Tom Brown's School Days (1940)

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Oh, hello.

Tom, can't we be friends again?

He wanted it.

He always wanted it.

Tom, I... I hope he's

watching us and understands.

He always

understood, didn't he?

He was great man, Tom.

People didn't always think so,

but my father believed in him

from the very first

day he met him.

That was years ago.

But he still talks

of that day when

he drove to Dr. Arnold's home.

Dr. Arnold, please.

Yes, sir.

But he's teaching, sir.

I'll wait.

Please forgive

my husband, Mr...

Brown, ma'am.

My husband is a private

tutor, Mr. Brown.

He makes it a rule never

to interrupt a class.

A very proper man.

Now, Westcott, tell us

what you know about our w*r

with the United States.

Oh, that thing, sir.

DR. ARNOLD: Yes, that thing.

Well, sir, the colonists

didn't like our tea

and so there were a

lot of skirmishes.

Well, the colonists didn't

fight far and hid behind trees,

so our soldiers got

disgusted and sailed home.

That's very

patriotic, Westcott.

But inaccurate.

Are you eating in class, Baker?

What's the matter

with your face?

Toothache, sir.

Take that taffy

out of your mouth.

You told me an untruth, Baker.

Remind me to birch

you, afterwards.

Yes, sir.

Westcott, perhaps,

you had better

inform us about

the 2nd Punic w*r.

Oh, yes, sir.

Hannibal crossed the

Alps with his elephants

and the Romans came

out to meet him.

Does it strike you as odd

that you know so much more

about something that happened

in Italy hundreds of years ago?

No, sir, that's history.

And our w*r with

the United States?

That's just modern, sir.

And like an honest

English schoolboy,

you know nothing about it?

No, sir.

Westcott, why did

we learn history?

To find out what the

Greeks and Romans did.

Someday it may also be

thought useful to know

what the English

and Americans did.

Very well, boys.

DR. ARNOLD: Tea ready, Mary?

Mr. Brown has been

waiting to see you, Tom.

How do you do, sir.

Don't think I've

had the pleasure?

No, sir, you haven't.

Brown, sir.

Squire Brown, they

call me of Buffington,

in the Vale of White Horse.

We're a large family, we Browns.

Not very distinguished,

of course,

but in our humble way,

the backbone of England.

Pinch of snuff, sir?

No, thank you.

No!

The cat will have it.

[SNIFF]

Pity it's dying out.

Mr. Brown, to what do we

owe the honor of this visit?

Oh, yes.

You've been very

successful here, Doctor.

The most successful

private tutor in England.

SQUIRE BROWN: Pity your

scope is so limited.

But it has

advantages, Mr. Brown.

Here in my own school

I have a free hand.

I can train boys in my own

way without interference.

Did you ever hear of

Rugby School, Doctor?

Naturally.

The trustees are looking

for a new headmaster.

So I've heard.

And wherever we go one

name is brought forward.

Really?

Yes, sir, yours.

Dr. Arnold, I've been

sent by the trustees

to ask you to

stand for election.

But that's impossible.

But try, dear.

The trustees would

never accept me.

My ideas are too revolutionary.

But that's just

what we want, Doctor.

You know our schools and

nurseries are iniquity of vice.

We want a revolution.

Nonsense, Mr. Brown.

Englishmen never

want a revolution.

Thomas, please.

That's right, ma'am.

Now you talk to him.

I'll step into the garden

and admire the azaleas.

Oh, Thomas!

Think of all you could do.

But we're happy here, Mary...

Our own ways, our own boys.

10 boys.

You're giving your

life to 10 boys.

And what would I do with 300.

All the things

we've talked about.

All your theories

and your plans.

But they're experimental.

They're right.

You know they're right.

I'd turn the whole

place upside down.

Of course you would.

If you were headmaster

of Rugby you would...

You would change the face

of education in England.

300 boys, Mary...

The youth of England.

To teach them to

govern themselves,

to teach them to

know what is right,

to mold them as courageous,

God-fearing gentlemen.

Please, sir.

What is it?

I was to remind

you to birch me.

[LAUGHING]

The youth of England, Mary.

And it eats taffy in class.

[LAUGHING]

STUDENT: Hello, Thomas.

Hello, sir.

What's he like?

Rum, sir, very rum.

Rummiest headmaster

I ever did see.

Isn't going to be

a nuisance, is he?

We can only hope, sir.

But when he opens his

mouth, we'll know the worst.

DR. ARNOLD: I come

to a great school

where all the brothers from

every association is splendid

and elevated.

But the schools of England

are being criticised.

They say that they are

corrupted and changed

from the likeness of God's

image to the likeness

of a den of thieves.

And it is for us,

for you and for me,

to remove that reproach.

And how can this be done?

You who are boys in

our schools today

may tomorrow govern

a great nation.

But those who are

to govern others

must first learn to

govern themselves.

Our schools must no longer

be based on tyranny.

The headmaster is

the chief tyrant

and the assistant master

are the lesser tyrants.

They must be based on the

determination of each of us.

All just and reasonable

beings to do what is right.

And in return for this freedom,

I require your confidence,

your confidence

and your honesty.

Lying and deceit I shall

never forgive you, for freedom

demands responsibility.

Those who are oldest and wisest

amongst you, the sixth form,

will have a special

responsibility.

Like officers in the army,

you will maintain discipline,

you'll encourage the weak,

and chastise the offenders.

[WHISPERING] The

man's a radical.

But each one of us belongs to

a great and a famous school,

the reputation of which

we are concerned to defend

and to improve.

And it is for us to show our

fellow men that Rugby is now no

longer a school of

savage barbarians,

but a school of courageous,

God-fearing gentlemen.

I'll give him a year.

I'll give him six months.

Moral principles!

What's a school boy got to

do with moral principles?

Feed in one end, beat the

other, that's education!

We are safe as houses.

With a headmaster

like that, huh!

You can get the lions,

I'll get the bait.

We're courageous

God-fearing gentleman

and we're hungry for ducks.

[DUCKS QUACKING]

Hey, I got one!

(SINGING) We'll knock

him down and box his ears.

No more laughing, no more glee.

No more sitting on

a hardwood seat.

And the dear headmaster,

will interfere,

we'll knock him down,

and we'll box his ears!

Ha, ha.

Hey, you thieving,

young rascals, you!

And there they were,

as brazen as you please,

a-gorging themselves

on my fine ducks,

what I get four

shillings for at market.

