(slow music) (projector whirring) (triumphant music) (upbeat orchestral music) (gentle orchestral music) ("Rule, Britannia!")

("God Save the Queen") (pipe band music) (man shouting) >> Man: Hear all about it.

Hear all about it.

(crowd cheering) >> Why are they sending so many soldiers, Daddy, if it's only gonna be a little war?

>> To make those stubborn Boers take us seriously this time, my darling.

When they realize Her Majesty intends to put a stop to their nonsense, they'll quiet down.

>> They'd better.

Anyhow, when you get there, you'll stop them, won't you, Daddy?

>> I'll do my best, dear.

(crowd cheering) (hooves clopping) >> I'm gonna miss you so.

>> I'll be back, and we'll be together again before you can say knife.

>> I can say knife a good many times in a year.

>> At the school you'll have charming little girls to play with, books to read, a pony to ride.

And, after all, there'll be Emily, you know.

>> Yes, there will be Emily.

And she does look as though she'll be an understanding friend, don't you think, Daddy?

>> With that intellectual forehead, I'm sure of it.

(horn honking) >> It's not a very cheerful-looking school, is it, Daddy?

>> I'm afraid nothing would seem very cheerful to us at the moment.

>> Well, maybe it'll be better on the inside.

>> Of course it will.

>> Man: I'm sorry, sir.

>> Of course you're sorry.

We're all sorry.

Get him out.

>> The very idea of delivering a thing like this at the front door.

>> Oh, look, Daddy, my pony.

>> Your employer will answer for this.

Now take him away.

>> Yes, far away.

>> Oh no, Daddy.

>> Oh, I say.

Just a moment.

You are Miss Minchin?

>> I am.

>> I'm Captain Crewe.

I'm afraid I've caused you no end of inconvenience.

>> You most certainly have, Captain Crewe.

>> May I step inside and explain?

>> Come in.

>> Wait here with the pony.

>> Man: Righto, Guv'ner.

>> I'm terribly sorry.

I had no intention of having the pony delivered inside your house.

>> There are a number of things beside the pony.

Parcels have been arriving here, collect, for your daughter for hours.

Follow me, please.

(girl sighing) Apparently you are not aware, Captain Crewe, that I conduct one of the most dignified and exclusive schools in London.

>> Oh, yes, yes, so I understood.

That's precisely the reason why I brought my daughter to you.

>> I would not have gathered that from your actions.

>> Really, now, I'm not entirely to blame.

You see, Sara and I have only just arrived from India.

Sara's lived there practically all her life.

We'd no more than got here when I learnt that my regiment was to leave at once for South Africa, so we had to act hurriedly.

>> But I wrote you explaining that I do not take young ladies without an interview and the most impeccable references.

I wrote you, also, that at the moment I had no vacant rooms.

>> Well, in that case, Daddy, we might as well move on.

>> This is a bit awkward.

You see, your letter never reached me and I'm afraid it never occurred to me that any school wouldn't welcome my little Sara.

>> Obviously.

>> If it's a question of my social standing, my father was Sir George Crewe.

You've heard of him perhaps?

>> Oh, naturally.

The best financial references I could give you would be the directors of the South African Holding Syndicate.

I'm the principal stockholder in the syndicate.

>> My brother, Captain Crewe, our professor of elocution and dramatics.

>> How do you do?

>> Charmed, I'm sure.

I say, isn't the Eclipse Diamond Mines one of your holdings?

>> One of the most important, of course.

>> Of course, of course.

>> I'm sorry to appear casual, Miss Minchin, but the situation is quite distressing.

I sail in an hour from the East India Docks.

>> I expect you just have to take me to Africa with you, Daddy.

>> No, no.

And what would a little girl like you do in Africa?

Forgive me, Captain Crewe.

I fear I've been overzealous.

The reputation of my school, you know, one has to be so cautious.

But after this interview, I can see at a glance, such a dear little child.

It would be a pleasure to have her with us.

>> Does that mean I've gotta stay?

>> Yes, dear, you are to have that privilege.

You and your little pony.

>> Such a dear little pony.

>> This is made out to the school.

Will it be enough for the moment?

>> Oh, quite.

>> I should say it would.

Why, it's stupendous.

(laughs) >> I beg your pardon, but haven't I seen you somewhere before?

>> It's quite possible, my dear Captain.

>> Your face is most familiar.

Were you ever on the stage?

I seem to associate you with one of the old music halls.

>> Music hall?

My brother on stage?

Ridiculous.

>> Ridiculous, indeed, you're quite right.

>> And now, shall we look at little Sara's rooms?

Just a moment, Miss Rose.

This is Miss Rose, one of our most capable teachers.

Captain Crewe has done us the honor of placing his little daughter Sara with us.

>> Captain Crewe: How do you do, Miss Rose?

>> How do you do, Captain Crewe?

We shall do everything we can to make your little girl happy.

>> Captain Crewe: I'm sure you will.

>> Children, we have a new pupil, Sara Crewe.

Say, "How do you do?"

to her.

>> Children: How do you do?

>> I'm very well, thank you.

(girls giggling) >> Lavinia, Jessie, that will do.

You may proceed, Miss Rose.

>> Children.

>> She's just like a little princess, isn't she?

>> That's what she is, a princess.

And I expect now some people around here won't think they're so smart.

>> Oh, won't they?

Wait and see.

Princess, indeed.

>> Fortunately, the rooms have just been papered and the fireplace has an excellent draft.

>> But I thought you didn't have any rooms.

>> I didn't know then what a dear little girl was coming.

>> Why does that make more rooms, Daddy?

>> Shh.

>> Lady Bentley's little daughter has only recently vacated the rooms.

Our best suite, of course.

>> Hmm, do you think you could brighten it up a bit?

I'd like it made as gay as possible.

I brought a few things from India, but perhaps you could buy whatever else is necessary.

>> Miss Minchin: With pleasure, Captain Crewe.

>> I'd like Sara to ride every afternoon, if the weather's all right.

>> Of course.

Fortunately, we have a splendid riding master.

>> I expect you think I'm completely spoiling the child.

No doubt you're right, but actually, it's good for her.

She's much too inclined to bury her little nose in a book and keep it there until someone lures her out of it.

You see, Miss Minchin, Sara has no mother and we've never been separated for more than a few days.

>> How touching.

>> This is gonna be very hard for her.

>> Have no fear, Captain Crewe.

I'm a mother to all my little girls.

And now I'll leave you to your farewells.

>> How much longer have we got, Daddy?

>> Only a few minutes, darling.

Are you learning me by heart, little Sara?

>> No, Daddy, I know you by heart.

You're inside my heart.

>> We're gonna be brave, aren't we?

I tell you what.

Let's pretend we're back in India and I'm going away with the troop for a few days.

Shall we?

We've fought this kind of battle before, haven't we?

And you've never cried once when I went away.

Remember?

>> Yes, Daddy.

>> But this is going to be our hardest battle.

We'll be good soldiers, won't we?

>> Yes, Daddy.

>> Shall we say goodbye like we used to at home?

>> Yes, Daddy.

>> All right then.

Chin up.

Go to the window and look out.

Now, say it as we used to.

My daddy has to go away but he'll return most any day.

Any moment I may see my daddy coming back to me.

>> My daddy has to go away but he'll return most any day.

Any.

(sobs) I can't do it this time.

I can't do it.

You're crying too.

>> I'm afraid we're not quite such good soldiers as we thought.

>> Oh, yes, we are.

I can do it now.

My daddy has to go away but he'll return most any day.

Any moment I may see my daddy coming back to me.

