All language subtitles for The Sporting Club (1971) [1080p] [WEBRip] [YTS.MX]

Do not mourn my mother, dear, for the
pain will

soon be yours, for I hear the

angel band, for they call me

from a starry shore.

this day.

the dear old flag I die said the

wounded drummer boy mother press your

lips to mine oh they bring me comfort

and joy

your loving arms.

Gonna die a mother in your...

Come in.

Come in.

He wanted me, Mr. Quinn.

Sometimes, Mary Beth.

Not very badly, but I guess I'd have had
you.

Call Jack Olsen at the Centennial Club.

Ask him to open up my lodge and see if
he can send the plane down tomorrow.

Good to see you.

Hand me my bag, will you, Harvey?

Damn, it's good to be back. Well, we
miss you this song, Mr. Quinn.

Hey, come on, dude. It's been 20 years,
isn't it, Jim?

Yes, sir.

I have a vision.

Pretty good.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Stanton's here.

He's got a wife with him, you know.

A wife?

Yep.

You think that'll help?

Well, so much of the old trouble was...
Go ahead, say it, Jack. With women,

right?

Not their boy.

He's been quiet.

Nobody sees him.

That was a little dusty.

It looks great.

Yeah, just these couple of leaks, no
problem.

I'll send a girl over to clean up.

Guess you're up here for the big
celebration, huh?

Would you believe I'd almost forgotten
that.

Century day, huh?

They'll be opening up that time capsule.

Odes and hymns to the founding fathers,
huh?

I came up here for some peace and quiet
fishing with you, Jack.

Yeah.

Okay, we'll do some fishing.

I'm still around.

What are you talking about?

Little Bertie told me I'm liable to be
fired at the next committee meeting.

You're kidding.

Nope.

Stanton told me.

Stanton also said he'd be happy if I
was.

Bullshit.

Jack.

Don't worry about Stanton.

I'll take care of it.

Oh, by the way, he's built a...

Dueling gallery in his basement.

A dueling gallery.

What for?

Eventualities.

That was his word.

Eventualities.

The true Quinn.

This is an ugly surprise.

Hello, Werner.

I came to meet your wife since you never
troubled me with a wedding invitation.

Well, come on in and introduce yourself.

That's what I do the whole day long.

Admit I've improved the cellar.

Romantic. Why do you say that?

You award ten for the heart.

In this day and age, I would think that
the grand slam would be smash it to

knee, followed by finish it through roof
of mouth.

Very good, James.

Very good.

Rather too good for a successful
businessman.

Business is not booming.

In fact, the old family firm is about to
be merged into some nameless corporate

junk pile.

Are you broke?

Would you drop your own buddy if I were?

Never, James.

But you might drop me.

Failure of nerve induced by poverty.

The dust hasn't cleared yet.

My position is obscure.

Obscure.

Hey.

If you are strapped, old chum,

break into this some night.

20 ,000 in cash.

What for?

Eventualities.

Come here.

Wow.

French and without price.

Jean -Baptiste Laroche.

They came with powder flasks of the
thinnest gold and a mold which cast six

perfect bullets at a throw.

Come on.

Provoke me.

I disapprove of this stupid waste of
money.

That'll do nicely.

I tell you, Pablo, I am provoked.

Vamanos.

Well, isn't this a bit silly?

Now, one of us must count the paces.

All right, I will.

And we will avoid foul play.

You ready?

Soy listo, Pablo.

One.

Two, three, four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine,

ten.

Must be what a real do look like.

Wax out your dumb candy ass.

Wax bullets.

Order the day for dueling practice.

Hello, Janie.

Before you on his knees, the true Quinn.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

I thought Jim Quinn was your best old
friend.

We roomed at Harvard.

Grew up together in the sportsman's
kingdom.

Lately, we ain't seen much of each
other.

Do you understand?

No.

Texas, Hick, you never will.

Why don't you all go back to Johnson
City?

thinking of it.

Nelson sent me over here to clean.

It's wet outside.

Ignore me.

Just go on doing what you're doing.

What is this?

You're certainly not Mr. Clean, are you?