That's not true, farmer.

Oh, yes it is.

You're new here, Doctor.

You don't know Rugby lads like I

do... liars and thieves who have

been stealing my ducks

and chickens for 20 years.

Yes, and a very good

thing you must of made out

of it at four shillings a piece.

You will be paid no

more than the market

price, two shillings.

That's all, thank

you, Mr. Jenkins.

Very good, sir.

Once more, and I beg you

to consider your answer very

seriously, did you

steal those ducks?

No, sir.

We were never near his place.

McPhail?

No, Sir.

Green?

Of course not, sir.

But you were all three

together this afternoon?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

This is your knife, I

believe, Barrington.

Your initials are on it.

Yes, sir.

You dropped it near

Farmer Jenkins' duck pond.

[BELL RINGING]

DR. ARNOLD: I told you that

it was my passionate desire

that the boys of Rugby should

learn to govern themselves.

But I also told you that I would

not tolerate lying or deceit.

For he who governs

himself must be honest

in thought, in

word, and in deed.

But you lied to me!

Expulsion is a serious

and a lasting disgrace.

It brings sorrow to your parents

and calamity to yourselves.

Rugby is greater than

any three of its boys.

And there is no longer an

place for you in this school.

You did what you thought right.

It was right, Mary.

It was.

Those boys were liars.

And liars will

poison and corrupt.

I cannot begin until

I got rid of them.

There will be more expulsions,

more suffering, more misery.

Better to have but 100 boys

here, Mary, 60, 30, as long

as the few are honest,

God-fearing, courageous.

[BELL RINGING]

If this is modern education,

huh, thank heaven I'm old

fashioned.

He'll have to stop soon, there

will be no one left to expel.

I thought as you had called

a meeting of the trustees,

you would like to see what

"The Times" says about you.

I have already read it,

thank you, Mr. Grimsby.

Very awkward, all these

letters about your expulsions.

Quite a storm of protest.

Why, some of them

might almost have

been written by

you, Mr. Grimsby.

On the contrary, I have

received letters of protest

myself.

So have I. McPhail's father,

Barrington left the country.

It appears I'm a heartless

villain who delights

in expelling boys,

ruining their future

and breaking their

parents heart.

Perhaps you would

care to read them.

But your methods are

revolutionary, sir.

They are intended

to be, Mr. Grimsby.

Yes, sir.

Some day, I'll throw

that man downstairs.

Old Grimey is the

least of it, Mary.

Mr. Brown, sir.

Good day to you, sir.

My respects to you, ma'am.

How do you do?

Are the other

trustees with you?

They are not, sir.

They express their

sentiment by staying away.

I'll go.

No, ma'am, I want you to

hear what I have to say.

Will you call the

meeting to order, Doctor.

Mr Brown, when I

accepted this appointment

it was on the condition that

I was to have a free hand.

I do not intend to

offer my resignation.

You are, aware, I suppose,

that public sentiment

is against you?

It is not my habit to

yield to public sentiment.

Do you him in that, ma'am?

I do.

In that case it's my

duty to inform you, sir,

that I'm with you

with all my heart.

I respect your methods.

I admire your courage.

I'll back you to the end.

That's a very brave

attitude, Mr. Brown.

Brave, sir?

No, stubborn.

We Brown's are stubborn

and proud of it.

And just to show you

how stubborn I am,

I'm going to send

my own son to Rugby.

Good bye, Charity.

Good bye, Master Tom.

Bye Jacob.

I had sent your

father off to school,

from this very spot I did.

Was he very brave?

Ha, ha, bawled like a cow.

Dashed if I'm going to cry.

Ha, ha.

Ha.

This here pea sh**ter, made

it for you me-self, I did.

Hit the master's nose

at thirty paces, ha.

Thanks, Jacob.

Bye, Nanny.

For your cold feet, Master Tom.

Thanks, Nanny.

You may kiss me just once.

But no trimmings, mind.

Thanks for not

saying be a good boy,

wash behind your

ears, and all that.

But you will, though,

promise you won't forget.

SQUIRE BROWN: All right, Tom.

Come along.

Goodbye, everybody.

Goodbye!

Goodbye, Tom.

Come back here.

Judy come back here.

I suppose the women

blubbered over you properly.

Ma... Maggie was an awful mess.

I don't see why... why people

can't have more self-control.

Your quite right, my boy.

When we meet the

Rugby coach, would you

mind very much if I don't

kiss you when we say goodbye?

There might be some other boys.

I know just how you feel.

I said the same thing to

my father when I went off.

No, we'll just shake hands

like two old gentlemen.

Thank you, sir.

The Rugby coach will

be here directly, sir.

Thank you.

Drink it up, Tom.

Nothing like starting off warm.

Excited?

Yes, sir.

Got the key of your trunk?

Yes, sir.

Here's a sovereign for you.

You may find it useful.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Well, I suppose there's

no good giving you advice.

Boys, never take it.

I know I didn't.

But you stick to Dr. Arnold.

I don't understand

half he says, but bless

my soul if he isn't

on the right scent.

I'll do my best, sir.

I know you will.

Tom!

Yes, sir?

I don't talk much about it,

but you mean a lot to me.

[KNOCKING]

The Rugby coach is here, sir.

Here you are, Sam, the usual.

I'll rare tackle that

on a cold morning.

[LAUGHING]

Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye, Tom, my boy.

[SOBBING]

Let them go, Nick.

Do you know Rugby

by any chance?

Goodness, Lord bless ya, sir.

I go to it every day of me life.

What sort of place

is it, please?

Slow place.

A very slow... only

three coaches a day.

And one of them a

two horse one, more

like a hearse than a coach.

The life of the school, sir.

What?

Oh, that's to

say I'm a new boy.

Oh, I thought as much.

A nice, quiet

gentlemen like you.

Are the boys pretty wild?

Wild?

Oh, we gets us all kinds

of rows along the road,

what, with their arguing

and their pea shooters

and so forth.

I've got a pea sh**ter.

Yes, I see you have.

I dare say you will be as big

of a varmint as the rest, ha.

[HORSE WHINNYING]

Come on, Nellie.

[LAUGHING]

Here we are, sir, Rugby.

Rugby!

I say, you, fellow.

Is your name, Brown?

Yes.

My father knows

your father, and he

asked me to take you in charge.

My name is East.

How do you do?

Is this your trunk?

Shabby, isn't it?

Take it up to my room.

- Right, sir.

