All language subtitles for Bon sang ne peut mentir

JACK: ♪ Stand up and
cheer for Ridgeville

♪ As we rout the foe

♪ Strong and fearless

Jack, you'd better hurry
if you want hot wheat cakes.

Coming, honey.

♪ Stand up and
cheer for Ridgeville

♪ As we rout the foe

♪ Strong and fearless

♪ Proud and peerless

♪ Go! Go! Go!

♪ Stand up and
shout for Ridgeville

♪ Hail the red and blue

♪ We are here for
Here to cheer for

♪ Ridgeville U

One, two, up and do it.
ANN: Jack, will you hurry,
please?

Be right down
in a minute, hon.
Keep those wheat cakes hot

One, two, up and do it

Jack.

One, two, up and do it

ANN: Are you hurrying, dear?

Another 35 and I'll
be right down, hon.

One, two...

Young Junior
gonna have breakfast
with us, Miss Jackson?

I think so, May.

I hope he gets back
from the doctor's in time.

Not sick again?

Nothing serious.
Just his old trouble,
his eyes.

And what with this
rainy weather, his sinus has
been none too good.

Hmm.

Oh, May,
we'll have to get
rid of those flowers.

You know, Junior's hay fever.

Seems to me
like that boy's
getting worse.

Not at all.
Junior's just had
his share of bad luck.

After all, he's only a baby.
He'll outgrow it.

I don't know.
I've been in this
house for 15 years

He's sure taking his time.

We're not discussing
Junior's physical condition.

Now let's check on
those wheat cakes.

Yes, ma'am.

Jack, will you please hurry?
Everything's getting cold.

Coming, honey!

Watch out below.

Oh, Ja-Jack!

(BOTH GIGGLING)

Now, got a big kiss
for your husband?

Just as soon as I
catch my breath.

Breath? That's not
the girl I married

Since when does
the former Olympic
women's swimming champ

get out of breath?
As of now.

Now,
I'm ashamed of you, Ann.

I think you're gettin' old.
You're not the girl I married.

The girl you
married wants you

to sit down and
eat your breakfast.

The girl I married
was the greatest swimmer

to ever win in the Olympics,
and that was the day
that I proposed.

Oh, you never change.
The perennial college boy.

Now sit down,
and let's forget sports.

They belong in the scrapbooks,

and we sure have
our share of them,

all neatly bound.

So, as we grow older,
we can sit before
the fire and read them

and quietly
disintegrate together.

I hate to grow old.

Well, I must say,
you're doing it
rather gracefully.

I've never seen you
looking more attractive.

Pretty good shape
for a man of 41.

Still could get out
on that football field
at Ridgeville U,

and make those youngsters
watch their step.

Oh, no.
Not Ridgeville U
and football.

They just
haven't had a team
up there in years, Ann.

The kids today
just don't play
"guts" football.

Jack, Ridgeville is
a small university

You can't expect them to
beat a university like
Southern California.

When you and I went to school
and I played quarterback,

we beat Southern California.

Oh, sit down, dear,
and eat your breakfast

What a team we had that year.
Oh, boy!

Bronco Clayton.

There was a fullback for you.
Huh.

And Dusty Henrickson, an end.
Dynamite!

How do you want
your eggs, dear?

Big Butch Gorky.

There never was
a halfback like him.

How do you want your eggs,
Mr. Jackson?

And Pudgy Durkin,
lightning fast.
We had a team that year, Ann.

I tell you,
there'll never be football
like that again.

BOTH:
How do you want your eggs?

And in all due modesty,
I must say we'd have
never beaten USC

without
"Jarring" Jack Jackson

You know, they don't make you
All-American on pull.

Didn't get that name
"Jarring" Jack for nothin'.

None of this
fancy-pantsy dodging

like the kids
are doin' today.

You hunched yourself,
and you hit the line hard,

and you didn't go down
because somebody grabbed you.

You carried them
with you, right?
Right.

How do you want your eggs?

USC thought they had us.

(LAUGHING)
You remember, hon?

The score was six to nothing,
one minute to go,

twenty yards,
and they thought we'd pass!

Jack, I asked you a question.

Let me explain
it to you, hon,

so you'll see
it for yourself.

Here was the play. Here.

You play Stubby Cochran's
position, center.

I don't wanna play
Stubby Cochran's position!

He was a great center, Ann.
Almost made All-American.

Now stay down there. May?
Yes, sir.

You play end for USC.

Excuse me, Mr. Jackson.
I can't play end for USC.

The wheat cakes
will get cold.

Well, maybe you're right.
Play guard.

Play right off-center.
That's it.

Stay down there, hon.

All right, now watch it, May.
I'm coming around your end.

But, Mr. Jackson,
what about the wheat cakes?

Jack, this is ridiculous.

Stay down, hon.
We only got a minute to go

All right,
44, shift, 33, shift,
22, shift, 21, hike!

Oh.

Hi, folks

(BELLS CHIMING)

Are you hurt, Son?

No, sir.

Get up, boy.
Put your hands
up over your head.

Take a few deep breaths.
Come on. That's it.

You'll be all right.
You'll be...
Jack, stop that.

Here, dear. Let me help you.

Where are your glasses?

I don't know, Mother.

They must be
around here someplace.
Oh.

Well..

(BELLS CHIMING)

ANN: Oh, dear.

Oh!

Are you all right, dear?
Here, let me help you.

There.

Ah.

I'll be all right.
I'll just sit here at
the piano for a while.

Thanks, Dad.

Dad, wh-what were you doin'?

Oh, nothing. I was just...
Your father was
reliving his youth.

Well, dear,
you'd better go upstairs
and freshen up for breakfast.

All right, Mother.
I'll be down in a jiffy.
All right.

Oh, Mother, Dad,

do you notice
anything different
about me?

No.
You look the same to me, Son.

No. What is it?

Well, the lower half
of the brace is off,

and the other half
comes off next week.

That's wonderful, Junior!
I think so.

And I also have good news
from Dr. Hunter.
What?

He says that the liver shots
are working out
better than he expected,

and it'll only be
a question of time. Bye.

Ann,

you know that I love Junior
as well as any father
ever loved a son.

In fact, I've named
him Junior after me.

But how could
this have happened
to the two of us?

How could what have happened?

Let's face facts, Ann.

Look at you, look at me
and then look at Junior.

Is there nothing to this
doggone heredity business?

But, Jack, he's only a baby.

A baby?

He's graduating
from high school.

Yes, but he's just a child

A child?

Is that any excuse
for him to have hay fever

in both winter and summer,

to wear glasses
since he was six years old,

to have sinus trouble whether
it's raining or
whether it isn't raining?

For heaven's sakes,
Ann, what's he going to be
when he grows up?

It's frightening.

Jack, there's
nothing wrong with Junior,
physically.

Dr. Hunter says
it's psychosomatic.

Psychosomatic? What's that?

Well,
his ailments are brought on

by mental and
emotional disturbances

Well, who's disturbing him?

You are.

Me?

Don't be ridiculous.

You know there
isn't a better father
than I am.

I've given that
boy everything.

When he was six years old,
I built him a gym
out in the garage.

When he was 10 years old,

I gave him the finest
professional
football equipment.

Oh, no,
don't put the blame on me.
He's half yours.

Please, Jack, he'll hear you.

Well, I don't care if he...
If he does.

Let's eat our breakfast.

May. May!

ANN: Junior!
Hurry, your father's waiting.

I'll be right down, Mother.

I just have one
more nostril to go.

ANN: Come on, Junior.
Everything's ready.

I'm sorry I'm late, Dad.

I used your razor.
Do you mind?

Razor? What for?

Well, I--I'll be--
I'll be shavin' soon.

In--In fact,
it's startin' to come in
on my upper lip now. See?

Well, that's encouraging.

Just be careful you don't
cut yourself with it,
that's all.

Oh, I'll be careful,
but if anything did happen

I always have
my Boy Scout first-aid kit
with me at all times.

I'm not an Eagle Scout
for nothing, you know.

Huh.

Have some strawberries, Son.
Help yourself.

Oh, I'll have to
pass it up, Dad.

Why? Build you up.

Well, I...

Jack,
you know Junior's allergic
to strawberries.

He breaks out in a rash.

Oh, yeah, I forgot

That's all right, Dad,
but I'm taking shots for it.

Great. Well, what's next?

May!

Jack,
you don't have to bellow.
Hmm.

Boy, those look good.
Pass your plate, honey

Thank you.

That's it, Son.
Now I want you to eat
every one of those.

Put some syrup on there.

Now, dig in, boy.
Make a man of you.

Dad, I...
Oh, you want butter. Sure.

That-a-boy

Dad, I can't eat these.

Why not, boy?

Jack, you just go on and eat
and let Junior alone.

What's the matter?
Why can't you eat it, Son?

