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Good evening.

Tonight we have
another treat

for those of you who enjoy
a peek behind the scenes.

I’m sure
most of you imagine

that years of thought
and work

go behind the creation

of a television
situation comedy series.

You are absolutely correct.

However,
modern science has managed

to distill and concentrate
all this work

into this small package.

Instant situation comedy.

All you do
is to add water,

you don’t even have to stir.

Contains the ingredients
for a complete cast

together
with recorded laughter

and a large supply
of the following--

"Retorts, witty.

Replies, devastating.

Quips, modest.

Reproofs, parental.

Mots, bons.

And takes, double.

All that is necessary,

is to slice the results

into 39 segments."

That is what I would term
a population explosion.

I better come in with you,
you might need me.

I’ll never forgive myself
if anything’s happened to her.

Mrs. Evans, what’s happened?

It’s all right, Lucy.
She’s fine.

-Hello, Arthur.
-But the doctor’s here.

She insisted that I call him.

It might not have been
necessary,

but I thought
I’d better humor her.

-Thank goodness you were here.
-I just stopped by.

I thought you might’ve like
a little company.

Oh, thank you very much.

Oh, what are neighbors for?

[woman]
Lucy, is that you?

-[Lucy] Coming, Mama.
-I’ll wait down here.

[Lucy] Yes, you better.

[Mama]
Don’t look so frightened, dear.
I’m all right now.

Are you sure, Mother?

Perfectly sure.
Isn’t that right, Dr. Larson?

-Quite right.
-You see?

Did you have
a nice evening, dear?

It was all right.

-How’s Arthur?
-He’s fine.

And his mother?

She hasn’t been to see me
for the longest time.

Well, she’s so far out
in the country, Mother.

Arthur, he scarcely
ever sees her himself.

[chuckles]
She’s such an active woman.

Must be wonderful
to be able to get around
like that.

Can I get you something,
Mother?

Well, a cup of tea
would be nice.

All right.

I’m sure Dr. Larson
would like some coffee.

No, thanks,
I must be getting on.

Goodnight, Mrs. Baldwin.

[Mama]
Thank you, doctor.

I didn’t do a thing.

-Goodnight, Lucy.
-I’ll see you to the door.

I will be right back, Mother.

She is all right,
isn’t she, doctor?

You know as well as I, Lucy,

that she didn’t have
an attack.

It was staged
for your benefit.

Because I was out
with Arthur.

Because you were out at all.

Lucy,
if you take my advice,

you’ll stop giving into her.

You can’t stay cooped up
in this house
24 hours a day.

I’d feel so guilty
if anything happened to her,
here alone.

Nothing’s going to happen
to her.

About time
you started thinking
about yourself, young lady.

I think about myself
all the time.

[Dr. Larson]
Then stop thinking
and start doing.

It’s all wrong, Lucy,
what you’re letting happen.

I know it was a bad day.
She was very restless.

Well, I’ll see to it
that it’s not a bad night.

Here, put one teaspoon
in her tea,

and she’ll sleep
right through.

That way, at least,
you’ll get some sleep.

Thank you, doctor.

Now, remember--
one teaspoon only.
It’s strong stuff.

Goodnight, doctor.

Goodnight.

Well? Satisfied?

[Lucy]
Yeah, she’s all right.

In other words,
the same old thing again.

-Much ado about nothing.
-I’m afraid so.

Well,
that settles it, Lucy.

I can see
you’re never going to do
anything about this,

so I have to.

I’m not going to let you
put off our marriage
any longer.

Darling, you know
I don’t want to.

But you keep on doing it.

Believe me,
your mother doesn’t need you.

Arthur, she thinks she does,
and that’s the same thing,
isn’t it?

No, no, no.

You always worry
about what your mother wants.

But what about what you want?
Or what we want?

You see?

We’re not children anymore.

You don’t have
to tell me that.

[Arthur] All right then.

Look, darling,

I’ve tried to be patient.

I know you have
and I’m very grateful.

Grateful? Well,
there’s nothing
to be grateful about.

I love you
and I want to marry you.

But I won’t wait forever.

Arthur, it won’t be forever.
Just give me

-a little more time.
-No. No, Lucy.