(Sara sobbing) (door thudding) (Sara crying) Oh.

(sighs) I will do it, I will.

I'll pretend this is part of a war.

You'll be the enemy, and you'll be my trusty lance.

Now ready, aim, fire!

Oh, ouch!

I guess we'll have to call in reserves.

(parrot squawking) (speaking in foreign language) >> Good morning.

Missee Sahib speaks Hindustani?

>> I've lived in India all my life.

(speaking in foreign language) >> Missee Sahib is going to live in England now?

>> Only till my father gets through making the Boers behave.

>> Mr. Sahib is then a soldier?

>> Yes, my father's a captain, Captain Crewe.

I'm Sara.

What is your name?

>> I am Ram Dass, servant to the honorable Lord Wickham, and to Her Ladyship Rani.

(Rani squawking) >> Ram Dass, Ram Dass!

>> Yes, Sir.

>> Why in the deuce are you dawdling here?

Finish with that bird and get on with your work.

>> Good morning.

>> How do you do?

>> I'll be here at the window most every morning in case you want to talk about India.

>> Morning, Sara.

>> Oh, good morning.

>> Ready for breakfast, dear?

>> Well, I'm trying to be.

But I don't seem to be very good at these buttons.

My thumb gets lost in the holes.

>> Here, let me help you.

Buttons are a bother, aren't they?

>> I never had to button things before, but I'll learn.

>> I'm sure you will.

Here, put your shoe up.

(door knocking) Come in.

Good morning, Becky.

>> Good morning.

Has the young lady any boots to be done?

>> Well, only the pair I wore yesterday.

I'll get them.

>> I'll get them, Miss.

Oh, I begs your pardon, Miss.

>> Are you hurt?

>> No, Miss.

You mustn't be helpin' me, Miss.

>> Just hold your arms out and I'll pile 'em on.

>> Oh no, Miss.

If Miss Minchin was to see- >> You think you can hold two more?

>> Yes, Miss.

>> There, there you are.

Are you all right?

You take care of all those?

>> Yes, Miss.

>> And she does them beautifully.

>> I thanks you, Miss.

>> Thank you for doing my shoes.

Oh!

>> I'm sorry.

>> That's all right.

Goodbye, Becky.

>> Goodbye.

>> Bye.

Well, perhaps this isn't gonna be such a bad school after all, with you and Becky here.

(belling ringing) >> Oh, we'll have to hurry, dear.

Miss Minchin doesn't like anyone to be late.

>> Tell me, Miss Rose.

Do you think Miss Minchin could be as cross as she looks?

What will I have to do today?

>> After breakfast you'll have a class in arithmetic.

>> Arithmetic.

>> Then English, then French.

Then one in elocution and deportment, history and geography.

>> Whew!

I'm gonna be a busy person, aren't I?

When do I get to ride my pony?

>> Later this afternoon, about four o'clock.

>> Oh.

>> Children, our new pupil, Sara Crewe will be down presently.

As you've seen, Captain Crewe is a very delightful man and their family is most distinguished.

I shall expect you to treat her accordingly.

Now, you may take your places.

>> Good morning.

>> Ah, good morning, Sara.

>> Good morning.

>> I'm so happy you feel like joining us this morning.

Did you sleep well?

>> No, I didn't, thank you.

(girls giggling) >> Come, dear.

Lavinia, you and Jessie will move down one place.

Sara will be seated at my right after this.

>> Why, Miss Minchin, this has always been my place.

>> Lavinia!

(plate tapping) For this food and all the bountiful gifts bestowed upon us we are duly grateful and do now give thanks.

Why are you putting salt on your plate, dear?

>> Just in case you should ask me to have one of your eggs.

(people laughing) (Mr. Minchin groaning) (upbeat music) >> Mr. Geoffrey, will I saddle the pony for the wee lassie?

>> I think not, Sandy.

We'd best use the mare for her first few lessons.

>> Very good, sir.

Come on, lad.

>> Hello there.

>> Hello, Geoffrey.

>> What luck, the old girl allowed you to come out.

>> Sara, this is Mr. Geoffrey Hamilton.

Little Miss Crewe's our new pupil.

>> How do you do?

>> How do you do?

I believe I'm to teach you to ride?

>> Teach me?

>> And that means two bob a day extra for me.

>> Oh.

Is two bob a great deal of money?

>> Values are comparative.

In my present state, it's a fortune.

>> Well, in that case, I guess I'd better be taught.

(both laughing) Is my pony ready?

>> I think we'd best start you out on something a little tamer, huh?

>> Oh, then hadn't I better explain things to my pony?

He might feel hurt.

>> Right you are.

Ponies are very sensitive creatures.

Explain the whole thing to him thoroughly.

He's right there by the arch.

>> It, uh, it may take me some time.

>> That's quite all right.

We'll wait here in the tack room.

>> All right.

Hello, General.

Are you glad to see me?

(laughs) Well, if Mr. Geoffrey's gonna give me something tamer than you, I'm afraid it isn't gonna be much of a ride.

>> Rose, something's wrong.

What is it?

>> Miss Minchin's taken away my Thursday afternoons.

>> But why?

>> We must have been seen together.

>> Does that mean that I can never see you alone again?

>> Of course not, darling.

No matter what Miss Minchin says, we'll find a way.

>> I can't understand the woman.

What is she afraid of?

Why shouldn't we see one another?

>> Gossip, I suppose.

She only lives for that school, and her ideas of propriety and snobbishness.

>> Fiddlesticks.

She's afraid of losing an excellent teacher whom she gets for nothing.

I won't stand for it.

I'll have a talk with her myself.

>> On no, darling, you mustn't do that.

She'd only discharge us both.

>> She may not have the chance if things continue to pop in South Africa.

>> You mean you might go?

>> Wouldn't you want me to, if they called for volunteers?

>> Of course, darling.

You'd have to.

Oh, Geoffrey.

>> There's nothing to worry about now, dear.

This Boer rumpus will never get that serious.

>> I expect I'll have to make my visit a little longer.

>> Oh, Mr. Bertie.

Is there one this morning for the little princess?

>> We shall see, my child.

We shall see.

>> If she don't hear from her father every so often her eyes get that sad, it hurts me to look in 'em.

>> Have no fear, little one.

There's a letter for her this time.

>> Oh, am I glad, sir.

(maid giggling) (Bertie singing) (upbeat music) ♪ Last week down our alley came a toff ♪ ♪ Nice old geezer with a nasty cough ♪ ♪ Sees my missus, takes his topper off ♪ ♪ In a very gentlemanly way ♪ ♪ "Wot cher!"

all the neighbors cried ♪ ♪ Who yer gonna meet, Bill ♪ ♪ Have yer bought the street, Bill ♪ ♪ Laugh!

I thought I should've died ♪ ♪ Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road ♪ >> A letter?

>> It's from my daddy.

>> Oh, how nice.

>> But it isn't.

It's very bad news.

>> Really?

What's the matter, dear?

>> He says the Boers aren't behaving quite as he expected and he may not get here in time for my birthday.

>> But that's months off.

So many things may happen before then.

He may still come, you know.

"I am writing Miss Minchin to give you a birthday party "such as I should give you if I were there.

"You are to go on a regular spree.

"Buy anything and everything your heart desires.

"Now, last and most important of all, my darling, "I want you to pause "at exactly two o'clock on your birthday.

"Close your eyes and send me a kiss, "for my eyes also will be closed "and I will be giving you a kiss too."

Isn't he the most wonderful man in all the world?

>> With one exception.

>> Well, Mr. Geoffrey is very nice.

