All language subtitles for It Happens Every Thursday

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Come on, old boy, up and at 'em.

- Stevie.
- I'm awake, Ma, I'm awake.

Now don't give me that old routine
about I'm just resting my eyes.

I've already cheated enough
for both of us.

I set the alarm clock ahead
15 minutes last night.

Oh, it's laundry day, so don't put
your pajamas under the pillow, hm?

And also it's cold outside, so you might
as well wear your red sweater.

Since you're wearing a sweater, you can
wear a white shirt underneath.

And your brown slacks I think would do.

And that new bow tie of yours...

What, again?

I thought we weren't going to play
fireman anymore.

- Hope you've drawn clean underwear.
- I did everything, see?

Let me see.

Pretty good. Let me see your nails.

Yeah.

Yeah, you did do everything,
didn't you?

- No, Ma, no, you mustn't!
- Mustn't what?

Do things like this anymore.

I mean, you can't do the hard things,
like making up my bed.

Oh, honey, no wait a minute.

It's alright, Ma. Dad explained
how you change and everything.

We had a big discussion.

Really? When?

Sometimes when he comes in late
at night, I wake up and...

Yeah, yeah, you wake up and what?

- And we have discussions.
- Oh, about me?

About your condition.

And now we decided it's time
for you to do just the easy jobs.

And Dad said for me to be sure to take
your arm when we're crossing streets.

And when we're riding the subway,
to be sure people don't bump into you.

Oh, I think that's very sweet
of you and Daddy, Steve.

But tell me, just what do you
consider an easy job, hm?

You can dress yourself.

Two against one is no fair. You know,
what I need around here is a...

Another woman on my side.

You'll get one.

Dad and me decided that too.

It's gonna be a girl.

Oh... well, that'll be very nice.

Um, honey.
At your next meeting,

I wish you and your dad would make
another decision, and a very important one.

Where are we going to put
little sister.

Sure, Mom.

- Mom.
- Yeah?

Dad ought to get a job on
the evening paper.

Then he could go to work
in the morning like other people.

Oh, honey, he's wanted to for years.
Here, finish your milk.

But he never will.
You know.

A newspaperman's always gonna do
something about it tomorrow.

- Eight-thirty, Ma.
- All right, I'll hurry up.

Or I'll be late for work and you'll
be late for school again.

Where's Daddy's note?

- Here.
- Good.

Dear Bob,

Bring home lima beans, paper towels
and two kisses,

strong enough to wake me up.

- I don't get it.
- Well...

I'm surprised, after all those
conferences?

Put it there. Come on.

Good morning, Joe.

Mrs. MacAvoy, the new Editor
and Publisher just came in,

- You want me to hold one for the mister?
- No, no, I'll give it to him.

And charge him.

Um...

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Bob...

Sweetheart.

- Angel...
- Bye-bye, darling, see you after work.

I'm not going to work today.
Or any day.

- I've just quit my job.
- That's wonderful.

Let's both go back to sleep.

No, darling...
Darling, wake up, will you?

Come on, wake up.
I want you to see an ad.

It's something that you've always wanted.
Now just listen to this.

For sale. A newspaperman's
dream come true.

Far from the hectic bustle
of the city and...

- Bob MacAvoy, you pay attention to me.
- I am, honest I am.

Okay.

- Now, are you awake?
- Yeah!

All right, now listen to this.

There's a country newspaper
for sale in California.

A little town called Eden. And, Bob,
it sounds like an absolute paradise.

And seven spacious rooms to live in.
It's right there, seven spacious rooms.

And, oh, darling, what's most
important is...

...you can do what you've always
wanted to do.

Just exactly as you wanted to do. We've got
to do something right now about it, Bob.

- Right now.
- And what do we use for money?

Well, they only want twenty-five
hundred dollars down.

What'll we use for the
twenty-five hundred down?

I've been working. And you made me promise
not to spend the money on Steve or my...

Now wait. That money is our in-case money.

In case anything happens,
that's your security.

Oh, darling, you're my security.

Baby, that's a really awfully
sweet thing to say, but...

Oh, Please, can't you see this is our
one chance to get out of this rot?

Out of these daily separations.
And just think of it, no more note-writing.

- Yeah, but, darling, I can't...
- What's happened to all our wonderful plans?

You were going to run your
own newspaper...

...with all those new wonderful ideas
you were saving up.

Oh, dear, please, here it is.

Here it is, right here, with bells on it.

Darling, we'll talk about it tomorrow.

No, we won't. Tomorrow will be too late.
Let's talk about it right now.

I've been getting better assignments on the
newspaper. Just last night I had a story...

Where's the paper?

I saw the paper.
And nine lines on page 1.

- Nine?
- Yeah, hm-hm.

Ah, what's the use?

- But you know we'd have to buy a car.
- Yes, we would, wouldn't we?

Circulation... 2,653.
That's not bad.

I'll make us some ham and eggs, huh?

- I wonder which one is ours.
- I tell you I'd settle for any one of them.

So would I. Seven spacious rooms.

And the yard's wonderful.

All those real houses out there,
grass...

No TV aerials.

You know, maybe that's good. Maybe that'll
mean more advertising for the paper.

What do you suppose happened
after they took the picture?

Well, offhand I'd say a couple
of historical events,

including the assassination of Lincoln.

Well, as I always say...

What is it I say in a situation
like this?

- Never judge a book by its cover?
- That's right. Come on.

- What's inside is more important.
- Yeah.

Attaboy.

There you go.

Wait a minute, both of you.
But really, I can manage all right.

Thank you.

Grab my coat, will you Stevie,
and don't drag it on the ground.

Newspaperman's dream come true, huh?

You didn't really buy it,
did you, Daddy?

Yep.

What's that real estate man's name,
the one we sent the check to?

- Fred Hawley.
- I'm gonna kill him.

Oh, darling, I really didn't mean
that, honestly.

Why not? You'd just save me
the trouble, that's all.

- Hello!
- I give up, I give up.

That blasted infernal machine.

Be with you folks in a minute.

Nellie. Jake Armstrong,
down at the Archive.

Get 239J for me, will you?

Concerned, miss? I aint seen
nothing like it since Grandmother...

That you, Homer?

Better get over here again.

She's spitting ink like a scared octopus.

Hurry on over.

Man and boy, I've worked around
newspapers all my life,

but this is the most contrary,
the most miserable...

Good morning, my name is...

You'd better write it down, I ain't got
no more memory for names than a flea.

Let's see...

Now, them there's the blanks if you
wanna subscribe and um...

And there's the blanks if you
want to take an ad.

But I ain't garanteeing there'll be
a paper this week,

Oh, why not?

Busted press. Darndest thing you
ever saw.

It threw page four clear across the shop
and spat ink right in Matthew's face.

Is that serious?

Oh, it's none of my worries. Some
clunkhead's gone and bought the outfit.

From now on it's his headache.

Well, what can I do for you, folks?

Have you got an aspirin?

- You ain't...
- Oh, yes, yes, this is Mr. MacAvoy.

- The new owner.
- The clunkhead.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Clunkhead.

Well, like I say, some days
it don't even pay to get up.

- This is Stevie.
- Hello, Stevie.

- I'm Jake Armstrong.
- How do you do?

- Happy to meet you.
- Thank you.

Well, I guess you folks will want
to look her over.

- Yes, we would very much.
- This here's the office.

