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(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- [Crowd] Amberson, Amberson.

Amberson, Amberson!

Amberson, Amberson!

Amberson, Amberson!

(triumphant music) (men yelling)

- [Announcer] 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.

(triumphant music)

- [Audley] In your dreams, charity case.

(students laughing)

- [Vickers] Sit down, freak.

(people chattering)

(bell ringing)

(crows cawing)

(whistle whistling)

(crows cawing)

Jeffries.

Audley. - Yes!

- [Vickers] Robinson.

- [Winchester] Birtles.

- [Vickers] Banham.

- [Winchester] Aitken.

- [Vickers] Dale Harris.

- [Winchester] Aitken.

- Vickers] Howard.

- [Winchester] Huxley.

- [Amberson] Dear Father.

- [Vickers] Bishop.

- [Amberson] Haven't heard from you in a while.

So, just a quick update from the front.

- [Vickers] Montegue.

- [Winchester] Bingham.

- [Vickers] Bratby.

- [Amberson] This week I tried out for Streamers.

- [Winchester] Boothe.

- [Vickers] Johnson.

- Hm.

- [Amberson] It went well, actually.

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

- Gunderson.

- [Amberson] 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?

- [Boys] 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?

- [Audley] Like Amberson's dad.

- [Huggins] Why do you want to play for the Founders XI?

- [Boys] Greatness, sir!

- Let the trials begin!

(boys yelling)

- 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!

(whistle whistling)

(boys yelling)

- [Amberson] 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.

- [Amberson] 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.

(dramatic music)

(boys yelling)

- [Amberson] 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.

(boys shouting)

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

(whistle whistling)

Yet.

(boys groaning)

I may need a mouth guard.

- Jackhammer, good.

(boys groaning) (Amberson yelling)

(body thuds)

- [Amberson] 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.

(boys yelling)

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.

(boys yelling)

- [Amberson] And today I did just that.

(dramatic music)

- Boast in flight.

Boast.

(boast thuds) (Amberson groans)

- Touch it down!

(boys yelling)

Touch it down to the goal!

Touch it down!

Touch it down!

(water gurgling)

- 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.

(Amberson groaning)

(boys laughing)

What will be, will be

And so is again

- [Boy] Lovely shot.

(boy groans) - Birdie.

(gates clanging)

(keys rattling)

(boys snoring)

(water splashing) (Amberson gasping)

- [Vickers] Fill her up.

Back by seven.

(bell ringing)

Pleb!

- [Boys] Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up!

(gentle music)

(Amberson groaning)

(bucket rattling)

(Amberson groaning)

- Drat.

(upbeat music)

(Amberson groaning)

(bucket rattling) (water splashing)

(Amberson groaning)

- 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?

(books thudding)

Oh.

You must really love this book. (laughs)

- My father wrote it.

(engine revving)

(hisses)

(bucket rattling)

(gentle music) (bucket squeaking)

- 250 years ago, Sir Thomas Calder.

- [Boys] The founder!

(feet thudding)

- Built his school on a few simple principles.

Sir Thomas-- - The founder!

(feet thudding)

- Believed in team spirit, loyalty, discretion,

knowing when to dominate and knowing when to submit.

You must remake the world in the Caldermount image.

- [Boys] The founder!

(feet thudding)

- Dunkirk, Agincourt, The Opium Wars.

The Swan of Avon, India, trains,

internal combustion, Caldermount.

- Viva Caldermount.

- [Boys] The founder!

(feet thudding)

(bright music)

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, (fingers snap) what did Mr. Knobs teach you last.

- Saint-Exupery, monsieur.

- Saint-Exupery.

Excuse me.

(imitating gun firing)

(boys laughing)

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.

- [Johnson] Is this curriculum, sir.

- Curriculum?

What is your name?

- Johnson.

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

(upbeat music)

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

- Go to hell.

- He whispered to the--

- To the whimpering pimp.

Whimpering pimp.

- Right.

- [Chaplain] Left, left, left, right.

(fist thuds)

- The bad woman is a blonde horse?

