All language subtitles for The Male Animal 1942-subrip

Hey!

Rally
tonight! O.K.!

What's the matter
with your mouth?

Got the mumps?

So you won't
talk, eh?

What's the gag?

"I am saving my voice

for the rally tonight."

Oh! Oh!

Hey!

Hey, you!

Don't worry,
Johnny.

There will be

more leaves
falling.

That's right.

Cleota!

Yes, ma'am?

Answer that phone,
please.

Oh, is that
the phone?

Oh, don't rush me.
Don't rush me.

I'm coming.
My goodness.

Professor Turner's
residence.

Who? You got
the wrong number.

Who? What did you say?

Oh-Mr. Turner-
he ain't here.

He just went out
to buy some liquor.

Who is this calling?

Oh. I don't get that,
but I'll tell him,

Dr. Damon.

Who was that,
cleota?

Oh, that was
Dr. Damon.

He said Mr. Turner
coming over

to see him,

or he coming over
to see Mr. Turner.

Dr. Damon
don't talk up.

He kind of muffles.

I'm afraid
it's you

that kind of
muffles.

Dr. Damon live
right next door.

Why don't he
open the window

and just let go?

Oh, Mrs. Turner,

I forgot
this morning.

Happy birthday
to you.

Oh, thank you,
cleota.

How nice of you
to remember.

My birthday come
next Wednesday.

I'll remember.

I'm fixing them
hors d'oeuvres.

Did you say

put them black
seed ones

in the oven?

Black seed ones?
Great heavens, cleota.

You're not heating
the caviar!

No. But it tastes like something

ought to be
done to it.

Yes. Well, you straighten
up the magazines.

I'll take a look
at the canapes.

I ain't
no hand at it.

People where I worked last just drunk

without eating
nothing.

Hello, Mr. Turner.

Hello, cleota.

You better not
mess up this room,

'cause there's
guests coming.

All right, cleota.
I'll be good.

Yes, sir.

Hello, dear.

Hello, Ellen.
Come here.

Those
are for you.

Oh, thank you,
Tommy.

They're lovely.

The ones
in the middle.

Yes. Yes.
Cleota.

Yes, ma'am?

Will you bring another
vase from the kitchen?

I got the liquor
for the party, too.

Did you get
the right kind?

I got both kinds-

gin and that
other kind.

Tommy, you're
a housewrecker,

but you're nice.

Did I do
something right?

You know,
I think-

here's your sister
with her halfback.

I've got a date
with Mike.

But, pat-

Wally, I'm going to dinner with Mike

and then to the rally with you.

You can't feed me

at the training
table.

What do you want
to run around

with that stupe for?

Mentally,
Michael Barnes

considers you
a stupe.

You have to talk to me
before you know that.

I'm not supposed
to worry.

I've got to
play Michigan tomorrow.

Did you take
your vitamins today?

Yeah. We get
knocked around

all season.

We need
a little bit of-

how do you do?

Hello, butch.

That's
Wally Myers.

Has butch been
coming here, too?

Get out of here,
halfback.

I've got to
get dressed.

Ellen, are you excited

about seeing the great Ferguson again?

He just drove up
to the beta house.

Did you see him?

No. The kids
were telling me.

Has he still
got his hair?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him
for six years,

but we'll soon
find out.

Say, is he
coming here?

Yes. Come back
and meet him.

You can tell him

about the game
tomorrow.

Gee, thanks.

No one can tell
Joe Ferguson

anything about
a football game.

He's all-time
all-American.

Maybe I can
pick him up.

Thanks, Mrs. Turner.
I'll see you later.

Does he mean
that now

Joe belongs
to the ages,

like Lincoln?

Mm-hmm.
In a way.

Well, I suppose
he has passed

into legend.

I used to admire
him myself,

almost.

Ellen, weren't you
engaged to him once?

Not officially-
just for fun.

Baby, that can be
dangerous, too.

I think we'd better
go upstairs

and get dressed
ourselves.

I shaved and showered
this afternoon.

Aren't you going to wear your new suit?

I don't like
to wear new suits.

They're too full
of creases and mortgages.

It's free
and clear.

I sent them
a check.

Where did you
get the money?

Never mind.

Tommy, you're
getting to act

like an old
married man.

What did I do now?

I can remember you
used to walk behind me

and look
at my legs.

We've been married
six years.

It's high time

you were looking
at my legs.

Tommy,
Dean Damon phoned.

What did he want?

I don't know.

Oh, I bet I know.
I saw him this morning.

It looks like
a full professorship.

Oh, Tommy,
how wonderful!

We didn't think
you'd get it

for another
two years.

It's $350 more
a year, too.

It's 500.

They'll certainly
give you

the full minimum.

That's right-500.
I'm no piker.

Oh, Tommy!

Have I got ways
for spending that.

You don't call that
a $500 kiss, do you?

That's better.

I think I'll get you
a mink coat this winter.

Come here
and thank me properly

for the mink coat.

We haven't got time.

Have the trustees
voted on it yet?

Not yet, but it's
just a formality.

It's lucky we're having ed
Keller for dinner tonight.

Why do we have to
have ed Keller?

He's only the most important trustee,

and Joe has to
have someone

to talk football
with.

Ed's practically his
closest friend here.

He put Joe
through college.

You can stand the kellers one night.

After what Keller did
to Don Chapman,

it's all
I can do to-

I wonder why
men look so funny

in their underwear.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't think
anybody would

laugh out loud
at that picture-

a quiet chuckle,
perhaps.

Wonder what
Joe Ferguson

looks like
in his underwear.

Hey!

Not that I've
seen him in it.

It's just an academic question.

Well, I hope
all you ever get

is an academic answer.

Well, that's all
I want.

I hardly remember
what he looks like.

Oh, Tommy, i'm
so happy for you.

You couldn't
have been promoted

on a better day.

You know what day
this is, don't you?

Friday, isn't it?

Yes, but isn't it
somebody's birthday?

No. Cleota's birthday
isn't until Wednesday.

I tell you what.

You look very pretty
tonight.

I think I'll take you out
somewhere after dinner

and show you off.

We're all
going out together

after the rally.

I mean just
the two of us.

Remember how Joe
always horned in

on our dinner dates?

I don't believe
we had one

that he didn't
come over to the table

and diagram the Washington monument play

or something
on the tablecloth

with a pencil.

Statue of Liberty
play, darling.

He was always coming.
I never saw him going.

Clumsy guy-

always knocking
knives and forks

on the floor.

He wasn't clumsy.

He was
very graceful.

He was
a swell dancer.

Tommy,
you've been stealing

my matchboxes
again.

They're for guests.

I remember
when he had

the first and last
dance with you

that last time we
went dancing together.

Phi psi
Christmas dance.

No. It was
the may dance.

Remember
how it rained?

I remember
that I had

the last dance
with Joe

because you disappeared somewhere.

I was watching
from behind some ferns.

They played
begin the beguine

and who.

It was a lovely
night, wasn't it?

No. It poured down.

You and Joe
were dancing

out on the terrace
when it started.

You both got soaked,

but you kept
right on dancing.

Oh... yes.
I remember.

My dress was ruined.

You were shining wet
like Venus and triton.

Why didn't you
cut in?

Oh, I had a cold.

Besides,
my feet hurt.

No! The new, blue,
paid-for suit!

Oh...

You didn't remember
that night, huh?

Yes, I remember.

Oh. Blue.

What's the matter
with you?

Mike!

Look, Mike.
No hands!

Eee!

Why won't you
let me take you

to the football
rally?

Give me
one good reason.

Football rally?
Orgiastic frenzy.

Might as well go to a
cannibalistic conclave.

Well, we can go
to that afterwards.

Hot garters, I think
you're funny.

Well, so long.

Michael, I think
you're c-u-t-e.

Miss gardner-

Michael!
Michael Barnes!

Oh, hello, pat.

Are you taking
both me

and miss gardner
to dinner?

Hi, pat.

Hello, hot garters.

Think you're s-m-a-r-t,
don't you?

I'm not taking anyone
to dinner just now.

I've just been
pacing

up and down here.

I got a call to go

to Dean Damon's
house.

Oh, I got to go.

Michael, what have you
done now?

Yes. Sure.
I'll come over.

Who? Oh, Ellen?

Oh, yes, Dr. Damon,
in just a minute.

Dr. Damon wants us
to come over.

What for?

I don't know.

That seems silly

when they're both
coming over here.

When the head of the English department

says come, we go.

Oh, yes. Come in.
Come in.

Sit down, won't you?

You know, Michael,
when I was your age,

I, too, was
the campus rebel.

Therefore, I think
you should know

that any excuse
you can offer me now

I probably used
45 years ago.

It didn't work then,
and I regret to say

I cannot allow it
to work now.

Yes, sir.

You both look
pretty grim.

What's happened?

Michael has written
another

of his fiery
editorials.

This is the college
literary magazine,

which comes out
tomorrow.

Perhaps, to save time,

one of us
should read it aloud.

Sit down.

