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♪ Blessed be our Alma mater ♪

♪ She shall be our guide and friend ♪

♪ Let us make her greatness greater ♪

♪ And her honour well defend ♪

♪ May her portals close behind us ♪

♪ When we go our different ways ♪

♪ Sacred ties will ever bind us ♪

♪ And be with us all our days ♪

♪ Semper fidelis nulli secundus ♪

♪ Always faithful second to none ♪

♪ Stand by it proudly
Sing it out loudly ♪

♪ We shall ne'er… ♪

Attention, please.

In one minute,
the 2:35 train for Basingstoke

Salisbury, Saintbury and Exeter

will be leaving from number ten platform.

Oh, come on. Come on.

For goodness' sake,
hurry up with them tickets.

Alright, alright.
We've got here, haven't we?

You better be quick, sir!

Mind your hand, sir, please.

Come along, sir. Hurry up.

- Now then, mind you write to us.
- Course I will.

Well, goodbye, dear. See you at Christmas.

- Goodbye.
- So long, son.

Good luck. You'll be alright, son.

Thanks, Dad. Bye.

- Bye, Mum.
- Goodbye! Take care of yourself.

Goodbye!

Bye!

First time he's ever been away from home.

I only hope
we done the right thing, mother.

I can still see him.

Goodbye!

Do you know he had the cheek
to tell me to carry his bags?

- I'm not a porter.
- You can't beg a chap after school…

I wonder what the new kids will be like.

Oh, the usual slimy lot, I expect.

We beat you at cricket last year.

- You a new boy?
- Yeah.

Right, come on in.

My name's Fitch.
I'm in charge of the new kids.

- What prep school were you at?
- Hollands.

I was at Upton House.

That's a rotten place.
I was at the Grange, Seaford.

Most of our chaps
go to Eton or Winchester.

Which school were you at?

Me?

Middleton Road, Walthamstow.

- Where's that?
- Middleton Road?

Well, it's… between the gasworks
and the cemetery.

Oh.

Saintbury! Saintbury!

Saintbury!

Hello, Peck, me old scoundrel!
Still got your moustache in curl, I see?

When you can grow one like this, sir,
you'll have something to be proud of.

- What are you after?
- My trunk.

Oh, new boy? What's your house?

- Uh, Cloisters, Mr. Hartley.
- Oh.

- Is it labelled?
- Don't think so.

Well, didn't your mother
read the prospectus?

It says in block letters,

"Will parents please label luggage
with the name of the house."

Which is it?

Uh…

Oh, them two, sir.

And don't call me "sir". I call you "sir".

I'm Peck, the school porter.

And I'll look after your luggage.
Now, you push off.

Er, sir.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me please, the way
to Cloisters House, Saintbury School?

Yes. I'm going up that way.
I'll show you, if you like.

Oh, thanks.

Hurt your leg?

Well, no, not exactly.
I'm just getting used to a new one.

Oh. Accident?

Well, no, I rather think the Jerry
who shot me intended it.

Oh.

What's your name?

- Jack. Jack Read.
- Ah.

- Was you in the Army?
- Yes.

My dad was in the Army.

- Did 26 years' service.
- Oh.

- He's in the Home Guard now.
- Oh, good.

Played football for the Army, too.

- Soccer?
- Yeah, inside right.

Oh, quite a chap, eh?

Yeah.

- Well, here we are.
- Well, thanks for showing me and so long.

Well, as a matter of fact,
I live here too.

Oh.

Well, you better go
and say hello to Mr. Hartley.

Good luck.

Ta.

Come in.

I was told to come in here.

Oh, um…

Erm…

- You're Read, I suppose?
- Yes, sir.

Pleased to meet you.

How do you do?

Well, erm…

This is Mrs. Hartley.

Oh.

How do you do?
I hope you had a good journey.

Yes, thanks.
pleased to meet you, Mrs. Hartley.

We're very pleased to meet you.
We've heard a lot about you.

- Oh.
- Well…

- I hope you'll be very happy here.
- Thanks.

You'd, erm… You'd like some tea,
wouldn't you?

Well, I wouldn't mind.

No…

Come in.

Ah, Fitch, come in.

How do you do, sir?

- Did you have good holidays?
- Yes, thank you, sir.

Hello, Mrs. Hartley.

Mother asked me to give you this note.
It's about my socks.

Thank you, Fitch.

Fitch, you know the ropes here.
Take Read along to the dining hall.

- There's a good chap.
- Yes, sir.

And show him his dormitory as well.

- It's the same as yours. B.
- Very good, Mrs. Hartley.

Now, Read, you run along with Fitch

and both of you get a good meal
before it all disappears.

Right. Thanks, Mrs. Hartley.

Well?

Well, indeed.

What is this school coming to?

Give the boy a chance,
and come along and have your tea.

By the way, Lady Tracey wants to know
if David can wear his blue shirts

with the collars attached?

- No, certainly not.
- It's a question of coupons.

I will not have any boy letting down
the standard, war or no war.

White collars have been the rule
at Cloisters for 30 years

and it's going on being the rule.

You tell Lady Tracey with my compliments

if she can't buy any shirts
with white collars,

she'd better set to and make some.

Out of what, Lloyd dear?

I don't propose
to be dragged into an argument

about an obviously incompetent woman.

I'm very glad you've come here,
Mr. Lorraine.

Although he won't admit it,
Daddy's needed a house tutor for ages.

Thanks.

There are more boys here this term
than ever before.

No, no, don't move, Mr. Lorraine.

Well, he's arrived.

- Who?
- Read.

Ah, yes, Read.
We walked up from town together.

- He asked me the way here.
- Who's Read?

He comes from a school in Walthamstow,
his father's a tobacconist.

The headmaster asked us to take him
because of this Fleming Report.

Whatever's that?

Well, the Board of Education set up
a committee on public schools…

To find out if we're as black
as some people paint us.

Oh, and are we?

They've come to the conclusion
that more boys like Read

should come to schools like Saintbury.
That's right, Mr. Lorraine?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

The headmaster's persuaded the governors
to give him a scholarship.

It's an experiment.

What do you think of the idea?
Will it work?

Ah, the Head's a very shrewd man.

I don't think he believes in it
for one moment,

he just doesn't want to be labelled
as a diehard reactionary.

- What's in these?
- Fish paste.

I mean to say,

how are you going to mix a boy
whose father's a general

with a boy whose parents
keep a grocer's shop? Eh, Lorraine?

Well,
boys are very malleable creatures.

They usually fit in,
provided they're given a chance.

Don't you think?

Oh, yes, Daddy,
you must give him a chance.

Oh, naturally, I'll give him every chance.
Oh, yes. Fair's fair.

And I haven't told anyone
where he comes from, not even Grimmett.

- Hampshire, your tea.
- Thank you, Matron.

- Oh, Beattie, come and sit here!
- Hello, Curly.

Counted over 100 Flying Fortresses,
and in the daylight, too!

I say, did you see old Hartley's daughter?