No, I’d made up my mind
even before this happened

that I was going
to settle this tonight
once and for all.

Now, you’ve gotta make
a decision.

You either want to marry me
or you don’t.

And I want your answer
tomorrow.
And I mean it this time.

I won’t ever ask you again.

Goodnight.

[door closes]

You shouldn’t have bothered,
dear.

It wasn’t a bother, Mother.

Lucy,
are you angry with me?

-Why should I be?
-I don’t know,

but you’re certainly
not acting very nicely.

I’m sorry
you were frightened,

but I certainly couldn’t help
having an attack.

Couldn’t you?

[Mama] Well,
that’s a funny thing to say.
Of course not.

I did so want you
to have a nice evening

and not have anything
spoil it.

Oh, stop it, mother,
just stop it.

What kind of a way is that
for you to talk to me?

You did not want me
to have a nice evening.

You did not want me
to go out at all.

You’re tired, my dear,
or you wouldn’t talk
such nonsense.

Yes, I am tired.

I’m tired of pretending
to believe you

when you lie there
saying one thing
and meaning another.

Lucy...

I’ve never seen you
like this.

Everyone else is running
out of patience today,
why shouldn’t I?

[Mama]
But what have I done?

[thud]

What you always do, Mama.

You were
perfectly impossible
all day today

because I was foolish enough
to tell you

that I was going out
this evening.

And then,
to finish it off,

you pretend
to have a heart attack
when I come home

to make me feel guiltier,

if such a thing is possible.

What a dreadful thing to say.

I suppose Arthur
has been putting these ideas
into your head.

He doesn’t have to.
I’m not a fool,
I just act like one.

[Mama] I don’t think
I care to discuss it
any more tonight.

You’re obviously over-wrought,
and I’m not well enough.

You’re perfectly well enough.

I think I’m more capable
of judging that than you.

[Lucy] And more capable
than the doctor, Mama?

He said there was no reason
for his being called
out here tonight.

Well, that was
highly unethical of him.

No, just honest.

Mama...

don’t you see
what you are doing to me?

I’m 34 years old,

pretty soon I’ll be 35
and then I’ll be 40.

And I’ll still be right here,
I’ll still have nothing.

What did Arthur say
to you tonight
to bring all this on?

It isn’t what he said,
it’s everything.

[Mama]
What did he say?

He said
that he wanted to marry me,

but that he wasn’t going
to wait forever,

that he was asking me
for the last time.

My dear,

that would be by far
the very best thing

-that could happen.
-For whom? You?

No, not for me.
I’m thinking of you.

You mustn’t marry this man.

Or any man.

Isn’t that
what you mean, Mama?

[Mama]
No, it isn’t.

If he were a suitable man

- who was in love with you--
-He’s in love with me.

Oh, my dear.

Don’t make me say things
that will hurt you.

I don’t want to.

I’m only trying
to protect you.

Mama,
I’m going to marry him.

I must say it.

Arthur doesn’t love you.

It’s the money he’s after.

He knows I haven’t any money.

He also knows I have.

I actually believe

that you’d say anything
to get your way.

Oh,
think what you like of me,

but don’t throw away
your life like this.

The money
comes to you when I die,

and I’ve very little time.

-Oh, please.
-[Mama] It’s true,

whether you believe it or not,
I know it.

When that happens,
you can do as you please.

But until then,
I won’t let you

make this dreadful mistake.

It is not a mistake.

[Mama]
Very well then.

If you trust him, tell him.

Tell him you’ll marry him
and when you do,

I’ll change my will.

I’ll leave everything
I have to charity.

That won’t make
any difference.

[Mama]
Then there’s no problem.

Tell him.
Tell him tomorrow.

Or are you afraid to risk it?

-[Mama] Are you?
-Yes, I am afraid.

Look at me.

Why should anybody
want to marry me now?

Are you satisfied? Is that
what you wanted me to say?

My dear,
you’re a lovely woman.

Everyone can’t be
a great beauty.

As you have reminded me
so often, Mama.

-My dear, Lucy.
-Mama,

I don’t care
even if what you say is true,
I want him.

I have got to have someone.

I’ve been by myself
long enough.