"When this so-called
university

"forces such men
out of its faculty

"as professor Kennedy,
professor Sykes,

"and professor Chapman

"because they've been
ignorantly called reds,

"it surrenders its right

"to be called
a seat of learning.

"It admits that it is
nothing more nor less

"than a training school
for bond salesmen,

"farmers,
real-estate dealers,

"and ambulance chasers.

"It announces
to the world

that its faculty
is subservient-"

I didn't mean you,

of course,
Dr. Damon.

"That its faculty
is subservient

"to its trustees

"and that
its trustees

"represent a political viewpoint

"which must
finally emerge

"under
its proper name,

which is fascism."

Oh, Michael,
there you go again.

Wait till you hear

where he's actually
gone.

"Those professors
were not reds.

"They were distinguished liberals.

"Let us thank god
that we still have

"one man left
who is going ahead,

"teaching
what he believes

should be taught."

Who's that?

You read it, Thomas.

"He is not afraid
to bring up

"even the sacco-
vanzetti case.

"He is going to read
to his classes

"on the same day

"vanzetti's
last statement

and Lincoln's letter
to Mrs. Bixby."

I do hope we're
not alienating

the many friends
of Abraham Lincoln.

"The hounds
of bigotry and reaction

"will, of course,
be set upon the trail

"of this
courageous teacher,

"but they
will find him

brave as a tigress."

Is that a misprint,
Michael?

Oh, yes, sir.

"Our hats are off

"to professor
Thomas Turner

of the English
department."

That's all.

Tommy!

You might have
consulted me, Michael.

Oh, Michael,
you fool.

They'll kick you
and Tommy out of school.

I'm not going to
ask you in.

You'll just have
to hang there

with the rest
of the roses.

I'm sorry, but-

you never told me

you were going to
bring up

the sacco-vanzetti
case, Tommy.

Why were you

going to read this letter, Thomas?

It's a fine example
of English composition,

and I'm teaching a class
in English composition.

It's an obscure class.
I don't want publicity.

I told this to you
as a friend.

I just want
to be let alone.

You don't want
to get Tommy

kicked out of school,
do you, Michael?

No. I didn't
think of that.

I just thought
Mr. Turner

was the only man left
who'd read

whatever he wanted to
to his classes.

I thought he was
the only man

who'd stand up to these
stadium builders.

I'm not standing up
to anyone, Michael.

I'm not
challenging anyone.

It's an innocent
little piece

I wanted to read.

Hello. Yes?

Hello. Doc Damon?
Ed Keller.

How are you?

Listen,
I just came out

of a trustees' meeting.

You remember
those three reds

we bounced
off the faculty?

We just turned down
their appeal.

Can't afford to have
any radicals around here

while we're paying
for the stadium.

That's too bad.

What do you mean?

I mean, too bad
you haven't paid

for the stadium.

I don't hear too good
over the phone.

This is why
I called you.

We're making
a cleanup.

I'm calling the heads
of all departments.

Be on the lookout
for reds.

We'll kick them
so far

it will take three weeks
to fly them back.

Can't find any reds,
get after the pinks.

What shade
shall I stop at?

Stop at nothing.

Here I am, preparing for
a fine, dignified weekend,

and I got to worry
about reds.

Got me all upset.

Got to take something
for my nerves.

All right, Damon.
Good-bye.

And remember
what I told you.

Good-bye,
Mr. Keller.

I suppose you heard
every word.

Down to
the last drop.

You can't read
that letter.

Michael, you have to
change that editorial.

I can't.

The magazines were
run off the presses

last night.

They go on sale
in the morning.

There, you see?
Oh! Aah!

Oh!

Are you hurt, pat?

Oh... oh, no.
I'm fine.

I'm just tangled.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Turner.

I guess I just got
carried away.

I know, Michael.

Sometimes when I
see that light

in your eye,
I wish

I could be carried away, too.

Yes, sir.
I'll go see about pat.

Are you disappointed,
Tommy?

Oh, it's all right.

I'll read it
later on

after this fuss
has quieted down-

say, in the spring.

It will still
be dangerous.

Yes, I guess
it would.

I know
I'm not a tiger,

but I don't like
to be thought of

as a pussycat,
either.

Hurt yourself
much, pat?

I don't know you
well enough

to go
into details.

You needn't wait
any longer, Michael.

I'm staying here
for supper.

Aw, swell. Fine.

I wonder
what hot garters

is doing tonight.

Well, if she's studying, it's biology.

Signals-85, 34,

22!

Why, it's Joe.

Hep!

Bravo, Joe!

Hello, Joe! Joe!

Give him a chance
to kick the goal.

Oh.

Tommy, you've got
your old brown shoes on.

You sneak in and change
to your other pair.

You don't want
Joe Ferguson

to see you
looking like that.

And, Tommy,

don't try to be
a tiger

in front
of ed Keller.

I won't.

I'm scared of these
neanderthal men.

I'll talk
about football.

Who's afraid of
the big bad wolf?

The big bad wolf,
the big bad wolf?*

Joe!

Joe!

Ellen!

How are you,
baby?

Oh, boy,
you look great.

You're younger and prettier than ever.

If I was
a braver man,

I'd kiss you.

Doggone it,
I will kiss you.

Well, Joe-

it's nice
to see you, Joe.

Oh, gosh,
this is swell.

Where's
the great Thomas?

He's in the house
getting dressed.

Here's your coat.

Oh, thanks, Wally.

Wally, I forgot
to ask you,

who's in
at the other half?

Wierasocka.

He's a beta
from Oregon.

Come in.

Say, this is
really very-

stalenkowiecz
is laid up.

They think he's got whooping cough.

I don't like
this warm weather.

Come over
and sit down, Joe.

I got 1,000 fish
on that game.

I think it's safe,
Mr. Ferguson,

but I wish
we had you.

Stalenkowiecz,
wierasocka, Myers,

and whirling
Joe Ferguson.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Do they still
call you whirling Joe?

Oh, sure.
Say, Ellen-

he was the greatest
open-field runner

there ever was.

Joe, why haven't you
been back before?

You made Pete strange
look like a cripple.

They say you're
not so bad.

Say, Ellen-

I'm just fair.
That's all.

This is what
grantland rice said.

Well, that's
very... interesting.

"Not since the days
of whirling Joe Ferguson-"

do you have
anything to do?

Not till next year.

The coach wants me

to help
with the backfield,

but there's
no money in it.

Hello, Joe.
Nice to see you again.

Tommy!

Tommy, old man,
how are you?

Fine, thanks.

Boy, you look great.

Teaching must be
good for you.

Ellen looks
like a million bucks.

That reminds me.
I came laden with gifts.

Nice block, Wally.

These are just

a few
flowering weeds.

Oh, thank you,
Joe.

They're lovely.

Tommy, will you
call cleota?

Oh, sure.
Cleota!

Cleota!

It's fun
getting flowers-

very festive.

I remembered
the great day.

You don't think i'd
forget your birthday.

You never used to.

Tommy brought me

flowering weeds, too,
for my birthday.

Yes. I got her
a few little-

oh, for your...

Oh, yes.

Not such nice ones,
though, I'm afraid.

I'm a lucky man.

Yes, Mrs. Turner?

Cleota, can you find
something for these?

I'll have to
put them in the sink

with that ice.

I'll make
the drinks.

All right, dear.

How have
you been, Joe?

Fine except for
sinus trouble.

How's Brenda?

I meant to ask
before.

Fine. We're being
divorced, you know.

Oh, but I
didn't know.

Oh, Joe,
I'm sorry.

Well, there's nothing
to worry about.

It's just one
of those things.

What's
the matter?

Joe and his wife
are breaking up.

Oh, that's
too bad.

Oh, no.
It's all fine.

We're both taking it
in our stride.

I took her
to dinner last week

along with
her new boyfriend.

Wasn't that
rather complicated?

You're just not
up-to-date.

It's
the modern way

of doing things.

Sure. Take it
in your stride.

Ellen, I just can't
keep my eyes off you.

Oh, hey, this is

a nice, big old place
you have here.

You own it?

No. We rent
from a bank.

Excuse me.

I hope that's ed,
the old scoundrel.

Hello, Ellen.

Come in. Come in.

Hello, darling.
Hello, Mr. Turner.

Hello.

Hello, Wally.

You must know Joe Ferguson. Joe!

Ha!

Oh! This is Joe.

I thought
that you were-

this is
Mrs. Damon, Joe.

Yes. How are you?

You must remember
Dean Damon.

Yes. Nice to see you
again, sir.

Go into
the library.

It's the barroom
tonight.

Used to be
the dining room.

I remember you

not only
from the gridiron,

but from my
Shakespeare class.

You slept
very quietly.

I never did
finish reading Hamlet.

I always wondered
how that came out.

Hello, Dr. Damon.

Thank you.

Thank you, dear.

I'll run along.
Have a nice party.

Good-bye, Mrs. Damon.

Glad to have
met you, Joe-

uh, Mr. Ferguson.

Take it easy,
old man.