Ignore me.

Thank you, Lou.

That's all right.

All the members will be gathering soon.

Fortescue, Spengler, Cannon Pritchard.

All the old turds.

Back to nature.

Detroit left needleless.

Werner, if you hate this club so much,
why don't you just resign from it?

There's no way to resign from original
sin.

It's crazy.

You're dreaming a picture again.

Let me in on it.

Middle -aged man standing next to a
palmetto tree and in the background an

automobile graveyard.

It's your father.

America the beautiful.

Marry me, Janie.

No.

You're too mean.

I'm far from marrying you, Werner. I'm
damn sorry I even love you.

Yes.

Yes what?

Yesterday.

Yes, please, who?

Yes, please, Werner.

Just another

Friday night at Fox's Minstrel Show.

The one -eyed fiddler was having a fight
with the

banjo man's widow.

The Boston Opera soprano was drunk
underneath the piano.

They're shouting in the orchestra pit,
Mr. Foxy's saying, Come on, children,

it's fighty, fighty, diddle -dum day.

Let that cakewalk music start to play.

Apple pie, them pumpkin walk, the
Mayway.

That's the way we make those bohunks
pay.

Just another Friday night at Fox's Mint
Show.

Just another Friday night at Fox's Mint
Show.

Nice to see you.

Would you like me to tell you all about
the Dreyfus case? Or would you prefer

the history of the zipper?

Darling, please.

pagan. There's no God.

Get behind the wheel, chum.

Don't put it into gear until I tell you
to go.

Let's go, Quinn. Let's go.

Let's go.

What a mess.

What the hell you been doing in here? Do
you have tickets? Tickets?

except for men.

going to build a chapel and hold black
masses.

No, sugar.

I bought it for the lead framing. Only
stuff with the proper tint content.

Proper for what?

Bullets. For casting bullets, Pablo.

What else?

Hello, Kenner. Nice to see you. How are
you?

Fine, thank you. I was awfully sorry to
hear about your father. He's a fine,

fine man.

Thank you.

Jimmy.

Hello, Charlie.

You've met Alan.

Hello, Alan.

Welcome to the club.

Hello, Mrs. Old.

Hello, James.

Hello, Mr. Spengler.

How's the club history, Kevin?

Fine, thank you.

I propose to pass the bombshell.

I shall allege that many of the workers
on this lot...

though the affected chippewa loincloths
and war bonnets were, in fact,

disguised local white men.

Good gosh, Penwood.

That really is a bombshell.

Mr. Newcomb.

How are you? Good.

No, with this fool, it made the whole
battle important.

Big. Mr. Polishkin?

Senator? Hi there, James.

Talking about your toy soldiers.

My military miniatures, James.

Ah.

Hey.

Look, what do you think?

I better watch out for him.

I hear he's run through his money.

Full skiing in the Andes. Am I right?

Crap, no.

The book's kind of like dancing.

Once the fella gets in, there seems to
be no mechanism for getting him out.

We're stuck for life.

Hey, Quinny, did you ever?

My both legs dancing.

Take these dogs over there, will you?

Olsen?

You made provisions for my salt -free
diet.

Spengler, when are you going to get off
that damn boat? I thought you fellas

came out here to hunt, not eat.

And by the way, next time I catch that
so -called bird dog of yours chasing

deer, I'm going to have to shoot him.

God damn it.

Let's face it, gentlemen.

Our gamekeeper Olsen not only fancies
himself a better man than us, he's also

become a common poacher.

Oh.

That's a grave charge, Stanton.

The fact remains, he lives off the fat
of our land nine months a year and

tolerates us the remaining three.

That's quite true.

You see, the settlers of this area had
certain rights under the Homestead Act

1862. Well... Our ancestors... Bob,
please.

Our ancestors dealt with those rights
rather brutally. Indeed, more than one

United States senator was bribed. What
is this? Spengler, a left -wing

Senator, I am astonished.

Bob, please.

Make your point or get off the pot.

The common people in these parts resent
us. Poaching is a rather obvious form of

revenge.

To hell with psychology.

I'd say kick Olsen out on his can.

