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
was 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
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Is Mr. Herries back yet?
No. He's not.
There's a policeman
waiting to see you
in the sitting room.
Oh. That's just as good.
I think I've worked out
where Winterbourne must be.
Has he been waiting long?
No, not long.
David, stop.
It's bad news.
Well, I'm sure it'll
be good news soon.
We just haven't
been looking
in the right place.
No, David, wait!
It's not about Winterbourne.
Something terrible has...
Ahem.
Uh, Mr. Powlett-Jones?
Yes.
Uh, Mr. David Powlett-Jones?
Yes. That's right.
I'm afraid I've got
some bad news
for you, sir.
Do you want
to sit down?
No. I don't think so.
Why should I?
Look. What's
all this about?
There's, uh, been
a bad motor accident, sir.
But he wouldn't be
near any roads by now.
No. No.
It's your wife, sir.
Beth?
On Quarry Hill.
It is your car,
isn't it, sir,
The Morgan 3-wheeler?
Yes. That's right.
Well, sir, there was--
there was a lorry,
one of Venn's,
got out of control
coming down
the hill, like,
and collided
with your wife's vehicle.
They--they was
your children in the car,
was they, sir?
Yes. Well, are they
all right?
Were they hurt?
They was all k*lled
outright...
sir...
more or less.
What do you mean,
more or less?
Well, sir, I understand
one of the little girls
was alive when they
picked her up,
but she died on the way
to hospital.
The driver
of the lorry, too.
'Twere--'twere a terrible
accident, like, sir.
I'm sorry to sort of drag
it out telling it, like.
Are--are you
all right, sir?
Yes, I'm all right.
Poor David.
OFFICER: If--if there was
anything else
I could tell you, sir...
Where are they now?
In Challacombe Hospital,
sir, but there's no hurry
for getting
over there now.
Tomorrow will do fine.
Are you--are you sure
you're gonna be all right now?
I'm--I'm very sorry
about this, sir.
I-11 best be
getting along now.
Yes. That's all right.
Thank you, officer.
Now, David,
just sit down there,
and I'll get you
a cup of tea
with a drop
of something in it.
I thought he'd come
about Winterbourne.
You see,
I had no idea.
Yes, but don't think
about that.
Just sit down.
I won't be two ticks.
I won't be
a second.
No. Look, um, I don't
think I want any tea.
I'll just go have
a walk.
No. Wait.
I just want a breath
of fresh air.
No, David.
Wait a bit, please.
OFFICER: They was all
k*lled outright...
more or less.
'Twere a terrible accident,
like, sir.
Catch!
Catch!
BETH: I did just wonder
once or twice
whether you needed me
as much as I need you.
[Match strikes]
This roller shouldn't
be over here.
Don't know how
they got it here.
Um...
Ellie told me about it.
Algy Herries is
still out.
Look, old chap.
Come up to my rooms.
Come and have
a stiff drink.
I wish I'd thought
to bring a bottle with me.
That would look
a bit odd, wouldn't it?
Look. I'm afraid
the police say now
that someone's got to
go to Challacombe.
I'll come with you
just as soon as
the head gets back
with some transport,
but let's get a drop of gin
inside you first, hmm?
[Bells ringing]
Howarth, do you suppose
by any chance
it might
not be true?
It could be some
horrible mix-up.
We'll drop in
on Doc Willoughby
on the way
to Challacombe, David.
He'll give you something
to ride out the shock.
No. I don't need
anything.
I'm fine.
One of the twins
wasn't dead
when they picked
her up.
She died on the way
to hospital.
I don't even know
which one it was.
I'm sure they couldn't
have suffered.
No. No. That's good,
isn't it?
It wasn't like this
in the w*r.
It was
quite different.
Not like this
at all.
We were all
going to die.
It was just a matter
of when.
We were all
geared up for it.
You got through that.
Yes, but I shan't get
through this, Howarth.
You will.
Out there was just
bloody waste.
The boys here aren't
numbered for death,
not anymore.
You've got a job
to do here,
and it's a job
only you can do
in the way you do it.
Oh, I know that what
I'm saying now
won't be much help to you
in the next few weeks,
maybe months,
but it will in the end,
I promise you.
Howarth, will you
please, for God's sake,
shut up now?
Sorry.
I got to think how
I'm going to get
through the next
half-hour.
Yes. Of course.
I'm not going to go
to Challacombe.
Someone else will
have to identify her.
