0:00:02 > 0:00:05I can send you home, in disgrace or I can send you to your battalion.
0:00:05 > 0:00:09Are you mad? If you let yourself go, you'll go further than you wish.
0:00:09 > 0:00:13Groby is at your disposal, if you want to live there with Michael.
0:00:13 > 0:00:15Have you got a sweetheart in the war, Miss?
0:00:15 > 0:00:19I'm a woman desperately trying to get her husband back.
0:00:19 > 0:00:21If Christopher would throw his handkerchief to me,
0:00:21 > 0:00:24I would follow him round the world in my shift.
0:00:24 > 0:00:28I took that woman to be a saint!
0:00:28 > 0:00:31What is one to do when a woman is unfaithful?
0:00:31 > 0:00:33Divorce the harlot
0:00:33 > 0:00:36or live with her like a man!
0:00:38 > 0:00:40Oh, my dear.
0:00:41 > 0:00:44Come back.
0:01:16 > 0:01:20So we have Captain Tietjens, whom the War Office wanted transferred
0:01:20 > 0:01:23to the command of 19th Division's horse-lines,
0:01:23 > 0:01:27going to the trenches to take over as second-in-command of the 6th Battalion, Glamorganshires,
0:01:27 > 0:01:31and we have Captain McKechnie, who detests Tietjens
0:01:31 > 0:01:35because he considers the second-in-command of the 6th Battalion to be his by right,
0:01:35 > 0:01:39going instead to take charge of 19th Division's horse-lines,
0:01:39 > 0:01:42which he sees, correctly, as a humiliation.
0:01:42 > 0:01:45And finally we have Major Perowne,
0:01:45 > 0:01:48last heard of attempting to enter the bedroom of Mrs Tietjens,
0:01:48 > 0:01:50allegedly at her invitation,
0:01:50 > 0:01:53being sent back to his battalion as a punishment.
0:01:53 > 0:01:58And all I can say is that it takes a movement order of some genius
0:01:58 > 0:02:03to send these three officers up the line sharing transport.
0:02:05 > 0:02:08EXPLOSION
0:02:08 > 0:02:12Shouldn't we get out of the train while it's stopped?
0:02:12 > 0:02:15- Why? - The Huns are aiming at the train.
0:02:15 > 0:02:17They never hit what they're aiming at.
0:02:17 > 0:02:19Think of those pretty sisters with the teashop in Poperinghe.
0:02:19 > 0:02:22- What about them?- Blown to bits.
0:02:22 > 0:02:25The Huns couldn't have been aiming at a teashop.
0:02:27 > 0:02:29Please note, the seal is unbroken.
0:02:29 > 0:02:33After the raid, I'll translate your sonnet into Latin in under three minutes.
0:02:33 > 0:02:36I suppose you believe that I have not read your sonnet?
0:02:36 > 0:02:39You don't perhaps imagine that I opened it and made a copy?
0:02:39 > 0:02:41Yes! No! I don't care!
0:02:41 > 0:02:44You can be witness. Latin hexameters in under three minutes.
0:02:44 > 0:02:48Teach him to come the sonneteer with me!
0:02:48 > 0:02:50He sells his wife to generals for promotion.
0:02:50 > 0:02:52You take that back, you swine!
0:02:52 > 0:02:56You're speaking of a lady you're not fit to...
0:02:56 > 0:03:00- EXPLOSION - Not that it's for me to defend her.
0:03:00 > 0:03:02What's this?
0:03:02 > 0:03:04- What's this?! - McKechnie, control yourself,
0:03:04 > 0:03:06or the first thing I'll do is report you to the MO,
0:03:06 > 0:03:10- and you'll find yourself in the care of the doctors!- Report me to Terence?
0:03:10 > 0:03:14Terence is my pal. We're all pals in the battalion!
0:03:14 > 0:03:16Best battalion in the line. How we worked at it!
0:03:16 > 0:03:20Now I'm banished to a horse-coper's job in Transport.
0:03:20 > 0:03:24And poor old Colonel Bill has got you as his number two.
0:03:24 > 0:03:26Poor old Bill.
0:03:27 > 0:03:29You're no soldier.
0:03:29 > 0:03:31Do you think you're an infantry man?
0:03:31 > 0:03:33You're a bolster!
0:03:33 > 0:03:35A big, baggy bolster.
0:03:35 > 0:03:37GUNFIRE
0:03:37 > 0:03:39Poor battalion.
0:03:39 > 0:03:41Poor bloody old pals.
0:03:41 > 0:03:43Oh, God! Are we going to die?
0:03:43 > 0:03:46Poor old Bill, who sweated for the battalion!
0:03:46 > 0:03:49What do you think it's like, Tietjens, when you stop one,
0:03:49 > 0:03:54when you know this is it? Death!
0:03:54 > 0:03:57Your faculties are numbed.
0:03:57 > 0:04:00You feel no pain,
0:04:00 > 0:04:02no apprehension.
0:04:04 > 0:04:06Thank you, Tietjens.
0:04:06 > 0:04:08Thank you.
0:04:08 > 0:04:12Now he's got you. Poor old Bill...
0:04:12 > 0:04:14WAGON JOLTS & TRAIN WHISTLES
0:04:14 > 0:04:17Oh, thank God. We're moving.
0:04:40 > 0:04:44I can smell bacon!
0:04:45 > 0:04:47And snowdrops?
0:04:48 > 0:04:51Happy birthday, darling!
0:05:01 > 0:05:04- Where did you find the snowdrops? - Oh, I didn't pick them, I'm afraid.
0:05:04 > 0:05:09Well, I picked them in... Shepherds Market!
0:05:09 > 0:05:13- Thank you for my Valentine card.- Me?
0:05:14 > 0:05:18And... there's a telegram for you.
0:05:23 > 0:05:26Someone's remembered your birthday.
0:05:29 > 0:05:33- It's in Latin! - It must be from Christopher.
0:05:33 > 0:05:35SHE READS QUIETLY
0:05:38 > 0:05:40"..Octobris."
