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Seth!

Don't run.

Morning.

Good morning.

Hi. Good morning, Seth.

See if you've got my check for me.

It's right here.

There you go.

Hey, come on!

You can do it!

Good.

Yeah!

Mom?

Mom!

Speak up. I can barely hear you.

Didn't know you were here.

Who'd you think was playing the piano, Mozart?

Ta-dah!

Did you fix it?

Yeah, 100-year guarantee.

Hey, if Sid calls,

tell him I’m on my way, okay?

I got to swing by the post office first...

Talk to Danny.

Don't go out half dressed.

This doesn't belong on the piano.

Maybe we should bronze that for a doorstop.

Never stopped much else.

Mm-hmm.

Hear that, beastie?

Wouldn't you think having dad

for my baseball coach and my math teacher,

I'd be in the front of the line

for a scholarship somewhere, huh?

Nope, here I am, hauling furniture for Sid-n-Ed's

trying to scrape up tuition.

You're breaking my heart.

If you have to earn it,

you'll be sure to learn it.

If you'd been in my classes...

Don't forget, "average" starts with an "a."

Oh, well, at least you can spell.

Yeah, you watch.

One day I'll invent something

you can make for a nickel, sell for a buck,

and everyone's going to need two of.

Then you'll brag to your friends

and come visit me on my horse ranch

right next to my private airport.

Now, listen, if your brother

doesn't want to loan you his car, don't press.

Remember last time.

Not my fault... It was legally parked.

Danny knows that.

Uh-huh.

Bye!

Hey, Mrs. Jordan.

Ian, come here.

Can't figure out what's going on

over at the United Nations.

What are those young doctors

and graduate students up to?

They've been installing a garage door opener.

Dad offered to help, but they didn't want

to "invade on his friendship," they said.

Here goes.

Oh, my.

It works.

That's something!

The cute little thin one

is studying brain surgery, I hear.

Jack!

He's Jack!

Steve!

Steve, sorry.

May I?

Open...

Close.

Up, down.

Just like the book said.

The book didn't say

where to park the car, right?

Hey, great thanks to you.

Large pleasure is all mine.

Thank you.

The dent was not my fault.

It was legally parked.

Look, just because you want to live like a monk

doesn't mean I have to.

You're in favor of Cicely for a sister-in-law, aren't you?

Will not be out all night.

Parents would string me up.

12:30, latest.

What?

Talking to myself.

We'll all be talking to ourselves.

What is going on up there, anyway?

And that's included in the price?

Oh, yes!

We have plenty... We have boxes.

Where do you want to mail it?

To Cheyenne.

Wyoming.

Wyoming, Wyoming.

Mmm.

What are you mailing?

Oh, I'll show you.

Then you can tell me

how much it's going to cost.

Oh!

Sorry.

No harm done.

It's a bowling ball.

That would be a bowling ball.

You can use the extra paper

to surround it.

No, but... yeah, okay.

For Pete's sake.

All right, uh...

Air mail is $20.27.

I know.

Well, parcel post is... Is... is $5.20.

There's not that much of a difference.

Let's make it air mail.

Let's just make it air mail.

One, two...

Uh, 27... 27 cents.

Five, six... 27.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

You do the same.

Esteemed brother...

I have a much-bigger- than-average date

with Cicely tonight

and I wonder if I could borrow the blue beast.

Sure.

I'll even give it a good wash, no charge.

All yours, kiddo.

He can't do that!

Maybe just a rinse, okay?

Mom, dad...

I want you to meet Lucy Ann Dean...

The woman who has changed my life.

What?

Well, finally.

You were starting to worry me, Danny.

You kidding me?

Congratulations!

I'm just...

I'm just breathless.

Lucy.

Well, I better get a picture of this.

I almost let her get away.

If she'd have picked parcel post

I'd have let her go... Close as that.

Parcel post?

When she picked air mail, I knew she had som...

I mean, to mail a bowling ball air mail!

When he said $20...

And 27 cents...

Cents... I almost fainted

but I wanted to get rid of my ex-husband's stuff

as fast as I could.

Uh, yeah...

Line up in front of the fireplace.

Mrs. Jordan, you get in there, too.

It was $15 more than parcel post

which would have gone a long way

for shoes and stuff for the kids.

Oh.

Uh... not...

Not quite yet, dad.

All right, one... one more.

Well, when?

Or haven't you decided?

Soon as we can get the license.

I'm not taking any chances.

Here we are. Sorry.

Come on, darling.

Okay, here we go.

Now, say "cheese," everybody.

Cheese.

Oh, there.

I'm Cicely.

Ian told me about you.

Oh, no!

I was so clumsy, remember?

No, it's not every day

someone mails a bowling ball

to Cheyenne, Wyoming.

