All language subtitles for The Rainbow (1989) [BLURAY 1080p H264 AAC 2.0-YTS.MX

Ursula?

Ursula!

Ursula, come back here!

Ursula!

Ursula!

Come back here! It's dangerous!

Ursula, wait for me!

Who was it that
didn't come, then?

Was it you, miss puddle duck?

- And were you off for a swim in the river?
- No.

- Well, what is it, milady?
- I want that, daddy.

Aye. Well, you can't
have it, me ducky.

- It's not for catching.
- I want it!

It's too far off, lass.

But if you're a good girl, I'll
make you one for your tea.

They were naughty to fight
like that, weren't they?

Losing all their feathers.

They'll be sorry, won't they?
When it gets cold.

I've just saved this one
from the river.

Here we go. Off you go.

Well, now, perhaps you'll
have that gate fixed.

- You left the front door open!
- And what if I did?

With a baby coming and a baby
waking up all at once...

Why do you little me so?

It's not too easy here
as for you,

sitting in a chair,
designing lace hankies.

A-yup, soup again?

- You're spoiling me, love.
- Yes.

There's our little
blackbird tuning up.

Sing on, me lass. Sing up
and drown your mother out.

- You... you put such pressure in my head.
- Get off.

It's still there, daddy.
Can't I have it?

You're a persistent little
mugger, aren't you?

Well, I've not forgotten.

There you are. On you jump.

There we go.

Now, what about that, then?

Want a little taste?

Come on, a little taste.
Just a little one.

No?

I see. You want the real one.

Well, you can't
have it, me lass.

"And again, I say unto you"

it is easier for a camel

to pass through
the eye of a needle

than for a rich man

"to enter into
the kingdom of god."

Now, the collection this week

is for Mrs. Hartley,

widowed by the tragedy
at grange pit.

I know you will give generously.

On a happier note,

I'm pleased to announce
the resumption of christenings,

thanks to the restoration
of the font by our organist

will brangwen.

- Forgot his hat.
- He's like my Dolly.

It's beautiful, dad.

As a hobby, this church takes
up far too much of your time.

But I must say, that is a
very fine hand you've carved.

It's an ogre's hand.

It's the hand of god, Billy.

- Assisting at the birth of Eve.
- He's not a midwife.

- Well, it was my hand you used as a model.
- That's not so.

I modeled that hand after
donatello... his St. Francis.

- That's how it started out.
- I've never!

For all you know, donatello may
have used his wife as a model.

Don't be ridiculous!

The hand of god must be a man's hand.
It stands to reason.

Like taking Eve
out of Adam's body

when in fact every man
is born of woman?

Really, the impudence of men.
The arrogance!

Mother, don't fuss so.

I have said, Ursula, you will
not speak to me in that way.

Gudrun, how could
a great humped camel

pass through an eye of a needle?

With great difficulty,
I should think.

It's locked!

Open the door, aunt Ursula.

- Mother, she won't answer!
- She's dead!

Go away!

I'm not dead! What do you want?

Mother said you have to come
straight down to dinner!

And there's a soldier
downstairs with uncle Henry!

You're not fibbing, are you?

'Cause I'll pull your hair
out, every bit of it.

Even if it is Sunday!

I am not stupid.

Did they ask you to stay the night?
Aye.

They always used to ask
strangers to stay the night.

I believe it was rather
trying for my parents.

Well, it's our Lazarus.
Billy said you were dead.

Might as well be, sometimes.

I wanted some peace. I'm sorry.

I didn't realize
you were coming.

Or she'd have
joined us for Sherry.

She likes a tipple, does she?

Heh, come and give
your uncle Henry a kiss.

Well, you must drink to the
health of a friend of mine...

Lieutenant Anton skrebensky.

He's staying with me
at the hall.

His father was
the parish priest.

- Are you staying long?
- This is my last day.

I have to report back
on duty tomorrow.

- To what do you report back?
- I'm in the engineers.

And you? I suppose
you're still at school.

My last term, I'm happy to say.

I'll be taking
my matriculation exam soon.

You'll be going
out to work, then.

Hey, don't be putting
ideas in her head.

None of my daughters
need go out to work.

I'm considering
my field of action, yes.

There's a fine crop of
stockings ripe for mending.

Perhaps they can be
your field of action.

Molly?

- What would you like to be?
- I don't know.

A teacher, perhaps.

I was never one for studying.

They say all the brains
of the army

are in the engineers.

I think that's why
I joined them,

to get the credit
of other people's brains.

I don't think brains matter.

What does matter, then?

It matters whether people
have courage or not.

Courage for what?

- For everything.
- Like a soldier, you mean?

I think that's another field
of action you wouldn't like.

I think she should join me
in the royal engineers.

You need mighty little courage
to build a privy.

Are you not very lonely,
being an orphan?

I have got a guardian.

And Henry and my aunts.

I'm really fond of them all.

But I suppose my real home
is the army.

Do you like being on your own?

I think so.

I went away to school early,
so I suppose the outside world

was always a more natural home
to me than the vicarage.

- This house used to be a vicarage, you know?
- Really?

Do you not feel like...

Like a bird blown out
of its own latitude?

No, I find things
very much as I like them.

- You look very lazy.
- I am lazy.

- You look really floppy.
- I am floppy.

- Can't you stop?
- I don't want to stop.

You look as if you haven't
got a bone in your body.

That's just how I like to feel.

I don't admire your taste.

That's my misfortune.

Damn it!

Now, why can't I rock?

- Men don't rock themselves.
- Girls don't pull men's hair.

You've seen that they do.

My father used to rock
me on the swing boats.

Would you like
to go on one again?

- I didn't mean...
- Would you?

- When?
- Now.

Yes.

You arrange it with mother while
I go and change!

Our families go a long
way back, you know?

My grandmother used to tell me
stories about her life in Poland.

- She knew your father in Warsaw, I believe.
- I know.

She married his best friend,

Dr. Lensky, just
before the uprising.

They fought side by side for
the freedom of their homeland.