I don't want to see
what the lorry--
what the lorry did
to her.
If you could
stand it or Herries,
I would be
most grateful.
I'm--I'm going for
a walk on the moor.
Better to stay
and have a drink.
No.
I used to walk a lot
when I first came here.
It helped then.
Tell Ellie...
and Herries
when he gets back.
Look. Let me
come with you.
No! I got to get away.
Now, for God's sake,
please
just go back
to the school.
I'm fine.
[Thunder]
I wish I'd got back
sooner.
I'm sorry to have to
say this, Howarth.
I don't like
to criticize a man
who's been here
as long as you have,
but I take
a very poor view
of your part
in this.
That's your privilege,
Headmaster.
And don't go all
professional
on me, Howarth.
This is dreadful.
What would you do
in his place?
I find it hard to imagine
myself in his place.
Yes, you do.
Oh, you do.
That's just
the trouble.
But if I were, I think
I should probably do
what's usually called
something silly.
And knowing that,
you let him go?
Damn it, man!
I don't choose
to defend myself.
P.J.'s his own man.
What I said to him
is entirely
between him and me.
I don't think
I convinced him.
I hardly convinced myself.
You may see human life
as a sacred trust.
I see it rather as something
to be got through
with as little self-contempt
and misery as possible.
Pretty insupportable
at the best of times.
If Powlett-Jones has chosen
to put an end to himself,
that's entirely
his own decision.
I respect his dignity.
I don't think you do.
That's hysterical
nonsense,
and you know it.
It's exactly what I mean,
and I stand by it.
If you want my resignation,
you can have it.
I don't need
to work here.
No, no, no, no,
no, no.
I'm sorry, Howarth.
I'm sure you did
the best you could.
It's just such
a terrible business.
You see, I have
particular feeling
for young
Powlett-Jones.
I feel responsible
for him in a way.
I talked him
into coming here.
l...I feel
responsible.
He's responsible
for himself.
I hope he is.
I hope he is.
[Thunder]
Shall I get back to my house
then, Headmaster?
No, no, no, no, no.
We mustn't leave
things like this.
Stay and have
some tea.
Stay and have
a drink.
Please.
You wouldn't happen
to have any gin,
would you, Headmaster?
No! Nothing to do
with you.
Go on home! Go on!
[Thunder]
I've been waiting
for a storm like this.
I'm glad it came.
I wanted to use
everything I brought.
When I was humping it
on up here,
I thought I'd brought
too much,
but I've used
everything now.
I'm sorry about giving you
all the trouble.
I didn't think
about people
having to look for me.
Are you soaked through?
I was going to
come back today
till the storm.
There wasn't any need
to come looking.
I'm not sorry I came
up here anyway.
Do you think they'll
kick me out now?
Do you think they will, sir?
Give me the sack?
I wasn't even
looking for you.
I'd forgotten
about you.
[Whimpering]
You were lost, sir,
weren't you?
Why were you?
What did you come
up here for then?
I don't know.
There was an accident
this morning.
My wife and
the two little girls
were k*lled.
I'm sorry
I'm crying.
It's nearly stopped, sir.
Do you think you--
don't you think we ought
to be starting back?
I've been thinking,
we could make it
to Witheridge
across the shoulder
before it gets dark.
There will be a phone there
at the post office.
If you ring the school,
wouldn't they send transport
for us and pick us up?
I'm not going back.
Oh.
Well, you better
get going
if you want to make it
in the daylight.
Well, what are you
waiting for?
Don't stay here, sir.
You can't just stay here.
I can do what
I damn well like, boy!
Now, please get out
and leave me alone.
I can't, sir.
Don't worry
about me.
I'm scared, sir.
What?
You've got to come
with me.
You've been here on
your own for two days.
You've been
perfectly all right
enjoying yourself
while--
I know.
I'm sorry,
but I've run out
of spunk now.
I knew nobody could
find me here,
but all the time,
I was sort of
imagining that in the end
someone would come
and take me back,
and then you did
turn up,
and, well, I've run
out of spunk, sir.
You've got to
take me back.
Will you, sir?
Oh. It's
a terrible business.
I'll just say,
it's a damn shame.
Shocking,
don't you think?
Your gift for
stating the obvious
never ceases
to amaze me, Carter.
My God, you're
a cool one, Howarth.
I don't know another man
who could sit there
calmly marking essays
after a thing like that.
