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GOODBUY, MR. CHIPS

TO SIDNEY FRANKLIN... FOR HIS CONTRIBUTION

IN THE PREARATION OF THE PRODUCTION... GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEGMENT

# Let the years pass, but our hearts will remember

# School days at Brookfield that ended too soon

# Fight to the death in the mire of november

# Last wicket rattles on evenings in june

# Gray granite walls that were gay with our laughter

# Green of the fields where our feet used to roam

# We shall remember whate'er may come after

# Brookfield, our mother, and Brookfield, our home

To the honored memory of Jonathan Brookfield,

"who hath founded Brookfield school

"to the glory of god

"and the promotion of piety and learning,

in the year of our lord 1492."

1492.

The year that Columbus discovered America.

Brookfield school.

One can almost feel the centuries.

True. - Gray, old-aged,

Dreaming over a crowded past.

We're in the heart of England, mr. Jackson.

It's a heart that has a very gentle beat.

Ahh. There's the special train.

In 15 minutes, the heart of England's going to have slight palpitations.

Get out, you beast! It's mine!

Assembly!

Hurry up now! Assembly!

Assembly! Assembly!

Carrie Primus.

Danvers. - Denville.

Darby.

Good afternoon, boys. - Good afternoon, sir.

You may sit down.

Well, here we are, at the beginning of another school year,

one which I sincerely hope will be a credit to Brookfield.

We require not only to win the matches against Millfield and Sedbury,

But also, if it's not troubling you too much,

some fairly decent results in examinations.

However, I have a small disappointment for you.

Perhaps you're aware of it already.

For the first time in 58 years,

Mr. Chipping has been unable to attend first day assembly.

Chips... you'll allow me to refer to him as Chips,

seeing that 37 years ago this autumn,

he gave me a thrashing for sheer bone laziness.

Well, Chips has a cold.

And a cold can be quite a serious thing for a young fellow of 83.

So dr. Merivale has ordered him to stay at home.

It was quite a battle.

But our old friend was finally induced to surrender,

and he is now sitting, under violent protest,

by his own fireside.

Oh! Ooh!

Oh, sir! Sorry, sir! - What is this, a scrimmage?

No, sir. I'm looking for assembly.

Are you? So am I. Hang onto my tail. Come on.

Locked out!

Well, I'll be...

We'll have to wait. That's all there is to it.

So, you're a stinker, eh?

A stinker, sir? - A new boy. That's what we call them here, stinkers.

What's your name? - I'm Dorset, sir.

The duke of Dorset? I taught your father.

He was always late. Always late.

Oh, look here.

JOHN CHARLES BOSWORTH DUKE OF DORSET 1650

Ancestor of yours. - Yes, sir.

SIR FRANCIS DRAKE 1552

Drake! Was he here, sir? - Yes.

Was he a stinker, too, sir? - To be sure he was.

He grew out of it, and so will you.

Are you a master, sir? - I was a master, once.

I've taught thousands of boys, right back to 1870,

but I gave it up 15 years ago.

I say! You must be terribly old, sir!

Well, I'm certainly no chicken.

Ha, ha, ha. No chicken.

# In the mire of november

That's the school song.

Oh.

It's a beautiful song. - Yes, sir.

# Green of the fields where our feet used to roam

# We shall remember

# whate'er may come after

# Brookfield, our mother

# and Brookfield, our home

Sir Chipping, we weren't expecting you, sir.

Good afternoon, Martin. - Good afternoon, sir!

My governor has to be leaving, sir.

He's going to send you some grouse.

Oh, thank you, Grayson. I shall appreciate that, very much.

Where did you go for the hol, sir?

I just stayed at home.

Awfully glad to see you, sir.

Thank you, Mills.

The head said you couldn't come, sir.

Couldn't I? Hmmph!

How do you do, sir?

Collingwood? Goodness, you look more like your father everyday.

Good afternoon, sir. This is my brother.

Miller? Miller secundus, eh? - Yes, sir.

Do they starve you at home, Miller?

Hello, sir. - Hello, Morgan!

Still growing out of your trousers?

Your grandfather's trousers were short, like that.

Runs in the family, you know.

Morgans are always 3 inches ahead of their trousers.

Chipping!

Why, Chipping.

Sorry I'm late. Interference, intereference, the first time for 58 years.

I thought I told you to stay indoors.

A lot of namby-pamby nonsense. I'm as sound as a bell,

no thanks to you.

Ridiculous old man. Isn't hi is, Dotage.

Mr. Jackson, this is mr. Chipping.

I thought so, sir.

This is mr. Jackson, our new history master.

Now you can say you've shaken hands with Chips of Brookfield school.

Mustn't let the honor turn your head.

Well, here we are.

Won't you come in?

I'm sorry. I must be getting along, sir. I've got to unpack.

It's lower-school prep at 6:00. - Oh, of course.

That's always the new master's fate.

It's a bit of an ordeal, isn't it?

Well, I found it so when I started in 1870.

You found difficulty with the boys?

But seeing you just now-

It took time. Too much time.

You seem to have found the secret in the end.

Hmm? What? The secret?

Oh, yes, in the end... but I didn't find it myself, Mr. Jackson.

It was given to me... by someone else.

Someone else.

Mr. Jackson, when you go into class tonight

to take evening school for the first time,

remember you're not the first master who stood there and felt afraid.

Good night. - Thank you, sir. Good night.

Oh, do come in, sir. Standing out there in the cold!

Alright, alright. - There's quite a wind.

Mrs. Wickett, I can do that myself. - Really, sir. Not so much as a scarf.

You don't seem to show good sense.

Wait till the doctor hears about this.

He has heard about it, from me.

I gave him a piece of my mind.

Why don't you sit down by the fire.

What you want is a nice cup of hot tea.

I'll wait a bit. Some of the boys might drop in.

Well, I have to pop out for a minute.

Everything's ready for your tea.

And a cake? Eh? - Oh, yes, there's a cake.

I wonder how many of them those boys have eaten

since you first came to lodge here.

Letting them gorge you out of house and home.

Last term, 26 Iced cakes,

200 rock cakes, 156 bath buns...

Enough of your loathsome statistics, woman!

Go about your business. Go on.

They ought to feed the boys better.

You remember how you used to starve them when you were under matron.

All that was a very long time ago.

Things is different now.

A long time ago.

Yes.

A long time...

Things are different now.

Chips of Brookfield.

Discipline, mr. C hipping.Discipline.

Harper. - Hazlitt.

Hatfield. - Hatherly.

Hawtrey.

Hensley. - Henson.

Hetherington.

Special edition!

French defeated at Sedan!

Ticket.

Brookfield special. First train.

You're in this carriage, Gregory. In you get, boys! Come on.

Exuse me. In you get. Come along. In you get.

Excuse me. Are you mr. Bingham? - Yes.

Well, I'm mr. Chipping, the new master. - Oh, yes.

Can I be of any assistance? - Not now, I've just finished...

Martin! Where's martin?

Martin! - Martin!

Martin! - Martin! - Martin!

Martin! - Martin! - Here he is!

I'm sorry. The horse in our cab fell down.

Gerald's chest protector, mr. Bingham.

He's had whooping cough. There are 2 of them.

One on, and one in the wash. - All right, mrs. Martin. In here, Martin.

Better get in, mr. Chipping. - Excuse me.

Take your seats!

Thank you... boys.

Thank you.

Sorry, sir.

And where did you spend your holidays?

Margate. The ladies bathe in the sea.

The men have to keep off the beach

for half an hour every morning while the ladies go in.

We used to watch off the top of the cliffs with a telescope.

There's been a whopping big battle in France.

The emperor surrendered. - The emperor's a funk.

I bet you the prussians win. I'll bet you a tizzy the french win.

I bet you they don't. I bet you the prussians march into Paris!