Dr. Lensky and baron skrebensky.

Don't you find Polish names
extremely musical?

They're an extremely
musical nation

and an extremely patriotic one,

which is why they make
such poor exiles.

They all die young,

humming chopin's
"funeral march."

But you lenskys seem
to be an exception.

They say granddad died with a
stethoscope round his neck.

He had connections over here
with the medical profession

and was invited to share
a busy practice in beldover.

That's where mom was born.

I've always thought it
terribly romantic

to have Polish blood.

More so than British?

Is there no romance
in your poor father?

Of course.

He wouldn't have swept mom
off her feet otherwise.

That's the church
where they were married.

- Shall we go in?
- Dear.

I thought I had escaped
church parade today.

Come along.

- Beg pardon, sir.
- I didn't hear you come in.

- This is dreadful!
- Dreadful and wonderful.

Then let's stay a minute.

You love flying high, don't you?

Better than being earthbound.

And you'd feel the same
if you lived in our house.

There you go, Burt.

This reminds me of ingram,
a friend in my platoon.

- Why is that?
- Well, he had this girl in Rochester.

They always used to sit in a corner
of a cathedral for their lovemaking.

How nice.

Ended badly, though.

The verger spied on them,

got to know their names,
made a row about it.

What a shame.
He shouldn't have objected.

- He said it was a profanity.
- No, I think it's right...

To make love
in the house of god.

Well.

I promised your mother
I'd have you home early.

You have school tomorrow.

Come along.
I'll buy you a lolly.

Push and glide! Push and glide!

Now, Ethel, as the arms
complete the pulling stroke,

then you bend your legs back.

And don't let your feet break water.
That's better.

Push and glide. Heads steady.

All right!

Come, I'll race you.

I've won, but you've good form.

What's your name?

Ursula, miss inger.
Ursula brangwen.

Right, Ursula brangwen.

Class dismissed!
No lingering in the cubicles.

Class three is due any minute.

Do you think it's wicked
to let a man kiss you?

I mean, a man you've just met?

I should think. It depends.

Real kisses, I mean.
Not just flirting.

He's a soldier.

Where did he kiss you?

In church.

I see. And what time was it?

About a quarter to 7:00.

Yes. Yes, I think it
to be very wrong.

What do you think
of the new athletics mistress?

Not a lot. She was
quite rough with me.

Ursula. Ursula.

I enjoyed our race. Did you?

Yes. Yes, I did.

Tell me, have you a bicycle?

No. Yes.

Well, my sister does.
We... we share it.

Would you like to join me
for a little swim on Saturday?

I have a cottage on the river.

You could bicycle over
and stay for tea, perhaps.

Thank you. Yes, I'd like that.

Come along, class three!
Come on, girls!

Come along. Right.

Now into the water,
the lot of you.

I'll have you swimming
like dolphins in no time.

No, you can't!

I need it! Listen to me!

Stop, will you?

I said no! Do you hear me?

Stop!

I hate you!

Such peace.

You'd be more comfortable
with your boots off.

Here.

How do you usually
spend your weekends?

Helping mother. Going to church.

Church is peaceful?

Why do you laugh?

The last time I was there,
it was anything but.

I was with a friend looking
for a little seclusion.

Choir practice?

Restoration.

Do you think it's blasphemous
to make love in church?

No. Merely uncomfortable.

Such narrow pews.

Or did you do it standing up
in a confessional?

We were only kissing.

I thought you meant fucking.

- Who was he?
- A soldier.

- What's the matter?
- My father was a soldier.

Coarse brute.

Treated me mother a little
better than a whore.

Who do you mean?

As a person in her own right,

my mother did not exist.

She was no more
than an instrument

for his perverted sexuality.

Was there no love?

Ursula, the best
you'll ever get from a man

is passion.

Even that can't last.

Dear, I think
we're in for a storm.

The milk's turned.

Perhaps I should be off.

Don't say that,
not before our swim.

I'm afraid that in the rush
I forgot my costume.

Besides, it looks like rain.

When you're in the water,
what do a few raindrops matter?

Besides, it's best in the rain.

We're quite safe.
The grounds are private.

We'll undress inside
and run down, shall we?

It's all right.

Come on.

- You're tickling me!
- Relax!

You're in the hands
of a qualified osteopath.

That's lovely.

I think you'd better go soon.

It's getting late.

Can I not stay here with you?

I don't think your parents
would approve.

When will we see
each other again?

Monday, silly.

Swimming class.

I meant like this.

I was thinking
of taking a school party

for a hike around
the lakes next weekend.

Would you like to come along?

I'm not that fond of hiking.

Right, well,
I won't bother, then.

I meant a party of one.

I love hiking!

Your mother'll think
you've been kidnapped.

Come along.

You heard me shouting,
didn't you?

I need my bicycle
to fetch the groceries.

I had to carry them
all the way home.

What have you got to say?

Damn the groceries!

I'm sick of being
told what to do!

And I am standing here
with your nightshirt.

Get up now.

Will somebody love me, mother?

We say "bathing," not "bading."

We all love you, child.

Yes, but will somebody love me?

Some man will love you, Ursula,
because that's your nature.

But I hope it will be somebody
who loves you for what you are

and not for what
he wants of you.

What did you want for yourself?

What I've got.

- Billy, where is your nightshirt?
- I don't know.

- Then look for it.
- Molly pulled my hair.

- I didn't.
- You two, get along.

It's my turn!

Because we have a right
to what we want.

Now, then.

- Now, then, Billy, what you up to?
- Nothing.

Yes, you are, you wicked lad.
Come on up here, up the back.

There you are. There's plenty of room now.
Off you go, giddy-up.

- Why aren't they in bed?
- Ursula, the children must live.

But I must live, too.

We all live together, lass.

My teacher's taking a party
around the lakes next weekend.

Give him a little go.

But your uncle Henry's invited
us to the hall on Saturday.

Your young friend Anton
will be there.

I think not.

I really must go with my school.

Your mother's right.

I told you, men have fixed ideas

of what a woman should be.

