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("Alfred Hitchcock" theme music)

(dramatic music)

- Good evening, and welcome
to the Forest Primeval.

You can see that there are times

when a forester like myself

must be both tree
surgeon and plumber.

This particular pair
of trees is interesting

because although scarcely
more than a few feet apart,

one is hot and the other cold.

By the way, these are
not maple trees, hemlock.

It's in great demand among
intellectuals these days.

We also package up a
gift bottle for students

who wish to remember
their teachers.

This evenings tale is
about a charming little boy

and his parents who might
be the family next door

though I sincerely hope not.

But first we wish to
demonstrate a new product

for breaking up parties

or getting rid of
visiting relatives.

We call it the
handy-dandy room emptier.

You know it as a
television commercial.

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

(dog barking)

(Eddie chuckling)

- Can't catch a butterfly.

(Eddie chuckling)

- Easy, son.

He's just like a human being.

He likes a little teasing,

but after a while, it begins
to get under his skin.

His name's Charlie.

What's yours?

- Eddie.

- I'm Mr. Nelson, Ed.

Kind of hoped there'd be
a little boy next door

when we moved in.

Charlie's crazy about
fellas your age.

I'll let you take him for a
little walk later, if you like.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

(dog barks and growls)

- Eddie!

Eddie!

Eddie!

(birds chirping)

Can I give you a hand?

I'm Jack Stander.

- Bill Nelson.

- Bill, good to know you.

I mean that.

Give me some of the junk

and point me in the
right direction.

- No, that's all right.

This is all the
loose stuff we have.

The movers took care
of everything else.

- Hey, you lucky dog you!

Your wife's a real knockout.

- This is my wife Janet.

Jan--
- Jack Stander, Jan.

- How do you do, Mr.
Standers, nice to meet you.

- Hey, none of that Jack to you.

I'm the little boy next door.

You're gonna see a lot of me.

- That's fine.

Bill, please keep
an eye on them.

They're bringing in the Hi-Fi.

- Oh, I saw my kid horsing
around out here with your mutt.

Did he ask permission?

- He's welcomed to play
with Charlie anytime.

- He should have
asked permission.

He knows better than that.

- Excuse me.

- It's all right.

- No, I want him to apologize.

- No, really.
- Eddie!

He usually snaps to when he
hears his master's voice.

I mean, that kid
is really trained.

Catch them early and drum it
into them that's my theory.

Eddie!

- He'll turn up.

You know kids.

- Yeah.

- Bill, please.

- Say, how about dropping over

after you get
everything squared away.

You know, meet the wife?

- Well, that's really very
kind of you Mr. Stander, but.

- Don't try to do
everything the first day.

Moving can be a drag, I know.

We moved three
times in five years.

- [Mover] Hey, will
somebody sign this?

- Well, look you're busy.

I won't hold you up.

I'll tell Barbara to expect you.

- [Janet] If we do get
things under control.

- Give me a yell
if you need a hand.

- [Bill] Thanks a lot.

- [Mover] How about it?

- (grunts) Hold your horses.

- Honey.

- Can't you see through that
grumbling routine of theirs?

Those clowns are just trying

to get a heavy tip out
of you just because

I did list the washer and
dryer in the basement.

Well, don't give them a thing.

See how they like it.

(birds chirping)

- You sign here.

All it says is we
delivered the furniture

and didn't break it
up for firewood, okay.

The company will
send you the bill.

- Uh, look.

I appreciated the washer and
the dryer all the extra work.

- That's alright, pal.

Don't mention it.
- No, no, no I mean it.

Split this with the other
fellas and have a drink on me.

- Well, thanks, pal.

Take it easy now.

(engine revving)

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

- Great place for a
workshop down there.

- You gave those movers a tip.

Well, I'm gonna
call that company

and tell them what I think
of their lousy service.

- Look don't do that
you'll get somebody fired.

- You let everyone
walk all over you.

- [Bill] Forget it, will you.

- I swear you're scared
of your own shadow.

- Thank you very much.

I love you too.

- Oh, honey I'm sorry.

You know I didn't mean that.

It's just that five dollars

when they didn't
deserve five cents.

- Three dollars that's
all I gave them.

- What happened to my five?

- What do you mean I
gave them my money?