- She's a smasher.
- Yeah, she's in the Wrens, isn't she?

- Anyone met the new house tutor yet?
- Yes, I have.

Doesn't seem a bad sort of bloke.

Had his leg shot off.
Believe he's going to coach the 15.

What, with one leg?

Take the three quarters,
so the old man said anyway.

He's a rugger blue. Played for Oxford.

Played for England too. Stand-off half.

Don't eat so fast, Tracey.

You made yourself quite ill last term.
Remember?

Greedy guts!

Matron's not a bad old trout.
Except when you're in the sick room

and then she rams filthy pills
down your throat the whole day.

Pass the fish paste, will you please?

Blimey.

Where's my fag?

Is Hopkins here?

I don't think he's arrived yet, Grimmett.

Oh.

Hi, you. New boy.

Hi, you!

Yes, you.

You'll find two suitcases in the passage.

Take one to my dorm,
the other to my study.

Got it?

Did you hear me?

I haven't finished my tea yet.

What's your name?

Read.

Well, get a move on, then.

Come on.

I'll show you where they are.

In there.

But anyway, it's my last term.

Mine too.

Come in.

Right, put it over there, will you?

Not that one.

Well, you didn't say which one, did you?

Don't answer back.

What dormitory you in?

In B, why?

Don't "why" me.

I'm Gregory, your dormitory prefect.

And take your hand
out of your pocket.

Only the sixth formers or members
of the First 11 or First 15

are allowed to put their hands
in their pockets.

And don't speak to house prefects
unless they speak to you first.

Well, suppose I gotta tell him something?

You wait till they speak to you.

Oh, and when you address Mr. Hartley,
you say, "May I speak to you please, sir?"

When you go, you say,
"Leave to go please, sir?"

Got it?

Yeah.

Take that other suitcase
up to my dormitory

and cut away back to the dayroom.

Great Scott.

Under what stone did they find him?

The boy's a complete street oik.

What in heaven's name made the old man
take him anyway?

Beats me.

♪ Angels help us ♪

♪ To adore Him ♪

♪ You behold Him face to face ♪

♪ Sun and moon bow down before him ♪

♪ Dwellers all in time and space ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Praise with us ♪

♪ The God of grace ♪

♪ Amen ♪

We have much work
on our hands this day, O Lord.

If we forget Thee,

do not Thou forget us.

For Jesus Christ sake,

Amen.

Amen.

Bonjour, mes enfants.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Stand up, the new boys.

Magnifique.

I'll now explain my system.

In my French sets, we speak only French.

On ne parle que le français.

Now I'll find out what you boys know.

Et maintenant…

À vous. Lisez.

Bien attrapé.

Comment vous appelez-vous ?

What is your name?

Uh, oh… Uh, Read, monsieur.

No, you read.

- Son nom est Read, monsieur.
- Oh!

C'est bien, ça.

Eh bien…

Read, Read.

Um, where?

Où vous voulez. Anywhere.

Yes, your accent, boy, is deplorable.

I can't imagine where you acquired it.

Translate that, Read.

Silence.
Nous sommes pas au théátre.

This isn't the theatre.

Votre accent
est tout à fait horrible.

Un peu de clarté,
n'est-ce pas ?

Alright, you couple of snobs.

You wait, mon petit oik,
till I "balance-vous" in the rubbish box!

Don't worry about Tracey,
he's a ruinous smear anyway.

Read.

I say, Read!

Is it true that you lived
on some slum? ls--

This is the moment to tell you all
that I carry this stick

because I have a gammy leg

but it can serve
other useful purposes as well.

- You're Tracey, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

I hear you've been in this form
rather a long time.

Yes, sir.

Well, you must buck up
and get out of it, mustn't you?

Yes.

Right…

Well, now, let's start to work.

This morning, we're going to read
some of the poetry of John Keats.

Now, if you'll just turn
to page 153 in your books.

There always has been
and there always will be the type

that rails against tradition.

But the fact is, Grimmett,

that tradition is knowledge
based upon experience.

Of course, sir.

Did they have the founder's ceremony here
in your day, sir?

The founder's ceremony
did they have it here in your day?

What did you say?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course.

Alright, quiet, everybody!

Quiet!

This founder's ceremony
is to teach the new kids

to respect the traditions of this school.

Alright, Read. You start.

Come on, stand on that stone.

Go on!

Now, in front of you
is a statue of Henry VIII.

If it hadn't been for him,
you wouldn't be here.

To show appreciation of your good fortune…

…you will bow to your founder three times.

Now, bow.

Go on!

Not like that. Bow low!

- Low!
- Go on!

Right. Twice more.

Not if I know it!

- Go on, bow to the founder.
- Twice more!

Bow to the founder!

That to the founder!

Alright. Grab him, make him bow!

Alright, quiet, everybody! Quiet!

This is the second stage
of the ceremony.

Ordeal by the rubbish box.

- Everything ready?
- Yes!

Half a tick, Gregory!

Oh, lovely!

Right. In with him!

Get him in!

You filthy rotten devils!

I think everyone's
settling down very nicely, don't you?

Yes, sir.

That is with one exception, sir.

- Oh, who's that?
- Read, sir.

He's such a scruffy individual.

Raised an awful shindy
at the founder's ceremony.

- I'm told he brags as well, sir.
- Brags?

Yes, sir. Something about his father
playing soccer for the Army.

No decent chap talks about soccer
at a rugger school, do they, sir?

Dirty rotten lot of stinkers.

All the new boys go through it. I had to.

Have a piece of cake.

Ta.

My mum and dad aren't rolling in dough…

Look at this jacket.

I say, look at this!

What?

It's the new girls' school!

Well, what about it?
ls one of them your girl?

Great Scott, man, no!

We're not allowed to mix
with the girls' school, you know.

Why not?

They're only girls, aren't they?

Here.

Read!

Read!

Come to my study at once.

Yes, sir.

Can you believe it, Lorraine?

I just caught this boy Read
whistling to the girls' school.

Really?

I don't know how to handle this boy,
frankly I don't.

What have we got in common? Nothing.

- Well, he's quite intelligent, you know.
- Oh, yes.

But it's the boy himself.
His outlook, his character.

I'd like to turn him into a decent,
self-respecting Saintburian

but in heaven's name, how?

Would you like me to go?

No, no.

Come in.

And shut the door.

- Well?
- You said you wanted me.

When you address me, Read, you say,
"May I speak to you please, sir?"

Didn't your dormitory
prefect teach you that?

Yes, sir.

And stand to attention.

Come on, come on.
Fingers down your legs, head up.

Now… why were you whistling
to the girls' school?

- Do you whistle to girls at home?
- Yes.

Come on, come on, man!
Put your tie straight.

You objected to the founder's ceremony,
is that so?

- Why?
- Yes. 'Cos I thought it was silly.

What right have you to judge
our customs here?

Their object is to knock any cockiness out
and put a new boy on his proper level.

- Henry VIII founded this school.
- Yes, sir.