Oh?

Be careful, ma'am, this pressroom's
pretty dirty.

- Thank you.
- Matthew!

Matt runs the linotype.

Hello, Matthew.

- I don't recall seeing you before.
- No, you haven't.

- Huh?
- I said you haven't.

- Well, how'd you know my name?
- Matthew.

This is Mrs. MacAvoy. Her husband Bob
here is the new owner.

Oh, no. And such nice folks.

Well, anyway, the linotype seems
to be in pretty good shape.

Yeah, yeah...

She drops Os instead of Is and sometimes
generally late at night she lisps.

She'll give you a TH when
you want an S.

- Oh.
- Great.

A lisping linotype and a busted press.

Breaks down the same way every week.
Press day.

Well, how do you print the paper?

It's a miracle how we print
this paper, but we do it.

Every Thursday there she is
being delivered.

Oh, all 2,653 copies, hm?

What?

- What's funny?
- That was the circulation fifty years ago.

I know how you feel, son.

Who ever talked you into
taking over this mess?

How do you do, Mr. MacAvoy?

I'm Fred Hawley.

That's the man you said you'd kill.

Mr. Hawley, how could you
do this to us?

We believed your ad.

We believed it so much that we sold
or pawned everything we had...

...in order to buy this newspaper.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Mrs. MacAvoy, it...

Mrs. MacAvoy, that old picture of the
Archive was the only one we had.

- I sent it out deliberately.
- But why?

Well, I wanted to attract
someone like you.

I believe in Eden, Mr. MacAvoy.

And I think there's a great future here
for an editor who believes in it.

It'll take time,
it'll take a lot of work,

but look what the mere announcement
of a new editor has brought in already.

These are ads of welcome to you.

- How many?
- Well, there's only five here, but...

- It just goes to show.
- Show what?

The town needs a newspaper,
it wants a newspaper.

If you're enterprising, this town
will get behind you.

- What do you think, darling?
- Well, you heard the man, dear,

the town's gonna get
behind you.

Well, I'd better get those ads started.

Jake, I'd like to try a little
something different here.

You know, this place may be old
and broken down, but...

suddenly there's something rather
exciting about it.

Maybe there's some of the
printer's ink in my...

Mr. Hawley.

Mr. Hawley, about our home.

- Home?
- You know, the seven spacious rooms?

Oh, yes, Mrs. MacAvoy.

Well, I'd like to go there right
down there if you don't mind.

- Certainly, I'll take you right up.
- Thank you.

Wait a minute, did you say up?

Convenient. A seven-room apartment
right up those stairs.

- An apartment?
- Place to give you a little income too.

Jake and Matthew rent two of the bedrooms.

Mr. Hawley...

Hello, pretty.
Is the new editor here yet?

He's pretty busy now, Eve.

This is his wife, Mrs. MacAvoy.

This is Mrs. Spatch, the Stimpson
Crossing correspondent.

- Oh, how do you do, Mrs. Spatch?
- How do you do?

I've got a scoop.
Jake!

Stop the press.

You shut up, Eve, you old mule. You know
that thing breaks down every press day.

Now looka here who you're
talking to, young man.

Mrs. Spatch, what is your scoop?

Aggie Lundgren has finally made up her mind
to marry that sailor chap in San Francisco.

And if that ain't a scoop,
I don't know what is.

Of course, Aggie's ma gave me
all the dope.

Did you write it all down?

Oh, no, I want the new editor
to do that.

I want a real nice story
on the front page.

Those Lundgrens are good neighbors.

Well, um, perhaps I can help you.

Can you write a real nice story?

I think I can manage a little
social item like this.

Oh, yes, and before I forget it, I want
to tell you about the bridesmaids' dresses.

- Oh, yes...
- They're to be made of tulle.

Oh, and they're going to be cut
way out wide like that.

The tops are going to be sort
of little jackets.

And they're all in different colors,
just like a rainbow.

Oh, that will be lovely.

Now, um... whar are the names
of the bridesmaids?

Oh, now... now you got me again.

I think I'd better call up Aggie's ma
and let you talk to her.

Yes.

I'll line up that ad for the market. I'm
gonna make that one column, instead of two.

Nellie?

We gotta stick to local news.

If nobody falls in a well or gets the mumps
or dents a fender, we don't sell papers.

I see.

All a body can do is pray for
a nice fire and an explosion.

- Bob!
- Hm?

I have a headline for your first edition.

Poor child! I just saw
it was about your time.

Well don't just stand there.
Somebody call up Doc Powers.

Come on, we gotta get you
right upstairs.

Jane, Jane, darling, why didn't you
say something?

- I did.
- You just gonna sit there at a time like this?

- We got to get her upstairs.
- Please, just a minute.

- I just want to sit down a minute.
- Isn't anyone going to get a doctor?

I will, I'll get a doctor.

Say, tell Nellie to call the
Kosinov Cafe first.

The doc's usually there
at this time of day.

Is she b-b-b-baby?

She's going to have a baby.

Stand back everybody.

I don't know anything about
a call to Aggie Lundgren.

Get me Doc Powers!

Do you think you can make it
upstairs now, dear?

I don't understand why you want
to take her upstairs. What's up there?

- Seven spacious rooms.
- Oh, no! No!

- What we need is a hospital.
- No time, the nearest one's 40 miles.

- Got her bed made up?
- Yeah... no, no.

Well make it!

See, I told you last Tuesday!
You should have taken care of it.

Doc's on his way.

What can we do?

Do you want a police escort
to the hospital?

Bet you thought I'd never get here.
I come as fast as I could.

- I had some other calls.
- She's right here.

She's where?

Behind all those people.
I'll carry her upstairs for you.

You'll carry her?
Say, who do you think you are?

I'm Bob MacAvoy, her husband.
Aren't you the doctor?

Doctor? I come to fix the press.

Excuse me, please. Can I...
can I get in there?

Where's MacAvoy? Mr. MacAvoy,
you better help her upstairs.

That's just what I'm trying to do.

Now careful, watch it... watch these steps.

Wait a minute!

Wait a... wait a minute,
I tell you she's not here!

This time everybody stand back!

- Darling, come on.
- Yeah...

- Darling.
- Come on in.

Aren't her ears just beautiful?

Isn't she the most perfect thing
you ever saw?

You're famous.

Why, darling, you're wonderful.

Getting your first edition out
on a day like this,

It's not out yet. This is just a proof.

Homer's still down there wrestling
with the press,

but we're ready to go the minute
it starts working.

But don't forget, Aggie Lundgren's wedding
has to be on the front page.

- Oh, it's here, Mrs. Spatch all right.
- Oh, good.

I wrote about twenty other stories
on local events.

It's all right, honey, sit down.

I compiled the club notes, church news,
and I wrote me my first editorial.

Read it to me.

- I called it "Strictly Personal".
- Oh, that's nice.

"It is not an uncommon trait for men
to consider themselves superior to women.

Equality of the sexes may be
recognized by law,

but few men recognize it
without reservation.

A woman who is really man's intellectual
superior never lets on.

In fact, she encourages a man's conceit."

Excuse me.

I, um, I just fixed this up
for a crib.

- Why, Mrs. Spatch, that's darling.
- Yes, it'll do alright for now.

Well, I'll be out in the kitchen
if you want anything.

Oh, I brought you some soup
and... oh, stuff.