- You didn't take
it out of my purse?

- No.

- I'm missing five dollars.

- Well, you probably spent it.

Forgot all about it.

(telephone ringing)

Jan.

- Hello.

Yes, he is just a
moment Phillips.

Bill, it's Mr. Phillips.

Come on.

- Hello, Mr. Phillips.

Yes, we are thank you very much.

Well, I imagine so.

(fingernails scraping)

- I'm Eddie.

- Well, it's nice
to meet you, Eddie.

Don't you think you should knock

instead of scratching
like a dog?

- I am a dog?

- Good for you.

- No, I'm just kidding.

- Is there anything you want?

- No.

Why you need any help?

You know, go to the
store for you, anything?

- Eddie, that's
very sweet of you.

But I don't think so.

Maybe another time.

- [Bill] Well, be sure to
bring your wife, won't you?

- Would you like
some hard candy?

- [Eddie] Sure.

- Better ask your father you
don't wanna spoil your lunch.

- Your dog's still
tied up out there.

Can I walk him for you?

- [Bill] Goodbye.

- [Eddie] Mr. Nelson,
said it'd be okay.

- Yeah, that's nice, Eddie.

Why don't you do that.

(door thuds)

Well?

- Nothing.

Just he wanted to know
if we got in all right.

If we needed anything
for the house.

- Well, he's going out of
his way to be nice to you.

That means he's
got plans for you.

- (scoffs) Don't snap
at every little bone

that guy tosses our way.

He's got no plans for me

except to keep me right
where I am under his thumb.

- Well, at least we can hope.

Work on him a little.

- Jan, that's not me.

I'm no wheeler and dealer.

I can't manipulate people.

- You don't know who you are

or what you can
do until you try.

The next time you wanna
give somebody a tip

and I start to behaving like
the Queen of the Shrews,

you just haul off and
drop me with a left hook.

Perk up.

This is our day!

This is the house we
have been dreaming about

and now here it is our houses.

You know, this house
is going to give you

just the lift you need.

Just one little push and
then you'll be project chief,

and then the planning
board and then who knows.

(dog whimpering)

- Charlie?

- I let the boy
next door walk him.

(dog whimpering and barking)

(dog whimpering and barking)

- Hey, take it easy, pal.

I just painted that
garage last month.

- Your boy his my dog in there.

- Okay, Eddie, open up.

Alright boy, what are you doing?

- Just walking the dog.

- [Jack] In the garage!

- Charlie.
- I was showing him

your new forest green
sports car, Dad.

You know, I show everyone
your new sports car.

Even dogs.

Well, Mrs. Nelson
said I could walk him.

Isn't that right, Mr. Nelson?

- You're alright, huh?

- He said your wife
let him walk the mutt.

Is that right?

- [Bill] Yeah, sure.

- [Jack] Well, then
what's the big fuss?

- [Bill] No, it's just--

- Anything wrong walking a dog?

I mean, the way you were
banging at that door,

you shook me up a little buddy.

- He was howling like
he might have been hurt.

- Well, I guess he was
scared of the dark.

He pulled away from me

and started running
around in circles.

It's a real crazy dog.

Scared of the dark.

- [Barbara] Jack,
lunch is ready.

- I better buzz.

So don't forget
to come on later.

You're having a rough day, boy.

You're gonna need a
little pick me up.

See you.

Okay, Eddie, come on.

(dramatic music)

- Eddie.

(car tires screeching)

(car door thuds)

(Bill chuckling)

Haven't you had dinner?

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on.

In we go.

Come on, boy.

- No, no, no, no.
- Hmm?

- Let's have a baby.

- The things you think about
while you're making dinner.

- I'm serious.

- Fine.

- Well, you're in a good mood.

- I finally bearded
the lion in his den.

- The library organization
you showed it to Phillips?

- And I have
something to show you.

- What?

- Yeah, I left something
out in the car.

- Well, what did he say?

Don't keep me in suspense.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

Bill?

Bill, what happened.

- I caught him in
my glove compartment

stealing the
parking meter money.

- He's the one that stole my
five dollars, that little brat.

Bill, you better go over
and tell his parents.

- (stammering) I
don't know, honey.

We're gonna have
to live next door

to those people a long time.

- I know that, but you
just can't let it go.

