be a European war...

...but there'll always be an empire.

SANDBACH:
What about Salonika, Bertram?

Salonika?

Nathan, isn't that where
your people originally--?

Not originally, my dear.

[ALL LAUGHING]

I say, it would be nice if we could
forget the war just for five minutes.

[CALL PLAYING ON BUGLE IN DISTANCE]

[BOMB EXPLODES lN DlSTANCE]

[LAUGHS]

I give up.

BERTRAM: Move to adjourn.
-Come on, my dear.

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

-Mother.
-I'm just finishing.

It'll be the finish of you if you don't--

[BOMB EXPLODES]

VALENTlNE:
Mother!

I'm writing to Christopher.

At least he isn't in the casualty lists.
I always look.

Of course he's not.
He's not in the fighting.

His brother got him into a job
looking after horses.

MAN [lN DlSTANCE]: All safe!
SYLVlA: There's the all-clear.

Sylvia, l need you to rally round.
Johnnie's behaving appallingly.

Oh, what, you mean about
your divertissement?

It's not a divertissement.

I'm bolting.

Oh, Bobbie.

You mean you and...?

-But he is--
-It's not his fault he's a Jew.

Fat, l was going to say.
It's his fault he's fat.

He wants to marry me.

So I need you to get Johnnie
over the hump.

No, just take him out and about.

He's a good old sausage.

I want to do my best for him.

That's all very well, but I have a mind
to visit Christopher in France.

I've written to General Campion.

I wish Tietjens would write
to his damn wife.

Or at any rate,
stop her from writing to me.

It's not my job to reassure wives of officers
their husbands are still alive, damn it.

It's bad enough having to write to them
when they're not.

There's a movement order come in
for Captain Tietjens, sir.

From the War Office, Room G14R.

It was misrouted
and is only now caught up, l'm afraid.

-Movement? To where?
-Divisional horse transport.

You can tell Room G14R,
whoever the hell they are...

...that I'm not parting with
Captain Tietjens.

He's the only officer on the base...

...who can get his draft
into marching order on time.

Not that he isn't a confounded nuisance.

I could give them Captain McKechnie
when he's back from divorce leave.

He's sane enough for horses.

Captain McKechnie
has returned from leave, sir.

But he omitted to get divorced.

How dare he not get divorced?

He told me his wife was cohabiting
with an Egyptian, wasn't it?

-Some sort of dago, anyway.
-No, sir, an Egyptologist.

They've agreed to share her.

That dirty dog!
I'll strip him of his commission.

Damn fine officer
when he isn't going mad.

And a Vice-Chancellor's Latin Prize
man as well.

Another brilliant fellow.

Like Tietjens.

That's a thought.

They can be brilliant together.

[RINGlNG]

Does "subter" take the accusative
or the ablative?

Both.

Accusative when it's under as a motion
and ablative when it's under as a state.

"Pictured at Lady Hazlitt's ball
with the Honorable Johnnie Pelham"?

"Mrs. Christopher Tietjens,
whose husband is in hospital at the front."

Sylvia must have told them that herself.

Huh. The paper wouldn't put the knife
into her.

Women like Sylvia are the jam
on their bread and butter.

But why would she do that?

To let him know she's on the warpath.

Well, don't worry about Christopher.

It was only pneumonia
and not at the front.

He's a hundred miles
from the nearest German trench.

His job is kitting out fresh troops
on their way to the fighting.

-Nothing to worry about but air raids.
-Are they dropping bombs on him?

My dear, they're dropping bombs on you,
and yet here you are.

I thought Christopher was looking
after horses somewhere safe.

[SCOFFS]

That's the War Office for you.

But an infantry base depot...

...is a soft posting so long as
you're not sent back to your battalion.

Anything but the trenches.

[ALL YELLING]

OFFICER 1 :
Move it! Move it! Move it!

OFFICER 2:
Show me arms!

Present arms!

Order arms!

Left, right.

Left, right, left. Left, right, left.

OFFICER 3:
Left, right, left. Left, right, left. Halt.

Atten-hut!

Hmm.

General Campion is attaching
a Captain McKechnie to my unit...

...for rations and discipline.
What's that about?

Can't say as l can say, sir.

"A Vice-Chancellor's Latin Prize man."

Well, I'm sure that will come in useful.

Fire extinguishers.

-We indented the Royal Engineers.
-Sir.

The Royal Engineers say that
as per army directive 1 BDR-341 7...

