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daylight.

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

I had been at Greybridge for two weeks and the dar forbidding place had produced such misery in my soul and fear in my mind as I had never known in my whole life.

Nothing about the place seemed designed to crush the soul and break down any reserve of pride I ever had.

Thank you, Foster.

What, Green?

Meeting the headmaster was just one of those gasket chores which produced such depression within me.

Ooh, that's better!

There was also the compulsory fight with the grizzly bear which all new boys had to go through.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

And there was St. Tages' Day, when by an old tradition boys who had been at the school for less than two years were allowed to be nailed to the walls by senior feet.

I was a little bit nervous.

The days always began the same way.

We were awoken by our sessions at 3.30.

And after two games of football we assembled for morning prayers in Big Hall.

O Lord, we give thee humble and hearty thanks for this thy gift of discipline.

And we claim that it is only through the constraints of others that become to know ourselves, and only through true misery can we find true contentment.

We ask thee, especially today, O Lord, to remember the owner, trainer, and rider of Dankas the boy in the 415th chapter.

And may the fire of thy just and awful wrath fall upon...

Bigs, normonton, platter, minor, and tokey, amen, amen.

He has come to my knowledge that certain boys have been helping masters to escape.

All the parts of a glider have been found in the history-to-tix form library, and thus must not repeat.

How I long to be able to hop like the second-year boys, and not to have to ask permission to breathe out after 10.30.

And how I dreaded as we ordered the sight of Grayson and the school bully.

He had twice won the public school's bullying cup, and last year beat the extraordinarily vicious acroid of charterhouse at a kick-in of fags at the Herlingham flood.

Say, sorry, Grayson.

You call me school bully. You miserable little tick.

Five weeks after the start of term, I had an amazing stroke of luck.

I was accidentally shot in the stomach by missing a point during French translation.

And I ended up in the school sanatorium.

In the school sanatorium.

Now at last, my parents would come to visit me, and I could tell them of the horrors I was going through.

I felt sure they would understand.

Hello, mummy.

Hello, Donkinson.

Oh, the wounds.

Oh, not bad, not bad.

Here, I brought you these.

What are they?

Shootries, dear.

Oh, super.

Where's Daddy?

He's at the South Pole, again, dear.

Oh, lucky Daddy. I wish I could be there.

Tomkinson.

Yes, mummy?

He may not be back from the pole.

You mean?

Yes. He has a woman down there.

Oh, the other woman, mummy, besides you?

I'm afraid so. He keeps going back there, you know.

This is his 146 expedition.

I never realized. I thought he was...

...smapping the annual movement of the polar ice shelf. Yes, so did we all.

Mummy, perhaps I should come home.

No, no. I'm afraid you must stay here, Tomkinson.

A nice gentleman has agreed to pay your school fees for four years.

And Kim wants to say, says you can stay on here free during the holidays.

Come on, mummy.

I'm afraid it's the only thing we can do, Tomkinson.

I should continue to send you cakes, of course.

Sorry, please.

I'm afraid I must go, now, dear. I do hope the wounds heal up.

Then nothing, honestly, mummy, please. Let me just come back with...

You can't hear, oldse, please.

Yes, Mr. Rogers.

It's obvious.

Bye, mummy.

I was shattered.

I couldn't believe that my father would just go off like that with another woman.

He was a homosexual for a start.

That moment on, I resolved to do everything in my power to escape from Greybridge at the first opportunity.

Well played.

Well played, that boy.

Kidnock, get down, get down, get down.

Come on.

Come on, baby. Get him, get him, get him.

Come on.

I'll take him.

Oh, well, taken, Tomkinson.

Well played, Tomkinson. Come on, Tomkinson.

Run, run, run, run, run.

Well played, boy. Well played. Oh, later...

Tomkinson?

Tomkinson?

Tomkinson!

Tomkinson!

I was 17 miles from Greybridge before I was caught by the school leopard.

Two weeks later, I tried to get out disguised as a woman.

Morning, Chaplin.

But I was caught by Mr Moody, the Spanish master.

From then on, I was confined to indoor activities only.

Well, that's one of the good.

Well, that's this.

Oh, yes.

You're good.

What is that, Tomkinson?

It's a model icebreaker, sir.

It's a bit big for a model, isn't it?

