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♪ Here's the story ♪

♪ Of a lovely lady ♪

♪ Who was bringing up ♪

♪ Three very lovely girls ♪

♪ All of them had hair of gold ♪

♪ Like their mother ♪

♪ The youngest one in curls ♪

♪ It's the story of a man named Brady ♪

♪ Who was busy with three boys of his own ♪

♪ They were four men living all together ♪

♪ Yet they were all alone ♪

♪ Till the one day when the lady met this fellow ♪

♪ And they knew that it was much more than a hunch ♪

♪ That this group must somehow form a family ♪

♪ That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch ♪

♪ That's the way we became the Brady Bunch. ♪

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Greg, can you help me?

You know all about cameras.

What's the matter?

Well, the last picture I took was number seven.

I guess I turned it too hard

because it went all the way past eight.

The next number coming up is nine.

So?

So I don't want to miss a picture.

I spent a whole allowance on that film.

How do I get it back to eight?

You can't get it back to eight.

( sighs )

Boy, some camera expert you are.

Well, I might as well get it over with.

Mom, I have something important I want to tell you.

What is it?

Well...

I'm very hungry.

Yes...

Well, that's it.

I'd say he has more on his mind than food.

I'd say you were right.

Hi, Dad.

Hi, son. What'd your mother say?

I didn't tell her yet.

Hey, I thought that was the first order

of business right after breakfast.

It slipped my mind.

You know, rushing around,

trying to get off to school on time.

You could've told her after school.

Well, it got kind of late by then.

Besides, I thought maybe I could use a little...

A little help?

Yeah.

Come on, we'll tell her together.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, hi, honey.

Hi, sweetheart. Hi, Greg.

Hey, something smells good in the kitchen.

Yeah, it's meat loaf.

Oh.

Yeah, sure smells good.

Real good!

Is something wrong?

No, no, honey, nothing's wrong.

It's, uh, just that, um...

Well, Greg has something he wants to tell you.

Dad, really, I think it'd be better if maybe you told her.

No, you tell her. It's all right.

Something is wrong.

I should've known when you tried to tell me before.

No, honey, believe me, nothing's wrong.

Honest, it...

In fact, it's kind of great.

Oh, yeah, it's so great that both of you

are too chicken to tell me what it is.

Well, Mom, it has to do with football.

What?

Football.

I guess you don't know too much about football.

I do, too.

That's that game on TV that you and your father watch

where all those great big guys try to kill each other.

What about football?

Uh, you see, I made the football team at school.

Honey, the coach says

he's a natural flanker back.

Oh, no. No son of mine is going to play football

with those two-ton monsters.

Oh, honey, the football players you see on television--

those are pros.

We're talking about high school football.

Oh, no, Mike, I don't care

if you're talking about kindergarten.

Oh, Carol, the coach wouldn't pick Greg to be on the team

if he didn't think Greg was up to it.

He's not going to

take unnecessary chances with the boys.

Yeah, and Dad, tell her about

all the great things football does for you.

Right. He'll learn the importance of teamwork--

of being part of a team.

Yeah, teamwork.

Sure, learn how to win gracefully.

Yeah, win gracefully.

Lose with dignity. And lose with...

What do you mean lose?

I'm sorry, Greg, but football is out.

Mom, a guy can get hurt right in his own home.

Like falling in a bathtub.

Oh, sure, but he doesn't have two other guys

in the bathtub with him trying to knock him down.

Carol, I think you're being overly concerned about this.

Gosh, um, thousands of kids play football every week.

CAROL: Well...

Hmm?

Maybe you're right.

Does it really mean so much to you, Greg?

Yeah, it does, Mom.

Well, okay.

But it doesn't mean that I'm still not going to worry.

( laughs gently )

Thanks, Mom.

Thanks, Dad. You're welcome.

Oh come on honey, don't worry.

He can take care of himself.

Why couldn't he go out for something like the debating team.

Because you would be afraid of him spraining his tounge.

Now that isn't nice Mike.

I thought it tasted like lemon.

It tasted more like lime to me.

How do you like that?

The best cake I've ever created and I go

and forget my own secret recipe.

Well, I hope you keep it Alice. Me too.

Thanks girls.

I got it Alice. This time I really got it.

Whatever it is, don't give it to the rest of the kids.

I got a football play.

It's a variation on an out-out pattern.

What's an all-out pattern?

Let me show you what I mean.

Ohh no!!

Was that something important?

Oh no, just a recipe that is going to

remain as big a mystery as the Sphinx.

