All language subtitles for An.Education.2009.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Four, five, six,

seven, eight. Now, girls...

Come on, girls. Anybody?

Anybody else?

Jenny, again.

Isn't it because Mr. Rochester's blind?

Yes, Jenny.

I've got an English essay to do
by tomorrow morning.

Right. So the only sound I want to hear
coming through the ceiling

is the sound of sweat
dripping onto textbooks.

-Cello?
-No cello.

I thought we agreed
that cello was my interest or hobby.

It already is your interest or hobby.

So when they ask you at the Oxford
interview, "What is your interest or hobby?",

you can say the cello
and you won't be lying.

But you don't have to practice a hobby.

A hobby is a hobby.

Can I stop going
to the youth orchestra, then?

No. No, no,
the youth orchestra's a good thing.

That shows you're a joiner-inner.

Yes, but I've already joined in.

So now I can stop.

No. No, that just shows the opposite,
don't you see?

No, that shows you're a rebel.
They don't want that at Oxford.

No. They don't want people
who can think for themselves.

No, of course they don't.

-All right, okay. Bye.
-Bye.

Jenny?

Should I wear, like, Sunday best?

Better, I'm afraid.

Just to show my father you're
un jeune homme sГ©rieux, not aTeddy Boy.

Oh, God. Right.

I'm going to go.
It's going to bucket down in a minute.

-Okay, right.
-I'll see you at the weekend.

-Bye, then.
-Bye.

-Sorry.
-Sorry.

Goodbye, my love.

Come on, come on.
Stop it now, stop it. That's enough.

Now look what you've done.

-The nice man's waiting for us.
-It fell off.

No, it didn't fall off. You kicked it off.
Now come on.

My sock's all wet.

Hello.

Look, if you had any sense,
you wouldn't take a lift from a strange man.

But I'm a music lover
and I'm worried about your cello.

So what I propose is you put it in my car
and walk alongside me.

How do I know
you won't just drive off with the cello?

Good point.

How much does a new cello cost? ВЈ10, ВЈ15?
I don't know.

Let's say 15.

No? All right.

Up to you.

And that?

-I'm David, by the way.
-Jenny.

Very good.

-How did the concert go?
-It was a rehearsal.

-The concert's next Thursday.
-What are you playing?

Elgar.

I think it's a shame he spent so much time
in Worcester, don't you?

Because Worcester is too near Birmingham,
and you can hear that in the music.

There's a terrible Brummy accent in there,
if you listen hard enough.

Anyway, Elgar and the Jews
don't mix very well.

-I'm not a Jew.
-No, I am.

I wasn't accusing you.

Can I sit in the car with my cello?

Jump in.

I've never seen a car like this before.

It's a Bristol. Not many of them made.

-Where to, madam?
-I only live round the corner.

-Worse luck.
-I'll see what I can do.

I suppose cellists must go
to a lot of concerts?

We don't go to any concerts.

-We don't believe in them.
-They're real.

So people say.

-Smoke?
-I'd better not.

I live just up there.

Why don't we believe in them?

He'd say there's no point to them.

-Your father, this is?
-Oh, yes.

They're just for fun.

Apart from school concerts,
which are no fun at all, so we go to those.

They don't help you get on.

Which, of course,
is what's so wonderful about them.

-Anyway, you'll go one day.
-I know, I will.

If I get to university,
I'm going to read what I want

and listen to what I want,

and I'm going to look at paintings
and watch French films,

and I'm going to talk to people
who know lots about lots.

-Good for you.
-Yes.

-Which university?
-Oxford. If I'm lucky.

Did you go anywhere?

I study what I believe they call
"the university of life."

I didn't get a very good degree, though.

Well, thank you for driving me home.

-Are you all right? Have you got it?
-Yes, it's fine.

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

I don't want to hear any French singing.

French singing wasn't on the syllabus
last time I looked.

-Battenberg?
-Thank you.

I actually like the crust. I'll take it.

So where are you applying, Graham?

I'm not sure yet.

When will you be sure?

You can't let the grass grow under your feet,
young man.

I might take a year off.

What for?

I don't know, maybe do some traveling.

That sort of thing.

Traveling?

What are you, a Teddy Boy?

You know she's going to Oxford, don't you?

If we get her Latin up to scratch.

So while she's studying English at Oxford,

you'll be the wandering Jew.

Mr. Millar, I'm not a Teddy Boy.

I'm an homme sГ©rieux jeune.

No. Yeah.

I'm a homme jeune sГ©rieux.

-They're for me.
-Who are they from?

-Gosh. Him.
-What's this?

Jack, I'm afraid Jenny's been sent
some flowers from a chap.

-A chap? What kind of chap?
-He's wishing me luck for tonight.

Is that all he's wishing you?
Where'd he get the money from?

-He earns it, I expect.
-Earns it? Why isn't he at school?

Can we just go? Otherwise the good luck
flowers will actually be responsible

for me actually missing the concert,
which would be ironic, n'est-ce pas?

-I don't like it.
-Objection noted.

-Jenny?
-Noted.

There's got to be 10 bobs' worth
of luck here. I mean...

That's a bit much for a schoolgirl, isn't it?
We can't leave it here.

Even I'd burgle a house
with flowers left outside.

They'll think we're made of money.

Thank you, Marjorie.

Camus doesn't want you to like him.
Feeling is bourgeois.

Being engagГ©e is bourgeois.

He kills someone
and he doesn't feel anything.

His mother dies
and he doesn't feel anything.

I wouldn't feel anything if my mother died.
Does that make me an existentialist?

No. That makes you a cow.

