 presents Hollywood. Man Johnson and Joanne Drew in Trouble Along the Way with Terry Jackson. Ladies and gentlemen, your producer, Mr. Irving Cummings. Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen. In tonight's romantic comedy Trouble Along the Way, we have a gentleman with a problem. The gentleman has a small daughter who needs supervision. It's a small college that needs a football team. And a beautiful social worker. And while you listen and see how complicated a man's life can get. And as our stars of this delightful story from the Warner Brothers Studios, we have Van Johnson and Joanne Drew with Terry Jackson. I suppose I've passed the place a hundred times before I even knew what it was. The mossy old walls, the quaint sagging buildings, the ivy covered tower. Well, finally I asked the taxi driver. Why, that's a college, ladies. St. Anthony's College. College? Yeah, there ain't another one like it in the world. There ain't no college nowhere as broken down as this college. Why, it must be the oldest college in New York City. Nah, it just looks that way. Oh, but it's beautiful. Lovely iron gates and that wonderful tower with the clock. Yeah, at the clocks on all four sides, see. Oh, yes, I know. Only each side's got a different time. Oh, that's some clock, lady. You can't even learn the time of day. Poor St. Anthony. Shabby neglected completely out of place in the city that surrounded it. The city incidentally was my boss. I worked for the court of domestic relations. And quite often my job took me near St. Anthony's. One day I even saw an automobile driver. What we're trying to say, Father Burke, is that... Well, Brother Procurator and I come here directly from a meeting of the province advisor. They're upset about the indebtedness of your little college. Over $170,000, Father. And you don't seem to be doing anything to decrease? Well, George, when I take a vow of poverty, I go all the way. It appears you've been going a little too far. You see, Father, St. Anthony's College is going to close its doors. Close? I'm sure you'll find it's all for the best, Father. But I can't leave St. Anthony's. Why, I've been here as a student, a professor, and then as Father Rector for more than 50 years. I'm sorry, Father, but the decision's been made unless you suddenly find $170,000. Meanwhile, you've finished the term, of course, but try to keep expenses down. Well, goodbye, Father. And don't worry, Father. We're certainly not going to put you out the past, God bless you. Goodbye. Goodbye. Oh, don't trip on that step going down. That board was closed when I was a student here. Please, there's nothing but a fire trap. If I had my way, we'd close it down immediately. Is that so? We shall just see about that. We'll see about that indeed. That evening, Father Burke gave a little talk to the student body. After which he went to his office, followed by his two assistants, Father Peterson and Father Malone. That was an excellent speech, Father Burke. Excellent. Thank you, Leonard. But you just told those boys this college will still be here when their grandchildren are flunking out. We understood the college was ordered closed. Only if we fail to solve our financial problem, that's a mere matter of money. Oh, that'll stop again. I know exactly how I shall meet the situation, and as usual, I shall meet it single-handed. And just how do you intend to get $170,000? I found the answer in Deuteronomy. Deuteronomy? Chapter 32 verse 15. Chapter 32? Well, is there a Bible in the house or do you have to go to a hotel? I'll see you both in the morning. Hmm. Chapter 32 verse 15. Hmm. The beloved grew fat and kicked. What did you say? The beloved grew fat and kicked. Now, what do you suppose Father Burke meant by that? Father Burke's meaning was entirely obvious. Football, what else? The next day after visiting a couple of prominent coaches, Father Burke found himself in the rather steamy section of the East Side. He was looking for a man named Steve Williams. I mean, what do you want with him? Well, I have a position to offer him. Well, he's a little old for an alter boy, but you look armor. Appearances can be very deceiving, but thank you anyway. That Steve's trucking up is cute. He's got a sucker on the hook. Thank you, little girl. Mr. Williams? Good morning. I hate to interrupt your game, but I... Oh, it's nothing, Father. Only 75 cents a ball. I'm Father Burke, St. Anthony's College. A little off your beat, aren't you? No, I don't think so. I'm looking for an experienced football coach. I understand you used to be one of the best. Who told you? You have friends. You have a soul and get us out of this unwholesome atmosphere? Us? Who's my father? Well, I... I have a school that is in financial difficulties. That's my only reason for coming to you. I'm afraid you're a little out of touch. I've been kicked out of the Big Ten, the Ivy League, and the Southern Conference. They wouldn't even let me coach at Alcatraz. I know all about that. The offer still holds. I