Well, Dad, I have too much
sugar content
in my system now,

which Dr. Hunter says
could ultimately

lead to diabetes
when I get older,

and I'm taking shots for it.

Shots!

Good night!

Say, these
wheat cakes are pretty good.

By the way,
where are the eggs?

May!

You want them with
the ham and the bacon?

Leave off the bacon, May.
I wanna lose some weight.

Just the ham and eggs.

Yes, sir.

What's
the matter with you, boy?

I'm waiting for my egg, sir.

An egg!

What kind of a breakfast
do you call that, anyway?

You're graduating
from high school.

You have to go on to college
and play football
like any other boy.

How do you expect to
do that on one egg?

That's my diet, sir.

Jack, leave the boy alone.
You're only
making him nervous.

He's making me nervous!

I can't eat a thing!

?
Now what are you doing

I'm preparing to
take my pill, Dad,

which will allow
me to eat the egg.

You want me to gain weight,
don't you?

Why don't you
just swallow it down
with water?

I can't take a pill
that way, sir. I gag.

Gag?

Look,

you just take the pill,
you put it on
the back of your tongue,

flush it down with
water and it's all over.

I've tried that,
sir, but I gag.

That's ridiculous.
You're not going to
grow up to be a sissy!

Jack, please.

Will you stay
out of this, Ann?

After all, I'm not a villain.

I have a perfect right
to show my own son
how to take a pill.

Now, Son, just relax,
and leave everything to me.

Have you got
another pill there?

Give it to me.

Now you take
your glass of water
in your right hand

Come on.
Take your pill in your left.

Stick out your tongue.

Way out.

Now put the pill
on the back of your tongue

Way back. That's it. Now,

flush it down with water.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Here. I'll help you.
Give me another pill.

All right, now open up

(SPUTTERING)

Flush it down.

Now you got it?

Good. Now, you see, Son,

it just takes a little guts
and a little doing.

Simple case of mind
over matter, right?

Now, Junior,
I'm going upstairs to dress,

but before I go to work,

I want to have
a little talk with you

See you in the den

(DOOR OPENING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

My favorite room.

Nothing like the old den
for a heart-to-heart talk.

I'm more proud of you
every time I come
in here, Dad.

I wanna be proud of you, Son.
That's why I wanna
have this little talk.

Now just sit down
and relax. Have one?

Oh, no, thank you, sir.

Go ahead. You're old enough.

Yes, sir.

Uh, I guess you're
not ready yet.

And don't call me "sir."

It sounds like
I'm training you
to be an English butler.

This is just man talk,
you and me.
So relax, Son.

Now,

what are your plans
for college?

Oh, well, Dad,
I thought that I'd...

You'd like to
go to Ridgeville.

That's natural

Your grandfather went there,
built the stadium.

Your mother went there,
and I went there.

I was
a nine-letter man myself.

So, naturally,
you'll be there.

Yes, the name
Ridgeville and Jackson
are one and the same thing

I know, Dad,
but I thought I'd like to...

You'd like to
try for the team?

You're a lucky boy, Junior.
I can help you there.

As it happens,
Coach Wheeler is
a very dear friend of mine

Matter of fact, I gave him
a new gym last year,

so I guess we won't
have any trouble there

But, Dad, I thought,
well, I'd like to join...

Join a fraternity.
Naturally, you'll be

an ALK man,
just like your dad.
Uh--uh--uh.

I guess we won't
have any trouble there

I gave the boys
a new house last year.

But, Dad...
Yes, you'll have
four grand years

at Ridgeville, Junior,

before you
come out to the plant
and take over in my place.

You've got
a good life, Junior.

Why,
I wish I were your age,
just starting out,

everything to
look forward to.

Oh, to be young again.

You're a lucky boy, Junior

Dad, could I-- could I
say something?
Certainly, Son

Well, sir,
I--I don't want you to think
that I'm disrespectful,

or that I don't
appreciate everything
you're tryin' to do for me.

Uh. Well, I have an idea.

You have an idea?
Uh. Yes, sir.

I--I wanna go to college,

but I don't wanna
go to Ridgeville.

Not go to Ridgeville?

Well, there's nothing wron
g with Ridgeville, sir.
It's just that

I became interested
in animal husbandry,

and there's
a very wonderful
school upstate.

Northern California Aggie.
It's a farm college,
and they're very progressive.

Northern California Aggie?

(YELLING) A farm college?

Well, yes, sir.
It's an experimental school,

and they're
doing wonders with animals.

For instance, the Dean of Men
crossed a pig with a hybrid,

and it's very
interesting what came out.
What?

A very short pig.

Uh. But the experiments
aren't finished yet, Dad.

And I thought I
might even become a vet
and work with animals,

'cause they're very different
than human beings.

Th-They can't tell you
when they're in pain.

Th-They have no way
of communicating
with you.

Therefore, one has to have
more feelings for them

than the ordinary doctor.

A-Am I making you understand,
Dad?

You're making me ill.

JACK: Are you standing
there telling me
that a son of mine,

a Jackson,
wants to go to some jerk
agricultural college

and study to be
a horse doctor?

You two boys
ought to be ashamed
of yourselves,

in here chatting
when there's so much to do

Jack, the car is waiting,
and Junior,
it's your graduation day.

Now, come along, Jack.

Jack.
Yeah, what is it?

Remember, be home early.

Junior's graduating tonight,
and the ceremonies start
at 7:30.

Don't worry,
I'll be there with bells on.

Cowbells.

"Jarring" Jack Jackson's son,

a horse doctor.

Mother,
what's wrong with Dad and me?
We don't get along.

Oh, you're just
imagining things.

Every boy has
certain disagreements

with his father.
That's natural.

All the time?
Is that natural?

But, Junior,
your father's heart is set
on your going to Ridgeville.

I know, Mother,
but I can't follow
in Dad's footsteps.

His shoes are too big,
and I feel
uncomfortable in them.

You understand.

Yes, I understand.

Sometimes I think
your father's the boy
and you're the man.

Now come along.

Everybody look this way!

Smile!

Attention!

PHOTOGRAPHER:
Now, that was very good.

(ALL CHATTERING)

Quiet, everybody.

I would now like
to get a picture
of the most popular boy,

president of
the student body,
Washington High School,

and the greatest athlete
who ever graduated,

Bill Baker.

All right, Bill. Steady.

Hey, Mr. Jackson,
that's my son, Bill.

(COUGHING)

That strapping, good-looking,
healthy specimen
belongs to you?

(COUGHING)

Wait a moment, sir.

I want you to
have a picture taken
with Babs Hunter,

the most beautiful girl
in our graduating class.

Babs, will you come up?

Babs looks wonderful, Doc.

You must be
very proud of her.

She's quite a girl.
Quite a girl.

Junior Jackson,
will you come here a minute?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

PHOTOGRAPHER:
No, not in the picture.

I want you to
hold the flashlight.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Now!

Thank you.

Hiya, Dad. How do you feel?

(COUGHING)
Fine, my boy. Fine

Uh, Mr. Jackson,
I want you to
meet my son, Bill.

Glad to meet you, young man.
Nice to know you, sir.

You've got quite
a boy there, Henry.
He's got quite a handshake.

Oh. Quite a boy.
Quite a boy.

Mr. Jackson,
I know this isn't
the time or the place,

but I was wondering
if you could see Bill

tomorrow,
on a little personal matter.

Of course.
I'd be glad to.

I'll see the two of you
at the plant
tomorrow morning.

Good luck to you, my boy.

I wish you were.

That heredity business
is all cockeyed.

Little Henry Baker

Oh, come on, Jack.
Let's have some punch.

Hello, Mother.
Hello, Dad.
Hello, Son

My, you look nice, Son.
Thank you.

Doesn't he, Jack?
Sure does.

Oh, take it easy, Dad.
I forgot. I'm sorry.

Anyway, congratulations, Son.

Thank you, Dad.
And thank you for the watch.

See, Mother?

"To Junior. Love, Dad.
" Oh, Jack, that's sweet

Congratulations, Junior.
Oh, thank you, Dr. Hunter.

I say, sir, would it
be all right with you
if I took Babs home tonight?

Why, certainly,
Junior, certainly.
Thank you.

Dad, may I have the car?
You see, I'd like, uh...

(CACKLING)

Of course, Son. You and Babs
have a good time.
Here are the keys.

Don't stay out too late.
Cuts down on your wind.

I'll be home early, Dad.

You sure you don't mind, sir?
Why, not at all, Junior.

Where is Babs?

I don't know, sir,
but I'll find her.

Little Henry Baker

Take it easy, girls.
I'll get writer's cramp.

Oh, Bill,
you haven't
signed mine yet.

And you promised
to sign mine, too.

Don't forget I have
the second dance with you.

And I have the third.
And I have the fourth.

