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How did it get in there?

I was teasing him with it.

It's not worth it. I
shouldn't have dropped it!

Come on.

Run, run!

Don't
let him get you!

Run!

Run! Run!

You scared me to death!

Don't you ever do
anything like that again.

I do that all the time.

Alma!

Hey!

Come on. Come on!

Come on, stupid horse!

Come on! Idiot!

Son of a...

Son of a b...

Alma!

What did you just say?

What did you just say?

Huh? W...

We don't talk that
way! You hear me?

Did you do any good today?

Mm.

What was your worst
part about today?

Working on the farm.

What was your best
part of today?

Right now.

Who knows the answer?

Anyone?

Anyone
know the answer?

Hmm.

Anyone else?

How about one of you boys?

Alma...

...do you know the answer?

Nothing.

No surprise there.

Ms. Bird, can I talk
to you for a moment?

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Do you have something you
want to tell me, Alma?

-No, ma'am.
-That's rather strange

because based on your history,

I think you do.

You think because you
are so big and dumb,

you can pick on anyone you
like and get away with it?

Don't you?

Don't you?

Don't you?

I'm not dumb! And it
wasn't me this time.

Stop it!

Stop it!

Well, class,

that will be the
last we or anyone

will hear of Alma Richards.

-Hey.
-So,

what are you thinking
you'll do now, Son?

Ranching?

You know...

...out... under the stars.

Nothing wrong with ranching...

...but we just want to be
sure that you're weighing

things out carefully.

You know, us and your grandparents
didn't just leave Wales.

We felt we were called.

We want you to
find your calling,

to do something
meaningful with your life.

You see that?

That's family, Son.

Hardest working, toughest
people I ever knew.

I know that, but...

...I think ranching
might be my calling.

How much?

Two bits.

That's too much.

Is it?

You see what's going
on out that window?

Every drowned rat within
30 miles is looking for a,

a dry place to sleep tonight.

Upstairs.

Uh, pardon me.

There's already
some guy in that room.

Mm. How could that be?

Oh, I know,

two to a room.

Yeah, but, but two beds.

Not two beds. Two... to a bed.

No, I want my money back.

Oh, do you?

Pardon me,
but... move over.

There's no "over" to go.

You, sir, are enormous.

How old are you?

Sixteen.

What year are you in school?

I don't go to school.

What do you do?

What do you care?

I'm a ranch hand.

And what are your
aspirations? Your dreams?

I just wanna be out.

There's lots of this big old
world I'm wanting to look on.

You may do as you wish in
this life, but...

...to do so, you
need an education.

And what great
education did you get

that led you to this
crowded, lice-filled bed?

Touché.

I'm a professor at
Michigan State University,

traveling to lecture
in California,

but stalled by an
uncooperative train.

It's too late for me
to go back to school.

No.

No, it's never too late
to go back to school.

Much as I honor such men...

...you cannot
remain a ranch hand.

I have a feeling...

...that you were made for
something of wider influence.

School was a
wonderful idea, Son,

I see nothing but
good coming of this.

Well, maybe this time I
can mess up a little less.

We'll
love having you home again.

No, I'm not going
back to that school.

I wanna go to the
Murdock Academy.

Wonderful.

I've always said I
wanna see the world.

Maybe Beaver, Utah,
is the place to start.

Now, Son, there's a
rough side to that town.

You remember what we taught
you about smoking and liquor?

-I know.
-And... about staying away

from the wrong kind of girls.

I don't think Alma's
ever even talked to a girl.

I'm just so proud of you, I could burst.

Who knows the answer?

The author? Who
knows the answer?

Only Alma.

How is it you know
all the answers?

Okay, get a good grip on it
this time, and don't spit on it.

Remember, the rest of your
teammates have to use it.

You let it fall on your foot,
we'll be carrying you around.

And this time, don't
throw it towards us.

All right, put some energy
into it, give it some oomph.

Oomph. Right?

Oomph! Oomph! Ready?

I'm slipping a little, I just
need some tar or something.

Fred, I told you, they won't
let you put stuff like that on your hands.

Hey, fellas, who's that?

That's, uh,
Almer somebody.

-Is he a new teacher?
-He's a new kid.

P... Pardon? Are, are you Almer?

-No, sir.
-Huh. Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

What is your name?

-Alma.
-Oh.

Uh... Pardon me.
I'm the track coach.

-Okay.
-Yeah. Well, have you ever thought about track?

-Train tracks?
-No, uh, uh... track, it's a new sport here.

I think you'd like it.

So you want me to come
and watch your team?

No, I... I want you to try out.

I have to try out
to watch your team?

No, I... I think you'd
be good on the team.

What would I have to do?

