All language subtitles for mary_tyler_moore_s07e11_marys_insomnia

Who can turn the world on with her
smile?

Who can take a nothing day and suddenly
make it all

seem worthwhile?

Well, it's you, girl, and you should
know it.

With each glance and every little
movement you show it, love is all

need to waste it. You can have the town,
why don't you take it?

You're gonna make it after all.

You're gonna make it after all.

Ted, tell me something.

Why do you wear your hat over your eyes
like that?

Well, it's not his fault, Lou.

It keeps slipping down as his brain
shrinks.

Why do you keep doing that, Murray? Keep
putting me down, talking about how dumb

I am.

Well, I'm sorry, Ted.

From now on, I'll only talk about how
smart you are.

Okay. Not very.

Just keep it up. Keep it up, Marie. One
of these days, you'll be sorry.

Oh, good morning, Mayor.

Nice day, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Wonderful.

Why do I get the feeling this isn't
going to be my morning?

Hey, Murr, I'm sorry. I shouldn't take
it out on you. I just didn't get any

sleep last night. Well, how come?

I don't know. I've started having
insomnia.

It's the third time this week. It's
getting me crazy.

Well, don't worry, Mary.

Insomnia may be annoying, but it's
nothing to lose sleep over.

Oh, boy.

I can't even joke about it. I mean, not
being able to sleep is one of the most

frustrating things in the world. Yeah, I
know. I had it a couple of times

myself. I bet you never had it three
times in one week.

I've got to get some help. I'm going to
see the doctor this afternoon. I'm

beginning to wonder if I'll ever sleep
again.

Hi, Daddy.

Bonnie, what are you doing here?

My journalism class sent me.

Hi, Miss Richards.

Your journalism class sent you for what?

A really big favor. You see, they know
you work at WJM, and they want a real

professional to come and give the annual
guest lecture two weeks from tomorrow

night. And I kind of promised them I
could arrange it. I hope you don't mind.

Mind? Why should I mind?

It's my pleasure, baby.

Oh, good.

Because we figured you being a close
friend of Mr. Baxter, you're the best

to ask him.

Just see if Mr. Grant wants anything.

Well, it's just that... Look, you have
to understand, Bonnie, I don't see Ted

every day.

Knowing when I'm going to see him again.

Hi, Mr. Baxter. Hi, Bonnie.

Say, Ted... What is it, Slaughter?

Say, Ted, if you've got a second...

I'd like to ask you something. It's sort
of a favor.

Favor? You want me to do you a favor?
You expect me to do you a favor? You

the gall to ask me to do you a favor?
Oh, the hell with it.

Yes, Ted.

I want a favor from you.

How badly do you want this favor,
Slaughter?

Well, is that me?

How about never insulting me again?

What? You heard me. Hey, come on, Ted.

Insulting you is one of the greatest
joys of my life.

And asking me to give that up would be
like asking you to give up chocolate

cigarettes.

Exactly.

Well, promise me, you gotta promise,
otherwise it's no deal. No, Ted, never.

Okay.

I promise.

A favor, you say?

Of course.

Whatever it is, you got it. All you had
to do was ask.

You did it, Daddy.

Thanks. Wow, where do I tell the class?

Look at this.

What's going on in this newsroom today?
Kids? People sleeping?

Shh. Let her sleep. She's been having a
tough time.

Is she really asleep?

That's what it looks like, doesn't it?

She looks so peaceful.

Like a beautiful princess.

Yeah. Look at that expression.

Like a sweet little baby.

Like an angel.

That always cheers you up. Give him a
good shot.

Yeah, right.

Hey, you've been really chipper these
days. Oh, well, Murr, I'm just sleeping

well. Every night. I mean, what a
difference.

Yeah, so I've noticed.

What did that doctor give you, anyway?

Just a simple little white pill, but,
oh, Murr, what a great little white

Murr, have you started another speech
yet? Oh, no, Ted.

Tut, tut, tut, Murray.

Idle hands are the devil's helper.

Half a mind to go read a book.

Didn't you hear me, Murray? I said I
have half a mind to go read a book.

Good, Ted.

Enjoy the book.

Good, Ted. Enjoy the book.

That's witty.

Very witty.

Well, you're certainly being tolerant.
Now, shut up.

my office? Sure.

Now, what's all this about a little
white pill?

Oh, I was just telling Murray about my
sleeping pill. Sleeping pills? You mean

barbiturates, the kind of stuff pushers
sell to school kids?

Okay, Mr. Grant, let's snip this in the
bud right away.

I'm not interested in whether you
approve or disapprove. It's a personal

Now, if...

You have business to discuss. I'll stay.
If not, please excuse me. It's about

business, Mary.

About a documentary I'm planning on the
dangers of sleeping pills.

We're talking about business now, Mary.

Boy, you really think you're cute.

Yeah.

I figure our documentary... could show
the terrible things that could happen to

you to one who became dependent on them.
What terrible things?

Well, for one thing, you could end up
looking like this.

would also show the many cases where one
was not addicted to sleeping pills.