Let him think he
can get away with.

(gentle music)

- Did you ever see anything?

- Bill, he's a disturbed child.

Look at these.

- He's weird, all right.

- A child like that
could be dangerous.

- Well, he may be
going through a stage.

Adolescence, fantasy
worlds they grow out of it.

- We just can't let it go.

- Well, do we have
to tell the Standers?

Maybe it'll all blow over
if I just talk to the boy?

- You better do it now.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(doorbell buzzing)

- Oh, Bill.

Jack's not home yet.

He's breaking in a new salesman.

- Is Eddie around?

I just wanted to see him
out here for a few seconds.

- Eddie?

I'd ask you to come in,
but the house is a mess.

Eddie!

He ran in just a second ago.

Oh, he's probably in the garage.

It's a riot.

That garage is his second home.

Well, keeps him
out for underfoot.

He plays at driving his
father's sports car.

You know kids.

- Well, thanks, Barbara,
I'll check the garage.

- Anything I can do to help?

- No, no, it's
nothing important.

- Well, I'll tell Jack
you were asking for him.

(dramatic music)

- Eddie.

Now this is just between us.

I'm not trying to scare you.

I'm not gonna punish you.

I just wanna talk to you

as if you were my
boy, do understand?

Now look, Eddie, what
you've done is wrong.

We both know that,
but there's no reason

to make a lot of
trouble over it.

Because, you see, I think
that you and I can be friends.

Maybe you'd like to
come with me next time

I go fishing up
in the mountains.

Would you like that, Ed?

Okay, I won't ask
you for the money

you took that first day out
of Mrs. Nelson's pocketbook.

We'll forget that, and
maybe you can help me

with a few little jobs
down in the workshop.

But I do want you to
show that you trust me.

So, give me back what you
took just a few minutes ago,

and we'll wipe the slate clean.

- I never took nothing.

- Eddie, now don't lie to me.

Because I caught you
in the car red-handed.

- I never took nothing.

I was just looking at
your dirty old car.

- Don't lie.

- You're the liar.

- What are these?

What about these, Ed,
are these lies too?

Now look, can't you
see I wanna help you?

- You're a dirty liar.

- Alright, this thing's
gonna end right here and now.

You listen to me, I'm
gonna talk to your father.

- You say one word to him,

I'll kill your dog.

- Listen you so much
as touch Charlie,

and I'll give you a beating
you'll never forget.

You hear me!

(dramatic music)

- I'll kill him.

I'll kill your dog.

Then I'll kill you.

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- Hi, beautiful.

Hubby home?

- He's upstairs.

- Well, it's nothing important.

I got a real jolt today.

They're taking away my territory

and giving me the
whole district.

District Sales Manager
how about that?

Hear that, buddy.

Not bad for a little
boy next door, huh?

Listen, I'd take the
whole bunch of us

out on the town the celebrate,

but Barbara's whining about me

not spending enough
time at home.

So what do you say you all
come over to our place tonight,

and we'll swill a
little champaign and
play Spin The Bottle?

Hey, better get back.

Wife's in one of her moods.

- Jack, can you spare a second?

This is pretty important.

- Sure.

What's the problem?

- (sighing) It's Eddie.

- Oh?

- I had a little talk
with Eddie today.

- I know, he told me.

He told me the whole thing
as soon as I got home today.

I don't like it.

I was willing to
let it go this time,

but since you
brought it up, okay.

Let's get one thing straight.

I'm the kid's father.

If anything's
wrong, you tell me.

I'll punish him, not you.

- But I never punished him.

- You tore a couple of
buttons off his shirt.

You pinched his arms.

- I held him,

and I talked to him that's all.

- Alright, we won't make
a big thing out of it.

Just remember, I'm his father.

- Fine.

But what are you
going to do about him?

- What do you mean, "What
am I gonna do about him?"

I'm not gonna do
anything about him.

- Here.

What about these?

- He told me about that.

Some other lousy kid
gave him that garbage.

- These are typewriter
second sheets.

They've got your
company's name on them.

- So, the other kid made
him get them out of my desk.

- Just look at them.

You don't have to
be a psychiatrist

to see what a sick
boy you've got.

- What do you mean?

- Just look at them.

- You look at them!

My Eddie had nothing to do it!

He swore to me!