So, when they find a woman
who fits their definition,

they say they love her.

They're only in love
with themselves.

Like a serpent who might
swallow his tail

when he's hungry.

But women, they have
fixed ideas, too.

Can you see, Ursula?
Can you make out what it is?

- No.
- Can't you?

Up there on the summit...

The lion lays down
with the lamb.

- Can you see it now?
- Yes!

It's good, isn't it?

- Can we get up there?
- Well, let's have a drink before we tackle it?

Wave to the lady.

Hello!

How I love lions.

God is like a lion to me,

not like those silly toy
lambs you see in church.

Lambs or lions.
Buddha or Apollo.

Christ or Zeus.

They're only symbols
of man's instinctual desires.

Purely illusionary.

Who do you worship?

I worship this.

I would like to be proud
and strong like a lion,

not weak like a lamb
who only exists

to be loved and sacrificed.

To love and be loved...
They're equally important.

When the lion in you lays
down with the lamb in you,

you'll know what peace is.

We're working the mine!

Be off with you!

Didn't you read the sign, woman?

You are a monster!

How dare you come here with
your monstrous, filthy mine?

Come on, Ursula.

Man is terrible,

but the works of man
are more terrible still.

And the mines are the most
terrible of his works.

My uncle Henry makes his
fortune from the collieries.

- He owns several of the grange pits.
- Really?

Do you remember the painting
in the cottage?

It's Mac.

I sometimes model
for the old rascal.

Mac!

But we saw it so clearly
from below. Where is it?

- Where do you think, girl?
- Use your eyes.

If you're looking for a public
convenience, young lady,

it's behind the nearest rock.

I'm looking for the lion
and the lamb!

It's behind you, silly!

So it's an illusion...

The lion laying down
with the lamb.

You're the third person
this afternoon

to make the same observation.

Must be something in it.

Distance lends enchantment.

Mac, this is Ursula, one of
our favorite sort of people.

Is she now?

Do you always bump
into each other

so casually on mountain peaks?

More often in the studio.

Do you think she'd pose
for me, Fred?

Would you like to, Ursula?

I don't know.

I'm a bit of a fidget. When?

They'll be a little pocket
money in it for you.

What about next Saturday?

I'll come along, if you like.

No, it's all right.

I'm not a child.

I shall call the picture

"experience rewarding
innocence."

I generally choose my titles
with a certain cynicism,

but this is an exception.

I had almost given up hope

of finding purity
in a girl your age.

Would you like me to smile?

It's not your face
I'm painting at the moment.

You're a good girl, Ursula.
Are you not?

My parents don't
always think so.

Parents seldom do.

Do they smack your bottom?

Not anymore.

Domestic bliss is a pleasure
I've been denied.

I'm childless and wifeless.

I have to rely on others
for my creature comforts...

Free spirits untamed
by convention.

Jolly good sports like Fred.

I feel you are such a
kindred spirit, Ursula.

You have within you the power

to make me the happiest of men.

At first the idea
of my chastising you

may seem abhorrent.

That is merely
through association.

But when you see the intense
delight it affords me,

you'll see it
not as a violation,

but an act of love.

I will awaken in you
a world of sensuality

of which you've never dreamed.

And you will not find
my gratitude ungenerous.

The pain is nothing...
Passes in a moment.

And the marks soon fade.

But should I draw blood,

you will feel the salt of my
tears in your precious wounds.

I believe there was mention
of a modeling fee.

Get out!

How dare you lead me on,

you money-grubbing bitch!

You disgusting little trollop!

Get out!

Halt!

Quite commendable, Ursula.

You have the skill,
but you lack the desire to win.

Yes, miss. Thank you.

And desire, girls,

is the source of all
truth and good.

Class dismissed!

There'll be no instruction
next week owing to the exams,

so good luck to all of you.

- Thank you, miss.
- Have a nice holiday.

So, you were the one
who got picked on today.

Ursula... I'm sorry about Mac.

I should have
thought it through.

- It was...
- An act of love, perhaps?

In a way.

There are things one should
understand about life,

even artists.

- It's best to be prepared.
- But who prepared me for that?

Experience is the best teacher.

I was half-expecting you
last weekend.

I was studying.

What are you doing
over the holidays?

My uncle Henry's invited me
over to grange hall.

I told him I should
like to bring you.

You will come, won't you?

Out of the way!

Nearly late for his own funeral.

There hasn't been a death
in the family, has there?

No, miss. It were only a miner.

- A miner?
- Aye, Jim larch.

A fine loader he was, too.
He leaves a wife and two beans.

- Was it an accident?
- Consumption.

It gets them sooner or later.

He died gradually like,
fretful and fretting.

Me father went off
just the same.

It's a relief when it's over.

- Gruesome.
- And the widow?

She'll be getting
married again directly.

Her two sisters have
just changed husbands.

One man and another,
they're all Colliers.

And is uncle Henry
going to the funeral?

No, miss, but he always
sends the biggest wreath.

There you are.

And about time, too.

Though you've missed
poor Anton, I'm afraid.

He was disappointed.

Never mind.

I'm pleased your friend
could manage it.

Hello.

- I'm Henry brangwen.
- Hello.

- Welcome to grange hall.
- Thank you.

I'm so glad that...

I mean sorry. You're upset?

No.

She just saw your wreath
and burst into tears

at the thought
of that poor miner.

I did no such thing.
I've a smut in my eye.

From one of your filthy
chimneys down at the pit.

Let me have a look.

William shouldn't have had the
top down this time of day.

He's bone idle. Just look up.

There.

Souvenir.

- Why are the men so sad?
- Are they?

They seem unutterably sad.

I wouldn't go as far as that.

They just take
it all for granted.

They accept their lot.

Why don't they alter it?

They believe they must alter themselves
to fit the pits and the place

rather than alter the pits and
the place to fit themselves.

It's easier.

You agree.

You, of all people, agree
that living human beings

should just adapt themselves
to all kinds of horrors!

We could easily do
without the pits!

Aye, until the wood ran out.