Uh, you'd run and
jump and, um...

things like that.

Why don't you come
out to the field

after school and, uh,
we'll give it a try?

Big twerp.

Well, it was worth a try.

Uh, d... don't
let the takeoff foot go past...

All right, uh...

Glory be, diggity dog!

Fred, you're a natural.

Well, you passed the first test.

Oh, what's that?

You showed up.

This is Alma, boys.

Let's start him off
with some warm-ups, huh?

Let's start off
with a broad jump.

Now, Fred, why don't you
show Alma how it's done?

All right, there! Did you
see where his heel hit?

That's as far as he goes.
You have to beat that mark.

-So I have to try and beat that?
-Go past that with your heel, that's right.

No, no, yo... no,
you want, you wanna go back f...

you wanna go back farther...

Oh, you beat him.

Okay, this time,
let's do it for real.

Just take a run at it and
see how far you can jump.

Your takeoff foot cannot go
past this mark right here.

Okay.

Okay, boys! The 100-yard dash,

the meat and potatoes
of every track meet.

What have you got within
ya? It shows your soul.

Get ready now!

Ready! Set... go!

That's a shot.

Careful, it's dang heavy and,

I mean, the last
thing you'd want

is, I mean, to
drop on your foot.

You know, there's no
track, no... shot...

You don't throw it.
Yo... you put it.

No, no, not... not... put. Uh, you
put it. That's the wrong sport.

Put it.

-Put it. From up here?
-Yes.

Come on!

Nobody has shown an interest or
the ability to throw the discus,

but it's, uh, kind
of a twirling motion.

And then, you keep your legs
underneath it, so it comes out flat.

No wobble.

Oh, okay, we're gonna...

...we're gonna try her again.

This time, put 90% of
the weight back here.

You're back here. Get some
lift into it this time

and keep your arm behind you.
That'll help you keep it straight.

Flip it out there.
Let's go, Alma.

Give it some flick
now. Here we go!

Glory be! Diggity dog!

In second place with
22 points, Salt Lake High.

Congratulations, sir.

Now, last year, Murdock Academy
won one point and came in 17th.

What a difference a year can make.

Congratulations to our
state high school champion,

with 32 points, Murdock Academy!

-Thank you.
-Congratulations.

There you go, boys.

You didn't just join
the track team, son.

-You became it. Well done.
-You got a great boy.

First place, nice going.

-Thank you.
-But you're still a dumb hick.

Whoa, hey!

-Hey...
-Hey, get off him!

-No fighting! No fighting!
-...hey, hey!

♪ ...and
we'll all shout "Hurrah!" ♪

♪ When Alma comes
marching home ♪

♪ When Alma comes
marching home again ♪

♪ Hurrah, hurrah ♪

♪ We'll give him a
hearty welcome then ♪

♪ Hurrah, hurrah ♪

♪ The men will cheer and
the boys will shout ♪

♪ The ladies they
will all turn out ♪

♪ And we'll all
shout "Hurrah!" ♪

♪ When Alma comes
marching home ♪

♪ When Alma... ♪ -Okay, okay,
okay. I... that's all I can take.

I thought I'd never tire of that
song, but you boys did it to me.

Hey, do you know that we're
the first rural high school

to ever win the state
track championship?

You mean us?

-That's good! So here's us, little Murdock Academy...
-Mm-hmm!

...with 32 points,
mostly won by Alma here

-and supported by me...
-Mm-hmm.

...and the next
school only gets 22.

I don't know much
about coaching,

but I really believe
you'd get a fair shake

if you transfer to another
high school next year

where they can really bring
out your potential in track.

Well, thanks for looking
out for me, Coach, but...

...I like it here.

And I'll do other sports.

Yeah, like what?

Basketball.

I'll tell you
where I think you should be.

Next year, you should
be in Provo at BY High.

-Hey, you hear that, Freddie?
-Yeah, that's where I'm going next year too.

Golly!

-Break.
-Break. No!

-Okay, for sure this time.
-For sure.

I got it... Oh.

Hey, Mickey.

Did you finish those
drills? All right, good man.

Well, I've been thinking things
through. I think what we need to do...

-Right here.
-Yeah. Oh.

...get your approach
a little steep...

Oh.

Sorry.

Anyway. Uh...

Pass it. Yep, okay. Here we go!

-Oh...
-Oh-ho!

Oh-ho, yeah!

Whoops.

Oh.

I got it.

So sorry.

Hey!

What's your name?

Fred.

Not you. You.

Alma.

Uh.

You got a minute?

Yes, sir.

I'm BYU coach, uh,
Timpanogos Roberts.

Uh, I want you to try something.

Hey, Mickey. Uh,
set it at, uh...