My papa goes to Paris. - And so does my uncle.

He says Paris is a gay old spot.

The french eat frogs! - Frogs? Blecch!

Say, there's a balloon! - Where? Where?

There she goes! - Shove over! Let a fellow see!

Oh, stop shoving.

Oh, look! There are two people in it! He's dropping the sand.

I bet I could go higher than they are.

I bet you'd flunk it. - I bet I wouldn't.

I wonder where he's going. - So does he!

Cheer up.

I'm new, too.

It's not easy to begin with.

What did he do, slap him? - Kicked him, most likely.

Here we are. Mind your head.

I used to have this room.

You'll find the draught from this window will give you a stiff neck.

What are you looking at? Is something going on?

It's just as I Imagined it.

You know it means everything to me, to come to Brookfield.

I suppose you felt the same way.

I'll get on. I know I will.

Headmaster at Brookfield. That's something worth working for.

Ever done any teaching before?

Hmm? - Have you ever done any teaching? - Oh, no, no.

Come in.

Your bag, mr. Chipping.

And the headmaster will see you now, sir.

Oh, thanks. My gown.

I mustn't keep him waiting, must I?

Bit of a terror, isn't he?

Look out, you chaps, the old boy,

Trotting out the new man.

Gentlemen, this is your new colleague, mr. Chipping.

How you do? - How you do? - I want you to show mr. Chipping the ropes.

As is customary, he's taking lower school for preparation.

Good evening, mr. Chipping.

Lower-school prep, eh?

It's always the new master first day.

You mustn't let them rag you.

Take a quiet look around for drawing pins in your chair.

Or rat traps in your desk.

Thanks, I shall pay attention.

Are you athletically inclined, mr. Chipping?

Not that they ever become violent. I mean, they don't carry weapons.

You mustn't take any notice of these fellows.

The boys are a bit restless the first day.

New masters are an exciting blood sport with them, but to...

The bell. - You'll have to hurry.

Good luck, mr. Chipping. - We'll keep our fingers crossed for you.

Thank you very much. - Oh, mr. Chipping...

The headmaster has your home address, naturally... just in case?

Have you seen him? What's he like?

Oh, new masters are always smelly.

He's coming! - Sit down!

Your cap, sir!

I'll get it for you, sir!

No, sir, let me!

I'll pick it up!

That will do, thank you! Thank you!

You hear what I say? Go back to your places!

Give it to me!

It's a bit battered, sir. - Should be more careful, sir.

Do you lose your cap very often?

Give that to me!

It's awfully dusty, sir. I'll see to it for you.

It won't take a second, sir.

Give that to me!

What's your name? - Colley, sir.

Colley, go back to your place.

Go on, go back to your places, all of you.

Go back to your places. - Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

You will employ the hour in writing an essay

on the book you were given to read during the holidays.

I understand this was Kingsley's Westward Ho!

If you're in any difficulty, I shall be pleased to answer questions.

Thank you, sir. - Thank you, sir.

Sir. - Well, what is it?

Is a pencil all right, sir? - Of course not, you Idiot!

Silence! Silence! I'll have no more of it!

No more silence, sir?

Sir.

Who was queen Elizabeth's husband, sir?

She didn't have a husband.

Surely you know what she was called. - No, sir. What, sir?

Well, she was called the vir... She was called the... never mind.

Oh, sir. Please, sir. - Please, tell us, sir.

Get on with your work!

Sir, who was Cadiz?

Who was Cadiz?

Who was Cadiz?

Cadiz is a town in Spain. - Of course, you ass!

Isn't he an ass, sir? - Don't listen to him.

May I kick him, sir? - Quiet, please! Quiet!

I think we get on with our work! - Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

Well, is a pencil all right, sir? - I don't care what you use!

Only please get on with your work! - Yes, sir! - At once, sir!

Sir, how do you spell armada?

Can anyone enlighten this boy?

Yes, sir. A-M-A-R-D-A. - No, no, no.

A-M-A-D-A!

A-R-M-D-A!

A-M-A-D-A-R-A! - No! A-M-A-R-D-A!

Silence! Do you hear me? Silence! - Silence! Silence! Didn't you hear?

Shut up, you lunatic!

Boys, do you hear me? Sit down! Be quiet!

Sit down, boys!

Who did that, sir? I'll kill him for you, sir!

Colley!

What is this?

What is happening?

Mr. Chipping!

I'm... I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I...

It is just 18 years ago this term

since I had occasion to cane the entire lower school.

The young gentlemen of that day came honestly by their punishment.

I think I can say the same for you.

You will present yourselves at my study tomorrow afternoon,

in alphabetical order, at intervals of three minutes starting at 15:00.

I believe I can promise you that I have lost none of my vigor!

I think you better come see me after prayers. - Yes, sir.

Our profession is not an easy one, mr. Chipping.

It calls for something more than a university degree.

Our business is to mold men. It demands character and courage.

And above all, it demands the ability to exercise authority.

Without that, I think any young man should ask himself seriously...

if he has not perhaps mistaken his vocation.

No, sir... - When a man is young, mr. Chipping,

there are many other walks of life open to him.

I hope you don't mean that I should resign, sir.

I'd sure be very reluctant to do that, sir.

It means everything to me to come to Brookfield.

I'll get on. I know I will. Please give me the chance to prove it, sir.

Mr. Chipping, I am willing to forget the incident,

But will those boys forget it?

You're going to have to face them again.

That will take courage. Moral courage.

However, If you care to make the try... - Thank you, sir.

I shall watch your progress with interest.

Thank you, sir. I'm deeply grateful.

Hello, Chipping.

I hear the boys gave you a rough time.

They will not do it again, mr. Bingham, I assure you.

Before we leave,

I want to wish our cricket 11

The best of luck against Sedbury this afternoon.

This year Sedbury claims to be sending us the finest team

that ever came out of a very fine school.

Well, we shall give them a hearty welcome.

We shall give them a big tea,

But I venture to predict... we shall not give them the cup.

Ha, ha, ha ha.

The boys are unusually quiet.

What does it mean?

Something has occurred. What is it?

Well, sir,

It's no business of mine, but... - I think, sir, perhaps I can explain.

You, Mr. Chiping? - Yes, sir.

I'm keeping my class in this afternoon, sir.

That means Maynard, our best player... - Please, mr. Shane.

As a matter of fact, sir, I'd entirely forgotten about the cricket match.

Forgotten? - Yes, sir.

And my attention was brought to the fact

by my class in such an insolent manner

that I thought it inadvisable to go back on my decision.

You observe the effect on the entire school?

I do indeed, sir. It's most regrettable.

Go on, run it out! Run! Run!

No, no! Get back, you ass! - Get back! Get back!

Out!

We've lost.

Bad luck, Maynard. - Colley...

Oh, all right, sir.

Sedbury has beaten us. We've lost the cup.

It's not just us, it's the whole school!

We know you don't care how the fellows feel.

Perhaps you don't want to be liked. Perhaps you don't mind being hated!

Boys.

I should like to say that my judgment, in the first place,

was hasty and ill-advised.

And no one regrets more than dr. Wetherby

that my authority had to be upheld.

If I've lost your friendship, there's little left that I value.

You may go.

Latton. - Lemare.

Higbottom. - Miller.

Mitchell.

Wagstaff. - Wallington.

Walters primus. - Walters secondus.

# Lord, dismiss us

# With thy blessing

# Thanks for mercies

# Past received

# Pardon all

# Their faults confessing

# Time that's lost may all retrieve

# May thy children

# Ne'er again

# Thy spirit grieve

# A... men

Almighty father.

Thou who hast watched over us and protected us here at work,

Grant that the holidays ahead

may be to us a source of rest and refreshment

and that we may employ the happy time of leisure

with grace and wisdom,

to the greater glory of Thy son, our Lord.