Isn't that a good reason
for paying your respects?

- That's not why they make you do it.
- Oh?

They just want you to bend down
so they can kick you up the arse.

Read!

Don't use that word, Read,
I don't like it! Understand?

Yes, sir.

Now, listen to me.

And put your shoulders back, man,
like this.

Whether you like
our customs or not

they're going to be part of your life
for the next three or four years.

We have a great tradition to keep up

and I will not tolerate rudeness
or slackness in any shape or form.

- Is that clear?
- Sir.

Right. Now, get out and get on with it.

- Leave to go please, sir?
- Yes, yes. Get out.

What can I do?

Well, I suppose, Hartley,
you'll just have to give yourself time.

Yes.

I say…

- Go on, take that, Tracey!
- Stop it!

Oh, shut up!

Shut up, you two!

Right, into bed, everybody.

Lights are going out.

Come on, hurry up.

Alright, draw the blackouts.

Goodnight, all.

Goodnight, Grimmett.

Hey, Tracey.

- Tracey.
- Hm?

Listen, I'm still short of…
Please, let's go and--

If you don't stop whispering,
Tracey and McKeage

I shall beat you both.

Are you leaving early tomorrow?

- I'm off at the crack of dawn.
- Ah.

I hope you like it here.

Well, you sound doubtful.
Are you?

No, not really.

I love this place, myself.

But then I was born here.

I do think though, in some ways,
you'll have a lot to get used to.

Oh? In what way?

Well…

you've been out in the world,
know what goes on there.

Saintbury's a little community on its own,
cut off from everything.

Don't you think that, in the future,

schools will have to teach life
as well as history?

I don't think the average master here
knows very much about life.

- Do you see what I mean?
- Well, I'm beginning to.

Read?

What the devil are you doing here, Read?

I'm not stopping here. Let go of my arm!

- Now, just a minute.
- Let go, I tell you!

Stop being an idiot,
the door's locked anyway.

- I'm not stopping here!
- The door's locked, shut up!

Or you'll wake up the entire school.

Lorri,

I think I'll go back to the house.

Oh, Lynne…

You won't say anything about this,
will you?

Of course I won't.

- Goodnight, Lorri.
- Goodnight.

I think we better have a talk about this,
hadn't we?

Come over here.

Come on.

Now, you better sit down.

I'd rather stand.

Alright, as you like.

You're feeling a bit fed up, aren't you?

I wanna go home.

I wanna go home!

Yes, well, I…

I think I would sit down, if I were you.

That's right.

- Have you got a handkerchief?
- No…

Oh, here.

Have this one.

There you are.

And give it back.

When it's washed.

Does your father stock a tobacco
called Highland Mixture?

Dunno.

Well, you will ask him sometime, will you?

Where did he play soccer for the Army?

- I dunno, but he did.
- Oh, alright, alright.

I don't doubt he did, if you say so.

This is the first time you've been
away from home, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

What will you do if I send you home now?

Never come back.

Yes, I…

I rather gathered that.

When you heard you could come here,
did you want to come?

- Sir.
- Why?

Well…

Because I… Because I thought I'd stand
a better chance to learn about things.

Well, the education here is pretty good,
you know.

If you can stick the other side of it.

There are things Saintbury can give you

and I don't just mean snob advantages
in after life.

What sort of things?

Well… Knowledge, for one thing.

You'll have time to…

fill your mind here, Read.

This place hasn't got a bad record,
you know, it's…

turned out scientists,
poets, soldiers, statesmen.

You might add to that record.

You see, Read,

you and I are both new boys here
so we've got a bond in common.

- You're a master.
- I know, but I'm a new master.

I expect there's a time
when your father hated the Army.

But he didn't chuck it, did he?

No.

And you can't run away from life like this
just because you don't like it, you know?

- There are a lot of snobs here.
- No, they're not.

They've just been brought up
in a different environment, that's all.

It's quite likely
they think you're a snob.

Me?

Don't you sometimes brag about your father
playing soccer for the Army?

Well… yes, sir, but that's different.

Read…

You know it's my duty to tell Mr. Hartley
about this, don't you?

Yes, sir.

Well, instead, I…

I'm going to forget about it,
but only on one condition.

That you stand up
to the things you don't like here.

It's a new world to you, Read, but…

I think it's got something to offer you.

Will you stick it?

Yes, sir.

Good.

The porter doesn't lock up till ten.
You better go back the way you came.

And remember, not a word to anyone.

No, sir.

- Thanks.
- Right.

Why do we always have
to write home on Sundays?

I never have anything to say.

Why don't you write
and tell your people you stink?

They know that already.

If I was you, Fitch,
I'd address your remarks to your pal Read.

Oh, shut up, you two.
I'm trying to write a letter.

You lousy…

Perhaps your mother can afford
to buy you new clothes. Mine can't!

Oh!

Read!

You horrid little boy!

Go and report yourself
to Mr. Hartley at once.

- How's young Jack doing?
- Oh, he's doing fine.

- Had a couple of letters from him.
- Oh, good.

Ounce of Highland Mixture, please.

Sorry, sir, we're right out
of Highland Mixture.

Alright, thank you.

- There you are, Charlie.
- Thank you very much.

You haven't forgotten that lot
for Mr. Lorraine, have you?

No, I haven't forgotten it.

- Make sure it goes off this afternoon.
- Alright, I'll make sure.

Jack gonna be a football player
like you, Mr. Read?

No, they play rugby there.

That's not football.

Coming in right forwards, now!

You must get that ball away quicker, Read!

That's nice and clean now.

When Matron returns,
she'll bandage it properly.

Thanks, Mrs. Hartley.

Still finding things here
a bit strange, Read?

Yes, Mrs. Hartley.

I think you're going to do splendidly.

Now, run away and change.
You mustn't catch cold.

Thanks, Mrs. Hartley.

Get on with it, boy. Get on with it.

Let me see, Read.

How many times have I told you

that you cannot use "quad"
in that sense? No, no, no.

Tempora mutantur,
nos et mutamur in illis.

Do you know what that means, Read?

No, sir.

It means,
"The times are perpetually changing

and we with the times."

I like that
coming from the old man.

- My tea ready yet?
- Yes, Gregory.

Alright then, clear out.

Hey.

What's this?

It's… It's your toast.

What?

Well, it… sort of fell in the fire.

- Did it?
- Yes.

How very interesting.

Come here.

Go on, bend over.

Right over, tighter.

Right, now get out.

Looking forward
to Christmas holidays, Read?

Yes, sir.

What a daft question…

Expect the train's late. I do hope
there hasn't been a bomb on the line.

That'll be him.

You've said that four times.

It's him!

Mum!

Jack!

Oh!

- Hello, son.
- Hello, Dad.

Let's have a look at you.

Not here, mother. Give us your bag, son.

- Have a good journey?
- Alright.

You must be hungry.
Hurry up and sit down, now!

- You lost a bit of weight.
- I'll soon feed him up!