...six feet.

High jump's not
one of my events.

You have events?

I was gonna try out
for track next month,

but I've never done high jump.

Well, now's your chance. Jump.

Well, what way?

Uh,

show him, Mickey.

-At six feet?
-Why not?

This is a scissor kick.

Well, don't do it like that,
but, uh, you get the idea.

Inside leg kicks over, then the
outside leg completes the jump.

Well, that's no good.

I'll try it my way.

Dang.

You've never high jumped before.

Only on the farm.

Well, you just jumped two
inches under the BYU record!

Well, I'll try harder.

Alma, I would like to extend
an official invitation for you

to join the BYU track team.

I don't know.

Wait,
what? what's the matter?

Well, see, I d...
I don't go to BYU.

Oh.
What school are you in?

I'm still in high school.

Dang.

Are you out
of your mind, Timp?

Well, very
possibly, President.

But I'm, I'm telling you,
he's...

...one of the most
gifted natural athletes

to come along in years.

-A high schooler?
-Yeah.

Have there been
any other high school students

allowed to compete at
the university level?

-Not that I know of.
-Mm.

Then why should we
let this fellow in?

Because he's good.

That's not how we make
decisions around here.

Bring him in.

He wants to see ya.

Uh, President, I'd like to
introduce to you Alma Richards.

Pleasure, son! I, uh,
knew you were waiting

and... wanted to meet
you, but I'm sorry.

We don't allow high school
students to compete athletically

at the university level.

I understand.

Alma, um, what's
your father's name?

Morgan.

Morgan Richards.

From Parowan.

Yes, sir.

A good name can open doors.

Welcome, son.

It's no good.

Well, you don't like
the barrel roll, uh...

Eh, what's wrong
with the scissor?

Yo... you gotta do
either the scissor

-or the barrel roll.
-It's not how I jump over things.

Jump over what things?

Fences.

All the great jumpers do

either the scissor
or the barrel roll.

-This is what I'm used to.
-Sometimes you gotta get over

what you're used to, so you
can learn something better.

Or... sometimes you don't.

Let me keep trying.

I'll get better.

-Hey, Alma.
-Yeah.

I think when you're
making your jump,

you just need a little
more... uh, more oomph.

That's what I need.

Yeah, it's just,
uh... oomph.

Uh, for sure, I need something.

Did Fred just tell
you what to do?

-Yeah.
-Well, I can't wait to hear it.

He said I need more oomph.

Well,
Fred would know.

Well... I don't
wanna take anything away

from what Coach Fred
tells you, but, uh...

well, try this.

As you're about to clear
the bar...

...try...
leaning forward, huh?

More over your knees.

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Diggity dog!
-Yeah.

-Oomph.
-Huh? Huh?

-All right, fellas. Good!
-Okay. Okay, remember this.

When you're coming down that road,
I want you jumping up, up, chest up.

Hurrah! Hurrah!

...before
that elbow goes for the release.

Now, follow through
and flick that.

Ready? Here we go.

Yes. All right.

Well, that'll do for today.

Okay, Coach.

Hey, Richards, you...

...you're good at every
event. If, uh, tiddlywinks was

a track and field sport, you'd
beat everyone at that too.

But I'll tell you this.

You're best at the high jump.

That's your ticket.

You know what I love
about the high jump?

All right,
fellas, looking good...

The same as life.

I mean, you, you
got an obstacle.

Doesn't do you any good
to go under it. Uh...

...can't go around it.

You gotta learn to go over it.

Thanks, Coach.

Coach,

just so you know, I'm
great at tiddlywinks too.

-A... Alma.
-Oh, hiya, Coach.

I wanna talk to you. Uh,
you... you're doing good

in your school classes?

-I'm doing swell.
-Dang it. That is swell.

Well, here's something I
really want you to go after.

The trials for
the Olympics are in two months.

-Can you be ready for that?
-I don't know.

I'm supposed to help my
family get first crop in.

-What do I need to do?
-You need to work hard and get ready.

Here's what I need to do.

The
trials are in Chicago.

I gotta raise us the
money to get us there.

-How much do we need?
-Well, I'd say 400.

Shouldn't be hard. There's gotta
be plenty of folks around here

that'd love to help you along.

Why would people give
money to help me in track?

Because when you
put on that jersey,

you represent them. They
want you to succeed.

Okay. Well, how about while
you do that, I'll go home,

and... I'll talk to my parents
about this Olympia idea.

Olympics, uh... good.

You do that.

You have
to go to Chicago?

And if that goes well,
all the way to Sweden?

Just to see
how high you can jump?

Why don't we just
measure you jumping here

and then tell them
how high you did?

Doesn't work that way, Mama.

