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Amberson, Amberson.

Amberson, Amberson!

Amberson, Amberson!

A breathless moment as he clears the last man

with some truly dazzling footwork.

The rule book lies in tatters.

This boy has the grace of a jungle cat.

A maverick.

A dark horse.

His mane blindingly bright in the stream today.

This phoenix, risen from the ashes

of an academic scholarship,

is about to carve his name

into the history books of Caldermount.

In your dreams, charity case.

Sit down, freak.

Jeffries.

Audley. - Yes!

Robinson.

Birtles.

Banham.

Aitken.

Dale Harris.

Aitken.

- Vickers] Howard.

Huxley.

Dear Father.

Haven't heard from you in a while.

So, just a quick update from the front.

Montegue.

Bingham.

Bratby.

This week I tried out for Streamers.

Boothe.

Johnson.

- Hm.

It went well, actually.

Vickers, the head boy, and Winchester, are captains.

- Gunderson.

Everyone wants to be on Winchester's team.

- Hello, you, Noodle.

- It's Amberson, actually.

And don't worry, it's only been four years.

Fortunately Winch is a close personal friend of mine.

- Streamers, gentlemen.

The tourney of kings.

Why do you want to play for the Founders XI?

Greatness, sir!

- You sound like a pack of desk wallahs.

Is that what you want to become?

Some pen-pushing wet dream in a suburban semi?

Like Amberson's dad.

Why do you want to play for the Founders XI?

Greatness, sir!

- Let the trials begin!

- Audley! - Here we go.

- Theirs is not to reason why.

Ys] Theirs is but to do and die.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

- All right, come on! - Let's go!

Did I tell you about Streamers?

It's only played at Caldermount

and has been for 300 years.

Strange it hasn't caught on because it's so much fun.

- Little Gidding.

A real intellectual game,

actually, a real battle of the wits.

It's like playing chess.

- And away, German bite.

Baby's coming.

There's the boy.

Winchester's the best by a country mile.

He's got about 30 relatives up

in the captain's honors board,

so he was literally born to play this game.

Obviously, the Amberson's aren't up on the honors board.

Yet.

I may need a mouth guard.

- Jackhammer, good.

To score, you have to climb up onto a wall

and hit a tree stump with the Streamers ball

which, being square, is technically not a ball.

Because, you know.

Now, I get it, Caldermount's not about thinking,

it's about the boast.

It's about earning your place in the history books.

- Boast possible.

And today I did just that.

- Boast in flight.

Boast.

- Touch it down!

Touch it down to the goal!

Touch it down!

Touch it down!

- Boast dead.

You may think you were being, quote, unquote subversive.

- I was drowning, sir.

- Oh, but what better way

to destroy a grand old tradition with your death.

I should take you straight to the Headman.

- Please, don't, sir.

- Now, I understand, Amberson.

You're a minnow in this magnificent pond

and Caldermount is sink or swim.

- Minnows can swim, sir.

- Well, let's say you're a crippled minnow.

What do you do?

Allow yourself to drown,

or hold up your wee gammy fin to a kindly salmon.

- I'm sorry, you're the salmon?

- Note my manly frankness, Amberson.

My dignified carriage and my doughty upper lip.

Model yourself on me and you won't go wrong.

- Yes, sir.

- Half rations, bucket run, play up,

play up and play the game.

You'll thank me for this.

- Yes, sir.

- And smile, Amberson.

These are the best days of your life.

♪ What will be, will be ♪

♪ And so is again ♪

Lovely shot.

Birdie.

Fill her up.

Back by seven.

Pleb!

Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

- Drat.

- I'm sorry.

Is there someone I can call?

Someone at the hospital?

- You're French.

- How do I contact your carer?

- Oh no, no, I'm not ill.

- No?

You look like you wet yourself.

Are you dangerous.

- No, I'm a public schoolboy.

Amberson.

- I'm helping you up.