Well, after I've been to university,

I'm going to be French
and I'm going to Paris,

and I'm going to smoke
and wear black and listen to Jacques Brel,

and I won't speak, ever.

-Oh, crikey!
-What?

Wait here.

Hello!

Hello.

Thank you.

How did it go?

Fine, I think. I didn't mess my bit up.

Nobody got thrown out
of the orchestra afterwards.

Always the mark of a cultural triumph.

Listen, I'm glad I ran into you.
What are you doing on Friday?

-Going to school.
-I meant in the evening.

Of course. Nothing.

Because I'm going to listen to some Ravel
in St. John's, Smith Square.

My friends Danny and Helen
would be coming, too, so it wouldn't be...

I'll tell you what, I'll come and pick you up,

and if your mother and father disapprove,

then you can have the tickets
and go with one of them.

-How does that sound?
-Thank you.

And I'd like to go with you.

7:00.

What are they saying?

And probably go for
a spot of supper afterwards.

-Supper?
-If you want to.

Well the thing is, we'll probably have eaten.

Well, if you'd like supper,

then perhaps on Friday you could not eat?

Yes. Of course.

A spot of supper?

-You've heard of supper.
-We've heard of it, we've never eaten it.

So you're going to have
to tell us everything.

Otherwise it's not fair.

-I won't allow it!
-Fine.

-He's more than happy for you to take me.
-Fine, I will.

-Good.
-Well, where is it?

-Saint John's, Smith Square.
-Where's that?

I don't know. I'm sure we could find out.

It's in Westminster.
Right next door to the Abbey.

How'd you know that?

I had a life
before we were married, you know.

You soon put a stop to that.

-Well, there you are.
-Where are we?

We're near Westminster Abbey.
I'm not going all the way over there.

The trouble is,
that's where St. John's, Smith Square is.

There must be something on locally.
Where's the paper?

She wants to see someone who can play.

She doesn't want to see Sheila Kirkland
scratching away. I'll take her.

And how do you propose to get there?
RAF helicopter?

-That's him.
-Bloody hell !

Jack!

By the way, David's a Jew.
A wandering Jew. So watch yourself.

What does she mean by that?
I've never said anything like that.

It's just an expression.
I've got nothing against the Jews.

Glad to hear it. Hello.

I didn't mean I've got nothing against you.
No, of course I do mean that.

-Dad.
-No. It's a... Sorry. It's just that...

You're not the sort of person
that I would be against.

Well, I wouldn't, because
I'm not the kind of person

who would be against people.

I'm Jack. This is my wife, Marjorie.

You didn't tell me you had a sister, Jenny.

Please.

You're a lucky man, Jack.

Yes, I suppose I am.

-This is lovely.
-Thank you.

I'm sorry, David. Would you like a drink?

I'd love one, Jack,
but we're running a little late.

If Jenny's ready, perhaps we'll shoot off?

Actually, David,
Dad has something he has to tell you.

No, no. Really.
It was just a question, a point of reference.

What's the best way to get to
St. John's, Smith Square from here?

It's a straight run, really.
Up to Hammersmith,

take the A4 through Kensington,
you're there.

-As simple as that?
-As simple as that.

-Shall I book us some tickets?
-No.

Well, have her back by 10:00, David.

I was hoping
she might come with me afterwards

for a spot of supper with my Aunt Helen.

Oh, well...

No, no. She's usually in bed by then.

What if I promise to have her back by 11:30?

Well, it's Friday night,

and you are going all the way
to the West End.

Thanks, Jack. I appreciate it.

All right.

-Bye.
-Bye-bye.

Have a nice time.

Come on.

Hello, hello.

Are we late?

No, I thought
we were going to miss the beginning,

and then it wouldn't be worth going in

and we could all go off dancing
or something.

Helen is one of the more reluctant members
of tonight's audience.

-Hello. Hello.
-Jenny, these are my friends,

Helen and Danny. Shall we?

-Hello.
-All right?

-Sorry.
-That's all right. It's lovely, isn't it?

It's beautiful. Where did you get it from?

I don't know. Chelsea, somewhere.

Yours is...
Well, good for this sort of concert, isn't it?

Thank you.

We should go shopping together one day,
you and I, if you want.

That would be nice.

But Chelsea,
c'est beaucoup trop cher pour moi.

Sorry?

I just said, "It's too expensive for me."

No, you didn't.
You said something completely different.

No, well... I said it in French.

In French. Why?

I don't know.

Well, Chelsea's too expensive
for me, too, really,

but we don't have to worry about that.

If you want something in Chelsea,
just get David to take you shopping.

Why would David want
to take me shopping?

I booked a table at Juliette's.
Will that kill the mood, do you think?

I hope so.

God, I always think
I'm going to my own funeral

when I listen to classical music.

That was classical, wasn't it?

Yes. Very classical.
As classical as you can get.

Juliette's it is, then.

Heaven forbid we should end the evening
reflecting on our own mortality.

Miles Davis, Sartre...

Extraordinary woman, GrГ©co.
Just like you, Helen.

What about Chante Françoise Sagan?
Have you heard that one?

It's wonderful.

I've only got...
I think it's just called Juliette GrГ©co.

The one with the eyes on the sleeve?

I saved up and got my French Conversation
teacher to bring it back after Christmas.

-You've got a French Conversation teacher?
-Yes.

Is that why you suddenly speak French,
for no reason?

Have you never heard her sing?
She's marvelous.

You should see her in Paris,
though, not here.

David will take you.

-I'd love to. You'd fit right in.
-Better than here, really.

Isn't it wonderful to find a young person
who wants to know things?

There's so much I want you to see.