0:05:42 > 0:05:44It's from Edward.
0:05:44 > 0:05:47Glasgow postmark.
0:05:47 > 0:05:51He must be on shore. That's...
0:05:51 > 0:05:54That's good, anyway.
0:05:55 > 0:05:58"Happy birthday, comrade.
0:05:58 > 0:06:01"Let live.. Octobris..."
0:06:01 > 0:06:04"Long live the October Revolution."
0:06:04 > 0:06:09I suppose he thought it might not get through, now the Bolsheviks have made peace with Germany.
0:06:09 > 0:06:12- Is my son a Bolshevik now?!- It's enough to make anyone Bolshevik,
0:06:12 > 0:06:16sending men and boys to murder each other in millions!
0:06:17 > 0:06:21I don't want a birthday if he's lying dead!
0:06:21 > 0:06:22He's not dead.
0:06:22 > 0:06:25He's in Glasgow.
0:06:25 > 0:06:28- I meant... - SHE SIGHS
0:06:35 > 0:06:37APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS
0:06:39 > 0:06:42You are surely not in love with Christopher Tietjens?
0:06:42 > 0:06:45You mustn't be. He's a married man.
0:06:45 > 0:06:50But when he comes home, he will make me his mistress.
0:06:52 > 0:06:53Or he won't.
0:06:53 > 0:06:56But you wouldn't!
0:06:56 > 0:06:58And he wouldn't!
0:06:58 > 0:07:01You've always thought he was infallible!
0:07:01 > 0:07:06He'll keep some of his principles. He won't divorce his wife.
0:07:06 > 0:07:08I don't care! I...
0:07:08 > 0:07:10I've always thought love was...
0:07:10 > 0:07:13..a kind of literature and...
0:07:14 > 0:07:19But every word Christopher Tietjens and I have ever said to each other
0:07:19 > 0:07:22was a declaration of love.
0:07:51 > 0:07:54Captain Tietjens reporting for duty.
0:07:54 > 0:07:56Notting. I'm the Adjutant.
0:07:56 > 0:07:58The CO is inspecting our trench.
0:07:58 > 0:08:01- HE SNORTS - Aubrey!
0:08:01 > 0:08:04The battalion is down to a third of its full strength.
0:08:04 > 0:08:08328 at last count, call it 75 per company.
0:08:08 > 0:08:11There's nothing for you to do except wait for the German push.
0:08:13 > 0:08:17They send over a few shells before breakfast and after lunch.
0:08:17 > 0:08:21And there's always a chance they might rush a trench for the fun of it.
0:08:21 > 0:08:25So we've got to keep a sharp look-out. The RSM will show you round while it's quiet.
0:08:35 > 0:08:38Come on, dig! Let's go!
0:08:39 > 0:08:43- Bennett, sir.- Carry on, carry on.
0:08:46 > 0:08:48Here...
0:08:49 > 0:08:51Saints preserve us all!
0:08:52 > 0:08:56Colonel Williams, sir, the Commanding Officer.
0:09:00 > 0:09:02B-But what's he doing?
0:09:02 > 0:09:06- Isn't that...- No-man's land, sir, and then the Hun.
0:09:09 > 0:09:11MAN HUMS TO SELF
0:09:21 > 0:09:24Where the hell is he?
0:09:24 > 0:09:27I can't see him, sir.
0:09:40 > 0:09:43MAN SHOUTS
0:09:49 > 0:09:52Have a care, sir, for snipers.
0:09:52 > 0:09:55They'd be shooting at the CO.
0:09:59 > 0:10:01I'm Captain Tietjens, sir.
0:10:01 > 0:10:04- Nobody at home, Regimental Sergeant Major!- Sir!
0:10:04 > 0:10:06MACHINE-GUN FIRE
0:10:20 > 0:10:23Girls, slow down.
0:10:24 > 0:10:27"The case of Mrs G is not exceptional.
0:10:27 > 0:10:31"Her husband was accustomed to pet her and have relations with her frequently,
0:10:31 > 0:10:34"but yet he never took any trouble to rouse her
0:10:34 > 0:10:36"in the necessary preliminary feeling
0:10:36 > 0:10:40"for mutual union"! GIRLS GIGGLE
0:10:40 > 0:10:42"Because she shyly asked him,
0:10:42 > 0:10:47"Mrs G's husband gave her one swift unrepeated kiss upon her bosom."
0:10:47 > 0:10:50GIRLS GIGGLE
0:10:52 > 0:10:56Come along! Didn't you hear the bell?
0:10:58 > 0:11:01Quickly, girls!
0:11:36 > 0:11:40You have to report it to the Head. There's no question about that!
0:11:40 > 0:11:44- Is it really so terrible? - Yes, it is! It's the vilest...
0:11:44 > 0:11:47Exposing young women's minds to...
0:11:47 > 0:11:51- How much of it did you read? - Quite a lot of it.
0:11:51 > 0:11:55- Read us some more, Mrs Ferguson. - Buy your own!
0:11:55 > 0:12:00Would it be too wicked if Miss Wannop told the Head she just found it somewhere,
0:12:00 > 0:12:01in the pavilion or something?
0:12:01 > 0:12:05- I've decided. I'm going to put it back.- You will not!
0:12:05 > 0:12:08Why not? It's a proper book, it's not trash.
0:12:08 > 0:12:11But it's not for children!
0:12:11 > 0:12:15I was a suffragist when I was at the age of our senior girls.
0:12:15 > 0:12:19I thought getting the vote for women was the only thing that would make me happy.
0:12:19 > 0:12:21And now we've just got the vote,
0:12:21 > 0:12:24well, some of it, some of us,
0:12:24 > 0:12:26and about time, too,
0:12:26 > 0:12:31but it's got nothing to do with happiness. I've found that much out.
0:12:31 > 0:12:34It's a book for married women.
0:12:34 > 0:12:39- No, it isn't.- Yes, it is, by George! - It's a book about married love.
0:12:39 > 0:12:41Girls want to be married.
