Mr. Hart...
will you recite the facts
of Hawkins vs. McGee?
I do have your name right?
You are Mr. Hart?
Yes, my name is Hart.
You're not speaking
loud enough, Mr. Hart.
Will you speak up?
Yes, my name is Hart.
Mr. Hart, you're still
not speaking loud enough.
Will you stand?
Now that you're
on your feet, Mr. Hart...
maybe the class will be
able to understand you.
You are on your feet?
Yes, I'm on my feet.
Loudly, Mr. Hart.
Fill this room with
your intelligence.
Now, will you give us
the facts of the case?
I haven't read the case.
Class assignments
for the first day...
are posted on
the bulletin boards...
in Langdell
and Austin Halls.
You must have
known that.
No.
You assumed this first class
would be a lecture...
an introduction
to the course.
Yes, sir.
Never assume anything
in my classroom.
Mr. Hart, I will myself give
you the facts of the case.
Hawkins vs. McGee
is a case in contract law...
the subject of our study.
The boy burned his hand by
touching an electric wire.
A doctor who was anxious to
experiment in skin grafting...
asked to operate on the hand...
guaranteeing that
he would restore it 100%.
He took a piece of skin
from the boy's chest...
and grafted it onto
the unfortunate boy's hand.
The operation failed
to produce a healthy hand.
Instead it produced
a hairy hand.
A hand not only burned...
but covered with
dense, matted hair.
Mr. Hart...
what damages do you think
the doctor should pay?
What did the doctor promise?
There was a promise
to fix the hand...
back to the way it was
before it was burned.
And the result
of the operation?
The hand was much worse than
before he went to the doctor.
How should the court
measure the damages?
What should the doctor
pay the boy?
The doctor should...
The doctor should pay
for what he did...
and he should pay
for the difference...
between what the boy had...
a burned hand...
and what the doctor
gave him, a...
a burned and hairy hand?
Mr. Pruit.
That's just
the screamer, men.
Screams every Friday and Sunday
night at exactly 12:00.
It's all right.
Nobody's ever seen him.
Not that I know of.
It's my third year now, and he's
been screaming since I came.
Right at the stroke of 12:00.
Story is it was Kingsfield.
Kingsfield drove him mad.
He's driven a lot of lawyers
mad over the 40 years...
since he's
been teaching here.
I just heard he ripped up
a one-L this morning...
so bad that the guy
lost his breakfast.
That's true.
That was me.
Hardly
a propitious start.
Well, let's see,
I guess I covered...
everything I'm supposed
to tell you about the dorm.
There's no cooking.
No hot plates.
There's intramural
football and basketball...
if you have the time.
Where's the pool?
It's across the square
behind Holyoke Center.
You a swimmer?
No. Just relaxes me.
There's one more thing.
All that stuff
about grades is true.
You gotta work
like hell. No kidding.
Nobody jokes
about grades.
Try getting a job
without them.
It's stacked against you if
you don't have the grades.
Don't think you're made
'cause you go to Harvard.
Maybe I better
start studying then.
That's it. Study.
If there's any law around
the dorm, that's it.
That's the main rule.
Remember, I'm here to answer
your questions, so just ask.
And I'm the only third-year
student you can trust...
so talk to me.
Okay. Thanks a lot.
Right. So long.
My name's Ford.
I'm across the hall.
I knocked, but
you didn't hear me.
Hi. My name's Hart.
I came to ask you
to join my study group.
What's a study group?
It's a device. A tool.
Groups of
first-year students...
get together
a couple times a week.
Review the class work,
the casebooks.
They make outlines
and then share them.
It helps at exam time.
You interested?
Yeah. I'm interested.
You plan
to study all night?
No, I'm finished.
Five hours is plenty.
You want to get drunk?
Of course you have
to have the grades.
I mean, hell,
you can't wear "Harvard"
on a sign around your neck.
You gotta have the grades
and you have to look good.
Where you from, Hart?
Minnesota.
You went to
the university there?
Yeah. Where'd
you go to school?
Harvard.
In the grand tradition
of the Fords.
I'm something like fifth
generation Harvard.
Harvard Law School.
And depending on
if I get the grades...
and then make
the Law Review...
I'm on my way
to Wall Street.
You'll make
the Law Review.
Well, why not?
After all, I am a genius.
I've got an IQ of 190.
When I was a freshman
at college, I had 3 roommates.
One was a genius,
and one was crazy...
and one was inconsequential.
Kept to himself.
It was the genius who
told me about Kingsfield.
First guy to tell me
all about Kingsfield.
He read an article about him
in Life or Time.
Something about
a book he wrote.
It was called
Contracts in Our Daily Lives.
Yeah.
To make a long story short...
genius took the law school
admission's test...
but didn't score high enough
to get into Harvard.
Genius.
The study of law...
is something new and unfamiliar
to most of you.
Unlike any schooling
you've ever been through before.
We use
the Socratic Method here.
I call on you,
ask you a question...
and you answer it.
Why don't I just
give you a lecture?
Because through my questions,
you learn to teach yourselves.
Through this method of
questioning, answering...
questioning, answering...
we seek to develop in you
the ability to analyze...
that vast complex of facts
that constitute...
the relationships of members
within a given society.
Questioning and answering.
At times you may feel that you
have found the correct answer.
I assure you that this is
a total delusion on your part.
You will never find the correct,
absolute, and final answer.
In my classroom, there is
always another question...
another question
to follow your answer.
Yes, you're on a treadmill.
My little questions
spin the tumblers of your mind.
You're on an operating table.
My little questions are
the fingers probing your brain.
We do brain surgery here.
You teach yourselves
the law...
but I train your mind.
You come in here
with a skull full of mush...
and you leave
thinking like a lawyer.
Ford's study group?
Yeah. Yeah.
James Hart.
Hi. Kevin Brooks.
This is Hart,
Kevin, and O'Connor.
This is
Anderson and Bell.
We were just talking about
the most sensible thing...
to do at the beginning
is divide up the courses.
Each person be responsible
for his particular course.
Each person do an outline.
Then at the end
of the year...
we have them
Xeroxed and exchange them.
Now, I propose that
nobody buys any outlines...
because they won't reflect
the work we've done together.
I'm gonna take property.
There's no guarantee
we'll all be here in the spring.
Some of us might have
nervous breakdowns.
I think we should do research
on nervous breakdowns.
I want property.
I've already
started property.
Hart, don't you think this
is the most logical thing...
to divide up the courses?
Yeah.
Let's divide
the courses up.
