All language subtitles for S01E20 - The Paragon

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Alice!

What is it?

What's the matter?

It happened again.

Poor darling.

I'm all right now. I'm just cold.

Oh, it's because you've been ill. I was
quite worried about you the first two

days you were here.

Is it some kind of nightmare?

I'm in bed and...

Curtains move. They begin to billow, but
there isn't any wind. And then

something comes from behind them.

Something? A shadow, something dark,
something horrible. I wait, and it moves

nearer, and I can't move.

I know it's going to destroy me.

I wish you'd have let me call the doctor
when you first had that attack.

Oh, no, it was just a stomach upset.

I've never really been ill.

I'll get you some tea.

That's odd.

What is?

The curtains I keep seeing in my
nightmare.

What about them? I just realized they're
the ones in my bedroom

at home.

Good morning, sir.

I'll be back around five in case my wife
calls.

I'll tell her, sir.

Oh, and Mr. Norton's coming for dinner.

Tonight? About seven.

I've already spoken to Mrs. Bates about
what to cook.

We'll probably play cards after dinner.
So would you set up the table, please?

Yes, sir.

The house is different with Mrs.
Pemberton away, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

She'll be back on Friday, won't she?

Yes. In two days.

Well, Gus, this man came into the bar.
Oh, with an alligator.

Oh, dear. What's the punchline?

Oh, yes.

The bartender said, we don't serve
alligators. Mother. We don't drink.

That's right.

What are you doing with your valise?
Going home.

Is there any mail for me on Mrs.
Pemberton?

No, ma 'am.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Wales.
Thanks. Goodbye, guys.

For Alice.

Home? What do you mean?

John isn't expecting you until Friday. I
know, but... I decided to leave. I'm

sure you'll be glad to get back. Not
that I'm anxious to be rid of you,

Of course not, Mother. But John will be
so pleased to see you. He called twice

to ask exactly how you were feeling.
What did you tell him? Oh, you know how

I am at descriptions.

I told him you were feeling much better.

Only I would speak to the cook if I were
you. I'm sure it's something she's

using on the pots to clean them with.
Yeah. Oh, Mother, didn't I throw that

dressing gown in the rubbish?

Oh. Did you?

You must have got it out again.

What happened to the new dressing gown I
brought you?

Oh, it's upstairs, darling. Didn't you
like it? Oh, yes, very much.

Well, maybe the color.

I chose dark brown.

Oh, yes, lovely dark brown.

Very suitable.

But maybe it's the cut.

Exactly like the one I saw Mr.

Milford's mother wearing. Oh, yes, and
Mr. Milford is such a good preacher.

I'm sure his mother must be very proud
of him.

Well, I'm sure she wouldn't be wearing a
thing like that out in the front

garden. And making jokes with the
postman. Oh, darling, do I really look

dreadful? Oh, mother.

Don't you worry about your old mother,
darling. She's past redemption.

Well, have a good drive home and give my
love to Madge and Leo.

All right.

Pemberton.

We didn't expect you back until Friday.

Well, here I am Wednesday.

Is Mr. Pemberton in?

No. He said he'd be back about five.

Has the gardener been here?

Yes.

It's nice to be home.

I see you've dusted.

Every day, ma 'am.

Heidi, Ethel, thank you.

Oh, Ethel, my mother didn't telephone
you, did she?

Call me, Mrs. Pemberton?

I mean, and warn you that I was coming
and then you dusted and tidied up?

I've kept the house just like you see it
all the time you've been away.

Oh, Ethel, it could happen.

Bring my bag upstairs, will you? I want
to change and run out with my sisters

after lunch.

Ethel, you're sure my mother didn't
telephone you?

I've told you, Mrs. Pemberton.

The phone hasn't rung all morning.

Elso.

Yes, ma 'am. Why, look at this.

Somebody must have torn my picture and
then pasted it together and put it back

in the frame.

Who'd do a thing like that?