Oh, you might as well meet the family.

Mom, not the pictures... mom!

Oh, hush, hush.

That's Danny, age three.

Oh, he was such a tyke.

This is Claudia, our oldest.

She left college to start having children.

Well on her way to a record.

Time Danny got started.

Ooh, look at the time.

I better finish dinner, huh?

You'll stay, of course?

Oh, mom...

We have reservations at Haussner's...

To celebrate our engagement.

Actually, you know,

we got to be there in half an hour.

Half an hour?!

30 years and you give your old mother a half an hour?

You know, I've heard

that Haussner's has a new chef.

Watch it when they start calling

their cook a chef, I say.

Wasn't planning anything fancy.

Danny's the boss now.

Hey, boss!

Hey, don't get any ideas.

She seems nice enough.

Hmm.

She's pretty, all right.

Hmm.

What am I...

What am I saying wrong?

I don't know.

You know, this day just came and went like any other

and I've waited so long for it... Our firstborn son

bringing home his life mate to meet us.

You know, I...

I've dreamt about it.

I... sort of thought

the time would have a glow about it.

Just came and went like any old Tuesday.

Danny seems happy.

It's what we want.

Yeah.

Did she, uh...

Say how many children?

No.

Maybe if she has enough

we can put them with Claudia's gang

and we can have our own ball club, huh?

Say good night to Danny.

They wanted to call you daddy

but I said they should ask first.

Oh, no!

No need to ask.

Daddy it is.

Good night, daddy.

Good night!

Good night.

Sleep tight.

I want to sleep on the top bunk.

Last one in is a rotten egg!

I'm sorry I had to work late.

Give daddy a kiss?

Mmm...

Wha...

Here's something new.

Wow!

They're beautiful!

Where did you get these?

I made them.

You're kidding me.

I love doing curtains.

I always thought they sort of...

Frame the way you look at the world.

You are too much.

You. Oh!

Surprise for supper.

It's all ready.

Wow!

Look...

Oh, my...

Something special.

My whole life's turned into something special

since the minute I laid eyes on you.

Funny how things work out.

Oh...

I'm so happy, it hurts.

Is that a crazy thing to say?

No, no... I mean, I thought it was just me.

I made some fudge.

It's in the fridge.

They can have one piece

after they've had some fruit...

A banana or a pear.

Can't you say hello to your uncle Ian?

Hi.

Hear that, guys, it's a law.

Fruit before fudge.

Mrs. Myrdal let them...

Agatha!

Stuff themselves with any old thing.

What's your friend's name, Thomas?

Dulcimer.

It's my doll, let me say it.

Dulcimer.

That's a good name.

It's a terrible name.

Mrs. Myrdal won't sit with us anymore.

That's enough.

Dulcimer looks cold, Thomas.

Where's his clothes?

Long gone.

Ma brings home lots and lots of baby clothes

but she never lets us use any of them.

I haven't told Danny yet

till I'm absolutely sure.

You won't say anything, will you?

No, not a word.

There's dot.

You haven't met her.

I worked with her at the fill 'er up cafe.

About the other...

Just between us, okay?

I die before I talk.

Bye, mom.

Bye, mommy.

Introducing miss Daphne Bedloe.

From the Daniel G. Bedloe wing of the family.

Well, hold her steady, now.

Look down at her, look down at her.

Here we go.

There you go!

Welcome, Daphne.

Give me that child.

You're holding her like a football.

Oh, there she goes.

Play us some Christmas Carols, Danny.

Okay.

All right, what do we got?

Oh, Claudia, would you fill up the tray, huh?

Give me that precious...

You are a handful, just like your daddy.

Leave it to Daniel.

Waits 30 years, then tries to catch up...

Turning out seven-month babies.

♪ the first Noel...

And that little mouth.

Isn't that just like Danny?

♪ The angels did say

♪ was to certain poor...

You want to sing, Aggie?

No.

♪ ...in fields as they lay.

♪ In fields where they lay keeping their sheep... ♪

It's all right.

♪ on a cold winter's night that was so deep ♪

♪ Noel, Noel...

♪ Noel, Noel

♪ born is the king of Israel.

Well? What?

Nothing.

For Pete's sake, you're a college man.

Stop being a brat.

What?

You don't think

the baby came out early, do you?

That's what I thought.

Oh, Ian, who am I to say?

I mean, she's fat and filled out

as any of yours.

None of yours were early.

Let's just leave that talk

right here in this room.

Just wondering if somebody ought to tell Danny.

Tell him?!

You can't do that!

Makes Danny look like such a dummy, claudie.

All you got to do is count

and you know it can't be his.

Ian, lots of times people have understandings

about things that outsiders can't even guess at.

♪ silent night...

It's Christmas, Ian.

Be kind.

