Charly Page #2

He had an operation.

When it was over, he was smarter.

The doctors are ready

to try that operation on a man.

They're ready to choose someone now.

That's why you had all those tests.

Well, they should have told me.

I would have tried harder.

- Would you like an operation like that?

- Yeah.

Why?

I'd like to be smarter...

so that I could understand Gimpy

and the fellas at the bakery.

There's a lot of their words

I don't understand.

Just so I could get a little closer, you know.

I think we can get you

to race Algernon again.

I don't know.

Algernon is a smart little mouse.

Ready now? Start.

Take it easy. You ready? Start.

Well, here are the results.

His Performance IQ is 59...

Verbal 69, Full Scale 70.

Too low, at least for our first subject.

We have other retardates...

who might be more suitable.

I've never met one

who has Charly's motivation.

He came all by himself for two years

to night school...

to try to improve his reading.

That's all very well, Mrs. Kinnian.

But I think...

Isn't it true that the average retardate

is overly sensitive and sometimes hostile?

In Charly's working environment...

he is the butt of all kinds of jokes,

some of them cruel...

yet he always remains

cheerful and pleasant.

The fact remains he's a grown man.

Doctor, is the operation dangerous?

It need not involve

any unusual surgical risk.

It's the postoperative period

we're concerned about.

The younger our subject...

the less complicated

his emotional adjustment is apt to be.

There is one point in Charly's favor.

Mrs. Kinnian.

Whoever we decide on will have to be

put in an accelerated learning program.

He'll need a full-time teacher.

Somebody with Mrs. Kinnian's background,

even more important...

someone he trusts.

Would you be available?

My fiance and I were planning to work...

on a joint thesis for our doctorates.

Well, at the moment,

it's all hypothetical anyway.

Of course.

- Thank you, Mrs. Kinnian.

- Thank you, Doctor.

Come on, Charly. Let's go.

Yeah, just one more, Miss Kinnian.

Not quite.

You sure are a smart mouse, Algernon.

Good night, Bert.

- Good night, Bert.

- Take it easy, Charly.

Good night, Algernon.

That Father Callahan now. Take him, Monty.

He's one of that new breed of liberal priests.

It's no wonder the younger generation

are selling their souls to the devil.

Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.

Welcome to the historical tour of Boston.

This is the Charles River Basin where

amateur yachtsmen can sail 365 days a year.

In the late afternoon,

you can see the sculling crews of Harvard...

MIT, and other universities,

practicing for their annual races.

On the left is the Prudential Center.

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