(triumphant music) What's that?

(crowd cheering) Who are they, Miss Rose?

>> They're the volunteers.

>> Are they going to South Africa too?

>> Yes, dear.

They're going to the relief of our poor soldiers at Mafeking.

>> Something the matter with our soldiers at Mafeking?

>> The Boers have them all cut off and we've been unable to break through their lines to get help to them.

>> Oh.

>> They're sick and hungry, dear, and desperate.

They're holding out like true British soldiers.

>> Miss Rose, my daddy's at Mafeking.

(Sara sobbing) >> Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

I didn't know.

>> Oh, Miss Rose.

>> Oh, shh.

Darling, you mustn't cry.

I'm sure he'll be all right.

>> Good afternoon, Mr. Geoffrey.

>> Good afternoon, Martha.

Is Miss Sara ready for her ride?

>> Yes, sir, she'll be down presently.

>> Thanks.

Oh, are we all ready?

>> Hello, Geoffrey.

>> The two most beautiful ladies in the world.

Why, you're not in your riding things.

>> Oh, I can't go today.

Ermengarde needs extra tutoring.

>> Oh, will it take all afternoon?

>> I'm afraid so.

I have to stay with her till she can spell Constantinople.

>> Good heavens, that may take months.

>> You leave that to me.

>> Shall we go?

Have you been crying?

But you have.

There are still tears in your eyes.

>> It's just this London fog.

>> Oh, well, if that's all, let's be off, shall we?

>> Mr. Geoffrey, would you mind very much if we didn't ride today?

>> Not at all, dear.

But may I ask why not?

>> I'd like to talk to you.

>> All right.

>> It's about Mafeking.

Are the soldiers really starving and sick and cut off from everything?

You see, my father's there, and I've got to know.

>> Oh, it's not as bad as all that.

Our men aren't having an easy time of it, it's true.

But they're holding out, and we're sending fresh troops every day, you know.

Why, they'll be relieving Mafeking in no time at all now.

>> It's getting harder every day to pretend my father's safe.

>> Don't you worry.

See here.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I enlisted today.

And while I don't want Miss Rose to know quite yet, I'll be going over there shortly myself.

>> To Mafeking?

Then perhaps you can help my father.

>> Rather.

We'll get him out.

>> What the blazes are you doing here?

>> Hello.

>> Answer me, you impudent puppy.

What are you doing here?

>> Don't be frightened, Sara.

It's only my grandfather.

>> Don't you believe him, young woman.

I disowned him the day he was born.

>> And we're really very fond of each other.

>> Of course we are.

What?

We're nothing of the kind.

>> As a favor to me, will you please stop shouting at my best paying pupil.

>> Pupil?

Paying?

What are you talking about?

>> I am master of the horse in this exclusive seminary for young ladies.

You, you, you take advantage of my absence to become a riding master?

And next door to my own house?

Where's your family pride, boy?

>> Well, sir, one must eat, and family pride is a pretty thin diet.

>> Oh, blackmail, eh?

You think I'll buy you off.

>> I hadn't thought of that, but it's not a bad idea.

>> Well I'll see you hanged, drawn, and quartered first.

Wait till I see the woman who runs this school.

I'll put a spoke in your wheel.

>> Do.

She'd love to know my grandfather is Lord Wickham.

She'll probably raise my salary.

(Lord Wickham groaning) >> They have finished, Missee Sahib, and Lord Wickham is coming.

>> Then I'm going.

>> Impudent young pup.

Just like his father.

Riding master, bah.

>> Maybe you're fond of him, but I don't think he's very fond of you.

>> Oh, he's harmless.

His bark's worse than his bite.

>> I should hope so.

Why is he so mad at you?

>> Oh, he isn't really.

He was angry with my father.

I'm mixed up in their quarrel.

What he really wants is to have me come begging to him for help.

He'd be eating out of my hand if I would.

>> I don't think I'd care to have him eating out of my hand.

>> How would you like to have me eating out of your hand?

>> You?

That would be different.

>> Well, I shall, if you'll do me a favor.

A very important one.

>> Oh, could I?

>> I've got an idea that you're the only one in the world who could.

I want you to get Miss Rose to go shopping with you next Wednesday.

>> Shopping?

>> Shopping's as good an excuse as any for Miss Minchin.

Now, listen.

(whispers) >> Really?

To Miss Rose?

Has she said she would?

Oh, that's wonderful.

No, not a soul, not even Emily.

>> Good girl.

Now I've got to go.

I must do some preliminary shopping.

>> You don't have to tell me what for.

Something gold and shiny.

>> Right you are.

(both laughing) (door knocking) >> Come in.

What do you want?

I'm very busy.

>> Miss Minchin, I wanted to ask you something.

>> Oh, it's you.

What do you want, dear?

>> I want to ask you a big favor.

>> Yes?

>> Mr. Geoffrey's leaving today for the war.

He's been so very nice to me.

I thought I oughta fill my social obligations by doing something for him.

That's what you teach us, isn't it?

When someone shows you a kindness, you show them one in return.

>> Doing something for Mr. Geoffrey scarcely comes under the rules of social obligations.

But what is it you want to do for him?

>> May I have him for tea?

>> Here, at the school?

>> Oh, couldn't I, please, since he's going away to war?

>> Well, I suppose it would be permissible since he was one of the teachers.

You need not mention it to the other young ladies however.

>> No, Miss Minchin.

Thank you, Miss Minchin.

Oh, thank you, Miss Minchin.

(door thudding) >> We must eat something, after all the trouble little Sara's gone to.

>> I think she'll understand.

You've forgotten your ring.

>> No, I haven't.

See?

I'm always afraid I'll forget and wear it in front of Miss Minchin.

I did yesterday and, fortunately for us, she didn't see it.

>> How I'd love to tell the old girl.

>> You can't do that yet, darling.

>> I know.

You sorry you married me?

>> As though you didn't know.

>> I only wanted you to tell me again.

Oh, my darling.

I'll be living this last week over every moment that I'm away from you.

>> Then we won't be separated, will we?

Because I'll be living it over too.

>> I thought you were having Mr. Hamilton to tea.

>> I am.

I mean, I was, but.

>> Who's in that room?

>> Oh, please don't go in there, Miss Minchin.

(Miss Minchin sighing) >> Miss Minchin, Miss Rose and I- >> We were saying goodbye, Miss Minchin.

>> How dare you risk the reputation of my school in this manner?

>> Nothing's happened that damages your precious school's reputation.

As a matter of fact, Miss Rose and I- >> Geoffrey, for my sake.

>> Oh, please, Miss Minchin.

It was all my fault.

>> Silence.

Since you are here merely to say goodbye, please do so now.

>> Bye, Geoffrey.

>> Bye, Mr. Geoffrey.

>> Bye, dear.

>> Sara, I shall expect an explanation of this.

>> Yes, Miss Minchin, as soon as I can think of one.

(train whistle blowing) (people talking) >> They've been cornered like rats for seven months.

>> I say send more troops to Mafeking if it takes every man in England.

>> I'm with you.

>> No, no!

Oh, my boy, my boy, my boy!

Oh, they've killed my boy!

>> I know soldiers are supposed to stand a lot and my daddy is a good soldier, but they've waited so long for help.

Please do something about Mafeking right away or they'll all be lost.

My daddy won't come back.

(crowd cheering) (bell ringing) Oh.

(triumphant music) >> Man: Mafeking is relieved.

Mafeking is relieved.

(pipe band music) >> Mafeking is relieved.

Mafeking is relieved!