♪ holy night

♪ all is calm

♪ all is bright

♪ 'round yon virgin mother and child ♪

♪ holy infant so tender and mild ♪

♪ sleep in heavenly peace

♪ sleep in heavenly peace.

Open wide.

It goes inside

and she gets bigger by the day.

Does she... Does she get stuff

for Christmas this year?

Wouldn't you want presents

if you were her?

I guess so.

I know, let's go

through the alphabet.

Let's decide all the things we're going to get her.

You start. All right, um...

Okay, "a" is for "alligator."

That's the first time

I saw you leave a movie in the middle.

Stuffy in there.

Everything smelled like popcorn.

Oh! Everything?

Thanks heaps!

Wish we were going to the same college.

Something cozy about state college.

It's right next door, almost.

Yeah, well, I'm only an hour farther away.

Don't you trust me?

You have been a sourpuss this whole holiday.

It's this Lucy business, isn't it?

If she'd had a skinny baby back then

no problem, right?

I'm thinking of Danny.

Well, I think she's the best thing

that ever happened to Danny.

You've seen some of the girls he's shown up with.

Spare me.

And you see the way he looks at Lucy?

Every time I baby-sit, she's going out

with that dot from the fill 'er up cafe

who knows where.

Girls aren't supposed to have buddies?

And she's always coming home with stuff

like a bracelet or a Jewel box or a scarf

like presents from someone.

We call it shopping.

I like her.

She's fresh air.

The other day, she comes home with a white dress, wearing it.

I mean, it was like shiny ivory...

Movie star material.

She was scared to death it looked too expensive.

She said it cost only $19.95, CIs...

Baloney!

She asked if I thought

Danny would think she was a spendthrift.

I told her no.

Danny would think she looked just great

which she did... Great for someone.

Come on, now.

I mean, where was the dress she left in?

Honestly, Ian.

The worst part?

I baby-sat for two hours.

She gave me five dollars... A three-dollar tip!

Told her I'd bring back the change

and she said no.

I didn't.

Kept it, like hush money.

You've spoiled everything.

What did I spoil?

I've been saving a Christmas present for you.

I opened them all.

Mom and dad are taking a trip

to Cumberland Saturday

and they'll be gone overnight.

Too bad they're not taking the little monster with them.

Stevie's in bed by 8:00.

I thought if you'd come by

maybe 8:30 or so

I'd cook you a really elegant dinner.

I've been saving recipes.

Uh, we'll have candles

just like Lucy always does for Danny.

Oh, come on.

You can't fault a wife

who always feeds her husband

dinner by candlelight.

I think it's romantic.

We'll put on some music...

Soft.

Don't want to wake the monster.

Very soft.

I'll have to check my appointment calendar.

I'm home!

Ian, I never thought you would get here.

You're supposed to head right over

to Lucy's right away.

She needs you to baby-sit.

I can't baby-sit.

I got a date.

Well, tell her that.

I'm sure she won't be long.

She's just meeting her friend dot for a drink

and Danny's at a stag par...

Oh, good lord, look at what time it is.

Your father's still fussing around.

Douglas, hurry up, please!

You had no right volunteering me, mom.

I got plans of my own.

Besides, I don't like

this business of Lucy calling up

the minute Danny's back is turned.

Back is turned?!

What are you talking about?

It's Bucky Hargrove's bachelor party.

He's getting married next week.

Now, I told Lucy

of course she should get out for a while:

"Ian would be glad to sit."

Now, I would appreciate it

if you wouldn't let on you feel otherwise.

I'm dead.

Thank you so much... Ian.

Dot phoned at the very last minute.

I know it's a Saturday night.

I thought maybe if you invited Cicely over.

Supposed to go to her house.

I told her I'd be there at 8:30.

Well, see? There, that's great, then.

I'll tell dot an hour tops.

6:30 now... there she is.

Come on, let's play Parcheesi.

Good-bye, sweet stuff.

I got it.

Come on, give it to me.

Mama said you might bring Cicely.

It's almost bedtime.

You two be good.

No cheating at Parcheesi.

I'll see you in an hour. Bye.

How come you don't come over anymore?

Busy.

Then we have no one

because mama called Mrs. Myrdal

and begged and begged

but Mrs. Myrdal hung up on her.

What'd you guys do to Mrs. Myrdal anyway?

Nothing. She liked us a lot.

One day she just didn't want to come again.

What are you smiling at, Daphie-doo?

You think you're smart?

Suckering me into baby-sitting, huh?

I'll be right back.

Hello, you've been selected

from thousands of co-eds to have dinner with the famous

Ian bedloe.

Sorry, I'm busy tonight.

I'm over at Lucy's baby-sitting.

I won't be long

in case you find yourself

desperate for the sound of my voice.

Do you really like Cicely?

