Choral, The (2025)

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[g*nf*re AND MEN SHOUTING]

[SPARSE g*nshots]

[DOG BARKING]

I can't see the trenches

can be any worse than this.

-[MEN SHOUTING]

-It's diabolical.

[CALLS OUT]

Nice of them to give us a bird.

When they've shot 200?

Yes. Very generous.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-[BAND PLAYING]

Which way are you heading?

I'm on official business.

I'll hang back

when you're giving them the sad news.

They're taking on down at The Choral.

Open auditions.

Blame the w*r. No men.

Blame it?

Class barrier's coming down. About time.

Mind you...

fat chance of a revolution here.

-Ramsden?

-England.

We're fodder for the mill,

and we'll be fodder for the front.

[INDUSTRIAL NOISES]

Sorry, missus.

-Who's it from, Mam?

-The King.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[KNOCKING]

I'm sorry.

[SOBS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

-Could've got in there, Lofty.

-No...

Do you think?

Grief. It's an opportunity.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BAND PLAYING]

Behind you! [EXCLAIMS]

-[BICYCLE BELLS RING]

-[LOFTY LAUGHS]

Watch where you're going!

Bloody hooligans.

-Thank you for your kindness.

-No! Thank you.

[MEN CHATTER]

How many's this?

FYTTON: Twelve? Fourteen?

-I've lost count.

-Whew!

Very still.

[CAMERA CLICKS]

Mind you,

'tis a special rate for recruits.

I'd be coining it

if they fetched them home.

-Who?

-The dead. I'd be laughing.

Nay, Herbert!

St. Matthew Passion. Auditions. Be sharp.

-[BAND PLAYING]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Young man.

LOFTY: Mr. Trickett.

Aren't you in the choir at St. Wilfred's?

-LOFTY: I was.

-What happened?

Me voice broke.

TRICKETT: Can you still sing?

A bit. Why?

Mr. Trickett and me

are both in The Choral.

-On the committee.

-We're having auditions. Now.

-TRICKETT: At the Jubilee Hall.

-Him and me?

Anybody. Can you sing?

Aye. I can dance too, if necessary.

-Not in the Matthew Passion.

-Don't be shy. We won't eat you.

I might.

I'm not keen, quite honestly,

and, anyway,

they reckon to be quite choosy.

Although, now there's no night school,

I'm going to be at a loose end.

-What happened to night school?

-No teacher. Joined up.

Still, I don't fancy this.

The Choral Society.

-Me neither.

-"Let the people sing"?

What for? You're no further on

when you're done.

You've still got the status quo.

Excuse me, is this where

they're doing the auditions?

-Ramsden Choral Society?

-I believe it is, yes.

In fact, we were just

going in ourselves, weren't we?

[PIANO PLAYING]

WOMAN: [SINGING] Poor wand'ring one

Though thou hast surely strayed

Take heart of grace, thy steps retrace

Poor wand'ring...

Not today, thank you. We're busy.

I've come for the audition. Mary Lockwood.

Take a seat, young lady.

MAN: I thought she was collecting.

They always are, the Salvation Army.

Can help thee find true peace of mind...

It's your bonnet.

Puts them off.

-Do you never take it off?

-No.

Not even in bed?

WOMAN: [SINGING]

Take any heart but ours

Take heart, fair days will shine

Take any heart...

We're contraltos. Are you a contralto?

I'm... I just like to sing.

Well, you belong over there.

We're not auditioning.

-Are we, Vera?

-No, we're longstanding.

We're the backbone.

[SINGING] Can help thee find

true peace of mind

My poor

Wand'ring one

FYTTON: Thank you, Miss Proctor.

Miss Holmes, you're next.

Oh, hello.

This is Clyde's girlfriend.

Missing in action.

-Any news?

-No.

He was the best tenor we ever had.

"Was"? He's only missing.

It's not been confirmed.

He's still my boyfriend.

Yes, he'll turn up.

Not yet, I hope.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SINGING] I always hold in having it

if you fancy it

If you fancy it, that's understood

And suppose it makes you fat?

I don't worry over that

'Cause a little of what you fancy

Does you good

All right, all right.

Before you go on...

there's one or two new faces

in the hall today.

FYTTON: You should introduce yourself.

-What?

-Tell them who you are.

They know who I am.

No. Here.

I'm Alderman Duxbury.

And you all know me from the mill.

But this isn't the mill, it's The Choral.

And we're all equal here.

Oh, yeah?

The person you've got to watch out for

isn't me.

It's the chorus master, Mr. Pollard.

Keep on the right side of him

and you won't go far wrong.

[SOFT LAUGHTER]

The point is, should you be lucky enough

to be selected,

you will be expected

to comport yourselves accordingly.

I hope I make myself plain.

Don't worry, Mr. Duxbury,

I've got a sacred side.

I mean, you lad,

you're black bright.

-I've just come from mill.

-Whose mill?

-Yours.

-[SOFT LAUGHTER]

All right. Who's next?

Joining up?

Why now?

I feel it's my patriotic duty.

Why don't you wait

for your call-up papers?

It'll still be patriotic.

Well, what about these today?

Do we take them or not?

-Uh, some of the lasses are good.

-It's not lasses we want.

Uh, the lads are all right.

"All right"?

"All right"? This is The Choral.

Good strong voices.

They just want a little encouragement.

Well, this is it.

I suppose I'd better...

Joe.

-Vicar.

-God be with you.

-Mr. Trickett.

-Good luck, lad.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

I hope he puts the wind up the Germans

more than he ever did the sopranos.

Gilbert.

And think on, Gilbert.

Don't be the first.

At what?

Fighting. Anything.

Don't worry about me, Mr. Duxbury.

Too smart to get shot.

Oh, God, that's not to say...

-I don't mean...

-Nay, lad.

Off you go and good luck.

We'll find someone to keep us

in shape while you're away.

FYTTON: Ready, Gilbert? Very still.

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

VICAR: What about Arthur Fox?

[GROANS]

Neville Widdop?

No grip. The Choral needs grip.

There's always Irvine Price.

Not for me there isn't.

Divorced.

I'm going to say a name.

But I don't want to be shot down.

Who's sh**ting you down?

No one, yet. But when I open my mouth...

What's the matter, Margaret?

I heard voices.

It's the committee, love. I told you.

We're looking for a new chorus master.

Pollard's gone and joined up,

the great barmpot.

DUXBURY: Go upstairs, love.

We'll not disturb you.

Go on then, Joe.

What?

Your name. Out with it.

-Dr. Guthrie.

-[ALL GROAN]

-What?

-Henry Guthrie.

No. No. No, no.

-He's back.

-I daresay he is.

And, frankly, [CLEARS THROAT]

in other circumstances,

he wouldn't even consider the likes of us.

-Isn't Guthrie...?

-FYTTON: Yes.

He's been living and working in Germany.

By choice.

He had musical opportunities.

You can understand it.

He had musical opportunities here.

But he preferred Germany

as having better choirs.

-Treachery.

-He worked wonders at Leeds.

He was despised.

Folk were terrified.

VICAR: He's an atheist.