[sobbing]

[phone ringing]

-Hello?
-[Arthur] Hello, darling.

Oh, hello, Arthur.

Are you all right?

Yes, I’m all right.

You’re not angry.

No, I’m not angry.

And you do understand
how I feel?

Arthur,
I’m very tired tonight.

I can’t cope with yours
or anyone else’s feelings.

I see.

Then I’m to take it
your answer’s no.

I didn’t say that, Arthur.

I’m very tired,
you’ll have to give me
a little more time.

No, Lucy.
No more time.

Lucy?

Lucy.
Did you hear me?

Yes, Arthur, I heard you.

You’ll have the answer
tomorrow.

Goodnight.

[bell tinkling]

I’m sorry, Mama.

I didn’t mean
to lose my temper.

That’s all right.
We all do one time or another.

It’s better
than bottling everything
up inside.

[Lucy] Perhaps it is.

We’ll forget all about it.

I know you didn’t mean
any of those things you said.

No, I didn’t.

But you did,
didn’t you, Mama?

[Mama]
If you mean about Arthur,
I’m afraid I did.

And I don’t suppose
there’s anything
that I could say

to make you
change your mind.

Not when I know I’m right.

If I was uncertain,
do you think I’d have used
the threat of that money?

I didn’t enjoy that.

I’m sure you didn’t.

But, you’d do it,
wouldn’t you, Mama?

I’d have to.
It’s for your own good.

Well, as you say, Mama,

we’d better just forget
all about it.

[Mama]
Try not to feel too badly.

[Lucy]
Oh, I nearly forgot.

Doctor Larson left you
some medicine, Mama.

He thinks
you need building up.

Two tablespoons.

[Mama]
Much as that?

You can take it
on your tea, Mama.

That way
you won’t taste it.

He thinks he’s humoring me.

Leave the tray, dear.

Goodnight, Lucy.

[Lucy]
Goodnight, Mama.

Lucy. Lucy.

-You forgot the sugar.
-Oh, thank you, Mrs. Evans.

She gets so annoyed
if I forget anything.

[dishes crash]

Lucy.
Lucy, what is it?

What--

I’m afraid she’s gone, dear.

She must have been sicker
than we thought.

But, Mrs. Evans,
she wasn’t sick enough to die.

What are you looking at?

Why is the top doing
off this bottle?

I gave her one teaspoonful.

That’s what she was
supposed to have
and then I closed it.

-I don’t understand.
-Why would she take more?

I warned her not to,
I told her the doctor said--

Mrs. Evans,
why would Mother want to die?

If she did it,
she must’ve done it for you.

You were right
about your mother, Lucy

and we were all wrong.

You said
you’d never leave her

while she was
still alive.

And she wanted you
to marry Arthur
and be happy.

You’ve been so kind,
Mr. Simon, everyone has.

Why shouldn’t they be?

Everyone knew
how devoted you were
to your mother and...

Well, now,
What are your plans?

Well, I don’t really know.

Arthur wants to get married
right away.

You now?
I think you’re lucky.

Having such a dependable man,

standing by you
through all this.

There’s still
so much things to do.

I haven’t even talked to you
about settling the estate.

Oh, you don’t have
to think about that.

-What do you mean?
-Well, I can handle everything

without bothering you.

See, your mother
was very meticulous woman.

She kept all of her bills
paid up and...

the insurance will cover
the cost of the funeral,

and since the annuity
ceases at her death,

there’s really very little
to settle.

-Annuity?
-Well, yes.

Well, you knew that’s
where your mother’s money
came from, didn’t you?

Yes, of course.

Frankly,
I was against your father’s

investing his money
in that fashion, but...

a lawyer can only advise,

and your father
wanted it that way,

-and so did your mother.
-I’m sure she did.

I beg your pardon?

I’m sure mother wanted it

-if father did.
-Oh, yes, of course.

Well, they were both so sure
that you’d be married

and well taken care of.

Well, you see?
They were right.

-[doorbell]
-Yes, weren’t they?

Well, Mr. Simon,
you must let me know

if there’s anything
I have to do.

[Simon] No,
there won’t be a thing.

You just invite me
to the wedding.

I will.

-Hello, darling.
-Hello, Arthur.