Sort of.

She's pretty.

Play.

I can't wait until tomorrow morning.

Danny makes us apple pancakes on Sunday mornings.

You heard apple pancakes, didn't you, Daphie-doo?

It's 8:45.

Stevie's already in bed.

I'm waiting.

Hooray!

We saved clutch!

Thanks to all of you

I think we've drawn our thieves

out of hiding.

If you look at the end of that rope...

Tim... Ian bedloe.

Yeah, do you have any idea

where they're holding Bucky's bachelor party?

Thanks.

It's 9:30, Ian.

Everything is stone-cold.

I feel like just walking out.

You can't do that.

Something must have happened to her.

Hey, buddy!

What's up? Where's Luce?

You tell me! What?

I'm due at Cicely's an hour ago.

Haven't even gone home to change, Danny.

I'll give you a ride.

Let me get the kids.

Daphne's already asleep, for Pete's sake.

Hi, Danny!

Hey, Henry.

Henry! Hey, listen, could you sit

with the kids for about 20 minutes?

I've got to drive my brother home.

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Let me just put Gretchen in the yard.

Was that so hard?

You really don't get it, do you?

Might as well inform you right now

you've lost your favorite baby-sitter for all eternity.

What say?

Cicely and I had this huge, important date.

She made dinner special.

Well, better late than never.

It's 10:00! That's garbage!

Lucy swore on a stack of bibles

she'd be back in time.

That's not like her.

Not like my Lucy.

I wonder where she is.

Drinking with her waitress friend is what she claims.

Ian! It's dot, from the fill 'er up cafe.

You really don't get it, do you?

I gave you more credit.

Ian!

You know something I've noticed about Lucy?

She never has a bad word against anyone.

It's just not like her.

It's not her style.

Now, do you know another woman like that?

I've been looking for a woman like Lucy

my whole life.

I was... I was starting to think there was a...

A jinx on me.

You're not hearing me, Danny.

She's out all afternoon anytime she can get a sitter.

She comes home perfumed and laughing

wearing clothes she can't afford.

You know she makes her own curtains?

She even cuts the children's hair herself.

And how about that white knit dress?

Ever seen her in that white knit dress?

She didn't make that.

Where'd she get it?

How'd she pay for it?

You know, she, uh... She can take

a twig... just a snapped-off twig...

Put it in a pot and it turns green...

Starts growing.

Danny, are you crazy? No.

She's out more often than she's in.

Don't you ever wonder who she's with?

How about the baby?

Premature baby?

Get serious.

Two months early

full weight, no Incubator, no problems?

No wonder she married you quick as a flash

and then had the baby just seven months later

because the baby was someone else's.

You talking about that white dress

with the... the kind of like crisscross middle?

That's the one.

Anyway...

Danny?

Danny?!

Danny!

Danny!

Help!

What should we do?

Danny!

We should go in the house.

Danny! Help!

Help!

They'll want to see you, Ian.

The children are crazy about you.

Oh! Honey, can you manage this basket for me?

It's so heavy.

Thank you.

Well, now, how did you know we were here?

She keeps on watching out the window.

She thinks Danny's coming home.

I do not!

Ouch! Don't hit me.

Danny's dead.

No more apple pancakes.

Oh, honey.

Hello? Lucy?

Is your mama here?

Hello?

Oh.

My gosh.

Caught me right in the middle of my typing lesson.

Well, sorry.

I didn't even know you'd taken this up.

My goodness.

I can't use the dining room table

for the typewriter, the book says

because it's not the customary height, but...

This thing does get the wobbles.

I can see that.

Can't have everything, right?

Well, I brought you a few things

for a few meals.

Oh, thank you so much.

I know the kids like

my noodle casserole.

That's good for a few days.

How come you're not in college, Ian?

Spring break.

Hmm.

Well, tell... tell us,

how's it going?

One peck at a time.

I'm determined.

My waitressing job was long gone, and...

Besides, I had this sort of dream where I saw myself

sitting in the reception area of a downtown lawyer's office

typing up stuff in between

making appointments and things.

It's the perfect job for me.

All you have to do is look nice

and, you know, answer the phone now and again.

It would be good.

Lucy feels people should always eat by candlelight.

They make a lot of money, those girls, you know?

The kids want to know

why we can't have sitters anymore

and I told them we're living in the department of reality.

They'll have to wait

till I can typewrite my way out.

Well, I guess it's necessary for them

to understand these kinds of things.

You know, she can, she can take a twig...

Just a snapped-off twig... Put it in a pot

and it turns green... Starts growing.

Oh, no, don't, Ian, please!

Let it be.

It's dead.

No, it isn't.

It just seems that way.

Little water and it'll grow, you'll see.

Oh, dear.

She can't be hungry yet.

