All language subtitles for A.J. Wentworth B.A Ep. 16 - A Day in the Life of .. (1080p) starring Arthur Lowe, Harry Andrews

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

O'er the land of the brave?

No!

No running in the corridors, boy.

I made some.

You weren't glad you wouldn't need to grab, would you?

No running in the corridors, boy.

I made some.

You weren't glad you wouldn't need to grab, would you?

No running in the corridors, boy.

Sorry, sir.

No, get me.

Actually, hey, this is Book's Open, it's been trained a bell.

What an earth you all clustered on my desk, I've been for.

I can assure you there's nothing really important happening there.

Good morning.

At must, I...

I'm so sorry, I was thinking it was Monday.

It is Monday, Mr. Wentworth.

Ah, then that explains it.

If I might just explain.

You always can.

Thank you, sir.

You see, as Miss Coomes is taking her Monday music boys in the library,

where you normally take the...

The upper fourth.

Thank you.

Be quiet.

Have a good one.

Yes, sir.

Well, you normally take the upper fourth.

The music room is being used for PT on Weddays.

I should remember, of course, that I was taking three A and four.

No, no, it's not right.

I should have been taking three A and six.

You take the upper fourth and four.

I should have remembered that.

Thank you.

Not for a moment, sir.

No, no, no.

I wouldn't suggest you that you were the fault is entirely mine.

That's what I was experiencing.

Quite clear. Thank you.

Thank you, headmaster.

Thank you very much indeed.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

You're done with the work.

This is the BBC Home Service.

Here is the news, and this is Jeffrey when you got reading it.

Last night, our bombers attacked targets in Germany and German occupied territory.

The meat ration is to be reduced.

Hello, Ajay.

I thought you were having fun with three A this period.

You're on the force.

Love this period.

What period do you have fun with three A?

This period.

Incefalo's the fun, as you call it.

It's in the cold with sound teaching.

Oh, yeah.

We are here at the routine.

We're going to the room four.

I went to PT being taken in the music room if wet.

You're not sitting on the model.

I thought you did that.

Sat on three A.

May speak your name with all.

Ever since you threw that hole in night at Death Ridge and made his nose bleed.

Oh, yes, but there was satisfactory explained at the time.

By the way, I've just found the headmaster in my classroom,

but the boy is all clustered up.

What do you want to do?

Throw him out, did you?

All clustered up on the desk.

No, no, no, of course I didn't.

I mean, the headmaster is right to do his excuses.

Not that it's a peck as I approve of course.

It's calling all the boys up around the desk.

I don't see my books in a way, have you?

They get too keen, you know.

Just as the places.

You know that the three A actually tipped my desk off his desk on one occasion?

Well, they are very keen in three A.

Oh, yes, hey.

There's something that I've a lot of spilt ink.

And that unfortunate, excellent method of nose.

He's rolling since this place is gone.

I'm not wrong.

Hook again.

I haven't seen my exercise books, have you?

They blew.

Yes, blew them.

Pretty doggy, eh?

Well, it is rather late in the term.

About 20 of them.

18 to be exact.

In alphabetical order?

Of course, in alphabetical order.

And I've seen them.

You have where?

They were on the table.

I thought they were finished with, so I burnt them.

You burnt them?

They put it well later, after all.

I do a thing like that.

Oh, I wouldn't be a partial.

How on earth did they get in there?

It's certainly the last place I had looked.

No, I'm late.

You're sitting there in any term for your prank, Gilbert.

You put them in there, didn't you?

I think you're currently Italian-disgrated in Greece.

Some of them, according to a writer's message from Cairo, are being taken on board with his ships, make the problems leading in transport to his history.

Meanwhile, Italian propaganda, as well as the Italian armed forces, are very much on the offensive.

Rome broadcasts and newspapers are doing their best to make out that the Italians are still confident and not afraid of the bewilder.

An attempt to lay a prehension about the future can be seen in a statement, even if the rich invade Libyan soil.

The Italians have no important base to lose them.

Pretends friends and allies see the situation very differently.

Thank you very much.

Have a look at those.

I've been looking for those.

I've been looking for those.

I've been looking for those.

They were then the initials SPQR, anybody?

Yes, Robert?

Uh, society for the prevention of...

Room 6.

Not room 4.

Not 4-6.

Not as popular as Crete-Bromannus.