- Oh.

Cool.

How can I come to your aid.

- You could carry that.

- Roger that.

And then, un, deux, trois.

Oh, oh, oh, la, la.

What you keep in this thing?

Oh.

You must really love this book.

- My father wrote it.

- 250 years ago, Sir Thomas Calder.

The founder!

- Built his school on a few simple principles.

Sir Thomas-- - The founder!

- Believed in team spirit, loyalty, discretion,

knowing when to dominate and knowing when to submit.

You must remake the world in the Caldermount image.

The founder!

- Dunkirk, Agincourt, The Opium Wars.

The Swan of Avon, India, trains,

internal combustion, Caldermount.

- Viva Caldermount.

The founder!

Er's Day, it's pretty bloody disgraceful.

Celebrating that crook, Caldermount.

That's the Establishment, man.

They're all gangsters.

- My name is Monsieur Babinot.

B-A-B-I-N-O-T.

The T is silent.

You may sit down.

As you may know, I'm replacing your last teacher, Mr. Knobs.

You, what did Mr. Knobs teach you last.

- Saint-Exupery, monsieur.

- Saint-Exupery.

Excuse me.

If you want to learn about a little thing called life,

I suggest.

I suggest, you give yourselves a little dosage

of Felix Martin.

Now, I want you to be very careful with those books, okay.

First editions, careful.

Careful, first editions.

Is this curriculum, sir.

- Curriculum?

What is your name?

- Now you open the book page one and start to translate.

- Jacques held the knife to the pawn broker's throat.

- Go to hell.

- He whispered to the--

- To the whimpering pimp.

Whimpering pimp.

- Right.

Left, left, left, right.

- The bad woman is a blonde horse?

- The woman has blonde hair, can't you read?

- Well, not really.

Knobsie taught us phonetically, so.

- He said if we nailed the oral paper

we could flunk everything else and still get a C.

- Well, it was just random noises, basically.

- So he was a fraud.

- Oh, absolutely, yeah. Always down at the pub.

We never really saw him.

- Well, show me then.

And if it's good, maybe we can all go to the pub.

Not together, I can't.

I'm writing a book.

You.

You.

- Well boys. - Oh, no.

- Silence. - Oh yes.

So, phonetics.

If she's looking for action,

she's come to the right place.

I'm just saying,

women prefer a Roger Moore to a Sean Connery.

Mum says I'm extremely charming.

French girls are famously filthy.

Zero moral fiber.

They all have cats,

but you're not allowed to touch them

If she's not Rosa Luxembourg, I'm not interested.

My money's on Winchester everyday.

- Amberson, Amberson!

Your old man's in the blower.

- Dad?

Come to my house at midnight.

I need to see you.

- Who is this?

Bonsoir Agnes

Deux camparis, s'il vous plait

Bollocks.

- Why didn't you come last night?

I waited for you.

Don't run away from me.

What, oh.

- I've got to get back by seven.

- But, please, one minute.

I.

What do you want with me.

Look, you're a nice guy.

- Nice, what, no, oh, don't you, believe, I'm a bloody--

- Okay, look.

Back in Nantes, I knew a lot of boys.

They all wanted to play games.

They tried to be macho or so clever.

And I thought, oh, fuck off, you're all so empty you know.

- I mean, I feel the same way about girls, obviously.

- So, I wanted to travel, but my father says,

"Don't leave me alone.

"Without you, I can't work."

- He is writing another book.

- He's been writing the same book for 18 years,

it drove my mother crazy.

And now he has to finish it,

because it's the only way he can move on.

- So, I come here to help him

and now I'm his fucking maid.

I cook, clean, pick up his underwear

and there is nothing here.

Oh my God, there is no theater, no library.

La bibliotheque

I'm angry and I'm bored

and I can't say how I feel

because there is no one to talk to.

And then this happens.

You see someone and it's like, maybe they understand.

