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Come in.

Father Burke, you'll
have to come right down.

The provincial's here on
an unexpected visitation.

He brought the
procurator with him.

I'll finish this chapter
and join them.

Caesar is about to invade Gaul.

The provincial wasn't due until next
month. Don't you think you should hurry?

If the suspense is killing
you, Father Peterson...

...we shall find out
what he has on his mind.

You've got them off again.

In the Mohammedan religion, I
couldn't receive visitors any other way.

Have you been reading
without your glasses again?

-Now, you're eyes won't stand that.
-Please, I'm not a child.

When I'm so old that my failing
eyesight needs assistance...

...I'll be happy to turn over my desk
to the first replacement. Even you.

Well, you know you can't
see a thing without them.

Sometimes that
may be a blessing.

Please don't take my arm.

That's not a Boy Scout
uniform you're wearing.

-Well, the doctor said--
-Never mind what the doctor said.

Good afternoon, Father Burke.

I thought you were
waiting for me below.

-I'd climb stairs for you any day.
-Didn't think I could make it?

-Good afternoon.
-Hello, George.

Oh, I hope that's money
you have in that satchel.

St. Anthony's
could use a little.

Get those plans we've been working
on for the addition to the library.

I figured it out to a penny.
Won't cost over 4000. Or was it 8?

-Twelve thousand.
-I know it was in the neighborhood.

Didn't we add on to
the library in 1932?

Well, there have been two or
three volumes written since then.

Would you have the college subscribe to the
Book-of-the-Month Club, and call it quits?

I don't think you
could afford even that.

Excuse us, Father Peterson,
and never mind those plans.

Oh, yes, excuse me.

Difficulties, Ed?

Yes, Father, we've
just had a meeting...

...of the province advisors
concerning your school.

St. Anthony's debt is
now over $ 170,000.

You aren't doing
anything to decrease it.

Well, George, when I take a
vow of poverty, I go all the way.

You've been going
a little too far, Father.

As far as I can make out, 85 percent of
your students aren't even paying tuition.

Eighty-five percent, eh?
That's even better that I thought.

The order appreciates
your generosity.

But how do you expect
the college to pay its way?

Well, if I may coin a phrase,
"The Lord will provide."

What the Lord doesn't,
the order has to.

I think we'll do
better this term.

I have some figures
here. Now, let me see.

-Father Peterson!
-it won't be necessary.

You see, we've given
this a great deal of thought.

St. Anthony's
College is to be closed.

Times have changed, Father.

Small colleges are
picturesque, but uneconomic.

Read the figures for yourself.

I think you will
find it's for the best.

Besides you're too
valuable a man for us...

...to let you ruin your health
in this backbreaking job.

Too valuable, Ed?

-Or too old?
-You're not being put out to pasture, Father.

Santa Carla's wanted you
on its faculty desperately.

That was my school.

Santa Carla is one of the finest
universities in the country. Like Notre Dame.

Outstanding in
scholarship and athletics.

Which one do they want me for?

Our order has a wise precept.

No man is left in one position long
enough to form an attachment for it.

In my case, it was an oversight.

I first came to St. Anthony's
little more than a boy.

I returned a few years
later as an instructor.

Shortly after, as a professor.

You were one of my students, Ed.

Finally, they set me
back as father rector.

Most of us have no home.

Unfortunately, I have one.

And I wouldn't
like to tear it down.

I'm sorry, but the
decision's been made.

Unless you suddenly
find $ 170,000.

I figure we should be able to
absorb St. Anthony's students...

...in our other schools
in about six months.

You have another
term here, Father...

...but try to keep
expenses down.

I'm sure you'll be very
happy at Santa Carla.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Ed.

-Goodbye, George.
-Father.

Don't trip on that
step coming down.

What's that all about?

It's the students, Father.
I think it's meant for you.

Somehow, they must
have heard the news.

Over the National Broadcasting
Company, no doubt.

That will do, that will do.

I appreciate this touching
display of sentiment.

But aren't you being
a bit premature?

The body is not cold yet.

St. Anthony's is not ready for
the ash heap, and neither am I.

This college will still be here when
your grandchildren are flunking out.

May I remind you, gentlemen, that
you're out of dormitories after hours.

There are examinations tomorrow.

And your lead tenor was off-key.

That was an excellent
sermon, Father.

I was under the impression Father
Provincial ordered the school closed.

Only if we fail to solve
our financial problem.

-It's a mere matter of money.
-That old stuff again.

We understood it was insurmountable.
Most of us are preparing to be moved.

"Why are ye fearful,
oh ye of little faith?"

I know exactly how I
shall meet the situation...

...and as usual, I'll
meet it single-handed.

But the amount I heard
mentioned was $ 170,000.

-How do you intend to get it?
-You will find the answer in Deuteronomy.

-Chapter 32, verse 15.
-In Deuteronomy, Father?

Well, well, is there a Bible in the
house, or do you have to go to a hotel?

-Chapter 32, verse 15--
-I wonder what he means.

Deuteronomy.

-Thirty-two.
-Verse 15.

"The beloved grew
fat and kicked."

-What?
-What is that?

"The beloved grew
fat and kicked."

That's it.

108th Street.

-Morning Side University?
-That's right, Father.

Administration building's on
the right, the chapel's on the left.

-Where's the athletic field?
-Ahead a hundred yards.

Thank you.

Excuse me, but which one of you is
Mr. Buck Holman, coach of football?

I am, Father.

I'm Matthew Burke, rector
of St. Anthony's College.

Glad to meet you.
You scouting us today?

Well, only you, sir. Could
you spare me a moment?

Sure, they wanna abolish
spring training anyway.

Take over. Put the red
squad on the sledge...

...and blues back in
scrimmage, work their tails off.

And tell them to
watch their language.

Hold it, boys.

Ready, set. One, two, three.

-Sit down, Father.
-Thank you.

Tell me. What's on your mind?

Well, I've come to offer you a
position at St. Anthony's College.

Father, if I could get free to go with
you and after my first game I may be...

...do you know my salary?

-A full professorship?
-Twenty-five thousand a year.

-Einstein gets 10.
-It's an open market.

If Einstein can figure a way to beat
Michigan state, he can get the 25.

I'm afraid I've been wasting
your time, Mr. Holman.

St. Anthony's couldn't
afford either of you.

How much can you afford?

A very little in cash, but a great
deal in gratitude and appreciation.

Those are rare items, Father.

You deserve a good man.

The only coach I know
that's within your price range...

...was kicked out of the
game a few years ago.

-Are you of a forgiving nature?
-Well, I'm in that business.

In my book, he's one of the
best. Had a lot of tough breaks.

Maybe you'd be
good for each other.

Maybe you could help
him and he could help you.

-Just don't tell him I sent you.
-Thank you.

-Very athletic young men.
-Oh, lay off, Father. He's mine.

Well, thank you.
Thank you again.

I'm sorry to disturb the game.

But can anyone tell me if a
Mr. Steven Williams lives here?

Ask her, Father.

-Does he?
-What do you want with Steve?

I have a position to offer.

He's a little old for an altar boy,
but follow me, you look harmless.

-Come in.
-Hi, Carol.

-Hi. Hi, Matt.
-Hi, Carol.

That's Steve. He's got
a sucker on the hook.

Mr. Williams.

I couldn't set them up better
myself, Steve. Sit down, rest awhile.

I must apologize for
interrupting your game.

Oh, it's nothing.
Only 75¢ a ball.

I'm Father Matthew Burke. I'm
Rector of St. Anthony's College.

You're a little off your
beat, aren't you, Father?

One foot on the floor.

I don't think so.

I'm looking for an
experienced football coach.

I understand you used
to be one of the best.

-Who told you?
-Your shot, Steve.

You have friends.

Friends who wanna
save my soul...

...and get us out of this
unwholesome atmosphere?

I have a school that's
in financial difficulties...

...that's my only reason
for coming to you.

I'm afraid you're
a little out of touch.

I've been kicked
out of the Big Ten...

...the lvy League and
the Southern Conference.

They wouldn't even let
me coach at Alcatraz.

I know all about that.
The offer still stands.

No, thanks. I like it here.

Very few alumni come back
to tell me how to hold this cue.

Do I detect a
note of bitterness?

