The Titfield Thunderbolt

Synopsis: The residents of a small English village are about to lose their ancient railroad. They decide to rescue it by running it themselves, in competition with the local bus company.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): Charles Crichton
Production: Anchor Bay Entertainment
 
IMDB:
7.2
NOT RATED
Year:
1953
84 min
19 Views

(Whistle blows)

(Whistles blow)

(Whistles blow)

(Cock crows)

(Whistle blows)

(Train approaches)

(Whistle blows)

(Dog barks)

(Whistle blows)

Charlie! Here's your death warrant.

Stick it up when you've got the time.

- Good morning, Charlie.

- Good morning, sir.

- Morning.

- Morning, sir.

(Honks horn)

(Honks horn repeatedly)

Here you are, Charlie.

(Crash, clatter)

(Blows whistle)

Right away!

Can't go yet.

The squire's not here.

(Horn honking)

For heaven's sake, Harry!

What am I supposed to do,

hedge hop?

(Chickens squawk)

(Horse whinnies)

(Honks horn)

Dan!

Dan!

Dan! Spare a hand here.

Come on, Dan!

(Blows whistle)

Can't wait any longer.

- We're three minutes late.

- Three and a half, to be exact.

- I'm due in court at ten o'clock.

- Just going now, sir.

Can't go yet. Squire's here.

What's the idea of leaving me

behind on market day?

- Four minutes late.

- Church clock says four minutes early.

British Railways run

by Greenwich not Titfield time.

My great-grandfather built this

railway for Titfield not Greenwich.

(Whistle blows)

(Horn honks)

My, my! So they let you

have her on loan, eh?

- We've bought her!

- Railway's had it?

- Closure notice put up this morning.

- At last!

Nah, that's just the beginning.

Five years from now, they'll be

calling this place Pearcetown.

(Whistle blows)

(Doorbell rings)

(Muffled voices)

(Knock on door)

- Yes, Emily?

- The squire and Mr Blakeworth, sir.

Well, well, well! Come in!

- Emily, the ginger wine!

- We're not interrupting the sermon?

No matter. You'll find cigarettes

in the pocket of my cassock.

Sam, we've come to talk

about the railway.

- The railway!

- You haven't heard the news?

- The news?

- They're closing it down.

I cannot believe it. The oldest

surviving branch line in the world.

It's unthinkable.

They cannot possibly close it.

What about

the Canterbury-Whitstable line?

They closed that.

Perhaps there were not men

of sufficient faith in Canterbury.

Sam, we've got to fight this.

It'll be a virtual monopoly for

Pearce and Crump and their buses.

- The end of Titfield as we know it.

- It must never happen.

- Our railway must be kept running.

- But how?

There's no solution

short of buying up the line.

- My dear Mr Blakeworth!

- The railways are all nationalised.

The Transport Act of 1947

only nationalised existing railways.

A new company formed now

wouldn't come under the Act.

(Sam) Well!

There'd be hundreds

of conditions to fulfil.

Get a Light Railway Order,

most won't apply.

How do we get

a Light Railway Order?

By means of a prayer to the Minister

of Transport. It's a legal term.

You'd need an engine crew,

signalmen, platelayers.

The railways are short-handed.

They'll never let anyone go.

Good gracious, boy!

You, whose great-grandfather

built the railway?

What are you thinking of?

We'll run it ourselves!

- Good heavens!

- Yes, we will, Sam!

What a thought!

By heavens, we will!

- I'll drive the engine.

- I'll be the guard.

Oh, good heavens! Where are you

going to get the money from?

- Oh.

- We'll raise it.

We'll organise a raffle,

a jumble sale.

We'll revive the flower show,

have a flag day, a silver collection,

a line of pennies,

put on The Mikado again.

Sam, you've done all that for the

organ fund. How much have you raised?

49, three shillings.

We'll need at least 10,000.

Oh!

But if we could interest

Mr Valentine...

Mr Valentine?

He's spent 40 years

standing people drinks.

- Why can't he stand us a railway?

- Impossible!

Sam, a railway of our own?

Good heavens!

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