(boys laughing)

- 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. (fingers snapping)

You. (fingers snapping)

(fingers snapping)

(throat clearing)

(gentle music)

(box thudding) (people chattering)

(boys laughing)

- Well boys. - Oh, no.

- Silence. - Oh yes.

- [Babinot] So, phonetics.

(people chattering) (bright music)

- [Boy] If she's looking for action,

she's come to the right place.

- [Neckbrace] I'm just saying,

women prefer a Roger Moore to a Sean Connery.

- [Boy] Mum says I'm extremely charming.

- [Boy] French girls are famously filthy.

Zero moral fiber.

- [Boy] They all have cats,

but you're not allowed to touch them

unless you buy them dinner.

- [Boy] If she's not Rosa Luxembourg, I'm not interested.

- [Boy] My money's on Winchester everyday.

- Amberson, Amberson!

Your old man's in the blower.

- Dad?

- [Agnes] Come to my house at midnight.

I need to see you.

- Who is this?

(phone buzzing)

(upbeat music)

(Amberson sighing)

(boys snoring)

Bonsoir Agnes

Deux camparis, s'il vous plait

(clock ticking)

Bollocks.

(Amberson sighs)

(Amberson gasping)

(Amberson grunting)

- Why didn't you come last night?

I waited for you.

Don't run away from me.

What, oh. (sighs)

- I've got to get back by seven.

- But, please, one minute.

- [Amberton] I.

What do you want with me.

- [Agnes] 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.

(slaps thudding) (boys groaning)

(boy laughing)

(blow thudding) (boy groaning)

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.

(bright music)

(imitates cannon booming)

- [All] Whoa!

(boys laughing)

(bucket rattling)

- [Boy] Halt!

- [Boy] Don't move!

- [Boy] Freeze, I said, freeze!

- [Birtle] Move!

(engine revving)

- Bogey in the red zone.

Bogey in the red zone.

This is not a drill.

What have you got there, boy.

- [Amberson] 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.

(blow thuds) (Amberson yelps)

- Good shot, Lance Corporal.

(engine revving) (reverse signal beeping)

(upbeat music)

(door knocking)

- Are you cognizant with the dire consequences

of wasting my damn time?

- I have something for Winchester.

(Amberson groans)

- [Birtles] Can you referee a wrestling bout?

- [Amberson] You're joking.

- [Nelson] Does he look like he's joking.

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

- Well then you'll have to compete.

- (laughing) 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.

(boy howling) (boys laughing)

- [Nelson] You bloody hoondog.

Classic winch.

- Guys, please.

- All bets are off

Naturellement.

- [Nelson] Come on Birtles.

- [Birtles] Come on, let's tell the others.

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

(boys moaning)

- So, this lady--

- [Amberson] Agnes, she gave this to me.

- To you.

- To give to you.

- To me?

- To you.

- Why?

- [Amberson] I think she like you.

- Me? - You.

(Chinese star thuds)

- Why?

- I have no idea.

- Hang on.

Is it a porno.

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

(machine clicking)

(singing in foreign language)

(machine whirring)

- 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.

(boys cheering)

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.

(both snickering)

Deal.

- Okay.

- [Boys] Winchy, Winchy, Winchy,

Winchy, Winchy, Winchy.

- Let's effing do it.

That babe ain't gonna know what hit her!

(boys cheering)

(imitating bazooka booming)

- Whew.

- [Boys] Here we go, here we go!

Winchy, Winchy.

(cheering)

- [Nelson] Go on, out.

- [Boys] Winchy, Winchy, Winchy!

(boys yelling) (boys groaning)

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

with a bunch of piss-poor jessies?

(boys yelling)

Stream crunch all of you.

- Sorry, sir.

Do you mind if I--

- [Huggins] Come here you old dog.

- Can I borrow Amberson?

- Amberson?

- Moving target.

- (laughing) Classic Winch-hunter General.

Amberson, you're excused.

- Go on, run.

(boys groaning)

- [Huggins] You stopped, why?