Amen. - Amen.

Sorry, sir.

Where are you going to spend the holidays?

Have a good holiday, Matthews.

Thanks awfully, sir. - Where are you going?

Folkstone, sir. - Oh! - Hey, Johnson, wait for me!

Mr. Chipping.

You remember me?

Hargreaves.

Of course i remember you.

You've grown, you know.

Do you remember the first day we met?

In the train? - Oh, I remember, yes.

You told me to cheer up and I nearly drowned you in tears.

It was my first term as well, I believe If you hadn't started first,

I should have done the crying myself.

I heard you were leaving here a few years ago.

Yes, I was going to leave. I was going to be

A classics master at Harrow, but it just didn't happen.

Uh, perhaps I shouldn't mention it,

I rather expect to be housemaster next term.

Woodward is leaving.

Oh, that's splendid! Congratulations! - Thank you.

Well, I suppose I'm keeping you from your packing.

Goodbye, mr. Chipping. - Goodbye, Hargreaves.

Glad to have seen you.

Well, here we are.

Now who will have a piece? Raimon.

Thanks, Staefel.

Ogilvie?

Hello! Cake? Where did you get that, Staefel?

It was a present from my german class.

I can't understand these english boys.

The whole term, they behave to me like 50 devils.

Then today, they make me a speech,

They give me a cake, and I, I burst out of tears.

into tears, Staefel. In english... - Shut up, Ogilvie. The term's over.

Ah, Chipping. Cake?

That's very nice of you. Thank you.

Mind If I borrow this for the train?

H.G. Wells. Never heard of him.

It's his first. He'll never come to anything. He's too fantastic.

Where will you go off on your holidays? - Harrogate, - He always does.

Hello, Jenks. Have yourself a piece of cake.

You will have your little joke.

The headmaster's compliments, sir,

And he'd like to see you in his study, immediately.

I say, I'll bet that's about taking over Woodward's house.

Congratulations, Chipping.

Thank you.

You certainly deserve it, Chipping, after all this time.

It's quite a surprise, if it's true, though mind you I had rather hoped.

But... Oh, I best get along. - Well, good luck. - Good luck, Chipping.

See, Chipping.

I knock on wood for you.

Thanks. Thanks.

I expect you've guessed why I wanted to see you, mr. Chipping.

Well, I... - Sit down. - Thank you.

Mr. Woodward's retirement leaves a house mastership vacant.

Yes, sir. - You are the senior master,

and normally the vacancy would go to you.

That is why I feel that in fairness to you I should tell you personally

why the governors and I decided to appoint mr. Wilkinson.

We felt that with your unusual gifts

of getting work out of the boys,

that you'd rather concentrate on teaching,

leave the rather tiresome job of housemaster

to someone with special gifts in that direction.

I understand, sir.

Though I doubt mr. Wilkinson will ever turn out as many

minor latin poets as you have.

I quite understand, sir.

Yes. I thought you would.

You're just off for the holidays, mr. Chipping?

Yes, yes. To Harrogate.

Oh, you are.

Have a pleasant time. - Thank you.

Goodbye, mr. Chipping.

# No more cane to make me squeak

# No more german, no more french

# No more latin, no more greek

# No more cane to make me squeak

# No more german, no more french

# No more standing on the bench

# No more latin, no more greek

# No more cane to make me squeak

# No more german, no more french...

# No more latin, no more greek

# No more cane to make me squeak

# No more german, no more french

# No more standing on the bench

# No more latin, no more greek

# No more cane to make me squeak

# No more german, no more...

May I come in? - Oh, yes. Do.

It's got dark, hasn't it?

Chipping, I hear... Is it true that wilkinson... - Yes, it's true.

I'm sorry. - Thank you, Staefel.

I won't say I'm not disappointed, because I am. There it is.

Forgive my bursting in.

Yes, of course.

The fact is, I wanted to make a suggestion.

I planned a walking tour to my old country,

through Tyrol to stadtschlaining to Vienna.

Do come with me.

Me, go abroad? - But you'll like it, I'm sure.

You like to climb, you say. The country's beautiful...

Yes, definitely, it's very good of you, but I'm afraid it's out of the question.

But why? Tell me that.

Well, for one thing I booked my rooms at Harrogate.

Harrogate, Harrogate. Must you always go to Harrogate?

Well, I dare say, I am in need a change, but...

But you don't care for my company.

Oh, no, no, Staefel. I should be very glad.

As a matter of fact i often feel quite lonely.

There is no more to be said. It is settled.

But, my dear Staefel- - I arrange everything!

We meet on the train tonight.

Pack yourself, Chipping. Pack yourself. - Staefel, listen!

Bye, Schnitzel. Have a good time. - Thank you, I shall.

And Chipping is coming with me, too.

What, old Chipping going abroad?

He isn't old if he can climb. - Don't break your necks!

Such a heavy mist.

That is strange, So early in the year.

Does he know anything of climbing, the english gentleman?

He hasn't climbed for years.

Is it safe, do you think?

But, if he stops still he will be well enough.

If he's foolish enough to start climbing down,

there are bad places.

This is a nice business. I could be here all night.

Hello!

Hello!

Good heavens! A woman.

Hello!

Hello!

Are you in danger?

Well, upon my word.

In memory for one who lost his life here

Hello! - Hello.

I can't see you. - Here I am.

Hello there. I thought I heard a voice.

Are you all right? - Yes, quite. Thanks.

The mist's a nuisance, isn't it? - You're not in any danger?

No. Do you mind?

No, of course not, but... - You shouldn't be moving about,

You know. it's very foolish of you.

Foolish? But I heard your call. I thought you were in some difficulty.

Don't tell me you climbed up here to rescue me!

Well, as a matter of fact I did.

Now, really, I should be very angry with you. Supposing you'd fallen.

I've never heard of such utter stupidity!

Where were you? - On the gamsteig.

And you climbed up in that mist to rescue me!

Well, I'm probably a better climber than you are.

Well, what were you screaming about? - I wasn't screaming.

I just let out a shout at random.

So that was why.

When I think that road might have been paved with your good intentions.

Really, it was idiotic of you.

And rather wonderful. - Not at all.

Well, anyway, I'm glad you came. It was going to be very lonely.

Won't you sit down?

This is quite comfortable,

As rocks go.

Thank you.

My name is Chipping.

Mine's Ellis. Katherine Ellis.

Won't you have a sandwich? I've got loads here.

This one is... ham. - Thank you.

I ate mine early. I am rather hungry.

I'm sorry I wasn't in any danger.

It was rather inconsiderate of you.

Ha, ha, ha!

What are you doing alone on the mountain?

isn't it rather unusual for a young lady?

Well, I'm not usually alone. I have a friend at the inn.

Oh? So have I. We're on a walking tour.

Really? We're bicycling.

Bicycling? Through Austria?

Uh-Huh.

Good heavens.

I didn't know ladies rode those awful things.

I'm afraid so.

With one leg on each side of the saddle?

Well, you don't Imagine I ride sidesaddle, do you?

What happens to your... dress?

Oh, they breed female bicycles now, didn't you know?

Ladies riding bicycles.

I don't approve of all this rushing around on wheels.

The other day a man passed me in a cloud of dust.

He must have been doing 15 miles an hour.

You know humans beings were never intended to go that speed.

I suppose you think I'm old-fashioned.

I like men to be old-fashioned.

Have another? - You're sure?

Thank you.

We'll reserve these for emergencies.

It's chilly, isn't it? - Oh, I say, I should have thought of it.

I'm so sorry. Here. Do have this.

Now, I'm rather too warm... - I wouldn't think of it.

You must have it, really, I insist.

Well, look here, why don't we share it? It's big enough for both of us.

Dear heavens, no. Someone might see you.

Ont his mountain? What If they did?