Didn't want you to go hungry.

I think I'll just stick around till
Doc Powers gets back.

- Mrs. Spatch.
- Hm?

I don't know what I'd have done
without you.

Oh, child. You see, the trouble with you
is you were raised in a big city.

If you wanted something,
you just called up and got it.

Well, round here there are not
so many of us.

So, whoever can does.

Why don't you leave her alone?

"Two weeks ago, Jane, my wife,

encouraged me to buy this newspaper.

We arrived in Eden a few hours ago.

Since then, she has boosted the morale
of her husband,

taken on two boarders..."

Oh, my goodness. I guess I can't
take this for a shortcut any more.

You see, my bedroom is there
and the bathroom is over there and...

I ususally go...

- Excuse me.
- Yes.

I like him.

Go on, dear.

Um, "...taken on two boarders,

scooped the world on announcing Aggie
Lundgren's plans to marry her sailor boy,

and delivered a beautiful addition
to our family.

A baby girl.

Now I ask you, what me, a male,
can equal that record of production?

I am proud to have her name
on the masthead of this paper...

and want you all to know that
the editorial "we" of the Archive...

...will in fact be us."

Bob, it's just beautiful.

What's that?

Bob!

The press! The press is working!

Darling, we're going to have
a newspaper after all!

Never mind, Sister, we'll just have
to get used to it.

This is probably what happens
every Thursday.

James, Steve, Sister and myself
are not really horses,

though we work as such to make
the paper happen every Thursday.

Very funny young fellow
that MacAvoy.

- Well, aren't you gonna buy it?
- What for, I already read it.

Oh, and our Lady's Aid is planning a
covered-dish supper and bazaar next Friday.

- I can promise you front page.
- Oh, well that will be nice.

Oh, by the way, you and
Mr. MacAvoy must come.

Thank you.

And I want to thank you
for something too.

You know that little story I told you
about Mrs. Ford's first husband.

Oh, I was scared to death
you were going to print it.

Oh, not a chance. I knew you just
lost your temper.

My wife talks too much. Don't ever
publish anything she says.

Mt. Peterson, there is something
I would like to publish.

How about advertising some of these
wonderful bargains I just bought?

Why not let the Archive tell of Eden
about your unusually low prices?

Oh, it's bound to bring results.

But how can I get results?
An ad in a newspaper that nobody reads.

Well, more and more people are reading
the Archive every week.

Why, we brought the circulation
up to 700, 703 to be exact.

Well, when you bring it up
to 1,703, Mrs. MacAvoy,

then you came back and see me
about an ad.

All right, Mr. Peterson.

I just happened to be passing your hardware
store last night, Mr. Brown,

I saw that terrific special that
you've got on garden tools.

I know that the Archive could sell
every one of those things overnight.

I've drawn up a little ad
I'd like to show you.

Yeah, ad.

All right. Thank you anyway,
Mr. Brown.

Thank you.

It's all right.
May I help you?

- Oh, yes, Mr. Trout?
- That's me.

Oh, well, I'm Jane Archive... I mean
I'm Jane MacAvoy from the Archive,

and I want to ride a story about
your New York Trip.

- You do?
- Yes.

Well, let's go some place for lunch
and I'll tell you all about it.

Thank you very much,
but I haven't time today.

- What's the hurry?
- Well, I have a deadline, Mr. Trout.

No, I actually mean about lunch.

Well, frankly, I have another
luncheon date, you see?

Oh, then you do accept
an occasional invitation.

Oh, certainly.

- Well, um... about the Myron Trout story.
- Yes.

To tell you the truth, I don't care
much for New Yorkers.

- They're always pushing and shoving.
- Oh.

- But that show at the Copa.
- Oh, Copacabana?

- Yeah, that big nightclub.
- Oh, yes.

- The floor show, wow, I saw it three times.
- Indeed?

You'd think I was buying for Sears
Roebuck the way I got around.

You're not going to print that
in your the paper... my wife.

Oh.

You know, it's murder the way those
manufacturers keep us up all night...

...just to sell us a few pair of socks.

I understand, Mr. Trout.

Um, Myron Trout, Eden's popular haberdasher,

returned recently from an exhausting and
arduous business trip to New York City, hm?

Now, of course, this would just be
the caption under your picture.

- My picture?
- Yes.

And, since we're making a cut,
we might as well make it two prints.

One for the front page,
and one for your ad.

What ad?

Oh, naturally you'd want to take
an ad in the new Archive...

... like so many of the other
businessmen are doing?

Now tell me, would you prefer a one-column
ad or would you care for two columns?

Well, um... what would you say
if I took half page?

Why, Mr. Trout,

I'd say you are a very smart young
businessman, which apparently you are.

Now, about the copy,
what do you want to say?

I'll, um... leave that to you.

Oh... fine. I'll make up the layout
and bring it over this afternoon.

Shall we say about 5:30?

Yes, yes, I think I can have the proof
ready by then.

Goodbye.

My luncheon date.
I'll see you later.

Jake, stop the press!

I said stop the press!

I just landed a half-page ad.

You've got to be fooling.
Half a page, you're not kidding?

Not at all. You think I'd stop
this thing for laughs?

- Who's the ad for?
- Myron trout at the men's shop.

Trout? He ain't never
advertised before.

Oh, things are going to be different
from now on, Jake.

Oh, the old boy made a play
for you, eh?

Boy, three forward passes,
and by the way, he's not old.

What did he do, did he chase you
around the necktie counter?

- No, he asked me to lunch.
- Oh, why didn't you go?

Oh, I'm meeting him later, 5:30...

...with the layout. So whip me up
something to show him, will you?

Also, I promised him a small item
on the front page about his shop.

Item? We'll give him a lead story.

How wonderful Jake sounds
silent, huh?

First time a woman ever got
the best of that Trout.

Where does the Casanova stay
in New York?

Hey, why don't we put his picture
on the front page too?

I told him we would.

Jake, you got any old cuts
and pictures of Myron Trout?

We got a picture of him
on a bearskin rug some place.

Guess we'd better look in the morgue.

Didn't know we had a morgue, Jake.

Yeah, it's under Sister. Remember we used
them old pictures to make a matress.

Heavens above! Hear, dear.
There you go.

Here.

Look at that... yes, look at that.

Eden Archive.

Oh, hello, Mr. Trout.

Yes... I'm glad you called, um...

Bob MacAvoy, the new editor.
Yeah, Jane MacAvoy's, husband.

Now, Mr. Trout...

Mr. Trout, you need that ad...

Mr. Trout, you...

- Goodbye, Mr. Trout.
- Why, that stinker!

Oh, come on, Bob, his ad isn't
that important.

Darling, no one ad is that important,
it's all the ads we don't get.

And the subscriptions. Jane, Jane...

We've been here two months now and
look at us, look at the way we all work.

It's bad enough not being able to earn
a living, we can't even lead normal lives.

We've never led normal lives.

Now take it easy, you two.

Remember what you were trying to prove
when you took over the Eden Archive.

We've proved it, we don't belong here.
I'm afraid we belong back in New York.

Oh, darling.
We are not going back to New York.

Darling, 703 paid subscriptions we're
lucky if we'll meet the payroll this week.

- I know dear, but we're still not...
- Here it is.

Oh... Oh!

If a picture of Myron Trout on a bearskin
rug'll cheer you up, there it is.