You do indeed,
Father. You do indeed.

-Steve, take 40 to 10 on the Yanks?
-Sure.

Oh, it's a fine game,
football. Noble game.

Originated in England in 1823...

...by an enterprising young
man named William Webb Ellis...

...who studied for the
ministry, by the way.

Found his team behind in a soccer
game. So he picked up the ball...

...and ran through the amazed opponents
for a thoroughly illegal touchdown.

And that's how football
was born. lllegitimately.

So it moved to America...

...where someone took advantage
of a loophole in the rules...

...and invented a little
formation called the flying wedge.

So many young men were maimed
and killed by this clever maneuver...

...that President Roosevelt,
Theodore Roosevelt...

...had to call the colleges together and
ask them to make the game less brutal.

He was, of course,
defeated in the next election.

-Three ball in the corner.
-This I gotta see.

In spite of this setback,
football became an industry.

Price of a good running back often
surpassed the salary of a professor.

And when some righteous committee
unearthed this well-known fact...

...it was always the coach
who took it on the chin.

I just got tired of
picking myself up.

-Six ball's a hanger.
-Thanks, junior.

Do I gotta play
the whole family?

You mustn't judge St. Anthony's
by the standards of other schools.

I'm willing to take
a chance on you.

Well, the trouble
with us, Father...

...is that I'm a sensitive
man and you're a gambler.

No, thanks.

Rack.

Take my advice and stay out of
sports. You'd be a babe in the woods.

I'll rack them up for
you if you don't mind.

I also play a very good
game of Kelly Pool...

...if you should
change your mind.

-Yeah?
-Good morning.

-I'd like to speak to your father.
-He isn't up yet.

-May I come in and wait?
-What for?

I'm from the probation bureau,
Domestic Relations Court.

I thought we just won
the hour sweepstakes.

Come on in.

You can sit down on that chair.

We just had it disinfected.

Will you please tell
your father I'm here.

It's a sort of thing I'd like
to work up to gradually.

Is it a bad one?

It will do.

Was I in a--?

-Came in second.
-What was it about?

Steve, you ought to
get yourself a steady girl.

There aren't any. Except you.

I'll bet the coffee's made
and the orange juice is ready.

That's not all.
We've got company.

-The law?
-Yeah.

I'll get some
evidence in my favor.

I'll pay the damages, Grogarty, and
here's a little something for your kids.

-I thought you said--
-She is.

Well, I'm sorry, I thought
you were a policeman...

...that I've had dealings
with from time to time.

I'm from the Children's Division
of the Court of Domestic Relations.

I've been assigned to
investigate you and your child...

...with regard to her environment
and educational standing.

Excuse me.

The deadline for school is in
exactly eight and one quarter minutes.

Miss, please don't use the word
"child" with such chilling precision.

It sounds like you're talking
about a shipment of coal.

Her name is Carol.

I shall, of course, continue
to choose my own words.

You seem to be particular about
everything except dirty dishes.

Well, the butler was late today.

Miss, I've met a lot of
belligerent people in my time.

You're in the first division.

I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll
get a fair shake in this investigation.

I'm completely impartial.

But I have no
hesitation in saying...

...that I'm almost certain my
written report will be unfavorable.

Before you get to know me?

As usual, I interviewed the child's teachers
and your neighbors before coming here.

My neighbors, did they knock me?
Little Benny Baker, did he knock me?

Mr. Baker on the contrary
was most profuse in stating...

...that he regards you as
one of nature's noblemen.

-See.
-Mr. Baker is a disbarred jockey.

One Boots McManus, a
young lady with bright pink hair...

...who is engaged in some vague
capacity at the Full House Club...

...is enthusiastic, even
ardent in her regard for you.

-I give up.
-To quote her verbatim...

...and only in part, she says:

"Steve is ziggetty."

That's enough. I take back
what I said about you being unfair.

I'm sure you wouldn't be.

Could I offer you
some breakfast, Miss...?

Singleton. No, thank
you, I've already had mine.

Another wouldn't hurt you.

Not with that figure.

Mr. Williams, don't turn on the charm,
this is strictly impersonal with me.

Fire away.

Well, the court received a complaint
that your child is being neglected...

...and wants a full report
on your fitness as a parent.

Mind telling me who
filed the complaint?

I believe it was
your former wife.

Why is she so interested all of
a sudden? There's no reward.

Shut up.

We don't talk about my mother
around here. She's been annulled.

Stand still. Don't
be so ziggetty.

Mrs. McCormick is merely worried
that you're not being cared for properly.

I must say it appears
she has some grounds.

Now, now, officer, don't
jump at conclusions.

I'm the nicest father
a little girl ever had.

Show the lady how nicely the
welts are healing where I beat you.

And those new teeth he bought me
are just as good as the old ones. See?

And we only hold up a gas station
once a week and in the daytime.

It isn't as if I kept
the kid up after hours.

I don't see anything
humorous about this.

I think we should continue the discussion
without the presence of the child.

-Go get your books.
-Oh, Steve.

I'll holler if I need help.

You should've hollered
before you got married.

May I have your
full name, please?

Steven Aloysius Williams.

-Care for a cigarette?
-No, thank you.

It's the kind all
the doctors smoke.

-Occupation?
-Tycoon.

-What?
-Well, as I understand it...

...a tycoon is a man who has
far-flung financial operations.

During football season,
I get out a little card...

...which gives my estimate
of the numerical worth...

...of the various college teams.

If your estimate is better than
mine, I pay as high as five to one.

During baseball season,
I do the same thing.

Of course, I've
given up basketball...

...in order to maintain a high
ethical standard of my firm.

But you can still get action
on prizefighting, hockey...

...and the eight ball
in the side pocket.

-I'm a tycoon.
-I don't find what you told me amusing.

In fact, I find it a
little heartbreaking.

If there were real attachment
between you and your child...

...you would make effort to convince
the court that you're a fit parent.

-You're new on this job, Miss Singleton.
-That hardly concerns you.

If you think you'll
change the world...

...with that black book,
you're off on the wrong foot.

Carol and I are okay.
It's you that needs help.

Tell me about myself.

Four years at finishing school, one year
at The New School for Social Research...

...no love life because
you're afraid of it.

One of the generation
of young old maids.

I think I can fill in the
rest of the report myself.

Oh, why don't you get out of
here and find yourself a man?

The badge may help.

Mr. Williams, when I
first walked in here...

...my sympathies weren't entirely
with that poor child's mother.

But I'm going to do everything
I can to take Carol away...

...from these awful surroundings
and your degrading influence.

You've got nice legs too.

All clear?

Yeah.

Steve, why don't we
go to a ball game?

When did you burn
down the school?

Okay. But I'm only
doing this for you.

Thanks, pal. Have a good lunch.

I will.

What is your price on the
Giants and the Dodgers?

Six to five and
take your choice.

You take 50¢ bets?

Only to get rid of you.

Put my tip on the Dodgers.

I take 25¢ bets too.

You don't say. Excuse me.

Hello, Steve.

-Hello, Anne.
-You act a little startled.

I guess five years
is a long time.

Not long enough.

Can't you ask your
former wife to take a seat?

Go ahead. You've
taken everything else.

-Steve, honey.
-Hello, Bobo.

Guess I owe you a 10
spot on the game yesterday.

-Yeah, tough luck.
-Drop by later.

I've got the money
in my sugar bowl.

-Who's that?
-Bobo.

I just came to discuss
visiting privileges.

Look, I told your bloodhound
and now I'm telling you...

...I wouldn't let you see
Carol for five minutes.

You don't understand.

I want you to visit me.

One thing I always
liked about you, Anne.

No razzle-dazzle, always
straight through the middle.

What about your husband, Harold?

He can still raise me to the
heights with his checkbook.

Excuse me, does the
lady wants anything?

You don't have it on the menu.

Hi, Steve.

-Hello, Beanie.
-Hi.

Oh, excuse me.

-And who is that?
-Beanie.

There's no reason for legal
mess about the kid, Steve.

All you have to do is be nice to
me and I'll withdraw my complaint.

-Go home, Anne.
-It's very cold at home.

You'll build a fire under
someone, but not me.

Don't walk out on
me twice, Steve.

You don't stand a prayer.