Don't break
a leg on me.

I got 1,000 fish
on that game.

You going already?

Yeah. I have to
keep in training.

I have to keep
in training for you.

Why, you darn fool!
It's Wally Myers!

I'm sorry, Wally.
Mighty clumsy of me.

Hope you ain't hurt.

Not hurt at all.

Well, take care
of that arm, boy.

Where's Joe?
Where is he?

Ah, where is he?

Jody!

Aah!

Ah...

You old rascal.

You old
son of a gun.

Myrt, how are you?

Oh, gosh, it's good
to see you, myrt.

I'm glad
to see you, too.

You're looking swell,
ed, old boy.

This is swell.
How are you, Jody?

I'm great-
never better.

You're putting on
a little weight.

What's happened to
your crowning glory?

Oh, worry,
real estate, worry.

I'm lucky
I got any left.

Quiet down, ed,
for goodness sakes.

Are we late, Ellen?

Not at all.

How long
has it been, ed?

Six or seven years,
isn't it?

Six years,
anyway.

Will you
break it up

and say hello
to people?

It's swell to have
the old whirler back.

Say, this is
Ellen's birthday.

How about
a little toast?

Oh, happy birthday,
Ellen.

For she's
a jolly good fellow

that nobody can deny*

hore doves?

Beg your pardon?

Let's drink
one toast

to the big
red team.

The big red team.

The big red team,
the big red team

who's afraid
of the big red-*

what's that?

Tommy!

What did I do?

You better
eat something.

Those drinks
are strong.

I'm doing
all right, honey.

How's everything
in Detroit, Joe?

I don't know.
I'm in Pittsburgh.

Well, how's everything in Pittsburgh?

Patricia,

where may I
powder my nose?

Oh, me, too.

I'll show you.

Tell me, myrtle-
how is your sister?

They took a stone
out of her

as big as a walnut.

She can't weigh
over 90 pounds.

They cut poor old
Mrs. Wilmot open

for the same trouble
and didn't find a thing.

They looked everywhere.

What was the trouble?

Dr. Damon, we men
on the board of trustees

are certainly glad
this red scare's over.

No doubt,
you are.

We've got them
pretty well cleaned out.

You take this
professor Chapman.

He was nothing but
a darn bolshevik.

No, he wasn't.

Don Chapman's
a humanist.

How do you know
he wasn't a red?

He spent
his vacation

in Soviet Russia
once.

He just went to see
the drama festival.

It's a long ways
to go for a show.

How did it happen
you were friendly

with a fellow
like that?

Don and I were-

supper's served.

Out to the terrace,
everybody.

Outside? Where's
my fur coat?

Ha ha!
It's Indian summer.

Anyway, it's only
a salad.

We're going out to eat
afterwards.

What was you
saying?

Ed, we don't want
to miss that rally.

Right.
I haven't missed

a Michigan rally
in 17 years.

Discretion, my boy,
discretion.

What makes you think

there was something
suspicious

about
Hector's stomach?

Well, his family wouldn't
allow a post-mortem.

Not even after
he was dead?

Yes, sir.

That's my chair, ed.

All you men
at one table.

These two
want to talk.

Go over there and finish
your organ recital.

Oh, you!
Ha ha!

Patricia, where's Michael
Barnes this evening?

Frederick tells me

he's written
a remarkable editorial.

Do be careful,
Frederick.

Barnes? Barnes?
Who's he?

Michael couldn't
come tonight.

He doesn't
like-

doesn't like
what?

Doesn't like
parties!

I'm always so interested
in the literary magazine.

What was the editorial,
Patricia?

Eat your supper,
my dear.

Remember
Mr. Keller...

Has to get
to the rally.

What's the matter
with you?

Shh.

Who is this Barnes?

What's going on
over there?

Nothing, really.

What's all the shushing about?

As long as
it's come up,

we might as well
tell Mr. Keller.

He'll read about it tomorrow.

I told Michael I was
going to read something

to my English
class.

He had a mistaken idea and wrote-

a silly little
editorial.

Oh. What was it Barnes
said you were going to read-

anything important?

It's a beautifully written
piece of English

by bartolomeo vanzetti.

Never heard of him.

Hey.

You don't mean
vanzetti

of sacco
and vanzetti?

Yes, it's the same man.

It's part
of a series.

I read many such letters
to my classes.

Letters written
by anarchists?

No, no.

Letters by men who are not
professional writers,

like Lincoln,
general sherman, and-

well, it's
a darn good thing

you changed
your mind.

Putting Lincoln
and general sherman

in a class
with vanzetti

wouldn't look
very good.

Wait. Is this thing
going to be printed-

this editorial?

We discovered it
too late to stop.

You mean this kid
didn't submit it

to the publications
committee?

Unfortunately, no.

Ellen,
Mrs. Damon and I

will have to
be running along.

Yes, I... I have
a committee meeting.

What committee
meeting?

Come, blanche.

Oh! That one.

Huh.

I'll call the papers
in the morning.

No. I'll
take care of it.

This is really a faculty
matter, Mr. Keller.

Oh, no! You fellas
are too wishy-washy.

We found that out
in the Chapman case.

Americanism is
what we want taught here.

Well, americanism's
all right with me.

Sure, but how do you
define americanism?

Why, americanism is,
uh-uh-

everybody knows
what americanism is!

What do you
believe in?

Well, I...

I believe a college should
be concerned with ideas-

not just your ideas or
my ideas, but all ideas.

No, sir.
That's the trouble.

There's too darn many ideas
floating around.

You put ideas of any kind
into young people's heads,

and the first thing
you know,

they start
believing them!

Oh, on the contrary.

I've been putting
ideas

into young people's
heads

for 42 years...

With, uh...

No visible
result whatever.

Come, Freddy.

Good night.
A lovely party.

I'll show them out.

Turner, think twice
before you read anything.

I'll promise the trustees
will clamp down

on any professor
that tries anything funny.

I'm telling you that
for your own good.

Let's break
this thing up.

I thought we were
going to have some fun.

Ed, let's talk business
in the bar.

All right.

You're always making
speeches during dinner.

No wonder your stomach's a mess.

Tom.

Tommy, have you had
too much to drink?

No, not enough.

Your eyes have
that funny look.

Did you hear
what he said?

I don't like to be
talked to like that.

Just because he got nasty
and you've had a few-

you're not going to
read that letter?

Yes, Ellen, I think I
have to... Monday morning.

Tommy! Try to be
practical for once.

Try to think of this the way
any other man would think of it.

I'm not
any other man.

Well, try to be.

Do you think Joe would
get himself into trouble

just because somebody
irritated him?

Joe? Why don't you try to
understand the way I feel?

I'm trying to keep you
out of trouble.

I don't see why-

but you see how
Joe feels about it.

That's very plain
to you.

Yes! Joe wouldn't get
all mixed up.

I'm not
all mixed up.

I'm trying
to understand

what goes on
in your mind.

It can't be like
Joe Ferguson's.

I go through such a lot with your mind!

You wouldn't
if you understood it.

Oh, I'm too dumb
for you.

Ellen,
I didn't say that.

You said Joe and I were stupid.

I didn't say you were.
I said he was.

But he's not.
He's a big man.

In some ways, he's smarter than you.

Well,
you ought to know!

Oh, Tommy, what are we fighting about?

You said I was dumb!

You've had
too much to drink,

or you wouldn't
say that.

No, I haven't,
but I don't feel very well.

I feel very unhappy
and slightly sick.

I'll get some
bicarbonate of soda.

No, you won't.

I'll go lie down
for a few minutes.

I can do that much.

Let's not bring this down to the level

of bicarbonate
of soda.

Tommy, I didn't
- I didn't...

Is anything the matter?

Oh, Tommy doesn't feel very well.

He got sick once before at a party.

He isn't accustomed to drinking,

and he's
very sensitive.

Cleota, will you get
Mr. Turner some bicarbonate?

Yes, ma'am,
I sure will.

What was that
between him and ed?

It's nothing. I'll tell you tomorrow.

Fine. Say, Ellen,
look what I found.

It's who.
Remember that?

Mm-hmm.

Who

stole my heart away?

Who

makes me dream
all day?

Dreams I know
can never be true

seems...

Gee, that
takes me back.

The may dance.
Remember that?

Uh-huh.
It rained.

You said you didn't know it was raining.

I know I didn't.

I'm a little rusty, Joe.

I haven't danced
in I can't remember when.

It makes me feel... good.

Then what are we stopping for? Come on.

Well, all right.

Well, you ought
to guess who

who?

No one but you*

I can answer all
of those questions.

No one but you.

Oh, please, Joe, i-

say, what's happened
to me, anyhow?

All right.

Ed! Come away
from those cookies!

You've had enough.

All right, myrtle,
all right.

Look, ed. Just like
the old days, isn't it?

Seeing them
dancing together.

I'll say. They make
a good-looking couple.

She dances
like a dream.

A dream that never
comes true, huh?

You look mighty sweet
in there.

Tommy.

Are you all right?