like it here. Very few alumni come back to tell me how to hold this cue. Do I detect a note of bitterness? You do indeed. Now, in case you don't know it, Father, football is now an American industry. A price of a good running back often surpasses the salary of a professor. And whenever some righteous committee unearths this well-known fact, it's always the coach who takes it on the chin. I just get tired of picking myself up. I'd free-borrow my side pocket, Steve. Go ahead. Thanks, Junior. Hey, the wife ought to play the whole family. Mr. Williamers, you must not judge St. Anthony's by the standards of other schools. I'm willing to take a chance on you. Well, the trouble with us, Father, is that I'm a sensitive man, and you're a gambler. No thanks. Rock, boy, rock! Take my advice and stay out of sports. You'd be a babe in the woods. I'll rack the balls for you, honey. No rack, huh? Where did you ever learn how to do that? Hey! The father's a ringer! I'll also play a very good game of Kelly Pool, Mr. Williams, if you should change your mind. You're quite a guy. Yes, aren't I? Well, that's how Father Burt met Steve Williams. Now, how do I figure in all of this? Well, Steve Williams occurred early the following day, when I, too, came searching for him. But mine was a much distant sort of error. Sure, I often eat your breakfast. Thanks, Junior. Well? I'm Alice Singleton from the Children's Division of the Court of Domestic Relations. I've been assigned to investigate you into a child with regard to her environment and educational training. Excuse me. The deadline for school is in exactly ten and one-quarter minutes. Buckle out of pops as I can hear. As for you, Miss, please don't use the word child with such chilling precision. Her name is Carol. You seem very particular about everything, except an untidy room and dirty dishes. Well, the buckler was late today. You know, I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll get a fair shake in this investigation. I'm completely impartial, but I'm almost certain my report will have to be unfavorable. I interviewed the child's teachers and neighbors before coming here. My neighbors knocked me? Quite the contrary. But they're scarcely the sort of people I would choose for character references if I were you. Well? Well, the court has received the complaint that your child has been neglected. You mind telling me who filed the complaint? I believe it was your former wife. Why are she so interested all of a sudden? There's no reward. We don't talk about my mother around here. She's in a knoll. News in the court make us worry that you're not getting the proper care. And I must say it appears that she has some grown. Honest officer, I'm the nicest father a kid ever had. Show the lady how nicely the wealths are healing where I beat you. And you know those new teeth he bought me are just as good as the old ones, see? And we only hold up gas stations once a week and in the daytime. It isn't as if I kept the kid up after hours. If you don't mind, Mr. Williams, we'll continue this discussion without the presence of the child. Don't get your books. See, do I have to? I'll holler if I need help. You should holler before you got married. No. May I have your occupation, please? Me? Oh, I'm a tycoon. Well? A tycoon is a man who has far-flung financial operations. Now, during football season, I get out a little card which gives my estimates of the worth of the various college teams. If your estimate is better than mine, I pay as high as five to one. During baseball season, I do the same thing. And you can get action on the prize fights, hockey and the nine ball in the corner pocket. I'm a tycoon. If there were any real attachment between you and your child, I would think you'd make every effort to convince the court that you're a fifth parent. You're way off base. Miss Singleton, Carol and I are okay. It's you who needs help. Really? You know all about me, hmm? Let me guess. Four years at finishing school, one year at the new school for social research, no love life because you're afraid of it. You're also very... Miss Williams, when I first walked in here, my sympathies were not entirely with that poor child's mother. But now I'm going to do everything I can to take Carol away from these awful surroundings and your degrading influence. You've got nice legs, too. Clear, pal? Yeah. When did you burn down the school? Okay. But I'm only doing this for you. Thanks, pal. Have a good lunch. It's me, pal. I considered it my duty to check on Miss Williams' activities for the balance of the day. Oh, what an impossible man. In any event, at about one o'clock, he had a third-rate saloon on Second Avenue. Hello, Steve. Hello, Anne. I've been waiting for you. The bartender said you're here every day. That's right. One of my branch offices. You looked a little stout. I guess five years is a long time. Not long enough. Aren't you going to ask a former wife to take a seat? Go ahead. You've taken everything else. Well, I came by to talk