I ain't so sure that's Myron Trout.
Hey, Matthew.

Yeah.

Take a gander at this picture.

I ain't so sure. Is that Myron Trout
when he was a little baby...

...or is it George Wilkins when he was?

Peterson's oldest boy.

No, that's either Myron Trout
or George Wilkins.

- Peterson's oldest boy.
- I'm inclined to think it's George Wilson.

- Peterson's oldest boy.
- You're both wrong,

it's Susie Withers aged 6 months.

Jake, Matthew.

Can you identify any of these old pictures?
Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

How about that one?

My goodness, that's the house
I was born in.

- No, that's the old slaughterhouse.
- Just a minute.

No, you're both wrong.
It's the Eden High School.

Mystery pictures, huh?

- "What is it?"
- "Who is it?"

Can you identify the old picture
in this week's Archive?

And the first five people who
can win free subscriptions.

Wait, it's Isabel Sanders.

No, it couldn't be, but she looks
so familiar.

Let me see that, let me see it!

- Why, that's me!
- My, really?

- Yes, it's me when I was six!
- Are you sure?

Nell, give me the Archive.

Here you are, Mr. Peterson.

Have you got another picture
this week, Steve?

Sure have. Mystery Picture number 2.

Oh, Steve, just a minute.

You better get me five more
papers, dear.

- Hi, Fred.
- Hello, Janie.

- Good morning, Mr.Sweetzer. Five?
- Better make it ten, Mrs. MacAvoy.

This who-is-it game of yours is getting to be
the highlight of the week around here.

Good! This week it's "What is it?"
- Oh?

I was going to pay for it.
Better get it this time.

Almost had a winner last week.

Isn't it beautiful?

So grand and proud-looking.

I'd love to have a house like that.

Excuse me, Mrs. MacAvoy.

Oh, my, I've got to make up 210.

Mr. Sweetzer, I...

- Fred.
- Yeah?

- Fred, what's wrong?
- What's wrong with what, Janie?

They took just one look
at the Archive and just ran.

What is it?

- Is Bob in the office?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, Janie.

- Fred, I...
- I'll be right back.

- But...
- Oh, Mrs. MacAvoy,

I simply adore that strictly personal
column your husband's writing.

Boy!

Friend, baby, do you know
what you've done?

With that picture on the front page
you're gonna be swimming in cancellations.

Do you know what that is?

Sure, it's the old George
Weatherfield mansion,

at least it's what it says
in the back of the photograph.

That's correct. Only we don't call it
the George Weatherfield mansion anymore.

He died a few years ago and he willed it
to an old friend of his in Seattle.

A Mrs. Lucinda Holmes.
Well...

Mrs. Holmes showed up
and took over in a big way.

And ever since then, some of
our citizens have regarded her...

...as the serpent in our little
garden of Eden.

They tried to get rid of her,
but she wouldn't budge.

Why should she, it's her home, isn't it?

Well, you see, son,

it isn't exactly a home anymore.

Lucy has made it into a...

Well, an inn, you know...
where a fellow can take a lady...

...and be sure that his wife
doesn't know about it.

You know, for a few drinks,
and dining, and... dancing and...

- You mean...
- Uh-huh.

Oh, no, oh, brother...

- Bob.
- Yeah, what?

Bob, what's the matter with
the Archive this week?

Everyone's acting so strangely,
and even you, Fred. Now what...

I'm very sorry, Jane, excuse me,
I have to get back to the office.

Bob will yell you what it's all about.

- Bob, what is it?
- Darling, darling, sit down.

Yeah?
- Baby, just imagine...

Well, why didn't Jake or Matthew tell us?

Honey, those two boys lead
very sheltered lives.

Where's the editor of this
bean-billed bugle?

- Right here.
- Well, I'm Mrs. Lucinda Holmes.

H-How do you do, Mrs. Holmes?

I'm Mrs. MacAvoy and this is
my husband Bob.

Won't you come in?

What happened to the old goat
who used to run this paper?

- Died.
- He was dead when he ran it.

That's a smart little dress,
Mrs. MacAvoy, where did you get it?

Uh... in New York.

- You look like a regular guy.
- Why, thank you.

So what's your case against me?

Well, Mrs. Holmes...

And what's the big idea of putting
this on your front page?

Well, Mrs. Holmes, we didn't realize
when we published it that...

- Didn't realize what?
- Well...

Mrs. Holmes, we didn't know that, um...

...it wasn't still the Weatherfield Mansion
and that you don't like publicity.

Oh, what's that?

Oh, that's just Sister, she's hungry.

- Come on, darling, I know you're hungry.
- Aw, isn't she cute?

Of vourse she's cute.
There we go.

Next week's issue?

Where do the rest of you sleep,
in the desk?

Well look, we didn't mean to offend anybody
when we published that picture.

Hello... hello?

You folks losing business
on account of me?

On account of the picture.

Same thing.

Look. I'll take a subscription.
And while I'm at it, I'll take an ad.

So write something good and snappy
about the San Fernando Serenaders

That's the new three-piece band
I got coming in on Saturday.

Well, I guess not. That would
close you up for sure.

Mrs. Holmes, would you consider
taking an ad for someone else?

- Someone else?
- Yeah, wait just a minute.

There, there it is. Lady's Aid
covered-dish supper and bazaar.

Oh, they're trying so hard to raise
money for a new orphanage.

And they really need the publicity.

All right, I'll do it. For the Lady's Aid,
I'll go for a full page.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Say, how would you like me to send
the San Fernando Serenaders...

...down to play for them too?

- Mr. MacAvoy.
- Yes.

We represent the Women's Auxiliary
of the Better Eden Club.

This is the complete list of
our members.

We would all like our subscriptions
terminated at once.

The minutes of our last meeting
for your next edition.

And be sure you put it
on the front page.

And this time please don't
mispell my name.

It's Dow, with a d, not a c.

The outcasts of Eden.

Why don't we have a contest?

Darling, what do you call what
just flopped?

Oh, no, no, dear, I mean a real contest.

Why don't we give away
something free?

Give away a free chance
with every subscription on, um...

- Well, dishes or something.
- Dishes?

Dishes? Why not give away a car?

- Are you kidding?
- What car?

Any car, a brand new one.

If you're going to do something, do it big.
Make the prize worthwhile.

After all, you almost gave me away.

I've got a hundred new subscriptions.
What have you got?

Twenty-nine renewals.

Oh, gee. Maybe we should
have stuck to dishes, hm?

The trouble with you kids is you don't
get out and meet the people.

We don't huh?

How would you like to come pounding pavements
with Sister and me tomorrow morning?

I mean you don't meet
them socially.

If you want to promote a contest like this,
you've got to make yourself popular.

Meet wives, meet families,
join their clubs,

attend their meetings,
go to their parties.

Fred, we haven't got the time.
Jane and I hardly see each other now.

No, he's right, Fred.

Anyway, I think it's kind
of cheating to...

well, suddenly become a joiner
just because we're...

we're running a contest.

Well, what about the merchants
and professional men around here?

You don't think what they're
doing is cheating, do you?

Oh, no, no, of course not.

They join clubs because it's good
for their business.

Oh... well, if it's good
for business...

Darling, let's cheat a little, hm?

Ooh...

First thing I'm going to do is make you
a member of the JC.

Hello, Nellie. Give me 945J.

Honey, what's the JC,
what's he talking about?