The people and sinids of Rome.

Yeah, who's that?

I can't see who that is, Briggs.

Yes, sir.

Very well then.

Now we will continue.

Oh!

Oh!

Yeah, we'll get you out of here.

We'll get you out of here.

That's enough.

Oh, it's nice.

We'll get it from you.

Oh!

Good morning, sir.

Yeah.

What boy are you, boy?

Big sir.

Couldn't you give me a pass?

Didn't you, sir?

Thank you.

What did you say?

Nothing, sir.

Be very careful, Briggs.

I have a noble from...

Thank you.

What form are you?

Upper fourth, sir.

But why aren't you in it?

Thank you.

Had master sent me out, sir?

No doubt of the very good reason.

So, sir, you wanted to see him, sir.

And it was you, sir.

Oh, no, it wasn't.

Here, take these books.

I don't want to see that, master.

If there is a rotten nut to out of breath, isn't he, sir?

And...

Take the books.

Thank you, sir.

Be very good.

Tell me that, boy.

Not to leave this basket in the middle of the floor.

Go away, Briggs.

Yes, sir.

Oh, thank you.

Go, boy, go.

Very well, sir.

And I'll top ahead, master.

You don't want to see him.

Briggs!

How set your names.

Three a.m.

Come on, monsters.

Take a hand.

Work anything right.

We'll gole an amen.

All of us have a perfect –

No, not fun.

Let's go!

All in, boys.

Fight!

All right, boys.

What are you coming out of this room?

I'm waiting for me later,

come on, results.

Let's wait.

And balmrlRod,

now, do it, pizza.

And in this room,

every heart,

PrompterWhoosErx,

Oh, no, sir. Not just for thou.

You're not just for thou.

You're not just for thou.

Where? Would everyone like 50 lines?

Please, sir. You only gave Mason 50,

and he was singing the Mike and Air.

He's got circles on his eyes, sir.

That's because I sang it jolly well.

Take another 50, Mason.

Go and send him the corner.

Now, I'm in no mood to take it in on since this morning.

We're here to work, and the sooner you realise that the better.

Work together, and we shall finish our status together.

No work, and we shall all be staying in this afternoon. Right?

Let the class see your face, Mason.

Yes, sir.

May two must learn to suffer.

No.

Now, today, we're going to study the theorem of Pythagoras,

the Greek philosopher and mathematician.

Oh, come now, Saint Paulus.

Now, Saint Paulus.

I'm going to cry about it.

I think it has never hurt anybody.

He's Greek, sir.

Well, now, kids, remember something that I told you

in a second video.

He meets some losses in Greek, sir.

It makes him home sick hearing about other Greeks.

Thank you, how good.

I realise that Saint Paulus is far from his place of birth.

Where tears are perhaps more usual than we are accustomed to here.

But Pythagoras is no crying matter.

No laughing matter, either.

Take another fifty lines, how good.

I must understand, Douglas, that I cannot have crying boys in my class.

Here to learn to cry, if you work hard and pay attention,

I'd not despair if you knew to teach you something.

If you're going to bursuit tears, the mere mention of another Greek,

then I cannot have crying.

I mean, supposing, supposing Etheridge or Anderson were to bursuit tears,

the mere mention of some well-known Englishman like...

Mr Chamberlain.

Dolly Coon, just a cookie.

George Roving.

All right, all right, sir.

Salant.

Please, sir.

Yes.

Sir, what about yours and how is it?

My father says so.

I said it was enough.

Oh, Stafford, Chris.

My father says he's just so...

He's just so...

Enough, Anderson.

I'm not...

I'm wanting.

Yes, sir.

Everyone, not wanting fifty lines.

Like yours say, I'm not wanting.

Good gracious.

Is that all, boy?

Everyone not getting, if that's all you're worrying about.

Yes, sir.

Dolly, Mason and Hopgood getting.

And Etheridge, has it?

Just for that.

Oh, sir, I'm...

Now, once and for all, several of us.

I cannot teach a crying boy.

You might just as well go back to your own country.

You can't, sir.

You know, they chase us far out of Greece in a revolution or something.

Mason.

They remember the black beard chasing for three miles and he had to escape in a small boat in disguise.

That will do, Mason.

And his grandmother got hit on the knee with a brick, didn't she?

I said that will do, Mason.

Mason.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

Hey, yeah, can I borrow a dictionary?