The essays have to
be marked.
Life, in a sense,
goes on.
What would you
have me do, Carter?
Sarcastic swine.
I mean, I've never had
all that much time
for Powlett-Jones.
I make no secret
of that,
but a tragedy like that,
it doesn't bear
thinking of.
Who identified
the bodies?
I went over
to Challacombe
with the head.
That must have been
a messy business.
My God, I don't
envy you
that little job.
Thank you, Carter.
And where's
Powlett-Jones now?
I don't know.
Oh. I mean to say,
he's never been
all that stable.
I was very surprised
when Algy appointed him
in the first place.
He's very highly strung.
Quite unbalanced
about the w*r.
Thing like this,
it could push him
right over the edge.
No. Algy will have to
start thinking
about a new man
for Havelock's already.
That's enough, Carter!
You're talking
stupid, callous nonsense.
There's no need to fly
off the handle.
You know I'm right.
Well, I'll be.
There he is.
Mmm. Take them
both, David.
Doc Willoughby said
you'd need them both.
You'll sleep all right.
She needn't have gone
up there, you know.
She was just going
for a little trip.
Said she'd keep an eye
open for Winterbourne.
I can't stay here.
Give yourself
a bit of time, David.
You really mustn't try
to make any decisions yet.
Just let it all go
for a while.
I can't go back
to the house.
All her things.
All the children's--
I don't see how
I can go back there.
Well, that's all
taken care of.
I've made up a bed
for you here.
You must stay
as long as you like.
If you want, I could
sort the house out.
What about the boys
I'm supposed to be
in charge of?
No, no, no, no.
That's all right.
Barnaby's there now,
and you've got Havelock's
running like clockwork.
Don't you worry.
I'll look in
from time to time.
I still can't
believe it.
I keep finding
myself thinking,
"It's late.
She'll be waiting.
I better get back,"
and then...
I can't believe
she's gone.
In a sense, David, she's
still there, you know.
She always will be
for everyone who knew her.
It will come to be
a comfort eventually.
Ohh.
God, what do you
know about it?
Sorry, I...
I just can't
stay here.
I got to get away.
Look. Just take it
one day at a time.
Now, don't make
any decisions.
Don't--don't talk
about it now.
I just want you to know
what I'm going to do.
Where would you go?
I don't know.
I don't know.
David, look.
I really don't think
it's time to talk
about it yet,
but I think you should
try staying on here
for a while at least.
Beth wasn't
your whole life.
She was.
David, you've been here
for 3 years.
You've built
something here.
I think the place
has come to mean
a lot to you,
and you're very important
to a lot of people here.
Look. It was
Spats Winterbourne
who got you off the moors,
wasn't it,
because he needed you
to get him back.
That's right, isn't it?
I think I'll go up now
if you don't mind.
Now, you know
the spare room, don't you?
I think I've left out
everything you need.
Would you like me
to come up with you?
No, thanks.
I'll be all right.
Well, if you need
anything, David,
I'm a very light sleeper.
Thanks.
I'll go up then.
Oh, Algy.
I think this is
the worst.
It's the worst thing
we've had.
Oh, Ellie, you should
have stopped me.
I'm a pompous,
clod-hopping donkey.
I felt I had to
say something,
but...
it was all wrong.
Oh. Anything
would have been.
I think it might have
meant something to him.
Oh, it did.
It did.
He looked at me as if I were
hammering nails into him.
Well, at least
you didn't tell him
to trust in God.
Well, he's not
a believer.
It would have seemed like
one more cruel irony to him.
It's what I'd try
to do, though, Ellie,
if you died.
Oh, I know
you would.
Your God's got a lot
to answer for
today, though,
hasn't he?
Seems to me
he's moved
in a very mysterious
way indeed.
[Lock opening]
BOY: Dear Mr. Powlett-Jones,
I felt I had to write to you
as soon as I heard
the terrible news
of your wife's death.
[Knock on door]
Come in.
I saw you
come in, sir.
I've been hoping
to get a chance.
Yes?
Uh, look, sir,
if you're busy--
I-l mean, it's not
really important.
If you'd rather
I didn't--
No.
No. Come in then.
I'm glad
of the interruption.
I don't know how to answer
these things anyway.
Sit down.
Thank you, sir.
Would you like
one of these?
You're a bit too old
to be sneaking off
to the boiler room.
Thank you, sir.
Anyway, you're leaving.
End of the week, sir.
