01x11 - Episode 11

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MAN: Rise.

[People standing]

[Organ playing]

Look ahead to a life
worth living

Full of hope, full of faith,
full of cheer

To a life that
is made for giving

Without stint,
without shame, without fear

Look ahead
to the One who leads us

To the Lord
who guides our ways

We shall follow,
follow, follow

We shall follow Him
all our days

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[Knock on door]

Dr. Farrington's
coming right over,

Mr. Powlett-Jones.

Thank you, Rigby.

Do you think
we ought to...

make him more
comfortable, sir?

What?

Doesn't seem right
leaving him like that.

No.

Tell you
the truth, sir,

I don't have a--
have a--

Sorry, sir.

Not feeling--

feeling too bright
all of a sudden.

That's all right, Rigby.

You go down to the lodge
and wait for Dr. Farrington.

I'll look after
the headmaster.

Thank you
very much, sir.

Can't see what you were
in such a hurry about,

Powlett-Jones.

He'd have waited,
you know.

When did you find him?

About 1:30.

He'd have been gone
a good two hours then,

I'd say.

Who made him
comfortable?



You'd have done that job
before a few times?

Not--not since the Somme.

No.

Not the sort of thing
you forget, is it?

Well, he'll do fine
there till the morning.

I'll come back then with
the death certificate.

There won't be
an inquest?

I very much doubt it.

Coroner would never
get in a round of golf

if he had to sit in
on every angina case.

Angina?

See the color
of his lips?

I'd be damn surprised if
it was anything else.

There's no question
of suicide?

Oh, not in my mind.

I think I ought
to show you this.

Can't call this
a suicide note.

"In view of our conversation
earlier this evening,

"I hereby
formally tender my--"

Tender his what,
resignation?

Yes, I think so.

Health reasons, I suppose.

Left it a bit late,
poor fellow.

No, um,

he was actually trying
to get me dismissed.

Was he, by God?
What for?

Not that it matters now,

but he turned it
into an ultimatum--

either him or me.

The governors must have
gone against him.

I never thought
they would.

Oh, I see.

Oh, I noticed these.

If these are
what I think they are,

he knew damn well he was
living on borrowed time.

London chemist.

I think we'll find he's
been seeing a heart man

on Harley Street.

By the way,

how are you keeping
yourself?

Oh, I'm fine.

That's the curse
of the medical profession.

You never see a man
until he's ill.

I really wished him
dead, you know?

So did quite a few others
from what I've heard,

and now he is.

Bit of an awkward cuss,
was he?

Now, don't you be a damn fool
about this, Powlett-Jones.

You've got absolutely nothing
to reproach yourself with.

His death has nothing
to do with you.

This chap had been digging
his own grave for years.

He won't be missed much.

That's what makes it
seem worse.

He did what he
thought was right.

You could say that
about a lot of men

with more power
than sense.

You've had a long night.

I should get to bed
if I were you.

There's nothing
you can do here.

Undertaker
will do the rest.

Yes.

Want something to
help you sleep?

No. No, I'll be all right.

You Welshmen
are all the same.

Never satisfied unless
you've got something

to feel guilty about.

Well, I'm afraid this
won't fill the bill.

Your job is safe,
and it appears

that you've lost
an enemy.

You'll just have to
reconcile yourself

to being happy,
poor fellow.

I often felt I should
have had a quiet chat

with the noble Alcock
about

the little comforts
he denied himself.

But there,
I was too shy.

I confess it.

And now it's too late.

He certainly stayed
in character to the last.

No mourners,
ashes to Johannesburg,

no ceremony,
no gravestone.

For the sake of the boys,
you'd have thought

there ought to be
some sort of ceremony,

but just to be moved
from the back door,

like the rubbish.

As if he was never there.

Yes, I must confess to
a little peek myself.

I shouldn't have
attended, of course,

but I should have liked
the chance of refusing.

I'd have liked the chance
of attending.

I'm glad you said that,
Molyneux. So should I.

Just to make sure he was
really dead, you know.

[Laughter]

I'm so frightened
of that man.

Something the matter,
Chetwynd?

I fail to see why you find it
all so amusing, that's all.

