Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #7

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approach the state...

...and entice them...

...into an alliance.

-Owen.

-O'Hara.

-Pearson.

-Pringle.

Pendennis.

Ewart.

Ellison.

Easton.

Eddington.

Fairbank.

Finch.

Fortescue.

-We've got a new telephone at home.

-Does it work?

No.

-Beddington.

-Bickersteth.

Bell.

-Stinks volunteered for South Africa.

-Crikey, that's tough on the Boers!

-Smith.

-Simpson.

I'm going to Queen Victoria's funeral.

Won't it seem funny

having a king?

-Lewis.

-Livingston.

-Logan.

-Lister.

Did you hear?

-Some French chap's flown the Channel.

-What?

-Mansfield.

-Maxwell.

-Martin.

-Mitchell.

Hey, boy, you!

Come here.

-Well, haven't you got a name?

-Yes, sir.

-Is it a secret?

-No, sir. It's Morgan, sir. Derek Morgan.

Oh, a Morgan, eh? I might

have known, trousers too short.

Morgans always grow out

of their trousers. Run along.

-Yes.

-The head would like to see you.

Oh, he would, eh?

Thank you.

You'd better take over for me,

will you?

You beast! I'll kill you for that.

Hey, hey! Boys, boys! Get up!

Stop it! Stop it at once.

Get up! Get up!

Come on. Get up.

A disgraceful exhibition.

Did no one ever tell you to keep

your hands up? Keep them up.

It's a wonder both your eyes

aren't closed.

-New?

-Yes, sir.

-What's your name?

-Colley.

A familiar name at Brookfield.

My grandfather's John Colley,

chairman of the school governors.

He's a scrapper too. Caned him

more than once. I'll do the same for you.

-What's your name?

-Perkins, sir.

I gather you're engaged

in the vegetable business.

-Do your duties include brawling?

-He called me a town cheese.

-He said I was a stuck-up snob.

-A " town cheese" ?

That was ill-mannered of you, Colley.

Shake hands.

No more of this nonsense.

I've got to get along.

Hurry up.

That's better.

If you knocked some sense into each

other, the afternoon hasn't been wasted.

-Come in, Mr. Chipping.

-Thank you.

-Sit down.

-Oh, thanks.

Have you ever thought

you would like to retire?

No, I've never thought about it.

The suggestion's there for you

to consider.

The governors would grant you

an adequate pension.

I don't want to retire.

I've no need to consider it.

In that case,

things will be a little difficult.

Why difficult?

-Do you want me to be quite blunt?

-Oh, yes, of course.

Look at that gown you're wearing. It's

a subject of amusement to the school.

I told you I wanted the new style

of Latin pronunciation taught...

-...and you totally ignored it.

-Oh, that. Nonsense, in my opinion.

What's the good of teaching boys to say

"Kikero" when they'll still say Cicero?

Instead of vicissim,

you'd make them say " wekissem. "

I'm trying to make Brookfield

an up-to-date school...

...and you insist on clinging to the past.

-The world's changing.

-I know the world's changing, Dr. Ralston.

I've seen the old traditions

dying one by one.

Grace, dignity, feeling for the past.

All that matters today

is a fat banking account.

You're trying to run the school

like a factory...

...for turning out moneymaking snobs!

You've raised the fees, and the boys

who really belong have been frozen out.

Modern methods, intensive training,

poppycock!

Give a boy a sense of humor and

proportion, and he'll stand up to anything.

I'm not going to retire.

You can do what you like about it.

He told Chips he's got to retire,

but Chips said he wouldn't.

I should think not.

He's been here hundreds of years.

He used to cane my father.

If Chips went,

the school would fall down.

-I never heard such rot.

-What's the rumpus?

Ralston wants to kick Chips out.

Says he's got to retire.

What? Get rid of Chips?

He just better try.

If he says another word to Chips,

I'll kill him.

The governors don't want you to resign.

Brookfield wouldn't be the same

without you.

You can stay here until you're 100

if you feel like it.

-We hope you will.

-We do indeed.

Sir John, gentlemen...

...it is good of you, John,

of all of you...

...to take this trouble for an old man.

But before I avail myself

of your confidence...

...I should like to persuade the head

that in these times...

...Brookfield has need of both of us.

That's generous of you, Chips.

But will it work?

I'll shall see to it that it does.

I'm even going to teach my Latin class

to say Kikero!

A few years of that,

and I'll have to retire.

Five years ago this summer,

when I was new to Brookfield...

...I ventured to suggest

to Mr. Chipping...

...that it was time for him to retire.

I was as new as that.

I even persuaded him to replace

the venerable garment...

...that had become another

Brookfield tradition.

Today, no one regrets...

...more sincerely than I do...

...that he finally feels himself

compelled to take my hint.

I invite you all to join me

in a toast...

...to Chips of Brookfield!

To Chips of Brookfield!

School! Three cheers for Chips.

-Hip-hip-hurrah!

-Hurrah!

-Hip-hip-hurrah!

-Hurrah!

-Hip-hip-hurrah!

-Hurrah!

We all know that Mr. Chipping's

retirement is a great loss to Brookfield...

...but we hope that he will have

many long and happy years.

I'm not going to tell Mr. Chipping

what we paid for the present...

...because, well, that's rude.

I believe he'd like to know that every

boy in the school subscribed to it...

...and every subscription was collected

without force of any kind.

Mr. Chipping, we want you to accept

this little token of esteem...

...from the boys of Brookfield.

It's meant to keep biscuits in.

Boys of Brookfield...

...I'm afraid Wainwright

has been guilty of exaggeration...

...in speaking of my services

to Brookfield.

But then, of course, he does come

of an exaggerating family.

I remember I once had to punish

his father for it.

I gave him one mark

for Latin translation...

...and he exaggerated it

into a seven.

I've seen a good many changes

at Brookfield.

I remember so much...

...I sometimes think

I ought to write a book.

What shall I call it?

Memories of Rod and Lines?

I may write it one day.

I may forget some things,

but I never forget your faces.

If you come and see me in the years

to come, as I hope you will...

...you may see me hesitate.

You'll say to yourself,

"The old boy doesn't remember me. "

But I do remember you,

as you are now.

That's the point.

In my mind, you remain boys...

...just as you are this evening.

Sometimes when people speak

of Sir John Colley...

...our chairman of governors...

...I think to myself, " Yes, a jolly little

chap with hair that sticks up on top...

...and absolutely no idea of Latin verbs. "

Aithough I am resigning,

I shall still be near the school.

I shall live at Mrs. Wickett's house,

just opposite Main Arch.

Well, remember me sometimes.

I shall always remember you.

I need not translate it for you.

Well, good night. And thank you.

-Glad you won't be far away.

-Anytime you need me.

I shan't hesitate.

-And, Chips...

-Hm?

...when you write that book of yours...

...remember that in addition

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