I'll get that kid away from you if it
takes every lawyer in New York.

Goodbye, Mrs. McCormick,
and keep the home fires burning.

Of course, he's trying to
do the best that he can.

But it's these strange notions
he's getting. Football teams.

Well, after all, when you
get to be Father Burke's age...

Pardon me, gentlemen,
while I totter by.

Good morning, Father, we
were just talking about you.

Any news?

We've not yet been
invited to the Rose Bowl.

You tried your best, Father.

And no one belittles you for it.
We just love you all the more.

Peterson, is it true that
before you took holy orders...

...you were a used car salesman?

Nine o'clock.

Seems to be a
difference of opinion here.

Wait, I wanna see
the cuckoo come out.

I'll not question your motives,
Mr. Williams, for changing your mind.

I'll only say we are
grateful to have you with us.

I imagine you look upon St.
Anthony's as a last, desperate resort.

The bottom of the
lvy-covered barrel, Father...

...but I'm willing to
give it a whirl if you are.

Oh, no, not that one. We've
been intending to have it repaired.

Sit there, please.

Mr. Williams, you
are our last resort too.

You have six months in which
to help us save our little school.

I trust you will do it
with honor and integrity.

What's the salary, Father?

I believe by skimping a
little on our school budget...

...we could afford $3000 a year.

-Who will buy his whistle?
-It'll do.

Well, it won't, but we also provide
room and board such as it is.

Shall we close the deal?

Shouldn't we get it on paper?

That's her religion, Father.

I'll draw up a contract. I
presume you're a notary public.

This is the locker room. I was gonna
have it renovated several years ago...

...but Father Burke decided to
put the money in the chemistry lab.

Well, what kind of shape
it could have been in?

I'll fix that for you, sir.

Happens all the time.

-You really have a football team here, kid?
-Oh, sure.

-You go to the games?
-I have to, sir, I'm the captain.

Oh, Mr. Williams,
this is Father Malone.

-How do you do?
-How do you do, Father?

He's coaching football, baseball, and track
in addition to teaching calculus and physics.

Glad to see you
stay in training.

Well, it's one of the few worldly
pleasures we're permitted, Mr. Williams.

If Father Peterson will
excuse us, come along.

I'll show you
around my territory.

-After you.
-Thank you.

Come on, watch
the hips, come on.

Now, this is our football field.

When do you pick
the strawberries?

Come on in, fellas.

What system do you use?

Do unto others as you would
have others do unto you.

But usually, the
others do it to us first.

I want you to meet your new coach.
He's gonna take over the spring training.

Whether there'll be any fall training or
not, only God and the provincial know.

This is Steve Williams. He's coached
some of the country's leading universities.

The short end of them.

At any rate, we're happy to have
him with us here at St. Anthony's.

Take it easy on them,
coach. They're nice boys.

-Anybody here know how to kick a football?
-Oh, I do the kicking, coach.

Well, go on out there and get off
some punts, and you backs receive.

Linemen, go on back
and practice your blocking.

How'd you do last season?

We showed up for every game.

I'll say that was raw courage.

-Well, what are you waiting for?
-You have our ball, sir.

Don't bruise it.

Stairway's this way.

Where are we going?

Your room's at the
top of the chapel tower.

It's...

Don't you have anything
on the mezzanine?

Living facilities are very
limited here, Mr. Williams.

If your football team meets with success,
Father Burke's planning a new dormitory.

Excuse me.

Tell him not to pour the cement.

Wonder who lived here last.

The hunchback of
Notre Dame, probably.

That's your room in there.

-My room?
-Yeah.

Steve.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

Go to bed, kid.

Why don't we blow?

Because this is a better
address than the poolroom.

Don't it give you the creeps?

Sleeping in a chapel, after
taking their three grand.

Look, this is a musical
comedy college...

...and nobody could save it
but Rodgers and Hammerstein.

I couldn't help if I wanted to.

Good night.

Steve.

Yeah?

Were you ever in church before?

Once, for sure.

When I got married.

Anne couldn't really
take me away from you.

Could she?

Will you go to sleep?

Okay, Steve. Good night.

Why don't you quit trying to carry
the world around on your shoulders?

You're only 11 years old.

Wait till you're 12.

And stop worrying about the school,
and the church, and taking their money.

It's not gonna spoil my sleep.

All right, Steve.

What's that?

Chapel bells. We must
be right under them!

Guess that was 10:00.

Yeah. Go to bed.

We got a solid 59
minutes to repent in.

Ready, shift!

Come on, come on.

Hold it, hold it.

No use in this
outfit scrimmaging.

We gotta get back
to fundamentals.

Pair off and do a little
blocking one-on-one.

Joe, come here.

Your passing is really
from Canarsie. Kneel down.

Now try it from there.

You pass right or you'll fall.
Not there, up next to your ear.

Keep your elbow pointed
toward the receiver. Now try it.

Keep trying.

No, not like that. Watch me.

Never gonna make a block
with your sitter up. Keep it down.

Your head up, your back
straight. Keep a leg under you.

Now drive.

-Now, get in there and do that.
-Yes, sir.

Come on, get up. Get in there.

Now, drive!

That's better.

How long do I stay in my knees?

Season starts in September.

I don't know how you've done it, Steve,
but those boys look mighty good out there.

They couldn't even beat a
high school debating team.

Well, they look
a lot better to me.

That's all for tonight.
Hit the showers.

-Good afternoon, Miss Singleton.
-Good afternoon.

Welcome to St. Anthony's.

I must say, your change of
address is quite an improvement.

-Although you neglected to notify the court.
-Strictly an oversight, I assure you.

I'm happy to see that my
little visit had an effect on you.

You'd be surprised
at what effect it had.

I'm gonna find it hard to
resist an officer from now on.

Thank you for throwing
crumbs to a frustrated old maid.

You're not old.

Now, if you would just
take a sensible viewpoint...

...regarding Mrs.
McCormick's visitation rights.

Not a chance.

For your information, she's
still pressing her complaint.

And I don't think your new hideout
is going to fool a judge either.

While we're waiting for the custody hearing,
why won't you let her see her child?

You've already kept them
separated for five years.

Mr. Williams, surely you must realize
that Carol needs a mother's love...

...and a woman's understanding.

What do you know about love?

I think love is watching your child
walk to school for the first time alone...

...or sitting beside a sick kid's bed waiting
for the doctor, praying it isn't polio.

Or that cold chill you get when
you hear the screech of brakes...

...and know your kid's outside
on the street someplace.

And a lot of other things
you can't get out of books...

...because nobody knows
how to write them down.

You are, of course,
entitled to your opinion.

Well, I'm happy you still
believe in the Constitution.

Mr. Williams, why are you so
stubborn about Carol's mother?

Stubborn guy, I
guess. Comes natural.

Well, I didn't mean to pry, I just
hoped to get more information...

...to get a better
understanding of the situation.

Well, you leave me no choice but to report
in favor of Mrs. McCormick's complaint.

I understand. No hard feelings.

None. Goodbye.

Mr. Williams, how could you possibly set
this kind of example in front of these boys?

You have a very wicked and
suspicious nature, Miss Singleton.

I shall light a candle for you.

Oh, Miss Singleton.

Don't you worry about love,
because a girl built like you...

...is gonna collide head-on
with it one of these days.

You've already kept them
separated for five years.

Five years.

Five years.

Five years.

Take over. I'm going home.

With the score tied?

A coach can't leave in
the middle of a game.

Show me where it says
that in the rulebooks.

What do you want us to
do? What about the team?

Don't worry. Most of those guys
have been in football longer than I have.

Hey, Steve.

And he's over. That's another
six points for Steve Williams' boys.

And it just about
sews up the ball game.

Less than two minutes to play.

Lining up for the
extra point now.

Dario'll kick. Ball is
snapped. Dario kicks. Good.

Get your stuff and get out.

I hope we're gonna
be civilized about this.

Cougars kick off to State,
seconds ticking away...

...things don't look bright
for the conference champions.

I wanted to do the decent thing,
we talked about it, but Anne said--

-She said I beat her?
-Yeah.

They always do.
Maybe I should have.

I hope the divorce will be
quiet. My position, you know, is--

No divorce. An annulment.

She forgot to mention
a previous husband.

