Plot Synopsis (continued)
The
exaggerated, low-comedy scene of the unromantic, miserable marriage
of Trina and Mac exaggerates the characters and their actions. In
the dining room (the photographer's rooms adjoining Mac's dental
parlours), all the formally-dressed characters are collected together
to be present at the wedding - Marcus (who has refused to be best
man because of his hostility toward the marriage), Selina, the solemn
and gaunt Minister (William Barlow), Miss Baker, the German immigrant
Seippe family (with their nuisance-making children), and Uncle Rudolf
Oelbermann (Max Tryon). Finally, the time comes for the ceremony
- seeming very nervous, McTeague stumbles over the door sill as he
enters the photographer's room - one of many foreshadowings of 'bad
things' to come. Old Grannis and McTeague take their pre-assigned
places marked on the floor, and Selina, seated at the melodeon, begins
to play the wedding march.
From behind a shaking and opening curtain, Trina emerges
on her father's arm and is marched to the center of the room, preceded
by a child carrying a bouquet of flowers. Her long bridal train is
carried by two Sieppe children. Marcus scowls, as the Minister proceeds
with the wedding, and the two exchange marital vows. McTeague puts
a ring on Trina's finger. They kneel together - through the window
behind the minister in a remarkable deep-focus shot, a somber Roman
Catholic funeral can be seen passing on the street outside - it includes
a crippled boy walking with crutches behind the casket bearers. Mrs.
Sieppe is visibly crying and sobbing during the ceremony. A close-up
of Marcus from behind shows him angrily clenching his fists behind
his back. The dumb-founded couple rise - Trina is congratulated first
by her mother and then by Marcus who takes her hand.
"-- and then they viewed the gifts." Comically,
Mr. Sieppe points to a polished slide of redwood with a handpainted
view of an ocean sunset - a present from Selina. The next gift is
from Marcus to Trina - a chatelaine pocket watch. Mac whispers that
he also has his own wedding gift for her. She is astonished when
presented with a covered canary cage. When the towel covering is
removed - there is a gilded cage with not only one male bird, but
now two love-birds - a female canary joins his male bird. Trying
to conceal her disappointment, she forces out a sweet smile toward
Mac. Marcus contemptuously sneers at Mac's gift and cleans out his
ear with the little finger of his gloved left hand. When Owgooste
gets too close to the cage, Popper smacks him and then forcefully
spanks all three of his mischievous children.
"-- and then, for two full hours, they gorged
themselves." In the dining room in McTeague's apartment, everyone
is seated at the table, exhibiting human swinishness. Mr. Sieppe
chews on a calf's head and then wipes his sweaty brow with his tucked-in
bib napkin. Mrs. Sieppe similarly gnaws on a calf's head. The three
Sieppe children seated at a separate table fight amongst themselves.
The obese Mr. Heise (Hughie Mack) belches while eating. Everyone
gorges themselves with food - a cramped Uncle Oelbermann, the hunchbacked
photographer (Hugh J. McCauley), and the minister who attempts to
eat his chicken in a dignified, more refined manner. Marcus rises
and proposes a toast to the health of the bride.
"--then, came the farewell." In the dramatic
leave-taking scene, Trina is kissed by her father, and then with
tears wetting their faces, she embraces her mother. Fearfully, she
looks over at McTeague who is peacefully smoking his long pipe -
apart from the family group. The Sieppe children are picked up to
say goodbye to Trina and dressed for the departure. Mommer has a
few final words with her son-in-law:
Doktor...pe goot to her! Pe vairy goot to her...von't
you? (McTeague looks at Trina and nods affirmatively)
Heart-broken that her family is leaving, Trina waves
to her Mommer from the top of the stairs. She notices Mac standing
on the side with a uncaring expression on his face. With fright in
her eyes, she rushes down to give her mother one more hug and kiss.
As she looks back in Mac's direction with a fearful look, her mother
comforts her:
Der's nuttin' to pe 'fraid oaf! Go to your husban'.