Come on, sit down. Get stuck into it.

- What's the grub like at school?
- Not bad.

- Bread and butter.
- Ta.

Well, Jack, how do you like it there?

Well, it's okay.

What's this Mr. Hartley like?

Let him alone.
Let him have his tea.

Half a tick.

Now, come on, you have some more.

That's enough, thanks, Mum.

Have a good meal.

Thank you.

Quiet, Dad, isn't he?

Yeah, if you ask me,
he doesn't like it there.

Oh, I don't know.
He hasn't been there very long.

I daresay he'll buck up a bit
when he meets a few of his old pals.

Oh, I daresay.

Fancy making boys do the housework!

Do you wear an apron, Jack?

Everybody does it at first.

I'd like to see another boy cane me.

It's to teach 'em discipline.

But they're not all gonna be
sergeant majors, are they?

Wouldn't do you no harm
to do a bit of housework, Perce!

You mean to say
you can't even whistle at girls?

I expect they think that's common.

Well, it's just a different system,
that's all.

It's a snob system, that's what it is.

Well, it…

It's turned out some pretty famous people.

Oh? What sort of people, Jack?

Well…

Generals and prime ministers, all sorts.

Yes, that's quite right. Isn't it, Dad?

On my right, ladies and gentlemen,
the Honourable Jack Read MP LDD!

What's "LDD"?

La-di-da, of course!

Well, time's getting on.

Come on, Mabel, we've a long way to go.

- So long, Frank.
- So long, Perce.

- So long, Elsie.
- It's been ever so nice.

- I'll just see you off the premises.
- We shan't pinch anything.

Goodnight… Mr. Prime Minister.

Shut up, Perce! Goodnight, duck.

Lovely party.

- Ain't he a scream?
- Goodnight, Jack.

- Good night, love.
- Goodnight!

Goodnight, Jack.

You won't forget all your old friends,
will you?

Well, Dad, I'll start the washing up.

You don't have to stop there, son,
if you don't like it.

I said you don't have to stop there,
if you don't like it.

And you don't, do you?

Not much, no.

Why not?

Well…

They don't like me and… I don't like them.

Besides, they don't fight fair.

Mm.

Well, I've told you, Jack,
you can come away tomorrow.

It was your mother
who was so keen on this idea.

I was against it from the start.

I'll write to Mr. Hartley tomorrow.

No, Dad, don't do that.

I'll stick it out.

Saintbury! Saintbury!

Ah, Read.
Won't throw this at me, will you?

- No, Matron.
- That's right.

Johnson Major's head of the house
this term,

and he's not too bad.

Oh.

I wonder what the new boys are like.

Slimy-looking lot, aren't they?

Yes, pretty ruinous.

Tell me, what did you do in the hols?

Nothing much.

- I've got a shot!
- So has Read!

Oh, Lord, I'm in Hartley's form.
That'll be a sweat.

I'm still in Lorri's,
thank heaven.

- You wanted us, Johnson?
- Oh, yes.

You chaps have won your colts caps.

I've just signed them.

Congratters.

Congratters, Read.

Thanks very much, Johnson.

Well done, both of you.

The essay's good
but it's not good enough.

Now, look, Read, try and imagine
this little wooden ship.

Er… no bigger than a modern fishing boat,

sailing out of Plymouth Harbour
early one morning.

For three years, nothing's heard of her.
She's probably given up for lost.

Then one day, her sails are sighted
from Plymouth Hoe.

She's home from new lands, uncharted seas,

loaded to the gunnels with treasure

and most exciting news of all,

the Golden Hind under Drake's command
has sailed right round the world.

Well…

surely you can write about that,
can't you?

Yes, sir.

Yeah, sure I can.

No idea, Read. No idea at all.

I've told you a hundred times to keep
your hands together on the handle.

Now, sweep that up, Tracey.

You're still a fag
till the end of this term.

- I said sweep it up!
- Sweep it up yourself.

Hey!

Bash him for that, Tracey!

What's going on here?

Who started this, eh?

I did, sir.

Why?

Well, I… I just started it, sir.

I see.

Well, this is neither the place
nor the way to fight.

Do you want to go on with it, Tracey?

- Yes, sir.
- Alright.

Both be in the gym at six o'clock tonight.

- I'll lay 6-4 on Read! Any takers?
- Alright!

Break it. Break away!

Come here.

Come on.

I think you've both had about enough,
haven't you? Hey?

No, sir.

Oh, well, if you haven't, I have anyway.
So shake hands, come on.

Come on.

Well done, Read.

Well done, Read.

But to study in this house
is a privilege.

I realise that.

But personally, I think Read's earned it.

- It's usual for someone of his seniority-
- No, no.

A boy with that background
is always an uncertainty

and I won't take chances.

- Well, have you seen his background?
- What do you mean?

You accept other boys' backgrounds
without seeing them.

Why can't you accept Read's?

Because with my experience,
one knows these things instinctively.

You know, Lorraine,
you're always trying to alter things.

Well, why not, if they're out of date?

Are you suggesting
that Saintbury is out of date?

Oh, well.

Extraordinary chap.

And we of this school,

after over five years of war

humbly thank God

that he has seen fit to grant us victory

and we pray to Him

that we may, for many years to come

continue our work here at Saintbury

in peace.

Amen.

We will now sing the first and last verses
of the hymn, "O Valiant Hearts".

♪ O valiant hearts ♪

♪ Who to your glory came ♪

♪ Through dust of conflict ♪

♪ And through battle flame ♪

♪ Tranquil you lie ♪

♪ Your knightly virtue proved ♪

♪ Your memory hallowed ♪

♪ In the land ♪

♪ You loved ♪

♪ O risen Lord ♪

♪ O Shepherd of our dead ♪

♪ Whose cross has brought them ♪

♪ And Whose staff has led ♪

♪ In glorious hope ♪

♪ Their proud and sorrowing land ♪

♪ Commits her children ♪

♪ To Thy gracious ♪

♪ Hand ♪

♪ Amen ♪

- Come down and see us again, won't you?
- I'll do that.

- Welcome home, Lynne.
- Thank you, Mr. Stringer.

Been away far too long.

Tell me, Mrs. Hartley, how is Lloyd?

Oh, he's in school,
but I'm very worried about him.

Mummy's been trying
to make him see a doctor,

but you know Daddy.

- He's very stubborn.
- I'm sure he ought to.

- You'll try and persuade him, won't you?
- I'll do my best.

Requests from the headmaster are commands.

Thank you, Lynne.

I must rush off now, I've got
a meeting of the school governors.

We're going to discuss the form
of the new war memorial.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Hartley.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Lynne.
- Goodbye.

Well…

you've heard the governors' views,
Stringer,

and you haven't said a word.

- Hm.
- How about it?

Well, Sir James…

I would like to see a plaque
placed in the chapel

commemorating the names
of those boys who died.

Now, that should cost very little.

With the remainder of the money,
I would like to do two things.

