BEE GEES: In The morning ♪ In the morning, when the moon is at its rest,
♪ You will find me, at the time I love the best,
♪ watching rainbows play on sunlight;
♪ Pools of water, ice from cold nights; in the morning...
♪ 'Tis the morning of my life.
♪ In the daytime, I will meet you as before:
♪ you will find me waiting by the ocean floor,
♪ building castles in the shifting sand
♪ in a world that no one understands;
♪ in the morning...
♪ 'Tis the morning of my life.
♪ In the evening, I will fly you to the moon
♪ to the top right-hand corner of the ceiling in my room
♪ where we'll stay, until the sun shines
♪ another day, to swing on clothes lines;
♪ may I be yawning...
♪ 'Tis the morning of my life.
♪ In the morning...
Forward... halt!
Attention!
Take length!
Have you been drinking, Ornshaw?
Oh no, sir!
Have you been drinking whiskey, Ornshaw?
No, sir! Bronch. Bronchial balsam. Cough syrup.
Smells like whiskey to me, Ornshaw.
Bad cough, sir.
Now this, Ornshaw, this is what you call a clean uniform:
sparkling lapelle pins, crisp white haversack,
highly buffered belt, immaculate crosswork...
It's a credit to you, lad. It must have taken you hours.
My mother did it, sir.
Ah, yes. We had your mother in here yesterday telling us all about you.
Latimer, isn't it? It's so nice to have a better class of recruit in the ranks.
It's her idea; I don't really know what I'm doing here.
Tell your mother she done a first class job.
Danny? Danny, Mummy's here!
Would any of your friends like a lift, darling?
Oh, I wouldn't mind.
You sure we're going your way?
'Course you are; honest!
From 'round here, are we?
Oh yeah, just... on the corner will do fine.
Thank you.
Come on, darling.
Morning, Dad.
Number 14's got a "For Sale" board up. Number 14.
For sale.
Oh, not the one with the Pakistani lodger? Or whatever he is.
No, I don't think so. No.
Ah, a few more paint jobs and we'll have a proper little Kings Row.
Y'know, I was only thinking the other day, we've got two architects
living in the row; two accountants—three, of course, counting yourself, Neville—
Oh, and then of course, there's the two actors.
A couple of pansies, they are.
Oh, we don't know that, Neville, do we?
I went to the BB this morning.
What, lad? G'morning...
BB.
How was it?
Not bad.
Good.
What does it stand for, BB?
Boys Brigade, Neville. You know what BB is.
Thought that had died out years ago.
Love, do you, eh, do you really think it's good for him to be going to all that sort of thing?
Honestly, it gets quite comical, the things you... thrust on him.
Oh, Nev, it's important for him to meet all sorts of people.
Nev, I think I'll cook something special for Wednesday.
Oh, by the way, I've invited, uh, Betty and George over for dinner.
Might be quite nice.
Yes, be quite nice for Daniel too; a nice grown up dinner party...
It's about time he started to mix with our friends.
What the... hell are you doing?
You... set it on fire!
How— Oh, how could you!?
Damn good job at roasting the supplement if that's all!
Now, no, don't get hysterical, Neville. Daniel, off to your room!
It's you! I'm sure it's you and your damn stupid ideas that you've blown all over the bloody shop!
You're not such a shining influence on him yourself, you know.
Not a shining influence at all!
What ha' you got, love?
Oh, can— Can I have one of those, please? A gold fish, please?
Sorry, love, not for this. See if you got anything else at home, 'ey?
Ah, that's more like it.
There we are, a nice sun tan one for you.
Danny, you really are terribly naughty.
Now what'd you want to go and do a thing like that—
Darling, what's that supposed to be?
Not quite finished yet. Still needs quite a bit of work on the chest.
But darling, you used to do nice pictures of Grandma and for the giraffe at the zoo.
Oh, and do you remember that nice police man you painted?
But I've done all those things; I want to try something new.
Darling, where on Earth did you get this?
Oh, boy gave it to me at school.
I wanted to paint a nude. I didn't quite know what they look like.
So he gave me this.
This's got a very nice face.
Oh, darling, did Daddy break your rocket?
Nevermind. Let's see if we can fix it.
But it's mine, Mum, if I may have it, please...
No, no, darling, you can fix your rocket; let Mummy have it... Come on, let me—
Oh! Oh, darling, you're lovely!
Ah, nevermind.
Now you fix your rocket, and I'll do an early lunch, and I'll come up and help you, all right?
Splash down after lunch, then.
Melody, are you still in there playing that bloody silly penny whistle?
Yes, and it's not a penny whistle, it's a recorder.
Anyway, Miss Fairfax says I've got to practice.