It's a full-scale model, sir.

It's not a model if it's full-scale, Tomkinson.

It's an icebreaker.

Yes, sir. It's got three engines and enormous...

No, no, no, no. That's not the point.

That is not a model.

The hell of a spinker this comes up at speech to exhibition.

You're a very stupid boy building icebreakers like this, Tomkinson.

Yes, sir.

Now, I won't say anything to the headmaster if you can get it down to a minimum of four foot.

Sir, there's 1,500 tons of steel in this...

Do you want to come and see the headmaster with me?

No, sir.

Well, melt it down at once.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

There seemed no way I could escape from this prison.

Daily, my depression and misery mounted.

Until one day, amongst the usual games announcements on the school notice board,

something caught my eye.

During the 12th in big school,

Rear Admiral Sir Vincent Smythe Obelson, the Polar Explorer, will address the school.

I wondered, could this be my chance?

For our school lecture this term, we have very fortunate to have secured the services...

of one of our most famous and distinguished old boys.

The Polar Explorer, Rear Admiral Sir Vincent Smythe Obelson, applause, applause!

Hello, boy.

I'm going for him to make.

Hey, Tom!

Who said that?

I would like that.

Who was it?

Right.

The entire back three rows will come and beat me this evening.

Well, I've just returned from exploring one of the enormously interesting polar ice caps.

I explored for over three months eight hours a day.

I got a book nine, I explored until six,

and a one-hour not exploring fake for lunch.

I'm doing that time. I can safely say, I have explored in his name,

and earlier, the size of Yorkshire.

Please, earlier.

Stop it!

It's the school refuses your appreciation spontaneously.

I should be forced to close it down instantly and burn selected boys.

Please!

You're clear!

I'm not going to be able to do that.

I'm going to be able to do that.

You're clear!

What?

Go on.

This area of polar ice caps are called graveytland.

This was the moment I'd been waiting for.

In our voice, they're nothing worse than seeing a human body of youth.

Fabish!

Who said that?

Mr. Muyanser.

I see, sorry. I thought it was one of the boys.

Come here.

And the future of our children at our children.

Well, the hang of the hungry, hungry, and hungry,

we get the home, go!

Don't you really come?

There's old stand and sing the school song!

My school!

My school!

The lecture finished.

Soon I felt myself being lifted up.

It had worked.

At last I was on my way out of gravely.

How are you daring to breathe?

I looked out on a new world of soul.

Yes, that was, uh, very good at this.

Very good indeed.

Hey, headmaster.

Should have saved us a bit of money there.

But why?

Why the school song?

I thought it was a jolly good wheeze.

When it's there, it just sort of came to me.

I'll stick to the script in future, Elizabeth.

Oh, no.

After the incident with the trunk, things became really hard for me.

My ears were sewn back, and I had to do three weeks' detention

in a sack on the school maggot.

But for the first time, I became the center of some attention at grave bridge.

And I found myself once again in the presence of Grayson, the school woman.

Prom?

In return for not hitting any of the masters, the head had allowed Grayson certain privileges,

such as having unmarried Filipino women in his room, smoking opium,

and having a sauna instead of prayers.

The term was returned from the interterm cruise to South America,

and looked fit and well.

Oh, Tonkinson.

Oh, you were falling a little crevius.

You really are the idliest and most unpleasant little piece of vermin.

It's never been my misfortune to encounter.

I breathed the sigh of relief. At least he liked me.

No. Some filthy little creeps in lower school have been telling me all about your escaping tricks.

That's right, yes.

Don't answer back, you snotty little light.

Don't you know that all escape routes from the school are managed by myself and the chaplains?

No?

Well, why do you think the chaplains always laying gas mains and doing sewage work?

I thought he might shut up and talking.

Of course he doesn't like it.

He does it because I tell him to, and because I'm the only person he knows

who's ever likely to get him an Archbishop Rick.

Mr. Hoskins, going to be an Archbishop?

When he's finished digging.

As he thinks that it's going to be York or Canterbury, which is sad, really.

Where is it?

Sollygorsk.

It's in the Ukraine, it's bitterly cold and the food's unspeakable, but I can't hold that.

Anyway, the point is the chaplain has nearly completed a network of tunnels over 12 miles long.