Pull!

Gentlemen, my confidence in your
judgment is unbounded.

Goodbye.

I agree with you, sir, entirely, but
don't you think we ought to refer this

committee?

Newcomb?

Newcomb. Newcomb. Newcomb.

Newcomb. Yeah? You're the eldest here.

How say you?

Times change.

Off with the old, on with the new.

History is no respecter of persons.

Oh, how true.

She says you stood there about four
hours with your mouth open in a

erection.

I'm not even going to answer that.

Cambridge, Mass.

D -Day Bar and Grill, remember?

Those were the days, huh?

Let's bring them back.

There's a bash at the Bug House coming
up.

Join me in making it tense.

Werner James.

It's our duty.

It's our penance.

Penance for what?

For our fathers who art in heaven.

I don't think.

Blessed be their names.

Not very.

Ah, what's the difference? Hey, old pal.

Hey.

Ask you a question?

Sure. May I ask you a question?

Sure. Go ahead.

Isn't she some piece of ass?

Don't answer that, James.

I'll break your neck.

Hi. Hi.

Is

it

that cold?

It's kind of chilly.

Would you mind if we went inside for a
few minutes?

Yes, I would mind.

I don't want to inspire your husband in
new feats of aggression.

I'm nervous about... Party.

You needn't be.

Werner said they do this every Saturday
night.

Mm -hmm.

What do they do?

I mean, what goes on?

At the bug house?

They drink a lot.

Tell stories about the past.

It's sometimes touching.

Mostly boring.

My mother hated those parties. She tried
to keep me away from them.

Why? My father used to stop off there on
his way home.

They came up for the weekend.

When he finally came home, and he was,
as they say, in no condition.

Listen.

A while ago you said you didn't want to
inspire my husband to new feats of

aggression.

Werner's not my husband.

You come to tell me that?

Why?

I don't see how we have any chance at
all without honesty.

Do you?

Suddenly I touched down. I would like my
usual, please.

I tried to prove our club was founded
for disreputable reasons.

Title was Hellfire in the Woods.

Fishing? Walleyes are running.

I want to talk to you about something.

You be in your place later?

Let's not have any of that.

Let us pray.

Almighty and most merciful Father, we
humbly beseech thee of thy great

to restrain those immoderate rains with
which thou hast afflicted us.

And we pray thee to send us such
seasonable weather that the earth may in

time yield her increase.

For our use and benefit. Through Jesus
Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Hymn number 385.

Thank you.

a great one for snapshots.

Sometimes my memory fails and I use
these to prove I was around last week.

Runner came home last night?

Not until very late.

I thought he might have been with you.

I was a guide in the champagne factory.

You're kidding.

No. Believe it or not, in Waco, Texas, I
take about 30 tours a

day. Start upstairs where it's about 100
degrees and then end up down in the

cellars. And I always had a bad cold.

So then finally they put me downstairs
for keeps.

My job down there was to rotate the
bottles, you know, so the residue would

settle evenly.

And I even had to wear a fencing mask in
case one of the bottles would blow up

in my face.

And then after I got pneumonia, I made
tracks for Puerto Rico.

To visit my Aunt Judy.

Hello, James.

I heard what you did to Olsen.

He got drunk.

You got him drunk.

I also gave him a private pension and a
bus ticket to Florida. You're a real

prince, Werner. Why?

Questions, questions.

This is private property, and what are
you doing here?

My name is Earl Olive.

I'm the new manager.

Who hired you?

Jack Olsen.

That's ridiculous.

Jack Olsen can't hire people. We hire
people.

There's a committee for that.

Well, so he said.

But in the meantime, you need a manager.

Why not give me a try?

What's your experience?

What did you do before this?

I was in the live bait business.

Oh, God.

What kind of live bait?

Worms.

Worms? How's slime?

Earl, I'm Senator John Old.

Hiya,

Senator.

I'd like something a little more
specific than that.

About the worms.

Right, Earl.

Okay. You get an old crank telephone and
you cut off the phone parts and all

you've got left is the crank in the box.

Then you've got two wires.

And onto each you hook a rod.

