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- 1963
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The other way!
Looks like the old statue of
liberty play. Right, George?
[ Announcer ]
Medfield scores.
the last minutes of the game.
- Medfield takes over the ball again.
- Ready? Break!
You look kinda flabby, humph.
Better gas up a little.
[ Biff ] down! Hut one! Hut two! Hike!
B- I-I-I-Ff!
B- I-I-I-Ff!
Biff! Biff!
It's hawk with Humphrey.
He's down to the 20,
the 15, the ten, the five...
he's back to the ten,
the 15, the 20...
B- I-I-I-Ff!
- [ Announcer ] Medfield calls time out.
And that looks like the end
of the line for Medfield.
They're back on their own two yard
line with eight seconds left to play.
The score:
Rutland 37, Medfield 35.
Well, humph, I guess we've
had it. Anyway, we tried.
Well, if you'd just let me use
my needle, we'd have won easy.
Well, it isn't doing us
any good back at the lab.
Well, like I said, I never
Humph!
There may be time
for one more play.
up for a field goal attempt.
They're gonna try a field
goal from here? [ Laughing ]
[ All laughing ]
It looks as though Medfield is going
to attempt a 98-Yard field goal.
Repeat:
98 yards.Ridiculous.
The poor lads must be
cracking under the strain.
Hike!
Too bad. Medfield just made
a final, desperate effort to...
wait a minute.
It's gaining altitude.
And there goes the final gun as
the game ends and Medfield wins.
Th-The ball, the ball is
still going up...
Up... up...
out of the stadium!
La-Ladies and gentlemen,
I think it's going into orbit.
George.
George, did ya see that?
[ Laughing ] we won! We... ooh! Ooh!
Get him! Get him!
Get him! Get him!
[ Laughing ]
Oh, shut up!
Well, the trial of professor Ned
Brainard swung into its third day today.
Against advice
to the contrary,
Professor Brainard continued to
act as counsel in his own behalf.
He was quoted as saying he was
confident in the due processes of law...
despite the growing tide
as the prosecution kept a steady parade of
witnesses moving through the witness box.
Today, the prosecution unlimbered
its big guns against the defense.
[ Man ] professor Brainard, you
seem proud of your job as a teacher.
Do you like it because you
believe it makes you important?
Well, not me personally. But I
believe the work I do is important.
In what way? Would you care
It gives me the opportunity to
help young people, to stir them up,
To make them restless,
to make them think.
Maybe plant a bug of discovery
in their minds, or...
and you think that's important?
Of course it's important!
One of those young
people might discover...
...something the entire
world has been looking for.
He might not, but I like to feel that I
had a part in giving him a crack at it.
[ Prosecutor ]
I see.
Now, regardless of whether
I ask you to consider
this question very carefully:
Would you hope to return to your
classroom? Would you continue as before?
Would you recklessly incite the
young minds of your class again?
To inspire them
to such experiments...
as that which bombarded
to unknown peril?
I put the question to you
again, professor,
And I ask you
to mark well your answer.
Would you still persist in these
dangerous and malicious follies?
Well, that question is
Well, professor?
Mr. Prosecutor, may I say
something? Go ahead, professor.
I'm sure we'd all be interested
in hearing your views.
Looks like he's gonna crawfish.
Well, it seems to me that a lot of people
are going around these days selling fear.
All kinds of fear.
Fear of bombs, bugs, smog,
Surpluses,
fallout, falling hair,
Even fear of Mr. Hawk.
We find ourselves apologizing,
Hiding our heads,
or jumping at shadows.
I can remember when groundhog day
only came once a year in this country.
Now, I see a lot of students from my
science class here in the courtroom.
They may not be the most studious
group of young people in college today,
But Ill say this for them:
so far they are unafraid.
They have good will, enthusiasm, and an
infinite capacity for making mistakes.
I have high hopes for them.
Am I to understand,
professor,
You actually encourage
mistakes in your class?
Mr. Prosecutor, the road to genius is
paved with fumble-Footing and bumbling.
Anyone who falls flat on his
face is at least moving...
in the right direction:
forward.
And the fellow who makes
the most mistakes...
may be the one who will save the
neck of the whole world someday.
[ Prosecutor ] now, may I ask
again, and will you answer clearly...
for the benefit
of the court and the jury...
most of whom are parents...
suppose you are returned
to your role as a teacher;
Would you do exactly
as you did before?
Yes. I would do
exactly as I did before.
Order! Order, please.
order!
Another such outburst and the
bailiff will clear the court.
[ Judge ] that is
all. You may step down.
Come on. Let's tie this
thing up and get out of here.
[ Whispering ] are you
sure? Stall for time.
15 or 20 minutes should do it. Professor,
you may call your first witness.
No witnesses, your honor. In
that case, I will sum up briefly.
Sit down.
Is it true, professor, that you have
provided no witnesses in your behalf?
- No I haven't, your honor. - May I suggest,
professor, as defense counsel...
you're not doing much
in your own behalf.
- I'm a witness for the defense, your honor.
- Splendid.
I object!
I object too!
Both objections overruled. But, your
honor, this is most unusual procedure.
It is also unusual procedure for the defense
to have no witnesses in his own behalf.
Swear in the witness, please. I merely
hoped to save the court's valuable time.
My time is your time,
Mr. Prosecutor.
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth?
I do.
State your name.
Elizabeth Brainard.
- Will the defense question the witness?
- No, your honor.
Very well. Will you kindly tell
your story in your own words?
Well, uh...
as I was saying, my name is Elizabeth
Brainard, occupation, housewife.
I first met the defendant at Medfield
college where I was employed as a secretary.
He scratched my fender in the parking lot
just outside the administration building,
And I fell hopelessly
in love.
Your honor, I don't see what the
testimony of this witness can...
[ judge ]
shh, shh, shh, shh.
On October 30th of this year I became
involved in an argument with the defendant.
I told him I didn't think I was
cut out to be a scientist's wife.
Well, Id like to inform the defendant
at this time that I was wrong.
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