[DISTANT GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE AND MEN SHOUTING]
[SPARSE GUNSHOTS]
[DOG BARKING]
I can't see the trenches can be any worse than this.
- [MEN SHOUTING] - It's diabolical.
[CALLS OUT]
Nice of them to give us a bird.
When they've shot 200?
Yes. Very generous.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - [BAND PLAYING]
Which way are you heading?
I'm on official business.
I'll hang back when you're giving them the sad news.
They're taking on down at The Choral.
Open auditions.
Blame the war. No men.
Blame it?
Class barrier's coming down. About time.
Mind you...
fat chance of a revolution here.
- Ramsden? - England.
We're fodder for the mill,
and we'll be fodder for the front.
[INDUSTRIAL NOISES]
Sorry, missus.
- Who's it from, Mam? - The King.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[KNOCKING]
I'm sorry.
[SOBS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Could've got in there, Lofty. - No...
Do you think?
Grief. It's an opportunity.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[BAND PLAYING]
Behind you! [EXCLAIMS]
- [BICYCLE BELLS RING] - [LOFTY LAUGHS]
Watch where you're going! Bloody hooligans.
- Thank you for your kindness. - No! Thank you.
[MEN CHATTER]
How many's this?
FYTTON: Twelve? Fourteen?
- I've lost count. - Whew!
Very still.
[CAMERA CLICKS]
Mind you, 'tis a special rate for recruits.
I'd be coining it if they fetched them home.
- Who? - The dead. I'd be laughing.
Nay, Herbert!
St. Matthew Passion. Auditions. Be sharp.
- [BAND PLAYING] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Young man.
LOFTY: Mr. Trickett.
Aren't you in the choir at St. Wilfred's?
- LOFTY: I was. - What happened?
Me voice broke.
TRICKETT: Can you still sing?
A bit. Why?
Mr. Trickett and me are both in The Choral.
- On the committee. - We're having auditions. Now.
- TRICKETT: At the Jubilee Hall. - Him and me?
Anybody. Can you sing?
Aye. I can dance too, if necessary.
- Not in the Matthew Passion. - Don't be shy. We won't eat you.
I might.
I'm not keen, quite honestly,
and, anyway, they reckon to be quite choosy.
Although, now there's no night school, I'm going to be at a loose end.
- What happened to night school? - No teacher. Joined up.
Still, I don't fancy this.
The Choral Society.
- Me neither. - "Let the people sing"?
What for? You're no further on when you're done.
You've still got the status quo.
Excuse me, is this where they're doing the auditions?
- Ramsden Choral Society? - I believe it is, yes.
In fact, we were just going in ourselves, weren't we?
[PIANO PLAYING]
WOMAN: [SINGING] Poor wand'ring one
Though thou hast surely strayed
Take heart of grace, thy steps retrace
Poor wand'ring...
Not today, thank you. We're busy.
I've come for the audition. Mary Lockwood.
Take a seat, young lady.
MAN: I thought she was collecting.
They always are, the Salvation Army.
Can help thee find true peace of mind...
It's your bonnet.
Puts them off.
- Do you never take it off? - No.
Not even in bed?
WOMAN: [SINGING] Take any heart but ours
Take heart, fair days will shine
Take any heart...
We're contraltos. Are you a contralto?
I'm... I just like to sing.
Well, you belong over there. We're not auditioning.
- Are we, Vera? - No, we're longstanding.
We're the backbone.
[SINGING] Can help thee find true peace of mind
My poor
Wand'ring one
FYTTON: Thank you, Miss Proctor.
Miss Holmes, you're next.
Oh, hello.
This is Clyde's girlfriend. Missing in action.
- Any news? - No.
He was the best tenor we ever had.
"Was"? He's only missing. It's not been confirmed.
He's still my boyfriend.
Yes, he'll turn up.
Not yet, I hope.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SINGING] I always hold in having it if you fancy it
If you fancy it, that's understood
And suppose it makes you fat? I don't worry over that
'Cause a little of what you fancy
Does you good
All right, all right.
Before you go on...
there's one or two new faces in the hall today.
FYTTON: You should introduce yourself.
- What? - Tell them who you are.
They know who I am.
No. Here.
I'm Alderman Duxbury. And you all know me from the mill.
But this isn't the mill, it's The Choral.
And we're all equal here.
Oh, yeah?
The person you've got to watch out for isn't me.
It's the chorus master, Mr. Pollard.
Keep on the right side of him and you won't go far wrong.
[SOFT LAUGHTER]
The point is, should you be lucky enough to be selected,
you will be expected to comport yourselves accordingly.
I hope I make myself plain.
Don't worry, Mr. Duxbury, I've got a sacred side.
I mean, you lad, you're black bright.
- I've just come from mill. - Whose mill?
- Yours. - [SOFT LAUGHTER]
All right. Who's next?
Joining up?
Why now?
I feel it's my patriotic duty.
Why don't you wait for your call-up papers?
It'll still be patriotic.
Well, what about these today? Do we take them or not?
- Uh, some of the lasses are good. - It's not lasses we want.
Uh, the lads are all right.
"All right"?
"All right"? This is The Choral.
Good strong voices. They just want a little encouragement.
Well, this is it.
I suppose I'd better...
Joe.
- Vicar. - God be with you.
- Mr. Trickett. - Good luck, lad.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]
I hope he puts the wind up the Germans more than he ever did the sopranos.
Gilbert.
And think on, Gilbert.
Don't be the first.
At what?
Fighting. Anything.
Don't worry about me, Mr. Duxbury. Too smart to get shot.
Oh, God, that's not to say...
- I don't mean... - Nay, lad.
Off you go and good luck.
We'll find someone to keep us in shape while you're away.
FYTTON: Ready, Gilbert? Very still.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
VICAR: What about Arthur Fox?
[GROANS]
Neville Widdop?
No grip. The Choral needs grip.
There's always Irvine Price.
Not for me there isn't.
Divorced.
I'm going to say a name.
But I don't want to be shot down.
Who's shooting you down?
No one, yet. But when I open my mouth...
What's the matter, Margaret?
I heard voices.
It's the committee, love. I told you.
We're looking for a new chorus master.
Pollard's gone and joined up, the great barmpot.
DUXBURY: Go upstairs, love.
We'll not disturb you.
Go on then, Joe.
What?
Your name. Out with it.
- Dr. Guthrie. - [ALL GROAN]
- What? - Henry Guthrie.
No. No. No, no.
- He's back. - I daresay he is.
And, frankly, [CLEARS THROAT] in other circumstances,
he wouldn't even consider the likes of us.
- Isn't Guthrie...? - FYTTON: Yes.
He's been living and working in Germany. By choice.
He had musical opportunities. You can understand it.
He had musical opportunities here. But he preferred Germany
as having better choirs.
- Treachery. - He worked wonders at Leeds.
He was despised.
