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"Mr. Christley,
these photographs represent

my assignment as I saw it.

So long as there remain
the rights of free speech

and a free press,
I shall continue

to exercise the right
of a free camera.

"Sincerely, but not hopefully,
Katherine Grant."

Ms. Grant,
when "mirror magazine"

gives you an assignment...

Very well. I resign.

Hallelujah! Ms. Grant.

- Mr. Christley...
- Very busy.

Yes, christley?

Ms. Grant has resigned again.

Christley, Ms. Grant never
resigns without provocation.

What have you been doing
this time?

Isn't it within
a managing editor's domain

to tell a member of his staff
that her work stinks?

It is,
if the accusation is true.

But you're well aware
that Ms. Grant is among

the foremost women photographers
in this country.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
But she doesn't make sense.

Remember, furthermore,
that you're speaking

of the woman I hope to marry.

Alright, alright, now, look

I appreciate that we're supposed
to be running

a class picture magazine.

But when there's
a legitimate chance

to slip a little leg art
into the world today

and she comes back with this,
I don't know what to say.

Yes, well, uh, well...

What, uh,
what was her assignment?

Backstage at the ballet.

Not a sign of a dancer
in tights.

Not a leg. Not even a foot.

Christley, you have been
informed that Ms. Grant

may photograph
her assignments as she sees fit.

The point is, her assignment
isn't in the pictures.

Now you're quibbling.

Please telephone Ms. Grant
and apologize immediately.

For what?

You know we can't afford
to lose her

and we'd regret losing you.

Sometimes I feel
like you must feel.

Aren't you carrying art
a little far, even as a hobby?

Did you ever see an exciting
photograph of an egg?

Honey, the only time an egg can
excite me is when I'm hungry.

Katherine Grant studio.
This is her sister speaking.

Oh! Uh, just a minute.

- The monster.
- I'm busy!

One minute, please.

Come on, let the man apologize

so you can stop fooling around

with a tired egg
and get back to work.

I don't need that job,
there are other places,

where the managing editor
won't try to conceal

his own ignorance
by belittling my work.

Oh, you'll break Henry's heart
if you don't go back.

Come on, be a sport.

Yes.

Ms. Grant, on behalf of my wife
and three children

who must eat,
I apologize for what I said

this morning and beg you
to return to work.

Are you insinuating
you were forced

to make this call by Mr. Fulton?

Well, I only know what I know.

Mr. Christley, I defy you
to prove that I have ever

taken advantage of my friendship
with Mr. Fulton.

I ask for no soft assignments,
no special courtesies.

I see, uh, may I take you
at your word, Ms. Grant?

Naturally. Why?

Well, the interborough vehicular
river tunnel project

is well undennay.

Would you, uh,

would you care to crawl
into the hole

and point your talented
camera at what goes on?

You mean, under the river
while they're still digging?

Mr. Christley,
you know that that's not

my type of photography.

Perhaps, later,
when the tunnel's finished

and there's an opportunity
to achieve

some geometric patterns
with lights and shadows.

But the point is,
my dear young lady

that there wouldn't be any
tunnel if it weren't for the men

who are risking their lives
in creating it right now.

We're interested in them,
not the walls.

Of course, if you demand
some preferred assignment,

naturally, I'm helpless to...

Alright, alright.

I told you I'll take whatever
I'm assigned

regardless of the childish,
revengeful spirit behind it.

You go ahead and make
the necessary arrangements.

A... and don't forget
to feed your wife.

- You're in again?
- "In" is right.

In a hole under the east river!

Photographing
all those groundhogs?

Sandhogs.

Will you tell me
why it's become a crime

to photograph inanimate beauty?

Why must there be
only crossed legs

and rouged faces
and grime and sweat?

Oh, don't look at me,
I had a bath this morning.

Now we're under the river.

Before we reach the point
at which the men are working,

we have to go through
the compression tank.

Some people collapse
at that point.

Others, on the way out.

Do I have my choice?

Well, we're all subject
to the bends.

Nitrogen bubbles
in the blood stream.

That's from the high pressure
we have to maintain

to equalize the water pressure
around us.

Liberty boat. Let's get going.

Oh, let me take your things,
Ms. Grant.

No, thanks.
I always pay my own way.

Hurry up,
I got a date with an angel

in a dive on second Avenue.

Who's that?

Guess they're getting
short of men.

Visitor, Mike, take it easy.

Okay, Mike.

Well, I don't feel
the difference.

The only place you will feel it
is in your ears.

If you do, hold your nose
and blow like this.

It's like deep sea diving.

We increase the air pressure
in this tank until it equals

the pressure under which the men
are working in the tunnel.

Could I take a picture of this?

Help yourself.

Give me the heading.

Come on, you apes.
Come on, get the iron there.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

That's right. Come on.

On the phone.

- _ yo!
- Moran...

Stick your ear
into the phone and listen.

I'm bringing a woman down.

- On the company's time?
- Stop clowning.

She's a photographer
from "mirror magazine,"

and is going to shoot some
pictures of the men working.

So, for the love of mud,
have them watch their language.

What's the temperature in here?

- Way over a 100.
- Quiet down.

Quiet! Quiet! Quiet up there.

When I say quiet,
I want it quiet.

Listen, you flatheads,
there's a lady comin' down,

so the cussin' is out.

If you can't talk without
cussin', then make faces.

What's the idea
of bringin' a dame down here?

Don't they know it's bad luck?

I'm gettin' outta here
while I got my health.

You can suit yourself about
that, but whatever happens,

keep your snouts out of the
gutter, you muck-covered baboons

or I'll kick you out
of your hairy hides and throw...

Moran!

Mr. Taylor,
the men say they won't work

while there's a woman
in the tunnel.

It's an old superstition.

There's nothin'
I can do about it.

They're a jinx underground.

We ain't invitin' trouble.

Well, I'm sorry.
I... I didn't realize.

You see, they told me
that this was where I'd find

real honest-to-goodness
fearless men.

Nobody mentioned anything
about superstitious children.

Well, you heard what the lady
said. Come on, back to work.

Back to work.
Come on, come on, come on.

And mind your language.

Thank you very much.

Mr. Morrisey,
might I have your assistance

with this slave bracelet?

Mr. Hanagan,
it's a pleasure to help you.

And it's my turn
to carry the heavy end.

Thank you, Mr. Hanagan.

What you expected?

It's like small-time vaudeville!

Easy, easy.

Little over this way.

Lower. Lower.

Little more. Little more.

That's it.

Pardon me. What do you do?

I'm a butterfly presser.

I mean, what's your title?

No titles down here.
We're all democrats.

What do you want?

- Would you like to pose for me?
- I didn't bring my butterflies.

Now, look, you needn't be cute.

I just need a fairly human
model for some pictures.

That's out.
My mamma done told me.

Ryan, I'd suggest you cooperate
with Ms. Grant.

The president of the company
has seen fit to do so.

- Maybe she's his type.
- Listen, you...

Hey, Ryan, get to it now.

Pardon me, folks. Work.

- Sorry, Ms. Grant.
- Oh, that's alright.

After all, the sun isn't
shining and he's a groundhog.

- Come on, lean on it, boys.
- Listen, Superman...

For two bits, I'd slug that big
yap of yours shut so tight...

Shut up, both of you.
Stand back. Take it away.

Okay.

Take it easy. That's it.

That's it.

Here it comes, Ryan.

Look what's down there.