...for fire extinguishers
we should apply to Ordnance.

Ordnance said there's no provision
for fire extinguishers...

...for units passing through
an infantry base depot...

...and the proper course is to obtain them
from a civilian firm...

...and charge them against damages.

-Yes, sir.
-I have a letter...

...from the leading British manufacturer
of fire extinguishers...

...telling me they have been forbidden
by the War Office...

...to sell fire extinguishers
to anyone but the War Office direct.

-Thank God we have a navy.
-Yes, sir.

The Cardiff Police Office.

O Nine Morgan is outside, sir.

-Application for compassionate leave.
-Hmm.

His wife has sold their laundry business
to someone name of Evans.

-Now she can't get the money.
-True, in as far as it goes.

The police say his wife is now living
with Mr. Evans, a prizefighter...

...and that we should keep O Nine Morgan
here if we know what's good for him.

-In he comes.
-Sir.

O Nine Morgan, present yourself
to the officer on the double!

CHRISTOPHER:
Well, now, O Nine Morgan.

Because there are things
I have to discuss with Christopher.

And what's the point
in being permanent secretary...

...of the Department of Transport
if you can't transport me--

I put it like that.
--between London and Rouen?

This is family business, Mark.

I have to go to the office.

[SlGHS]

As far as l'm concerned, Groby
is Christopher's to do what he likes with.

So if you can produce
his written authorization...

...I have no objection
to your living at Groby.

But, of course, if what you say is true...

...he might want to live at Groby
with Miss Wannop.

Well, that is why l'm asking you now--

I'm afraid you overestimate my authority,
which does not extend to France...

...and in any case does not exceed
General Campion's...

...in matters that concern the army.

Thank you for coming to see me.

Utter nonsense.

I'll buy a ticket at the station.

See if they can stop me.

Never known a woman like her. Says
she's going to come and see for herself.

On no account, on no account...

...is Mrs. Tietjens to be allowed
within 50 miles of Rouen. Understood?

Inform the War Office, the provost marshal,
the port authorities and the rail authorities.

I will not have skirts around my HQ.

More importantly, General Perry
is now on the telephone twice a day.

He has troops who were due
to be relieved weeks ago.

I have troops waiting for Ordnance
to supply them with eyebrow tweezers...

...while our political masters keep
changing their minds...

...whether to send them up the line
or ship them to Salonika...

...or Mesopotamia or Timbuktu.

But l have one draft of Canadian troops...

...ready to go to the front today.

That's the draft prepared
by Captain Tietjens' unit.

Capitaine Thurston,
do I have the trains or do I not?

You'll have the trains, sir.

And the cooperation of the French railway
going east to the front certainly.

I want these troops on their way to Flanders
before London can blink.

[SPEAKS lN FRENCH]

Champagne at 2:00.

-Which train, madam?
SYLVlA: Oh, I don't know.

Dover, I expect.

Sylvia.

-Potty. What are you doing here?
-King's messenger.

-King's messenger?
-Yes, glorified postman, really.

But frightfully important.

Locked carriages, private cabins,
saluted through the gate.

SYLVlA: Oh. Ha, ha.
-Where are you off to?

SYLVlA:
Where are you?

This way, sir.

Gosh, I've missed you, Sylvia.

[SYLVIA CHUCKLES]

[BAND PLAYlNG MARCH]

Thank you. Captain.

CAMPlON:
Good day to you, gentlemen.

Everyone got a glass? Splendid.

[PHONE RINGlNG]

Well, then.

It's been our pleasure to fit out you
and your men for the task ahead.

Somebody deal with that telephone.

It's a great task, and thanks
to Captain Tietjens and his unit...

...you Canadians go to the front
in good order.

You'll be relieving soldiers who've been
in the trenches for many weeks.

Believe me, 3000 fresh troops
under keen young officers...

...is just what the Hun doesn't want
to face in our part of the line.

Discipline and training will keep you alive.
Remember it.

I'll be at the railhead to see you off.

Form up at 2000, air raids permitting.

That's in the event of there being
no further orders. Thank you.

Captain Tietjens, come with me.

The draft has been countermanded.

I'll find out what's going on. Be ready
to get the men under canvas tonight.

-Yes, sir. May l ask--?
-No, you may not.

[BAND PLAYlNG MARCH]

CAMPlON: l can't tell you where overseas
these new orders will be taking you...