Folk were terrified.
VICAR: He's an atheist.
That's why Leeds got rid of him.
Well, there are atheists now.
There's one in Bradford.
Not conducting the Matthew Passion.
I heard his Mozart Requiem.
So did I.
It was wonderful.
You never said.
TRICKETT: We can't, Joe. Not if his sympathies are German.
VICAR: Besides, there was talk of other things.
FYTTON: What other things?
Let's just say, I'd prefer a family man.
You'd prefer the Archbishop of Canterbury.
[REQUIEM BY MOZART PLAYED ON PIANO]
He'd never come anyway. He'll be conducting somewhere
they don't care about his peculiarities.
Liverpool.
FYTTON: He's not.
He's playing at the Queens Hotel.
[BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY MOON PLAYING]
[PLAYING PIANO]
- [SONG ENDS] - [LIGHT APPLAUSE]
You are wasted here.
Well, I like it here. It, um...
It has perks.
Oh.
- You know the Matthew Passion? - I do.
- Goodnight, Dr. Guthrie. - Goodnight, ladies.
- WOMAN: Goodnight. - We lost our chorus master.
Oh...
Those days are over.
- DUXBURY: Why? - I have a living to earn.
We all have livings to earn.
But, meanwhile, there's music to be made.
And you have to realize that if we were to offer you this post...
- If? - ...we'd be taking a real risk.
- You lived in Germany. - FYTTON: For several years.
And that disqualifies me from conducting a choir?
I'm trying to be reasonable.
Dr. Guthrie, I'm offering you an opportunity.
The Matthew Passion at Ramsden Town Hall.
Only we need peace of mind.
What did you do it for, and where do you stand?
With regards to the St. Matthew Passion?
With regards to the war.
"A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry,
"and see a fine picture every day of his life,
"in order that worldly cares may not obliterate
"the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted
"in the human soul."
Oh, that is nice. Who said it?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
For God's sake, man, lower your voice.
Why did I stay there?
Wouldn't you stay in a country of cultured, civilized people?
People who put music and beauty, art,
at the center of everything they do?
The English think music is just social life
carried on by other means. I don't.
- I think it's important. - So do we.
You see, it was musically motivated.
I would need to have control.
- Control? - GUTHRIE: Creatively.
Well, I'm the chairman, that can't change.
And I always...
I find I'm most often called upon to sing the tenor solos.
Well, there's no point disrupting the choir
any more than is necessary.
DUXBURY: Hmm.
And I should like to bring my own pianist.
Unpaid, mind. We'd be doing him a favor.
We're doing you both a favor, let's face it.
Not half as much a favor as you're doing us. [CHUCKLES]
- Thank you for your kindness. - Where did they say he's from?
He's not from anywhere.
Only he went and lived in Germany.
I'm afraid this is the end. I shall be obliged to leave.
He traveled. So what? People do.
- We don't. - ELLIS: Well, he did.
- He was interviewed. - By who?
- A policeman. - They took him to Ripon.
Aye, and found nothing amiss, so here he is.
If they found nothing amiss, young man,
then explain his behavior in the public library.
What behavior?
He goes in to read the papers. All of them.
Every morning. And when he's done,
and Miss Pendle goes in to smooth the sheets,
they're always open at the same page.
- WOMAN: He's coming! - What page?
- The naval reports. - FYTTON: They're all waiting.
Here you are, Dr. Guthrie.
The Ramsden Choral Society.
GUTHRIE: Is this everybody? FYTTON: Pretty much.
For the Matthew Passion?
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
[ALL GASP]
[IN ENGLISH] "My Father, if it's possible, allow this cup to pass from me."
Although, no doubt, you sing it in English.
We most certainly do.
This is Mr. Horner.
He'll be accompanying you for today's auditions. Thank you.
I thought we're done with the auditions?
GUTHRIE: Not for me, you haven't. And, um...
that goes for everybody.
- We're the committee! - No exceptions.
FYTTON: I haven't anything prepared.
Scales will do.
- Scales? Us? - [DOOR OPENS]
He was your choice.
Not too late, am I?
[HUSHED CHATTER]
[SINGING] Dear Lord and Father of mankind
Forgive our foolish ways
Reclothe us in our rightful mind...
She shouldn't be singing this.
Sacrilege.
[SINGING] He who would true valor see
Let him come hither
One here will [VOICE CRACKING] constant be
Come wind, come weather
[PLAYING PIANO]
[SINGING] The trumpet shall sound
And the dead shall be raised
Incorruptible
[SINGING] Angels
Ever bright and fair
[BREATH TREMBLES]
- Angels - [MOUTHING]
Ever bright and fair
Take, O take me
Well, that was a... a very stimulating afternoon.
I'm sure I speak for the entire society when I...
The fact is the Town Hall is booked and the word is out.
The St. Matthew Passion will be performed in a few short weeks.
Aren't Bacup doing the Matthew Passion?
They were, but their Jesus went and joined up.
It's a bit of an old warhorse, but it's a piece we know.
Some of us can do it with our eyes closed.
GUTHRIE: I'd like to hear the chorale.
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
- [ALL GASP AND MURMUR] - "O sacred head, sore wounded."
- HORNER: Page 149. - On your feet,
- please, ladies and gentlemen. - [PLAYS PIANO NOTES]
On your feet, please.
And eyes open, if you please.
CHOIR: [SINGING] O sacred head
Sore wounded
Defiled and put to scorn
O Kingly head, surrounded
With mocking crown of thorn
What sorrow mars thy...
- [GLASS SMASHING] - [ALL SCREAMING]
GUTHRIE: Don't stop!
Don't stop. Sing on, sing on!
CHOIR: [SINGING] Can death thy bloom deflow'r?
O countenance
Whose splendor
The hosts of heav'n
Adore
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Any message?
It says "Hun muck."
- Oh! - Bach? Hun muck? Bach?
- Call the police. - I wouldn't bother.
The way you were singing, it was probably a critic.
[ALL MURMURING]
- He is German, I suppose. - GUTHRIE: Who?
- Bach. - So, that's it, is it?
Even sung in English, Bach is out?
Bricks through the window.
There's a danger to life and limb.
Never heed.
- There's plenty of alternatives. - Such as?
- Beethoven, obviously. - Oh, German, obviously.
Handel.
Well, he ended up English, but he started off German.
Well, I suppose it depends how much of a pedant
- our brick thrower is. - HORNER: Hmm.
- Mendelssohn? - German.
And Jewish.
There's Brahms, of course, who I've met.
But he, alas, is also... a Hun.
We could be in the pub now,
instead of hanging about here arguing the toss.
He's a bit posh, is that pianist.
- He's refined. - That's what I said.
I said he was refined.
- Any news of Clyde? - No.
That's good.
Ask Lofty, news is the one thing you don't want.
- My mother thinks you know. - Hmm?
She thinks if you love someone, you can just tell.