I don't care what she said; if you don't come out of there, love, I shall bust myself.
To make yourself useful, go down to the pub and ask your dad for some money for ice cream;
else you won't get no sweets.
Bee Gees - Melody Fair ♪ Who is the girl with the crying face
♪ looking at millions of signs?
♪ She knows that life is a running race;
♪ her face shouldn't show any signs.
♪ Melody fair, won't you comb your hair?
♪ You can be beautiful too.
♪ Melody fair, remember you're only a woman.
♪ Melody fair, remember you're only a girl.
♪ Who is the girl at the window pane
♪ watching the rain falling down?
♪ Melody, life isn't like the rain;
♪ it's just like a merry-go-round.
♪ Melody fair, won't you comb your hair?
♪ You can be beautiful too.
♪ Melody fair, remember you're only a woman.
♪ Melody fair, remember you're only a girl.
The Jewish boys may now leave for private study.
O'Leary, Ornshaw...
O'Leary, I trust you've informed the holy Father of your sudden change of faith.
As for you, Ornshaw, you may rush to your matzos after my lesson.
"And Jesus said: 'Take up thy bed and walk.'"
Now, does anyone know the name of the man our Lord was referring to?
What, does anyone know which of the disciples were with Jesus at the time?
Does anyone know who the disciples were?
Does anybody know who Jesus was?
Robert Sinclair, she fancies you!
I don't.
That was your boyfriend, Muriel?
Do you kiss boys, Muriel?
Of course, if I like him enough.
Aren't you frightened?
Oh, why should I be frightened?
It's quite nice when you get used to it.
How long do you kiss for, Muriel?
Depends how I feel; five minutes, sometimes.
World record!
You're lucky, Muriel.
How did you do it? You know, the first time you ever kissed a boy?
Don't know, really... Never used to kiss boys.
I always thought kissing would bring babies.
'Cause they're boys, Muriel?
Could you spare me one?
Well now, today we're going to cover WIC.
Wellington's Iberian Campaign.
Now to make things easy for you in the exams, I am going to give you a little memory maxim.
"Saucy Turtles Make Terrible Bath Mats, Charlie."
The S stands for the landing at Serena, T is for the battle at Talavera.
M is the advance to Madrid, T is the line to the Torres, plus B is the battle at Butaco, M is the French general Mussein, Nand C is the battle of Curano.
Yes, Ornshaw?
Sir, what was Wellington doing in Spain in the first place?
Because, Ornshaw. He was. That's why.
I'm sorry, sir, but I don't understand why.
Now don't be impudent, Ornshaw. I can't keep the brighter boys behind just because of you laggers back!
So put your hand down and keep quiet.
This is supposed to be a history lesson, not Twenty Questions.
All right, now all of you take this down. Roman Numeral One: "Saucy Turtles Make Terrible Bath Mats, Charlie."
Hey, look: a bloody spy.
There.
Go on, coolie, buzz off.
Up it; go on up it.
We don't want you here; it's confidential.
Yes, it's confidential.
Shove off, will you?
Oh, leave him alone, he's all right.
I let him know my secrets; not lightly.
No, you'd better not let him learn your secrets.
Look, it's not bloody Cape Kennedy, you know; it's only an Ovaltine can with a bit of weed killer in it.
It's not! I'll show you. Hold it.
Ow, you're balmy! That'll never work!
Take cover!
You don't have to go amid, do you?
Should, really; don't see why, though.
Be nice to go somewhere.
I've got an hour. We could go out west if you like.
It'd only take about an hour. Hey, watch who you're pushing!
We'll be there and back within an hour.
Bee Gees - Give Your Best ♪ I'm just a clown that used to run around;
♪ I used to have a million friends.
♪ I used to start where everybody ends,
♪ but I just give my best to my friends.
♪ I've done my shows, everybody knows;
♪ I nearly sold all my clothes.
♪ One man can give, another has to lend,
♪ so I just give my best to my friends. (And so you should!)
♪ And when you think that your life isn't right,
♪ you know the day isn't always like night.
♪ You've had your peace; now it's time for you to fight.
♪ Just give your best to your friends.
♪ I'm just a clown that used to run around;
♪ I used to have a million friends.
♪ I used to start where everybody ends,
♪ so I just give my best to my friends.
♪ And when you think that your life isn't right,
♪ you know the day isn't always like night.
♪ You've had your peace; now it's time for you to fight.
♪ Just give your best to your friends.
♪ And when you think that your life isn't right,
♪ you know the day isn't always like night.
♪ You've had your peace; now it's time for you to fight.
♪ Just give your best to your friends.
♪ And just give your best to your friends.