Sure, I'm all right.

Don't let me
spoil the party.

Sure, I'm fine.

You look
kind of green.

I put
my old coat on.

There's no sense in
being sick in a new suit.

Who's this for,
Ellen?

Tommy. Tommy?

Come on, Joe.

What's that?

Oh!

It's the team, the band,
and lots of kids.

Doesn't that
take you back?

Rah, rah, rah!

Fight, fight, fight!

Yay!

Hey, there he is!

Hi, Joe!

Mr. Ferguson, we brought the band

to escort you
to the chapel.

You're riding in the axline buggy.

The old axline buggy.

We took it from the trophy
room. What do you say?

Hey! Come on!

The carriage waits,
Mr. Ferguson.

This is nutsy Miller, the bandleader.

How are you, nutsy?

Hiya, Joe.

What do you say,
Ellen?

You ride
with me.

Well, i-no!

Tommy doesn't
feel well.

Go ahead.
I'll be over later.

It won't be fun
without you.

All right! Hooray!

Come on! Hit her, ed. Hit her, Wally.

For when we win
the game

we'll buy
a keg of booze

and we'll drink
to old midwestern

till we wobble
in our shoes

oh, we don't
give a darn

for the whole state
of Michigan

the whole state of Michigan,
the whole state of Michigan

oh, we don't
give a darn

for the whole state
of Michigan

now or evermore*

We're assured a victory
with the big red team.

Touchdown tomorrow...

And a winning
touchdown

in the Rose bowl
with the big red team!

We want victory!

Victory!

Victory
for the big red team!

Folks, I'm going to
introduce you

to a man who needs
no introduction.

A 100% right guy

and a great coach-

Bob sprague!

Well, I'll make it
short and sweet, fellas.

All I got to say is
that tomorrow,

we'll go out there
and fight!

Hey! What's the matter
with you two guys?

Got glue on your pants?

Rah.

Next, we'll hear
from captain Wally meyers.

Well, all
I got to say is

that we're going out
there tomorrow and fight!

Well, fellas,
the time's getting short,

so I'm going to point out
the team to you,

man by man.

Our team!

Simovich!

Rah!

Marionelli!

Rah!

Marionowski!

Rah!

Lindstrom!

Rah!

Wierasocka!

Rah!

Kreplach!

Rah!

Skolosky!

Rah!

Caliano!

Rah!

Maneschewitz!

Kolinski!

And Jones!

Jones?

The substitute.

Folks,

we've all heard

from the all-American,
all-time immortal

"whirling"
Joe Ferguson tonight...

But he tells me now

he wants to introduce
somebody to you.

"Whirling" Joe Ferguson!

Fellas, folks,

six years ago,

when we won
the conference championship...

We had a little girl
cheerleader

who cheered us
on to victory.

You know her.
She's been with you ever since.

She's just as
young and pretty as ever.

It would be
a good omen

if we asked her
to lead us in a cheer.

Ellen Turner!

Well?

I don't have to stand up
this time, buddy!

That's my wife.

Oh, yeah?

All right, gang!
Come on!

Scalawag!

Walawag!

Walawag, gag!

Scalawag! Walawag!
Walawag, gag!

Big red team!
Big red team!

Brag, brag, brag!

Big red team!
Big red team!

Brag, brag, brag!

T- u-r-n-e-r!

Yay, Mrs. Turner!

I have
a telegram here...

From big Sam stalenkowiecz.

Sam's in the hospital.

This telegram
is addressed to his team.

This is what Sam says
to his teammates.

Ahem.

"Get out there...

"Tomorrow...

And fight!"

Oh, boy.
That was great.

Now we'll all go
to the Dixie house

and have a steak and
French fries and wine-

all on me.

You'd be
a pretty sight.

What? Oh,
I don't mean-

I get it.
A kidder, eh?

Tommy, let's. They have
a New York band tonight,

and we'll dance
till morning.

I don't feel so high-
headache.

You'll be passing
our house.

Drop me off.
I'll just turn in.

You don't want
people to think

you're
a wet blanket.

They think
I'm a red now.

A wet blanket's
a step up, socially.

All right, go home
and go to bed.

This is homecoming,
and it's my birthday,

and Joe and I are
going to have some fun.

We're going to conga,
aren't we?

Well, maybe
Tommy doesn't...

Want us to conga.

Can you rumba,
too, Joe?

Sure. I'm the boy
from Brazil, but i-

this is our house.

Good night.

Tommy, wait!
Just a minute, Joe.

Tommy, I won't go
if you don't want me to.

I want you to.
You go on and dance.

I'm not crazy about
the way you want me to.

No, I'll stay here.
You need another bicarb.

I got a headache,
that's all.

Go on and have fun.

Come on.
What are we waiting for?

Well...

Well, all right.

Good night, Tommy.

Take a hot-water bottle
to bed with you.

It's nice of you

to arrange
for a substitute.

We don't give
a darn for...

The whole state
of Michigan

we don't
give a darn

for the whole state of Michigan...

Oh, boy, have I got
a headache.

They dance so well
together.

Who?

Who.

That's what they dance
so well together to.

What?

Yes, who.

Now I've got
a headache.

Well, I'm going home.
Good night, Mr. Turner.

Good night, Michael.

Oh, uh,
you seen pat?

Who?

No. I'm not going
all through that again.

Good night.

All right, all right.

Rah, rah, rah.

Ferguson, Ferguson,
Ferguson.

Who

stole my heart away?

Who

makes me dream
all day?

Dreams I know
can never be true

seems as though
I'll ever be blue

who

means my happiness

who...

Right here, page four.

What's got into this
literary magazine-legs?

Professor Turner's
out on a limb.

"It announces
to the world

that its faculty is
subservient to its trustees... "

"And that
its trustees-"

that's us, gentlemen-

"represent
a political viewpoint...

Which is fascism!"

Picture,
Mrs. Turner?

No, you can't take
a picture of me.

I don't know
where he is, boys, and-

oh, Dr. Damon!

Oh, good morning,
Ellen.

Good morning,
Dr. Damon.

I was coming
to your house.

Please don't tell
Tommy.

Please don't tell
Mrs. Damon.

Have you seen
Tommy anywhere?

No.

I'm worried. When I got up, he was gone.

I usually hear him-

I guess he didn't
gargle today.

Is that the literary
magazine?

It's a powder magazine.
Bombs are bursting all around.

It's been
a trying morning.

I haven't had such a day

since Dr. Prendergast
shot his secretary.

It's a balanced line, see?

Ah!

Move those two men
farther out.

The coach gave me
this play

in the strictest
confidence.

Come in, Ellen.

We got it
all laid out, see?

Study this play carefully,
or you won't know it

when you see it
this afternoon.

Now, this is Michigan,
and this is midwestern.

From a balanced line,
we shift.

1, 2! Oh!

Wally replaces skolosky,
the left end,

only he plays out
a little more.

Isn't Wally going to
carry the ball?

Shh.

Michigan spreads out.

They're watching
that wide end.

That's too obvious,
so they're watching

the other side
of the line, too.

What's going on here?

Shh. The ball
is snapped back.

Here we are,
both of us fading back,

but threatening a left-end run
and a forward pass!

But who are you?

Well,
I'm both of them.

I'm lindstrom
and wierasocka.

Skolosky cuts
down the left sideline

and takes out wupperman-
the jam pot.

Wally is running
wide around right end,

faking like
he's got the ball

but hasn't
really got it...

Apparently.

Now Michigan
has its charge again

on lindstrom
and wierasocka,

trying to figure out
which one's got the ball.

Wally lets himself out.
He's really got it!

Hooray!

It's a fake fake.

It's an old play,
but it's so corny

only a football genius like
coach sprague would use it.

Now, with
no interference at all,

Wally cuts in,
runs down the right side,

straight-arms the safety,
and touchdown!

Hooray!

Whoopee!

How did you like it?

I think it's nice.

Nice?
It's wonderful!

That play will put us
in the Rose bowl!

Did I ever show you
the statue of Liberty play?

Mm-hmm.

You see, pat,
it was like this.

I'd fade back
to throw a pass.

Jonesy, the halfback,
would take it out of my hand,

swing around,
and cut in over tackle.

Then I'd fa-

Patricia! I found out
what she wants in life-

a handsome,
half-witted halfback.

Well, I suppose
it's just as well.

Yes, Michael, it is.

Take a good look
at yourself

10 years from now-

teaching school,

maybe earning an extra $5.00 on the side

writing
a book review.

You'd better let
Wally have her.

He'll be good
for her.

I don't believe
in self-sacrifice.

It's too old-fashioned.

That's right.

It's much better
just to walk out

or make her so mad
that she walks out.

Yes.

That's it.

Much better
for everyone.

Huh?

Good-bye, Michael.

Come back in about
an hour, will you?

We'll figure
something out

about this trustee
business.

Hello. Who's that?
The hospital?

It's the nurse.

How's stalenkowiecz?

He has periodic
hypothyroid.

That's bad, huh?

It's terrible.