Twenty-five dollars, Mr. Jones.
Twenty-five dollars, thank you, Mr. Jones.

Mr. Bob MacAvoy.

He ought to make quite a donation,
and you know why.

He's the one who's gonna
give away the new car.

Well, all I've got is the
grocery money.

Seven dollars.

Oh, I'm glad you finally got here.

I'm so sorry I' late, Mrs. Brown, but...

Mr. MacAvoy didn't get back from his
meeting till about twenty minutes ago...

...and I'll have to check some
copy with him.

- Well, you'd better hurry on, darling.
- Yes, I...

Oh, I see that our guest speaker
has arrived.

If you'll just step down here,
Mrs. MacAvoy.

I'm all right, I'm all right,
thank you.

As the newest member of the literary club,

I've been tempted to tell you
about the first book I ever read.

Thank you.

As the newest member of the Eden Elementary
parent teacher's association...

...I would like to congratulate you on the
wonderful job I think you've been doing...

- Hi, Stevie!
- Hi, Mom!

Hi, kids.

Humphrey here says his mother
is going to buy a subscription.

Well, hooray for Humphrey. I'll drop you by
it's also on our way home.

Go ahead, fellows, get in the car.

And Stevie, look out for Sister.

- Okay!
- Let's go, Steve!

Mr. Bartlett, I'm Jane MacAvoy
of the Archive, Stevie's mother.

I think it's wonderful that you're helping
these kids with their 4-H work.

Well, 4-H is good work,
right now I got plenty of time for it.

Um, Mr. Bartlett, did, um did Stevie
tell you about our wonderful contest?

Yes, yes, he did.

Well, did he tell you that with
each new subscription...

...we're giving away a free chance
on a new automobile?

Waste of time trying to sell
me a subscription.

Oh, I could use a new car alright.

But if you were selling chances on
a good long rainfall, I might be interested.

You mean to water your crops?

Well, why don't you irrigate?

With what? Don't you know how long
it's been since we've had rain?

Three months.

Wait a minute.

You wouldn't take that
to be wheat, now, would you?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bartlett.

We've just been so...

...busy trying to get people interested in
the Archive I just didn't realize.

That's a fine thing for the wife
of the editor to admit, isn't it?

Well, if you want to be blunt
about it, it is.

Here us farmers are suffering
from drought...

and all you read in the Archive is
what kind of ice-cream and cake...

...some old lady served to a lot
of other old ladies.

Well, I just ain't interested.

Jake, I...

Oh, no, not again.

Press day, Mrs. Jane.

Oh, yeah...

All ri...

Hey!

Jane, Jane, darling!

Oh, my, it's nice to see you.

You're looking very well
these days.

And you look just beautiful.

Oh, I don't, I'm tired, I'm hot,
but I'm glad you think I look beautiful.

Oh, let me look at you.
Did you come back from the Air Force?

Hm? Oh, it's my scout master's uniform,
didn't you get my note about it?

Yes, dear, I did, I'm sorry,
I forgot about it.

- Oh, gotta run.
- Bob, wait a minute!

You can't go yet. There's a story
you've got to write, about the drought.

I haven't got the time. What drought?

That's what I said too, what drought?

And it's something we should have been
reporting on our front page for months now.

Okay, you write a story.

No, honey, it shouldn't be a story,
it should be an editorial.

Darling, I've already written an editorial
for this week, it's about the contest.

Well, since the press has broken down,
we can change it.

Anyway, this is more important
than the contest.

Honey, there's nothing more important
than this contest, believe me.

Rain is for those farmers.

An editorial on the Archive
isn't going to bring rain.

Yes, but it might start the people
even praying for it, hm?

Okay, okay, okay,
I'll right a new editorial.

All right, darling.
And listen,

on your way back will you bring some
rye bread and um, wait a minute...

paper clips and stop-red lipstick, huh?

Rye bread, paper clips,
stop-red lipstick.

Should make a very interesting
sandwich.

- I love you.
- Scout's honor?

Scout's honor.

- You ought to give Mr. Dow a raincoat.
- He already has one.

What do you mean a raincoat?

Well, I declare.

All you got to do to make it rain,
so he says,

is to have an airplane, some dry ice,
and of course the proper cloud formation.

You mean that editor's really
going to make it rain?

Is he really going to give away
an automobile?

Certainly. That is, everybody says so.

Isn't he?

All I know is they walk in here from
New York, so they say, to set up shop.

The next thing you know they're promoting
all kinds of fancy contests.

- Mr. Trout, are you inferring...
- To each his own opinion, Mrs. Dow.

Personally, I'd be suspicious of any man...

...who'd let his wife pose as a single woman
to solicit advertising from another man

- You mean that... that Jane MacAvoy...
- I'm not mentioning any names.

Well, I'm not afraid to mention names
and I won't mispell them either.

Hope Mr. Dow likes his tie.

Well, gentlemen, we have an even
100 renewals.

And 406 new subscriptions
and a cash total of $1,265.

- Is that good?
- Huh? Oh, I think so, son.

How are we supposed to pay for
that car we're going to give away?

You know, some people don't think
we're really gonna give away an automobile.

- Who doesn't think so?
- Don't you pay any attention to them.

Now wait a minute, dear, with a contest
going like this we've got to pay attention.

Bob, you take this money and go and make
a downpayment on this car right now.

And we'll get it on display
as quickly as possible.

Archive.

No, no, this is not the Acme Ice Company.

- It's the...
- Wait, wait, that's for me!

Oh, here, dear.

Hello, Acme?
No, not the airport, bring it here.

- Darling, um...
- For my rain experiment.

When are you gonna make it rain, Dad?

Well, Stevie, according to my research here,
if I can just get a super cool clo...

Bob, let us decide what to do
about the automobile first?

Why, I thought we decided that.

Wait a minute, I'll get that.

Archive.

Hello, Chet.

Chet's down at the airport, got some
weather reports he wants to read to me.

Oh, yeah, dear.

Oh, no, wait a minute, Chet,
there are a couple of theories about that.

Now, about 14,000ft over
Mt. Greylock, Massachusetts...

- Hello, Janie.
- Oh, hi, Fred.

- Looks like we've hit the jackpot.
- What do you mean?

Mrs. Holmes got almost $300's worth
of new subsciptions.

Oh, Fred, how wonderful!

And you don't have to send
the paper to most of them.

She says all they wanted was
a chance on the car.

What do you mean?

It's a very good paper, they bought
the tickets, they're going to get the paper.

Here, honey, you count those
and get them all in order.

All right, so we don't want snow.

But all that snow evaporated
before it hit the ground, didn't it,

and the experiment was successful...

Well, they used a spray-nozzle
generator,

they seeded the air continuously
from dawn till a little after dusk.

Package for Mr. MacAvoy.

- Wait a minute, Chet.
- Oh, what is it?

- Fifty pounds of dry ice.
- Oh.

Excuse me, Chet, my dry ice just came,
keep me posted.

I think you ought to put this
over here for me...

Do you know what we have
in this little box?

Yeah, fifty pounds of dry ice.

It's more than that, it's magic,
it's the end of the drought.

It's COD too, $2.50.

- Pay the man, will you, darling?
- Yes, dear.

There you are.
Fred, give me 50 cents, will you?

- Fifty cents.
- Thank you, thank you very much.

- Now, it's...
- Jane!

- Yeah?
- Come here, will you?