Well, she probably just needs changing.

I'll do it.

No, no, I'll do it.

Maybe we should all just come and live with you.

I'm sure grandma bee

would find having you underfoot all day

just too exciting to imagine.

I didn't mean it, really.

You're not going to be able to sleep

with that coffee in you.

You toss and turn on your own side.

Oh, I won't be able to sleep anyway.

She's... she is taking pills of some kind.

I... I... I saw her whisk them off the table

when we walked in.

Ian, did you see her do that?

Pills?

Sure you did.

Well, the doctor probably prescribed something.

I just wish there was somebody she could go to

you know, a relative or something.

Of course, we would miss her, but...

If she had somebody to tend the children

then she could find a job or something.

I know I ought to offer, but...

Oh, don't, don't even consider it.

Well, I’m the grandma.

Or at least one of them's grandma

it's just that I...

Oh, I just get so tired after a while.

You know, my knees are still...

I don't think I could handle it.

Honey, these things have a way of working out.

She's a spunky one.

I mean, we'll help all we can

but she's bright enough.

She can go back to waitressing.

The gals down at Teddy's grill

always seem to be driving nearly new cars.

She could set aside enough for baby-sitters.

Oh, she's teaching herself to type

and... Ian, what was that

she said she meant to do?

She said she had this sort of dream

where she saw herself sitting in the reception area

of a downtown lawyer's office

typing up stuff in between making appointments and things.

My goodness, that's word for word.

How many words a minute do you type?

What?

How many words a minute do you type?

I don't know.

I don't see shorthand on here.

Do you take shorthand?

Yes.

How fast are you?

What's that supposed to tell?

Breath shows up on a mirror.

I saw them do it once on TV.

Do you see any?

A little.

I think I saw a little.

Let me see it.

It doesn't stay.

She's just sound asleep, that's all.

Sure, that's all.

Phone call for Ian.

Right here, coming!

Thanks.

Hello?

Ian?

Mom?

Ian, honey, I'm sorry to bother you,

but I thought you would want to know.

It's Lucy.

Lucy, what?

She died.

Ian?

Ian.

Yeah.

We got a call from Agatha last night.

She said, "mama keeps sleeping and won't wake up."

Well, you know, that could mean anything.

And I said, "oh, sweetie, I bet she's just tuckered out."

But then she said, "she wouldn't even wake up for breakfast."

Ian, can you believe those children on their own

since the night before?

Well, of course, we hurried right over, and there she was.

She was just breathing so slowly,

just a breath here and there.

There... there was an empty pill bottle on her nightstand.

But there wasn't any letter or anything like that

to make it look like she'd done it on purpose, you know.

Anyway, the ambulance took her to union memorial.

But it was too late.

She'd been lying there a whole day and a night.

She died this noon without ever regaining consciousness.

I just thought you should know.

Ian?

Ian, are you there?

Yeah.

We are not going to breathe a word of this to the children.

Their mother's dead.

How can you not tell them?

No, I mean, we're not going to tell them

that they might have saved her

if they had telephoned earlier, you know.

It could affect their whole lives.

They would feel so guilty

so terribly guilty.

Yeah?

I'll tell you, little bro

you're a tough man to find.

I mean, I know my zip codes, right?

I thought they said Parker street, not barker street

and I've just been wandering all over the place.

Anyhow, the reason I came by...

I know you're making a fortune

working part-time for Sid-n-Ed's movers

but that last night of baby-sitting

you just walked right off without getting paid.

I realize you worked some overtime

but... well, family members

they don't get time and a half, do they?

Mrs. Myrdal?

I thought that was you.

Dot, almost didn't make it.

I thought I should.

It's terrible.

I still can't believe it.

I just feel so guilty.

That night of Danny's tragic accident

she called me to sit and I wouldn't.

Don't even say it.

I should never have begged her

to go out with me that night.

If I had it to do again...

But I told myself no

not after the day I went shopping with her.

Never saw anything like it.

I caught her shoplifting, bold as you please.

I tried to shut my mind to it.

Rest her soul.

It was probably a sickness, now that I think.

I mean, she swiped a pure silk blouse off a rack.

I thought I was seeing things.

Then swoosh...

An Italian scarf scampers into her bag.

One thing right after the other.

Makes me shudder to remember.

The next time she called, I turned her down

and I think she knew why, too.

Maybe I could have helped.

I don't know.

You're Ian, Danny's brother.

Yeah. I'm dot.

I'm Lucy's friend from work. Oh, yeah.

I should have called you one time or another

and tell you how sorry I was about that night.

It's my fault.

Huh?

Lucy said, "Ian's going to kill me."

She was good enough to come out with me that night for a drink

and then I stick her out on ritchie highway

and that crate of a car of mine broke down, stranded.

I felt so guilty.

