All language subtitles for maude_s01e01_maude_s_problem

The country was falling apart.

Betsy Ross got it all sewed up.

And then there's Maud.

And then there's Maud. And then there's
Maud. And then there's Maud. And then

there's Maud. And then there's Maud.
That uncompromising, enterprising,

but tranquilizing. Right on, Maud.

Walter, what time is it?

Quarter to seven.

What's so important? What time it is?
Carol isn't here. Dinner is waiting. She

knows I have to go to the hospital
tonight to see Eleanor Halsey, and

hours are from six to eight. Eleanor
Halsey? I didn't even know she was sick.

Sick? Poor thing, she's having a
hysterectomy. Oh, is that all?

I mean, they do hysterectomies like
tonsils today. She'll be fine.

I'm sure Eleanor will be relieved to
hear that.

Especially from a Maytag dealer.

She ordered a seven.

Oh, that must be it. She probably forgot
her key.

Oh, well, howdy, ma 'am. Happy to see
you looking so fine this evening.

I'm trying to win me a four -year
scholarship to one of the better Eastern

colleges. Oh, well, before you think
about college, I think you should learn

to read.

That sign says no solicitors.

Oh, oh, this isn't a solicitation, ma
'am. Oh, no. You see, some of us

from Vietnam are competing this year
contest.

And the way we win...

Were you in Vietnam?

Well, so was I.

For two years as a foreign
correspondent.

Tell me, what unit were you with?

Because I know every single unit.

Actually, I was... Actually, you're
selling magazines, aren't you?

And you're rotten at it.

You should have seen the con men who
came around after World War II.

They were artists.

They came on crutches, some with
bandages. There were even a few litter

But you, you're a bust.

Vietnam. God, what a lousy war.

Walter, you know, come to think of it,
Cowell was late last Tuesday, and the

Tuesday before...

Come to think of it, she has been late
every Tuesday for a month.

That can only mean one thing. And what's
that?

She's having an affair.

Maud, why is it the first thing that
pops into your mind, an affair?

Maybe she joined a bowling club at work.

Carol Bowling? Yes, Carol Bowling.

Or a weekly office meeting. But why an
affair?

Don't start, Mother.

Carol, you're late.

I know.

Well, you could have phoned.

Unless, of course, there's some reason
you couldn't.

Want an excuse? I'll give you an excuse.
I was shipwrecked on the good ship

Lollipop. Now, if that satisfies you,
I'd be happy for a little silence. Just

plain silence.

Carol, are you angry?

Oh, it's an affair, old...

You don't yell like that after bowling.

I admit she's a little touchy, but why
does it have to be an affair?

Oh, Walter, when a woman wears dark
glasses in the house, she's obviously

to cover up the fact that she's been
crying.

Not necessarily.

Maybe she's got a black eye.

You're such a comfort.

Good evening, Walter.

Hi, Carol. Just get in.

is not in his room. Where is he? Oh, I
forgot. He's having dinner over at

Pablo's house tonight.

Carol.

Carol.

Have you been crying?

Carol, why are you wearing dark glasses
in the house?

Aren't you going to the hospital to
visit Eleanor Halsey? No, that can wait

tomorrow. Walter says there's nothing to
worry about.

Carol, are you having an affair?

Just leave me alone, Mother.

But that defies me. Carol, you are not
alone.

Mother is here.

Carol, you have been crying.

Mother, for the last time, will you bug
off?

Bug off?

Now, that can't be what they meant when
they wrote from the mouths of babes. No,

not bug off.

What if I've been crying there?

You see?

You bet I've been crying.

But, Carol, you were always such a happy
child.

Sure, Ma. That's why I cry all the time.
I'm so happy.

If I got any happier, I'd be having an
anxiety attack.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm
beginning to get the whole story.

Late every Tuesday, crying, anxiety...
Carol, you're seeing a psychiatrist.

That's right.

Walter, did you hear that?

How could I miss?

I mean, you were ten feet away from me.
She was no more than six.