Oh Alice, I'm sorry.

No problem, now what's this about an all-out pattern?

This is the offensive team here.

And this is the defense.

Oh, my money is on that team.

Those little guys are never going to get through those big, fat fellas.

The circles just mean they are the defensive team.

Okay, I got this play worked out where this guy fakes the hand-off

over here to this guy.

This guy comes out for the out,

works great on the blackboard.

Now I wish I can find some players to

try it out with.

Oh, I'll volunteer.

I don't know much about football, but I do

know I can personally fill out 2 or 3 of those circles.

Okay team, it's an all out pattern

Greg Brady version on two. Let's go.

Okay, hut 1, hut 2.

Now go long! Go long! Go long!!

(Car honk)

Interception!

Should I do all the cheers Greg?

You don't have to say all the words

just make all the moves so I can get the action shots.

Okay.

Now that's what I'd call one of the fringe benefits

of high school football.

That's Linette Carter--

one of the cheerleaders.

Isn't she darling?

Any way you look at her.

Seems like she's got a bit of a crush on Greg.

Well, I'd rather have him crushed that way

than on a football field.

( giggling )

I don't even do this many routines

in a whole football game.

Let's take a break.

I think I got some good shots.

I didn't know you were an expert with the camera.

Oh, well, it's just a hobby.

And besides, the way you look in that outfit,

the pictures can't help but come out good.

I stopped by to watch football practice the other day,

and you looked pretty terrific in your uniform.

That's just the shoulder pads and things.

Say, after the game this week,

would you like to go over to the pizza place with me?

I'd love to.

Great! And afterwards,

maybe we can go back to the victory dance...

Hey, Greg, if you fix my camera,

I'll take a picture of you.

Some other time, Bobby.

I'm Bobby, Greg's brother.

Hi.

This is Linette.

And we don't want our picture taken right now, okay?

How do you know?

You didn't even ask her.

Bobby, go do your homework.

I did it.

( chuckling )

Will you run along?

Listen to him-- just because he's on the football team.

When he's a big hero,

we'll be lucky if he even remembers us.

He's got to remember me.

I live here.

( giggling )

Hi, Mom.

Hi, Greg.

How was practice?

Oh, fine.

Did you...

Greg, you're hurt.

Oh, Mom, that's only a small...

That is the worst bruise I have ever seen in my life.

Now that is just why I'm so nervous

about your playing football.

That's not from practice.

I did that when I bumped my arm in math class.

Oh. Does it hurt?

No.

But I'll be glad to quit math if you think it's too dangerous.

Oh, you are terrible.

( shouting )

( whistle blows )

( whistle blowing )

I thought you'd be dressed and out by now, Greg.

Oh, hi, Coach.

No, I'm just running over

a couple of these new plays.

I really want to make first string.

Well, I know you do, son.

Now, come on, now, get out of here.

First practice game of the season's tomorrow, remember?

Like, how could I forget?

I expect my first-string players

to get home and get plenty of sleep tonight.

First string?!

That's right, Greg.

You're starting tomorrow.

Far out!

Well, don't get too excited about it.

It's just a practice game

until the regular season begins, now.

Every spot on the team is open.

You'll have to fight plenty hard to keep it.

Will I ever.

Greg?

Can I talk to you for a minute?

Sure, Bobby, but keep it short.

I got a lot of new plays to learn.

See that?

Yeah. So?

How come you take such good pictures,

and I take such rotten ones?

There are a lot of reasons, Bobby.

But you take good pictures for a guy your age.

I want to take good pictures for a guy your age.

Every time I take a picture,

everybody comes out looking dumb.

That's 'cause you try and pose them.

Next time, take a picture when they're not expecting it.

Then they never look stiff, they look natural.

Yeah! I get it!

Thanks, Greg.

Anytime.

Hey Greg.

Yuck!

These radishes are bitter!

Hey, that's not fair!

I was making a face!

Oh, come on, honey, where's your sense of humor?

Bobby, I look awful!

Where's your sense of humor Alice?

That's so tight.

Sorry.

Hey Petey

Peter

hmmm?

There's something I've got to tell you.

Can it wait?

No, it's very important.

( shouting, cheering )

( whistle blows )

( whistle blows )

Coach, really, I'm fine.

I just got the wind knocked out of me.

It's nothing, I'm ready to go back in.

You let me be the judge of that, huh?

You guys better get back to the game. Thanks.

Now lift up that jersey; I want to take a look at those ribs.

Okay.

See?