- Uh, give him six pence.

Six pence?

Look out about it or

no more jobs from me.

Thank you, sir.

Give him your coat.

We don't wear them here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What's that on your head?

A cap.

Only louts wear caps here.

If any of my friends saw

you with that helmet,

you'd know not

what would happen.

A new boy, needs a hat.

I see that, sir.

Try that one.

Too small.

SHOPKEEPER: How about that fit?

Too big.

Splendid.

How much?

Oh no.

Chalk it up, T Brown.

And, uh, burn this.

With pleasure, sir.

Now the first thing

you've got to learn to do

is to hang on to your tin.

Tin?

Money.

Oh.

I say, you haven't got

any tin to spare, have you?

Well, my father

gave me a sovereign.

Splendid, we'll

have some murphies.

Murphies?

Potatoes, young'un, potatoes.

I say, you are

green, aren't you?

SALLY: Not a murphy we have till

I see the color of your money.

No money, no murphies.

That's been my

motto for 40 years,

and I'm not going

to change it now.

What do you want, Master East?

Murphies, Sally.

Murphies.

Your father still owes

me for when he was here.

We have a sovereign,

my good woman.

When I sees it I'll believe it.

Show here our money, young'un.

[WHISTLING]

Gold.

EAST: Don't swallow it.

Bring us some murphies.

Yes, sir.

- East?

- What is it, my boy.

Is this the new fellow?

Mm.

Nice looking, isn't he?

What about introducing us?

If you like.

Brown, these are a

couple fourth form pests.

The tall one is Diggs and

the short one is Tadpole.

How do you do?

Very hungry, thank you.

There you are, sir.

There's your change, sir.

Very hungry.

Haven't you got any tin?

We're broke.

Temporarily embarrassed.

Gave my last

sovereign to a beggar.

Funny thing, my father

owns half of Yorkshire

and I can't afford a murphy.

Uh, that's a shame.

Isn't it?

East?

EAST: What is it, young'un?

Would it be all right if I

got some more for your friends?

Would it be all right?

Wait.

Well, young fellow,

that's not a thing

we generally let a new boy do.

But, uh, seeing that your

a friend of East... Sally,

three pairs of murphies.

DIGGS: Six pairs of murphies.

TADPOLE: Nine pairs of murphies.

SALLY: Oh!

Old Grimey!

Please, sir, it wasn't...

GRIMSBY: You can explain

that to the headmaster.

Great Teddy.

You may go up.

DR. ARNOLD: Come in.

Now what is this

disgraceful affair?

Who are you, boy?

Brown, sir.

Brown?

I'm the new boy.

Oh, yes, of course.

Why didn't you report to me

before getting into mischief.

I didn't know, sir.

Do you realize that

you might have done

somebody a serious

injury with this?

That isn't mine, Sir.

I didn't sh**t it.

Now, come now.

Don't begin by telling lies.

But I didn't, sir.

I tell you I didn't.

What happened?

Well, you see, sir.

There was a bird...

Well?

And someone aimed at

the bird, and suddenly

old Grimey just got in the way.

Old Grimey?

You mean, Mr. Grimsby?

Yes, sir.

Then... then everybody suddenly

disappeared, and, well,

there I was with...

With that in my hand.

I believe you, Brown, because

you are your father's son.

And because a liar

would have told

a much more plausible story.

Oh, thank you, sir.

You wouldn't like to tell me

who the someone is who aimed

at the bird and brought

down Mr. Grimsby?

No, sir.

I couldn't do that.

No, I thought not.

So you're the

Squire Brown's son?

Yes, sir.

This is an important

day for you.

Yes, sir.

An important day

for the school, too.

A new boy is always important.

He may be an influence

for good or for evil.

Your father once did a very

courageous thing, Brown.

I know that you won't fail him.

Now, run along.

See that the matron has

the keys for your trunk.

Yes, sir.

Brown?

Yes, sir?

Remember, from

now on I trust you.

Never hurt me by

breaking that trust.

I promise, sir.

DR. ARNOLD: Very well.

[BREAKING GLASS]

The doctor let

you off all right?

Yes, thank you.

Tadpole's pretty

smart, isn't he?

Is he?

Of course, if Dr.

Arnold had known

it was Tadpole who did it, he

would have tanned his hide out.

Oh.

Brown, you didn't say it was

Tadpole who did it, did you?

Oh, no, of course not.

Well, that's all right.

Remember, my boy,

never tell tales.

It isn't done.

East?

Yes, my boy.

The doctor is

wonderful, isn't he?

Doctor, he's all right.

The fellas in the sixth form

think he's one of the best.

I don't take him seriously.

Is this your study?

Yes, what's wrong with it?

Oh, nothing, it's...

It's wonderful.

I'm going to let

you share it with me.

Uh, give me your key.

Oh, do you really mean it?

Yes, if you don't hang

around me all the time.

Don't forget, I can't be

seen with a new fellow much.

Oh, of course you can't.

I promise I won't bother you.

EAST: Mm, lot's of

food, all right.

Uh, strawberry or raspberry?

Strawberry.

Looks good.

It's very decent of you

to put up with me at all.

Well, that's all

right, young'un.

I'm only doing it

to please my father.

He'll be good for

a five pound note

when I tell him how

decent I've been.

f*g!

All right, East, your lot.

[LAUGHING]

Why are you so late?

Oh, you're new, aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Well, it's not your fault.

But remember, when a

six former shouts f*g,

you run as quickly as you can.

Yes, sir.

WALKER BROOKE: It's

an old Rugby custom.

You lower schoolboys

have to clean our boots,

run our errands, and do

anything else we need.

Here, East, clean these.

All right.

Is that one of the masters?

Masters?

Of course not.

That's old Brooke,

head of our house.

How wonderful.

Do you think I might

clean his boots some day?

Here, you can do them

now if you want to.

Anything to make you

happy there, old boy.

Oh, thank you.

Enjoying yourself, Flashman?

[LAUGHING]

Hello, who's this?

Uh, a new fellow.

What's his name?

Uh, Brown.

Very unusual name.

Most distinguished.

Welcome to Rugby, Mr. Brown.

[LAUGHING]

Anytime I can help

you, just let me know.

You know, that's my

food you're eating.

We're not complaining.

The cake is a bit

starchy, but it will do.

And remember, when your

family sends you more jam,

tell them to make

it black currant.

I don't like strawberry.

Oh, and by the

way, can you sing?