Bill.

Thanks.
Thanks, Bill.

You're welcome.

Could I have
your autograph, too?

Babs, you can have
anything you want.
You sure look pretty tonight.

Thanks. You look
pretty good yourself.

Wanna dance?
I'd love to.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

May I have this dance,
Mrs. Johnson?

Why, I'd love to, Junior.

(LAUGHING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Here's a new dance
we ought to
show them how to do

♪ Gives us a chance
to really show them

♪ Something new

♪ Are you ready?

♪ Ready and waiting, sir

♪ Well, okay

♪ First you put your two knees
close up tight

♪ Then you sway
them to the left

♪ And then you sway
them to the right

♪ Then?

♪ Step around the floor
Kind of nice and light

♪ Then you twist
around and twist around
With all your might

♪ Wow!

♪ Stretch your loving arms
Straight out into space

♪ Do the Eagle Rock
with style and grace

♪ Swing your foot way around
Then bring it back

♪ Now that's what I
call balling the jack

BILL: ♪ First you put your
two knees close up tight

♪ Then you sway
them to the left

♪ And then you sway
them to the right

BABS: ♪ Then?

♪ Step around the floor
Kind of nice and light

BOTH: ♪ Then you twist
around and twist around
With all your might

♪ Wow!

♪ Stretch your loving arms
Straight out into space

♪ Do the Eagle Rock
with style and grace

♪ Swing your foot way around
Then bring it back

♪ Now that's what I
call balling the jack

♪ First
♪ Yes?

♪ Your knees up tight

♪ Then sway them
♪ Done

♪ To the left, to the right

♪ Step around the floor
Kind of nice and light

♪ Then twist

♪ With all your might, boy

♪ Your arms in space

♪ You do the Eagle Rock
With style and grace

♪ Swing your foot way around

♪ Then bring it back

BOTH:
♪ Now that's what we
call balling the jack

♪ Knees

ALL: ♪ Cuddle your knees,
close up tight

BOYS: ♪ Hep, hep
♪ To the left

GIRLS: ♪ Reverse
♪ To the right

♪ Then you
step around the floor
Kind of nice and light

♪ Then twist,
boy, with all your might

♪ Stretch
ALL: ♪ Stretch

♪ Out in space

♪ Do the Eagle Rock
with form and grace

BOYS: ♪ Your foot way round

GIRLS: ♪ Bring it back

ALL: ♪ That's what we
call balling the jack

♪ Stretch your loving arms

♪ With style and grace

♪ Swing your foot way around

♪ Bring it back

♪ Boy, boy, boy, move along

♪ That's what we call

♪ Balling the jack

(PEOPLE CLAPPING)

I can't understand it.

Henry Baker to
have a son like that.

I hope Junior and
Babs like each other.
She's such a sweet girl.

I think they'd
be a nice couple.

Little man to
have such a big son.

It just doesn't make sense.

Jack,
what are you mumbling about?

Oh, nothing.

It's amazing.

Just doesn't seem fair

I'm sorry we didn't get to
dance the last waltz together,
Junior.

I guess we missed each other,
but I looked for you.

Well, anyways,
you're taking me home,
and I'm with you.

You don't mind
taking Bill home,
do you?

No, not at all

Thanks, Junior.

This sure is a sweet car.

You're a lucky guy.

Put the radio on,
will you, Junior?

Yeah, sure.

(TURNING RADIO ON)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

Drive slowly
through the park,
huh, Junior?

♪ I'm in the mood for love

♪ Simply because
you're near me

♪ Funny,
but when you're near me

♪ I'm in the mood for love

♪ Why stop to think
of whether

♪ This little dream
might fade

♪ We've put our
hearts together

♪ Now we are one

♪ I'm not afraid

♪ If there's a cloud above

♪ If it should rain,
we'll let it

♪ But for tonight forget it

♪ I'm in the mood for love

Boy, you sure are a lucky guy
to have a girlfriend
like Babs.

Yep. Lucky guy.

(INTERCOM BUZZING)

Yes?
SECRETARY: Coach Wheeler is
here to see you, sir.

Coach Wheeler!
Yes, send him right in.
Yes, sir.

"Jarring" Jack Jackson.
Put it there!

Coach Wheeler,
you old son of a gun.
Glad to see you.

What's the beef?
No beef. I've got good news.

Ridgeville's
got a chance for
the Championship this year

On the level?
Yep. Here's the layout

There's a great athlete
in this town, Bill Baker.

Just graduated
from Washington High School.

His old man's
a bookkeeper someplace

Underpaid, hasn't got a cent,
works for some rich,
miserable guy,

so this kid
doesn't have the money
to go to college.

Uh, It's the old story, Jack.

Coach, uh,
I know this kid, Baker.

His father works for me.

He's my bookkeeper.

Well, Jack,
I--I didn't mean to...

That's all right, Coach.
Forget about it.

What do you want me to do?

Finance this kid
through school.

All right.
I'll do it on one condition.

When my son
comes to Ridgeville,

you've got to see that
he makes the team
and gets his letter.

But, Jack, be reasonable.

Your kid's never
played football.

Besides, he's too light.

So what?

He could be
another Sammy Baugh,
a great passer,

or Albie Booth,
a great kicker.

Well, it's possible, but..

There's no buts to it, Coach.

I want my kid to earn his
letter at Ridgeville more
than anything in life.

It's a package deal, Coach.

If you wanna
take Bill Baker,

you'll have to take my son.
Yes or no?

Oh, I need this Baker boy
like I need my right arm,

and I need your son, Junior,
like I need a...

Okay, it's a deal.

So long.
So long, Coach.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

My son's here.

(COUGHING)

Could you see him now,
Mr. Jackson?

Yes, send him right in.

Mr. Jackson.
Hi, Bill.

Sit down.

What's on your mind?
Well,
I was talking with my dad,

and he suggested
I come on over here

and ask you for
a job in your plant.

Well, aren't you planning
to go to college?

Well, I always wanted to,
but frankly,
we don't have the money.

What would you do if someone
offered you a chance
to go to Ridgeville,

all expenses paid?

I'd faint.
Well, don't faint,

because I'm going to make you
that offer.

But why?

Well, Bill,

you know my son, Junior?

Well, I spent a few hours
with him last night, but I
don't know him too well.

That's the point.

Well, I want you to
know him better, Bill.
You see, he's a great kid,

but he didn't turn out
the way I wanted him to.

I wanted him to
be more, more like you.

Well, maybe he's
just a different type.

You're so right.

That's why I thought

that maybe if the two of you
were roommates at Ridgeville,

that you could sort
of look after him.

Maybe you could
inspire him to be
an athlete like yourself.

You know, the strong
looking after the weak?

What does he say
about all this?

He doesn't know
anything about it.

And he must never know.

Well, what do you say?

Is it a deal?

It's a deal, Mr. Jackson.

But, you know, with Junior,
it's not gonna be too easy

I only hope I have
enough time left
to play football.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You're getting
closer to Ridgeville, Son.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes? Hello, dear.

Feeling fine, fine. Yes.

Delighted to have him
for dinner, certainly!

Good old Ben Green,
my old classmate.

Phi Beta Kappa,
smart as a whip.

Yes, I'll be home
early for dinner.

All right, dear. Bye.

Let me get this straight,
Ben.

Aren't you a doctor?

I'm a psychiatrist

You mean,
dealing with crazy people?
Oh, no, Dad.

A psychiatrist is a man who
helps people adjust to
their environment

and overcome inhibitions.
Huh?

Very good, son.

That, in essence,
is what we do.

You'd be
surprised how many people
need help and don't know it.

Well,
I think it's all the bunk.

Jack, please.

Now, that's all right.
Jack hasn't offended me.

A lot of people
share his viewpoint.

They don't know
they need help.

I was on
a very interesting case
in Chicago about a month ago.

Typical case of
a dominating father
trying to run his son's life.

Result, typical son.

Shy, introverted,
psychosomatic symptoms

clash of personalities,
tragedy.

What happened?

Well, in this case,
the father committed suicide.

He jumped out
of a second-story window.

(SAUCER CLANKING)

That's very interesting,
Dr. Green.

Do you know of
any similar cases?

Well, there was another case
of a father and son...

Yes, well, I don't approve
of this kind of conversation
in front of children.

Junior,
why don't you go upstairs now
and get a good night's rest?

Kiss your mother good night.
But, Dad...

You heard what I said, Son.

Kiss your mother good night.
Shake hands with
Dr. Green here,

and upstairs you go,
right, Son?

Good night, Mother.
Good night, Son.

Good night, Dad.
Good night, sir.

Good night, good night

Would you know where I could
get any books on this subject,
Dr. Green?

Son!
Oh, good night.

An only child?

Yes, he's our only child.

Mmm-hmm.

Very interesting.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have some things to do.