Yes, ma'am,
that is bad.

Good-bye,
you little two bucks.

Fare you well.

Mm-mmm.

Where'd you come from,
Mr. Turner?

What are you doing
with my cream pitcher?

It's a by-product
of the statue of Liberty.

Come again?

It's a symbol, cleota.

Maybe it is.

It sure ain't no cream pitcher no more.

It certainly ain't.

Hello, darling.

I thought I heard your voice.

Hello.

Well, I'm glad you
remembered where you live.

I was beginning
to be worried.

Where
have you been?

Oh, just walking.

All this time?

I peeked in here
a while ago.

Joe was doing the statue
of Liberty or something.

I went away again.

You were right here,
and you went away?

I couldn't face that
right now-

not the statue of Liberty.

Well, the phone's been ringing all day.

We're besieged by
reporters. Ed's furious.

There will be
a lot of trouble

if you don't hurry up
and deny Michael's story,

or have you
done it?

No, I didn't deny it.

You've made up your mind to read it.

That's why you've
been walking around.

Tommy, I don't know
what to say to you.

Maybe you've said
enough already.

That isn't
very kind.

No. None of this is
going to sound very kind,

but I figured out
what I want to say...

And I've got
to get it out

before I get
all mixed up.

I don't see why
you're being so mean.

It's just that
last night,

I began to see
you and myself

clearly for
the first time.

Oh, you saw him kiss me.

I thought that was it.

No. No, I didn't.

Did he kiss you?

That's fine.

Um, I've been
meaning to ask you.

What became of housman's last poems?

Tommy, listen to me.

I wanted to have
a good time last night.

You spoiled it.

Didn't you
enjoy it at all?

Yes, I did. I'm not
100 years old yet.

I just decided to quit
worrying about you

and have a little fun.

For about an hour,
I felt like I was 19 again,

wearing flowers
at a spring dance

when I was
young and silly.

Young and happy!

All right. He kissed me!
I kissed him, too.

We didn't go
out in the dark to do it.

I hope you didn't lend
that book to anybody.

It was
a first edition.

Did you hear
what I said?

Sure, I heard.
I'm listening.

You said you went in
the dark and kissed Joe!

I said no such thing.
You know it!

I wish we had
separate bookplates.

Tommy, I want you
to stop this.

If you want to be jealous,
be jealous.

Rave or throw things,
but don't act

like the lead
in a senior-class play.

I'm trying
to tell you

I don't care
what you do.

I'm trying to tell
you I think it's fine!

It's lucky
he came back now.

What do you mean?

On my salary, I can go along fine alone,

reading whatever I want to my classes.

That's what I want.
That's what I'll do!

Oh, that's
what you want.

Suddenly,
that's what you want...

More than me.

It's not so sudden.

It's no more sudden that
your feeling for Joe.

It's-it's logical.

It's just-

it's just logical,
that's all!

We get
in each other's way.

You're always wearing yourself
out picking up after me,

taking matchboxes
out of my pocket...

Disarranging
my whole way of life.

His

till Joe came along?

I thought you were
jealous of Joe.

I could
understand that.

But you aren't in
the least bit aroused

at the idea
of his kissing me...

Out in the dark
for hours.

No, I'm not!

Oh, so that's why you've
been wandering around.

That's what you've been
figuring out-

how nice it would be

if he were to take me
off your hands

so you would be left
alone with your books

and your matchboxes
and your litter!

I suppose any man
would do as well as Joe.

Oh, he's not just any man,
and you know that.

He's always been
in love with you,

and you've always
been in love with him.

That's ridiculous!

I felt it when I saw you
dancing together.

It was unmistakable.
You've just admitted it.

You can't
be jealous now

just because you think I want you to be!

I saw you dancing
together like angels.

I saw you
going out together

in that ridiculous
carriage.

I saw you together
years ago

when I was young enough
and dumb enough

to believe I really
took you away from him.

There's something
that happens

when you two
dance together

that doesn't happen
when we dance together!

All right!
Have it your way.

If you want to be free,
then I want to be free.

And I've been
going around for years

mooning about Joe.

Well, maybe I have.
Maybe I have!

Because I'm certainly
sick of you right now!

Never mind! All right,
all right, all right!

Oh, i-I'm sorry
if i-

hello, Joe.

Hello.

Well, I stalled off
those reporters.

I thought it might be
a good idea

if I took them a drink
out to the car.

Maybe a coke.
You want one?

No. You and Ellen
have a coke.

Oh, well,
in that case,

maybe you'll have
something else.

I sure know how it is
to be bothered

with those newspaper guys.

Here, Ellen.

You want to drink a toast, Joe,

to Tommy's
happiness?

Sure.

Well, Tommy,
your happiness.

Hey, what's the matter?
What's it all about?

Look, maybe I can talk
to ed to fix this-

no. I don't
want that.

I want to run my own life my own way.

That's what
it's all about.

Tommy wants
to live alone.

What?

He wants to be
left alone.

I beg your pardon.

Us-Tommy and me,
we're breaking up.

Just before the game?

Why, you're both crazy.

Maybe I'd better go.

Not at all.

You're not exactly
a stranger around here.

You knew Ellen
as long ago as I did.

I knew her a long time
before you did.

This is a heck of a way
to treat her.

Yes, I know.
I was just saying

I barged in and took her away from you.

You didn't have
anything to do with it.

She got sore at me
on account of another girl.

Oh, that's where
I came in.

She said she hated me,
never wanted to see me again.

She threw something at me.

I did not.

Well, you got awful mad.

I thought you never
did want to see me again.

I guess I was dumb, huh?

Brenda says that showed
you liked me.

Oh, sorry.

Oh, don't mind me.

Who's Brenda?
Another girl?

My wife.

Oh. Sorry.

Well, Ellen knows her.
She's from Cleveland.

Brenda's always been
kind of jealous of Ellen.

She found a picture of you.

What picture?

I gave him
a picture.

He wouldn't
give it back.

You were wearing
that big floppy hat.

It was red.

Blue.

It had ribbons,
made you look like you were 16.

I've never
seen it.

I threw them
all away.

It kind of came down
over one eye.

Yes. She looks nice
in hats like that.

Yeah.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Now look
what you've done.

Look what
you've done,

bringing up old
floppy blue hats.

She doesn't like to be
touched when she's crying.

I've seen her cry.
I know what to do.

Oh, you do?

When we fought
about the girl,

she lay on the floor,
kicking and crying.

I did not!

You be careful
what you say!

I picked her up
that time.

Well, you're not
going to pick her up now!

Will you please
go away?

Let me alone!
Go away!

Yeah. She wants you
to go away.

I don't blame her,
either,

if this is the way
you treat her.

I won't stand for this, then or now.

What will you do?

Take her out of this. It isn't nice.

You've certainly messed
things up, brother.

Don't call me brother.
I can't stand that now.

If Ellen weren't here, i'd
call you worse than brother.

I'm not going
to be here.

Will you please stop, both of you?

Nobody's said a word
about what I want to do.

Oh, no! You're going to
settle it between yourselves,

bandying me
back and forth!

Nobody's bandying you,
Ellen.

I know when
I'm being bandied.

I don't want
either of you.

Please let me
out of here!

Oh!

Don't help me!

You can both
go to blazes!

I can't even run
up the stairs dignified!

She means me.

She said
both of us.

She was looking
at me.

Say, how did we
get into this, anyway?

You rumbaed
into it.

You kissed
your way into it.

I'm sorry
that happened.

You're just sorry
I found out.

Do you know
anything about women?

Didn't you know what
she was thinking about?

I don't think
when I'm dancing.

I know. You think
in your office.

She likes to be
thought about.

I did. I remembered her
birthday. I brought flowers.

You'll have to keep
bringing her presents,

birthday or not-
fur coats and things.

She's still young
and pretty.

Say, I don't
get you.

I'm just being
broad-minded, that's all.

What makes me think you're
still crazy about her

and are up
to something?

Don't be acute. I couldn't
stand your being acute.

Well, I'm not dumb.

Yes, you are.

Well, that's aside
from the point.

This thing is too deep
for jealousy

or anything
but honesty.

A woman must not go on
living with a man

when she dances better
with another man.

Well, that's silly.
That's the silliest-

dancing doesn't
mean everything.

The way you do, it does,

the thing
that happens to you,

the lights
you give off.

Light?

These things are
too subtle for you,

but I've made
some study of them.

Maybe this studying is bad for you.

All I want to know is
whether you felt

the same thing she felt
last night.

It felt fine.

Oh, this is goldarned embarrassing.

A man makes love
to a woman,

he doesn't talk it
over with her husband.

I'm just trying
to be honest.

Well, what are
we going to do?

You'd better go upstairs
and comfort her.

She'll be
expecting you.

Oh, no. Not me.

You ought to know more
what to do now.

It's your house.
She's still your wife.

She doesn't want
to talk to me.

She's just done that.

She shouldn't be
left alone right now.

Go on.

Well, all right.

What will I say?

What did you say last
night when you were dancing?