That's why Leeds got rid of him.

Well, there are atheists now.

There's one in Bradford.

Not conducting the Matthew Passion.

I heard his Mozart Requiem.

So did I.

It was wonderful.

You never said.

TRICKETT: We can't, Joe.

Not if his sympathies are German.

VICAR: Besides,

there was talk of other things.

FYTTON: What other things?

Let's just say,

I'd prefer a family man.

You'd prefer

the Archbishop of Canterbury.

[REQUIEM BY MOZARPLAYED ON PIANO]

He'd never come anyway.

He'll be conducting somewhere

they don't care

about his peculiarities.

Liverpool.

FYTTON: He's not.

He's playing

at the Queens Hotel.

[BY THE LIGHOF THE SILVERY MOON PLAYING]

[PLAYING PIANO]

-[SONG ENDS]

-[LIGHT APPLAUSE]

You are wasted here.

Well, I like it here. It, um...

It has perks.

Oh.

-You know the Matthew Passion?

-I do.

-Goodnight, Dr. Guthrie.

-Goodnight, ladies.

-WOMAN: Goodnight.

-We lost our chorus master.

Oh...

Those days are over.

-DUXBURY: Why?

-I have a living to earn.

We all have livings to earn.

But, meanwhile,

there's music to be made.

And you have to realize that if we

were to offer you this post...

-If?

-...we'd be taking a real risk.

-You lived in Germany.

-FYTTON: For several years.

And that disqualifies me

from conducting a choir?

I'm trying to be reasonable.

Dr. Guthrie,

I'm offering you an opportunity.

The Matthew Passion

at Ramsden Town Hall.

Only we need peace of mind.

What did you do it for,

and where do you stand?

With regards

to the St. Matthew Passion?

With regards to the w*r.

"A man should hear a little music,

read a little poetry,

"and see a fine picture

every day of his life,

"in order that worldly cares

may not obliterate

"the sense of the beautiful

which God has implanted

"in the human soul."

Oh, that is nice. Who said it?

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

For God's sake, man,

lower your voice.

Why did I stay there?

Wouldn't you stay in a country

of cultured, civilized people?

People who put music

and beauty, art,

at the center

of everything they do?

The English think

music is just social life

carried on by other means.

I don't.

-I think it's important.

-So do we.

You see,

it was musically motivated.

I would need to have control.

-Control?

-GUTHRIE: Creatively.

Well, I'm the chairman,

that can't change.

And I always...

I find I'm most often called upon

to sing the tenor solos.

Well, there's no point

disrupting the choir

any more than is necessary.

DUXBURY: Hmm.

And I should like to bring

my own pianist.

Unpaid, mind.

We'd be doing him a favor.

We're doing you both a favor,

let's face it.

Not half as much a favor

as you're doing us. [CHUCKLES]

-Thank you for your kindness.

-Where did they say he's from?

He's not from anywhere.

Only he went

and lived in Germany.

I'm afraid this is the end.

I shall be obliged to leave.

He traveled.

So what? People do.

-We don't.

-ELLIS: Well, he did.

-He was interviewed.

-By who?

-A policeman.

-They took him to Ripon.

Aye, and found nothing amiss,

so here he is.

If they found nothing amiss,

young man,

then explain his behavior

in the public library.

What behavior?

He goes in to read the papers.

All of them.

Every morning.

And when he's done,

and Miss Pendle goes in

to smooth the sheets,

they're always open

at the same page.

-WOMAN: He's coming!

-What page?

-The naval reports.

-FYTTON: They're all waiting.

Here you are, Dr. Guthrie.

The Ramsden Choral Society.

GUTHRIE: Is this everybody?

FYTTON: Pretty much.

For the Matthew Passion?

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

[ALL GASP]

allow this cup to pass from me."

Although, no doubt,

you sing it in English.

We most certainly do.

This is Mr. Horner.

He'll be accompanying you

for today's auditions. Thank you.

I thought we're done

with the auditions?

GUTHRIE: Not for me, you haven't.

And, um...

that goes for everybody.

-We're the committee!

-No exceptions.

FYTTON: I haven't anything prepared.

Scales will do.

-Scales? Us?

-[DOOR OPENS]

He was your choice.

Not too late, am I?

[HUSHED CHATTER]

[SINGING] Dear Lord and Father

of mankind

Forgive our foolish ways

Reclothe us in

our rightful mind...

She shouldn't be singing this.

Sacrilege.

[SINGING] He who would true valor see

Let him come hither

One here will

[VOICE CRACKING] constant be

Come wind, come weather

[PLAYING PIANO]

[SINGING] The trumpet shall sound

And the dead shall be raised

And the dead shall be raised

Incorruptible

[SINGING] Angels

Ever bright and fair

[BREATH TREMBLES]

-Angels

-[MOUTHING]

Ever bright and fair

Take, O take me

Well, that was a...

a very stimulating afternoon.

I'm sure I speak

for the entire society when I...

The fact is the Town Hall is booked

and the word is out.

The St. Matthew Passion will be performed

in a few short weeks.

Aren't Bacup doing

the Matthew Passion?

They were, but their Jesus went

and joined up.

It's a bit of an old warhorse,

but it's a piece we know.

Some of us can do it

with our eyes closed.

GUTHRIE: I'd like to hear the chorale.

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

-[ALL GASP AND MURMUR]

-"O sacred head, sore wounded."

-HORNER: Page 149.

-On your feet,

-please, ladies and gentlemen.

-[PLAYS PIANO NOTES]

On your feet, please.

And eyes open, if you please.

CHOIR: [SINGING] O sacred head

Sore wounded

Defiled and put to scorn

O Kingly head, surrounded

With mocking crown of thorn

What sorrow mars thy...

-[GLASS SMASHING]

-[ALL SCREAMING]

GUTHRIE: Don't stop!

Don't stop. Sing on, sing on!

CHOIR: [SINGING]

Can death thy bloom deflow'r?

O countenance

Whose splendor

The hosts of heav'n

Adore

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Any message?

It says "Hun muck."

-Oh!

-Bach? Hun muck? Bach?

-Call the police.

-I wouldn't bother.

The way you were singing,

it was probably a critic.

[ALL MURMURING]

-He is German, I suppose.

-GUTHRIE: Who?

-Bach.

-So, that's it, is it?

Even sung in English,

Bach is out?

Bricks through the window.

There's a danger

to life and limb.

Never heed.

-There's plenty of alternatives.

-Such as?

-Beethoven, obviously.

-Oh, German, obviously.

Handel.

Well, he ended up English,

but he started off German.

Well, I suppose it depends

how much of a pedant

-our brick thrower is.

-HORNER: Hmm.

-Mendelssohn?

-German.

And Jewish.

There's Brahms, of course,

who I've met.

But he, alas, is also... a Hun.

We could be in the pub now,

instead of hanging about here

arguing the toss.

He's a bit posh,

is that pianist.

-He's refined.

-That's what I said.

I said he was refined.

-Any news of Clyde?

-No.

That's good.

Ask Lofty, news is the one thing

you don't want.

-My mother thinks you know.

-Hmm?