Hey, Jack, Willie,
pipe the Jeep.

How about iookin' up here
so we can see your kisser?

What are you doin'
Thursday night?

Hiya, babe.
How about taking my picture?

Mr. Taylor, can he lean
a little farther out?

Ryan, lean out a little
more. Make it look good.

- A little more.
- Little further, Ryan.

I can't see her face,
but she looks kind of cute.

Hey, watch the plate!
What are you doing up there?

- Ms. Grant, are you hurt?
- No. No, I'm alright.

Fast thinkin', miss, but
now they know you're a jinx.

Alright, men, get him
into the compression tank.

Three of you, easy now.
He may have busted somethin'.

- — You better go with them.
- Alright.

Get that plate back in place.

Come on, come on,
get back to work.

Where do you think you are,
you baboons?

Why don't you watch
what you're doin'?

- Come on, back to work.
- Okay, punks...

Come on. Break it up!
Break it up...

Okay, take it away.

Get me the clinic.

Moran speakin'. Had an accident.

Do you think he'll be alright?

Lady, he's an irishman.

He's either alright now
or he's dead.

It was all my fault.

Hadn't been for you
that nutcracker

would have beaned him.

But you should have stood out
of the tunnel.

Here comes Ryan.
Come on, quit stallin'.

Shake your head
and see what happens.

Nothin' loose.

Are you still here?

Is that the thanks she gets for
saving your no—good life, huh?

Who do you think rolled you out
of the way of that powder puff?

- She did?
- She did.

A man can't turn his back
without... thanks.

If you'd quit showin'
off in front of skirts

you wouldn't be taking spills.

Who was showin' off?

She asked me
to lean out, didn't you?

I didn't mean for you
to lean that far.

Pay no attention to him, lady.

You big, bull-headed goof.

Trying to blame a woman for
them mud barges he calls feet.

One more crack from any of
you and you get a free lump.

Jiggers, kids.
Superman's gettin' sore.

Maybe he thinks the lady's
gonna save him again.

Oh, here, gentlemen!

Oh, no! Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help! Help!

Oh, help! Help!

Now, who was sayin' what?

Hiya, doc.

Hey, it's the doc
with the checker.

Clancy. Clancy.

It's the doc
with the checker, come on.

- Morrisey.
- Morrisey.

Come on, Morrisey.

The doc and the checker.
Come on, get up.

Put him on the bench,
right there.

Come on, Morrisey. Come on.

Oh, come on, sit down.

What about that one?

- Huh? Oh, Pete!
- Wake up, Pete.

Pete, come on. Wake up, Pete!

- Come on, Morrisey.
- Let's put him on the bench.

Breathe deep, that's right.
The doc and the checker.

- Let's put him on the bench.
- Come on.

- Hiya, men.
- Hi.

You're bleeding.

Don't tell a soul
or I'll get fired.

Confidentially,
I was in a fight.

Funny, the way the doctor
got the wrong patient.

You men are quite loyal
to each other, aren't you?

Against outsiders.

Oh, you can take
the chip off your shoulder.

I'll be out of here
in a few minutes,

and I don't expect to return.

There's no chip.

I still don't think you're a
jinx but you're just not my type

of dame, that's all.

Type of dame?

You've been on the prowl
ever since you met me.

Aren't you old enough
to know it?

What...

Why, you conceited ape!

Maybe there's somethin' about
you I could like, I don't know.

Right now I'm booked solid,
so I figured I'd wise you up

that you're wasting
your time. End of the line.

You... you are living proof
that men

can exist without mentality.

Is it actually within the limits

of your exalted ego to believe

that a woman of education
andlove

of the finer graces
could fall for you?

I don't get all that.

Well, may I put it this way?

At home, in my bedroom, I have
an inanimate object, a chair

that has ten times more
quality and character than you.

- A chair?
- A chair, Mr. Groundhog.

Good day.

A chair.

Hey, mush mouth,
this belongs to the lady.

If you run, you can catch her.

Hey, wait a minute.
I'll see that she gets it.

- How about a ride back?
- No, dearie, you're too knobby.

Well, next time I'll...

- Safe to come in?
- Yes, alright.

I'm dying to see the ape.

Can he talk or does he
just grunt and make signs?

Wait till you see his picture.

A mental throwback
to the alphabet soup era.

Maybe we could put him under
contract and exhibit him.

Wowie! King Kong!

Looks as though he would eat
his own folks.

That's a good picture.
The lighting on the shoulder.

Yeah, I'll say it is!
Wait till I call the mob.

Oh, no, hoppy!

Hey, come see what Kate
found in a hole.

- A mouse?
- Oh, where?

No, the abysmal brute. Come on.

What? What is it? Come on.

- Ladies and gentlemen, it.
- Well, what is it?

It's a tableau representing
the brotherhood of man.

It's one sandhog
against the world.

The world being the other
three sandhogs he knocked out.

He did all that alone?
He's sweet.

Well, he's the nearest thing
to primordial man

I've ever encountered.

And the one encounter
was more than enough.

But, Kate, one can't be expected

to have all those muscles
and think.

Well, dear, christley wanted you
to photograph life in the raw.

- And you've given it to him.
- With onions.

Christley is not getting
that picture for publication.

Huh? Why not?

Well, Henry,
if that were published

those men would lose their jobs.

I don't want to be
responsible for that.

Excuse me.

You know,
beneath her exalted exterior

there actually beats a heart.

Holy...

You left this in the tunnel.

Well, thanks,
I was going to phone.

And while I'm here,
I'd like to see that chair.

- What chair?
- The one that's better than me.

Well, perhaps
I was exaggerating a little.

I can decide that.
Just show me the chair.

Alright.

- This?
- That.

What do I owe you?

An apology.

A chair is supposed to be made
to sit on. I sat.

I'm not speaking
about the chair.

You made certain remarks today.

I'd rather hear about the chair.

What was it you said?

That it had ten times more
quality and character than me?

"Had" is right. Will you go now?

You kind of spoiled
my supper tonight.

When a guy gets a feeling
he knows a little about women

and then along comes
something like you

it puts him right back
in short pants.

How was that chair
better than me?

Well, it had grace
and quiet dignity

and beauty.

Naturally, you don't understand.

I think you're talkin' through
your ears.

Like I said, a chair is made
to hold people up.

That one couldn't. I can.

Uh, put me down this minute.

If you want to leave a chair,
you get up and walk away

from it.
Try and get away from me.

If you don't let me go,
I'll scream for help.

Now you've got something
to scream about.

Oh, you, you coward.
Kissing a woman.

What am I supposed to kiss?

Well, I feel better now. I've
got my long pants on again.

Wait a minute.
What are you insinuating now?

Why didn't you scream?

I'm no child.

I see you're not.
But I don't think you know it.

No, I might get interested.
So long.

Superman!

Mr. Ryan,
of all the conceited...

Look, everybody.
See, see what I found.

Isn't he gorgeous? Superman.

Mr. Ryan,
these are friends of mine.

Now, this is Mr. Ryan, the
sandhog you saw in the pictures.

He-he just came
to return a tripod.

In the bedroom?

Well, couldn't he return
it in the living room?

- Ms. Mcdonnell, Mr. Ryan.
- Hello.

- And my sister, Ms. Grant.
- How do you do?

Mr. Fulton, the publisher
of "mirror magazine."

- How are you?
- Mr. Dunbar, the playwright.