I know you think
I'm pi or pompous.

No, no, no.

But I happen to think
that your cheap cynicism

about a man who's only
been dead for two days--

well, I find it
thoroughly distasteful.

You see, Chetwynd,
the thing I find

hardest to tolerate
is hypocrisy,

especially when
it takes the form

of a sentimental regard
for the dead

just because
they are dead.

To hear some people
talk, you'd think dying

was limited
to the chosen few.

Excuse me.

Oh, dear.

Have I upset
Chetwynd again?

You two don't seem
very fond of each other.

But I enjoy his company,
Barnaby, really.

For me, he fills
a yawning gap

that's been there
ever since Carter left.

Got a lot to him,
you know.

He's very ambitious.

Oh, yes, indeed.

That's why it's
our bounden duty to

complete the young
fellow's education

while there's
still time.

Howarth...

My dear fellow.

Who do you think
will take over as head?

Doesn't bear
thinking about.

You're the senior man.

Ah, no.

Not for me.

Not that I'd appeal
to the governors.

They have such exotic
tastes these days.

How do you think
they'll follow

a South African
megalomaniac

with a keen interest
in lavatories?

These are men of
vision, gentlemen.

They'll be interviewing
red Indians,

Patagonians, Eskimos.

Of course, there's just
a faint possibility

they might stumble
to their senses

and give
David Powlett-Jones

his chance at last.

Thought it best to keep
this meeting small,

informal, and confidential.
Understood?

Mr. Alcock died of a sudden
and massive heart attack,

and there is absolutely no doubt
about the cause of his death.

And I would be glad
if you'd all play your part

in quashing any speculative
rumors about it.

Sir Rufus...
Yes, Herries?

If this meeting
is confidential,

I think we might be permitted
to hear a few more details, eh?

In confidence.

Yes, yes, we can
come to that next.

Garside.

Thank you, Sir Rufus.
I spent a day or two

in going over the Headmaster's
private papers.

I must say, I found the job
a great deal easier

than I was expecting.

These occasions are usually
difficult to administer

as well as being unhappy,

but Mr. Alcock had left
everything to hand:

full instructions to be followed
in the case of his death,

exhaustive notes
on his administrative methods

for the use of his successor,

and a will brought up to date
and signed 3 weeks ago.

No great
expectations for us

or for Bamfylde,
I'll be bound.

There's a complete set
of documents

relating to
his financial affairs

and a full medical history.

Yeah, read it.

Mr. Alcock had been seeing
a heart specialist

for several years.

He'd resigned the post
in Cape Town for health reasons.

It's quite clear
from these documents

that he was well aware
that he could die at any time.

These being facts,
of course,

which he did not
make available to us

at the time
of his interview.

Had he done so, he would
not have been appointed.

I'm taking Chairman's action
on this.

It's not to go further
than this room.

But I see no reason why
his dependents should suffer

because of his lack
of frankness

at the time
of his appointment,

and I'll take no discussion
on this point.

Now, as to
the immediate future,

I may say that I have
asked Mr. Howarth

if he will take over
as acting headmaster,

and he has declined.

Enormously flattered,
of course.

But I reached the summit of
my ambition some years ago,

and my own health is, well,
not offensively robust.

SIR RUFUS:
Quite so, quite so.

No criticism implied at all.

But it leaves us
with a gap, however.

Happily, Mr. Herries has
agreed to step into the breach

until the end of term,
by which time

we hope we may appoint
a successor.

I shall only be able
to pop over


you know,

but it'll be a blessed relief
for my parishioners

and a very pleasant change
for me,

but I shall need
all the help I can get.

Only too happy, sir.

Better the devil
you know, eh?

Well, I think that's all,
gentlemen.

Thank you for your time.

Excuse me, Sir Rufus.

May I ask where that
leaves me?

Uh, I beg your pardon?

It's just that
I don't quite see

why I was asked
to this meeting.

Because I wished you
to hear what I had to say,

Powlett-Jones.

I'm sorry if this isn't the
appropriate time to raise it,

but the last time we met,
you were considering

whether to dismiss me
or not.

I'd like to know
whether the governors

have reached
a decision yet.