The other maid. The one we had before
you came.

I had to fire her, and she probably did
it just out of spite, and I never

noticed it till now.

I suppose nobody's pressed Mr.
Pemberton's clothes since I've been

They look all right.

What's this?

I wouldn't know.

What are you doing lying in the dark?
You're not sick, are you?

I've been trying to sleep.

Sleep on a wonderful afternoon like
this?

There now.

Isn't that better?

I thought you weren't coming home until
Friday.

Oh, I changed my mind.

You know, nobody met me at the door. Is
your girl off today?

I let her go.

Let her go? Why?

We can't afford a maid.

Oh, but not as of course you can.

Does Walter expect you to clean your own
house?

Oh, I've been cleaning it.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Alice?
No, thanks, dear. You know, I never

coffee.

Well, how'd you find Mother?

Oh, she's all right.

You know, it is surprising how she seems
perfectly happy just muddling along.

Oh, I don't think she does much
muddling. She knows how she likes to

she lives that way.

It is too, Jeffrey.

Alice, please, don't encourage Betty.

Encourage her. Please, Alice, don't.
Aunt Alice.

Betty. Hello, Jeffrey.

Oh, I'm so glad you're home. I prayed
for you to get well. Did you?

Every night. Oh, that's nice, isn't it,
Madge?

And I wrote a composition in school. It
was about what I wanted to be when I was

grown up. And I said a missionary.

Oh, what a nice ambition.

I'm going to go to the islands, and I'll
convert all the natives.

All right, Betty, that's enough.

I left some cookies in the kitchen. Go
get them. And then you'd better change

your clothes.

Must I, Mother?

Must I, Aunt Alice? Well, you look
absolutely... I'm your mother, not Aunt

Alice. Now go on. You too, darling.

Bye.

You see what happens?

I've asked you, Alice, please, not to
talk to Betty so much about religion.

Why not?

It's not healthy.

Oh, that's nonsense.

Don't you want your children to be
taught any religion?

Of course I do. But when a ten -year
-old says she wants to be a missionary

Timbuktu, that's exhibitionism.

Don't be so scientific.

You brought your children up in a good
old -fashioned way instead of being so

liberal with them. They're my children,
Alice. Yes, obviously.

From their manners.

And what's wrong with my children's
manners? Look at Jeffrey.

Well, what about Jeffrey?

Oh, I'm not as modern as you are, but, I
mean, isn't there just something a

little bit sissy about him clinging to
you like that?

He's five years old.

Why shouldn't he cling to me? I'm his
mother.

Oh, but running to you and kissing you,
not even saying hello to me, I'd be

worried. Would you?

Well, I'm not.

I worry more about Betty.

Well, I must be running. I want to stop
in and see Leo on the way home.

Alice.

Oh, you're crushing me. I'm sorry. I
just wanted to give you a hug, like we

to when we were kids. You are looking
tired.

Have Walter get you some help.

Is your father home?

It's me, your Aunt Alice.

Well, can't you see me?

Colin, if you don't stop reading, you're
not going to have any eyes at all.

Colin, what is it?

It's Aunt Alice.

She's downstairs.

I ran away.

Oh, Colin.

I hate it when she comes here. She just
gets father sick.

Oh, honey, don't let her upset you. Why
does she have to come here all the time?

Alice?

You must take care.

What will happen to your patients if you
have a breakdown?

Oh, Evie, this... I'm all right now.

May I have a glass of water?

There you are.

You know, I read in the medical
journal... Oh, darling, it's 3 .30.

Won't you be late for Mrs. Dickinson?

Oh, thank you.

You'll have to excuse me, Alice.

I've got a house call to make. We can't,
Mrs. Dickinson, come to the office.

Mrs. Dickinson is bedridden.

But I mean when you're sleeping like
this.

We must all have dinner together some
night with Alice and John.

You'd better hurry, dear.

Yes.

Goodbye, Alice.

Oh, Leo.