- I know the feeling.

- Maybe he's going through the same shit.

- He probably is.

- You can't get him out of your head.

- Why fight it.

- Then you realize you like him.

- I.

- Will you give this to him.

- Him?

- The poet, tall, handsome.

- Winchester.

Whoa!

Halt!

Don't move!

Freeze, I said, freeze!

Move!

- Bogey in the red zone.

Bogey in the red zone.

This is not a drill.

What have you got there, boy.

It's for Winchester, sir.

- Well you better give it to him, then.

- Get down on your fucking knees or so help me God.

- Right, so you can't just threaten me with a wooden gun.

- Good shot, Lance Corporal.

- Are you cognizant with the dire consequences

of wasting my damn time?

- I have something for Winchester.

Can you referee a wrestling bout?

You're joking.

Does he look like he's joking.

- Well, I'm not altogether familiar with--

- Well then you'll have to compete.

Come on.

Go on, fight back.

Come on, Noodle.

Come on!

- All right, guys.

- Winchester, I've got a parcel.

- Flip him. - From the girl.

- The French beak's daughter.

You bloody hoondog.

Classic winch.

- Guys, please.

- All bets are off

Naturellement.

Come on Birtles.

Come on, let's tell the others.

He's pulled a bird, I repeat, Winchester has pulled a--

- So, this lady--

Agnes, she gave this to me.

- To you.

- To give to you.

- To me?

- To you.

- Why?

I think she like you.

- Me? - You.

- Why?

- I have no idea.

- Hang on.

Is it a porno.

- No, it's almost certainly not a porno.

- What the hell was that?

- I think that was a challenge.

You've got to reply to her.

- No way, I can't do that.

- I can help you.

- I don't need your help.

I'll blast her with my charm bazooka.

God, why did you have to tell them.

- I'm sorry, let me help you.

- Why, what's in it for you?

- Nothing.

- That's fishy.

My old man said, "Never become the victim of charity."

I mean, I think he meant the NHS or tax or something,

but the point is, let's make it a deal.

Quid pro quo.

You must want something.

- Audley, I'd like him to stop being--

- Stop being such a colossal prick.

Deal.

- Okay.

Winchy, Winchy, Winchy,

Winchy, Winchy, Winchy.

- Let's effing do it.

That babe ain't gonna know what hit her!

- Whew.

Here we go, here we go!

Winchy, Winchy.

Go on, out.

Winchy, Winchy, Winchy!

- B team, how can the XI improve if they're sparring

with a bunch of piss-poor jessies?

Stream crunch all of you.

- Sorry, sir.

Do you mind if I--

Come here you old dog.

- Can I borrow Amberson?

- Amberson?

- Moving target.

Classic Winch-hunter General.

Amberson, you're excused.

- Go on, run.

You stopped, why?

- I got this for Christmas.

When you need to enforce the offside trap,

accept no substitute.

Cool.

- You think that's cool?

Pere Noel put this in my stocking.

It'll blow your effin' mind.

Pins in my face.

It's my face.

But it's pins.

- Should we?

- Oh, yeah.

Let's get on with it.

I brought you some cards.

- Great, yeah.

Hustle up.

- Why don't you just write what you think.

- Boom, there we go.

There it is.

I'm just gonna write what I think.

What do I think?

Pretty much nailed it.

- Right.

Okay.

Can we try another way?

- Yeah.

- Could you bring your hair down.

- My hair's my signature look.

- Try and look pissed off.

- Ah, just imagine going completely bald.

Great, that's it, now turn slightly.

Right, first card.

♪ On July the 2nd, 1953 ♪

♪ I was servin' time for armed robbery ♪

- Perfect.

Really, that, that, that was great.

So, so, have you, you've had girlfriends before?

- Me?

The mighty Winch?

Yeah.

Ish.

I mean, I met a girl skiing once.

You know the thing after the skiing?

- Never been skiing.