Oh. Yes, yes, of course,

as this must have been
rather hard on you.

I'm afraid this sad business
has delayed the drafting

of the governors' letter
which you were promised.

Um, well, perhaps we might
have a private word

tomorrow evening?

I'd prefer to know now
if it's at all possible.

I'm sorry to press you
on this,

but it is very important
to me.

Very well, if you wish it.

The governors considered
very carefully the evidence

presented by yourself
and by the late Mr. Alcock,

and they formed the opinion

that there were genuine
grievances on both sides--

breaches of etiquette
on your part

and a certain element
of malice

on the part
of the late headmaster.

But these complaints
against you

were not considered
sufficiently grave

or well-founded
as to warrant your dismissal.

And that's all?

Well, that's what you
wished to know, I believe.

Yes, I see.
Thank you.

ALGY: David!

David!

Have a bit of pity, man!

We--

we don't want two dead
headmasters in one week.

Ohh...

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Oh, too many apple pies,

too many buttered scones
with my old legs.

You just stand there
a moment.

There's a good chap.

I know it seems
only yesterday

I was doing the same
for you.

Goodness me, there's
plenty of you these days.

Look, I'm sorry,

I don't mean to be rude,
but I'd rather be alone.

I don't think
I'd make good company.

I'm sure you won't.
It frightens me to look at you.

And very hard cheese
on you, too.

Going off for a quiet sulk
on your own,

and here comes old Algy Herries
to irritate you, huh?

It's a beautiful day,
isn't it, eh?

Yes.

You know, back there
in that meeting,

I had the most
extraordinary vision.

I looked at you,
and I looked at Sir Rufus,

and I got this
vivid impression that you

were about to come across,
pick him up,

and shove him in
the waste paper basket.

That's not a bad idea.

He's a splendid old chap,

but he's too used
to his own way.

The view from the rubbish bin
is a view that everybody

should have from time
to time, don't you think?

Yes, well, it's a view

I've had enough of
just lately.

Looked as though it would
give him great pleasure

to give me 3 years'
hard labor.

If the jury hadn't found
the case not proven--

No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, no, no.

He was just a bit cross
with you

for bringing the matter up,
that's all.

He wanted a private chat.
You wouldn't let him have it.

He's used to his own way,
you know.

He doesn't like other people
to have opinions.

Then I don't see why he
wanted me there at all.

Are you sure you don't?

I wouldn't have said so
otherwise.

Try and guess.

I don't feel
like playing games.

Dear, oh dear, David,

you are the heir apparent.

The governors couldn't
appoint you immediately.

In fact,
it'll take some time

to bring some of them
around to it,

but that's all
to the good.

Meanwhile, I can be
teaching you the trade--

sitting next to Nellie,
I believe they call it,

me being Nellie, you see.

I don't believe it.

Oh, no?

Unless you're going to
get yourself involved

in some other
frightful scandal,

you'd better start
getting used to the idea.

Now, come on, tell me,

how's that young woman
of yours getting on, eh?

She's fine.

Hello.

Thought you'd given me up
as a bad job.

I thought I'd better not
go to the meeting

after last time.

No.

How did it go?

Not so bad.

We've had worse.

I don't want to be
like this.

You shouldn't have come.

I wish I could be with you
all the time.

You wouldn't say that
if you knew

what it was like here
all the time.

I would. I mean it.

I know. I wish
you could be, too.

Oh, David,
it's so pathetic.

I'm being exactly
the sort of woman

Rance and all that lot
want me to be.

I nearly didn't
get through

the meeting tonight.

We had your friend
the heckler in again.

By the end of it, I was
just standing there,

taking it from them.

I'm sure you gave
as good as you got.

Will you stop
cheering me up?

I'm not a child.

The worst thing about it is,
it feels exactly right--

taking a lot of dirt
from men.

By the end of it,

I was just staring
down at his open throat.

It didn't matter
what he was saying.

It had nothing to do
with politics.

He was just a big, ugly man
who likes shouting at women.

I hated it.

It felt exactly right,

as if that was
what I was there for.

Rowley would have been
delighted.

I keep expecting him to turn up
and join in the fun.

