Ithaca Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 2015
- 96 min
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Mr. Grogan.
Mr. Grogan, there's a telegram!
They're calling you! Wake up!
- Ah!
Coffee. Corbett's!
- Mr. Corbett, I need
It's for Mr. Grogan.
- Sure.
No, it's alright.
No charge, boy.
- Thanks.
- That's right, that's right,
that's right! Don't be afraid.
That's exactly right.
That's what I told you.
It's exactly right.
Corbett's coffee.
- Is it... an important
telegram?
- No.
It's most unimportant.
Ah, the accumulation of money,
business.
Seeing it takes a few weeks
for the important ones
to get here.
It's a night letter,
but you won't have
to deliver it tonight.
It's most unimportant.
But very important
for me to receive it.
They wanna... replace me.
They've been wanting
to retire me for years,
bring in machines, teletypes.
Machines instead
of human beings.
- Yes, sir.
- I knew I could count on you,
homer. I just knew it.
You've already been
a great help to me.
You know...
You've come to work
just in time.
I used to be the fastest
telegrapher in the world.
Faster than Wolinsky.
Sending, receiving,
receiving, sending...
And no mistakes. No mistakes!
Yeah.
Willie Grogan.
Everybody in the world,
every operator in the world
knew that...
Knew that name.
And I... pfft. Well...
You and me, homer,
we're still alive.
We are.
Mm. Ah...
I should like to say just a word
to the women in the country
tonight.
I have a boy at sea
on a destroyer.
For all I know, he may be
on his way to the pacific.
Two of my children are
in coast cities on the pacific.
Many of you
all over this country
have boys in the services
who will now be called upon
to go into action.
You have friends and families
in what has suddenly become
a danger zone.
- Everything's alright, ma.
I don't want you to sit up
this way. Everything's alright.
I had to deliver a telegram...
To a lady over on G street.
It said her son's dead.
She wouldn't believe it.
And when I got back
to the office,
the old telegraph
operator was drunk.
He has to do his work,
or they'll put him on a pension.
- Everything's alright, homer.
It's only that you are becoming
aware
of a world
in which you've been a child.
- I don't know what's happening.
Or why.
But no matter what...
I won't let anything hurt you
that way.
- Dear homer, you are now
the man of the Macauley family.
So everything I have at home
is yours.
My books, my phonograph,
my microscope.
I miss you, of course,
all the time.
who died so recently
and yet so long ago.
His goodness... somehow...
Still with us.
- Ah, knock it off.
- His death is not an easy
thing to understand.
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