Perhaps their lives
aren't really so bad.

Well, they are pretty bad.

The pits are deep and hot

and in some places wet.

But they're paid good wages.

They are sold to the pit.

And the women?

What do they get?

They get what's left.

How delightful to hear
birds singing at night.

You will excuse me. Good night!

Dear.

What have I done now?

It's the canaries.
I breed them for the pits.

The men take them down there
when they go to work.

How lovely.

When they stop singing,
it means there's gas about.

One whiff, and they're dead.

The men have about
a minute's grace.

Ursula doesn't quite approve,

but they've saved
a lot of lives, though.

I get the impression that Ursula

doesn't approve of you at all.

Well, she loathes the fact
that my filthy pits

help support her family.

- Perhaps I should go to her.
- As you wish.

I was about to retire myself.

It must be tiring
working the pit.

The pits work themselves.

It's my ankle.
It's a strained tendon.

My doctor prescribes
frequent buxton bouts.

Very antisocial.

Well, I've heard of them prescribed for
rheumatism, but never for strains.

Really?

- I'm a qualified osteopath.
- Are you, now?

Would you like me
to have a look at it?

- Where?
- Anywhere?

Here, if you like.

Well, I don't know. The...

Your servants.

They are rather limited types.

Should they see my foot
in your hand, they might...

Might think I had a fetish?

Yeah, they might.

It's the strangest sensation...

As if a kitten
had swallowed a snake.

Then give him to Jacobs

before he takes a fancy
to one of your fingers.

And what's the object
of this little caper?

- You'll tell her, won't you, Jacobs?
- Aye, sir.

It's to save our crop of prized
lettuce, miss, from the rabbits.

They make such
lovely pets, lettuce.

Ursula, do grow up.

Well, there's another prized
lettuce for you saved.

Right, you shall
have it for lunch.

Yes, I can see how this
game would amuse you.

It's like your pit, this Warren.

Your men are rabbits.
They haven't got a hope.

Well, they certainly
breed like them.

Catch them in a net,
or they perish in the dark...

Either way they're doomed.

The trouble with Ursula

is she lacks the courage
of her convictions.

- Do you want to help me?
- Yes, daddy.

You can help me plant
some taters if you like.

Here we are.

See these?

These are the sprouts.

They've got to
stand straight up.

And then, we have to
put them so far apart.

Do you see?

Then you stay here,

I'll take the basket
down to the other end,

and then we'll meet
in the middle.

All right?

What are you doing?!

You're jumping
on all the sprouts!

That's like you, that is!

No way but to follow
your own stupid nose!

- Ursula, dearest, what have I done?
- Nothing.

It's not because of
your uncle Henry and me?

No, I'm glad.

He's invited me to stay on for
awhile after you've gone.

But if you'd rather I didn't,

if you'd rather we went off
somewhere together...

No, I have to go home.

I'm expecting
my examination results.

You've nothing
to worry about there.

You are fond of him, aren't you?

I've been awfully fond of him
ever since I was a child.

He's a man by himself.

He has something apart
from the rest.

- Yes, I thought you'd get on.
- I know you did.

"Love seeketh not
itself to please."

- But Henry...
- Why not Henry?

If I thought I could destroy
his colliery, I'd do it.

And put everyone out of work?

I'd rather they starve and
grub the earth for roots.

And what about us poor women?

Yes, I'll stay. It'll be best.

Now, tell me you love me.

Yes.

Dad!

Dad!

- Dad, guess what!
- Don't tell me.

Billy's had too much birthday
cake and disgraced himself.

- Dad, please!
- It's daddy, lass. Daddy.

- So, does he like his tent?
- Can't get him out of it.

- Aye.
- Dad, I passed. I passed my exams!

Hey, well done, lass.

It came second post
with a letter

from my headmistress
about a job.

- A job?
- Can't I, dad? Can't I go out to work?

Go out to work? Whatever for?

You've enough to do
helping your mother.

But I want some other
kind of life!

What do you mean,
"some other kind of life"?

We'll discuss it after his day.

Here, come here, Rupert.

Why don't you have
a romp with me?

What's the matter, Rupert?

Billy, what have
you done to Rupert?

Mother, do something
with him, will you?

Here now, where are you, Rupert?

Come here, let me show you
how to do all that.

Your turn next, Ursula.
What would you like?

Get her a bicycle, dad, please?

To be free to earn my own keep...

That's the present
I'd like best.

You think you're going
to earn anything?

I can become a teacher.

I'm qualified by my matric.

Aye.

And how much are you qualified
to earn by your matric?

50 pounds a year.

It's not much,
but it's enough to live on.

What kind of teacher
do you think you'll make?

You haven't the Patience of a Jack-gnat
with your own brothers and sisters,

let alone a class of children.

Some people don't think so.-?

My headmistress for one.

"I can't tell you
how deeply I sympathize"

with your desire
to do something.

I shall be proud to see
one of my girls

win her own
economic independence.

It provides the means of freedom

"for you to choose your own way."

You had to do it
behind our backs, had you?

What do you mean?

School-leavers always have an
interview with the headmistress, dad.

It's compulsory.

"I see no reason why you
shouldn't make a good teacher."

After a year or two
as an uncertified instructor,

you could go on
to take a degree.

That will give you
a position in the world

"and a self-respect
which nothing else can."

She even sent me
an application form.

What's this about Kingston?

It's her old school. They
have a vacancy. Look.

All I have to do is apply for an
interview and have you sign it.

If you think you're dancing off

to the other side of
London, you're mistaken.

I have to go where they want me,

and it's a good place to go.

What do you know
about the place?

- It's on the thames.
- It's lovely.

You said, mother, we have
a right to what we want.

If your father says you're
not to go, you're not to go.

Why don't you get a post
near here and live at home?

- Something in town.
- That slum!

I'd rather go right away.

I'm fed up with housework
and hanging around.

Indeed?

You have too much opinion
of yourself for your own good.

There's a place for me,
and I want to go!

- Well, you're not going.
- Why not?

That's why not!