Last thing we need is for spotted little twerps like you.

School bully.

As we were just talking about you.

What? No, no, I'm afraid it hasn't come yet.

What?

No, no, no, I'm afraid it hasn't arrived.

He wants to know about the hat, the Archbishop's hat.

No, I'm sorry.

No, you can't start this weekend.

Why?

Well, the old one has to die for a start, that's why.

No, I could not do that.

What's the hurry anyway?

What?

Oh, you haven't.

Oh, you idiot!

Tom Kinson.

Yes.

You're very keen to get out of this place, aren't you?

Yeah.

Pick him up. Pick him up.

Well, though I loathe and detest the sight of your odious little face,

I am prepared to let you be the very first to try out the chaplain's new tunnel.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, bully.

Yes.

Do you like girls?

Who?

So, yeah.

So, how would you like to show Tom Kinson here the tunnels?

They keep him company, you know?

Gosh.

Cigarette?

So, it was that four hours later, carrying 200 cigarettes, completely drunk,

and with a half-naked unmarried Filipino lady,

I emerged behind the writing desk in the headmaster's study.

The chaplain, now 74, and impatient to get his Archbishop break,

had finished the tunnel just a hundred yards too early.

I was found guilty of smoking, drinking, lying, thieving,

breaking the headmaster's writing desk, and escaping without permission.

I was sentenced to the most awful penalty the school could provide.

The 30-mile hop against St. Anthony's.

Your training for the hop was a nightmare.

But after three weeks of these nightmares, we had a hopping team second to none.

I'll never accept the day of the hop.

The whole school was in a fever, mostly dysentery and berry berry,

but a few cases of black water fever and scurvy among the older boys.

Our opponent, St. Anthony's, a Buddhist public school in Yorkshire,

were legendary hoppers.

As soon as we were in line, Mr. Craffitt, who was Gundy for the day,

gave us each the traditional palfras.

Bloody fell palfras.

Ho!

Tall laddie for the palfras.

Ho!

We laddie for the palfras.

Ho!

Medium size laddie for big, big, palfras.

Ho!

Thank you, Gundy.

Good luck, Gravesj.

Boy, the St. Anthony's and Gravesj school.

Ho!

Ho!

And Ho!

Keep going this day.

Ho!

Ho!

Get set!

Ho!

Ho!

Gravesj!

We all did our best, God knows, but we were severely weakened by our training.

There were no match for the St. Anthony's boys, many of whom had hopped internationally.

As we headed into the mountains, the rocks began to take their toll of young vaudies,

ravaged by three terms of athletes' foot and dobeezie.

After 12 and a half miles, I saw Venna of 5A fall and die of exhaust.

And after 17 miles, he was joined by absolute, Credworth, P.E., Spitwell, Emmerson and Zappa Major.

I knew that my own time would soon be up.

On the 21st mile, a wave of darkness swept over me.

I could go no further.

This was it.

Well, hello there, you sniveling little creep.

Hello, school bully.

Look, you little toad.

I'm sorry about getting you into this spot.

Oh, the hob.

It'll be all right.

Right?

Of course it worked, you pathetic little twat.

You would have asked the course, nobody from Greybridge ever had.

So I've got something here that might help a little bit.

Now then, you just have a little sniff of that.

Well, it's a sort of smelling sort.

I just...

Well, yes, you do. You just sniff it.

Shh.

God.

You're not.

You're not.

Yes, I... I hope to keep you on your foot for a bit.

Well, good luck.

There's a million on the taverns at this point.

I didn't know what race would give me.

But the mountains looked wonderful that day.

Huge, grey-green monsters grappled with the black, Satan-like demons and the cliffs and crowds.

I could hear sheep talking and the grass reciting pooch.

My father always said Nancy was long something when he explored Greenland.

And now I could understand the fact that the mountains are not there.

But the mountains look wonderful that day.

Huge, grey-green monsters grappled with the black, Satan-like demons and the cliffs and crowds.

And now I could understand it.

I felt I could hop forever.

My mother. Is she in? I must see her.

I'm afraid she's busy, sir.

I don't care. I must see her.

She's playing tennis, sir.

Thank you.

Do you want a bit?

No.

Oh.

Mommy.

Joe, Canton!

Why not hold me mixture bowedly?