...but believe me,
the war where you're going...

...is every bit as important
as the war in Flanders...

...and you will get your chance
at the Hun.

[PHONE RINGlNG]

I daresay you're disappointed.

Stop that telephone.

But l know that you Canadians
will enjoy the challenge...

...and some rather warmer weather.

Uh, there, that's a clue for you.

You will form your men up at 1 700 hours
for the march to the railhead.

We'll try to send you off by 1 900,
before the expected air raid.

That's all, gentlemen. Good luck.

It was Major Perowne, sir,
calling for a driver. He's at the station.

-Good.
-And he's got Mrs. Tietjens with him.

[WHlSPERlNG]
I will break you for this.

I will smash you.

SYLVlA:
General, how lovely.

We've all been missing you.

Tietjens, may l ask a small favor
for my orderly?

His mother's come from Montreal
to say goodbye to him.

A pass to leave the camp?

If he misses the draft, he'll get me shot.

CAPTAIN:
She's lost two sons already.

He could see her
and still be back in time for the draft.

[SOLDIERS SCREAMlNG]

If I screamed louder than the bombs,
that would fix it and l'd be all right.

CHRISTOPHER:
McKechnie, control yourself.

She sold it to some bugger called Evans.

If I thought it was William Evans
from Castell Coch, l'd desert.

THOMAS:
Don't talk that way, Morgan.

-You'll get your leave soon.
-Midnight before we can march them out.

Not right to keep the men hanging about.

-They don't like it.
CHRISTOPHER: For heaven's sake.

Can't you set an example?

[McKECHNlE WHIMPERING]

OFFICER 1 [OUTSlDE]:
Back to barracks!

-Lost the fuckers!
-Not so much swear words, O Five Thomas.

Now that it's gone quiet, we can send one
of the runners to the sergeant cook.

Tell him we're gonna indent
for the suppers.

We can send the other one
to the quarter.

Send the runner to depot.

And say that if candles are not provided
for my orderly room by return of bearer...

...I, Captain Tietjens,
commanding number 1 6 Casual Battalion...

...will bring the whole matter of supplies
before base HQ tonight.

COWLEY: Come on. O Nine Morgan
to the cookhouse on the double.

-Yes, sergeant.
-Move yourselves.

What's it all about?
That's what I want to know.

You're no sort of soldier.

They say up at HQ that your wife's got hold
of your friend the general.

I know all about you.

You are very mistaken
if you think the general is a friend of mine.

I haven't a friend in the world.

Sergeant major,
make sure the Canadian troops...

...don't leave their dugouts
till the all-clear.

[McKECHNlE WHIMPERING]

Are you mad?

Stark-staring?

If you let yourself go,
you'll go further than you wish.

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

They must imagine
that they found the Hun again.

I must say, you look divine
in your uniform.

[THURSTON SPEAKS lN FRENCH]

I knew le brave capitaine and his wife
in London before the war.

And didn't we see each other
somewhere in France in 1 91 2?

Here in Rouen, madame, extraordinaire.

-Does Christopher know l'm here?
-No.

As soon as his draft leaves for the station,
he'll have a few hours to come to the hotel.

Failing that,
all my officers are under orders...

...to attend my regular
entente cordiale party tomorrow.

Well, why can't I see him now?

-You may have noticed there's an air raid.
-Isn't that normal? This is where the war is.

The captain's on duty
and can't leave the camp.

I booked you the room next to his.

-There's a connecting door.
-If Christopher is billeted at the hotel...

-...why doesn't he sleep there?
-He bunks down in the hut lines.

We're all working
under difficult circumstances.

Are we?

[SOLDIERS SCREAMlNG]

Don't think I'm afraid
of a bit of shrapnel.

They ought to let my orderly room
have tin hats.

Headquarters are full of Huns
doing the Hun's work.

Do you believe that tripe?
It's the English doing it.

[BOMBS EXPLODING]

Oh, nearly got me.

Surely to goodness, but l did run.
I did run.

All right. You go into shelter
with the colonial troops if you like.

No, no, l'll wait for my mate
O Nine Morgan, captain, sir.

I was in for the Foreign Office
before all this began.

I suppose you speak seven languages.

Five, and Latin and Greek, of course.

[AlR WHlSTLING]

Here it comes.

[BOMB EXPLODES]

McKECHNIE:
Here's another blooming casualty.

COWLEY:
O Nine Morgan?