She thinks if you love someone,

you can just tell.

-Hmm. Do you?

-Which?

Know.

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

-Did you really meet him?

-Who?

-Brahms.

-Well, I...

I had that privilege.

Although it was in Germany,

so you might not think it

a suitable topic for conversation.

What was he like?

[SPEAKING GERMAN]

It was something he wrote.

I wish we were doing

his Requiem.

And then they'd really have something

to throw bricks about.

There must be someone

they don't object to.

Have you considered, Mr. Duxbury,

that it might be me

that folk object to?

-Just as much as the music.

-That's as maybe.

But you're our chorus master.

Only... [SIGHS]

What?

For God's sake, man,

rein in the bloody German.

GUTHRIE: Hmm.

-Elgar.

-DUXBURY: Hmm?

Elgar.

Him from Pomp and Circumstance?

GUTHRIE: Amongst other things.

He started off as an organist,

same as me.

Have you met him and all?

This is Elgar.

[PLAYS PIANO]

DUXBURY: Hmm.

-That's right enough.

-"Right enough"? [CHUCKLES]

In Germany, he's a god.

He's up there with Wagner.

-Elgar?

-It isn't all marches.

He wrote an oratorio

a few years back.

It premiered

in Birmingham Town Hall.

-The Dream of Gerontius.

-News to me.

Predictably, the audience hated it.

If it hadn't been religious,

it would have been

booed off the stage.

-I loved it.

-Why did they hate it?

GUTHRIE: Hadn't been rehearsed properly.

Of course, Gerontius is a tenor.

[SINGING] Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus

De profundis oro te

Miserere...

Could we do it?

GUTHRIE: In terms of permission, or skill?

-Either. Both.

-I'll write to him.

Meanwhile,

we have to face facts.

It needs a huge chorus

and male voices are at a premium,

so we must recruit.

Fine, but no riff-raff.

Do you want a choir, Mr. Duxbury,

or do you want a Sunday School?

Have any of you got any pals,

any young men who can sing?

Does it matter where?

I've got one sings in a pub.

He can sing in a brothel,

as far as I'm concerned.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-WOMAN: That is the final straw.

Singing is a kind of exposure

and if I'm going

to be letting my hair down,

I don't want to be

next to my window cleaner's wife.

GUTHRIE: Excellent work today, contraltos.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Guthrie.

Now, surely you ladies

know one or two gentlemen

who can swell our numbers?

-There's my husband.

-Does he sing?

He'll do as he's told. [CHUCKLES]

MEN: [SINGING]

It's a long way to Tipperary

-It's a long way to go...

-[LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]

Over there.

To the sweetest girl I know!

-You're coming in?

-I certainly am.

I'm used to pubs.

I just wave my tin.

All right.

MEN: [SINGING]

Farewell, Leicester Square

It's a long, long way

to Tipperary

But my heart's right there

I think he'll... he'll do.

And these three too.

-Mitch, this is Dr. Guthrie.

-Doctor? Why, who's poorly?

-From The Choral.

-Ah, well, they won't want me.

-I live down Theaker Lane.

-I don't know where people live.

A choral society

shouldn't mirror the social order.

It should transcend it.

MARY: Thank you for your kindness.

-Oh, hello. Are you in it?

-I might be.

I like the way you rattle

your tin.

Makes me want to put a penny

in your slot.

Yes. And me to give you

a crack across the face.

ELLIS: She doesn't like you, Mitch.

Well, I'll have to join

the choir then, won't I, Ellis?

ELLIS: Tommy, what you having?

HORNER: Haven't you done it before?

The Dream of Gerontius?

-Why did you not say?

-Because it was in Nuremberg.

It seems like everything good

that happened to you,

happened in Nuremberg.

Will he give his permission,

do you think, Elgar?

He will if I write to him.

The man may be our greatest

living composer

but he's a fellow musician,

however grand.

Artists are like that, Robert,

they notice each other.

They connect.

Well, uh, not all of them.

MATRON: Sing?

They're not in a state to sing,

most of them.

What have they got to sing about?

They're convalescent.

They don't want to waste

their energy on singing.

This gentleman wants to know

if any of you can sing?

Have you got a piano?

[PIANO PLAYING]

MEN: [SINGING] Three little maids

from school are we

Pert as a schoolgirl well can be

Filled to the brim with girlish glee

Three little maids from school

Everything is a source of fun

MAN 2: Nobody's safe

for we care for none

MAN 3: Life is a joke

that's just begun

Three little maids from school

Three little maids who, all unwary

Come from a ladies' seminary

Freed from its genius tutelary

Three little maids from school

Three little maids from school

ELLIS: Morning, Podge. This gentleman

wants to know if you can sing.

-Sing what?

-Anything, surprise me.

[SINGING] In good King Charles's

golden days

When loyalty no harm meant

A zealous high churchman was I

And so I got preferment

Not bad.

-The song?

-The bun.

We can work on the other.

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise

To the Holiest

In the height and in the...

GUTHRIE: Sopranos.

Your "A"s, as in "praise."

Ecstasy, not apathy. Again.

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise

To the Holiest in the height

[CHUCKLES AND MUTTERS]

Proclaim the word, "praise."

The note will be there.

-Again.

-Again?

Again.

DUXBURY: [SINGING] Jesu, Maria

I am near to death

And thou, thou art calling me

[STOPS PLAYING PIANO]

Uh, a little faster on figure four.

[PLAYS PIANO]

[SOFTLY] Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop.

[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

-Now!

-f*ck off, Fritz!

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

LOFTY: So, that's us, then.

Mind you,

Mam says there'll be deferment.

What for? Singing in the choir?

They're all old. That's why.

Them, in London. They decide it.

Old, and well off.

When we go

makes no difference to them.

That's not very patriotic.

I'm patriotic,

but in me own good time.

Carted off to France.

I haven't lived.

[SCOFFS] That's what

ought to get you deferred.

Living?

Sorry, missus.

[WOMAN SOBS GENTLY]

Hey, don't look now,

but there's Mrs. Bishop.

LOFTY: She's nice.

Why won't the other women

talk to her at The Choral?

Why do you think? Hello.

Do I know you?

You might be more familiar

with the sound of me, Mrs. Bishop,

-rumbling underneath you.

-I beg your pardon?

The Choral. I'm a bass.

My mate here sits next to me.

Perhaps we'll meet

in a less formal setting soon.

Don't count on it,

you cheeky sod.

-LOFTY: It's not fair.

-What?

Having to go at 18.

Not having done it.

I can't be the only one.

No f*ck, no front.

That ought to be the decider.

Well, I've done it, and it doesn't make it

any more acceptable.

Though I think once you're over there,

they cater for all that.

-Do they?

-MITCH: Brothels, apparently.

Well, that's something.

But it oughtn't to be just intercourse.

-There's other stuff.

-That's right.

-I've never tasted champagne.

-I have. It's rubbish.

I've not been in a proper motor car.

I've never even seen the sea.

-You've been to Morecambe.

-It wasn't in that day.

Have you ever been in love, Lofty?

I don't wanna throw it away

on anybody.

I'd like to bestow it.

