The Winslow Boy

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- Good night, William.

- Good night, Winslow. See you tomorrow.

As a matter of fact you won't I've

travelled on the 6:13 for the last time.

- Good heavens, you've been travelling on

it for years. - Forty-two, to be precise.

- Retiring

- Retiring?

- You don't look the retiring sort

- As a matter of fact I'm not.

- A slight touch of arthritis

- Arthritis? - Arthur my dear fellow,

you're talking to the right man.

My wife's brother was a martyr...

A positive martyr.

He found a specialist fellow...

The specialist saw him and said...

Goodbye! Good luck!

Arthur! You're back, dear.

- Mother, I'm nearly ready.

- Yes, Ronnie darling.

Your father will be with you in a minute.

- What am I not to be told?

- Can't you guess?

- How does he look in it?

- Quite adorable!

- Where's Catherine?

- She's in the garden, I think.

Yes. There she is, doing her envelopes.

- Should I tell her you're in?

- No, don't.

From now on, for my family

I will always be in.

- Oh Arthur dear, I'm sorry - I'd forgotten

today was your last day at the bank.

- What was it like?

- They gave me a watch.

To Arthur Winslow, from friends and

colleagues at Lloyds Bank, 09.09.1912.

- How nice.

- I don't know how you feel, Arthur...

- But I'm glad it's all over now. - I'm

glad that at last you can have a real rest.

I thought I made it clear to Dickie not to play

that infernal machine in the drawing room.

Hello, Father.

I was just practicing...

- The "Bunny Hug"

- What?

The "Bunny Hug". It's a cross between the

"Turkey Trot" and "Kangaroo Hop".

- Did you finish that work this afternoon?

- No...

Not exactly. But...

I think it's time you found out that I'm not spending

200 a year in keeping you at Oxford in order...

that you may learn to dance the...

- "Bunny Hop".

- "Hug", Father.

The exact description of the contortion

is immaterial.

I consider it disgraceful that a 19-y-o boy

should be .,..

Set an example in conduct and industry

by his 12-y-o brother.

I see, so that's being

brought up again, is it?

Ronnie got into the Navy, where I failed.

Well, I think it's the first to not be

understood by his own family.

If you go to your room, I suggest

that you take that object with you.

I'm terribly sorry, I'm

afraid I'm trespassing

- That's all right.

- My name Watherstone.

My father and I only moved in yesterday.

I know. We admired your

sideboard very much.

It is rather nice.

You must have a great many friends.

Not all are my friends.

But I wish they were.

"Votes for Women".

So you're a suffragette.

Do not be alarmed. I'm not militant.

I won't chain myself to your railings.

His father is a retired colonel

and he is captain of the Royal Artillery.

- Good Bye.

- Good Bye.

Mother, can I come in now?

Yes, Ronnie darling.

Remember it is a surprise.

Father?

Not like that Ronnie.

Like this.

That's better.

That's the first thing they teach you

when you get to Osborne.

Turn around.

He's quite the little naval officer

our Master Ronnie, isn't he?

He is a Navy Officer, Violet.

It is no longer our Master Ronnie.

Cadet Ronald Winslow,

Royal Navy.

Yes, I won't forget...

See you soon.

Goodbye, Ronnie. You have a great chance.

I know you won't let us down.

I won't, Father.

Goodbye! Goodbye!

Hello, mother and father. I am very happy.

I would like some more jam.

I scored a goal yesterday.

My chemistry's not too bad.

Thanks for the cake.

Please send more jam.

Dear father, you will be getting

my first term report next week .

I've got my fingers crossed.

I miss you all very much.

I'm counting the days until

the end of the term.

Hooray! There are only 32 to go.

I can tie 16 different kinds of knots.

Old Simpson says I can't draw a

map for toffee. Silly old fool.

Dear Mother, please send more jam.

Tell Kate I swapped my last jar

for a guinea pig.

I called it Kate.

Only nine days, 17 hours

and 22 minutes before the end of term.

Your loving son, Ronnie

You haven't forgotten that

John is coming at 12:30?

Master Ronnie!

- Hello, Violet.

- Aren't you coming in?

We weren't expecting you

back until Tuesday.

Yes, I know.

Why ever didn't you let us know

you were coming, you silly boy?

Your mother should have been

at the station to meet you.

Where are they, Violet?

- Church, of course.

- Oh, yes. It's Sunday, isn't it..

What's the matter with you? What have

they been doing to you at Osborne?

- What do you mean? - Well they seem to have

made you a bit soft in the head or something.

Well? Don't I get a kiss?

Or are you too grown up for that, now?

Sorry, Violet.

That's better.

- Where's your luggage?

- They're sending it on later.

Well, I must get these things dry.

They'll be so pleased to see you.

All things bright and beautiful,

All Creatures Great and Small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all

The rich man in his castle

The poor man at his gate.

God made them high and lowly

And ordered their estate.

All things bright and beautiful,

All Creatures Great and Small,

You'll receive John in the

study, dear, won't you?

- Yes.

- He should be here at any moment.

I hope you'll be kind, father.

You're not going to let me down and forbid the match, or anything, are you?

No. Look here, my dear

I'm much to keen on the prospect of

getting you off my hands at last.

I'm not sure if I like that "at last".

That will be John.

Quick, let's go into the conservatory.

You've forgotten your bag.

What on earth is going on here?

We're leaving you alone with John.

When you're finished, cough or something.

What do you mean 'or something'?

I know. Knock on the floor three times

with your stick and then we'll come in..

Do not you think that

might look a trifle...

coincidental?

We'll be out here.

Captain Watherstone.

How are you, John?

Forgive me for not getting up. My arthritis

has been troubling me a lot lately.

- I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

- Sit down, won't you.

Well, I understand that...

Would you be so good as to ring that bell?

Thank you. Do you smoke?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

In moderation, of course.

Well now, I understand you...

wish to marry my daughter.

Yes sir, of course, Sir.

Why, of course? There are plenty of

people about who don't wish to marry her.

But we won't quibble about that.

I think we'll take the romantic

side of the project for granted.

As for the more practical

aspect, however...

she is not, in case you

might think otherwise...

- the daughter of a rich man.

- I didn't think otherwise, sir.

Apart from a small

pension, we have nothing.

Except what I managed to save

during my career at the bank.

I propose to settle on her one

sixth of my total capital.

That's very generous of you, sir.

Not as generous as I

would have liked to be.

Now, about your own income?

Are you able to live on it?

- No, sir. I'm in the regular army.

- Yes.

But my army pay is supplemented

with by allowance from my father.

You rang, sir?

Yes, Violet.

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