(CLEARS THROAT) Jack,

I don't wanna
get too personal,

but I think you
have a problem

with your son.
Let me help you.

You know, a lot of people
pay me fancy prices for this.
You can get it free.

Thanks, Ben.

There is a problem,
and there shouldn't be.

Because no one
could be a better father
than I am to that boy.

Ben, he's going to step
right into a big business.
It's all set up for him.

I had it all planned for him
to go to Ridgeville.

I had it all
arranged for him to have

the best room in
the fraternity house.

I even had it fixed for him
to get his letter.

What do I get for it?
He resents it.

How did you know?

Say, Ben, what is happening
with this younger generation?

They're ungrateful.

Jack, you don't understand

He's not the problem.
You are.

Me?

Why,
there isn't a better father
than I am, Ben.

That boy's had the best.
Well,
let's not get into all that.

You've done
nothing for that boy.

You've done it
all for yourself.

You're selfish, Jack.

Selfish?

I only want my son
to be a leader.
Maybe he's not a leader.

Well, he's got to be.

Jack, you're trying
to run your son's life,
and it won't work.

He's not like you.

And if you keep it up,
you're going to run into
a much worse problem

than whether or not
he wants to go to Ridgeville.

It can become much worse.

Well, what'll I do, Ben?

Well, why don't you go up
and visit with Ann,

let me talk to
Junior a few minutes?

Maybe I can help.

Junior,
will you come down here
a minute?

JUNIOR: I'm getting ready
for bed.

Well, forget about it,
and come on down here.

Uh, Son.

JUNIOR: All right, Dad.

Now, remember,
I want that boy to
go to Ridgeville.

Dr. Green here would like to
have a little talk with you.

You wanted to see me, sir?
Yes, Junior.

Just like to have
a little chat with you.
Well, is it all right with...

Oh, yes, yes.
Let's go on in the den,

where we can be
more comfortable.

Oh. If you don't mind, sir,
could we talk someplace else?

You see...
You don't have to explain.
I understand.

Would the patio be better?

I think so.
Fine.

You don't like the den,
Junior. Why?

Oh, it's a nice room.

It's my father's favorite.

But it's his room.
You understand.

Hmm. Very interesting.
Of course.

Anyway, it's a nice night,
so let's just make
ourselves comfortable

and have a pleasant chat.
Hmm?

(CLEARING THROAT)
Junior, I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, no, sir. I like
talking to you, Dr. Green.

Good.

Well,
now that you've graduated
from high school,

what would you like to do?

Well,
will it be confidential?
Just between the two of us?

Confidential.

Well, sir,
I'd like to go to Ridgeville,

and I'd like to
play football,
but I never will.

Why not?

Because of my dad.

Don't get me wrong, sir.
I love him, and I respect him,

and I'd like to do
everything he did,

but I never will,
because I couldn't
do it as good.

I'm scared.

Well, how do you know
you couldn't do it as good?

Well, no one is as
good as my dad, sir.
Just ask him.

He does everything the best.

That's why I do
everything the worst.

I got what you
call complexes,

and I don't mean
to be disrespectful,
sir, but I'm frustrated.

Have you ever told your dad
what you would like to do?

Oh, no, sir. You can't
tell him anything.
He tells you.

Well, why don't you try
to meet your dad halfway?

Talk it out with him.

Try and show him
your side of it.

You take the initiative.

You know,
older people are more set
in their ways.

I think you owe it to your dad
and yourself

to try to become
better acquainted
with him.

I'll try, Dr. Green.

Fine.

You can go to
bed now, Junior,
if you like.

Thank you, sir

Good night, sir.

Good night.

Ben,

what's wrong with him?

Nothing, Jack.
He's a fine boy.

I think someday
you're going to
be proud of him.

I would suggest, however,
that you try to see
more of him alone,

get to know him better.

I'd like to, Ben, but it
seems like every time we'r
e together, we fight.

I think the boy resents me

It's unnatural

On the contrary, Jack,
it's the most
natural thing in the world

for children to
resent their parents.

It's based on the fact
that from
the time they're born,

parents represent authority,
interfere with their will.

So the average normal child
often resents his parents.

Some children wish
they had different parents.

Some children even
hate their parents.

What about Junior?
Think he hates me?

Hates you?

The only advice I can give is

never take your boy hunting.

(GULPS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

JACK: It's me.

Just a minute, Dad

Come in, Dad.

Son,

I think we ought to become
better acquainted, don't you?

I think so

A father and
a son ought to be,

well, close,
more like buddies.

Don't you think so?

I think so

Tomorrow's Sunday.
Why don't we
spend the whole day together?

Just you and I,
alone, you know, like...

Like pals.

I'd like that, Dad

Good.

What would you
like to do, Son?

Anything you'd
like to do, Dad.

Well, no, no, it's your day.

Now,
what would you like to do?

Anything you'd
like to do, Dad.

(YELLING)
Now, I'm asking you...

What would you
like to do, Son?

Well, I have
a splendid idea, Dad,

something I think
we'll both enjoy.

Well, what is it?

Would you take me hunting?

If that's what you
really wanna do, Son.

Careful with that gun.
It may be loaded.

No, it isn't, Dad. See.

Oh, will you be
careful with that thing?
You know it's loaded!

I know it, Dad

You know,
an accident can happen.

Wouldn't it be
a terrible thing
if you shot your own father?

Yeah.

(LAUGHING)

What are you grinning about?

I'm so happy.

I'm having such
a good time, Dad.

I think we'll find
some game over there.
Now, Son,

why don't you go
in front of me?

I want you to
have the first shot.

No, Dad.
You go in front of me.

No, Son.
Now, you go in front of me.

I'll cover your rear.

No, Dad. I'll be in
back of you. You first

(WHISTLING)

Oh, it's a fine specimen,
isn't it, Dad?

Certainly is, Son.

Let's have
a little nip to celebrate.

Join me, Son?

Oh,
I've never had a drink, Dad.

You're a man now.

Anybody who can
shoot like that,
can have a little nip.

I'd rather that
you have it with me.
You've my permission.

(COUGHING)

Son,
here's to you and Ridgeville.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

BOTH:
♪ He's a jolly good fellow

♪ He's a jolly good fellow

♪ That nobody can deny

(LAUGHING)

Well.
Good evening, madam.

Good evening, Mother.

What is this all about?

Just a little evening
between father and son

Perfectly normal.

Perfectly normal!

You've both been drinking!

Drinking? That's ridiculous.

Just a little celebration

of Junior's deciding
to go to Ridgeville.

Right, Son?

Right, Dad.

(COUGHING)

May! May!

Hi.

This is Room 24,
isn't it?
Yeah.

What are you trying to do,
grow up to be a rabbit?

No, these are my
Dr. Denton pajamas,
in case I get a chill.

Well, I guess you and I
are gonna be roommates.

Huh?

Why?

I don't know why.

They just
assigned me to Room 24.

Oh.

What's the matter?
Did you expect to bunk alone?

No, no.
I was just wondering why

the two of us are roommates,
that's all.

Just wondering

I don't know why.
They just put us together,
I guess.

Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Mind if I have a drawer?

Oh, no, no. I didn't know.

I'll get them out.

Would you like the top drawer
or the bottom drawer?

Makes no difference to me.

Makes no difference to me.

Makes no difference to me.

Makes no difference to me.

Will one drawer be enough?

One is plenty.

More shirts?

JUNIOR: Oh, no,
these are my medications.

Oh, you're plannin
g to become a doctor?

Oh, no. You see,
I haven't been too well.

Do you want the upper shelf
or the lower shelf of
the medicine chest?

BILL: Either one.
I haven't got too much.

The lower one is
easier to get to.

Makes no difference.

Makes no difference to me.

(SNIFFING)

If you ever have sinus,
this stuff'll clear
it up in a minute.

Just two drops
in each nostril,
and you'll breathe again.

(COUGHING)

Of course,
a little will trickle
down your throat.

But I have a pill for that
which clears it up.

I wouldn't have
any use for that.
I'm pretty healthy.

Oh, that's nice.

Do you wanna sleep
in the upper or the lower?

Makes no difference.

Makes no difference to me.

It makes no difference to me.

You gonna make up your mind,
or are you
gonna drive me nuts?

You don't have to get huffy.
I'll take the lower.

Fine.

Well, I think I'd
better take the upper.

Why?

Uh, it's drafty
here in the lower.

My sinus, remember?

Okay.

I better go back
to the lower.

Why?

I'm getting
a nosebleed up here.

It's too high.

Okay. Anyway you want.

Good night, Bill.

Good night, Junior

Aren't you
gonna open a window?

Why, are you warm?

You got to sleep with
the window open. You wanna
be healthy, don't you?

I do? I mean, I do!

I'll get it.

BILL: I said open it.

Bill?

What are you doin'?