Are you all right to come and have a look

at that Pembroke Villas place
with me on Friday, Danny?

No, I can't. There's a Burne-Jones
coming up at Christie's on Friday.

Desperate to get my hands on it.

You're thinking of buying a Burne-Jones?
A real one?

I just have a feeling
the Pre-Raphaelites are going to take off.

-I love the Pre-Raphaelites.
-Do you?

Yes, of course.
Rossetti and Burne-Jones, anyway.

-Not Holman Hunt so much, he's so garish.
-Absolutely.

Why don't we all go to the auction together?

-Auction ! Gosh, how exciting.
-Yes, Friday morning.

Friday.

You're busy?

Well, yes.

-Are you sure you're busy?
-No. I'm sure I could rearrange.

That would be lovely.

What are you doing?

I can't get this casserole dish clean,
it's all burnt round.

It's 25 to 12:00.

We finished tea at 7:00.

I know what time it is.

How was your evening?

Best night of my life.

Night, Mum.

I think there were two violins,
one cello, two violas, a harp...

I don't want to hear about Ravel.

I want to know
what else was on the program.

It was nothing like that.
He was a perfect gentleman.

He just said he wanted to take me places
and show me things.

-Things!
-Plural. My God.

I knew that Jane Eyre
would eventually work its magic on you.

I'm assuming that's what
you're all so animated about.

-Of course.
-Jane Eyre and Jenny's new boyfriend.

He's not my new boyfriend.

That's true.
He's more of a man friend, actually.

-He's got a sports car, Miss Stubbs.
-It's maroon.

So could we call him a Mr. Rochester figure?

I think he must be as blind as Mr. Rochester.

You may or may not have noticed
I'm trying to steer the subject away

from Jenny's lurid love life
into the matter in hand.

And it is clear from this evidence

that most of you know
far too much about the former

and next to nothing about the latter.

Reluctantly, I have to admit
that Jenny is clearly an expert on both.

Excellent as always, Jenny.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Any further bids?

Sold, then, for 60 guineas.

Hello.

You're late.

We now turn to Lot 41.

The Tree of Forgiveness
by Sir Edward Burne-Jones.

This is a rare opportunity to purchase
a key work of the Pre-Raphaelite movement.

Who will start me off at 100 guineas?

-Is it that one?
-Yes, that's the one.

50 guineas?

20 guineas? Thank you.

40? Thank you, sir.

-Do I hear 60?
-Really?

80 guineas? Thank you, sir.

Another one, madam? 100 guineas?

120?

No further bids?

-Your turn.
-What?

-Any further bids?
-Your turn.

-Any more?
-Quick!

120 guineas from the very eager,
new bidder.

140, madam? Thank you. 160 guineas?

180? Thank you.

200 guineas?

220?

Another one, madam?

Sold for 200 guineas. Thank you.

-Your name, please?
-Millar.

Now we move on to Lot 42...

Thank you very much. I couldn't possibly
have bought it without you.

Just a couple of years ago,
you could pick one of them up for 50 quid.

-No one was interested.
-I would have been so interested.

As you can see, I just love things.

That's not a Lockey-Hill.

There aren't many people
who come in here and say that.

-No, certainly not me.
-It's beautiful.

-Do you play?
-Thank you.

I used to.

I vowed to myself that one day
I would own one of these,

and now I do own one,
I don't touch the bugger.

It's vulgar, really, putting it on display.

Give it to Jenny.

-I think that would be even more vulgar.
-Play for us, Jenny.

-No, one day when I'm good enough.
-She's good enough now.

David, you've never seen me play.

I can come and hear you in Oxford,
when you get there.

We should all go
and spend a weekend in Oxford.

Straw boaters, punting, cream teas...

-Boats.
-...antiquarian book shops.

Bit of business, if we can find it.
What about next weekend?

Yes.

I wouldn't be allowed to do that.

I'll talk to them.

You're going to ask my father
if you can take me away for the weekend?

-He'd have you arrested.
-We'll see.

-I bet you can't.
-How much?

I'd be careful if I were you, Jenny.
You don't know who you're dealing with.

Half a crown.

You're on.

How do you know Danny?

You know, we kept bumping into each other.

Then we became pals,

and we've ended up doing
a bit of business together when it suits us.

-What kind of business?
-Property, a bit of art dealing.

Some buying and selling. This and that.

-Right. I'll just be two ticks.
-Okay.

-Mr. Goldman, good to see you.
-Jolly good. Madam. All right.

-All right, I've got this one. And...
-Put me down !

Go on, then.

Sorry about that.

How do you know those negro people?

-They're clients.
-Clients?

Schvartzers have to live somewhere.

It's not as if they can rent
off their own kind, is it?

Test results for the Virgil translation.
We'll start from the bottom.

Patricia? Absent.

Margaret, 48%.

Jenny,

52%.

That would just about scrape a pass
in the exam proper.

Not good enough for Oxford candidates.

-It's her Latin, isn't it?
-Everyone's doing their best, Jack.

But what if everyone's best
isn't good enough?

What do we do then?

Well, perhaps the whole thing's
been a waste of money, anyway.

You don't mean that.

Well, what's she going to do
with an English degree?

If she's going to spend three years
playing that bloody cello

talking in French to a bunch of beatniks,

well, I'm just throwing
good money after bad.

She might meet a nice lawyer there, but she
could do that at a dinner dance tomorrow.

Because that's the point
of an Oxford education, isn't it, Dad?

It's the expensive alternative
to a dinner dance.

What about private tuition?

Can anybody hear me?
How much is this going to cost me?

Five shillings an hour.
Maybe a little more for A-level.

Five bob? We spend five bob here,
we spend five bob there.