I wish you would just stay here.

Help your father with the farm and then
get back to school in the fall.

Mother, it's time.

I'm sorry,
Son, I have to go.

Thank you.

Where's she going?

Oh, you know, we've always tried
to set aside certain evenings

to visit sick or elderly folks.

She's leaving now to
care for Sister Sawyer.

If service is the rent we pay

for our room here on Earth,

your mother's rent has
been paid many times over.

You thinking
you're going to Chicago?

I don't know.

What do you think?

Father and mother
are afraid this trip

is too much about yourself
and not about others.

I think this might
be my calling.

That's what you
said about ranching.

Dang it, I got
some bad news, son.

-Me too.
-All I've been able

to raise for the trials
in Chicago is $150.

That isn't enough.

That means only one of
us will be able to go.

Hey, you go ahead, Coach.

I'll stay and help
get my dad's hay in.

Why would I go without
you? You're the one going.

-By myself?
-Well, this is too important to miss.

-What's so important about it?
-Oh, this is your chance

to represent the town, the
school, uh, and America.

Huh, you... you do well, and...
people all over the country

will have a more
favorable view of us all.

Uh, so...

...you really think this is a
way I can help other people?

Positively.

Now, what was your bad news?

Nothing, sir.

When do I leave?

How long
does it take to get to Chicago?

Mm, about two days.

-Two days?
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, do they stop so you
can get to a water closet?

-There are water closets on the train.
-This way.

-Good.
-What? You've never been on a train before?

What are you, some kind
of hick?

All aboard!

Dang it, Alma, I...
I'm the first to admit,

I... haven't helped you much with
the mechanics of jumping, and you...

you like to
find your own way of doing things.

But I've tried to help
you get that will to win

burning in your belly.

Uh, here's a poem

that's... pushed me
along in competitions.

Maybe it'll do
something for you too.

Thanks, Coach.

Make us proud.

Remember everything me
and coach taught you.

Don't forget the oomph.

If you can trust
yourself when all men doubt you...

...if you can fill
each unforgiving minute

with 60 seconds worth
of distance run...

...yours is the Earth and
everything that's in it.

And which is more,
you'll be a man, my son.

Coach Timp.

PS, do your best and...

...God will handle the rest.

All right. Good,
good! That's... that's what we want.

Practice that over and
over again. Come on.

Hey, hey! Do it the way I told
you how to do it. Come on!

-Get in there.
-There you go. All right. Thank you.

Hey! Josh over here
thinks he's better than all of us.

Is it okay if I
take a few jumps?

I've
been ready to take him.

You here for the trial?

-Have at it.
-That's not what I said, Noah, come on.

Hey, Johnny, you smell like...

Are you a coach?

And you smoke?

Hey, Coach Burns.

Plant that foot. Bring
it all the way...

Yeah, there you go...

Can I take a few jumps?

...all
right, thank you. That's...

Sure thing. Who are you?

Alma Richards.

-...all right, let's see here...
-You here for the trials?

...that's good, that's good.

Okay. Well, uh,
before you get started...

...I need you to run over to that
water bucket over there and, uh...

...get us a drink.

Huh?

Maybe later.

Right. Whatever. All right, like I
was saying...

You make sure that plant
foot is nice and sturdy.

Hey.

-Take a sec.
-Here goes!

Go ahead.

Watch this, boys.

Oops.

I mean, it is the
Windy City, you know?

Well, sometimes you just gotta
make do with what you've got.

Whatever that means.

On the
board, on the board.

All right.

Hey, hey, wait!

Put back down.

Weirdo's gonna jump.

Hey, I got an idea. Come here.

I got a buck, says
he doesn't try it.

-Two.
-Two?

How tall are you?

5'10".

Well... doesn't do me any
good to go around you.

Not a chance.

In his dreams.

-Watch it!
-You crazy, man?

-Holy smokes.
-You crazy?

-...bonkers!
-Wacky?

Not bad.

Where'd you
learn to jump like that?

Fences.

Hey, Coach.

-What's going on over there?
-That guy wouldn't wait his turn

and nearly b...
clocked a few of us.

His name's, uh... Richards?

Oh, that guy.

I'll take care of him.

All right,
let's go. Next guy.

All right. You were a little short.
Little short on the board, so...

Roll call!

-Jimmy Johnson.
-Oh.

-Eric Hendershot.
-Oh.

-Alan Whitenbraker.
-Oh.

-Martin Andersen.
-Oh.

-Jason Hansen.
-Oh.

-Robert Erickson.
-Oh.

-Gary Pierce.
-Oh.

-Steve Peterson.
-Oh.

-Alfred Hoop.
-Oh.

Go stretch her out.

