Doctor Bull

Synopsis: Dr. Bull is an old-fashioned country doctor whose affair with the widow Janet Cardmaker is creating waves in the small town where he practices. When there is a mysterious outbreak of typhoid which the doctor is slow in reacting to, it all comes to a head. The townspeople hold an emergency meeting and decide to give Dr. Bull the sack and bring in a new doctor. Dr. Bull must find a way to save his job, his reputation, and a young man's life, whom all other practitioners have written off as a permanent invalid.
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): John Ford
Production: Fox Films
 
IMDB:
6.6
PASSED
Year:
1933
77 min
155 Views


New Winton!

Everybody off for New Winton!

- Why, good morning, Miss Helen.

- Hello.

- Did you have a good Christmas?

- Don't be silly!

- In this dull place? How could you?

- It is quite dull, isn't it?

- Board!

Next stop, New Haven.

Dr. Bull's phone doesn't answer.

Listen to this, Helen.

It's kinda swell.

"And he said,

'Grave, where is thy victory? '

"So he passed over,

and all the trumpets sounded for him...

on the other side."

Ah, May, why don't you forget your troubles

and read the funny papers?

Yes, Mrs. Talbot.

I'll ring Dr. Bull again.

I wonder where old Dr. Bull is anyway.

I'll tell you where he is.

You'll find George Bull at the widow Cardmaker's,

if hes not at church.

Yes.

- Good morning, May.

- Good morning, Mrs. Ely.

My, my. I felt so sorry

when I heard Joe got hurt.

And to think it happened just a week

after you children were married.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

- It's terrible.

- But Dr. Bull says that-

Dr. Bull.! Ha.! It's a wonder to me you'd

even let him touch your husband.

- Why, Mrs. Ely.

- The way George Bull

and the widow Cardmaker carry on...

is a shame and a scandal

in this town.

Do you know, Lige Perry told me...

that Bull's car was up at her house

three nights last week...

and he said that one night

he didn't leave till-

Well, I won't tell you.

I must get to services.

Oh, I'm expecting a package...

from the Pontifex Medical Company.

- Be sure to save it for me, Helen.!

- I will.

That old-

Still, she's right about Doc Bull

and the widow Cardmaker.

They've been the main topic of conversation

in this town for the last five years.

I don't see why two people can't be friends

without everybody talking.

Yeah, but what sort of friends are they, darling?

That's what we want to know.

Hello?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Mrs. Talbot seems awful frightened.

Abide with me

Fast falls the evening tide

The darkness deepens

Lord, with me abide

Abide with me

Was that the phone, Aunt Myra?

- What you say, Kenneth?

- Aw, Kenneth.

How often have I told you that

your son Kenneth, for the last 50 years...

has been in heaven?

I hope he has.

I'm your nephew, George Bull.

Dr. Bull.

Have they found out

who committed the murder yet?

- I figure it was the doctor!

- The doctor?

- Purposely?

Come on.

We'll be late for church.

How's people who are sick gonna get well

if you do that kind of stunt?

Abide with me

Fast falls the evening tide

- The dark-

- Look at that hat!

- Excuse me, Aunt Myra. I forgot it was Sunday.

- Oh!

Wait a minute, Aunt Myra.

I'll help you down.

There's that big lummox again.!

How'd you know his name?

- What do you want?

- It's me, Doc.

Um, you run on to church, Aunt Myra.

I'll- I'll be there in a minute.

- What do you want?

- Well, Doc, I'm in trouble again.

Honest, I got the awfullest pain

in my left side...

and I know I got appendicitis.

You remember old man Crandall?

He had an appendicitis, and it burst on him

before they got him on the operating table!

I don't want that to happen to me!

Honest, I don't, Doc.

Come on. Go to church.

I never heard of one busting in church.

Aw, Doc, it hurts

and just pains so, honest.

- On your left side?

- Yeah, it throbs.

- You've got it.

- I knew it.

Get in here. There's only

one thing makes me doubt it.

Your appendix is on your right side.

Maybe I got two of 'em,

'cause I've had double pneumonia.

What's Mrs. Talbot want

with old Doc Bull?

She says Mamie's sick.

"Herbert Banning, Esquire."