about visiting, perfectly. Look, I've told your lawyer a dozen times. I wouldn't let you see Carol for five minutes. But you don't understand. I want you to visit. One thing I always liked about you, Anne, no, no razzle, dazzle, always straight to the middle. What about your latest husband? Oh, Harold can still raise me to the height for this checkbook. Now, look, there's no reason for a legal mess about the kid. All you have to do is be nice to me. Go home. It's very cold at home. You'll build a fire under someone, but not me. Don't you walk out on me, Steve. Come back here. All right, I'll get that kid away from you if it takes every lawyer in New York. You just watch. I can't say what the Mr. Williams was aware that I was following him or not. All I know is that he got away from me. And just to make matters worse, when I returned to their flat late that afternoon, Mr. Williams and his daughter had disappeared. What about it, Father Burke? Carol here and I, well, we talked it over and decided to give it a whirl. We're very grateful to have you with us, Mr. Williams. I'd rather imagine you look upon St. Hanson as a last desperate resort. The bottom of the ivy-colored barrow, Father. But if you're willing to take a chance, so am I. You're our last resort, too. You have six months in which to help us save our little school. I trust you'll do it with honor and integrity. What to say, Father? I believe that by skimping a little on our budget, we're going to find a Ford, say, $3,000 a year. Who'll buy a whistle? You'll keep out of this. It's a deal, Father. Your daughter will be gratified to learn that we supply room and board free of charge. Just get it down on paper, huh? That's your religion, Father. I shall draw up a contract. I presume, little girl, you are also a notary public. What a character. And so Steve Williams became a football coach at Anthony's College. At the time, of course, I knew nothing of this. I was still looking for him. While he, as I later discovered, was looking for a football team. Have a football team here, kid? Oh, sure, Mr. Williams. You bet I do. You go to the games? I have to, sir. I'm the captain. Captain, huh? What are you way? $1.29, sir. Without my glasses. Now, I'll show you our playing field, Mr. Williams. It's right out this door. There you are. Quite adequate, I believe. Father Malone, this is the field. Dandy little layout, eh? When do you pick the strawberries? This way, boys. Everyone over here, please. What system do you use, Father? Uh, do one to others as you would have others do one to you. However, usually, the others do it to us first. Tell us, I want you to meet your new coach. This is Steve Williams, boys. He's coached at some of the country's leading university. We're short intervals. And we're very happy to have him at St. Anthony. Anybody here know how to kick a football? Oh, I do the kicking coach. Well, get out there and show me. If you can't receive, the linemen can practice blocking. All right, now, get out there. How'd you do last season, Father? Oh, rather well. We showed up for every game. Just raw courage, huh? Oh, what are you waiting for? You have her ball, sir. It's the only one we have. Oh, here. And don't bruise it. Here at the top of the chapel tower. Father Peterson said we have a very fine view. Oh, brother, those stairs. Back of note for Dave. School today. Oh, fine. How was football today? Just keep in training, kid. I'm going to need you at left guard. Bunch of bombs, huh? Well, at least they're willing bombs. I'm trying. I got the end of it. Oh, go to bed. Why don't we blow? Because the court's going to be looking for us. And when they find us, I want a better address than the pool room. Don't he give you the creep? Sleeping in a chapel after taking us through grand? Oh, look, this is the musical comedy college. And nobody can save it except Rodgers and Hammerstein. I couldn't help him if I wanted to. And I go to bed. Yeah. And couldn't really take me away from you. Could she? Now, look, why don't you quit trying to carry the world around on your shoulders? You're only 11 years old. Wait until you're 12. And stop worrying about the school and the church and taking their money. I'm not going to spoil my sleep. I'm so tired. Cappled bells and things are right under him. Now, go to sleep. We've got a solid 59 minutes to reach head to him. Well, I finally ran down Mr. Williams about a month later. He was out on the football field. I waited until they were through that. You? Well, welcome to St. Anthony's office. Well, I must say your change of address is quite an improvement that you neglected to notify the court. It's strictly an oversight. Apparently, my little visit had some effect on you. You'd be surprised what effect it had. I'm going to find it hard to resist an officer from now on. Now, if you would just take a sensible viewpoint regarding Mrs. McCormick's visitation rights. Not a chance. Mr. Williams, why are you so stubborn about Carol's mother? Stubborn guy, I guess. Come