- Hmm. Do you? - Which?
Know.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
- Did you really meet him? - Who?
- Brahms. - Well, I...
I had that privilege. Although it was in Germany,
so you might not think it a suitable topic for conversation.
What was he like?
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
[IN ENGLISH] "Free but lonely." It was something he wrote.
I wish we were doing his Requiem.
And then they'd really have something to throw bricks about.
There must be someone they don't object to.
Have you considered, Mr. Duxbury,
that it might be me that folk object to?
- Just as much as the music. - That's as maybe.
But you're our chorus master.
Only... [SIGHS]
What?
For God's sake, man, rein in the bloody German.
GUTHRIE: Hmm.
- Elgar. - DUXBURY: Hmm?
Elgar.
Him from Pomp and Circumstance?
GUTHRIE: Amongst other things.
He started off as an organist, same as me.
Have you met him and all?
This is Elgar.
[PLAYS PIANO]
DUXBURY: Hmm.
- That's right enough. - "Right enough"? [CHUCKLES]
In Germany, he's a god. He's up there with Wagner.
- Elgar? - It isn't all marches.
He wrote an oratorio a few years back.
It premiered in Birmingham Town Hall.
- The Dream of Gerontius. - News to me.
Predictably, the audience hated it. If it hadn't been religious,
it would have been booed off the stage.
- I loved it. - Why did they hate it?
GUTHRIE: Hadn't been rehearsed properly.
Of course, Gerontius is a tenor.
[SINGING] Sanctus fortis, Sanctus Deus
De profundis oro te
Miserere...
Could we do it?
GUTHRIE: In terms of permission, or skill?
- Either. Both. - I'll write to him.
Meanwhile, we have to face facts.
It needs a huge chorus and male voices are at a premium,
so we must recruit.
Fine, but no riff-raff.
Do you want a choir, Mr. Duxbury, or do you want a Sunday School?
Have any of you got any pals, any young men who can sing?
Does it matter where? I've got one sings in a pub.
He can sing in a brothel, as far as I'm concerned.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - WOMAN: That is the final straw.
Singing is a kind of exposure
and if I'm going to be letting my hair down,
I don't want to be next to my window cleaner's wife.
GUTHRIE: Excellent work today, contraltos.
Oh, thank you, Dr. Guthrie.
Now, surely you ladies know one or two gentlemen
who can swell our numbers?
- There's my husband. - Does he sing?
He'll do as he's told. [CHUCKLES]
MEN: [SINGING] It's a long way to Tipperary
- It's a long way to go... - [LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]
Over there.
To the sweetest girl I know!
- You're coming in? - I certainly am.
I'm used to pubs. I just wave my tin.
All right.
MEN: [SINGING] Farewell, Leicester Square
It's a long, long way to Tipperary
But my heart's right there
I think he'll... he'll do. And these three too.
- Mitch, this is Dr. Guthrie. - Doctor? Why, who's poorly?
- From The Choral. - Ah, well, they won't want me.
- I live down Theaker Lane. - I don't know where people live.
A choral society shouldn't mirror the social order.
It should transcend it.
MARY: Thank you for your kindness.
- Oh, hello. Are you in it? - I might be.
I like the way you rattle your tin.
Makes me want to put a penny in your slot.
Yes. And me to give you a crack across the face.
ELLIS: She doesn't like you, Mitch.
Well, I'll have to join the choir then, won't I, Ellis?
ELLIS: Tommy, what you having?
HORNER: Haven't you done it before? The Dream of Gerontius?
- Why did you not say? - Because it was in Nuremberg.
It seems like everything good that happened to you,
happened in Nuremberg.
Will he give his permission, do you think, Elgar?
He will if I write to him.
The man may be our greatest living composer
but he's a fellow musician, however grand.
Artists are like that, Robert, they notice each other.
They connect.
Well, uh, not all of them.
MATRON: Sing?
They're not in a state to sing, most of them.
What have they got to sing about? They're convalescent.
They don't want to waste their energy on singing.
This gentleman wants to know if any of you can sing?
Have you got a piano?
[PIANO PLAYING]
MEN: [SINGING] Three little maids from school are we
Pert as a schoolgirl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee
Three little maids from school
Everything is a source of fun
MAN 2: Nobody's safe for we care for none
MAN 3: Life is a joke that's just begun
Three little maids from school
Three little maids who, all unwary
Come from a ladies' seminary
Freed from its genius tutelary
Three little maids from school
ELLIS: Morning, Podge. This gentleman wants to know if you can sing.
- Sing what? - Anything, surprise me.
[SINGING] In good King Charles's golden days
When loyalty no harm meant
A zealous high churchman was I
And so I got preferment
Not bad.
- The song? - The bun.
We can work on the other.
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise
To the Holiest
In the height and in the...
GUTHRIE: Sopranos. Your "A"s, as in "praise."
Ecstasy, not apathy. Again.
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise
To the Holiest in the height
[CHUCKLES AND MUTTERS]
Proclaim the word, "praise." The note will be there.
- Again. - Again?
Again.
DUXBURY: [SINGING] Jesu, Maria
I am near to death
And thou, thou art calling me
[STOPS PLAYING PIANO]
Uh, a little faster on figure four.
[PLAYS PIANO]
[SOFTLY] Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]
- Now! - Fuck off, Fritz!
[CHILDREN LAUGHING]
LOFTY: So, that's us, then.
Mind you, Mam says there'll be deferment.
What for? Singing in the choir?
They're all old. That's why.
Them, in London. They decide it. Old, and well off.
When we go makes no difference to them.
That's not very patriotic.
I'm patriotic, but in me own good time.
Carted off to France. I haven't lived.
[SCOFFS] That's what ought to get you deferred.
Living?
Sorry, missus.
[WOMAN SOBS GENTLY]
Hey, don't look now, but there's Mrs. Bishop.
LOFTY: She's nice.
Why won't the other women talk to her at The Choral?
Why do you think? Hello.
Do I know you?
You might be more familiar with the sound of me, Mrs. Bishop,
- rumbling underneath you. - I beg your pardon?
The Choral. I'm a bass.
My mate here sits next to me.
Perhaps we'll meet in a less formal setting soon.
Don't count on it, you cheeky sod.
- LOFTY: It's not fair. - What?
Having to go at 18. Not having done it.
I can't be the only one. No fuck, no front.
That ought to be the decider.
Well, I've done it, and it doesn't make it any more acceptable.
Though I think once you're over there, they cater for all that.
- Do they? - MITCH: Brothels, apparently.
Well, that's something.
But it oughtn't to be just intercourse.
- There's other stuff. - That's right.
- I've never tasted champagne. - I have. It's rubbish.
I've not been in a proper motor car.
I've never even seen the sea.
- You've been to Morecambe. - It wasn't in that day.
Have you ever been in love, Lofty?