Don't be a big baby.

Well, it doesn't
seem right somehow

for me to go upstairs.

This is not a moment
for cheap moralizing.

Oh, my aunt belinda's
bustle. I'll go.

Hello, Mr. Turner.

Well, I came back,
like you said.

As you said.
Eh, let it go.

What's
the matter?

Nothing.

Well, I'm feeling
much better.

I've put her
out of my mind.

It's ended
as simply as that.

There's a girl who
could sit with you

and talk about
shelley.

Well, I'm glad I found out about women.

What was that?

I'm sure
I don't know.

Just some little...
What were you saying?

I was saying when
an issue comes up,

she reveals the true
stature of her character

and goes off
to hennick's

with that football
player.

I saw them right
in the front window

drinking
cherry coke.

He uses a straw.

Yes, but he's handsome.

What is more,
he whirls.

He's a hunter.

He comes home
at night

with meat slung
over his shoulder

while you sit
drawing pictures

on the wall
of your cave.

Maybe I ought to sock
him with a ball-bat.

No. No, no, no.

You're a civilized man,
Michael.

You're not living in
the days of king Arthur

when you fought
for your woman.

Nowadays, a man, his wife,
and the other man

sit down,
talk the whole thing over,

quietly and calmly.

Then they all go out
to dinner together.

Gosh, Mr. Turner,
I wish I were like you-

middle-aged,
settled down,

happily married,

through with all
this agony you feel

when you're young
and in love.

Middle-aged?

Yes, you know, what
Rupert Brooke says-

"that time when
all is over... "

"And love has turned
to kindliness."

Is kindliness
peaceful?

Don't ask me.

What's that?

You look ruffled.

What?

What ruffled you?

Must we talk in front of this boy?

I am not a boy!

I'll see you later,
Michael.

All right,
but in some ways,

I'm lots older
than he is.

Oh, man alive, I wish I
was back in Pittsburgh.

What happened?

Well, old man,
I guess you were right.

She was pretty bitter
about you.

She threw something
you'd given her

and broke it
into a thousand pieces.

What was it?

I didn't see it
till after she threw it.

Oh.

Every time she
mentioned your name,

she threw something.

Kept me ducking.

I see.

Well, you want to
marry Ellen, don't you?

Well, I've always
liked her,

but I don't like to
go through so much.

Are you sure you
understand women?

Yes. What did she say
when you left?

What was she doing?

Oh, she was
in a terrible state.

I don't think she
can go to the game.

She'll have a sick
headache for days.

What do you do then?

You get her
a hot-water bottle.

Cleota! Cleota!

Yes, sir?

Fill a hot-water bottle,
please, right away.

There's one in the icebox
or someplace.

Gee, I don't want
to miss the game.

Gosh, I sort of
wish stalenkowiecz

wasn't laid up,
don't you?

I hadn't given it
much thought.

Of course, wierasocka is all right,

but stalenkowiecz is a
much better pass receiver.

Is he? Why?

I don't know why.
He just is.

"Why?"

Is you got a pain?

No. Oh, thank you.

I don't suppose we ought
to go and leave her.

Well, I'm not
going. Here.

Oh! Ow!

Hold it by the top.

Say, won't
this thing burn her?

You wrap the towel
around it.

You shouldn't stay in
the house alone with her,

things being
the way they are.

Don't you worry
about that.

I thought these things
were different now

than they used to be.

What do you mean-
different?

Well, I mean
better-looking somehow.

Why don't you
take it up to her?

Well, you said-

well, time to get started,
isn't it?

What are you doing
with that thing, Joe?

Uh...

He was going to
lie down with it.

I was not.
Here.

I don't want it.

We ought to hurry.

Have you got
the tickets, Joe?

I've got them. What
number is the game on?

It's 1210 on the dial.

Sure you won't go
to the game?

Oh, no.
How are you?

Me? I'm fine.

That's good.

It hasn't started yet, just music.

Let's go, huh?
Is this yours?

Think this is
warm enough?

Oh, it's very warm.

No, it isn't.

Here's your thermos,
Mr. Turner.

It's a warm day
anyway,

and we'll have
the lap robe.

Ellen.

Yes, Tommy?

Forgot your
thermos bottle.

Better make a note
of this, Joe.

It gets cold
in stadiums.

Ellen gets chilly
sometimes

and likes
hot coffee.

Did you slap her?

No! I kicked her!

Well, you must
have done something.

Well, here we are
on a fine afternoon...

I get her
all calmed down,

and you make her
cry again.

I see now what kind
of life she has.

I'll take her away
from all this.

Why don't you
get started?

Because I got more
to say to you! First-

here comes
the Scarlet stampede.

Oh, they're coming out
on the field.

We'll miss the kickoff,
goldarn it!

In the fourth quarter
of this ball game,

the score is
still Michigan 14,

midwestern 9.

Our boys have to pull
something out of the hat

if they want to put
this ball game on ice.

We want a touchdown!
We want a touchdown!

We want a touchdown!

Rah, rah, rah.

Look, I build them
a new stadium,

you can always tell when
a day starts out like this.

Joe, I'm worried-

there's nothing to be
worried about, honey.

They haven't even tried
the statue of Liberty yet

or the fake fake.

Where in the world
is stalenkowiecz?

He's got the shingles or
the shakes or something.

Midwestern comes up to
the line of scrimmage

on their own
30-yard line.

3rd down,
9 yards to go.

Hey, look, Ellen.

Ellen, see Wally?
The cream pitcher, remember?

Look! That's it!

Go, Wally!

Go!

Give it to him!

All right!

Joe, Joe,
your old play!

Oh, sweetheart!

Joe!

The score is now
midwestern 15,

Michigan 14.

What a play
that was-

the old statue
of Liberty play.

That's one
for the books.

He's probably still
running with that ball.

Do you know the first law
of human nature?

Defense of the home...

Against prowlers
and predatory... prowlers.

Do you know
what the tiger does

when the sanctity
of his home is jeopardized?

I know. You told me.

He talks it over
with the other man,

quietly and calmly.

He does not.

Michael, sometimes
I am ashamed of you.

I think we should have
another drink, possibly.

All right.

Hey! Hey!

That's the way
to talk to them.

Hey!

Mr. Turner,
what is it?

What do you want?
Oh, yes.

It's cleota.
Don't be silly.

We would like to have
something more to drink.

I'll make you
some black coffee.

Yeah.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Where was I?

You were talking
about tigers.

Oh, yes! But let us
take the wolf.

What does he do?

I mean, when they
come for his mate.

He tears them
to pieces.

So does the leopard
and the lion

and the hawk.

They tear them
to pieces

without a word.

But you had it
figured out

the other way around
last time.

You said we should
give up our women.

It's better
sitting down.

All right, all right.

Michigan's ball,
1st and 10

on their own
35-yard line.

The score is
still Michigan 14,

midwestern 15.

We have less than
one minute to go.

Out of
the huddle now.

Hey, stop him!
Get him!

Get him! Wally!

Get him, Wally!

Oh, boy.

Oh, brother.

Michigan's ball on the midwestern 1
- foot line

with only seconds
to play.

This is a bad spot
for midwestern.

Michigan comes out
of the huddle.

There's the gun!
That's all!

Wildcat, rah!
Wildcat, rah!

Rah, rah, wildcat!

It's over!
We won!

Let us say
that the tiger-

just the tiger-
wakes up one morning

and finds
that the wolf

has come down
in the fold.

What does he-

before I tell you
what he does,

I will tell you
what he does not do.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

He does not
expose everyone

to humiliating
intellectual analysis.

No. He comes out
of his corner like this.

The bull elephant
in him is aroused.

No, Michael, no.

That is my point.

All animals
are the same,

including the so-called
human being.

We're all
male animals, too.

But you said-

even the penguin.
Penguin.

That little thing.

He'll stand for
no monkey business

where his mate's
concerned.

Oh...

I don't believe it.

There it is,
in us always,

though it
may be asleep.

The male animal...
The mate...

When you're married
long enough,

you become a mate.

Think of the sea lion
for a minute.

All right.

Here is his mate,

lying in a corner
of the cave

on a bed of tender
boughs or something.

Now, who comes
swimming quietly

in through
the early morning mist,

sleek and powerful,

dancing, whirling,
and throwing kisses?

Joe Ferguson.

Yes! And what
do I do?

You say, "hello."

But the sea lion
knows better.

He snarls. He gores.

He growls
with his antlers.

He knows that love
is a thing

you do something about.

He knows that it's a thing
that words can kill.

You do something.

You don't just
sit there.

I didn't mean you.

I hope I have made
all this clear to you.

Are there any questions?

Yes, sir. Who are
those strange people

looking at us?

What in the world
have you been doing?

Drinking.

What for?

We were celebrating

my new-found
philosophy.

Ellen, I have
found myself.

I know now exactly
what I have to do.

I know. We've been
through all that before.

Perhaps you'd better
go away for a little while.

I'm going.

I'll be down
in a minute, Joe,

with my bags.

She's a little upset.