Oh, why don't you go away
and let me stew?

Or do you enjoy seeing me
like this as well?

Look, Chris, it's not
as bad as all that.

You're overwrought.

You're letting things
get out of proportion.

Oh, you are observant.
I am overwrought, aren't 1?

Just like a woman,
isn't it?

Well, go on, then.

You tell me what I ought
to do as well.

I've heard it all
from Rance,

so I might as well
get it from you.

Look, Chris.
What?

Listen to me.

lam...
No, you're not.

I'm not Rance.
I'm not Rowley. I--

I love you.

When Rowley said that,

it sounded like
a threat, too.

It's not a threat.

I don't mean it
to be a threat.

I want to give you the sort
of love I gave to Beth.

I want that
more than anything.

Oh, David.

If you can't accept that
immediately,

that's all right.
I'll wait.

I don't want you
to feel bullied.

I'm your friend as well,
you know, whatever happens.

I know.

Thank you.

I am listening now,
David.

Well, if I tell you what
I think you ought to do,

it's only me
that's talking.

I'm not your father
or your husband or your agent.

I know.

I think you're wasting your time
holding public meetings.

You're sacrificing yourself
pointlessly.

Whether it feels right
or not,

I'm sure it's not
winning you any votes.

Between now and Thursday,

you've got to coddle
your own voters.

Stay with the slums
and the tied cottages.

They'll come out for you if
they think that you care enough.

You don't think you've still got
a chance of winning, do you?

Of course I don't.

But you can still get enough
votes to shake the Tories up.

You still can.
Yes.

But not if you go on
the way you have been doing.

You've...

Go on.

It seems a cruel and stupid
thing to say to someone

who has been wearing herself
out the way you have,

but, well, I think you've
been indulging yourself,

and the election is more
important than your feelings.

Kick me out now.

No, you're right,
of course.

I've made a mess
of it.

I didn't say that,
and it's not too late.

I'm so tired.

You'll pull through.

You're as tough as anyone
I've ever known.

David, could you be here
on Thursday?

For the count?

Tough or not, I think
I'll need my hand held,

and I'd rather
it was you than Rance

on the whole.

I'll do my damnedest.

It is an awkward day,
though.

I don't want you
to get yourself

into trouble again.

All right.
I'll ask Algy Herries.

I'm sure he'll wangle it
for me somehow.

Good.

Look, hadn't I better go?

Mrs. Parsons
and her cats and all.

Oh, no, stay. It can't
make any difference now.

You ought to sleep.

David, I need you

more than I need sleep,
believe me.

If you can stand me.

I love you.

I wish you wouldn't
say that.

I'm sorry, but you can't
tell me what to feel.

Hold me. I'm cold.

[Indistinct singing]

Well, well, well,
this is very pleasant;

an opportunity I didn't think
would come my way again.

Now, some of the youngest
of you young gentlemen

may be wondering
who this curious old buffer is.

[Laughter]

Well, no doubt
your older friends will tell you

all about Mr. Herries.

One thing they
might tell you

is what a very severe
old gentleman he can be,

so you won't be surprised
to hear that prep on Wednesday

has been extended
by one hour.

That is so that your consciences
will be perfectly clear

when you turn out,
every single one of you,

to cheer the First 15
on Thursday afternoon.

Morning, P.J.

Morning, Chetwynd.

Oh, congratulations.

You must be
very gratified.

I beg your pardon?

I do wish I could find
the time from schoolwork

to devote to my interests.

Yes, well,
it is difficult, um,

but I shouldn't advise
an interest in politics.

It's not done my career
much good.

But this is
hardly politics, is it?

Well, congratulations again.

Thanks.

I must get along
to the lab.

[Man coughing]

I just had the most
peculiar conversation

with Chetwynd.

Oh, yes, you can count
on him for those.

Was it about golf?

I don't know what
it was about.

Oh, never mind
about Chetwynd.

Don't you think
you're carrying

this false modesty just
a bit too far, P.J.?

What are you talking about?

Do you mean that you
haven't seen the Times?

No.

Then I advise you
to have a glance.

I haven't got a review
in the Times!

Two columns.
And it's a corker!