You got the time?
Um, ten past five.
You got to be joking! You can't get a taxi!
They cost a fortune.
I've only got one or two.
Keep the change.
Be seeing you, then.
I suppose you've seen the film down at the Odeon?
What, the centurion one?
No, the space one.
If you like, you could come to tea, and then we can go and see it.
No, I can't, I've got to go home.
I reckon I could get the money for both of us.
My Uncle George came to tea last Sunday.
He always leaves me some money.
We could use that if you like.
No, I can't. I've got to go; see you.
It's that easy, really; I can easy get some more money.
Look, I don't want your bloody money; now go on, buzz off!
Look, it's not that I don't want to go with you.
I have to go home. It's my grandad.
He goes mad if I don't get his rotten sausages on the boil.
It's my grandad.
Can't anyone else do it?
Perhaps we can go another night.
I'm sure my mum would come 'round and give you a hand.
No, she'd have a nightmare if she saw our place.
She's always talking about people like
She'd come 'round, I know.
Help with the washing up and put your grandad's sausages on.
He'd have a heart attack if your old lady came 'round.
You think she would?
I'm sure.
He could do with a heart attack. It'd do him good!
Girls, we have three ardent admirers of the dance.
Maureen, Peggy, Muriel; come here, would you?
Right. Now, girls, perhaps you'll take the gentlemen through their paces. Miss, pourquoi, continue.
One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two. Arms up please, gentlemen.
One, two, three. Arms up, gentlemen, or Mister Dicks will have to hear about this little escapade.
Boys, energy, energy; use your bodies. Think of Najinsky.
Free yourselves.
Use your bodies, girls. Gracefully, gracefully.
Someone's watching us!
Mummy, you did promise; and his grandfather's a very old man. You did say you would.
Oh, I know I promised, darling, but all this imagines a meeting at a moment's instant,
and Mummy's simply got to go. I can't do it now, can I?
You do understand, darling, don't you?
Perhaps another day, sweetie.
Kiss Mummy goodbye.
Now don't watch too much television, and wash that cup up for me sweetie, will you?
She couldn't come.
She had to go to a stupid old meeting.
It was rather urgent, though.
But I've come instead.
So I'll help you put the... grandad's dinner on, and do the washing up. Anything you like.
I will not start assembly until I have quiet.
Quiet!
We will now sing hymn number...
...65 in your hymn book.
♪ Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
♪ Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee.
♪ Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and mighty!
♪ God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
♪ Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
♪ casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea.
♪ Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
♪ Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Daniel, run this note over to Mister Dicks for me, would you, please?
So I said, "If he's ready for a partnership, well so am I!"
Well, he can't be more than, ah, 28, 29, can he?
No... I remember when he was Daniel's age.
Well, it's absolutely amazing the things one hears during... during socials...
Well, eat your salad, darling. Come on.
How are you getting on at school, Daniel?
Oh, wonderfully, wonderfully, aren't you, darling. Come on, eat up, eat up.
I mean, for instance, there's this Mrs. Murphy, comes visiting every Thursday;
just two rooms in Packington Street.
Here, I want some bread.
Eight children!
Not French bread, I don't like French bread.
I don't know how you do it.
—What do you say to her?N—I want white bread.
I don't know about this relation, but you can't say I haven't stuck to it.
Can't say that. N: —I...I'm not stuck to it either.
—I'm so oblivious to it. N: —To the swallow?
Look, he doesn't like brown French bread either.
—'Tisn't the swallow, it's the birth control. N: —He hasn't eaten his.
She thinks all she has to do is... ask God for help.
And her troubles will go with praying.
Just by putting her hands together.
Not really the hands she's to put together.
Neville, not in front of Daniel, darling.
Well, fetch a cloth, sweetheart, quickly.
Well, it's not her fault, really, it's her religion.
It's that Pope again.
Can I have your plates, please?
His Holiness gets the credit for every unexpected baby that arrives between here and Camden town.
Do you know they honestly think that family planning is done in Heaven?
Oh, Daniel, darling, you haven't finished your dinner.
Lovely dinner, darling.
Neville, if I put the car in, do I get the double relief?
Darling, is that you?
Yes, darling, it's me.
Although I can't see you, somehow, something deep inside me tells me that you're there.
Darling, I'll always be there.
You will, darling... Promise you will?
Of course I will.
You know, it's funny... lying here.
Makes one think of... all sorts of things.
Did you remember to get your pink dress in the cleaners, love?
No, I forgot.
Oh, I don't know; you'll forget your head one of these days, you will. Really!
The man made me forget.
What man?
The man in the raincoat in the cemetary.
The cemetary?
In the cemetary? I thought I told you not to go there.