State's ball. First and 10.

Come on, let's get out
of this low rent district.

Well, drop that stuff.

Rich man like you wouldn't want
his wife wearing junk like that.

Or would you?

State lining up in a single
wing. Moore is wide to the right.

Ball goes to Radovitch,
swings wide to the left...

...sneaking his way
around the weak side.

He's not getting away.

On the 31. And there's the
gun. The ball game is over.

Steve Williams' Cougars have
dumped State by the score of 21-14.

Let's listen to the music.

Hello, Steve. How's the team?

How was school?

I didn't go.

We don't have a team.

It's in no shape for
commencement Mass.

Merely one note.

Well, it occurs six times in
"Holy God We Praise Thy Name."

The organist can fake it.

And I hate to spend funds when they
are sorely needed somewhere else.

I understand Cardinal
O'Shea's visiting in New York.

You're the fourth member of the
faculty to remind me of that fact...

...and of the deep
affection he holds for me.

-I'm sure if he knew of your problems...
-I'm very glad he doesn't.

As with the organ, that can be
easily remedied with a little prayer...

...and a careful
avoidance of F sharp.

Let me do the worrying.

Oh, hello, Father.

Aren't you a little bit
late for school today?

Well, yes.

That's the way I look at it too, so I
figured I'd go up to Yankee Stadium.

And what are they
teaching up there?

Yanks versus
Cleveland. It's a crucial.

Carol, come over here.
I wanna talk to you.

Truant officer called
on me yesterday.

He seemed a little bit upset.

Well, if I had to chase kids for a
living, I couldn't sleep nights either.

I'm sure your father wants
you to have an education.

What did it ever do for him?

He worked his way
through college.

For what? To coach
football here at Bankruptcy U?

I was hoping he'd
help us change all that.

In six months?

It takes four years to
get a decent schedule.

Four years?

If the big teams
will book you at all.

Gee, I thought
everybody knew that.

Well, now you see?

If you don't go to school, you might
grow up to be as ignorant as I am.

Look, Father, the way I see it,
all you have to learn is how to add.

So you can figure out when
people are cheating you.

I add pretty good.

You know something?

I've spent 60 years of my life
in schools, and I can't add at all.

Father, you know what's
going on this morning in the 6-B?

The kids are standing up in the aisle reading
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow at each other.

Did you ever read him?

Well, Mr. Longfellow and Cleveland
came up the same week and I...

I wonder if you could spare me
a few minutes before the game.

I'd like you to come
up to my study.

-Father...
-Now, it won't take long.

It's a crucial. Bleacher
seats go on sale at 11:00.

You know the rest In
the books you have read.

How the British
regulars fired and fled.

How the farmers gave them ball for ball,
From behind each fence and farmyard wall.

Chasing the redcoats
down the lane

And crossing the fields to emerge again
Under the trees at the turn of the road.

And only pausing
to fire and load.

So through the night
rode Paul Revere

And so through the night
Went his cry of alarm.

-What's the matter?
-I have a very important engagement.

-Right now?
-Well, I didn't realize it was so late.

I hope I haven't
been boring you.

I can still make the game.

Hey, would you mind
closing the window?

Okay.

I'm very sorry, but the cardinal's
visiting New York for a short time.

-You should've had an appointment.
-I know, but a matter came up suddenly.

I thought perhaps you might
be able to squeeze me in.

Oh, excuse me, Father.

Will you see about the
reservation for Chicago?

Yes, Your Eminence.

Father Burke. Well, why didn't
you tell me he was out here?

I didn't want to disturb Your Eminence.
You're in New York so seldomly.

Oh, why all the
formality, Father?

This doesn't sound like the man
who failed me in English History.

I was merely adopting the reverential
tone customary with your high office.

And if you had any real
dignity, you'd expect it.

Well, that's the Father
Burke I used to know.

May we drop you somewhere?
We have room in the car, haven't we?

I'll sit on the jump seat. I
failed in English History also.

Come on.

Father, I feel just as badly as you
do about the passing of my old school.

But that's entirely in the
provincial's hands. I can't interfere.

But if we could make St.
Anthony's pay its own way...

In that case, it will be a pleasure
to help the provincial see the light.

What is your Machiavellian plan?

Well, my staff looks upon it
as a symptom of my senility...

...but are you familiar
with the game of football?

That brutal sport?

Oh, many universities aid
themselves financially by engaging in it.

-lndeed?
-I'd hope to do the same.

But I didn't realize the
complexity of the problems.

Do you know it takes four
years to get a decent schedule...

...if the big teams
will book you at all?

How can I be of any assistance?

Well, I thought, perhaps,
you might drop a gentle hint...

...to some of our
larger institutions...

...to look favorably upon
the plight of St. Anthony's.

To have them book
you, I believe you called it.

Well, I really shouldn't
have asked, but...

I'll do anything I
can for you, Father.

I'll see how much
influence I really have.

Here we are, Father.

I shall be eternally grateful.

-I'll never be able to thank you enough.
-Not at all.

-I'll leave you now.
-No, no, Father.

You're our guest.

Yanks versus Cleveland.

Should be a good game.

Naturally. It's a crucial.

Hail and farewell,
for none of us know...

...whether this may be the last class to
graduate from our beloved St. Anthony.

However, even should our college be
forced to close its doors, it will not die.

It will live on in the
spirit of the man...

...who's been our rector and our
inspiration for these many years.

Our own Father Burke.

Thank you, thank you.

Never have I heard such
enthusiasm for the passing of a school.

However, the end may not be as near as
Father Peterson would have you believe.

Before I launch into my standard
commencement address...

...I have here a communication
from His Eminence, the cardinal...

...which I think will
interest you more.

As you all know, His Eminence
was once a student here.

As a matter of fact, he was
in my class in English History.

He was in it for some time.

"Office of His Eminence,
William Patrick O'Shea.

Dear Father Burke.

Concerning my recent appointment
as Graduate Manager of Athletics...

...of St. Anthony's College...

...I am happy to report confirmation
of the following schedule...

...for our football
team for the next fall.

September the 20th,
Santa Carla University.

September the 27th, Holy Cross.

October the fourth, Villanova.

October the 11 th, at south bend,
the University of Notre Dame."

What?

Anything wrong?

Sit down, sit down.

Couldn't he have booked one
Protestant school for a breather?

But won't you reconsider?

I'm leaving town. I don't wanna be here
next fall and be a part of this homicide.

With the material you have here,
you couldn't whip Vassar at tiddlywinks.

Mr. Williams, I've already
taken the first step...

...to put this school
back on its feet.

Now, I'm sure with a little faith, all
of our other difficulties will disappear.

Now, won't you help us?

For a moment, let's dispense with
the rosy glasses of childish optimism...

...and look at this calmly:
You've flipped your lids.

The whole idea was
crackpot from the beginning.

Trying to book
big-time college ball.

You have a schedule, but how
about players and equipment?

-A stadium to play in?
-That's up to you.

I've told you that we are giving
you an absolutely free hand.

Then you better shake it,
because I'm leaving right now.

I'm away.

Where are we going?

As far as our
bankroll will take us.

Upstate, where we can hide away
from our little friend with the badge.

Do we know anybody up there?

Yeah, I got a friend in Rochester
who owns a bar and a grill.

-Poolroom attached?
-Sure.

-What's the matter?
-Nothing.

You know, St. Anthony has a
schedule any school would be proud of.

Including the Matawan
home for the feeble-minded.

We'd have all
summer to get ready.

Three months to build that kind
of a team? We'd be slaughtered.

The sportswriters
would like it, though.

They can put me in the funny
papers right next to "Li'I Abner."

You could do it though,
if you could just do it.

You're beginning to sound
like a member of the order.

-Where'd those come from?
-Under my bed.

But I didn't take them.
Father Burke gave them to me.

Poe, Dickens and
Stevenson? You read these?

Sure.

Well, last time I gave you a
book, it was Mother Goose.

We don't have room for
them. We can leave them here.

Steve.

-Look for my picture in the funnies.
-Oh, Steve.

We'd like to help you out
but I got a great setup here.

-A backfield coach.
-I got a deal, coach, on the line.

-Four years solid.
-Well, make like I didn't ask you.