0:12:41 > 0:12:45Some of them will be, and soon, so it's for them, too.
0:12:45 > 0:12:50And according to Dr Stopes, most of them will be unhappy out of sheer ignorance,
0:12:50 > 0:12:53or their husband's ignorance.
0:12:53 > 0:12:57- We want them to be happy, don't we? - We do.
0:12:57 > 0:13:00Put it back. I'll answer for it to the Head.
0:13:00 > 0:13:03If any of you care to sneak...
0:13:04 > 0:13:06- Good for you, Miss Wannop. - BELL RINGS
0:13:06 > 0:13:09You've just got time.
0:13:21 > 0:13:23Don't let 'em cross the wire!
0:13:23 > 0:13:25Need your fire, men!
0:13:32 > 0:13:34Aubrey!
0:13:34 > 0:13:37Get down, for God's sake!
0:13:40 > 0:13:42SCREAMING
0:13:42 > 0:13:45MOURNFUL MUSIC
0:13:56 > 0:13:59SHOUTING
0:14:02 > 0:14:05HE GASPS
0:14:11 > 0:14:16Take the Hun first. He's alive. SCREAMING
0:14:16 > 0:14:18Our man's dead.
0:14:24 > 0:14:28Damn cool, you were, sir! Damn cool!
0:14:28 > 0:14:32EXPLOSIONS & SHOUTING
0:14:33 > 0:14:36MOURNFUL MUSIC
0:14:38 > 0:14:40SCREAMING & EXPLOSIONS
0:14:50 > 0:14:53GENTLE CLANGING
0:15:01 > 0:15:04Do you think Rupert Brook was the handsomest man in England?
0:15:04 > 0:15:08HE GASPS Do you hear that?
0:15:08 > 0:15:10- The miners.- I don't.
0:15:10 > 0:15:14I think Pamela Cheyne's chauffeur was. Hm!
0:15:31 > 0:15:34WIND CHIMES JINGLE
0:15:37 > 0:15:41God bless Mummy, Daddy and Granny, and Granny and Grandpa in heaven,
0:15:41 > 0:15:45and Aunt Effie and Uncle Arthur, and Marchie and everybody.
0:15:45 > 0:15:47And God bless me.
0:15:47 > 0:15:49Hop in.
0:15:52 > 0:15:56- And stay in! Mm? - HE SIGHS
0:15:57 > 0:16:00Mummy will be up to see you.
0:16:00 > 0:16:02She says to bring him down.
0:16:02 > 0:16:04Who's "she"? The cat's mother?
0:16:04 > 0:16:06Dressing gown.
0:16:06 > 0:16:10Did you hang something from the tree, Evie, so the wood sprites don't get you?
0:16:10 > 0:16:12The wood sprites won't catch me!
0:16:12 > 0:16:16Give me bombs any day, bombs are natural.
0:16:16 > 0:16:18It has stood for 200 years.
0:16:18 > 0:16:22It will stay standing until Michael is master of Groby.
0:16:22 > 0:16:26- He can decide to cut it down or not. - You miss the point exactly!
0:16:26 > 0:16:30I want the tree gone before Michael has any say in the matter.
0:16:30 > 0:16:34He'll grow up a Tietjens - backward-looking and sentimental!
0:16:34 > 0:16:38It's paganism, hanging up their bits and bobs like savages.
0:16:38 > 0:16:42The land steward will certainly inform Mark if you order the cedar cut down.
0:16:42 > 0:16:45Let him. Brother Mark has abdicated from Groby.
0:16:45 > 0:16:50He has chosen the life of a London clubman with an actress in the Gray's Inn Road.
0:16:50 > 0:16:53And Christopher, for all I know,
0:16:53 > 0:16:56will live in sin after the war with his little games mistress.
0:16:56 > 0:17:01That's all it is. You want to make Christopher suffer. Poor boy! Between you and the Germans...!
0:17:01 > 0:17:03Anyone would think you were his mother, not mine!
0:17:03 > 0:17:05I pray even more fervently for you,
0:17:05 > 0:17:08as we are taught to do for all sinners.
0:17:08 > 0:17:13That's what I get for keeping myself chaste all these years!
0:17:13 > 0:17:17You mean since you bolted.
0:17:17 > 0:17:19Potty Perowne deserved me.
0:17:19 > 0:17:23I chose the path of charity, as Jesus would have done.
0:17:24 > 0:17:28They say he died with a smile on his face.
0:17:28 > 0:17:31Potty, I mean.
0:17:33 > 0:17:35Well, I'll spare the Groby Tree for the duration.
0:17:35 > 0:17:38But if my husband thinks he can throw me over
0:17:38 > 0:17:41for that scrub-faced ladies' champ of the regular bowel movement...
0:17:41 > 0:17:45He's the only man who perhaps wouldn't. And he'll go to heaven for it.
0:17:45 > 0:17:50You say that because you think of God as an English landowner on a colossal scale,
0:17:50 > 0:17:53who never leaves his study, so is invisible.
0:17:53 > 0:17:55Well, if Christopher's not in heaven when the war's over,
0:17:55 > 0:18:00he won't be in Gray's Inn, not with Little Miss Hockeysticks on my furniture!
0:18:00 > 0:18:04- What is it? I said I'll come up! - I'm sorry, madam.
0:18:04 > 0:18:06Come on.
0:18:19 > 0:18:20For the sake of your soul,
0:18:20 > 0:18:23will you go into retreat for a week or two?
0:18:23 > 0:18:26You need to reflect upon what to ask of God.
0:18:30 > 0:18:33I thought perhaps...
0:18:34 > 0:18:36..India.
0:18:37 > 0:18:39India?
0:18:50 > 0:18:53Commanding Officer in B Company trench, sir!
0:18:53 > 0:18:56EXPLOSIONS & SHOUTING
0:18:59 > 0:19:01Sir!
0:19:01 > 0:19:03Sir!
0:19:05 > 0:19:09Please! Sir!