Can't believe it.
Light, sir?
Misspent youth.
I came to bring you
this actually, sir.
Sort of
leaving present.
"Memoirs
of Sergeant Bourgogne."
Where on earth
did you get this?
Well, I paid
for it, sir.
I came across it
in a shop
in the Charing Cross
Road during my hols.
Do you remember, sir,
back in the fifth,
you said that if we
wanted to know
what w*r was
really like,
we should read that?
You said you'd lost
your own copy
at Ypres
or somewhere.
I wouldn't have
expected anyone
to remember that.
What you said
about it then, sir,
was that it helped
you get through.
No matter how bad things
were at the front,
those 18th century
soldiers had it worse,
and if
Sergeant Bourgogne
could get
through his w*r,
then, well, maybe you
could get through yours.
I said all that,
did 1?
I thought it might
help, sir.
Well, you know, now.
Yes, I see.
Thank you very much.
It was very kind of you.
I, uh, had been meaning
to replace it,
but I never did.
You are going to
stay on, though, sir,
aren't you?
I don't know.
It took me till today
to get enough courage
to come here.
Well, you did it.
Sir, everybody hopes
that you do stay on.
What's it to you, Chad?
You're leaving.
That's different, sir.
Place wouldn't be
the same if you left.
Besides, you've got to break
in a new house captain.
Paddy McNaughton just
wouldn't be able to cope
if you didn't
show him the ropes.
Besides, if you left, they'd
probably get Slasher Irving
to be housemaster.
You've really
got to stay, sir.
I don't know.
Thanks for everything
anyway, sir.
Good-bye, Chad.
I'll be back to see you
on Founders Day.
[Door closes]
BETH, VOICE-OVER: Davy...
if anyone belongs here,
it's you.
[Boys talking indistinctly]
Sir. Sir.
DAVID:
Yes, Chatterton?
How do you spell
"hypocrisy," sir?
Haven't you got
a dictionary?
Yes, sir.
Then look it up.
Sir, I did
look it up, sir,
but it wasn't there.
Look again.
Really, sir,
it's not there.
Where did you look?
"H," sir.
H-Y-P?
Oh, sorry, sir.
I was looking
under H-I-P.
H-Y-P-O-C-R-I-S-Y.
Oh. Thank you, sir.
Sir.
Yes, Chatterton?
Sir, dictionaries
aren't really much use,
are they, sir?
I mean, you can't look up
the spelling of a word
unless you know how
it's spelt, can you, sir?
Do you see
what I mean, sir?
Yes, Chatterton,
I do see.
Now get on
with your work.
Oh. Yes, sir.
Have a good hol, sir.
Thank you, Chandler.
Same to you.
There you are,
then, boyo.
Just how you like it.
Wet, warm, weak,
and Welsh.
Oh, come on now.
Bloody good pint,
this is...
if you've never
known better.
Ha ha ha!
How long do you think you
can keep the strike up, then?
As long as it takes.
It's not just
the miners now, see?
General strike when
the buses and railways
come out with us.
Nothing is gonna be
the same after this, Davy.
You really think there's
gonna be a revolution?
Oh, I don't know.
At least they know
who we bloody are now.
He was down last week,
his Lordship Mountnessie,
all the way from his
Scottish castle
and his
Rolls-bloody-Royce.
First time most of us
have laid eyes on him.
"Gentlemen," he said,
"these are hard times.
You can't get blood
out of a stone."
"Hard times?"
I told him.
"850 bob a week wouldn't
keep you in cigars.
You are made
of bloody stone."
"Make a note of that
man's name," he said.
Aye. Who knows
what might happen now?
[Coughing]
Why don't you
stay down here, Davy?
Mum is longing to have
someone else to look after.
Well, someone else
to look after her.
I know.
Well, then?
Schools here,
aren't there?
You should know.
You spent enough
time in them.
You don't want to go
back to that old place.
I think
I got to, Emrys.
Aye. Well, I daresay
you're entitled to a bit
of peace and quiet,
if that's what you want.
No. It's not that.
You see, I got to get
back there somehow.
Well, there's no damn sense
in what I'm doing
unless I can say my piece
at a place like Bamfylde.
You don't need me here.
They do there.
I'll bloody well get back
if I have to walk.
Good morning.
Morning, sir.
Morning, sir.
Do sit down.
Right. Well,
we're coming back
to the reform bills
of the 1830s.