But I don't need it. Really, I don't.

I insist.

Look, like this. Take hold of it.

There.

Don't worry.

We'll find your friend

As well as mine.

If a search party is going,

Then I insist on being a member.

But- That's final.

A penny for your thoughts.

Oh, as a matter of fact, i was thinking of you.

Kindly, I hope.

I see very little of ladies at Brookfield.

I was rather realizing what I've missed.

If I may say so, mr. Chipping,

The ladies have missed a great deal, too.

Oh, it's very kind of you, but I'm not a ladies' man.

Afraid of them?

Terrified.

Not of me, i hope.

No, not up here in the clouds.

Perhaps the altitude's gone to my head,

But If I'd met you at the inn-

Because I'm a strong-Minded female

Who rides a bicycle and wants to vote?

No, no, no. On the contrary.

Because- Because?

Well, because you're so very nice-Looking,

I think, and charming.

So are you, mr. Chipping, frankly.

Good heavens, no one has ever called me that!

Ha, ha, ha!

What extraordinary Ideas come into one's head up here.

It's the altitude.

Do you experience a sort of exhilaration?

Definitely.

As though we owned the mountain?

To put it mildly.

We're pretty superior persons.

We're gods!

Up here, there's no time,

No growing old, nothing lost.

We're young.

We believe in ourselves.

We have faith in the future.

It must be the altitude!

Do you suppose a person in middle-Age

Could start life over again

And make a go of it?

I'm sure of it,

Quite sure. It must be

Tremendously interesting

To be a schoolmaster.

I thought so once.

To watch boys grow up

And help them along,

See their characters develop

And what they become when they leave school

And the world gets hold of them.

I don't see how you could ever get old

in a world that's always young.

I never really thought of it that way.

When you talk about it,

You make it sound exciting and heroic.

It is.

And the schoolmaster...

Is he exciting and heroic, too?

I've met only one,

A reckless person

Who climbed the glockner in a mist to-

Oh, look!

The mist is lifting!

We can go down now.

Yes.

I'm almost sorry.

Oh, it was an adventure,

Wasn't it?

It was.

Well, back to reality!

I see them! They're together!

You are right!

Hello!

It's Kathy! Oh, thank heaven!

And to the special health

Of the hero of the mist,

The hochwohlgeboren herr von Chipping.

Herr von Chipping!

Servus!

But I did nothing, nothing at all.

Modest fellow!

The minute I let him out of my sight,

He becomes a hero!

That's nonsense. This is absurd.

I merely-

You were wonderful and I'm going to kiss you.

My dear young lady, really, I'm at a loss.

Miss Ellis, I'll say good night.

I hope you'll get enough rest.

Good night, why?

I'm rather tired. I think I'll go to bed.

To bed? Ach, nein.

Er will zu bett gehen!

Oh, no, no, no, no. I have food for you-

A goulash, strudel.

Perhaps you'll be good enough

To send something up to my room.

Good night, you wonderful man.

Thank you again. You were very kind.

Not at all. Good night.

Good night.

Good night, everybody.

Good night!

Let's have a song, franzen.

Something glee for the fraulein.

Thank you. That's sweet of you.

Katherine, what are you doing?

Looking at my mountain in the moonlight.

Haven't you thought you've seen enough of it?

It's going to be a rather thrilling memory

Back in Bloomsbury.

It's a pity your knight errant

Was such an old stick in the mud.

Flora!

Well, If he had been young and splendid looking,

Then you would have known you'd met your fate.

He isn't at all old, darling.

I think he's quite charming.

Kathy!

I mean it.

He's just shy, Flora,

And a little difficult to know perhaps.

I'm sorry for shy people.

They must be awfully lonely sometimes.

Ah, Chipping, you should have stayed.

It was quite a party.

I'm not much good at that sort of thing.

A pity. They wanted so much to give you an evening.

They did? I didn't understand.

I hope I wasn't rude.

Oh, no. They understood.

Miss Kathy asked me to say goodbye

And to thank you again.

Goodbye?

Yes. They're going away,

Early in the morning on their bicycles.

Well, I'm sleepy. Are you coming?

Yes.

You are so silent.

What are you thinking?

That was an very intelligent

Young woman, Staefel.

She was a very pretty one, Chipping.

I wonder If we might run into them again

On our travels.

Well, we must look out for two bright new bicycles.

Jawohl, mein herr.

English ladies, quite english.

It is them.

They're acquaintances of mine.

Will you give them my card, please?

Tell them I'd like to have a word with them.

Certainly, mein herr.

We're hardly dressed for ladies, are we?

Shall we not ask them to lunch with us?

I don't see any objection.

The ladies are here.

Is this the person?

Well, you stated that you knew me.

Madam, the fact is-

Did you or did you not inform the porter

That we were acquainted?

No, not exactly.

Not exactly. Did he or did he not?

Jawohl, meine frau.

Young man, what is your purpose in accosting us?

But madam, I had hoped-

You had hoped, huh?

Well, this isn't the first time

since we've left town that my companion and I

have been subjected to unwelcome attentions.

But I warn you, young man!

If I so much as set eyes on you again,

I shall place myself and my friend

under the protection of the british consul!

Why do they call it the blue Danube?

It looks brown to me.

There's a legend, you know.

Yes, the Danube is only blue

To the eyes of, well...

To people in love, you know.

Ah, so?

You surprise me.

Vienna's a pretty big city, isn't it?

Hmmm, pretty big.

Lots of tourists go there, I suppose.

Droves of them.

Chipping?

Hmm?

The Danube doesn't by any chance

look blue to you, does it?

What do you mean? What nonsense!

You do talk the most infernal rot sometimes,

Really, Staefel.

Only two weeks more.

It seems such a little while.

Oh, let's not think about the end until it comes.

It has been fun. And now Vienna.

Don't you hope it's gay and romantic?

Well, they say it is.

But then they said the Danube was blue.

But, Flora, dear. It is blue.

Wien, 10 minuten.

Thank you.

Miss Ellis, well!

And miss, oh- Well, of all the-

Well, how do you do?

Why, mr. Chipping.

And miss- How are you?

I'd just about given you up.

I hoped I'd might run into you.

And now we have. Yes.

We always seem to meet in a mist.

We do, don't we?

Bitte, bitte, mein herr!

Oh, yes, of course. I'm so sorry.

We'd better move on.

Staefel, I say, Staefel, look.

I found miss Ellis,

on the boat all the time.

Well, what a surprise.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Just think-It was in this very ballroom

that prince Metternich

drew up the treaty of the five kingdoms.

Nearly a hundred years ago.

Doesn't that Impress you?

I must confess, miss Kathy,

the historical significance of the ballroom

doesn't Impress me at all.

Whenever in days to come I think of this place,

And I shall think of it,

I shall say that's the place where I dined with-

Well, with you.

Thank you, mr. Chipping.

Tell me. are those two...

Do you think they're-

in love?

No.

Well, I wouldn't know.

Have you never been in love,

Mr. Chipping?

No. Oh, yes.

Yes, I was once.

Oh, I thought so.

Rather a long time ago.

I was 14 at the time.

She was the greengrocer's daughter.

And papa and mama intervened, I suppose?

Yes. So did the greengrocer.

A pity this all has to end tomorrow.

For us, but not for you.

You have three weeks more.

Oh, yes, yes. That's true, but...

It's been wonderful.

For me, too.

What will stand out in your memory?

Oh, I don't know.

Schoenbrunn and the emperor

driving by, the whipped cream,

the music.

What will you remember?

I really can't say.

Shall I tell you?

Can you?

The waltz you danced in Vienna.

The waltz I danced- What? When?

Tonight. Now.

Oh, but I couldn't possibly-I don't dance.

Good heavens, I haven't danced since my college days.

Are you turning me down?

in front of all these people?