Well, you can always bestow it

on Mrs. Bishop.

Though she charges.

Even for bestowing.

[YELLS]

[GIRLS LAUGHING]

MARY: You're mad, you are!

MITCH: You not coming in?

MITCH: Where've you lads been?

Come on!

-Can you swim?

-I don't know.

I've never felt the need.

Mary'd have to take her bonnet off.

MISS HOLMES: Don't you start.

She gets enough of that from Mitch.

-Do you like him?

-A bit. [CHUCKLES]

He can swim. Look at him.

MISS HOLMES: Clyde and me

used to come down here

at night with nobody about.

Not even a cossie,

he was that bonny.

-I don't wanna know!

-You do, I can tell.

Anyway, he's dead.

And you don't wanna be left like me.

The others never leave you alone.

Ellis is right enough,

but it's only 'cause I'm available.

Well, cheer up.

We've got the Queens Hotel

to look forward to.

Guthrie is treating

all the new recruits to their teas.

The recruits? What about us?

Not recruits to the army, stupid.

Recruits to the choir.

-All of us.

-Oh.

ALL: [SINGING] Daisy, Daisy

Give me your answer, do

I'm half crazy

All for the love of you

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

This is grand.

You'd never think

there was a w*r on.

Come on.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, Joe.

FYTTON: Herbert.

Oh, is it, uh, a funeral?

Well, it's not a wedding.

Is the tea thrown in?

With a civilian funeral, of course it is.

And it's the first I've had

in a fortnight. It's tragic.

Everybody's bereaved

and I'm going bankrupt.

-Breaks your heart.

-Come on.

TRICKETT: I offer my condolences...

[PLAYING PIANO]

DUXBURY: See?

This is what we're fighting for.

Egg custards?

ELLIS: Don't get overexcited,

only your friend

has divested herself of her helmet.

MITCH: What's she dancing with Bella for?

There's plenty of men.

She could be dancing with me.

Do you dance?

That's beside the point.

-Does Mitch not dance?

-No, thank goodness.

I'd like to dance with Ellis,

only Flo could make remarks.

I'll ask her out for ya.

-Mary, am I terrible?

-Why?

I almost wish the telegram would come.

Then everyone would know

that Clyde is dead

and I'd be available.

[GIRLS GRUNTING]

-Cowards.

-What's this?

Why aren't you at the front?

Why aren't you fighting?

Because I'm singing. We all are.

And we're none of us 18 yet,

and when we are we'll go.

So, in the meantime, madam,

you can take your flaming feather

and tickle your fanny with it

because nobody else is going to.

[SILENCE]

[WOMAN SNIFFLES]

You shouldn't have said that.

She shouldn't be accosting folk!

Only she lost her brother.

[PIANO RESUMES PLAYING]

I took her the telegram.

Come on, lads. Eat up.

[APPLAUSE]

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, Gerontius.

Yes, will you tell us

a bit more about it?

Some of us

are still in the dark.

GUTHRIE: Hmm. Well...

It's a simple story.

As the name suggests, Gerontius,

Mr. Duxbury,

is an old man who,

in the first part of the oratorio,

is on his deathbed.

It's quite short

and ends with his death.

In the second part,

there is some delay

while the destiny

of Gerontius' soul is decided.

You see?

You always have to queue.

-Heaven'll be the same.

-[LAUGHTER]

In this case, it's because

the forces of good and evil

are contending for Gerontius' soul,

with the music given to the demons

very dramatic,

while the Angel,

and that will be Mary...

-[GASPS SOFTLY]

-MITCH: In her bonnet.

Which she could be, after all.

The salvation of Gerontius

is what she wants.

And Mitch wanting the other.

To cut it short, the Angel wins,

and the oratorio ends with her

conveying his soul to Purgatory

with a promise to lead him

from there into the presence of God.

-Not much of a story, is it?

-You don't have to believe it.

I always took

the Matthew Passion

with a pinch of salt.

Well, the words, of course,

are very beautiful. John Henry Newman.

"Farewell, but not forever,

brother dear.

"Be brave and patient

on my bed of sorrow.

"Swiftly shall pass

thy night of trial here.

"And I will come and wake thee

on the morrow."

Wait a minute. Newman?

Cardinal Newman? A Catholic?

What difference does it make?

He could be a Mohammedan.

We haven't even asked him.

-Who?

-Elgar.

GUTHRIE: Yes, we have.

DUXBURY: What did he say?

He hasn't replied.

Catholics, you see.

Feckless.

[PIANO PLAYING]

GUTHRIE: Again, from figure 39.

"Lord, Thy Servant."

"Lord, Thy Servant."

CHOIR: [SINGING] Lord

Thy servant

Deliver

Lord, thy servant

Deliver

Sanctus fortis

Sanctus Deus

De profundis oro te...

Mr. Duxbury, you're not singing,

you are crooning.

And, contraltos,

have you anything against a B flat?

Well, you never go anywhere near it.

Mr. Duxbury, could we look

at figure 40, please?

One moment.

Here. You need to support

your voice a little bit more.

I think we have to acknowledge

this crescendo here...

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIGHS] Wake up.

If she's ever daft enough

to go out with you,

she'd still have God

as her fancy man.

Well, it's all right for you.

You've latched yourself on

very nicely.

ELLIS: Mm-hmm. [CHUCKLES]

Worst of it is, I've only just

found out her second name.

-Hmm?

-Elspeth.

-ELLIS: So?

-Elspeth?

I'm never gonna get anywhere

with an Elspeth.

It's impregnable.

LOFTY: Dr. Guthrie!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-GUTHRIE: Stanley, you're late.

-Never mind that, Dr. Guthrie.

-They've sunk the Pommern.

-MAN: What?

-WOMAN: What?

-It's a German battleship.

839 Fritzes dead and floating

in the North bloody Sea!

[ALL CHEERING]

CHOIR: [SINGING] Long live our noble King

God save the King

Send him victorious

Happy...

I forgot. This is for you, sir.

CHOIR: [SINGING]

Long to reign over us

God save the King

[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]

-[PRAISE TO THE HOLIEST PLAYING]

-CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the...

Praise to the...

If only you sang Elgar

with the confidence

you sang the national anthem.

Again. Top of the page.

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the...

[VOICES HARMONIZING]

-[SINGING STOPS]

-[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

[PIANO STOPS]

Have I to go on?

I think that was Elgar's intention,

Mr. Duxbury.

Robert, from the pi mosso.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SINGING] But hark! A grand

Mysterious harmony

It floods me...

No! No!

No!

[SINGING] This child of clay

-To me

-[DUXBURY SIGHS]

Was given to rear and train

By sorrow

It's a grace note.

Sorrow...

MARY: Are you all right, Mr. Duxbury?

You get discouraged.

I just wish I had a better voice.

I enjoy it so much.

No, it's... it's a nice voice.

I'm sure people think

I'm only singing Gerontius

because I put my hand

in my pocket.

-No.

-It's true!

Art depends on money.

Without the mill,

there'd be no choir.

No mill, no music.

I'm sure people are grateful.

I'm not sure they are.

Not with me always putting me spoke in.