We've divided them.
I'm taking property.
I think we should talk about
who gets which course.
Maybe we should draw lots.
Like I said, I've already
started property.
Forget it, shorty.
Listen...
Bell, try to think of this
in terms of maximum utility.
Try to attain the highest
average possible.
Treat all your courses
as of equal importance.
They're not equal.
My father is in property.
I know that stuff.
That's different.
Go ahead and take property.
If you like and you know it,
you'll do a better job.
I can outline
something else.
Anderson, which course
would you like?
Doesn't matter to me.
I've made my study schedule
out to the end of the year...
dividing my time equally
among all the courses.
I'll outline anything.
Kevin?
I don't know which
course I'll be best at.
I don't think you should
outline your best course.
Perhaps your overall average
would improve with your worst.
I don't know which course
will be my worst.
I don't care as long
as it's not contracts.
I hate that son of a bitch
Kingsfield.
Hart, which one
do you want?
Contracts.
You sure?
Yeah.
Okay, I'll take criminal law.
You guys who haven't decided...
can divide up the other
courses any way you like.
Civil procedure.
I'm going up to Mass Avenue
to get something to eat.
You want to go?
No, thanks.
What is this, some sort
of endurance contest?
No. This is a really
fascinating case...
about this guy who went
around killing everybody...
walking in his sleep.
Well, you want me
to bring you back a pizza?
Oh, no. No, thanks.
Yeah. All right.
Yeah. Good-bye. Yeah.
Hello. Do you mind?
There's someone following me.
Just to the corner's
all right.
I'll walk you home.
All right.
I knew law school was hard...
but I didn't think it was going
to be as hard as it really is.
You're up against
some incredible minds here.
I think this guy's gonna
be a supreme court justice...
this guy's gonna run
Wall Street...
this guy might be
president of the United States.
What it is, though,
is this incredible sense of power.
This is where I live.
- Know what I mean?
- Yes.
Have you ever walked through
the law school campus?
- Yes.
- Then you know what I mean.
When I walk down
those streets...
I get the feeling
that behind those doors...
minds are being formed
to run the world.
Good night.
Thank you.
Pleasure's been mine.
Good night.
Ford?
Ford?
Hey, Ford, wake up.
What the hell
are you doing?
Where the hell are we?
Langdell.
I know that, but where?
In the heart of the beast.
Ah, this goddamn
building gets to me.
Comforts me...
restores my soul.
Yea, though I walk
through the valley...
of the shadow of ignorance...
I shall fear no evil...
for the law is with me.
Okay, get the book you want
and let's get out of here.
Wait a minute.
There's somebody else
in here.
Hey...
that's Kingsfield.
Come on.
We're gonna have to get up
so early to keep up with him.
What are the elements
that can lead to a party...
being excused from performing
his part of a contract...
and yet not paying damages?
Mr. O'Connor?
Both parties
predicate their contract...
on an assumption
about a state of facts...
and the assumption
is untrue.
Elaborate?
Mr. Anderson?
Both parties must share
the assumption.
The assumption must be material,
i.e., that the true state of
facts is that it is impossible...
to complete the contract
in any reasonable manner.
Both parties must be dealing
with each other in a fair manner...
and neither party may obtain
an unfair advantage...
because the contract
is dissolved.
Example?
Well,
suppose I were to agree...
to rent an apartment
from you...
an old apartment which you
hadn't visited in a while...
and the time came
for me to move in...
and we discovered the apartment
house had burned down.
That actually happened to me.
Personal comment
is not necessary.
Hello.
Hello.
I was walking by
and I saw your light.
How nice. Come in.
It's very interesting
to me how quickly...
the classes have divided up
into three factions.
One faction being the students
who sit in the back.
Given up sitting
in their assigned seats...
preparing the cases.
What is it, only October?
They've already
given up trying.
Cowards.
The second group are the ones
who won't raise their hands...
or volunteer an answer,
but will try when called upon.
That's where I am,
right now...
living in a state
of constant fear.
And then there's
the third echelon.
The upper echelon.
The volunteers.
They raise
their hands in class.
They thrust themselves
into the fray.
I don't think they're smarter
than anyone else...
but they have courage.
And they'll achieve
the final recognition.
The teachers will get
to know their names...
and they'll get better...
better grades.
Past couple weeks, I've been
preparing for the upper echelon...
and this weekend if
I get all my work done...
I'm going to enter it
Monday morning.
In Kingsfield's
contract law class.
The facts of
Carbolic Smoke Ball.
Miss Farranti?
This is a case
where the defendants...
entered an advertisement
in the Pall Mall Gazette...
November 1891...
stating that a 100 reward
would be paid...
by The Carbolic
Smoke Ball Company...
to any person who contracted
influenza or a cold...
or any disease
caused by taking cold...
after using the ball
according to the directions.
Now, on the strength
of this advertisement...
a Mrs. Carlill
bought a smoke ball...
used it according
to the directions...
until she developed
influenza.
What were the reasons
for the court's finding...
in favor of Mrs. Carlill?
She had fulfilled
the conditions of the offer.
The bargain was complete.
Was there a bargain?
Was there communication
between the parties?
Was she not obligated
to notify the company...
that she had accepted
their offer?
Mr. Hart.
It's obvious that notice
is not important here.
The offer requires no notice
or personal communication.
What is important
is consideration.
Question... Did Mrs. Carlill
give anything to the company?
The company argues that
Mrs. Carlill, in using the ball...
did absolutely nothing
for them.
All they were interested in
was the sale itself.
The answer to that
is obvious.
Of course, they benefit
from the sale itself...
but beyond this...
consideration does not
necessarily in all cases...
have to pass
to the other party.
Mrs. Carlill suffered
the inconvenience...
of having to use the ball.
She gave something up...
even if it didn't
pass to the other party.
So, you can only have
a binding contract...
when each party gives
something to the other...
or suffers an inconvenience
by or from the other party.
- Damn good.
- A good answer.
Not a complete analysis,
not a hard question...
but the point is
I did it.
I did it
in Kingsfield's class.
This is a goddamn dance!
I'm telling you, the worst
thing a law student can do...
is get involved with a girl.
Affairs by their very nature
are time-consuming.
On the contrary, it's
the best thing you can do.
Nothing makes you
hornier than studying.
My father warned
me about that.
Your father's
full of shit.
He said the celibate mind
is sharper...
retains more
information.
The third year you can
get laid all you want to.
The only sensible thing
to do in a mess like this...
is find a woman that doesn't
make demands and hang on.