Oh, dear, oh, dear.

He's going to be totally
insufferable, you know.

I wouldn't blame him
if he was.

Silk dressing gown
and cigarette holder.

Interviews
by appointment.

He thinks it's good!

He thinks
it's brilliant, man!

When are we going to get
the chance to read it?

I didn't know
it was out yet.

I haven't received
any advance copies.

Big square package for
you in the parcels room.

I saw it this morning.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Do you mind if I borrow
this for a bit?

Keep it, old boy.

Thanks.

Calders of Challacombe

will frame it for you
for 5 shillings.

I think you'd better make
some more of these, Ellie.

David seems to be going
for some sort of record.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I eating too many?

I must be nervous.

They're delicious, really.
As good as my mum's.

Thank you, David.

It's with some
trepidation that I offer

Welsh cakes to a Welshman.

Do you remember, Algy,
when I made curried eggs

for Professor
Chattergee?

Well, he ate them--

rather more than his
fair share,

as I remember
the occasion.

Oh, yes, he did.

He also said he'd never tasted
anything like them before,

and were they a traditional
Devonshire specialty?

Well, that sort of thing's
rather daunting

to the confidence
of a good, plain cook.

Good, yes.
Plain, no.

To me you will always
be ravishing, my dear.

Hmm.

No, what I want to know
is what this fellow

Powlett-Jones has got
to be so nervous about.

Looks extremely pleased
with himself to me.

Well...it's this.

Do you know, I was wondering
what that was.

I thought surely he can't
have brought his sandwiches.

Oh, my--

I wanted you to have
the first copy.

I was waiting to get
my hands on this.

Well...ooh, it's a very
handsome volume, eh?

I've written in it.

Ooh, that'll make it worth
twice as much

in the
secondhand market.

Oh, thank you, David.

Well, I'll try and struggle
through it somehow,

just to please you.

Oh, Algy. Don't take
any notice of him, David.

We're both longing
to read your book.

Well,
it might be a bit

more of a struggle
than you think.

Nonsense. I've read
the reviews--

scholarly, entertaining,
and highly readable.

That's what they said,

and we're extremely
proud of you.

Really, if you'd heard
as often as I have

about the books my
husband's going to write

if only he had
the time...

Oh, it's true.
I confess it.

Mmm.

Uh, there was something
else, actually.

Yeah, I thought
there might be.

A favor, I'm afraid.

Well, fire away.

Well, um...Thursday's
polling day

at Bilhampton as well
as the Taunton match,

and, well,
Christine's asked me

if I could
go down there.

She's had a bit of a rough
campaign, you know.

Yes, I'm sure she has.

I don't really see
what use I can be,

but, well, she said
she needs me,

and that's
good enough for me.

You think a lot
of her, don't you?

I want to marry her.

She's wearing her life
to shreds in politics

and not getting
any result from it.

I want to bring her
to Bamfylde

and make her happy.

What does she say
about all this?

She won't even
discuss it.

But she will.
She'll come round.

I'm very determined.

Oh, I know you are.

And very wrongheaded
at times, eh?

I have been, yes.

But not now.

You're quite sure
of yourself, hmm?

As sure as I can be.

Well, I hope you get
what you want

and that it makes you
just as happy

as you think
it will.

Thanks.
And about Thursday?

Oh, no, I'm afraid that's
quite out of the question.

Oh?

I'm sorry
to disappoint you,

but it simply
won't do, will it?

Uh, may I ask why?

I'm surprised you should
feel the need to ask.

Oh, no, bless me,
we can't have all those

poor little toads
doing double prep

so they can stand on
the touchline and cheer

while their housemaster
goes swanning off

to see his girlfriend,
can we?

Oh, no, no, I want you
out there with them,

looking just as jolly,

making just
as much noise as me.

Yes, I see.

And furthermore, I should
be wanting to discuss

some financial matters
with you and Garside

on Thursday evening

so that I don't make
too much of a fool of meself

at the Governors' meeting
on Friday.

Financial matters?

Oh, dear.

David, you're going
to have to realize

a headmaster has to be
a good deal more

than a
philosopher king.

You can't get away
from the sordid facts.