Nothing.

You closin' the window?

No. Don't you believe me?

I believe you, but open it.

Gee,
I hope we'll become friend
s and like rooming together.

You know, roommates and pals?

Bill, are you asleep?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Coach,
that Baker kid's great.

Look at that punt, 70 yards.

Yeah, he's all right.

We've got
a good chance, boys.

I've never seen
a better football player since
"Jarring" Jack Jackson played

for Ridgeville

We got a break
when they changed
the freshman ruling.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

All right,
you guys, over on the dummy.

Come on, move! On the double!

Coach Wheeler?
Yes?

I'm ready to report, sir.

Who are you gonna
report and for what?

Me.
I'm ready to play football

Look,
I'll save you a broken neck.

The ping-pong team
needs an anchorman.

But, sir..
Look, you're too
light for football.

Sorry!
Yeah, but you
wrote me a letter,

and it said,
"Junior Jackson to report."

What did you
say your name was?
Junior Jackson

Oh.

Oh, yes, Junior Jackson.

I didn't recognize you.

Must you wear glasses?

Oh, no, sir.
Only when I wanna see.

Well, okay. Get in with
the rest of the boys.

We're hittin' the dummy.

Yes, sir!

Nice one.

(MAN CHATTERING)

Junior! You hurt?

No, I'm all right.
I must've stumbled.

Here, let me help you up.
I don't need any help.
I'm all right!

Kid's like his old man.
He's got guts.

But as far as being
a football player,
there the resemblance ends

Grass drill,
running in place.

Ready? Begin!

WHEELER:
Bring those knees up!

On your stomach!
On your back!

On your stomach!
On your feet!

On your right side,
left side,
on your feet!

On your back, right side.

On your feet!

All right, bring
those knees up! Move it!

All right,
all the backs on
the chinning bar.

Linemen around the goalpost
and into the shower.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

You need any help?

No, I can make it.

When? The football
season will be over.

Bill?
Yeah?

Is this good for me?
Well, of course.

How come I'm
getting nauseous?

(COACH CHATTERING)

Up on the table, son.

I'll take these.

Oh, I can't see without them.

You'll be better off.

(GRUNTING)

Oh.

It's all in the neck, son.
All in the neck.

Got to
straighten out that spine.

Now just relax, boy.
Just relax.

(GRUNTING)

Better?

Yeah, but what
happened to the head?

Ah.

Junior?

Junior?
JUNIOR: I'm in here.

What are you doing?

Nothin'.
I'm just sittin' here.

Why?

Why? Where can I go?
The whole body's broken.

So I'm just sittin' here,
but I ain't got nerve enough

to put my head
under the water.

Where does it hurt?

Where does it hurt?

Where doesn't it hurt?
It's easier.

I know just the thing for you.
I'll go down to the drugstore,

and get something
that'll fix you
up in a minute.

What is it?
What you need is
a good rubdown.

I'll go get some alcohol.
Oh, no.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

You're Bill Baker,
first year at school,

wear shirt
size 15-and-a-half,
40-regular in jacket.

Hate ties,
like soft white shirts
and haven't much money

Well, what are you,
a walking department store?

No. Let me
introduce myself. My card.

"Terry Howard,
college representative
of nationally known brands.

"Buy at your convenience.
Don't come see me.
I'll see you.

"Save half by seeing
Terry Howard first."

What are you selling?

I have here some of
the finest cashmere
you've ever seen.

Just feel that material.
Crush it in your hands.

Once a girl gets
a load of the cashmere

in a jacket like that,
she'll never let you alone

Let me show you my whole line
of sports clothes.

Well, I have to go down...

You haven't seen
the new argyles
that just came in.

Socks to match your eyes.

Every color,
every description.

And the luscious
maroon sweater I have

to go with those dark,
wavy locks...

Well, a saleswoman with
sex appeal, huh?

Strictly business.

This is the way I work my way
through college.

Now what can I give you?

I don't think you have it
in that sample case.

Just a minute.
Let's stick to business, huh?

I know when I'm outmatched.

I can't afford
any new clothes.

I'll see you around.

JUNIOR: Bill? Bill?

"Junior Jackson.
Size-nine shoe,
10-and-a-half sock

"and 13-and-a-half shirt."

JUNIOR: I'm dying. I'm dying.

Are you Junior Jackson?
Yeah.

Are you decent?

I've always tried
to live a clean life.

No, I mean,
are you in the bathtub?

Yeah,
I'm taking a bubble bath.

I'm Terry Howard,
college representative

of some of
the finest manufacturers
in the country.

For new customers,
we have
an introductory offer.

These nylon swimming trunks,
absolutely no cost
on your part.

Here, put them on.

Although I haven't seen you,

I know you're the type
that would like
a dark cashmere suit,

very suitable for eveningwear
in place of a tuxedo.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Gee, a girl saleslady.

What kind of
college is this, Vassar?

A milk bath.

We have a much
better product,
Pink Tonic.

It's cheaper,
and it makes
the bubbles last longer.

Please, miss,
if you don't mind...

Let me show you
these wonderful
cashmere jackets.

As you can see,
this one has
a belt in the back,

and it's very sporty.

And this dark blue
is very suitable
for eveningwear

in place of a tuxedo.

Oh, yes, of course,
this one is English-made.

You have the shoulders for it,
I notice.

Please, lady,
forget the clothes.

I just wanna
get my body back.

There's no obligation
on your part,
so let me finish.

Of course, it's hard to tell
what you would wear.

I haven't much to
go on, you know.

Look, miss...

You can call me Terry.
You're Junior Jackson.

How do you know?

Oh, I have a line on
every new student
who comes here to school.

Do you do this for a gag?

Not at all.

You see, it's the only way
I can get my education.

Some girls are waitresses.

I'm a salesgirl. I prefer it.

Anyway, it helps me
in my psychology training.

You see,
I'm a psychology major.

Gee,
I wish I had your spirit.

I'm glad to meet
a girl like you. Oh.

Oh, just happen to have
the thing for you.

This striped robe,
marked down from $45 to $22.

Well, it just so
happens I need a robe,

but you'll have
to leave the room.

(SNIFFING)

TERRY: Bill.

See you at the house, Bill.
Hi.

All right. Hi.

How come
I haven't seen you
around lately?

Football season.

What's the matter?
Don't you ever relax?

Sometimes.

Well, why don't you
try it some night?

Say, tonight, for instance.
I'm not doing anything.

Now, look, Terry,

I know you're
about as good-looking
as they come on this campus,

but I also know
there are three things

that'd stop a guy
from playing football.

That's being with a dame,
going with a dame
and likin' a dame.

So I'll see you around.

Nine tennis sneakers, size 10.
One dozen silk ties.

Nine tennis sneakers...

Three socks,
size eight-and-a-half.

One dozen argyles,
size nine-and-a-half.

One dozen V-neck sweaters, uh,
formerly $8, on sale for $9.

Formerly $8, on sale for $9?

The price of
living's gone up all over.

(LAUGHING)

Junior, you've been
a great help to me.
I can't thank you enough.

Terry,
will you tell me somethin'?

What?

How does someone
become like you?

Don't try.
I'd rather be rich like you.

No, I mean,
you have so much
confidence in yourself

It's all
a matter of ego, Junior.

That's what
psychology teaches you.

Ego?
Sure.

You see, Junior,
you've got to
believe in yourself.

You've got to keep saying
over and over to yourself,

"I'm big!
I'm big!" Now say it.

I'm big.

No, no, no, Junior.
Believe it.

Out, out.
Throw your chest out.

It's difficult for me.
I'm skinny.

Well, spiritually, then.

Put your shoulders back.
Walk up and down. Be cocky.

Say, "I'm big!
I'm big! You hear me?
I'm big."

I'm big.
I'm big. You hear me?

I'm big?

Well, it's a start in
the right direction.

And that's what
you've got to believe.

And I'll help you.

You'll sort of
be my guinea pig
in my psychology experiments.

Guinea pig?

(CACKLING)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who is it?

JUNIOR: It's me, Junior.

Well, come on in!

I can't. Help me!

Well, why can't...

What is this?

Christmas is months away.
What are you doing?

I just had a date with Terry.

You'd better stop
seeing that dame.

We won't have any room
to sleep here.

Oh, no, Bill. She's wonderful
and so good for my ego.

The least I could do
was buy some things.

Look at this
dressing jacket I bought.

It can also be use
d for grouse hunting

You know, it's reversible.

Of course,
you have to live
in England for it.

But it's practical

Of course.
Where's the monocle?

Oh, she didn't have
any in stock,

but she's ordering it.
It's due next week.

Grand.

Bill.

What?

I'll tell you a secret

Go ahead.

I think I'm stuck on Terry

I'd have never guessed it.

Oh, yeah, she's
the first girl I ever had

that took
a personal interest in me.

