All language subtitles for Parades.End.2012.E05.1080p.BluRay.x264-CiNEFiLE

CAMPlON: So we have Captain Tietjens
whom the War Office wanted transferred...

...to the command of 1 9th Division's
horse lines going instead to the trenches...

...to take over as second-in-command
of the 6th Battalion Glamorganshires.

And we have Captain McKechnie...

...who detests Tietjens because
he considers the second-in-command...

...of 6th Battalion Glamorganshires
to be his by right...

...going instead to take charge
of the 1 9th Division's horse lines...

...which he sees correctly
as a humiliation.

And finally, we have Major Perowne...

...last heard of attempting
to enter the bedroom of Mrs. Tietjens...

...allegedly at her invitation...

...being sent back to his battalion
as a punishment.

And all l can say is,
it takes a movement order...

...of some genius
to send these three officers...

...up the line sharing transport.

POTTY: Uh, shouldn't we get out
of the train while it's stopped?

McKECHNIE: Why?
-The Huns are aiming at the train.

McKECHNIE:
They never hit what they're aiming at.

Think of those two sisters
with the tea shop in Poperinge.

POTTY: What about them?
McKECHNIE: Blown to bits.

The Huns couldn't have been aiming
at a tea shop.

Please note the seal is unbroken.

After the raid, l'll translate your sonnet
into Latin in under three minutes.

I suppose you believe
I've not read your sonnet.

You don't perhaps imagine
I've opened it and made a copy?

Yes. No. I don't care.

You can be witness.
Latin hexameters in under three minutes.

Teach him
to come the sonneteer with me.

He sells his wife to generals
for promotion.

You take that back, you swine.

You're speaking of a lady
that you're not fit to--

-Not that it's for me to defend her.
McKECHNIE: What's this?

-Ha-ha-ha. What's this?
-Control yourself or the first thing l'll do...

...is report you and you'll find yourself
under the care of mad doctors.

Report me to Terence?

Terence is my pal.

We're all pals in the battalion.

Best battalion in the line.
How we worked at it.

Now l'm banished
to a horse coper's job in transport.

And poor old Colonel Bill's got you
as his number two. Poor old Bill.

You're no soldier.

Do you think you're an infantryman?

You're a bolster.

A big baggy bolster.

[GUNFlRE]

Poor battalion.

Poor bloody old pals.

POTTY:
Oh, God.

Are we gonna die?

Poor old Bill
who sweated for the battalion.

What do you think it's like, Tietjens,
when you stop one?

When you know this is it? Death.

Your faculties are numbed.

You feel no pain.

No apprehension.

Thank you, Tietjens. Thank you.

Now he's got you.

Poor old Bill.

[TRAlN CLANGING]

Oh, thank God. We're moving.

I can smell bacon.

And snowdrops.

Happy birthday, darling.

Where did you find the snowdrops?

Oh, I didn't pick them, l'm afraid.
Well, I picked them in Shepherd's Market.

Thank you for my valentine card.

Me?

And...

...there's a telegram for you.

Someone's remembered your birthday.

It's in Latin.

Must be from Christopher.

[MUMBLlNG]

It's from Edward.

Glasgow postmark.

He must be onshore. That's....

That's good, anyway.

"Happy birthday, comrade.

Let live-- Commutatio Octobris."

"Long live the October revolution."

I suppose he thought
it might not get through...

...now the Bolsheviks have made peace
with Germany.

-Is my son a Bolshevik now?
-It's enough to make anyone Bolsheviks...

...sending men and boys
to murder each other in millions.

I don't want a birthday if he's lying dead.

He's not dead.

He's in Glasgow.

I meant--

You're surely not in love
with Christopher Tietjens?

You mustn't be.

He's a married man.

But when he comes home,
he will make me his mistress.

Or he won't.

But you wouldn't.

And he wouldn't.

You've always thought he was infallible.

He'll keep some of his principles.

He won't divorce his wife.

I don't care.

I've always thought love was
a kind of literature and....

But every word Christopher Tietjens
and I have ever said to each other...