Oh, no, no, no, it's quite out of the question.

Well, of course, If you'd really rather not.

It would have been fun just once

before going home.

Miss Kathy,

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

I shall be happy, mr. Chipping.

Himmel! Did I drink too much wine?

Liking it?

Loving it.

As much as you'd hoped?

And more. You're doing splendidly.

Now reverse.

Reverse?

Round the other way.

Evening dress is very becoming to you, mr. Chipping.

You approve? Heartily.

Wonderful, isn't it?

Reverse!

Miss Kathy,

a penny for those solemn thoughts.

I was thinking of tomorrows

and railway stations... and goodbyes.

I do hope you'll have a comfortable journey.

I hope so, too.

What time do you get to London?

Oh, I asked you that before, didn't I?

Yes. isn't saying goodbye awful?

Yes, it's awful.

You know it, I mean it- It's so-

Oh, it is. Very, very.

Rather a crowded train, isn't it?

You said that before, too.

Oh, did I?

It's saying goodbye, you know.

I know. it's awful.

Miss Kathy? Yes?

I wanted to say something to you-

Bitte platze nehmen.

Dear, it's time.

Come along, Kathy. Goodbye, mr. Chipping.

Can't you remember?

I just wanted to say you've made this

my most wonderful holiday of my life

And... Kathy!

You must go.

Goodbye, miss Kathy.

Goodbye, mr. Chips.

Miss Kathy!

Kathy!

Kathy! You kissed me!

I know. It was dreadful of me.

Oh, no, no. But do you... are we-

Oh, this is awful.

You'll have to marry me now, you know.

Do you want to?

Do I want to! Do you?

Dreadfully!

Goodbye, my dear.

Kathy! Oh, you can't go now!

Goodbye, my dearest.

Bye!

She's gone!

I don't know where she's gone.

I may never see her again.

I shouldn't worry, Chipping.

Miss Flora has selected the church already.

And I'm to be best man. My good fellow...

do you Imagine that we were both blind and deaf?

We are going to open a bottle of champagne

at the first cafe that we come to.

"Married at St. James' church, Bloomsbury,

"Katherine Mary,

"Only daughter of the late Henry Forbes Ellis,

To Charles Edward Chipping of Brookfield school."

Brookfield school? Chipping!

Chipping! It can't be!

See for yourself.

Hey, Staefel, you sly old dog,

Did you know about this?

Of course I know.

I suppose she's elderly?

I would hardly call her that.

She's plain as a post, I suppose.

My dear fellows, please, she's Chipping's choice.

Is it as bad as that?

No, no. Do I give a wrong Impression?

She's a good creature.

Her nose is perhaps a little, um, red.

Good gad! Does she drink?

No, no. it is only indigestion.

Well, I'm off. No, please.

I told Chipping to bring her in

to meet you this afternoon.

They will be here any minute.

You must be kind to her, for Chipping's sake.

He's bringing her here?

Well, he might have at least

had the good sense to keep

the good woman to himself!

Women aren't allowed in this room in any case.

Shh! I hear them.

Well, I must say,

this is a nice start for a term.

Congratulations!

Congratulations, Chipping.

Thank you. My wife would so like to meet you.

May I bring her in? We'll only stay a moment.

Kathy.

These are my colleagues-

Mr. Mccolloch, mr. Baucovy,

Mr. Raven, mr. Porter-Watson,

Mr. Hildersley, mr. Murdoch.

It's so nice to meet you all,

and just a little terrifying.

Well, won't you sit down?

Yes, yes. Do, do.

I'm afraid I oughtn't to break into a private room.

Not really.

It isn't at all private.

Why, Chips told me it was terribly private.

Chips?

Oh, my dear, I told you not to.

It's just a nickname she's given me.

Chips!

Why didn't we think of that?

You will stay and have some tea with us,

Mrs. Chips?

Well, thank you. I don't believe-

Oh, you must.

Well, then I'd better pour it out.

I'll get some more cups.

May I?

Thank you.

McCulloch doesn't drink tea.

Nonsense! Of course I do.

Can you see her? Is she old?

Shut up!

Can't hear a thing if you keep shoving me.

What's all this, you kids?

Mrs. Chipping's in there.

What's she like?

She's not much older than some of us,

and she calls him "Chips."

She's made him buy a new suit,

and have his moustache trimmed.

Poor old Chipping, it'll kill him.

Quick, they're coming!

Hello, sir.

Good evening.

Are these some of your boys, dear?

Yes. Hello, Mansfield, Winthrop-

Colley, sir.

There's always a Colley here.

And the rest of you, this is mrs. Chipping.

How do you do, mrs. Chipping?

I hope we're going to meet again soon.

in fact, I know we are.

Mr. Chipping wants to give a tea party

for his boys every sunday.

What's that you said?

So, I think it would be rather nice

If you boys started the ball rolling

by coming along next sunday.

Oh, thank you, ma'am.

You said 4:00, didn't you, dear?

Oh, yes, of course.

We shall look forward to it.

Good night.

Not bad, eh?

She's pretty.

Pretty, you ass? She's wonderful.

Now, Bullock, you don't mean to tell me

you can't find room for just one more muffin?

No, thank you, mrs. Chipping.

Last muffin means a handsome wife

and 10.000 a year, you know.

I should risk it for the sake

of the future mrs. Bullock.

Mrs. Bullock! Mrs. Bullock!

Martin, you hardly ate anything.

I'm in training, mrs. Chipping.

Martin's one of our best footballers.

He ought to get his colors next term.

Oh, really? Do you think we'll beat Sedbury?

We ought to.

The sedbugs are funks anyway.

The what, Mitchell? Sedbugs.

That's our name for them.

Oh, I see, and what do they call you?

The brookfleas?

Well, If you do win the match,

Mr. Chipping and I

Must give you a feast of victory.

You'll all have to wear vine leaves in your hair,

and eat your muffins lying on couches

Like the ancient romans.

I'm sorry to interrupt

your classical lesson, dear,

but there's the bell,

and these ancient romans

will be late for chapel.

I haven't enjoyed a party so much for ages.

You shall all come again soon.

Thank you.

Now don't be late for chapel,

Or you'll get us both in trouble.

We won't.

Thank you, mrs. Chipping.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

What a nice lot they are.

They certainly are when you get to know them like this.

But what authority I shall have in class

after these orgies?

10 times more because now

they'll look on you as a friend.

What a revolutionary you are.

Try one of those jokes

that you've always kept hidden away,

and see what happens.

No, Kathy. There's a limit, even to revolutions.

Julia Rehm, a woman,

survives generally of the plebian class.

Can anyone tell me what is the lex canuleia?

It was the law

that allowed patricians to marry plebians.

As a matter of fact, it was a very handy law,...

very handy, because if mr. Patrician

told miss plebs

he was very sorry he couldn't marry her,

after they'd made the lex canuleia,

she probably replied,

"Oh, yes, you can, you liar."

Ha, ha, ha!

Canuleia! Ha, ha, ha!

That's enough. That's enough.

That's enough. Thank you.

Bullock!

Ha, ha, ha!

It's very kind of you to show

such violent appreciation of my little joke.

But we mustn't return you to your parents

with broken blood vessels.

"Mr. Pickwick was sufficiently bored

"with mr. Potts enthusiasm

to apply his whole time to the..."

Lights out.

Are you taking dormitory inspection, Chips?

Yes. I shan't be long.

Chips!

Yes.

Cough before you come to number 11.

Now, Kathy, why?

Jones minor got a box from home.

Did you ever have a dormitory feast

When you were a little boy?

I do remember once,

But that's quite beside the point.

Is it?

Kathy, I sometimes think

You're trying to pull Brookfield down

Stone by stone.

Hmm, thought i heard a noise.

Must have been the cat.