She certainly took
a personal interest
in you, all right.

Would you do me a favor?

Well, it all depends.

Did you ever hear
of Cyrano de Bergerac?

Cyrano de Bergerac?

Didn't he play end
for Cornell?

No. He was a character
in a very famous play,

and he had a big nose,
and he was very ugly,

and he sent his best friend
to talk for him to
the girl he loved,

because he was
very self-conscious
about his nose.

So?
So I'm in worse
shape than Cyrano.

I'm self-conscious
about all of me.

So I thought if
you could go over
and see Terry

and tell her how
I feel about her..

Why me?

Well, because you have
an easy way with the women,

and you're
a big football hero.

Would you do
that for me, Bill?

You just got to.

Why must I just got to?

Look at all this stuff.
I'm running out of money!

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Oh. Hi, Bill.
Hi.

What can I do for you?
You need some shirts?

Always selling, aren't you?

Well, a gal's got to live.

Oh, you sure are livin'.

I just brought over a check
for the stuff
you sold Junior.

When you gonna stop
selling him clothes?

Well,
he needed clothes badly.

And I see you did all right
for yourself, too.

I always say a man
can't have too many clothes.

What do you always say?

I always say I think
the kid's stuck on you.

You're kidding

Well, who else
but a guy in love

would buy 15 pairs of shoes
in one week

and all of them
tennis sneakers?

I'm interested in Junior
as a psychological study.

He's sort of snooky,
you know.

Yeah, but he's a great guy.

You'd be lucky to get
somebody like him.

What do you mean?

Trouble with you dames is
you have no vision.

Most of you go
for a big, husky,
broad-shouldered,

good-looking,
football-hero type.

So?

Some day,
Junior's gonna be like that.

Bill.
Yes?

How long do you
think it'll take him?

Take him quite a while.

To be like you?

Yes.

Well,
why should I wait, then?

"Dear folks,
it seems hard to realize

"that a month has gone by
since I left home.

"I like
Ridgeville pretty much.

"I'm rooming
with a swell fellow,
Bill Baker,

"who was in our
graduating class.

"He's been very nice to me.
I... "
He ought to be. Hmm.

What did you say, dear?

Nothing. Go on.
Oh.

"I also like a girl
named Terry Howard.

"She's very unusual and has
a forceful personality.

"I think Dad will like her."

I thought he liked
Doc Hunter's girl,
Babs.

Well,
kids that age are fickle.

Besides, she's here,
and he's at college.

Well, let's forget
about his love life.

Go on with
the more important things.

"Tell Dad that
much to my surprise

"I'm still on
the football squad.

"I can't understand it,

"because try as I might,
I'm not
improving fast enough.

"The coach doesn't like me
or dislike me.

"He just seems nervous
when I'm around.

"But I hardly think
he'll let me in
the first game,

"so there's no reason
for you and Dad to come up.

"I'm sorry.
I'm doing the best I can.

"Love, Junior."

I--I miss the boy.

You'll get a chance
to see him this weekend

when we go up for the game

Oh,
but it says he doesn't think
he'll get in the game.

Yeah?

Well,
"Jarring" Jack Jackson's son
will be in that first game,

I can promise you that!

May! Oh, May!

(CRASHING)

PEOPLE: R-I, D-G,

E-V,

I-L,

L-E,

Ridgeville! Ridgeville!

Go, Ridgeville!

(ALL CHATTERING)

All right, men. Attention!

I want you to
meet Ridgeville's
most distinguished alumnus.

He's gonna say
a few words to you.

This is the famous
"Jarring" Jack Jackson!

Men, I'm gonna be short
and to the point.

I just had three rules
when I played football.

You hit them fast,
you hit them low,

you hit them hard.

And if they get up,
you hit them again.

So let's get
out on that field

and play "guts" football.

Remember,
you're playing
for Ridgeville.

So, good luck to you all,
and let them have it!

(ALL CHEERING)

Come on, let's go!

(ALL CHATTERING)

Wait a minute, Junior.
I wanna talk to you.

But, gee, Dad,
I better get out there.
This'll only take a minute

Junior, you can make this
the happiest day in my life

if you'll just get out there
and really play football.

I don't even know
if I'll get in the game, Dad.

Don't worry. I have
a feeling that you will.

Well, I hope so.
I better get out there.
Wait a minute, Junior.

You know, you're not gonna
just run out on the field

like the rest of the players.

You're gonna
make an entrance.

What do you mean, sir?

Well,
you see this old number 66?

That's your dad's old jersey.

When I quit playing football
20 years ago,

they retired that number,
and nobody has
worn it until now.

You're gonna put this on
and really make an entrance

in this jersey, Son.

Those people out o
n the field are gonna

see another
Jackson comin' out,

wearin' old number 66
to play for good
old Ridgeville.

How do you feel, Son?

Isn't it a little large, Dad?

Well, tuck it in.

And remember,
live up to old number 66.

Old "Jarring"
Jack Jackson's number.

Now, go to it, boy!

♪ (BAND PLAYING)

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

TOM: Good afternoon,
sports fans.

This is Tom Harmon
speaking to you
from the stadium

where today we'll
bring you the game

between Ridgeville
and Thornton University.

The ballgame today,
of course,
is the opening of the season,

and it promises to be
a whale of a football game.

The captains
return to their teams.

And they're now getting
their final instructions
from the coach.

There they go to
line up for the kickoff.

Jones will kick
off for Thornton.

Yes, that's right.

And back in
the receiving position
for Ridgeville is Tom Edwards

and Bill Baker,
Ridgeville's
All-American candidate.

Jones signals.
The ball clubs get ready.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)
He approaches the ball,
it's a long end-over-end kick

going way down field.

It's going to Baker.

He takes it on
the seven-yard line.
he's at the 10, the 20,

picks up some nice blocks.

He's at the 35.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Straight arms two tacklers.

He's going to go all the way!
He's on the two-yard line

and rolls into the end zone
for a touchdown!

It certainly seems apparent
that if this Baker boy

continues to spark
the Ridgeville team,

as he has done
today, all season,

the playoff for the Rose Bowl
will be between Ridgeville

and that great
University of
California team.

Did you see that run, Jack?

You couldn't
have done it better.

Very good. Very good.

When you gonna
send Junior in?

TOM: The teams are lining up
for the extra point now.

Smith will hold
and Baker will kick.

Get set. One, two, three!

There's the pass from center,
and it's good!

Ridgeville
leads seven to nothing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I always like to be
pretty conservative

when I talk about football,

but I certainly would like
to make a prediction here.

This Ridgeville club
certainly looks like
the greatest team

that they've had
in 20 years. And why?

Simply because of
one man, Bill Baker.

That boy's an All-American
if I've ever seen one.

All right, Coach,
how about Junior?

(AUDIENCE CHANTING)

Okay, Jackson, get in.

Me?

Wait a minute.
There's a substitution.

They're taking Baker
out of the ballgame,

(WHISTLE BLOWING)
and I certainly
don't blame them.

There's no sense
in risking an injury
with that boy at this time.

The substitute for
Bill Baker is number

66.

Number 66?

Let's try K-97 on two.

Uh, that's a pleasant play.

We might enjoy
ourselves with that one,

unless you'd
rather have, uh,
K-97 on four.

That's a little
more strenuous,

but we might get
through with it.

No, we'd better do
K-97 on two.

PLAYER: On two. Break!

Tom: They're out of
the huddle now.

Oh, oh, fellas,
I have a better idea.

I'm sorry.
Will you come back?

(AUDIENCE MURMURING)

They're back in
the huddle again.

Take it easy, Coach.
Take it easy.

The boy will come through.

You'll have to excuse us,
but this is private.

(TOM CHUCKLING)

Jackson's apparently having
a little trouble
with his signal.

My heavens, you're nosey.

Come on.

Delaying the game!

(AUDIENCE GROANING)

Ridgeville penalized
five yards for
delaying the game.

It's now third down,
20 yards to go.

Ridgeville's ball
on Thornton's 47-yard line.

Take it easy, Coach.
Take it easy, Coach.

The boy will come through.

Spread flanker left,
spread flanker right.

B.G. opposite,
two lead swing,

thirty-six A.O. on four.

PLAYER: On four. Break!

TOM: Ridgeville comes
out of the huddle.

They go into an unusual
spread formation.

No blockers.

One, two, three, four, five.

The ball is snapped.
Jackson has it.

He's smothered back
on his own 45-yard line!

(AUDIENCE JEERING)

He fumbles

There's a big
pile-up down on the field.

I believe, yes,
they did, Thornton
recovered the fumble.

(AUDIENCE BOOING)

Ladies and gentlemen,
so far in this ballgame,

young Jackson has not been
anything like his father,
believe me.

But then, too,
Thornton's had
their troubles.