- How'd you do?
- Mr. Kent, the, urn...

And Mr. Roger winant,
the composer.

Kate was telling us
how you destroyed local 908

of your union today.

- Only three.
- Oh, don't be bashful, man.

We know there must have been
a dozen.

I said there was three.

"Were" three, chum.

Thanks, doll face.

But you haven't a Mark.
Did you blow 'em down?

Oh, leave him alone.

My dear, do you think
we could harm this viking?

Perhaps, Mr. Ryan
would like to enlarge

on the gory details.

Great idea.
Act it out, will you?

I'll give you some
background music.

- That's enough.
- It's okay, babe.

Well, if you really want
to hear it...

We're breathless.

May sound sort of bragging.

Oh, naturally.

Well, as I said,
there were three of them.

- Weren't you frightened?
- No.

I always remember something
my father told me years ago.

He said, "if it's Saturday night
and a horse steps on your head,

get out of the gutter
because you're drunk."

Get it?

Frankly, no.

So, the three of them
come charging in.

Clancy leads with his stomach,
like yours.

So I hook him, like that,
only harder.

Then I grabbed
the other two guys and banged

their heads together. Clunk.

- Ow!
- Like that.

After that we all had a beer
and went home.

Oh, what does it say in the
book about head bandages?

So long.

So long, kid.
Thanks for the laughs.

Darling, I think you owe me
an explanation.

About what?

About what happened
in the other room.

I haven't the slightest idea.

Oh, don't say that.

Which of the new
plays interested you?

I see. No, I missed
abie's "Irish Rose."

Have you read any
good books lately?

Books? B-o-o-k-s.

Well, of course, if you
have no mind to read.

Or even if you're of no mind.

Pardon me, your... your spoon,
it's in your coffee cup

and it's likely to be
in your eye.

So, at last,
he's driven you crazy.

Oh, hello.

- Dreams again last night?
- Mm-hmm.

Those liver pills
didn't help, eh?

Well, as the brainy half
of this sister act

it's up to me
to pull you through the crisis.

But how the devil
do you fight dreams?

Hoppy, I think
I have the answer.

- Honestly?
- Mm-hmm.

I've analyzed the situation

coldly and without prejudice.

What is upsetting me
to the point

where I can no longer
call my emotions my own?

Not the man himself,
but dreams about him.

Therefore, I've decided to
have such dreams when I'm awake

and have some control
over my mind.

You've been talking that way
since you were six years old.

It must have been something
mother ate.

You interrupted
one of my conscious dreams.

Mr. Ryan's having breakfast
with me.

I see. It was something
mother ate.

You will note
that Ryan is completely

without the glamour
he assumes at night.

He's simply a muddy man
who works in a tunnel.

His shoes are dirty, his napkin
is tucked under his chin.

He goes blank when I mention
books and plays

and he's utterly incapable
of contributing

to an intelligent conversation.

Pardon? Toothpicks?
No, I'm sorry.

No. You have a cavity?

Uh, yes-yes, I see.

Oh, certainly you may
use your fork.

Oh, hello, hilda. Just
pretend you're not here.

Doesn't he pick his teeth
gracefully? Duck!

Aren't you glad I warned you?

The man's utterly
without breeding.

If he did what I think he did,
I ought to kick his ears off.

Hoppy, isn't it marvelous?

He's becoming revolting.

Great. Only how do you know
that's the way he actually is?

Well, I...

Of course, it could be

that you've imagined him
correctly

down to his last tooth.

So, if I am correct

a few well-chosen hours
with the mug

would snap me
out of this adolescent daze.

Hoppy, I'll deliberately see him

and make these things happen.

Well, I don't see
that it's necessary

to carry things that far.
What if something went wrong?

You're likely to find yourself
living in a tunnel for two.

I know what I'm doing,
and I have faith

in my own intelligence.

Well, I haven't.
And furthermore, I...

Oh, answer that, hoppy,
will you?

I'm going to make a phone call.

Alright, alright, I'm coming.

Doorbells should ring once and
then electrocute the ringer.

Won't you come in?

Do you know anything about this?

Go get your sister.

Ryan. Ryan, Ryan, Ryan...

Like rabbits.

I can't find him,
do you think he might be listed

in the business directory
under "sandhog?"

He's in the living room
under his hat.

He is?

Hey, I thought your approach
was to be strictly scientific?

What do you suppose he wants?

Well, I think
there's been a mistake.

- A mistake?
- Hmm.

Hello.

- Sweet kid.
- What's the matter?

You knew I'd be in a jam the
minute this picture was printed.

But to make yourself
look good on the job,

you're willing to turn it in
and get me

four months' suspension.

How did they get this?

Look, if I want acting,
I'd go to a show.

But I swear I had nothing...
Hoppy!

Mr. Ryan, before you make
any accusations,

you should be ready
to prove your statements.

You took the picture,
didn't you?

For that magazine, wasn't it?

So now, at a time when I
need every cent I can get,

along comes this, and
I get tossed out on my ear.

- Hoppy!
- Coming, sister dear.

- Well?
- Nice, isn't it?

You knew this particular
picture was not to be released.

- Now, who got it?
- Henry.

But why didn't you tell me?

After the way this gorilla
cracked Henry's skull,

he had every right to print it.

Who does he think he is anyway

barging into people's
apartments uninvited?

- Keeping them awake nights.
- Awake nights?

- What are you talking about?
- Why, certainly...

- She hasn't been able to...
- She's hysterical.

Mr. Ryan, I was not responsible

for the publication
of this picture.

I want you to believe me.

Okay. Doesn't help anything,
but I'll take your word for it.

Of course, I... I was involved
to the extent of

taking it and not destroying
the negative.

Forget it.

But you've been suspended
at a time

when you say you need
money badly.

If it's a question
of going hungry...

Who's going hungry?

You angling
to toss some charity my way?

No, I'd like to offer you a job

for the duration
of your suspension.

Working for you? Like what?

Well, I... I have certain plans.

I get it. Lady, I told you once
I don't want to play.

If you want to buy
some muscles, go out

and get a cheap cut of beef.

Why, you...
Listen, you big ape...

I'm not interested
in your nauseating charm.

I was offering you a job!

What can I do around here?

Well, you... you could carry
heavy equipment, couldn't you?

With the proper training,
you might even learn

to turn on a light
by snapping a switch.

No posing?

No, Mr. Ryan,
you have my permission

to conceal your magnificent
figure at all times

under an overcoat
and three heavy blankets.

Man's got to be careful
these days. What's the pay?

- — What were you getting?
- A 150 a week.

- Well, naturally that's...
- I know. What can you afford?

Say, 35? 40 at the most.

Well, I wouldn't take the job
if I didn't figure

you owe me something.

I'll start at 35 and
find out if I'm worth 40.

- That's a deal.
- What do I do first?

Take off your hat.

Backstage at
the Marquis theatre.

Sounds good.

A day in the lives of 40 little
bleached, arrested mentalities.

It's a wonderful assignment.

People like to know about them.

What people? You, for instance?

- I already know.
- Oh, naturally.

Ryan, I hope there's no need

to warn you about any horseplay.

Remember,
we're here on business.

Yes, teacher.

You can do without the humor,

especially when it isn't.

You wait here
while I get the stage manager.

- Mr. Ryan, Mr. Sweetzer.
- How do you do?

- Hello.
- Now let's see.

Give me the camera.

Say, that's quite an effect,
isn't it?