Chaps pay to send
their sons here.

Buildings need keeping up,
boys have to be fed.

Masters, butchers, groundsmen
all have to be paid.

And on top of that,
the books have got to balance.

Now, I'm jiggered if
I can understand

Alcock's
accounting methods,

but I've got to get
the hang of them,

and so have you.

Follow me?

Yes.

Good.

You know, this headship
isn't going to

fall into your lap,
old boy.

You've got to
work for it.

Quite a lot of people
have got to be convinced

that you're the right man
for the job.

You sound as if
you're one of them.

Oh, look, I'd better
be getting back.

I'm...I'm sorry
if I embarrassed you

by asking.

It never embarrasses me
to say no,

but I hope you don't
want your book back.

That wasn't a quid pro quo,
was it?

No, of course not.
I'll go.

Give my apologies to
Mrs. Herries.

I shall have to eat all those
Welsh cakes meself now.

He hasn't gone,
has he?

He has, indeed.

I'm afraid I sent him away
with a flea in his ear.

Now, why would you
do that?

Curious turn of phrase,
that, isn't it?

Do you suppose once upon
a time people actually

went around putting fleas
in one another's ears?

Perhaps there's
something about it

in "The Royal Tigress."

Algy, the question is
of academic interest.

Considerable academic
interest, yes, indeed.

What have you been
saying to David?

I have been a martinet;
a man of steel.

Are there any more
Welsh cakes?

Aren't you going to
tell me?

Mmm...

He wanted to take
a day off in midweek

to go and see his
young woman in Bilhampton,

and I told him it was
quite out of the question.

He was not
a little put out.

Must have been very
important to him.

I think his little
political firebrand

is leading him a dance,

or else he's leading
himself a dance.

Now, how would
anyone

lead himself a
dance, I wonder.

From what he tells me
about her,

she won't be satisfied
until she's

prime minister at least.

She's going to
lead her own life.

Our David is simply
a diversion.

Our David?

We don't own him,
Algy.

It's his life,
irritating as that

may be to you, my
dear.

Well, at least I own his
Thursday afternoons,

as I felt bound
to point out to him...

with some relish,
I admit.

Oh, dash me buttons,
I will not have him

expecting the
headship of Bamfylde

handed to him
on a plate.

He's got to want it
more than

anything else
in the world,

and he's got to be--

he's got to
deserve it as well.

Algy,
you do still think

he'll make a good
headmaster, don't you?

Of course I do.
I've always thought that.

But ever since
his feud with Alcock,

he seems to be taking off
in all sorts of directions.

He's got to
settle down again.

Oh, dash it.

Why can't that fellow
be more like himself?

The headship of Bamfylde

is the most important job
in the world to you, isn't it?

Yes, of course it is.

And so it should be for him
if he wants to get it.

He's got to make
his mind up, Ellie.

He can go away
and write his books

or be a politician's
consort.

Good luck to him
if it makes him happy,

but he...he's a born
schoolmaster.

Dash it, I had to wait


If he wants it,
he's jolly well

got to work
his socks off.

[Cheering, shouting]

[Whistle blowing]

Oh, it's splendid,
isn't it, David?

Oh, I'm glad you
could spare the time.

Come on, Bamfylde,
let's have another one!

MAN: ...the country borough
of Bilhampton,

I declare the votes
to be cast as follows:

Barnett, James Alexander,


[Applause]

Forster, Christine...


[Applause]

Simmons, Humphrey,


[Cheering]

I therefore declare
that Humphrey Simmons

has been elected
Member of Parliament

for Bilhampton.

[Applause]

Now, gentlemen, I'm afraid
we shall have to restrict

the building program.

We've agreed that the fees
can't be raised

at the present time.

We've already
drawn heavily

on the generosity
of the Old Boys.

They're splendid fellows,
the Old Boys,

but I do sometimes wish
they were older Old Boys

and richer Old Boys.

Quite.

You know, if young Chetwynd
doesn't get his

fully qualified
laboratory assistant very soon,

we may lose him.

As a Cambridge Double First,
he knows his own value.

I don't go much
on these chaps

who are all out
for advancement--




I do believe that he
would like to stay, Sir Rufus.