Will, will, will.

London's full of troops
off to South Africa.

It's not a place
for a young girl.

We'll...

We'll see the local authorities
about a place for you here.

Well, you can put me off now.

But someday I am going
to have a place,

and I'm not going
to stop at home.

Nobody wants you
to stop at home!

Come in.

Isn't it a nasty morning?

Yes, not much of weather.

Am I early?

25 past.

You're second to come.
I'm first this morning.

Must you do so many?

- 56.
- But they're not all for your class, are they?

- Why aren't they?
- It's too many.

You'll get about the same.

That'll be miss harby,
the headmaster's sister.

You are early.

My word, I'll warrant
you don't keep this up.

That is Mr. Harby's peg.

This... is yours.

Aren't you going
to take your hat off?

Standard five teacher
always has that one.

Isn't it a beastly morning?

Beastly.

If there's one thing I hate above
another, it's a wet Monday morning,

a pack of kids trailing in anyhow,
no how, and no holding them.

This belongs over there.

You've brought your apron,
haven't you?

Well, you'll want one.

You've no idea what a sight you'll
look before half-past 4:00.

Jim Richards!

What are you doing peering in?

Come here!

Now, Jim, I want you
to go down and ask mama

to send me
one of my school pinas

for miss brangwen, shall you?

- Yes, miss.
- What are you going for

and what shall you say to mama?

School pina, miss.

"Please, Mrs. Harby,"

miss harby says,
'will you send down

another school pinafore
for miss brangwen,

- "because she's come without one.'"
- Yes, miss.

What are you going to say?

"Please, Mrs. Harby, miss harby wants
a school pina for miss brangwin."

Miss brangwen.
And don't take long about it.

He's a caution, that boy.

But not bad, you know?
Follow me!

Here we are.

Standards three,
four, five, and six.

This is your place,
standard five.

Mr. Harby will be
teaching through there.

And he'll be keeping
an eye on you.

There.

If you think you can find your
way back to the teachers' room,

he should be there by now.

- You had a wet walk.
- I don't mind.

I'm used to it.

You will sign your name here...

And the time
when you come and go.

Miss brangwen, there are some
exercise books on the top shelf.

Get them down for me, would you?

I'm so sorry.

I'd let them in now.

Miss brangwen, you'll go to
the lobby with Mr. Brunt.

Door!

Benson! Sharp! Look sharp!

Wake up! Wake up! Front!

- Quiet down! Quiet!
- In line! Front, in line.

What did I say?

Quiet!

Leaders in place!

Standards four, five, and six...

Fall in!

Class five, quick march!

Halt!

Who told standard five
to come in first like this?

I... I'm responsible, Mr. Harby.

This is miss brangwen,

the replacement teacher
for standard five.

For her benefit,
we'll start again.

You will give an account
of the modern factory.

You will describe the method of
assembly of a given product.

I will expect you
to show the effects

of the industrial revolution...

We will start
with a composition.

Write me a short essay
on... the rabbit.

Miss, I got the pina
I was sent for.

Yes, thank you...
Timmy, isn't it?

- No, miss. It's Jim.
- I'm sorry. Thank you.

12 times four is 48.

One times five is five.

Two times five is 10.

Who is responsible for this?

Six times five is 30.

Yes, Richards?

Sir, miss forgot her pina, sir.

Miss harby sent me down
for one of hers.

I put it in me satchel, sir,
so it wouldn't get rained on.

And there were chalk in it, sir.

And I forgot, sir.

Spell the word "pinafore."

P-I-n-a-f-o-u-r?

You will write out the word
"pinafore" correctly

100 times on the blackboard
after school.

Miss brangwen
will supervise you.

And this time, she
will supply the chalk.

Silence.

Resume your studies.

I will examine your efforts
in the morning.

- Isn't it done?
- Not yet.

I didn't know we had a stove.

Must be rather jolly bringing
lunch, don't you think?

I don't know as I do.

On the other hand,
if one were to live here,

it would be jollier to go home.

Miss brangwen,

if I were you, I should get
a bit tighter hand on my class.

Would you?

Aren't I strict enough?

Because they'll get you down

if you don't tackle them
pretty quick.

They'll pull you down and worry
you until harby gets you shifted.

That's how it'll be.

You won't last a month
if you don't tackle them

and tackle them quick.

- But I...
- I know he's got his eye on you.

But if you get
into his bad books,

nothing will save you.
You'll be out.

Not that it matters to me...

Except you'll leave
a class behind you

as I hope I shan't
have to cope with.

- Will it be so terrible?
- Don't know about terrible.

I do feel frightened.

- The children seem so...
- So what?

Mr. Brunt says I should
tackle my class.

You have to keep order
if you want to teach.

If you want to be
allowed to live here.

If you can't do that,
what good are you?

And you'll have
to do it by yourself.

You'll get no help from anybody.

Indeed.

Some people can't be helped.

Do you think there really
will be a war?

More like a bloody massacre
if you don't watch out.

When you say, "their fur is
brown," how do you spell "their"?

Please, please, miss! T-h-e-i-r!

- Richards, stand up.
- Who told you to call out?

- I was answering, sir.
- Go to my desk.

Pens down.

Fold arms.

What is the subject
of your composition?

I wouldn't advise you
to call out.

- Well, Alice?
- The rabbit, sir.

Not a very difficult subject
for standard five,

nor a very original one.

Edison, stop nibbling
on your lip.

You've written about rabbits so
often you're turning into one.

That'll do, Richards.
You can go.

But, miss, I must 100 times.

I know, but you may go home now.

I said go home.

I cut my finger on a nail.

- Where was that, now?
- On my desk.

You must show me.
I'll take care of it for you.

Yes, thank you.
I will, tomorrow.

About Richards, miss brangwen,

you've made a rod
for your own back.

You're very young, aren't you?

And inexperienced.

Hardly out of school yourself.

I could be very useful
to you, miss brangwen.

I could make it easier for you,

so much easier, if only you'd...

I could swallow you whole.