as natural. I didn't mean to pry. I just hoped for more information so I'd have a better understanding of the situation. Well, you'll leave me no choice but to report in favor of Mrs. McCormick's complaint. I understand. No hard feelings? None. Goodbye. I'll try to... Well? Say, I asked what this is. That is a whiskey bottle. I keep it there on the bench. You have a very wicked and suspicious nature, Mrs. Singleton. That whiskey bottle is filled with liniments. I shall light a candle for you. Steve? Oh, hello, Father Malone. I was eavesdropping, Steve. I'm sorry. I should have left when she started to talk to you. Oh, it's okay to get it. I just want you to know, Steve, I'm sure you wouldn't have kept Carol unless you were sure she was better off with you. Carol's mother is just no good, Father. I may not be much better myself, but I just can't let her take that kid. Let me speak to Father Burke. I'm sure if he knew... Nothing, nothing doing. Whatever you've heard this afternoon is strictly between us. I want your word on that. Very well, Steve. That's what you want. Things will work out one way or another. They always do. Morning, Father Burke. 10 o'clock. Aren't you a little late for school, Carol? Oh, well, uh, yes. That's the way I look at it, too. So I figured I'd go up to Yankee Stadium. Oh, and what are they teaching up there? Yankees versus Cleveland. It's a crucial... Carol, Carol, I want to talk to you. The two-and-office are calling me yesterday. He seemed a little upset. Well, well, if I had a case of kids for eleven, I couldn't sleep night feeders. Carol, I'm sure your father wants you to have an education. What did it ever do for him? Sure, he works his way through college. So what? So I could go to football here and bankrupt you? I was hoping you'd help us change all that. In six months? It takes four years to get a decent schedule. Four years? It's a big club to bookie at all. Gee, I thought everybody knew that. Well, now you see, if you don't go to school, you might grow up to be as ignorant as I am. Look, Father, the way I see it, all you have to do is learn how to add. So you can figure out when people are cheating you. I add pretty good. You know something? I've spent sixty years of my life in schools and I can't add at all. Now, if you'll excuse me, I just remembered I have a very important engagement. That's okay, Father. See you in church. But the Cardinal's visit in New York was such a short time. You really should have had an appointment. Yes, I know, I know, but a matter has come up suddenly and I thought I'd have to... What about those resolutions for Chicago? Oh, yes, your Eminence, everything has come up. Father Burke, why didn't you tell me he was out? Oh, we didn't want to disturb you, your Eminence. You're in New York so seldom. Why all the formality, Father? This doesn't sound like the man who failed me in English history. I was merely adopting the reverential tone customer with your high office. Now, if you had any real dignity, you'd expect it. Well, that's for Father Burke, I used to know. How can I help you, Father? I have an idea of how we could enable St. Anthony's College to continue your Eminence. Father Burke, I feel just as badly as you do about the passing of St. Anthony's, but that's entirely in the provincial's hands. I can't interfere. Yes, but if we could make St. Anthony's pay its own way. In that case, it would be a pleasure to help the provincial people like. What is your Machiavellian plan? Well, my staff looks upon it as another indication of my senility. Are you familiar with the game of football? That brutal sport? Well, many universities aid themselves financially by engaging in it. Indeed. I'd hope to do the same. But do you know it takes four years to get a decent schedule if the big cubs will book your talk? Well, how can I be of assistance? Well, I thought perhaps you might drop a gentle hint to some of our larger institutions to look favorably upon the clients in St. Anthony's. To have them book you? Oh, well, I really shouldn't have asked. Well, I'll do anything I can for you. I'll see how much influence I really have. Excuse me, Your Eminence, but we'll be late for the appointment. Oh, well, I'll leave you now then. Oh, no, Father, you're going along as our guest. Where are we going? Yankee Stadium. The Yankees are playing Cleveland. Or to be a splendid game, Father. Well, naturally, it's a crucial. Well, by the time the commencement exercises were held, Father Burke was able to announce the fall of football schedule. And now I am sure you will all be interested in a recent communication from His Eminence, the Cardinal. He has written the following. My dear Father Burke, concerning my recent appointment as Graduate Manager of Athletics for St. Anthony's College, I am happy to report the following schedule for next fall. September 20th, Santa Carla University. September 27th, Holy Cross. October 4th, Villanova. October 7th, at South Bend, the University of Notre Dame. Mr. Williams, what