Ah, if we can find a way
of bribing him, eh?

Mr. Powlett-Jones
has been working on

a possible solution,
Sir Rufus.

So I understand.

Well, perhaps we could
hear from him now.

Uh, well, I've been
looking into the use

we make of the school
during the summer.

Don't make any
use of it, do we?

No. That's my point.

A handful of boys
stay on,

but they have to be fed
and supervised.

You're not suggesting
we turn them out, I hope.

No, on the contrary.

I'm suggesting
that we set up

summer courses
at the school.

What sort of courses?

Courses in English language
and institutions

for students
from abroad.

I believe we could get
applicants from Europe

and even further afield.

By Jove, you know,
that's a corker.

That's absolutely
splendid.

There must be thousands
of wealthy foreigners

who'd give their
eyeteeth to say

they'd been to an
English public school.

And good for
Bamfylde, too--

The Athens
of the southwest.

Smacks of sharp
practice to me.

I wouldn't have anything
to do with it, Sir Rufus,

if it were simply
a moneymaking venture.

I think we could set up
a first-class course.

I wouldn't have
suggested it otherwise.

Tutor in charge,
D.J. Powlett-Jones, M.A,

author of
"The Royal Tigress."

I'd be glad to
set up the scheme

if the Governors
approved.

Huh. Garside?

Well, I've been
over the figures

with Mr. Powlett-Jones,
Sir Rufus,

and if past experience
of other schools

is anything to go by,

I think the scheme
might produce

a considerable revenue.

Oh. Seems we're in
your debt, Powlett-Jones.

Well, if you'd let me
have a detailed proposal,

I'll present it to the board
at the next meeting.

Would a fortnight be
sufficient time for you?

Yes. Yes, it will.

Ah.

Hello.

May I come in?

Yes, of course.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.
How are you?

I--I'm very well. I...

I was working hard.

As I see.

I should have
telephoned,

shouldn't I?

I thought
I'd drive over

and surprise you.

Don't worry, David.

I'll just have
a cup of cocoa,

then I'll go back.

No, you can't just
turn around

and drive
all the way back.

I don't want to get you
into trouble yet again.

You must have had
enough of that.

I'm--I'm very sorry
about polling day.

I--l just couldn't
make it.

As you said
in your letter.

There's no need
to keep apologizing.

It was all
for the best, really.

I had to look after myself,
and I managed.

I didn't really
need you at all.

You did very well.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

Better than any of us
expected.

Party headquarters expressed
cautious enthusiasm.

They gave me quite a strong
hint they'd look out for

a better seat for me
to fight next time.

You deserve one.

Yes, I think I do, too.

We don't have to
talk like this, do we?

I don't see
what you mean.

As if we were just
acquaintances.

I love you.

This isn't easy for me.

Please don't make it
any harder.

I came to
tell you something.

Oh. Oh, God.

I knew this was
going to be awful,

but it seemed so cowardly
just to write a letter.

Come and sit down
with me, Chris.

I'm not going to fight
another election, not yet.

Not till I've got myself
sorted out.

Yes, well,
I think that--

No, let me go on,
please.

I've had the offer of a
travel scholarship to Canada.

I'm going to take it.

How long for?

A year, maybe two
if things work out.

It's a marvelous
opportunity.

I get a further degree,
a chance to travel.

What a relief to get away
from this tiny little island.

Say something.

Will you see
your husband?

I don't know. I...

I'd like to think I was
ready to see Rowley again--

show him I'm over it,

make him do something
about the divorce.

Yes, I will see Rowley.

Chris, I love you.
I want to marry you.

I--l can't bear
the thought of you

going so far away.

Don't.

You think that now,
but you won't.

In a month's time
you'll think,

"What a relief to see
the back of her."

David, could I have
that cup of cocoa now?

Chris--

Please.

Don't be angry
with me, David.

I'm not angry with you.

I can't go on
mucking up your life.

You're not.

If you knew how much

I'd like to curl up
in your arms.

You make me feel
like a little girl.

I don't want to be
like that.

I'll go
when I've had this.

No, I won't let you.

You can't stop me,
David.

You'd fall asleep
at the wheel.