What did he do?
Nothing.
What do you mean, nothing? He— He didn't touch you, did he?
What do you mean?
Did he... touch you?
No... Well, not really.
What do you mean, did he touch you or didn't he?
No, he didn't... touch me.
Well, what did he do?
Did he show you anything?
What sort of thing?
Did he show you his legs?
Oh, yes.
Oh, my God...
I saw his legs, all right.
Now tell me what happened. I'll kill him! Where is he? Is he still there?
Mum, tell me some turns to a police station.
Oh no, he's not there now.
Well, where is he then?
He ran away.
The brick nearly hit him.
What brick?
Did you throw a brick?
Oh no, the boy did.
The boy with the green ears and the ginger mustache
with the spear running through his head, wearing frogman's flippers with a machine gun.
This is no joke, my girl. You put the fear of God into me.
It's a good job your father's not here; you'd get a bloody good hiding!
That's the most wicked thing I've ever heard.
Now you can go to your room; you're getting a bit, too, licking.
I should've had my mouth washed out with soap awful if I'd told fibs like that at your age.
Goodness knows I should!
He's not got green ears at all, Gran. He's quite a nice boy, really.
Do you think I could sit next to you?
Well, I don't know; my friend Maureen normally sits there.
Our lover boy!
—Right, go, move over! N: —Oh, shut up!
Want some?
Yes, I see you when you walk down the street,
and I'm thinking, oh, I wish we could meet.
Though I haven't made you look my way,
I'm working on it night and day.
Oh, I'd like to take you out for a ride
on my bike. You... Yes, you fill me with pride.
Though our love is not yet here to stay,
I'm working on it night and day.
I bet you are thinking I'm just a shy guy nobody wants to know,
A bad turnout.
Gets worse every month.
Hey look what the whale's got. She thinks she knows it all.
but I'm saving all my loving for you.
That one's some. Dance with that girl.
I'm not dreaming; every word of it's true.
No, you won't get me out there, mate.
Come on, Ornshaw, sock it to me!
I can guarantee what you will say:
The man's got the nerve. Look at him: a grown man!
I'm working on it night and day.
Wish I'd it kempt; and neat. Why doesn't he stick to belting the life out of us all?
I bet you are thinking I'm just a shy guy nobody wants to know,
All his twentied rigmarole makes me sick!
She'll front you an orange drink; there's not many people really counting here.
but I'm saving all my loving for you.
Yeah, well, there's not many people here, is there?
I'm not dreaming; every word of it's true.
I mean, we'd be better off up west.
You know what, he'll be whacking us next thing, and "Hey Jude" at the same time.
I can guarantee what you will say:
I'm working on it night and day.
I mean, you don't know where you stand, do you? I mean, either they're headmasters or they're not.
I mean, why are they trying to be our friends?
I don't want him to be my friend, do you?
I've got to dance with her.
You're mad! What do you want to do that for?
She'll only say "Buzz off!" or something. She's a bit stuck up that way.
I mean, all this girl knows, since it's rubbish.
Girls are a load of snotty-nosed little so-and-sos.
Look, if I dance with her, will you dance with her friend?
Come off it; you got to be joking!
Come on, just this once.
Are you scared?
Well look; look! It looks as though she's wet herself.
All right, all right. All right.
My friend and I were wondering if you would like to—
Come on, do you want to dance?
You'd like to dance?
Come on, you want to bloody dance!?
♪ I bet you are thinking I'm just a shy guy nobody wants to know...
I don't think I want to dance with you, y'know; you don't dance very well.
What do you mean, I don't dance very well?
You dance stupid!
You big fat fool!
♪ Little darling, I have bought you a ring.
♪ I'll be calling; all my loving I'll bring.
♪ Though I haven't made you look my way,
♪ I'm working on it night and day,
♪ darling, working on it night and day.
Melody, the tea's ready.
Hurry up, love, your tidbits'll get cold.
I'm in the 440 yards; can't understand why.
Never ran more than 100 yards in my life.
I shouldn't have forged old Jenkins's signature on my card.
Well I'm in the 220. Wish I wasn't.
Rather be in the long jump; there no one can see you.
Make a fool of yourself in private.
Yeah, but that's not what that's always all about, is it?
I mean, you can't have people waving about winners if there's no burks like you and me,
running around making fools of ourselves, come in last.
I mean, some people are winners, and some people are losers.
Who says who's going to be what?
Don't ask me. That's all done before we get on this Earth. I mean: you see Him up there?
He says, eh, "You, you're going to be writ up on the triple jump..."
"...and you, you're going to be bloody useless!"
I mean, who landed me with her?
