Racing with the Moon

Hurry, the train.

Henry, stop this. I'm sorry, Mr. Arthur.

Quite all right, Mrs. Nash.

Please don't be angry, Mr. Arthur. My son is only joking.

- Good day. - Mr. Arthur!

Stop. I'm gonna kill you.

- Can it wait? I gotta go to work. - Work!

Someday you'll break your hands doing that stupid work.

Then see if you'll ever play Carnegie Hall.

I don't wanna play Carnegie Hall, Ma.

This week you don't wanna play.

I've been telling you that since I was 7 years old.

So, what does a 7-year-old boy know?

I gotta go.

Make sure you come back with all your fingers.

- Hi, Dad. - Hi, Argus.

Dad, Argus is the dog. I'm Henry.

Sorry, Henry.

Fourth down, five seconds to go.

Luckman licks his fingers.

Eyes the defense.

He sets.

Takes the snap, hands off to Nagurski.

Bronko explodes. Knocks off Farkas, straight-arms Todd.

Bodies are flying everywhere. The crowd goes wild.

Left, right. Touchdown!

You're getting old, Butch.

Hop, look what I got here!

Hopper, where the hell have you been?

Shooting down enemy aircraft.

Got an Airacobra P-39 over Pleasure Point.

The Airacobra P-39 is one of ours, Hop.

- Damn. - Pick up 2, will you?

You better sharpen up, pal, if you wanna be a Marine.

Hey. Anybody down there?

- Ah, Gatsby boys. - Very lame.

Hey, sport, you wanna wait until I got them set?

Hey, Hop, how about doubling tomorrow night

with me and Sally at the movies?

- What's playing? - Who cares?

Goddamn it!

What do you need me for? You've been seeing her for months.

Sally's dad won't let her out anymore unless she doubles.

- Why not? - Her old man's got this idea

I been messing around with her.

Her old man's smart.

So, what do you say?

I don't know, Nicky.

I don't feel much like a movie.

Forget about the stinking movie, will you, Hopper?

Since when do you watch Carole Lombard?

I always watch Carole Lombard.

- Besides, I don't have anybody to take. - Take Cindi.

Who took my...?

I like Cin...

Listen, asshole, I'm not gonna tell you again.

- Yeah, what did you call me? - Asshole. You heard me.

Rich bastards.

So it's all set, right?

- What? - Me and Sally,

you and Cindi for tomorrow night.

I like Cindi.

So?

So, Nicky, when I double with you, I don't take somebody I like.

That's just something I don't do.

All right, that's it. You son of a bitch.

Oh, boy.

Oh, shit.

Get back where you belong.

- All right. All right. All right. All right. - Come on.

Break it up.

Break it up. I told you, not on the lanes.

This guy tried to rivet me to the wall.

He was sleeping. He was talking back there with his friend,

- instead of setting up the pins. - You're full of crap.

Nicky, will you get Hopper out of here?

Nicky, please, get Hopper out of here!

Cool him off.

All right, you, clean yourself up in the bathroom.

- Pin boy. - Look at my clothes.

- It's an honest living. - Look at my clothes.

Okay, okay, okay, take Julie.

Take Nancy.

- Nancy? - Why not?

Nancy's married.

All right, Nancy's out.

It doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter what, as long as it looks like a girl.

I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll drive out to the lake.

- You can even use the car. - I don't know, Nicky.

All this back-seat stuff seems kind of juvenile, you know.

Juvenile? Will you listen to this guy?

Nicky, I don't pay you to be Hopper's shadow.

It doesn't even have to be a real date.

Just show up at her house and con the old man.

- Boys, I need more gin. - Take Alberta. Take...

I know what it is.

You're hot for Sally Kaiser.

- What? - Either that or you don't think

I'm good enough for her.

Why does she go out with you?

One day at the drugstore, we introduced ourselves over Cokes.

And I told her I would be very honored if she...

Nicky, don't you ever think about anything

- but hiking up some girl's dress? - Like what?

Like... I don't know.

Like the future, son.

Hop, when you gonna wise up?

The only future we got is Germans and Japs.

And the way I see it, in the next six weeks,

I am gonna get everything I can.

I want my money! What do you think, I do this for free?

Come on, sonny boy.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey.

What's going on here, Annie?

Nothing, this guy just tried to run off without paying his tab.

I'd pay if I were you, Joe.

This is my last day on furlough. I swear, I don't have any money.

This is not the USO.

I'll take the watch.

My grandfather gave me that watch.

I wouldn't argue with the lady, buddy. Get out of here.

Thanks, guys.

Well, love to stay and chat, but I gotta pay the light bill,

know what I mean?

Hey, Annie, how would you like to go on a date

tomorrow night with Hopper?

- What happened to your eye? - Old man's drinking again.

Oh!

I got a run in my stocking.

I don't think we're gonna get away with this.

You and Sally share classes? I don't think she's mentioned you.

I graduated a long time ago.

Where'd you get that eye, son?

Bowling, sir.

Sorry I'm late.

Nicky, what happened to your eye?

I'll tell you about it later in the car. Good night.

Could I have a drink or some candies or something?

Let's go.

Sorry.

You have such a lovely living room.

Good night.

Here you are, kids.

I thought we were going to the movies.

Yeah, well, Hop's gotta do some Christmas shopping.

Bye, kids.

It was great, Hop.

Do you wanna go for a sundae, maybe?

You mean, ice cream?

Yeah.

Sorry.

When do you ship out?

Six weeks.

Well, listen, angel face,

you're welcome to stop by for a free ride on the old merry-go-round.

Thanks, Annie.

Oh, I almost forgot.

This is for you.

Thanks, Hop, but I really can't, I'm allergic.

One, please.

On Capitol Hill, the teenage draft bill holds the spotlight.

Young men all over the nation flock to the colors.

The Army and the administration say, "We need teenage manpower now. "

And here's the response.

- Well, goodbye, I'm going. - All right now, be sure and write to us.

Bye.

Here is a typical report from a teenage soldier of today.

I'm 19 years old.

Before entering the service, I was a doorman at Radio City Music Hall.

After two weeks in the service, I was appointed corporal...

Come on.

Hi, Sally.

Hi, Hopper.

Where's Nicky?

Where'd you two go last night?

Over to the lake.

What's your dog's name?

Argus.

What's he wearing that for?

He got it for his birthday.

Come on, Argus, time to go home.

Come on. Bye.

Come on.

Goodbye.

Hey, Arnie, can we kill the angels?

God, I hate this music. It reminds me of my Aunt Ida.

I ever tell you about my Aunt Ida?

Before my Ma died, during Christmas, we used to have these family things.

And my Aunt Ida was always there with her goddamn mistletoe hat.

And every time I turned around, it was her cow lips,

her wet, puckered cow lips on my face. It was awful.

- When did she die? - She didn't.

Everyone else did. Practically everyone in the whole goddamn family.

And I had this theory that it was my Aunt Ida's kissing that was doing it.

Because they were all dropping dead in January and February,

and she was doing all the kissing in December.

There was a definite cause-and-effect relationship there.

What is he, a friend of yours?

Hopper, why do you keep looking over there?

No reason.