Wait a minute. Sound travels at the rate
of... Watch it, Walter.

Watch it.

What's the big deal about my seeing a
psychiatrist? For your information, I've

been seeing him once a week for months.
But, Kara, you were always such a happy

child. You said that before, Maude. I'm
going in to get dinner.

Walter, what is Carol doing seeing a
psychiatrist?

What are you doing feeling so threatened
by it?

Who said I'm threatened? I'm not
threatened. There's nothing to be

about. Okay, then. Since she's in no
mood to discuss it tonight, don't bring

up. You're right, Walter. I won't bring
it up. I'll see that she brings it up.

Walter, I know Mother's up to here with
questions about my therapy. Now, wait a

minute, Carol.

I know you're too upset to discuss it. I
already spoke to Maud. She won't bring

it up.

You're a darling, Walter.

Walter. When Carol brings up the
subject, be careful what you say. Maude,

won't bring the subject up. She will.

I promise you.

Okay, this is everything.

Let's go.

Oh,

looky, looky, looky.

Pot roast and veg potatoes.

yourself tonight, didn't she Carol?

Aren't you eating?

Boy, what's the matter, love?

Pain in your tum -tum?

Aren't you going to eat anything at all,
mother?

Well, I guess it's just you and me,
Walter.

Oh, great.

Three portions to split two ways.

Your psychiatrist. I didn't mention him.
I didn't say a word. All right, Mother.

I've been in therapy three months.

The medical plan at the office pays for
it. The doctor's a graduate of NYU, and

his name is Bayard Stern.

That's good. You know, Freud was Jewish,
too.

They make the best psychiatrists.

Dr. Stern isn't Jewish.

Oh, really? Oh, well, they make good
psychiatrists, too. Anyway, that's the

whole story. Except for one thing.

I was a good mother, Carol.

Probably.

What do you mean, probably?

Well, there's a lot I just don't
remember, that's all.

Maude, you have nothing to worry about.
You're pro -psychiatry, remember?

You've always been pro -psychiatry.

So no matter how Carol comes out in her
therapy, know that she'll come out of it

stronger, healthier, and loving you all
the more.

What do you mean there's a lot you don't
remember?

with you. Dr. Stern said it would get us
nowhere.

Well, of course Dr.

Stern would say it because you only tell
him the bad things. The good things you

don't even remember. Carol, I was a
model mother.

Okay, you were a model mother.

Remember when you were a child and we
lived in Everett, Massachusetts?

I don't remember that.

Walter, you remember that. I didn't even
know you then.

Walter!

After the first grade, your first day of
school.

Oh, you cried like a baby.

They called me from school at 10 o
'clock in the morning to come pick you

You know what I did?

I sat there with you all day.

And the next day, too.

The only mother in the class.

On those tiny chairs.

I don't remember that either.

You don't remember?

You knock your brains out for them and
they don't remember.

Mother, I don't remember anything
between the ages of three and ten.

But that's seven years, Carol.

That's when I was the best mother in the
world.

Oh, Carol, search your mind. When you
were three, four, five, among all those

dinky little three -foot kids, don't you
remember one?

Tall, striking woman who seemed to be
hanging around a lot.

No, I'm sorry, Mother. It's a block. The
whole period is one big void.

And you're trying to tell me that that
psychiatrist is helping her?

He is, whether you believe it or not.
Mother, try and understand this. One of

the reasons I'm in therapy is so I can
learn to deal with my problems alone, by

myself. I do not want your help.

But that's ridiculous.

No, it's one of the reasons I should
have moved out of this house a long time

ago. Carol, you want to move?

Then move.

You mean that?

No.

Well, that's exactly what I'm going to
do.

Carol, you can't move. Yes, I'll start
looking for an apartment tomorrow.

Everything's perfect for you here. You
save money, and Walter and I are great

babysitters for Philip. You have your
freedom.

That's why you moved in here after your
divorce. Walter, please talk some sense

into her. Lord, she's a responsible
adult.