A rod?

What kind of a rod? How long? Ladies,
really.

I find this curiosity of yours rather
excessive.

I agree.

Excessive and a little abnormal.

Now, what's this you were saying about
rods?

Now, you go out in the field and you put
the rods in the ground.

Am I right?

Then you give the crank a little turn.

Right so far?

Now, what happens? We're asking the
questions here, Mr. Olive.

Worms pop out of the ground.

Oops. Yeah.

Don't you handle anything besides worms?

Frogs, frog harness, june bugs,
crickets, hellgrammites.

I was in the live bait business hand and
foot. One fella used to fish for bass

with nothing but live baby mice.

I know, I know, but I had to have him,
you know.

Where was this?

This was a few miles north of Ishpeming
on the Yellow Dog River.

Was that a good location? Bad location.

What was wrong with it? What was wrong
with it?

Nobody knew I was there.

I had a ton of live bait I couldn't
sell. I had to fish it all myself.

I fished the Yellow Dog, the Escanaba,
the Ontanagon, the Two Hawk.

I come down here.

I fish the Pigeon, the Black, the Old
Train, the Jordan, and the Pier

Well, guess who I met?

Jack Olsen.

Right. You say I hate any man who fish a
trout with live bait. I say it's all

meat to me, Papa, you dig?

And yet he hired you.

In a tavern in the middle of the night,
he called and hired me.

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm fixing to have a barbecue tomorrow
to celebrate my new job.

Now, I'd sure be honored if you all
come.

What if we don't come?

Well, Mrs. Senator, the truth is I'll be
having my barbecue anyway, you dig?

Huh?

A astonishing fellow.

Truly astonishing, fellow.

How in the devil did he guess Martha was
your wife?

Olsen was a useful man.

He was headstrong, a thorn in our sides.

We are pleased to get him out of our
hair.

We need a janitor, and we've got one
from the looks of this olive.

But whoever we have, our children and
our children's children will frequent

these lands.

in perpetual.

The traditions of the Centennial Club,
thanks to its board of directors, will

live on de profundis.

I thank you.

Here, here, here.

Now, for God's sake, who's bid?

I love you, love. All I thought of was
money.

You came along and woo, honey.

I changed my mind.

It was

good.

Well,

I want to love you like I love you
should.

Well, you're fine.

Earl! Howdy!

How about keeping the noise down?

Oh, Earl.

This, uh... This other business.

He's so funny.

You and Olsen plotted this whole thing,
and don't deny it.

Let's join the great society.

motorcycle instead of white hat.

Hey, there are ladies present.

More beer?

No kidding.

Not a way to go, Shirley. Hang on, baby.

You want to see if we can find Bobby and
who's it?

Oh, as if it was drowning ketchup in a
fifth of Pepto -Bismol for a chaser.

Jack Olsen was a real club manager.

You know, he was a champ in his own way.

Word's getting to be around here that
you're nothing more than a janitor.

You don't say.

Don't you have any feelings about that?

My only feeling is that these folks say
that I'm nothing more than a janitor.

Might find themselves settling for a lot
worse than that, you think?

You're a simple peasant.

You know, I got you this job.

I'm about ready to have you kicked out.

You're a raunchy mother, aren't you?

You just can't hold your beer, can you,
boy?

Hey,

you know that... dueling gallery I told
you about?

Hmm?

Yeah.

Okay, Bob.

Let's roll, huh?

Jimmy, I have something to tell you.

You weren't a virgin.

How did you know that?

I mean, you can't always tell those
things.

I don't know. I guess I was just
talking.

Well, my mommy always told me to just
sit tight and wait till Mr. Wright just

pops that question.

I didn't pop any.

questions, didn't I?

Darling, who said you were Mr. Right?

Ready, man?

Yeah, Papa.

Turn on ten and defend yourself.

I warn you again, we have double
charges.

Come on, come on, sir. Quit stalling.
This is a matter of honor.

Janie.

1, 2, 3,

4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 9,

10

But, Charlie, these dynamites are
damned. The whole lake is gone. My

Oh, shut up.