0:19:09 > 0:19:11MAN SHOUTS FRANTICALLY
0:19:11 > 0:19:13EXPLOSIONS
0:19:16 > 0:19:19I'll get the Colonel Bill over to the MO.
0:19:19 > 0:19:21Report to me the first sign of gas.
0:19:21 > 0:19:26Two observers in every company, everyone else in platoon dug-outs.
0:19:26 > 0:19:30- I'm taking over temporary command. - Sir!
0:19:30 > 0:19:32Bill!
0:19:32 > 0:19:35- And Bobbie? - She married quietly abroad.
0:19:35 > 0:19:38Oh! So congratulations are due?
0:19:38 > 0:19:41- When?- September.
0:19:41 > 0:19:43But how lovely for Bobbie.
0:19:43 > 0:19:47The only person who comes well out of this is Johnny Pelham!
0:19:47 > 0:19:52I hope you know, Bobbie asked me to get Johnny out of the house when he was being miserable,
0:19:52 > 0:19:54and that's all there was to that.
0:19:54 > 0:19:57I suppose you told Christopher.
0:19:57 > 0:19:59I went to visit Christopher in France, two months ago.
0:19:59 > 0:20:02They were working him dreadfully hard,
0:20:02 > 0:20:06and in an enormous camp commanded by General Campion.
0:20:06 > 0:20:09If you've come to ask me to do something for Christopher,
0:20:09 > 0:20:13I should tell you that Bertram is simply overwhelmed at the War Cabinet.
0:20:13 > 0:20:16No! It's the General.
0:20:16 > 0:20:21He's like a war-horse in a paddock.
0:20:21 > 0:20:23He simply can't be allowed to end his career like that.
0:20:23 > 0:20:26He can and he probably will.
0:20:26 > 0:20:30That's pillow talk, mind you.
0:20:30 > 0:20:33- Sylvia. Excuse me. - No, please stay if you can, Bertram!
0:20:33 > 0:20:37Stay at your peril. Sylvia has a bit between her teeth.
0:20:37 > 0:20:40Well - if I can have a drink -
0:20:40 > 0:20:42for a few minutes.
0:20:42 > 0:20:45- I'm concerned for Edward.- Campion? - Mm.
0:20:45 > 0:20:50Why has he got a glorified quartermaster's job fitting out troops for General Perry's command?
0:20:50 > 0:20:55Because it's a vital job and Campion does it superbly.
0:20:55 > 0:21:01But General Perry's command is the only fighting command that might become free.
0:21:01 > 0:21:05He's taken to getting his friends to write to the Times about being starved of troops.
0:21:05 > 0:21:08Edward Campion should have the sort of job
0:21:08 > 0:21:13which brings a hero's welcome and a peerage at the end of it.
0:21:13 > 0:21:17And from that, who knows?
0:21:17 > 0:21:20- Perhaps India.- India?
0:21:20 > 0:21:23- Viceroy of India?- Why not?
0:21:23 > 0:21:27The General served with great distinction in India.
0:21:27 > 0:21:30Actually, that's well said.
0:21:30 > 0:21:32And I must leave you.
0:21:33 > 0:21:37- I'm so glad things are settled with Bobbie.- Thank you, my dear.
0:21:37 > 0:21:40A carpet seller's son from Turkey or somewhere -
0:21:40 > 0:21:44with the beastliest newspapers in London - as a son-in-law
0:21:44 > 0:21:47is a turn of events!
0:21:47 > 0:21:51Just the man to put the public behind General Campion!
0:21:52 > 0:21:56- How long is your leave? - It isn't leave.
0:21:56 > 0:21:59I ordered myself home to be at the War Office first thing in the morning
0:21:59 > 0:22:04to ask if anyone understands that if they don't do something, there'll be nothing behind us but sea.
0:22:04 > 0:22:07I'll probably be relieved of my command,
0:22:07 > 0:22:12but there's not much career left for a man of 60 unless he's given a fighting army.
0:22:12 > 0:22:14We'll see.
0:22:14 > 0:22:17Can you come to Groby for the weekend?
0:22:17 > 0:22:20It will be very quiet. Just Bobbie and her new husband.
0:22:20 > 0:22:23You don't know Lord Beichen, the Press lord?
0:22:23 > 0:22:27I might do that. I'd love to see Groby.
0:22:27 > 0:22:29- How is Christopher? - Don't you see him?
0:22:29 > 0:22:33Er, no. He's at the Front now.
0:22:33 > 0:22:36I had no choice, after...
0:22:36 > 0:22:39Of course you didn't.
0:22:39 > 0:22:41A chance of glory, then.
0:22:41 > 0:22:45Absolutely. A chance of glory.
0:22:45 > 0:22:47'Lucky beggar!'
0:23:15 > 0:23:18SKYLARK FLUTTERS
0:23:18 > 0:23:20HE GASPS
0:23:22 > 0:23:27- There ain't no beastly snipers, is there, sir?- A skylark. Nearly walked into my mouth.
0:23:27 > 0:23:31There's been a skylark singing on the morning of every strafe I've ever been in.
0:23:31 > 0:23:34Wonderful trust in humanity, sir.
0:23:34 > 0:23:37- Wonderful- hinstinct- in the feathered breast by the- Halmighty,
0:23:37 > 0:23:40for who was gonna hit a skylark on a battlefield?
0:23:40 > 0:23:42I don't know about the Almighty.
0:23:42 > 0:23:47It's all one to a skylark, whether it's high explosive or a plough.
0:24:02 > 0:24:0613 minutes if the barrage is punctual.
0:24:07 > 0:24:11They're a good lot of chaps, sir. The best.
0:24:11 > 0:24:14Give 'em the right sort of officers, they'll beat the world.
0:24:16 > 0:24:18They know what they are doing.
0:24:18 > 0:24:22- I don't think it matters too much who gives the order.- No, sir!
0:24:22 > 0:24:25They've been frightened these last few days.
0:24:25 > 0:24:29- They're better now. - DISCORDANT TUNE FROM CORNET
0:24:31 > 0:24:34What the devil is that row?