After waving one more final time to her mother as she
leaves the front door, a worried Trina turns back and trudges up
the stairs to the apartment. The wedding guests have gone and they
are alone. She looks in the doorway of the dining room and sees McTeague
with his gigantic back to her seated at the table - he is dozing
and smoking his pipe in front of the bird cage. She looks over toward
the double bed and then back at her husband. The bird cage and the
two birds dissolve into view and then blur out of focus. Still wearing
her bridal gown and train, she disappears from the doorway and walks
down the hallway to their back bedroom and enters. When he hears
the bedroom door, he turns and asks, "Is that you, Trina?" She
holds her breath and trembles, covering her mouth with her handkerchief
and hands. The thought of being alone terrifies her and she draws
back in fear to keep quiet.
McTeague rises and starts toward her - a large close-up
shows him approaching, and she backs up to the wall of the bedroom.
He looms closer toward her, grabs her with his strong arms, and as
she struggles he kisses her full upon the mouth. Their awkward embrace
is intercut with a close-up shot of the two love-birds in the cage.
As Mac and Trina kiss, a close-up of Trina's white satin slippers
shows her standing on her tiptoes on top of McTeague's large black
shoes. She collapses on the bed as the camera draws back from the
room past the bedroom's threshold. Mac draws the portieres - curtains
that can be seen on either side of the bedroom's arch. Through the
remaining opening in the curtain, he can be seen returning to Trina
on the bed. The horizontal barn door camera effect closes the scene
of their first night together.
Part Two:
"The early months of married life wrought changes.
Since her lottery winning, Trina feared their good luck might lead
to extravagance; and her normal instinct for saving became a passion." Trina's
life soon becomes dominated by an obsession for money and she hoards
her own pennies. From a Protestant church service on Easter Sunday,
Dr. and Mrs. McTeague are among the well-dressed parishioners who
leave. On the front steps, Trina inspects pairs of Easter lilies
from an old lady flower-seller. She looks in her coin purse and sees
lots of nickels, dimes, and quarters, but then, after quickly looking
at Mac for an instant, she closes the purse:
I haven't no small change, Mac.
He nods, looks in his pockets, and pays for the flowers,
as the self-satisfied Trina looks on. "For quite some time,
McTeague had his eye on a little house...that they might be by themselves." On
their way home from church, McTeague and Trina have stopped at the
house for let - a house they might have for their own. They emerge
from the front of the house with the landlord, discussing the terms
of the rental. As they walk down the street arm in arm, the camera
tracks back in front of them as Trina complains that they can't afford
the extravagant $35 a month rent:
Mac: What d'yer think?
Trina: We can't afford such extravagance. Thirty-five dollars...and
the water extra!
"In the new order of life, Trina reduced Mac's
visits to Frenna's Saloon to one night a week." [This entire
sequence was transposed from before the wedding to after the
wedding in the released print.] After a shot of the exterior of Joe
Frenna's Saloon, Mac is seen inside the establishment as he blows
the frothy head off a beer mug, and an angry-looking, smoldering
Marcus sits in front of him drinking shots of whiskey. In the background,
Mac fills and lights his pipe, as Marcus intensely turns a coin over
and over in his hands. Marcus slowly turns and spitefully explodes,
resentful that his pal Mac has his woman (and her $5,000 lottery
winnings):
Marcus: Say, Mac...when are ya gonna pay me that
money you owe me?
Mac: (leaning forward, looking astonished) Huh? Do...I...owe...you...any
money?
Marcus: Well, you owe me...four bits! I paid for you and Trina that
day...at the picnic!
Mac: (apologetically as he reaches for his coin purse and deposits
a 50 cents coin on the table) You oughta have told me before. I'm...I'm
much obliged to you, Marcus.
Marcus: -- and you never paid me for sleepin' in my dog hospital
the night you was engaged, either!
Mac: Do you mean...I...I shoulda paid for that, too?
Marcus: Well, ...you'd a' had to pay four bits for a bed anywheres!
(Mac digs for another fifty cents piece, finds one, and gives it
to Marcus)
A three-shot sequence of Trina is inserted here - she
sits at the foot of her bed. In close-up, she grasps and strokes
coins in her hand. She holds the coins up so that she can polish
them and make them catch the light.
