Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #9

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-We're even then.

His letters to me are full of you.

Well, I must be off if I'm

to catch that bus.

-Oh, I'm afraid so. I'll get your coat.

-Thank you.

Well, goodbye, young fellow. Goodbye.

And don't choke yourself. Bye-bye.

Aren't the colors marvelous this autumn?

I like to think he'll be back

before the leaves fall.

There's every hope, Helen.

Hope of peace.

Beats me how any fight could last

so long with a Colley in it.

Think of living without fear again.

Without trembling at the sight

of a letter or telegram.

I know.

I try to imagine him

about the place again...

...doing some commonplace thing.

Working in the garden, perhaps,

or washing the dog.

I can't imagine I shall ever get used

to the joy of it.

Surely, we shall never again

take our happiness for granted.

Goodbye. There's no one

I'm so happy to see as you.

Goodbye, Helen.

Next time I come, I'll expect

to find the three of you.

There's that bus. Goodbye.

Hi there. Hi.

From every point comes news of hope.

We can say at last without fear

that the end is in sight.

But even in victory,

we have cruel news to bear...

...losses that are the more tragic...

...because peace is so close at hand.

Peter Colley...

...lieutenant in the Coldstream Guards...

...was killed in action during a trench

raid on the night of November the 6th.

He remained in full view of the enemy

in order to rescue his batman...

...who had fallen fatally wounded.

Both men died

before they could be brought in.

It is a great honor to Brookfield

that His Majesty the king...

...has posthumously awarded Lt. Colley

the Distinguished Service Order.

None of you here

will remember Max Staefel.

He was German master at Brookfield

from 1890 until 1902.

He was very popular here,

made many friends...

...among whom I was proud

to include myself.

I received a letter from Switzerland

this morning...

...informing me that he had fallen

advancing with the Saxon Regiment...

...on the 18th of October last.

The Saxon Regiment? Does he mean

that he was fighting for the Germans?

Must have been.

Funny reading his name out with

the others. After all, he was an enemy.

One of Chips' ideas, I suppose.

He's got lots of funny ideas like that.

Yes, sir. He should be just

coming out of school now.

I expect him at any moment.

Hold the line, sir.

Here is Mr. Chipping.

From London, sir. Col. Morgan.

Yes? Oh, hello, Morgan.

Yes.

Oh.

Yes. Yes, of course.

It was good of you to call me.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Headmaster of Brookfield.

A-M-A-A-D-A.

-Ainsworth.

-Attwood.

Avenmore.

Hello!

The Danube would certainly

be blue for both of you tonight.

To the future.

First of April, sir.

April fool!

-Barnard.

-Bryant.

Benson.

Killed in action.

-Cooper.

-Craven.

-Castle.

-Colley.

Better send for the headmaster.

I promised to let him know.

Whittaker, stop that bell tonight.

Mr. Chipping's very ill.

Yes, sir.

Poor old chap.

He must have had a lonely life,

all by himself.

Not always by himself.

-He married, you know.

Did he? I never knew about that.

She died a long while ago.

Pity.

Pity he never had any children.

What was that you were saying

about me?

Nothing at all, old man.

Nothing at all.

We were just wondering when you were

going to wake up out of that beauty sleep.

I heard you.

You were talking about me.

Nothing of consequence, old man.

I give you my word.

I thought I heard you saying

it was a pity...

Pity I never had any children.

But you're wrong.

I have.

Thousands of them.

Thousands of them.

And all boys.

Goodbye, Mr. Chips.

Goodbye.

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