Oh, thank you for being so quick about it this time.

(crowd cheering) (upbeat music) Get up, get up, Mafeking is relieved.

(door knocking) Get up.

Wake up, everybody.

Mafeking is relieved.

Oh, Mr. Bertie!.

Did you hear?

Mafeking's relieved.

>> Yes, darling.

Isn't it great news?

(Sara laughing) >> Rose: Sara.

>> Oh, Miss Rose, they're saved.

My daddy and Mr. Geoffrey are saved.

>> What is it?

>> What's the matter?

>> Girl: What's wrong?

>> Nothing's wrong.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Mafeking is relieved.

(children cheering) >> Children.

>> Oh, Miss Minchin, isn't it wonderful?

Do you hear the cheering?

>> Group: Hooray!

(upbeat music) (crowd cheering) ♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪ ♪ And never brought to mind ♪ >> Becky, Becky, Becky!

>> Oh, Lord, I'm glad for you, Miss.

>> He's safe, Becky, my daddy is safe.

(girls giggling) (upbeat music) (crowd cheering) (children cheering) >> Children, children.

Attention, please.

It is a happy circumstance that Sara's birthday should fall on a day when we're celebrating a glorious victory for Her Majesty's army.

And now, Sara, will you explain to the children your wishes about your birthday?

>> I'm very happy to have you here.

I thought I would like to give presents today, not just receive them because I, I wanted to show how grateful I am that my father has been rescued.

(children murmuring) >> Quiet, children, quiet.

>> Can we do the presents now?

>> Yes, but your gifts first, Sara.

This is from me.

>> Ooh, thank you, Miss Minchin.

Now all I need is to know how to sew.

(all laughing) >> And this from the entire school.

Here are pictures of your native India.

>> Oh, thank you ever and ever so much.

I shouldn't have to pretend nearly so hard when I want to make believe I'm there.

>> And now, do you want the others to have their presents?

>> Yes, if you please.

They're all over here.

And your names are all on them.

Here you are, Miss Rose.

>> Oh, how nice.

>> Would you help with the other presents?

>> Of course, dear.

>> And this is for you, Miss Minchin.

>> Oh, how thoughtful, Sara.

>> And, uh.

(children murmuring) >> Rose: Ermengarde, for you.

Elizabeth.

>> From one old trouper to another.

Me in younger and happier days when I was better known as Bubbling Bertie.

>> Oh, thank you.

We'd better keep this present a secret.

>> Mum's the word.

>> I should say it is.

Here, this is from me.

>> Thank you.

>> Hope you like it.

>> It's just what I wanted.

>> Mum's the word, you know.

>> Rather.

(Sara giggling) >> Oh, Miss.

>> Oh.

>> Here's my present, Miss.

It ain't so very good.

>> Oh, thank you, Becky.

>> It ain't nothin' but flannel, Miss, and the flannel ain't so very new.

>> Why, you dear Becky.

You made it all yourself.

>> Yes, Miss.

I made it at nights.

I knew you could pretend it was satin with diamond pins stuck in.

>> It's beautiful, Becky.

I shall love it.

>> Oh, will you, Miss?

The flannel ain't so very new.

>> And this isn't so very new either.

It's my present to you.

>> A present for me, Miss?

>> Yes, Becky, with my love.

>> What is it, Miss?

>> It's a scarab from Egypt.

My daddy gave it to me because it brings good luck.

I'd rather you had it than anyone else I know.

>> Oh, my Lord, Miss.

I think I'm going to faint.

>> Oh no, Becky, not now.

I have lots more presents for you too in my room.

>> I don't know what to say, Miss.

>> You're sweet, Becky.

>> Yes, yes, it's very nice.

>> Oh, look at mine, Miss Minchin.

>> Beg pardon, Miss.

>> Yes?

>> Mr. Barrow of Barrow and Skipworth is here to see you.

>> Today?

I didn't send for him.

>> He seems very much upset about something.

He's waiting in your office.

>> Very well, I'll go at once.

>> Miss Rose.

>> The scarf is beautiful.

>> Miss Rose, will you be sure to tell me when it's almost two o'clock?

>> Of course, dear.

>> You know, I have a very special appointment with my daddy.

He's gonna be thinking of me at exactly two.

>> I'll watch the time.

>> Thank you, Miss Rose.

>> Oh, Sara, thank you for the handkerchiefs.

They're lovely.

Don't you think it's time to cut the cake?

>> Oh yes, the cake.

(girls giggling) >> Please be seated, Mr. Barrow.

>> How much did you advance for this party?

Quite a sum, I suspect.

>> What does it matter?

Captain Crewe is a very wealthy man.

His check will be here shortly.

>> No, Miss Minchin.

There'll be no check.

>> What?

What do you mean by that?

>> The late Captain Crewe.

>> The late Captain Crewe?

>> Captain Crewe is dead.

He was so reported in the list this morning.

Moreover, he died a bankrupt.

>> Bankrupt?

But his property, his mines.

>> His property and his mines were confiscated by the enemy.

>> You mean to tell me that that child is penniless, that she's left on my hands with nothing?

>> She's certainly left penniless, and she's certainly left on your hands.

She hasn't a relative in the world that we know of.

>> But her father's account is overdrawn.

I was expecting a check and advanced the money for this party.

>> So I understand.

>> But this is monstrous.

>> Now you have to make a wish and blow out all the candles with one breath.

>> My wish is that my father will come back real soon.

>> Now, take a big breath.

>> I haven't got very good lungs, have I?

(all laughing) >> I'll turn her out in the streets.

>> You think that wise, Miss Minchin?

The reputation of your school, you know.

>> My school?

>> Well, the report might get about.

And it might not sound well to the parents of some of your other pupils.

>> Yes, that is so.

>> Of course, the child could be made to serve in your employ until her indebtedness is worked out.

>> But that would take years.

>> Quite so, but at least it's better than nothing.

>> Hurry, children.

Your ice cream's melting.

>> Thank you, Sara.

>> Sara, it's almost two o'clock, darling.

>> Thank you, Miss Rose.

(clock chiming) Oh, Daddy, I'm thinking of you.

And I know that wherever you are, you're thinking of me too.

Oh, Miss Rose, I felt him with me, I really did.

>> Miss Minchin wants you, dear.

>> Oh, all right.

>> Children, you will leave your gifts here.

>> Why?

Where are they going?

Why can't they take their presents with them?

>> Because they're not yours to give.

>> But I don't understand.

>> Miss Minchin: You will later.

Go to your room now.

>> But, Miss Minchin.

>> Sara, go to your room.

All of you.

(children murmuring) >> Now will you tell me what it's all about?

>> What has happened, Miss Minchin?

>> Whatever it is, you might have let her off easier.

>> Silence.

Captain Crewe is dead.

His name appeared on the list today.

He's left the child a pauper.

>> Oh, Miss Minchin.

>> You had better tell her.

>> Oh, I couldn't do that.

>> You will do as you are told.

>> Oh, Miss Rose, what's wrong?

Why did Miss Minchin stop the party?

>> Sara, I want to talk to you a minute, dear.

Oh, darling.

>> Oh, Miss Rose, What is it?

>> Sara, you're a soldier's daughter.

And you know that that means being brave and courageous, don't you?

No matter what happens.

>> Oh, Miss Rose.

Is it something awful?

>> Your father.

>> But my father's all right.

Mafeking is relieved.

You heard them say so.

>> Help didn't get there soon enough, dear, for him.

His name appeared on the list this morning.

>> You mean, with the wounded?

>> No, dear.

>> My daddy is.

