The Winslow Boy Page #12

Synopsis: In Edwardian England, a thirteen year-old cadet, Ronnie Winslow, is expelled from the naval academy at Osborne for stealing a seven shilling postal order. His father and sister become obsessed with proving his innocence at any cost to themselves, and turn the case into a national cause celebre.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Anthony Asquith
Production: LionsGate Entertainment
  2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.8
Year:
1948
117 min
308 Views


with the years and the

stiffening of the joints...

But my love for you will never fade.

That's very charmingly said, Desmond.

Don't make fun of me, Kate, please.

I meant every word I said.

Whatever you may feel, or not feel for me,

whatever you may feel for anybody else.

I want you to be my wife.

Thank you.

Can you give me a few

days to think it over?

Of course, of course.

I need hardly tell you how

grateful I am, Desmond.

There's no need. Really, there's no need.

Well, I must go and see Sir Robert.

Strange man, that. At times,

so cold and distant and...

But what an actor! Almost convinced me

that he believed what he was saying...

until I saw him go out with

the Attorney General after.

You're wrong, Kate. He has

a passion for this case.

A real passion. I happen to know. Of

course, this mustn't go any further...

but I know that he has made a very

very great personal sacrifice...

to bring this to court.

Sacrifice? What? Another brief?

No. That is no sacrifice to him.

No. He was offered - but you must

really promise not to say a word.

Come Desmond. What was he offered?

The appointment of Lord Chief Justice.

Lord Chief Justice?

Yes. He turned it down simply in order to be able to

carry on with the case of Winslow against The King.

Strange are the ways of men, are they not?

- Goodbye, my dear.

- Goodbye, Desmond.

Oh, no, dear. You mustn't do that.

It annoys the exchange.

I'd rather annoy the exchange

than have the exchange annoy me.

Catherine's late.

Perhaps they're taking the

lunch interval later today.

Lunch interval?

This isn't a cricket match. Nor, may

I say, is it a matinee at the Gaiety

Why are you wearing that

highly unsuitable headdress?

Don't you like it, dear? I thought

it was one of Mme Dupont's best.

Grace, dear - your son is facing

charges of theft and forgery.

It's so difficult! I simply can't be seen

in the same old hat, day after day..

I tell you what, Arthur. I'll wear my black

coat and skirt tomorrow - for the verdict.

Mother, you can't you get

rid of those reporters?

Hello, Dickie.

You came to be in at the death?

- Is that what it's going to be?

- Looks like it.

I could cheerfully strangle that old

brute of a judge. He's dead against us.

- Is the crowd bigger than yesterday, Kate?

- Yes, mother. Far bigger.

We're gonna be late.

I wonder if Violet will remember

to pick up those onions?

Perhaps I'd better do it on

the way back from the court.

Now, Dickie, when you get to the front door put your

head down, like me, and charge through them all.

I always shout:
' I'm the

maid and don't know nothing...

I've been a fool, father.

Have you, my dear?

An utter fool.

In the absence of any further information,

I can only repeat: "Have you, my dear?"

- There can be no further information.

I'm under a pledge of secrecy. - Oh?

- Desmond's ask me to marry him.

- I trust the folly

you were referring to wasn't the acceptance of him?

No.

Would it be such folly though?

- Lunacy.

- Oh, I don't know.

He's nice, and he's doing

very well as a solicitor,.

Neither very compelling

reasons for marrying him.

- Seriously - I shall have to think it over - Think

it over, by all means. But decide against it.

I'm nearly thirty, you know.

That isn't the end of a life.

It might be...

for an unmarried woman,

with not much looks.

- Rubbish.

- No, father. It's quite simple.

Either I marry Desmond and settle

down into quite a comfortable...

and not really useless existence...

or go on for the rest of

my life earning 2 a week...

addressing envelopes in the

service of a hopeless cause.

A hopeless cause?

I've never heard you say that before.

I've never felt it before.

Poor Kate. I've messed

up your life haven't I?

No, father. Any messing-up that's

been done has been done by me.

I'm so sorry, Kate. So sorry.

Don't be, father. We both

knew what we were doing.

- Did we?

- I think we did.

Our motives have been so different

- Yours and mine, Kate.

Can we both have been right?

I believe we can. I believe we have been.

Brute stubbornness.

A selfish refusal to admit defeat.

That's what your mother

says our motives are.

Perhaps she's right.

Perhaps that's all they've been.

But perhaps brute stubbornness may not be

such a bad quality in the face of injustice.

If you could go back, father, and choose

again - would your choice be different?

Perhaps.

I don't think so.

I don't think so either, Kate.

I still say we both knew

what we were doing.

And we were right to do it..

Thank you, Kate.

You're not going to marry Desmond, are you?

In the words of the Prime

Minister, father: "Wait and see"

- What's that boy shouting?

- Only - Winslow Case -Latest.

It didn't sound like 'Latest' to me.

Winslow Case Result!

Result?

There must be some mistake.

Oh, Miss Kate, what a shame you missed it!

Just after they came back from lunch...

and Mrs Winslow she wasn't

there, nor Master Ronnie neither.

The cheering and the shouting

and the carrying on.

You've never heard anything

like it in all your life...

and Sir Robert standing there at

the table with his wig on crooked...

and the tears running down his face...

running down his face they were, and

unable to speak because of the noise.

Cook and me we did a bit of crying

too, we just couldn't help it.

It was lovely! We did enjoy ourselves.

Then cook had her hat knocked over her eyes by the man behind

and the cheering and waving his arms about something chronic...

and we kept on cheering...

and the judge kept on shouting...

but it wasn't any good, because

even the jury joined in...

and some of them climbed out of the

box to shake hands with Sir Robert...

And outside in the street it was just the

same - you couldn't move for the crowd...

and you'd think they'd all gone

mad the way they were carrying on.

Some of them were shouting: "Good old Winslow!"

and singing "For he's a jolly good fellow"...

and cook had her hat knocked off again.

Oh, it was lovely!!

Well, sir, you must be feeling nice

and pleased, now it's all over?

Yes, Violet. I am.

That's right. I always said it would

come all right in the end, didn't I?

Yes. You did.

Congratulations, sir, I'm sure.

Thank you, Violet.

It would appear, then, that we've won.

Yes, Father...

it would appear that we've won.

I would have liked to have been there.

Sir Robert Morton!

I thought you might like to hear the actual

words of the Attorney General's statement...

so I jotted it down for you, sir.

I say now, on behalf of the Admiralty, that I

accept the declaration of Ronald Arthur Winslow...

that he did not write the

name on the postal order...

that he did not take it, and

that he did not cash it...

and that consequently he is entirely

innocent of the charge that was...

brought against him two years ago.

I make that statement without any

reservations of any description...

intending it to be a complete

acceptance of the boy's statements.

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Terence Rattigan

Sir Terence Mervyn Rattigan, CBE (10 June 1911 – 30 November 1977) was a British dramatist. He was one of England's most popular mid twentieth century dramatists. His plays are typically set in an upper-middle-class background. He wrote The Winslow Boy (1946), The Browning Version (1948), The Deep Blue Sea (1952) and Separate Tables (1954), among many others. A troubled homosexual, who saw himself as an outsider, his plays centred on issues of sexual frustration, failed relationships, and a world of repression and reticence. more…

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