...was a declaration of love.

Captain Tietjens reporting for duty.

Notting. l'm the adjutant.

The CO's inspecting our trench.

Aubrey.

Battalion is down to a third
of its full strength.

Three hundred twenty-eight, last count.

Call it 75 per company.

Nothing for you to do
except wait for the German push.

They send over a few shells
before breakfast, after lunch.

There's always a chance they might rush
a trench just for the fun of it...

...so we gotta keep a sharp lookout.
RSM will show you around when it's quiet.

OFFICER:
Come on, dig. Let's go.

-Bennett, sir.
-Carry on. Carry on.

BILL:
Here.

SOLDlER 1 :
Saints preserve us.

Colonel Williams, sir.

Commanding officer.

CHRISTOPHER:
But what's he doing? lsn't that--?

SOLDlER 2:
No-man's-land, sir.

And then the Hun.

[HUMMlNG]

CHRISTOPHER:
Where the hell is he?

SOLDlER 2:
Can't see him, sir.

[CONTlNUES HUMMlNG]

[SOLDIER SPEAKS IN GERMAN]

Have a care, sir, for snipers.

They'd be shooting at the CO.

CHRISTOPHER:
I'm Captain Tietjens, sir.

Nobody at home,
regimental sergeant major.

Sir.

[GUNFlRE]

[RINGlNG]

[STUDENTS SPEAKlNG INDlSTlNCTLY]

VALENTlNE:
Girls, slow down.

STUDENT:
"The case of Mrs. G is not exceptional.

Her husband was accustomed to pet her
and have relations with her frequently...

...but yet he never took any trouble
to rouse her...

...in the necessary preliminary feeling
for mutual union.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Because she shyly asked him...

...Mrs. G's husband gave her
one swift, unrepeated kiss...

...upon her bosom."

[GlRLS CONTINUE LAUGHlNG]

Come along. Didn't you hear the bell?

Quickly, girls.

You have to report it to the head.
There's no question about that.

-Is it really so terrible?
-Yes, it is. lt's the vilest--

Exposing young women's minds to....

-How much of it did you read?
-Quite a lot of it.

-Read us some more, Mrs. Ferguson.
-Buy your own.

Would it be too wicked
if Miss Wannop told the head...

...that she just found it somewhere?
In the pavilion or something.

-I've decided l'm going to put it back.
-You will not.

Why not? lt's a proper book.
It's not trash.

But it's not for children.

I was a suffragist
when l was at the age of our senior girls.

I thought that getting the vote for women
was the only thing that'd make me happy.

And now we've just got the vote.

Well, some of it. Some of us.

And about time too.

But it's got nothing to do with happiness.
I found out that much.

It's a book for married women.

-No, it isn't.
-Yes, it is, by George.

It's a book about married love.

Girls want to be married...

...and some of them will be and soon.

So it's for them too.

And according to Dr. Stopes...

...most of them will be unhappy
out of sheer ignorance.

Or their husbands' ignorance.

-We want them to be happy, don't we?
FERGUSON: We do.

Put it back.

I'll answer for it to the head,
if any of you care to sneak.

Good for you, Miss Wannop.

[BELL RINGlNG]

You've just got time.

[EXPLOSlONS]

[GUNFlRE]

OFFICER 1 :
Don't let them cross the wire!

Need your fire steady, men!

CHRISTOPHER:
Aubrey.

Get down, for God's sake.

[OFFlCER YELLlNG INDlSTlNCTLY]

OFFICER 2:
Stretcher bearer.

Take the Hun first. He's alive.

Our man's dead.

SOLDlER 1 :
Damn cool you were, sir.

Damn cool.

SOLDlER 2:
Here they come again!

SOLDlER 3:
They're at the wire, sir!

McKECHNIE: Do you think Rupert Brooke
was the handsomest man in England?

Do you hear that?

-The miners.
McKECHNIE: I don't.

I think Pamela Cheyne's chauffeur was.

[lNDISTlNCT CHATTERlNG]

God bless Mommy and Daddy and Granny
and Granny and Grandpa in heaven...