0:24:34 > 0:24:36O-9 Griffiths, sir.
0:24:36 > 0:24:40Cap'n McKechnie promised to hear him and recommend him to play in the Divisional Follies.
0:24:40 > 0:24:43Captain McKechnie is with us again?
0:24:48 > 0:24:52- Carry on.- Yes, sir.- Carry on!
0:24:54 > 0:25:00- Come past the next traverse. I want to speak with you. - The strafe is due in seven minutes!
0:25:01 > 0:25:04- You'll have to put a tin hat on if you're staying here. - How dare you give me orders!
0:25:04 > 0:25:09It wouldn't look well, Divisional Transport Officer dead in my lines in a parade hat!
0:25:09 > 0:25:13The Transport Officer has the right to consult the CO of a battalion he's supplying.
0:25:13 > 0:25:16I'm commanding here. You haven't consulted me.
0:25:16 > 0:25:20This is what it has come to with the old battalion!
0:25:20 > 0:25:24The bloody, bloody old battalion of pals!
0:25:26 > 0:25:29What are you going to do about Bill?
0:25:29 > 0:25:33- The MO has authority to send him on sick leave for a couple of months. - I know what you're up to.
0:25:33 > 0:25:37If you got poor Bill cashiered they'd put in another pukka colonel,
0:25:37 > 0:25:40but if you send him sick you're certain to get the command as a stop-gap!
0:25:40 > 0:25:42Captain McKechnie, you can fall out!
0:25:42 > 0:25:45Return to duty. Your own duty!
0:25:45 > 0:25:48- In a proper head-dress! - I suppose if you're in command...
0:25:48 > 0:25:51It's usual to say Sir when addressing a senior officer on parade!
0:25:51 > 0:25:55- You're attached to Divisional Headquarters. Get back there.- Sir!
0:25:55 > 0:25:58- Sir? - EXPLOSIONS
0:25:58 > 0:26:01I haven't forgotten about your sonnet, sir.
0:26:01 > 0:26:05Please note, the seal is unbroken.
0:26:08 > 0:26:13> Trouble from day one, he was. He's always been the same.
0:26:15 > 0:26:18Orderly Room says will you look through these, sir?
0:26:18 > 0:26:22- So, the Petrarchan sonnet is different from the Shakespearean sonnet, sir?- Of course.
0:26:22 > 0:26:26A final couplet after three quatrains would be an abomination in the Italian sonnet.
0:26:26 > 0:26:30Captain McKechnie, are you still here?
0:26:30 > 0:26:33I'll tell the cornet to report to you tomorrow for the entertainment.
0:26:33 > 0:26:36- His name is Griffiths. Find him for me, Corporal.- Yes, sir.
0:26:36 > 0:26:41By the way, General Campion is to take over this army the day after tomorrow.
0:26:41 > 0:26:43We got the word at Division HQ.
0:26:43 > 0:26:46So Campion is back?
0:26:47 > 0:26:50That means the French have single command.
0:26:50 > 0:26:52It means we'll get reinforcements.
0:26:52 > 0:26:55Captain McKechnie told me you wrote a sonnet in two and a half minutes, sir.
0:26:55 > 0:26:59It's just a trick. "PASSING BY" PLAYED ON CORNET
0:27:00 > 0:27:04# There was a la-dy
0:27:04 > 0:27:06# Fair and kind #
0:27:06 > 0:27:08Miss Wannop.
0:27:09 > 0:27:11Mr Tietjens!
0:27:16 > 0:27:18How is your flame in the...
0:27:18 > 0:27:21..linen shop, Lieutenant Aranjuez?
0:27:21 > 0:27:23Nanette?
0:27:23 > 0:27:26It's Minette, sir.
0:27:27 > 0:27:29If I stop one, sir, will you tell Minette that...
0:27:29 > 0:27:34Little nippers like you don't stop things.
0:27:35 > 0:27:39Besides, the wind's on our backs. They won't set off without gas.
0:27:39 > 0:27:42I remember that Hun in our trench who got shot in both eyes.
0:27:43 > 0:27:46Your girl naturally won't look at you
0:27:46 > 0:27:49if you let her down, sir, by losing your beauty.
0:27:50 > 0:27:52# I did see her
0:27:52 > 0:27:55# Passing by
0:27:55 > 0:28:00# Yet I'll love her
0:28:01 > 0:28:04# Till I die #
0:28:09 > 0:28:12Yes, well...
0:28:12 > 0:28:17Griffiths, you and your cornet are to report to Divisional HQ tomorrow night
0:28:17 > 0:28:19for the entertainment.
0:28:19 > 0:28:22- Think you can hold a tune by then? - Yes, sir!- Very good.
0:28:22 > 0:28:25RAPID EXPLOSIONS Fall out, then.
0:28:29 > 0:28:31MAN SHOUTS
0:28:31 > 0:28:33Right on time.
0:28:41 > 0:28:47I don't want to leave my battalion to a man that would knock it about while I'm on sick leave.
0:28:47 > 0:28:50I won't let discipline go to ruin, Sir, if that's what you mean.
0:28:50 > 0:28:52LOUD EXPLOSION
0:28:52 > 0:28:57- I should go and -- Notting will tell us if anything's wanted.
0:28:58 > 0:29:02I suppose I could get rid of you with a bad report.
0:29:03 > 0:29:05Or perhaps I couldn't.
0:29:05 > 0:29:08They say you're Campion's bastard.
0:29:09 > 0:29:11I'm his godson.
0:29:14 > 0:29:17I'm not going to bring a general on my back.
0:29:17 > 0:29:20- LOUD EXPLOSION - No! Stop where you are!
0:29:20 > 0:29:22This isn't the strafe.
0:29:22 > 0:29:26This is only a little extra morning hate.
0:29:27 > 0:29:30You can tell by the noise.
0:29:30 > 0:29:32- LOUD BOOM - That's four-point-twos.
0:29:32 > 0:29:36The heavies don't come so fast. They'll be turning on the Worcesters now,
0:29:36 > 0:29:39and only give us one every half-minute.