She always wanted to be home before Danny got home.

"Wife's place," she said.

She was like that...

For all of her faults.

I loved her so much.

She was special.

I know that you must have thought so, too.

Yeah.

Thank you, bye-bye.

Anything?

Zero... I called every Dean

in Cheyenne, Wyoming

if that's where her first husband really headed for.

There's not one scrap of anything in their house

that I've been able to find

that has any other name or address on it.

Oh, there has to be something.

We'll go look again tomorrow.

Will you take up the laundry?

Don't you try to overdo it.

I'm already overdone.

You okay in here, Aggie?

Things will turn out, honey.

Just you wait and see.

All right, all right.

Oh, Ian, thank heaven.

Are you doing anything?

I was just going to go pack.

Oh, would you please be a love

and hold little Daphne for a while?

I just can't seem to quiet her.

It's all right, Daphne, come on.

Okay, here we go.

You kids, I want you

to come up to bed soon now, all right?

Here we go.

What's the big complaint here, huh?

Quiet, huh?

Okay.

Use the rocker.

She'll stop.

Told you.

On top here?

That's the one.

Be careful, now. It's very slippery.

Well, I'm sorry about Christmas, mom.

With Macy's folks visiting and...

Oh, no, no, no, it's just as well.

I think we'll eat out.

Eat out?

At a restaurant?

Yeah, your father says

that waitresses need family, too.

Are you all right?

Yeah. You know, it just struck me.

That Christmas

Danny standing right here holding the little one.

"The Daniel G. Bedloe wing of the family," huh?

I never saw him so happy.

Let's remember that.

You're right.

Lord, what a mess.

Hey, claudie.

Merry Christmas, professor.

Merry Christmas.

What did the doctor say?

Oh, he gave me some tiny pills

and told me I should take up figure skating.

You can't do this to yourself, mom.

Look, they may have to become wards of the state.

I mean, they're not yours in any sense.

Now, I won't hear of it.

They're not wards;

they're warm, little individual people

and they loved Danny, so...

I think he could be listening to us.

I won't hear of it.

Where are you off to?

Sid-n-Ed's.

Muscles for dollars.

I go by there.

I'll drop you.

Merry Christmas.

Next year for sure.

You tell them grandma's waiting for them, huh?

Bye, sweetie.

Are you seeing Cicely tonight?

If she remembers what I look like.

Come on, muscles.

Bye.

Bye.

Good-bye.

Right here, set it down.

All right, that's good.

Now get that other one.

Nice work.

It's junk.

Now that you mention it.

Like asking Michelangelo to carve bookends.

What does Michelangelo do when he's not making junk?

Creations for the ages.

You might not dig them.

"B.b. Brant... Fine custom furniture."

Here.

Keep it.

I got another one.

Thanks.

It's called deja vu.

I know what it's called.

They teach psych 101 at the cheaper colleges, too.

Anyway, it's like she was standing right there.

I think about her every once in a while.

I wonder why.

I mean, she had three kids.

Why?

What could have driven her to it?

And then I remember Danny telling

how she mailed that bowling ball... airmail.

Ian!

Ian!

Ian!

Ian, what?

What did I say?

No, I'm sorry, CIs, it's not you.

It's me.

Hey, Cicely, come on back in.

We're going to Eddie's.

Go ahead.

Eddie's doesn't ring a bell with me.

It's just a coffeehouse, bad poetry.

Go ahead, just go ahead.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

We're not having Christmas dinner this year.

Am I going to see you

before you go back to school?

I hope so.

♪ ...Everlasting arms

♪ oh, how bright the path grows from day to day ♪

♪ leaning on the everlasting arms ♪

♪ leaning... leaning...

♪ Safe and secure from all alarms ♪

♪ leaning... leaning...

♪ Leaning on the everlasting arms. ♪

We have reached the point in our service

when any person, long among us... or new tonight

is invited to step forward and ask for our prayers.

No request is too great and none too trivial

in the eyes of god, our father.

You all know my son, Chuckie, who's fighting in Vietnam.

Well, now they tell me he's been killed.

Last Monday

these two soldiers, all dressed up, come to tell me.

They say he got killed jumping out of a plane.

He was a paratrooper

you know.

Chuckie was...

What do you call it?

A fluke accident.

He forgot to put his parachute on.

Chuckie just jumped so often

he stopped thinking about it.

So he comes up to this door where they jump out

the whole time making smart remarks and everybody laughing

and he jumps out into thin air.

And the fellow next to him says

"wait, you forgot your parachute."

I'm almost sick with grief, I tell you.

Pray for me to find some deliverance, please.

For our sister Lula...

Amen.

Remember, this moment

you are in his presence.

Ask.

And we will all speak to him

with our prayers.

Any need for healing

any need for understanding.