One,
establish scholarships and free places

for the sons of old boys
who fell in the war.

And to pay for other boys
of the right type

whose parents couldn't afford our fees.

- You mean like that boy Read?
- Exactly, Sir James.

And secondly, to help to send such boys
from here when necessary

to the universities.

I've been talking to Hartley, Sir James.

He feels strongly that this money
should be spent on a new school hall.

I agree with him. We need one badly.

Well, I am bound to say
that I am most strongly against

making the dead an excuse
for enriching the school.

Oh, come, come, Stringer.

Surely a memorial must be
something tangible,

something you can see.

This scholarship scheme
won't work, Stringer.

Apart from that, we must keep up
the tone of the old place.

I say, you chaps are getting a bit
reactionary in your old age, aren't you?

Look, you say here…

"The monarchical system in Germany
during the 14th and 15th centuries

can be compared with that of England
during the same period."

- Yes, sir.
- Well, it's absolute nonsense.

Go down to Beckett's and get
Europe In The Middle Ages

by G. F. Black.

- Yes, sir.
- You can put it down to me, if you like.

Thank you, sir.

Now, take this gross
distortion of the truth and hop it.

Yes, sir.

By the way,

Mr. Stevens tells me your French
is very much better this term.

Well, I read French last hols, sir.

There's a continental paper shop near us.

- Well, that's not reading French.
- Oh yes, it is, sir.

If you can read La Vie parisienne,
you can read anything.

I hope you're going to do more with
the languages you learn here than that.

Let me see.
This is your third year, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Have you thought about what
you're going to do when you leave?

Well, sir, I, um…

I'd like to teach.

Oh? Why?

Well, sir…

Well, you know, sir…

I think it's worth doing.

Well, good.

Of course, you'll have to have a degree,
you know.

Yes, sir.

Um…

Do you think, sir, that…

there's any chance of my getting
a scholarship to Cambridge?

- Well, do you want my candid opinion?
- Yes, sir.

Well, you've got a quick
and a very intelligent mind.

You grasp the bones of a subject
very rapidly.

But you're weak on developing it.

Now, there's no use my saying
you've got a scholarship brain because…

quite frankly, I…

I don't think you have.

Does that disappoint you?

Well… Yes, sir, it does rather.

Of course, you could go up to Cambridge
in the ordinary way.

Yes, sir, but what would it cost?

Well, depends on your college, but…

from 250 to 300 a year.

Well…

Dad could never afford that, sir.

- Well, we'll have to see, shan't we?
- Yes, sir.

Anyway, come along,
and don't forget to buy that book.

Right, sir.

Yes?

Have you a book called
Europe In The Middle Ages?

Have we, Dad?

- Is that the one by G. F. Black?
- Yes, that's it.

In the stockroom, I think.

It would be.

Where did you pick this up?

Well, do you remember old Sir John…

Would you mind… holding the ladder for me?

Thank you.

It's alright.

Didn't I see you
in Barton Wood some Sunday?

Oh, did you?

Sitting under a tree.

Reading.

Well, it's a quiet place to work.
I often go there.

So do I.

Well…

Er…

This is it, isn't it?

Yes, that's the one.

Would you… put it down to Mr. Lorraine
of the Cloisters, please?

Okey-doke.

- Thanks.
- Er…

Perhaps I'll see you next time
you're in Barton Woods?

Maybe. Well, goodbye.

Goodbye.

Tell me, Head.

Did you put my point of view?

Well, I didn't have to, Hartley.
The bishop put it for you very clearly.

What have people of this type
ever done to justify education?

Well, that surely depends on
how we educate them.

If I may say so
I don't propose

to have any more boys like Read
in my house

and the Ministry of Education
can go to the devil.

But surely, Daddy,

this scholarship idea is such a good one.

It means that Mr. Stringer can pick out
the boys with a good brain.

Exactly.

I think a memorial

should give some visible sign
to the next generation

so that they'll remember.

But Daddy…

Did the boys of your house
remember the dead of the last war?

The living forget the dead very quickly.

If we knew what they wanted us to do

don't you think it would be
to try and help the living?

Yes, Hartley,
I do feel that's absolutely true.

I wish to goodness you'd never asked me
to take this boy, Head.

I've never really trusted him
and I don't suppose I ever shall.

I asked you to take him, Hartley,
for a very good reason.

Because you and Mrs. Hartley have made
this house the finest in the school.

I thought in this atmosphere,
young Read would have the best chance.

And I've yet to be convinced
that the experiment has failed.

Failed?

But surely, without the cooperation
of the housemasters, it must fail.

I accepted this boy
because you asked me to.

But Carter, Rowbottom, Linklater,
all housemasters of some experience

are dead against the idea,
always have been and always will be.

It must fail.

Good shot, Lorri.

- Feeling like that, are you?
- Just a bit.

That's the game, isn't it?

Frustrated?

I've had three years of it, you know.

At Saintbury, that's not long.

It's long enough to make up my mind
as to whether I'm going to stay or not.

Is it Daddy?

Well, no, not exactly.

As a man, I like him a lot, but…

Well, there's an attitude of mind here
which I simply can't stand.

Your father rather inspires it.

I do hope you don't mind
my saying all this.

If you leave, what will you do?

I don't know yet.

But you can't fight against
a stone wall, Lynne.

Let's go back to the house
and have a drink.

Alright.

Oh, hello.

What do you think of this, Lorraine?

Alex Stevens has just told me that
he saw Read in Barton Woods with a girl.

A girl?

That's the boy
that you think I should make a prefect.

Really, Lorraine, your judgment.

Do you think I want that sort of influence
in the house?

He comes from a slum
and he's got a mind like a slum.

Lynne, come and help me with the laundry,
will you, dear?

It's not a very serious of fence, is it?

Going out with a girl?

After all,
it's only natural, isn't it?

God knows, they're cooped up here
for nearly nine months

and never speak to one.

- Boys aren't made of wood, you know.
- I know more about boys than you.

Well, I doubt if you know more about Read.

- Have you heard him?
- I've sent for him.

But you think I don't know?

A boy like that will always
revert to type. Always.

Well, is that quite fair?

Now look here, Lorraine.

Ever since that boy came here,
you've taken his side against me.

- You've--
- Yes, you have.

It's been unspoken criticism
but it's been there.

Hartley, you've never given that boy
a chance!

You've damned him
because you were unable to understand him.

- How dare you!
- I'm sorry but it's got to be said.

Whenever he's done anything good,

instead of praising him
you've patronised him.

If that's going to be your future attitude
to boys like Read

and whether you like it or not,
they're coming here

then I don't feel I want to work with you.

Alright then,
I'll get another house tutor.

At least I thought you were loyal.

I am.

I'm loyal to the things I believe in.
This plan will never succeed

while men like you are trying
in every possible way to wreck it!

Saintbury, I regret to say,
is full of men like you.

Men who will not try and see
what's happening round them.

Please accept this as my resignation.

You'll have to give that to the Head.

And it's usual to give a term's notice.