I don't wanna throw it away on anybody.
I'd like to bestow it.
Well, you can always bestow it on Mrs. Bishop.
Though she charges. Even for bestowing.
[YELLS]
[GIRLS LAUGHING]
MARY: You're mad, you are!
MITCH: You not coming in?
MITCH: Where've you lads been? Come on!
- Can you swim? - I don't know.
I've never felt the need.
Mary'd have to take her bonnet off.
MISS HOLMES: Don't you start.
She gets enough of that from Mitch.
- Do you like him? - A bit. [CHUCKLES]
He can swim. Look at him.
MISS HOLMES: Clyde and me used to come down here
at night with nobody about.
Not even a cossie, he was that bonny.
- I don't wanna know! - You do, I can tell.
Anyway, he's dead.
And you don't wanna be left like me.
The others never leave you alone.
Ellis is right enough, but it's only 'cause I'm available.
Well, cheer up.
We've got the Queens Hotel to look forward to.
Guthrie is treating all the new recruits to their teas.
The recruits? What about us?
Not recruits to the army, stupid. Recruits to the choir.
- All of us. - Oh.
ALL: [SINGING] Daisy, Daisy
Give me your answer, do
I'm half crazy
All for the love of you
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
This is grand.
You'd never think there was a war on.
Come on.
Good afternoon. Good afternoon, Joe.
FYTTON: Herbert.
Oh, is it, uh, a funeral?
Well, it's not a wedding.
Is the tea thrown in?
With a civilian funeral, of course it is.
And it's the first I've had in a fortnight. It's tragic.
Everybody's bereaved and I'm going bankrupt.
- Breaks your heart. - Come on.
TRICKETT: I offer my condolences...
[PLAYING PIANO]
DUXBURY: See?
This is what we're fighting for.
Egg custards?
ELLIS: Don't get overexcited, only your friend
has divested herself of her helmet.
MITCH: What's she dancing with Bella for?
There's plenty of men. She could be dancing with me.
Do you dance?
That's beside the point.
- Does Mitch not dance? - No, thank goodness.
I'd like to dance with Ellis, only Flo could make remarks.
I'll ask her out for ya.
- Mary, am I terrible? - Why?
I almost wish the telegram would come.
Then everyone would know that Clyde is dead
and I'd be available.
[GIRLS GRUNTING]
- Cowards. - What's this?
Why aren't you at the front? Why aren't you fighting?
Because I'm singing. We all are.
And we're none of us 18 yet, and when we are we'll go.
So, in the meantime, madam,
you can take your flaming feather
and tickle your fanny with it because nobody else is going to.
[SILENCE]
[WOMAN SNIFFLES]
You shouldn't have said that.
She shouldn't be accosting folk!
Only she lost her brother.
[PIANO RESUMES PLAYING]
I took her the telegram.
Come on, lads. Eat up.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
So, Gerontius.
Yes, will you tell us a bit more about it?
Some of us are still in the dark.
GUTHRIE: Hmm. Well...
It's a simple story.
As the name suggests, Gerontius, Mr. Duxbury,
is an old man who, in the first part of the oratorio,
is on his deathbed.
It's quite short and ends with his death.
In the second part, there is some delay
while the destiny of Gerontius' soul is decided.
You see? You always have to queue.
- Heaven'll be the same. - [LAUGHTER]
In this case, it's because the forces of good and evil
are contending for Gerontius' soul,
with the music given to the demons very dramatic,
while the Angel, and that will be Mary...
- [GASPS SOFTLY] - MITCH: In her bonnet.
Which she could be, after all.
The salvation of Gerontius is what she wants.
And Mitch wanting the other.
To cut it short, the Angel wins,
and the oratorio ends with her conveying his soul to Purgatory
with a promise to lead him from there into the presence of God.
- Not much of a story, is it? - You don't have to believe it.
I always took the Matthew Passion
with a pinch of salt.
Well, the words, of course, are very beautiful. John Henry Newman.
"Farewell, but not forever, brother dear.
"Be brave and patient on my bed of sorrow.
"Swiftly shall pass thy night of trial here.
"And I will come and wake thee on the morrow."
Wait a minute. Newman?
Cardinal Newman? A Catholic?
What difference does it make? He could be a Mohammedan.
We haven't even asked him.
- Who? - Elgar.
GUTHRIE: Yes, we have.
DUXBURY: What did he say?
He hasn't replied.
Catholics, you see.
Feckless.
[PIANO PLAYING]
GUTHRIE: Again, from figure 39. "Lord, Thy Servant."
CHOIR: [SINGING] Lord
Thy servant
Deliver
Lord, thy servant
Deliver
Sanctus fortis
Sanctus Deus
De profundis oro te...
Mr. Duxbury, you're not singing, you are crooning.
And, contraltos, have you anything against a B flat?
Well, you never go anywhere near it.
Mr. Duxbury, could we look at figure 40, please?
One moment.
Here. You need to support your voice a little bit more.
I think we have to acknowledge this crescendo here...
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SIGHS] Wake up.
If she's ever daft enough to go out with you,
she'd still have God as her fancy man.
Well, it's all right for you.
You've latched yourself on very nicely.
ELLIS: Mm-hmm. [CHUCKLES]
Worst of it is, I've only just found out her second name.
- Hmm? - Elspeth.
- ELLIS: So? - Elspeth?
I'm never gonna get anywhere with an Elspeth.
It's impregnable.
LOFTY: Dr. Guthrie!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- GUTHRIE: Stanley, you're late. - Never mind that, Dr. Guthrie.
- They've sunk the Pommern. - MAN: What?
- WOMAN: What? - It's a German battleship.
839 Fritzes dead and floating in the North bloody Sea!
[ALL CHEERING]
CHOIR: [SINGING] Long live our noble King
God save the King
Send him victorious
Happy...
I forgot. This is for you, sir.
CHOIR: [SINGING] Long to reign over us
God save the King
[CHEERING AND APPLAUSE]
- [PRAISE TO THE HOLIEST PLAYING] - CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the...
Praise to the...
If only you sang Elgar with the confidence
you sang the national anthem.
Again. Top of the page.
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the...
[VOICES HARMONIZING]
- [SINGING STOPS] - [PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]
[PIANO STOPS]
Have I to go on?
I think that was Elgar's intention, Mr. Duxbury.
Robert, from the più mosso.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SINGING] But hark! A grand
Mysterious harmony
It floods me...
No! No!
No!
[SINGING] This child of clay
- To me - [DUXBURY SIGHS]
Was given to rear and train
By sorrow
It's a grace note.
Sorrow...
MARY: Are you all right, Mr. Duxbury?
You get discouraged.
I just wish I had a better voice. I enjoy it so much.
No, it's... it's a nice voice.
I'm sure people think I'm only singing Gerontius
because I put my hand in my pocket.
- No. - It's true!
Art depends on money.
Without the mill, there'd be no choir.
