Leatherheads Page #5

- So, where is this cute boyfriend of mine?

- Well, I thought he was behind me.

There he is now.

He finds it very difficult

moving around in public.

Carter.

Say, CC!

He loves his fans.

Carter, this is Miss Littleton of the

Tribune. She's doing a piece on you.

Well, that'll be fine.

- A pleasure, Mr Rutherford.

- Carter, Miss Littleton.

Lexie, Carter.

- Say, CC...

- There you are.

Could you bring the car

around? We're ready to leave.

- I don't think this gentleman works here.

- No?

He certainly looks like

the retrieving type.

- Do you work here, Dodge?

- No, CC, I came to talk to you.

Yes, well, I'm afraid we're going to dinner.

Come, let's find a real valet, shall we?

I have $20,000 that says

you might want to talk.

So if I understand you

correctly, Mr Connelly,

it's your intention to

legitimise professional football?

- That's right.

- Well, let me say straight off,

there's no such beast

as professional football.

There's only miners and farmers and

shell-shocked veterans of the Great War,

smashing each other's skulls together

in a million turnip fields

from Duluth to East Jesus.

Now I ask you, how do you

intend to legitimise that?

By keeping it alive,

by investing in a team.

Well, you see, there's the catch.

I'm not interested in investing.

I'm more of a 20-percenter. New

talent, new ideas interest me.

Professional football does

not attract new talent,

and investing in a professional

football team is not a new idea.

Dodge,

we had some laughs a few years ago.

- You had some laughs.

- Yes.

Yes, I guess I did.

- So...

- Okay.

How about this for a new idea?

Carter Rutherford leaves Princeton

to play for the Duluth Bulldogs.

- What?

- Hear me out.

Carter, you're a pretty

remarkable guy, aren't you?

- I just play football.

- You don't have to be modest with me.

I know your story.

How you put your education on hold to

serve your country, to fight in the war.

I was just doing what

I thought was right.

The President gave you

a medal for bravery.

I was just in the right

place at the right time.

That's not what the papers said. They

called you the hero of the Argonne.

Then, when you went back to school, you

turned out to be a football hero, too.

- Mr Connelly, I'm just a guy...

- Carter.

Do kids chase you down

the hallway at school?

Sometimes.

Follow you around? Ask

you for an autograph?

It happens, yeah, but you can't

take that stuff too seriously.

You feel like sometimes everybody

wants something from you?

And how are you compensated for living your

life under that kind of public scrutiny?

By paying tuition to Princeton.

Let me ask you a question.

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