Um...

Yes, dear?

Oh, Sister's bottle.

Excuse me, Matthew.

- Yes, dear, what is it?
- Jane...

Chet Dunne just had a weather
report from San Francisco.

Do you know there were cumulus clouds
forming over southern Oregon?

Now, cumulus or not, you'd better come out
of those clouds till this contest is over.

Yeah, but, hon, I promised the farmers rain,
didn't I, it was your idea.

Well, I didn't ask you to make the rain,
I just asked for an editorial.

I know, but if I get the proper cloud
formation, I tell you I can't miss.

- I'm counting the days.
- All right, darling, all right.

You count the days, hm?
I'll count the money.

Oh!

Teams 1, 2 and 3 reporting,
Mr. MacAvoy.

You promised to show us how
to run a newspaper.

- Jane, dear.
- Hm?

Oh, no, no.
Excuse me, men.

Ja... Okay, guys, okay, fellows, okay...

Now, Matthew here's going to show
you how to run the linotype.

Now pay very close attention,
will you?

The first thing do, you have to...
Here, don't... don't...

Get... Bob... keep your hands
away from that reel...

- Stand back, boys.
- Mr. MacAvoy!

How many, Mr. Graham?

Well, I can't use more than one
subscription, can I?

No, but a year's subscription of the Archive
would make a lovely present for a friend.

And it will give you two chances to win.

Besides saving me for making
change, hm?

Oh, thank you. There you are.

Now, if you'll just fill in this stub here.

- We did all right.
- Here comes the boy in the bearskin rug.

Oh, you!

- Excuse me. Good morning, Mr. Trout.
- Good morning.

- Nice car, Mac. Pretty nifty.
- Oh, I'm glad you like it.

What happened to that wet stuff
you promised to deliver to the farmers?

Still waiting for those cumulus clouds.

How long do you think
we've been waiting?

Yeah, when is it going to rain?

Not today, but don't give up hope,
all I need is the right cloud.

- Jane.
- Yes?

Say, you know, I can't make up
page one.

Tonight's the night of the big dance
and the drawing for the car...

...and I gotta save a box in the front page
to announce the winner.

- Yes, dear, I know you do.
- Honey, where are your club notes?

- I'm making up page two.
- Oh, I haven't done them yet, dear.

Honey, I'm making up page two.

Well, put something else on page two
and I'll have them ready by page four.

- Put what?
- Put what where?

Put what on page 2?

Oh... my cooking column.

Well, have you written that?

Oh, darling.

I never write my cooking column.

I just take the recipes out
of this old cookbook here.

Here, give it to Matthew,
he'll know what to do with it.

Cumulus cloud, cumulus cloud,
cumulus cloud!

Did Matthew find one?

No, but Fred did and it's a great,
big, fat, juicy one.

What?
- Jane, call the airport...

...and tell Chet Dunne to get that plane
out of the hangar and start firing it up.

No, I've got everything.

Look at that cloud!
See, cumulus clouds.

- No, no, call the airport first!
- Yeah.

Hello, Nell? Yeah, Nell,
get me 2...

Oh, no, no, um...
Chet, down at the airport.

Sure you got that dry ice fine enough?
- Positive.

How do those clouds look to you now?

Blacker than ever.
A score of them now.

Well, put on your hip boots and buy
yourself an umbrella, boy, we're off.

What's that?

I'm afraid it's what you think it is.

Well, let's go back.

Stop the press!

Jake, stop the press!

- No, Mrs. MacAvoy, not now!
- Yes, Homer, right now.

I want a new headline.
He did it!

My own husband, he did it!

Stevie, what are you doing outside
in this kind of weather?

Oh, Dad, I'm just taking these
to the hotel.

And it's our first extra.

Better go inside before you get
your feet wet, genius!

Extra! Extra Paper! My daddy's a rainmaker!
Extra! Extra!

Jane.

Jane!

Bob! You are wonderful!
You are absolutely wonderful!

Well, if it isn't Jupiter pluvius.

- You sure did milk that cloud.
- You certainly did.

- I tried to phone you, hon.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

You know I had to take the receiver
off the hook.

Everyone in town has been calling
to congratulate you

- Haven't they, Jake?
- Oh, they shouldn't do that.

Oh, they certainly should after the way
they've been laughing at you.

Oh, darling, I want to apologize for
the way I've behaved to you.

I just thought that you were
neglecting the contest.

And those farmers, do you know
what they're gonna think?

They're gonna think you're a magician.

Oh, darling, you are a magician.

And now, I think you'd better go right on
upstairs and take a nice warm shower.

- Your tux is all laid out for you.
- My tux?

Yes, the drawing for the car?

We're due at the Lodge hall
in 25 minutes.

But, darling, I don't have
to wear my tux...

Oh, this is our first chance to dress up
since we arrived in Eden...

...and we want to do it right, don't we?

- Okay, give me five minutes.
- You got it.

I wonder how much of a down payment
they'd want on a new press.

Let me see...

Here comes the rainmaker!

Hello, boy, quite heavy rain!

- Congratulations, Bob.
- Thank you.

Wonderful, real good job!

Great work, Bob, we'll want you to make a
speech about this at our next JC lecture.

Fine, fine.

- Mr. MacAvoy, you're a miracle man.
- Thanks very much.

- Hey, Bob!
- Yeah?

What a day, huh, kid?

Hey look, they wanna believe it, let them.

The trouble is... I'm beginning
to believe it myself.

Mrs. MacAvoy, I'm the envy of every
man on the floor.

Oh, you flatter me, mayor.

Those envious glances are coming from
the women, and why not?

- You're such a beautiful dancer.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, my goodness, I hope you didn't catch
cold while you were seeding those clouds.

- Seeding what?
- Seeding, seeding the clouds.

Seeding? Oh, no, you see...

Would you like some lemonade,
Mrs. Peterson?

- Oh, yes, thank you.
- You sit right here, I'll be right back.

Thank you. Good luck.

Oh, don't forget, Bob,
speech next Tuesday.

Okay, Al.

- Mr. MacAvoy.
- Yes.

Abe Bartlett speaking,
this is Mrs. Bartlett.

- How do you do?
- Well, I've kept my promise to your wife.

You did? Why, that's fine,
what promise?

I told the little lady if you brought rain,
I'd buy a subscription.

- Well, here it is.
- Wonderful, thank you.

Thank you. Good luck.
Come on, mama.

Matthew, turn on the light.

The light... the light, yes.

Excuse me.

- Didy.
- Didy?

- Diaper.
- Oh, diaper.

Careful now.

- Powder.
- Powder.

- Powder.
- Oh, powder.

Excuse me.

Turn out the light and go to sleep.

Now gather round, everybody,
gather round.

First I want to welcome you all in
the name of the Nightingale Lodge...

...to our annual affair.

Now, before we serve supper,
we're going to have the drawing...

to see who will win the automobile...

...which is to be given away by
our rainmaking editor.

And his beautiful wife Jane.

And now I want to introduce the man
who is going to draw the lucky number.

Mayor Hull.

Thank you, Mrs. Spatch.

Now, I know how eagerly you've all
have been awaiting my speech...

on the coming election, and, um...

so we'll get on with the drawing.

Oh, just a minute, your honor.

The winning number...

Three...

O...

two!

Right here!

- Wow! Well, congratulations!
- Bartlett! Congratulations, Bartlett!