No prayer is unworthy

in the eyes of our creator.

I, uh...

I thought I heard my brother.

His voice, singing like it was coming from inside here.

It was like...

He wanted me to...

To come in...

To come in to ask you

to pray for me.

I caused my brother to kill himself.

I lied about something.

I told him his wife was cheating on him

but it turned out she wasn't.

I found out later, but it was too late.

Might have been an accident

but it was my words that did it.

I wanted to die myself.

But Danny wouldn't want that.

Maybe that's why I heard his voice.

Maybe he... wanted... Wanted you to pray for me

if you would.

Let us pray.

So, it looks like my parents

are going to have to raise the children

and I don't know if my mom's up to it.

My dad either.

They're never going to be the same after this.

And my sister Claudia

she's got a family of her own now

and I'm away at college most of the time.

So... anyway, that's why I asked for that prayer

and I mean, I honestly believe

it might have worked.

I mean, it's not like I heard an answer

in plain English or anything.

I mean, I think I’m forgiven, don't you?

Oh, goodness, no.

I thought that was kind of the point...

That god forgives everything. He does.

But... you can't just say, "god, I'm sorry."

He helps with what you can't undo

but only after you've tried to undo it.

Like what?

What would it take?

The children.

Those souls in your hands.

First you need to see to the children.

Is this some kind of test?

Yes!

Yes.

I think it's god's test.

I believe he wants to see

how far you're going to go

to undo the harm you've done.

Are you saying god would want me to give up my education?

Yes, Ian, if that's what's required.

That's crazy... I'd have to be crazy...

"Let us not love in word

"neither in tongue

but in deed and in truth."

1 John 3:18.

I can't take care of a bunch of kids.

I'm 19 years old.

What kind of cockeyed religion is this?

It's the religion of atonement

and complete forgiveness.

It's the religion of the second chance.

This is just as a point of interest.

Only a coincidence, I'm sure

but that particular voice

that seemed to draw you in here tonight

it belonged to brother Daniel.

I don't make too much of that

but it's rather amazing, isn't it?

Think you want to work here, right?

You're a college man.

I'm thinking of dropping out.

I don't like dropouts.

I want to learn to make things people won't throw away.

Okay.

You're dropping out?

No.

I can't believe my ears!

I'm taking

a leave of absence

just until Daphne is in first grade

or kindergarten at least. Daphne?

What's Daphne got to do with it?

I'm going to help mom raise the kids. Me?

I'm not going to raise those children.

We're looking for a guardian or a relative,

some aunt, maybe.

This isn't your responsibility.

Yes, it is, mom. It's my doing.

What brought all this on?

This is not like you, son.

It's the will of god.

Who? Well, I ran

into this church sort of place

on York road...

You haven't fallen into some cult.

No, dad.

How can you do this to me?

I'm not doing anything to you.

I'm doing it for me

to be forgiven.

- Forgiven? - For what?

You're 19 years old.

You're a fine, generous

upstanding human being.

You've had a spat with Cicely, right?

No!

These things heal, son.

I'm the one who caused Danny to die.

He smashed into that tree

because of me.

That was an accident.

Everybody knows that!

Everybody but me.

Whether it was or not

I'm the one who caused it.

I might as well tell you this.

I can't keep it inside any longer.

I told Danny that Lucy was unfaithful

that the baby wasn't his...

You...

The night of the accident

after he came home

from the bachelor party.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I was wrong.

Honey, honey, take it easy...

Stop it!

Leave me alone.

Mom...

Honey...

Oh, Ian...

Oh, Ian, how...

She ain't going to stop crying

until you change her.

She isn't going to stop crying

until I change her.

That's what she just told you.

I guess I got a lot to learn.

That's okay.

♪ Jesus loves me, he will stay

♪ close beside me all the way

♪ Jesus has a home for me

♪ and someday his face I'll see ♪

♪ yes, Jesus loves me

♪ yes...

CIs!

Cicely?!

I don't believe it!

What are you doing here?

Oh, well, I run off in all directions

you know, daily routine, stay in shape.

Get more fit, you'll be a traffic hazard.

I mean, uh...

Oh...

Thank you.

How nice.

Reverend Emmett, uh, Cicely brown

Cicely, the reverend.

Cicely was the scourge of my teenage years.

I'm sure it's the exact opposite.

I'm very pleased.

Thank you.

So, he's got your number, eh?

Oh, whoops!

Prepare for the prison break.

It was nice meeting you.

All right.

Look, look!

It's beautiful.

Hey, you guys remember Cicely.

Let's see...

You're Agatha, right?

Hi.

And you're Thomas!

You don't remember me, maybe.

Sure, I remember you.

I always thought that you looked like a movie star.

I always told uncle Ian.

Okay, okay, Thomas.