...and Aunt Effie and Uncle Arthur
and Marchie and everybody.

And God bless me.

Hop in.

And stay in. Hmm?

Mommy will be up to see you.

She says to bring him down.

Who's she, the cat's mother?

Dressing gown.

MICHAEL: Did you hang something
from the tree, Evie...

...so the wood sprites don't get you?

The wood sprites won't catch me.

Oh, give me bombs any day.
Bombs are natural.

It has stood for 200 years.

It will stay standing
until Michael is master of Groby.

He can decide
whether to cut it down or not.

You miss the point exactly.

I want the tree gone
before Michael has any say in the matter.

He'll grow up a Tietjens...

...backward-looking and sentimental.

It's paganism hanging up their bits and bobs
like savages.

Land steward will certainly inform Mark
if you order the cedar to be cut down.

Well, let him.
Brother Mark has abdicated from Groby.

He's chosen the life of a London clubman
with an actress in the Gray's Inn Road.

And Christopher, for all l know,
will live in sin after the war...

...with his little games mistress.

That's all it is.

You want to make Christopher suffer.
Poor boy.

Between you and the Germans....

Anyone would think you were his mother,
not mine.

I pray even more fervently for you...

...as we are taught to do for all sinners.

Oh, that's what l get
for keeping myself chaste all these years.

You mean since you bolted?

Potty Perowne deserved me.

I chose the path of charity
as Jesus would have done.

They say he died with a smile on his face.

Potty, l mean.

Well, I'll spare the Groby Tree
for the duration.

But if my husband thinks
he can throw me over...

...for that ladies' champion
of the regular bowel movement....

He's the only man who perhaps wouldn't.

He'll go to heaven for it.

You say that because you think of God as
an English landowner on a colossal scale...

...who never leaves his study,
so is invisible.

If Christopher's not in heaven
when the war's over...

...he won't be in Gray's lnn.

Not with Miss Hockey Sticks
on my furniture. I'll strip the place.

What is it? I said I'll come up!

I'm sorry, madam.

Come on.

[DOOR CLOSES]

For the sake of your soul,
will you go into a retreat for a week or two?

You need to reflect
upon what to ask of God.

I thought perhaps...

...India.

India?

Commanding officer
at B Company trench, sir.

OFFICER 1 :
All right, troops.

SOLDlER 1 :
Sir.

Stop. Don't try--

Please.

Sir!

OFFICER 2:
Stretcher bearer!

Get more men in here!

We need some more men now!

CHRISTOPHER:
I'll get Colonel Bill over to the MO.

Report to me at the first sign of gas.

Two observers in every company.

Everyone else in platoon dugouts.

-I'm taking over temporary command.
-Sir.

Bill!

SYLVlA:
And Bobbie?

She married quietly abroad.

Oh.

So congratulations are due.

-When?
-September.

-But how lovely for Bobbie.
-Only person who comes well out of this...

...is Johnny Pelham
for letting Bobbie divorce him.

I hope you know that Bobbie asked me
to get Johnny out of the house...

...when he was being miserable.
And that's all there was to that.

I suppose you told Christopher?

I went to visit Christopher in France
two months ago.

They're working him dreadfully hard...

If you've come to ask me to do something
for Christopher, I should tell you...

...that Bertram is simply overwhelmed
at the War Cabinet.

No, it's the general.

He's like a warhorse in a paddock.

He simply can't be allowed
to end his career like that.

He can and he probably will.

That's pillow talk, mind you.

Sylvia.

-Excuse me.
-No, please stay if you can, Bertram.

GLORVINA:
Stay at your peril.

Sylvia has a bit between her teeth.

Well, if l can have a drink
for a few minutes.

-I'm concerned for Edward.
-Campion?

Why's he got a glorified
quartermaster's job...

...fitting out troops
for General Perry's command?

Because it's a vital job
and Campion does it superbly.

But General Perry's command
is the only fighting command...

...that might become free.

He's taken to getting his friends to write
to The Times about being starved of troops.

