Cavalcade Page #9

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- You're an old friend.

- Oh, that's very sweet of you, Jane dear.

All the same, I must go.

Why, I'm late as it is.

- Oh, going already, Margaret?

- Yes, Robert.

Why, I promised to be at the embassy

at half past 11:
00.

And now don't forget that

you're both dining with me on Tuesday.

Oh, my dear, how can we,

if you're going to Paris on Monday?

Oh, but I shall be flying

back in the afternoon.

Flying? (CHUCKLES)

She would.

(CHUCKLES) Now,

Robert, don't bother to come down.

- Nonsense. Of course I will.

- No, no, no, I insist.

- Now, I can easily let myself out.

- Very well.

And a happy New Year to you.

- Bless you both.

- Good night, dear.

The same to you.

Twice over.

Well, Robert, here we go again.

One more year behind us.

One more year before us.

- Do you mind?

- No.

Everything passes, even time.

That means you do.

And you don't?

I still believe in the future.

Ah, that's your strength, my dear.

I believe in the future, too,

but not quite in the same way.

It's been quite an adventure,

our life together.

A great adventure, Robert.

Anxious sometimes and sad.

Sometimes unbelievably happy.

But thank God, never dull or sordid.

And most of it

has come to us in this house...

- In this very room.

- Yes.

Sometimes I've almost hated it.

- You wouldn't move?

- Oh, my dear, of course not.

Well, we might have

some new curtains, of course.

- We have, dear.

- Hmm?

Have we?

Oh, so we have. I never noticed.

- They've only been up a week.

- Oh! (CHUCKLES)

Dear Robert.

In one minute,

(CORK POPS)

it will be 1933.

Well, Robert, what toast have you

in mind for tonight?

- Something gay and original, I hope.

- No, just the future.

Our old friend, the future...

The future of England.

But first of all, my dear...

I drink to you.

And I drink to you, Robert.

Loyal and loving, always.

Now, let's couple the future of England

with the past of England...

The glories, the victories,

the triumphs that are over.

And the sorrows that are over, too.

Let us drink to our sons

who made part of the pattern.

And to our hearts that died with them.

Let us drink to the spirit

of gallantry and courage

that made a strange heaven

out of unbelievable hell.

And let us drink to the hope

that one day this country of ours,

which we love so much,

will find dignity

and greatness and peace again.

But this poison gas gives us security.

The world must disarm.

The whole world's broke. We're all broke.

God is a superstition...

if he shall gain the whole world,

and lose his own soul.

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In the strange illusion, chaos and confusion

People seem to lose their way

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOG)

Dignity...

Greatness and peace.

(PEOPLE SINGING)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(ORCHESTRA PLAYS)

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