Hang on like hell.
Grab onto her boobs
and don't let go.
Oh, no.
What?
I thought you set
the alarm at 12:00.
I gotta study.
Oh, crap, I got
Kingsfield at 9:00.
The auctioneer
is the agent of the vendor...
and the assent of
both parties is necessary...
to make
the contract binding.
An auction,
is not unaptly called then...
Iocus poenitentiae,
which means?
Mr. Hart?
Mr. Hart?
Mr. Bell?
Locus poenitentiae
means place of repentance...
or for changing one's mind.
You asleep?
No.
Where you been?
Walking on the point.
I was watching
the rowers.
I've been thinking.
About what?
The trouble with
entering the upper echelon...
is you have to work harder
to stay in it.
And you haven't been
working hard enough?
I haven't been
working hard enough...
since I've been
seeing so much of you.
I'm not getting
enough sleep.
I shouldn't have drunk
so much wine.
Seems so much energy
gets wasted.
Kingsfield caught me
Friday unprepared.
Not following
the discussion.
I swore he'd never catch me
unprepared again.
And it's all my fault?
Is that what you're saying?
Well... you don't give me
very much sustenance, Susan.
Much what?
Sustenance.
Alimentum victus.
Way of life. Livelihood.
Nourishment. Support.
Susan?
Susan?
Susan?
Susan!
You bitch!
Susan!
Susan!
Hi.
I'll meet you out front.
Where have you been?
I've been sleeping
in the park.
You ought to try it sometime.
It's wildly therapeutic.
Hey! You missed the meeting
of the study group.
I'm sorry.
It won't happen again.
Anderson's right.
You cannot balance...
girls and law school
at the same time.
Kingsfield's having
a party in 2 weeks.
Day after Thanksgiving.
- What?
- He gives one every year
according to Toombs.
- We all got invitations.
I put yours on the typewriter.
- Fantastic.
I get enough of
the old bastard in class.
I don't have
a decent tie to wear.
Good night, Hart.
Yeah. Good night.
"Charles W. Kingsfield, Jr.
"Pleasure... cocktails...
"Friday, November 24.
R.S.V.P."
Greetings.
- How are you?
- Good.
Hi.
How are you?
Asheley, sweetheart...
I want you
to meet my friend.
Hart, I want you to meet
my wife Asheley.
This is Hart. We're in
the same study group.
Oh, hi.
How do you do?
Hello.
Jesus. If this is
supposed to give us...
closer contact
with the faculty...
someone made
a terrible mistake.
This place is fantastic.
It's just like
I thought it would be.
- It gives me the creeps.
- Don't be nervous.
Everyone's running around
getting bombed...
or trying to kiss
Kingsfield's ass.
Excuse me, Asheley.
Just make like you can
vanish or materialize...
anytime you like.
Anytime you like.
Have you said hello
to Kingsfield yet?
It's too crowded.
I thought I'd wait.
Oh, no, that's
his daughter.
Can you believe
Kingsfield has a daughter?
She just got back in town.
She's been in Europe.
He's in the study,
running this party...
just like he runs
his class... fear.
He's in with his pictures
of the Law Review of 1929...
a big leather chair,
and all his casebooks.
He needs a setting.
Wouldn't dream of it.
Besides, I don't think
you'll earn a goddamn penny.
Oh, let's not argue.
Hello, how are you?
Hart, have you gotten into
Warner vs. Davis yet?
Excuse me, Ed.
You going home? You haven't
paid homage to my father.
Why don't I take you
to meet him?
Why didn't you tell me you
were Kingsfield's daughter?
I'm not his daughter very much.
Why didn't you call me?
Wait a minute.
You left me in the park.
Why didn't you call me?
I knew I'd see
you here today.
You lied to me, Susan.
You told me your
last name was Fields.
My last name is Fields.
I'm married.
Oh, man.
We are...
We're separated.
He's still in Europe,
and we're getting a divorce.
So why come back?
Because my mother is in
a mental institution.
That's why I came back.
Sorry.
She's crazy as hell,
but I'm not.
Couldn't prove it by me.
I have spent
my required hour.
Would you like
to take a walk?
No. You look too different
dressed like that.
I've got to think.
Please, excuse me.
I'll be home at 9:00.
Did you have a nice walk?
What?
I can see
the resemblance.
I was just looking at some
photographs of my father...
and I don't see
the resemblance at all.
I look much more
like my mother.
It all makes
so much sense.
The way you looked at me
when I talked about him...
telling you things
that happened in class.
Didn't you ever want
to burst out laughing?
No. It's very serious.
I've been here before.
What do you mean?
My husband Philip
was a law student too.
It's some curse of my father's
that follows me around.
And that's why I didn't
invite you in the first night.
But when you came back,
there wasn't much I could do.
Where is Philip?
Is that his name?
Yes.
Where is he now?
We were married for 2 years...
and I saw where
my life was going...
and I didn't and I don't
want that kind of life.
You haven't answered
my question.
Where is Philip now?
Wandering around Europe
with a knapsack.
He dropped out of law school.
Why?
I refuse to answer
on the grounds...
that it may incriminate me.
I don't like the way
you're looking at me.
It was much nicer before
not having any background.
I wouldn't say that.
Our relationship
has changed.
It certainly has.
I'm going to ask you
a question.
You came back here because
I'm Kingsfield's daughter.
That's not a question.
That's an answer.
Now...
suppose I write you
a contract.
It says...
"I agree for $100
to paint your apartment
with white paint."
Is there any difference
between this...
and a contract which says...
"You agree to paint
my apartment with white paint...
provided I pay you $100."
Mr. Brooks.
You won't find it in
the casebook, Mr. Brooks.
It's just a hypothetical.
I am waiting, Mr. Brooks.
I'm not sure I understood it all.
Could you tell me it again?
In one case,
there are two mutual promises.
In the other, there is
a condition on a promise.
Mr. Brooks, do you know
the difference between...
a condition on a promise
and a promise?
Mr. Brooks, did you
read this material?
Yes, I did read the material.
I memorized the facts.
- I have a photographic memory.
- A what?
A photographic memory.
Would you repeat that?
A photographic memory.
A photographic memory...
is of absolutely no use
to you, Mr. Brooks...
without the ability
to analyze...
that vast mass of facts
between your ears.
Did you hear me, Brooks?
Yes, sir.
Could you give me
the hypothetical again?
I didn't understand it.
Mr. Ford...
do you know
the difference between...
a condition on a promise
and a promise?