If she wants to move, let her move.

I knew I could count on you.

I have a good mind to go to see your Dr.
Stern tomorrow and tell him he's

breaking up my home.

Where are you going? To phone some
friends about an apartment.

Carol. If you leave this house under
these circumstances, you need never come

back. All right, then. I won't.

Walter.

What did I say that for?

Well, you were such a lousy mother all
these years, I guess you figured you'd

all the way.

You really are.

Dr. Bayard Stern's office. Yes, I know.

I'm 11 o 'clock Wednesday.

I've been 11 o 'clock Wednesday for
three years now.

I don't have an appointment.

I want yours.

But... You see, the terrible thing is
that I really don't have any plan of

action. But then how could I have? I
mean, I didn't know who was going to be

here. I mean, there was no way I could
know who would be here. You do see that,

don't you? I see that, yes. So give me
the hour.

No. I'll buy it from you. No. I will
make you rich beyond dreams of avarice.

I don't care.

You didn't understand that, did you?

No. No, neither did I.

I read it in a book somewhere.

Tell me, is Dr. Stern usually on time?

Yes, he's very punctual on the dot.

Listen, obviously this means a great
deal to me or I wouldn't be here. You do

know that, don't you? Yes. Then,
pussycat, listen to me.

I want you to want me.

to have this hour.

In a way, I do.

But not because you think that I might
do you great bodily harm.

Oh, no.

No, that's not it.

Of course, I wouldn't. I mean, you do
know that, don't you? Yes, I know that.

Don't scream.

I wouldn't hurt a fly.

No, I know.

I know that. Believe me, I wouldn't hurt
a fly.

Oh, excuse me. I was expecting Mrs.
Manley. Yes, I know. She had to run.

She did?

Now, look, she might be back when she
thinks about it, so hurry up, Doctor. We

may not have too much time.

I suppose you're wondering who I am.

Well, patients usually do discuss some
of the people they're closely involved

with, so I do have a guest.

Oh, well, take your best shot, Doctor.

Mrs. Findlay, Carol's mother.

Bullseye.

Now, Mrs. Findlay, if the reason you
came to see me is to discuss your

I would have to have her permission
first. I mean, that is part and parcel

our therapeutic relationship.

And you do understand that, don't you?
Certainly.

Certainly.

Now, here's what I want to talk to you
about.

Now, wait a minute, Mrs. Findlay. You
don't understand.

There is no way we can have this meeting
without Carol's prior permission.

Look, Doctor, why don't I just lay it on
the line, all right?

In order to get rid of me, you are
either going to have to carry me out

kicking, scratching... All right, all
right, enough, enough. I get the idea.

And believe me, I am a pragmatist. I
didn't know. All my daughter mentioned

that you weren't Jewish.

I see you don't use a couch. No.

No, I don't believe in them.

Freud used a couch.

But then he dealt mostly in sex.

Whereas you deal mostly in home
wrecking.

I don't think I quite understand that,
Mrs. Findlay. Doctor, my daughter Carol

threatened to leave home last night.
Obviously you put her up to it. Oh, no,

Carol is perfectly capable of making her
own decisions. I mean, what makes you

think I could have such...

control over her. Because she has always
been a rational, clear -thinking person

like her mother. But last night when she
told me she was leaving home, that was

not my Carol.

Doctor, the thing she said, what are you
writing?

It was just a notation. Go right on.
Doctor, I've seen enough movies to know

that when a psychiatrist picks up a
pencil, he is not leaving a note for the

milkman.

Now, what is it?

Well, all... Right, it's just that I've
noticed that ever since you've been

here, you have never referred to Carol
as Carol.

I mean, several times you've used the
phrase, uh, my daughter.

A moment ago you said my Carol, but it's
never been just plain Carol.

What's that supposed to make me?

Over -possessive, I suppose?

No, no, I didn't say that. Well, then
scratch out the three my Carols, the two

my daughters, make it five Carols, and
you'll come out even.