Next thing you know,
that's our savings down the drain.

And what else are we spending five bob on?
What else are we spending six pence on?

Nothing. No. Nothing.
All of this is free. This vase is free.

It was, actually.
It was a present from Auntie Vi.

That chair, this sofa, it's all free.
We didn't have to pay for any of it.

You see, that's the beauty of life, Jenny.

You don't have to pay for anything.

You know, there's a lovely Oxford tree
growing in the garden.

Lucky for you,
because that's Oxford taken care of.

And there's a whole orchard of school trees,
so that school is free,

and I think there's even
a private tuition tree in there.

-I'll just go and check, shall I?
-Jack!

That's all right, Marjorie.
Don't worry, I'll only be a second,

because I think there's a whole clump
of them surrounding the pocket money tree.

I'll just go and make sure
they're all nice and safe, shall I?

And by the way, you might be lucky.

There might be a man
with deep pockets growing out there,

because God knows
you're going to need one.

Well, you can always go
to secretarial college with Hattie.

-Oh, thanks.
-Charming !

-Oh, God. No.
-Hello.

Hello, Graham.

I haven't seen you in ages.

It went a bit wrong, didn't it?
The tea party, I mean.

Was it because of the year off thing?
Because, I...

No!

I just have so much work to do
if I'm going to get the grades I need.

Yeah, she doesn't have time for boys.

-Bye, Graham !
-Bye.

And I'll tell you what the first thing
my grandfather did when he retired...

...was to say to my grandmother
when she expired.

-You do all the Goons?
-No, my Eccles is no good.

-Oh, no, you've got him.
-No, no.

I can't do it.

-Hello.
-This piece of paper.

Jenny.
David does the most fantastic Bluebottle.

-You came to see my parents?
-Why is that so hard to imagine?

Why are you drinking? It's not Christmas.

Well, there's a lot you don't know
about us, young lady.

-We had a life before you came along.
-That's true.

I'm only going on
what I've seen for the last 16 years.

I'm trying to think what you missed.
Nothing much comes to mind.

Anyway, I've got a huge pile
of Latin translation to do.

But you didn't tell us David went to Oxford.

-No! I didn't.
-For all the good it did me.

-Isn't that funny?
-Extraordinary.

I was just telling Jack
that I'm going back next weekend.

I go and visit my old English professor
every now and again.

See, that's what you need, Jenny.
Someone on the inside track.

-It's not always what you know, is it, David?
-Too true.

-Have you ever come across Clive Lewis?
-Dad's never come across anyone.

He wrote a children's book called
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe

-that did very well, I believe.
-C. S. Lewis.

Well, to us he was just the old codger
who taught Medieval Literature,

but I came to know him very well.

We just got along.

Jenny used to devour those books.

I'd love to meet him.

I'm sorry, am I being slow on the uptake?

Would Jenny like to come at the weekend?

Not this weekend,
but sometime perhaps, yes.

How often do you see him?

Not very often. Every couple of years.

Maybe next time.

Well, I suppose...

Would she have to stay the night?

I wouldn't recommend driving home
after one of those Oxford dinners.

Clive could get her a room at the college.
It's easy enough.

Seems like too good an opportunity
to pass up.

It wouldn't be a bother, would it, David?

Come on !

Just putting a few things in a bag.
Don't worry!

Come on !

We're nearly ready. Be there in two ticks.

How can they only be nearly ready?

I wouldn't be surprised
if three of them came out of there.

It's the only explanation.
They're making themselves a friend.

Ladies, come on, let's go!

There, have a look in the corner.
Open the door.

You should keep that one, if you want it.

-One can only wear so many in one day.
-Thank you.

What about tonight?
Have you got a pretty enough nightie?

Won't I be sharing a room with you?

You haven't slept with him?

-No.
-Good for you.

-Really, do you think so?
-Yes! Well, you're only 16.

-You don't want to get preggers, do you?
-No. No, I wouldn't let that happen.

I want to wait until I'm 17.

-On my 17th birthday, hopefully.
-With David?

-Oh, golly, it will be with David, won't it?
-If that's what you want.

Anyway, I'll find you a nightie.

Shall we make a move?

-Can't we get out and have a look around?
-Later. If we have time.

-Imagine spending three years here.
-I know.

Why are university girls so strange-looking?

They can't all have started off that way,
can they?

I mean, most girls aren't born ugly,
but most girl students seem to be.

So there must be something
about these places

that make you fat or spotty or short-sighted.

Well, when you look at it like that,
I mean, that's proper scientific analysis.

You can't argue with science.

I still don't quite understand
what you want to do when you get here.

I want to read English.

-Books.
-Sorry?

You want to read English books?

Reading English
is just another way of saying...

Don't worry, Jenny.
You're wasting your breath.

Anyway, tomorrow
we'll get more of a feel for the place.

Absolutely.
This place will be good for a little business.

All those little old ladies wandering around.

-Old ladies?
-This place is rife with stats.

Please explain what stats are.
You're always going on about them.

-It isn't very interesting.
-But you two are interested.

That's because we're not
very interesting either.

-Oh, no, they're not, really.
-It's true.

That's why we need you here.
To save us from ourselves.

Yeah, to put some intelligence and culture
into our brutal lives.

-Sing to us, sing to us.
-Please don't make me sing for you.

Please don't make us talk about work.

So, now, is he Clive, do you think, or C. S.?

I'm confused now.
I thought you made him up?

No, we...

Never mind.

"To dear Jenny,
with the pleasure of meeting you.

"Come and see me again soon, Clive."

Dirty old man.

So?

We've got these exact same curtains
at home.