Look, we'd be starting at the bottom
again at your school, St. Whosis.

They been losing
to high schools.

I understand. I wouldn't wanna take
you two away from your soft touch here.

-These are high school files?
-Yeah.

Reports on every kid that's
kicked the ball over 10 yards.

And the name of
the kid who caught it.

I wonder how many of these
specimens I can nail down.

They've already been
nailed, the good ones.

-They'll get loose when they hear my offer.
-What'll that be?

Room and board and a job
winding an eight-day clock?

There's going to be no employer-employee
relationships at St. Anthony's.

Everybody's going into
business for himself.

What's the deal?

At my new Alma mater, they
don't even know what time it is.

-All they're after are gate receipts.
-So?

So we're gonna cut up all
the side angles for ourselves.

Parking, programs, advertising,
pennants and the pay washrooms.

Everybody's gonna be
a member of the firm.

This will be the first cooperative
football team in history.

-Ain't that socialism?
-Not if we can get in on it.

I thought you two
were happy here.

For once, we'd like to
make as much as the players.

Off to work.

Hey, Steve. You
can't steal those files.

This is the lvy League.

Please, I live
upstairs from a church.

Fine. These seem
to be very sturdy.

Wouldn't last a season.

Prep school stuff.

Now, these are the real things.

Give you a little protection.

-Feel anything?
-No. Why, that's amazing.

-We'll start off with five dozen of these.
-Those are $300 a dozen, Steve.

Going first-class.
What's it running, Mike?

-Twelve, fifteen, about $20,000.
-That's what I figured.

-Mr. Williams.
-Yes, Father.

-What are the terms of this transaction?
-Cash on delivery.

-Cash on delivery?
-Now, relax, Father.

I've got it all figured out.

You get 10,000 a month operating
expenses from the province.

All you have to do is
borrow ahead for two months.

Mr. Williams, how do you
suppose we are operating now?

-You mean we're in hock.
-You phrased it perfectly.

Father, you have just
shattered a childhood illusion.

Then we'll just have
to ask them to trust us.

-For 20 grand?
-Suppose I ask them?

Not Mike. I've had
dealings with him before.

He wouldn't give Angel
Gabriel 5 bucks on his horn.

Perhaps you've misjudged him.

-Mr. Edwards.
-Yes, Father. What is it?

I trust you understand
St. Anthony's...

...is unable to pay for
this equipment in advance.

-What?
-It's just a small college.

Oh, no.

I suppose it means very
little to anyone but me.

But this might
help us to survive.

Now, if you could find it in
the goodness of your heart to...

Sorry.

Come along, Mr. Williams.

Just a minute.

-Norm. Take it back.
-Mike, come in.

It's no dice, Steve. We don't
give credit to busted schools.

Those boys will have to
play in their underwear.

Michael, my own, I
wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why not?

When I was buying a hundred
grand worth of equipment...

...I was a pretty big
man around here.

Got 10 percent off.

Of course, I had to kick 5 percent
back to somebody in this outfit.

And I'm sure the boss
doesn't know about this.

I wonder if it's cricket
to keep him in the dark.

Father, will Saturday be
soon enough for the delivery?

You mean it? It's all right?

Every man according to his own
heart. Let him yield but not grudgingly.

Or of necessity. For God
loveth a cheerful giver.

Thank you.

Thank you indeed.

-You see?
-Father, I've learned a great lesson.

Yeah, so have I.

-Pretty fair schedule, huh?
-Yes.

Santa Carla, Holy
Cross, Notre Dame.

-How do you do this? With mirrors?
-Stained glass.

Steve, I'd like to help you out.

But I couldn't put my own grandmother
at the Polo Grounds without a guarantee.

We aren't playing your grandmother
and I don't think she'd draw anyway.

It'd cost 25,000 to
open this place up.

I wish I could give St. Anthony's a
helping hand. It's a wonderful cause.

I'm sorry.

How are you doing with
that pro league of yours?

I think it's gonna be all right.

Last fall, we showed a nice profit. And
they only played two Sundays a month.

-I'm shocked.
-About what?

-Playing on the Sabbath.
-What's with you?

I may start a campaign
to abolish Sunday football.

-Oh, now, Steve.
-Brutal bruising game on the Lord's day.

I may get my newfound
friends to call a meeting.

Sort of an interfaith
conference.

They'll spread the word
and before you know it--

I don't know if you're on the level.
You can't throw a monkey wrench.

I happen to hold the Olympic
title to Monkey Wrench Throwing.

Sit down, Steve. Sit down. I don't
wanna have any trouble with you.

You've brought some great teams to this
field. I'd book you in without a guarantee.

But I haven't got an open date.

Look. Every available
Saturday filled.

Brother, then
we'll play Sundays.

-That's the boy we signed up yesterday.
-All-state tackle. He didn't graduate.

We'll print him a diploma.

We've been over these
films 10 times, Steve.

We've got everything
but a passer.

What happened to
that kid from Scranton?

One of the California
schools got to him first.

Yeah, I think they made his
old man vice president of a bank.

There's a good passer
in the Canadian League.

Take it easy, Steve. He's a pro.

Give him a crew haircut.

That's enough.

-Ten minutes intermission.
-I thought I told you to go to bed.

I was hungry.

We can't just
win our first game.

We'll have to roll up a big
score or we won't draw flies.

How do you roll up a score against Santa
Carla, number one on the West Coast?

-Summer school.
-What?

Our own brand. Eight
classes a day, all football.

Santa Carla, Notre Dame and Holy
Cross can't practice in the summertime.

Conference rules. That gives
us a three-months jump on them.

-No cream.
-You need it.

By September, we ought to be
able to take on the Chicago Bears.

Even if they use real bears.

We may fade out in the stretch, but
brother, we'll thump them in those openers.

-Can I have some cream?
-You don't need it.

What happens if our fellows
don't wanna give up their summer?

Oh, they'll train all right. Remember,
they're stockholders, not college boys.

Hail to Alma mater.

Hail, all hail to thee.

It's always a pleasure to
welcome a new student body...

...to the summer
school of St. Anthony's.

To look out upon row after
row of eager young faces...

...who've given up their summer vacation
to further their quest for knowledge.

I notice our new freshmen,
shy and timid as usual...

...have seated
themselves toward the rear.

Gentlemen, we're all united in
the brotherhood of scholarship.

Would you rise and move
forward to join the rest of us...

...as we will all move forward
during the coming term...

...in the eternal search
for truth and beauty.

We will lift our
voices into song.

What's up?

We wanna congratulate
you on your new freshmen.

It's a nice-looking
mountain of flesh, isn't it?

Don't you think you
may have overdone it?

Ring Lardner once said, "The
race is not always to the swift...

...nor the battle to the strong,
but that's the way to bet."

We've been looking over the high
school record of your young men.

-They look extremely good.
-In fact, too good.

It will be best if they all took
an entrance examination.

Why is it that a minute a boy with
a fine physique enters college...

...his intellect is
immediately suspect?

I'm willing to take his records
in good faith. Why can't you?

There's such a thing
as misplaced faith.

Why not have a
little Christian charity?

Let them prove themselves
one way or the other.

Mr. Williams, they'll receive
no special consideration.

We're all working
for the same things.

St. Anthony's, Father
Burke, and 170,000 bucks.

It's the F sharp,
it's a clinker.

I asked for six tickets and end
up with two on the rooting section.

How do you like that?

I wish we had as many
requests for seats in the chapel.

Well?

I have a letter from a
John McGivenny of Boston.

Says you baptized him. He
wants 10 tickets in the 50-yard line.

-Send him one. I only baptized him.
-All right, Father.

You sell any more seats,
there won't be room for me.

Then we'll just have
to call off the game.

What's the matter?

We've just been
clipped from the rear.

Yes, yes, go on.

So, what the kids in the
block do to me, I should worry.

Ringing my doorbell
at 2:00 in the morning.

Undertaker comes, he wants
to know where is the body.

Throwing rocks through
my window, it's all right.

But when they call my
Maria Watermelon Bottom...

...the city of New York
has got to do something.

We're taxpayers.

I'll have a talk
with the children.

-See that Maria keeps out of trouble.
-Sure, sure, Miss Singleton.

But you talk to the kids today.
Tomorrow, I get a baseball bat.