Why'd he do that? Wake up, Mr. Newcomb.
If you haven't got a gun, borrow one.

Operator.

Operator. What are you doing?

All the excitement. No one called the
police. We clean our own house around

here. Now, get with the other ladies and
make rations. Yes, sir.

In column?

To the boostment near the enemy's MLR.
What is an MLR?

There I shall deliver a signal.

Upon this signal, we will deploy into
skirmish line with point and flank us.

Silence is imperative.

Are there any questions?

Fortescue, what if we meet any of
Olive's friends?

Secondary targets will be merely
contained.

Sir?

Do we shoot to kill?

All right, men.

Right face.

Column layer.

This is on your head, Brenner.

You've got to stop them.

Isn't this what our club is for?

What?

Hunting.

All right, line it up, single pile.

Prepare to crawl, one at a time.

Come on, men!

Line up, single pile.

Proceed.

For the dear old flag I die,

said the wounded drummer boy.

Mother, press your lips to mine,

or they bring me comfort and joy.

I shall ever see your face.

Take me in your loving arms.

Do not mourn, my mother dear, for the
pain

will soon be o 'er.

For I hear the angel band,

for they call me from a starry shore.

Dry your weeping eye for the honor

of our land and the dear

old flag.

Christian soldiers marching as to war
with the

cross of Jesus going on before.

We, thy needy creatures, render thee our
humble praises for thy

preservation of us from the beginning of
our lives to this day.

and especially for having delivered us
from the dangers of the past night.

Amen. Amen.

For the hymn, do you want to say
something, Fortescue? Thank you,

Friends, fellow members, I need hardly
tell you,

the barbarians are at the gates.

Now,

there is... are two ways we can look at
this.

We can chase back to Detroit beaten or
true to the

ideals for which our forefathers founded
this club.

We can take this not as a defeat, but as
an opportunity.

Get something to watch.

Stanton! Stanton!

Stanton, I know you're in there.

Greetings.

I want to talk to you.

Do you see my sign?

Yes.

Enter at your own risk.

We believe we can clean up this Olive
business in a way that'll not only be a

tribute to the club, but a tribute to
the country as well.

Say you catch him.

What do you do with him?

Interrogate him.

About what?

Various things. For instance, it's not
at all clear what triggered his

We'd like to know.

And after that?

First we're going to... interrogate him.

And then we're going to interrogate him.

You know what I think?

I think that someone should get on the
phone, like to the sheriff at

Paramarquette.

The phone lines are down, actually, but
I can be of some use there.

I'm his deputy.

Why don't you call on me?

I'm deputy or assistant chief to every
law enforcement officer in this part of

Michigan.

Guess you got me.

I guess I have.

So what's the point of this call?

To see where you stand, Stan.

Either you stand with this

club and its traditions.

Or I'll get myself interrogated.

Precisely. You're bluffing, Fortescue.

It's a foreflush.

You fat cat execs ain't got the style
for this.

You know, you're a professional, phony
Fortescue.

What's more, you're a bore.

For 20 years, I've had to watch you
strut around here.

I've had all I could do to keep from
booting you in the seat of your smug

Hold it, Buster.

Reach for the sky.

I'm not through with you yet.

I'm sorry.

We ain't got the style.

In memory of your fathers, I'm going to
let you two dumb bunnies think this

over.

You better get out of here.

They have a machine gun.

Do they now?

Olive, don't be a fool.

Tomorrow's century day. They'll come and
get you all.

We got nothing to lose, Papa.

Now get the hell out of here, huh?

The nights were fair.

We know that the northern lights were
far brighter and more frequent in those

days.

Yet, life was not easy.

Wolves challenged women.

As late as July 1881, a picnic was
disrupted by a lynx.

Dispossessed bumpkins...

just poaching.

There were criminal raids.

Now, believe me, I wrote that long
before we ever heard of Mr. Olive.

Our forefathers were undaunted.

The founders dreamt of a better life, a
place in the forest that would be safe

for our own kind.

For their hopes,

And for their dreams.

Forests fell.

Timber flowed to the city and financed
those dreams.

Next stop, Florence.

The year of the floods.