Do you want something?

I should be on that list,
but you didn't read my name.

-What's your name?
-Alma Richards.

You... you're not on the list.

Y... you gotta be on
the list to compete.

Is there a... a
telegraph office close by

-that I can let my coach know about this?
-No, no, no, no,

you... that's not
gonna do you any good.

The list is the list.

Hey.

-Were you jumping here yesterday?
-Yes, sir.

How'd you do?

6'2", but
I can do better.

Hey, Jimmy.

-Put another jumper down, would you?
-He's not on the list.

He's not on the... just
put him on the list!

That
kid is as awkward

as any jumper I have ever seen.

You get that right, but
he keeps raising the bar.

Have you ever seen
anybody jump like that?

He's a freak.

Country boy.

All right, let's go. Next guy.

Fine job, Richards.

What happens now?

Well, we'll wire the
results to New York,

and by tomorrow afternoon, we
should have our selections made.

-I won.
-Yes, you did.

-So, will I be on the team?
-Well, there are also trials

going on at Stanford
and Harvard.

Why don't you stop by around 5:00
tomorrow? We should know by then.

My office is right there
in the athletics building.

-Coach Stagg here.
-Please hold for a long distance call

from BK Downs.

-Coach Stagg.
-Yes.

Uh, this is BK, with
the selection committee

calling to report our choices.

All right. Go.

For broad jump, we are
taking Albert Gutterson,

Harry Worthington,
Eugene Mercer,

Jim Thorpe, Frank Irons,

John Ricketts, and Bob Whitman.

Good job.

High jumpers will be Jim Thorpe,

George Horine, Egon Erickson,

Harry Grumpelt, Chuck
Bradley, Jimmy Johnson,

and Harold Enright.

-So, that'll give you...
-Oh, h... hold... hold on.

Did you say Alma Richards?

No, he was not chosen.

Not chosen?

Uh... did anybody at Harvard
or Stanford jump 6'3"?

-No.
-Even close?

Uh, no, but nobody's
ever heard of him.

The committee feels like he must
be some kind of a hick fluke.

A hick fluke? He won!

Look, he jumped 6'3". I
saw it with my own eyes.

That may be. But Coach Burns
reported that his jump was not 6'3",

but was only 6'1".

Oh, that son of a...

Bu... Burns just...
he doesn't wanna make

-his own guys look bad.
-Sorry, but that's the way it is, Coach.

You're making
a big mistake, BK.

Maybe so, but that's
how it's gonna be.

E... excuse me, can you tell
me where Coach Stagg's office is?

End of the hall.

Thank you.

Come in.

Come in, sit down.

Got some bad news for
you, Alma.

Despite winning yesterday, you
did not make the Olympic team.

The selection committee in New York decided
to go with some better known jumpers.

Is that right?

No, it's not right.

I've got people that gave their
hard-earned money to get me here,

and I'm letting them down.

You just have to dust yourself
off and keep on trying.

I should probably just forget this
and find something else to do.

And the way
you dust yourself off,

you give it your all at
the Olympics next month.

How am I gonna give it my
all if I wasn't selected?

Well,
there's still a chance.

I got them to put you on the list as
a member of the supplemental team.

Now, someone else has to drop
out for you to compete, but...

...you're going.

You're
going to Sweden.

Glory be! Diggity dog!

-Willy! I'm here.
-Oh, Sister Richards!

I've got a telegram here for
you from Chicago, Illinois.

Oh, my stars!

Morgan!

Dear, mother, who would've
believed I'm on the USS Finland

headed for Sweden
with the US team?

Racing
jackrabbits at home was one thing,

but... being with
these guys is another.

I haven't got to know them yet,
but they're probably good guys.

-Fluke.
-Freak.

-Hayseed.
-Hick.

And they seem to like my name.

-Hey, Almond.
-Almer.

Chump.

Still no word about me getting
off the supplemental team

and actually getting to jump.

Going all this way just to
watch would be the worst.

I somehow got a case
of the pink eye,

but I'm sure it'll soon resolve.

So I got an old hat to
keep the sun out of my eye.

A nice man helped me with it.

It's my new lucky hat.

-Coach.
-Coach Stagg from Chicago

is here with us too.

He's part of the US
Olympic Committee,

in charge of high
jump and broad jump.

He's a good Joe.

Coach Burns is the
high jump assistant,

but he seems more interested
in his hometown jumpers

than looking out for the USA.

Hey, Almer.

Hey, how
you doing, Almer?

Alma.

Oh, boy. There he goes again.

Some people and 12-foot
waves do not mix.

No hard feelings.

It's good for you.

When is this trip gonna be over?

Much longer.
'Cause of Titanic.

What's that?

