The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T. Page #5
- G
- Year:
- 1953
- 89 min
- 419 Views
- Answer to what?
What we need is a music fix.
Music in the air-
No more music.
Nobody hears it.
next to that piano...
then when those 500 kids
start playing-
Yeah, yeah. All the music
goes into the bottle.
Yeah, and ifTerwilliker's piano
can't make music...
that wrecks his racket,
and we'd all be free.
Oh, splendid.
Splendid.
It's our only chance.
We'll have to make one.
- Oh, sure, sure.
- Sure.
We've got this bottle
to start with.
Just pour
the smell-catching gookum out...
and put some
music-catching machinery in.
That's ridiculous.
I have no scientific paraphernalia.
We'll just have to use
the stuff we've got.
I got plenty of stuff-
string, a washer,
radio crystal...
a chain, a ring, a peanut...
- a top-
- Oh, Bart, please.
It's gotta work.
It's just gotta!
Bubble gum,
Ping-Pong ball,jackknife...
buttons, yo-yo, checkers...
top, whistle...
buckle, marble.
That ought to do it.
To make a music fix out
of this may take a bit of time.
Come on.
Let's see what we've got.
Testing, one, two, three, four.
Testing.
We gotta keep tryin'!
We gotta keep tryin'!
Hey!
Wow.
Testing, one, two, three, four.
Testing.
It's no use, Bart. What we need
is some sound equipment.
Say, how about his hearing aid?
It brings noises
into his ear.
Why couldn't it bring noises
into our bottle?
Bring up the prisoner
Bartholomew Collins.
- On the double, sir!
- Hurry up!
Hurry up! Hurry up!
Does it work?
- Does it work?
- Wait a second. I'll try it.
It works! It works!
Boy, oh, boy! Am I gonna put
that big piano on the fritz!
Listen, Bart, there's something
I've got to tell you.
I never made one of these before
and the stuff that I put in there...
well, it's a kind
of a revolutionary principle.
It might be dangerous.
It might even be atomic.
Atomic?
Might blow up?
If it starts smoking,
you get away from it fast!
Come on, Paderewski.
It's time.
- Name, please?
-johnny Hall.
One hundred forty-two.
- Name, please?
- Phil Cook.
Two hundred.
Keep those boys moving.
Get that line going.
- Name, please?
-jones.johnnyjones.
Seat number 1 47.
Name, please?
Smith. Sammy Smith.
Seat number 409.
- Here's the number one boy.
- Name, please?
Collins. Bart Collins.
I must have-
I must have seen you
somewhere before.
- Seat number one.
- Thank you, Mother.
- Name, please?
-jim Tierney.
Attention! Attention everyone
in the Terwilliker Institute!
Down below me,
joyful and eager...
my students are awaiting
our date with destiny.
They will not fail,
for I shall not fail.
Come on and dress me
dress me, dress me
In my finest array
'Cause just in case
you haven't heard
Today is do-me-do day
Dress me in my silver garters
Dress me in my diamond studs
'Cause I'm going do-me-doing
in my do-me-do duds
I want my undulating undies
with the marabou frills
I want my beautiful bolero
with the porcupine quills
'Cause I'm going do-me-doing
in my do-me-do duds
Come on and dress me
dress me, dress me
In my peekaboo blouse
With the lovely interlining
made of Chesapeake mouse
I want my polka-dotted dickey
with the crinoline fringe
For I'm going do-me-doing
on a do-me-do binge
I want my lavender spats
and in addition to them
I want my honey-colored gusset
with the herringbone hem
I want my softest little jacket
made of watermelon suede
And my long, persimmon placket
with the platinum braid
I want my leg-of-mutton sleeves
and in addition to those
I want my cutie chamois booties
with the leopard skin bows
I want my pink-brocaded bodice
with the fluffy, fuzzy ruffs
And my gorgeous bright blue bloomers
I want my organdie snood
and in addition to that
I want my chiffon Mother Hubbard
lined with Hudson Bay rat
Dress me up
from top to bottom
Dress me up
from tip to toe
Dress me up in silken spinach
for today is do-me-do
Do-me-do day
Do-me-do day
So come and dress me in the blossoms
of a million pink trees
Come on and dress me up
in liverwurst and Camembert cheese
Come on and dress me up
in pretzels
Dress me up
in bock beer suds
- 'Cause he's going
- 'Cause I'm going
Do-me-doing
-In my do-oh-oh-oh
-In his do-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Me-do duds
Boys, please,
may I have your attention?
Dear boys, I give you...
your lovable leader,
Dr. Terwilliker!
This is my day!
Five thousand
little fingers...
all playing together
on my piano!
Every finger obedient
to the whim of me, the master!
Every infinitesimal...
microscopic piece
of living tissue...
on those 5,000
little fingers...
cringing and trembling
Before me,
Dr. Terwilliker...
as I raise my baton!
We shall play.
Raise hands!
We shall play the most beautiful
piece ever written.
I wrote it.
""Ten Happy Fingers.''
Ready now?
A-one and a-two
and a-three and a-play!
And a-play! And a-play!
And a-play! And a-play!
What in blazes
is going on here?
All right. Raise hands.
Ready now?
A-one and a-two
and a-three and a-play!
And a-play! And a-play!
And a-play! And a-play!
The idiotic,
cockeyed flumdummery!
Cockeyed flumdummery!
Cockeyed flumdummery!
Don't stand there
like a ruddy monolith!
Monolith! Monolith!
Monolith! Monolith!
- You, you, you, you!
- You,you,you,you!
- You lunkheads!
- You lunkheads! You lunkheads!
What's that?
- What's that you've got there, Collins?
- You're finished!
You're washed up!
You can't make us play a note!
I can't, can't I?
Can't I? Can't I?
Can't I? Can't I?
No ridiculous, little, half-pint
pipsqueak can dare twit Dr. Terwilliker!
Dr. Terwilliker!
Dr. Terwilliker!
The founder
ofTerwilliker Institute!
- Terwilliker Institute!
- Five hundred boy piano!
Boy piano! Boy piano!
Boy piano! Boy piano!
Whatever that inexplicable
phenomenon in your hand may be...
you hand over that
inexplicable phenomenon to me!
If you come any closer,
I'll blow you to smithereens!
- Is it- Is it atomic?
- Yes, sir.
- Very atomic!
- Atomic?
Take it away!
Take it away!
- Will you free my mother?
- Free his mother!
- Will you free my father?
- Free his father!
- Will you free us kids?
- Yes!
All 500 of you can go free!
Everybody!
Lock him up in
the dungeon forever!
Hey, kids!
Kids!
We will now play the most beautiful
piece ever written. Shall we?
Ready now!
One and a-two
and a-three and a-play!
Hey, scram, everybody!
No, no! No, no!
No, no! No!
Hey, Bart.
Bart, snap out of it.
Wake up.
What's the matter with you?
The bomb! The bomb!
Are you all right?
Bomb? What bomb?
Holy gosh, I must have
doped off, Pop.
- ""Pop''?
- I mean Mr. Zabladowski.
- Did you hurt your thumb?
- Sure, when you hurt yours.
Me? Oh, I never-
- I'll be darned. How'd that happen?
- Don't you remember anything?
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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