I pay for the flaming choir,

it entitles me to some say.

I just wish... [SIGHS]

You mustn't say I said this.

I just wish he wasn't so...

[SIGHS]

It's just his way.

And you can sing.

HORNER: He can't. Not very well.

MARY: He lost his son.

What's Elgar like?

Do you know anything?

Not much.

He's coming to Manchester

the day of the concert.

It was in The Argus.

They're giving him

an honorary degree.

-I thought...

-What?

Well, if we wrote to him,

he might come over for the performance.

-I was going to ask Dr. Guthrie.

-I wouldn't.

-Why?

-I just wouldn't, that's all.

He won't be grateful.

He never is.

What's the matter, Robert?

I got my papers this morning.

The call-up.

[SIGHS] Robert.

I wish you liked girls,

like the other lads do.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Mind you, if you did...

lasses probably

wouldn't like you so much.

Sad, isn't it?

Perhaps he wasn't on board.

He joined up in the first wave.

Practically first in the queue.

At least you've got more sense.

Was he...

Did he... play music?

He had a good voice. Unspoiled.

Handsome.

As Gerontius,

he would've been...

And instead we're stuck

with Alderman Duxbury.

-I've had my call-up.

-What?

We... we must get you deferred.

-On what grounds?

-The choir.

That's not grounds. Music?

I'm going to register

as a conscientious objector.

-Well, you'll go to prison.

-I thought you'd approve.

-I'm thinking of the choir.

-Of course you are.

Well, Duxbury's on the tribunal.

He can get you off.

I don't want him to.

This f*cking w*r.

The vicars want it.

The women want it.

The idiots getting k*lled, they want it.

Who do you turn to?

I'm sorry about your friend.

I wish...

I'd...

-I'd like to help, if I can.

-You could stay out of prison.

-That would help.

-I don't mean that.

I mean...

I know you can't just...

replace one friend with another, but...

I should, uh...

Can I ask you something?

Why are we doing this?

This oratorio about an old man.

GUTHRIE: What do you mean?

It's the young men who are dying.

[PLAYS PIANO NOTE]

[SINGING] But hark!

A grand mysterious

Harmony

One, two, three.

[SINGING] It floods me

-[PLAYS PIANO NOTE]

-It floods me

[SLAMS PIANO]

This house can't become

a mausoleum, Margaret.

We can't live

in total silence forever.

You're free to live

entirely as you please, Bernard.

MARY: [SINGING] Onward

-[BAND PLAYING]

-Christian soldiers

Marching as to w*r

-[CROWD CHATTER]

-With the cross of Jesus...

ELLIS: Oh, he's here, he's here!

Rick! All right?

Look after yourself,

all right, lad, yeah?

Head down, yeah? You'll be fine.

-Eh, behave yourself over there.

-Next lot won't be so cheerful.

-Why?

-Because we won't be volunteers.

[LOUD CHATTER]

ELLIS: All right, fellas?

-See you when you're back.

-WOMAN: Take care!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Home by Christmas, boys!

CHILD: Bye, Dad!

[BAND CONTINUES PLAYING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[TRAIN CHUGGING]

[TRAIN HALTING]

[NURSES AND SOLDIERS CHATTERING]

[VIOLIN PLAYING IN DISTANCE]

Hello, stranger.

-[GASPS]

-[BODY THUDS]

I've seen fellas

dropping all around me,

never seen anyone

going down like that.

I thought you were dead.

What did you do?

Were you wounded?

Well, I didn't fall off me bike.

-Same dirty girl, I hope.

-Don't do that.

Why not? You used to like it.

Anyway, I'm safe enough now.

Till death fetches me

in the proper way.

I could even come back

to The Choral.

What?

CLYDE: [SCOFFS] Why not?

It'd give me something to do.

-You've only one arm.

-So what?

I'm not conducting

the bloody thing.

Be nice singing again.

Get back to the way things were.

Besides, I know the Matthew Passion

like the back of my hand.

We're not doing

the Matthew Passion.

-Oh?

-It's something else.

You'd have to speak to Guthrie.

Who's he?

New chorus master.

Bit sarky.

Folk are terrified of him.

I'm just back from the front,

Bella, I think I'll manage.

I just called in to see

if things had changed.

Have they?

Cheerio, then.

Cheerio, love.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DUXBURY: Under the Military Service Act,

1916,

the Tribunal is now in session.

This isn't particularly formal,

and, of course,

I know Mr. Horner

from The Choral Society

where he is our much-valued pianist.

Uh, Dr. Guthrie has come along

just as an observer.

Uh... I prefer to think of this

as a... a friendly conversation.

OFFICER: I wouldn't.

This young man is objecting

to doing military service.

I have your statement.

What puzzles me about you people

is that you always think

you're privy to the mind of God.

"w*r is not part of God's plan."

Well, I'm a canon

of Ripon Cathedral,

so I'm more familiar

with the mind of God than you are,

and w*r does come

into God's plan and always has.

You've only to read the Old Testament,

it's w*r, w*r, w*r.

I find no sport.

Do you do any sport?

-Not especially.

-OFFICER: "Not especially"?

-I prefer music.

-[SCOFFS]

I wasn't aware

they were alternatives.

Mr. Horner is a talented pianist.

That doesn't stop him

kicking a ball.

We're talking about

firing a g*n.

OFFICER: You're not talking

about anything.

You're just an observer.

WOMAN: I'm finding it hard

to have any sympathy with you.

I long to serve.

I'm a crack shot.

But the only creatures

who get the benefit are the pheasants.

Got a girlfriend?

Not as such.

Not a vegetarian, by any chance?

Reading your statement,

young man,

I can't understand how you have

any moral compass at all.

Let alone any contact

with sacred music.

I don't rule out serving

in another capacity.

OFFICER: Oh, how magnanimous of you.

I'm sure Field Marshal Haig

will be relieved to know that.

I thought I could be

a stretcher bearer.

[SCOFFS] You don't seem to be aware

that you belong

to a privileged generation.

The first,

in our island's history,

to be granted the honor

of being conscripted.

I would be proud.

Knowing Mr. Horner,

I think I would advise the Tribunal

that you would benefit

from a brief period of deferment.

Say, three months,

to think it over.

I've made up my mind.

Then I will put it

to the chorus master.

Is Mr. Horner essential

to the society's next concert?

-He is.

-No!

DUXBURY: You should be grateful

to be needed.

There's lads going off every day.

Nobody needs them.

Except the country.

I'd be happy to go.

GUTHRIE: You have to learn

to play the game.

Duxbury wanted to help.

Don't spit on your luck.

I don't want any special treatment.

I'm happy to be a conchy.

Well, what about the choir?

That's all you care about?

You, you're no different

from the bloody generals.

You're single-minded. Single-minded.

-That's what's wrong with the world.

-You're young, that's what's wrong.

You sound like Duxbury.

Or Field Marshal Haig.

In less than a month's time,

we hope this hall will be full.