Oh! Poor fucking O Nine Morgan.

-Surely to goodness....
CHRISTOPHER: Get out from under him.

This ain't your job, sir.

You'll get all sticky.

COWLEY: Bugler, call two
sanitary lance corporals and four men!

[PLAYING CALL]

CHRISTOPHER:
Thomas.

O Nine Morgan was your mate?

THOMAS:
He was a good pal.

Poor old bugger.

But you would not like, surely to goodness,
to go to mess with your boots all bloody.

If I'd given him leave...

...he would not be dead now.

THOMAS:
No, surely he would not.

But it is all one.

Your honor is a good captain.

I know why Christopher
doesn't sleep at the hotel.

He's got his mistress in Rouen
with a child.

How old is that child now, 5?

No, of course not.

I know nothing about--
If you're talking about Miss Wannop...

...I'm not prepared to--
Even if his treatment of you has been--

-Which l'm not defending--
-Yes, Miss Wannop.

Christopher's little suffragette. Heh.

Oh, I have nothing against them
being pro-German.

-I have German friends myself.
-I say, steady on.

CAMPlON:
Yes, stop doing--

What does your mother call it?
Shower-bath.

Is Sylvia pulling the strings
of the shower-bath? Ha, ha.

LEVlN:
I say-- I say, they've got the vote, though.

Saw it in The Sketch.

Will you vote, Mrs. Tietjens?

I'm not going to the hotel until
I've seen Christopher with my own eyes.

[CALL PLAYING ON BUGLE]

[DOOR OPENS]

-There's a note from your foul general.
-Ah.

What does it say?

"For God's sake,
can't you control your woman?"

Well, it didn't say it was private.

"You're more trouble to me than
all the rest of my command put together."

Give me the rhyme words for a sonnet.

That's the scheme of it.

I know what a damn sonnet is.
What's your game?

Give me 14 end rhymes of a sonnet and I'll
write a sonnet in two and a half minutes.

If you do, l'll translate it into Latin
in under three minutes.

Well, get on with it, then. A, B, B, A.

A, B-- Yes, what is it?

-Good God, who are you?
-Hotchkiss.

They said to find you.
Are you Captain Tietjens?

-Don't you know how to address an officer?
-Oh, yes. Sorry. Sir.

-How long have you been in the army?
-Two weeks.

There you are.

Two and a half minutes from now.

I have to go to the division horse line.

I seem to have been put in charge...

...of taking your soldiers
to someplace called Bailleul.

Uh, sir.

I shall endeavor to be, uh, swift.

There's pinkeye running rife
through all the service horses.

HOTCHKlSS: l've made a study of it.
I was sent for by the War Office.

I suppose Lord Beichen knew about me
from my publications.

-I'm a professor of equine studies.
McKECHNIE: Ha, ha.

-Well, you're a stout fellow.
-You should talk to Colonel Johnson.

You'll find him in 1 6-lBD mess.

He'll be interested to meet you.

He's got a Hun horse captured
on the Marne.

-I ride Schomburg myself.
HOTCHKlSS: Well, if you say so.

Many thanks.

Two minutes and 1 1 seconds.

I'm not starting until
I've checked it's a sonnet.

GSO-2, sir.

You understand l've not read it.

I'll turn it into Latin
in the time stipulated when l'm free.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

LEVlN:
The Canadian draft has not left yet.

We shall be strafed to hell.

We had to wangle everything, sir.
Desert boots, malaria powders.

Then unwangle everything to normal in a
hurry when it was changed back to Bailleul.

It makes you wonder
who's in charge, sir.

Ah. l see you're there, McKechnie.

Feeling well? Feeling fit?

Look here, can you spare me
1 0 or 20 minutes?

It's not exactly a service matter.

LEVlN:
You have to come down to the gate.

Hate to keep a woman waiting.

-You mean, your--
-As it happens, l was spotted at the station.

My French lady friend thinks
I've got an English mistress. Come on.

Are you dragging me down there
to deal with your absurd love life.

Mine? lt's yours.

Poor woman's in a dreadful state
of anxiety about you.

You haven't written to her once,
she says.

You can't mean Miss Wannop?

[CHRlSTOPHER PANTING]

-Do you swear it?
-Cross my heart, miss.

Saw the captain with my own eyes
this very morning, miss.

I've been dreadfully worried about him.

SERGEANT:
You're welcome to wait in the guardroom.

No, it's perfectly all right.