- Yes, it is.
- Back home we call it a rope.

Believe it or not, you were
trying to catch a streetcar.

If you can spare the time,
Mr. Ryan,

there's some work to be done.

Visitors, girls!

Girls, this is
Ms. Katherine Grant and...

- Hello.
- Jim Ryan. Hi.

These people are from
the "mirror magazine"

and I want you to give
them your fullest cooperation.

If you should need me,
Ms. Grant...

We won't.

I'll be right down the hall.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Mr. Ryan. Are you going
to skip poor little me?

Not if I can help it.

- You for me.
- Oh.

Oh, I'm just crazy
for "mirror magazine."

Give me a break,
will you, beauty?

What a job.
Sure thing, cushions.

Uh, the name's Darlene.

Now, how do you want me to pose?

Strictly legit or, uh,
ran ky-tan ky.

Oh, uh, I leave all
the picture-taking

to my assistant over there.

I can show you how to look good,
though.

Oh. Oh, you're awfully nice.

But most men are.

- Uh, get up on the table.
- Alrighty.

Uh, cross you legs.

Now, turn a little more, so we
can get a little more of the...

Yeah, that's good...

-_ Ryan! Huh?

- — Oh, be back in a minute.
- Alright.

I thought you understood
this is no time

for personal projects.
Now, stand by.

What're you beefing about?
I just lined up the snappiest

fruit basket in the show
for a picture.

Oh, I suppose that took effort.

All I know is what men
like to see in a picture.

Why don't you take a look?

What is she?
An old friend as of today?

Come on, be a good guy.
Give the kid a break.

- No.
- Why not?

We're interested only
in certain types.

Oh, afraid, huh?

Afraid I might bag a homer
with your boyfriend here?

I'm wise, sister.

- My boyfriend?
- Looks like her round.

Well, far be it from me
to hide a light from a bushel.

If that's what the great
American public wants,

we'll give it to 'em.

- Alright. Smile, miss, uh...
- Darlene.

- Now, try to look intelligent.
- Huh?

- Thank you.
- Hey, my face was open.

- I wasn't ready.
- Oh, you look great, honey.

With your picture on the cover,
we'll sell

two million magazines.

- See you later, huh?
- Uh-huh.

One at a time, girls.
We'll get around to all of you.

Take my word for it.

Ryan, you're an absolute genius.

Not only do those girls
think you're my boss,

but they also believe
you own the magazine.

Can I help it
if I look like an executive?

And that Darlene.

Where on earth could she
find a name like that?

Sounds like a substitute
for butter.

She's a swell kid.

I'm well aware of your opinion

but I don't have
to share it, do I?

She can do five shows a day.
Can you do that?

Those simple little dance steps?

I've seen children dance better
than that, on their hands.

And if I bleached my hair,
I could look just

as cheap and tough
as Darlene and six friends.

Maybe you could, at that.
You better watch yourself.

You know, you're not a bad egg,
nothing razzle-dazzle,

but you could be a lot of woman
if you ever got the urge.

You're talking to your employer,
Ryan.

I like it. You got brains,
ability, good looks.

Everything a man admires
in a woman.

Well, thanks.

- Say, are we working tonight?
- No.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Then would you be as sweet as
you look and lend me your car?

- What?
- Thanks. You're a pal.

I, uh, I maneuvered
a date with Darlene.

Oh, that's fine.

In these times, with my tires,
you're going joy riding.

Oh, no, you got me wrong,
all I want to do is park it out

in front of her apartment
for a flash.

After all,
I'm supposed to be a big shot.

You know, this is wonderful,
positively wonderful.

- Exactly as I'd hoped.
- What's wonderful?

You're proving my point,
you ape.

Hmm. Look at her,
brazen, bleached,

not a brain in her head.

- What'd she do to you?
- Nothing.

Only wouldn't you know
she'd be just the type for Ryan?

They were attracted to each
other like syrup to a pancake.

Can't be this light
that's turning you green.

I told you, you can't
fight fire by eating it.

I'm doing alright.

One more day like this and I'll
be so fed up with the man,

it'll be an effort
to listen to his name.

- I don't think.
- Who's here besides Roger?

- Henry.
- Oh, what does he want?

Don't ask me.
He's your boyfriend.

- Hello?
- Oh, hello, dear.

I had hopes that you might
be lonely this evening.

Lonely? With 200 pounds
of manhood on her payroll?

Who told you that?

- Wasn't I supposed to tell?
- Tell what?

She hired that big sandhog
as an assistant

in a crazy attempt
to get fed up with him.

- Silliest idea I ever heard of.
- I don't think it's silly.

I ate a whole jar of honey once.

- What?
- Period.

You hired that,
that ditch digger

who was here the other night?

Mm-hmm.
Is there a law against it?

Well, what does he know
about photography?

Nothing.

Have you lost your mind, Kate?

Are you letting yourself
be completely swayed

by emotionalism?

Oh, no. Exactly the opposite.

I was attracted to the man.

Now I'm deliberately proving

how ridiculous
that attraction is.

- But you were attracted.
- — Isn't that what she said?

Katherine,
I insist that you end this

association immediately.

Go ahead and insist.

Meanwhile, I'll continue

settling my own problems
in my own way.

Katherine Grant speaking.

Hi. This is Ryan.

Say, uh, how'd that picture
of Darlene come out?

Where are you?

It did, huh? That's great.

Ryan, you'd better tell
that girl immediately

that her picture
will not be used.

On the cover, huh?
Hey, that's a break, isn't it?

Yeah, she'll be glad
to hear it. Won't you, honey?

Oh, gee, yeah!

Listen to me, I don't care
what you do, but I demand

the return of my car right now!
Do you understand?

- Right, right now.
- Oh, sure, I'll explain.

It takes a couple of weeks
before publication. Yeah.

Well, don't work too hard, kid.
Goodnight.

Oh, gee, you're wonderful!

Just keep that in mind.

Oh, morning.

Nice to see you, too.

This should be very interesting.

Oh, you mean about the car?

Well, it was so late last night
when I finished,

I figured it'd be better...

Finished what?

Are you kidding?

Well, I'm not surprised to learn

why you're in need of money.

But if you think I'm gonna
let you use your job with me

as a persuasive influence
the blondeness of Broadway...

You mean, I'm a bad boy?

You're positively disgusting.

Fair enough.

- Oh, you owe me one day's pay.
- Are you quitting?

- Well, wasn't I just fired?
- No. You...

You were being reprimanded.

Oh, well, let's get to work.

You know, I was thinking, those
girls at the theater yesterday

were okay but I know a spot

that's got some
that are really choice.

Want me to show you today?

No, we're working right here.

Oh, anything good?

Special assignment.
The body beautiful.

Oh, where is she?

- Who?
- The, uh, what you said.

All ready.

- Alright?
- Hm? Oh, yes, yes.

This way, Mr. Brice.

Will you stand by the pedestal,
please?

Oh, Ryan,
at the annual convention

of physical culture directors,

Mr. Brice was voted to have

the most beautiful body
in america.

This is my assistant, Mr. Ryan,
Mr. Brice.

- Glad to know you.
- It's a pleasure, Ryan.

What was the idea of that?

Sorry, I guess I don't know
my own strength.

- Mr. Brice, if you...
- Catching a guy off guard, eh?

I said I was sorry.

Come on, introduce us again.

Come on, shake hands
fair and square, I dare you.