Very well,
I'll leave at the end of next term.

Come in.

- You wanted me, sir?
- Yes. Follow me.

Close the door.

Now, Read.

Mr. Stevens tells me that he saw you
in Barton Woods with a girl.

- Is that true?
- Yes, sir.

- Who was this girl?
- Miss Beckett, sir, from the bookshop.

You picked her up?

Well, no, sir. Not exactly.

She sort of picked me up.

You realise that going out with a girl
is against the rules?

Well, sir, I was just doing some prep
for Mr. Lorraine.

Some reading, sir, and she came along.

Everyone in the school knows her, sir.

We call her…

Well? What do you call her?

And what do you call her?

Well, sir. Actually, sir, we…

We call her "Plum Tart".

How interesting.

Did you speak to her first?

Well, no, sir. Actually, she spoke to me.

- And what happened?
- Well, sir, we just went for a walk.

You knew you were breaking the rules.

- Well, sir, I never thought about that.
- You never thought about it?

Then I shall make you think about it.

Shall I report you to the headmaster
or will you take a beating instead?

- I'll take a beating, sir.
- Right.

Bend over.

And I wanted to know
if you think you can manage it.

Well, how much would it cost?

That's what it boils down to,
Mr. Lorraine.

Well, for three years…

A little under £1,000, I'd say.

Oh, dear. That's a lot of money.

Yes, it is a lot of money.

If he's going to be a schoolmaster,
he's got to have a degree.

And that means going to a university.

Of course, we should like the boy
to have his chance, now he's got so far.

I daresay I could raise
a couple of hundred on the business.

And there's your Army pension too, Dad.

Fat lot of good that is.

No, I don't honestly see how we can,
Mr. Lorraine.

When would he have to go?

Oh, not till the end of next year
at the earliest.

But we ought to enter his name
in a college as soon as possible.

Well, you enter his name, Mr. Lorraine.

- Here, half a minute--
- No, you enter his name.

We'll find the money somehow.

Well, think it over.

- Goodbye. Thank you for my tea.
- Goodbye.

Er… Shall we be seeing you down the school
on Commemoration Day?

Er, no, I don't think so, thank you.

We… wouldn't want Jack to feel…

Well, you know. Thanks all the same.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Read.

Goodbye, Mr. Lorraine,
and thanks for all you've done.

It's the first chance we've had
to thank you.

Oh, not at all.

I think he's worth it.

- Here, don't forget your Highland Mixture.
- Oh, thank you very much.

Now, look here, Mother.
How do you think we're gonna find £1,000?

Dad, he's got to go.
We've got over a year to raise it.

Yes, but £1,000,

that's a devil of a lot of money,
you know?

Now, look here, Dad.

Before I married you, I was earning
a living and I can do it again easy.

Now, it's only for a couple of years.

If Mr. Lorraine says he's worth it,
well, it's up to us.

You know, I had this room
till I was 17, Lorri.

There used to be bars on this window
to keep me from falling out.

I wonder if I shall ever say to my son…

"This is the nursery here, my son."

"Your mother thought the thoughts of youth

which, year by year, and one by one

the touch of life has turned to truth."

That's made a nice mess
of old Newbolt, hasn't it?

Daddy would slay me!

By the way,
did I tell you I was going away?

Going away?

Why, no.

- Where to?
- To London.

I'm going to get a job.

I can't go on kicking my heels
around here.

Well… I'm sorry you're going
to get a job in London, I…

I had one to offer you myself.

Lorri…

I'm afraid now it's not a very good one.

I might like it.

I wanted you to marry me.

I will marry you, Lorri.

Do you want to know why?

Well, yes please.

Because I love you, terribly.

I've loved you, my darling,
for nearly three years.

Lorri, is Lynne…

Oh, yes, I see you are.

I wanted you to get
some medicine for Web Minor.

He's coughing rather badly, but…

I… I can do it if you're too busy.

Mrs. Hartley.

Lynne has just said that she'll marry me.

Oh, you haven't!

Oh, I'm delighted!

I thought you were just…

Oh, well, you know.

Oh, my dear, I'm so, so glad!

- May I kiss you too, Lorri?
- Well, yes, rather!

Mummy, what's Daddy going to say?

Oh dear, yes.

You mean you don't think I'm the sort
of son-in-law he'd choose, huh?

Well, Lorri, it's going to be
rather a shock to him.

He's supposed to be taking things quietly.

The doctor examined him this morning
and his heart's not too good.

Mother, it's nothing serious?

Oh, no, dear. No, no.

Still, he's got to know sometime,
hasn't he?

I think I'll go and tell him now.

Oh, Mummy,
what about Web Minor's medicine?

Oh, let him cough his head off.
This is important!

- Darling.
- Yeah?

Have you had a lot of experience
with women?

- Oh, heaps.
- Huh?

I was known as Licentious Lorraine
of El Alamein.

Oh, darling…

- My sister's coming.
- Is she?

No mail again.

Oh, here we go.

Read.

For what we have received,
may the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Read, you're still pretty weak
in those leg strokes, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

By the way, when do I get that essay
I set you or…

doesn't the subject appeal to you, eh?

I haven't…

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, what's the hold-up?

Well, sir, I…

I don't really seem to have had
very much time.

Oh, rubbish. It's a week overdue now.

Well, sir, I…

I don't think there's much point in
going on with Extra History.

What on Earth do you mean?

I'm going to leave.

Leave? Leave where?

Leave Saintbury.

But why?

'Cos I've got to, sir.

Look here, Read. You and I
have known each other quite a long time.

Let's have it.

Come on, now, out with it.

Well, sir, I…

I've just found out that my mother's going
out to work again to pay for my education.

Are you sure about this?

My cousin wrote me from home,
he found out.

Well, I can't let her do it, sir, I…
I've got to leave.

Now, hold on a minute, I…

I don't think she is doing it
to keep you here.

I rather fancy this is my fault.

Your fault, sir?

I went to see your people

to find out whether they can
send you up to Cambridge.

I told them what it would cost

and they told me
to go ahead and enter you.

It seems your mother's
a very determined woman, Read.

She is, sir.

If you throw your hand in now,
you'll be letting her down terribly.

So don't do anything stupid,

and above all,
don't let her know you've found out.

It'll only hurt her.

No, we've got to find some other way out.

What's on your mind, Lorri?

It's young Read, Lynne.

I've got to get him to Cambridge somehow.

It all comes back to Daddy, doesn't it?

That memorial fund is being squandered
on some piffling building.

It makes me absolutely sick.

He's not just being pig-headed, darling.

He believes he's right.

He loves Saintbury.

He is Saintbury.

It's been his world for over 30 years.

You mustn't blame him for being foggy
about what goes on outside.

I don't blame him.
I only wish I could make him see.

If he agreed to this scholarship scheme,
the rest would follow him.

Yes, I know.

But we can't change him, Lorri.

- The light's got to come in from outside.
- Yes, I'm afraid you're right.