Before we begin,
perhaps you better have
a summary of what
we've covered so far.
Letherett, would you
like to begin?
[Laughter]
Who owns this piece
of bog paper?
I didn't ask
who put it there.
Whose is it?
It was mine, sir.
And where
did you get it?
Where?
Yes! Where?
It's a simple question,
isn't it?
My father
sent it, sir,
for the debate
next week.
I'm supposed to be
speaking, sir.
And do you think
that this makes
an intelligent
contribution to the debate?
Well, do you?!
It's only a joke, sir.
We were all in on it.
We know you're
on the miners' side.
It was just a bit
of fun, really.
Nothing personal.
Letherett, when I want your
views, I shall ask for them.
I am speaking to Sanders.
Well, do you
think this makes
an intelligent
contribution to the debate?
Well, it's only
a cartoon, sir, but...
Go on.
Well, I think
it's fair comment.
I think, sir, that if
the miners are prepared
to put the country
in jeopardy
for the sake of a few
extra shillings a week,
then they can't expect
much sympathy.
Thank you, Sanders.
Right. Well, I can see
that you all think
that I should
take this in good part,
see the funny
side of it, hmm?
Well, there is not
a funny side,
and you'd know that if
you've seen what I've seen!
You probably don't know
that I'm a miner's son.
My brother is a miner.
He and his mates work
a 5 1/2-day week
for 50 shillings.
Most of you wouldn't
last 5 minutes
besides the boys
of 14 who work there.
The mines are owned
by absentee owners
who are too miserly even
to install pithead baths.
So the miners have
to wash in tin baths
in front of the fire.
Now think about that
for a minute.
with a wife and children,
and it costs about
to keep you
young gentlemen here
for 8 months
of the year.
Well, perhaps
a country like that
needs to be put
in jeopardy.
When I was a young boy...
much younger than
any of you here,
I went to school
one morning,
leaving behind a father
and 3 brothers
working
on the early shift.
That's 4 A.M. to midday.
When I got home
that evening,
my father and two
of my brothers were dead.
Their bodies
were never recovered.
It was judged to be
too expensive to be worth it.
Reform bills of the 1830s.
Letherett?
WATSON: I say, Watts.
Help me get
this box, would you?
WATTS: What?
There's been a ba*ls-up
in the parcel handling.
This isn't
the Hanover House parcel.
I mean, it's
for Winterbourne.
He's in the Kremlin,
isn't he?
WATTS: The what?
Kremlin.
Pow-wow's house.
OK. Pass it over.
Watson? Up here.
You want me, sir?
Yes, at once.
[Footsteps]
Yes, sir?
I heard you use
a word just now
in respect to my house.
What was it again?
Oh. Uh, ba*ls-up, sir.
Sorry, sir.
No, Watson. Kremlin.
How long has that been
in circulation?
I don't know, sir.
Just this term, I think.
And what do you know
about the Kremlin, Watson?
Nothing at all, sir.
Then why did you
use the word just now?
I don't know, sir.
All the chaps are
calling it the Kremlin.
Mr. Carter does, sir,
in Stinks.
Mr. Carter?
Yes, sir.
All right, Watson.
That'll be all.
Yes, sir.
That last turnout
was a disgusting
shambles, Sanders.
Yes, sir.
I shall expect to see
a 300% improvement.
Carter,
can you spare
a minute?
Delighted.
I'll get them
out there, sir.
Full inspection,
mind.
CARTER: Now what can
I do for you, old man?
Have you referred to
my house as the Kremlin
in front of a class
of fifth formers?
What's all
the fuss about?
I asked you a question.
Have you or haven't you?
Well, what if I have?
You are a Red, aren't you?
I want an apology.
Look. It was a joke, man.
Where's your sense of humor?
Can't you take a joke?
Not that kind of joke and
not in front of the boys!
It was crass, stupid,
and unprofessional,
and you'll
apologize to me.
I damn well won't.
Who the hell
do you think you are
barging into my rooms,
trying to bully me?
It won't wash, man.
Look.
I know you've
been through a lot.
I feel damn sorry for you,
but you seem to think
you can get away
with anything!
You're not responsible.
You're a danger to yourself,
to everybody else.
You are not fit
to be in charge of boys.
Take that back!
Damn well won't.
It's true.
Hanged if I know why
you haven't been asked
to resign for disloyalty.
Disloyalty to whom?
You don't even know?
