All language subtitles for Parades End.pt4.hannibal

There's some talk against your boy.

If the woman that's come
between you and Sylvia

is our little suffragette...

I want you to swear on your
St Anthony that you won't leave me.

I'll do no such thing.

Will you be my mistress tonight?
Yes!

My husband
is going out to war tomorrow.

But I'd keep off the grass.

You cannot conceive of
the explosives

the armies throw at each other.

Had the stuffing knocked out of me.

GUNSHOT
I won't take his money.

You usually forgive a fellow
who shoots himself. I don't.

Couldn't you bring yourself
to seduce that little kitchen maid?

There'd have been a chance for us.

What I stand for is gone.

And yet I may not say
this is an accursed war.

This programme
contains some strong language.

This programme contains some scenes
which some viewers may find upsetting

Edward's command is at Rouen,

or "somewhere in France",
we're supposed to say.

Bertram tells me you lost a window
during the last raid?

Are you going to the Sackvilles'?
I thought so.

..it's also to tell the French, best
shut up about the single command.

No, no votes for you I'm afraid.

It's going to be for
married women over 30.

It's a serious problem
on the whole front.

Horses decimated by pink-eye.

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?

You'll find him in Horse World,
advertising embrocation.

"Get hold of Hotchkiss!"

The Comet will back you.

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.

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.

I think it's jolly unfair.

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.

Is 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.

What about Salonika, Bertram?

Salonika?

Nathan, isn't that where
your people originally...

Not originally, my dear!

THEY ALL LAUGH POLITELY

I say, it would be nice

if we could forget the war
just for five minutes...

TRUMPETS AND CANNON FIRE

I give up!

Move to adjourn. Come on, my dear.

GUNFIRE AND EXPLOSION

NEARBY EXPLOSION

Mother!

I'm just finishing. It'll be
the finish of you if you don't...

EXPLOSION
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!

EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE

TRUMPETS PLAY

There's the all-clear.

Sylvia, I need you to rally round.

Johnny'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's...

It's not his fault he's a Jew.

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

He wants to marry me.

So I need you to get Johnny
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've a mind
to visit Christopher in France.

I've written to General Campion.

I wish Tietjens would write
to his damned wife,

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

It's not my job to reassure
the 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 G14-R.

It was mis-routed and has only now
caught up, I'm afraid.
Movement? To where?

Divisional horse transport.

Well, you can tell Room G14-R,
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,
isn't he?

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 co-habiting
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!

A 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.

BELL RINGS

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 Honourable
Johnnie Pelham..."

"..Mrs Christopher Tietjens,

"whose husband is in hospital
at the Front"!

Sylvia must have told them
that herself.

HE SCOFFS

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 100 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.

But are they dropping bombs on him?

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

But I thought Christopher was
looking after horses somewhere safe.

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!

THEY ROAR AND SCREAM

Move it, move it, move it!

Shoulder...arms!

Present...arms!

Shoulder...arms!

Quick...march!

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

Hmm.

General Campion is attaching
Captain McKechnie to my unit

for rations and discipline.
What's that about?

I can't say as I 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 said,
as per army directive 1BDR 3417,

for fire-extinguishers,
we should apply to Ordnance.

Ordnance said
there's no provision for them

for Canadian units passing through
an Infantry Base Depot,

and that the proper course
would be to obtain them

from a civilian firm and charge
them against barrack damages.

Yes, sir. I have here a letter

from the leading British
manufacturer of fire-extinguishers,

telling me that they have been
forbidden by the War Office

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

Thank God we have a navy.
Yes, sir.

Cardiff Police Office...

0-9 Morgan is outside, sir.
Application for compassionate leave.

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 prize-fighter,
and we should keep 0-9 Morgan here

if we know what's good for him.
In he comes.

Sir.

0-9 Morgan, present yourself
to the officer, at the double!

Well now, 0-9 Morgan...

..because there are things
I have to discuss with Christopher,

and what is 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.

SHE SIGHS

As far as I'm concerned,

Groby is Christopher's
to do what he likes with.

So if you can produce
his written authorisation,

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's why I'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.

She 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,

and 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 I have one draft
of Canadian troops

ready to go to the Front today.

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

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

You have the trains, sir, and the
co-operation of the French railway,

going east to the Front, certainly.

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

Oui, mon general.

Champagne at two o'clock!

Which train, Madam?

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.

Oh!

Where are you off to?