is it? Are you Will? Couldn't he have booked one Protestant school just for a breather? I told you I'm leaving town. I won't be a party to this homicide. Why, with the material you have here at St. Anthony's, you couldn't whip basher or tiddlywinks. You flipped your lids. Sure you have a schedule, but how about the players? Players. Right now we've got 15 boys playing football who want to be practicing. They're a ping-pong. We need a squad of at least 40. They've got to be big, they've got to be strong, and they've got to have experience. Well now, isn't that up to you, Mr. Williams? I've told you, we're giving you an absolutely free hand. Then you'd better shake it right now because I'm leaving. It's nice to have known you gentlemen. Upstate where we can hide away from our little friend from the Probation Bureau. Do we know anybody up there? Oh, I've got a friend in Rochester. He owns a bar and grill. Pool room attached? Sure. Well, what's the matter? Nothing. Including the matter one home for the ages. But you have all something to get ready. Three months to build up that kind of a team? We'd be slaughtered. A sports writer would like it though. There's plenty of papers right next to a little abner. You could do it though. You just could do it. You're beginning to sound like a member of the order. Pa, please. Honeybeast sensible. You know football. How could I possibly? You're pretty happy here, huh? Uh-huh. You want to stay here? Uh-huh. Okay, Junior, that's the way you want it. Okay. Oh gee! This is a very large university up in New England. He went there to talk to two old friends. But I got a great set up here. Backfield coach. And I got a four-year deal to coach your line. Okay, fellas. I just thought I'd send you out. I wouldn't want to take you away from your soft touch here. Are these your final moves? Yeah. We got to report these files and every prep and high school kid has kicked the ball over ten yards. And the name of their kid who caught it. I wonder how many of these kids are gonna nail down. They've already been nailed a good one. Oh, they'll get loose when they hear my offer. Well, let's be. Roman boy. There's gonna be no employer-employee relationships at St. Anthony's. Everybody's going into business for himself. Yeah? What's the deal? Well, at my new alma mater, they don't even know what time it is. All thereafter a gate receipts. So? So we're gonna cut up all the angles for ourselves. We're gonna put in the parking, programs, hot dogs, advertising, tenants, and the pay washrooms. Everybody's gonna be a member of the firm and split the profits. This will be the first cooperative football team in history. Ain't that socialism? Not if we can get in on it. I thought you were so happy here. Look, just for once, we'd like to make as much as the play. Let's get to work and clean out those files. Oh, Steve, no. We can't swipe those files. This is the Ivy League. We can't swipe them at church. Just hand me the box to dump them in. Now, what about this one? He sure looks good in this photograph. We got him, Steve. I sent him up yesterday. All state tackle, it says. Well, of course, he didn't graduate. Then we'll print him a diploma. Oh, looks like we got everything for the pastor. What happened to that kid from Scram? I wanted a California school to get him first. Yeah, I think they made his old man vice president of the bank. Yeah. Yeah. Oh, now take it easy, Steve. He's a pro. Give him a crew haircut and sign him. Now, remember, we can't just win our first game. We're going to have to roll up a big score. We don't throw flies. How do you roll up a big score against Santa Carla? Number one in the West Coast? Summer school. Summer school? Our own brand. Eight classes a day. All football. Practice in the summertime, conference rules. That gives us a three-month jump on them. Yeah. By September, we ought to be able to pick on the Chicago Bears even if they use real bears. We may faint in the stretch, gentlemen, but brother will bump them in those openers. Oh, what happens if our boys don't want to give up their summers for training? Oh, they'll train, all right. We're getting them only because they want to make some money. Big money. We don't have a squad of college boys. We've got a squad of stockholders. We've got a... By the following September, the most covered wall of St. Anthony's College was hiding one of the biggest toughest football teams in the country and potentially the best page. But so far, no one seemed to know the difference. Then a week before the opening game, Steve received a letter from the city of New York. It brought him quickly downtown to see New York. Just at this place, this Miss Singleton happens to be a salon. Well, I thought we could talk more comfortably in a place better suited to your manners. Now, drink your highball and quiet your nose. You know, you're actually showing signs of being human. Now, look, I know we're going to have to fight you when the custody hearing comes up in court, but what is this all