I don't like the sound of that cough.

Well, you know, it's getting worse.

Is it, Alice? I can't understand it.
Leo's a doctor. He, of all people,

know how to take care of himself.

We're all doing the best we can, Alice.
Oh, yes.

Oh, you have a button missing.

Have I?

I didn't notice. Why don't you let me
take your blouse home and I'll give it

my maid to sew on for you.

I'll do it myself.

Thank you.

I wouldn't want to bother your maid.

Oh, she wouldn't mind. She never has
enough to do. It's funny, isn't it?

I can't stand things like missing
buttons.

Well, it's psychological.

I mean, it shows one's character.

Yes, it does.

Well, I ought to be running.

I want to be sure that the cook has
planned a nice dinner. Tell Leo I don't

the sound of that cough.

You've already told me, Alice.

Oh, Evie, Colin needs a haircut. That
is, if you can get his nose out of a

long enough to take him to a bar. We're
very proud of the fact that Colin likes

to read so much. Oh, what a beautiful
afternoon.

Oh, aren't John and I lucky not to have
any worries?

It's so wonderful to be, oh, at peace
with oneself and the world. Of course,

it's partly my doing. I would have
worries if I gave in to them, but I

Oh, look at me.

Counting my blessings and you have so
much to do. Oh, bye, dear.

I ain't got nothing to do with it, ma
'am.

It's what Mr.

Pemberton told me to cook.

Are you sure?

He's asked Mr. Norton to dinner, and he
said Mr.

Norton likes veal stew and apple pie.

Oh, what a dreadful meal. So heavy and
dull. Oh, Mrs. Bates, really.

When I think of all the time and trouble
I've taken preparing menus with you,

you shouldn't serve Mr. Pemberton a
dinner like that just because I'm away.

Shall I cook you something different?

No, thank you. I'll eat what they eat.
And then at bedtime, I'll have my usual

cocoa. You did remember to order the new
kind.

Yes, ma 'am.

Oh, Mrs. Bates, could you be using some
cleanser that might have something,

well, poisonous in it?

Poison?

I had a bad attack of something before I
went to my mother's, and she thought it

might be, oh, something you're using in
the pots or the dishes.

It ain't nothing I'm using.

How can you be sure?

Because we all eat out of the same pots
and off the same dishes.

That's true. Well, it was probably just
a little stomach upset.

Darling. I'm home two days early. Oh,
I'm feeling so much better. Did you go

a doctor? Oh, you know I never go to
doctors. I always cure myself.

By sheer willpower. Oh, and I'm feeling
marvelous now. Oh, let me look at you.

Don't you look distinguished in that
suit.

Do I?

Oh, darling.

I'm so glad you're here. Are you? Oh,
everybody's been hurried since I

I mean, Evie and Madge. Why is it that
nobody wants to be happy or enjoy life

except me?

Poor baby. Nobody understands you, do
they? Except you.

Except me.

You haven't kissed me yet, you know.

Haven't I?

You let me kiss you in the car, but you
haven't kissed me.

What did you say?

Nothing. You said something out of your
breath. It sounded like, forgive me.

Why should I forgive you? What have you
done?

I didn't mean anything.

Have you been unfaithful to me?

I couldn't be, even if I wanted to.

I've thought of nothing but you all the
time you were away.

You've haunted me.

What have I got to forgive you for?

Oh, I guess I was just asking you to
forgive me for being what I am and doing

whatever I've done.

Just as you might ask me to forgive you
for being you.

Yes?

Have you done the flowers for the table?

Yes, ma 'am. Did you put the
candlesticks on?

Yes, ma 'am. And you polished the silver
ashtrays? I'm sure Ethel will have

everything very nice, darling.

She has been known to forget, you know.
You did polish the silver?

Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

Oh, dear.

I wish Mr.

Norton were coming. I wish we could be
alone all evening.

The old man likes to play cards,
sweetheart.

Does she?

Who? Mrs. Norton.