>> Oh, Sara, I'm so sorry.

>> It can't be, it isn't true.

I won't believe it.

He isn't dead, he isn't.

(Sara sobbing) >> Have you?

>> Yes.

>> You may go.

Sara.

You understand, of course, that these rooms can no longer be yours.

Come with me.

This is to be your room in the future.

I shall have to sell your furnishings and your clothes to pay part of the debt your father owed.

Ordinarily you would go to a charitable institution but I'm going to let you remain here.

There will be duties for you to perform, of course.

I hope you appreciate my kindness in not sending you away.

I was unable to find a black dress among your things so one of the girls has given you this.

You'd better take off that party frock and put this on.

I'll send up some shoes.

(door thudding) (bell tolling) I don't believe it.

I don't.

I don't!

My daddy has to go away but he'll return most any day.

Any moment I may see my daddy coming back to me.

(children talking) >> And Miss Minchin's gonna sell all her things.

(tuts) >> It was beastly having to give back our presents.

>> How do you feel now about your little princess?

>> Oh, Miss.

Is there anything I can do?

>> No, Becky.

Thank you.

(children talking) >> Sara, I'm sorry.

>> Sara, from now on you are not to sit with us.

Return to your room and smooth down those curls.

Then go to the kitchen.

Run along now.

Girls.

Lavinia, you may take your old place beside me.

>> Mrs. O'Connell.

>> Oh, so the missus has sent you down to me, has she?

>> Miss Minchin said I'm to have my breakfast here.

>> You'll do more than eat your breakfast if you work for that one.

>> I should be glad to help.

>> You will, eh?

Look at you.

Look what you're doing.

For that you'll get no breakfast.

Min, you better make some more toast for the missus.

>> Right you are.

Coming up.

>> Here's your breakfast.

Take it over there.

We don't associate with royalty.

(Min laughing) >> Let me wait on you, Miss.

>> No, you don't.

She can wait on herself.

You can sit there and watch her eat.

Perhaps that will teach you a lesson.

>> Please, Mrs. O'Connell, may I give my breakfast to Becky?

I'm not hungry this morning.

>> Give it to the cat if you like and get to work.

Wash them dishes.

>> No, Miss.

I don't want it.

>> The mail just came.

>> Miss Rose?

I'll take the mail, if you please.

My darling girl, I have been half mad trying to find a way out for you since your letter reached me.

But it has come.

My grandfather has relented.

I pray heaven that this money and my love will help you bear what lies ahead.

Geoffrey.

>> You say this girl's a teacher at your school?

>> She was until I discharged her today.

We're not likely to hear from her again.

>> And I was prepared to turn over a handsome sum to that boy when he got back.

Even made an ass of myself and sent him a check.

>> Then I was right to withhold this.

He made it over to her.

>> You're not very fond of the girl, are you?

>> Hardly, under the circumstances.

>> You're sure the girl has no legitimate claims on him?

>> I brought her up from a foundling.

Is it likely she would not have consulted me if their love had been respectable?

>> Ram Dass!

>> Yes, Sahib.

>> In future, if any letters or cables come from Mr. Geoffrey, they're to be returned unopened.

>> As you wish, Sahib.

(thunder rumbling) (rain pattering) (door knocking) >> Becky?

Come in, Becky.

>> I'm glad you weren't asleep, Miss.

It's one of them lonely nights.

>> Yes.

I wonder where Miss Rose is.

I shall miss her terribly.

>> We're all alone in the world now, aren't we, Miss?

>> No, no, we're not alone.

There's my father, you know.

>> Your father?

But Cook says he- >> You mustn't say that.

It isn't true.

He's not dead.

He's sick or wounded somewhere, or he'd send for me, but he's not dead.

>> How do you know, Miss?

>> Something inside tells me so.

And sometimes I hear him calling for me.

>> Oh, Lord, Miss.

♪ Oh don't rob the children of the sunshine ♪ ♪ They won't ♪ >> You, you're smoking.

>> As you see, today, my good woman, the British Army is behind me.

>> That uniform.

You're not going to war?

>> Quite.

To the very cannon's mouth, if need be.

>> But why?

>> Because, old girl, I'm fed to the teeth with your bullying.

And your treatment of Rose and little Sara is the last straw.

I prefer the less painful horrors of the battlefield.

>> Are you daring to criticize me?

>> Astonishing, isn't it?

But it proves that I'm competent to lead my men into the very jaws of death.

>> After this, you may never expect help from me again.

>> I am quite calm, for if the bloodthirsty Boer spares me, the footlights will see Bubbling Bertie once again.

>> Hubert, you wouldn't do that to me.

>> Oh, wouldn't I?

Well, ta-ta, old girl.

(Miss Minchin gasping) (horse hooves clopping) >> If you please, sir?

>> Yes, lassie?

>> Were you at the siege of Mafeking?

>> Aye.

That's where I stopped the bullet that stopped me.

>> Then did you know my father?

>> Your father?

What might his name be, lassie?

>> Captain Reginald Crewe.

>> Your father a captain?

>> Yes.

They say he is dead, but I know it can't be.

I've asked so many soldiers about him.

I hoped you could tell me.

>> No, lassie.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Why don't you ask in the hospital there?

Maybe they'll have some record of him.

>> Thank you, sir.

I will.

If you please, sir.

>> Why, the little princess, as I live.

>> It's Mr. Bertie.

>> In person.

>> But I thought you'd gone to war.

>> No.

Lord Roberts wanted me to, of course but he said, "Bertie, old boy, the wounded need you.

"So you stay here and cheer up the brave lads "who have fallen in our just cause."

So I'm practically in command of this hospital.

>> Oh, Mr. Bertie, could my father be in there?

>> Your father, princess?

>> Yes.

You see, I know he isn't dead.

And I've been looking and looking.

He could be among the wounded, couldn't he?

>> Yes.

>> I'm almost sure he is, somewhere.

If you're in charge, could I please look for him in there?

>> Well, uh- >> Please?

>> Yes, yes, of course you may.

Things like that can happen, you know.

>> Mr. Bertie, why don't they salute you if you're in command here?

>> Well, uh, discipline in a hospital is rather, uh, lax.

>> Oh.

>> I say, Major.

They're waiting for you in Ward B.

There's a lot of trash up there.

>> Uh, very good.

I'll get one of my men to attend to it.

>> Get one of your what?

>> Well, two of my men then, carry on.

>> Orderly.

>> Sir?

>> What's this child doing here before visiting hours?

>> Well, you see, sir- >> Well, well, well?

>> If you please, sir, the major's helping me to find my father, sir.

>> The major?

>> To her, sir.

You see, we're old friends, sir.

I knew her father, Captain Crewe, who was reported killed at Mafeking.

The child's sure there's some mistake, so I'm helping her search among the wounded.

>> Could you tell me anything about my father, sir?

>> Sorry, my dear, I can't.

Carry on, Major.

>> Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

>> Go on.

This little girl's father has been killed, but she insists he's alive so I'm letting her look around.

We'll try another ward.

(people talking) >> Man: Hello, Bertie.

>> Man: There's old Bertie.

>> Bertie, old boy.

>> Give us a song, lad.

>> Attention, men.

Attention.

Official inspection.

>> He isn't here either.

But someone might know about him.

If you please, sir, were you at the siege of Mafeking?

>> I was that, darlin'.

It's where I picked up the bug.

'Twas no bigger than the seed of a thistledown that laid me low.

Ah, the bugs down there are worse than their bullets.

>> Then perhaps you didn't know my father.

>> I'm afraid that I wouldn't have known my own father, (coughs) with the fever that was on me.