Say, what's going on there?

Stop that! Here.

I happen to be paying
your salary, Ryan.

You can play games
on your own time.

Now get down.

Wise guy.

Tip that light down a little,
will you?

The one near his right shoulder.

- Sorry, pal.
- What happened?

- He poked me!
- I did not.

I was fixing the light
and my elbow slipped.

Ryan, I'll thank you
to concentrate on your duties.

Adjust the light above him.

I want to accentuate
those chest muscles.

Chest muscles.

Now, take your
position, please, Mr. Brice.

Yes, give me a little more of...

Hm. Hm. That's enough.

Now, tip the light
a little more this way.

More.

There, that's it.

Now tighten it there.

Idoodit

Ryan!

I guess I tightened it
too loose.

Oh, are you hurt?

What are you trying to do?
Kill me?

Not by hitting you on the head.

No, no, no! Here, here, here,
stop it!

- Stop, stop!
- Go on. Let him go.

I'll toss him out the window.

Stop it! Mr. Brice,
there's work to be done.

Now, now, now let's do it.

Ryan, clear this mess
out of the way.

You just told me
not to touch him.

You know what I'm talking about.
Now do it.

Y... you, you take your position.

Goodness.

Alright, Mr. Brice,
now let's see.

Now turn around,
let's see the back.

Fine, that should be good.

Get it up, Ryan.

Ryan. Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Never mind, I'll take care
of that. Get back.

Will you turn around?

Little higher.

There, that's alright.

That's fine. Leave it alone.

Alright, Mr. Brice. Hold it.

It's a still picture, Mr. Brice.
Stop rippling those muscles.

Alright. Okay, now I'm going
to take one more for protection.

After this, we'll take
one with the barbell.

Get it for him, Ryan.

There, that's fine.
Give him the barbell, Ryan.

Sure.

Here you are, pal.

Oh! Oh!

Ryan! Have you gone mad?

- Oh, Mr. Brice! Ryan!
- He's a strong man, isn't he?

If I can throw it, he ought
to be able to catch it.

Get me up. I'll kill him!

Get out, you! Get out of here.

You better go take a walk
or something.

You mean so he won't kill me?

Oh, get out! No, come here
and help him.

No. Why should I help somebody
I don't like?

So long, atlas.

Oh, hello, Mr. Brice. Resting?

That's probably Henry.

Will you tell him
I'll be with him in a minute?

Yeah.

- Oh, hello, Roger.
- Hello, hoppy.

Come on in.

- It's Roger.
- W... why?

Why not?
Food and drink here are free.

Hello, Kate. Ready?

I'm sorry, Roger. I'm dining
with Henry this evening.

No need to be sorry.
Henry has to work.

I'm entertaining you tonight
at his expense.

Well, of all the...
Why didn't he phone?

There might have been something
else I'd rather do, you know.

That's what he's afraid of.

Go on out with him, Katie.

Any man as understanding
as Roger

deserves the best food
Henry can buy.

Might as well.

Say, eat a good square meal,
will you, Roger

and stop raiding our ice box.

I brought this myself. A nickel.

Oh, spendthrift.

Where's your sandhog?

Probably in his cage
for the night. Bye, hoppy.

- Goodbye, kids. Have fun.
- Goodbye, hoppy.

How is the campaign coming?
Has he nauseated you yet?

Well, confidentially,
I'm not making much headway.

Whatever he does, he does well.

Maybe you've never had
him out of his element.

As a matter of fact, I haven't,
except by imagination.

Well, imagination is alright
for people with no teeth

but you're young enough
to face things.

You want to prove he's a lout,
huh?

Well, do it.

Take him to a literary tea
at conde's

or the open forum at carnegie.

Places where he'd stand
out like a starched penguin.

Wouldn't that be a touch
on the nasty side?

Oh, I wouldn't wish the
treatment on a neighbor's cat

but if you honestly want
to get fed up with the man...

As long as I have time
on my hands this evening.

What...
What are you going to do?

Oh, excuse me!

- May I ask?
- You may.

We're being honored at dinner,
I hope

by the presence of
James Ryan, esquire, local 908.

Kate, you're not going to...

You look very nice, dear.

I love this place.

You could be thrown into a panic

by a waiter with squeaky shoes.

This way, sir.

Roger, wake up, he's coming.

Oh, Katie.

- Well, look at you!
- Oh, hello.

Ryan, you remember Roger.

Oh, the little piano player.
How are you?

This is quite a joint,
I've got a rich uncle

who was buried in one of these.

Ryan, I'm... I'm sorry our
assignment has fallen through

but the people we were
to photograph

have canceled their reservation.

I don't blame them. Why don't we
get out of here?

Oh, Ryan, miss Grant and I
are celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Well, Tchaikovsky and I
have just composed a number

which looks like being a hit.

Perhaps, you'd join us
for dinner, would you?

If this is your idea
of celebrating, I'm game.

Oh, good.

Say, Tchaikovsky is dead,
isn't he?

That's right.

How do you feel?

What's "soupe du jour?"

I'll have it. You have it, too.

- I... I'll have it, too.
- What's this here?

Ah, monsieur, that is corned
beef and cabbage.

Why don't they put it down?
I'll have some of that...

Three bucks for corned beef
and cabbage?

Ryan, not so loud.

I'll bet you couldn't lift
three bucks' worth

of corned beef and cabbage.

Monsieur is complaining?

The name isn't monsieur,
it's Ryan.

This is miss Grant,
and that's Mr. Roger.

Get off your horse.

Glad to know you.
My name is O'Conner.

- How are you?
- Patrick aloysius.

Now look, pal. We got roped
in here on a bum steer.

What's the word?

Confidentially, the corned
beef and cabbage stinks.

- What's good then?
- Nothing.

Nothing in the joint is good.

Now, uh, don't be letting
on that I wised you up

but did you ever hear of a
place by the name of Murphy's?

Did I ever hear of Murphy's?

Hey, that's an idea.
Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll show you how to eat.
Thanks, O'Conner.

Tell Murphy that I ain't
been able to be around lately.

On the account of me old lady
is using me

for red cross bandages.

Sure, I'll do it.

You owe for two drinks, bud.

- Adios, butch.
- Now you're talking.

Here you are, pal.

Oh, here you are.

What're you doin'
in here? Come on, let's go home.

Come on, or else...

Drinks?

- Coffee.
- Milk.

Not bad for four bits, huh?

I know men with ulcers
who'd give $10 for a whiff.

And whatever else Murphy is,
he's certainly generous.

Come on, eat up. You've needed
something like this for years.

Just how do you mean that?

Don't get touchy,
I mean you need

a little ketchup in your life.

- What a thought.
- Ketchup.

Well, blow my torch,
if it ain't Superman.

How are you, noisy?

You remember Clancy. Miss Grant.

Oh, lady bad luck,
glad to see you.

Hiya, Clancy. The name's
Kate. How's things in the cave?

The name's Roger.
Glad to know you, pal.

Who you hitting?

Thought it was the custom.

The tunnel ain't been the same
without you.

Not a good fight in two days.

What's happened to Morrisey?

He'd challenge a dead duck.

He's in the back room
with the mob,

spoilin' for a brawl.

Come on, bring your friend.

No, we just came in here
for a bite.

The lady means she's a lady.

The lady means
she didn't want Ryan

to lose his beautiful teeth.

Lead on, Clancy.

Now there's a woman
with a head of her own.