Him up there, when it. Once He's got it in for you, He's. You're right out the pictures.
Look, I don't know what you're worried about. You haven't got it that bad.
Why haven't I?
Well, take for instance... This: there's your painting; you're good at that.
There's your model making; you're good at that.
There's, eh, there's your stamp collection.
Now think of all the kids who'd like to have a stamp collection like yours.
That's just the trouble. I don't like stamps anymore.
Don't worry. We'll have the last laugh, and it's not "and Him" up there.
We'll jet this school, likely, give old Dicks over there the old V sign,
and shoo off and do whatever we want to do.
You mark my words, it'll happen before you can say "Jack Robinson."
Bee Gees - To Love Somebody ♪ There's a light,
♪ some kind of light,
♪ that's never shown on me.
♪ I want my life to be
♪ to live with you,
♪ lived with you...
♪ There's a way
everybody's say
♪ to do each and every little thing,
♪ but what does it bring,
♪ if I ain't got you,
♪ ain't got faith?
♪ Hey, babe!
♪ You don't know what it's like.
♪ Baby, you don't know what it's like
♪ to love somebody,
♪ to love somebody
♪ the way I love you.
♪ My friend,
♪ I see your face again;
♪ I know my friend's mind.
♪ You ain't got to be so blind!
♪ I'm glad;
♪ so, so, so glad
♪ I'm a man:
♪ can't you see what I am?
♪ I live and I breathe for you;
♪ but what good does it do,
♪ if I ain't got you,
♪ ain't got you?
♪ Hey, babe!
♪ You don't know what it's like.
♪ Baby, you don't know what it's like
♪ to love somebody,
♪ to love somebody
♪ the way I love you.
♪ (Oh, no, no!) You don't know what it's like.
♪ Baby, you don't know what it's like
♪ to love somebody,
♪ to love somebody
♪ the way I love you.
♪ (No, no, no, no, no, no, no!) You don't know what it's like.
♪ (You don't know what it's like!) You don't know what it's like
♪ to love somebody...
All right, open your Young Latin Scholars, Book One with the grey cover; page 27,
the section I asked you to prepare around the form.
Right, Latimer: read and translate, please.
Come on, Latimer. It is prepared homework.
Empres-"ee"ma, Latimer: "ee"ma, not "aye"ma.
Not "ass," Latimer: "ahs."
Lord knows, you should be able to pronounce that.
Right, Latimer. Translate, please.
Come on, Latimer, it should be prepared homework!
I'm afraid I haven't done it, sir.
Take two, Latimer. Versery, 3:30.
Translate, Ornshaw.
Got me a cold, sir.
Take two, Ornshaw. Versery, 3:30. Translate, Fensham.
Worrying? Don't worry about it! Stick with me, you'll be OK.
Ornshaw and Latimer. Come in, gentlemen.
Right, Romulus and Remus, stand over there.
Stand up, Ornshaw, lad, stand up;
and vacate your mouth.
Now why are you here, Ornshaw?
Because you invited me, sir.
And why did I invite you, Ornshaw?
Well, because I couldn't translate the Latin, sir.
Why, Ornshaw? Why?
Because it's a bloody silly out-of-date language, do you mean, sir?
Two was it, Ornshaw? I think we make it four.
And why do you think it's a... silly out-of-date language, Ornshaw?
Well, because I couldn't speak to a dead Roman
even if I knew the bloody lingo, sir.
Now do not vex me, Ornshaw; do not vex me, lad!
I think we make that a nice round six penance, imo. That's "six of the best" in Latin.
Game, set, and match to me, I think.
Julius Caesar here is going to be very displeased with you, Ornshaw.
Bend over, please.
Now, next one please, Latimer. Satchel off, boy.
Going to orchestra practice?
You waiting for old Dicks, are you?
Well, you, you'll be late home.
Why don't you shoo off now? There's no point in hanging around.
Is old Swainscott waiting for you, is she? Well, she, she'll be gone now.
Why don't you pop along? I don't know why you're hanging around here, honest I don't.
I told you it'd be easy, didn't I?
Come on, Danny, don't let's see you crying.
I don't know who she's hanging out for. Do you?
I told her to go off, but she keeps on hanging about. Tell her to buzz off, go on.
Give us that.
He's a scream, old Dicks, isn't he? His little Julius Caesar...
You can buzz off now, love. You know, turn on. Toodle-loo.
See, I thought we'd go to the bomb show all day.
It's got the most incredible bomb you've ever seen in your life. He's got a C..
He's got a Coca-Cola bottle, and he, and he's soaked it in. And he.
He's got some socks, and soaked it in petrol, and he got some phosphorus he.