- You're joking.

That's just you being funny, peculiar, right.

- Do you think I'm peculiar?

- The apres-ski.

What a shocker.

I mean, she'd bang on about her family, her friends,

her school, her clothes,

her diet, her dog,

her feelings.

Oh good God.

I mean, power to her, I'm just not up to the job.

♪ There's a riot goin' on ♪

♪ There's a riot goin' on ♪

♪ Well there's a riot goin' on ♪

♪ You gotta stop the riot ♪

♪ You're all gonna get the chair ♪

♪ Scarface Jones said, "It's too late to quit ♪

♪ "And pass the dynamite, 'cause the fuse is lit" ♪

♪ There's a riot goin' on ♪

♪ There's a riot goin' on ♪

♪ There's a riot goin' on, yeah ♪

♪ Up in Cell Block Number Nine ♪

- It's stupid, I'm nervous.

- He gave me this to give to you.

Hide, I'm coming back!

Inter agency memo bracket.

Sort of like to keep it that way,

if you catch my drift.

You already call your own.

Sorry, sorry.

- Oh, it's okay,

it's just scenographie design.

- You are a set designer.

- No, well, there was a theater with a learning job?

- Apprenticeship? - Yes.

But it was in Berlin.

- And that's a problem.

- I told you, my father needs me.

- Oh no, I just, I mean this.

It's very interesting, it's like a doll's house.

Is that a very stupid thing to say.

- It's for A Doll's House, the play.

- Play, absolutely, yes.

It's absolutely, the play, classic.

- You never heard of it.

- No, I have.

It's about some dolls.

- A Doll's House is about a women

who leaves her family because she can't be her--

Agnes!

- I'm getting used to it.

Are you okay?

See you.

Good night.

♪ On July the second, 1953 ♪

♪ I was serving time ♪

- Go easy on Amberson, will you, just a bit.

Hey, class traitor, it's a bomb.

- It's orange juice.

- Haven't you read the "Anarchist's Cookbook"?

I'm sending the PM a message.

The revolution has begun.

Morning, Winchy, Vickers, Dick.

He's talking to you.

- I can't do it.

- Of course you can.

Maybe tell her that you don't like the cake.

- Why?

- Think they like being teased.

Tease her.

- Your cake was disgusting.

- Who the fuck is this?

Hello?

Hello.

- Hello, Agnes.

- Hello.

Hello?

- Thanks for the cake.

It was completely horrific.

- Oh, well, thank you.

And how are you?

Hello?

Are you still there?

- Mm-hm.

Oh, it's just-- - Hello.

Hello.

- Sorry, Agnes, it's not a good line.

- That's okay, I just want to talk.

- I'm not one for talking.

I live by deeds not words.

When I want something, I take it.

- I don't want to play games.

- Testify, I am who I am and that's who I am.

It's like I always say,

- Oh, what do you always say?

- They teach you all the ways to die

but only you can learn how to live.

- I think you're right.

- Let's cut the crap. I should kiss you.

- Take me to the moon, then you can kiss me.

What?

- Take me to the moon?

- God, she's a dirty little enigma.

- She wants you to-- - Take her to the moon.

How the hell are we gonna do that?

Well, I don't think she meant it literally.

- Oh.

- She wants you to prove that you're artistic.

- But I'm not artistic, thank God.

You are now.

- Oh, uh, sorry, excuse me.

Excuse me!

Could the band come down to the cricket pavilion please.

- Piss off, Noodle.

- You heard what the man said.

Now.

- CCF. - Ah.

- Amberman. - Headman, sir.

- Amberman is a scholarship boy.

Fairly other ranks.

But we took this diamond in the rough and we polished

and we buffed him and now here he is,

running an errand for the Adjutant.

The very picture of a Caldermount gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

- Yes, Ambrose.

Who knows, in the closing of some glorious day,

you may yet wear a garment all of blood

which washed away, shall scour your shame with it.