Edward Campion should have the sort ofjob
which brings a hero's welcome...

...and a peerage at the end of it.

And from that, who knows?

-Perhaps lndia.
GLORVINA: India?

-Viceroy of lndia?
-Why not?

The general served with great distinction
in lndia.

Actually, that's well said.

And I must leave you.

-I'm so glad things are settled with Bobbie.
-Thank you, my dear.

A carpet seller's son from Turkey
or somewhere...

...with the beastliest newspapers in London
as a son-in-law...

...is a turn of events.

Just the man to put the public
behind General Campion.

SYLVlA: How long is your leave?
CAMPlON: lt isn't leave.

I ordered myself home to be at the War Office
first thing in the morning...

...to ask if anyone understands
that if they don't do something...

...there'll be nothing behind us
but the sea.

I'll probably be relieved of my command
but then there's not much career left...

...for a man of 60,
unless he's given a fighting army.

We'll see.

Can you come to Groby for the weekend?

Oh, it'll be very quiet.

Just Bobbie and her new husband.

You don't know Lord Beichan
the press lord.

I might do that. I'd love to see Groby.

How's Christopher?

Don't you see him?

Uh, no. He's at the front now.

I had no choice after....

Of course, you didn't.

A chance of glory, then.

Absolutely.

A chance of glory.

Lucky beggar.

[CHRlSTOPHER GASPlNG]

There ain't no beastly snipers,
is there, sir?

Skylark nearly walked into my mouth.

There's been a skylark singing on the morning
of every strafe l've ever been in.

Wonderful trust in humanity, sir.

Wonderful instinct in the feathered breast
by the Almighty.

For who is gonna hit a skylark
on a battlefield?

I don't know about the Almighty.

It's all one to a skylark,
whether it's high explosives or a plow.

Thirteen minutes
if the barrage is punctual.

They're a good lot of chaps, sir.

The best.

Give them the right sort of officers,
they'll beat the world.

CHRISTOPHER:
If they know what they're doing...

...I don't think it matters too much
who gives the order.

SOLDlER:
No, sir.

They've been frightened
these last few days.

They're better now.

[BUGLER TRUMPETING]

What the devil is that row?

O-Nine Griffiths, sir. Captain McKechnie
promised to hear him after breakfast.

Recommended him to play
in the Divisional Follies.

Captain McKechnie is with us again?

CHRISTOPHER: Carry on. Carry on.
SOLDlER: Yes, sir.

Come past the next traverse.
I want to speak with you.

The strafe is due in seven minutes.

You have to put a tin hat on
if you're staying.

How dare you give me orders?

It wouldn't look well
with the divisional transport officer...

...dead in my lines in a parade hat.

The transport officer has the right to consult
the CO of the battalion he's supplying.

I'm commanding here.
You haven't consulted me.

This is what it's come to
with the old battalion.

The bloody, bloody old battalion of pals.

What are you going to do about Bill?

MO has authority to send the colonel
on sick leave for a couple months.

I know what you're up to.

If you got Bill cashiered,
they'd put in another pukka colonel.

If you send him sick,
you're certain to get command as a stopgap.

Captain McKechnie, you can fall out.

Return to duty. Your own duty.

-In a proper headdress.
-Well, I suppose if you're in command....

It is usual to say "sir"
when addressing a senior officer on parade.

You're attached to divisional headquarters.
Get back there now at once.

-Sir.
-Sir?

[EXPLOSlON]

I haven't forgotten about your sonnet, sir.

Please note the seal is unbroken.

SOLDlER:
Trouble from day one, he was.

Orderly Room says
will you look through these, sir?

So the Petrarchan sonnet is different
to the Shakespearean sonnet, sir?

A final couplet after three quatrains would
be an abomination in an ltalian sonnet.

CHRISTOPHER:
Captain McKechnie, you still here?

I'll tell the cornet to report to you tomorrow
for the entertainment.

-His name is Griffiths. Find him for me.
-Yes, sir.

By the way, General Campion is to take
over this army the day after tomorrow.