-I'll take care of it. Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Hello, Mr. Williams.
-Hello, Alice.

That's what it said on the letter.
And I feel we're such old friends.

-How's Carol?
-Fine.

You're not holding up
any more gas stations?

I know we're gonna have to fight
you when custody hearing comes up.

But what's this all about?

You've got to let Carol see
her mother on that date...

...or you're in
contempt of court.

Why don't you let Anne
do her own dirty work?

You're smarter than that.
Don't you know she's using you?

Go and help old Watermelon
Bottom and her kid. They need it.

My Carol doesn't. I've raised
her to take care of herself.

She'd get her own baseball bat
and tell me about it afterwards.

-Why don't you come out of that shell--?
-Mr. Williams, I suggest that you follow me.

-Where?
-Someplace better suited to your manners.

-And where would that be?
-The nearest saloon.

That ought to quiet your nerves.

-Steve, darling, hi.
-Hello.

That was Beanie.

I see you brought me
to your home territory.

Mr. Steve.

-What do you want here, Mr. Steve?
-Bourbon and water here.

Scotch over rocks.

Well, how do you
do, Miss Singleton?

-Don't plan on a campaign.
-Might not be a bad idea.

-You're showing signs of being human.
-Must be the light in here. Cigarette?

They're the kind all
lady doctors smoke.

Thanks.

Well, let's get
down to business.

Yeah, it...

It says here, "The child must be turned
over to the mother Sunday, September 20th...

...and she shall have
custody for the ensuing day."

Sunday, September the 20th.
Who's brilliant idea was this?

Mrs. McCormick insisted. She said
that was the most convenient time.

Glad to hear she still
reads the sports pages.

That's the day
of our first game.

Mr. Williams, aren't there more important
things in Carol's life than football?

-Just as there are in yours?
-Not this week.

If I made Carol go see her
mother on Sunday, I'm a heel.

If I don't, I'm in
contempt of court.

It's the old squeeze play.

Well, that's one
way of looking at it.

Don't you realize this will
make her hate her mother?

What makes you so sure?

She might find a whole new
world that you've kept her from.

How do you know your way of
raising your daughter has been right?

Because I asked her.
That's the best way.

How many pink
dresses does she have?

How many hats she
can't play baseball in?

Maybe it's been easy so far.

What happens in a few years
when she stops being a girl...

...and becomes a young woman?

Are you preparing her
to meet those problems?

I'll pick Carol up
Sunday morning.

Look, could you hurry up?

Everything's set.
The boys are at Mass.

-Better get moving.
-Sure.

I want to see the face on that Santa
Carla coach when we shift from T...

...to the single-wing to the box.
They'll think they're playing six teams.

Listen, Carol, you're
not going to the game.

-What are you talking about?
-You have to see your mother today.

Alice is coming
by to pick you up.

-Alice?
-Miss Singleton.

-You're kidding, aren't you?
-I have a court order.

Even you can't fight city hall.

But today. The first game.

How could you let
them do a thing like that?

I'm not going to go.

Could have spared
one of my school days.

A lot of things more important
in your life than football.

Should've put up a fight.
That's what you should've done.

Look, who's bawling out who?
Who's parent here and who's the child?

I got something for you.

-What's in this?
-A time bomb. What else?

Open it, blow us all up.

You promised me I could go.

Now you won't let me
go. I planned it all week.

I don't want any
of these things.

Good morning.

I'm delivering the package.

Handle with care.

Steve, Steve.

Steve.

She's the law.

Now, stay out of trouble
and kick on third down.

That's a very pretty dress
you're wearing. Is it new?

Last year's.

Let's go.

-No, thank you.
-Thank you. So glad you could come.

Go on in and join the children.

Hello. I don't know that it was a good
idea having all of these children in.

I'd hope you would spend
the afternoon alone with Carol.

Well, I guess I'll have to learn
about children all over again.

Carol and I have been
separated for so long.

Don't worry. I've already filed my
report for the hearing on Wednesday.

I don't think you'll have to wait
much longer to get your daughter.

No mother could ever
hear more welcome words.

Thank you.

-Excuse me.
-Certainly.

I may have Whistler in
to paint you tomorrow.

Do we own a rocking chair?

Harold, give me a vermouth
Scotch and a twist of lemon.

-Put them all together, they spell mother.
-Oh, shut up.

-I have a splitting headache.
-And how is our wee belle?

Steve's absolutely ruined that
child. She has no manners at all.

I bet she shoots a good
game of snooker, though.

Am I going to run a
home for delinquent girls?

-I thought one was enough.
-Thank you.

I'll smooth out the
rough edges if it kills me.

I suppose I have to
amuse our little one again.

The show must go on.

May I have the pleasure
of this dance, please?

Carol, dear. This
is Jeffrey Marlowe.

He's just been begging
me to let him dance with you.

-No, thank you.
-Okay.

Just a minute, Jeffrey.

Dear, I hope you realize I
gave up my Sunday for you.

Now, the least you
can do is enjoy yourself.

Is it all right with you if I
just don't wanna dance?

-It's all right with me.
-Jeffrey.

I know what's wrong.

You're probably ashamed
of this awful dress.

I like this dress fine.
Steve bought it for me.

I know, dear. It's very pretty.

But Bonwit's have a wonderful
Junior Miss department.

I'm going to open a
charge account for you.

Will they let me come in?

Now, you two dance
and have a good time.

Carol?

You know, I don't
dance very well myself.

Dancing. Big deal.

It's a very big deal, Carol.

You have to learn how to get along
with boys and girls your own age.

You can't live with
your father all your life.

Not if Anne can help it.

You'll be grown up
before you know it.

I went through the same things except
I didn't have a mother I could turn to.

You were just lucky.

Well, perhaps Anne
is trying too hard.

I don't suppose you
wanna go back inside.

No. They're not my type.

Well, just between you and
me, they're not my type either.

What do you say
we sneak out of here?

I don't think anybody
would miss us.

I feel sorry for Steve.

Let's give him a break and
start the second team today.

I don't know.

-They look pretty big to me.
-All freshmen. Green as grass.

That's it. Right there.

-Hello, Joe. Congratulations, Bill.
-Welcome back to football.

Well, thank you very much. I
hear you got a great team this year.

As a matter of fact, my heart almost
stopped when I heard they'd scheduled you.

I don't know whether my
boys can give you a contest.

But we'll be trying. Bye.

That guy is playing
it too humble.

-Start the first team.
-Right. Braddock.

Thanks for tucking me in.

I almost forgot to
bring your medicine.

Doctor said for you to take it
on the hour. It'll give strength.

Strength, that's
just what I need.

If you hear a pistol shot, it may
not be the end of the first half.

-Good afternoon, Ed.
-Good afternoon.

-I see you got the tickets I sent you.
-Yes, they're fine.

And only $4.80 each.

Well, you said the
college had to pay its way.

I hope you didn't expect
professional courtesy.

I understand the crowds continue
only as long as their team is winning.

Well, our boys all went
to Mass this morning.

-So did Santa Carla.
-Yes, but ours outweigh them.

I see you still have
that handsome cane.

Presented by his former
students at Santa Carla, Father.

I hope they all passed.

What?

Good boy.

St. Anthony's will receive, Santa
Carla will defend the south goal.

Boy, that backfield
sure looks ready.

Better be seven men
on that line ready too.

St. Anthony's ball. First
and 10 on their own 37.

-What happened? Who's got the ball?
-The enemy.

Santa Carla recovered
their own fumble.

First and 10 on the 46.

Santa Carla's fumble
recovered by St. Anthony's.

St. Anthony's ball. First
and 10 on their own 40.

Hi.

Looks like the party must
have been a big success.

Saunders kicking
off for St. Anthony's.

Santa Carla's ball on the 30.

They don't look much
like freshmen to me.

That's to say they're working
their way through college.

Saint Anthony's ball
on Santa Carla's 45.

Thanks, Alice. How's business?

Great. Eating it like they
didn't know what was in them.

Good. Like Steve says,
"Every penny counts."

St. Anthony's ball on the 36.

They made a first down!

That means they made 10 yards.

I know, they two-timed that left guard
and rode him out of there like a scooter.

Once upon a time, I
went to college myself.

Sorry, officer.