>> Thank you, sir.

>> It's all right, darlin'.

>> Hello.

>> If you please, sir, were you with the troops at Mafeking?

>> Yes, yes, of course I was.

That's where I ran away, you know.

>> Then did you know my father, Captain Crewe?

>> Yes, yes, of course.

That's a fine-looking officer, isn't he?

He ought to do well.

>> But where did you see my father last?

Where is he now?

>> Where's who?

>> My father.

>> One soldier, more or less, doesn't make any difference, you know.

I'm making thousands and thousands for England.

See?

Fine, strong fellows who won't be afraid, as I was.

I was afraid of the noise.

That's why I ran away, you know.

>> He said he knows my father, but he won't tell.

>> He's living in a dream, Sara.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Come on, dear.

>> Don't go yet, lad.

Give us a song.

>> Give us a song, Bertie.

>> How about it, dear?

Shall we sing them a song to cheer them up?

Our old specialty.

>> Not today, Mr. Bertie.

>> Oh come on, darling.

Let's try and forget our own troubles and do something for these lads, shall we?

>> All right, I'll try.

>> Oh, you darling.

What about "The Old kent Road"?

>> That's the one.

Mac here will play for you.

>> Have a go at it, Mac.

(upbeat music) ♪ Ev'ry evenin' at the stroke of five ♪ ♪ Me and the missus takes a little drive ♪ ♪ You'd say, wonderful they're still alive ♪ ♪ If you saw that little donkey go ♪ ♪ When we starts the blessed donkey stops ♪ ♪ He won't move, so out I quickly hops ♪ ♪ Pals start whackin' him, when down he drops ♪ ♪ Someone says he wasn't made to go ♪ ♪ "Wot cher!"

all the neighbors cried ♪ ♪ Who yer gonna meet, Bill ♪ ♪ Have yer bought the street, Bill ♪ ♪ Laugh!

I thought I should've died ♪ ♪ Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road ♪ ♪ "Wot cher!"

all the neighbors cried ♪ ♪ Who yer gonna meet, Bill ♪ ♪ Have yer bought the street, Bill ♪ ♪ Laugh!

I thought I should've died ♪ ♪ Knocked 'em in the Old Kent Road ♪ (audience applauding) >> Mr. Bertie, will it be all right if I come again tomorrow?

>> I shouldn't run away too often, princess.

You might get punished, you know.

I'll keep a sharp lookout whenever the wounded come in.

>> You don't really believe he'll ever come, do you?

>> Yes, yes, of course I do.

I told you, missing men often turn up.

>> Then I'd better come.

You might not know him if he were very much changed.

>> All right, dear.

You come.

>> Goodbye, Mr. Bertie.

>> Goodbye, dear.

>> Are you hungry?

(birds chirping) Here.

Poor little things.

There won't be any worms for you this morning.

(Rani squawking) >> Good morning, little Missee Sahib.

>> Good morning, Ram Dass.

>> Feeding your little friends?

>> Yes.

But I couldn't save them very much from my supper last night.

>> Oh, it is difficult for them when the snow comes.

(Rani squawking) Rani, Rani!

>> Oh, Rani.

Rani, you look as though you know you're being naughty, and enjoying it.

(laughs) >> Rani, Rani, for shame.

>> Here she is, on the bookshelves.

>> Bookshelves?

>> Oh, I forgot.

I pretend they're bookshelves and filled with beautiful books.

>> Then I better remove her before she ruins your set of Dickens.

(both laughing) (Rani squawking) Rani.

This is your, uh, your room, Missee Sahib?

>> Yes.

It's so little and so high above everything, that it's almost like a nest in a tree.

I can lie on my soft sofa and look up in the sky through that little window on the roof.

>> Sofa?

>> It looks more like a soft sofa when it's made up and you imagine it has down quilts and lovely cushions to curl up on.

>> There is a fire sometimes, of course?

>> Well, that is the hardest of all to imagine, especially at night.

But it's lovely when you can.

The grate shines so when it's polished and the nice bright coals settle on the hearth.

>> Oh, hurry, Miss.

The cook wants you, and she's in an awful stew.

>> Oh, my goodness.

Excuse me if I run.

I've got to go to the butcher's.

I'll get my ears boxed if I don't hurry.

>> Yes, Missee Sahib.

(door thudding) >> Listen to this.

"Hospital ship Mercy arrives.

"1,200 wounded, disembarked."

>> Cook: Does it give any of the names?

>> Min: There ain't no list.

Oh, I hope my poor Harry's among 'em.

>> Cook: A wounded husband is better than no husband at all, eh, Min?

(laughs) >> Becky, I've got to get to the hospital before nine o'clock when they close to visitors.

Somehow, I've got to.

>> Yes, Miss.

(bowl clattering) >> Well, you clumsy ox.

For that, you'll whistle for your supper.

>> Oh, Ma'am, she ain't had no lunch.

You put things away 'fore she got back from the grocer's.

>> Who do you think you're talking to?

You'll both go hungry.

Now clean up this mess.

Go on, get on with it.

>> Some sorry cases in this batch, Doctor.

>> Yes, poor devils.

>> Oh, hello, Doctor.

>> Doctor, this man is an unknown.

His papers were lost.

Delirium following malarial fever.

>> We're very much concerned about him, sir.

>> Anemia, heart action weak, respiration low.

Well, that's to be expected.

>> But his mind doesn't clear, sir.

He has no lucid moments.

>> Hm, temporary paralysis of some nerve center, or a blood clot possibly.

>> Man: More likely to be the latter, sir.

He received a nasty head wound.

>> Sara, Sara.

>> He repeatedly calls for this person Sara.

>> You can't learn who this Sara is?

>> No way of finding out, sir, till his identity is established.

>> Sara, Sara.

>> You better go now, Miss.

I'll finish up for you.

>> Thank you, Becky.

I'll have to fly.

>> Yes, Miss.

>> Here, hold your horses.

Where do you think you're going?

>> Well, I- >> Miss Lavinia wants some coal for her fire.

Off to it.

>> Oh, Sara, you look so tired, and you look hungry too.

Are you actually hungry, Sara?

>> Yes, I am hungry.

I'm so hungry I could eat you.

>> Put on plenty.

My father pays for it.

Just a moment.

Our princess seems to be in a hurry.

Could it be that she's going to a ball?

Come back here and clean up that hearth.

I'd like my shawl, the pink one.

It's on my bed.

Cover me, please.

I find the room a bit chilly.

(bells tolling) (horse hooves clopping) >> Man: Good night, sir.

>> Good night.

>> Good night.

(door knocking) >> Hello, princess.

What are you doing out so late?

>> I've come to see the new soldiers that got here today.

>> Not tonight, my girl.

It's closing time.

>> But I've got to.

I ran away especially.

>> Now then, young 'un, take it easy.

>> Please let me in.

I'm sure he's here this time.

>> You're sure every time, princess.

I'm sorry.

You run on home and come back tomorrow morning.

That's a good little girl.

All right, good night now.

>> He will recover from the effects of the fever but I'm convinced there is brain pressure.

>> You advise an operation then?

>> Yes, do you agree?

>> I do.

And Dr. MacNeish in Edinburgh is the man.

>> Yes, splendid, splendid.

List this man for removal to Edinburgh in the morning.

>> Yes, Doctor.

>> Sara, Sara.

>> Sara?

Where have you been?

Answer me.

You've been out, haven't you?

>> Yes, Miss Minchin.

>> What do you mean by disobeying my orders?

>> I had to.

I had to look for my father.