Not very well.

Mm, that's splendid.

Come on, kid.

Whatever did he mean?

Oh, that.

Tonight's singing in hall and we

get a double allowance of beer.

New boys have to sing

a song on their own.

Oh.

EAST: If you stop they make

you drink salt and water.

Ever drunk salt and water?

You'll hate it.

(SINGING) In Scarlet

Town, where I was born,

there was a fair maid dwelling...

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Made every youth

well rue the day,

and her name was Barbara Allen.

Oh, in the merry month of May,

when grief of fingers swelling,

young Jimmy Brow on his deathbed

lay for love of Barbara Allen.

He sent his man to the place

where... to the town where...

He stopped.

TOM BROWN: To the town

where she was dwelling,

you must come to my...

Come on, drink it up.

But I didn't stop.

Yes, you did.

Drink it up.

WALKER BROOKE: Sit

down, Flashman.

But he stopped.

I'll decide that.

Sit down!

Well done, young'un.

And now gentlemen

of the schoolhouse,

"The Poacher of Lincolnshire."

(SINGING) When I

was bound apprentice

in famous Lincolnshire,

for well I

served my master for

nigh on seven years.

Till I took up to poaching

as you shall quickly hear.

Oh, 'tis my delight

on shiny night

in the season of the year.

As me and my companions were

setting out a snare, 'twas then

we spied the

gamekeeper, for him we

did not care, for we can

wrestle and fight, my boys,

and jump from anywhere.

Oh, 'tis my delight

on a shiny night

in the season of the year.

[CHEERING]

Well, you managed to

upset Flashy, all right.

But I didn't do anything.

Flashy likes

getting his own way.

Take my advice, young'un,

and don't irritate the boys.

It doesn't pay.

Oh.

The night would

have been simpler

if you had drunk the salt water.

Where's Brown?

Ah, Mr. Brown, the

great vocalist.

Ever been tossed in a blanket?

I don't think so.

Splendid, cure

for obstinate boys.

Takes them down a peg or two.

Come on here we go, fellas.

Ashley, you take and end.

All right, Brown, in you go.

Keep your head down

for anything they have.

That's better.

Around the other way more.

- Go and keep a look out.

- All right.

I've got a grip on it.

I say, Mr. Brown,

are you coming?

Come on, here we go, fellas.

Grab the corners, fellas.

That's it.

Hurry up there.

Come on.

Think you're going to

enjoy it, Mr. Brown?

Yes.

He thinks he's

going to enjoy it.

[LAUGHING]

Now then, all together.

Once, twice, thrice.

GROUP: And away.

Still enjoying it, Mr. Brown?

Yes.

Once again.

I'll do it for him.

We're not interested in you.

All right, a real one this time.

Right.

GROUP: Away.

And away.

And away.

[LAUGHING]

FLASHMAN: Now

then, all together.

Ceiling this time.

Ceiling you fellas.

One, twice, thrice.

GROUP: And away.

The Doctor!

Get up, and keep

your mouth shut.

Don't take that.

Tom!

Come on.

I can't get up.

You'll walk on that

leg, even if it's broken.

What are you doing

out of your room?

I'm sorry, sir.

Well done, young'un.

You didn't do too badly.

Oh, thank you, East.

It's only just twisted.

It will be all

right in a minute.

See how we do things here?

Never tell tales and

never give anyone away.

Of course, I don't

care for Flashy either,

but telling tales just

isn't done, even with him.

Well, goodnight, young'un.

Goodnight, East.

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

Good evening, Brooke.

May I come in?

Oh, I didn't know

it was you, sir.

I just came to bed.

Yeah, so was I. Sit down.

I don't suppose you would

care for a cup of tea?

I'd like some very much.

Splendid.

Schoolhouse match tomorrow, hm?

Yes, sir.

Are you going to beat

the rest of the school?

We've beat them for

the last six years.

Are you going to do it again?

I hope so, sir.

Thank you.

Brooke, tell me, do

you suppose there's

any bullying going on here?

Yes, sir, there is.

I can't put my finger on it, but

I'm sure it's starting again.

Well, I suppose it's

only to be expected.

Last year the sixth form wasn't

very... it wasn't very strong.

Now you're head of

the house, Brooke.

Yes, sir.

And if I catch anybody at it...

You'll give them a good

hiding and enjoy it, huh?

Yes, sir.

I'm afraid it goes

deeper than that, Brooke.

You and I must build school

opinion against bullying,

so that no boy will stand by

while another boy's tormented.

Who makes your tea?

Tadpole, sir.

Ah, that is Martin.

He makes the best

tea in the house.

I wish Tadpole would come and

give my wife a few lessons.

Bullying is a tradition

in our school.

But we must build

a new tradition.

And that's where I rely on

you fellas of the sixth.

Your authority rules

the school, and you're

influence sets its tone.

It's you who make traditions.

And that's a great

responsibility at 19, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

But we'll stand by you, sir.

Yes, I know you will.

Well, goodnight, Brooke.

Goodnight, sir.

Don't work too

hard tonight or you

won't be much use to

your side tomorrow.

I won't.

You know, Brooke, when I have

confidence in my sixth form

there's no post in England that

I would exchange for this one.

Thank you, sir.

Goodnight, Brooke.

Goodnight, sir.

Your foot still hurt?

No, it's much better,

thank you, East.

I say, you aren't going to

be homesick or anything awful?

Oh, no, thank you, East.

Then what's the matter?

I say, Rugby's

wonderful, isn't it?

[CHEERING]

ATHLETE: Look on

his borders there.

Look out.

Come on.

I've got it!

[CHEERING]

Say, Get on him, quick!

Put it down.

[YELLING AND CHEERING]

Come on, let's go!

Now, run, sir.

Jump, sir!

[CHEERING]

Well, gentlemen, we beat 'em.

[CHEERING]

Had a lot of charges there

that would have carried

away our house, but we beat 'em!

Hurray!

And why did we beat them?

Your play.

Nonsense!

We beat them because we're

proud of the school house.

And we mean to keep it

the best house at Rugby.

Yay!

Now, I'm as proud of

this house as any one,

but it's still a long way

from what I'd like to see it.

There's a deal of bullying

going on here, and depend on it,

there's nothing breaks

up a house like bullying.

Bullies are cowards.

And one coward makes many.

Now, I know a lot of you say,

standby the good old ways,

down with the Doctor.

Well, let me give

you a word of advice.