No mill, no music.
I'm sure people are grateful.
I'm not sure they are.
Not with me always putting me spoke in.
I pay for the flaming choir, it entitles me to some say.
I just wish... [SIGHS]
You mustn't say I said this.
I just wish he wasn't so...
[SIGHS]
It's just his way.
And you can sing.
HORNER: He can't. Not very well.
MARY: He lost his son.
What's Elgar like? Do you know anything?
Not much.
He's coming to Manchester the day of the concert.
It was in The Argus.
They're giving him an honorary degree.
- I thought... - What?
Well, if we wrote to him, he might come over for the performance.
- I was going to ask Dr. Guthrie. - I wouldn't.
- Why? - I just wouldn't, that's all.
He won't be grateful. He never is.
What's the matter, Robert?
I got my papers this morning.
The call-up.
[SIGHS] Robert.
I wish you liked girls, like the other lads do.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Mind you, if you did...
lasses probably wouldn't like you so much.
Sad, isn't it?
Perhaps he wasn't on board.
He joined up in the first wave. Practically first in the queue.
At least you've got more sense.
Was he...
Did he... play music?
He had a good voice. Unspoiled.
Handsome.
As Gerontius, he would've been...
And instead we're stuck with Alderman Duxbury.
- I've had my call-up. - What?
We... we must get you deferred.
- On what grounds? - The choir.
That's not grounds. Music?
I'm going to register as a conscientious objector.
- Well, you'll go to prison. - I thought you'd approve.
- I'm thinking of the choir. - Of course you are.
Well, Duxbury's on the tribunal. He can get you off.
I don't want him to.
This fucking war.
The vicars want it. The women want it.
The idiots getting killed, they want it. Who do you turn to?
I'm sorry about your friend.
I wish...
I'd...
- I'd like to help, if I can. - You could stay out of prison.
- That would help. - I don't mean that.
I mean...
I know you can't just...
replace one friend with another, but...
I should, uh...
Can I ask you something?
Why are we doing this?
This oratorio about an old man.
GUTHRIE: What do you mean?
It's the young men who are dying.
[PLAYS PIANO NOTE]
[SINGING] But hark!
A grand mysterious
Harmony
One, two, three.
[SINGING] It floods me
- [PLAYS PIANO NOTE] - It floods me
[SLAMS PIANO]
This house can't become a mausoleum, Margaret.
We can't live in total silence forever.
You're free to live entirely as you please, Bernard.
MARY: [SINGING] Onward
- [BAND PLAYING] - Christian soldiers
Marching as to war
- [CROWD CHATTER] - With the cross of Jesus...
ELLIS: Oh, he's here, he's here! Rick! All right?
Look after yourself, all right, lad, yeah?
Head down, yeah? You'll be fine.
- Eh, behave yourself over there. - Next lot won't be so cheerful.
- Why? - Because we won't be volunteers.
[LOUD CHATTER]
ELLIS: All right, fellas?
- See you when you're back. - WOMAN: Take care!
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
Home by Christmas, boys!
CHILD: Bye, Dad!
[BAND CONTINUES PLAYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
[TRAIN CHUGGING]
[TRAIN HALTING]
[NURSES AND SOLDIERS CHATTERING]
[VIOLIN PLAYING IN DISTANCE]
Hello, stranger.
- [GASPS] - [BODY THUDS]
I've seen fellas dropping all around me,
never seen anyone going down like that.
I thought you were dead.
What did you do? Were you wounded?
Well, I didn't fall off me bike.
- Same dirty girl, I hope. - Don't do that.
Why not? You used to like it.
Anyway, I'm safe enough now.
Till death fetches me in the proper way.
I could even come back to The Choral.
What?
CLYDE: [SCOFFS] Why not? It'd give me something to do.
- You've only one arm. - So what?
I'm not conducting the bloody thing.
Be nice singing again.
Get back to the way things were.
Besides, I know the Matthew Passion like the back of my hand.
We're not doing the Matthew Passion.
- Oh? - It's something else.
You'd have to speak to Guthrie.
Who's he?
New chorus master.
Bit sarky. Folk are terrified of him.
I'm just back from the front, Bella, I think I'll manage.
I just called in to see if things had changed.
Have they?
Cheerio, then.
Cheerio, love.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
DUXBURY: Under the Military Service Act, 1916,
the Tribunal is now in session.
This isn't particularly formal,
and, of course, I know Mr. Horner
from The Choral Society where he is our much-valued pianist.
Uh, Dr. Guthrie has come along just as an observer.
Uh... I prefer to think of this as a... a friendly conversation.
OFFICER: I wouldn't.
This young man is objecting to doing military service.
I have your statement. What puzzles me about you people
is that you always think you're privy to the mind of God.
"War is not part of God's plan."
Well, I'm a canon of Ripon Cathedral,
so I'm more familiar with the mind of God than you are,
and war does come into God's plan and always has.
You've only to read the Old Testament, it's war, war, war.
I find no sport.
Do you do any sport?
- Not especially. - OFFICER: "Not especially"?
- I prefer music. - [SCOFFS]
I wasn't aware they were alternatives.
Mr. Horner is a talented pianist.
That doesn't stop him kicking a ball.
We're talking about firing a gun.
OFFICER: You're not talking about anything.
You're just an observer.
WOMAN: I'm finding it hard to have any sympathy with you.
I long to serve.
I'm a crack shot.
But the only creatures who get the benefit are the pheasants.
Got a girlfriend?
Not as such.
Not a vegetarian, by any chance?
Reading your statement, young man,
I can't understand how you have any moral compass at all.
Let alone any contact with sacred music.
I don't rule out serving in another capacity.
OFFICER: Oh, how magnanimous of you.
I'm sure Field Marshal Haig
will be relieved to know that.
I thought I could be a stretcher bearer.
[SCOFFS] You don't seem to be aware
that you belong to a privileged generation.
The first, in our island's history,
to be granted the honor of being conscripted.
I would be proud.
Knowing Mr. Horner, I think I would advise the Tribunal
that you would benefit from a brief period of deferment.
Say, three months, to think it over.
I've made up my mind.
Then I will put it to the chorus master.
Is Mr. Horner essential to the society's next concert?
- He is. - No!
DUXBURY: You should be grateful to be needed.
There's lads going off every day. Nobody needs them.
Except the country. I'd be happy to go.
GUTHRIE: You have to learn to play the game.
Duxbury wanted to help.
Don't spit on your luck.
I don't want any special treatment. I'm happy to be a conchy.
Well, what about the choir?
That's all you care about?
You, you're no different from the bloody generals.
You're single-minded. Single-minded.
- That's what's wrong with the world. - You're young, that's what's wrong.
You sound like Duxbury. Or Field Marshal Haig.
In less than a month's time, we hope this hall will be full.