Back at the saloon, Mac asks about why his friend is
so unhappy, and Marcus angrily airs his grievances. Their argument
leads to serious consequences, bringing their friendship to an end:
Mac: What's the matter with you lately, Marcus? Is
there somethin' I've done?
Marcus: All I know is...that I been soldiered out of my girl -- an'
out o' my money! (Mac is bewildered and perplexed. With his mouth
gaping open, he stares back at Marcus.) Do I get any o' them five
thousand bucks from the lottery?
Mac: It ain't mine to give! You're drunk!...that's what you are!
Marcus: (He rises and staggers to his feet) Am I gonna get some o'
that money? (Mac shakes his head negatively) -- I'm through with
you!!
Marcus knocks the pipe from Mac's hand, and it breaks
on the floor. Surprised by the suddenness and unreasonableness of
Marcus' outburst, Mac rises to his feet. Marcus reaches into his
pocket, removes a jack-knife, and thrusts it toward Mac's head -
the knife just misses McTeague's left ear and sticks quivering into
the wall behind. Marcus snatches his hat and heads for the door.
The thrown knife and attempt on his life are insignificant compared
to the breaking of his pipe. Mac picks up the pieces of his broken
pipe from the floor, and then produces a delayed reaction with a
clenched fist:
He broke my pipe! -- he can't make small o' me! He
broke my pipe! --
Unable to be restrained by the others in the saloon,
Mac puts on his hat and strides toward the door like a brutish, raging
animal.
Marcus' attack was soon a forgotten incident. Mac's
moods of wrath always faded in Trina's company.
In the McTeague's bedroom, Mac pulls the covers up
over himself and settles in to sleep. On the other side of the bed,
Trina sits, wearing her nightgown and slippers. She speaks to her
husband about a letter she has just received from her family, and
insists that her money is never going to be touched, not even for
her mother:
Trina: --Mommer wants...me -- wants...US -- to send
her fifty dollars.
Mac: (looking up slightly startled) Well, I guess we can send it...can't
we? (He rolls over)
Trina: I wonder if Mommer thinks we're millionaires?
Mac: (propping himself up on his elbows) Trina, you're gettin' to
be a regular stingy! You're gettin' worse and worse every day!
Trina: But...fifty dollars is fifty dollars!
Mac: Well, you got a lot saved up...and besides, you still got all
o' your five thousand.
Trina: (agitated) Don't talk that way, Mac! That money is never...never
going to be touched! (He smiles and covers up again, presumably going
to sleep.)
With a slightly sly and sinister look on her face as
he sleeps, she holds a finger thoughtfully to her lip, and then sneaks
over to his side of the bed as he falls asleep. Again holding a finger
to her lip, she reaches inside his pants pocket and takes out his
money. Smiling, she tiptoes back over to her side of the bed and
deposits the money in her bedside dresser drawer. She rubs her hands
together with cold cream:
If Mommer really needs the money so badly...she'll
write again.
The scene closes with an iris-down on her rubbing hands.
The next scene fades in and out on a metaphorical image of a pair
of elongated, spindly arms and hands playing greedily with gold coins.
Trina's preoccupation with money slowly estranges her from her husband.
"Trina's miserly attitude grew steadily through
the following months...but her brusque outbursts of affection kept
her tolerable to the slow-thinking McTeague." In their kitchen,
Trina is cuddled in her husband's lap as he smokes his pipe. She
hugs his head and kisses his bald spot on the top of his head. As
he had done before, Marcus interrupts their embrace with a loud knock
of his cane on their door. Startled as if they're not married, Trina
jumps off Mac's lap, cleans up a bit, and readies herself by smoothing
her hair. She approaches the door, turns on the light, and opens
the door to let Marcus in.
Although Mac appears jovial, Trina is disturbed and
Mac looks surprised and speechless by his appearance. Marcus' Persian
cat sneaks through the open door as he enters. Marcus is offered
a seat at the table where they all sit - he has come to say goodbye:
Marcus: Well...bygones is bygones, ain't they, Mac?
Mac: Sure!