When he was only four-years-old,

that kid got his in a
way he'll never forget.

Do you know from
that day to this,

that kid has never lied to me!

He knows better
than to lie to me!

Now you understand, right?

No need to ever
bring it up again.

Sometimes it's good to bring
these things out in the open.

You know, get it off our chests

that way there's
no hard feelings.

Okay, buddy, I'll
see you after dinner.

- Jack!

(suspenseful music)

- Don't make a mess.

(dramatic music)

- Hi.
- Hello.

(women chatting)

(fingernails scraping)

(tense music)

- Thanks, Abe.

If we can take a
half a day every day,

this would be a decent job.

See you in the morning.

(suspenseful music)

Honey, I'm home!

(dramatic music)

Janet?

(dramatic music)

- Most people like to
patronize their local stations

to assure everyone that
they are doing just that.

We have the following
station identification.

For years the producers
of television stories

have been striving for
greater and greater realism.

While the commercials
have been slowing becoming

more and more fantastic
and incredible.

These two forces
have been moving

inextricably toward each other

until our viewers can
no longer distinguish

between reality and illusion.

As any lay psychologist knows,
this is extremely serious.

One not only must have a program

in order to tell the players,

but if you aren't careful,

one of the player will
sell you something.

Therefore, be warned.

We now have a minute of fact

followed by two acts of fiction.

(dramatic music)

- Bill.

He's coming over.

(doorbell ringing)

Well?

- Swears his boy had
nothing to do with it.

Says he was with
him all afternoon.

- We told you he'd say that.

That's what he said
to me own the phone.

- The fact remains
you didn't actually

see the child kill your dog.

If you wanna go any
further with this,

I'm afraid your husband's
gonna have to come down

to the precinct
sign a complaint.

- [Janet] Bill?

- Your neighbor made
some charges of his own.

Says you've been
picking on the boy,

bothering him,
slapping him around.

We'll have to look
into that too.

- That's ridiculous.

- Well, that's what he
says about your dog story.

It's your word against his.

- And that makes me furious.

Can't you see that he's lying?

- Don't blame me, lady.

I'm just doing my job.

I'll wait in the car
for your husband.

- Never mind.

I'll drop the charge.

- Yeah.

Maybe that's better all around.

Goodnight.

- He killed Charlie.

- I know.

- So what do we do now?

What can we do?

- Sell the house.

(scoffs softly)

- Runaway.

- It's not running away.

It's just being sensible.

- Yeah.

- It's the only
rational thing to do.

We'll just stay away
from that little monster

and keep him away from
us until we can move out.

- Little monster.

I wonder if it's that simple.

- Don't waste your
sympathy on him.

- What is the matter with me?

What?

Soon as that cop
started talking about

what Standers said
what I did to Eddie,

you know, I just sat
there like a criminal.

I was scared.

That kid, Eddie.

I tried to reach him.

I don't know like you said,

"I'm scared of my own shadow."

- Honey.

Honey, don't say
things like that.

You're not like that.

You're not like that at all.

- Well, I'm going up, honey.

- Why don't you get
into your pajamas,

and I'll fix us
something to eat.

- No, no thanks.

- It's no trouble.

- Jan, please stop
protecting me.

Don't make it easy
for me to be weak.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

- Is that who I am,

the Great Earth Mother
smothering you in her embrace?

- I don't mean it that way.

I was just talking
to hear myself talk.

Remember our honeymoon

when I wore this to
dinner at the lodge.

- Oh, saints preserve
us to shamrock, huh?

- You said it didn't suit me.

Not at all the
kind of thing your

grimly conservative husband.

- See even then I
was a terrible shrew

trying to run your life.

- Yeah, a good luck charm.

At least that's what
my father said it was

when he gave it to me.

I was 12.

That's when he disappeared.

Six months later I
got a Christmas card

from the other to
end of the world.

But I never heard
from him again.

You know, for the longest time

I thought it was
something that I'd done

that drove him away.

Then I'd take out this
solid gold hunk of charm,

and I'd look at it and
think he must have loved him

or he never would've
given it to me.

But I didn't really believe it.

I know it's childish,
but I used to think

if I had a boy someday
I'd give this to him,

and I'd make it mean more than
just a gaudy piece of junk

because I'd be there
whenever he needed me.