Boy, wasn't that
some football game?

I'm running Wally meyers
for president.

Come on.

Yes, sir, sure was
some game, wasn't it?

Did you like it when
Michigan went into the lead?

If Wally hadn't made
that long run-

the game didn't take
all that time.

Where have you been?

We stopped to talk
to president Cartwright.

What for?

Because Ellen and I
were making one last effort

to get you
out of this mess.

Ellen and you,
Ellen and you.

You would know

exactly what to do, don't you?

You guys are pie-eyed.

Did you hear that?

Yes, sir.

What's the idea
of moving

all the furniture around
like this?

I don't want you
to break anything

when you fall.

Well, I'm not
going to fall.

Oh, yes,
you are.

I am going to
knock you cold.

Oh, now, Tommy,
let's sit down

and talk this thing over.

Talk, he says,
to a man of action.

Sit down, he says,

to a tigress
with her cubs.

How did you guys
get so cockeyed?

I wish Ellen
would hurry up.

Hey, cleota!
Cleota!

Don't call for help.

I could take you and cleota
in the same ring.

Hey, what's this
all about?

You crept into this house
to steal Ellen, didn't you?

You thought it was
the house of a professor

who'd talk and talk
and talk.

Yes, and by George,
you have.

I came here to see
a football game.

That's a lie.

Why don't you
go home?

Because I want
to watch.

There isn't
anything to watch.

I'm getting
out of here.

Put up your fists.

Oh, get away
from me, Tommy.

I'd break you
in two,

and I don't want
to do that.

Why don't you
want to do that?

How would it look
if I took Ellen

and knocked you down
on the way out?

He's right.
That's a point of honor.

That's right.
Now I will have to

knock you further than I
had originally decided upon.

Come out
into the back yard.

Don't push me.
I don't like to be pushed.

Hey!

Ha ha! Tommy,

if you ever do
get into a fight,

don't lead
with your right.

It leaves you
wide-open.

Oh, does it?

The other suitcase
will be down in a minute, Joe.

You're getting me in
deeper and deeper.

Come out
into the back yard.

I'm not coming out
into the back yard.

Don't push me!

I said I don't
like to be pushed!

Oh, no, you didn't.

You said don't lead
with your right.

Ow!

Now you started
my sinus trouble again.

If you want a fight,
you'll get one!

Oh!

Sock him, Mr. Turner! Sock him!

Hit him!

Hit him, Mr. Turner!

Hit him! Hit him!
Hit him!

"Right on his feet
young David stood

"to meet
Goliath's might.

"We're a small
and patient folk,

but we shall
rise tonight!"

Hey, wait a minute.
It's the band.

You attract bands
like flies,

don't you?

Oh! Oh!
My nose!

Ow! Ow!

Come on. Hurry up
with that camera.

Come on.
Hand it up.

Now watch this.

Hey!

Thank you.

Get out
of my tree.

Hello, Dr. Damon.

Hello, Thomas.
How do you feel?

I'm not sure.
How do I look?

We'd better drop
that subject.

Do you think you'll be
able to read the letter?

That is, if you
plan to read it.

Yes, I plan to.

Lucky today is Sunday.

It gives me
all day to rest up.

Correction-
today is Monday.

Monday noon,
to be exact.

What? Was there
a Sunday this week?

Such a Sunday as I hope
never to see again.

You were the subject
of every sermon

in town.

Was I?

I think
if you don't mind,

I'll sit in on your
class this afternoon.

I don't see why students
should have all the fun.

I'm coming.

My goodness,
don't ring the door off.

I'd like to see
Mr. Turner, please.

Is you
a newspaper?

Yes. I'm from
the daily journal.

He can't see nobody.
He's sick.

Isn't he going
to class or anything?

He ain't going nowhere.
He's sick in bed.

Professor Turner's residence.

Professor Turner's
residence.

Daily what?

You just was here.

I don't want
to talk. No.

Professor Turner
can't talk to nobody.

He's sick with his head.

You don't think
you is me, does you?

Nothing but bells.

I'll get it.

Hot garters.

Is Michael here?

No, he isn't,
dewberry,

and he isn't
likely to be.

If he should drop in
for any silly reason,

would you please tell him
to call me at maple 4307?

Tell him we'll have
loads of f-u-n.

If you think so,

you're just
plain n-u-t-s.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Who was that?

That was
hot garters gardner.

What was she
doing here?

Looking for Michael.

So, that's where
he went Saturday.

Tommy, you had
that hot-that miss gardner

in some
of your classes.

Do you remember her?

I don't know.
What does she look like?

Well, sort of...

I only had her
in Shakespeare.

Coming around
here...

Oh, good morning,
Michael. Come in.

Yes. Come in,
Michael.

Feel better
now that you're up?

Much better.

How do you feel?

Oh, I feel
all right.

That's good.

If you'll
excuse me.

Oh, now, pat, wait.

Could I talk
to you

for just
a minute?

Couldn't we go
outside?

No. Is it anything
you're ashamed

to say in front
of Tommy?

No, only...

Well, I'm sorry I got so mad Saturday.

I said things
and did things-

you certainly did!

Well, I'm sorry!

Pat, Mr. Turner and I
are in a jam,

and I think you ought
to make an effort

to understand what
we're trying to do

and stand by us.

That is, if you care
anything about me.

Oh, I certainly do.

I've been standing by,

taking messages
for you,

phone numbers.

I'm so glad we could have
this nice little chat.

And before you go,

be sure to call
maple 4307!

Maple 430...

Was the garters here?

That's what I was
trying to tell you.

Patricia
talked to her.

The elastic snapped
right in her face.

I didn't even
do anything!

I'm sure.

That's Wally's car.
Excuse me.

Hey!

Cleota?

Oh. Good morning,
Tommy.

Cleota, you'd better bring
Mr. Turner a cup of tea.

Yes, ma'am.

Good morning.

Would you like
a hard-boiled egg?

Oh, no. No, thanks.
Nothing hard.

My-my teeth hurt.

I'm just...
Making my way

by easy stages
to the classroom.

Would you like
another cold towel?

No, thanks.

Do you think
you should lie down?

No. I'll just
lean back...

No. I guess
I won't.

Well, how do you feel?

Is everything
clear to you now?

Well, it's clear
in the center.

It's still a little fuzzy
around the edges.

I suppose
you're very proud

of what you did
Saturday.

That wasn't me
Saturday.

That was a drunken
sea lion.

I rather liked you
as a sea lion.

Yes. I must have been
very funny.

Ellen, have you
ever read

hodgson's poem
the bull?

Oh, Tommy, can't we
have a personal talk

without your
bringing in poetry?

It's the story
of the defeated male.

There's no defeat that
can be quite so complete.

You wouldn't admit that this
defeat was on account of-

no, it has to be something from a book!

When the bull's head
is in the dust,

life goes on
and leaves him there.

It's a psychological
fact.

The poets understand
these things.

Do all the cows
react the same way?

Tommy, listen.

Point is, I don't want
any pity.

Mrs. Turner, it's that
prize fighter. I seen him.

Hello, cleota.

Tsk, tsk, tsk,
tsk, tsk.

Hello.

Look, Tommy,
I'm awful sorry.

I didn't
hit you hard.

You slipped and hit
your head on a bench.

I know. What's wrong
with your hand?

Oh, you kind of
bit me.

Ed says to expect
the rabies.

What happened, Joe?
Where were you yesterday?

Well, uh, ed Keller had
18 quarts of bourbon.

We spent the night
at his office.

Oh, I see.

Holy cats! I must have on Ed's pants.

Hope he's got mine.

Gosh, I wonder how
that happened.

Oh, I remember.

We ran into
his tailor,

and, uh, we had
a little too-

could I have a slug
of something?

Certainly.
Scotch?

Yeah, fine.

I got the galloping
jumps.

A drink would
fix me up.

I haven't slept
in two nights!

Worrying about
something?

Yes, worrying
about something!

And my cold's
worse, too.

Want some kleenex?

No, I don't want
some kleenex!

Darn reporters have been
bothering me, too.

What do they
want with you?

Oh, they wanted me
to pick

an all-American
team.

Did you?

Yeah. Kind of took
my mind off of things.

Who did you pick
for right guard?

Shulig, Kansas
state teachers.

That's nice.

Look, Tommy, where do we all stand now?

I mean, Ellen
and you and me.

Don't trouble Ellen
about details now.

She's got
enough trouble

with me sitting
around the house

looking like
a hot-oil shampoo.

We're out of liquor.

We've had more drinking
in the last two days

than the past
six years.

Ellen, Joe picked shulig
of Kansas state teachers

isn't that nice?

It was kind of hard
to choose between him

and feldcamp
of western reserve.

They're both
big and fast.

Here you are, dear.

Dear.

I don't want any.

Well, Joe,
let's get things settled.

Yes.

I thought you and I
could start

by going up to that inn
at granville tonight

for a few days.

What?

I'll try to be
as clear as I can.

I have to
get a fresh start now.

You understand women.
You see that.