It's nothing but a bruise; just a little red.

Yeah, it might be a bruise.

Ow... And it might be something more.

Well, there's no sense taking a chance on it

just for a practice game.

But Coach...!

Now, I'm gonna have those ribs X-rayed

before I let you suit up for the opening game Friday.

Look, really, I'm fine.

Yeah. Don't argue about it, Greg.

I'm going to call your parents.

I think they should run you down

to your own doctor.

My parents...

Please, Coach, call my dad.

Okay, your dad.

Oh, no.

See what I mean?

Those ribs are pretty painful, aren't they?

Coach, the ribs are nothing.

It's telling my mother that's gonna be painful.

Yes, Martha, I know.

Yeah, oh, yeah, I will.

All... Well, look, I have to go now.

I'll call you later, okay? Bye.

Hi, honey. Hi, Greg.

Hello, sweetheart.

How come you're home so early?

Well, honey, uh...

Ah, I know. You were playing hooky.

I bet you watched Greg's football game.

No, not exactly.

That was an awfully short game, wasn't it?

Look, Carol, if you'll let me explain...

( Greg groans softly )

( grunts )

Greg, what's the matter?

Greg injured his rib.

It's nothing, Mom. The doctor says I'm fine.

Doctor?! You had to see the doctor?!

See, Dad? I told you she'd make a big deal out of it.

Well, look, son, a fractured rib isn't exactly a little deal.

A fractured rib?!

Just a hairline fracture.

A fracture is a fracture.

But I can still play-- the doctor even said so.

Mike, did he really say that?

Well, he says if he wears a rib protector of some kind,

he could possibly play,

but there's still a risk of a break.

Dad, he said only a slight risk.

And only if I get hit

in the exact same spot.

I-I'm sorry, Greg.

Mom, do you know the chances of getting hit

in exactly the same little spot?

Yes. Zero. Because you're not playing football.

Oh, Mom, that's...

Son, I'm afraid I'm with your mother this time.

Dad, I finally made first string.

Well, let's wait until the doctor says

the rib is completely healed.

Right.

But I'll miss the opening game!

Greg, if you get hurt again, you may miss

all the rest of the games.

Dinner is ready! And I got a surprise for you...

Barbecued ribs.

I thought everybody liked ribs.

( groans quietly )

My pictures are dry. You want to see them?

Some other time, Bobby, all right?

Please, just look at this one.

( laughs gently )

She's going to love that.

Here, look at the rest of them.

( Greg chuckles softly )

They're great, Bobby.

Coming from an expert like you,

that's a real compliment.

Bye.

Greg, are you guys finished developing

the pictures in there?

We want to wash our hair.

Yeah, we're finished.

Well, then, could you get your junk out?

Okay, okay.

You've got so much junk in here!

Why don't you take this stuff

down to the laundry room?

Because Alice told me to take this stuff

up here to the bathroom.

Did you get evicted again?

Yeah, every time someone wants to shampoo their hair

or wash some clothes.

( chuckles )

Greg, I suppose you think I let you down.

Dad, there's such a thing

as being too cautious.

Well, I think it's a matter of viewpoint.

You wanted to play so badly,

you were willing to take the risk.

We weren't.

You can understand that.

I guess.

But that football team means a lot to me.

Well, look, maybe you can find

another way to help them.

Sure, I could become the water boy

or equipment manager--

The stuff guys do who can't make the team.

All right-- those guys are making

a contribution, too, and they're having fun at it.

Dad, did you ever hear a cheering section

give a yell for the water boy?

I doubt it.

Is that why you want to play football?

For the cheers?

Dad, that's not what I mean.

It's... it's just that if I can't play,

I don't want any part of it.

Aw, Greg.

You remember what we told your mother

when she decided to let you play?

Teamwork?

Win gracefully?

Lose with dignity?

Yeah, I remember.

Right. That wasn't just a snow job, you know.

I meant that.

And I thought you meant it, too.

I did.

Okay, now you've lost something.

Take it like a man.

( door opens )

Phone call for Mr. Greg Brady.

Who is it?

I didn't ask.

But she sure sounds pretty.

( giggling )

If it's Linette, I'm about to get dumped.

( slaps )

Yeah, I know I was supposed to call, Linette.

It's just that you get busy and stuff.

Well, I was wondering why I didn't hear from you.

I just wanted to make sure your ribs were okay.

Well, yeah, I'm okay.

It's just that I didn't think you'd want to waste time

on an ex-football player.

Wow. That's really insulting.

Insulting?!