Dividends keep coming in.

Page 73.

Joyful all ye nations rise

Join the triumph of the skies

With the angelic host proclaim

Christ is born in Bethlehem

Hark the herald angels sing

Glory to the newborn king

Hello, Joe.

Yes, honey. How's everything?

Yes, I will.

And I'll be home at 5:00.

Keep the flannels around your feet.

- How is Joe today?

- Well, he always tells me he's better.

- He wants me to bring him some things

from the drugstore.

Hello. Hold the phone.

New Haven calling

the Banning residence.

There's your party.

- Virginia Banning?

- Mm-hmm.

Must be coming back

from the fraternity dance.

- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, all that girl does is run around.

Well, they can afford it.

Charles Edward's grave

needs attention, Janet.

Yes.

I'd speak to the sexton about it.

You must have it

attended to at once, Janet.

Yes.

- Good morning, Janet.

- Good morning, George.

Good morning, everybody.

All the-

- Good morning.

- The Bannings, the Cardmakers.

What are you all gathered here?

What's the matter? Somebody get out?

George, we did so enjoy

the singing this morning.

Well, thanks very much.

I was kind of proud of it myself.

L- I don't think us boys

ever did better.

Yes, we heard you.

- Come along, Janet.

- Come along, Janet.

Say, I hear you got some new cows

up at your place.

Yes, I have four new certified Jerseys.

- I'd love to come up there and see 'em.

- Well, why don't you?

Sorry, Dr. Bull, but Mrs. Cardmaker's

having lunch with us today.

Come, Janet dear.

- Bye.

- Good-bye.

That's Charles Edward, Doc.

He was a drunken sot...

and I'm glad Miss Janet

got rid of him.

Yeah, but those Bannings

and Cardmakers, they-

they always stick together,

dead or alive.

Yes, all except Miss Janet.

Oh. Mrs. Talbot wants you

on the phone, Doc.

Well, I got one other call to make.

I'll go right over.

- Good-bye, Sam.

- Yeah, all right. Good-bye, Doc.

Here you are, Joe.

Take one of those there.

I tell you, Doc.

If it wasn't for May, I'd do something.

I'm not gonna lie in bed

the rest of my life like this.

Hey, cut out that bellyaching.

Come on. Take that.

That'll get you some rest.

It's my legs, Doc.

They're like two slabs of stone.

Say, fallin' off a platform

50 feet high-

What do you expect, to get up

and walk out of here in a week?

A week?

It's been nearly two months now.

Well, maybe it has.

But you let me do the worrying, will you?

There.

There. Lay off that nicotine.

- It ain't good for you neither.

- Thanks, Doc.

Don't thank me.

I won 'em on a punch board.

- Oh, hello, May.

- Hello, Doc.

- How you feelin', honey?

- Better, darlin'.

Aw, he's great. He's feeling fine.

Just needs a little sleep, that's all, May.

I'll, uh-

I'll see you again tomorrow, Joe.

Thanks, Doc. Appreciate it.

- So long.

- Thanks, Doc.

Hello, Doc. You're just in time.

- We need you.

- What's the matter? Somebody sick?

- A cow.

- A cow?

Yes. Mrs. Cardmaker's

in the barn with her now.

Eh, good Lord.

Why don't you get a vet?

It's a Jersey. She's down too.

- Pretty bad?

- Well, she ain't doin' so good.

Say, you know,

she's not only paralyzed.

She's got a high fever too.

Here's your thermometer.

Wasn't any good, was she?

She won the Jersey prize at the fair.

- What, that thing?

- Yes, that thing.

Here. Take that right over

to the drugstore.

Give her that in water

about every two hours.

Keep those wet blankets

on her all night.

And then you better phone

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James Gould Cozzens

James Gould Cozzens (August 19, 1903 – August 9, 1978) was an American novelist and short story writer. He is often grouped today with his contemporaries John O'Hara and John P. Marquand, but his work is generally considered more challenging. Despite initial critical acclaim, he achieved popularity only gradually. Cozzens was a critic of modernism, and of realism more leftist than his own, and he was quoted in a featured article in Time as saying (perhaps somewhat in jest), "I can't read ten pages of Steinbeck without throwing up." more…

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