We're taking a route
farther to the south

'cause about two months ago,
Titanic was sunk by an iceberg

just north of here.

But I'm sure that news
hasn't made its way

to hayseed Utah yet.

Or it just got buried
in the newspaper

'cause somebody's
cow had triplets.

Hey, you know what
happens to cows?

They get slaughtered.

Let's go.

There are some
things about ocean travel

that will make me very
happy to get off this ship.

Thanks for all you taught me
and the good name you left me.

Your loving son, Alma.

Coach Stagg.

Max Francis, New York World.

So, uh, who should I
be, uh, looking for?

Well, our main jumpers
are George Horine.

-Oh, of course.
-He's from Stanford. He's a world record holder.

And, uh, that's Jim Thorpe, an
amazing athlete from Oklahoma.

He's also competing in
the decathlon, but...

...he's one of our
best high jumpers.

And then, there's Egon
Erickson. He's, uh,

he's with the New
York Athletic Club.

Anyone else?

Um...

-...those are our main players.
-Huh.

Uh, thank you very much for
your time. Appreciate it.

You ready, Coach?

Men! Eyes on Coach Stagg.

This meet consists
of 57 athletes

representing 20 countries...

...all vying for one gold medal.

Each of you is representing
the United States of America.

Act like it.

This country has been very
good to me, and I love it.

Get your sleep.

Do your workouts.

No booze,

no smokes,

no fooling around.

Remember why you're here.

Bold stars.

Beloved stripes.

Brave hearts.

-Cheers for the red!
-Hurrah!

-For the white!
-Hurrah!

-For the blue!
-Hurrah!

...I just socked him right in his head.

-Oh, man...
-He didn't see it coming.

No, that is not...

Hey, he was asking
for it the whole time...

-You can finish your story later, Jim.
-Yeah, yeah.

Ladies.

Oh! Oh!

Could I help you, ma'am?

I... I'm sorry, I, I...
I don't know Swedish.

I do not understand.

I... I have to go.

Watch this, boys.

No good?

Oh, you don't like
the ladies, huh?

Not that kind.

Mm, well...

...this will make it
easy for you. Hmm?

Come on.

What do you care? I mean, you're
not even really on the team,

Mr. Supplemental.

Come on, here.

Come on. Take it.

I tried!

Ah!

Hey.

May I ask you a question?

You... you're different.

-That's not much of a question.
-Yeah, but that's what I've been hearing.

Whoa! Hang on there.

What are you doing here?

Meaning what?

Are you jumping for your school,
for yourself, for a girl?

What do you care?

I'm a reporter.

Some things you do just 'cause you
know it's the right thing to do.

Miss.

Boy, he's different, all right.

-Are they ready?
-Yeah, I think so.

Ever seen anything
like this in Hickowan?

Don't forget your hick hat.

Well, there it is,
on your hick head.

Don't forget to
drink your milk, Almer.

This is it, men.
This is what we came

all the way across the sea for.

"Now, they're gonna set
the bar at 5'8" to start.

Some of you may wanna pass
for the later heights,

but those lower jumps
can be a nice warm-up

and get you in the habit of clearing
the bar before they raise it.

Bradley did not fare
well on the ship,

and his sickness
has not improved.

He's withdrawn from
the competition.

Well, Richards...

...you're in.

You okay with that?

Yes, sir.

Stretch them out.

I heard you
made the roster.

Yes, sir.

Congratulations.

How are you feeling
about your chances today?

Chances are 100%
I'll give it my best.

Any bets?

Well...

...I'd say our hopes
rely mostly on Horine.

But, uh...
never write off Thorpe.

And either way, that
tall German Liesche

could make us all
look like beginners.

Hmm.

What's our schedule today?

We have high jump,
several races,

and then broad jump.

And what is our
deadline for the wire?

Six o'clock.

So, what do you think of
that Alma Richards kid?

I agree with you.

How's that?

He's different.

Different good or different bad?

Neither.

Different... very good.

And now,
for an event that had its beginnings

over 50 years ago in
Scotland, the high jump.

The greatest in the sport seem to be
the closest thing to a man flying.

"The bar is raised
to 5'8" inches,

and the first jumper is American Jimmy
Johnson of Northwestern University.

Ladies
and gentlemen,

the first competitor
in the high jump,

Mr. Jimmy Johnson of the United States of America.

No trouble at
all for Mr. Johnson.

Next up is Karl-Axel
Kullerstrand,

the local favorite from
our host country of Sweden.

Next
competitor, George Horine.

Mr. Jim Thorpe.

Mr. Egon Erickson.

Next competitor,

Mr. Alma Richards.

And now... Alma Richards

from Parowan, Utah.