Don't want to disturb Captain Tietjens
when he's on duty.

So long as he's all right.

You've all been absolutely sweet.

Oh, God. Sylvia.

LEVlN:
Damn it. She's taken the car.

[SOLDIERS MARCHlNG OUTSlDE]

OFFICER [OUTSIDE]:
Right, left, right....

OFFICER:
Battalion, halt!

[RATTLlNG]

[KNOCKING]

[WHlSPERlNG]
Sylvia.

OFFICER:
Atten-hut!

Sylvia.

OFFICER:
About-turn!

Dash it.

OFFICER:
Go!

SOLDlER:
Hello, Willie!

[CALL PLAYING ON BUGLE]

-Draft's come back.
-Oh, for the love of God.

-By the way...
-Hmm?

-...did you give a pass to a Canadian?
-Why?

He missed the curfew
and the redcaps nabbed him.

CHRISTOPHER:
So a few minutes before curfew...

...you witnessed this prisoner
saying goodbye to his mother.

And the prisoner called you a damn brute
for no reason, least of all...

...because you made some discourteous
comment about the old lady, right?

Yes, sir.

And then having engaged the prisoner
in conversation...

...by no means calling him
a blankety-blank colonial conscript...

...you discovered it was two minutes
past 1 1 , so properly charged him...

...with being off base
and conduct prejudicial.

Sir.

Mark the charge sheet as case explained.

-Dismiss.
-Sir.

I'm a hair's breadth from recommending
a court of inquiry into your conduct.

If there is any, any repetition,
by God, you will regret it.

Witnesses dismiss!

Provost marshal won't like it, sir.

General O'Hara loves his police
like his own new lambs.

French railwaymen going on strike was a bit
of luck for that Canadian lad there...

...and lucky for me too.

They heard a rumor
the draft was for overseas.

If anyone needs me, I'm going to ride
Schomburg to the Hotel de la Poste...

...to take my wife to General Campion's
tea party for the locals.

SOLDlER 1 :
All right, sir?

What the hell is the colonel's horse
doing in horse standings?

-Don't you know Schomburg by now?
SOLDlER 2: Yes, sir.

The horse has been put in standings
by orders of Lieutenant Hotchkiss.

You tell him it was my orders
Schomburg should be kept warm...

...in the stables of the farm
behind 1 6-lBD?

The lieutenant says
horses have to be hardened, sir.

He also says that any departure
from his orders...

...will be visited
by the extreme displeasure...

...of Lord Beichen, KCVO, et cetera.

Listen carefully. l'm going to ride
Schomburg over to Hotel de la Poste.

Saddle him up and meet me there, where
you will take him back to the farm stables.

Make sure windows are closed
and stop up chinks.

Give him oatmeal
and water hot as he can take it.

Finally, if Lieutenant Hotchkiss
makes any comments...

-...refer him to me!
-Yes, sir.

How can you forget?

It's the very place where you left me
and ruined my life.

So fair's fair.

Will you leave your door
unlocked tonight?

There's Christopher.

I can see him in the glass.

He's seen me too.

POTTY:
Good God, what are we gonna do?

What'll he do?

He'll smash me to pieces.

He wouldn't do anything to a girl like you.
A decent man doesn't hit girls.

Damn his chivalry.

So as not to embarrass me,
he'll leave it to me.

Pardon. I did not see madame.

[SPEAKS lN FRENCH]

SYLVlA: He looks ill.
-What's he doing?

Giving me the social backing he thinks
it's his duty as my husband to give.

He's Jesus Christ calling
on the woman taken in adultery.

By all the saints,
I'll make that wooden face wince yet.

I'll bring him to heel.

He's going upstairs.

He's probably gone
to wreck your bedroom.

[SCOFFS]

It's no use trying to
awaken sentimental memories in me.

Does Christopher have a girl
in this town?

Heh. No, he's too much of a stick.

He never even goes
to Madame Suzette's.

Now, look here.

Will you let me come
to your room tonight or not?

[LAUGHlNG]

What's your game?

Hell and hounds,
you can't have come here for him.

What's your game?

I'm going to tidy up before the tea party.

Wait for me. l won't look as if
I can't find a man to escort me.

Campion will send me to the trenches...

-...if it looks like that.
-You mean you wouldn't die for me, Potty?

Hang it all. What a cruel fiend you are.

I'm a woman desperately trying
to get her husband back.