Only I shan't be here to see it.

Wait a minute, though.

Look, when's Commem Day?

July the 16th.

Why?

You said light from the outside,
didn't you?

Well…

I think I know how to let some in.

You have heard from the headmaster

of our record this year
in scholarships to the universities.

He has told you also that once again

we have beaten Cranborough at football.

Further…

Further, he has informed you

that during the past year

we have had four cases of measles,
three of chickenpox

and that one boy fell down a disused well
and broke his ankle.

But… But I have no doubt

that the piece of news
I am now going to give him

will come as a considerable surprise.

From my position on this rostrum, sir,

I demand that next week

these hardworking,

undernourished…

…and long-suffering boys

be given

an extra half-holiday.

Are you sure they'll turn up?

Well, I hope so,
I told them it's very important.

Look, darling, I must go now.
Mummy'll be getting fussed about the tea.

Alright, goodbye.

Hello, Lorraine.

Oh, good afternoon, Head.

Well, what do you think
of the parents this year?

- Oh, I think they're improving, don't you?
- Yes.

Have you heard the doctor's verdict
on Hartley?

Yes, I have.

I'm very sorry.

He's got to give up the house
at the end of term.

I know, it's his bad luck.

Look here, Lorraine.

I want you to withdraw your resignation

and take over Hartley's house
when he leaves.

I'm afraid I can't do that, Head.

Oh, for goodness' sake, Lorraine. Why not?

Look, Head, Hartley's given 20 years
of his life to Cloisters

and he's forced to chuck it now
just because he's a sick man.

He… He's parting with something
he's created and loved.

Do you think he wants to hand over to…

someone with whose views
he disagrees so violently?

No, Head, I'm afraid my respect for him
is too great.

Well, thank you for telling me
but I'm still very sorry.

Oh, well hit, Thomas.

By the way, the governors are meeting
after the dance tonight

to take a final decision
on our war memorial proposal.

Yes, I know, I…

Oh, uh… Excuse me, Head, will you?

I think I see a light on the horizon.

A light on the…

Mind if I nobble another one,
Mrs. Hartley?

No, do.
Lynne, give Peter another cup of tea.

Yes, of course.

I'm so sorry about Gerald.
What a time to get mumps.

- We only hope it doesn't spread.
- Oh, so do I!

Goodbye!

…insisted that I remain even after
I opened the bazaar.

No, thank you, I won't have any more.
Thank you.

We must be going, Ronald.

He's going to take me over the art school,
he's painted a picture.

- I'm sure it's terrible.
- It's a nude.

Good gracious! At your age?

It's alright, Mother. It's a man.

I should hope so indeed.

Mrs. Hartley, I don't think you've met
Mr. and Mrs. Read, have you?

I'm so glad you could come down to see us.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- You'll have some tea, won't you?

- Thank you very much.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Hartley.

- Goodbye, Lady Tracey.
- Ronald, do stop gnawing your fingers.

I don't think you know my husband, do you?

Goodbye, Mrs. Hartley.

- Goodbye.
- Thanks for looking after Gerald.

- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hartley.
- How do you do?

Heard a lot about you, sir.

Oh, um…

How do you do?

You'll sit down?

Oh, thanks very much.

Well, I think I'll go and chase up
young Jack.

What time did you arrive?

We got in about two.
We had a bite of dinner at the local.

But you should have come here!

That's what I said, only…
Father's independent.

Have you…

Have you seen over the school?

Well, we had a glance on our way up
from the cricket field.

- Lovely place you got here.
- Oh, lovely buildings.

So old, aren't they?

Sixteenth century.

Well, I never.

Oh.

- Dad?
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

You, erm…

You haven't been down here before,
have you?

Uh, no. First time.

We just shut up the shop to let--

I see.

Mum!

Hello, Jack.

- Dad.
- How are you, son?

- Didn't expect us, did you?
- No.

- Had tea, Jack?
- Yes, thank you.

As soon as your parents have had theirs

we take your mother
for a look round the house.

You'd like to see where Jack lives,
wouldn't you?

Oh, I would, yes.

And I expect you'd like to have a talk
with Daddy, Mr. Read?

Supposing you take Mr. Read
round the school, Daddy?

Oh, thank you.

Why yes, certainly, of course.

I'll be quite frank with you, Mr. Hartley.

When I first heard that Jack could come,
I wasn't too happy about it.

I wasn't worrying whether our Jack'd
suit your school

I was wondering whether your school'd
suit our Jack.

Oh, I see.

You see, I've always looked on this
as a sort of experiment

which might or might not come off.

I'm sure we agree on that point.

But now I'm feeling
very different about it.

Oh? In what way?

Well, this sort of school
doesn't only go in for book learning.

You teach 'em things here, Mr. Hartley,
that they don't learn at other places.

What sort of things?

Well, team spirit, for one thing and…
self-confidence, and…

how to get on with the other fella.

And good manners too, I hope.

Yes, that's one thing I always used
to say about Hitler.

He never had any manners.

To be truthful, Mr. Read,
your boy has been a problem to me.

I can understand that, sir.

You're not used to that sort of boy.

That's what I meant by getting on
with the other fella.

If Jack can get on with you,
I reckon he can get on with anybody.

Thank you.

Being under a man like you, Mr. Hartley,

that's given our Jack the finest start
he could possibly have.

I only wish I'd had an opportunity like it
when I was his age.

I think you owe your thanks
to Mr. Lorraine, not to me.

Ah, but Mr. Lorraine
is not the housemaster.

In the long run at a school like this,
it's the housemasters that count

I know that well enough.

Like the sergeant majors in the Army.

The colonel used to say to me,
"They're a rough lot."

"Make 'em into men, Sergeant Major.
Make 'em into men."

And I did.

Yes, I can believe that you did.

I don't know if you're aware of it,
Mr. Hartley

but your house has come to mean
a great deal to our Jack.

Very good of you to tell me.

In all the time you've been here

I don't suppose you ever have had
what you'd call a real failure, have you?

Well, I…

I don't quite know what to say.

Ah. I know well enough.

Well, did they catch the train alright?

Yes, dear. I tried to persuade them
to stay but they couldn't.

Good chap, old Read.

He told me he wants the boy
to be a schoolmaster.

I think that's rather
a compliment to you, dear.

I say, I have become old, haven't I?

Nonsense, Lloyd.
You've hardly changed since we first met.

Yes, in a way, that's rather what I meant.

Excuse me, sir.

- May I have this dance, Mrs. Hartley?
- I should like to, Jack.

Are the governors still at it, Hartley?

Yes, I think so.

♪ She shall be
Our guide and friend ♪

♪ Let us make her greatness greater ♪

♪ And her honour… ♪

Give the boy a chance, Lloyd dear.

Yes, Daddy, you must give him a chance.

Hartley,
you've never given that boy a chance!

"Twenty boys

being sons of poor townsmen of Saintbury

to be maintained out of the foundation
of this school."

Of native genius as far as may be,

and apt to learn."