What do you mean, insulting?

You must think I'm a very shallow,

superficial kind of person,

if I like somebody just because he's on the football team.

I didn't mean it that way.

I guess I just wasn't thinking, honest.

Well, okay.

I'll see you at the game on Friday, right?

Well, I wasn't figuring on going to the game.

Why not?

I just didn't feel like it, you know what I mean?

Well, I guess.

I thought you could sit by the cheerleaders,

and we could watch together.

Maybe some other time, okay?

Or you could take some more pictures of me--

you know, giving cheers at a real game.

Let me think about it, Linette.

Okay. Good night, Greg.

Good night.

( sighs )

Okay, these are all alike.

( saying good-byes )

Now listen, you two guys.

Eat your own lunches, will you

and don't go trading off with the other kids.

It makes me feel unwanted.

Unwanted?! Your sandwiches get more for trade-ins

than anybody else's in the whole school.

Really?

Yeah. Once I traded

one of your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

for a turtle.

Thanks.

That's a real compliment.

Good-bye, kids. Have a good day.

( saying good-byes, blowing kisses )

Morning.

Good morning, Greg.

You gonna take pictures at school today?

Oh, just some of Linette leading cheers at the game today.

Oh, I'm glad you decided to go.

Well, Linette asked me-- you know.

Well, I got to run myself.

Good-bye, sweetheart.

Boy, what a mushy picture this is going to be.

( crowd yelling )

( blowing whistle )

( cheering )

( humming )

Got it!

Hey!

The phantom photographer strikes again.

Did you win?

No, they did, seven to six.

We got gypped!

The referee made a rotten call.

What happened?

I didn't see the play.

I was taking pictures of Linette.

Well, I saw the play.

Our guy caught a pass for a touchdown--

and I still say it was inbounds.

The referee said it was out?

Yeah. It's like this:

The score is 7-6, their favor.

Yeah? It's the last seconds of the game.

Last seconds.

And the only chance we have

is a long pass.

And they knew it, so they red dogged.

What's a red dog?

I'll show you.

PETER: A red dog...

No, no, no! Not the blackboard!

Was it something important, Alice?

Just a recipe that's been handed down

from generation to generation.

Ending with this one.

Hi, son.

Hi, Dad.

Peter told me the bad news.

Aw, the referee made a rotten call.

Yeah. What was the score?

Seven to six.

These are shots you took at the game?

Yeah, some pictures of Linette

doing her cheerleading stuff.

I wanted to get them ready

so I can give them to her tonight.

Hey, these are pretty good.

Thanks.

Hey, now that's a really good shot.

That's a good action shot.

I should've been watching the game on that one.

That's the play that lost it for us, right there--

and that's our pass receiver.

MIKE: Oh, yeah.

Well, that looks like a good catch.

You know, if you enlarge this,

you might be able to tell whether he was inbounds or not.

Yeah, yeah-- Dad, let's blow it up.

Yeah.

GREG: Hmm... you still can't tell if his foot's inbounds.

Blow it up some more.

Aw, there's no doubt about it, Greg.

He was inbounds.

GREG: Yeah.

Boy, I'll bet the coach would sure love to see this.

Yep.

Can I borrow your car, Dad?

Come on, I'll drive over with you. Okay.

( switch clicks )

Well, Greg, what did the coach say?

Is your team going to win now?

Ah, it's pretty hard to challenge

a judgment call, Mom.

But I think it'll give the coach

some good ammunition to fight with.

Yeah, he was pleased about the picture.

But go ahead and tell your mom the real news.

The real news...?

Well, Mom, I'm back on the team.

You're what?!

As official photographer.

Greg's gonna photograph the games

so the coach and team can study it later.

Yeah, I get a movie camera, a press pass, the whole works.

Well, thank goodness! That way you won't get hurt.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless I get a broken eyelash

from looking through the viewfinder.

Unless I break something else first.

It's no use.

It's lost forever.

Hang in there, Alice.

( sighs )

Hey, Greg,

here's the picture I took of Alice.

Is it okay?

( laughing ): That's funny.

Alice, you should see the expression on your face.

Better not show it to her. She won't like it.

Uh, let me see that, uh, young man.

Promise you won't get mad?

I promise.

But I don't promise to keep the promise.

Bobby!

You're mad.

I'm not! I love it!

It's the best picture you ever took in your life!

It is?!

Well, not of me,

but you got a picture of my secret recipe

on the blackboard in the background!

( laughing )

Bless your heart!

Look at that! I can see every ingredient!

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