# Lord dismiss us with thy blessing

# Thanks for mercies past received...

Merry christmas.

Bullock, go easy on the mince pies.

Say goodbye to mrs. Chipping.

I'm going to bring mrs. Chipping some silkworms.

Well, very nice. Thank you.

Mater hopes you come and see us

If you're in town, sir.

My uncle's taking us to the drury lane pantomine.

Oh, drury lane? Then you'll see dan leno.

I believe he's even funnier than I am.

Beg pardon, sir.

The headmaster says would you be good enough

To see him in his room.

At once?

Yes, sir.

Yes, of course.

Well, goodbye. I must go.

Goodbye, sir. Merry christmas.

What do you suppose the head wants with me?

There.

How do you think it looks, nellie?

Oh, it's ever so beautiful, mum.

Kathy! Kathy! Where are you?

I'm here, dear.

Kathy, such news!

They're making me housemaster.

Longhurst's leaving,

And the head's offering me his house.

Oh, darling! I'm so happy.

Not that it's any more than you deserve.

Longhurst, it's a lovely house.

It's 18th century, isn't it?

Yes, I believe so.

Holds a most Imposing library for you

And a greenhouse with a grapevine.

I think we ought to have lighter paint

in the hall. It's a little gloomy.

Now, now.

Oh, and the bedrooms are lovely.

And there's a little room

At the top of the stairs

I always thought would be perfect

For the nursery.

You always thought?

But of course, dear.

I was sure you'd be housemaster one day,

Just as I'm sure

That one day you'll be head.

I've been trying to make up my mind

Which of the houses i like best.

The presumption of the woman!

Imagine, longhurst will be called "Chipping's" now.

Chipping's?

Oh, of course. Yes.

Well, well.

Oh, I'm so proud.

I do believe you really meant it, too.

Meant what?

I might be headmaster one of these days.

My darling, you're a very sweet person

And a very human person

And a very modest person.

You have all sorts of unexpected gifts

And qualities, so unexpected

That you surprise even me with them.

Never be afraid that you can't do anything

you've made up your mind to.

As long as you believe in yourself,

you can go as far as you dream.

Certainly you'll be headmaster,

if you want to.

Don't move.

I've brought something for a celebration.

Max, what a lovely surprise.

It isn't every day that our friend

becomes a housemaster, and we haven't drank wine

since that evening in Vienna.

Do you remember? The beautiful blue Danube.

Well, the Danube would certainly be blue

for both of you tonight.

To herr von Chipping of Chipping's house,

and to frau von Chipping,

The most sweet lady in the world.

And to you, Max.

We shall never forget you.

What was it we said in the cafe

that night my hero rescued me?

Servus?

Servus.

Now you shall make a toast, miss Kathy.

What shall I say?

I know.

Max, Chips, to the future.

To the future.

Oh, yes, sir, and is it really true

that lady spiders eat their husbands?

With certain species, yes.

Better be careful not to marry a spider, Colley.

Well, thank you, sir.

We mustn't keep you, sir.

It was jolly decent of you

to explain it to us.

Can't think what boys are coming to.

April the first, and all they do is stand around

and ask silly questions about spiders.

Why, when I was their age,

a master's life used to be purgatory

on april fools' day.

Well, well, times are changing.

I must be off. See you at lunch.

Ha, ha, ha!

Is it over?

No. I'm afraid it's going to be a bad time, Chips.

I must go back at once. I just came down to tell you

We're doing everything, everything we can.

I'll come back again directly as possible.

It's best for you to stay here, old man.

Please.

What's all this?

Bring the postmark across this.

Then Chips won't notice.

It's an april fool for Chips.

You see, he'll think they're letters,

Only they're nothing but blank paper.

I don't see much in that.

That's the point. There isn't.

But Chips will see the joke.

He's pretty good at seeing jokes lately.

I say! Have you heard the news?

Chips is having a baby.

Mrs. Chips, you fool.

Just like old Chips, he would have a baby

on april fools' day.

Mrs. Chipping?

Yes, Nellie, and the baby, too.

I'll send the message

To the common room.

Someone else can take your class.

It's all right.

But, Chips, there's no need-

Please, sir.

There are a lot of letters for you.

Oh, thank you, Henley.

First of april, sir!

April fool, sir!

Will you turn to page 29?

Colley...

Colley, will you begin?

The roman ambassadors...

crossed...

from Carthage...

ah, yes, as it had been commanded to them...

into Rome...

into Spain...

in order that they might approach the state...

Owen.

O'Hara.

Pearson.

Pringle.

Pendennis.

Ewart.

Ellison.

Easton.

Eddington.

Fairbank.

Finch.

Fortescue.

I say, we've got one of those

New telephones at home.

Does it work? No.

Beddington.

Bickersteth.

Bell.

Did you hear those stinks

volunteered for South Africa.

Crikey! That's tough on the boers!

Smith.

Simpson.

I'm going to London

to see queen victoria's funeral.

Won't it seem funny having a king.

Lewis.

Livingston.

Logan.

Northrup.

Did you hear?

Some french chap's flown the channel.

What cheek!

Mansfield.

Maxwell.

Mend.

Mitchell.

Hey, boy, you! Come here.

Well, haven't you got a name?

Yes, sir.

Is it a secret?

No, sir.

It's Morgan, sir. Derek Morgan.

Oh, a Morgan, eh?

I might have known, trousers too short.

Morgans always grow out of their trousers.

Run along, run along.

Yes.

The head would like to see you

in his room, sir.

Oh, he would, eh? Thank you, Mills.

You'd better take over for me, will you?

Oh, you beast!

I'll kill you for that.

Hey! Hey! Boys! Boys! Get up!

Stop it! Stop it at once. Get up! Get up! Come on!

A disgraceful exhibition.

You, didn't anyone tell you to keep your hands up?

Keep them up. Keep 'em-

It's a wonder both eyes aren't closed.

You're a new boy, aren't you?

Yes.

What's your name?

Colley.

A familiar name at Brookfield.

My grandfather's sir John Colley,

Chairman of the school government.

He was a scrapper, too, your grandfather.

Caned him more than once.

But I'd do the same for you any time you need it.

What's your name?

Perkins, sir.

Oh, I gather, mr. Perkins,

You're engaged in the retail vegetable business.

Do your duties include brawling in public?

He called me a town cheese.

Well, he said I was a stuck-Up snob.

A town cheese? That was I'll... mannered.

Come on, shake hands. No more of this nonsense.

Come on, shake. I've got to get along.

Hurry up.

That's better.

If you managed to knock some sense into each other,

The afternoon hasn't been wasted.

Oh, come in, mr. Chipping.

Sit down.

Oh, thanks.

Mr. Chipping, have you ever thought

you would like to retire?

No. I've never thought about it.

The suggestion's there for you to consider.

I'm sure the governors would be prepared

to grant you an adequate pension.

But I don't want to retire.

I have no need to consider it.

In that case things are going to be a little difficult.

Difficult? Why difficult?

Do you want me to be quite blunt about it?

Oh, yes, yes. Of course.

Look at that gown you're wearing.

I happen to know it's a subject of amusement

to the whole school.

A year ago I told you that I wanted

the new style of latin pronunciation taught.

You totally Ignored it.

Oh, that? Nonsense, in my opinion, nonsense.

What's the good of teaching boys

To say kikero

When for the rest of their lives

They'll still say cicero,

If they say it at all.

instead of vicissim,

You'd make them say "we kiss 'em."

There you are.

I'm trying to make Brookfield

an up-To-date school

And you insist on clinging to the past.

The world's changing, mr, Chipping.

I know the world's changing, dr. Ralston.

I've seen the old traditions

dying one by one...

grace, dignity, feeling for the past.

All that matters here today

Is a fat banking account.

You're trying to run the school like a factory

for turning out money-making,

machine-made snobs.

