Another Country

[ Radio announcer speaking Russian ]

Hi. Julie Schofield.

Hello.

That thing does work properly, does it?

Oh, it works just fine.

I want my words preserved for posterity.

I won't miss a thing.

-Drink? -Thanks very much.

No bourbon, I'm afraid. Scotch.

Scotch would be great.

-Ice? -Mm-hm.

Yes, of course.

I'm afraid so.

I've always wanted fame.

I've always liked the idea

of my name going down in history.

Going down as a spy for Russia?

Fame or infamy-- what does it matter?

I shan't be forgotten.

If my mother could only see me now.

The last of the few.

It really was only a few?

Oh, there were plenty of people

waiting to see which way to jump.

Things only had to go a little differently and...

well, you know.

But, yes, in practice we were just a few.

A happy few.

"Band of brothers."

Shakespeare. "Henry V."

Our most patriotic king.

How big a band were you, this "band of brothers"?

Some things have to remain secret, even now.

You sure?

Certain, no less.

Background, dear lady, is all I can give you.

The whole delightful, utterly despicable English background.

Well, I understand the delightfulness, all right,

but not why you had to despise it.

How someone of your class and, well, background...

Should want to kick it in the teeth?

Precisely.

You've no idea what...

life in England in the 1930s was like.

Treason and loyalty, they're all relative, you know?

Treason to what?

Loyalty to whom?

That's what matters.

Martineau! Robbins!

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun,

and in the morning,

we will remember them.

We will remember them.

Want to come and have lunch? My parents are down.

That's very nice of you. Thanks.

You were laughing. I was not.

Giggling, then. I didn't utter a sound.

You were giggling silently. I couldn't concentrate at all.

Jaffed.

Even a crusty old Tory like you, Devenish,

must be able to see that it's absolutely ludicrous

for 400 boys to line up and blub for a lot of people

they never even knew.

What do you mean they didn't know?

Who only died in a businessman's war

because they were too damn stupid

to shoot their superior officers

and start a revolution like the Russians.

They werethe superior officers, weren't they?

We could all see who youwere thinking about.

Wharton! Wharton!

A lovely glass of sherry...

Yes, Barclay?

Take these round to all the houses, please.

I want one on every noticeboard before lunch.

Yes, Barclay.

What you forget is all those people died for us.

They died for their class. You aretheir class.

It's damn silly to pretend you're not.

You're always trying to be different.

What's wrong with being different?

Well, you are.

I mean, you want to be elected to be a God,

don't you, Devenish?

-Yes. -They're different.

That's not what I mean.

You wait.

My waistcoats are going to be the most different

you've ever seen.

Why an intelligent person like you

should want to be part

of a self-perpetuating oligarchy--

It's a pity you have to be a prefect

before you can be elected,

else I'd be wearing one now.

Oh, you'll make it next time. Menzies will see to that.

Will l? That's the question.

I expect so.

Would you like to do the honors, Barclay?

Yes, of course.

Well, I must say I think that's the best service yet.

Yes, yes.

Boys!

Any of you seen Martineau?

Bennett, do pull yourself together.

Funny even as though he was there.

Not yet.

Any moment now, the great oak doors of Longford

shall swing open on their rusty hinges...

That door does need oiling.

...and the glorious vision

will step forth here.

He'll stand a moment,

winsomely framed in the tumescent archway.

Doing what?

Sniffing the wind.

Like a dappled deer.

- -Oh, my God.

And then... then he'll shoot a tender yet burning,

soft yet passionate glance

across the 300 yards of sacred turf,

hoping against hope

that I shall be there to receive it.

Hmm.

And I shall lay my heart at his feet.

Must have enormous feet

if they'll stretch from Longford's to here.

-Hello Menzies, want a peek? Thank you, no.

You seen Martineau?

No, I'm afraid I only have eyes for one person

in the entire world.

-Any of you? -Probably with his parents.

I don't think they came down.

Still, never mind. Thanks.

No, thank you for the good-humored restraint

with which you exercise your power, Menzies.

It's not only not fair, it's not even sensible.

Come on, Judd!

Our parents spend hundreds of pounds a year

sending us to this prison so we can be educated

and we spend the entire time playing games.

Quite right too.

Games are good for Bolsheviks.

Teach you a bit of team spirit.

You could be quite good at cricket

if you'd only try.

I don't want to try.

I want to be left alone so I can get on with my work.

I hope you're not taking those binos out of house, Bennett.

Then you hope in vain, Fowler.

Farcical's given me permission to use them for nature study.

Who?

Farcical.

If you mean the Housemaster, kindly use his proper name.

-You didn't. -What?

Use his proper name.

His proper name is Mr. Farquharson.

Are you trying to be clever or something?

I don't have to try. I am clever.

I've half a mind to ask Barclay for permission to beat you.

Well, you've half a mind, we can all agree on that.

- - Quiet!

Get changed, everybody.

Anyone late for the house matches

will be up before Barclay for six strokes.

Ooh!

What you have to grasp, Devenish,

is that Fowler is precisely what

this school was designed to produce.

Not empire builders-- dear me, no.

Building empires needs imagination.

-Empire rulers. -Oh, do dry up.

Fowler will go straight from the King's African Rifles

into the Colonial Service-- you'll see.

-He'll end up with an OBE. -And syphilis.

Bennett, do you mind?

He'll catch it off a little native girl