0:29:39 > 0:29:41That's their game.
0:29:41 > 0:29:45If you don't know that, what are you doing here?
0:29:47 > 0:29:49Do you hear?
0:29:49 > 0:29:52EXPLOSIONS WHISTLE IN DISTANCE
0:29:54 > 0:29:57LOUD BANG
0:30:03 > 0:30:06So, you think you can...
0:30:06 > 0:30:09..command this battalion?
0:30:09 > 0:30:12I'm not in a condition to do it myself.
0:30:14 > 0:30:17The men appear to like you.
0:30:17 > 0:30:19They're tired of me.
0:30:20 > 0:30:22Well...
0:30:25 > 0:30:28..take the Battalion with my blessing.
0:30:30 > 0:30:35- Brigade want to know if we're suffering any. - We aren't suffering any, are we?!
0:30:35 > 0:30:37No, not in particular.
0:30:37 > 0:30:40A shell in the entrance of "C" Company dug-out, one man dead.
0:30:40 > 0:30:44This officer is taking over from me.
0:30:45 > 0:30:47Oh, tell Brigade
0:30:47 > 0:30:51we're all as happy as sandboys!
0:30:52 > 0:30:56You may as well make a cheerful impression to begin with!
0:31:07 > 0:31:11- They knocked, sir, but they didn't come in! - They may oblige us tomorrow.
0:31:11 > 0:31:14You'll have to get your trench restored by morning.
0:31:14 > 0:31:17- Just make sure the men keep their heads down.- Yes, sir!
0:31:17 > 0:31:20You three, over here!
0:32:07 > 0:32:09Go and tell B Company I'll come and take a look at them.
0:32:09 > 0:32:13- Say ten minutes. Keep blind-side of that mound as you go.- Sir!
0:32:15 > 0:32:20- Would you ask A Company dug-out for the favour of a sandwich and coffee with some rum in it?- Sir.
0:32:23 > 0:32:26> Let's have a look at this, then.
0:33:03 > 0:33:06BIRDS TWEET
0:33:13 > 0:33:16MOURNFUL MUSIC
0:33:35 > 0:33:38- Sir.- Thank you, Corporal.
0:33:40 > 0:33:42Mm.
0:33:45 > 0:33:47- Did you get a bite to eat, Corporal? - Yes, sir.
0:33:47 > 0:33:50Half a tin of warm mutton and haricot beans
0:33:50 > 0:33:53- while I was cutting the sandwiches. - Oh.
0:33:54 > 0:33:57Middlesbrough?
0:33:57 > 0:34:00Nearly right, sir. Me mother is Middlesbrough.
0:34:00 > 0:34:04- I'm from Batley.- Good grief! - That's right, sir!
0:34:04 > 0:34:07I've walked to Groby of a Sunday afternoon many a time.
0:34:07 > 0:34:10Me father goes down Batley pit.
0:34:10 > 0:34:12Oh.
0:34:12 > 0:34:17I'd sometimes hear the picks at night, in my grandfather's time and my father's.
0:34:17 > 0:34:20"Chip, chip..."
0:34:20 > 0:34:25It came back to me the other night. I thought it was the Germans mining.
0:34:26 > 0:34:30Me sister had a comb hanging from the Groby tree.
0:34:30 > 0:34:34They say the old cedar will have to come down one of these days soon.
0:34:34 > 0:34:36Do they, by God?
0:34:36 > 0:34:39- I'll prop up the house if I have to! - I'll help you, sir!
0:34:39 > 0:34:41- It wouldn't be Groby...- Hm!
0:34:44 > 0:34:48I'll remember your sandwiches so long as I live.
0:34:48 > 0:34:49Thank you.
0:34:49 > 0:34:51EXPLOSION
0:34:51 > 0:34:54Those German shells seem to be coming back.
0:34:54 > 0:34:56My compliments to the RSM.
0:34:56 > 0:35:00- Will you get his fatigue party under cover as soon as they get close? - Right, sir.
0:35:06 > 0:35:10"So that no toast less noble may be drunk from it."
0:35:11 > 0:35:14Then, there must be someone you love, sir.
0:35:14 > 0:35:17Is she like Minette?
0:35:17 > 0:35:21Not exactly like her but, I'm sure, with Minette's best qualities.
0:35:21 > 0:35:24Then, you'll get her, sir!
0:35:24 > 0:35:27- You'll certainly get her!- Yes...
0:35:27 > 0:35:29Yes, I probably shall...
0:35:29 > 0:35:33That's enough time for B Company to get themselves tidied up.
0:35:33 > 0:35:38The Germans did over their trench like a dog we once had would do over a drawing room.
0:35:39 > 0:35:41Stand to!
0:35:44 > 0:35:46GUNFIRE
0:35:48 > 0:35:53- Don't leave your shovels in the way when the attack comes. - Yes, sir. Sorry, sir!
0:35:53 > 0:35:55Corporal!
0:36:14 > 0:36:16LOUD BANG ECHOES
0:36:26 > 0:36:29RAPID GUNFIRE
0:36:36 > 0:36:38HE SCREAMS
0:36:51 > 0:36:56Sergeant! Stretcher bearer! Stretcher bearer!
0:37:01 > 0:37:06You! You're disgustingly filthy. I suppose you have an explanation?
0:37:06 > 0:37:10Where the devil is the commanding officer of this battalion?
0:37:10 > 0:37:12I am in command, Sir!
0:37:12 > 0:37:17I was mad when I sent you out here! I shall send you back.
0:37:17 > 0:37:19You can fall out!
0:37:19 > 0:37:22GRIFFITHS PLAYS "PASSING BY"
0:38:07 > 0:38:10APPLAUSE
0:38:12 > 0:38:15ORCHESTRA PLAYS "OSTRICH WALK"
0:38:47 > 0:38:50Gerald!
0:38:50 > 0:38:53- Don't pretend you hadn't seen me! - Sylvia!
0:38:53 > 0:38:55No, I...