And say, "Presume not, I am the thing I was."

Are you a fan of Shakespeare, sir?

I practically bathe in it.

- Three, two, one.

Go stars.

Action, moon dust.

And, action.

Cut! Cut!

I'm all right.

- Three, two, one.

What's the line again?

- Cut.

It's Saint-Exupery.

And it's "Love is not--

- Looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

- Yes, come on.

We're gonna run out of battery.

Three, cut, cut, cut.

So the results are pretty mixed.

- Unless you like slapstick.

And I need to re-sync your dialogue.

I was doing your best, man.

- You just very wooden.

Don't take this the wrong way.

But you're not exactly Al Pacino.

You're not even Jean-Claude Van Damme.

- All right, kind of denting the old self-confidence.

It's fine. - It's not.

- It's just a film.

- Look, Agnes is creative and thoughtful and intelligent.

This is about proving to her that you deserve her.

That you're not just a Labrador in trousers.

- Look, man, I don't need this.

I'm okay looking.

And I can play guitar.

Agnes will like me for who I am.

- Really, well, I'm looking forward

to seeing how that works out for you.

- You know what?

You can be a bit of a dick sometimes.

What's the line again?

Cut.

- Hey, have you seen Winchester?

Saw him heading off

over the games field with his guitar.

Oh, Christ.

We're going to line two.

Keck, hi, Keck.

Hello, line two.

Keck, are you there?

- I wrote this for you.

♪ You bowled me over ♪

♪ You caught, you caught me out ♪

♪ I went for a duck ♪

♪ I've been rolled out by the ♪

♪ Umpire of love ♪

♪ Oh pretty baby, I want to be on your team ♪

♪ I ain't much of nothin' ♪

♪ But I'm the batsman you've ever seen ♪

♪ Unless you're a fan of professional cricket ♪

- Sorry, what's cricket?

- What's cricket.

My God.

Cricket is a game involving two teams with 11 men--

Just a minute.

- All of whom need to be nominated

in writing before the toss.

Now in test cricket.

It's not going very well.

- Forgive me, Agnes.

- Forgive me, Agnes. - Henry?

- An ironic representation.

- An ironic representation.

- The young suitor.

- As Troubadour. - As Troubadour.

- An aperitif.

- A pair of teeth.

- To the main event.

- To the main event.

That's my lad.

That's my spitfire.

- What do I do.

- I thought you knew what to do.

- No, I never, the lads, the lads think.

Just quickly, do I lead with the tongue.

- No, no, I think I'd let her break the ice, tongue-wise.

- Right. - Right.

- Right, thanks, by the way.

I'm a likable guy.

- In a weird way.

- Here, boy.

Amberson!

- Yes, sir, how are you, sir.

What are you doing out here?

Ience project, sir, rding the sounds of night birds.

Night birds?

- Indigenous night birds, the owl,

the nighthawk, the night egret, the night crow.

Very elusive, the night crow.

Call like you wouldn't believe.

Caw, caw, caw!

You little degenerate.

Huggins, how can I work like this?

- This boy's spying on your daughter.

- Oh no, no, Nelly, I was--

Hey!

- You were filming her? - It's not--

Spitfire!

- Oh, my reputation.

I have lost the immortal part of myself

and what remains is bestial.

The Moor.

My guest at dinner was

the South African Minister of Justice,.

Dr. Van der Plooij also owns a diamond mine.

He has four sons.

Four.

But will he send them to a hotbed

of violence, lechery and deceit?

Decent hardworking families

like the van der Plooijs, pay your wages.

They make up the shortfall

from your scholarship, Peeping Tom.

They pay because they believe in Caldermount, that name,

that reputation which you dragged through the mud tonight.

As long as this remains between the three of us,

I won't require your resignation.

Taisez vous, s'il vous plait.

You'll need new accommodations,

somewhere your daughter can't fire

the boy's fetid imaginations.