And Alderman Duxbury has yet to give us even an approximation
of the notes.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SINGING] Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into a shade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into
A shade
Where'er you walk
Cool gales shall fan the glade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd into
A shade
Trees where you sit
Shall crowd
Into a shade
- GUTHRIE: You don't want it? - I... I don't.
Well, then why audition?
Well, I used to love The Choral, when it was Bella and me.
- Hmm. - But...
I can't see her every day, though. Not without...
It'd drive me distracted.
Well, you've been dealt some rough cards.
I'm going to say something now and it may seem insensitive,
but art is insensitive.
Ironically, you've all the ingredients here for genius.
Heartbroken, limb lost.
Not to mention the things you've seen.
- I'd rather be happy. - [CHUCKLES] So would every other bugger.
Elgar included.
But there are people who, funnily enough,
would give their right arm to be able to do what you can do.
And I don't know whether it's cruel or kind,
but life has offered you a consolation prize.
And now, at your lowest,
is the moment you're best equipped to use it.
Life's fucking shit.
So sing.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
- It's not Tuesday. - I know, I'm sorry.
How many more times? You're not having Fridays.
Just this once. Guthrie wants to see me.
No, we agreed.
Look, neither of you will be having anything
if you don't behave yourselves.
Come in, then.
What's it look like, you hanging about on me doorstep?
Come back at teatime.
He's too young. His voice isn't heavy enough.
It's an old man dying.
I can play older, he can't.
The lad has a miraculous voice, Bernard.
Alderman. I won't have you appealing to my better nature.
Like you, I don't have one.
It's this flaming war. It's ruined everything.
We used to have such a nice going-on.
It's my own fault for appointing you in the first place.
If I cared less about the music, I could put me foot down.
- Others would. - I know.
We're still short of a devil.
- Is there a solo devil? - The way we're doing it, yes.
And it has you written all over it.
I wish I didn't like singing.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new Gerontius.
[ALL APPLAUDING]
DUXBURY: Good luck, lad.
GUTHRIE: But in the absence of a full symphony orchestra,
and a chorus of a hundred,
we must tailor Elgar's Dream to our present circumstances.
To begin with, our Gerontius isn't old.
He is a young man. A soldier.
And, perhaps, the Angel who delivers him from Purgatory
is a nurse.
And heaven, if not quite the presence of God,
is home, and England, and peace.
- And is that the orchestra? - We may be a chamber ensemble,
but I don't think there'll be any complaints.
GUTHRIE: It'll be quite short, and not a full-blown oratorio
by any manner of means. But it will be as heartfelt
as that original one in Birmingham Town Hall.
Less holy, maybe, but more topical.
But is it Elgar?
GUTHRIE: Figure 35. Clyde.
"Use well the interval."
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SINGING] Use well
The interval
MALE CHORUS: [SINGING] Be merciful
Be gracious
Spare him, Lord
FEMALE CHORUS: [SINGING] Be merciful
Be gracious
Lord, deliver him
From the sins that are past
From Thy frown and Thine ire
From the perils of dying
Complying with sin
Or relying on self
At the last
[LAUGHING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER, LAUGHTER]
- [SINGING] From the nethermost fire - From all that is evil
- From the power of the devil - Thy servant deliver
[SINGING] Thy servant
Deliver
[SINGING] For once
And forever
[SINGING] But hark! A grand mysterious
Harmony
It floods me
Like the deep and solemn sound
Of many waters
[ALL APPLAUDING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[BELLA CHUCKLES]
Appreciate it.
[SINGING] And now the threshold
As we traverse it
Utters aloud its glad
Responsive chant
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise
To the Holiest
In the height
And in Thy depth
Be praise
GUTHRIE: Good! Good!
That's good! I am proud of you. Elgar would be proud of you.
Two weeks to go, [CHUCKLES] and we're finally getting somewhere.
I'm still not happy about Purgatory.
I... I appreciate that the author is... is Roman Catholic.
But the Church of England is very clear.
There is no such place as Purgatory.
CLYDE: No such place?
Listen, I could take you there tomorrow.
Purgatory starts ten yards from the front line
and it's called No Man's Land.
Every time we mount another damn fool attack,
we cross it, if we're lucky.
That's Purgatory.
Some flounder through it.
Some drown in it.
Some try and crawl out.
They get driven back by their officers,
and get shot if they don't.
That's Purgatory.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- When did this arrive? - This morning.
- Me and all. - And me.
We're to report to the recruiting office
a week after the medical.
Oh, take no notice of me, lads. I was just...
It's not that bad if you keep your head down.
- I knew he was exaggerating. - Were you a good soldier?
- Yes, I didn't get killed. - Just lost an arm.
When you're over there, see if you can find it.
If there's time, I'd like to see a bit of the countryside.
What, if there's an half day, you mean?
- We'll put a stop to war. - FLO: How?
- When we get the vote. - War, war, war.
You lot talk about nothing else.
Mary, Mary. Shall I... see you home?
No fear.
I'm not getting anywhere, am I?
I don't know what you see in her.
She won't even let you kiss her.
That's what I see in her.
WOMAN: Oi!
- ELLIS: Shit, it's her mother. - You two, off you go.
Are you the one that's been courting our Mary?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You know full well. Answer me, yes or no.
We hadn't done anything. I mean, kissed even!
That doesn't surprise me. Takes after her grandma.
Nobody ever laid a finger on her, either.
- Usual, please. - Except her grandpa, presumably.
You cheeky sod.
- Still, I wish you well. - What at?
Crushing the Salvation Army.
I'd outlaw that tambourine.
I don't mind Jesus, but not while we're having our tea.
Sounds as if I'd have been better off with you.
It'll be all right.
Jesus is just a phase.
I never fancied him as a son-in-law.
Thanks, love.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
DOCTOR: Next.
ELLIS: They'll fail Podge. MITCH: Why?
- Open your towel. - ELLIS: He was in our class at school.
He had fits.
Had to get something between his teeth.
Is this right? Are you epileptic?
Only occasionally.
Not so as to stop me shooting Fritz.
Why does he look at your willy?
- ELLIS: The clap. - The clap?
Me? Fat chance.
DOCTOR: Come on, lad. Off you go.
Well, go on, then.
Next!
CLYDE: Don't worry, love. They'll be okay.
Well, you came back, didn't you?
I did.
And I don't mind about Ellis.
He's right enough, if you're happy.
BELLA: I am.
Are you all right, love?
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I didn't think it'd make that much difference,
but it's surprising how much you need both of 'em.
- Uh, there is one thing. - What?
- I don't want to ask. - Nay, go on.
If I can help, I will.
I can't do it with the left hand, it gets tired.
- No, Clyde. - Please.
- You never minded before. - I have to think of Ellis.
Just the one. I'll train myself to do it with the other.
I can, if I put my mind to it.
Please?
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[PANTING]
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SOBS]
[PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING]
He must be a decent chap.