If Christopher
would throw his handkerchief to me...

...I would follow him around the world
in my shift.

No, you wouldn't.

You're just wanting to make him squeal.

For that, l'll leave my door unlocked
and be damned to you.

I don't say you'll get anything
or like what you get...

...but it's up to you.

Colonel, may I introduce you to M. Dupree,
regional manager of the railway?

Railways? Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
What's going on with you chaps?

Look, hating the Hun has to come first.
Otherwise what is the giddy limit?

[lN FRENCH]
The colonel congratulates you...

...on the superhuman efforts
of the French Railway.

-Why do you treat her so damnably?
-I don't have to discuss my private--

For heaven's sake,
Sylvia is the finest, the cleanest--

My dear.

Come to do your bit
for the grand alliance?

-You've already seen each other?
-Yes.

-I made time to stop off at the hotel, sir.
CAMPlON: Good.

LEVlN:
Sir, if l may trouble you.

Captain....

[SPEAKlNG INDlSTlNCTLY]

I suppose I should thank you
for being clear.

I don't understand you.

You didn't come back
to the hotel to sleep.

You prefer all the fun of camping out
with your Boy Scouts, do you?

Or did you spend the night
with your mistress...

...in her little nest in this frightful town?

I hardly got any sleep anywhere.

There was a railway strike.
I was landed with 3000 men...

...I dispatched to the front lines
three hours earlier.

-The French way of telling us--
-I'll scream if you don't stop.

Sorry.

I've forgotten how--

How to be at peace, l suppose.

How is Michael? He hasn't written to me.

He hardly knows you.

I came to settle things between us.

Will you come to the hotel tonight?

See? Still sealed.

I'll send a driver for you
in the morning, 0800.

Where am l going?

You're going to the station.

-And think yourself lucky.
-I will.

You've been sweet.

[BLOWS WHISTLE]

Hurry up, girls. The bell's about to go.

Come on.

[STUDENTS CHATTERING]

Come on. Hurry up.

STUDENT 1 : So does the new law mean
you'll vote in the next election, miss?

If I'm old enough.

I won't be 30 for years.

-Do you know Mrs. Pankhurst, miss?
-She's your heroine, isn't she, miss?

Well, I don't know, Annie.
I'm certainly not hers.

She said the other day
that pacifism was a disease.

STUDENT 2:
But you wouldn't be a pacifist...

...if your sweetheart was in the war,
would you, miss?

More than ever, of course.

Hurry up. The bell will go in a minute.

Have you got a sweetheart
in the war, miss?

I--

[STUDENT 3 SCREAMS]

[STUDENTS LAUGHlNG]

[MAN SlNGlNG lN FRENCH
ON GRAMOPHONE]

MAN:
Captain Tietjens.

I got your report
on the Canadian prisoner.

I must say, marking "case explained"...

...on a charge sheet l signed myself
is pretty strong.

If you would see fit, sir,
to instruct your men...

...not to call colonial troops
damned conscripts.

-They are damned conscripts.
-No, sir!

Not one of them. Voluntarily enlisted.

Why, you insolent....

-You haven't heard the last of it.
-Sir.

Christopher.

You look half dead.

Not far off it.

-Have you had dinner?
-Mm.

I vamped an old fool of a general
over a cutlet.

Then the air raid started.
He went off to order everybody about.

General O'Hara.

Just had the pleasure.

What have you been doing?

Since l saw you? Let me think.

Well, I've inspected 2934 toothbrushes,
most of which were clean...

...because the soldiers use
their button brushes for their teeth...

...to keep the toothbrushes clean
for inspections.

So you betrayed me
with a battalion. Heh.

You'll want a brandy. l'll ring down.

-Rum and hot water, if you would.
-Of course. Would you like to bathe?

I think I would, you know.

[BOMB EXPLODES]

Sheer cheek, putting a gun
where people of quality...

...might be wishing to sleep or converse.

[LINE RINGlNG]

They're not answering. l'll try again.

I brought a few letters for you.

Two from Mrs. Wannop, who doesn't realize
her daughter is your mistress.

One from your brother, which begins,
"Your bitch of a wife came to see me."

Read that one first.
That's what I came to see you about.

Thank you.

The War Office brilliantly sent it on
to the flat. Heh.

Your idea of a marriage
is that husband and wife...

...should be able to read
each other's letters.

Of course.