Marcus: Well...how's business, Doc? (Trina gestures behind Marcus's
back, cautioning her husband to be careful in how he responds) --
plenty o' money? Lots to do? Everythin' just fine...huh?
Trina: We've got lots to do -- but we haven't got no money!
Marcus: Well...I'm goin' away. Goin' in cattle ranchin with a English
duck. Comin' back? Why,...I ain't never comin' back. I came t' say
'goodbye'.
The symbolism of Marcus' cunning upper-hand is symbolically
illustrated by intercut, metaphoric shots of Marcus' cat in pursuit
of the two lovebirds in a cage. Marcus gives Mac a final goodbye: "I
guess we won't never see each other again." After a close-up
of his cat's face, he wishes them: "Good luck...t' you both!" As
Trina closes the door behind him, she breaks into laughter and playfully
slaps Mac in the chest:
Goodbye! That's the best thing I ever heard Marcus
say.
"So Marcus had left...left for good. Never again
should they be disturbed by him." A few days later, letters
fall through the tiny mail slot in McTeague's door. McTeague receives
a letter from the Board of Dental Examiners of California (in San
Francisco). As he opens the letter, Marcus' cat is again seen pursuing
the lovebirds along the ledge of the bay window behind him. The fateful
letter is dated February 10, 1922 - he is forbidden to practice his
profession any longer:
Dear Sir:
Information has been received at this office that you are engaged
in the practice of Dentistry without having in your possession
a diploma from a recognized Dental College nor a license issued
by the Dental Board of the State of California authorizing you
to do so.
You are therefore and herewith prohibited and enjoined from further
continuing to practice Dentistry.
It is our duty to inform you that violations of the Dental Practice
Act are punishable and subject to criminal prosecution.
Very truly yours,
(signed C. J. Rogers)
Attorney for Board of Dental Examiners of California.
The cat crouches and then jumps onto the top of the
suspended bird cage, and hangs onto the outside of the cage as the
birds flutter around in fright. McTeague swats at the cat with the
hand holding the envelope, causing the cat to jump away onto the
window sill. He ponders what to do, looking blankly at the letter.
Confused, he takes the letter through the spotlessly-clean apartment
to the kitchen, where Trina is tidying up. He hands her the letter
and she reads it - her rubber glove-covered hand squeezes the sponge
she is holding and water drips out. Calmly, she sits at the kitchen
table and spreads the letter out on the table:
Trina: Why...it isn't possible!
Mac: Well....I ain't gonna quit for just a piece o' paper! (The doorbell
in his office rings and the door is opened.)
Trina: Go on, Mac! Get all the money you can before they make you
stop.
As he leaves to attend to a patient, Trina remains
seated before the letter, resting her head in both her hands as she
reads it again. Then, all of a sudden, an illuminating, quick-flash
of a thought comes to her and she snaps her fingers:
It's MARCUS...that's done it! -- damn his soul!!
She believes that Marcus has wreaked his jealous vengeance
by exposing her husband as an unlicensed dentist. Before leaving,
he had informed the dental board that McTeague was practicing without
a recognized diploma. Trina breaks down and buries her head on the
table, knowing that their livelihood is being threatened and ruined.
"Only little by little did the McTeagues understand
the calamity that had befallen them." In the last tender scene
between the McTeagues, Trina puts her arms around Mac's neck and
cradles his head. He tells her: "I got ev'rythin' fixed, an'
ready an' waitin'...an' nobody's ever gonna come any more." Mac
hands her the appointment slate that lists the dental appointments
of his patients:
Vanovitch, Wednesday 2 PM, Mrs. Loughhead, Thursday
9 AM, Little Heise, Thursday 1 30, Mrs. Watson, Friday, Vanovitch,
Saturday at Seven
Trina doesn't need a sponge to wipe out the appointments
- her tears spatter the chalk marks: "That's the way to rub
it out...by me crying on it." She passes her fingers over the
wet and blurred chalk writing on the slate to rub it clean. They
are both helpless to the forces of calamity.
McTeague slowly rises and pulls himself up to his
full height. He raises his fists into the air above his head and
growls:
Mac: If...I...ever...meet...MARCUS SCHOULER!
Trina: If...you...ever...do!
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