You certainly hit the jackpot,
didn't you?

- God bless you, Mrs. MacAvoy!
- Thanks, Mrs. Bartlett.

Thanks. Well...

- What did you get this time?
- The same.

Same as I did the first time or same
as I did the second time?

Same as you did second, third,
and last times you counted it.

- Eighteen dollars and...
- Thirty-two cents.

Well, considering everything,
we ought to be thankful...

that we made enough to pay
for the car and...

And also we got 1,120 new subscriptions
and 300 renewals.

- That's not bad, you know.
- No, not bad, except...

Now we can't handle it. Haven't got
enough money to buy paper.

Let alone but a new press.

Well, farewell, you glamorous piece
of machinery wherever you are.

Eighteen dollars and thirty-two cents.

What'll we do with it?
Pay the grocery bill?

I don't know, it's such an odd little sum,
doesn't seem to fit any bill we owe.

I love you.

You know somehow tonight eighteen
dollars or eighteen hundred...

I'm very content.

You know, I was feeling content
one morning way back...

when you kissed me awake and...

...you shoved the copy of the Editor and
Publisher in front of my sleep-filled eyes.

- Are you sorry?
- No.

Oh, darling.

- You know, they like us here.
- Hm-hmm.

Is that what you mean by
feeling content?

Hm-hmm.

Exactly.

Do you realize how long it's been since
we went up those stairs together?

Hm-hmm.

I'm so used to writing a note first
I feel rather strange.

You know why everyone was
so nice tonight?

Your rain.

It was your rain that did it.

Oh, Bob.

- Darling.
- Hm?

Darling, it wasn't my rain.

Oh, so many happy people, so grateful.

- Jane.
- Yes, what?

- Jane.
- I said what.

What I'm trying to tell you is
it wasn't my rain, it was...

God's rain.

- What?
- Hm-hmm.

Started before we got the plane
off the ground.

- Oh, no, Bob!
- Oh, yes, Jane.

And if you'd waited before you wrote
that beautiful headline,

I wouldn't have been standing up there
like an idiot taking bows.

Oh, darling, I'm so sorry.

Oh, Bob, I...

Well, listen, I'll tell you what you'll do.

You write one of your cute editorials
about it, see, and...

Make a joke of it, but only
tell them the truth.

'Cause that's our paper's policy,
you know.

On page one, next Thursday.

Isn't that awful, I didn't...
Bob!

- Has that been there all night?
- Hm-hmm.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

I was just so grateful
that you hadn't sat on it.

- Good morning, Stevie.
- Good morning, Mommy.

- What time is it?
- Nine-thirty.

Why aren't you in school?

No school today on account
of the rain.

- From Daddy.
- Here she is, all perked and dry.

- Good morning, darling.
- Thanks for letting me sleep late.

It's all right.

Nothing much you can do anyway
till the rain lets up.

Great, isn't it?

I'm going to the bank, maybe this will
let us float a loan, hm?

- I hope so.
- Bye-bye.

He said I could go with him.

He isn't always so abrupt, Sister,
honestly he isn't.

He really is very considerate
and kind.

And so clever.

But just between us girls,

what do you suppose he'll do if they
want snow for Christmas?

If this rain stops I'll go swimming
in the pool.

- What pool?
- In the back yard.

We ain't got no pool in the back yard.

We have now.

- It's still raining.
- It ain't let up since you started it, Bob.

- Coming down just fine.
- Yep, awful good for the farmers.

- Is it ever coming down.
- Yeah.

- No sign of it letting up?
- No, not a sign, not a sign.

Joel Simkins says that he's had
to stop building on his new house.

- Why, on account of the rain?
- On account of the rain.

He says if it keeps up two more days
and two more nights like this,

he's gonna put an outboard
motor on it.

She got it!

There's no such thing as too much
rain in California.

- So I've heard, so I've heard.
- Would you like a cup of tea, Fred?

I'd love a cup of tea!

- Why don't you look where you're rowing?
- Why don't you hold out your hand?

Say, Jane, tell Bob he can stop
the rain any time now.

Five days is enough even
for us farmers.

Stevie!

Stevie, you know that you're not
supposed to play in here.

But I can't go outside
because it's still rai...

- No, no... don't say it.
- Is it all right?

Yeah, yeah, go on, play, Stevie,
it's fine.

This time it's your turn.

Archive.
Yes, Mrs. Wallace.

No, Mrs. Wallace, he ain't in.

The 4-tracker just floated away.

What does she want me to do,
swim after it?

Mrs. Wallace, I got a paper to print.

All right, Mrs. Wallace,
I won't print one for you.

Go ahead, sue him.

And I for one hold MacAvoy
personally responsible.

Now, look, Myron, I practically promised
him a loan for some newsprint.

That was only the day after
he started the rain.

Now just a minute, Myron.

All I know is we were a peaceful,
happy little town...

...until the MacAvoys descended on us.

Digging up old pictures,
and breaking down cumulus clouds.

They should be asked to leave town.

Now, Myron, as mayor of this town I...

As mayor of this town you should
do something about it.

- Do what?
- Well, call a meeting of the town council.

Say what they think should be done
about this... this weather changer.

It'll certainly count in your favor
when you come up for reelection.

I know the book says I shouldn't do this,

but she' so sweet, and soft
and cuddly, I can't help it.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

What particularly nothing?

Rain-rain go away?

Just found out they're having
a meeting tomorrow morning.

Myron Trout's trying to figure out
some way to get us out of town.

So what?

There are hudreds of towns that would
roll out a red carpet for a man like you.

- Jane.
- Yeah?

We're going back to New York.

Just phoned the paper and got
my old job back.

Oh? Now why didn't I think of that?

Nice steady job, same salary every week.

No worrying about subscriptions,

no trying to sell ads to merchants who
think Grover Cleveland is still President.

Something I gotta tell you, though.

Same old salary, same hours, nights.

And one hitch. We've gotta
be there in six days.

Wish we had that car we gave away.

Sure would be nice to drive
back east, wouldn't it?

Let's see. First thing we have
to do is to sell the paper.

I'll run an ad in the Editor and Publisher.

And I'll explain to whoever it is
that buys it...

I'll explain to him the mistakes I made.

The things I did wrong.

Things we did wrong, dear.

- He'll have a good paper, whoever he is.
- He sure will.

And we won't be any worse off than
we were back in New York, will we?

We'll be much better off.
We've got Sister now.

You know that you're very sweet.

I certainly do hate to be happy
at a time like this, but...

I just can't help it.

We've got an awfully good marriage
you and I, Bob.

Bakery basement, flooded.

Loss estimated at $400.

And Myron Trout, damage to men's shop $100,
damage to car fender $25.

Yes, but Mr. Mayor,

aren't you forgetting that
you said it would cost $500...

...to fix the bandstand and to put
the park back in shape?

That's right.

I want $210, I can't find my patio.

Oh, of course, Clarissa, I have
that down here.

Um, all the rest are small items.
Do you want me to itemize them?

Just give them the total.

Well, it's just a little over $7,000,
it's $7,098.60.

You hear that, MacAvoy,
now how about...

Myron, please sit down.

Mr. MacAvoy, $7,000 is a great deal of
of money to a small community like Eden.

And all the damage can be traced
to the current rains.

- Therefore, we hold you responsible...
- Myron!