They're now
going to have to go
into punt formation and kick.

It's Phillips back
in punt formation.

There's the snap from center.

Gets off a long spiral kick
that comes down the field.

Jackson waits for it
on the 20-yard line.

And he's caught it

There he goes!

He's at the 25, the 30,
the 35. He's at midfield.

(AUDIENCE SCREAMING)

A Thornton man
has grabbed him
with a necktie tackle,

but Jackson is
still on his feet.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Jackson is
running the wrong way!

He's at
the Thornton 40, the 30,
the 10, the five.

Hit by his own man
on the five-yard
line and fumbles,

and Thornton
recovers for a touchdown!

Listen to that crowd boo.

(AUDIENCE BOOING)

Get in there and take that...

That kid's place!

Well, folks, they're
taking Junior Jackson
out of the ballgame

and putting
Bill Baker back in.

Believe me,
ladies and gentlemen,

Junior Jackson
is nothing like his father.

He'll win ballgames,
perhaps, but I'm afrai
d for the other team.

(AUDIENCE JEERING)

This has been
the worst day of my life.

How could my own son
do this to me?

It's not all Junior's fault.

Ann,

you see before you
the mere shell of a man.

A man who's devoted
his entire life to his child,

and look what happens.

He makes a touchdown
for the other team.

Is there no justice?

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

It's only a football game.

Only a football game?

Out there
in front of all of
my old classmates,

in front of 20,000 students,

the son of
"Jarring" Jack Jackson
disgraces himself.

Is there anything worse?
Yes,
he could've been a criminal.

That wouldn't
have been so bad.

Then at least we could've
sent him away and
no one would know.

Jack,
I'm not going to stand here
and have you berate Junior

He probably feels bad enough.

Ann,

are you sure he's our son?

Oh, stop it, Jack.
He was born at home.
Oh, yeah, that's right.

I haven't even
got the satisfaction
of thinking

they might have
switched him on us
in the hospital.

Junior Jackson!

What are you doing
in this empty
stadium at night

without your coat on?
You'll catch
your death of cold.

I'm sorry, Mother.

Junior,
I'm worried about you.

Do you still want
to play football?

I like it,
but I guess
I'll never get a chance now.

The coach will drop me
from the squad.

Gee, today,
I disgraced everybody.

Son, listen to me.

You were at a disadvantage

It isn't
the easiest thing
in the world

to be the son of
a great athlete.

A prominent father
is the biggest drawbac
k a boy can have.

Don't I know!

So from now on,
your father will
not dominate you.

You'll be left alone
to make your own decisions

I'll see to that.

You're going to
stop playing football,
take up your regular studies,

and you're going to shower
and have dinner immediately.

But I don't wanna...

From now on,
you have nothing
to worry about.

You can make up
your own mind.

You're a man.

Come along, Son.

Yes, ma'am.

Bill, Mr. Jackson
wants to talk to you.

Be seeing you,
Jack, and thanks.

Sit down, Bill.

Played a great game
this afternoon, boy.

You reminded me
a little of me.
Thank you.

Of course you
can't pass like me,
or run like me.

You don't hit
the line like I used to,

but you reminded me
a little of me.

Well, there'll never
be another you, sir.

Thank you, son

Bill, you remember
the proposition
I made you?

Coach Wheeler is
dropping Junior
from the squad,

but our deal is still on.

But, Mr. Jackson,
you don't understand.
I like living with Junior.

We're getting to
be great friends.

You don't have to pretend.

But I'm not pretending.

I understand, Bill.

You're loyal,
and you're just trying
to make it easier for me.

Your father should
be a very happy man.

I know that I would be

And, Bill,
you'll still get
my check every month.

You've lived up to your part
of the bargain.

That's very generous
of you, sir, but...

Well, thank you.

Coach?
Yes, Bill?

I was just talkin'
to Mr. Jackson.

You can't drop Junior.

Why not?
Didn't he say it was okay?

Well,
it might be okay with him,
but it's not okay with me.

You got to give him
another chance.

Now wait a minute.

Either Junior plays,
or I don't play.

But you don't...
That's the way I want it.

Now what do you say?

It's getting tougher
to be a coach every day.

Okay, but you'd better
be good next Saturday.

Because with your methods,
you got to have
a lot of talent.

Don't worry, I got it.

Terry, I tell you I'm through
double-crossing Junior.

Now take it easy, Bill.
Don't tell me
to take it easy.

You talked me out
of it once before.

I'm through being a heel.
I'm gonna tell him.

But it's so bad for his ego.

Never mind his ego.
It's more honest this way.

Okay, but I'll handle it.

I wanna break it
to him gently.

I don't wanna
shatter his confidence
in himself.

When are you gonna tell him?

The next time I see him.

Good. It's
the only fair thing to do.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JUNIOR: Terry,
can I come in a minute?

Where am I gonna hide?
I don't want him
to find me here.

Quick. In the closet.
You be sure you tell him.

Leave everything to me

I just came over
to say goodbye.

I'm leavin' school.

Leaving school? Why?

I ran out of reasons.

Today on the football field,
I disgraced my father
and the team.

Now I'm being dominated
by my mother

and she's almost
as bad as my father.

I shouldn't have
come to Ridgeville
in the first place.

Oh, sit down, Junior.
Let's talk this out.

There's nothin
g to talk about.
I'm a failure.

Oh, don't get excited, Junior.

Something will
turn up to give you
your confidence back.

No, I'm a failure.

The only reason
Bill lived with me is
because he felt sorry for me,

and you tried to help
because you're a nice person.

Besides, I'm a good customer.

No, I'm leavin' school.

Oh, but, Junior,
if you leave school,
I'll feel very bad.

You will?

Yes.

I like you for yourself.

You do?
Well, sure.

And I think if
you stick it out,

you'll be able to prove to
your father and to everybody
that you're a man.

Well, I could do it, Terry,
if...

If...
Yes?

If I had a girl
like you behind me.

I mean,
if I thought that you thought
I was somebody.

Well, I do think you are.

You know, Terry,
I've been stuck on you

since the first day
you sold me the robe
when I was in the bubble-bath.

Well, I liked you,
too, Junior,

but I've got to tell
you about Bill and me.

Oh, no,
we can talk about Bill
some other time.

I-If you wear my
fraternity pin,
I won't leave school.

Well, how will that help?

Well, it'll give me
a reason to stay.

It'll be a little victory,
and it'll restore
my confidence.

That's what you said
I needed.

Just wear it a little while
and see if you like it.

Well, okay,
but on one condition,
that you won't leave school.

Oh, no, I won't.
I'm a new man.

I'm a tiger. I'm big.

You're wearing
my fraternity pin. I'm big!

Well, you certainly told him.

What did you expect me
to do with everybody
browbeating him?

He needed someone to turn to,

and this was no time
to sell him more shirts.

What about you and me?

We'll have to wait

I'll have to be
Junior's girl,

until he builds up his
confidence in himself.

But you love me.

Of course.

This is just for Junior.

Okay. Just for Junior.

I can't go on with this.

Sure you can, Junior.
It's all for you.

Yeah, Junior,
it's all for you.
Come on, once more.

I told you to crouch. Crouch.

I told you a million times,
use your body, your knees.

I can't go on with this.

Sure you can, Junior.
It's all for you.

Yeah, Junior,
it's all for you.

Come on,
we'll try it once more.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Set!
One, two, three, four, five!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Now?

Not now.

Sit down! Sit down!

Kick the ball.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Set! One, two, three, four!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Good kick, Junior.

You're developing
into a great kicker.

Yeah, and I'm getting
more confidence, too.

Maybe I'll get in
the homecoming game.

Sure you will.
Now don't you feel better?

Oh, sure, and I owe it
all to you two,
my best friends.

I'll always be
grateful to you for this.

That's okay.

It's all for you, Junior.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Now?

Not now.

Sit down! Sit down!

ALL: ♪ Stand up and
cheer for Ridgeville

♪ As we rout the foe

♪ Strong and fearless

♪ Proud and peerless

♪ Go! Go! Go!

♪ Rah! Rah! Rah!

♪ Stand up and
shout for Ridgeville

♪ Hail the red and blue

♪ We are here for

♪ Here to cheer for

♪ Ridgeville U

♪ Rah! Rah! Rah!

♪ Stand up and cheer for

Sing!

♪ As we rout the foe

Come on! Sit down!

♪ Proud and peerless

♪ Go! Go! Go!

♪ Rah! Rah! Rah!

♪ Stand up and
cheer for Ridgeville

♪ Hail the red and blue

♪ We are here for

♪ Here to cheer for

♪ Ridgeville U

Sit down!

♪ Stand up and
shout for Ridgeville

♪ Hail the red and blue

♪ We are here for

♪ Here to cheer for

♪ Ridgeville U

(ALL CHEERING)

ALL: Coach! Coach!