It were nicked from the lab.
After that, I thought we shoot down the arcade. Um, I've, I've got millions of pennies.
We could go on, on the tank firing range, or, or...
...or, um, the fruit machines, Danny; you like the fruit machines.
Or, um... the football game. You know you like having a go on that. Um...
We could go to the Odeon and see that picture you was talking about, the, the space one.
Or, um, go to the zoo, the museums, anywhere!
Bee Gees - First Of May ♪ When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
♪ we used to love while others used to play.
♪ Don't ask me why the time has passed us by.
♪ Someone else moved in from far away.
♪ Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
♪ and you don't ask the time of day,
♪ but you and I, our love will never die.
♪ But guess we'll cry come first of May.
♪ The apple tree that grew for you and me;
♪ I watched the apples falling one by one,
♪ and I recall the moment of them all:
♪ the day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.
♪ Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
♪ and you don't ask the time of day,
♪ but you and I, our love will never die.
♪ I guess we'll cry come first of May.
♪ When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall,
♪ Don't ask me why the time has passed us by.
♪ Someone else moved in from far away...
May I have my bag, please?
My friend Muriel. You know, the big one.
Well, she says that you've been going around telling people that you love me.
I don't mind it; it's just that... Well, people laugh at you, don't they?
And, well, if you have to tell someone, why not tell me?
I mean, I was the last to know.
Nice here, isn't it?
My mum doesn't let me come in here, but I'm not frightened. Are you?
That gravestone there:
"Here lies my beloved and beautiful Ella Jane,"
"Wife and lifelong friend."
"Thank you for 50 years of happiness. Laid to rest July the 7th, 1893."
"Henry James McDevott gone to join his Ella Jane, September the 11th, 1893."
He only lasted two months after she died.
He must have loved her very much.
50 years' happiness... How long's 50 years?
150 school terms, not including holidays.
Will you love me that long?
I don't think you will.
Of course; I've loved you a whole week already, haven't I?
Bee Gees - First Of May ♪ The apple tree that grew for you and me;
♪ I watched the apples falling one by one,
♪ and I recall the moment of them all,
♪ the day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.
♪ Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small,
♪ and you don't ask the time of day,
♪ but you and I, our love will never die,
♪ I guess we'll cry come first of May.
♪ When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall...
He's come to tea.
His name's Daniel.
Pleased to meet you, Daniel.
I suppose I've got enough tea. I bought extra 'cause your dad's home.
He's out on bail.
I'll take your satchel for you.
Well, hello home, Melody love!
How have you been?
All right, thank you.
Who's this?
He's a little mate from school, aren't you, dear?
Are you coming in then, love?
Come on, up to the table.
Nice bit of ham, Flo.
Not bad, is it?
You in the, uh, in the Boy Scouts, Donald? Daniel?
No, the BB.
I was in the Boy Scouts. Ha ha, dear me! Marvelous, it was.
All those steaming hot cups of cocoa, suet pudding;
sing songs around the camp fire: "Oh, we're riding along on the Christopher White! And the sun."
Oh, gum, some of the things we used to get up to... Oh, dear me!
You know, when the new boy arrived, we used to mix some boot black
and tooth paste, and spread it all over..
Reg, do you mind? We're eating.
I always think ham is nicest straight off the bone, you know that?
Always is.
Go to the pictures much, do you, David?
Daniel.
Oh yes, quite a bit.
When I think of the pictures, I always remember my father.
My father... Yes, when I used to ask him for six quid for the pictures,
he'd say "There's pictures on the wall!"
"But I want to see moving pictures!" I used to say.
"I'll make them bloody move!" and threw his boots at the wall!
My auntie always used to say that moving pictures ruined your eyesight.
Would you like some fish paste, Daniel?
The continual flickering, she used to say, put your eyeballs off center.
That reminds me of my Uncle Roger. He was deaf
ever since the bomb hit Berwolf Street—during the war, you know.
Anyway, we used to make.
He read this ad in the paper about readjusting the balance of ear.
So he tried it, and it worked. So, um, he was overjoyed.
He'd been deaf for twenty years. So anyway, they had a bit of a celebration, you know.
And, uh, he was opening a bottle of champagne.
The cork flew out, knocked his eye out!
Life can be very cruel like that.
Bee Gees - Give Your Best ♪ I'm just a clown that used to run around;
♪ I used to have a million friends.
♪ I used to start where everybody ends,
♪ but I just give my best to my friends.
♪ I've done my shows, everybody knows;
♪ I nearly sold all my clothes.
♪ One man can give; another has to lend,
♪ so I just give my best to my friends. (And so you should!)
♪ And when you think that your life isn't right,
♪ you know the day isn't always like night.