- I got this for Christmas.

When you need to enforce the offside trap,

accept no substitute.

- [Amberton] Cool.

- You think that's cool?

Pere Noel put this in my stocking.

It'll blow your effin' mind. (groans)

Pins in my face. (laughing)

It's my face.

But it's pins.

- Should we?

- Oh, yeah.

Let's get on with it.

- [Amberson] 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?

(upbeat music)

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.

("Riot in Cell Block Number Nine")

On July the 2nd, 1953

I was servin' time for armed robbery

- Perfect.

Really, that, that, that was great.

(Winchester laughing)

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.

(groans) 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.

(machine whirring)

There's a riot goin' on

(machine whirring)

There's a riot goin' on

(machine clicking)

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

(Amberson groaning)

(metal banging) (footsteps thudding)

(upbeat music)

(metal banging) (Amberson groaning)

(blows thudding) (man groaning)

(window squeaking) (Amberson moaning)

- It's stupid, I'm nervous.

- He gave me this to give to you.

- [Agnes] Hide, I'm coming back!

(Amberson moaning)

(TV chattering)

- [Announcer] Inter agency memo bracket.

- [Announcer] Sort of like to keep it that way,

if you catch my drift.

You already call your own.

(footsteps tapping)

- [Amberson] Sorry, sorry.

- Oh, it's okay,

it's just scenographie design.

(head thuds) (Amberson groans)

- 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.

(Babinot gasps)

- A Doll's House is about a women

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

(door knocking) - Agnes!

(Agnes gasps)

(Amberson whimpering)

(both laughing)

- I'm getting used to it.

(body thuds)

(Amberson groaning)

- [Agnes] Are you okay?

(Amberson moaning)

See you.

- [Amberson] Good night.

(window squeaking)

(upbeat music)

On July the second, 1953

I was serving time

(gentle music)

(metal clanging) (people chattering)

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

(dramatic music)

- [Johnson] 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.

(bright music)

Morning, Winchy, Vickers, Dick.

He's talking to you. (throat clearing)

(bright music)

(Ambrose giggles)

- 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.

(doors clanging)

(phone whirring)

Tease her.

(phone clicking)

- Your cake was disgusting.

- Who the fuck is this?

(phone clicking)

Hello?

(dramatic music)

(phone clicking)

(phone ringing)

- [Agnes] 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? (laughs)

- Take me to the moon?

(Amberson snickering)

- God, she's a dirty little enigma.

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

How the hell are we gonna do that?

- [Amberson] 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. (laughs)

(discordant band music)

- Oh, uh, sorry, excuse me.

Excuse me!

Could the band come down to the cricket pavilion please.

(boys laughing)

- Piss off, Noodle.

- You heard what the man said.

Now.

(bright music)

(boys groaning)

- 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.

- [Amberson] 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?

- [Guest] I practically bathe in it.

(dramatic music)

- Three, two, one.

Go stars.

Action, moon dust.

(boy coughing)

And, action.

(metal clanging)

Cut! Cut!

- [Winchester] I'm all right.

- Three, two, one.

(dramatic music)

(machine whooshing)

(dramatic music)

- [Winchester] 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.

(discordant band music) (metal clanging)

Three, cut, cut, cut.

(Winchester sighs)

So the results are pretty mixed.

- Unless you like slapstick.

- [Amberson] And I need to re-sync your dialogue.

- [Winchester] 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.

(people chattering)

(bright music) (fists thudding)

(radio whirring)

(radio beeping)

- [Winchester] What's the line again?

- [Amberson] Cut.

(boys chanting)

- Hey, have you seen Winchester?

- [Nelson] Saw him heading off

over the games field with his guitar.

- [Amberson] Oh, Christ.

(Babinot wheezing)

- [Announcer] We're going to line two.

Keck, hi, Keck.

Hello, line two.

Keck, are you there?

(radio clicking)

(gentle guitar music)

- 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 (groans) ♪

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--

- [Agnes] 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.

- The young suitor.

- As Troubadour. - As Troubadour.