Look, you're getting
mustard all over you dress.

Who cares? I got a
charge account at Bonwit's.

Hit him again. Hit him again.

-Harder.
-Strength.

Harder.

-Harder.
-Harder.

-Harder.
-Harder.

That's why I like that 34 play.

We're swamping them and
you're not even cheering.

Well, I'm not being paid.

How do you expect Steve to win ballgames?
With Father Burke at quarterback?

Is winning so important?

Listen, like Steve says:

"Winning isn't everything.
It's the only thing."

Anything Steve says goes, huh?

He's my boy.

Whose side are you on, Alice?

Anne's or Steve's?

I'm on your side, Carol.

St. Anthony's 14. Santa Carla
nothing. This looks like an upset.

St. Anthony's surprising strength has
everybody in the stadium flabbergasted.

Saunders kicking
off for St. Anthony's.

Isn't it amazing how such a small school
has come up with such a strong team?

Not so amazing
when you know Steve.

I bet the coal mines
are empty this year.

I can't really believe St.
Anthony's authorities know...

...where that
material came from.

Santa Carla's ball on the 30.

-What's this?
-The Academy Award.

Congratulations,
Father. Great team.

Father, to the victor.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

-Congratulations.
-Thanks, Bill.

Your team is in unusually
great shape this early season.

-You think so?
-I wonder what they did all summer.

Bible class, Billy. Bible class.

Hello, junior.

How'd you get out?
Who sprung you?

Alice. She couldn't
take it either.

-That's very decent of you.
-Not at all.

I learned a great
deal this afternoon.

I always thought you had
possibilities. When can I see you again?

In court, on Wednesday.

-Goodbye, Carol.
-Goodbye, Alice.

I don't like the
way she said that.

Maybe I spilled the beans.

Administration office.

-Peterson?
-Oh, yes, Father Burke?

I want complete credentials
on our freshman class.

Complete credentials
on the freshmen class.

-High school records.
-High school records.

-Entrance examination.
-Entrance examination.

-Classroom attendance and marks.
-Classroom attendance and marks.

-Oh, yes, I'll send them right up.
-Why wasn't I informed?

Father, I should have called it to your
attention sooner but I didn't want to upset--

He couldn't have said
what I thought he said.

How goes it?

Looks like our net
profit from the game...

...adds up to around
$31,000 in round figures.

And they're gonna get rounder.

We can start thinking
about our new library.

Couple of more games,
you might get your back pay.

Mr. Williams, Father
Burke would like to see you.

I just got your
hurry-up call, Father.

Sit down, Mr. Williams,
if you wish.

I hope I'm not
inconveniencing you.

No, we were just going over the
scout's report for the Holy Cross game.

There isn't going to be
any Holy Cross game.

We've already canceled the
remainder of our football schedule.

Day of reckoning has
arrived, eh, Father?

In a small way, Mr. Williams, but it
won't be the last that you'll experience.

-Mind telling me who opened your eyes?
-Well, I prefer not.

You don't have to.

What made you believe that
you could save St. Anthony's...

...by destroying the
very things it stands for?

I've already asked the Provincial
to close our school immediately.

-I'm sorry, Father.
-Sit down. I haven't finished yet.

The thing that hurt most...

...was to hear from a stranger
that you've been buying players...

...forging records,
dividing profits...

...and laughing at those of
us who were naive enough...

...to have had
confidence in you.

That you've even allowed a
professional football player...

...to wear the venerable
colors of St. Anthony's.

And here's the record.

"Elmer Miller. Played in the
Canadian Professional League."

Now this so-called pro Elmer
Miller happens to be a kid...

...who spent his last
high school year in Korea.

Combat medals from here to here.

He comes home and plays in
one chintzy backwoods game.

What's the difference whether the kids
make the money for the hamburgers?

Or some alumnus
gets the concession?

Father, I've been through this so
many times, it's like old home week.

Let's just call it quits.

I want you to know this, though.

I'm not ashamed of
anything I've done.

You won't find me at
Confession in the morning.

Hello, officer.

Why, Mr. Williams. The office
is officially closed for the night.

I saw the light burning
in the window for me.

The Gestapo never sleeps.

What do you want?

Miss Singleton, you have
accomplished the following:

Carol will be taken
away from me.

Father Burke's heart will be broken
because St. Anthony's will be closed.

And you've cheated 30 or 40 kids
out of an education they can't afford...

...unless there's football.

All because I
looked at your legs.

You've been drinking.

And in the best Christian tradition,
I'm gonna return good for evil.

Some advice.

Singleton, start
winking at strange men.

Drop your gloves anytime
you're in an elevator...

...with an eligible bachelor.

Go boat-riding with lonesome
sailors. Get out on the town.

Let life rub up against you and then
maybe some man will do this to you.

It's what you wanted, isn't it?

And to make up for it, you...

...do clever little things like
running to Father Burke...

...and telling him my boys sullied
the good name of his school.

-I didn't go to Father Burke.
-No?

You know so many women, you
forgot to get the name of that one.

You've had me figured
out from the very beginning.

Four years at finishing
school. I went to college nights.

I don't have to tell stories about you
to hurt you. You're hurting yourself.

Anything that I've done
was to protect Carol.

-From what?
-From growing up like me.

I had a wonderful father too.

Real pals, we were.
Man-to-man about everything.

I hardly ever
realized I was a girl.

By the time I was
10, I was a misfit.

When I was 12, I hated every
boy who ever laughed at me.

It was a big club. Do you
know this is the first time...

...I've ever let a man get
this close to me in all my life.

Now, get out of here.

Here we are, Tiger, come on.

That's my name
for him. Wife's dog.

Can't stand him when he's sober.

Doesn't he know any
songs about fathers?

Nobody writes songs
about fathers, Mr. Steve.

-We ought to have a union.
-I pay too much dues already.

What's up, Steve?

I've thought it over
very carefully, Joe.

There's no great
achievement in getting drunk.

Even a little dog can do
it. Have one on me, Tiger.

Thank the nice man, Tiger.

-ls Mrs. McCormick in?
-Do you have an invitation, sir?

I paid two bucks
for one 11 years ago.

What do you want?

I surrender, dear.

-Will you get out?
-Not until after I've talked to you.

Out here.

Your timing is always 100 percent.
Always wrong. Well, what do you want?

Congratulations, Anne.
I'm giving Carol up.

-How touching.
-Maybe it's best for her.

I see no sense in dragging her
through a court trial tomorrow.

I'll send her away
someplace to a good school.

Do you expect me
to agree to that?

Well, why not?
You don't want her.

You got tired of her before
she was 2 months old.

Yes, about the same
time you got tired of me.

You're only giving up
because you know you're licked.

I want you to bring
Carol into court.

I want her to hear all about
her fine, upstanding father.

You've seen the
probation report?

You should have been nicer to dear
Miss Singleton. Or maybe you were.

Now that I told Father Burke the
facts of life about your football team...

...you couldn't win
custody of a cocker spaniel.

Don't take all the credit.
I dialed the number.

Oh, you did, eh?

You know, I'm not overly fond of
having your daughter in my house.

And I hope you realize
what a sacrifice I'm making.

For I see no reason why Carol shouldn't
grow up to be the same kind of tramp as--

Get me the police.

Order. Order, Mr. Williams.

The lawyer for Mrs. McCormick
has the attention of the court...

...for the moment.

Why are you not
represented by counsel?

Well, I saw a lot of them
where I spent the night.

They wouldn't let
any of them out.

-Your Honor, I intend to show--
-One moment, please.

Carol.

Perhaps you better wait in
my chambers until we call you.

We don't like a child to see
how foolish adults can be.

It isn't exactly a secret, Your
Honor. I might as well stay.

-May I go on?
-Until the next interruption.

May I read the concluding paragraph
of the probation officer's report:

"It is my opinion that the father has
had a degrading influence upon the child.

And that the only
cause left to the court...

...is to deliver her to the
custody of her mother."

Your Honor, in view of this report
and in view of the circumstances...

...of which the defendant
appears here today...

...Mrs. McCormick would save court's
time by dispensing with further argument...

...moving for an
immediate decision.

-I agree. And furthermore--
-Your Honor.

What now, Mr. Williams?

