If.... Page #4
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- Year:
- 1968
- 111 min
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- We'll all be dead by then.
- Well, I believe in having a goal.
That way you succeed.
Actually, that's your trouble.
You have no ambition.
Oh, I know.
Is your mum coming for Founder's Day?
Yes. She's bringing her new husband.
My new dad.
- What's he like?
- Actually, I don't think they're married.
I don't care.
I don't mind at all
about that sort of thing.
I shouldn't mind, should I?
No.
Oh, hell. I don't know.
Quick! Out the back.
That way.
Can you explain yourself?
- What are you up to?
- Nothing.
Who was with you?
No one.
- What did it feel like?
- Like drowning.
What's the most horrible way to die?
Getting a moth caught in your eardrum.
You can hear it as it eats into your brain.
Being flayed alive.
That's what the Crusaders did
to their enemies.
Used to send the neatly folded skins
back to their victims' wives.
Cancer's worse.
My mother took six months.
The night's dead.
You can hardly breathe outside.
is to have a nail bang through
the back of my neck.
Slowly.
I don't see what difference
the speed makes.
The speed of the nail.
The -The -The nail's speed!
The nail's speed.
The s-speed.
Thank you, my dear.
Of course,
there's - there's always a lunatic fringe.
There's a certain hard core
in the studies.
- Oh, dear.
- Yes.
I will have to deal firmly with it
in certain instances.
It may be necessary
to make a few examples.
The headmaster doesn't like
too much thrashing.
He wouldn't like College
to get a reputation for decadence.
- Hear! Hear!
- Of course. Of course.
And the juniors. How are the juniors?
On the whole, dull.
- Oh, dear.
- Of course, it's just a matter of proportion.
Unruly elements threaten
the stability of the house.
It's best to nip them in the bud.
Yes.
Well, you -you must do
what you think best.
- Thank you, sir.
- Thank you, sir.
Love so amazing
So divine
Demands my heart
My life
My all
The grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ...
the love of God
and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost...
be with us all evermore.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Senior table.
Quiet.
As soon as you've finished...
juniors to the sweat room
And wait in silence.
Carry on.
Fisher. That's your second bun!
I saw you. Put it back!
Travisl
Wallacel
Knightlyl
Come in.
Good evening.
I imagine you know why you're here.
No.
For being a nuisance.
A general nuisance in the house.
What do you mean, being a nuisance?
What have we done?
Done?
It's your general attitude.
You know exactly what I mean.
Attitude?
And we've decided to beat you for it.
Stand up properly when
the head of house addresses you.
There's something
indecent about you, Travis.
The way you slouch about.
with your hands in your pockets.
The way you just sit there
looking at everyone.
You three have become a danger
to the morale of the whole house.
You can take that
cheap little grin off your mouthl
I serve the nation.
You haven't the slightest idea
what it means, have you?
To you it's just one bloody joke.
You mean that bit of wool on your tit?
- Christ.
- You're in the sixth form now.
You should be prepared
to set an example of responsibility.
- You're a nuisance.
- You're pathetic.
And as such, you must be punished.
Well, have you anything to say?
Any of you?
Yes. I have.
The thing I hate about you, Rowntree...
is the way you give Coca-Cola
to your scum...
and your best teddy bear to Oxfam...
and expect us to lick
your frigid fingers...
for the rest of your frigid life.
Go down to the gym.
Wait outside.
Wallace.
Get up.
Thank you, Rowntree.
- Only four.
- Knightly.
Done.
Christ, that was a bit low.
Hey, Mick.
Blood?
Yeah. Blood.
Get up.
Thank you, Rowntree.
Travis.
Get your coat off.
Go to the bars.
Bend over.
Wait till you're told!
Get down.
Get up.
- Thank you, Rowntree.
- Thank you.
Thank you, Fortinbras.
Translate, please.
"'And do you not remember, 'I said...
"'that we also said that we must...
"'conduct the children
to war on horseback...
"'to- to be spectators...
"'and wherever it may be safe...
"'bring them to the front
and give them a taste of blood...
as we do with, uh - "'
Uh, "as we do with horses. "
A creditable guess, but no.
Anyone else?
Ayoung she-goat?
Look it up, Rowntree.
"Ayoung dog. A whelp. Puppy. "
For the first time in 13 years...
College House has won
the Bigley Memorial Marathon Chalice.
This house has seen great days.
It's going to see them again.
We're back on the right track at last.
But I don't want you to think
you can relax.
It's up to everyone to pull together.
I want to see each one of you
going all out.
I know you've got it in you.
So let's see College House back on top.
All right.
Right. House thump!
College House!
College House!
College House!
College House!
We're on our own now.
What are we going to do?
Trust me?
Of course.
When are we going to do it?
When I say.
Death to the oppressor.
The resistance.
Liberty.
One man can change the world
with a bullet in the right place.
Real bullets.
Fairest isle
All isles excelling
Seat of pleasure
And of love
Venus here
Shall choose her dwelling
And forsake
Her Cyprian groves
Space, you see, Michael,
is all expanding...
at the speed of light.
It's a mathematical certainty...
that somewhere,
among all those million of stars...
there's another planet
where they speak English.
Have a look.
"The Son of God goes forth to war...
We are all corrupt.
We are all sinful.
We are all meat to be punished.
If a soldier doesn't do his duty,
he expects to be punished.
There are failures great and small...
and there are punishments
great and small.
But there is one failure, one crime...
one betrayal...
that can never be forgiven.
And that betrayal is called desertion.
The deserter in the face of the enemy
must expect to be shot.
Jesus Christ is our commanding officer.
And if we desert him,
we can expect no mercy.
And... we are all deserters.
All right. Corporal, over here.
That's our objective,
where that tree is. Right.
Listen, "D" Section. Come on. Listen.
Hedge junction, 4:00,
bushy top tree.
We will attack and destroy that tree.
Right. Bren gun left.
Go on! Move!
Single filel
Single filel
Come on, Peter. Keep it up.
Well done, that man on the Brenl
Rabbit crawl all the way back to basel
Rabbit crawl, manl
Stop. What are you doing?
It's awful.
You forgot to yell.
The yell of hate.
It's the yell that counts.
Everybody back. At the double.
Ready? Charge!
Chargel
Stop there.
Get down! Get down! Get down!
You're all dead. I've won.
Sergeant's coming round. Re-form your men.
"A"Company, get into line.
Come onl Movel
- All right, Denson.
Bring your men over here. Hurry up.
- Don't dawdle. Now march properly.
- Left, right, left.
- Left. Left.
- That's right. Pick up a set.
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