The Corn Is Green

Synopsis: A strong-willed teacher, determined to educate the poor and illiterate youth of an impoverished Welsh village, discovers one student whom she believes to have the seeds of genius in him.
Genre: Drama
93 min

Hey, Watty!


What do you think of Wales?

- Gorgeous, isn't it?

- Very hilly.

It's very bumpy.


Meet you at the house.

Anybody at home?

Good day, sir.

- Anyone home?

- Squire.

Oh, delicious lady, delicious surprise.

How are you, Jones?

Making the most of your half-day.

- Good afternoon, sir.

- Squat, man.

- No ceremony with me.

- I'll just get these out of sight.

Any sign of the new inhabitant?

Any moment now, I think,

if the train from London was on time.

And why, dear lady, did I not see you

at the Travazelis wedding?

Naughty man.

I sat with you at the breakfast.

Mr. Jones.

- Colonel?

- Colonel Moffat.

We must welcome him properly.

What is this? Is he married?

With children?

No mention of it in his letters.

- Do you speak English?

- I do.

Well, be a dear and hold that.

- Why don't you say something?

- Never speak till I'm spoken to.

- Who was that?

- My mommy. Never had no daddy.

It's heavy.

Give us a hand.

Oh, heavy.

Full of books, I shouldn't be surprised.

Don't stand there gawking.

Come on, give us a hand with the luggage.

Tallyho, I thought we'd lost you.

- Oh, dear. Good afternoon.

- Kitchen through here?

And garden through here.

Has anybody got a sweetie?



Bigger than I expected.

So this is my house.

No, it isn't.


Isn't this Pengarth house?

The name of the building, I mean.

- Yes, it is.

- And it isn't yours, damn it.

- Belongs to this...

- Moffat.

Yes. Yes, it was left me by my uncle,

Dr. Moffat. I'm Miss Moffat.

And you must be Miss Ronberry,

who so kindly corresponded with me.

- How do you do?

- Do sit down.

But those letters were written by a man.

Well, if they were, I've been grossly

deceiving myself for all these years.

Surely you signed your name very oddly.

My initials, L.C. Moffat.

You see, I never felt that Lily Christobel

really suited me.


I thought it meant lieutenant colonel.

Yes, but there was a military title


M.A., Master of Arts.

A female Master of Arts?

Any objections?

How long is this going to last?

Quite a long time, I hope...

...considering that we've been waiting

for it for 2000 years.

Are you saved?

Are you saved?

- Am I what?

- Are you high or low?

- I beg your pardon.

- Church or chapel?

I really don't know. Low, I suppose.

And now you know all about me.

What do you do?

I'm afraid I don't do anything.

Good heavens. Nothing at all?

What a waste.

- Well, I mean to say...

- Mr. Treverby owns the hall.

Interesting. I never had much to do

with landed gentry.

If I may say so, dear lady,

that is patently obvious...

...and I will not intrude

on you any longer.

Right, sir. Turn, sir. Out, sir. March.

- Good day, Jones.

- Good day, sir.

Nobody could say

that I've made a conquest there.

What's the matter with him?

- Oh, he's really very nice.

- When you get to know him?

- Yes.

- I'm afraid I'll never have the time.

I do thank both of you.

You've arranged everything

quite splendidly.

I like this house. May I look about?

Oh, yes, of course.

Dear, where's his lordship?

Took offense and left.

- At her?

- I'm afraid so.

Ain't she a clinker?

She is unusual.

She's a clinker, that's what.

Terrible strong-willed though.

Would bring me here.

I said, "No," I said.

- "Not with my past," I said.

- Your past?

Yes, before she took me up.

But now, what with her...

And since I've joined the corps.

- The corps?

- Yes.

The Militant and Righteous Corps.

Singing and praying

and collecting full blast.

I've been a different woman ever since.

- Are you saved?

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Ivan Davis

Ivan Roy Davis, Jr. (February 4, 1932 – March 12, 2018) was an American classical pianist. more…

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