- Who? - Elgar.
Decent, I don't know. Magnificent, yes.
Inspirational.
Generous enough to allow us to tinker with his stuff.
"Tinker"?
- Reimagine. - [PIANO STOPS]
- You haven't told him, have you? - He gave his permission.
[SCOFFS] I mean all this new carry-on.
No orchestra, the cutting, the rearrangement.
We are a fiddling little minor provincial choral society.
He won't want bothering.
It's only an hour away.
- What is? - Manchester.
They're giving him an honorary degree.
- [STUTTERING] Yes, I saw. - The day of the concert.
We could ask him to come.
No, certainly not. He's a great man, he's got better things to do.
He's an old man. Maybe he hasn't.
Oh, be told, the pair of you.
Save your bright ideas for adapting the score.
Well, I have another suggestion.
Why can't we put it into costume...
- Oh. - ...and stage it?
Clyde dressed as a soldier, Mary as a nurse.
This is an oratorio. Dressing up is opera.
Well, we've broken some rules, so why can't we break others?
No, you're right. We... We are nobody.
Our Gerontius is a one-armed youth.
The orchestra is the trio from the Queens Hotel.
Opera, oratorio, who's going to care?
Yes, let's do it.
Huh.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
- You're not nobody. - Well, I am now. [SNIFFLES]
I was somebody once, but... that was in Germany.
Not now.
He must like you.
Never known him accept a suggestion from anyone else, ever.
- He does like me, I suppose. - I do, too.
What?
- I already wrote that letter. - To Elgar?
- No. - Why not?
What's he gonna think of all of this?
- He'll understand. - Why should he? He's...
He's Elgar.
Well, I've done it now. Sorry.
Sorry, Robert.
ELLIS: Cheers, Podge.
- You jammy sod. - Why?
I want to go. I shouldn't have said.
Fits. They're nothing.
- Are these for us? - For the last rehearsal.
Hmm.
That's a Battenberg.
I'm surprised you're still making these.
German muck!
Thank you.
I still don't understand why we're killing folks
who like the same fancies as we do.
I mean, we've got common ground.
[CAR APPROACHING]
MAN: Who's that?
ELLIS: Would you look at that.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - MAN: Bloody hell, what's this?
WOMAN: Who is that?
[GRUNTS]
Is Dr. Guthrie about?
Certainly. Of course. This way.
Nice frock. [CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
How much do they cost, this model?
Why? Thinking of getting one?
[PIANO PLAYING]
GUTHRIE: I'm going to take this in four, and slightly slower,
- and keep an eye on this... - [SOFT GASPS]
[CLEARS THROAT] Uh, may I assist you, sir?
- You're in the Salvation Army. - I am. [CHUCKLES]
Though it's not popular.
I thought that was the point of it?
With the choir.
They don't like me singing on street corners.
I don't mind where I sing.
- I'm singing the Angel. - Oh!
"Make a joyful noise unto the Lord."
- Exactly. - You don't want a cup of tea?
No, I want Dr. Guthrie and I don't have a lot of time.
- Sir Edward. - Dr. Guthrie, Elgar.
- Oh, I'm astonished. - ALL: [GASPING] Elgar!
ELGAR: Forgive my getup. I've been in Manchester.
Is it China where every profession has its own uniform?
This is mine, my musical degree.
In the circumstances, I feel it's quite discreet.
- I certainly don't feel drab. - No.
Composing is a noble profession.
It's romantic, adventurous, and poorly paid.
But for once, this afternoon, I'm allowed to advertise.
I'm not just a jumped-up shop assistant.
- Who thinks that? - I do, for one.
At 34, I was still serving
behind the counter in my father's shop.
- But you're knighted. - Knighted, yeah.
But what's happened to the peerage, hmm?
Still, I'm a humble man, and this is what one appreciates,
to have one's work performed by amateurs.
- Joe Fytton. - Talented amateurs, I'm sure.
- It's an honor, sir. - In the back of beyond.
It's an honor. My daughter.
That is the real distinction.
But, don't worry, I shall not be attending the performance
and I don't expect too much.
Nothing can be worse than The Dream's first outing
when I ran from Birmingham Town Hall with my hands over my ears.
[SOFTLY] Never mind composing, he certainly fucking talks.
ELGAR: I still have nightmares. So...
I am touched that you should want to put it on.
Few societies do. Amateurs not at all.
All they want is Land of Hope and Glory.
If he wants a preview, we're in the shit.
I don't have a lot of time, but is there any chance of
you giving me a hint of what you've been doing?
[SOFTLY] Oh, shit.
GUTHRIE: I wish we could, but this evening is our performance.
- I mean, there is much to do. - No matter.
Just an old man's vanity.
And, besides, the choir has been rehearsing all morning.
- I've sent most of them home. - ELGAR: Not even the young lady?
No, well, she's, um, not prepared.
Well, I could do something.
- I'd like to. - There you are.
And if she sings as delightfully as she looks,
it will be a treat.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[WHISPERS] Oh, dear.
[MAN] Better be good.
There you are.
[PIANO PLAYING]
[SINGING] Softly
And gently
Dearly-ransom'd soul
In my most loving arms
I now enfold thee
And o'er...
[PIANO STOPS]
Softly and gently, dearly-ransom'd soul,
in my most loving arms...
I now enfold thee.
[KISSES HANDS]
Now I must go.
DUXBURY: Sir Edward, before you go...
I know you must be weary of your fans, Sir Edward,
but might I trouble you to sign my score?
No, of course.
- And the young lady's? - MARY: Please.
Forget the dressing gown, he just looks like anybody else.
My late father-in-law springs to mind.
- ELGAR: Are you in the chorus? - No.
I'm actually, uh, one of the principals.
In fact, I was singing Gerontius,
until we brought it up to date.
Oh, fuck.
- Up to date? - Less religious.
Well, it's Cardinal Newman's poem, that's why it's religious.
- So who is Gerontius? - CLYDE: Uh, I am.
But he... No, no, no, he's too young.
You'd be surprised, Sir Edward, how poignant a young man sounds.
Especially at our present moment.
He was wounded at Ypres.
I don't care if he was wounded at Agincourt.
His voice won't be heavy enough.
What else have you meddled with? Let me see the score.
- It... - This is disgraceful.
I hardly recognize it.
- This isn't a score, it's a scrapbook. - [GUTHRIE HESITATES]
What have you done with the orchestration?
We are the orchestra, Sir Edward, our trio.
Trio?
Would you like us to play you an extract?
We've never had any complaints.
And will the tenor be in uniform?
It's my costume.
Costume?
This is an oratorio, it's not fancy dress!
I really can't have this. I thought I was doing you a favor.
You are. It's an interpretation. Art comes out of art.
Not out of mine.
It's your music, even if it's not your story.
- It's Cardinal Newman's story. - The young man is dying.
Why else would he be dying these days except in the trenches?