You see, miss brangwen,

only my cane rules this school.

Hello, lass. How did it go?

Fine, dad.

Of course, it's a bit
strange at first.

Bound to be.

Hey, you just missed
your uncle Henry.

Dropped in out of the blue
with a lady.

Your old teacher.

- Miss inger.
- Aye.

Seems they're getting married.

And guess what.

They want you to be
chief bridesmaid.

Relations, neighbors, and friends...
This could take hours.

Lift up your glasses and drink
to the hearth and the home.

The hearth, the home,
and may they enjoy them.

The hearth, the home,
and may they enjoy them.

Night and day,
and may they enjoy it.

Aye, night and day,
and may you enjoy them!

Hammer and tongs,
and may they enjoy them.

Hammer and tongs,
and may they enjoy them.

Bed and blessings,
and may they enjoy them.

Bed and blessings,
and may they enjoy them.

See, marriage... marriage...

Marriage is... well,
it's what we're made for.

A man enjoys being a man.

For what purpose was he made
a man if not to enjoy it?

Now, that's a true word.

Aye, and likewise, a woman
enjoys being a woman.

At least...

We surmise that she does.

Now, for a man to be a man,

- it takes a woman.
- Hooray!

And for a woman to be a woman...
It takes a man.

And therefore, we have marriage!

Now, don't run us off our legs,
brother, for heaven's sake.

There is no marriage in heaven.

But on earth, there is marriage.

Well, if there are
no marriages in heaven,

then where do
the angels come from?

Ange... well, if there's
got to be angels...

Well, there's got to be,
hasn't there?

- Well...
- Come on, will!

Well, if there's
got to be angels,

and there's no such thing as a
man nor a woman amongst them,

then it seems to me

as a married couple
makes one angel.

It's the drink.

Go on, go on. You go on, will.

An angel has got to be
more than a human being.

So I say, an angel

is the soul of a man
and a woman in one.

And... and... and...
No, wait, wait!

They rise up,
united in the judgment day,

as one angel!

I had an angel up me nose once.

My mother gave me such a hiding.

"Why are you poking about
up there like that?"

She said, "give over."

I said, "I've got
an angel up me nose."

And she gave me such a swipe.

And there it was.

We used to call those dandelion
seeds that float about "angels,"

and I had stuffed one
right up me nose.

I can't remember why.

Well, if I'm to become an angel,

it'll be me married soul,
not me single soul.

So I say,

an angel is the soul

of a man and a woman in one.

How lovely.

Praise the lord.

Praise the lord!

Praise the lord!

Isn't it nice to have a wedding?

- You have confetti in your hair.
- Do I?

I half-expected news of you.
I hear you're teaching.

Yes. I thought you
might've gone off to war.

I embark at southampton
on Friday.

- Do you want to go?
- I want to go, yes.

Ladies and gentlemen,

take your partners
for the lancers, please.

Why do you want to go to war?

I should be doing
something genuine.

- It's a sort of toy life as it is.
- What'll you be doing?

Making railways,
building Bridges,

working like a slave.

But you'd only make your Bridges
to be pulled down again

when the armies
are done with them.

It's like a game, really.

Well, it's hardly a game
to those taking part.

It's about the most serious
business there is, fighting.

Why is fighting more serious
than anything else?

Teaching for instance.

You either kill or get killed.

I suppose it's
serious enough, killing.

But when you're dead,
you don't matter anymore.

Yes, but the result matters.

It matters whether we
settle the boers or not.

Not to you or to me.

I don't want to live
in the deserts of Africa.

- Do you?
- I don't.

But we have to back up
those who do.

Otherwise it's the end
of the nation.

Butaren't the nation.

There are heaps of other
people who are the nation.

They might say
they weren't, either.

Well, then,
if everybody said it,

there wouldn't be a nation,

but I should still be myself.

Then you'd be at the mercy of every
half-naked robber that came along.

They wouldn't get much.

Anyway, I'd rather be swept off
my feet by a half-naked robber

than a soldier
defending my honor.

That's only because you can't
imagine me out of uniform.

Will this do?

Now may I steal your heart?

It's not my heart
you want, but my soul.

Kiss me.

Yes.

Kiss me, Anton. Kiss me.

Kiss me!

They see war as a game anyway.

Bang!

Arrgh!

Ladies and gentlemen...

- Anton?
- What?

- Come back to me.
- Yes.

- You will come back to me.
- I will come back.

- I'm going to dance with Anton.
- Are you sure?

May I take the soldier?

Aye, aye, that's right.

It's always the same
with you, will.

It's always the same with you.

Ursula's looking a bit upset.-?

Why don't you ask her to dance?

- Go and ask her.
- You think so?

Go ask her now. Go on.

As the father
of the chief bridesmaid,

may I have the pleasure?

Such a condition in a class.

I cannot believe it.

Simply disgraceful.

I can't think how you've
been allowed to get like it.

Every Monday morning, I shall come
down and examine these books,

so don't think because there's no
one paying any attention to you,

you're free to unlearn
everything you've ever learned

and go back until you're not
fit for standard three.

Why are you writing
in pencil, Benson?

Because there are not
enough pens to go around.

Not enough pens, miss brangwen?

No. We are five short.

And how is that?

- How many are here today?
- 24.

24. And how many pens
are there, staples?

Please, sir, 19.

That's a very curious thing.

A few days ago there were 24
pens, and now there are 19.

What's 19 from 24, Richards?

Please, sir?

I'm waiting, Richards.

11, sir.

I would advise you to attend.
19 from 24 is five.

So there are five pens
to account for.

Have you looked
for them, staples?

Yes, sir.

Am I to have thieving
besides your dirt

and bad work and bad behavior?

Not content with being
the worst behaved

and laziest class in the school,

you are thieves
into the bargain.

Pens do not melt into the air.

They are not in the habit of
mizzling away into nothing.

What has become of them?

They must be somewhere,
and they must be found,

and found by standard five.

They were lost by standard
five, and they must be found!

Standard five will forego recreation
until all pens are found!