Let's not talk about curtains.

You look beautiful.

David.

There's something you should know.

I'm a virgin,

and I want to stay that way until I'm 17.

I think that's good. I think it's right.

We can still be romantic though, can't we?

Yes, of course. As long as it's not actually...

Minnie.

Is that me?

Yes. You're my Minnie Mouse

and I'm your bubbalub.

Okay. If that's what you want to do.

-Minnie.
-Yes, David.

Bubbalub.

May I have a look?

Just a peek.

You just want to see them?

Thank you.

-I think there's a house for sale around here.
-Really?

Might be worth a look.

Jenny!

-Aren't you coming?
-We don't go in.

What are you talking about?

Why don't you go and get
a nice cup of tea somewhere?

Helen will look after you.

I don't need looking after,
thank you very much. David !

I'm not going to tell you a second time.
Run along.

-Well, they won't be long, either way.
-Either way?

Well, sometimes they find something
and sometimes they don't.

And when they do find something,
we often have to leave quite quickly.

They can be quite naughty sometimes.

-Thank you.
-Cheerio.

Catch. Careful. Careful.

Come on.

-Helen !
-Pass it back. Good.

-Jenny!
-What?

You can stand there if you like,
but I wouldn't recommend it.

Jenny!

Sorry about being
a little brisk back there, Jenny.

It's just the way we do things. Silly, really.

Here, don't forget your case.

-Who's coming up for a drink?
-Me.

No, you go. I'll make my own way home.

Jenny!

It's an old map. A Speed.

The poor dear didn't even know what it was.
What a waste.

It shouldn't spend its life on a wall
in wherever the hell we were.

It should be with us.
We know how to look after it properly.

-We liberated it.
-Liberated? That's one word for it.

Don't be bourgeois, Jenny.
You're better than that.

You drink everything I put in front of you,
down in one,

then you slam your glass down on the bar
and ask for more.

It's wonderful.

We're not clever like you
so we have to be clever in other ways,

because if we weren't,
there would be no fun.

We have to be clever with maps, and...

You want to know what stats are?

Stats are old ladies
who are scared of colored people.

So we move the coloreds in,

and the old ladies move out,
and I buy their flats cheap.

That's what I do. So now you know.

And, if you don't like it, I'll understand,

and you can go back to Twickenham
and listen to the Home Service

and do your Latin homework,

but these weekends
and the restaurants and the concerts,

they don't grow on trees.

This is who we are, Jenny.

That's better.

-Come on, you two.
-Come on up!

You can have my olive.

Come on.

I suppose you have homework to do.

You have no idea
how boring everything was before I met you.

"Action is character,"
our English teacher says.

I think it means
that if we never did anything,

we wouldn't be anybody.

And I never did anything before I met you.

And sometimes I think no one's ever done
anything in this whole stupid country,

apart from you.

-Okay.
-Right.

There you are. Night.

Marjorie, look at this.

"Clive." Lucky girl.

Never a dull moment with David, eh?

Better than that young man
you brought home for tea.

David's a lot older than Graham.

Graham could live to be 200 years old,

you'll never see him swanning around
with famous authors.

Hasn't got it in him.

Graham might become a famous author,
for all you know.

Becoming one
isn't the same as knowing one.

That shows you're well connected.

A very impressive young man, your David.

I must admit, life's a little brighter
with him around.

Come on, girls, get a move on.

What the hell are those?

Russian Sobranies.

Where did they come from?

Well, she probably bought them
from the Savoy, or Claridge's,

or the opera or some fancy nightclub.

Who knows with Jenny?

Paris. You can't buy them here.

-You never bought them yourself?
-No, I never.

Shut up, you stuck-up cow.

But I'll bring you some back, if you like.

You are joking?

He's taking you to Paris?

This term?

Wait. Isn't it your birthday next Thursday?

Might be.

Oh, my God. Your birthday?

I would not like to be you.
All those suppers you've had off of him.

You've such a Victorian attitude
to sex, you two.

Your parents wouldn't let you
swan off like that, would they?

Well, we haven't told them yet.

But David will come up with some story.
He usually does.

Yeah, I've noticed that.

Chanel perfume, Chanel perfume.
Chanel lipstick, Chanel lipstick.

Those funny cigarettes
you were smoking, Sobranies.

Ten packets each.

How much is the Chanel perfume?

Are you the girl going to Paris,
or are you not, because...

Tina, top button.

Jenny, the headmistress
wants a word with you.

The legend of Mr. Rochester may have
traveled further than you intended.

Come.

Miss Millar.

We're all very excited
about your forthcoming trip to Paris.

Our excitement, indeed, knows no bounds.

Some of us can talk of little else.

An older man, I understand?

A word of warning, Miss Millar.

There may well have been
the odd sixth form girl

who has lost an important part of herself,

perhaps the best part,
while under our supervision.

These things happen, regrettably.

If, however, we are made aware of that loss,
then of course the young lady in question

would have to continue
her studies elsewhere.

If, that is, she still has any use for A-levels.

Do I make myself clear?

-Can I go now?
-If you would.

What are you doing in there?

Well, I imagine
she's lighting the candles on my cake.

You're 17, not 250.

-Thanks for inviting me.
-It was Marjorie's idea, not mine.

-Not even Jenny's, for that matter.
-Dad !

Well, blow them out
before the house burns down.

-Make a... Okay, just... Don't wait.
-Bravo.

-Who'd like a piece?
-Me, please.

Well, come on. Come on. Presents.

It doesn't matter...

It's a new Latin dictionary.

Thank you. I needed a new one.

Oh, dear! Snap!

Good grief! Jenny, you should see this!