I think he said she was going out for
the evening.

Well, when a man that age marries again,
you have to expect that sort of thing.

What sort of thing?

Darling, she's at least 30 years younger
than he is.

Alice, come on.

I like Norton.

Why, I better go and put my dress on.

Alice. Yes, darling?

Promise me you won't say anything at
dinner.

About what?

Don't give Norton any advice. Don't.

Tell him how wonderful old age is. Just
let him have his dinner and play cards

with you.

Of course.

And don't talk too much.

Promise me?

Oh, you know how tactful I am. But it
must be miserable for him having to go

other people's houses this pleasant
evening.

Alice.

Promise me. Oh, you are silly. What
could I possibly say?

Are you going to promise me?

I will be mute all evening.

Better luck next time, Mr. Norton.

Yes, I'm sorry you lost, Henry. Oh, it's
all right. It's all right. Well, good

night, John. I want to thank you very
much.

Are you supposed you're going to manage
lunch next week, Henry? The plaza has a

businessman special every Thursday.

I know, darling.

Um, call me, Henry. I'll remind him. He
always forgets everything.

Well, you know that.

That's a very human failing, my dear.
Oh, it was heaven to have you.

You know, you're a very unusual person,
Alice.

Oh, heavens, Mr. Norton, you mustn't
flatter me. I'm a very simple person.

Oh, no, my dear.

Anything but simple.

Good night. Good night.

Does he always leave so early?

No. Oh, I suppose it was that heavy
dinner that made him sleepy.

Veal stew does that.

I don't think it was the stew.

But I do think it was a pity you tried
to improve his gin game.

Oh, darling, I only told him I'd arrange
his hand.

Alice. Henry's an old man. He likes to
play cards the way he's always played

cards. But, darling, if you're going
to... And I think it was a pity, too,

you told him so much about how you've
tried to reform me since we've been

married. I mean, how I forget everything
and lose everything.

That's true.

Alice, Norton's rich.

He's thinking of transferring all his
business to me because he's not

with the lawyers he has now.

Oh, nothing I said could have changed
his mind. I simply said that you'd

over all those bad habits.

Yes, you told him that, too.

Well, then what's worrying you?

Possibly the idea that Norton might
think a man whose wife has to look after

as though he were feeble -minded might
not be a very reliable lawyer to give

business to.

Oh, dear.

I wish you'd drop me a hint at dinner.

Why? Well, then I would have told him
what a wonderful lawyer you are. The

is he'd like to find that out for
himself.

Darling, I need some new business.

Don't you realize how few new clients I
get? Nobody comes to the office anymore.

Oh, well, this town, you know... It's
not this town.

Besides, I like Norton.

I'd like him to have confidence in me.

Oh, well, it's all right, darling. We'll
just ask him to get in again and be

especially nice to him, and that's it.

Why are you sleeping? Are you going to
come to bed?

No, I, uh... I think I'll stay down
here. I want to think something up. All

right, but don't be long.

And darling, do remind Ethel to bring up
my cocoa.

Good night.

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Went along with the spider and sat down
beside her and frightened Miss Muffet

away. Oh, John.

Good morning.

Have you had breakfast?

Bacon and eggs.

Did Mrs. Bates remember to turn your
eggs over?

Yes, Mrs.

Bates remembered to turn my eggs over.

What are you going to do today?

Oh, I don't know. I may go and see
Walter.

Walter? Do you know, he's let their girl
go.

Madge is doing all the housework
herself.

Yes, I knew it. And it's made a wreck of
it.

Do you realize Madge is five years
younger than I am, and she's already

well, 20 years older. The least Walter
can do is, oh, let her go on her rest at

one of those wonderful health resorts.

Alice. What?

Don't. Don't what?

Don't see Walter.

I'm serious.

All I was going to do is talk to him.
Alice, listen, please don't interfere in

his and Madge's life.

I'm not interfering.

What else would you call it?