0:38:55 > 0:38:59- I've quite got over you, you know. - Well, that's love, I suppose.
0:38:59 > 0:39:03No, I mean hating you! I got over loving you years ago.
0:39:05 > 0:39:07You haven't changed at all.
0:39:08 > 0:39:10I'm here with a ghastly set.
0:39:10 > 0:39:13Would you like to take me on somewhere?
0:39:19 > 0:39:22You always were such a brute!
0:39:22 > 0:39:25Oh, don't think I'm complaining.
0:39:25 > 0:39:29If I told you how long since, you wouldn't believe me.
0:39:30 > 0:39:33I'm sure I'm safe, but...
0:39:33 > 0:39:35So, why?
0:39:36 > 0:39:41My husband may not be returning to me after the war's over.
0:39:41 > 0:39:45I don't see why I shouldn't get something out of people taking me for a whore.
0:39:46 > 0:39:49I didn't know you hated me.
0:39:49 > 0:39:53Why ever not? Funking a divorce and leaving me to hold the baby.
0:39:53 > 0:39:56SHE LAUGHS SCORNFULLY
0:39:57 > 0:40:00But Michael's growing up into a Tietjens,
0:40:00 > 0:40:03so it may have been a panic over nothing.
0:40:05 > 0:40:07How does one know?
0:40:09 > 0:40:11Tietjens turned out all right.
0:40:11 > 0:40:14He was up for a decoration
0:40:14 > 0:40:17but General Campion told him there were only a certain number of medals to go round,
0:40:17 > 0:40:23and no doubt Tietjens would prefer it to be given to someone who'd get more advantage from it!
0:40:25 > 0:40:27Good Lord, you didn't know?
0:40:27 > 0:40:30Wounded saving life under-fire, months ago.
0:40:31 > 0:40:34How typical. He never tells me anything.
0:40:36 > 0:40:40Why aren't you in France, by the way?
0:40:40 > 0:40:43Too valuable. I've been in Washington.
0:40:43 > 0:40:47American troops are coming over in force now, which means the war is over.
0:40:47 > 0:40:49Really over?
0:40:49 > 0:40:51By Guy Fawkes day, I'd say.
0:40:52 > 0:40:56Really? So, Christopher will be coming home.
0:40:58 > 0:41:00Will you come back to bed?
0:41:02 > 0:41:04No!
0:41:04 > 0:41:07- I can't go through all- that- again.
0:41:13 > 0:41:15Penny for the guy!
0:41:15 > 0:41:16Penny for the guy?
0:41:17 > 0:41:21Penny for the guy? Thank you.
0:42:29 > 0:42:31WHEELS CLANG LOUDLY
0:43:16 > 0:43:20I saw your note too late.
0:43:21 > 0:43:24But you came in time!
0:43:24 > 0:43:29The doctor's can't be sure how long I have left.
0:43:29 > 0:43:31Hold my hand, darling.
0:43:31 > 0:43:34Your note about the tree.
0:43:36 > 0:43:40Oh! The tree...
0:43:42 > 0:43:44Well, I tried to warn you.
0:43:44 > 0:43:47Where were you all this time?
0:43:47 > 0:43:51Your brother fixed your release from the army weeks ago.
0:43:52 > 0:43:56You should've been here to take charge of the estate!
0:43:56 > 0:43:58And if you won't,
0:43:58 > 0:44:01needs must...
0:44:01 > 0:44:02and...
0:44:03 > 0:44:07..let the chips fall where they may!
0:44:11 > 0:44:14Couldn't you tear yourself away from your mistress?
0:44:14 > 0:44:17I was in hospital.
0:44:19 > 0:44:22Goodbye, Sylvia.
0:44:27 > 0:44:30MOURNFUL MUSIC
0:45:18 > 0:45:21CHEERING
0:46:06 > 0:46:09Safe!
0:46:09 > 0:46:11Safe forever!
0:46:11 > 0:46:13Oh!
0:46:13 > 0:46:17No more torpedoes!
0:46:17 > 0:46:19Guggums!
0:46:19 > 0:46:21When I think of the millions that died,
0:46:21 > 0:46:24and that imbecile Tietjens strolling home without a scratch!
0:46:24 > 0:46:27- Guggums!- I was absolutely counting on the Germans!- Guggums!
0:46:27 > 0:46:30Suppose he calls in his loans? It would be our ruination!
0:46:30 > 0:46:35- Tietjens, impossible as it may be for you to understand - - Then, don't try to make me!
0:46:35 > 0:46:37You sponged off him for thousands, and now he's got you by...
0:46:37 > 0:46:41- ..by what you singularly lack. - SHE SIGHS
0:46:41 > 0:46:45Since the wife has chosen to reject the hand of friendship I extended to that harlot,
0:46:45 > 0:46:51it's time to bring the mistress back into the fold.
0:46:54 > 0:46:57- PHONE RINGS - Oh! Edward!
0:46:58 > 0:47:01Is that you, Valentine?
0:47:01 > 0:47:03It's Lady Macmaster here.
0:47:06 > 0:47:08Edith.
0:47:10 > 0:47:13Edith said he has no furniture.
0:47:13 > 0:47:16He appeared to be a bit mad.
0:47:16 > 0:47:18He's alone.
0:47:18 > 0:47:22- He asked about me. - But he didn't ask for you.
0:47:24 > 0:47:26Darling,
0:47:26 > 0:47:31Christopher wouldn't ruin you amongst your own people,
0:47:31 > 0:47:34not if you begged to be ruined, Valentine!
0:47:34 > 0:47:39I'd ruin myself gladly to make him happy for an hour.
0:47:39 > 0:47:42I've waited and waited.
0:47:42 > 0:47:45I cannot, I will not,
0:47:45 > 0:47:49renounce the schooling of my whole life!
0:47:49 > 0:47:51But this is mine.
0:48:03 > 0:48:05Miss Wannop.
0:48:05 > 0:48:09- Did you send for me?- No.
0:48:09 > 0:48:11But I am glad you came.
0:48:13 > 0:48:15I heard you were ill.