Oh, you're busy.

Never mind.

Hey!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

No!

Don't listen, my glorious...

A right angle triangle, A, B, C.

Go through that.

Now, I'm not a martinette.

Would you say I was a martinette, Mason?

I don't know, sir.

I don't understand you.

I don't know what a martinette is.

You soon would if I was.

Wuh.

I warned you, trench.

It's a little martin.

Like martin to sloppy brother.

In Mr. Gilbert's house.

How smart in.

Thank you, Anderson.

Take 50 lines.

I must try not to be funny.

Some people can't help being funny, sir.

Then they'd better try.

I'm not a martinette, but I will not tolerate doubts being thrown.

Now, the boy responsible will find that another offense will carry it in position.

One sort of imposition, sir.

A predictive one I can assure you.

The boy will throw the doubt as only to throw another one.

To find out.

Now, A, B, C.

Stand out, the boy will do that.

But he will.

The hill set will come back after school and do extra work.

Stop groaning.

Not here to groan.

It'll work.

Right.

Open your box of page 12.

Now we're going to prove that the-

Not page 12, sir.

My page 12 is quadrant.

Rubbish, trench.

Page 12 by Pategris.

X plus Y over 7 equals 19.

It's algebra, sir.

Thank you, trench.

I think I know algebra when I hear it.

He meets his algebra this afternoon, sir.

Not geometry.

Yes, it's algebra.

It's algebra.

How do we learn?

Any geometry this morning?

It would indeed have been algebra.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

If we learn geometry this morning, it would indeed have been algebra this afternoon.

As we did not, it will be geometry this afternoon until quite late in the afternoon.

No groaning.

So put away your whole night and get out your whole in seasons.

Quietly.

It's better.

Page 12.

Now we're going to prove that the square on the bottom of the wall is a little bit different.

That the square on the hypotenuse of a right-angle triangle is equal to the sum of the squares on the other two sides.

Is that a likely thing to happen?

What do you mean, Mason?

I mean, it's a right-angle triangle likely to have a square on its hypotenuse.

I don't quite follow you, Mason.

If I draw a square on the line AC opposite the right-angle,

it has got a square on its hypotenuse.

The question of whether it is likely to have one or not is not a right.

Not on the border, no, but I mean in real life.

No, I have heard them draw a square on the line AC and CB.

I mean, real life triangles don't have squares on their hypotenuses.

They were not point-improving their equal to whatever they're equal to, would it, sir?

You mean, but there you go.

You'll keep out of this, Ethege.

I see what he means, sir.

I mean, it'd be a pretty good fluke for triangle, had squares on all three sides at once, wouldn't they, sir?

Wouldn't it?

No, it would not. There's no question of fluke about it.

There the thing is.

On the board, sir, yes, but I mean in real life.

Geometry is not real life, Mason.

The point is, do you accept the fact that there is a right-angle triangle with squares on each of its sides?

I suppose so, sir.

Geometry is not supposing, Mason.

No, sir, but it looks more like three squares joined together now with a space in the middle.

Ha ha ha ha!

Very well.

Let's put it this way.

Three squares have their corners joined in such a fashion that the space between forms a right-angle triangle.

The larger square is equal to the sum of the two smaller squares, the led do for it.

Okay.

Any computer in the hypotenuse system, please.

Sir, I think Zappar loves his crime, please.

Thank you, kids. I'm up, dear.

What did he do this time, sir?

Sir, he doesn't like high-potencies.

He wants to do algebra. Don't you, Zappie.

He's lost his pen, sir.

Well, where is the boy's pen?

He's in the toolhouse of my gardeners, aren't he?

Take 50 lines, Mason.

That's 100 of you and all of you.

No, sir. I've done this morning's 50.

So do you think I was drawing quick?

Well done, Mason.

It's quiet!

W...

Take those away. I don't want them now.

You asked for them, sir.

Not in the middle of Pythagoras.

And you got to read them, sir.

No, I'm not.

Just a minute, Mason.

These are not my lines.

These look like two pages torn bodily out of your history exercise book.

How do you explain them?

Sir, there are protests, sir, for lines being a rotten sort of input, sir.

Here, here.

Lond them, Moth and Sir.

Good old Mason.

Yes!

Pass!

Sit down, Mason.

You and I will have a little talk about this after school.