We got word at Division HQ.

So Campion is back?

That means the French
have single command.

It means we'll get reinforcements.

Captain McKechnie told me you wrote
a sonnet in two and a half minutes, sir.

It's just a trick.

[BUGLER TRUMPETING]

[SlNGlNG]
There was a lady

Fair and kind

[lN NORMAL VOICE]
Miss Wannop.

Mr. Tietjens.

How's your flame in the linen shop,
Lieutenant Aranjuez? Nanette?

It's Minette, sir.

If I stop one, sir,
will you tell Minette that l--?

Little nippers like you don't stop things.

Besides, the wind's on our backs.
They won't set off without gas.

I remember that Hun in our trench
who got shot in both eyes.

Your girl naturally won't look at you...

...if you let her down, sir,
by losing your beauty.

[SlNGlNG]
I did see her passing by

Yet l'll love her

Till l die

Yes, well....

Griffiths, you and your cornet are to report
to Divisional HQ tomorrow night.

You're the entertainment.
Think you can hold a tune by then?

-Yes, sir.
-Very good.

Fall out, then.

[EXPLOSlON]

OFFICER:
Take cover!

Right on time.

I don't want to leave my battalion...

...to a man that would knock it about
while l'm on sick leave.

I won't let discipline go to ruin, sir,
if that's what you mean.

[EXPLOSlON]

-I should go.
-Notting will tell us if anything's wanted.

I suppose I could get rid of you
with a bad report.

Or perhaps I couldn't.

They say you're Campion's bastard.

I'm his godson.

Godson.

I'm not gonna bring a general
on my back.

No, stop where you are.

This isn't the strafe.

This is only a little extra morning hate.

You can tell by the noise.

That's 4.2s.

The really heavies don't come so fast.
They'll be turning on the Worcesters...

...and only give us one every half minute.

That's their game. If you don't know that,
what are you doing here?

You hear?

[BOMB WHIRRlNG]

[EXPLOSlON]

So you think you can command
this battalion?

I'm not in a condition to do it myself.

The men appear to like you.

They're tired of me.

Well....

Take the battalion with my blessing.

-Brigade wanna know if we're suffering any.
-Well, we aren't suffering any, are we?

No. Not in particular.

A shell in the entrance
of C Company dugout. One man dead.

This officer is taking over for me.

Oh. Tell Brigade
we're all as happy as sandboys.

You may as well make a cheerful impression
to begin with.

-They knocked, sir, but they didn't come in.
-They may oblige us tomorrow.

You'll have to get your trench restored
by morning.

Just make sure
the men keep their heads down.

SOLDlER 1 :
Yes, sir.

SOLDlER 2:
You three, over here.

[WHlMPERS]

Tell B Company
that I'll come and take a look at them.

Say, 1 0 minutes.
Keep blind side of that mound as you go.

Sir.

Ask A Company dugout for the favor of a
sandwich and a coffee with some rum in it.

Sir.

SOLDlER 1 :
Let's have a look at this then.

[BUGLER TRUMPETING]

-Sir.
-Thank you, corporal.

-Did you get a bite to eat, corporal?
-Yes, sir.

Half a tin of warm mutton and haricot beans
when l was cutting the sandwiches.

Middlesbrough?

Nearly right, sir.
My mother is Middlesbrough.

I'm from Batley.

-Good grief.
-That's right, sir.

I've walked to Groby of a Sunday afternoon
many a time.

My father goes down Batley pit.

Oh.

I'd sometimes hear the picks at night
in my grandfather's time and my father's.

Chip, chip.

Came back to me the other night.

I thought it was the Germans mining.

My sister had a comb hanging
from the Groby Tree.

They say the old cedar will have
to come down one of these days soon.

Do they, by God?

-I'll prop up the house if I have to.
-I'll help you, sir.

Wouldn't be Groby.

[CHUCKLES]

I'll remember your sandwiches
so long as l live.

Thank you.

[EXPLOSlON]

Those German shells
seem to be coming back.

My compliments to RSM.
Will you get his fatigue party under cover...