Myron, sit down, don't be such a...
Babbit!

- Yes, sit down.
- Let the meeting decide what's what.

Quiet down, Myron, we'd better decide it.

We'd like to hear from you,
Mr. MacAvoy.

Mayor Hull,

I don't know what more to say,
except to say what I said before,

that I did not start that rain.

As Chet testified, it started before
I got the plane off the ground.

That's not the story told
the night of the dance.

We needed rain then.

And the only guy who was doing anything
about getting us a little was Bob.

It did start to rain before he got
a chance to try out his scheme.

But I felt he deserved a pat on
his back for all his troubles and...

I still do.

Mr. MacAvoy has become a little
tin god around here because of his rain.

For what it's worth, I wrote
an editorial...

...telling the true story about the rain
for Thursday's paper.

But as is its custom, our press
broke down.

Oh, do whatever you like about it.
Come on, Jane.

I'll see you later, Fred, Chet.

Dear, just a minute.

Mr. Mayor, may a lady
have a word?

Yes, Mrs. MacAvoy, of course,
go ahead.

Thank you.

Well, um...

Being a woman, as well as my husband's
partner in the Archive,

I can't resist being first
with the news.

I'm afraid it's going to be
good news to some.

And I'm very happy to say,
it's going to be sadness to others.

Bob and I are leaving Eden.

And so I want to say goodbye
and how I thank you.

Some wonderful things have
happened to us here.

Our daughter was born here.

And Stevie and Bob and I have made
some very dear friends.

And as for me personally, I saw a man come
face to face with a dream of his here.

And believe me, that's an experience
too few wives have ever had.

You saw a stranger move into
your town with his family.

To Bob there are no strangers,
just people he hasn't met yet.

And you saw a man joining clubs
and civic groups and...

writing little editorials and...

...reporting on the trivial happenings
of everyday people.

And with the exception of a silly
cloud seeding,

doing nothing big at all.

Nothing to shake the world.

Well... trivial happenings are
the world.

They are people.

And if you believe in the fundamental worth
and goodness of the people right around you,

then you believe in the fundamental
goodness of America and the world.

Bob believed that.
That's why we came here.

And Bob will always believe it,
that's why we can never really be hurt.

And I'm sorry for you.

I'm sorry for you that he's leaving,
because you'll miss him.

As for us, well, there's nothing really
to be sorry about.

And I'm so proud he didn't fail you.

But then he couldn't fail anyone.

Because he's that...
special kind of man.

Well, that's about all I have to say.

Except, um... I want to thank
you again...

...and I'm glad we came.

Mrs. MacAvoy, it's all very well,
but it doesn't answer my only concern.

What?

The $7,000 damage caused
by your husband's rain.

Oh, that.

Well, Mr. Trout, if you'll be kind
enough to come to the Archive...

...at 4 o'clock this afternoon,
we hope to give you that answer.

And by the way, that goes
for all of you.

Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Jane, what's this about that 4 o'clock
business? Why did you ask them to come by?

Well, darling, let me give you
a pleasant surprise for once, huh?

You'll see.

Hi, Jake, come on in.

I just come up to give Sister's lunch.

Why, she had her lunch an hour ago.

Well, I'd better start warming
her next bottle.

Is there anything I can do for you?
Not that I want to.

Jack, you know all the backpay that
we owe both you and Matthew,

well, that's our most important debt,
and we'll send it to you just as...

Now you just keep still about that.
You don't owe Matthew and me anything.

Janie, you remember that first
headline Bob wrote?

Editor's wife brings new life to Archive.

Let me tell you something.

You and Bob and Stevie and...

...little Sister brought new life
to Matthew and me.

We was just two old misfits dying
on the vine till you come along.

Guess I'd better go get that bottle.

Darling, don't you start it too now.

- All packed, Stevie?
- Yes, Dad.

H-Hey, Jake. Isn't that Myron Trout
coming over here?

Looks like the whole crowd over there.

And that's Van Fleet and the mayor
with him.

- They're on the way...
- And old lady Dow with him.

I hope they fall in the mud.

They got no business over here.

What do they want to come over here for,
why do they want to bother the MacAvoys?

They're such nice kids,
why don't they stay out of...

Hello, boys!

Why don't you people stay home
and mind your own business?

Well, I guess that's everything.

- Except this.
- What?

- Oh.
- Might as well use the same ad.

One small addition to the copy:
"No rainmakers need apply".

- All set?
- Yeah, hm-hmm.

You drove them to a point where they're
leaving, now what else do you want?

- You got no right to come in here.
- Just a minute, please.

Jake, Matt, Mrs. MacAvoy asked
us to be here at four.

She's got something she wants to say to us,
and we've got somethng to say to them.

They're a little early.

You didn't really think we'd let you
get away from us, did you?

Mr. MacAvoy, Eden is known in this part
of the country as the friendly town.

I'm afraid we'll have to change
our slogan...

...if you don't change your mind
and give us another chance.

I don't understand. When I left the meeting,
you all appeared to be...

- Behaving very badly.
- We certainly did.

What Janie said made us stop long enough
to take a good look at the situation.

I don't see what all this fuss is about.

The rain was a good thing
for us farmers.

I'm glad, Mr. Bartlett. I'm glad
it was good for somebody.

Well, it was good for a lot of people.

I know some who sold enough umbrellas
and raincoats to retire.

Well... I did sell quite a few.

Look, it stopped raining.

Here, Bob, hold Sister for me.

And my raincoat.

Excuse me, excuse me. Just a minute.
Don't go away, I'll be right back.

Are you Mr. Loomis? Please say yes.

- Yes.
- Oh, good, come right with me.

Um, you don't need that,
it's stopped raining.

- So it has.
- So it has. Come along.

Now who can that be?

Maybe that's Janie's 4 o'clock phantom.

Excuse me. Come right this way,
Mr. Loomis.

Thank you. Come right in here.

Mr. Mayor, ladies and gentlemen,

This is Mr. Loomis, and he has some
information that I think you should know.

- Go ahead, Mr. Loomis.
- I, er...

Oh, forgive me just a minute. Mr. Loomis
is from the U.S. Weather Service at Fresno.

You just want me to tell them...

Yes, just what you told me on the phone
this morning if you will, please.

Frontal tendencies occur along the west
and northwest edges of the Pacific anticyclone.

Normally, the pathway of the microtome
cyclones in the North Pacific...

lies along the 40th to 45th parallel of...

What's he trying to say
with all this doubletalk?

- Myron, be quiet.
- Well...

Not that it matters, Jane,

but is this gentleman trying to tell us
that Bob was not responsible for the rain?

But of course he wasn't.
My, when a frontal genesis...

Thank you very much, Mr. Loomis,
thank you very much.

I'll take her now, dear.
Come on now, baby.

But I haven't started to explain.
I'm sure they don't quite understand.

Oh, I think they understand. Frontal
genesis, why, anyone can understand that.

Yes, in fact we all understand
each other so well that, um...

we're about to ask Mr. Van Fleet
for a loan to buy a new press.

A loan? Well, I...

- We'll see.
- A new press!

Oh, Bob!

Won't that be wonderful?

A new press! A new press!

Wait, wait... Jake, it's running!

How about the press, it's working!

Jake just have it the boot
and it started off.

Hey, Jane darling, what do we do
about these?

"Goodbye to Eden".

Wel... let's just save it for a rainy day?

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