Well, somebody has to talk to Walter.
After all, if Madge fell down in the

and a car was coming, what... It's not
the same thing.

To me, it is. I'd be saving her. Anyway,
I heard about a wonderful health

resort. Something near Lake Tahoe where
they put you on diets and give you

massages. Sweetheart, I love you. Do you
believe that?

Well, of course.

And you love me, don't you? You know I
do.

Then for our sake, promise me, and this
time keep your promise, to leave Madge

and Walter alone.

And that includes Evie and Leo.

Don't visit them unless they ask you.

Don't try to manage their affairs. Don't
save them from anything.

John, you sounded so Leo and Evie
presented me.

Would it matter to you?

Oh, I couldn't bear it, darling.

Why? Well, to be so ungrateful of them.
You know I'm always trying to do things

for them.

That's just the point.

Sweetheart, people change after they've
grown up.

And married. And have children.

They like to be left alone.

They wouldn't want to unless they
stopped loving me. John, don't tell me

everybody stopped loving me.

No, darling.

But I want you to make that promise. To
please me.

I might... I might do something violent
if you don't.

What?

Murder you.

Oh, silly.

All right, I promise.

That's exactly what Madge needs, Walter.
Complete rest and quiet.

And then they get you up at 7 o 'clock
in the morning and make you exercise in

the woods. That's a charming idea.

And while Madge is away, I'll take care
of Betty and Jeffrey. You know, I don't

think Madge understands Betty. I'll take
her to church and to those Spanish

missions so she'll love it. Now, Alice.
What is it, Walter?

I can't afford it.

Well, of course you can. It's only $500.

Well, I haven't got $500.

What? Well, you have all that oil stock.
Sell some of it.

I've already sold that.

You haven't?

Two years ago.

I speculated.

Please try and understand, Alice.

I love my wife.

It kills me to see our hard matches
working.

But I haven't got the $500.

I owe my creditors. I owe the
government.

The market cleaned me out.

Hello? Yeah, she's here.

It's John.

Oh, darling.

What?

Well, John, I mean... Yes, John.

All right, John.

All right, I'll meet you outside, John.
Yes.

Goodbye, John.

Who told you I was at Walter's office?

Ethel?

Ethel heard me telephoning.

Oh, she's worse than Lillian Hall.

Well, aren't you going to talk to me at
all?

Of course, I'll have to see Madge. Just
because Walter's lost all his money, she

has to be a little careful. There's no
reason for lying around on sofas and

playing the martyr.

Where are we going?

Alice, can't you get it through your
head? There's no necessity of saying

anything to Madge. She's a fine woman.
She doesn't need any advice from you.

What's the matter with you? You're
hurting my wrist.

I'm sorry.

I don't think you're sorry at all.

What did I say that was so awful?

Alice, have you ever read any fairy
tales?

Fairy tales?

Yes. There's one about a princess.

She was very beautiful.

She lived in a beautiful castle.

Had a beautiful garden.

But her fairy godmother warned her not
to do one thing.

There was a particular flower in that
garden. She wasn't to pick it.

If she did, she'd lose everything.

Her beauty, castle, everything.

I don't get the point.

Alice, princess, don't touch that
flower, please.

Oh, don't be silly. They only write
fairy stories to keep children out of

mischief.

Yes, and the children never listen to
them.

Thank you.

Who are you calling?

Madge. I want to talk to you.

All right.

I want you to listen to me very
carefully because I'm going to tell you

truth.

What are you doing?

I'm looking at you in the mirror.

Don't look at me in the mirror.

Look at me here. This is where I am.

Is this better?

Alice, I'm going to tell you the truth
about yourself. And I'm going to do it

right now.

Because tomorrow it might be too late.

Why?

Alice, you're a wonderful person.

You're the salt of the earth.

In the ten years I've been married to
you, I've never known you to do anything

dishonorable.

You'd hold your hand in a hot fire for
someone you love.