You've raised the fees,

And in the end the boys who really belong

To Brookfield have been frozen out, frozen out.

Modern methods. intensive training.

Poppycock! Give a boy a sense of humor

And a sense of proportion,

and he'll stand up to anything.

I'm not going to retire. Do what you like.

I tell you

He told Chips he got to retire,

but Chips said he wouldn't.

I should think not.

Chips has been here hundreds of years.

He used to cane my father.

If Chips went,

the whole school would fall down.

I never heard such beastly rot.

What's all the rumpus?

It's about Chips.

Ralston wants to kick him out,

says he's got to retire.

What? Get rid of Chips? He just better try!

If he says another word to Chips, I'll kill him.

The governors don't want you to resign, Chips.

Brookfield wouldn't be the same without you,

and they know it.

You can stay here until you're 100

if you feel like it, and we hope you will.

Yeah. Yeah.

We do indeed.

Sir John, gentlemen...

It is good of you, John, it's good of all of you,

To take this trouble for an old man.

But before I avail myself of your confidence,

I should like to be able to persuade the head

that in these times,

Brookfield has need of both of us.

That's generous of you, Chips.

But will it work?

I'll see that it does.

I'm even going to teach my latin class to say kikero!

A few years of that, I'll have to retire.

Five years ago this summer,

when I was new to Brookfield,

I ventured to suggest to mr. Chipping

that it was time for him to retire.

I was as new as that.

I even persuaded him to replace

the venerable garment that had become

another Brookfield tradition.

Today, no one regrets

more sincerely than I do,

that he finally feels himself compelled

to take my hint.

I invite you all to join me in a toast...

to Chips of Brookfield!

To Chips of Brookfield!

School!

Three cheers for Chips.

Hip hip...

Hooray!

Hip hip...

Hooray!

Hip hip...

Hooray!

We all know that mr. Chipping's retirement

is a great loss to Brookfield,

but we hope he will have many long and happy years.

I'm not going to tell mr. Chipping

what we paid for the present,

because, well, that's rude.

I believe he'd like to know

that every boy in the school subscribed to it,

and every subscription was collected

without force of any kind.

Mr. Chipping, we want you to accept

this little token of esteem from the boys of Brookfield.

It's meant to keep biscuits in.

Boys of Brookfield,

I'm afraid wainwright has been guilty of exaggeration

in speaking of my services to Brookfield.

But then, of course,

he does come of an exaggerating family.

I remember I once had to punish his father for it.

I gave him one mark for latin translation,

And he exaggerated it into a seven.

I've seen a good many changes at Brookfield.

I remember so much

I sometimes think i ought to write a book.

What shall I call it?

Memories of rod and lines?

I may write it one day.

I may forget some things, but I never forget your faces.

If you come and see me in the years to come,

as I hope you will, you may see me hesitate.

You'll say to yourself,

"The old boy doesn't remember me."

But I do remember you, as you are now.

That's the point.

in my mind, you remain boys,

Just as you are this evening.

Sometimes when people speak of sir John Colley,

Our respected chairman of governors,

I think to myself-

"A jolly little chap with hair that sticks up,

and absolutely no idea of latin verbs."

Although I am resigning,

I shall still be near the school.

I shall live at mrs. Wickett's house

just opposite main arch.

Well, remember me sometimes...

I shall always remember you.

Haec olim meminisse iuvabit.

I need not translate it for you.

Well, good night, and thank you.

Glad you won't be too far away.

Oh, any time you need me.

I shan't hesitate.

And... Chips. Hmm?

When you write that book of yours,

remember in addition to all those boys you taught,

You managed to teach something

to at least one headmaster.

Goodbye.

Good night, Jenks.

We're all sorry to be losing you, sir.

Thank you, Jenks.

You know, sir, I always kind of thought

that you'd be headmaster here one day.

Did you?

Well, so did... someone else once.

Any news, Jenks?

Oh, nothing very much, sir.

An Austrian archduke's been murdered

in some foreign part.

Oh, dear. Well, good night, Jenks.

Good night, mr. Chipping, sir.

The Manchester regiment.

They're off to the front.

Isn't it exciting, sir?

Is it? I suppose it is.

I bet those tommies wish they had a band like ours.

There were sentries on every bridge at home.

My uncle saw the russians coming.

How did he know they were russian?

Easy, you ass.

They had beards and snow on their boots.

I say, Waterhouse has joined up.

Waterhouse?

Yes, sir.

But he only left last term.

How long do you think it will last, sir?

Why, Forrester?

Are you thinking of joining the army?

Well, I will as soon as they'll have me.

Oh, it'll all be over long before they do that.

I'm 16 and a bit, sir.

I know, Forrester,

but I'm afraid you won't have a chance.

It can't last. Stands to reason.

It's a question of weeks.

Sorry to disappoint you, Forrester.

Tonight adds to the roll of honor,

the names of 11 boys and one master of Brookfield

who have given their lives for their country.

John Forrester of the Northumberland fusiliers

killed while counterattacking the enemy

in the salient at ypres.

He left to join the army at the age of 17 1/2.

He moved up into the line on his second day in France,

and two days later was killed in action.

But I'm 16 and a bit, sir.

I know, Forrester,

but I'm afraid you won't have a chance.

Richard Kingsley of the Warwickshire regiment

fell leading a bombing raid upon the enemy trenches.

Kingsley was captain of the school in 1909

and entered Sandhurst.

Colley!

I wanted to see you.

I'm off to France on friday.

Martin Rutherford and John Passmore were friends.

They came here together in the same term.

They joined the flying corps together

and died upon the same day,

covering the infantry attack upon Delger wood.

So you see, uh, Helen's going to be rather lonely

while I'm out there.

I say, this is an awful thing to ask you.

Go on, Colley, please.

Well, um, she's going to live at Charborough.

The kid's nearly a year old now.

I'm just wondering, Chips,

would you run over and see her once in a while?

It's not far. I'd feel terribly happy

if I knew there was someone she could see now and then.

Of course, Colley.

It's awfully good of you, sir.

The address is here.

You're doing me a great honor.

Here's an old friend of yours, Chips.

You don't remember me,

Mr. Chipping, sir?

Why, bless my soul,

if it isn't the town cheese!

Perkins is my batman.

We're off to France together.

You're not fighting each other this time?

It's great bit of luck for me, sir,

Being with mr. Colley.

Well, goodbye to you both.

God bless you.

Don't worry about... you know.

I'll keep an eye on them both for you.

Thank you, sir. Goodbye.

My goodness, sir, you are late.

There's two gentlemen waiting for you,

and they're in a dreadful hurry.

We're going to give you a shock, Chips,

so you'd better hang onto your chair.

We're, um, we're going to be in a bad hole next year.

You know, half the masters have joined up,

and the substitutes are a pretty dreadful lot.

I know, I know, it's difficult.

And now the head wants to go himself.

If you feel equal to it, will you come back?

Me?

Yes. There's no man living

Who knows the school as you do.

Our governors want you

to take over the headmastership,

and to hold the fort until the war is over.

The headmastership?

Will you, Chips?

Yes. Yes, I'll come.

You were right, my dear.

I am headmaster after all.

I congratulate you, mr. Chipping.

Smart parade and a fine-looking lot of boys.

Thank you, general. Thank you.

Very Important, this O.T.C. work.

These lads are the officers of tomorrow.

I prefer to hope, general,

that tomorrow never comes.

Burton, I understand

You've been Impertinent and disobedient to mr. Smith.

I've written the lines he's given me.

I've done the punishment.

Providing you do the punishment,

You think yourself entitled

to play stupid practical jokes, is that it?

Sit down.

I want to know the reason why you do this kind of thing.

I do it because

the whole crowd of masters here

are a lot of weak-kneed women.