[LINE RINGlNG]

[SlGHS]

I'll go--

[BOMBS EXPLODE]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

-Monsieur.
-Thank you.

SYLVlA:
What is it?

The draft's been brought forward.

I have to be at the camp by 4:30.

Ridiculous that a man of your ability
should be at the beck and call...

...of a lot of gaga old fools
like the ones downstairs.

You shouldn't be here at all.

You're not fit.

Nobody posted to a base depot is fit.
That's why we're here.

Sorry you felt you had to come
to settle something...

...I'd be perfectly happy for you
to have settled for yourself.

Groby is at your disposal
if you want to live there with Michael.

And, of course,
with sufficient income to keep it up.

Well, that means you don't intend
to live there yourself.

Or you intend to get killed.

I should warn you, if you do get killed,
I shall cut down the cedar.

It darkens the drawing room
and the rooms above.

At last, l changed the expression
on your face.

I haven't the slightest intention
of getting killed.

It is not really up to me.

If I were to be sent back
to my battalion....

Your brother refers to me
as "that whore."

[SCOFFS]

I haven't had a man, Christopher,
for five years and more.

Not one.

I haven't let myself be kissed or touched.

Not once. Not since Perowne.

Potty Perowne.

Can you see how l must have been feeling
to go off with a fool like Potty?

I was not in my senses.

I broke under your forbearance...

...your permanent,
well-mannered forgiveness...

...for my doing the dirty on you
when l married you not knowing--

Still don't know whether my child
was yours or Gerald Drake's.

You forgave without mercy.

To scream blue murder and throw me out
would have been a kindness...

...compared to five years under your roof
banished from your comfort.

[SCOFFS]

Look where you've brought me to.

Throwing myself at you
in my whore's trousseau.

My heat must have put a spell
on all the sentries and ticket inspectors.

The musk of five years wanting a man.

They must have smelled it.

Well....

Don't bother now.

I've changed my mind.

[BOTH GRUNT]

[SYLVIA LAUGHS]

What's going on?

CHRISTOPHER:
Get into bed. Didn't see who it was.

Potty, l expect. I forgot about him.

-Where is the hussy?
-This is my wife's room.

-I must ask you to leave this instant.
-We'll see whether she's your wife or not.

Leave this room!

O'HARA:
You assaulted an officer.

Are you drunk?

By God, l'll have you for that.

Either take General O'Hara away
or I will order you to arrest him.

Consider yourself under arrest.

Return to your quart--!

[LAUGHlNG]

Well, what a lark.

I am under arrest.

-Why must you--? Everywhere you go?
-Come on, Potty asked for it.

I'm sure he did.

I asked for it too.

Sylvia, l...

...am so sorry.

[SlREN BLARlNG]

[BAND PLAYlNG MARCH]

LEVlN: He said they could have
as much coal as they wanted...

...at 1 914 pithead prices.

I noticed, Captain Tietjens,
you have no fire extinguishers on your unit.

You're aware
of the disastrous consequences...

-...that would follow a conflagration?
-Yes, sir.

I was informed by Ordnance there is
no provision for fire extinguishers...

...for dominion troops
under an imperial officer...

...so l applied, as advised,
to a civilian firm--

I didn't ask for your memoirs.
Make a note, Levin.

Go and get your belt.

You can go around your cookhouses
with me in a quarter of an hour.

You can tell your sergeant cook.

You are aware, sir,
that I am under arrest.

I gave you an order to perform a duty.

Sir.

You're doing splendidly.

You understand you're released from arrest
if given an order to perform a duty?

Of course I understand.
It's the last thing l want.

You can't refuse.

A court-martial would be-- He'd be--

-He thinks the world of--
-What did Perowne say?

Perowne told General O'Hara--
I couldn't possibly.

He told O'Hara that he went
to Mrs. Tietjens' room at her invitation?

-It's impossible to believe anything--
-No, it's true. He did.

But my wife was after fun, not adultery.

What has she told the general?

The general has not seen Mrs. Tietjens.

He couldn't trust himself.

He said she'd twist him
around her little finger.

-He's learning.
-He refused to let Perowne speak.

He said Perowne could choose
between going up the line...

-...and being broke by his regiment.
-My God.

He believes so absolutely
in Mrs. Tietjens.

It's broken the general's heart.

Something he heard from the capitaine,
the liaison officer.

You, put that down.

Tell Sergeant Case to report
to my quarters on the double.

SOLDlER:
Yes, sir.