Well, that would depend on how often one
had taken them, Mary. Suppose one had

taken them every night for two weeks
with no sign of addiction.

Mary, taking them every night for two
weeks is addiction.

I'd like to put cold cream on this every
night.

one. Then do me a favor. Do it tonight.
Why?

To prove you can.

That's ridiculous.

You can't stop, can you? Yes, of course
I can stop, Mr. Grant. I am not

addicted. Then prove it.

For your sake.

Excuse me, uh, Luke. Ted, did it ever
occur to you that Mary and I might be

having a private talk?

Oh, come on.

We're one big family here at WG and
there's no secret.

Suppose, suppose, Ted, that it's
personal.

Wouldn't it embarrass you to listen in
on something like that?

Oh, yeah, if we're personal, then I'd
leave.

All right, Mr. Grant, if it will make
you happy, I won't take my pill tonight.

And we'll just see.

Oh, what a day. A walk to work.

I find there's nothing like a brisk walk
to stimulate my brain.

What was that?

I couldn't hear you.

No, I didn't say anything.

Oh.

I thought I missed something.

You see, I don't always understand what
people say.

Is something the matter? No, no, no,
nothing's the matter. You're not getting

sick, are you? No, now listen, I want to
tell you... Good, because I'd hate to

see you get ill on the day of your
daughter's big class. It is tonight,

it?

Yes, that is tonight. Now look, here's
the speech I just finished.

Thank you, Murray.

Good morning. Morning, Mary.

Well, I'd like to make idle chit -chat
with you two, but I've got to memorize

address. Oh, good, and then maybe you
can memorize your phone number.

Thanks. Well, listen, someone's got to
do it.

Come in.

You took the pill, didn't you?

No.

You didn't?

Hey, Mary, that's terrific.

Yeah, well... I'm really amazed.

Because I thought you were hooked for
sure, but you made a monkey out of me,

I'm man enough to admit it. Yeah?

That took guts and determination and
willpower to break that habit.

Yeah, well... We're going to celebrate.
I'm going to take you out to dinner and

buy you champagne and tell the whole
world about you. I took the lousy pill.

I figured.

Mr. Grant, it's my life and it's
private.

If you're going to take that attitude, I
can't fight you.

I can't help you until you admit you
need help.

I can't help you.

Until you start to crumble.

You crumbling?

Okay, now listen.

All that you have to do is make yourself
go to sleep at night. Natural sleep

without pills. Mr. Grant, I tried.
Believe me, I really did try.

It's got me scared now, too, because I
can't do it. Mary, you've got to.

Please, for me. Tonight, no pills.

Look. I'll call you tonight.

And if you feel like company, I'll come
right over.

All right, I'll try it. Atta girl.

But this time you gotta make it stick.

Excuse me, but I've got to talk to the
two of you. Uh, one second, Ted. This is

personal.

Personal?

It's always personal.

Every time I come in here, you two are
always doing something personal.

Well, what about if it's something
personal, too?

Then you're entitled to your privacy.

Exactly. So we'll leave. Thank you.

If you need me I'll be downstairs.

and she said the phone was off the hook.
I didn't know where you were.

I'm in the bathtub.

I always take my phone off the hook when
I'm taking a bath.

I know, but you know, what with the
pills and everything, I just, I didn't

what might have happened.

We'll get you to sleep yet.

Oh, I hope so, Mr. Grant. I'm so tired.

I have three daughters of my own, you
know.

I've learned a little bit about putting
people to sleep.

Close your eyes.

You'll see.

It'll be easy without pills.

Excuse me, Mr. Grant.

Where are you going? To the bathroom.

What are you going to do there?

Nothing. I'll be doing nothing. No, you
don't.

I have to use force.

Okay,

now you just do what I tell you to do.

All right.

Now, I want you to just breathe deeply
as

if you were asleep.

And before you know it, you will be
asleep. This isn't going to work.

Mary, trust me. Trust me.

Now... Breathe deeply.

Now just put your head down.

Keep your eyes closed and pretend you're
asleep.

Now I'm going to do something that never
failed with my kids.

I'm going to sing to you.

Just keep your eyes closed and keep
breathing.

Many years ago, my mother sang a song to
me in tones

so sweet and low.

Just a simple little ditty in her good
old Irish

way.

But I give the world to hear her sing
that song to me

today.

A lazy river.

Toora loora loora.

Toora loora lie.

Toora loora loora.

Hush, now don't you cry.

To.

It's 7 o 'clock.

My doctor says it's very important to
make yourself get up on schedule. 7

o 'clock in the morning?

Mr. Grant, I slept?

You sure did. Oh, Mr. Grant, thank you.

Did anyone ever tell you you snore?

I what?

We... Did you? The whole night?

Yeah. You...

Oh, Mr. Grant, thank you so much.

That's okay.

Just stick with it now. You did it once.
You can do it every single night. No

more pills. No more, I promise.

Mr. Grant, just... Just one thing,
though.

I didn't really snore, did I? I mean, I
know it's silly and everything, but I

have this horror of snoring. I didn't,
did I?

Mary Richard Snower?