We want Coach Wheeler!

We want Coach Wheeler!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

We've come a long way
since the beginning
of the season.

I wanna thank
the student body

for being with us
all the way.

We've got to break up now,

because I want the boys
to get a good night's sleep.

ALL: Yeah, team!
Yeah, team! Yeah!

Hey, Bill, the coach told me
I might get in
the game tomorrow

for a few seconds.

That's great.
And I owe it all to you.

I'll never be able to tell you
how grateful I am.

Forget it. We're pals.

Well, that's why
I want you to be
the first to know.

Know what?

Well, after the game tomorrow,
I'm throwin' a little party.

I'm gonna introduce
Terry to my folks,
and if they like one another,

well, you never can tell,
Bill, you might be
my best man.

You mean...
Yeah, aren't you
happy about the idea?

Yeah,
I think it's real great.

I'm only sorry
I can't be with you,

but I have a party
of my own to go to.

Hey, Bill.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Who is it?

BILL: It's me.
Your boyfriend.

Bill,
what are you doing here?
It's after hours.

Just come up to
congratulate the bride.
Hope you and Junior...

What are you talking about?

Bill, you've been drinking,
and it's the night
before the game!

So what?
Besides, drunk or sober,

I know when I'm
being double-crossed.

What's come over you?

You ought to know.
You planned it that way.

Me, Bill Baker,
big All-American.

Big All-American sucker!

I don't understand.

You wouldn't understand.

First I let his old man
buy me through college,

then I let my own girlfriend
talk me into
playing second fiddle.

All for Junior.

I thought we agreed
it was for his ego.

And what about my ego?
Everything for Junior's ego.

I'm gettin' tired of it,
and I've come up to
tell you I'm tired.

Shh! Someone will hear you.
Don't shush me.

I'm tired of playing games.

What's going on with you two?

I'm glad you asked
that question, madam.

It's what I come up
to find out.

TOM: Well,
ladies and gentlemen,

this had been
one of Ridgeville's
saddest homecoming games.

Without Bill Baker,
they've put up a good fight

but Wilton is winning,
seven to nothing.

With only
five minutes left to play,

Ridgeville has
called time out.

Son, I never should have
let you room
with a boy like that.

I'd rather not talk
about him.

One chance in a million
for a championship,

and that kid's
got to get loaded.

Why did he do it?

Why did he pick last night?

(WHISTLE BLOWING)
Coach, you gonna
let Junior in?

Please, Dad!
Oh, yeah.

Son, maybe some of
living with Baker
rubbed off on you.

Loosen up.

Junior, I've got to
talk to you about Bill.

Forget it, Terry.
I thought he was my friend.

He is your friend.
That's why
he's in this trouble.

He wanted to
tell you long ago
about your father's money,

and that we loved each other,
but I wouldn't let him.

Because we were trying
to build up your ego.

In building you up,
he thought
I double-crossed him.

That's why he came
to my room drunk
to tell me off

and got himself expelled.

And it's all your fault!

Well, what can I do
to make it up?

There's only one thing to do.

Stop being self-centered
and dependent
on other people.

Get out there
and stand on
your own two legs.

You have reason
to have confidence now.

Bill helped you.
Now get out
there and help Bill.

Okay, Terry. I'll try.

All right, Jackson,
there's two minutes left.
Get in there.

Coach, I'd like to
ask you something.

Did Bill keep me
on the squad?

I--I'd like to
ask you a favor.
What is it?

Could I wear Bill's jersey?

Red, got 32's jersey?

RED: Yeah. Here it is.

Okay, hurry it up.

Junior Jackson is wearing
Bill Baker's number 32.

Junior Jackson is
going into
the ballgame for Ridgeville.

K-24 on three.

PLAYER: On three. Break.

TOM: Ridgeville's ball
on Wilton's 20-yard line.

Set. One, two, three!

The ball is snapped.

He starts to
circle his left end.

No, wait a minute!
He's running back
towards his own goal!

Junior is
running the wrong way!

No, wait a minute!

He's reversing his field!

He picks up his blockers.
He's back to the 40, the 30,

the 20, the 10, the five.

Junior Jackson
scores a touchdown
for Ridgeville!

What a beautiful
tactical maneuver!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

That's my boy!
That's my Junior!

The score is now seven to six,
with Wilton leading.

Jackson covered
almost 90 yards
on that touchdown run.

Now it'll be
Ridgeville's turn

to try for this
all-important extra point.

It'll be Ryan
who will attempt

the extra point
for Ridgeville.

But, Coach,
I could've made
the extra point.

Son, you've been seeing
too many college movies,

where the hero goes in
at the last minute
and wins the game.

That touchdown you made
was a miracle.

Thanks. Sit down.

TOM: There's a snap
from center.

He puts the ball down.
There's the kick!

It's no good.
It's wide.

Wilton leads by
a score of seven to six,

with but one minute
left to play.

That missed kick
may have been the ballgame.

Ridgeville lining up
for the kickoff now.

They'll kick off to Wilton.
There's the kick,

a long end-over-end kick
coming down the field.

Barton takes it
in the end zone.
He's ready to run it out.

He's back to the five,
the 10, the 15, the 23

He's hit at the 23
and goes down,
and he fumbles!

And I believe
Ridgeville recovers.

Yes, they did.
It'll be first down

and 10 yards to
go for Ridgeville.

Five seconds left to play
in the ballgame.

Now we'll see
whether or not Ridgeville
can capitalize on this break.

Ridgeville has
called for a time-out.

Coach, I tell you,
you gotta put Junior in.
He's a great kicker.

I've been practicing with him
day after day.

He's a Jackson.
I tell you
he'll come through.

Junior, it's a tough spot.

You'll be kicking
from the 29-yard line.

Stiff wind blowing.
What do you say?

I'll do the best I can,
Coach.

Okay. It's crazy, but go in.

And good luck.

Coach Wheeler
is making a substitution.

He's taking Ryan out
and putting young Jackson in.

Ridgeville is going
to try a field goal

from an almost
impossible angle.

Break.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

I wonder what's going through
young Jackson's mind now.

You can do it, Junior.
You're big now.
Do it for Bill.

Remember all
the hours we practiced?

Take your time.
You can do it.

TOM: There's the kick.
It's up, up, up,

and it's over
for a field goal!

The gun goes off,
and Ridgeville wins
by a score of nine to seven!

That's my boy!
That's my Junior!

What a hero
Junior Jackson will be
in this town tonight.

Entire Ridgeville team
is swarming off the bench...

Go, Junior!

They've got Jackson
on their shoulders

and are carrying
him off the field.

Well, what a football game
that boy has played today.

(CHATTERING)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, Terry,
all misunderstandings
cleared away?

You happy?
Very happy.

I am, too.

Oh, there's Bill.

Let's go tell him the news.

Bill,
we've got some news for you.

Congratulations,
but it's not news, anymore.

Oh, you don't understand.
Will you dance with Terry?

She wants it that way.

Right, Terry?
Well, I don't...

Please, Bill.
And--And I want it that way.

She's for you. Okay, pal?

Okay, pal.

Junior.
Hiya, Babs.

I've been looking
all over for you.

You know, I can't tell you
how thrilled I was
this afternoon.

Why, you're just
the best football player

there ever was in
the whole wide world.

No, I guess I was just lucky.
Lucky?
Why, you just thrilled me.

You know,
I've always liked you
ever since high school.

Yeah? You did?

Of course. Couldn't you tell?

Well, I...

Well, you'll be able to tell
from now on, sugar.

What have you got
for your little Babs?

Close your eyes.

Pucker up your lips.

Bye.

Dad. See? I won my letter.

That's nice, Son,
but where are your glasses?

Oh, my glasses...
Well, since I won
the game this afternoon,

and I'm a hero,
I don't need them anymore.

Doc Hunter was right.
It was psychosomatic.

But, Dad,
aren't you pleased
about the letter?

Son, you've taught me

there are more
important things in life
than football.

Will you please
autograph my program?

Mine, too!
Certainly, youngsters.
Happy to do it.

Who's talking to you?
We mean him.

Yeah,
who does that old geezer
think he is?

That old geezer is my dad,
"Jarring" Jack Jackson,

the greatest football player
ever turned out
at Ridgeville.

So what?
We saw you this afternoon,

and for our money,
you're the greatest.

I'm going out for football
next season, Junior.

Could you give me
some advice?

(MIMICKING JACK)
Well, there were three things
when I played football.

You hit them low,
you hit them fast,
you hit them hard.

And if they get up,
you hit them again.

Yes, sir, you got to
play "guts" football.

BOY #1: Thanks, Junior.

BOY #2: Yeah,
thanks a lot, Junior.

JUNIOR: Okay.

I'm sorry, Dad.

That's all right, Son.

That's my boy.