She get like this often?

Only when annoyed by men
named Ryan.

- Hey! Look what I found.
- Hello.

Hey, what's the idea? You
know the rules. No dames.

Morrisey,
your mouth is too loud.

You know, all I've heard
from sandhogs

are rules against women.

It would be interesting
to learn how a sandhog is born.

That's telling them,
miss Kate. Grab a chair.

Oh, don't be so formal.
Call me toots.

- Hiya, slaves.
- Oh, Superman.

- The old windbag himself.
- This is Roger.

He's a friend of miss Grant's.

I guess you remember her
from the tunnel.

I'd give a buck and a half
if I could forget her.

She cost you your job. What
are you hanging around her for?

Or am I being too commercial?

I could poke you in the nose
for an answer.

When you grow up, you could.

Oh, and there's plenty of room
to fight here.

Now, you stay out of this,
Peter,

or I'll join in and choose you.

You try a punch
and I'll be in it.

- Which side?
- Either side.

Waiter, could I have a check?

Well, somebody hit somebody
so we can get goin'.

- Now, wait a minute...
- Let him alone.

I wanna see if
I can send him through the door

without opening it.

Oh, now listen to me,
all of you,

you're acting like
a bunch of children.

What good is fighting
if you don't know

what you're fighting for?

We're gonna see who's head man.

I've no illusions.

The head man doesn't get there

by brute strength.

He... he uses a combination
of qualities.

Brains, agility.

Hey, that sounds like dirty
fighting to me.

Shut up, and listen.

Tell them what you mean,
so I can understand it better.

Well, I mean, here you are

ready to beat each other's
brains out

over a simple argument that

could be settled without a blow.

- Like how?
- Like ho...

- Roger, get over to the piano.
- Oh, yeah.

Now, the rest of you,
move this table out of the way.

Come on. Well, come on!

Come on, you heard
what the lady said.

Put it over there, will you?

That Ryan sure picks some pips.
Now look what he brings.

I remember as a girl
we used this method

to decide who was our natural
leaden

- what are you getting at?
- Musical chairs.

Musical chairs with these
kiddies?

Well, why not? They want
to find out who's the boss.

Why should everybody
bleed to death?

Now let's see.
One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine.

Now I want eight chairs.

One, two, three, four,
five, six.

Now two more. You see?

There's one less chair
than there are men.

Now you form a circle
around here.

Come on. Right over here.

And you keep marching
so long as the music plays.

The minute it stops,
you sit down.

The one who's left without
a chair is out. See?

I remember this.
This is a game for babies.

What else do you think you are?

Oh, no, come on, boys.
Oh, please.

Now if you'll give me
half a chance

I'll prove to you
the superiority

of mind over a broken jaw.

Yeah, let toots show us
how it works.

- Bring back the chairs.
- Thank you, Clancy.

Put that down, Roger, and play.
Go on.

Now, alright, march.

Now remember, grab a chair
when the music stops.

Oh, no, no. Don't fight, boys.
Just sit down.

No! Not here. Wait.

Stop it!

Oh, my goodness! No, stop.

Here, here, get up! No, stop it.

Who hit me?

No, no, Clancy.

Clancy, y... you're eliminated.

- Now where are the chairs?
- Here.

- Here's mine.
- Alright, put them down.

Put them down.
Just like they were.

That right. That's fine now.
Here.

Alright? Now we're ready again.

Roger.

Now, boys, don't fight.
Use your heads. Use your heads.

Alright, you're eliminated.

Oh, no, boys, you haven't got
the idea at all.

Now play it right.

Now, now, now. Stop it. Stop it!

Alright.

He horned in after I sat
down. That ain't fair.

What are you talking about,
I sat while you're

trying to make up your big,
fat mind.

No, no, no. Morrisey, I'm sorry,

Pete was here first.

Yeah? I'm staying
where I'm sittin'.

Oh, you are? Boys.

Oh, making your own rules, huh?

Let go of me now, you goofs.
Let go of me, you goofs.

Let go of me.

You're right, this is
a lot better than fightin'.

Well!

I could have dropped you off at
your place, the same as Roger.

After all,
the champ deserves the best.

It'll be simpler
to take the subway.

- Goodnight.
- Ryan...

Yeah?

You don't think much of me,
do you?

What difference does it make?

- I'd like to know why.
- I didn't say I don't like you.

You looked pretty good tonight
with your hair down.

Could have had any sandhog
in the place.

Except you.

Do you want me?

- Why should I?
- Then quit playin'.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You see what your trouble is?
Your head's full of hash.

If you'd say,
"Ryan, I'm nuts about you."

You might find out I feel
the same way about you.

Instead of that,
you play Chinese checkers.

What on earth gave you the idea
that I'm nuts about you?

- Well, are you or aren't you?
- Well, of course not.

Then what do you want from me?
Why can't I catch the subway?

Go ahead and catch it.

Would you mind if I quit my job?

If you want to.
But do you mind telling me why?

Because the longer I'm
around you, the goofier I get.

I'm a grown man,
I've taken care of myself

ever since I was a kid.

By my standards,
I'm as good as anybody on earth.

And then you come along and I
start asking myself questions.

Like maybe one person
is better than another

and there couldn't be
any real happiness,

just momentary infatuation.

Yeah. Yeah, how did you know?

Because I'm nuts about you,
Ryan.

Well, I'm not nuts.
Katherine Grant, are you drunk?

Where are your manners?
Can't you see she's busy?

Katherine.

I'll see you inside, hoppy.

Ryan, if my own sister
hasn't the willpower

to do as she intended,
I'll do it.

If you want to avoid
a kick in the pants

you'd better clear
out of here and stay out.

What's she talking about?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Have you lost your head
completely?

Do you deny that ever
since you met the man

you've been deliberately
plotting to make a fool of him?

Tell me that wasn't your plan.

Yeah, go ahead, tell her.

He's got me all mixed up.

You see, that was my intention,
but I...

Why do you lie to involve
yourself?

You know you've been making
a game of ridiculing him.

Pretending to be attracted,
so you'd be fed up

with him as quickly as possible.

You've even told that to Henry.

To Henry, huh?

Hoppy, would you please
go inside?

I want to talk to Ryan.

No need. I know what you'd say.

That maybe you weren't on the
level before, but you are now.

That wouldn't be right.

In the morning,
you'd wake up cold-blooded

with that same old routine about

maybe one person
is better than another.

I guessed right the first time,
kid.

You're a phony
from heel to heel.

Sleep good.

It's a pretty serious
proposition.

If they have to call off
the project for good,

the city will lose millions.

You want me to go down
and photograph a hole

that's filled up?

No, not exactly.

You see, there's a man who
says he can save the tunnel

and they're giving him
a chance to prove it today.

- How's he going to do it?
- Now that I don't know.

I realize that this is a spot
news assignment,

a bit off your block,
but it's darned important,

and, after all,
you're familiar with the work.

Okay. But the idea of one man
saving an entire tunnel project

sounds like aunt minnie's
pipe dream. What's his name?

Uh, Ryan. James Ryan.

- Ryan?
- Do you know him?

Not as well as I thought.

The facts are these

this tunnel project
has been condemned

because of cave-ins
and escaping pressure

that make it impossible
for the men to continue working

with any degree of safety.

A few years ago,
Ryan went to work as a sandhog

to familiarize himself
with the problems

of undennater construction.