♪ You've had your peace; now it's time for you to fight.
♪ Just give your best to your friends.
♪ I'm just a clown that used to run around;
♪ I used to have a million friends.
♪ I used to start where everybody ends,
♪ so I just give my best to my friends.
♪ And when you think that your life isn't right,
♪ you know the day isn't always like night.
♪ You've had your peace; now it's time for you to fight.
♪ Just give your best to your friends.
I should be doing English with Miss Fairfax by now.
What should you be doing?
Um, don't know; Geography, I think.
I quite like Geography.
So do I.
Melody...
Yes?
Do you like new Maths?
They're OK.
I think I like History best.
Well, sometimes I like it, but mostly I hate it.
My dad doesn't like the seaside. He says he gets these sounds in his ears or something.
Whenever we go to the seaside, Dad always stays at home; in the pubs, mostly.
We always travel together.
We don't get out of the car, though, really.
They generally have a row on the way down, and don't speak to each other until we get back home.
Hey, Melody, look what I've got!
That's good.
See?
Shall we get married?
One day, perhaps.
Why does the water always seep away?
How old do you have to be, you reckon?
Perhaps you could put the stones in first; then maybe it'll stay.
I don't know; as old as our parents, I suppose.
If we wait that long, we might be old miseries.
Most old people I know are old miseries.
I honestly don't know; when you're older, you're supposed to know it all.
Perhaps that's what makes them so fed up.
Oh, I don't know.
I really don't know.
Come over here.
So, we've taken it upon ourselves to move the summer holidays forward a trifle, have we?
And where did you decide to go whilst your colleagues went about their daily scholastic duties?
Theatres Fanfare?
That's always a favorite.
Theatres Fanfare, was it?
The seaside, sir.
The seaside? You do realize the enormity of this fundamental breach of school discipline?
It's. It's not a minor offense, Latimer and, uh... Perkins; not a minor offense.
If you're galavanting off somewhere, you can't be at school,
and if you can't be at school, we can't teach you; and if we can't teach you,
you'll end up a bunch of raving imbeciles like the generation above you.
As you know, I don't encourage corporal punishment in this school,
but there are occasions when a lesson has to be taught.
However, you're both rather young.
One hesitates to use extremely severe measures.
But for your own good, try to see the error of these immature pranks.
Think of your careers; think of life's rich tapestry
that lies before you.
Look, I understand; I was young myself, once a long time ago, of course.
But I realized eventually what my priorities were.
So do we, sir.
So do you what?
Realize what our, eh, priorities are, sir.
Good for you, Lathan...
...eh, Latimer.
I see our little pow-wow has had some effect, ey?
Got your priorities right, have you?
Yes, sir. We want to get married.
My word, you've got a lot to learn!
I've heard some funny things in my time...
I don't think it's very funny, sir.
You don't think it's very funny?
No, sir.
And you, young lady, do you think it's very funny?
Not really, sir.
I assume you've already promised your fair, freckled, first-form hand in marriage to this young gentleman?
I don't really know, sir.
I don't really understand what it all means, sir.
You don't understand what it all means?
You don't understand what it all means...?
You're treating us as though we were stupid!
All we want to do is to be with one another all the time.
We thought that meant getting married, doesn't it!?
It's not meant to be funny!
Don't you understand?
Now look here, young man. I've been extremely patient with you.
I'm willing to overlook your gross ignorance of...
...of the young lady; Lord knows, we've only ourselves to blame for that.
But your impertinence is getting a little out of hand.
The matter is finished. Do you understand me? Finished.
"WHEN IS THE WEDDING, DANNY LOVER BOY?"
Burgie says "Is it too late to propose?"
I suppose you've got her mother's approval.
Hope she doesn't forget to come to the wedding.
What the devil do you think you're playing at, you terrible hooligans?
Now all of you get back to your places! Go on, sit down and keep quiet!
And open your young Latin primers to page 24.
Talk to you later, Ornshaw.
It's a great pity you're not more in love with your work, Latimer.
I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't mean to.
You really like this little lad, do you?
Well, that's fine. We always looked forward to you bringing your boyfriends home.
He— He seems a nice type of... lad.
That's just the trouble, though: he's only a little lad... and you're only a little girl.
Our little sunshine, your mum calls you.
I know it's difficult for you to understand, love, but people just don't get married at your age.
They generally wait to see if they like one another when they're older.
How old?
Well... In their twenties... Older, sometimes.
That's twice as old as I am, now!
Well, I know it is, love... Only seems like yesterday, I was changing your nappies.
We know, but we want to be together now!
Think of all the schooling you've got to do yet, love. Well, you like school, don't you?