Mrs. Findlay, since you're here, I
really do want you to feel comfortable.

there is no need to be on the defensive.

On the defensive?

What have I got to be on the defensive
about?

I mean, I carried my daughter inside...
Did I say my daughter?

No, I meant Carol. You know, my
daughter.

Anyway, I carried her inside me for nine
months.

I raised her. I loved her.

I lived with her father, a wacko you
couldn't believe.

Two years longer than I should have
because of her. So you take back that

defensive because I am taking back the
right to call my daughter, my gal,

anytime I feel like it.

What exactly did you hope to accomplish
by coming here?

I don't want Carol leaving home.

Not out of anger.

You mentioned her father.

That was your first husband. No, that
was my second.

Oh, I see.

Right now, you're married to your third.

No, Walter's my fourth.

Life is trial and error, darling.

Actually, the only reason I married in
the first place was to get out of the

house and away from my mother. You know,
you write that and they'll call you

lefty.

Mrs. Findley, your mother, was she a
tall woman?

Doctor, I have no intention of going
through my life history with you.

I did not come here for therapy for
myself, so there is nothing on my heart

I have to unload to you. And if you
can't see that, then I think you're a

terrible psychiatrist, and I think you
ask ridiculous questions.

It was five foot eleven and a half.

Stacking feet.

Where on earth is Mother?

Walter, I'm talking to you.

She knows I'm moving tonight. She knows
I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

I think she's being darned
inconsiderate.

Oh, right. I'll tell you where I've
been. I've been climbing Mount Rushmore

the Pope.

Mother,

have you been crying?

No. I have a black eye.

I think she's having an affair.

When a woman wears dark glasses... Oh,
do this to me, Walter.

I think I'm having an anxiety attack.

Carol? That's your department.

Father, are you seeing a psychiatrist?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I know you couldn't be seeing Dr.
Stern. You would have talked to me. I

said I don't want to discuss it. Well,
how can I help you if you won't talk to

me? I'm your daughter.

And I'm your mother.

How about the time I wanted to talk to
you?

I know. I should have let you, but I
just couldn't.

It's different, my leaning on you. I've
always done that.

So wouldn't it be nice if just this once
you could lean on me?

It doesn't come easy, Carol.

I know that.

You've always maintained that hard,
crusty exterior.

But inside... Mush.

Mother, please let me help you.

Well, I did see Dr. Stern today.

You couldn't have. He would have asked
my permission first. Yeah, I know.

part and parcel of the doctor -patient
relationship.

You did see Dr.

Stern. I don't know how you manage it,
Mother, but leave it to you. I finally

get somebody I can talk to. Wouldn't you
know?

You'd get to him. But I didn't get to
him. What are you talking about? First

say you did, then you say you didn't. I
didn't get to him. He got to me, Carol.

I saw the man at 11 o 'clock this
morning, and I've been crying all day.

But you were talking about me. Why
should you be crying? That's it. I

talking about you. Carol, do you recall
when you told me that you don't remember

anything that happened from the time you
were three until you were ten, that

huge chunks of your childhood were
completely blocked out, that you don't

remember having seen your mother during
that period?

Well, I talked to Dr.

Stern about my mother, too.

Oh, Mother, you don't remember either?

No, it's worse with me.

I remember.

Oh, boy, do I remember.

Carol,

I want to ask you something.

Do you love me?

What kind of a question is that?

It's a hell of a question. That's what
kind of question it is.

Well, of course I love you. You're my
mother.

No, I didn't ask you if you love me
because I'm your mother.

I asked you if you love me.

Well, how can I separate the two? You
are my mother.

Yeah, but what if I weren't?

Mother, you're impossible.

Carol, you have exactly ten seconds to
answer.

How can I answer that question? There's
no possible way I can... All right.

I love you.

I would love you no matter who you were.

I love you.

But does that make you happy?

Very happy.

Then can we change the subject?

Certainly. Let's talk about you.

What are the things you love about me?

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