- I'm-- Silence!

I will expel any pupil with whom she is caught

in consortium flagrante.

So tell me who was in that room?

Hello, Mr. Amberson.

Good evening, Headman.

- These are hard times, are they not, Mr. Amberson.

Well, the scholarship helps, sir,

we're all very grateful.

- Now your son is refusing to name the boy

in Miss Babinot's room.

Listen, maybe you think

you're protecting someone, but who did you see?

- Whom, Mr. Amberson.

Whom did you see?

- I don't know.

- Double bucket run, technical suspension,

50 hours in the kennels.

You have one last chance, Amberson.

Viriliter Age.

Thank you, Headman.

Come on, go, go, go.

Come on, on the floor.

On the floor.

- Put the sack on his head.

- I thought you had the sack.

- You didn't snitch, Amberson.

We respect that.

Breakfast?

She wants to see me.

- Well, that's great, isn't it.

- I do not want to get expelled, man.

- It is meant to be dangerous, isn't it?

- What?

- Well, love.

- Yeah, look.

It's Streamers.

I need to focus 100 % on the boast, dude.

- I understand.

- Can you tell her?

I'm sorry, I'm just not good at all this word shit.

Bulldogs, Bulldogs!

- Bulldogs!

- Wait, wait, I will need a sample of your handwriting,

if I'm gonna do it right.

- Sure.

Make sure she knows she's really great.

Bulldogs, Bulldogs!

- Laura.

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ You've got me right here ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love letter ♪

♪ Love ♪

How do, neighbor.

Bloody nice houses, these.

Good walls.

I purchased you a house warmer.

- It's a metal fish.

- Jelly mold.

Oh, listen, I'm having a soiree, Friday night.

Some of the lads are coming down for Founders Day.

Noggin and a natter.

Bit of bare-knuckle banter.

There'll be cheese.

No, thanks.

On Founders Day, we're going to make history,

boys, because we are effin' warriors!

Yeah!

- Come on.

- It's bodies on the line time, lads.

Bodies on the line!

- Look at the man on your left.

That man is your brother.

I want you to lay your life down for him.

Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Stop!

Where is Henry?

- He couldn't make it.

The Headman suspects that it was him in your room,

so he's on total lockdown.

- So, he sent you.

- Winch said, that if you trusted me,

then that was good enough for him.

Why were you hiding?

- To surprise him.

It's stupid.

You come with me?

- Me, where?

- Who cares?

- I can't.

Yes.

- I'm on my last chance.

- I want to ask you so many questions about Henry.

- Well, I would love to tell you all about him.

- Let me show you what Planet Earth looks like.

- Sorry.

- Henry's a good writer.

He's got this voice, it's authentic, poetic.

- Yeah, Winch is a very poetic guy.

- Will Henry come with me?

- To Berlin? - Yeah.

He's not happy here.

- Oh no, he's incredibly happy.

- How, at this horrific school.

- Not horrific.

- All right, this place is bad for the soul.

What?

- Oh, well, it's just, you know.

Souls.

- Don't do that.

Don't pretend to be a piggy English fool.

- Sorry.

Where are we going, by the way?

- Well, in French what do you call those?

- Oh. Rouflaquettes.

Rouflaquettes.

What about you, your family?

- Me, my family, I.

- Brothers, sisters?

- No.

- And you, you're okay?

- Yeah, I mean, sometimes I can feel a bit--

- Blue?

You know, when I feel--

- Blue.

- I look at people and I try to imagine their first kiss.

- I mean, do you live in a novel.

- It's a positive feeling.

His first kiss was so tender.

His was against the law, maybe a cousin.

- It's that kind of place.

- What about him?

- All right?

- Okay.

It's 1939 and Victor--

- That's Victor.

- Victor is leaving to join the RAF.

Just as the train is leaving the station,

his childhood friend, Wendy, leans up

to the window and kisses him, bam.