-...as soon as they get close?
-Right, sir.

So that no toast less noble
may be drunk from it.

There must be someone you love, sir.

Is she like Minette?

Not exactly like her,
but l'm sure with Minette's best qualities.

[LAUGHS]

Then you'll get her, sir.

-You'll certainly get her.
-Yes.

Yes, l probably shall.

That's enough time for B Company
to get themselves tidied up.

The Germans did over their trench like a dog
we once had do over a drawing room.

[LAUGHS]

OFFICER:
Stand to!

[GUNFlRE]

Don't leave your shovels to get in the way
when the attack comes.

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

Corporal.

[GROANS]

[SCREAMlNG]

[GUNFlRE]

[CHRlSTOPHER GRUNTlNG]

Sergeant! Stretcher bearer!

Stretcher bearer!

You. You're disgustingly filthy.

I suppose you have an explanation.

Where the devil is the commanding officer
of this battalion?

I am in command, sir.

I was mad when I sent you out here.

I shall send you back. You can fall out.

[HORN PLAYlNG]

[AUDlENCE APPLAUDlNG]

[BAND PLAYlNG DANCE MUSlC]

Gerald.

Don't pretend you haven't seen me.

Sylvia.

No, I--

I've quite got over you, you know.

Well, that's love, I suppose.

No, I mean hating you.
I got over loving you years ago.

You haven't changed at all.

I'm here with a ghastly set.

Would you like to take me on
somewhere?

SYLVlA:
You always were such a brute.

Oh, don't think I'm complaining.

If I told you how long since,
you wouldn't believe me.

I'm sure l'm safe, but....

So why?

My husband may not be returning to me
after the war's over.

I don't see why l shouldn't get something
out of people taking me for a whore.

I didn't know you hated me.

Why ever not?

Funking a divorce
and leaving me to hold the baby.

But Michael's growing up
into a Tietjens...

...so it may have been a panic
over nothing.

How does one know?

Tietjens turned out all right.

He was up for a decoration,
but General Campion told him...

...there were only a certain number
of medals to go around.

And Tietjens would prefer it to be given
to someone who'd get more advantage from it.

[GERALD CHUCKLES]

Good Lord, you didn't know?

Wounded saving life under fire.
Months ago.

How typical. He never tells me anything.

Why aren't you in France, by the way?

Too valuable. l've been in Washington.

American troops are coming over in force now,
which means the war is over.

Really over?

By Guy Fawkes Day, I'd say.

Really?
So Christopher will be coming home.

Will you come back to bed?

No.

I can't go through all that again.

BOY 1 :
Penny for the Guy?

Penny for the Guy?

Thank you.

[GASPS]

CHRISTOPHER:
I saw your note too late.

But you came in time.

The doctors can't be sure
how long I have left.

Hold my hand, darling.

Your note about the tree.

Oh.

The tree.

Well, I tried to warn you.

Where were you all this time?

Your brother fixed your release
from the army weeks ago.

You should have been here
to take charge of the estate.

And if you won't, needs must.

And...

...let the chips fall where they may.

Couldn't you tear yourself away
from your mistress?

I was in hospital.

Goodbye, Sylvia.

VALENTlNE:
Safe.

Safe forever.

[BOTH LAUGHlNG AND GASPlNG]

Oh, no more torpedoes.

[BOTH CONTINUE LAUGHlNG]

MACMASTER:
Guggums!

When I think of the millions that died...

...and that imbecile Tietjens
strolling home without a scratch....

-I was absolutely counting on the Germans.
-Guggums.

Supposing he calls in his loans.
It would be our ruination.

Tietjens. lmpossible as it may be
for you to understand--

Then don't try to make me.

You sponged off him for thousands
and now he's got you by--

By what you singularly lack.

Since the wife has chosen to reject the hand
of friendship l extended to that harlot...

...it's time to bring the mistress back
into the fold.

[MRS. WANNOP GASPS]

Edward.

Is that you, Valentine?

It's Lady Macmaster here.

Edith.