Before this railroad station closes,
may I question the author of this report?

That is your
privilege, if you insist.

There is no formal procedure
here. Go right ahead.

Well, let's don't
be too informal.

I'd like to have Miss
Singleton sworn in.

Bailiff, will you
swear the witness.

Miss Singleton, please.

Can I dispense
with the bookends?

-An escort will not be necessary.
-Raise your right hand.

Do you swear the testimony
about the given case...

...to be the truth
and nothing but?

-I do.
-Be seated, please.

Miss Singleton, I've been
listening to this document...

...that you've been
sitting up nights writing.

And I wanna break it
down into simple language.

Will you tell this court, did you
ever see me hit my daughter?

-No.
-Deprive her of food, clothing or schooling?

-No.
-Anytime you've seen us together...

...did she seem unhappy?

-No.
-Do you think it's a crime...

...for a father to treat
his daughter as an equal?

Well, there are
some authorities--

Did she show signs
of vitamin deficiency?

Your Honor, am I
allowed to get a word in?

I lost control of this
hearing long ago.

Ask him.

May I tell you that I came to this
courtroom to repudiate my report?

Your Honor, that report
was filed under oath.

I believed it when I wrote it.

-When was that?
-Friday.

Could have been trying
a murder this week.

Stay with it, Mr. Grummet.

You may be. Sit
down, Mr. Williams.

Not there. Over there.

You were just getting to the part where
you were denying you're sworn word.

I find that I've been letting my emotion
sway my better judgment, Your Honor.

I've only just
began to realize...

...how deeply Mr. Williams
cares for his daughter.

It's obvious to me now...

...I spent most of my time
investigating the wrong party.

I deliberately looked
the other way...

...while I allowed Mrs. McCormick
to use me for her own ends.

It finally became clear to me...

...that she has no real
affection for her own child.

That her only purpose
was to hurt Mr. Williams.

Now the only thing that
renews my faith in my own sex...

...is that Mr. McCormick
is just as bad as she is.

Your Honor, I move Miss
Singleton be cited for perjury.

One case at a time, Mr. Grummet.

This involves the
future of a child.

I intend to hear Miss
Singleton out if it takes all winter.

Your Honor, I should like to
ask Miss Singleton one question.

Are you in love
with Mr. Williams?

Your Honor, is that relevant?

You've completely reversed
your sworn testimony.

I claim it's the only
question that is relevant.

You'll have to answer that.

Remind the witness
she's under oath.

Sit down, Mr. Williams.

Go ahead.

Well, I can't be sure but...

...I believe the answer is yes.

That's all, Miss Singleton.

May I say something else?

Is there anything else to say?

Yes, there is, Your Honor.

I've always tried to be
objective about my work.

And no matter what my
feelings about Mr. Williams now...

...it is still obvious to me that
he's no fit father for a little girl.

Sometimes, love is not enough.

He has given her
a set of values...

...that finds no wrong in
deceiving even the Church itself.

Do you realize how he has damaged
an innocent school like St. Anthony's--?

Believe me. It would be a tragic
mistake to leave Carol in his sole custody.

Miss Singleton, before we
get objective all over the place...

...I'd like to call a halt to
these proceedings right now.

This case is continued
until further notice.

I shall assign another probation
officer. A man, Miss Singleton.

And until his report
is completed...

...the child shall remain a
ward of the juvenile court.

Your last official act, pick
up the child at her dwelling...

...and deliver her
to Children's Center.

Step down, Miss Singleton.

This court is finally adjourned.

Oh, well.

Hello, Father.

Hello.

You can count them.

They're all here.

I gave those
books to you, Carol.

They're yours.

I'm not the one who
needs the education, Father.

-It's you.
-Carol.

Just because Steve
did what you told him to...

...the judge is
sure to split us up.

The judge?

Don't you know anything
that's going on around you?

Carol, I'd like you
to keep the books.

Who needs them?

Like I said before, all you
got to know is how to add.

I've been intending
to have that fixed.

Father Burke,
the cardinal's here.

-Good morning, Father.
-Your Eminence.

Why, this is indeed
an unexpected honor.

-Please sit down.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-I'm not here ex officio.

Just another alumnus.

I told His Eminence
of your decision.

Yes, we've decided
to close the old firetrap.

Oh, Father, I've been talking this
matter over with the province advisers.

It would be a great shock...

...if you didn't present St.
Anthony's deficit at every meeting.

Your intangible value to the province
cannot be reckoned in dollars and cents.

After all, no school that
flunked me in English History...

...can be completely
unnecessary.

Of course, there are
certain conditions.

We're gonna have to watch all
expenditures much more closely...

...but by eliminating scholarships,
adding a School of Commerce...

...streamlining all the
way down the line--

When will you learn that this is a
college and not a cash register?

Father, aren't you being
a little unreasonable?

I don't think so.

There's one person in this room,
never would have had an education...

...if we'd had to ask for his
tuition before each semester.

Now, George, how can you
upset an old man like that?

I am not an old man.

If we have to
watch our pennies...

...and teach our students
how to juggle books...

...then I'm in favor of turning
the whole place into a parking lot.

Thank you.

Well, I'll be happy
to blow this place.

Hope you can sleep
without those bells.

I can always bang my
head against the wall.

Kid, everything's gonna turn out all right.
It's 8-to-5 we'll be back together again.

How about we duck out?

How far is it to Rochester?

My friend with
the bar and grill?

Why not?

I don't want them to
take me away from you.

Look, I told you
before, Carol...

...we just can't
run away from life.

It catches up with you.

We're getting out just in time.

Living in a church
is ruining you.

Hurry up and pack.
Alice is probably waiting.

-Or is it the church?
-What?

Nothing.

Steve...

...don't you want me?

There's nothing I want more.

But in spite of anything
I can do or you can do...

...you're getting
bigger every day.

And it's just a
matter of time...

...until your dad will be the
least important man in your life.

What's that got to do with it?

Well, you just gotta quit looking at
me like I was George Washington...

...Babe Ruth and Florence
Nightingale all rolled into one.

I don't know all
the answers, kid.

Maybe the judge
has a better one.

Okay, coach.

You didn't make the world.

This is a solemn,
though happy occasion.

You've been called to
the chapel on short notice...

...to give thanks for some extremely
good news which concerns all of you.

St. Anthony's will proceed in its
bungling ways down through the years.

The province is kind enough
to continue its financial aid.

And now, I would like to express
my gratitude to the province...

...by requesting that I be removed
from the post of father rector.

The most difficult
thing for a man...

...is to admit that
he's growing old.

It is an especially difficult
thing for an old man to admit.

In my younger days...

...I never would have so far
forgotten my priestly vows...

...as to think only of myself.

These past years...

...I now realize that I was not
trying to save St. Anthony's.

I was trying to perpetuate myself in a
job that had become too much for me.

This would have been bad enough.

But I also allowed
myself to misjudge a man.

A man whose only
concern was not for himself...

...but for his child.

In my naive attempt to change
this stubborn old school...

...into a moneymaking
operation...

...I asked this man to
perform an impossible task.

And he did it.

He did it in his own way.

And I'm sure after long
reflection, that it was the only way.

And because he did
what I asked him to do...

...I discharged
him from his post.

I exposed him
to public ridicule.

And I may have succeeded
in taking from him...

...the one thing in
life that he valued.

I hope that someday he will
find it in his heart to forgive me.

As for our football team, it
will go back to its old ways.

Its old schedule.

And before I hurt anyone else...

...more especially, before I
hurt St. Anthony's further...

...the wisest course
for me is to step down.

Like our old chapel clock...

...I've grown picturesque
but not very useful.

So goodbye and
God bless you all.

I'm delivering the
package again.

-Hello, Carol.
-Hello, Alice.

You've got yourself a pretty
good character witness.

With my record, I better
bring the choir to court too.

I hope someday you'll find
a good mother for Carol.

It's all either of you need.

I know.

Hey!

You got nice legs too...

...for a copper.

Welcome to the ranks of
the unemployed, Father.

Only one of us.

You'll be back here
again next season.

-Me?
-Yes.

Read the fine print
in your contract.

It says, "lf desired
by the college...

...this agreement may be
extended for 12 months."

I never saw that.

It's in Latin.

Right on the dot.