I'm supposed to ask you,
was O'Hara drunk?

The general is anxious for your opinion.

He and O'Hara graduated together
from Sandhurst.

Then O'Hara was not drunk.

Campion will be immensely gratified.

As provost marshal,
he had a right to enter my room.

I pushed him out,
which is an assault on a senior officer.

I'd be happy to plead guilty to that
and to being drunk, of course.

An officer doesn't strike generals sober.

Your mania for taking the blows--

I'd rather be broken
than have this hell raked up.

Case, General Campion will be going
around the cookhouse in 1 5 minutes.

-Right, sir.
-Don't serve out white clothing.

The general likes to see them in white.

He won't know white clothing
is countermanded.

If you do that, one of your cooks will tuck
some dirty clothing into a locker...

...where the general will find it.

There is always one piece of clothing left
in a locker for a GOCIC's inspection.

And General Campion will always find it.
I've seen him do it three times.

This time, the man it belongs to...

-...goes for a court-martial.
-Sir.

[BAND PLAYlNG MARCH]

Sit down.

Captain Tietjens, l would be glad
of your careful attention.

This afternoon
you will receive a movement order.

You are not to regard it as a disgrace.
It is a promotion.

I'm requesting General Perry to give you
the appointment of second-in-command...

...of the sixth battalion of his regiment.

-What is your medical category?
-Permanent base, sir. My chest is rotten.

I should forget that if I were you.

Second-in-command has nothing to do
but sit about in armchairs...

-...waiting for the colonel to be killed.
CHRISTOPHER: If you say so.

-Who is your sergeant cook?
-Sergeant Case, sir.

Sergeant Case?

He was in the drums
when we were in Delhi.

He ought to be at least a quartermaster
by now...

...but there was a woman
he called his sister.

He still sends money to his sister, sir.

He went absent over her
when he was a color sergeant.

Reduced to the ranks.

Twenty years ago, that must be.

God help you, Chrissie,
there's nothing else l can do.

I can't put you on my staff.

You crossed General O'Hara
in some row over his redcaps.

Never mind threatening him with arrest.

So now you've a black spot against
your name as regards access to intelligence.

Next, damn it...

...the commander of the ninth French army
is an intimate friend of mine...

...but in the face of your confidential report
from your time in French liaison...

...that's blocked.

If you examine the detail of the report, sir,
you'll see the unfavorable inclusion...

...is initialed by an intelligence officer,
Major Drake, who doesn't like me.

What difference does that make?

Not many officers do like you.

Are you aware there's one hell of a strafe
put in against you...

...by a RASC second lieutenant
called Hotchkiss?

That was about Schomburg, sir.

I'd rather die than subject any horse
for which I am responsible...

...to the damnable theories of Hotchkiss.

It looks as if you will die
on that account.

There was a request
from your brother, Mark...

...through Room G14R
of the War Office...

...that you be given the command
of the horse lines of the 1 9th division.

But the 1 9th division's attached
to the fourth army now...

...and it's fourth-army horses
that Hotchkiss is to play with.

How can l send you there
to be under his orders?

Sir, you cannot.

I can send you home in disgrace
or I can send you to your battalion.

You're finished here.

I cannot have men commanded
by an officer with a private life...

...as incomprehensible
and embarrassing as yours.

Yes, sir.

I took that woman to be a saint.

I swear, she is a saint.

There is no accusation against
Mrs. Tietjens, sir.

By God, there is.

You let me think--

I remember every word
of our conversation in Rye.

Letting me think Sylvia had gone abroad
to look after her mother.

Sylvia and Perowne were seen together
by Capitaine Thurston...

...at the Hotel de la Poste in 1 91 2.

Can you beat it?

Were they?

Well...

...what is one to do
when a woman is unfaithful, sir?

Divorce the harlot!

Or live with her like a man.

What sort of a fellow wouldn't see that?

But there is, or used to be...

...among families of position...

...a certain....

Well?

Call it "parade."

Was there?

Well, there are no more parades
for that regiment.

It held out to the last man.

But you were him.

[BAND PLAYlNG MARCH]

-Open that, will you, my man?
-Yes, sir.

DRlVER: I hope you had a good visit, miss.
-Very good, thank you.

-Did the draft get off, do you know?
DRlVER: It did, miss.

Captain Tietjens' draft at 5:00.

You know the army, then, miss?
The lingo?

I should say so.

I'm the captain's lady.