Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #10

School days, so they tell us

Are the most sublime of our lives

We'll have the time of our lives

It's the absolute prime of our lives

Yes, there are school days

That are golden

In the olden days,

it might have been true

But in the olden days they liked torture

And slavery too

What are you going to do?

School days, so we gather

Are the sweetest days that we'll know

And if that really is so

Well, it comes as a bit of a blow

I mean

If school days are the best of our lives

Imagine the rest of our lives

School days, school days

Never let me go

Come on.

- School days

- When I think of them

Are sublime

And you're sick of them

You can take your pick of them

- School days

- Work for scholarship

- What a time

- Lovable Mr. Chips

Talk about dictatorships

School days, they're the best

Oh, it's plain they are

It's plain they are

Cruel and inhumane they are

- School days

- Slightly insane they are

- That's the test

- It's just plain they are

Have you missed them?

I'll miss sunny high school days

- Sunny high

- Tap brass

- Sunny high

- School days

- Holidays

- School days, school days

Never let me

School days, school days

School days, school days

Never ever let me go

Oh, you were marvellous.

Don't worry.

I would like to congratulate...

...on your behalf, all those concerned...

...in this year's Founder's Night concert,

especially Mrs. Chipping.

And congratulations also

to her sprightly and dashing chorus.

I'm only sad that it will be my last

as headmaster.

And now, before I take my leave,

I must give you the news...

...for which, I have no doubt,

many of you are eagerly waiting...

...and which the governors have asked me

to convey to you tonight.

The name of the man whom,

after prolonged deliberations...

...they have chosen to succeed me

as headmaster of Brookfield.

Their choice has fallen

on Mr. William Stanley Baxter, M.A..

I'm so very sorry.

How very kind of you.

Thank you very much.

You have

my most sincere congratulations.

My dear Chipping.

how very good of you.

- Excuse me, my dear.

- Of course.

You can understand

my embarrassment, I'm sure...

...but I have it on excellent authority

that the governors intended no slight...

...whatsoever to you as senior master.

It was simply a question of age.

I understand perfectly.

Katherine?

Ale you still there?

Just coming up.

Dear Mr. Baxter, I'm so very glad for you.

It must have been a wonderful surprise.

Yes, it was.

Where will you be watching

the fireworks from, the river?

Very likely.

I'll see you there.

Excuse me.

Come along.

Those mean,

ungrateful old swine of governors.

What I wouldn't do to them

if I had the chance.

Quiet, dear.

The milk is spilt. Don't let's cry.

Go and change.

I won't cry.

I wouldn't dream of crying.

You could have imagined my feelings.

I had no chance to warn you.

Sutterwick, I suppose.

He turned the screws very hard.

There's been some question

of the school being evacuated...

...in the event of war.

since we're so close to London.

Sutterwick said he was prepared to fight

at cabinet level...

...for our exemption, provided that...

A valuable concession.

Headmaster...

...will you be seeing the chairman

of governors down at the river?

Yes.

I would like you to tender him

my resignation.

You're not serious.

Perfectly.

I can't work under Baxter...

...and I don't intend to try.

Dear man, you must think this over.

I don't need to.

My mind is entirely made up.

I won't back down.

Headmaster.

Do you think I shouldn't have resigned?

Oh, I didn't say that.

I said you were light to do

whatever you thought was light.

Must seem rather petty, I suppose.

but you see...

...I wanted it so much for you.

It wasn't much to offer you

for all I took away from your life...

...when we married.

but at least it was something.

What did you take away from me?

Oh, success and money, gaiety.

A hundred, hundred things...

...for which I've never been able

to give you anything in return.

Not even children.

Now, don't be absurd, Chips.

That's far more likely to be my fault

than yours.

Anyway, who wants children?

You do.

I know you do.

You've always wanted them desperately.

But darling, I have hundreds of children.

All boys.

Oh, Katherine.

Headmaster.

Forgive this intrusion so late, Chips.

I've seen the chairman of governors,

and he feels that with war so imminent...

...Brookfield cannot spare

any master at all...

...especially one of your qualities

and experience...

...and your immense value to the school.

Did he use those words?

And many more.

He wants me to say that he begs you

on his knees to reconsider your verdict.

What may I tell him?

That I'll consider it.

Ah, good.

Good for you

and good for Brookfield.

- Good night, Katherine.

- Good night.

On his knees, eh?

Well, that's just where he should be

to my husband.

This deserves something.

You and I

Have travelled far together

We've pursued our little star together

We are happy as we are together

We may never get to heaven

But it's heaven at least to try

You and I are going on together

Till the time we have is gone together

Watch the evening drawing on together

Growing older, growing closer

Making memories that light the sky

That only time can make

That only love can make

That only we can make

You and I!

I'd love cocoa.

I couldn't find any...

...so I felt that champagne

would be an adequate substitute.

Well, all right, then.

- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- Dean.

- Sir.

- Douglas.

- Sir.

- Edwich.

- Sir.

- Edwards.

- Sir.

Cover, boys!

Oh, get off.

You're worse than a flying bomb.

Those flying bombs

seem to be leaching a climax today.

I've counted 23 since 7 a.m.

Don't you think

you should send the boys to shelter?

But if I did.

they might well be in there all day.

Far better than to have them out in the

open running the risk of a direct hit.

You must do as you see right,

headmaster...

...but as it is Mr. Hitler's declared

intention since the D-day landings...

...to paralyse all normal life

in southern England...

...it seems to me our plain duty

is to carry on our normal life...

...here at Brookfield.

Carry on.

Boys?

- Gaye.

- Sir.

Breathe in. Heh, heh, heh.

- Yes. Yes.

- Oh.

Oh, I can still get into it.

Chips, isn't it wonderful?

Do you know my accompanist

Miss Honeybun?

How do you do?

Well, another concert?

Yes, for the RAF.

And the CO, believe it or not,

especially asked for "London is London."

Oh, well, that should be extremely....

Down.

Extremely what?

Diverting.

Oh, Chips, do you think I dare?

Of course you dare.

It is a charming song.

Liar. I'm awfully old for it.

Well, you're not looking awfully old.

Frankly, you look 18

and remarkably beautiful.

Mind you, I've never seen you

lying under the piano before.

You qualify all your compliments,

don't you?

Uh, it's gone "bang", Mr. Chipping.

Oh, I'm extremely sorry.

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