In the first place, they

weren't the good old ways,

they were the bad old ways.

And in the second, down

with the Doctor is easier

said than done.

You will find him pretty

tight on his perch

and an old British

custom with a handle.

He doesn't meddle with

anyone worth keeping,

but look out for squalls

if you go your own way

and that way isn't the Doctor's.

And bullying isn't his way.

And it isn't my way.

And isn't the way of any

decent fellow in the house.

So let's have an end to it.

Well, and now I've

done blowing you up

and I'll give you a toast.

We've drunk with three times

three and all the honors.

The toast that binds

us all together,

and those who have

been before here,

and those will come after,

to the dear old school house,

the finest house and the

finest school in England!

To the school house!

Oh, uh, hello, Flashman.

Oh, uh, hello, East.

Do these Latin verses for me.

If I must?

And just why didn't

you come when I called?

Because you're not in the sixth

form and you've got no right

thank us.

Oh, I haven't, haven't I?

Oh.

TOM BROWN: You leave him alone.

[LAUGHING]

And why must I leave

him alone, my little man?

Because it's bullying,

that's what it is.

And Mr. Brown doesn't

approve of bullying.

No, of course, I don't.

On second thought, you

had better do the versus.

A bright boy like you!

And do them at once.

Must turn them in

before third lesson.

I'm not going to do them.

Oh, don't be an idiot.

I'm not going to.

Why not?

Because old Brooke said we

should put down bullying.

Oh, that's it.

And if we give in to them

it just encourages them

and Brooke said about the

Doctor and everything.

Well, if you want to get

skinned alive, go ahead.

East?

Hm?

Do you mind if I don't do them?

Are you serious?

Yes, I am.

Then I've got a better idea.

Give me the verses.

If you must make a

fool of yourself,

at least do it properly.

[RECITING LATIN]

Flashman!

Yes, sir.

Please come here.

Yes, sir.

This is capital,

Flashman, capital.

Thank you, sir.

In some of these lines, I

see a humility of character

I did not think you possessed.

Always try to be humble

about my work, sir.

Excellent.

You're only one year

behind the fifth.

This may alter your position.

Thank you, sir.

Uh, read the last

two lines, please.

Uh, yes, sir

[RECITING LATIN]

Translate.

I'm feeling.

Ill, sir.

Really I am.

Nothing of the sort.

Translate.

Yes, sir.

[RECITING LATIN]

These little versus I

did not compose them.

[LAUGHING]

Go on, Flashman, go on.

Do not let the vulgar products

of the crowd distract you.

Yes, sir

[RECITING LATIN]

Give me, Master...

[RECITING LATIN]

Many lashes...

[RECITING LATIN]

I implore.

It will be a pleasure to give

you the lashes you request.

Come and see me at 6:00.

I always feel

stronger after tea.

You may laugh out

loud, gentlemen.

[LAUGHING]

[WHISTLING]

Hello, Mr. Brown.

Hello.

You're a great wit aren't

you? (SHOUTING) Aren't you?

No.

That's right, you're not.

And you're going to

Old Grimey to tell him

it was just a rotten

joke, aren't you?

No.

Do you know what

we do to new fellows

who get above themselves?

No.

Is there a fire at the wall?

You bet there is.

Now Mr. Brown, are you

going to Old Grimey?

No.

Are you going to Old Grimey?

No, I'm not.

Grab him by the heels.

East!

East!

East!

East!

FLASHMAN: Shut up!

TOM BROWN: East!

FLASHMAN: You shut up.

Let me go.

Let me go.

EAST: Where's Brown?

It has nothing to do with you.

TOM BROWN: Let me go.

Let...

FLASHMAN: Now be quiet.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Let me go.

Now will you give in?

No I won't.

Hold him closer.

[SCREAMING]

I'm burning!

Agh!

Careful, Flashy, his

clothes are smoking.

Hold him closer.

[SCREAMS]

It burns!

Let me go.

Why you, little...

[SCREAMS]

Now will you

give... he's fainted.

Tom!

Tom!

Well, young'un,

feel better now?

Yes, thank you, East.

Fine.

Next time, keep

out of Flashy's way.

He's brave enough.

Just a bit green that's all.

I don't think he is so green.

Why not?

Well, he's made me feel small.

Look at us.

We've always been scared of the

bullies and given in to them.

Now a new fellow comes and

stands up to them on his own.

Yes, and look what it got him.

But he didn't give

in, that's the point.

He didn't give in.

Listen, everyone,

if Brown can stand

up to the bullies, why can't we?

Because.

We can't.

But we've got too much sense.

Don't be a fool.

Why they would

kick us to pieces.

Not if we stick together.

We're five to one.

Besides, it would

be worth it, then

we can put down bullying,

just like old Brooke said.

We could put it down forever.

I wouldn't mind risking

a kicks for that.

Nor would I.

GROUP: Nor would I.

It's a fight to

the death, then.

Fighting is the only

thing they understand

and we've got to

give it to them.

- I'm with you.

GROUP: So am I.

Any one else?

Put up your hands.

What about you?

Are you afraid?

Who said, I was afraid?

I'm with the fourth form!

Down with tyrants!

Hurray for the revolution.

[CHEERING]

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

Ow!

They're coming.

GROUP: Hee, haw.

Hee, haw.

Hee, haw.

Hee, haw.

Hee, haw.

So sorry, sir.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Dash it, the rat.

[LAUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

f*g!

[LAUGHING]

[SIGH]

Ow!

Ow!

[LAUGHING]

Ah!

[LAUGHING]

Get out of here.

Well, gentlemen We've got

them on the run and all

we have to do is

finish them off.

Easy.

But how are we going to do it?

Easy.

Don't keep saying, easy.

It is easy.

How?

Well, I'll tell you.

One of us has got

to fight Flashy,

single combat, regular rules.

That would stop him forever.

That's the right.

EAST: If we beat him it

would break his heart.

Diggs, you're a genius.

Yes, but who is going

to do the fighting.

Oh, you, of course.

Me!

But, why.

Me?

You're the biggest.

You're the only one who would

have a chance against Flashy.

Oh, I think it's a rotten idea.

Nonsense, it's wonderful.

All you have to do

is to insult him.

And then he challenges

you, regular rules,

and you knock him

into little pieces.

Did I hear someone

mention fisticuffs?

(WHISPERING) What do we do now?

(WHISPERING) Would

it be better tomorrow?

(WHISPERING) No, go on.

Flashman?