You'd give away your last nickel for
someone in your family.

I know that.

And I know that now that you've found
out Madge is broke, you'll shower her

presents.

Shower her?

You'll drown her.

You'll be so generous with her that
she'll grit her teeth every time the

delivers another package for me.

That's a strange thing to say.

What I'm trying to tell you, Alice, is
that nobody likes having salt rubbed

their wounds.

Salt rubbed into their wounds?

You never give up an opportunity of
making people feel inferior to you.

You insist on managing their lives, and
then you expect them to be grateful.

Madge has been talking against me,
hasn't she?

No.

What I'm trying to tell you, Alice, is
that you hurt people.

You hurt them continually and
intolerably.

You find out everybody's vulnerable
point and you shoot arrows into it.

poisoned arrows.

You find out what allows people to
survive and you kill it.

Oh, my sister resents me. I knew that
this morning.

Alice. And I suppose Evie has joined the
chorus behind my back.

Yes. Yes, they talk against you. They
have to, to protect themselves.

You are deadly.

That is ridiculous.

Now wait. I've got a lot more to tell
you.

You want to know the real reason you
aren't welcome at Leo's house?

It isn't because of Evie. It's Leo.

Leo can't stand you.

My brother.

He loves you like we all do. But you
frighten him.

Frighten him?

Do you remember that wound he got during
the war?

Yes, I remember.

It was a bad one. I know that. And last
winter he got pneumonia.

I know that too.

He got well.

But a little slowly.

And every day you'd go to the hospital
and you'd sit by him.

And you'd look at him with those
beautiful eyes and you'd say, Leo, are

it isn't that old wound?

And then you'd pause and say, Leo, what
will Evie and Colin do if you have to

give up your practice?

Because I was concerned. Isn't it
natural for me to be concerned?

No, darling, because it is that old
wound. And Leo knew it. And Leo knew

you knew it.

Leo's a doctor. He knows what his
coughing means.

He knows that the next time he gets
pneumonia, he won't recover.

He'll die.

And he doesn't want to die.

People don't, you know.

So the only way he can go on from day to
day is to forget.

To pretend that it's something else.

Smog, the damp air, anything.

Anything but what it really is. His
death notice.

And he knows that every time you come
near him, you manage to remind him of

You make sure you remind him of it.

Leo. How's the cough today?

Leo, you must be careful.

If you knew how many times Evie has
called me and asked me to please, please

keep you away from him.

So?

What does that mean?

You've joined them. You've joined the
conspiracy, too.

There's no conspiracy.

You torture Leo.

That's why Colin hates you.

No, Colin.

Colin loves his father.

And he knows that every time you go to
his house, you leave his father so

depressed he's ready to cut his throat.

Naturally, he hates you, and you hate
him.

That simply is not true.

It is.

You hate Colin because he tries to come
between you and Leo.

Because he tries to protect his father.

And you love Betty because you can use
her against Madge.

Have you quite finished?

Not quite.

Well, I think maybe you'd better sleep
in the guest room.

Haven't you listened to anything I've
said?

Don't you understand what's happened to
us?

We've no friends. Don't you realize
that?

People are afraid of you.

Look what you did to old Henry Norton.

Look how your own mother had to leave
this town because you made her feel that

you were ashamed of her.

How can you say that?

It's true.

She went to Leo crying that you made her
feel that she belonged either in the

coffin or home for the agent.

Stop it. Stop that.

Alice,

I'm sorry.

Don't cry.

I want to be liked. I do. And I am at
first. Something happened.

I'm trying to tell you what makes them
change.

Well, it hasn't changed you.

Hasn't it?

No, but what makes me miserable is that
you listen to all these people when

they're trying to be spiteful about me.

Don't you feel that anything I've said
is true?

No, I don't. I can't stop seeing Madge
and Leo.

Why not?

I wouldn't want them to think I don't
have any family feeling, and I do a

deal. Are you still going to talk to
Madge about Walter's stock losses? Well,

course. Why?