Edith said he has no furniture.

He appeared to be a bit mad.

He's alone.

-He asked about me.
-But he didn't ask for you.

Darling...

...Christopher wouldn't ruin you
amongst your own people.

Not if you begged to be ruined,
Valentine.

I'd ruin myself gladly
to make him happy for an hour.

I've waited and waited.

I cannot--

I will not renounce the schooling
of my whole life.

But this is mine.

Miss Wannop.

-Did you send for me?
-No.

But l am glad you came.

I heard you were ill.

Not too bad, all things considered.

VALENTlNE: What is that?
-I'm taking it to Mark.

You can come with me.

MARK:
How dare you bring Miss Wannop here?

Are you and Sylvia divorcing?

-No.
-What the hell is that?

Sylvia had the tree felled.

I know.

She asked me.

I don't give a damn about the tree.

Now perhaps God will change sides.

I will not divorce
the mother of my child...

...and Sylvia will not divorce me.

I don't care.

I have to bathe...

...change into my uniform.

If my friends arrive...

...you might entertain them.

Darling.

I'm awfully sorry.

Rotten timing for you both.

I came to tell you that they're going
to operate on me tomorrow for a cancer.

VALENTlNE:
Liar!

-You haven't got a cancer. You're lying.
-Well, really.

This is what you do, isn't it?

What can you mean?

Do you know what she means?

Miss Wannop means...

...pulling the strings of the shower bath.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, Christopher.

Christopher.

You can't mean it.

Look at her.

Is she a Girl Guide or something?

Perhaps you do mean it.

Well...

...I wish you both nothing but happiness.

Please remember me
to your charming mother.

[BANGlNG ON DOOR]

I must see that fellow Tietjens,
it's an urgent matter about a sonnet.

Oh, but it's not necessary to shout.

Please come in.

I'm Captain McKechnie.

Formerly second-in-command
of the 6th Glamorganshires.

The pals.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me. Ahem.

Good evening.

VALENTlNE: Hello.
-That's my CO.

Good old Colonel Bill.
He brought the hooch.

McKechnie, l thought l got rid of you.

VALENTlNE:
Oh, hello.

McKECHNIE: The pals.
BILL: Good old McKechnie.

You're the captain's dear friend?
He saved my life.

BILL: Glad to have you back with us.
McKECHNIE: Not a bad sham, old boy.

Wasn't it splendid of Minette
to marry me like this?

-We shall all be such friends.
AUBREY: Hello.

BILL: Aubrey.
-That's our only VC.

McKECHNIE: Music man.
BILL: Get yourself here.

Get in here.

They say you're receiving for Tietjens.

Well, he seems to have been sold up.

He's a good fat old beggar, old Tietjens.

A good officer. One of the best.

BILL: Here he is!
McKECHNIE: Here he is!

BILL:
Good old fat man.

McKECHNIE:
Oh!

Here he is. Here he is.

Good old Tietjens.

Miss Wannop looking after you?

Bit chilly in here.

Want a fire?

MEN [SlNGlNG]:
Mademoiselle from Armentières

Parlez-vous?

Mademoiselle from Armentières
How do you do?

Mademoiselle from Armentières
What a surprise to find you here

Tell me what to do with you

Latin hexameters in under three minutes.

Whenever you're ready.

ALL:
How do you do?

Mademoiselle from Armentières

What a surprise to find you here

Tell me what to do with you

BILL:
Come on, lads.

MEN: Mademoiselle from Armentières
Parlez-vous?

Mademoiselle from Armentières
How do you do?

Mademoiselle from Armentières
What a surprise to find you here

MEN: Mademoiselle from Armentières
What a surprise to find you here

If I divorce Christopher,
will you marry me?

OFFICER:
Battalion...

...slow arms!

MEN: Mademoiselle from Armentières
What a surprise to find you here

OFFICER:
There will be no more parades.

Battalion, dismissed!

[CLAPPlNG]

MEN: Mademoiselle from Armentières
How do you do?

Mademoiselle from Armentières
What a surprise to find you here