"The rest to pay in custom
with other schools of grammar."

We have now been
discussing the same point

for exactly one hour and 42 minutes.

We really must make up our minds.

I don't know if you chaps are too old
but I want to have a crack at the dancing!

I still ask, Sir James, what is the point
of trying to educate these boys

amidst surroundings
to which they are quite unaccustomed?

In the long run,
what good will it do?

- May I answer that question, Sir James?
- Oh.

I don't know why the dickens
you're here but come in.

Come in.

Please forgive my bursting in like this

but it's probably the last time
I shall meet you all together.

You see,

I feel that the school
is in grave danger of making a mistake

for which I should be largely responsible.

And I want, before it's too late,
to try to prevent it.

I don't want to interrupt the proceedings
for longer than I can help

but as so many of you here

have contributed so generously
to the war memorial fund

Sir James Corfield has asked me
to announce the governors' decision.

There will be a plaque
placed in the chapel

commemorating the names
of old Saintburians who fell.

The balance will be spent
in founding scholarships

and to aid some boys to go on from here
to the university.

Thank you very much.

This is just a small gift from Cloisters,
sir, we'd like you to accept.

Every boy has contributed

freely and without any undue persuasion.

Afraid I'm not much of a hand
at making speeches, sir.

Hear, hear!

Anyway, you'll see by the inscription
how we feel about your leaving.

"To Lloyd Hartley MA

from the boys of his house

in affection and gratitude."

A…

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

Three cheers for Mrs. Hartley! Hip-hip!

Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

One more for luck! Hip-hip-hip!

Hooray!

Well, Lynne dear,
that's our last house supper.

- Lorri, help yourself to whiskey and soda.
- Thanks.

Well, they did cheer him tonight,
didn't they?

- It was grand.
- And how they cheered Mummy.

Yes, and what for?

- Well, may I tell you?
- Yes, please do.

Well then, I will.

They cheered you, my dear,
because to them you've been a mother

and a friend.

In your own way,
you've fought their battles for them and…

though you've never been disloyal to Lloyd

sometimes they've felt
that you were on their side.

That's why they cheered you
tonight, and…

in their hearts, they'll go on
cheering you all their lives.

Lorri…

Is this true?

Every word of it.

I'm glad you told her that.

- Where's Lloyd?
- In the study.

- Well, do you think he'd like a drink?
- I think he deserves one.

Come in.

How about a nightcap?

Oh, thank you, Lorri. I'd love it.

You know, I never expected
that cigarette box.

- I wonder who'll get this house.
- So do I.

- What about Alex Stevens?
- No, no. Too slack.

Too fond of fishing.

Why did you refuse it, Lorri?

I told you. I wanted a change.

I suppose your refusal
had nothing to do with me.

With you?
Well, how do you mean?

Well, we've had our arguments in the past.
I thought…

- No, no, no.
- Oh.

It isn't easy handing over this house.

I'd like my successor to carry it on,

well, in the way I'd like it carried on.

Oh, naturally.

I see that.

It's not that I object to change,
it's just that I can't change myself.

Well, that's the penalty of growing older.

I suppose I've just got vain and pompous.
I think my ways are best.

Well, they've proved pretty sound
in the past.

Maybe, but I've gone past with them.

Tomorrow, I start packing up
and hand the future over to someone else.

I wonder who?

That rests with the Head.

Does it?

I believe it rests with me.

I believe you refused this job
because you didn't want to hurt me.

Well, what if I did?

You wouldn't like me here, Lloyd,
would you?

Not in your shoes.

Listen to me, Lorri.

I've been doing some hard thinking lately.

You're the man to do
the kind of job that's coming.

The kind of job I know I can't do.

I'm asking you now, before it's too late,
to take on this house next term.

No, a new man.
An outsider, that's much the best.

Not from my point of view.

Because I want the things that are good
in this house to remain

and in your hands, they would.

Well, I'd love to more than anything,
you know that. But, uh…

Then will you?

Well, if you really mean that, Lloyd…

I will.

Thank you, Lorri!

Thank you very much.

Daddy, Mummy's gone up to bed.

Ah, Lynne!
I've got some news for you.

Lorri's just agreed to take on the house.

What?

Oh, darling!

If you're half as good
a housemaster's wife as your mother was

you won't do so badly.

What is all that noise?

Come in!

We want Mr. Hartley!
We want Mr…

May I speak to you please, sir?

Yes, what is it?

You're… wanted in the top dorm, sir.

I'll stop that row.

We want Mr. Hartley!
We want Mr. Hartley!

We want Mr. Hartley!

We want Mr. Hartley!

We want Mr. Hartley!

We want Mr. Hartley!

We want Mr. Hartley!

What made you change your mind, darling?

Your father.
You know, I really think he wants me.

Oh, good.

Now, look, when we get our own furniture,
I think we better have the desk, um…

Well, there, I suppose.

Oh, Lorri. This is going to be wonderful.

Tell me,
do you think Mother will give advice?

Yes.
Unless she's a very exceptional woman.

- Will you take it?
- No.

Unless I'm a very exceptional daughter.

Oh. There you are, sir. Um…

Thompson said you wanted to see me
before I went to bed, sir?

Well, come in, Read.
I've got some news for you.

I thought you might like to know

that Mr. Hartley has recommended
that you go on to Cambridge

after you leave here.

Gosh, sir.

And can you keep your mouth shut?

I'll try to, sir.

I'm taking on this house
from next term.

Gosh, I am glad, sir!

Right. Now cut along to bed,
and not a word to anyone.

No, sir. Goodnight, sir.

Goodnight, Mrs. Lorraine.

No, Jack, not yet.

Well, next term anyway.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Gosh, sir!

Well?

Nothing, sir.

Well, jolly good show, sir.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Read.

Oh, Daddy,
go up to Mother at once!

They wanted a rag, so they got a rag.

But I downed six of 'em
before they got me!

Oh, Daddy, really!

Oh, I'm tired now, I'll go to bed.

Goodnight, you two.

Oh, er…

Don't alter my study, Lorri,
till tomorrow.

Tonight, it's still mine.

Oh, and Lorraine.

Don't keep Lynne down here too long.

Alright, Daddy, we're just coming.

- Will ours be a jolly good show, darling?
- It's got to be, Lynne.

It's got to be the finest show
we can make it.

You'll do it, Lorri. I know you will.

Well, we'll try.

We'll certainly try.

♪ Lord, dismiss us ♪

♪ With Thy blessing ♪

♪ Thanks for mercies past receive ♪

♪ Pardon all their faults confessing ♪

♪ Time that's lost may all retrieve ♪

♪ May Thy children ♪

♪ Ne'er again ♪

♪ Thy Spirit grieve ♪

♪ Let Thy father-hand be shielding ♪

♪ All who here shall meet no more ♪

♪ May their seed-time past be yielding ♪

♪ Year by year a richer store ♪

♪ Those returning ♪

♪ Make more faithful than ♪

♪ Before ♪