Where are you?

This way, sir.

Gosh, I've missed you, Sylvia.

MARCHING BAND PLAYS

Thank you. Captain.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Everyone got a glass? Splendid.

PHONE RINGS

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

Believe me, 3,000 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,

but you'd better be ready to get
the men back under canvas tonight.

Yes, sir. May I ask...?
No, you may not.

MARCHING BAND PLAYS

I 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 RINGS

I dare say you're disappointed.
Stop that telephone.

But I know that you Canadians
will enjoy the challenge

and some rather warmer weather.

That's, er, a clue for you.

You will form your men up
at 1700 hours

for the march to the railhead.

We'll try to send you off
by 1900,

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

WHISPERS: I will break you for this.
I will smash you.

General! How lovely!
We've all been missing you.

Tietjens.

May I ask a small favour
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,
you'll get me shot.

She's lost two sons already.

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

EXPLOSIONS AND SCREAMS

If I could scream louder than
the bombs, that would fix it,

then I'd be all right.

McKechnie, control yourself!

She sold it to some bugger
called Evans.

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

Don't talk that way, Morgan!
You'll get your leave soon.

Midnight before
we can march them out.

It's not right to keep men
hanging about. They don't like it.

For heaven's sake,
can't you set an example?!

Lost the fuckers!

Not so much swear words,
0-5 Thomas.

Now that it's gone quiet, sir,

we could send one of the runners
to the sergeant-cook,

tell him we're going to indent
for the draft's suppers.

We can send the other one
with the 128s 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 XVI Casual Battalion,

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

Come on, you two, 0-9 Morgan
to the cookhouse at the double.

Yes, Sarge. 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 much mistaken if you
think the general a friend of mine.

I haven't a friend in the world.

Sergeant-Major,
make sure the Canadian troops

don't leave their dug-outs
till the All Clear!

HE PANTS AND WHIMPERS

Look, are you mad?

Stark staring?

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

CANNONS FIRE

They must imagine that
they've found the Hun again.

I must say,
you look divine in your uniform.

Enchante, Madam.

I knew le brave Capitaine and his
wife in London before the war,

and didn't we see each other
somewhere in France in 1912?

Here in Rouen, Madame.
Extraordinaire!

Does Christopher know I'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.

Why can't I see him now?

You may have noticed
there's an air raid.

Isn't that normal
where the war is?

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

I've 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 working under
difficult circumstances.

Are we?

EXPLOSIONS AND SCREAMS

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 Huns' work.

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

NEARBY EXPLOSION

HE PANTS

Nearly got me, surely to goodness,
but I did run, I did run!

All right, Thomas.

You can go into shelter with
the Colonial troops, if you like.

No, I'll wait for my mate,
0-9 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.

AEROPLANE APPROACHES
Here it comes.

EXPLOSION

Here's another bloomin' casualty.
0-9 Morgan?

Oh, poor fucking 0-9 Morgan!

Surely to goodness,
I didn't even recognise him!

Get out from under him, blast!

This ain't your job, sir.

You'll get all sticky.

Bugler, call two sanitary
lance-corporals and four men!

Thomas.

0-9 Morgan was your mate?

He was a good pal.

Poor old bugger.

But you would not like,
surely to goodness,

to go to mess with your shoes
all bloody.

If I'd given him leave,

he would not be dead now.

No, surely he would not.

But it is all one.

Your honour is a good captain.

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

He's got his mistress in Rouen,
with the child.

How old is that child now? Five?

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...

Yes, Miss Wannop,
Christopher's little suffragette.

SHE LAUGHS

I've nothing against them
being pro-German,

I have German friends myself.

I say, steady on.

Yes, stop doing...what does
your mother call it? Shower-baths.

Is Sylvia pulling the strings
of the shower-bath?

I say, I say,
they've got the vote, though.

Saw it in the Sketch.

Will you vote, Mrs Tietjens?

I am not going to the hotel

until I have seen Christopher
with my own eyes.

There's a note
from your foul General.

What does it say?

"For God's sake.
Can't you control your woman?"

Well, it didn't say it was private.

"You are 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, I'll translate it
into Latin hexameters
in under three minutes.

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 Division horse line,
and I seem to have been

put in charge of taking your soldiers
to some place called Bailleul...

Er, sir.

I shall endeavour to be,
er... swift.

There's pink-eye running rife
in all the service horses.

I'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.

Well, you're a stout fellow.