Men casting those triple hooks to bring
up bodies from the Arno.

Well, that's when I decided.

To invest $20 ,000 in the possibilities
of celestial navigation and sea turtles.

I'm going outside.

Because I love you. I want to.

I don't see the point.

You inherit under my will.

What's the point?

I want to have your child.

Strange.

All this time you've committed every
offense to nature.

But never simple Christian marriage.

I was wrong.

Could we marry soon?

Please. Oh, please.

Yes. Yes.

Leave tonight.

Please. Yes.

Yes. Are you kidding me? No.

No.

What? Would you humor me? Would you
humor me?

decent treatment around here, I want
consideration.

I don't want to.

Oh, man.

Jimmy.

They're shooting in the mezzanine. Let

that

cakewalk music start to play.

Let that Ethiopian rhythm sway.

Somebody gonna get killed today.

quite see it that way well you've been a
big help that's true but in the end the

rabble is always unreliable

you go

too far i see you got your gun you want
to try it again

this private property.

Come on, pick it up.

What's the matter with you people?

It's $20 ,000. It's money, isn't it?

You sons of bitches, un -American.

I got one thing to

say to you, Vern.

You ever want any live bait?

Any frogs, hellgramats, anything you
want, you come see me here.

I'll be north to east for me on the
Yellow Dog River.

All right, gang, let's go. We're moving
on.

The winners of

the annual trout fishing derby for the
past 74 years are as follows.

Douglas, Armand, Spalding, Buford.

Am I home?

Somebody help me, please. Russell!

Russell!

From this ridge and this one.

It's a classic double development.

And if he tries to escape to the west,
our reserves can trap him on the Père

Marquette.

Do we take them all?

Of course.

But tonight's atrocity was obviously a
mass affair.

I hate to give you a great blow, but
Olive and his friends have left.

That's ridiculous.

A typical defeatist rumor.

He's trying to undermine our morale.

I'm rather tired of this civilization
myself.

So I'm taking to the woods.

In case you ever want to find me
sometime.

And I don't believe him. I don't trust
either of them.

I don't either, and I think Olive is
still there, right where you say he is.

Father! Father!

He may have gone back to the house.

12 paces due north of the flagpole.

Sure, it's incredible, Spengler.

What that we've survived through this of
all centuries with our traditions

intact.

They'd be very proud of us.

Indeed.

Indeed.

Well, that does it till midnight.

We've made one mistake.

What?

We should have planned to replace their
time capsule with one of our own.

You know, buried something to hold the
club together for the next hundred

Don't worry about that.

Before this night is out, we'll have
something to bury.

The century's expired.

It's something.

Parchment, I guess.

Oh, wait a minute. Here's some writing.

Go ahead, Charles.

Read it.

Dearest children of the 20th century.

Of the what?

The 20th century.

Do you take such pleasures as your
ancestors?

Do you take such what?

It appears to be a photograph.

A what?

A photograph.

Oh. Did they have photography there?

Circa Matthew Brady canon.

I assume it depicts the simple pleasures
for which our club was founded.

Is it true?

be my great -grandmother.

One with the Irish center.

Don't you think that's a little silly
now?

We've had it!

Then you join them in praying for the
bomb.

Discover that vaporization's no barrier
in the empire of love.

Oh, no.

You're not with me. You go in that tent
yourself.

You wouldn't shoot down an unarmed man,
would you?

An unarmed Harvard man?

Hey, come on.

Come on now.

Home.

Come on, let's go home.

Verner?

Let me take you home.

Oh, I know this Quinn.

Under his age of Eisenhower exterior,
it's a mindless beast that'll stop at

nothing.

Start back to back.

Count five papers.

Turn fire.

Right?

Werner, let me take you home.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Why'd you go and do that for?

the dear old flag I die said the

wounded drummer boy mother press

your lips to mine for they

bring me comfort and joy

I shall ever see your face.

Take me in your loving arms.

Gonna die a mother in your arms.

Do not mourn, my mother dear, for the
pain

will soon be o 'er.

For I hear the angel band,

for they call...

It's too late, mother, for me to stay.