During this time,
he's developed a machine

which he claims will
permit resumption of work.

Well, we don't know,
but if what he claims is true

then Ryan will have
accomplished something

that's been attempted
for years without success.

Can't we go in for pictures?

Sorry, but we're not risking
any more lives

than is absolutely necessary.

There'll be only the officials

and the volunteer sandhog group.

Here's your chance to speak
to Ryan now

and photograph his machine.

Couldn't you have hired a small
boy to carry all this junk?

What's he saying?

He's still having trouble
getting the pressure up.

The air is blowing
right into the river.

Ryan, these people
want to ask some questions

and take a few pictures.

Oh, the press, huh?

I, I used to be in the racket
myself.

What about the machine?

Well, the idea for this machine
came to me

while I was watching a
sideshow barker at coney island.

This barker put
a chemical powder

into a glass of water
and froze it.

Of course, the trick
was supposed to have been magic.

It took me a couple of months at
engineering school to find out

that it was simply a well-known
endothermic chemical reaction.

- How do you spell it?
- I don't.

So here we are, the chemical
in this feedbox here

is forced through these pipes
and into the drills here,

goes from the drills
into the muck

freezing any portion
of the tunnel end

to prevent cave-ins
and pressure escapes.

- Mind looking this way?
- Any questions?

We'll fire the questions
if it works.

All set, Ryan. The pressure
is as steady as she'll ever be.

- Okay. Hey, Clancy.
- Follow me, please.

Right with you, as soon
as we finish this hand.

Now, you knucklehead.

Comin', Superman.

Sorry, they won't let you
photograph

the machine in action.

He's sorry about the nicest
things.

A publicity break like that
would be a great help right now.

- Good luck.
- Hope I don't need it.

Hey, Ryan, am I in charge
of your water remover?

- Give me those flashbulbs.
- What goes on?

Didn't I tell you to take it
in through the machine lock?

- Yeah, so you did.
- Keep your mouth shut.

I'm gonna photograph
that machine in action.

Didn't I tell you I'd meet
you inside in the high air?

So what the devil
do you wanna know?

What are you waiting for,
you brainless baboons?

Hello, kid,
where's your girlfriend?

Um, she, uh...

Oh, I forgot.
You ain't very bright.

Well, come on, you lugs,
we can't keep

that air high till doomsday.

What's your hurry? We're workin'
for nothin', my high and mighty.

- And it is doomsday.
- Oh, pardon me, dearie.

I forgot you were a bundle
of nerves.

Gentlemen, uh...

You can see it from up here.

Then you'll be able
to get back in the tank

in a hurry if anything happens.

I'll be down with the crew.

Here's hopin'.

I'm not worried.

Alright in there?

Not enough pressure
to begin to hold back that pump

when they loosen the boards.

It's as high as we can get it.

Ryan knows what he's up against

and he still claims
he can do it.

The trouble with me is,
I keep volunteering

for things without thinking.

Some morning I'm gonna wake
up in the maternity ward.

Did you expect a ride
in the tunnel of love?

Bring it down easy.

Keep it comin'.

Come on, easy.

Alright, hold it there.

Morrisey, get a power hookup
for the machine.

Right.

I see eight spots ready to give.

And Bury us in muck in two
seconds flat.

I see six spots where we could
get sucked into the river bed.

Those spots you're seeing
are from bad booze.

Come on, give me a hand,
get the cover off.

All set? Give her the juice.

Throw it out there, you guys.

Untangle that line.

You all set? Alright.

Now there can't be
any mistakes in this

because your first one
will be your last.

When you yank that boarding
loose, yank it all the way.

Get clear or we'll be shoving
these drills through your backs.

Got to freeze that muck
before it can Bury us.

Do you understand?

Okay. You give us the count.

Alright, one, two, three...

Here we go!

We're holding our own.

Wait. What's happening?

It's working.
She's slowing down.

Why wouldn't it work,
buccaneers? This is my baby.

I'll hang on till it's up
to my ears, but no longer.

- It's a dame.
- It's that bad-luck dame.

Get her out of here!

No, I'm alright.
Get back to your drill.

I got to get you out of here
and see that you're safe.

No, please.

Alright, you guys. Hurry up.

It's gaining on you.
Get in there.

Mike, get ready to grab
that track.

Here they come, boys.

- Everything alright?
- What happened?

Did it work or didn't it?

It didn't.

Hold it... hold it, fellas.

You know, we had a little
tough luck.

- — Everyone accounted for?
- Yeah.

Well, gentlemen,
officially the test

must be classed as a failure.

If you have anything
to add to that, go ahead.

I guess not.

Except that the cave-ins can't
be controlled with one machine.

- If we had six...
- Well, thanks for trying.

- Thanks.
- Thank you, boys.

You fellas tried hard.

I want you to know
I appreciate it.

I'll see you above when
this mob clears out of here.

Where's Kate?

What happened to you?
You look like a mud pie.

Ryan.

Why don't you get out of here?

I had to ask you if there's
anything in the world I can do

to make up for the trouble
icaused.

No. Anything else?

I wish things
had turned out differently

because... I admire you so much,

and I, I believe in your ability

and... I was pulling for you
with all my heart.

Look, the farther you step out
of your stall to square things

the more it smells like charity.

You don't owe me anything.

And if you did,
I wouldn't collect it.

That's clear, isn't it?

What's he pouting about?

- Oh, shut up.
- Yeah, shut up.

Oh, I see.

Clancy, we've got to help him.

I was trying to figure...
What do you mean "we?"

You and Roger and I.

There's something lost in there
that might mean

all the difference in the world
to Ryan's chances.

Lady, anything that's lost
in there is going to stay lost.

- I've got to get that camera.
- Have you gone daffy?

You mean that the three of us
should traipse right back

in there where it took ten men
to get you out?

But they were caught in the
mud. We can go along the wall.

Wait a minute, apart from
being afraid of the dark

I hate tunnels,
even after they are finished.

Clancy, those officials
weren't close enough

to see that his machine
was having any effect.

If we can get the camera
and the film isn't ruined,

the pictures will show
that the machine

was actually stopping the muck.

Why do you say it that way

so I feel like
I ain't doing all I can?

You've answered your own
question. Let's get out of here.

Shut up.

It might be that the muck
has plugged those leaks

so that the pressure
has built up again.

- We could take a look.
- Oh, Clancy, you're a darling.

But that ain't saying
we're going all the way in.

Blow your nose like this.

Oh! Oh!

End of the line.

I wish I knew what it was like
up there now.

If it's like I think it is,
I got no business down here.

Well, the air pressure
seems to be holding it back.

- Come on, let's try it.
- Uh..

Should I roll up my trousers?

I'm alright.

Over there is where
I lost the camera.

- Here?
- Now, let's see, I...

I was standing
facing the tunnel and...

When it broke, I...

I must have thrown it that way.

You didn't stand there,
you were under there.

What am I supposed to do?
There's not even a piano.

Feel for the camera, Roger,
it's bound to be here.

Alright, I've got a grip.

- Okay.
- Let's see.

Whoa!

- Muck!
- Roger!

There's the first reason why we

should have stood out
in the tunnel.

Roger, what on earth
were you doing?

I don't remember.

- Oh! Roger!
- Must've been good. Look!

Oh! Oh.

Oh. Careful.

Come on.

This was taken right
after they applied the drill.

You remember my flash light
bulb going off at the time.

And this was taken
a minute later.