-It's a special day.
-She's a special girl.

I know it.

Bit of help.

Makes your dictionary
look a bit feeble, eh, Graham?

-Gosh !
-And these are for you.

-Hello, young man.
-David !

-David, would you like a drink?
-I'd love one.

I'd best be going.
I've got a stack of homework to do, so...

Oh, well...

-Thank you. Bye.
-Cheers.

-Bye, Mr. Millar.
-Cheerio, Graham.

Thank you.

Wonderful to see you, Graham.

-Goodbye, Jenny.
-Bye, Graham.

-A little something warming?
-You know me so well.

-Can I open anything yet?
-Wait for me.

Before you open that lot, I've got a surprise.

Next weekend,
we're all going to CafГ© de Flore

-to celebrate Jenny's birthday.
-Lovely.

CafГ© de Flore
is in the Boulevard St. Germain, in Paris.

-What do you mean, Paris?
-You know the one, Dad.

No, no. No, no, no.

No, no, we don't have any French money,
and besides, it's too...

-Well, I don't think it would agree with me.
-Dad.

The French don't like us,
Jenny, you know that.

John Sutton, from work,
he went there last year.

They were very rude to him.

I don't want to spoil anyone's fun,
but it's just not for me, Europe.

-You'll have to go another time.
-You've just said you don't like Europe.

So what's going to change?
It'll have to be Europe, won't it,

because it certainly won't be you.

-I'll take her.
-To the Continent?

-Why not?
-And leave me here on my own?

Oh, for God's sake!

What do you think?

You know what Jenny's like
about France, Jack.

French films and books and music.

-Of course I do.
-Sorry, yes.

It goes without saying, she's your daughter.

Jenny likes to joke about how you're
a stick in the mud, and all the rest of it.

But I know that's not who you are.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be who she is.

No.

But I can also see
that I have acted out of turn,

and I'm sorry.

What about your Aunt Helen?

-An hour late.
-We'll make it. I promise.

-Okay, there's a flight at 8:00 in the morning.
-Good.

There's no bed.

I pushed the boat out and got us a suite.

A suite!

If work stops us
from getting to Paris until tomorrow,

then work can buy us a nice hotel room.

Anyway, it's a special occasion, isn't it?

I'd have thought tonight of all nights
we'd only need a bed.

Hold on, one second. I've got something.

I thought...
I thought we might practice with this.

With a banana?

I thought we might get the messy bit
over with first.

What?

David !

I don't want to lose my virginity
to a piece of fruit!

I'm sorry.

I think the moment might have gone.

-I think we should wait until Paris.
-I'm sorry.

Minnie.

I'm an idiot. I'm sorry.

David,

if tomorrow night does happen,
it's only ever going to happen once.

Why will it only ever happen once?

Because the first time
can only ever happen once.

So no baby talk.

No "Minnie."

Just treat me like a grownup.

Okay?

I know. Let's go and sit in our sitting room.

All right.

We'll order up some champagne.

Room service?

Do you still feel like a schoolgirl?

It wasn't too uncomfortable?

Not after the first bit.

It's funny though, isn't it?

All that poetry and all those songs

about something that lasts no time at all.

Yeah.

All your exercise books on my desk
in a pile, please.

I bought this for you.

That's very kind of you.

But I can't accept it.

Why not?

It's because of people like you
that I plough through illiterate essays

by Sandra Lovell about her pony.

But I know where this came from, Jenny,

and if I took it,
I'd feel I would be betraying both of us.

Jenny?

You can do anything you want,
you know that.

You're clever and you're pretty.

Is your boyfriend interested
in clever, Jenny?

I'm not quite sure
what you're trying to tell me.

I'm telling you to go to Oxford,
no matter what.

Because if you don't, you'll break my heart.

-Where did you go?
-Cambridge.

Well, you're clever and you're pretty,

so presumably, clever Miss Stubbs won,
and here you are with your pony essays.

I don't know, these last few months,

I've eaten in wonderful restaurants
and been to jazz clubs

and watched wonderful films,
heard beautiful music.

Jenny, are you taking precautions?

-It's nothing to do with that.
-Isn't it?

Maybe all our lives are going to end up
with pony essays, or housework.

And, yes, maybe we'll go to Oxford,

but if we are all going to die
the moment we graduate,

isn't it what we do before that counts?

I'm sorry you think I'm dead.

-I don't think you're dead, I just don't...
-I think you'd better go to your next class.

Go, go, go, go!

Well done, Jenny.

I've never won anything before,
not even at the Women's Institute raffle.

I always bet on the sweetest-looking one,
and he always comes last.

-Let's go. Come on.
-Can we do it again? I'm feeling lucky.

Come on, let's go, I don't want to miss him.
Pick up your 10 bob on the way out.

I won 10 shillings!

Who is this man, anyway?

-Peter Rachman.
-Complete bastard.

Why do we have to see him here?

Because he's not the sort of chap
with an office.

A bottle of your finest champagne, please.

There he is.

Come on, Jenny, tell them your good news.
Don't be bashful.

No. Be Sneezy.

Jenny got two A's and a B
in her mock A-levels.

Like everyone else
in this sophisticated establishment.

-The B was in Latin.
-Seriously, congratulations.

Excuse us.

-Don't worry too much.
-About what?

Someone told me that in about 50 years,
no one will speak Latin, probably.

Not even Latin people.
So don't worry about your B.

He's even more of a bastard than I thought.

You wouldn't want him to marry your sister.

You wouldn't want to talk to him in a club,
come to that.

You do know what you're doing, old chap,
with Jenny?

This is the one, Danny.

That's it?

You can see she's different.