She gives him hope and that hope keeps him alive.

1945, Wendy and Victor get married.

1946, they realize they have literally nothing in common

apart from that kiss

and the illusion has chained them together for life.

- It's meant to be positive.

- Eventually Wendy leaves Victor

for some chap that she met in Eccles.

Wendy's happy, Victor's not.

He's alone.

- Stop, don't go on.

- That's what he thinks.

But he survived D-Day, dammit.

He's not gonna let that stop him.

So he buys a leather jacket and a motorbike

and he starts chasing geriatric tail feather.

See, Victor, he's a charming old bastard

and he's made himself a promise

every day is gonna be the best day of his life.

- What about your first kiss?

- Ah.

The theater gave me a job.

What did your dad say?

He doesn't know.

I'm going to say, "Yes."

What about Winch?

He can come with me.

But what if he can't?

- And at first you think they're not gonna get along but.

- He said, "I should ask what you want me to call you?

"Mommy, Mum?"

All right, we can make it!

Hey, Apple's going to attack.

Let me know if he's on the side and we'll be.

- Whoa!

There's a girl over there?

- Huh?

- Over there.

There it is.

- Get Amberson.

Now.

You could get me expelled.

- I had to see you.

Okay, you're beautiful.

But, no offense,

beautiful people are usually fucking idiots.

You should be a nice empty box, you know,

but you have these ideas in you, these feelings, this voice.

I mean, I didn't even hate your poetry,

so you could be ugly, you could be really, really fat like--

- Le Michelin Man.

- Yeah, okay.

Or you could could have no arms or legs

and just be like a little worm.

But, I will still love you.

So meet me at the Norfolk tonight at 10.

And let's go to Berlin.

- You there, boy. - Hey!

You there, stop!

Stop!

Get in line!

Get in line, boys.

Everybody in line, now!

- She's gone effin' postal.

- Who?

- Agnes.

She thinks I've been writing her effing poetry.

- Crazy?

- Do you think, maybe,

you didn't explain it to her properly?

You know, Founders Day, game face, bish, bash, bosh?

- Maybe I didn't dot all of the I's or bash all the boshes.

- Okay, I know some people think I'm a bit of a plank,

but you're not telling me something.

- I did write to her.

But then I kept on writing to her.

- Pretending to be me.

- It's not the end of the world.

She wants to run away with you.

- No, you dick, she wants to run away with you.

She's fallen for whatever weird Mills and Boon crap

you put in those letters.

- Do you really think so?

Yes.

She's gonna be guttered when she finds out

that you've been lying to her.

- I wasn't lying to her, I was being creative.

- Call it what you want, mate.

You don't lie to your friends.

- Well, I don't know that, do I?

I'm Noodle, I don't have any friends.

- You're right.

You don't.

- Quiet!

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, gentlemen,

lest I cry havoc and loose the dogs of war.

Break, come on move it!

- Starlight Express, you will not believe your eyes.

It's as if a train's actually in the room.

- Adrian. - Goodnight.

- Tower. - Goodnight.

- Two-stroke. - Goodnight, Huggins.

- Skids. - Goodnight.

- Bronty. - You're a legend, Huggins.

You're a balls to the wall legend.

Hm, that is a nutty bouquet.

- Understood, sir.

No, we'll keep a look out.

Good luck.

We've got a break out.

Huggins saw the Babinot girl waiting

for someone down at the Norfolk.

- Well, it's not me.

I'm stuck in here listening to his tale of woe.

- Yeah, I told you, Noodle's up to something.

I was prepping the oranges--

- Cheers, Vickers.

See you.

- Maybe she's waiting for him, maybe to shag.

- Johnson, you're not making sense.

- Come on, Winchester.

I mean, a term ago you didn't give two shits about Noodle.

What's in it for you?

- His name is Amberson.

Now shoot.

- Pint of bitter, please.