>> This ridiculous search for your father.

All this making believe and refusing to face facts, it's indecent.

I've had enough of it.

You must realize once and for all that your father is dead.

>> Don't you say that.

He's not dead, he's not!

And you can't stop me from looking for him either.

>> How dare you speak to me in that manner, you impudent little.

I'll attend to you further in the morning.

>> I can't be a good soldier much longer.

I'm cold, and I'm hungry too.

Do you hear?

No, you don't hear.

You don't hear and you don't care.

You're nothing but a doll, a doll.

You never had a heart to make you feel.

You're just a doll.

(Sara sobbing) (gentle music) (upbeat music) (fanfare music) (upbeat music) >> Your Highness, please forgive me, but something has gone amiss.

There is an angry woman outside to report a stolen kiss.

>> Tell her she must go away.

Come around some other day.

>> I have told her but she won't.

You must see her.

If you don't, she'll scream her head off.

>> Tell her to hush.

>> She won't be hushed.

>> Then tell her to shush.

>> I am afraid she won't be shushed.

>> I won't be shushed.

I won't be hushed.

I know my rights.

I know the law.

And I know also what I saw.

>> What did you see?

>> I saw him.

>> You saw who?

I mean, whom?

>> I saw that lad steal a kiss from that shameless little miss.

Don't be fooled by all their shyness.

They are a wicked pair, Your Highness.

There is a law, I understand, against kissing in this land.

>> There is a law that reads like this.

No one is to steal a kiss.

>> Ah, but, Princess, I've a feeling this is not a case of stealing.

>> Silence, fool.

I know the law.

What I say I saw I saw.

What I saw- >> She's on a seesaw.

I saw, you saw, he saw, she saw.

>> Women: On a seesaw.

On a seesaw.

I saw, you saw, he saw, she saw.

>> What she tells us may be true.

And if it is, what can we do?

>> If you ask me, we should listen to the lad who did the kissin'.

>> I object.

It would not be wise.

He would only tell you lies.

>> Let him speak.

Come, lad, this way.

Now then, what have you to say?

>> Please, Your Highness, I confess.

When I saw such loveliness, it was too much to resist.

I just thought she should be kissed.

So I kissed her, kissed her twice.

It was very, very nice.

>> So he kissed her, kissed her twice.

It was very, very nice.

>> There, you see?

He broke the law.

What I say I saw I saw.

>> Please, don't start all that again.

>> But he stole a kiss.

That's plain.

>> Yes, it looks as if it's true and I'll have to punish you.

(gentle music) >> No, please.

Let me say a word.

It is not the way you heard.

Please, he did not steal a kiss.

I gave it to him, just like this.

>> There, you see.

I had a feeling this was not a case of stealing.

>> I'm not sure.

It's not quite plain.

Could I see that kiss again?

You were right.

I have a feeling this was not a case of stealing.

>> Right, the law has been abused.

This lad has falsely been accused.

>> He is hers and she is hissen.

That old witch should go to prison.

>> You're a very wicked woman.

>> Princess, I am only human.

>> Listen to the old grandmommy.

You're a nasty Peeping Tommy.

>> Banish her from here forever.

Never show your face here, never.

>> Group: Banish her from here forever.

Never show your face here, never.

>> What I say I saw I saw.

I know my rights, I know the law.

>> Come and sit beside me here.

Your kiss has made things very clear.

>> Thank you, Princess.

>> Don't thank me.

'Twas that kiss that set you free.

>> Now we're through with this arraignment, let us have some entertainment.

>> Bring the dancers, bring the singers.

>> Both: Bring the good old welcome ringers.

(fanfare music) (gentle music) >> The new ballerina, she pleases you?

>> She's a very good dancer.

She looks familiar too.

(window knocking) What a nice dream.

I feel quite warm.

(window knocking) I don't want to wake up.

I haven't waked up.

I must be dreaming.

I am dreaming.

I must be dreaming.

But it feels warm.

Becky, Becky, come quick!

Becky, Becky.

>> Becky: Yes, Miss?

>> Oh, Becky, look.

>> Oh my Lord, Miss.

Do you see what I do?

>> I don't know what you see, but I don't think I believe what I'm seeing.

>> Well, I never.

>> Do you feel that?

>> Yes, Miss.

>> Then what do you see?

>> I sees a fire, Miss.

>> And a table with food on it, and a rug, and a lamp, and slippers.

>> Well, I do indeed, Miss.

How did it all get here?

Did you pretend it into happening?

>> I don't know.

I never pretended as good as this before.

Look at these.

>> If the little Missee Sahib knew, she would be over here to thank you.

>> I don't want her to know.

Who wants any thanks?

>> Oh, Miss, you're beautiful.

>> Thank you, Becky.

Now let's try this one on you.

(girls giggling) Isn't it beautiful?

>> Oh, yes, Miss.

>> It's perfect.

>> And real satin too.

>> Mm-hm.

Let's try the slippers and see if they're real.

Do they feel like slippers to you?

>> They feel soft and warm.

>> This feels soft and warm too.

They're as real as we are.

I don't believe it's a dream after all.

>> Do you suppose the food is real, Miss?

>> Let's see.

(Sara sniffing) I can smell kippers, can you?

>> Kippers, as I live.

>> I wonder what this is.

Muffins.

This tastes like a muffin.

Is it one?

>> A muffin as ever was.

It must be the magic, Miss.

Hadn't we better be quick before it melts away?

>> (laughs) Yes.

>> What sort of a night did he pass?

>> He rested comfortably, Doctor.

>> Will we be able to send him with the others?

>> Oh, yes, he'll stand the journey all right.

>> Get him ready to be sent with Group D. They'll be leaving in about an hour.

>> Very well, Doctor.

>> I hear you're being punished.

Do you think we ought to offer her a chocolate?

>> You might let her smell them.

>> Miss Minchin surely couldn't object to that.

Would you care to?

>> I don't want to smell them, and I don't want to eat them, thank you.

>> You don't?

Why not?

>> I've had much nicer things than chocolate this morning.

>> Listen to the princess, pretending again.

>> I'm not pretending.

I had the most wonderful things to eat that anyone ever had.

>> Why, you little liar.

You haven't even had breakfast.

>> Pardon me, but I really have.

And if you'll excuse me for saying so, it isn't polite to call people liars.

>> How dare you talk back to me.

>> Was I doing that?

My goodness.

(girls screaming) So sorry.

(Lavinia screaming) (Sara giggling) >> You wait till I tell Miss Minchin on you!

(Lavinia screaming) >> Well, everything's still here, Becky.

>> Yes, Miss.

>> Thank heaven it stopped raining.

>> Are you goin' someplace, Miss?

>> To the hospital.

Oh, Becky, perhaps everything is going to change for us.

Perhaps I'll find my father this time, and he'll take us away from here.

>> Oh, Lord, it's the missus.

>> Sara, how dare you.

Why, what's happened to this room?

>> That's what we would like to know.

When I woke up this morning, here everything was, even to the food and the fire.

>> Where did you get these things?

>> I don't know.

Unless it's because I dreamed such a beautiful dream last night that it came true.

>> These articles are rare and costly.

You stole them, didn't you?

>> Oh, no, Miss Minchin.

We didn't take these things.

>> I'll give you one more chance to tell me the truth.

>> But I am telling you the truth.

They just came.

>> They did indeed, Ma'am.

>> You go to your room.

This is a matter for the police.

>> Oh, please, Miss Minchin.

Please don't call the police.

>> Of course I'll call them.

>> Oh, Miss Minchin.

Shh.