Lord Mr. Plodman, what a service.

What about you? What about the house? I find here.

Look, you can't just let your schooling go, Tonkinson.

You owe it to me. And you owe it to your father.

Mommy, you can't send me back to that prison.

Now, don't be silly, dear.

You don't want it slightly torture you and beat you and you and me.

Very nice, dear.

Mother, I'm never, ever going back.

Now, listen.

Oh, hey.

Before your father started out on that last paper,

early, dear.

I made a song that I would always, always keep you at school.

Just let me go and see him. He'll understand.

Do you, dear, fool, dear? He's at the other end of the earth.

So, round of five million square miles of uncharted ice and sand.

Tonnets, do you think you're fine with him?

Well, you've got his interest.

Yes.

But I couldn't give it to you, dear.

Mother, I...

He made me promise, never to reveal his whereabouts to a member of the press.

But I know, though.

But no.

Let us go back to the grave, Richard.

As he would have wanted.

And I must get on with the gardening.

Surely.

Yes, I'm a rule bar for the journey.

Goodbye, Tonnetson.

Tonnetson.

Sorry. Tonnetson.

Bye, mother.

Oh, hey!

Who is this?

So, who's this man?

Not you.

Get off!

Yes, get your hands off, right, mother.

Tomkinson!

Daddy.

And, er...

Sorry, I'm late, bully.

I was a detained at press.

Heard the good news.

Have you, Tonkinson, won the hop?

Yes, yes, yes, jolly good.

Yes, yes, yes, it is, er...

Jolly, er...

Jolly good.

Are you going anywhere, bully?

Yes, I've been offered a job at Eaton.

At Eaton?

Yes, Easton, you have heard of it, haven't you?

Silly little headmaster.

Yes, yes, yes.

Of course, bully.

See, there school bully is left to join the government.

He offered me the job.

It's £1,000 a year.

Meals sent up from London.

A house in France during prep.

And insurance cover and all boys damaged.

I'm sorry, sir, girl.

Look, boy, you got you.

I'll just leave like this, you know.

I mean, parents send their boys to Grebri's just to be bullied by you.

I'm afraid that's your problem, you scruffy little creature.

Well, look, look, look, look, look, look.

Listen, let's not be easy about this.

Let's think about it.

I mean, Grebri's just got a good name for bullying.

Well, you couldn't appoint somebody else, you know.

But you can't do this to me.

You know there's no one in the school.

You're, you're stink.

You're effortless, almost superhuman.

Tomkins.

I was going to make it head of school.

Oh, come on.

Now, he deserves more than that.

I mean, after all, he's the only one we've had who's ever won the hop.

Goodbye, Suki.

Yes, yes, yes.

He won the hop, but, but bully.

Bullying.

He doesn't do the thing, you know what I mean?

And do you think he's up to it?

And do you think he's up to it?

As I cycled back to the leafy English countryside towards Grebri's,

a thousand memories crowded into my mind.

Of the horrors that had blinded my life there,

and the lives of so many of my friends and companions,

that was to ruin my life for three more years.

How did the system like that ever change?

There was no hope left.

Here he comes!

Come on, boys.

Down straight, come on.

He's here.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

First, I couldn't believe what was happening.

It's slowly I realized.

Perhaps there was a chance to change Grebri's.

White, because of Thompson, hip-hop.

Hey!

Hip-hop!

Hey!

Hey, babe!

And for some reason, it was being offered to me.

You're a good show, Tom Kinson.

But of course, I knew I would have to do it in easy stages.

Call this school bully, you gossing little toad.

LAUGHTER

Joy and Gurney.

I knew you'd make a go of it, Tom Kinson.

Tom Kinson, cluff ears.

LAUGHTER

Sorry, school bully.

Let's all sing the school song.

My school, my soul.

Oh, bravely she stands, long, steep in the memories.

All times changing at sets.

APPLAUSE

Oh, this is his selfie.

Let's hear that D. Give for the Star Wars guitar grabout for Karate.

Sounds new Frank.

All we have to do is get a dollar off and illuminating a Filipino 14-Todayana.

Looks up like Jason K

Is a Absolutely ridiculous new look toased the men in this country.

Da- ka- ka!

More!?

Indeed.

I hooked up with you so much.