about, this letter you people sent me? It means you have to let Carol see your mother on September 20th or else you're in contempt of court. That's next Saturday. Mrs. McCormick assisted. It was the most convenient time. She'll read the sports pages. That's the day of our first big game. Oh, Mr. Williams, aren't there more important things in Carol's life and football? Not next Saturday, there aren't. Oh, this is just peachy, isn't it? If I make Carol go see her mother, then I may heal. If I don't, I'm in contempt of court. It's the old squeeze play. Well, that's one way of looking at it. What other way is there? Well, it's just possible that Carol will find a whole new world that you've kept her from. How do you know that your way has been right? I asked her that's the best way, isn't it? How many pink dresses does she have? How many hats she can't play baseball in? And what happens when she stops being a little girl and becomes a young lady? Are you preparing her to meet those problems? I'll call for Carol at 11 o'clock Saturday morning. Listen, Carol, you're not going to the game. What are you talking about? You have to go see your mother today. Alice is coming by to pick you up. How? Miss Singleton. You're kidding, huh? They have a court order. Even you can't fight City Hall. But today is the first... A lot of things are more important in your life than football. You didn't even put up a fight? Now quit yapping and take a gander of this. I've got something for you. What? A time bomb. What else? Well, how do you like it? I like it fine. Only I want to go to the game. Put on the dress, honey. She'll be waiting for you downstairs. Now stay out of trouble and pick on the third down, okay? Okay. But I still think you're a stinker. So I took Carol to her mother. I decided to wait around. By two o'clock, Carol had all she could take. As a matter of fact, so had I. We reached the photo grounds and plenty of times to kick off. And there, right on the 50 yard line, we saw the best. Here you are, Father Frank. This robe should keep you nice and warm. Thank you for sucking me in. Next thing I know, you'll be burping me. Well, look who's coming, Father. Brother Procurator and Father Provincial. Good afternoon, Ed. Good afternoon, Father. I think you got the tickets I sent you. Oh, yes, there's Flendency. It's $80 and 80 cents a piece. Oh, he said the college had to pay its own way. Or did you hope for professional courtesy? I understand the clouds continue only as long as the team is winning. Well, all our boys went to mass this morning. So did Santa Carla. Ah, yes, but ours outweighed them. Why is it stupid, Father? It appears the game started. Who has the ball? The enemy. Smite them, boys. Smite them, all right. By the time the fourth quarter started, St. Anthony was leading twenty-eight. Yes, dear. Quite a team your father has. Quite a team. But didn't you tell me they were all freshmen? I'll say they're working their way through college. I'll bet there isn't a coal miner left in Pennsylvania. Great kid, great. They reached them like they didn't know what was in them. Friend of yours? Yeah. I see. Oh, you think I should? I'm not being paid, you know. I'm on your side. St. Anthony's won the game twenty-eight-nothing. After the game, Carol took me down to the field. What's wrong here? Not at all. I've learned a great deal today. I learned about Carol's mother and then about you. I always figured you had possibilities. When can I see you again? Good morning, in court. Goodbye, Carol. Goodbye, Alice, and thanks. I don't like the way she said that. Me neither. Sorry, Pa. But I guess I still can be. Sorry to have kept you waiting, Father Burke. Well, I just got the final count on the profits from Saturday's game. Thirty-one thousand dollars in round figures. And they're going to get rounder and rounder. Now, take a look at this. Advanced sales on the Holy Cross game. There isn't going to be any Holy Cross game. We have just canceled the entire schedule. But they are reckoning it arrived early now, Father. It won't be the last you'll experience either. You're mind telling me who opened your eyes? I mind indeed. It's okay. I think I know. What made you think you could save St. Anthony's? By destroying the very things it stands for. I have already asked the provincial to close our school immediately. I'm sorry, Father. The thing that hurt most was to hear from a stranger that you've been buying players, forging records, dividing profits and laughing at those others who were naive enough to have confidence in you. That you've even allowed a professional football player to wear the venerable colors of St. Anthony's. Elmer Miller of the Canadian professional league. Elmer Miller happens to be a kid who spent his last high school year in Korea. Combat medals from here to here. He comes home and plays one tinsy backwards game. And what's the difference whether the kids make money and the hot dogs in the parking or some alumnus gets the concession. I've been through this