>> We're prisoners now, sure enough, Miss.

And the police comin' too.

>> I can't be arrested.

Those new wounded men are at the hospital and I've got to get there.

>> I don't see how you can, Miss.

And us locked in.

>> Come on, Becky, quick.

>> Where are we goin', Miss?

>> Follow me.

>> Oh, I'm that frighted, Miss.

>> I'm frightened too this time, Becky.

Come on, give me your hand.

Look out.

>> Oh, Lord, Miss.

>> Don't be afraid, Becky.

(window knocking) >> Ah, what game is this, little Missee Sahib?

>> May we please go through your house?

We're running away from the police.

>> And a very nice game too.

Will you enter?

>> We'd like to very much indeed.

>> You seem in great haste, Missee Sahib.

Could you not stop for a cup of tea?

>> Oh, thank you.

We're in too big a hurry.

>> I see, still playing the game of the police.

I hope you escape them safely, Missee Sahib.

>> So do I.

>> Oh, Lord, Miss, police.

>> There they are, stop them.

>> Oh, Becky, run, run.

(bicycle belling ringing) >> Sara, Becky, stop where you are.

Becky, Sara.

Go after the other one.

I'll take care of her.

Come here to me.

>> Watch out, Becky, don't slip.

Becky, where are you?

>> Wretched little thief.

You'll go to jail for this, both of you.

>> You'll never catch her.

Mr. Bertie'll see to that.

>> So that's where she's gone.

>> Did you find them, Ma'am?

>> Take this little thief and don't let her out of your sight until I return.

>> Did you catch her?

>> She got away in the traffic, Ma'am.

I couldn't find her anywhere.

Do you know where she's likely to be?

>> I do.

Cabbie!

>> Whoa.

>> Hartford Hospital, and hurry please.

>> Sara, Sara.

>> He never stops calling for her.

(people talking) >> Step aside a little bit, will you?

Thanks.

Ah, ah, ah.

You can't go in there.

No visitors allowed for an hour.

>> But that might be too late.

>> Now run along, little girl, will you?

There's a good little girl.

I'm sorry, sir.

No visitors allowed for an hour.

>> But we must go in.

>> Sorry, sir.

You can stand over there, if that's all right.

Thank you.

>> Have you seen Captain Moss?

>> I believe he just went through the hall, Nurse.

Sorry, young 'un.

You can't go upstairs now.

>> But I've got to.

I've got to see if my father's here before Miss Minchin catches me.

>> Now, run along now.

Do as you're told.

Here, I say, come back here.

You can't go up there.

You're gonna get me in trouble.

Come back here.

You can't go in there.

You can't come in here.

Come out.

>> Let me go, let me go.

I will see if he's here, I will, I will!

>> Man: Orderly.

>> What is it the child wants?

>> Please, please don't let them take me away.

>> What is it, child?

>> My father.

They said he was killed at Mafeking.

But I don't believe it.

He may be here with the new wounded men.

They won't let me look.

And if they don't, perhaps I'll never have another chance.

Can't you make them let me look?

>> Colonel, will you please see that this child is escorted through the wards?

>> With permission, I shall accompany her personally, Your Majesty.

>> What is your name?

>> Victoria.

What is yours?

>> Sara.

Oh, Your Majesty.

>> Colonel.

I hope you will find your father, my dear.

A thorough search, Colonel.

>> Oh, thank you, Your Majesty.

>> Goodbye, my dear.

>> Goodbye.

>> Have you been through any of the wards yet?

>> Not today, sir.

>> I think we'd better cover this wing first.

We're searching for a patient.

>> Yes, sir.

>> Go right along, dear.

>> All right?

>> Thank you, darling.

>> Miss Rose!

>> Sara, darling.

>> Sara.

>> Oh, Mr. Geoffrey, you're home.

You're back again.

Now you can tell me where my daddy is.

>> Well, Geoffrey didn't get as far as Mafeking, dear.

>> Then you don't know?

You didn't even see him?

>> No, dear, I didn't.

I'm sorry.

>> You found him?

>> Oh no, sir.

This is my friend, Mr. Geoffrey and his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton.

>> How do you do?

>> I'm afraid I can't introduce you because I don't know your name.

>> Colonel Gordon.

>> This is Colonel Gordon.

He's helping me to search the hospital.

>> No, don't bother.

>> How do you do, sir?

>> I'm very happy to know you both.

From Mafeking?

>> No, sir.

An army mule, and a British mule at that.

>> (laughs) That's adding insult to injury.

>> Sorry, sir.

It's time for the patient's drops.

>> I'd rather face that mule.

>> I'll come back later, Miss Rose, just as soon as I've gone through the other wards.

>> I'll wait for you, dear.

>> Goodbye.

Goodbye.

>> Goodbye, sir.

Be sure to come back, Sara.

>> I will.

>> Poor little thing.

She'll never stop hoping.

>> I insist that you send for my brother.

>> Very well, ma'am, but you can't get in, brother or no brother.

>> We will get in.

My brother will see to that.

>> I hope you're right, ma'am.

>> All filled now.

This man will have to wait for the next ambulance.

>> All right.

>> I think you'd better take him into the waiting room.

These halls are much too drafty.

>> I think I'd better.

>> I'm very sorry you couldn't find your father.

>> Thank you just the same, sir.

>> He may be on the next convoy of wounded.

I wouldn't give up hope.

>> I won't, sir.

>> Goodbye, and God bless.

>> Goodbye.

>> Miss Minchin: I know that they were stolen.

>> Bertie: Sara steal?

Preposterous.

>> I have proof and I intend to turn her over to the authorities.

She's in this hospital, and I intend to find her.

>> Now look here- >> I insist that every room be searched.

>> Sara.

Sara.

>> Daddy?

>> Sara.

>> Daddy!

Oh, Daddy, it is you.

I found you, I found you!

They said you were dead, but I knew you weren't.

I knew you'd come back.

Oh, Daddy, hold me.

Hold me close.

You won't ever go away again, will you?

Will you, Daddy?

What's the matter, Daddy?

Why don't you talk to me?

>> Sara.

>> Don't you know me, Daddy?

I'm Sara, I'm Sara.

>> Sara.

Where is my daughter?

>> Oh, Daddy.

Something's happened to you.

Mr. Bertie, Mr. Bertie!

Oh, Daddy, you've got to know me!

Look at me, look at me!

(sobbing) Oh, Daddy.

>> You mustn't cry.

You mustn't cry.

We must be good soldiers, you know.

>> But I have been a good soldier, Daddy.

And you don't know me.

>> My little Sara never cried.

>> But I'm Sara, I'm Sara!

>> Yes, yes.

Sara, Sara.

My baby.

>> Oh, Daddy.

>> My darling.

>> You know me.

>> Sara, my darling.

>> You know me.

>> My baby, Sara.

Sara.

>> Oh, Daddy.

>> Oh, Sara, my darling.

>> Oh, don't be ridiculous, Amanda.

>> Then how do you account for those silk coverlets, those robes, and other things that are there?

>> Perhaps a little bird brought them in.

Perhaps they grew legs and walked in.

I don't know.

All I do know is that little Sara wouldn't steal.

>> Bertie.

>> Yes?

>> Bertie, what do you think has happened?

The little princess has found her father.

>> She's found him.

>> Captain Crewe is alive?

>> Of course he's alive.

How could she find him if he wasn't alive?

>> Oh, Mr. Bertie, I found my father.

>> Darling, I'm so glad.

("God Save the Queen") >> Oh, Daddy, it's Her Majesty.

My daddy.

("Rule Britannia")