- An aperitif.

- A pair of teeth.

- To the main event.

- To the main event.

("The Blue Danube")

(Agnes giggling)

- [Huggins] That's my lad.

That's my spitfire. (laughing)

- 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.

- [Amberson] I'm a likable guy.

- In a weird way.

(Amberson huffing)

("The Blue Danube")

(dog barking)

(cassette clicking)

- Here, boy.

Amberson!

- Yes, sir, how are you, sir.

- [Huggins] What are you doing out here?

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

- [Huggins] 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!

- [Huggins] You little degenerate.

- [Babinot] Huggins, how can I work like this?

- This boy's spying on your daughter.

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

- [Huggins] Hey!

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

(fist thuds) (Amberson groans)

(dog barking)

- [Huggins] Spitfire!

(dog growling)

(blow thuds) (dog whimpering)

(bell clanging)

- 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.

(door thuds)

So tell me who was in that room?

(clock ticking)

Hello, Mr. Amberson.

- [Mr. Amberson] Good evening, Headman.

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

- [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.

- [Mr. Amberson] Listen, maybe you think

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

- Whom, Mr. Amberson.

- [Mr. Amberson] Whom did you see?

(clock ticking)

- I don't know.

- Double bucket run, technical suspension,

50 hours in the kennels.

You have one last chance, Amberson.

Viriliter Age.

- [Mr. Amberson] Thank you, Headman.

(man growling) (Ambrose screeching)

- [Nelson] 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.

(Birtles sighs)

(Amberson whimpering)

(triumphant music)

- You didn't snitch, Amberson.

We respect that.

- [Winchester] 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.

- [Boys] 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.

- [Boys] Bulldogs, Bulldogs!

(soft jazzy music)

(engine puttering)

- Laura.

(water splashing)

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

(doorbell ringing)

- How do, neighbor. (laughs)

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. (laughs)

There'll be cheese.

- (laughs) No, thanks.

(upbeat music)

- [Winchester] On Founders Day, we're going to make history,

boys, because we are effin' warriors!

- [Boys] Yeah!

- Come on.

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

- [Boy] 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.

- [Boys] Yeah!

- Yeah!

(Huggins whistling)

(boys groaning) (boys shouting)

- 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.

- [Agnes] 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.

(gentle music)

(throat clears)

- Sorry.

- Henry's a good writer.

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

- Yeah, Winch is a very poetic guy.

(gentle music)

- 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.

(Amberson snorts)

What?

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

Souls.

- Don't do that.

Don't pretend to be a (snorts) piggy English fool.

- Sorry.

(gentle music)

Where are we going, by the way?

(engine puttering)

- 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.

(gentle music) (Amberson laughs)

- What about your first kiss?

- Ah.

(singing in foreign language)

- [Agnes] The theater gave me a job.

- [Amberson] What did your dad say?

- [Agnes] He doesn't know.

I'm going to say, "Yes."

- [Amberson] What about Winch?

- [Agnes] He can come with me.

- [Amberson] But what if he can't?

(people chattering)

(upbeat jazzy music)

- 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?"

(Agnes sighs)

(dramatic music)

(people chattering) (guns firing)

(audience applauding)

(smooth jazzy music)

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

(engines revving)

(guns booming)

(audience cheering) (audience applauding)

(dramatic music)

(engine puttering)

(plane booming)

(crowd groaning)

(dramatic music)

- [Man] 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.

(Agnes whispering)

(plane booming)

(audience cheering)

- Whoa!

- [Hood] There's a girl over there?

- Huh?

- Over there.

- [Man] There it is.

(movie chattering)

- Get Amberson.

Now.

(guns firing)

You could get me expelled.

- I had to see you.

(guns firing)

(engines revving)

(audience cheering)

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.

(gentle music)

But, I will still love you.

So meet me at the Norfolk tonight at 10.

And let's go to Berlin.

(engines puttering) (man chattering)

(gentle music)

- You there, boy. - Hey!

You there, stop!