Well, my young fellow?

Nothing.

Splendid.

Hello, Diggs.

[LAUGHING]

Why didn't you do it?

Thought I might k*ll him.

We'll never beat them now.

TOM BROWN: Mr. Flashman...

Look!

You're a coward, and a bully,

and a toady and you smell.

[COMMOTION]

Why you little rat.

Come on.

Fair fight, Flashy, fair fight.

Regular rules,

unless you're afraid.

Better do it, Flashy,

and teach them a lesson.

All right, you've asked

for it, you'll get it.

[COMMOTION]

Fight, Brown and Flashy.

Fight!

Come on, fellows.

Fight, Brown and Flashy.

Fight.

Fight!

DIGGS: Now come on you

fellas, make a ring.

Here Ashley, you're timekeeper.

Oh, right.

Come on, Brown.

k*ll him.

Don't take too long about it.

I won't.

Time!

Good luck, Brown.

You'll need it.

[FIGHT COMMOTION]

Get him, Flashy.

Three to one, Brown.

Three to one, Brown.

Three to one...

Seven to two, Brown.

Seven to two, Brown.

Come on, get the

center of him, k*ll him.

I'm with you Brown.

Come on, old Brown,

Come on, I'm with you.

Come on, old Brown.

That's it, come on, Brown.

ASHLEY: No.

It's six to four, Flashman.

Come on.

Come on.

[GASPS]

Come on, get up.

Get up!

[YELLING]

Oh.

Oh, they're waving.

Hit, him, Flashy, hit him.

Time!

[CHEERING]

Splendid round.

That's it, keep it up.

Brown the b*mb.

You're taking a long time.

It's your one chance, make it

easy, and let him come to you.

Finish him off, Flashman,

he's making a fool out of you.

Time!

Steady, gentleman.

Go on, come on.

[FIGHT COMMOTION]

I'll m*rder him.

I'll m*rder him.

Let me at him.

I'll m*rder him.

Let me at him.

Let me at him.

Let him have it.

Come on, Brown.

And take...

Give it to him.

GROUP: Oh!

Two.

Two.

Three.

Don't go so fast.

Five.

Three.

Six.

[CROWD YELLING]

One.

Two.

Three.

Two.

Five.

Three.

Six.

Boo!

Belt him, come on.

Give him one for the roasting.

Flashman.

So Flashman did it.

The Doctor!

[GASPS]

Brooke.

I'm surprised to see you here.

The sixth form is expected

to stop all fights.

Yes, sir.

These boys must be punished.

Yes, sir.

Congratulations, Brooke,

the new tradition's

coming along nicely.

[CHEERING]

Tom, you were wonderful.

I didn't think so

when you first came,

but I've changed my mind now.

[CHEERING]

Look you, fellas, Diagones!

Splendid, we'll put it up.

Puts some hats on them.

All right.

[CHEERING]

Eternal friendship.

Eternal friendship.

WALKER BROOKE: Brown, the Doctor

wants to see you in his study.

DR. ARNOLD: Have either

of you anything to say?

Yes, sir.

I'm very sorry this happened,

but I didn't start it, sir.

Are you trying to

tell me that Brown did.

I'm only trying to be fair.

Did you give Brown

any provocation?

Oh, no, sir.

No tormenting or bullying.

No, sir.

Are you quite

certain, Flashman?

Absolutely.

Very well, wait outside.

Thank you, sir.

Brown, I'm not going to ask

you why you were fighting.

I'm satisfied that

you would not fight

for a cause in which

you are ashamed.

But rules must be observed.

Yes, sir.

You knew the rules

against fighting.

Are you ready to

take your punishment.

Yes, sir.

Very well.

How many did he give you?

Six of the best,

but it was worth it.

Go on you're next.

Flashman, we have both failed.

I have failed to

influence your character.

You have failed to understand

that God does not give a man

strength to persecute the weak.

He who does so is a bully.

A bully, sir.

I'm not a bully.

I've never persecuted any one.

That's enough, Flashman!

You make the mistake

of thinking I do not

know what goes on

in this school.

No, sir, I don't, sir.

You tormented one of

your school fellows

who was weaker than yourself.

Now I'm not punishing

you for that, Flashman.

There have been bullies in every

school, in every community,

in every nation.

But sooner or later humble men

will rise and throw them down.

But I am punishing you

because you lied to me.

I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't mean...

You lied, Flashman.

And lying is a poison that

will corrupt any country.

You are a bully, a

coward, and a liar.

There's no longer any

place for you at Rugby.

You're not expelling me, sir.

Oh, no, sir.

I'll do anything, but

don't expel me, sir.

Don't expel me.

My father, It will

break his heart.

I'll k*ll myself.

I swear I will.

I couldn't stand it.

Don't expel me, sir.

I'll do anything, but

please don't expel me.

I didn't mean it,

honestly I didn't.

I won't be a bully

anymore, I won't.

You've got to let me stay.

You must!

You must!

Please, let me stay, please!

I can't believe it.

Nobody ever tells a tale.

Something is wrong.

It just isn't done.

Who else could have.

Two minutes after he talked

to Dr. Arnold I'm sacked.

I can't go home.

I can't face my father.

He'll disown me.

He'll disown me.

The most enormous

spread you ever cooked.

Murphies, sausages,

tea and everything.

Shall we have a celebration?

Of course, Auntie.

All the fourth form is coming.

SALLY: But who's going to pay?

I am.

Uh, Effie, I'll heat the

oven, bring on the murphies.

Master Brown, you and your

friends can eat till ya bust!

You've got a great

champion, haven't you?

Yeah!

Shut up!

He couldn't beat

Flashy in a fair fight,

but he got his

revenge all right.

[COMMOTION]

Keep quiet, you fellows, quiet.

What are you getting at?

What would you think about

a fellow who told tales?

You know what we'd think.

But that's got nothing

to do with Brown.

Oh, yes it has.

Brown couldn't beat Flashy,

so he got even with him

by telling the Doctor

about the roasting.

That's not true.

Whatever you say.

All I know is that

your dear little.

Brown saw the Doctor first.

And when Flashy

went in the Doctor

knew all about the roasting.

I say you, fellas, Flashy's

been expelled for the roasting,

not for the fight.

Now perhaps you'll believe me.

SALLY: Here you

are, Master Brown.

Fit for a king, if

I says it myself.

Sally, you are marvellous.

And you, Effie.

Oh, thank you.

