Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #2

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-Papa goes to Paris.

-So does my uncle.

He says Paris is a gay old spot.

-The French eat frogs.

-Frogs.

-Say, there's a balloon.

-Where?

-There she goes.

-Shove over.

-I wish I were up there.

-Stop shoving.

-There are two people in it.

-I bet I could go higher than they are.

-You'd funk it.

-I wouldn't.

-I wonder where he's going.

-So does he.

Cheer up.

I'm new too.

It's not easy to begin with.

-What'd he do, slap him?

-Kicked him, most likely.

Here we are. Mind your head.

I used to have this room.

You'll find the draft from this window

will give you a stiff neck.

What are you looking at?

Is something going on?

It's just as I imagined it. It means

everything to me, to come to Brookfield.

I suppose you felt the same way.

I'll get on. I know I will.

Headmaster at Brookfield.

That's something worth working for.

-Ever done any teaching before?

-Hm?

Ever done any teaching?

Oh, no, no.

-Come in.

-Your bag, Mr. Chipping.

-And the headmaster will see you now, sir.

-Oh, thanks. Thanks.

My gown. I mustn't keep him

waiting, must I?

A bit of a terror, isn't he?

-Look out, the old boy.

-Wetherby?

Trotting out the new man.

-This is your new colleague, Mr. Chipping.

-How do you do?

I want you to show Mr. Chipping

the ropes.

He is taking lower school

for preparation.

Good evening, Chipping. Anytime

you need to see me. Good evening.

-Good evening, sir.

-Lower school prep, eh?

-It's always the new master first day.

-You mustn't let them rag you.

-Take a look for drawing pins in your chair.

-Or rattraps in your desk.

-Thanks. I shall manage.

-You athletically inclined, Mr. Chipping?

Not that they ever become violent.

I mean, they don't carry weapons.

You mustn't take any notice

of these fellows.

The boys are a bit restless the first day.

New masters are an exciting

blood sport with them, but--

-The bell.

-You'll have to hurry.

-Good luck, Mr. Chipping.

-We'll keep our fingers crossed.

-Thank you very much.

-Mr. Chipping?

The headmaster has your

home address, naturally. Just in case.

Have you seen him?

What's he like?

New masters are always smelly.

-He's coming!

-Sit down.

Your cap, sir!

-Let me get it for you, sir!

-No, sir, let me!

-No, sir, I'll pick it up!

-No, sir, I will!

-That will do, thank you!

-We're glad to help.

Do you hear what I say?

Go to your places.

I have it, sir. I have it.

-It's a bit battered, sir.

-Do you lose your cap often?

-That's a silly question.

-Give that to me!

It's awfully dusty, sir. I'll see to it

for you, sir. It won't take a second, sir.

Give that to me.

-What's your name?

-Colley, sir.

Colley, back to your place.

Back to your places, all of you.

Yes, sir.

You will employ the hour

in writing an essay...

...on the book you were given

to read during the holidays.

I understand this was

Kingsley's Westward Ho!

If you're in difficulty,

I'll answer questions.

Thank you, sir.

-Sir?

What is it?

-Is a pencil all right?

-Of course not, idiot!

-Who's an idiot?

-Silence. I'll have no more of it.

-No more silence, sir?

-Sir?

-Who was Queen Elizabeth's husband, sir?

-She didn't have a husband.

-Surely you know what she was called?

-No, sir. What, sir?

Well, she was called the vir--

Well, she was called the--

-Never mind.

-Oh, sir. Please, sir.

-Please, tell us, sir.

-Get on with your work.

-Sir, who was Cadiz?

-Who was Cadiz? Who was Cadiz.

-Cadiz is a town in Spain.

-Of course, you ass.

-Isn't he an ass?

-Don't listen to him.

-May I kick him, sir?

-Quiet, please. Quiet.

-I think we'll get on with our work.

-Yes, sir.

-Well, is a pencil all right, sir?

-I don't care what you use...

...only please get on with your work.

-Yes, sir.

-At once, sir.

-Sir, how do you spell "armada" ?

-Can anyone enlighten this boy?

-Yes, sir. A-M-A-R-D-A.

-No, no, no.

-A-M-A-D-A!

-A-R-M-D-A!

No, it's A-M-A-R-D-A!

-Silence! Do you hear me?

-Silence! Silence! Didn't you hear me?

The teacher said, "Silence!"

Shut up, you lunatic!

Boys, do you hear me? Sit down!

Be quiet! Sit down, boys!

-Who did that, sir? I'll kill him for you, sir.

-Colley!

What is this?

What is happening?

Mr. Chipping?!

I'm-- I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid I--

It is just 18 years ago this term...

...since I had occasion to cane

the entire lower school.

The young gentlemen of that day

came honestly by their punishment.

I think I can say the same for you.

You will present yourselves

at my study tomorrow...

...in alphabetical order at intervals

of three minutes starting at 3:00.

I believe I can promise you

that I have lost none of my vigor.

-I think you better see me after prayers.

-Yes, sir.

Our profession is not

an easy one, Mr. Chipping.

It calls for something more

than a university degree.

Our business is to mold men.

It demands character and courage.

Above all, it demands the ability

to exercise authority.

Without that, I think any young man

should ask himself seriously...

...if he has not perhaps

mistaken his vocation.

-No, sir--

-When a man is young, Mr. Chipping...

...there are many

walks of life open to him.

I hope you don't mean I should resign.

I should be very reluctant to do that, sir.

It means everything to me to come

to Brookfield. I'll get on.

-Please give me the chance to prove it, sir.

-I am willing to forget the incident...

...but will those boys forget it?

You're going to have to face them again.

That'll take courage. Moral courage.

-However, if you care to make the trial--

-Thank you, sir.

-I shall watch your progress with interest.

-Thank you, sir. I'm deeply grateful to you.

Hello, Chipping. I hear the boys

gave you a rough time.

They will not do it again,

Mr. Bingham, I assure you.

Before we leave

I want to wish our cricket II ...

...the best of luck against

Sedbury this afternoon.

This year, Sedbury claims to be

sending us the finest team...

...that ever came out

of a very fine school.

Well, we shall give them

a hearty welcome.

We shall give them a big tea,

but I venture to predict...

...we shall not give them the cup.

The boys are unusually quiet.

What does it mean?

Something has occurred. What is it?

Well, sir, it's really

no business of mine, but--

-I think, sir, perhaps I can explain.

You, Mr. Chipping?

Yes, sir. I'm keeping my class

in this afternoon.

-That means Maynard, our best player--

-Please, Mr. Shane.

Sir, I'd entirely forgotten

about the cricket match.

-Forgotten?

-Yes.

My attention was drawn to the fact by

my class in such an insolent manner...

...I thought it inadvisable

to go back on my decision.

You observe the effect on the school?

I do indeed, sir. It's most regrettable.

Go on! Run it out! Run! Run!

-No, no, get back, you ass!

-Get back!

-Get back! Get back!

Out!

We've lost.

-Bad luck, Maynard.

Colley.

All right, sir. Sedbury's beaten us.

We've lost the cup.

Not just us, it's the whole school.

You don't care how the fellows feel.

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