And Alderman Duxbury has yet

to give us even an approximation

of the notes.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SINGING] Where'er you walk

Cool gales shall fan the glade

Trees where you sit

Shall crowd into a shade

Trees where you sit

Shall crowd into

A shade

Where'er you walk

Cool gales shall fan the glade

Trees where you sit

Shall crowd into

A shade

Trees where you sit

Shall crowd

Into a shade

-GUTHRIE: You don't want it?

-I... I don't.

Well, then why audition?

Well, I used to love The Choral,

when it was Bella and me.

-Hmm.

-But...

I can't see her every day, though.

Not without...

It'd drive me distracted.

Well, you've been dealt

some rough cards.

I'm going to say something now

and it may seem insensitive,

but art is insensitive.

Ironically, you've all the ingredients

here for genius.

Heartbroken, limb lost.

Not to mention the things

you've seen.

-I'd rather be happy.

-[CHUCKLES] So would every other bugger.

Elgar included.

But there are people who,

funnily enough,

would give their right arm

to be able to do what you can do.

And I don't know whether

it's cruel or kind,

but life has offered you

a consolation prize.

And now, at your lowest,

is the moment

you're best equipped to use it.

Life's f*cking sh*t.

So sing.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

-It's not Tuesday.

-I know, I'm sorry.

How many more times?

You're not having Fridays.

Just this once.

Guthrie wants to see me.

No, we agreed.

Look, neither of you

will be having anything

if you don't behave yourselves.

Come in, then.

What's it look like,

you hanging about on me doorstep?

Come back at teatime.

He's too young.

His voice isn't heavy enough.

It's an old man dying.

I can play older, he can't.

The lad has a miraculous voice, Bernard.

Alderman. I won't have you

appealing to my better nature.

Like you, I don't have one.

It's this flaming w*r.

It's ruined everything.

We used to have

such a nice going-on.

It's my own fault

for appointing you in the first place.

If I cared less about the music,

I could put me foot down.

-Others would.

-I know.

We're still short of a devil.

-Is there a solo devil?

-The way we're doing it, yes.

And it has you written all over it.

I wish I didn't like singing.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Ladies and gentlemen,

we have a new Gerontius.

[ALL APPLAUDING]

DUXBURY: Good luck, lad.

GUTHRIE: But in the absence

of a full symphony orchestra,

and a chorus of a hundred,

we must tailor Elgar's Dream

to our present circumstances.

To begin with,

our Gerontius isn't old.

He is a young man. A soldier.

And, perhaps, the Angel

who delivers him from Purgatory

is a nurse.

And heaven, if not quite

the presence of God,

is home, and England, and peace.

-And is that the orchestra?

-We may be a chamber ensemble,

but I don't think

there'll be any complaints.

GUTHRIE: It'll be quite short,

and not a full-blown oratorio

by any manner of means.

But it will be as heartfelt

as that original one

in Birmingham Town Hall.

Less holy, maybe, but more topical.

But is it Elgar?

GUTHRIE: Figure 35. Clyde.

"Use well the interval."

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SINGING] Use well

The interval

MALE CHORUS: [SINGING] Be merciful

Be gracious

Spare him, Lord

FEMALE CHORUS: [SINGING] Be merciful

Be gracious

Lord, deliver him

From the sins that are past

From Thy frown and Thine ire

From the perils of dying

Complying with sin

Or relying on self

At the last

[LAUGHING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER]

-[SINGING] From the nethermost fire

-From all that is evil

-From the power of the devil

-Thy servant deliver

[SINGING] Thy servant

Deliver

[SINGING] For once

And forever

[SINGING] But hark! A grand mysterious

Harmony

It floods me

Like the deep

and solemn sound

Of many waters

[ALL APPLAUDING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[BELLA CHUCKLES]

Appreciate it.

[SINGING] And now the threshold

As we traverse it

Utters aloud its glad

Responsive chant

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise

To the Holiest

In the height

And in Thy depth

Be praise

GUTHRIE: Good! Good!

That's good! I am proud of you.

Elgar would be proud of you.

Two weeks to go, [CHUCKLES]

and we're finally getting somewhere.

I'm still not happy

about Purgatory.

I... I appreciate that the author

is... is Roman Catholic.

But the Church of England

is very clear.

There is no such place

as Purgatory.

CLYDE: No such place?

Listen, I could take you there tomorrow.

Purgatory starts ten yards

from the front line

and it's called No Man's Land.

Every time we mount

another damn fool attack,

we cross it, if we're lucky.

That's Purgatory.

Some flounder through it.

Some drown in it.

Some try and crawl out.

They get driven back

by their officers,

and get shot if they don't.

That's Purgatory.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-When did this arrive?

-This morning.

-Me and all.

-And me.

We're to report

to the recruiting office

a week after the medical.

Oh, take no notice of me, lads.

I was just...

It's not that bad

if you keep your head down.

-I knew he was exaggerating.

-Were you a good soldier?

-Yes, I didn't get k*lled.

-Just lost an arm.

When you're over there,

see if you can find it.

If there's time, I'd like to see

a bit of the countryside.

What, if there's an half day,

you mean?

-We'll put a stop to w*r.

-FLO: How?

-When we get the vote.

-w*r, w*r, w*r.

You lot talk about nothing else.

Mary, Mary.

Shall I... see you home?

No fear.

I'm not getting anywhere, am I?

I don't know

what you see in her.

She won't even let you kiss her.

That's what I see in her.

WOMAN: Oi!

-ELLIS: sh*t, it's her mother.

-You two, off you go.

Are you the one

that's been courting our Mary?

I don't know what you're

talking about.

You know full well.

Answer me, yes or no.

We hadn't done anything.

I mean, kissed even!

That doesn't surprise me.

Takes after her grandma.

Nobody ever laid a finger

on her, either.

-Usual, please.

-Except her grandpa, presumably.

You cheeky sod.

-Still, I wish you well.

-What at?

Crushing the Salvation Army.

I'd outlaw that tambourine.

I don't mind Jesus,

but not while we're having our tea.

Sounds as if I'd have been

better off with you.

It'll be all right.

Jesus is just a phase.

I never fancied him

as a son-in-law.

Thanks, love.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

DOCTOR: Next.

ELLIS: They'll fail Podge.

MITCH: Why?

-Open your towel.

-ELLIS: He was in our class at school.

He had fits.

Had to get something

between his teeth.

Is this right?

Are you epileptic?

Only occasionally.

Not so as to stop me

sh**ting Fritz.

Why does he look at your willy?

-ELLIS: The clap.

-The clap?

Me? Fat chance.

DOCTOR: Come on, lad. Off you go.

Well, go on, then.

Next!

CLYDE: Don't worry, love.

They'll be okay.

Well, you came back, didn't you?

I did.

And I don't mind about Ellis.

He's right enough,

if you're happy.

BELLA: I am.

Are you all right, love?

[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I didn't think

it'd make that much difference,

but it's surprising how much

you need both of 'em.

-Uh, there is one thing.

-What?

-I don't want to ask.

-Nay, go on.

If I can help, I will.

I can't do it with the left hand,

it gets tired.

-No, Clyde.

-Please.

-You never minded before.

-I have to think of Ellis.

Just the one. I'll train myself

to do it with the other.