Thomas, run and tell

them it's all ready.

Yes, sir.

And don't tell them

about the sausages.

They're a surprise.

Great day for

you, Master Brown.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

Wonderful.

I can't believe he'd

do a thing like that.

But he did and that's

all there is to it.

Facts are facts.

Come on, East, you

can't stick with him now.

Flashy got what

he deserved, but he

never told tales on anyone.

Well, let him stick

with him if he wants to.

They're cold, Sally, you'll

have to put them in the oven

again.

Well, I can't keep putting

them in and taking them out.

Oh, of course, you can't.

Effie, cut off and

tell them to hurry up.

Yes, Master Brown.

Where are the others?

They aren't coming.

But why not?

Because you wouldn't

listen to good advise.

I tried to help you,

young'un, but you went

your own way and

now your in for it.

East, whatever has happened?

Remember I warned you

that we don't tell tales?

Yes.

Well, now do you know

why they aren't coming?

No.

You saw the Doctor

before Flashman.

TOM BROWN: Yes.

And when you came out he

knew all about the roasting.

It isn't true.

Flashman's sacked,

that proves it.

The others don't think I told.

What else can they think?

They can't think

that, they can't.

You don't think that,

you don't, do you, East?

You don't!

This isn't much use

to me any longer.

Oh, what a waste

of good murphies.

I don't believe...

Aw, come on, cheer

up, Master Brown.

Eat 'em yourself.

We'll help you.

Won't we, Effie?

EFFIE: Of course, Sally.

It's a funny, It's the first

time I ever tasted one of me

own murphies.

Sally?

Yes, Master Brown?

It's not that I don't

like you or nothing,

I just don't feel like it.

Effie, there's a

peck of cruel things

in this world but there is...

[KNOCKING]

Go away.

What you up to?

Nothing.

Will you put this

letter on the coach?

Thomas Brown Esquire.

Yes, Master Brown.

They wrecked his room, ma'am.

And he seems uncommon

miserable about it.

He wouldn't try to run away?

Looks that way to me.

I've seen it happen

before, ma'am.

Thank you, Thomas.

Brown, have you seen

Dr. Arnold anywhere?

I know all about that, Tom.

Let's clear it up, shall we?

Yes, ma'am.

Poor Tom.

But this sort of thing has

happened before, you know.

There was a boy before you

came, who was ragged like this.

He ran away.

That wasn't very

brave of him, was it?

No, ma'am.

It would hurt Dr.

Arnold terribly.

Mrs. Arnold?

Yes, Tom.

Is it... is it being

a coward if you give

in when everyone is against you?

Dr. Arnold had everyone against

him, but he didn't give in.

And then your father

did a very brave thing.

And that helped him.

I expect the Browns have

always been pretty brave,

haven't they?

Yes, ma'am.

Tom, dear.

Dr. Arnold and your father are

very proud of you, you know.

And if you ever did

anything cowardly, well,

like that other boy did, it

would hurt them terribly,

wouldn't it?

I expect it would.

Dr. Arnold would think

that he failed your father.

Mrs. Arnold, he

mustn't feel like that.

I couldn't let him

feel like that.

No, of course you couldn't.

Everything's all

right now, isn't it?

Yes, ma'am.

[SNIFFING]

Mrs. Arnold?

Yes, Tom?

You knew I was going

to runaway, didn't you?

Yes, I knew.

You don't mean to

tell Dr. Arnold?

No, dear, it'll

be just between us.

Thank you, ma'am.

I gave your letter to Sally,

she'll put it on the coach.

My letter?

My letter!

Has my letter gone?

Master, Brown.

Has my letter gone?

Of course, I put it on the

coach not five minutes ago.

Oh, Jiminy.

But didn't you want it to go?

Oh, of course, I

did but I don't now.

Why not?

Well, it was to my father and

there was something awful in it

about the Doctor, because I

was planning to do something,

but I've changed my mind and

I must get that letter back!

How?

Oh, go after the

coach, of course.

But how?

Oh, I don't know.

Oh, yes I do.

But that's my aunty's cart.

I'm going to borrow it.

Master Brown.

It's a matter of

life and death.

Oh, I couldn't stand

by and see you take it.

But if I was to turn my back.

Thanks, Effie.

Two people saw a Rugby

boy drive my cart like mad,

and my poor mare

what will probably

never recover her wind.

Is that all?

Yes, Sir.

Very well.

Any damage will be paid in

full, of course, Mrs. Harowell.

Thank you, Sir.

DR. ARNOLD: That is if

it was one of our boys

who stole your cart.

Thomas, see if any boy is

missing from the dormitories.

Yes.

You're going to search...

Thomas, uh, take Mrs.

Harowell with you.

[TAP]

He's locked out.

Very sad.

I suppose we had better get him.

How?

Or for that matter, why?

It's too risky.

If it were one of us

it would be different.

Young gentleman!

You're telling me, after

stealing my cart and my horse.

[ARGUING]

If I had my way,

the villain would

have his head cut off

in the tower of London.

THOMAS: Don't keep

your pot boiling over.

I'll soon find out whether it

was one of my young gentlemen

or not.

Well, where on

earth have you. Been?

There was a letter and

I had to get it back,

so I took Sally's cart.

Sally's cart?

She doesn't know it's me,

but she's been to the Doctor

and she's furious.

So, I saved your hide.

It was jolly decent of

you, after everything.

After what?

After all the awful things

you thought about me.

Well, don't think

I've changed my mind.

I'm not interested in you

or anything about you.

I never want to see you again.

And if ever tell the others I

was fool enough to help you,

I'll bash your head in.

Martin.

Harris.

Reed.

Bradley.

Douglas.

Brown.

East.

East?

He thinks it was me.

I know he does.

Well, don't be

to calm about it.

He'll tell the Doctor

and I'll get the blame.

Then all you've got to

do is go to the Doctor

and tell him it was me.

But I can't do that.

You know I can't.

I'm afraid you've

got to because I'm

not going to own up.

We'll make you.

Oh, no you won't.

You'll have to tell tale.

Then they'll all turn against

you as they have against me.

And then you'll know

what that feels like.

You little swine.

It'll do you good.

But, East, please

remember the facts.

Last night you were

out of your dormitory.

Yes, sir.

DR. ARNOLD: Last night

a cart was stolen.

Yes, sir.

Last night a Rugby boy

was seen driving that cart.

Yes, sir.

Were you that boy?

No, sir.

You stole the cart, didn't you?