I just don't want to see her hurt.

Have you bought
any more paintings recently?

Have I? Yes! Picked up a little Piper.
Good one, I think.

I'm still trying to work out
what makes good things good.

-It's hard, isn't it?
-The thing is, Jenny, you know.

Without necessarily being able
to explain why.

See, you have taste.
That's not half the battle.

That's the whole war.

Jenny, we should go. It's late.

-Really?
-Yes.

Alas. One day school will be over forever,
and we can talk about art all night.

-You're all right in a taxi, aren't you?
-Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Let's go. Come on.

Good night.

Wait here.

-David, what are you looking for?
-Just...

What are you doing?

Will you marry me?

What were you looking for?

I thought I had a ring.

It wouldn't have been the right one,
but it would have done for tonight.

Oh, David.

I'm serious.

You're very sweet.

What do you think?

-Take me home.
-All right.

They do need some looking after,
but nothing that will require too much work.

Just leave them in your potting shed
for a couple of weeks

and they'll look after themselves.

Fine, the potting shed.

Who does he think I am?
Prince Rainier of Monaco?

What if I got married
instead of going to college?

-Married?
-Married.

Well, it would depend on who it was,
of course.

-Would it? That's interesting.
-Well, of course it would.

I wouldn't want you married off
just for the sake of it.

-Thanks.
-Has somebody asked you?

-Yes.
-Who?

-David?
-No. A man I just met walking his dog.

-What did you tell him?
-Nothing yet.

Do you have a choice, or is it too late?

Of course she's got a choice!
An interesting one, too, eh?

This is where you're supposed to say,
"But what about Oxford?"

Look at it another way.

You wouldn't really need to go now,
would you?

I wouldn't need to go?
Would you like to expand on that?

You'd be looked after.

All that Latin. All those essays.

What was the point?

Why didn't you just send me
prowling round nightclubs?

It would have been less trouble
and I might have had more fun !

I don't know about nightclubs,
I know about education.

Anyway, looks like it might have turned out
for the best.

How?

He wouldn't want you if you were thick,
now would he?

"May not an ass know
when the cart draws the horse?

"Sings. 'Whoop, Jug ! I love thee..."'

When it says "sings,"

it means you sing the line.

Never mind. Right. Lear!

"Does any here know me? This is not Lear.
Does Lear walk thus? Speak thus?

"Where are his eyes?

"Ha! Waking?
Who is it that can tell me who I am?"

Miss! Me. I can.

Jenny.

What?

Take it off.

Oh, my God ! Is that what I think it is?
I'm going to be a bridesmaid !

You know the school rule on jewelry.

Half the girls in this room
are wearing jewelry.

Yes, but none of it's going
to ruin their lives.

We have a difference of opinion about that.

How far advanced
are these ridiculous plans?

Have you set a date?
Have you decided on a church?

We won't be getting married in a church.
David's Jewish.

Jewish?

He's a Jew?

You are aware, I take it,
that the Jews killed our Lord?

And you're aware, I suppose,
that our Lord was Jewish?

I suppose he told you that.

We're all very sorry
about what happened during the war,

but that's absolutely no excuse for that sort
of malicious and untruthful propaganda.

Anyway, I can see you're far more in need
of responsible advice than I realized.

Nobody does anything worth doing
without a degree.

Nobody does anything worth doing
with a degree. No woman, anyway.

So what I do isn't worth doing?

Or what Miss Stubbs does,
or Mrs. Wilson, or any of us here?

Because none of us would be here
without a degree.

You do realize that, don't you? And, yes,
of course, studying is hard and boring.

-Boring !
-I'm sorry?

Studying is hard and boring.
Teaching is hard and boring.

So what you're telling me is to be bored
and then bored and finally bored again,

but this time for the rest of my life?

This whole stupid country is bored.
There's no life in it, or color, or fun.

It's probably just as well
the Russians are going

to drop a nuclear bomb on us any day now.

So my choice is
to do something hard and boring,

or to marry my Jew
and go to Paris and Rome and listen to jazz,

and read, and eat good food
in nice restaurants and have fun.

It's not enough to educate us
anymore, Mrs. Walters.

You've got to tell us why you are doing it.

It doesn't have to be teaching, you know.
There's the Civil Service.

I don't wish to be impertinent, Mrs. Walters,
but it is an argument worth rehearsing.

You never know. Someone else might want
to know the point of it all one day.

-Where did you find him? Why?
-I can't tell you that. I think he likes you.

Do you like her? "Yes, I do like her."
You do? You don't remember?

It's Jenny.
You remember her from last time.

"No, I don't." Yes, you do.

Naughty thing. Pardon? That's revolting !

You stick to your own species.

He wants to kiss you, I think.
Was that naughty?

We're engaged.

-No! Really? Engaged?
-Yeah.

-Show her.
-Yes, look.

-Gosh. That's fantastic news.
-Thank you.

Congratulations.

I knew you'd see sense about university.
You'll stay pretty now.

Can I still read?

Of course. But it doesn't have
to be books now, does it?

Magazines will do just as well,
and you learn more from them, anyway.

Helen.

Well you won't be laughing, David,
when she goes all speccy and spotty.

Danny didn't seem very pleased
about our engagement.

I noticed that, too.
I thought he might be a bit jealous.

Jealous?

We're going to keep him away from you.

I mean, what is one supposed
to order as a starter, anyway?

And how will I know
what is a starter and what isn't?

We've been through this, Dad.
It'll be quite clearly marked on the menu.

Can't the three of you just go on your own
and leave me here?

I'd be perfectly happy with a tin of salmon.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Ready? I think you'll like this place, Jack.