You should talk to Colonel Johnson.

You'll find him in 16 IBD Mess.

He'll be interested to meet you.

He's got a Hun horse captured on
the Marne. I ride Schomburg, myself.

Well, if you say so. Many thanks.

Two minutes and 11 seconds.

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

GSO 2, sir.

You understand I've not read it.

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

KNOCK ON DOOR

The Canadian draft has not left yet!

We shall be strafed to hell.

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

and then unwangle everything
in a hurry

when it was changed back
to Bailleul.

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

Ah, I see you're there, McKechnie.
Feeling well? Feeling fit?

Look here, can you spare me
10 or 20 minutes?

It's not exactly a service matter.

You have to come down to the gate.
I hate to keep a woman waiting.

You mean, your...?

As it happens,
I was spotted at the station

and now my French lady-friend
thinks I've got an English mistress.

Come on!

Are you dragging me there
to deal with your absurd love-life?

Mine? It's yours!

The poor woman is in a dreadful
state of anxiety about you.

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

You can't mean Miss Wannop?

Do you swear it?

Cross my heart, Miss.

I saw the captain with my own eyes
this very morning, Miss!

I've been dreadfully
worried about him.

You're welcome to wait
in the guardroom, Miss.

No, it's perfectly all right.

I 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!

Dammit! She's taken the car!

FAINT SOUND OF MARCHING

'Battalion, halt!'

KNOCKS AT DOOR

Sylvia!

Sylvia!

Dash it!

BUGLE PLAYS

SOUND OF MARCHING

The draft's come back!

Oh, for the love of God!

By the way, did you give
a pass to a Canadian?

Why? He missed the curfew
and the Redcaps nabbed him.

A few minutes before the 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, is that right?
Yes, sir!

Then, having engaged
the prisoner in conversation,

by no means calling him "a
blankety-blank colonial conscript",

you discovered it was 11:02,

so very properly charged him
with being off-base

and "conduct prejudicial".

Sir!

Mark the charge sheet
as "case explained". Dismiss!

Sir!

I am 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-Marshall
won't like it, sir.

General O'Hara loves his police
like his own ewe-lambs.

The French railwaymen
going on strike was a bit of luck

for that Canadian lad, though,
and lucky for me, too!

They heard a rumour 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 the General
Campion's tea party for the locals.

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

Don't you know Schomburg by now?

Yes, sir. The 'oss has been put in
'oss-standings by orders of
Lieutenant Hotchkiss.

Did you tell him that
it was my orders

that Schomburg be kept warm
in the stables of the farm

behind XVI IBD?

The lieutenant says 'osses
have to be hardened, sir.

He also says how any departure
from his orders would be visited

by the extreme displeasure of
Lord Beicham, KCVO, etc.

Well, listen carefully.

I am going to ride Schomberg
over to the Hotel de la Poste,

so saddle him up and meet me there,

where you will take him back
to the farm stables.

Make sure the windows are closed
and stop up any 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.

Good God, what are we going to do?

What'll HE do?
He'll smash me to pieces!

He wouldn't do anything to 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.

Dites a ce monsieur
que je suis occupee.

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.

SHE SCOFFS

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

Does Christopher
have a girl in this town?

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?

SHE LAUGHS

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 General's tea party. Wait for me.

I won't look like I can't
find a man to escort me.

Campion will send me to the trenches
if it looks like that.

Do 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
round the world in my shift.

No, you wouldn't.

You're just wanting
to make him squeal.

For that I'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 Monsieur 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's the giddy limit?

IN FRENCH:

Well, why do you treat her
so damnably?

Sir, I don't have to
discuss my private life..

I mean, 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. Good.

Sir, if I may trouble you...

CONVERSATION INAUDIBLE

Well, 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 3,000 men

I'd despatched to the front lines
three hours earlier.

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

Sorry.

I've forgotten how...

..how to be at peace, I 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 I going?

You're going to the station
and think yourself lucky.

I will.

You've been sweet.

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

Come on, hurry up.

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.

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...

SHE SHRIEK

THE GIRLS LAUGH

MUSIC PLAYS

Captain Tietjens.

I got your report on
the Canadian prisoner.

I must say, marking "case explained"
on a charge sheet I 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?

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

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

General O'Hara.

Just had the pleasure.

What have you been doing?

Since I saw you? Let me think.