so many times whatever it's like old home week. So let's just call it quits. I want you to know this though. I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. There's enough shame in me for both of us. Good day, Mr. Williams. This office is officially closed for the night. Well, what do you want? Miss Singleton, you've accomplished the following. Carol will be taken away from me. Father Burke's heart will be broken because St. Anthony's will be closed and you cheated some 40 kids out of an education they can't afford unless they're football all because I looked at your legs. You've been drinking. And in the best Christian tradition I'm going to return good for evil. Here's some advice. Singleton, start winking at strange men. Drop your gloves any time you're in an elevator with an eligible bachelor. Go boat riding with lonesome sailors. Go out in the town. Let life rub up against you and then maybe some man will do this to you. Don't you dare kiss me. That's what you wanted, isn't it? But to make up for it you do clever little things like running to Father Burke and telling him my boy and his school. I did not go to Father Burke. No. He had me all figured out from the beginning, hasn't he? Four years of finishing school. I went to City College night and I don't have to tell stories about you to hurt you, Mr. Williams. You're hurting yourself. Anything I've done was to protect Carol. Protect her? For what? From growing up like me I had a wonderful father too. Real pals we were man to man about everything. I hardly ever realized I was a girl. By the time I was ten I was enlisted. And when I was twelve I hated every boy who'd ever laughed at me. It was a big club. You know that this is the first time I have ever met a man to get close to me in all of my life. Now get out of here. Yes, sir? Mrs. McCormick in? Is she expecting you, sir? I paid two bucks for what you're doing here. I surrender, dear. Get out. Everybody tells me to get out not until I've talked to you. Well, be quick about it. We have guests inside. I'm giving Carol up. Congratulations. How touching. Well, maybe it's best for her. I see no sense in dragging her through a court trial tomorrow. I'll send her away to a good school somewhere. And you expect me to agree to that? I'm giving her up because you know your list. I want you to bring Carol into court. I wanted to hear all about her fine, upstanding father. Have you seen the probation report? That's what it is. It should have been nicer to see her in a single... Oh, relax. Harold, I can handle this character. Incidentally, see? Now that I've told Father Bert the facts of life about football, your brand in particular, you couldn't get custody of a cocker fan. Don't take all the credit, darling. I dialed the number, didn't I? Oh, you did, huh? You know, Williams, I'm not overly fond of having your daughter in my house, and I hope you realize what a sacrifice I'm making. I see no reason why Carol should grow up to be the same kind of pramp that you are. Just ask that to the other charges, Annie. I'll see you in court. A moment, Mr. Williams. As judge of this court, I'll conduct the proceedings exactly as I see fit. All I was trying to do, Your Honor, was to see... You heard the judge. Shut up. Yes, sir? Perhaps you'd better wait in my team, boo. We don't like a child to see how foolish adults can be. Well, it isn't exactly a secret, Your Honor. I might as well stay. Oh, then there you are. Counsel for Mr. McCormick will continue. Yes. I should like to read the concluding of this report. It is my opinion that the father has a degrading influence upon the child, and that the only court left to the court is to deliver her into the custody of her mother. Now, Your Honor, in view of this report, we feel... Your Honor... What now, Mr. Williams? Before this railroad station closes, may I question the author of this report? That's your privilege, Your Excellencies. I do. Ms. Singleton, will you tell this court if you ever saw me hit my daughter? No, of course not. Or a depriver of food, clothing, and schooling? No. Anytime you've seen us together, did she seem unhappy? No. Do you think it's a crime for a father to treat his daughter as an equal? Well, there are some authorities that say it's not a very... She shows signs of vitamin deficiency. Your Honor, am I allowed to get a word in? Oh, I lost control of this hearing an hour ago. Ask him. May I tell you that I came to this court room mainly to refute that report? Your Honor, that report was filed under oath. I believed it when I wrote it. When was that? Friday. And I could have been trying a murder case this week. Stay with it, Mr. Krummet. You may be. Am I to understand your denying your sworn words? Your Honor, I've only just begun to realize how deeply Mr. Williams cares for his daughter. It's obvious to me now that I've spent most of my time investigating the wrong party. I deliberately looked the other way while I allowed Mrs. McCormick to use me for her own purposes. It's finally