Kids need a father.

That's why I don't
want children.

I just don't think
I'm good enough.

- [Janet] Sweetheart, what
kind of a thing is that to say?

- It's true.

Look what happened today.

Charlie, dad, Eddie.

I feel guilty about that boy.

I don't know why, but I do.

I wanted to help
him, and I couldn't.

Why is it that I can't just once

take my life and shake it

and make it what
I want it to be?

- You can't lie beside
a man for six years

and not know what
kind of a man he is.

You're a wonderful husband,

and you are going to
be a wonderful father.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

Hello.

Yes, just a moment,
Mr. Phillips.

He's down in the basement.

Yes, just a moment.

Bill!

(drill whirring)

Bill.

Mr. Phillips is on the phone.

- Saturday?

Huh.

(imitating drill whirring)

Sure, Mr. Phillips.

I'll be there.

Right, goodbye.

Hey, honey.

He wants me to join him and
Mr. Tabor in a round of golf.

- When?
- Right away.

He says they're interested
in the reorganization plan.

Wanted to talk to me about it.

- Oh, honey, that
means they're excited.

They can't even
wait till Monday.

- I don't know, honey.

I'm afraid to hope.

(birds chirping)

(car door thuds)

- Bill!

(engine revs)
Bill, wait!

You've gotta have
your golf shoes.

Can't look like a peasant.

- Thanks.

(birds chirping)

- [Janet] Good luck
and knock them dead.

- Jan.
- Huh?

- Listen why don't you
come along with me?

We'll make a day of it.

- Honey, I can't, I've
got a house to clean.

Besides how is it gonna look

you showing up at a
business conference

with the Great Earth
Mother trailer beside you.

- Would you do something
I want for a change.

- What's the matter with you?

- I don't want you here alone.

- Oh, Bill, that's ridiculous.

You don't think
Eddie's a danger to me.

- He killed Charlie.

- That's the act of a
nasty spiteful little brat.

That doesn't mean he's
a potential murderer.

- [Bill] Look, Jan, I
just don't want you here.

- Anyway, it is their
probable not ours.

Look there is nothing
to worry about.

Besides they're away next door.

Honey, I'll lock all the doors

if it's gonna make
you feel better.

Now come on don't
spoil this lovely day.

Give me a smile, a kiss, and
get the heck out of here.

Call me from the club, so I'll
know when to start dinner.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(drill whirring)

(drill whirring)

(dramatic music)

(screaming loudly)
(body thudding)

(dramatic music)

(drill whirring)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

(drill whirring)

(Janet groaning)

(gentle music)

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

(Janet screaming)

(suspenseful music)

(gentle music)

- Doc, how is she?

- She's resting I
gave her a sedative.

She'll be fine now.

But it was a
terrifying experience.

It's going to take
a little while

for her to shack the effects.

- Why didn't you call me sooner?

- She wanna let me.

- Bill.

Jan told me everything
that's been going on

since you moved in here.

So I phoned next door.

The father Stander
hung up on me.

I heard him take off
in his sports car.

So I called his wife.

She's swore they
haven't seen the boy.

But the husband was out looking
for him in the neighborhood.

I explained to her that
they should surrender him

to the police because
I was going to make

a full medical report
to the juvenile bureau.

Now that boy obviously
needs psychiatric help.

- Psychiatrist help!

You sound like me.

Old lily-livered, Bill,

with his no such thing
as a bad boy routine.

What good is psychiatric help

when you've got a little monster

like that running around lose?

What's he gonna do next?

Who's he gonna kill, huh?

Maybe your little daughter?

- Easy, pal, the
state you're in---

- Don, I've had it.

This time I'm
gonna do something.

(car engine revving)

(car engine backfiring)

No, it's all right.

It's alright, sweetheart.

It's just Stander and
that lousy sports car.

Come on.

Lie back.

- I'm sorry.

I'm fine really.

- I know.

I know.

You rest.

I'll be downstairs
if you need me.

- Where are you going?

Please don't go over there.

- I have to.

- [Janet] Please.

- I have to, Jan.

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

- What do you want?

If it's about that ridiculous
charge against Eddie,

see my lawyer.

- Now where is he?

Where's Eddie?

- I don't know, but it's a lie!