Word is two years ago, this boy had
never even heard of track and field.

And now, here he is on the
world's grandest stage.

Miss.

Tougher than jumping the
fences at the farm, huh?

No, thank you.

The sun...

...it blocks the sun.

Next competitor,
Hans Liesche of Germany.

Hans Liesche moves on.

And with his second
jump, Alma Richards.

Ooh, that was
a definite miss.

Strike two.

Maybe next Olympics, goat
boy.

All other jumpers have
cleared this first hike.

Richards now takes his
third and final try.

He's tall and sturdy,
with a style unlike those

of the other jumpers. He makes
his approach from straight on,

and instead of throwing one leg over the bar first...

...he brings both
feet up together.

He has great spring and
would possibly do better

if he could master the style
used by the other crack jumpers.

Just
take out "crack."

They now raise the bar to 6'1".

Well, hallelujah, church boy.

It's a freak-jump
miracle.

I knew you were a fluke.

Well, it was a fun
time, anyways, huh, flapdoodle?

Don't.

Yeah, right.

Despite the effort, it
appears that Alma Richards

has reached his limit
with his unorthodox style

in a sport where technique is
as important as leaping ability.

What's wrong? You've
jumped plenty higher.

Alma Richards is again in the
position of attempting his third jump.

It's now or never
for Alma Richards.

His huge frame makes
high jumping an event

for which he's not
naturally fitted,

he seems too big to get all of
himself up and over the bar.

My goodness! Richards'
jump is phenomenal!

Ooh, and Jimmy Johnson is out.

Save it, sober boy.

Truly sorry.

You're a great jumper.

"With the bar
now at 6'2" inches,

only five high jumpers are left.

Four of them are Americans,

George Horine, Jim Thorpe,

Egon Erickson,
and Alma Richards.

They are joined by Hans Liesche,

a German who seems to be
striking fear into them all.

At every height, the lanky German
has cleared the bar with ease

on his opening try.

No American can say the same.

Hans Liesche.

Wow! Hans Liesche,
he has not missed!

Final attempt
for Mr. Egon Erickson.

Next competitor, George Horine.

Seemingly the best of the Yanks,

George Horine has
only one more chance.

Horine moves on.

Final attempt
for Mr. Jim Thorpe.

Jim Thorpe won
the decathlon yesterday,

but he'll need to clear this bar

for any hope of
getting a medal today.

"He's missed twice at
this height of 6'2" inches

and now prepares to take
what could be his final jump.

Thorpe is out. The next American going...

...for his third
and final try is...

Mr. Alma Richards.

-Hey, everybody gets one.
-Hey, yo, you owe me $2.

What'd they say to him?

I don't know. Probably nothing.

Only two Americans have
managed to stay in the competition,

George Horine and Alma Richards,
and they both squeaked by...

...clearing on the third and final tries.

By contrast, Hans Liesche has cleared
every height with his first try.

He has not missed!

Richards has the most
misses, so he's up first.

Next competitor,
Mr. Alma Richards.

Up and over, Alma.

I've been there.

I know what you're
going through.

Next competitor,
Mr. George Horine.

Next competitor,
Mr. Hans Liesche.

"At 6'3" inches,
Liesche has done it again,

clearing on his first attempt,
just as he has at every height.

Mr. Alma Richards.

Richards goes
for his second try.

Let him have it, boys.

Let him have it.

It's the end of the line,
Almer!

Go on...
back to the farm.

I mean, that's
what we expected, right,

country boy?

And that's it for Mr. Goody-goody over there.

-Oh, yeah!
-Hey!

Did I just see what
I thought I did?

He's your teammate, bullies!

I'd take him over
the whole lot of you.

No matter what else Richards is,

he's an American.

That's us!

We're supposed to be the best
this country has to offer.

The essence of
America is an idea...

...the idea that you can come
from humble circumstances

and do great things.

That is Alma Richards.

Do you hear me?

-Do you hear me?
-Yes, sir!

Finally see what's
going on here.

I apologize for not
noticing earlier.

I had my duties over
at the broad jump.

Completely wrong.

You know why I can
stand up to those guys?

I think it's my parents.

They taught me that...

Well...

...they're the greatest.

You've got wings.

You're not jumping.
You're flying.

You show 'em. You show 'em all.

Final attempt
for Mr. George Horine.

-Hey, good job.
-Thank you.

You can be proud of yourself.

It's the third
try for Richards.

If he misses, the gold is
Liesche's and goes to Germany.

This could be it for the
boy from Parowan, Utah.

There you go.

Great job.

Nice jump, hick in a hat.

I'm trying my hardest.

Coach... put a sock in it.