clear to me that she has no real affection for her own child. And her only purpose was to hurt Mr. Williams. Mr. Siggleton, are you in love with Mr. Williams? Your Honor, is that relevant? I claim it's the only question now that is relevant. Where on the scene is it? Remind the witness she's under oath. You keep quiet. Answer the question, please. Well, I can't be sure. Right. I believe the answer is yes. That is all, Mrs. Siggleton. May I say something else? Is there anything else to say? Yes. Yes, there is, Your Honor. No matter what my feelings are about Mr. Williams, he is still no good father for a little girl. Sometimes, love isn't enough. Believe me, it would be a tragic mistake to leave Carol in his sole country. I am holding these proceedings right now. Until further notice. I shall assign another probation officer, a man. And until his reports completed, Carol shall remain a ward of the juvenile court. Mrs. Siggleton, you will pick up the child tomorrow at her dwelling and deliver her to the children's center. This court finally is adjourned. Will I be happy to blow this place? I hope we can sleep without those bells clanging over us. Well, I can always bang my head against the wall. Let's, Junior. Everything is going to turn out all right. It's eight to five. We'll be back together again. Why don't we just duck out? How far is it to Rochester? My friend with a bar and grill? I don't want them to take me away from you. You can't run away from life, honey. It always catches up with you. Yes, ma'am. We're leaving here just in time. Living in a church is ruining you. Ah, come on. Alice is probably waiting for you. What is it, the church? What's that? Nothing. Don't you want me? Nothing I want more. In spite of anything I can do or you can do, you're getting bigger every day. It's just a matter of time until your old man is the least important guy in your life. What's that got to do with it? Well, you just got to quit looking at me like I was George Washington, Red Grange, and Florence Nightingale all rolled into one. I don't know all the answers, kid. Maybe the judge has a better one. Okay, Coach. After all, you didn't make the world. Did you make the world? Yes, I was waiting for Carol just outside of the chapel. And then suddenly the chapel started to fill up. Students and faculty. Everybody in school was walking in. And then Father Burke started to talk. I told the chapel on short notice to give thanks for some extremely good news. St. Anthony's will continue in its bungling ways down through the years. The province has been kind enough to continue its financial aid. The most difficult thing for a man to admit is that he's growing old. It is an especially difficult thing for an old man to admit it. I now realize that during these past years I was not trying to save independence. I was trying to perpetuate myself in a job that had become too much for me. In my naive attempt to turn this stubborn old school into a money-making operation, I asked Steve Williams to perform an impossible task. And he did it. He did it in his own way. And because he did what I asked him to do, I discharged him from his post, exposed him to public ridicule and took from him the one thing in life that he valued. I hope that someday he will find it in his heart to forgive me. As for our football team, it will go back to its old ways and its old schedule. And now, before I hurt anyone else and more especially before I hurt St. Anthony's further, the wisest course for me is to step down. Like our old chapel clock, I have grown picturesque but not very useful. So goodbye and God bless you all. I'm delivering the packet again. That's me. Hello, Carol. Hi, aunt. We were listening to Father Burke. You got yourself a pretty good guy to witness, Steve. With my record, I'll need the whole school in court. I hope that someday you'll find a good mother to Carol. That's all either of you need. I know. Well, I guess we might as well show off to you soon, pop. Yeah. You too? I wouldn't be at all the trouble. And you still have nice legs for a copper. Mr. Williams, there is a time and a place for remarks like that. Yeah. You're right, Father. Well, welcome to the ranks of the unemployed. I know. Only one of us. We'll be back here again next season. Me? Read the fine print in your contract. It very clearly says that if desired by the college, this agreement may be extended for 12 months. I never saw that. It's in Latin. Now, what's about that game of Kelly Poo? Come on. Only after a terrible feeling, I'm going to lose my shirt. Here they are. With all their problems, Van Johnson and Joanne Drew. That's quite. There's still the problem of what to wear in the Academy Awards tomorrow night. That's right. We're probably there for the work. Just quiet as Father Malone, Hans Conrad as Father Provincial, Francis Robinson as Anne, Joseph Kearns as Pockewitter, Gil Stanton, Howard McNear, Art Jacobson as your barrier, Jack Cushion, William Conrad, Tutor Marston, Tom Brown, and Eddie Maher.