It's a very
difficult concept.
A very difficult point
in the law.
You just shouldn't have
raised your hand in class.
I thought he was going
to ask me the facts.
I couldn't hold the
hypothetical in my mind.
It's like my mind
was outside his...
watching myself unable
to bring it together.
People laughed,
didn't they?
I didn't hear anybody
laughing at you.
I heard people laughing.
Hey, relax.
We'll have a swim.
Feel better.
Justice Douglas...
Franklin Roosevelt...
Ernest Hemingway...
Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
Adlai Stevenson.
Helen Keller.
Interested in his study?
I played in this study
when I was a little girl.
I used to run
the dictaphone.
Adequacy. As long as one gets...
what he has
bargained for...
and it is
of some value...
No, turn it off.
I feel
like an intruder.
Not in his bed,
but in his study.
What?
It's funny.
This is his
special room.
Do you think he
would mind me drinking...
in his special room?
I don't know.
You can call him
in New York and ask.
I think you're behaving...
just the way
he'd want you to behave.
Picking up his little
silver mementos...
Iooking at his
Law Review picture.
I think he'd like it...
just to have you
fondle his things.
Have you ever
told him about me?
About you and me?
No.
Well...
when I'm in his class...
I feel like he knows me.
As though when
he calls upon me...
he's got it all
planned out.
Like he...
Like he's watching
my progress.
You know?
Like he cares
about how I do.
Oh, my God. He's back.
Listen, get out
through the kitchen.
Just go out
the kitchen.
My clothes are upstairs.
I'll get 'em.
You just go.
I'll take care of this.
Just go on.
- So what did he say?
- Well, he just said he hoped
it wasn't a law student.
Now, will you state
the facts...
of the case of
Vigers vs. Cook?
Mr. Pruit.
Cook's son died.
Vigers was the undertaker...
Or was Cook
the undertaker?
Mr. Sanders.
You just want the facts?
Mr. Fisher.
This undertaker agreed...
to provide the usual
funeral services.
Mr. Knight.
Vigers gave Cook
an estimate...
that the whole thing
would cost about 49.
Thank you,
thank you.
Now, the rest
of the facts, Mr...
The body was placed
in a coffin...
Ford.
The body was placed
in a lead coffin.
The coffin was soldered
without a vent hole.
The coffin then burst...
owing to decomposition
of the body...
and it was impossible
to hold the services...
in the church.
I never said anything.
I just went upstairs,
I got your things...
I put on my coat,
and I came right down.
Then why did he look at me
that way in class?
He questioned
the student on my left...
on my right,
in front of me...
behind me, and then,
glaring at me...
asked somebody else
the question.
I don't know,
but believe me...
you're just a name
on a piece of paper...
a picture on a seating chart,
and that's all.
You're only one
out of thousands...
over the past 40 years.
I don't
believe that.
He knows
who I am.
Susan!
What?
We can't
go on like this.
Like what?
Look, I've gotta
get organized.
What is it?
The middle of February...
and I've got 4 months
till exams.
I never know when or if
I'm gonna see you.
What kind of organization
did you have in mind?
When's your divorce final?
When's your divorce final?
Oh, no more contracts,
Mr. Hart.
Thank you, no.
Are you really serious?
Well, if not
the honorable thing...
why not the dishonorable?
I'd prefer to live alone.
I don't know
what you want.
I don't know
what to do with you.
Well, I don't want to live
in the married students' dorm...
and have neat friends down the hall
and walk babies with them.
I've been organized
like that before.
You law students,
you're all the same.
You can't let things alone.
You have to organize.
The endless defining
of irrational human behavior...
into tight
little patterns.
People are not rational.
People are irrational.
What do you want?
Do you want me
to be irrational?
All right.
I shall be irrational.
I'm gonna walk
on the water!
Is that irrational enough
for you?
No? Okay.
I shall walk on my hands
on the water.
Now that's
more like it.
Oh, my God!
Give me the coat.
The coat.
Keep off the ice!
Here.
Oh, God!
Oh, crap.
It's only 3 feet deep.
God.
Get out, Hart.
I gotta go back
and get warm.
I know there's a lot
of things to say...
but it really isn't
worth saying...
so please just get out.
Think about me...
and think about yourself.
Don't call me.
I know you're gonna want to...
but just don't, okay?
I Xeroxed an article
I found in the library...
called
Blessings of Consideration.
Kingsfield wrote it
Well worth the time.
What are we
gonna do...
about practice
exams?
Nothing.
Practice exams don't count.
They don't mean a thing.
Look, Kevin, just keep aiming
towards the end of the year.
You'll just have to relearn
it all then anyway.
I thought it would
give us a chance...
to see how we stand.
Whether one of us
needs special help.
You need
special help...
and you, too,
O'Connor.
You both need
a shrink.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to touch your outline.
I agree with Ford. I've given
this problem considerable thought...
and in terms of maximum
grade point...
the most sensible thing
is not to study.
See how much you retain...
as a result of normal
study procedure.
And then you'll be able
to measure accurately...
how much extra work
you'll need...
when it comes to take
the real test in the spring.
I thought we might all study together
for the practice exam.
It would give us
a chance to see how well...
we'll work together
at the end of the year.
But we don't have time
to get up for this test.
We just take it.
It doesn't count.
But what I really
would like to do...
is just talk about how
to take the exam.
That's not so bad an idea.
I'd like a session
on examsmanship.
Maybe you need somebody
to hold your hand.
Okay, this article has a very
interesting relationship...
to the statute of frauds...
which I thought we should
get into today.
I'm not ready yet.
Okay, the statute of frauds
was passed in 1677.
It was called An Act
for the Prevention...
of Frauds or Perjuries.
I said
I'm not ready yet.
We can't wait for you.
Who the hell
do you think you are?
King bow tie shit?
You don't run things around here.
You don't run me.
The statute of frauds is,
in some form or another...
the law in almost every
state in the union.
You're giving everyone
a pain in the ass.
If you don't
like things, leave.
We can get along very well
without your outline.
I don't know how well
you're gonna do without ours.
Shut up.
Just shut up.
Okay. Certain kinds
of contracts...
have got to be put
into writing.
Marriage contracts,
buying and selling of land...
any contract that is not
to take place within a year.
Does this cover
international law?
With holdings in
the United States. Yeah.
I failed, Hart.
I flunked every damn exam.
I don't know
what happened.
I can't tell Asheley.
Her father's got a summer job
waiting for me...
if I get the grades.
Well...
it's just
a practice exam.