I've got all your reports. We often look at them, don't we, love?
I know, but I like being with Daniel more than I like doing Geography.
Sweetheart, there are lots of things... we haven't explained to you yet about:
life, and... all sorts of... things.
I know, but why is it so difficult when all I want to do is be happy?
We want you to be happy, love.
Then why can't you help me, instead of keep putting things in my way?
I just don't understand it, I just can't think why it's so terrible.
Please tell me, because I just don't understand.
Good morning, Mrs. Latimer! What can I do for you this splendid morning?
Elope? What do you mean, elope?
Oh, I'm sure you're quite wrong. I saw them in class myself scarcely ten minutes ago.
But of course I'm sure!
Look, if you like, I'll pop down myself and make certain, but I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
Hello, headmaster's secretary; can I help you?
Jones, shouldn't you be taking 2C for English?
Well, I'm supposed to, but they never turned up.
Never turned up?
They didn't come back after morning break.
OK, where are they?
Where are who?
Class, boy, the class.
They're going to get married.
Where, boy, where?
Under the arches, down by the railway line.
The railway line.
And the people were all shouting: "Just wait 'til Lenin gets here!"
Right, well, um... carry on reading until I get back.
"..of common destiny. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him that gives..."
No thank you, I've had mine.
"'Tis mightiest in..."
Yes, of course.
Proceed with the lesson until I return.
No, it's all right, Saunders. I'll take over. You hold the fort.
What's going on? Where are they?
Don't worry; follow me. Everything's under control.
There he goes!
I'll go quick and cover his retreat.
Yes, yes, follow him. He'll. He'll lead us to them...
Miss Dimkins, cover Dicks.
The rest of you, we'll comb that area.
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God
to join together this man and woman in holy matrimony.
Shut up...!
Well it's not funny, it's serious!
Wilt thou have this woman to thy wedded wife and live together after God's ordinance and, uh...
Will you?
I will.
Yeah, I thought you might.
When Dicks flushes them out, I'll cut off the left flank; Miss, you bring up the rear.
Yes, I'm not.
Wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband and live together after God's ordinance in the holys.
Will thou obey. Let's see...
Will you?
I will.
Good. Right.
I now pronounce you man and
Quick! Get out! Dicks is coming!
Crosby, Still, Nash & Young - Teach Your Children ♪ You, who are on the road,
♪ must have a code
♪ that you can live by
♪ and so, become yourself
♪ because the past
♪ is just a goodbye.
♪ Teach your children well,
♪ their fathers' hell
♪ did slowly go by,
♪ and feed them on your dreams:
♪ the one they picked;
♪ the one you'll know by.
Leave him alone, you horrible old man!
♪ Don't you ever ask them why
♪ if they told you, you would cry
♪ so just look at them and sigh,
♪ and know they love you.
♪ ...and so, please, help (Teach your children)
♪ them with your youth. (what you believe in.)
♪ They seek the truth (Make a world)
♪ before they can die. (that we can live in.)
♪ Teach your parents well,
♪ their children's hell
♪ will slowly go by,
♪ and feed them on your dreams
He's coming your way!
Come on, hurry up!
♪ the one they picked;
♪ the one you'll know by.
♪ Don't you ever ask them why
♪ if they told you, you would cry
♪ so just look at them and sigh,
♪ and know they love you.
I've done it!
I'll get you, Ornshaw!
♪ Don't you ever ask them why,
♪ if they told you, you would cry,
♪ so just look at them and sigh,
♪ and know they love you.
♪ And you, (Can you hear)
♪ of tender years, (and do you care)
♪ can't know the fears (and can't you see)
♪ that your elders grew by, (we must be free to)
♪ and so, please, help (teach your children)
♪ them with your youth. (what you believe in.)
♪ They seek the truth (Make a world)
♪ before they can die. (that we can live in.)
Quick! Use the trolley! Come on, hurry up!
♪ Teach your parents well,
♪ their children's hell
♪ will slowly go by,
So long, and don't forget to change at Clapham Junction!
♪ and feed them on your dreams,
♪ the one they picked;
♪ the one you'll know by.
Now, Ornshaw...! Control yourself!
♪ Don't you ever ask them why:
Come on, Mister Dicks, take it like a man!
♪ if they told you, you would cry,
Come back here, you fat beast!
♪ so just look at them and sigh,
♪ and know they love you.
♪ Teach your parents well,
♪ their children's hell
♪ will slowly go by,
♪ and feed them on your dreams
♪ the one they picked
♪ the one you'll know by.
♪ Don't you ever ask them why
♪ if they told you, you would cry
♪ so just look at them and sigh,
♪ and know they love you.