The rest of you open your books at page 12.

And you will copy out the construction and proof of the theorem of Pythagoras.

Any boy who hasn't finished when the bell goes, will finish in his own time,

and show the work to me in the morning break tomorrow.

I'm thoroughly fit up with the behaviour of the whole set.

Now you can get on with the work in silence.

In silence, I said, samples.

The very next person to speak in this room will come to my room tonight.

The very next person.

Could I leave the three A-musecces?

No!

No!

No!

No!

All right, all right.

Settle down.

Miss Combs.

Miss Combs.

Okay.

Hello. Have a good day.

Thank you. Quite good.

Lots of lions.

Have you seen anything with Miss Coombs?

I wanted to have a word with her in private.

I saw her sometime ago going into the squid's room.

Oh, my big old pardon. They had master.

Why do you want to see her?

That is a matter of being with Coombs and my son.

Oh, is it indeed?

No, I always thought you were a dark horse, AJ.

Where did the band screw up?

No, come, Rawness. You can do better than that.

How did you look?

About the same as usual, maybe a bit pinker.

Oh, now, by the way, you ought to have a look at this article about the Hitler Youth.

It's got some very good tips on orderly behaviour and respect for authority.

You know, it might even help you with 3A putting them in those little brown shirts.

My authority is adequately respected, I fancy.

And I respect authority, my turn.

Not, for example, by calling it silly about your name as like squid.

Well, you're not been calling your name, AJ.

Oh, that's another matter.

No, he's just suggesting we should all cringe to the headmaster more.

Now, is this chance then? He wants to see you, AJ.

That's not very original.

All right, if you don't believe me, ask Ms Coombs.

What?

You mean who?

Who?

What's the zimi?

When?

About an hour ago, she said.

I passed his room and she was coming out.

She looked pink.

She said she didn't want to see you.

Oh, bad luck, AJ.

But the squid did.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

I hope you're not making this up.

Would I do a thing like that?

I would rather that question.

Remain to rhetorical one.

Well, listen.

Explain rhetorical to him, will you?

Yes, come in.

Ah, Wentworth.

Headmaster, if I might just explain the affair with Ms Coombs,

it was just an unhappy coincidence.

You see, the boys had been...

All in good time, Wentworth.

Sit down.

Thank you, Headmaster, would I prefer to stand?

You see, I had just warned the boys that if they...

I know nothing of your affair with Ms Coombs, Wentworth.

This is new to me.

It's not fair with Ms Coombs, Headmaster.

I mean, not in that sense of the word, or in any other sense.

You see, she just brought him the music list, and it's so happened that the boys...

Yes, she brought him in here, and kindly said she would give you my message.

Oh, was that all?

Forget Ms Coombs, Wentworth.

Oh, that's all very well, Ms. Wentworth.

I, and forget, Wentworth.

Now, we come to a more important matter.

Hey, Mr.?

I understand that you were seen sitting in a basket in the boot room this morning at a time

when you should have been supervising the work of your mathematical set.

Oh, no, I can explain that.

No explanation is necessary.

I do not make it my business, as you know, to pry into the affairs of my masters.

I trust you all, implicitly.

It's the bootboy.

Yes, yes.

But I must make it clear that I cannot allow any master to fricil away in the bootroom or anywhere.

There's time which should be devoted to the teaching of my boys.

That is what we are here for, to teach.

Hey, Master, I have persistently told the bootboy that he must not leave his basket in the middle of the bootroom floor.

It could be fallen over, as indeed happened.

And moreover, I have known some of the smaller boys, high down, right, to avoid the Sunday...

Afternoon walk.

No, really?

Yes, indeed.

However, I realize that that is neither here nor there.

I'm very sorry for what has occurred, headmaster.

And I'm prepared, if you so wish, to give an undertaking never to enter the bootroom again.

I do not wish it.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you have sufficient self-control to make certain undertaking unnecessary.

I have no objection whatsoever to your going into the bootroom, whenever the urge takes you, went with.

How kind.

Provided that neither the work of the boys, nor the dignity of your position, is endangered by your presence there.

The school must come first, Wentworth.

The school must come first.

Oh, yes, indeed, headmaster.

As you know from past experience, I have only the school's best interests at heart.

The end goes, no, the summer, glorious.

No, the summer, glorious.

No, the summer, glorious.

No, the summer, glorious.