They're not in the army

because they're not fit or too old,

or too frightened.

They get it back on us by being tyrants.

Before you go on with your interesting speech,

get over that chair.

Get over that chair!

Get up.

Sit down.

You'll find the armchair the most convenient now.

It didn't amuse me to do that, Burton.

Very soon now you'll be an officer in France.

You'll need discipline from your men,

and to get that,

you must know what discipline means.

So you despise the masters here,

because they're not young enough,

or strong enough to fight.

You might like to know

that every one of them has done his best

to join the army.

We take no men unless he has done that.

I'm headmaster simply because every man

fit to be headmaster is fighting in France.

I'm a wartime fluke.

A temporary officer risen from the ranks.

But I'm going to keep Brookfield together

until the war is over. You understand?

I didn't know that, sir, about the masters.

I'm sorry.

I thought you hadn't any good in you.

I shouldn't have bothered to tell you.

Are you going to stand in and do your share?

Of course I am, sir.

Look! There it is!

Look! Over there!

That's a cloud.

The guns! They must have spied it!

Out of this, you kids! Down to the lower school.

Put those blinds down.

Get to your places. Put them down.

Uh...

at this particular moment in the world's history,

it may seem to you that the affairs of Julius Caesar

in Gaul 2.000 years ago

are of somewhat-

somewhat secondary importance.

But believe me,

you can't judge the importance of things...

by the noise they make.

Is there anyone who would like

to volunteer to construe?

Maynard?

Yes, sir.

Turn to page 40,

and begin at the bottom line, will you?

"Genus hoc erat pugnae... "

This was the kind of fighting...

Quo se germani exercuerant... "

in which the Germans busied themselves.

You see?

These dead languages do come to life sometimes.

They were going at it hammer and tongs,

game as a pair of fighting cocks.

One of young Colley's eyes was closing.

"Keep your guard up," I said.

Yes, I can hear you.

Oh, dear. No more. No, thank you.

I always eat too much and I can't hear.

Young Colley,

That's a fine mess you've made.

This fellow must come to Brookfield, Helen.

Of course. The Colleys have gone to Brookfield

since queen Anne died.

Here, you precious little pig.

Peter asks after you in his letters.

We're even, then.

His letters to me are full of you.

Well, I must be off,

if I'm to catch that bus.

Oh, I'm afraid so. I'll get your coat.

Thank you.

Goodbye, young fellow. Don't choke yourself.

Aren't the colors marvelous this autumn?

I like thinking he'll be back before the leaves fall.

There's every hope, hope of peace.

Beats me how any fight could last so long

with a Colley in it.

Think of living without fear again,

without trembling at the sight of a letter or a telegram.

I try to Imagine him about the place again,

doing some commonplace thing...

working in the garden or washing the dog.

I can't Imagine I shall ever get used to the joy of it.

Surely, we shall never again

Take our happiness for granted.

Goodbye.

There's no one I'm so happy to see as you.

Goodbye, Helen. Next time I come

I'll expect to find the three of you.

There's that bus. Goodbye.

Hi, there!

From every point comes news of hope.

We can say at last without fear

that the end is in sight.

But even in victory, we have cruel news to bear,

losses that are the more tragic

because peace is so close at hand.

Peter Colley,

lieutenant in the Colstream guards,

was killed in action during a trench raid

on the night of november 6th.

He remained in full view of the enemy

in order to rescue his batman,

who had fallen fatally wounded.

Both men died before they could be brought in.

It's a great honor to Brookfield

that His Majesty the king

has posthumously awarded lieutenant Colley

the distinguished service order.

None of you here will remember Max Staefel.

He was german master at Brookfield

from 1890 through 1902.

He was very popular here.

He made many friends,

among whom I was proud to include myself.

I received a letter from Switzerland this morning

informing me that he had fallen

advancing with the Saxon regiment

on the 18th of october last.

The Saxon regiment?

Does he mean that he was fighting for the Germans?

Must have been.

Funny reading his name out with the others.

After all, he was an enemy.

One of Chips' ideas, I suppose.

He's got lots of funny ideas like that.

Yes, sir.

He should be just coming out of school now.

I expect him at any moment.

Hold the line, sir. Here is mr. Chipping.

From London, sir. Colonel Morgan.

Yes?

Oh, hello, Morgan. Yes?

Oh.

Yes. Yes, of course.

It was good of you to call me.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Pardon me, sir. Anything wrong?

Ask mr. Melford to be good enough to assemble

the whole school in big hall.

Boys, the war is over.

There isn't any answer.

Knock again.

What shall I say?

Say, "here I am, mr. Chips."

H... here I am, mr. Chips.

What on earth?

I can see you're there.

What is all this?

They told me you wanted to see me, sir.

Oh... so they told you, did they?

That's quite right.

I did want to see you.

Come along inside and have some tea.

Come along.

I've warmed the pot.

Would you fetch me the kettle?

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

So you're a new boy?

Yes, sir.

Name?

Colley, sir.

Young Peter Colley?

Why, yes, sir.

I knew your father.

Yes, sir. My father was here and my grandfather.

Yes, of course.

Uh... one...

Two...

And one for the pot.

All right. Pour away.

Steady, steady. Don't drown it.

Draw up that chair, will you?

Two lumps?

Please, sir.

Sit down.

There you are.

Have a piece of cake.

Here.

There you are.

Now...

Now...

What do you think of Brookfield?

Oh, it's big, sir.

You'll like it when you get used to it.

It's not half such an awful place

as it seems the first day.

Bit afraid of it, I expect?

A bit, sir.

So was I to begin with.

But that's quite a while ago,

63 years to be exact.

Try one of those sponge cakes.

Won't you come to see us someday, sir?

You'd like my mother. She's funny.

I mean, she makes quite good jokes.

She does, eh? I'm glad of that.

It's good to have a mother

that makes jokes.

I know those hills of yours quite well.

I was there one autumn

When the leaves were turning.

Beautiful colors-

Green and red and gold.

I'm afraid that's the bell

For call over. You'll have to go.

Oh, must I, sir? I'm sorry.

Just walk by the master and call your name.

Don't let it scare you.

Oh, it won't now, sir.

School doesn't seem half so bad

after that lovely tea.

You must come again one day, Colley.

Will you let yourself out, my boy?

I'm a little tired.

Yes, of course, sir.

Thanks, awfully.

Goodbye, mr. Chips.

Goodbye, mr. Chips.

Headmaster of Brookfield.

A-M-A-D-A.

Ainsworth.

Attwood.

Avenmore.

Hello!

The Danube would be blue for both of you tonight.

To the future.

First of april, sir. April fool!

Barnard, Bryant, Benson.

Killed in action.

Cooper, Craven, Castle, Colley.

Better send for the headmaster.

I promised to let him know.

Stop that bell tonight.

Mr. Chipping's very Ill.

Yes, sir.

Poor old chap.

He must have had a lonely life,

all by himself.

Not always by himself. He married, you know.

I never knew about that.

She died, a long while ago.

Pity...

Pity he never had any children.

What was that you were saying about me?

Nothing at all, old man.

Nothing at all.

We were just wondering

when you were going to wake up

out of that beauty sleep of yours.

Uh, I heard you. You were talking about me.

Nothing of consequence, old man.

I give you my word.

I thought i heard you saying

It was a pity...

Pity...

I never had any children.

But you're wrong.

I have.

Thousands of them.

Thousands of them.

And all... boys.

# Let the years pass, but our hearts will remember

# School days at Brookfield that ended too soon

# Fight to the death in the mire of november

# Last wicket rattles on evenings in june

# Gray, granite walls that were gay with our laughter

# Green of the fields where our feet used to roam

Goodbye, mr. Chips.

Goodbye.

# We shall remember whate'er may come after

# Brookfield, our mother, and Brookfield, our home