Ladies and gentlemen. The
finalists in the high jump,

Mr. Hans Liesche and
Mr. Alma Richards.

And then, there were two.

At 6'4", repetitive
jumping now becomes

a contest of stamina as
well as strength and style.

Both Liesche and
Richards are tall,

but the physical
contrast is startling.

The slender German looks
like a high jumper,

as opposed to the
stocky Richards.

Their jumping styles are
also markedly different,

Liesche in his
traditional scissors style

and Richards in his...
who knows what style.

Do you want me to type that?

Pardon me.

I would like to request that
Mr. Hans go first this time.

Let me check with Mr. Liesche,

and I will get
right back with you.

Excuse me. Alma
Richards has asked

if you would be prepared
to jump first in the final?

No? Okay, I'll let
him know. Thank you.

You have more misses.

Therefore, the choice
goes to Mr. Liesche,

and he requests you jump first.

At 6'4", Richards goes first.

What you think it's gonna
take to get over that bar?

I just need a little more...

...a little more oomph.

What's "oomph"?

I'll show you.

-Almer. Almer...
-No, no. Alma.

Alma! Alma! Alma!

Alma! Alma! Alma!

Alma! Alma!

Oh!

Ladies
and gentlemen,

Mr. Hans Liesche.

Oh!

For the first time all day, Hans Liesche has missed.

Second attempt
for Mr. Alma Richards.

Second attempt
for Mr. Hans Liesche.

Oh.

Both jumpers
have two misses.

Now each jumper has one
more chance at this height.

I just realized
something, Coach.

I need something
more than oomph.

There's
something more than oomph?

-For the red, for the white, for the blue!
-Hurrah!

You're going
to Sweden. Just put him on the list.

The high
jump is the same as life.

You got an obstacle. You
gotta learn to go over it.

...really bring
out your potential in track.

You were made for
something of wider influence.

Did you
do any good today?

We want you
to find your calling.

...Alma! Alma! Alma!

Alma! Alma! Alma! Alma!

Alma! Alma! Alma! Alma! Alma...

Final attempt
for Mr. Alma Richards.

Fly, my boy. Fly.

You cleared
it by two inches.

Well, um...

It's the third try for Liesche.

Good luck.

A make and the bar is raised.

A miss, and
the gold goes to Richards.

Final attempt
for Mr. Hans Liesche.

Hans Liesche has missed!

Alma Richards has won the gold!

The young man from Parowan,
Utah, has won the gold!

Hearty congratulations.

He won! And rural America

has a new hero!

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

And the
gold medal goes to Mr. Alma Richards!

-For the red!
-Hurrah!

-For the white.
-Hurrah!

-For the blue!
-Hurrah!

C... coach, he got the oomph!

Oh, he did it! He
dang well did it!

What did I tell you?

Thanks for getting me
started, Coach. We did it.

Gold!

Yes! He found it!

He found it.

♪ If you find
it's me you're missing ♪

♪ If you're hoping I'll return ♪

♪ To your thoughts I'll
soon be listening ♪

♪ In the road I'll
stop and turn ♪

♪ Then the wind
will set me racing ♪

♪ As my journey nears its end ♪

♪ And the path
I'll be retracing ♪

♪ As I'm homeward bound again ♪

♪ Bind me
not to the pasture ♪ -

♪ Chain me not to the plow ♪

♪ Set me free to
find my calling ♪

♪ And I'll return to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ Bind me not to the pasture ♪

♪ Chain me not to the plow ♪

♪ Set me free to
find my calling ♪

♪ And I'll return to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ Bind me not to the pasture ♪

♪ Chain me not to the plow ♪

♪ Set me free to
find my calling ♪

♪ And I'll return... ♪

-♪ I'll return ♪
-♪ ...to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ And I'll return to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ If you find ♪

♪ It's me you're missing ♪

♪ If you're hoping I'll return ♪

♪ To your thoughts I'll
soon be listening ♪

♪ In the road I'll
stop and turn ♪

♪ Then the wind
will set me racing ♪

♪ As my journey nears its end ♪

♪ And the path
I'll be retracing ♪

♪ As I'm
homeward bound again ♪

♪ Bind me not to the pasture ♪

♪ Chain me not to the plow ♪

♪ Set me free to
find my calling ♪

♪ And I'll return to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ Bind me not to the pasture ♪

♪ Chain me not to the plow ♪

♪ Set me free to
find my calling ♪

♪ And I'll return... ♪

-♪ I'll return ♪
-♪ ...to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

♪ And I'll return to you ♪

♪ Somehow ♪

Good morning.
Welcome to class.

Good morning.

-Welcome...
-Teacher, did you hear that

Alma Richards won the Olympics?

He's all over the
newspaper. He's famous!