You know, practice.
Doesn't really count.
Yeah.
They gave me the name
of this tutor...
so I called him up.
He told me to come over
on Saturday.
I don't suppose
you'd have time...
to come over with me,
would you?
Sure.
Just come by the dorm.
Pick me up.
Thanks.
Oh, hey, Hart.
Don't tell anybody.
Don't tell Ford.
Yeah?
I'm looking
for a William Moss.
You've come to the right
place, all right.
Moss, you've got company!
He's in the kitchen.
Moss!
What time is it?
It's ten after 10:00.
I didn't see you
at the mixer last night.
Yeah?
Sorry about that.
Couple of guys
at the door.
Yeah, back to that interview
I was telling you about.
Yeah, it's a New York firm.
See, New York people...
hate to hire people
from New York.
I'm from New York.
They want people
from the South.
Yeah, they don't have
to teach 'em manners.
Which one of you
is Brooks?
I am.
What are you
doing here?
I asked him to come.
He's in my study group.
Want me to leave?
No, no. You can stay
as far as I'm concerned.
So, you flunked every one
of your practice exams, huh?
Every one?
Uh, yeah,
every one.
That's quite
an achievement.
Oh, my God, man.
Don't look like that.
You'll be saved.
Every guy in this house...
almost flunked out
the first year.
It's not too hard
to see why.
They had broads
on the brain.
It's the worst thing
that can happen...
to a first-year
law student.
I don't suppose
that's your problem.
No, no, I'm married.
Well, the vote's
split on that.
But I've saved
all kinds.
I moved in here and saved
all these dum-dums.
They'll all graduate.
All from Harvard,
all good jobs.
I give them a little lecture
before each exam.
They go out and take it
on their own.
They remember things
for about a day or two.
They're not stupid.
Did you bring any samples
of your work?
Yeah, I brought
some notes.
Notes don't mean a thing.
Why don't you go get dressed?
Take this down.
All set?
Imagine an old woman
comes to dinner with you.
While you're mixing her drink,
she slips on an ice cube...
slides across the room...
smashing into your new
breakfast table...
demolishing it,
and killing herself.
Got that?
Yeah.
Kills herself, right?
After you've cleaned her up
off the floor...
you discover a statute
which says that homeowners...
must keep their land free
of dangerous ice...
especially, but not exclusively,
ice on their sidewalks.
And you find out that the old
lady suffered from dropsy...
a falling sickness.
So you're sued
on two accounts.
The one relying
on the statute...
and the other,
ordinary negligence.
Can they recover from you...
for having caused
the old lady's death?
Can you recover the price
of the breakfast table...
from the old bag's estate?
Write out an answer.
Take half an hour to do it.
No help from your friend.
Come back a month before exams,
and we'll go over it together.
Don't worry.
There's no possibility
of error in my analysis.
Thanks.
- Good morning, Mr. Bell.
- Good morning.
Excuse me.
I need the second series...
of the Pacific Reporter...
number 75.
It's not in the stacks...
and I was wondering if there was
someplace else I could look.
No, if it's not in the stacks,
it's not in. We don't have it.
I see. By the way,
what is this room up here?
Oh, that's where
we keep the red set.
What is the red set?
The memoranda,
the notebooks.
The first drafts of all
the professors' writings.
Do you mean that Professor
Kingsfield's original notes...
on contracts
when he was a student here...
are in that room?
Yes.
May I see
those notes, please?
I'm afraid we couldn't
allow you to do that...
unless you have
special authorization...
or unless you have
Kingsfield's permission.
Okay.
Thank you very much.
Thank you very much.
Thank you, Toombs.
I found something.
There's a room
above the stacks...
where they keep
all of the actual notes...
the professors took when
they were law students here.
They're just sitting there
waiting.
It's called
the red set room.
You have to have special
permission to get in there.
I want to see the notes.
I want to see Kingsfield's
notes on contracts.
Oh, no, oh, no.
I know what
you're thinking.
Jesus.
Do you realize
what this is?
This is it.
This...
This is
the unbroken chain.
This is the ageless
passing of wisdom.
Hey.
What is it?
Listen to this.
"Kingsfield, Charles W.
"Notes on contract law
in a course on contracts...
"given by Professor Willingston...
at the Harvard
Law School, 1927."
Here.
What the hell is it?
They're just notes...
and they look
just like mine.
"Questions:
"Does everybody
have a contract...
"to obey everybody
else's rights?
What is a contract?
What do you owe to others?"
Look at this.
He even doodles.
Come on, let's get
out of here.
Wait, wait.
"Can we make
a contract with God...
that is binding
to man?"
Look. Here's the
original notes he wrote...
on the article
about statute of frauds.
"After all, I am almost
the living extension...
"of the old judges.
"Where would they be
without me?
"I carry in my mind
the cases they wrote.
"Where the hell
would they be...
"if it wasn't for me?
"Who would hang
their pictures...
"if there were
no law students?
"It's hard being
the living extension...
of tradition."
- Hart.
- Yeah?
Telephone.
Hello.
Hi.
Well, it's not
very original...
but it is effective.
Want to play?
My father never misses
a Harvard-Yale game...
and he always sits
right over there.
And I once sat
on his left...
with the president
of the United States...
on his right...
and two Supreme Court
justices at his feet.
I was only 12 years old.
Where are you going?
Don't you want
to explore?
No, I want to talk.
Well, I want
to explore.
I want to talk!
Oh, come on, Hart.
Susan, please.
I want to talk.
Explore with me.
Please.
I want to talk.
No, please.
I want to talk,
Susan!
Come explore.
Susan!
I want to talk
with you.
Goddamn it.
Susan.
Susan.
Susan.
Susan.
Why the hell can't you
just do things?
Why do you have to talk
about everything?
I am trying
to do something.
I am trying
to make sense.
I want us
to be together.
Why?
What's wrong with that?
I was right.
You were born for
the married students' dorm.
You were born
for the dating bar.
I can't live like this.
I need to be organized.
Susan, I need a way of living
that I can rationalize.
This way I spend
half my time worrying.
I can't work
and I can't sleep.
I didn't come here because
you bought me flowers.
I can always
buy flowers.
Hart, I could buy you.
Maybe I already have.
Eat shit.
I like you.
I really do.
You can't buy me.
Show me something in
Langdell I can't buy.
Show me one person
who doesn't kiss my father's ass.
I don't kiss
your father's ass.
I'm not afraid of him
anymore.
I can really understand
what he is saying.
I've read everything
he's written.