That'd solve
everybody's problems.

Please stay.

I couldn't bear
to sleep with you

and then go away.

Don't make me.

I'll sleep on here.
You have my bed.

There's not much of
the night left, anyway.

Oh, come on, look, you're
falling asleep already.

If I call out in my
sleep, don't come to me.

Couldn't cope with it.

[Ringing]

Powlett-Jones.

MAN: Good morning,
Powlett-Jones.

Oh, Sir Rufus,
good morning.

[indistinct]

Uh, yes, yes,
of course.

Um, what time?

Now, if convenient.

Uh, yes, of course.

I hadn't realized
it was quite so late.

I'm not disturbing you?

No, no, no.
That'll be fine then.

I must have over--

[Click]

Overslept.

What is it?

Sir Rufus Creighton.

He wants to see me
right away.

On a Sunday morning?

It's half past 9:00.

Damn, I was going to see
my house prefects at 10:00.

I'll have to
put them off.

Here.

Oh, thanks.

I wonder what he can want
that's so urgent.

David, someone
must have seen me.

No, no, it can't be that.
I'm sure it can't be.

What else could it be?

I don't know.
He sounded very curt.

But then,
he always does.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to dash, Chris.

I'm very sorry
about this, David.

There's nothing
to be sorry about.

No, I mean everything.
The whole thing.

I've just used you to
see me through a bad time.

I don't think I could have
carried on without you.

I'll always be grateful.

And all you've got
out of it is trouble.

That's not true.

I'll go now.

Please...stay
until I get back.

I may need you then.

There are things
I want to say to you.

Don't you see,
I couldn't face you

if I'd lost you
your job.

You haven't
lost me my job.

It's...probably
something

completely
unimportant.

I'm sure it isn't.

I've spoilt things
for you again.

Oh, Chris...

Don't you know
I'd...

I'd leave
Bamfylde for you.

I could
come with you.

I could live on my
writing, or try to.

No, it wouldn't be
enough for you.

Don't leave me now,
Chris.

Stop it, please.

Nothing you can say is going
to make me change my mind.

Please don't think of me
too bitterly.

[Knocking]

Take a seat,
Powlett-Jones.

Well, now.

How long have you been
at Bamfylde, Powlett-Jones?

Uh...14 years, nearly.

Ah, yes.

That must seem
a very long time to you.

No. They've been
the best years of my life.

Despite everything?

Yes.

Would you say
you've been suffering

undue strain during
the past few weeks?

No. I've been working
very hard, as you know,

but I wouldn't
say I've been

suffering
undue strain, no.

But a good, long rest

wouldn't do you
any harm, would it?

I could do with a rest meself
at the end of this term.

I'm sorry, sirs.

I don't quite see
what you're getting at.

Well, Powlett-Jones,
Mr. Herries and I

have been going over this
very carefully,

and we have decided
to put Barnaby

in charge of the
holiday tutoring scheme

with Molyneux
as his assistant.

What?

Now you did say
that you'd

discussed a lot of
the detail with Molyneux,

so he'll be able to put
Barnaby in the picture.

You did think Molyneux
a suitable man?

Yes.

Good.
So did we.

But this was my scheme.

I thought that
it was understood

from the beginning
that I was to be

in charge of
carrying it out.

I beg you
to reconsider, sir.

No, no, I'm sorry.

We'd prefer you not to have
any heavy commitments

during the holiday period.

Put the poor chap out of
his misery, Creighton.

Very well.

Mr. Powlett-Jones, we would
like you to take over

as headmaster from
the beginning of next term,

with the firm understanding
that the post

will be made permanent
at Easter.

[Car engine starting]

[Car driving off]

He doesn't look exactly
overjoyed, does he?

Oh, I'm sorry. I...

It was a bit of a shock.
I wasn't expecting this.

Well, P.J., would you like
some time to consider it?

No. I'll take it.

Stand, please.

The headmaster.

Good morning.

We shall sing
hymn number 618.

[Organ playing]

O worship the King

All glorious above

O gratefully sing

His power and His love

Our Shield and Defender

the Ancient of Days

Pavilioned in splendor

and girded with praise