Well, Mr. Simon,
I guess I’m here

-just in time to say goodbye.
-Just about.

Goodbye, Miss Baldwin.
Nice to have seen you again,
Mr. Clark.

And good luck
to both of you.

-Thanks.
-Thank you.

Is something wrong?

[Lucy] No.

You were a lot more cheerful
when I left you last night.

-Come on, what is it?
-I don’t want to talk about it.

-Well, Lucy, look, come on.
-Arthur, please.

All right, if you don’t want
to talk about it, you don’t.

Well,
What should we talk about?
Our wedding?

[Lucy] Arthur,
I’m still not sure.

Uh-uh, too late.
Made all arrangements
for Saturday.

-Saturday?
-That’s right.

I’ll give you time
to shop for the trousseau

and do whatever else
you have to do.

My trousseau.

What am I supposed to use
for money?

I don’t understand.

Mother’s money came
from an annuity.

It stopped at her death.
There is nothing left for me.

Just like your mother.

And I’ll bet she didn’t tell
you either, did she?

No.

Lucy...

is that
what this is all about?

Is that why you’re so upset?

Well, darling,
what difference does it make?

I’m not rich,
but I’m not starving either.

Wait a minute, did you think
it would make a difference?

Not really
but I was so frightened.

Oh. [laugh]

You are silly.

Forget about the money.

Let’s talk
about something important,

Like... where we’re going
on our honeymoon.

Wherever you say.

All right,
now, let’s not plan anything.

We’ll get into the car,

we’ll just drive and drive,

wherever we wanna go.

That sounds wonderful.

Just wonderful.

[Mrs. Clark]
Is that you, dears?

Yes, Mother, it’s us.

[woman]
Oh, you look lovely.

I felt so terrible
about missing the wedding.

Is anything the matter,
dear?

Why, Mother,
I didn’t know you were ill.

You mean,
Arthur hasn’t told you?

Of course he hasn’t.

He didn’t want
to spoil your wedding day,

did you, dear?

Mother... she’s been through
so much lately--

Of course. [sigh]

Well, I had this terrible fall

down the cellar steps and...

here I am.

And at my age, dear,

it’s a serious matter.

[Arthur] Mother,
you mustn’t think that way.

[Mrs. Clark]
What way can I think?

It’s terrible to look forward
to being...

bedridden.

Doctor has no idea
when this will heal.

Patience, patience, he says.

Could it be
I’ll have to be patient
for the rest of my days?

I’m so sorry, Mother.

Well,
these things happen.

I certainly am glad
you’ve had so much experience

taking care
of your own mother.

And Lucy, dear,
I want you to know

how sweet you are
to give up your honeymoon.

You don’t mind, do you?

Arthur said you wouldn’t.

You see, he couldn’t
possibly afford

a private nurse for me.

Yes, I can see that.

[Mrs. Clark] Fortunately,

this house is plenty
big enough for all of us.

Now, take off your things
and make some tea,

and we’ll have
our own little celebration.

Just the tree of us.

Arthur, you show her
where to go, dear.

Lucy...
Lucy, wait a minute.

I’m sorry about this.

Arthur, when did your mother
have her accident?

What difference
does that make?

Was it before Mother died?

Well, yes.
I suppose it was.

A day or so before.

A day or so before.

[Mrs. Clark] Lucy.

Lucy dear,
I’m so uncomfortable.

Could you come
and help move me, dear?

She must be in great pain.

We’ll have to ask the doctor
for some sleeping medicine
for her.

[Mrs. Clark]
Lucy, please hurry.

Coming, Mother.

Coming

That may not have been
situation comedy for Lucy,

who was caught
on her next try,

but perhaps the rest of you
found it amusing.

I shall be back
after the following,

which is designed
to sober you up.

Next week,
our situation comedy

takes place
in far off Denmark.

Junior overhears
a scrap of conversation

and quite naturally
jumps to the conclusion

that his uncle
murdered his father

in order to marry his mother.

This amusing misunderstanding

leads to a great number
of hilarious situations

and to the death
of all four principals.

I’m sure you’ll enjoy it,

so tune in next week,
when we present,

"Junior Sees A Ghost."

Goodnight.