Doctor Bull Page #4

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
154 Views


Can little dog gone

Oh, where, oh, where

Oh, where can he

Be

Virginia.

Say, let me take you home, will you?

I don't wanna go home!

Oh, that's all right.

Nobody will know anything about it.

I'll sneak you in the back way,

and they won't know you were here.

- I'm all right, Doc. Don't be silly.

- I'll take you home.

- Aw, don't be silly. Now, don't do that.

- I just wanna be alone.

Hey, Virginia.

Wait a minute. Here. Here.

- Hey, wait a minute.

Now listen. Let me tell ya-

Hey! You crazy-

- Hey, what's the matter? Are you crazy here?

- What are you doing? You get hurt?

- I hurt my ankle.

- I knew something would happen.

- Let's see how you are.

- Might've been killed there.

- I wish I had.

Didn't miss it very far. Come on up

to my office, and I'll look at that ankle.

- I want to talk to you about something, Doc.

- Yeah?

- Well, come on.

- I want to talk to you alone.

That'll be all, Mrs. Ely.

We won't need you any longer.

So that's the guy, huh?

Big football player.

I remember seeing his picture

in the paper.

Where'd you run on to him?

I was up to the university for a weekend.

I... met him at a house party.

So you fell for each other, huh?

Yes, we did.

We both had a lot to drink,

went out in his car.

Everything would have been all right

if the car hadn't stopped.

Now, don't go blamin' it all on the car.

Even back in my time,

the old horse would stop.

- Say, listen.

Didn't I see your picture in the paper

where you was gonna marry old, uh-

old Senator-

old Blowhard Hammond's son?

Well, that's Mother's idea.

- You wasn't stuck on him, was you?

- No.

Well, do you like-

Well, do you love this-this fella?

Yes.

Well, does-does he love you?

Yes.

- Ooh!

- What's his number?

- Oh, Doc, I don't want you to call him up.

- What's his number?

Kingsville 6525.

Hello, May. How are you?

Give me long distance, will you?

What you say that number was?

- Kingsville 6525.

- Kingsville 6-

Kingsville 6525.

Oh, Lord. When'd you girls go

to paintin' your toenails like that?

- Say, does he know about this?

- No, he doesn't, Doc.

I'm not blaming him.

It was all my fault.

But he does love me. Really he does.

I'm gonna give him

a chance to prove it. Hello?

Hello. Mueller? John Mueller?

- Oh, go on. Go.

- You do it.

Hello. John?

This is Virginia.

Tell him you're coming up.

I'm sorry I left in such a hurry...

but I had to come home right away.

I'm coming up to spend

a few days with Eunice.

Are you really glad?

- Why, certainly I like you.

- Love him.

I mean, I love you.

I'll see you tomorrow. What?

Well, yes, of course you can.

Later. Mother and Father are-

Of course,

they'll be glad to meet you, John.

Hello! Hello, son!

Hello. Hello.

Well, yes. Virginia tells me

you children had a little spat.

Well, you must fix that right up.

Yes. And our blessings are on you.

Good-bye, son.

Well, I guess it's all right.

I hope it is.

Aw, sure. It's gonna be all right.

It's gonna be fine.

How's your ankle?

You put the bandage on

as if it were really hurt.

Put it on so it would hurt.

You got a lot of alibiing to do

with your folks around here.

You're the best friend I ever had, Doc.

No. That football guy's

the best friend you ever had.

- He better be anyhow.

Oh, it's starting to rain.

Yeah.

Soon the birds will be singing...

and flowers will be blooming...

and first thing you know,

spring sickness will be here.

Then I'll have to load the whole town up

on sulfur and molasses.

- Good morning, Aunt Myra.

- Good morning.

Looks like it's gonna be

a good day today.

- Bless my soul!

- What is it?

"Football star weds New Winton girl.

"This morning, in a surprise wedding...

"Miss Virginia Banning

of New Winton...

became the bride of Mr. Jack Mueller."

Of all the things!

I'll bet the Banning family

are having a fit.

It's a good thing you read the papers.

I never would know what was goin' on

in society around here.

It's outrageous, preposterous!

Didn't she confide in you at all?

Didn't she say anything about it?

I tell you, Herbert, it isn't true.

It isn't true!

Virginia wouldn't do a thing like that.

She went up there to visit Eunice.

What is this, Herbert?

What is it all about?

Mother, it's awful.

I tell you, it's awful!

What's awful?

Mary, will you leave the room, please?

Virginia has married a German

up at the university.

- A German?

- A German.

- His name is Mueller.

- His name is Mueller!

I just can't believe it!

After all I've done for her,

after all I've planned for her.

What will Senator Hammond say?

Oh, the disgrace of it!

Oh, the disgrace of it.!

I'll get to the bottom of this!

I'll wager Bull had something

to do with it.

- Good mornin', Susie.

- Good morning, Doctor.

Why are you dragging around here,

drooping around like an old hen?

- What's the matter? Don't you feel good?

- No, I don't, Doc.

Come around here and let's see.

You better take a good,

big dose of castor oil.

What's the matter with that water?

It's been raining for a week.

It don't taste good.

You don't seem surprised

at this wedding.

Why would I be surprised?

Young people got to get married,

don't they? They better.

Say, I'm gonna phone Doc Verney.

All the Bannings will need him.

- They're gonna all be sick.

- Say, you want to hear a beautiful poem?

- No.

Good morning, girls. There must be

something for me this morning.

Yeah. It's here.

Sign this.

- Have you seen Dr. Bull?

- No. Are you sick?

No, but I met Susie on the street...

and she said he promised her

some medicine...

but he left the house

without giving it to her.

If I had my way, we'd have

a new doctor in this town.

Yes, Mrs. Ely, we know that.

That's better.

That's better still.

Doctor, you said

if he lasted till morning...

he'd be all right.

Well, it's morning, ain't it?

You're feeling better, ain't you?

What are you doing up

this time of the morning?

Let me get you a cup of hot coffee.

Oh, I wish I could.

I'd love to have one.

But you've been up all night.

I know, but I got to

be over at the school.

Will you, uh, let me

use your phone, will you?

We ain't got a phone, Doctor.

Oh, gee. You're lucky.

I wish I didn't have one.

I'll bring you

some ice cream tomorrow.

You're gonna be fine.

Good-bye, Martha.

- Bye, Doctor.

- It's all right. Don't worry.

Good-bye, Doctor.

Honey.

He said you're going

to be all right now.

Hello, Larry.

No, and I've tried everywhere I know

to reach Dr. Bull for you.

I'll try him again after a while.

May, why don't you

give Doc Bull a break?

Don't shock me.

What's Larry got now?

Hoof and mouth disease, I hope.

Don't see anything much

the matter with them, Miss Kiernan.

Seem to be all right.

- Hello, Doc.

- Hello, Billy. How are you?

- Hello, kids. How are you?

- Fine.

Come here, Bruce.

I want to see you.

What are you gonna do

to me now, Doc?

Gonna take out those tonsils.

You already took 'em out once!

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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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