Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #9

- Sir.

- Gibbs.

- Sir.

- Glanville.

- Sir.

It's Dickinson-Brown again.

It's disgraceful.

He'll scale the boys.

I'm afraid they may have worse things

to scare them soon.

Do you think so, dear?

I prefer to believe in Mr. Chamberlain

and peace in our time.

- I wish I did.

- Really?

Steven, how many times have I told you?

I do beg your pardon.

Come on, Kennedy, it's the last of them.

- It's a lovely flower.

- Thank you, dear.

Oh, thank you, David.

It's a pleasure, Katherine.

Mrs. Chipping, David.

You know it's the rule.

In a week's time, I'll

have left Brookfield.

The next time we meet.

there won't be any rules.

When you're in the Horse Guards,

there'll be some.

Allow me.

See you at lunch.

Oh, God, you're so beautiful.

- Chilton.

- Sir.

- Fan.

- Sir.

- Faye.

- Sir.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

I had to come in person and tell you

how very sorry I was to hear your news.

How very kind of you, Katherine.

Yes, leaving here after 20 years

is going to be rather a wrench, I admit.

But of course, it has to be.

Anno Domini.

It doesn't seem fair, does it,

that as we get older...

...they stay the same age.

No, it doesn't.

Oh, well.

I realise that delicacy

may prevent you asking this...

...but I have recommended your husband

to the governor as my successor.

Not that that may count for much.

Oh, you know it will.

I'm terribly grateful.

Well, there's no need.

- Miller.

- Sir.

I recommended the man

that I thought would be the best.

I haven't always thought that.

I suppose, but, uh...

How long have you been married?

- It's our 15th anniversary today.

- Ah.

- Vincent.

- Sir.

- Wedlake.

- Sir.

- Wenham.

- Sir.

- Whitely.

- Sir.

- William.

- Sir.

- Wordsley.

- Sir.

- Wright.

- Sir.

- Yates.

- Sir.

Thank you.

Thank you for my anniversary present.

Your own you'll find on the table

in front of you at lunch.

Meaning you'd totally forgotten.

No wonder the boys call you Ditchie.

Short for "ditchwater, dull as."

I don't think they do any longer.

- What do they call you?

- I don't know.

Chips, I think. Chips.

- Ah, now, that's much better.

- Oh, no, Max, they still don't like me.

I don't expect them to any longer.

unfeeling little monsters.

Let them unfeel. Who cares?

In the last 35 years.

I've become just as unfeeling as they are.

Hey, boy-

Where's the file?

- I'm late for class, sir.

- Why?

Sir, I was down at the

swimming pool, sir...

...practicing my diving and my watch

stopped, because it got water in it.

Not very convincing. I suggest this.

You were on your way to class

when I called you over...

...and gave you a lecture

on your slovenly appearance.

If asked,

you will bear that out, Mr. Staefel?

All right, boy? Cut along.

Yes, sir.

Thanks awfully.

Just as unfeeling.

What?

No matter.

Dear fellow, this will be the last time

we shall take this little walk together.

Tomorrow is Founder's Day...

...and the day after, I leave for Germany.

Is that your choice?

Dear fellow,

how can you possibly think it is my choice?

So it will be goodbye.

Do you have to go?

All German citizens

have been ordered home by the Fhrer.

- Disobey.

- I have a mother in Dresden.

- They wouldn't do anything...

- They would.

Dear fellow, they would.

and well we both know it.

She's an old lady, I know,

but, uh, I still love her very much, and...

The world has grown a little unlovely.

don't you think?

No, of course you don't.

How lucky you English are.

And how little you always appreciate it.

What on earth's this?

Anniversary, I'd forgotten.

Have you gone out of your mind?

It's Apollo, isn't it?

Of course it's Apollo.

- It comes from quite near Paestum.

- It also comes from Pinkerton's.

- Mole soup, Maxwell?

- Thank you, Mrs. Chipping.

I happened to be passing Pinkerton's...

Everyone passes Pinkerton's.

No one who isn't called Rothschild

or Rockefeller ever goes in.

This, madam.

must have cost you well over three figures.

I'm not that well-off.

Well, don't you think it's beautiful?

I think the Taj Mahal is beautiful.

I don't expect it

as an anniversary present.

I've never known anyone more wickedly

or wantonly extravagant than my wife.

What's more.

- Those curtains over there are new.

- Yes, sir.

- As it so happens...

- You thought I wouldn't notice.

Now, how much did they cost?

No, don't tell me. I'll have a stroke.

I beg you to remember...

...you are no longer earning hundreds

of pounds a week in Phyllis from Finchley.

Flossie from Fulham. Finished, Benson?

You are the wife

of an impoverished schoolmaster.

One thing's very certain.

I can't, unhappily, send the

curtains back, but this I can.

And will.

Directly after lunch.

You will then go down

to Woolworth's and buy me something...

...I really want.

It's no laughing matter, I assure you.

You must learn your lesson

or take the consequences.

Yes, dear.

Does this have to be here?

No, dear. Anywhere you like it.

What is it, anyway?

It's the parasol I had

in Phyllis from Finchley.

Ah.

Yes, well, this wouldn't look right there.

Well, maybe the whatnot.

Come in.

Katherine.

I just had to come and talk to you.

Oh, Katherine. I heard every word

that old brute said to you at lunch...

...and I knew how you'd be feeling...

Katherine?

Did that boy call you Katherine?

Do you allow boys to call you

by your Christian name?

Not all boys, no.

But this boy?

Most outrageous.

How shall I put it?

This boy, I take it, is in love with you.

Don't blame him.

No, I do not blame him, I blame you

for encouraging him.

- Flirting with him, no doubt.

- Ha, ha, ha.

And who, play, is the old brute?

You.

I thought as much.

A fine conspiracy you've been having,

you two, behind my unsuspecting back.

It's unlucky for you, isn't it,

that I've nipped your pranks in the bud?

Yes, Mrs. Chipping?

And what precisely

do you have to say to that?

How do you nip a plank in the bud?

What have I married?

That's what I ask myself.

We'll speak of this later.

You smiled

I smiled

We smiled

It was love

This is quite definitely the place for it.

I can't think why we ever argued.

Thank you for your message.

I meant it.

You were quite light

to laugh at me just now.

But you see.

I resent you looking so young.

If you looked older,

boys wouldn't fall in love with you...

...and you'd look

like a headmaster's wife.

You said " headmaster."

I meant "housemaster."

- But you said "headmaster."

- It was a slip of the tongue.

You've heard something.

Now, come on, tell me.

Tell me what you've heard.

Just that I had a word

with the chairman of governors yesterday...

...and he gave me to understand

that a certain matter...

...may be what you would call

"in the bag."

Oh, Chips, and you never told me.

That boy is quite light.

You are an old brute.

Well, I thought it might bring bad luck.

There's no such thing.

Oh, darling, darling, Chips,

I'm so happy for you.

I'm rather happy for myself.

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