Now you can see that the machine

has cut the flow of muck
to less than half.

If Ryan and the men hadn't
stopped to rescue me,

I'm certain
they would have completed

the experiment successfully.

Look, you can see here

that the cave-in
which buried the machine

is developing
at a different point.

You say this picture
was taken first.

- And this second?
- Yes.

How do we know
they're not reversed?

Well, among other things,

by the relative amount of mud
on the men.

How could they be cleaner
in a later picture?

It's a fact, sir,
that the dang thing

was on the level
doing its stuff.

Apparently it was.

Too bad we couldn't see more
clearly at the time.

But now that you have proof,
don't you think it worthwhile

to finance Ryan in construction

of enough of these
machines to save the tunnel?

Well, that would take
some discussion.

Of course, we thank you for
this very encouraging evidence.

Thank you, if you do
give him another chance,

I must insist on one thing.

Yes?

Don't tell him
why you're doing it

other than that you think
he deserves another try.

I mean,
don't mention these pictures.

Is there any particular reason?

Well, I prefer that he didn't
feel indebted to me in any way.

Well, I'm willing to oblige you

but I must say
I don't understand.

Very few men do
understand, each other, I mean.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

"Katherine Grant,
prominent magazine photographer

today announced
her engagement to Henry fulton,

publisher of "mirror magazine."

Date of the wedding
is indefinite

but the engagement
is to be celebrated tonight

"by a group of intimate
friends of the bride—to-be."

Well, that's the most
sensible news

this paper has printed in years.

- So he finally did it.
- Mm.

Oh, why waste words on him?

He put me in my place

and it's a darn good place,
if you ask me.

Well, I agree, don't I?

Romantic marriage went out
with smelling salts.

Today, it's a common-sense
institution

and if you don't have
intelligence enough

to better your position,
then you deserve

to fall in love
and starve to death.

Okay, okay.

Quit poking your chin out at me,
I'm on your side.

What do you want from me?

An argument, you dope.

Oh, Kate.

Oh, sorry.

- Mr. James Ryan.
- Who wants to see him?

Roger winant.

- Come in here.
- Oh, thank you.

Sit down.

According to the river bottom
samples, we won't have

any more trouble
till we reach this point.

Start doubling your bracings
50 feet before you get to it.

Be sure that Clancy and his
special crew is standing by.

There's a Mr. Roger to see you.

Roger? Oh, send him in.

- And, uh, miss, uh...
- Maggis.

Is getting a little impatient.

Tell her I'll be out
in a couple of minutes.

Okay.

You can go in,
and you wait here.

Hello, Ryan.

Quite a busy place you've got,
if you don't mind mud.

- Dust off a chair for yourself.
- Oh, thanks.

Listen, big shot.

Oh, Darlene,
this is Roger winant.

- He's a friend of miss Grant's.
- I'm very happy.

Listen, if you invite a lady for
dinner, you take her to dinner.

I've been sittin' on that hard
bench so long, my...

- How soon will you be ready?
- I'll be out pretty soon...

If Roger doesn't have
anything important on his mind.

Oh, I wouldn't have bothered
you, except that my, uh,

carrier pigeon was sick.

Okay, panty waist.
Wrap it up, will you?

Yes, ma'am.

What brought you out
in fresh air?

Have you read
this morning's paper?

Haven't had time.

There's a picture of you
on the front page,

almost recognizable.

Never mind me.
What brought you here?

Don't rush me,
I'm being diplomatic.

There's also an announcement
of Kate's engagement to Henry

right alongside the obituaries.

Congratulate her for me.
He's a nice fellow.

Are we talking
about the same Henry?

Look, Roger,
you're a sweet little guy,

but what brought you here?

I think Kate should be
marrying you instead of Henry.

- What does she think?
- She knows it.

I see.

What did she say?

Nothing.

But I know for a fact that
from the first,

Kate fell for you
like a ton of oats

and in trying to prove
you were no good for her

she proved just the opposite.

Then why is she marrying Henry?

You ask that
with your toes bruised

from the kicks
you've planted on her?

And if you ever
feel like taking any bows

for what you're doing here,
it might interest you to know

that Kate's responsible
for the second chance you got.

- No.
- Yes.

We went back into the tunnel
with Clancy.

I fell down and came up
loaded with Kate's camera.

Then she presented
photographic proof

to the officials
that your machine would work.

Why can't that woman
let me alone? I've got pride.

Just once in his life
a guy likes to feel

that he's getting somewhere
on his own.

What are you trying
to tell me, that I'm a stooge?

Personally, Ryan,
I think you're a goof.

Hoppy, you show
all the brilliance

of an Italian general.

Sophie, will you be kind enough

to keep your eyes
in their own sockets?

Play your hand as you see fit,
my dear.

I'm simply outmaneuvering her.

You're getting a little bald,
Henry.

Please, dear.

Do they have to make so much
noise in there?

We can't concentrate.

May I ask if you've picked
up the nine of clubs?

You may, but I won't tell you.

When you pick up a card, hoppy,
you're supposed to lay one down.

I know rules
are aggravating, dear,

but so is the way you play.

You put things so nicely, Henry.

All the charm
of an eight-year-old brat.

- Hello.
- Yeah?

Well?

If you would be so kind
as to remove your bodyguard,

I and you could settle
this thing, man to man.

Alright, hilda. Settle what?

Oh, you know
what I'm talking about.

A guy named Ryan.

Nothing remains to be settled
about Ryan

and it's obvious
you don't realize

you've intruded
into my engagement party.

Oh, now don't give me
that ersatz.

This is strictly a front.

You're still just bursting
your stays trying to get my man.

- Your man?
- Yeah, my man.

Oh, now, lookie here,
fluffy face. Don't get me mad.

'Cause if I get mad, I'm liable
to throw you a dirty look

and where I look dirty,

no grass grows. Ever.

It so happens that I'm not after
Ryan, and he's not after me.

Okay, okay, okay,
so he's not after you,

but he ain't forgot you.

So I'm just warning you to keep
your chassis out of the way.

Now is that enlightenment
clear enough?

Or do I gotta make it clearer?

Apparently Ryan
didn't teach you anything.

You punched me!

So she did, right on the button.

Did you think
I wasn't gonna to show up?

See... see what I mean?

Katherine, this is
positively fantastic.

Did you have the audacity
to invite this man here tonight?

No, that was
somebody else's idea.

- Hey, put me down!
- Pardon me, folks. Come on.

- No, Ryan, put him down.
- Put me down!

Ryan, put him down. No, look...

They've locked the door.

Ryan, just what do you think
you're doing?

You had it fixed, huh?

You know, once you said
this chair

had more character than I did.

I think you were moving
a little fast there.

Ryan, if you don't release me
this instant,

I'll call the police.

Go ahead and call.

I think you're moving
too fast again.

So I thought we better
have a little check-up.

Well, figure it this way.

The law allows you to have
only one of us,

and we all want you

regardless of what's
been said on both sides.

Well, uh...
Go ahead, make your pick.

Katherine, are you going
to be a party to this nonsense?

You big ape.

That makes you an ape's wife.

Oh, no!

Goodbye, Henry.

Oh! Oh, Ryan. Ryan, here I am.

Hey, hey, hey. Let her go!

No, no, hop.
Somebody open the door for him.

Thanks, pal. Drop over
for dinner sometime.

- Tomorrow night?
- Oh, no, not tomorrow night.