- ID? - Pint of lemonade, please.

- Are you sure it's her? - Absolutely.

- What in God's name have you done to your hair?

- Nothing.

I tried to make it look like yours.

- Thanks.

- It's all right.

What are you doing here?

- Oh, well, that's it then.

- Balls, you are not gonna let

this opportunity slip through your hands.

Get in, tell her the truth and get the hell out of there.

I'll draw their fire.

It's bodies on the line time.

- No, wait-- - No, no, it's all right.

Defect to Berlin.

I'll have to be Streamers without you.

Why are you helping me?

- They teach you all the ways you can die,

but only you can learn how to live.

- That doesn't mean anything, I made it up.

- Poetry.

- Shit!

Oh, my bloody car!

- Yeah.

Yep.

- Whom are you meeting?

- Leave me. - Hey, hey.

- Calm down. - Who's he?

- You don't touch my daughter like that.

- I just came for a drink, all right.

- See, case closed.

- She's meeting a boy, Babinot,

they're running away together.

- No, she's not.

Open your eyes, man, she's got a suitcase.

- Okay, this is bullshit,

he is angry because he tried to hit on me.

- This is not true, she's a bloody liar.

- You what!

- Yeah.

They can't do this, I'll tell them everything.

This is all my fault.

- Honestly, don't bother.

Pa took it pretty well, all things considered.

- Where will you go?

- Well, I'll either white-water raft the mighty Limpopo,

feasting on big game with my--

- Or?

- The Army.

- Why did you do it?

- Because you're a mate.

- But are you gonna be all right?

- The mighty Winch?

I don't know.

Compadre, tell her the truth.

- You're on the team, Amberson.

Do it for Caldermount.

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah, Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth ♪

Hello, Dad, how was Geneva?

Left, left, left, right, left.

Heads up.

- This is Thomas Huggins, broadcasting from my alma mater,

Caldermount College on Founders Day.

Here we are. What a beautiful day.

Old and young. Past and present.

Champions versus legends.

Age Viriliter.

Now, after many years,

having graduated to Deputy Headmaster,

I have mounted the summit of my own personal journey.

Here is the beginning of theirs.

Yes, today they face off against the Old Boys,

an epic clash which it is my privilege to steward.

Get a move on, Amberson.

Smile.

- Come on, boys! - Let's go.

- Come on, men, let's do this! - Go!

- Founders Scratch versus the Old Boys XI.

This is it.

The contest in which boys become men and men become boys.

♪ Have you ever ♪

♪ Seen Huggins with a bird, with a bird ♪

♪ Seen Huggins with a bird ♪ - Great banter.

Great British banter.

- Theirs is not to reason why.

Theirs is but to do and die.

Commence the jackhammer.

Come on!

Come on, men.

Come on, men.

Fair ball, doorknob.

- Stupid guy.

- Come on! - Ball!

Go on.

- Come on!

- Boast!

Touch the ball down!

For God's sake.

- Come on!

- Score it you fool.

Come on, touch the ball down!

Touch the ball down!

Agnes, Agnes!

Hey.

- It was you?

Why are you telling me this?

- 'Cause I really, really want to.

Because I want to tell you that you amaze me.

And I know you're going but I just want to be here, now,

face-to-face, even if it means getting slapped.

- I never slapped anyone before.

The boys in Nantes?

- I made them up.

I was pretending to be okay, cool, like I wasn't afraid.

- Of what?

Life.

Final call for all passengers.

- Shut your eyes.

- Come on!

- Score it you, fool.

Boast!

Dad, I have snatched defeat

from the jaws of victory.

Your words.

Why did I do it?

I don't want to be engraved on anything.

A board, a medal, a cup.

I'm leaving Caldermount.

Dad, this is not a goodbye.

So I suppose it's au revoir, or auf Wiedersehen

or arrivederci, adios, sayonara, shalom.

Your son, Martin.