Yes.

Then go to the Doctor

and tell him you did.

Let East tell him.

You know he won't.

None of us tell tales

here, except you.

Are you going to the Doctor?

No, I'm not.

You refuse to give

me an explanation.

Yes, sir.

You realize that

without an explanation

I am compelled to believe

that you are lying.

Yes, sir.

You know the

punishment for lying?

Yes, sir.

Very well.

You have courage, East.

And few liars have courage.

TOM BROWN: Oh, oh, No!

It's no good.

Better leave him alone.

TOM BROWN: No!

[CRYING]

[BELL RINGING]

He didn't tell.

Taking a cart.

That's something

that boys will do,

and a thrashing would be enough.

But a boy who let's his friend

be blamed for what he himself

has done, he's a mean,

despicable coward.

But East didn't do that.

No, Mary, it's worth than that.

I've seen Sally and

that girl of hers.

There is no possible doubt

that the boy I must expel

is Tom Brown.

[COMMOTION]

[DOOR CLOSES]

So you thought you

could make him tell?

Now you know how

we do things here.

[CRYING]

If only he'd had the

courage to own up.

Mary, I have prayed that

he might come to me.

It's not too late.

He may still come.

Not now, Mary, not now.

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

All ready, sir.

Oh, very well, Thomas.

Of all my boys,

Squire Brown's son!

He was to be the

symbol of my success.

Now he's the symbol

of my failure.

Not your failure,

one boy's failure.

My failure, Mary.

He came to Rugby

with every promise.

Rugby has made him a coward.

If I've failed with

him, what of the others?

I cannot reach any of them.

It's no use, Mary.

I can't go.

I've deceived myself.

I shall apologize to

East and expel Brown,

then I must resign.

Please, sir, it was me.

Please, sir, it was me.

I stole the cart.

I thank you, Tom.

8, 9, 10, 11, 12.

It's a record.

And serves him

jolly-well right.

You don't like Brown, do you?

No, I don't.

I hear you think he

told about Flashy?

Everyone knows he did.

Well, you young fellas

jump to conclusions.

As a matter of fact,

it was you who told.

I did?

At the fight.

Give him one for the roasting.

I heard you, and

so did the Doctor.

Well, Master Brown, did

he hurt you very much?

Yes, he did.

Funny thing was, he was so

cheerful about everything.

Brown, we seemed to

have made a mistake.

I'm awful sorry.

So am I.

EAST: Well, I'm not.

You maybe all right, but

I very much doubt it.

This is a big school,

Brown, and the less we

see of each other for the

next four years, the better.

Sorry, young'un.

But I'd probably

feel the same if you

made me go through

all that t*rture.

Nearly getting expelled

is no joke you know.

But he'll get over it in time.

I wonder.

[WHISTLING]

f*g!

Oh, here, you're new aren't you?

Yes, sir.

Well, remember, when

the sixth formers shout

f*g you come as quickly as

you can, another Rugby custom.

Yes, sir.

Here, clean these.

Very well.

Gentlemen of the school house.

When I first came

here, my father

told me to stick by the Doctor.

And let me tell you he had

a powerful lot of enemies

and it wasn't everyone

who understood him.

But I haven't got to tell

you to stick by the Doctor.

[CHEERING]

You're all with him.

The whole school's with him.

And there isn't anyone

who doesn't know that he's

the finest headmaster

in England.

[CHEERING]

And when you get to know

him, the finest friend.

He's strong and he's

wise and he's true.

And when I leave

Rugby tomorrow there's

one person I'll always remember.

Yes, and if I'm not mistaken,

the world will remember,

Arnold of Rugby.

[CHEERING]

Oh, hello, sir.

Oh, hello, Tom.

Won't you sit down?

Not in your chair.

I'll sit over here.

I hope you're

feeling better, sir.

A little tired, Tom.

End of term.

Did you finish your

packing for tomorrow?

Not quite, sir.

DR. ARNOLD: Sad at leaving, eh?

Of course, sir.

Oh, we all feel sadness

in the last night.

But you have to look forward,

Tom, Oxford next term.

You'll find Bradley at Oxford.

Remember Bradley?

And Fenton.

Ha, ha.

The number of thrashings

I gave that boy.

Here is Douglas.

He's in the Army now, in India.

And Brooke.

He was your hero, wasn't he Tom?

Yes, sir.

He would be very proud of you.

And Harris, poor old Harris.

He's doing quite well now.

And Petrie, he's in

the Foreign Office.

He'll make a fine statesman.

So many boys.

And now you're going

out into the world.

God bless you, Tom.

Oh, by the way, we just had

an attack of spring cleaning

and this turned up.

I think I can trust

you with it now.

Goodnight, Tom.

Goodnight, Sir.

Master Ashley, coach money to

Lincoln, one pound ten, sir.

Here you are, sir.

Master Tanner, coach money

to London, one pound five.

Is it true, Dr. Arnold's ill.

Don't you count on it, sir.

He'll be back here next year

beating you as hard as ever.

Goodbye, Jesse,

good holiday to you.

Goodbye, sir.

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

The last coach will be

leaving directly, sir.

Yes, Thomas.

THOMAS: Will you

be saying, goodbye,

to the young gentlemen?

Of course.

Give me my cap and gown.

No, dear, please.

You're not well enough.

I've only been saying

goodbye to the boys, Mary,

since I came to Rugby.

I do wish you wouldn't go.

The boys are happy.

I don't want them to

know that I'm ill.

There's the Doctor.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, Alexander.

Remember me to your father.

Goodbye, sir.

Well, that's the last of Rugby.

Oh, no it ain't.

You owe me six and six.

You owe me halfpence.

Goodbye, Ashley.

I hope you have a nice holiday.

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye, East.

I'm sorry you're leaving us.

So am I, sir.

We didn't agree at

first, but now we

understand each other perfectly.

Yes, sir.

Going to Cambridge?

Yes, sir.

And Brown's going to Oxford?

Yes, sir.

Still distant from Brown?

Don't you think it would be a

good idea if you two fellows

shook hands before

you left Rugby?

Goodbye, sir.

Goodbye.

Go on, me beauties.

Goodbye!

Goodbye, boys.

Don't forget old Sally.

Goodbye, boys.

Goodbye, Sally!

[LAUGHING]

Another year, sir?

Another year.

It's a funny thing, sir.

Boys come and boys go,

but we goes on forever.

[MUSIC PLAYING]