Like all the rest. Hundreds of them, one after another.
Dying in ditches and on the seas.
One man's death tells you more than a thousand.
And I wouldn't place too much reliance on the war.
I sat next to Field Marshal Haig at the academy dinner
and he told me in confidence
that it will all be over within six months.
You won't look so up to date then.
Go after him. He likes your voice,
you're a good-looking girl. Be... be nice to him.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
ELGAR: Cancel the performance!
MARY: Sir!
I'm sorry, my dear. I cannot allow them to do it.
I have my reputation to think of.
Whereas you... you're wasted here.
I know teachers who can help.
- I'm not a proper singer. - You could be.
I'm just at the mill, I can't afford to...
Don't worry about that.
[CAR ENGINE STARTING]
If I said yes, would you...
DUXBURY: Go on, sing!
MARY: Some of these boys won't be coming back.
[SINGING] Land of hope and glory
Mother of the free
- Oh, God. - She hasn't finished.
I know the rest.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
GUTHRIE: Sir Edward.
Your first big success, triumph, really,
was your Variations on an Original Theme,
- The Enigma Variations. - So?
And you didn't write the theme yourself.
Possibly, it's not important.
You were building on someone else's work.
- We were building on yours. - Driver.
- Art does come out of art! - [GIRL CONTINUES SINGING]
Even yours!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- That's it then, is it? - Miserable sod.
Nothing to look forward to now.
Oh, I don't know. There's France.
Well, we had a good try.
My fault. Don't repeat yourself. The lesson.
Once, even in Nuremberg, enough.
Well, I must say, I'm very disappointed.
We're all disappointed, my dear.
- No. In you. - BELLA: I agree.
Seems such a shame, after all the work we've done.
And the boys going next week.
- We can't do it. - Get it into your heads.
No license. It would be theft.
Not necessarily.
As long as we don't charge for entry, we're in the clear.
- MAN: Is that right? - What, free?
Friends and family.
ELLIS: My mam would come.
Yeah, and mine.
Does anyone here feel like we're done with The Dream of Gerontius?
- ALL: No! - That we can walk away
- and leave it at that? - ALL: No.
Let's put the word out. Now! This minute.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [SLOW MUSIC PLAYING] - [SINGING] Jesu
Maria
I am near to death
And Thou
Thou art calling me
CHOIR: [SINGING] By Thy birth
And by Thy Cross
Rescue him from endless loss
By Thy rising from the tomb
By the Spirit's...
[SINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]
Save him in the day
Of doom
[SINGING] Sanctus fortis
Sanctus Deus
De profundis oro te
Miserere
Judex meus
Parce mihi
Domine
- Rescue him, O Lord - Rescue him, O Lord
Mary, pray for me
Rescue him
[SINGING IN HARMONY]
Joseph, pray for me
By Thy gracious power
[SONG CONCLUDES]
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]
MARY: [SINGING] This child of clay
To me was given
To rear and train
By sorrow and pain
In the narrow way
Alleluia
From Earth
To heaven
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[SINGING] Dispossessed Aside thrust, chucked down
By the sheer might of a despot's will
CHOIR: [SINGING] Dispossessed aside thrust, chucked down
By the sheer might of a despot's will
Dispossessed, aside thrust
[SINGING IN HARMONY]
[SINGING CONTINUES]
Who after expelling
Their hosts, gave!
[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
[SINGING] And now the threshold
As we traverse it
Utters aloud its glad
Responsive chant
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise
To the Holiest
In the height
And in the depth be praise
In all His words
Most wonderful
[VOCALIZING IN HARMONY]
Most sure in all
His ways!
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
MARY: [SINGING] Farewell
But not forever
Brother dear
Be brave and patient
On your bed of sorrow
Swiftly shall pass
Your night of trial here
And I will come
And wake you
On the morrow
Farewell
CHOIR: [SINGING] Praise to the Holiest
In the height
Amen
[SONG CONCLUDES]
[APPLAUSE]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
MAN: It was superb... superb.
[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]
Thank you, sir.
- [KISSES] - [INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]
[INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION]
[EXHALES]
[MUMBLES] One, two, three.
You changed yours, you cheat. I went paper, you went like that.
[GROANS] My legs hurt.
[BOYS CHATTER INDISTINCTLY]
All right, boys. Ready?
- Good and still. - [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]
- FYTTON: Good, good. [SIGHS]
[RAIN PATTERING IN THE DISTANCE]
- [KISSES] - My mam will be coming back.
Nay, she won't.
- She's gone to the pictures especially. - [SIGHS SOFTLY]
- Well, she's on your side. - [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
She's never liked me being in the Army either.
What do you think?
Come on, love. We're off tomorrow.
They all say it's not very nice the first time.
It'll be all right.
Only I've asked God and if I don't do this,
then you'll be safe.
If I do this for God, he'll do this for me.
Nay, Mary.
If God is like that, you'd be better off without him.
What you doing?
- MITCH: Look. - No!
This is me, Mary.
I want you to see what I look like.
Before I go, I want you to see me.
[EXHALES]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
LOFTY: Hello?
Stanley.
- Oh, God. - It's all right, Mrs. Bishop.
I haven't got a telegram.
Well, what is it you want?
Can I come in?
It's important.
What for?
You're a bit young.
- I'm old enough. - I know your Irene.
I used to push your pram.
We're going tomorrow. I've got the money.
Do I have to take my shoes off?
Not unless you want to.
Let me get you a coat hanger.
You don't want to spoil your new uniform.
It looks nice.
- Shall I take it off? - Yes, love.
Mrs. Bishop, I don't just want to...
do it.
I'd like to see you and everything.
You shall.
No. No, love.
It's on the house.
Are you sure?
You can come again, when you come back.
Don't let on to our Irene.
- Thank you very much. - Be careful, love.
- Over there. - [CHUCKLES SOFTLY] I will.
- [EXHALES] - [DOOR CLOSES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Well, I expect he's right. I mean, he'd know, wouldn't he?
- Who? - Elgar.
Whole thing'll probably be over by the time we get there.
That's what Field Marshal Haig told him.
BELLA: Just think on.
- And be careful. - [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
MAN: Good luck, son. WOMAN: Take care of yourself.
Don't be surprised if I come back with a French girl.
MAN: Bye, love. Stay safe!
MAN 2: Bye, love!
I don't suppose there'll be much music.
Still, it might do me good to...
pursue other...
Here are your friends.
- Good luck. - Can I just...
WOMAN: God bless.
WOMAN 2: You be careful, you hear? MAN 1: I'll be fine.
I came down when our Arnold went.
GUTHRIE: Mmm.
There was a band, the Lord Mayor.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
Now there's not even a curate.
- WOMEN: Bye. - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [TRAIN CHUGGING] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[THE ANGEL'S FAREWELL PLAYING]
[LIVELY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC ENDS]