part 4

(MUSIC SWELLS)

What did I tell you? Isn't this beautiful?

You can see the whole town from here.

If I get to New York,

I'll show you the sights.

I brought the kids up here.

Good for their legs.

I don't expect to make the basketball team.

Don't be such an old whiney worm.

- A what?

- Whiney worm. Always whining.

Just relax. When you come face to face

with sheer beauty, just...

...let go.

- Whose idea was it? Yours?

- What?

The plan. The civic centre.

That was a legacy from my father.

He worked on it for years.

Never could put it over.

- But you will.

- You bet.

You set me back a bit, but I'll put it over.

It's the only thing my father left

when he died.

"It's my one possession," he said.

"A worthwhile job to do. It's yours.

"Consider yourself rich."

I thought he left you the newspaper.

No. We just work there.

Ben Moody owns it.

Oh. Moody's Mansion House.

You call yourself acting editor.

Who's the editor? Mr Moody?

No. Papa. There can only be

one editor for that paper.

He still runs it, sort of.

- I like that.

- You sound like him.

Sometimes you even look like him.

But you're not like him at all.

Papa wasn't so desperate. What

are you desperate for? Money? Power?

You been reading the bumps on my head?

The air becomes charged with electricity

around desperate men.

I always feel it when I'm near Nickleby.

I feel it now. Strong.

- Having fun?

- Mm. Do you mind?

No.

What is that? Let me see it.

MT14 rheostat.

Controls the speed of that train

in the window.

Was your childhood terribly ugly?

That model train is a very professional job.

- Girl mechanic.

- Was it?

It was cloistered - Swiss governess,

Lord Fauntleroy suits, that type of thing.

There's one thing that doesn't add up.

Electric currents

and selling insurance in Grandview.

- Maybe you need a new crystal ball.

- My old one's all right.

Want to know what I see in it?

Before you're through,

you'll run for mayor of this town.

The awful part is

I'll probably vote for you.

He and his brother were river rats.

People would throw coins

and they'd dive for them.

It meant food for the family.

He wants security, sure, in his fist.

Yes, of course.

- Hey, sis, gonna watch us practise?

- No, darling. I have a meeting.

So long.

- What else, Hoop?

- That's all I know.

I've gotta go. I've got papers to mark.

Night, Mary. Thanks for dinner.

- Ladies' meeting over yet?

- Just about.

Yup. Just about.

- Goodnight, Mary. Wonderful meeting.

- Goodnight.

The basketball dance will be held a week

Saturday at the Town Meeting Hall.

That's plush.

That's the night of the Waverley game.

- We'll pin their ears back.

- Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- How did it go tonight?

- Good.

Good, good, good.

Did you go to school here?

- Mmm.

- These are graduation pictures?

I'll be darned. Look at that.

Wonderful. Are you here?

- Yeah.

- Wait a minute. Don't show me.

There. I knew you right off.

Go on. I showed you.

No, you didn't. It's simple.

You got the same...

Same this.

Same firecracker eyes.

You were pretty then too.

- Think so?

- Yeah.

Very pretty.

Well, that's Helen Kleinspiegel.

This is me over here.

Wise guy, huh?

That's amazing. That grew up to be you?

What an age we're living in.

There's a smell about a classroom

that always gets me.

You went to school here, huh?

What do you know?

- In this very classroom?

- Uh-huh.

I'll be darned.

- Where did you sit?

- Over there.

In the front row?

You had to stay awake all the time.

I always had trouble

with these legs of mine.

Always stuck out in the aisle like this.

People kept tripping over them.

One day, the teacher was walking

down the aisle and went kerplunk.

- Oh-oh.

- She accused me of doing it deliberately.

- You didn't, of course?

- I might have helped a little.

- And you sat there?

- This seat had an awful squeak...

(LOUD SQUEAK)

Yup. This is where I sat.

- Did you have pigtails?

- Mmm.

Anybody special to pull them?

Bertie. Senator Wilton's son.

He was a terror.

They moved to Washington

and I was heartbroken.

You were?

- For how long?

- Ages.

Almost a week.

Oh, look. "Hiawatha."

"By the shores of Gitche Gumee, by the..."

- Always thought it was Gitche Gooey.

- It is gooey.

I was always exclusively

a "Charge Of The Light Brigade" fella.

- I love Hiawatha.

- Charge of the Light Brigade.

- Half a league, half a league...

- By the shores of Gitche Gumee...

(BOTH RECITE THEIR POEM)

"Forward, the Light Brigade!

Charge for the guns!" he said!

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

"Forward the Light Brigade!"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd.

Their's not to make reply,

Their's not to reason why,

Their's was to do and die!

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,

Cannon to left of them...

- Volley'd and thunder'd...

- "Ewa-yeah! My little owlet!"

Into the jaws of Death,

Into the mouth of Hell!

"Ewa-yeah! My little owlet."

Rode the six hundred!

Flash'd all their sabres bare,

Flash'd as they turn'd in air...