I can't stay here
any longer.

You've made your plans,
and now I have to make mine.

Yes, I know,
but not like that.

Not running off
to granville!

If you're afraid of scandal,
we'll go farther away.

Forget granville.
We'll go directly to Pittsburgh.

What?

It's a big town.
Nobody need know about it.

About what?

About us-
our living together.

Ellen!

I- I-I don't live
in Pittsburgh.

I live in sewickley,

and my boss
lives there, too.

And my mother
lives there.

My mother isn't very well. My mother-

oh, you
and your mother!

Besides, it's
a republican town.

You're not being
gallant, Joe.

Are you trying to
get out of this?

No, but I come
from a line

of married people.

Besides that, I'm not going
to Pittsburgh directly.

I got to go
to Washington first,

and I couldn't
take you.

You'll take her
anyplace she wants,

but she's not
going anyplace.

Oh, yes, I am!

Mr. Turner.
Mr. Turner!

Oh! You'll have to
hurry, Mr. Turner.

You've only a few minutes before class.

I'm not going
to class!

You're not?

No!

Oh! Oh.

Oh, yeah.

What's this?

They're just trying to
bluff you with a crowd.

Keller will probably
start some rough stuff.

They think
you're scared.

I am scared.

Well... let's go,
Michael.

It's filling up. Half
the school will be here.

You'd better
get dressed.

Oh.

Oh, Thomas!

Hey, Turner.
Wait a minute.

We just had a meeting of trustees.

Michael Barnes
is out,

and you'll be asked
to resign tonight.

I'm sorry,
but I'm taking my stand.

There's just one thing you can do-

say you're sick,

don't know anything
about this editorial,

and think
it's outrageous-

that you won't read
this vanzetti thing

and think Barnes is
getting what he deserves.

Only that will
save your neck.

Mr. Turner wouldn't
say that about Michael,

and you shouldn't
ask him to.

You fellows
are attempting

to defy the trustees' authority.

You say you're going to take a stand.

We've taken one!

I wouldn't care if
Alexander Hamilton wrote it.

The principle's the same.
Have you read the letter?

I don't read
such things!

You don't even know
what you're objecting to!

All right. You say the
principle's the same.

Why not
read something

by president
Cartwright?

There's some good
stuff in his book.

Cartwright can't write
as well as vanzetti.

Oh, that's a terrible thing to say!

You'll get in trouble saying that.

Very likely.

Listen, Turner,
get this straight-

you read
that letter,

and you're through!

Mr. Keller-

never mind, you.

For 42 years I've followed
a policy of appeasement.

I might say that
during that period,

I've been kicked around
this institution

by one Edward k. Keller
after another-

there's only one
Edward k. Keller.

Unfortunately, there's
always been at least one.

But there's an increasing
element on the faculty

which resents your attitude
towards any teacher

who dares to
raise his voice

or so much as
clear his throat.

I warn you,
if you persist

in this persecution
of Thomas Turner,

you'll have a fight on
your hands, my friend.

Do you think
the trustees

are afraid of a few
discontented bookworms

who work for $2,500
a year?

These men
are not malcontents!

Some of them are distinguished scholars

who have made this
university what it is.

They made it?
What about me?

Who's getting this new stadium paid for?

Who brought coach Bob sprague here?

He means this is bigger

than stadiums and coaches,
Mr. Keller.

Nothing's bigger than the new stadium!

Why, it's idiotic.

Wally, what are you
talking about?

If you knew
where Michael went

with hot garters
Saturday night-

she's spilling it
all over town.

I'll take it up
with Michael.

And don't be
a big tattletale.

Michael! Michael!

Oh, hello.

Thank you.

Oh, two?

I'm sorry. I-

sorry.

Oh!

Sorry.

Hey. Would you mind?

Not at all, Joe.

Thanks very much.

What time is it?

Well, Thomas, time for class to begin.

Turner, you read
that letter,

and your blood's
on your own head.

Joe Ferguson
wants his pants back.

Shh. Hey!
Hey, fellows. Quiet.

Let's see what this is.

Now, if the class
will come to order, please.

Hee hee!

Shh!

Now, if the class will-

now, if the class
will come to order, please?

Thank you.

Last Friday,
I happened to mention

that I wanted to read you
three letters

written by men whose
profession was not literature

but who had something
sincere to say.

Once I had declared
that harmless intention,

the world began to shake,
great institutions trembled,

and football players
descended upon me...

And my wife.

I realized then that I was
doing something important.

The men whose letters I picked
were Abraham Lincoln,

general sherman,
and bartolomeo vanzetti.

Originally, I chose vanzetti

to show that even
broken English

can sometimes be
very moving and eloquent.

This isn't just about
broken English!

It's more than that.

You've made it
more than that.

Vanzetti
was an anarchist.

And Thomas de quincey
was an opium eater,

Edgar Allan poe
was a drunkard,

and Karl Marx
was a communist!

I'm not advocating
opium or alcohol

or communism or anarchy.

If I were, you'd have a right
to remove me.

This was supposed to be a class
in English composition.

I have a right
to read any great writings,

regardless of
the personal habits

or political opinions
of their authors.

I still say it's dangerous to bring up!

It's a dangerous thing
to keep down.

If you want to make that
political, all right.

I'm fighting for
teachers' rights

and students' rights

and the rights
of everybody in this land.

You can't suppress ideas,
Mr. Keller,

just because
you don't like them.

Nobody can.
Not in this country. Not yet!

This is not about vanzetti.

It's about us.

This is a university.

We're teachers, and it's
our business to be impartial,

to bring what light we can
into this world,

to try to follow truth.

If I can't read
this letter today-

if it's suppressed
before you've even heard it-

tomorrow, none of us
will be able to read or teach

anything except
what Edward k. Keller

and the trustees
permit us to teach.

You know where that has led
in other places.

We hold the fortress
of free thought and free speech

here this afternoon.

If we surrender
to prejudice and dictation,

we're cowards!

I don't know
what started this

or how I got into
this fight.

I have nothing
personally to gain

by reading this letter,

and there's little more
that I can lose.

I only know
I have to read it...

If I can find it.

Oh, here it is.

My wife must have
put it there.

I can only say
that I'm afraid

this may disappoint
many of you.

It's not at all
inflammatory or seditious.

It might make some of you
feel a little silly.

At least, I hope so.

Vanzetti wrote this
in April 1927,

just after he was
condemned to die.

It has been printed
in newspapers,

in this book,
in many places.

But if you should destroy
every printed copy,

it would still
endure in the language

because a great many
literary people

know it by heart.

"If it had not been
for these thing,

"I might have
live out my life

"talking at street corners
to scorning men.

"I might have die
unmarked,

"unknown, a failure.

"Now we are not a failure.

"Never in our full life

"could we hope to do
so much work for tolerance,

"for justice,

"for man's
understanding of man,

"as now we do by accident.

"Our words, our lives,

"our pain-nothing.

"The taking of our lives,

"the lives
of a good shoemaker

"and a poor
fish peddler-all.

"That last moment
belongs to us.

That agony is our triumph."

Well, that's it.

Is that all?

Why, that isn't
a bad letter.

That will be all
this afternoon.

Class is dismissed.

I'm going to call

a special meeting of
the trustees right away!

Good.

Fine work, Turner!

Now you're
out of a job.

You and your wife
will starve.

Ellen, you wait here.

I'll get Tommy away before
he gets into more trouble.

There won't be
any trouble.

They were all
very much impressed.

They didn't applaud
or anything.

That was a very
ominous silence.

Where is he?

That doesn't sound
like cheering.

Tommy won't run away.

I'll handle Tommy! He wouldn't
want you mixed up with mobs.

Dry your eyes and face.
You look terrible.

Do I?

Yes. I'll be
right back.

Some of you
go the other way.

There's ed Keller!
Ask him.

He surprised me.

Come on. Get in!

These people
aren't-

yes, they are. We have
to get out of here.

But where's Tommy?

Is it?

I wouldn't worry
about Tommy.

I don't care
about him.

You're still

crazy about that guy, aren't you?

I'm kind of
scared of him.

He used to be
just nice,

but now he's
wonderful.

I don't think
he's so wonderful.

Oh, yes, he is. That letter's wonderful!

What he's trying to do
is wonderful.

Reading that letter, he
was the real male animal,

not when he
punched you.

It's in the light you give off.

There he is!

I don't care about me,
but if you touch my wife-

Tommy!

Right this way.

What are
you doing?

We've got American flags
on the axline buggy.

He's riding in it!

Not me.
I'd rather be mobbed!

It amounts to very much
the same thing, professor.

Now, don't start
fighting again!

Why not look up Brenda?
We'll send a wire.

Don't worry
about me, brother.

I sent her a wire
this morning.

Come on, boys.
Let's go!

Put your hat on
straight.

You look terrible.

Don't give me that.
I look wonderful.

Yay! Yay!

Yes, dear.
You look wonderful.

Hooray!

Why don't you cheer? Are
you a fascist or something?

Hooray!