I can, if I put my mind to it.

Please?

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[PANTING]

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SOBS]

[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]

He must be a decent chap.

-Who?

-Elgar.

Decent, I don't know.

Magnificent, yes.

Inspirational.

Generous enough to allow us

to tinker with his stuff.

"Tinker"?

-Reimagine.

-[PIANO STOPS]

-You haven't told him, have you?

-He gave his permission.

[SCOFFS] I mean all this new carry-on.

No orchestra, the cutting,

the rearrangement.

We are a fiddling little minor provincial

choral society.

He won't want bothering.

It's only an hour away.

-What is?

-Manchester.

They're giving him

an honorary degree.

-[STUTTERING] Yes, I saw.

-The day of the concert.

We could ask him to come.

No, certainly not. He's a great man,

he's got better things to do.

He's an old man.

Maybe he hasn't.

Oh, be told, the pair of you.

Save your bright ideas

for adapting the score.

Well, I have another suggestion.

Why can't we put it into costume...

-Oh.

-...and stage it?

Clyde dressed as a soldier,

Mary as a nurse.

This is an oratorio.

Dressing up is opera.

Well, we've broken some rules,

so why can't we break others?

No, you're right. We... We are nobody.

Our Gerontius

is a one-armed youth.

The orchestra is the trio

from the Queens Hotel.

Opera, oratorio,

who's going to care?

Yes, let's do it.

Huh.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

-You're not nobody.

-Well, I am now. [SNIFFLES]

I was somebody once, but...

that was in Germany.

Not now.

He must like you.

Never known him accept a suggestion

from anyone else, ever.

-He does like me, I suppose.

-I do, too.

What?

-I already wrote that letter.

-To Elgar?

-No.

-Why not?

What's he gonna think

of all of this?

-He'll understand.

-Why should he? He's...

He's Elgar.

Well, I've done it now. Sorry.

Sorry, Robert.

ELLIS: Cheers, Podge.

-You jammy sod.

-Why?

I want to go.

I shouldn't have said.

Fits. They're nothing.

-Are these for us?

-For the last rehearsal.

Hmm.

That's a Battenberg.

I'm surprised you're still making these.

German muck!

Thank you.

I still don't understand

why we're k*lling folks

who like the same fancies

as we do.

I mean, we've got common ground.

[CAR APPROACHING]

MAN: Who's that?

ELLIS: Would you look at that.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-MAN: Bloody hell, what's this?

WOMAN: Who is that?

[GRUNTS]

Is Dr. Guthrie about?

Certainly. Of course. This way.

Nice frock. [CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

How much do they cost, this model?

Why? Thinking of getting one?

[PIANO PLAYING]

GUTHRIE: I'm going to take this in four,

and slightly slower,

-and keep an eye on this...

-[SOFT GASPS]

[CLEARS THROAT] Uh, may I assist you, sir?

-You're in the Salvation Army.

-I am. [CHUCKLES]

Though it's not popular.

I thought that was the point of it?

With the choir.

They don't like me singing

on street corners.

I don't mind where I sing.

-I'm singing the Angel.

-Oh!

"Make a joyful noise

unto the Lord."

-Exactly.

-You don't want a cup of tea?

No, I want Dr. Guthrie

and I don't have a lot of time.

-Sir Edward.

-Dr. Guthrie, Elgar.

-Oh, I'm astonished.

-ALL: [GASPING] Elgar!

ELGAR: Forgive my getup.

I've been in Manchester.

Is it China where every

profession has its own uniform?

This is mine, my musical degree.

In the circumstances,

I feel it's quite discreet.

-I certainly don't feel drab.

-No.

Composing is a noble profession.

It's romantic, adventurous,

and poorly paid.

But for once, this afternoon,

I'm allowed to advertise.

I'm not just a jumped-up

shop assistant.

-Who thinks that?

-I do, for one.

At 34, I was still serving

behind the counter

in my father's shop.

-But you're knighted.

-Knighted, yeah.

But what's happened

to the peerage, hmm?

Still, I'm a humble man,

and this is what one appreciates,

to have one's work

performed by amateurs.

-Joe Fytton.

-Talented amateurs, I'm sure.

-It's an honor, sir.

-In the back of beyond.

It's an honor. My daughter.

That is the real distinction.

But, don't worry, I shall not be

attending the performance

and I don't expect too much.

Nothing can be worse

than The Dream's first outing

when I ran from Birmingham Town Hall

with my hands over my ears.

[SOFTLY] Never mind composing,

he certainly f*cking talks.

ELGAR: I still have nightmares. So...

I am touched that

you should want to put it on.

Few societies do.

Amateurs not at all.

All they want

is Land of Hope and Glory.

If he wants a preview, we're in the sh*t.

I don't have a lot of time,

but is there any chance of

you giving me a hint

of what you've been doing?

[SOFTLY] Oh, sh*t.

GUTHRIE: I wish we could,

but this evening is our performance.

-I mean, there is much to do.

-No matter.

Just an old man's vanity.

And, besides, the choir

has been rehearsing all morning.

-I've sent most of them home.

-ELGAR: Not even the young lady?

No, well, she's, um, not prepared.

Well, I could do something.

-I'd like to.

-There you are.

And if she sings

as delightfully as she looks,

it will be a treat.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[WHISPERS] Oh, dear.

[MAN] Better be good.

There you are.

[PIANO PLAYING]

[SINGING] Softly

And gently

Dearly-ransom'd soul

In my most loving arms

I now enfold thee

And o'er...

[PIANO STOPS]

Softly and gently,

dearly-ransom'd soul,

in my most loving arms...

I now enfold thee.

[KISSES HANDS]

Now I must go.

DUXBURY: Sir Edward, before you go...

I know you must be weary

of your fans, Sir Edward,

but might I trouble you

to sign my score?

No, of course.

-And the young lady's?

-MARY: Please.

Forget the dressing gown,

he just looks like anybody else.

My late father-in-law

springs to mind.

-ELGAR: Are you in the chorus?

-No.

I'm actually, uh, one of the principals.

In fact,

I was singing Gerontius,

until we brought it up to date.

Oh, f*ck.

-Up to date?

-Less religious.

Well, it's Cardinal Newman's poem,

that's why it's religious.

-So who is Gerontius?

-CLYDE: Uh, I am.

But he...

No, no, no, he's too young.

You'd be surprised, Sir Edward,

how poignant a young man sounds.

Especially at our present moment.

He was wounded at Ypres.

I don't care if he was wounded

at Agincourt.

His voice won't be heavy enough.

What else have you meddled with?

Let me see the score.

-It...

-This is disgraceful.

I hardly recognize it.

-This isn't a score, it's a scrapbook.

-[GUTHRIE HESITATES]

What have you done

with the orchestration?

We are the orchestra,

Sir Edward, our trio.

Trio?

Would you like us to play you

an extract?

We've never had any complaints.

And will the tenor

be in uniform?

It's my costume.

Costume?

This is an oratorio,

it's not fancy dress!

I really can't have this.

I thought I was doing you a favor.

You are. It's an interpretation.

Art comes out of art.