0:48:15 > 0:48:19I'm not too bad, all things considered.
0:48:23 > 0:48:26- What is that?- I'm taking it to Mark.
0:48:28 > 0:48:31You can come with me.
0:48:47 > 0:48:49How dare you bring Miss Wannop here?
0:48:49 > 0:48:53- Are you and Sylvia divorcing?- No.
0:48:53 > 0:48:56What the hell is that?
0:48:56 > 0:48:59Sylvia had the tree felled.
0:49:00 > 0:49:02I know.
0:49:02 > 0:49:06She asked me. I don't give a damn about the tree!
0:49:11 > 0:49:14Now perhaps God will change sides.
0:49:19 > 0:49:21I will not divorce the mother of my child,
0:49:21 > 0:49:24and Sylvia will not divorce me.
0:49:24 > 0:49:26I don't care!
0:49:32 > 0:49:35I have to bathe and change into my uniform.
0:49:35 > 0:49:38If my friends arrive,
0:49:38 > 0:49:41you might entertain them.
0:49:53 > 0:49:55Darling!
0:49:56 > 0:49:59I'm awfully sorry.
0:49:59 > 0:50:03Rotten timing for you... both.
0:50:03 > 0:50:07I came to tell you that they're going to operate on me tomorrow for a cancer.
0:50:07 > 0:50:12Liar! You haven't got a cancer! You're lying!
0:50:12 > 0:50:14Well, really!
0:50:14 > 0:50:17This is what you do, isn't it?
0:50:18 > 0:50:20What can you mean?
0:50:24 > 0:50:26Do you know what she means?
0:50:28 > 0:50:31Miss Wannop means...
0:50:31 > 0:50:35..pulling the strings of the shower-bath.
0:50:51 > 0:50:55Oh, Christopher!
0:50:58 > 0:51:00Christopher...
0:51:02 > 0:51:04..you can't mean it.
0:51:06 > 0:51:07Look at her!
0:51:09 > 0:51:13Is she a Girl Guide or something?
0:51:13 > 0:51:16HE SIGHS
0:51:30 > 0:51:33Perhaps you do mean it.
0:51:35 > 0:51:37Well...
0:51:40 > 0:51:43..I wish you both nothing but happiness.
0:51:55 > 0:51:59Please remember me to your charming mother.
0:52:38 > 0:52:40LOUD KNOCK AT DOOR
0:52:45 > 0:52:48I must see that fellow Tietjens! It's an urgent matter about a sonnet.
0:52:48 > 0:52:51Oh, but it's not necessary to shout.
0:52:51 > 0:52:53Please, come in.
0:52:53 > 0:52:55I'm Captain McKechnie,
0:52:55 > 0:52:59formerly second-in-command of the 6th Glamorganshires. The pals!
0:52:59 > 0:53:01- KNOCK AT DOOR - Excuse me.
0:53:05 > 0:53:09- Good evening!- Hello.- It's my CO!
0:53:09 > 0:53:14- Good old Colonel Bill, you brought the hooch!- McKechnie! I thought I'd got rid of you!
0:53:14 > 0:53:16Oh. Hello.
0:53:23 > 0:53:26BIRDS TWEET
0:53:44 > 0:53:47- The Pals!- Good old McKechnie!
0:53:48 > 0:53:51You're the Captain's dear friend. He saved my life.
0:53:51 > 0:53:54> Glad to have you back with us.
0:53:54 > 0:53:57Wasn't it splendid of Minette to marry me like this?
0:53:57 > 0:54:00- We shall all be such friends.- Hello!
0:54:00 > 0:54:05- Our only VC.- It's the music man! Get yourself over here!
0:54:05 > 0:54:07LAUGHTER
0:54:07 > 0:54:11They say you're receiving for Tietjens.
0:54:11 > 0:54:13He seems to have been sold up!
0:54:13 > 0:54:15He's a good, fat old beggar, old Tietjens!
0:54:15 > 0:54:18A good officer, one of the best.
0:54:18 > 0:54:21- MEN: Here he is!- Good old Tietjens!
0:54:21 > 0:54:25OVERLAPPING CHEERING
0:54:25 > 0:54:28Good old Tietjens!
0:54:28 > 0:54:31Miss Wannop looking after you?
0:54:31 > 0:54:34Bit chilly in here.
0:54:34 > 0:54:36Want a fire?
0:54:37 > 0:54:39OFFICERS SING # Mademoiselle from Armentieres
0:54:39 > 0:54:40# Parlez-vous
0:54:40 > 0:54:44# Mademoiselle from Armentieres How d'you do?
0:54:44 > 0:54:48# Mademoiselle from Armentieres What a surprise to find you here
0:54:48 > 0:54:53# Tell me what to do with You-ou-ou...
0:54:53 > 0:54:58Latin hexameters in under three minutes. Whenever your ready!
0:54:58 > 0:55:03# Mademoiselle from Armentieres What a surprise to find you here
0:55:03 > 0:55:07- # Tell me what to do with you-ou-ou! - Come on, lads!
0:55:07 > 0:55:11# Mademoiselle from Armentieres Parlez-vous
0:55:11 > 0:55:14# Mademoiselle from Armentieres How d'you do?
0:55:14 > 0:55:17SINGING OVERLAPPED BY GENTLE MUSIC
0:55:56 > 0:56:01# Mademoiselle from Armentieres What a surprise to find you here
0:56:02 > 0:56:05If I divorce Christopher, will you marry me?
0:56:08 > 0:56:09Battalion!
0:56:09 > 0:56:11Slow arms!
0:56:22 > 0:56:26There will be no more parades!
0:56:26 > 0:56:30- Battalion!- Dismiss!
0:56:34 > 0:56:36MEN APPLAUD
0:56:37 > 0:56:41# Mademoiselle from Armentieres How d'you do?
0:56:41 > 0:56:42# Mademoiselle from Armentieres
0:56:42 > 0:56:45# What a surprise To find you here... #
0:56:45 > 0:56:47GENTLE MUSIC
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