To the country, man,
to the parents
who send their sons here.
They expect you
to give them an education,
and you end up giving them
a lesson in class hatred.
Now get out of my rooms.
I've got work to do.
Disloyalty
to the country?
Well, that's great
coming from you, boy!
I spent 3 years
in the bloody trenches
fighting for trench dodgers
like you with gammy knees!
Oh, it came in very handy,
that knee, didn't it?
Instant bloody collapse at
the sight of a troop ship!
You guttersnipe.
Get out of here.
Get back to the gutter.
Don't touch me!
You hit me.
I won't apologize
for coming straight in.
It was hardly a private
conversation, was it?
Do you know you could be
heard right across the quad?
He hit me.
I'm sorry.
Came in here making
vile accusations,
and he wouldn't
go away,
so I tried
to make him go away.
Then he hit me.
I take it, Powlett-Jones,
you won't hit me
if I tell you to
take yourself off now.
I'd like
to explain.
Later, if you think you can.
Go back to your rooms.
I'll see you there
in half an hour.
[Knock on door]
[Knocks]
Well, well,
well, well, well.
You can pour me
one of those
if you don't
need it all yourself
and nothing with it.
You don't
have to tell me.
We both made bloody
fools of ourselves,
me in particular.
I haven't done that
since I was 15.
Not too good
for discipline, is it?
Poor old Carter.
He's misguided,
in my opinion,
but he believes the most
important way to measure a man
is to ask how he stands up
to the challenge of w*r.
You've been through it.
You distinguished yourself.
He's never had a chance
to prove himself.
That's a thought he's had
to live with all these years,
and you go
and taunt him with it.
You really know how to hit
where it hurts, don't you?
Devil of it is,
how is either one of you
going to bury the hatchet
after this?
Do you want
my resignation?
You know
better than that.
I've only got a year
or so to go here now,
but I do want to leave
a good school
behind me
for the next man.
You and Carter are a pair
of damn good teachers.
I want to keep you both.
So any other
bright suggestions?
Don't say you want
to have it out
in the gym
with boxing gloves.
I could apologize
in writing,
just admit
I lost my temper
and not mention
the other business.
Don't expect
an apology from him.
You hurt him far more
than he hurt you.
Yes. I'll do that
for you...
after all you've
done for me.
I've been
trying to think
what Beth would have
thought about it all.
She'd never have let you
go over there, me boy.
She'd have tied you
to that chair
till she'd got you laughing
at the whole silly business.
David, you--
you've got to find
something else to live for.
Beth's been dead
for 5 years.
You've got to
let her go, David.
If teaching is not enough
for you just now,
what about that book
you were working on?
What, "The Royal Heifer,"
was it?
Tigress.
"The Royal Tigress."
Then get it out, man.
Have another look at it.
No. That's dead now.
I don't
even remember
what got me
so excited about it.
Yeah, but you will
if you give yourself
a chance.
[Bell ringing]
Mm.
This will be the first time
I'd been tipsy in chapel.
You get that letter written.
Yes, sir.
And no more fights
without consulting me.
CARTER, VOICE-OVER:
My dear Powlett-Jones,
I accept your apology.
I should not have
lost my temper.
It was unprofessional, as was
my remark in the laboratory.
Yours sincerely,
T.S. Carter.
I'm glad you came up
this evening.
I've had a bit
of a shock.
Bad news?
Some would call it
very good news.
[Coughs]
Filthy things.
Do you remember
my telling you
some years ago
in a moment of
maudlin indiscretion
about a young woman
of whom I had been
very fond in the past?
Oh, yes.
She left you for a wealthy
stockbroker, didn't she?
How kind of you
to remember.
Yes.
Now take a look at this,
my dear chap,
if it's not
too much trouble.
She was
Beth's age
when I met her.
It seems she died
Oh, I'm sorry.
Yes.
You didn't know?
You weren't in touch?
What do you think?
She had a son almost
as old as you.
I'm sorry.
How did you find out?
From the solicitor.
She left me £8,000.
Good God.
"To lan Howarth,
whom I remember with
the greatest affection."
That's
what she said.
And I had imagined
all these extravagantly
pointless years
that she'd been
perfectly happy
with her
stockbroker.
£8,000?
That's a small fortune.
What are you
going to do with it?
Put it in the bank, man.
What do I want with it?
I don't give a damn
about the money.
To think that I could
have married that girl
if I'd had the nerve.