Their wine list is as good
as anything I've seen in London.

Yes. Someone told me that.

David, probably.
Who else would it have been?

Madame.

I was hoping you'd take us in this.

You won't want to drive
in anything else after tonight.

Mind you, it drinks petrol.

I'm afraid we'll have to stop
on the way into town.

-I feel like Eamonn Andrews.
-Is that a good thing?

Eamonn Andrews is the poshest person
that Jack can imagine being.

-How are you tonight, sir?
-Very well. Might as well fill her up.

I'm going to make a quick call.
I'll be two ticks.

Do you think I should offer
to help pay for the petrol?

Would he be insulted, do you think?

I know he said tonight was his treat,

but does that apply to the petrol,
do you think?

I'm sure it does, Jack.

-Oh, no.
-Jack!

It just came off.

-Put it on my bill.
-Thank you, sir.

Cheers.

Jenny. Jenny.

-Take us home.
-What's wrong?

I'm afraid there's been...
Jenny's had a bit of a shock.

What's happened?

It's just another one of David's
little muddles and misunderstandings.

I don't want to hear another word
from anybody. Take us home. Now.

Right.

-You can take care of this, can't you, David?
-Go inside, Dad.

"Mr. and Mrs. David Goldman."
"Mr. and Mrs. David Goldman."

"Mr. and Mrs. David..." You're married !

Legally, yes, but...

-When were you going to tell me?
-Soon.

It's just never seemed like the right time.

You seemed so happy, and I was happy.

You were living with your wife all this time,
round the corner.

Byron Avenue. It's no wonder
we kept bumping into each other, is it?

-What number?
-34.

Don't be like this. Come on.

I have nothing. I didn't take my exams.

I... I left school.

Where's it all gone now?

I can get a divorce.

Everything will turn out for the best.

Go and tell them.

Go and tell them,
and then go and tell your wife.

They won't listen now.

All right? I'll come round tomorrow
when everyone's feeling a bit calmer.

Please don't make me...
Please don't make me tell them on my own.

You owe me that much.
You owe them that much.

I owe them much more than that.

Hey...

Two minutes,
and then I'll come out and drag you in.

What's going on?

He's helping himself to some Dutch courage
before facing you.

Stolen Dutch courage, from the look of it.

He has something he has to tell you.

He just drove off.

Can you tell us?

Jenny, please?

I wouldn't worry about it too much.

-When I found out...
-Not now, Helen.

I tried to tell him.

I'm not speaking to him now,
if that's any consolation.

It's a funny world you people live in.

You both watched me carrying on
with a married man

and you didn't think it was worth
saying anything about it.

Yes, well, if you want that conversation...

You watched David and I help ourselves
to a map, and you didn't say much, either.

Come on, you, let's go.

Good boy.

Hello.

Hello. Sorry, I think I've got
the wrong number. I was looking for my...

I wanted... For my cello lesson.

Oh, no. Don't tell me.

Good God. You're a child.

You didn't know
about any of this, presumably?

No. They never do.

You're not in the family way, are you?
Because that's happened before.

Thank God for that.

No. No. You stay here.

-Did you see her?
-Yes, I saw her.

I didn't talk to her. There wasn't any need.

We have to have this out.

Well, if you won't do it, I will.
I'm still your father.

You're my father again now, are you?

And what were you when you encouraged
me to throw my life away?

Silly schoolgirls are always getting seduced
by glamorous older men.

But what about you two?

Jenny?

Jenny.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

I know I've made a mess of everything.

All my life I've been scared,

and I didn't want you to be scared.

That's why I wanted you to go to Oxford.

Then along came David.

He knew famous writers, he knew
how to get to classical music concerts,

but he wasn't who he said he was.

He wasn't who you said he was, either.

The other day your mother and I were
listening to a program on the radio

about C. S. Lewis, and they said

that he'd moved to Cambridge in 1954.

I said, "Well they've got that wrong."

Our Jenny wouldn't have his name
in her book

if he'd moved to Cambridge.

There's a cup of tea
and some biscuits out here.

How do you think we can help?

I want to repeat my last year at school
and take my exams.

I got the impression, last time we spoke,
that you didn't see the point of school,

or of me, or of any of us here.

I know. I was stupid.

The life I want, there's no shortcut.

I know now that I need to go to university.

It gives me absolutely
no pleasure whatsoever

to see our young schoolgirls
throwing their lives away.

Although, of course, you are not
one of our schoolgirls anymore.

Through your own volition.

I suppose you think I'm a ruined woman.

You're not a woman.

No, I'm afraid I think that the offer
of a place at this school

would be wasted on you.

Come in.

I didn't expect to see you again.

This is lovely.

All your books and pictures and...

Paperbacks and postcards, Jenny.

That's all you need, isn't it?

Just somewhere to...

I'm sorry I said those silly things.
I didn't understand.

Let's forget about it.

A Burne-Jones.

Do you like him?

I do. Still.

Still? You sound very old and wise.

I feel old, but not very wise.

Miss Stubbs, I need your help.

I was so hoping
that's what you were going to say.

Thank you, Marjorie.

It's from Oxford.

"It is my pleasure to inform you
that your application

"to read English at Oxford
has been accepted.

"On behalf of the Faculty of Arts,
the staff of the university

"look forward to welcoming you..."

So l went to read English books,

and did my best to avoid the speccy,
spotty fate that Helen had predicted for me.

I probably looked as wide-eyed,
fresh and artless as any other student.

But I wasn't.

One of the boys I went out with,
and they really were boys,

once asked me to go to Paris with him.

And I told him I'd love to,
I was dying to see Paris.

As if I'd never been.