My mind is really in his.
I know what he is saying
before he says it.
I am three questions ahead.
I am having a true
Socratic experience.
Three questions
ahead, Hart?
You're only three
answers ahead.
And I think
we'd better go...
to the Cape
this weekend.
And you don't talk about my father
or the law school...
and I'll try
and be a lot nicer...
and I'll give you
lots of sustenance.
Next weekend?
Yes.
Okay.
All right, next weekend.
The Cape.
I think these dead man
statutes are unfair.
They don't
give the plaintiff...
a chance to testify.
Why shouldn't a person
be allowed to testify...
against a dead person?
Take Proctor vs. Proctor,
for example.
That girl worked for
her aunt for 10 years...
because her aunt had promised
to leave her the house.
I say she should
get the house...
because she worked
for it.
It's just a crummy
technicality...
that says
she can't testify.
That's not justice.
Your name is Bell?
Bell, yes, sir,
as in Liberty Bell.
Did it ever occur to you,
Liberty Bell, was it?
Did it ever occur to you
that the courts did not write
the dead man statutes...
the legislature did...
and that the courts are bound
to follow the legislature?
I think I shall have
to dispense with the privilege...
of ringing you further,
Mr. Bell.
Mr. Kingsfield.
Yes.
Mr. Bell was right.
There are
at least 17 ways...
of getting around
the dead man statutes.
You wrote an article
showing that in 1936.
If I wrote an article
in November 1936...
showing that
there were 17 ways...
to get around
the dead man statutes...
I hardly need to be told now
that Mr. Bell is correct.
Anything else?
No.
Your name?
Hart.
Mr. Hart, I can understand
your wanting to ride...
to the rescue
of the unfortunate Bell...
but aren't you
a little late?
You had your chance in class.
Nobody inhibits you
from expressing yourself.
Mr. Hart.
I need a student
to do some research...
for the supplement
to my treatise.
Interested?
Sure.
Come around to my office
this afternoon.
My secretary will give you
the basic material.
You can get started.
It doesn't have to be long.
You can do it over
the weekend. Around 10 pages.
I'll expect it
bright and early Monday.
Hello.
Hi.
Hi.
Your father asked me...
to do some research
for him.
And he needs it bright and early
Monday morning...
so I can't go to
the Cape this weekend.
I understand.
Oh, good, good.
Hello.
Susan?
Come in.
What do you want?
I couldn't finish the paper.
I need more time.
I've done
all the basic work.
As you can see, I just need
to condense it. It won't be hard.
When your paper wasn't in
bright and early Monday morning,
as promised...
I had someone else do it...
a third-year student.
So, you see, your contribution
to the supplement of my treatise...
is no longer necessary.
My contribution.
Condensed or uncondensed
isn't necessary.
Thank you.
What?
I'm sorry.
Thank you.
You ought to
get some sleep.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
We could
go to the Cape next weekend.
We aren't
going anywhere.
Excuse me.
Christ.
I, uh, wish you wouldn't
treat me like this.
I haven't had a decent meal
in four days. I...
I haven't had any sleep.
Susan.
Look, he tested me.
I failed.
I worked so hard
on that goddamn paper.
Well, he may flunk me!
They finally got you,
didn't they, Hart?
They sucked all
that Midwestern charm...
right out of you.
Look it, he's got you
scared to death.
Oh, you're gonna pass...
because you're the kind
the law school wants.
You'll get
your little diploma...
your piece of paper that's
no different than this...
and you can stick it
in your silver box...
with all the other
paper in your life.
Your birth certificate,
your driver's license...
your marriage license,
your stock certificates...
and your will.
Excuse me.
You don't even care.
I wish you would flunk.
There might be
some hope for you.
Susan.
Susan, you... You really
don't mean that.
I certainly do, Hart.
Leave me alone.
I don't want
to see you anymore!
Susan.
O'Connor, why don't
the federal courts...
use the same civil procedures
as the state courts?
Well, they used to,
but the Supreme Court...
overruled
that former ruling.
And what is the famous case
in which that ruling was changed?
Come on.
You have 10 seconds.
Piss off, Bell!
You lose.
What happened
to O'Connor?
I'm afraid O'Connor
decided to cut back...
and cut out the study group.
Needless to say,
his loss is our gain.
What are we gonna do
about his outline?
I'm way behind
in civil procedures.
It's already
the middle of March.
Calm down, Kevin.
I don't give a shit
about his outline.
He's just a little pimp.
I wasn't gonna share
my outline with him anyway.
You what?
You got wax in your ears?
Listen, we've got to
stick together.
That's the whole point
of this group.
The whole point of this group
is to learn the law.
We all made a contract
with each other.
We can all do some
of O'Connor's work.
We'll divide up his course.
Let's not get softhearted.
O'Connor's out, and that's it.
We don't get his outline
at the end of the year...
and he doesn't get ours.
Do you do this often?
Don't flatter yourself.
Do you need some help?
No, it's all right.
Here.
Who's that?
That is Philip.
Philip is back.
Europe, it seems, wasn't
the answer, either.
We've just been
with my father.
We filed for divorce
before Philip left...
and of course,
father is handling it.
The most expensive...
legal advice
in the country.
It's gonna cost you a fortune
to Xerox that, Bell.
Maybe I'm not
going to Xerox it.
What does that mean...
maybe you're not
going to Xerox it?
This is a great outline.
Fantastic.
If yours doesn't stack up,
you won't get a chance to look at it.
Bell's going to have his outline
Xeroxed just like the rest of us.
Maybe Bell is,
and maybe Bell isn't.
The outline
is a tool, Bell.
A tool,
not an end in itself.
I'm going to publish
that outline.
The casebook's already
been published, Bell.
My outline is better
than the casebook.
Anyway,
it's gonna be longer.
I think you're all
a bunch of pimps.
You're on
a suicide course, Bell.
I don't have to sit here
and be insulted.
One more word
out of you, Anderson...
and I'll lock your head
in your attach case.
How is your
outline coming?
Well, I have not yet
reached the stage...
where my outline is
reducible to a single word.
Yet, at 50 pages, if I may
pat myself on the back...
it's clean and concise.
How about you, Kevin?
It's coming.
Can you tell us how far?
It'll be ready
in four weeks...
uh, before exams.
I don't think Kevin
has an outline.
I think the pimp
is holding out on us.
If you ever say "pimp"
in front of me again...
Pimp.
Jesus!
You want to know
about my outline?
It's 800 pages long,
and it's fantastic...
but you'll never
see it, Ford.