(dam booming) (audience cheering)

(alarm blaring) (boys groaning)

- Stop! (whistle whistling)

- [Vickers] 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.

(Amberson whimpering)

- Do you really think so?

- [Winchester] 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.

(people chattering)

(footsteps tapping)

- Quiet!

Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, gentlemen,

lest I cry havoc and loose the dogs of war.

- [Vickers] Break, come on move it!

(whistles whistling) (people chattering)

(people chattering) (upbeat music)

- Starlight Express, you will not believe your eyes.

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

(people chattering)

- Adrian. - Goodnight.

- Tower. - Goodnight.

- Two-stroke. - Goodnight, Huggins.

- Skids. - Goodnight.

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

You're a balls to the wall legend.

(engines puttering)

(dog barking) (bright music)

(Amberson sighs)

(glass clattering)

(phone ringing)

- [Nelson] 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.

(dramatic music)

(bright music)

(engine puttering)

- Pint of bitter, please.

- ID? - Pint of lemonade, please.

(bicycle rattling)

(people chattering)

(bright music)

(bicycle rattling)

(Ambrose gasping)

- 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.

- (laughs) 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.

(dramatic music)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(Winchester moaning)

(tires screeching)

(Winchester laughing)

- Shit!

(car crashing)

- [Headman] Oh, my bloody car!

(alarm blaring)

(gentle music)

- Yeah.

Yep.

(footsteps tapping)

- 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.

- [Huggins] 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!

(men groaning)

(keys rattling)

(footsteps tapping)

(gentle music)

- Yeah.

(footsteps tapping)

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.

(trunk rumbling)

Compadre, tell her the truth.

(trunk rumbling)

(gentle music)

(engine puttering)

(door thudding)

(people chattering)

- You're on the team, Amberson.

Do it for Caldermount.

(bright band music)

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah ♪ (people chattering)

For the Lord God omnipotent reigneth

- [Vickers] Hello, Dad, how was Geneva?

(upbeat music)

- [Chaplain] Left, left, left, right, left.

Heads up.

(gentle music)

- 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.

- [Boy] Get a move on, Amberson.

- [Photographer] Smile.

(camera clicks)

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

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

- Founders Scratch versus the Old Boys XI.

(glass crashing) (men howling)

This is it.

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

(crowd cheering)

Have you ever

Have you ever

Seen Huggins with a bird, with a bird

Seen Huggins with a bird ♪ - Great banter.

Great British banter.

(whistle whistling)

- Theirs is not to reason why.

- [All] Theirs is but to do and die.

(crowd cheering)

(Johnson whimpering)

- [Huggins] Commence the jackhammer.

(Johnson whimpering)

- [Man] Come on!

- [All] Come on, men.

(Johnson whimpering)

- [All] Come on, men.

Fair ball, doorknob.

(Johnson whimpering)

(men shouting) (men groaning)

(audience cheering)

- Stupid guy.

(men groaning) (men yelling)

- Come on! - Ball!

- Go on. (men groaning)

- Come on!

- Boast!

(crowd cheering)

(dramatic whooshing)

(water splashing)

(crowd cheering)

- [Man] Touch the ball down!

For God's sake.

- Come on!

- Score it you fool.

- [Man] Come on, touch the ball down!

- [Man] Touch the ball down!

(gentle music)

(engine puttering)

(bright music)

(gate bell ringing)

(train whooshing)

(gate clanging)

- [Amberson] Agnes, Agnes!

Hey.

(train horn blaring)

- It was you?

(hand slaps)

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.

- [Amberson] The boys in Nantes?

- I made them up.

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

- Of what?

- Life. (laughs)

- [Announcer] Final call for all passengers.

(gentle music)

- Shut your eyes.

(train bell clanging)

- Come on!

- Score it you, fool.

- [Huggins] Boast!

(crowd cheering)

(Huggins whimpering)

(crowd shouting)

(gentle music)

(water splashing)

(gentle music)

- [Amberson] 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.

(light happy music)

(singing in foreign language)

(upbeat music)

(singing in foreign language)

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