Well, I found something out about Walter
that makes it necessary.

What?

Well, he speculated for a reason. He
needed that extra money.

For what?

A woman.

The blonde in Fresno.

He found out about that.

He broke that off two years ago.

And two years ago, he lost his money.

You could have a lot of fun with that,
couldn't you?

Madge would probably leave Walter.

She loves him.

But a little heart -to -heart talk with
you would kill that.

And Walter, he's pretty down.

He doesn't have much left.

All he has to hang on to is Madge.

Take that away and he'd really fall.

All the way down.

Yes, you sure could have a lot of fun
with a little item like the blonde in

Fresno. But I couldn't possibly keep
this a secret from Madge. She'd never

forgive me even if it weren't my duty to
tell her.

Alice.

Alice, listen.

Will you do one thing for me, please?

What? Let's sell this house. Let's go to
Europe.

Let's forget about your family, this
town. Let's give ourselves one last

will you please?

Are you joking?

I've never meant anything more seriously
in my whole life. You mean sell all my

beautiful things, leave my family,
wander around Europe as though I were a

criminal? How can you even ask such a
thing?

Forgive me.

I was being stupid.

I've said some cruel things, and they
were useless to me.

But it's all over now.

I'm back to where I was before you went
away.

we have dinner?

No, I'm tired.

You know how talking exhausts me.

Oh, and darling, do tell Ethel to bring
up my cocoa.

Oh, darling.

Did you remember to ask Ethel to bring
up my cocoa?

Yeah.

Aren't you having dinner either?

No, I'm having a drink. That's all I
wanted.

John?

Mm -hmm?

Found a tube of white powder in your
tweed jacket.

What is it?

That's something I picked up at Leo's.

What's it for?

Sleep.

Oh, haven't you been sleeping well
lately?

Not very.

Oh.

I tasted it.

You did?

It's horrid.

Does it work?

If you know the right amount, it does.

I haven't been using the right amount.

But if you use the right amount, it
works.

Why didn't you ask Leo?

He could have prescribed the right dose.

Come in.

It's your cocoa, Mrs. Pemberton.

Oh, is it the new kind?

Yes, ma 'am.

Oh, put it right down there, please.

Will that be all, ma 'am?

That's all, thank you. Oh, Ethel, don't
forget to turn the lights off

downstairs.

Yes, ma 'am.

Good night.

Oh, look at that, really.

Finger marks all over the pot.

Ethel's getting so careless lately, I
tell you, it takes all my time just

looking after her.

I don't know, you just can't get anybody
these days. You have to do a role

yourself, really. Where are you going?

What's Ethel doing in the guest room?

She's shitty.

Just checking. Night.

Oh, you must be dreaming. She's gone
downstairs.

Darling, did you have to leave that
there?

I'll get it in a minute.

Take your medicine?

Don't worry about me.

Drink your cocoa.

This brand tastes worse than the last.

Finish it.

You didn't have any dinner.

What are you doing?

I'm going to wash the cup and saucer and
rinse out the pot.

Whatever for?

I don't really know.

It won't help, but I don't care.

Oh, darling, you're forgiven.

It's all right.

I mean about the guest room.

You don't have to sleep there.

I'd be too lonely.

Darling, don't bother with that. That's
Ethel's job.

to Carl.

We always patch things up.

Leo said, why didn't we all have dinner
together in the forest?

Don't you think that'd be nice?

Mm -hmm.

We could ask Walter and Madge, too.

I think families ought to have dinner
together at least once a week, don't

We could have the cook do something very
special.

Aren't you coming to bed?

Well, don't stay up all night.

In case you hadn't guessed, that was the
end of our story.

At least that is all we intend to show.

The scene in which John turns himself
into the police is, of course, an

part of the story. But we feel it would
be in poor taste to show it.

We have not yet come to the end of our
commercials.

However, I shall do what I can to pep
them up a bit.