Hart is the only one
I'm gonna let see it.
He's the only one of you
who isn't a pimp!
I was gonna let you see it, Ford,
but I changed my mind.
And as far as
the robot pimp goes...
I was never gonna let
that pimp see it anyway!
Get out! You get out
of my study group!
It's a pleasure,
you pimp.
Quite amusing.
I wonder if our dropout rate
is paralleled in other groups.
Look,
what's gonna happen?
We don't have outlines
anymore in property...
or in civil procedure.
In another month,
by the end of the year...
when exams come...
we might not
have any at all.
I need the outlines.
I need them.
I need help.
Look, Kevin, nothing's
going to happen.
Take a rest, will you?
Go somewhere
and rest your mind.
We'll meet again next week
and figure something out.
Now, listen, I can't
wait that long, you see?
I've got a plan.
It's fine for you...
because you talk in class,
but I can't wait that long!
Kevin, we're all
in the same boat!
Well, gentlemen,
I'll see you next week.
Kevin, come with me.
We'll get somethin' to eat.
Screw O'Connor,
Bell, and Kevin.
Well, hello, Hart.
Hello.
Is... Is Kevin in?
Come on in.
I'll tell him
you're here.
Would you like
some coffee?
Yes, please.
Just black.
Hey, Hart.
What are you doing here?
Hey.
Quite a place.
Oh, yes.
Asheley's folks wouldn't
permit their daughter...
to live in anything that
wasn't quite a place.
How about a drink?
Sure.
You know, I was, uh,
just working on my outline.
I brought some notes.
Good.
Well, here we are.
Did you tell Hart
the good news?
Oh, uh, no. I was
just about to.
Asheley's pregnant.
Well, that's great.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
Calls for a little celebration.
Yeah. That's fine,
thanks.
Well...
I'll just leave you two
to talk your law school talk.
I brought these notes...
and I thought...
maybe I could help you
with the outline...
or anything that, uh...
No one can help.
Not even Moss.
You, uh, you should
have been there.
You should have seen the mess
I made out of Moss's hypothesis.
Yeah, I got
a photographic memory.
I'm a walking,
talking encyclopedia.
I got facts at my fingertips,
facts on the tip of my tongue...
but I just don't have the kind
of mind that can, uh...
Don't have the kind of mind
that can make the grade.
You're lucky, Hart.
You and Ford and Liberty Bell
and the robot pimp...
You're all gonna pass.
You'll all make
the Law Review. You...
You talk in class.
You're Kingsfield's favorite.
You'll get the grades.
They're just grades,
Kevin.
You know better
than that.
It's a number.
It's a letter...
but it determines
salaries and futures.
With my grades,
it's gonna be pretty rough...
just keeping us in pablum.
How about another drink?
You know, uh,
I can mix a Mai Tai...
a Margarita, an Alexander,
a Grasshopper.
Hmm. Anything you want.
I glanced at
a bartender's book once...
and memorized them all.
Instantly.
It's the only bar
I'm ever gonna pass.
Please, I don't want you
to see this. Don't...
Asheley!
Hart's got to go.
Thank him for coming.
I'm getting quickly indisposed.
I'll leave these notes here.
He's just so tired.
He works so hard.
Yeah.
Every night
till 3:00 or 4:00.
The competition
is killing him.
He always talks
so much about you...
how nice and bright
you are.
Oh, I'm not very bright.
It comes hard for me, too.
Are you married?
No.
Got a girl?
No.
Listen, Tuesday
is Kevin's birthday...
and I wanna make him
a party.
A surprise
birthday party.
Well, the thing
of it is...
I don't know
any of his friends...
and he hates
all of mine.
So, uh, I thought you might
invite the study group.
It would mean a lot to him.
Sure.
You don't have to bring
any presents.
What time?
Oh, uh, 8:00.
All right.
Okay.
Well, thanks
for droppin' by.
Sure.
Good night.
Sure.
Good night.
Good night.
Brooks vs. Scoville
illustrates the distinctions...
between the general demerit
and the special demerit.
That is, a general statement...
that a complaint
is insufficient...
and a demerit which argues
that the specific allegations...
of a plaintiff
are without foundation.
I think the concept
is rather clear.
We always seem to hear
from the same people.
Would anyone who has
not contributed lately...
care to speak?
Very well, I shall have
to ferret you out.
Mr. Brooks, we haven't heard
from you in a long time.
Give us the facts
of Tinn vs. Hoffman.
Some 13 letters and telegrams...
passing between a company
wishing to sell pig iron...
and a company
wishing to buy it.
Every time it looked
as if they had made a deal...
the company wishing to buy
always hedged back down.
Finally, the frustrated
seller gave up...
and sold the pig iron
elsewhere.
Now the company
that wishes to buy is suing...
saying that the seller
had promised him the iron.
Mr. Brooks, what is
the holding of this case?
How did the court
reach its decision?
in a letter of November 28th...
we find this phrase,
"Making you an offer."
The court seemed
to stress this phrase.
Oh, l... I guess that's not
the crucial passage.
Mr. Hart.
The correct rule...
and the one in which
this case was decided is:
"In an ambiguous
set of facts...
"the party who creates
the ambiguity...
"and tries to use it
to his own advantage...
shall have the ambiguity
resolved against him."
Now, if both parties
are equally blameless...
what rules then?
Who should bear the burden
of the financial loss?
Miss Farranti.
Where the parties
are both blameless...
the court should place
the burden of loss...
on the party who can
most easily bear it.
Normally, the party in
the best financial position.
Oh, God! Kevin's party!
Ford!
Oh, shit.
Ford!
Hey, 8:00 tonight
was Kevin's birthday.
Want to go?
No. I wasn't invited.
Look, I'm inviting you.
Asheley asked me to invite the whole
study group, but I forgot.
Look, it's 9:15.
The party's over.
Oh, shit!
So I've got possibilities
with a couple of New York firms...
and, uh... but I want to
spend the summer...
Hey, Anderson.
I'm sorry, Asheley, but, uh,
I forgot about the party.
There isn't any party.
Kevin tried
to kill himself.
I'm having a baby,
and he tried to kill himself.
Where is he?
He's upstairs.
Kevin!
Please...
take it out
of the house.
Please.
Take it and leave.
I'm sorry, Kevin.
Get out.
It is clear that
under such circumstances...
the defendant's promise
to pay Neilson's debt...
was without consideration.
Mr. Hart, what do you think
of Mr. O'Connor's argument?
Mr. Hart?
