Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #3

No, I don't believe

they call me that.

Well, I shall. How do you, Mr Chips?

(Chuckles)

- ..quite categorically.

- (Laughs)

- Is that your walking party?

- Oh.

(Man) Come along now!

There they are.

(Man) Good evening! I hope

you've something tasty for dinner.

We've a hearty set of appetites,

I promise you.

(Man) You're very lucky,

most of our rooms are booked

well in advance at this time of year.

Room 22. And do not

smoke your pipe in the bath.

(Indistinct chatter)

Ah, the celebrated Maud - that's

very convenient. I wonder if...?

Ah, the pianist!

(Woman) I'm sorry,

nobody wants to play.

They're having a soiree, they say.

We can't play with three.

Oh!

Excuse me.

Forgive my intrusion but...

could you bear to make up a four?

How kind. I'd be delighted.

- I'm not very good, I'm afraid.

- Neither are we so that's splendid.

(# "Come Into The Garden, Maud")

Um... Would you mind most awfully

if I sat in that chair?

- Oh... No.

- Thank you. Thank you.

(Man, singing badly)

# Come into the garden, Maud

# For the black bat, Night, has flown

# Come into the garden, Maud

# I am here at the gate alone

(Grandly) # I am here

# At the gate alone... #

- He deserves to be there alone.

- # ..spices are wafted abroad

# And the musk of the... #

Play, young man?

No, I don't, but I am quite musical.

No, play your hand - we're waiting.

# And the planet of Love is on high #

# Beginning to faint

in the light that she loves

# On a bed of daffodil sky... #

- Your lead.

- Mm? Oh, so sorry.

# For I am here... #

- Yes?

- # ..at the gate

# Alone #

They're grateful he's finished.

My husband was a much worse singer.

Shh! Listen.

(# Schumann:
About Strange Lands

And People )

- Morning.

- Morning, sir.

Oh, good morning.

- Hello!

- I didn't know...

- Are you staying...?

- Yes, I am. It's very pleasant.

Well, you are up early.

- Much to do, Miss Bridges.

- Kathie.

- Kathie.

- Yes?

No, I was just repeating your name.

What is your "much to do", Mr Chips?

Oh, I'd heard there were

some ruins nearby.

You mean my walking party?

Well, I wondered if...

Is it possible... Could you join me?

It's not very interesting and I'm

dull company - dry as dust, I fear.

I shall join you. I shall sweep off!

Do you bicycle?

Careful. (Laughs)

- Don't look down.

- Don't look down?

I'm looking straight ahead,

does that help?

- (Kathie laughs)

- (Chipping) Oh! It's almost fun.

- Watch that...

- Whoa!

Take care!

Yes, don't you think

if you had a wife

you would respect her enough

to believe she could vote?

But women have never voted.

I fear we're too late for supper.

- I'm most awfully sorry.

- Women have a right to be doctors.

- I hope you're not too hungry.

- Oh, do stop changing the subject!

Women would make good doctors.

We're wonderful healers.

And we civilise matters.

Well, yes, I suppose,

if you put it like that, yes.

Do you like Mr George Bernard Shaw?

I have never asked myself that

question but the answer is no.

But he says wonderful things.

He says very unsettling things.

Like women should be allowed to vote?

(Both laughing)

Thank you for a wonderful day.

Oh, to the contrary, thank you for

making such a wonderful companion.

Good night.

If we were to, um...

Well, I mean, were we to meet...

Let us shake hands.

Like we did before.

You know I leave tomorrow?

Katherine, the train leaves

at twenty past seven, remember.

(Laughter indoors)

I'd no idea.

Do come and bid me goodbye.

(Horse and carriage outside)

- Morning, my dear.

- Morning.

Come along, time to be off!

(Bearded man) Katherine?

(Church bells tolling)

Blast!

(Hotelier) Mr Chipping!

Miss Bridges has just left.

She asked me to give you this.

Would you mind? Thank you.

(Panting)

(Yells)

- (Horses neigh)

- (Driver) Whoa!

(Man) Good heavens!

(Second man) Gracious!

Good morning!

(Bearded man) Extraordinary!

What is the fellow doing?

(Woman) Good heavens.

I hope you're not going to

forget yourself?

I believe I already have.

(Man) Well, I never.

(Driver) Walk on.

Your bag!

(Laughs)

Have you heard?

Chipping's got married!

That must be her.

(Man) Did he tell you, Staefel?

No, but I'd say, "Well done."

Imagine what she must look like.

I mean, marrying Chipping?

Oh, good!

Gentlemen, may I introduce

my wife, Katherine?

- Welcome, Mrs Chipping.

- Max Staefel.

- Well done, old boy.

- Thank you.

- Congratulations.

- Metcalf.

Exquisite!

Hold that - carefully.

Wonderful, wonderful.

Now, you must be

the photography club, hello.

What is the Latin term

for "dark horse"?

I told you, my friend,

the world would like what it saw.

She is adorable.

- (Thunder rolls)

- Oh, Mrs Chipping, come.

You must all come to tea. All of you.

And you, Herr Staefel.

Now one of me.

(Chipping) The chronicles

of the Romans in Britain

were written by a scribe

with first-hand experience.

To whom do I refer?

- Yes, Colley.

- Sir, it was Tacitus.

Indeed, it was.

Who was Tacitus's father-in-law?

And Colley, please do not say,

"Well, sir, it wasn't me."

(Laughter)

(Colley) It was Agricola, sir.

Very gratifying, Colley.

I hope you will impart this

to your brother - I failed to do so.

Good morning, Headmaster.

- (Boys) Morning, Headmaster.

- Morning, gentlemen.

Letting some fresh air

into the classroom?

- Yes, it was my wife's idea.

- Jolly good idea.

- Is she settling in?

- Very much so, sir. Still exploring.

I'd like to find something

for her to do here.

You'll find her most receptive, sir.

(Bell rings)

Gentlemen, dismissed!

Quietly, please. Festina lente.

Colley, translate, please.

- Er, hasten slowly, sir.

- As words to deeds, Colley!

(Indistinct muttering)

(Boy) I'll give you something

to really blub about.

- Come on.

- Stop it, Wallingford!

- What are you doing?

- Chipping's coming!

(Thud)

What is the meaning of this?

(Wheezing and coughing)

Gordon, Cooper, Park.

(Clicks fingers)

Be ashamed!

Wallingford. Fifth form prep room,

this instant!

Yes, sir.

Come here, Rushton.

Here you are, Rushton. Good boy.

Now, Anthony, I shall be very gentle.

Hm?

Rushton, is there anything

you might have done

to make Wallingford think

you had provoked him in this action?

Please, sir, my mother has died

and I was blubbing, sir.

Thank you.

(Whispers) Chips, this is frightful!

Why does this boy Wallingford

do this sort of thing?

Are you going to cane him?

I don't know.

(Door opens)

(Sighs) Sit down.

What is your model in all this?

What - or who - convinces you

that this is

the behaviour of a gentleman?

Wallingford, I shall be seeing

the Headmaster this evening.

He may wish to expel you.

(Staefel humming happily)

The Headmaster likes to sit

with his elbows on the table.

So we allow him room to do so?

No, Mrs Wetherby doesn't like him

to have his elbows on the table.

So as ever you have to judge

how far he wishes to take the matter.

Therefore...we leave him room enough

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