Well, I have inspected
2,934 toothbrushes,

most of which were clean,

as the soldiers use their
button-brushes for their teeth,

to keep their toothbrushes clean
for inspections.

So you betrayed me with a battalion!

You want a brandy? I'll ring down.

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

I think I would, you know.

EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE

It's sheer cheek putting a gun
where people of quality

might be wishing to sleep
or converse.

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

I've brought a few letters for you.

Two from Mrs Wannop,

who doesn't realise her daughter
is your mistress,

and one from your brother, Mark,
which begins,

"Your bitch of a wife
came to see me".

You should read that first,
it's what I came to see you about.

Thank you.

The War Office brilliantly
sent it on to the flat.

I've always understood
that your idea of a marriage

is that a husband and wife
should be able to read
each others' letters. Of course.

I'll go...

EXPLOSIONS AND GUNFIRE

KNOCK AT DOOR

Monsieur. Thank you.

What is it?

The draft has been brought forward.

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

It's ridiculous
that a man of your ability

should be at the beck and call

of a lot of gaga old fools
like the one 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.

I'm sorry you felt you had to come
all this way 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.

That means you don't intend
to live there yourself.

Or you intend to get killed.

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

It darkens the drawing room
and the rooms above.

At last I changed
the expression on your face.

I haven't the slightest intention
of getting killed.

But it's not really up to me.

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

Your brother refers to me
as "that whore".

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
I 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 I 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.

SHE SCOFFS

Look what 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...

SHE LAUGHS

What's going on?

Get into bed.
I didn't see who it was.

Potty, I expect.
I'd forgotten 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!

You assaulted an officer.

Are you drunk?
By God, I'll have you for that!

If you do not take
General O'Hara away,

I will order you to arrest him
for drunkenness.

Consider yourself under arrest!
Return to your quarters!

SHE LAUGHS

Well! What a lark!

I am under arrest.

Why must you...?
Everywhere you go..

Oh, Potty asked for it.

I'm sure he did.

I asked for it, too.

Sylvia, I...

I'm so sorry.

SIREN WAILS

THE BAND PLAYS

'He said they could have
as much coal as they wanted

'at 1914 pithead prices.'

I notice, Captain Tietjens,

that 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
that there is no provision

for fire-extinguishers for Dominion
troops under an Imperial officer.

So, I 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 round 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 you're given an order
to perform a duty.

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

Oh, I couldn't possibly!

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

It's impossible to believe anything
against... 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 round
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
and tell Sergeant Case

to report to my quarters
at the double. 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 the 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 round
the cook-house in 15 minutes.

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

The General
likes to see them in white.

He won't know white clothing
has been countermanded, sir.

If you do that, one of your cooks

will tuck a dirty piece of clothing
into a locker

where the General will find it.

Yes, sir, there's always one
piece of clothing left in a locker

for 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!

Sit down.

Captain Tietjens, I 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 am requesting General Perry
to give you the appointment

of second-in-command of
the VIth Battalion of his regiment.

What's your medical category?

Permanent base, sir.
My chest is rotten.

I should forget that if I were you.

The second-in-command of a battalion
has nothing to do

but sit about in armchairs waiting
for the colonel to be killed.
If you say so, sir.

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 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 Colour-Sergeant.

Reduced to the ranks.

20 years ago, that must be.

God help you, Chrissie,
there's nothing else I 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, dammit, the commander
of the 9th 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 will see the unfavourable
inclusion is initialled

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 that 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'm responsible

to the damnable theories
of Lieutenant Hotchkiss!

It looks as if you WILL die
on that account.

There was a request from your
brother, Mark, through Room G14-R

of the War Office that you be given
command of the horse lines

of the 19th Division,

but the 19th Division's
attached to Fourth Army now,

and it's Fourth Army horses
that Hotchkiss is to play with.

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

Yes, 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 1912!

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.

MARCHING BAND STRIKES UP

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

I hope you had a good visit, Miss.

Very good, thank you.

Did the draft get off, do you know?

It did, Miss. Captain Tietjens'
draft, at five o'clock.

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

I should say so!
I'm the Captain's lady.

What do you think it's like,
when you know this is it? Death!

You are surely not in love with
Christopher? You mustn't be.

Every word Christopher Tietjens
and I ever said to each other

was a declaration of love.

GUNFIRE
You feel no pain.

But if my husband thinks
he can throw me over for that

scrub-faced ladies' champion
of the regular bowel movement...

He's the only man
who perhaps wouldn't.

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