Miss brangwen will
organize the search.

To start with, you will turn
out your desks completely.

Not just your books,
but conkers,

balls of string,
sweets... everything!

Get off!!

Be quiet, Wesley. What is it?

Please, miss. Richards hit me.

Come in front, Richards.

- I said, come in front!
- Shut up!

Get off!

Stand still! Now fold your arms!

Get off me, you bitch!

Get off!

Stop hitting me!

What is going on here?

I've thrashed him.

Get up!

Go and stand by my desk.

If you settle Benson and staples
the same way, miss brangwen,

you'll be all right.

Put your things away tidily!

Look sharp, look sharp.

Inside, inside. To your places.

I said...

Put your things away tidily!

There will be no more time
wasted looking for lost pens.

New pens will be issued
first thing Monday morning.

Carry on!

22 yards make a chain,

10 chains make a furlong,

eight furlongs make a mile,

four gills make a pint,

two pints make a quart,

four quarts make a gallon.

- What's it say?
- You know perfectly well.

Since it's all about the
weather, it must be in code.

No, no, let gudrun do it.

There's a tatie-pot keeping
warm in the oven for you.

Thanks, mama.

Dad in church?

As usual.

Aren't you hungry?

- Payday.
- Have you been there a month already?

This is my board.

50 shillings.

Aye.

Come get your dinner now.

Billy, bedtime.

And that was
the happiest day of her life.

And this, I presume,

is a souvenir from
the class bouquet.

A memento of all the sunny
days she spent at that prison.

By her letters, I gathered she
rather enjoyed the challenge.

- Nobody likes school.
- You don't like your art school?

That's different.

Here's us at scarborough
during the holidays.

- A few sunny days on parole.
- We had a fine time.

Dad and I ran
the handicraft school.

Ursula spent her time down at
the harbor with the sailors.

- No souvenirs of them?
- Not here.

There's plenty of you, though.

I've often wondered
about this one.

- Who are those wretched folk?
- They're boers.

The enemy.

But they're civilians.

And that woman...
Were you fighting women?

She had six notches
in her rifle.

- Why?
- Six notches, six lives.

Carlisle college
with the suffragettes

and with the teachers.

Another prison?

This is beautiful.

Cross-section of human hair.

Such delicate abstraction.

I prefer the coarse reality...

Gudrun!

Anton was just
admiring your hair.

She was only being polite.

We were waiting for you.

Yes. The exam started late.

- How did you do?
- Not very well.

You shouldn't
have encouraged her.

No, but I was all agog.

You've been very busy these
last two years, haven't you?

Yes.

- So have you, I gather.
- Yes.

- I'm very happy to see you.
- Thank you.

Is there anything
you'd like to do?

Is there anything we can do?

There's nothing to do here.

Then let's walk.
Where should we walk?

By the river?

Actually, I was quite flattered

by the space allocated
to me in your scrapbook.

Soldiering is more
important than teaching.

I had hoped you had
forgotten that.

The number of times I've
regretted that last evening...

It could've ended
there and then.

No, you were right.

I enjoyed teaching
in that awful school

because I had such high
hopes for college.

I saw it as some kind
of religious retreat,

a temple dedicated
to truth and learning.

In reality, it's just a factory

where you learn to make money.

In the army, we earn glory.

I read the casualty
lists every week.

- It was horrible.
- I knew I'd come back.

I went back to our church once.

Everything was clean
and orderly.

It seemed like a dream.

- It's getting dark.
- Shall I hold your hand?

I'm not afraid
of the dark in england.

It's soft and natural to me.

It's my medium,
especially when you're here.

- The darkness... were you afraid of it in Africa?
- Yes.

The darkness there
is filled with fear,

like the smell of blood.

The blacks know it.

They worship it, really...
The darkness.

One almost likes it.

The fear is something sensual.

Did you think of me
in the darkness?

You were always
at the back of everything.

I had to come back to you.

This is lovely.

Do you think so?
I'm glad you like it.

The last time I was here, it was
under false pretenses, too.

- Another lover?
- Yes.

- Aren't I the first?
- First and last.

- No, it was winifred.
- Really?

She was the first
great passion in my life.

I'm sure she said
above the front door.

Yes, here we are.

Welcome.

I love your body.

I'm glad you don't go around
naked all the time

or all the women
would fall in love with you.

They do regularly.

In my circle, I'm
considered quite a catch.

Another fish
out of water, I hope,

flapping about on the ground.

Well, no.

There's my colonel's daughter,
for instance.

- Scent?
- Soap.

Soap?

Would you rather live in India
or england when we're married?

India, by far.
How nice of you to ask.

It was decided
long ago, wasn't it?

When I first kissed you.

I think you'll like India.

There's a good deal of social
life, plenty going on.

There's hunting, Polo...
I'll teach you to ride.

And plenty of servants...

Who cook, who bathe
babies, keep you cool.

Shall I be teaching
little hindus

to write essays on the rabbit?

You'll be my wife.
You wouldn't have to teach.

You wouldn't have to do
anything at all.

But I do want to teach.

And I don't want to be
with other people.

I want to be like this.

Isn't this enough?

It's enough for now.

Then let's have
no more talk of marriage.

Which means, I suppose, that
I'm to get supper tomorrow.

I'll keep you to that.

Strawberries! Strawberries!

Fresh, ripe strawberries!

Henry, shush!
You might wake them.

What, with all this hollering
and pounding? What logic.

I expected them up at this hour.

Woman, you have
a fickle memory indeed.

Strawberries!

Fresh, ripe strawberries!

- What a bore.
- Well, she is supposed to be chaperoning us.

We are supposed
to be her guests.

- Were you expecting her?
- Didn't I mention it?

Lieutenant skrebensky,
it's your staff sergeant here!

- Ursula! Anton!
- I wonder where they are?

Maybe they've gone out.

Don't be stupid, woman.

- Aha!
- Good morning, grocer!

Kindly leave them on the
doorstep and go away.

Ursula, why have you got your
bloomers around your neck?

Anton's wearing my nightie.