Mr. Bell, what do you think
of Mr. O'Connor's argument?
Mr. Bell?
I'm sorry. What?
Do you find Mr. O'Connor's
argument convincing?
I don't find anything
Mr. O'Connor says convincing.
You know,
it always amazes me...
when law students
have a hard time.
I mean,
people like Kevin.
When you grow up with
my father, you get immune...
or insensitive to
certain kinds of things.
We used to own that house
over there, too...
but we sold it when
my grandfather died.
When he was still alive, we used
to shoot skeet from up here.
I don't know.
I sit in his class...
for days, I sit there.
I read his books
in the library...
I abstract the cases
he's chosen.
I know everything
about him...
His favorite ties,
how many suits he has.
You can say
he doesn't care...
but he's there anyway...
pounding his mind
into mine.
He screws around
with my life.
There's no way
you're ever gonna have...
a normal relationship
with him.
He won't permit it.
It's not part of the structure.
You must accept it and just try
and do things on your own.
I sit in the damn dining hall.
What do I hear?
I hear people telling
Kingsfield stories...
about how Kingsfield...
flattened
a particular student...
in a particular way.
It's like they're
telling Norse sagas...
like we're studying
theology instead of law.
So what the hell
are you gonna do?
You've gotta stand up.
You've gotta grow.
I can't explain it, but you've
just gotta stop being so soft...
so easily manipulated.
It's very dangerous
for one's intelligence.
I'm tired of hearing
about my father...
and I'm tired
of talking about him.
What about you? Aren't you tired
of sitting in that class taking shit?
Constitutional contracts...
marriage contracts...
historical contracts...
French contracts...
African tribal contracts...
religious contracts...
Now, Mr. Hart, can you
relate our next case...
to the summary
we've been building?
Thank you,
I prefer to pass.
What did you say?
Well, I have nothing relevant
to say concerning the case.
However, when I have
something relevant to say...
I shall raise my hand.
Mr. Hart, would you
step down here?
Mr. Hart, here's a dime.
Call your mother. Tell her
there's serious doubt...
about your becoming
a lawyer.
You...
are a son of a bitch,
Kingsfield!
Mr. Hart!
That is the most intelligent
thing you've said today.
You may take your seat.
I made extra copies
of my outlines for Kevin.
He can't possibly do well enough
to hurt any of us.
Kevin won't be needing
any copies.
He left school.
Kevin's outline.
He'd only done three pages.
I received it yesterday
in the mail.
Maybe you can get some
extra insight from it.
Well, I never did anything.
It was Bell who hated him.
I never said anything
against him.
Three left out of six.
Thank God Friday's
the last day of class.
I suggest that you particularly
address yourselves...
to the original text
of the statute of frauds...
and the uniform
commercial code.
Thank you.
Good luck
with your exam.
You'll need it.
Oh, say, listen, Hart, can you explain
that Swiss Atlantic case to me?
Yeah. Facts
aren't important.
Just remember
fundamental breach.
- Hart?
- Yeah?
- Can I drop by later on
and pick up some notes?
- Yeah, yeah, sure. Okay.
Hey, I'm getting out.
No way to study
in here anymore.
Can't you feel it?
Panic has descended.
I'm going somewhere else.
You wanna come?
We can study
someplace together.
Bet your ass I do.
Where the hell
are you going?
We're leaving. Where
is none of your business.
You can't pass
without my outline.
Okay,
then we won't pass.
Wait. I'll go get it!
Ford! Hart!
Look, I'll show it to you!
This is it!
Please don't go! Look at it!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
How long you gentlemen
planning to stay?
Three days.
Front.
Get this damn thing
out of here.
Let's start with
civil procedure...
work our way
to contracts.
That way, it'll be fresh
in our minds Monday morning...
when we start the test.
Maid.
No, thanks.
They don't want
their beds changed.
Checked in two days ago,
and no one's even seen 'em.
Something funny's going on.
Number 4, murder.
"A," definition.
"Murder is the unlawful,
unjustified...
"and inexcusable killing
of a human being...
"by another human being
with malice aforethought.
"Malice aforethought...
"has a special
and particular meaning...
"apart from any other
definition of malice.
"It is a term used to cover...
five specific types
of intention."
All right,
let's suppose...
I'm beating you with
my fists unlawfully.
You've angered me...
I knock you down
on the floor...
and you get
impaled on a spike...
sticking up
out of the floor.
Uh, under the felony
murder rule...
I'm not guilty...
because a battery isn't
an ordinary felony.
Exceptions.
What...
What exceptions?
Uh, you... Your hand...
is a deadly weapon.
Karate.
Mr. Hart, Mr. Ford.
I'd like a word
with you, please.
No, thank you.
No, thank you!
Oh, my God.
What have you been doing
in this room?
I just had this room
decorated.
I'm calling the police.
If you kick us
out of here...
I swear to God I'll sue your goddamn hotel
for a million dollars!
I'll burn the place
to the ground!
Okay, look, look, look.
I know that piece of paper
that we signed down there...
entitles you to kick us out...
but if you do that...
I'm gonna call
the newspapers...
and I'm gonna tell them...
that we're a dope ring
working out of this hotel.
I'm gonna tell them that, and you're
not gonna get any more business.
Now shut up and get out!
Get me room service,
please.
Yes, sir.
Hello. Room service,
this is the manager.
I want you to cut off room 112
from all room service.
"Methods of
attacking legal problems.
"Technical reasoning...
thinking in terms
of businessman's..."
Yeah, give me
room service.
Yeah, give me
room service.
Hey, there's no water.
What?
What?!
What do you mean,
there's no more room service?
Give me the phone.
Hello?
I wanna speak
to the manager.
Plug me into his line,
will you, please?
No, I'm sorry.
The manager isn't here.
Windsor Arms.
One moment, please.
No, I'm sorry. I don't know
when he'll be back.
Hello?
Yes, I'll give him
a message.
Thank you.
"The shipment of dope
just came through...
and we're holding
his special brand."
Let's go.
Okay.
Bring on the test.
Gotcha.
Professor Kingsfield?
Yes?
I just wanted to tell you
I truly enjoyed your class.
That's fine, fine.
What I mean is...
you really
mean something to me...
and your class has really
meant something to me.
What is your name?
Hart.
Thank you, Mr. Hart.
Thank you very much.
Hey!
Here's your mail.
Ah.
I got a letter
from my father.
It's something
very interesting.
My divorce is final.
A piece of paper,
and I'm free.
Aren't you gonna
open your grades?