Not out of mine.

It's your music,

even if it's not your story.

-It's Cardinal Newman's story.

-The young man is dying.

Why else would he be dying these days

except in the trenches?

Like all the rest.

Hundreds of them, one after another.

Dying in ditches

and on the seas.

One man's death tells you

more than a thousand.

And I wouldn't place

too much reliance on the w*r.

I sat next to Field Marshal Haig

at the academy dinner

and he told me in confidence

that it will all be over

within six months.

You won't look

so up to date then.

Go after him.

He likes your voice,

you're a good-looking girl.

Be... be nice to him.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

ELGAR: Cancel the performance!

MARY: Sir!

I'm sorry, my dear.

I cannot allow them to do it.

I have my reputation

to think of.

Whereas you...

you're wasted here.

I know teachers who can help.

-I'm not a proper singer.

-You could be.

I'm just at the mill,

I can't afford to...

Don't worry about that.

[CAR ENGINE STARTING]

If I said yes, would you...

DUXBURY: Go on, sing!

MARY: Some of these boys

won't be coming back.

[SINGING] Land of hope and glory

Mother of the free

-Oh, God.

-She hasn't finished.

I know the rest.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

GUTHRIE: Sir Edward.

Your first big success,

triumph, really,

was your

Variations on an Original Theme,

-The Enigma Variations.

-So?

And you didn't write

the theme yourself.

Possibly, it's not important.

You were building

on someone else's work.

-We were building on yours.

-Driver.

-Art does come out of art!

-[GIRL CONTINUES SINGING]

Even yours!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-That's it then, is it?

-Miserable sod.

Nothing to look forward to now.

Oh, I don't know. There's France.

Well, we had a good try.

My fault. Don't repeat yourself.

The lesson.

Once, even in Nuremberg, enough.

Well, I must say,

I'm very disappointed.

We're all disappointed, my dear.

-No. In you.

-BELLA: I agree.

Seems such a shame,

after all the work we've done.

And the boys going next week.

-We can't do it.

-Get it into your heads.

No license. It would be theft.

Not necessarily.

As long as we don't charge

for entry, we're in the clear.

-MAN: Is that right?

-What, free?

Friends and family.

ELLIS: My mam would come.

Yeah, and mine.

Does anyone here feel like we're done

with The Dream of Gerontius?

-ALL: No!

-That we can walk away

-and leave it at that?

-ALL: No.

Let's put the word out. Now!

This minute.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

-[SINGING] Jesu

Maria

I am near to death

And Thou

Thou art calling me

CHOIR: [SINGING] By Thy birth

And by Thy Cross

Rescue him from endless loss

By Thy rising from the tomb

By Thy rising from the tomb

By the Spirit's...

[SINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]

Save him in the day

Of doom

[SINGING] Sanctus fortis

Sanctus Deus

De profundis oro te

Miserere

Judex meus

Parce mihi

Domine

-Rescue him, O Lord

-Rescue him, O Lord

Mary, pray for me

Rescue him

[SINGING IN HARMONY]

Joseph, pray for me

By Thy gracious power

[SONG CONCLUDES]

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

MARY: [SINGING] This child of clay

To me was given

To rear and train

By sorrow and pain

In the narrow way

Alleluia

From Earth

To heaven

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGING] Dispossessed

Aside thrust, chucked down

By the sheer might of a despot's will

CHOIR: [SINGING] Dispossessed

aside thrust, chucked down

By the sheer might of a despot's will

Dispossessed, aside thrust

[SINGING IN HARMONY]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

Who after expelling

Their hosts, gave!

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[SINGING] And now the threshold

As we traverse it

Utters aloud its glad

Responsive chant

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise

To the Holiest

In the height

And in the depth be praise

In all His words

Most wonderful

[VOCALIZING IN HARMONY]

Most sure in all

His ways!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

MARY: [SINGING] Farewell

But not forever

Brother dear

Be brave and patient

On your bed of sorrow

Swiftly shall pass

Your night of trial here

And I will come

And wake you

On the morrow

Farewell

CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the Holiest

In the height

Amen

Amen

Amen

[SONG CONCLUDES]

[APPLAUSE]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN: It was superb... superb.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

Thank you, sir.

-[KISSES]

-[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]

[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]

[EXHALES]

[MUMBLES] One, two, three.

You changed yours, you cheat.

I went paper, you went like that.

[GROANS] My legs hurt.

[BOYS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY]

All right, boys. Ready?

-Good and still.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

-FYTTON: Good, good. [SIGHS]

[RAIN PATTERING IN THE DISTANCE]

-[KISSES]

-My mam will be coming back.

Nay, she won't.

-She's gone to the pictures especially.

-[SIGHS SOFTLY]

-Well, she's on your side.

-[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

She's never liked me

being in the Army either.

What do you think?

Come on, love.

We're off tomorrow.

They all say it's not very nice

the first time.

It'll be all right.

Only I've asked God

and if I don't do this,

then you'll be safe.

If I do this for God,

he'll do this for me.

Nay, Mary.

If God is like that,

you'd be better off without him.

What you doing?

-MITCH: Look.

-No!

This is me, Mary.

I want you to see

what I look like.

Before I go,

I want you to see me.

[EXHALES]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

[RAIN PATTERING]

[KNOCKS ON DOOR]

LOFTY: Hello?

Stanley.

-Oh, God.

-It's all right, Mrs. Bishop.

I haven't got a telegram.

Well, what is it you want?

Can I come in?

It's important.

What for?

You're a bit young.

-I'm old enough.

-I know your Irene.

I used to push your pram.

We're going tomorrow.

I've got the money.

Do I have to take my shoes off?

Not unless you want to.

Let me get you a coat hanger.

You don't want to spoil

your new uniform.

It looks nice.

-Shall I take it off?

-Yes, love.

Mrs. Bishop,

I don't just want to...

do it.

I'd like to see you and everything.

You shall.

No. No, love.

It's on the house.

Are you sure?

You can come again,

when you come back.

Don't let on to our Irene.

-Thank you very much.

-Be careful, love.

-Over there.

-[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I will.

-[EXHALES]

-[DOOR CLOSES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Well, I expect he's right.

I mean, he'd know, wouldn't he?

-Who?

-Elgar.

Whole thing'll probably be over

by the time we get there.

That's what

Field Marshal Haig told him.

BELLA: Just think on.

-And be careful.

-[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]

MAN: Good luck, son.

WOMAN: Take care of yourself.

Don't be surprised if I come back

with a French girl.

MAN: Bye, love. Stay safe!

MAN 2: Bye, love!

I don't suppose there'll be

much music.

Still, it might do me good to...

pursue other...

Here are your friends.

-Good luck.

-Can I just...

WOMAN: God bless.

WOMAN 2: You be careful, you hear?

MAN 1: I'll be fine.

I came down

when our Arnold went.

GUTHRIE: Mmm.

There was a band,

the Lord Mayor.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Now there's not even a curate.

-WOMEN: Bye.

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-[TRAIN CHUGGING]

-[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[THE ANGEL'S FAREWELL PLAYING]

[LIVELY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC ENDS]