All language subtitles for Goodbye Mr.Chips

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