Well, let my folly
be a lesson to you,
Pow-wow.
You're half my age.
Find yourself
another wife,
or let her find you.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes...emphatically.
If you've any doubts, take
a look at your colleagues.
Take a look at me
and say to yourself,
"In 20 years' time, I
could be like that man
if I don't do
something about it."
Doesn't bear
thinking about, does it?
I'm not looking for two
lucky breaks, Howarth.
Most men
don't even get one.
Consider
the alternatives.
Some men can live
the celibate life.
I don't fancy
you're one of them.
What did you do about women
all these years?
Your appetite for
sordid revelations
never ceases
to astonish me.
Do you really
want me to tell you?
No. I'm sorry.
It's none of my business.
You don't use the Unicorn
at Chalackham, do you?
No.
Then you probably
won't have noticed
the young woman
who serves
in the residents'
lounge bar--
young, I should say,
when I first made
her acquittance--
a generous
and sensible soul
with a good head
for business.
My dear chap,
don't stare at me
like that.
The great flood of
masculine passion,
as George Eliot
has it,
may not be much
in evidence,
but...
the riverbed is not yet
completely parched.
I hear you're
going up to London
for a day or two.
Yes. That's right.
I've got hundreds of
references to check out
at the British Museum.
Ah, but try
not to spend
all your time
in museums.
I speak from
bitter experience...
as a museum piece
myself.
It's
David Powlett-Jones,
isn't it?
Julia Darbyshire,
remember?
Yes. Of course I do.
Well, I never thought
I'd see you again.
Oh, I knew
I'd see you.
May I?
Oh, yes, of course.
I was so sorry
to hear about Beth.
Oh. Yeah.
Keith Blades wrote
and told me.
He still writes
to me, you know.
Oh?
Oh, no need
to worry.
He's engaged
to a very nice girl,
and they
are very happy.
We must have given
you some headaches.
Oh, no,
not too many.
Well, I've changed
a lot since then.
Oh?
And what
are you like now?
Thank you.
Well, I'm not
whirling about so much.
My husband died
so I suppose you can say
I'm a free woman.
Oh, I am sorry.
No.
No. It would be
silly to pretend
it was anything
other than a relief.
He was
in constant pain,
and there was
absolutely no hope.
So, since I've only had
myself to worry about,
it's all seemed
so simple.
I've got a marvelous job
managing a dress shop.
You wouldn't believe
how efficient I am.
I have a nice flat. I've
made a lot of friends.
So you have
everything you want.
Oh, I don't think
anybody gets that.
No.
So what have you
been doing in London,
one long round
of pleasure--
wining, dining,
theaters?
Uh, no. I'm afraid it's
mostly been libraries so far.
Oh.
Look. You're not--
I--
You're not free
this evening,
by any chance, are you?
Well, I mean, I'd love you
to come and see the flat,
and I could cook
dinner for you,
if you don't think
it's a frightful cheek.
No. I was just going
to ask you if you care
to have a meal
with me in Soho.
No. You let me
cook for you.
You won't regret it.
I'm a far better
cook than teacher.
Happy?
Yes, I am.
I don't think I've enjoyed
an evening so much since...
Yes. I'm happy.
Well, I'm glad.
Do you know you're
the only person
I ever wanted to see
again from that place?
I didn't know you
very well then,
but you're
just as nice
as I thought
you would be.
Do you know,
I've got
into this
most awful habit
of being
absolutely straight
with everybody
I meet...
and...
well, you're the most
attractive man
I've ever met,
so there...
and...
if it isn't
absolutely necessary
for you to go tonight...
would you like
to stay with me?
I'm afraid I do have
to go back tonight.
Oh, I'm sorry,
David.
It's too soon,
isn't it?
I don't know. I--
It's just that I--
Oh, I'm sorry, Julia.
No, David. You don't
have to say anything.
We've had a lovely
evening, anyway,
so let's forget it.
Look. Um...
I will be coming
to London again very soon.
Could we see
each other again?
Do you mean it?
You'll really
come here
and have dinner
with me again?
Yes. I'd like to.
Hmm. "Like to"?
Yes, I will.
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01x06 - Episode 6
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David Powlett-Jones, a coal miner's son from South Wales, has risen from the ranks and been commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the First World w*r.
David Powlett-Jones, a coal miner's son from South Wales, has risen from the ranks and been commissioned as a Second Lieutenant in the First World w*r.