I know he couldn't have
done a thing like that!

I told him never to go
near your place again,

and that boy obeys me.

I mean, he learned his
lesson early and he knows.

- What do you mean, "He knows?"

All you've done all
his life is spoil him,

protect him, make
excuses for him.

What kind of a father are you?

- Don't tell me!

Don't tell me I didn't
raise him right.

I made him learn, I made him.

He was four-years-old, and I
caught him in a bare-faced lie.

I forget what it was, but
it was a dirty little lie.

I say to him, "Eddie.

"Every time you lie to me,

"I'm gonna slap you across
the face as hard as I can."

And I slapped him right across
the face as hard as I could.

You know what that
little idiot did?

He tried to hit me back!

So I said to myself,

"You just nip this
right in the bud.

"You just show him
that he's never,

"and I mean never to raise
a hand to his father again."

I dragged that kid
over the stove.

We were in the kitchen, see.

There was a big pot of
boiling water on the burner.

I took that kid's hand, the
hand that he hit me with,

and I forced it down
into the boiling water.

That may sound cruel to you,

but do you know that
kid has never lied to me

from that day to this.

I mean, that kid has
never lied to me!

Now you know, right?

Now you know why my Eddie

never could've done
anything wrong!

- When I came in here just now,

I was looking for
a little monster.

I mean, I felt I wanted to
kill him with my bare hands.

Now all I know is
that he needs help.

If you won't give him
help, I guess, I feel

responsible enough to
know it's got to be me.

- If I won't help me, what
are you talking about?

- Something's gonna happen
between you and Eddie,

and then it'll be too late.

You can stand there, and
you can yap, yap, yap

until you're blue in the
face, but he needs your help!

- He needs this,
that's what he needs!

That's all he's ever needed.

He's gonna change.

He's gonna straighten out.

If everybody would
just get off my back,

I'd solve this thing!

- Jack, he's a
tormented little boy!

- Will you shut up!

Will you just shut up!

Don't you think I know?

Don't you think I
live with that kid?

See him watching me all the
time defying me with his eyes,

creeping around like
a little animal!

What do you want me to do
put him away somewhere?

He's my own flesh and blood.

He's gonna be all right.

We just keep him in line, see.

We just keep him in line.

We just keep it hushed up, see,

and he'll grow out of it.

He's got to.

He's mine.

Whatever else he is, he's mine.

The car!

He's trying to burn
up my sports car?

Get some water!
- Water!

- Water!

Air I can't breathe!

He's trying to kill me!

(men coughing)

- No, Jack!

- Open this door!

- Jack come on.
- Eddie, Eddie!

Open this door!

Open up I said!

- Jack!
- Eddie, Eddie!

- No, Jack.

(sirens blaring)

- [Eddie] Let me
go I'll kill you!

(boy grunting)

I'll kill you!

- Eddie.

Eddie, don't.

I'm gonna help you.

I'm your father.

I wanna help you.

- You help him.

How can you help him?

I had to call them.

They're here to take my baby.

- It's alright, Eddie.

It's all right.

The police won't hurt you.

They have doctors
who can help you.

Help you change the
way you feel inside.

Hey.

Eddie, look.

See.

I wanna give you this.

It's supposed to
bring a person luck.

My father gave it to
me a long time ago,

and I wanna give it to you.

Here.

Now maybe it'll remind you

that you can count on
me as a friend always

just as you can count on
your mother and your father.

(sobbing deeply)

Your dad loves you, Eddie.

- Let me take him.

I'll take him.

My baby.

My baby.

Mother loves you, baby.

Just let me have
him for a minute.

(gentle music)

- Go on.

Stay with him he
needs you, Jack.

- Hey, we don't need that
ladder send her home.

- Give me some more of
that hose there, will you?

- Yeah, we got it licked now.

- What do you figure
a fire bug or what?

- The cop says the kid
who lives here did it.

Wanted to burn up his
old man's sports car.

- Boy, how crazy
can you get, huh?

(dramatic music)

- I should be pleased with
this amazing response.

But I'm not getting
what I anticipated.

Unfortunately, it's
turning out to be oil.

We have only a little bit
of story left this evening

and that seems to
consist of small segments

of next week's show.

We shall show it
to you in a moment.

(dramatic music)

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