Goodbye, Mr. Chips
- Year:
- 2002
- 99 min
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Thank you.
(Shouting)
(Man) Howzat!
(Second man) Well fielded!
(Man) Keep the pace up!
(Man) No running!
Colley!
Good Lord. Where do you imagine
this one's from?
By Jove. Those ears!
You think his mama used them
to hoist him out of his crib?
(Laughs)
- Sir? Follow me to the Headmaster.
- Thank you.
Chipping?
We've never had
a Chipping here.
Indeed, Headmaster?
It's Chipping as in Chipping Norton.
Or if you prefer, Chipping Camden.
I've never been to Chipping Norton
or to Chipping Camden.
Which, as you say, I may well prefer.
Now, the agency says
And here at Brookfield we believe
in giving the second chance.
Now...
The boys are, I warn you,
most energetic.
Most.
And if in your previous school
discipline proved a problem...?
- If I might explain...
- The fact is, Chipping,
our Latin master's gone,
came into a huge inheritance,
but there's still a month of term.
Ideal trial period!
We can always think again,
I mean, after that.
Can you take the Lower Fifth now?
Declensions, conjugations -
- no striving necessary.
- Yes. Thank you, Headmaster.
Thank you, Chipping,
we are rather desperate.
(Headmaster) Ah, Rivers. Good man.
Mr Chipping is taking the Lower
Fifth. Would you show him there?
- Yes, Headmaster.
- (Door opens)
We'll get you accustomed
to Brookfield's language
or you shan't know
what we're talking about.
A boy shan't ask for a glass of milk,
it's "a tot of dolly."
He mustn't wear "gutties" in dorm,
"gutties" are for cricket.
Nor can a boy wear his "pigs" in dorm
either - "pigs" are his boots.
- (Chattering)
- (Rivers) Walk!
The Upper Third. Like all
young beasts they need restraint.
Ahh!
Henshaw, you burnt
my toast again today.
Sorry, Rivers! I won't do it again!
That suggests you did it
deliberately.
You should say,
"I shan't let it happen again."
I shan't let it happen again,
Rivers! Ow!
The standard of fagging this year
is deplorable.
This is Mr Chipping.
He will take you for Latin.
All the books you shall need -
in the drawer. Sir.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
(Boys) Good afternoon, sir.
(Chipping) Possum - I can.
Potes - you can.
- Potest...
- (Thud)
(Laughter)
May I enquire as to the nature
of your unannounced recreation?
(Boy) Please, sir,
he's playing possum.
- "Playing possum"?
- Like opossum - the animal, sir.
He's pretending to be dead, sir.
Take 100 lines and resume your desk.
Sir, I can't,
I hurt my arm when I fell.
(Laughter)
200 lines, and sit, please.
Oh, I think... I feel ill
(Imitates vomiting)
(Boys groan)
300 lines, after school,
in this classroom.
(Pretending to cry)
(Boys) Ohh...
500 lines and sit!
- Oh, no, sir...
- Right!
- Get back here!
- (Boys cheering and banging)
(Muffled shouting and banging)
Get back here, boy!
Go on, Colley, run!
Gentlemen!
(Silence)
Where is your honour?!
Is this the spirit of Brookfield?
From two o'clock tomorrow every boy
will come to my office for caning.
Alphabetical order,
one boy every five minutes.
Resume your books.
Er, the staff room, I think.
- Good afternoon.
- Afternoon.
(Chuckling)
- How do you do?
- How do you do?
- Burnley, Geography.
- Chipping, Latin.
- Glass of brandy?
- Thank you, no.
(German accent) What was that row?
Shh.
Hello! I'm Staefel. I do German.
Chipping. I do Latin, I hope.
Was that your baptism of fire?
I say, if you're Latin
it's your night for Prep.
Ah, Metcalf, a change of plan.
- Could you possibly take Prep?
- Headmaster, please!
In the light of the scene
I just witnessed...
Headmaster, you've only just put
my name down. I should dearly hope...
A second chance, I believe you said,
Headmaster? That at Brookfield, er...
- Forgive me, I've already asked...
- Headmaster,
if the boys hear their behaviour
proved coercive...
Oh, very well. As you were.
- Metcalf.
- How do you do?
Hm. (Chuckles)
They put a pigeon in my desk
on my first day.
Said it was a homing pigeon.
Called it Friedrich.
I do know how to teach.
You have some hours before Prep.
Go out, out there under the sky.
Look around.
What is the saying? "Distance lends
enchantment to the view."
Go out, come back refreshed.
(Boy) Bravo!
- Bravo!
- Hard luck.
Seeking inspiration?
No, sir!
Henshaw, isn't it?
What are you doing?
Sir, a prefect gave me a ha'penny
to pay for an errand
and I've lost it, sir.
If I don't find it he'll thrash me.
Well, you should be more careful,
shouldn't you?
Henshaw?
Be more careful with that, hm?
Thank you, sir!
- Howzat!
- (Scattered applause)
- Chater. Cherry.
- Yes, sir.
- Clarke. Cochrane.
- Yes, sir.
- Colley. Copeland.
- Yes, sir.
- Deverill. Dexter.
- Yes, sir.
(Sniggering)
(Giggling)
Would the boy at the head of
the table behind me please stand up?
- Do you mean me, sir?
- I do, yes.
- What is your name?
- Colley, sir.
Colley?
Is not a "Colley" a dog?
(Boys sniggering)
When I was a boy
I had a dog of that breed.
His name was Rover.
Very well...Rover,
for slamming down your book twice
and denying other boys
their right to study,
you will stay behind, and in your
detention you will write 100 times,
"A dog will never behave like a boy
"but a boy
will sometimes behave like a dog."
- (Laughter)
- In Latin.
I shall be interested
in your translation.
Well now, Rover... Sit!
(Laughter)
(Man) Get a move on, you chaps!
Oh!
(Man) Go to it, hounds!
Bailey. Eastham. Bell. Watson.
Hope you're getting them all!
When you consider that
Metcalf is a housemaster
does one want to be a housemaster?
Pick those feet up, Brookfield men!
- Pick those feet up!
- Still, I should like to be asked.
So should I. Good, keep going!
Collins, well done.
But I shan't get it, I have become
philosophical about my ambition.
It makes me avoid disappointment.
Have we done?
Er, yes, I think so...
Oh, no, Alderdyce.
(Gasping and coughing)
(Chipping) Oh!
That's enough.
Let's get you back, Alderdyce.
Please, sir, I want to run. (Coughs)
- Don't talk nonsense.
- Watch out.
Alderdyce!
Get back on the trail at once!
Chipping, what are you doing?
Oh, come on, he's been in
the sanatorium since Term Day.
Do not mollycoddle him!
Do you want him to be ill again?
No, this is not good.
Very well.
Alderdyce, be a milksop.
See how that will profit you.
Really, Metcalf!
- Come on, Alderdyce.
- (Metcalf) Come on, boys!
Alderdyce is on holiday!
Fifteen minutes
to full change, everyone!
Well done, Hounds.
Very well done.
Well done, Hare - where are you?
Jolly good trail. Well done.
- So well done everyone.
- Thanks.
Or nearly everyone.
(Jeering)
(Coughing)
And expect Cicero. They're obsessed
with Cicero at Cambridge.
Yes, sir.
You should feel very confident,
Hawthorne,
I've not had a student
who prepared so thoroughly.
Come on, Hawthorne, what is it?
Sir, I've been a scholarship boy
at Brookfield
and been made to feel pretty low
on account of it.
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