But do you love him?

It isn't a question
of loving him.

I love him well enough,

certainly more than
anyone else in the world.

And I shall never love
anyone else the same again.

But what does it mean, "love"?

So much personal gratification.

- It doesn't lead anywhere.
- It isn't supposed to lead anywhere, is it?

It's supposed to be
an end in itself.

Then what does it matter to me?

As an end in itself, I could love a
hundred men, one after the other.

Why should I end with Anton

as "Mrs. Skrebensky,
social wife"?

Why not go on and on and love
all the types I fancy

as "Ursula brangwen,
spinster, schoolmistress"?

Then you don't love him.

I tell you I do,

quite as much and perhaps more

than I should love
any of the others.

But there are plenty of
things that aren't in Anton

that I should love in other men.

Like what?

An understanding of things,
a directness.

A man who could really let go,
reckless and passionate.

What is this fantastic fulfillment
you're hankering after?

Is it just other men?

If it is, you'd better
marry Anton.

The other thing
can only end badly.

So I'm to marry
out of fear of myself?

We're ready for you!

Time to change partners,
mixed doubles!

I can just see you
on an elephant,

swinging between lines
of adoring natives.

I shall be glad
to leave england.

- It's all so unspiritual.
- Leave the home of democracy?

Democracy is only
for the degenerate races.

Why do you find
democracy unspiritual?

Because only the ugly
and greedy people

get to the top of a democracy.

- Mine.
- They're the only ones who push themselves there.

But the people elect
the government.

But what are the people?

Each of them is a money interest,
and who do they choose?

Those who have money
and the brains for money.

It doesn't matter
what else they have

because they're ruling
in the name of money.

To me, democracy means equality.

The equality of the wage packet...
it's a democracy of dirt.

Then you shall have to give
away all your worldly goods.

Or you'll have to join
us filthy aristocrats.

Grab her!

Up onto the pedestal.
I'll take her waist.

Up she goes.

Revolutionaries
and aristocrats don't mix.

But she is an aristocrat,

an aristocrat of the spirit.

Yes!

Do stay just as long
as you like.

Just as long as you don't fancy
a game of croquet at the hall.

Bye!

- Marriage agrees with them.
- Meaning they agree with each other.

- It's a little odd, though.
- Odd?

Yes, winifred. There's
something unnatural about her.

- Yes, she has two left feet.
- I was referring to her tendencies.

Yes. She should be
in a freak show.

Well, your relationship
isn't exactly healthy.

It's just as well
we're going to India.

The Indians aren't exactly healthy,
either, by your standards.

We're hoping to improve
the health standards.

I meant, you might find them
a little freakish, too.

Ursula, you must come
with me for your own good.

You'll be governing the
Indians for their own good

with your old, dead judgments.

Well, if they have
to bow down to you

being lord and master
over them, I do not!

You're so self-righteous!

Aren't you righteous?
In your own mind?

Yes! But at least
I am something.

It seems to me as if there isn't
anybody there where you are.

Are you anybody, really?
With your old, dead things!

I didn't meant to hurt you.

Yes, you did.
You meant to hurt me.

The words came out
without my knowing.

They didn't mean
anything, really.

You're a romantic,
up on some hill somewhere.

So you'll always be looking
down, always disappointed.

Why must I climb
that hill, Anton?

Why not stay below?

Why force one's way up
step after step

for this moment of
exhilaration at the top

only to plunge back
into a dark valley?

- When shall we be married?
- I don't know.

Why don't you know?
Don't you want to be married?

I don't think
I want to be married.

- You mean never or not yet?
- I mean never!

As to whether
he'll take you back,

you'll just have to wait till
he replies to your letter.

I was full of apologies for my
perverse, selfish behavior.

Of course, the child
will make a difference.

That's what decided me.

I must go to him
because it's his child,

and because... He once loved me.

Is that the only reason?

Croquet!

I thought about my mother, too.

If it was enough for her
to have her man,

her children, and her shelter,

why shouldn't it be for me?

Why do I punish
the people who love me?

I should be grateful
for their love.

Do they know about the
child, your parents?

I couldn't tell them yet,

not so soon after
failing my degree.

And what if Anton says no?

Then I'll live at home with the
child and go back to teaching.

You haven't even seen a midwife.

What if Anton says yes,
you go to India,

and you discover
you're not with child?

What'll you do then?

You'll come straight back.

That's what you'll do.

A child binds a woman to a man

as securely as if she were
handcuffed to him.

- Aren't you and uncle Henry...
- We're very good companions.

But remember, you will
always be welcome here.

- Tea.
- I won't stop, thank you.

- Henry will be back soon.
- No, it's getting late.

I'll get my things.

Hey, look at that!
She's a coward!

Your mother said I should
let you sleep in, but...

I thought I'd better see
if you're all right.

Thanks, dad.

We wondered where you got to.

No bike or anything.

Me and your mother
were quite worried.

And... well, then we saw the...
We saw the telegram had gone.

Yes, I saw you'd opened it.

The boy asked if there was
any reply, lass,

so naturally,
your mother thought...

No marriage, no bike...
No wonder you were worried.

The bike's in a ditch
in the woods.

Is that where you
expected to find me?

Well, I can see there's
nothing much wrong with you.

You were quite feverish
when we looked in.

I caught a chill.

I heard the party.

Didn't want to be wet blanket.

Don't be so silly.

Your mother's taken
the children out.

She'll be back lunchtime.

Anything I can get you
before I go to work?

No, thanks, dad.

I think I'll just
lie in for awhile.

- Thanks for the tea.
- Aye.

I'll go about it.

Bye, dad.

Don't work too hard.

I'm... I'm in town today.

Thought I might drop in
your old school.

Whatever for?

Well, now that you're...

Well, now that you're...

Now that I'm an old maid. Go on.

Nonsense. Let me finish.

Now that you're not rushing off

to the other side
of the world...

Or even the other side
of London.

I was just going to say that...

This has always been, and it
always will be, your home.

Hey, look. There's a rainbow.