Many things Nokomis taught him

Of the stars that shine in heaven,

Showed him Ishkoodah the comet,

Ishkoodah with fiery tresses...

Right thro' the line they broke,

Cossacks and Russian

Reeling from the sabre stroke,

Shatter'd and sunder'd...

In the frost nights of Winter,

Showed the broad white road in heaven,

Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows,

At the door sat the little Hiawatha...

"Forward the Light Brigade!"

Was there a man dismay'd?

Not tho' the soldier knew

some one had blunder'd.

Their's not to make reply,

Their's...

But, soft, what light

through yonder window breaks?

It is the east and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon

who is already pale and sick with grief...

Open up, Twiddle. It's me.

Not in yet, huh?

- Did you get them?

- Yeah.

Three "Yes" and one "Don't know".

Good. That completes the list.

He needs to make that plane. He told

Mac he'd have the results tomorrow.

They're playing Preston tonight.

A very important game.

(KNOCKING)

It's me.

Hi, boys. Sorry I'm late.

- How does it look?

- It's all blocked out.

- Just give me the basic figures.

- It'll take one second. Who won?

Who won?! Don't be comical. 46 to 12.

We slaughtered them.

- That's peachy!

- It'll be peachy if you get it finished.

- Come on, Mr Twiddle. Stop stalling.

- Stalling? I said one second.

I hope these figures

are close to Stringer's.

- All you have to do...

- I know!

Put the decimal points

in their proper places.

- There. I've done it.

- Give me that. There she is, boys.

This was done in two weeks.

We can do them in 24 hours if necessary.

Wait till Mac sees this. Here you are, Ike.

If you hurry, you'll catch that plane.

If Mac starts asking you questions,

just turn your baby blues on.

I'd like to see his face.

You can accomplish that with alacrity.

Why don't you go and see him yourself?

- I can't. We play Waverley tomorrow.

- Oh?

- There's a dance after.

- Oh.

My handling this team

has worked beautifully.

It'll look awful funny if I just disappear.

Here you are.

That was a beautiful job, Mr Twiddle.

Excellent.

How would you like to kick this deal over?

- Kick it over?

- It'll be all right with me and Mr Twiddle.

- What?

- Yes.

- Don't keep going on our account...

- Save it!

Kick it over? What's the matter with you?

What are you talking about?

I've been working all my life for this.

Kick it over? What for?

What kind of a lame brain

do you think I am?

- OK. OK. I guess I was way off the beam.

- I guess you were!

(HORN HONKS)

Well... I gotta go now.

Ike, tell Mac that we can take

three or four jobs at one time.

Maybe more than that.

Call me as soon as you've finished.

Ike? You call me.

(HORN HONKS)

Did you ever do the Samba, Mr Quincy?

- No. I can't say I did.

- I just had a two-hour demonstration.

- Know what a back pass dilemma is?

- No.

I'm going to get a demonstration of that.

Back pass dilemma.

This I gotta see.

OK. I'm gonna pass to you.

Throw the ball! Don't make love to it.

That's no way to throw a ball.

It's more of a snap forward like that.

No, no. Suppose there's a wolf

on the make. What do you do?

You mean like this?

Yeah. Like that.

Let's try something else, shall we?

We'll try the lay up shot.

No rough stuff now.

The principle of this shot is to stretch

yourself out as far as you can

and lay the ball in the basket.

So stretch up and lay the ball in there.

OK. You try.

Get over there. Remember,

you've got to stretch yourself way up.

Just lay the ball up there. I'll help you.

Look. It got stuck up there.

Back pass dilemma, eh?

(APPLAUSE)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

Ever asked yourself why they call me Rip?

Is it something to do with Rip Van Winkle?

I fall asleep at the drop of an eyelid.

I think I'll drop an eyelid on that lovely

shoulder of yours and never leave.

- Ooh!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

You live and learn.

- Sorry to cut in. You promised.

- Certainly. This is your night.

- Mind, Rip?

- No, no.

Watch it.

She's carrying concealed weapons.

Good work, son. You licked those kids

into a fighting machine.

It's the first time we beat Waverley

in ten years.

Hi, Sergeant.

- Are you tussling with your conscience?

- Don't worry about my conscience.

Hey, Bob. Remember,

stay far away from her.

Difficult to drop that girl in a bracket.

She won't stay there.

(CHOIR) # I keep a book within my heart

Our school song.

# Where all my fondest memories art

# The temple bells on Christmas Eve

# The wishes on a falling star

# The lonely sound across the night

# The trains that always hurry through

# The patterns on the frosted pane

# The magic lands they took me to

# These are not only idle dreams

# That time will some day dim for me

# They're pages that I've put away

# Here into my book of memory

# The fun around the swimming hole

# The gang around the campus green

# The laughter of an April Fool

# The ghost that walks on Halloween

# The little hand I held in mine

# While walking through a secret lane

# The rainbow on a neighbour's lawn

# That sparkles after summer rain

# These are not only idle dreams

# That time will some day dim for me

# They're pages that I've put away

# Here into my book of memory #

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