En garde...

These three have been trying

to recruit a wife for me

since I came of age.

I'm Daphne.

I'm five.

Oh, and then some, I'd say.

Oh, I remember when Ian used to baby-sit

for you guys.

You're not babies anymore.

Okay, come on, guys, we got to go.

Come on.

Hop in, CIs

we'll give you a lift.

Oh, uncle Ian, get beastie!

Oh, beastie!

Okay, if you say so.

Good boy.

Agatha, what was

the Bible verse today?

"As the heart panteth..."

"After the water Brooks

so panteth my soul after thee, o god."

I believe he was asking me.

All right, Agatha, your turn.

What did you come away with from camp today?

Germs, probably.

The pool's full of germs.

Agatha will be a doctor.

Oh, I think that's great!

It doesn't take a doctor to know

what a bunch of kids do in a pool.

All right, Agatha.

Golly, it's good to see you.

Yeah, it's a nice surprise... totally.

You're out of college, right?

Yeah, over a year.

Thank god!

Oh, I'm sorry.

So, I hear you're a furniture builder now, right?

I'm learning...

B.b. Brant, a real artisan.

We're working now almost exclusively

with the finer architects

and interior designers.

The farthest thing

from my mind back when.

Now it seems like something I was born to do.

I'm happy for you... really.

It's Claudia's birthday today.

We're having a party for her tonight.

You should come.

My mom would love to see you.

Uh, how is your mom?

She could use a little change of scenery.

You'd be just the ticket.

I can't, Ian.

I'm meeting Richard.

Richard... is he your latest?

He's my last, hopefully.

We're being married in June.

The best, CIs.

I mean it.

I know you do.

He's an engineer.

I think you'd approve.

Most likely.

I think I'll sit up front.

Well, you've finally done it, Ian...

You're making things nobody's going to throw away.

Let's see, you've made it as a wedding present

for the girl you once thought you'd marry yourself.

That's right.

You want her to suffer a little

every time she looks at it, right?

No.

Reverend Emmett said it would help me let her go.

Make me feel good by letting her know

I wish her well

and think her deserving of fine things.

Too bad what you have isn't catching.

Just getting over a cold, Jordie, I should have driven.

I didn't think.

You just worry about keeping up.

I'm not going to die walking to church.

No guarantee of that.

Don't start.

Okay, I won't.

I'm not going.

Oh, boy, not again.

Agatha, this isn't the time

or the place, really.

It's hypocritical...

I'm not a believer.

Speech! Speech! Speech!

All right, Thomas.

I told you, you can go

to grandma and grandpa's church if you prefer...

If you prefer.

I keep saying it

and you keep not hearing me.

I am not a believer... not.

Agatha, there's a great deal in the Bible

that's beyond our understanding.

Beyond yours, maybe.

What about the fig tree that winds up cursed to die

because it couldn't grow figs out of season?

Or Noah's ark.

How come god wouldn't send a few sample rains on ahead

so that sinners could mend their ways

before drowning them all?

You're right.

It's very bad manners

to force your own religion

on other people.

It's probably unconstitutional.

I said you're right.

You can go.

I shouldn't force you.

Go on.

It's okay

really.

I just hope when you do become

a doctor,

none of your patients are ever caught

praying to get well, that's all.

Hmm... good evening.

Good Eve...

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

When did we become so second-fiddle, Doug?

What?

Danny gone, Claudia in a world of her own

Ian's a whole different person almost...

House full of other people's children.

I used to think we were so special.

We've turned so...

Makeshift, so second-string.

Of course we're special.

I don't feel it.

We used to so look forward to your retiring.

Now, look, you spend half the time in the basement

fixing things that we probably should throw out.

Other people's children have been our way of life, honey.

We're both teachers.

Even that constant stream of exchange students

across the street at number nine.

Ever stop to think

how many Asian and middle eastern grad students

and doctors of all kinds bear the old bedloe imprint?

You forgot your pills.

Oh.

Let's see... take two before bedtime with water.

I figure hot chocolate won't hurt you.

Thank you, dear.

Come on, beastie.

You want to take me for a little walk before we turn in?

Come on, boy.

Good.

I think you're special, grandma bee.

Oh, no, don't you pay any attention

to my ramblings, Agatha.

Now, just look at you.

You are growing up so fast!

You're a good girl

and I am happy to have you here.

You'll be gone much too soon.

I should be thankful, really, hmm?

Maybe god sent me replacements.

Or maybe he just played a nasty trick on you.

What?

Do you think he does that?

I don't know.

I sure know I would miss you if you weren't here.

I just wish I knew how to keep house better.

I really don't like to, though.

Keep a secret?

Neither do I.

Okay, beastie, time to get up, boy.

Beastie.

Oh, no.

Ian.

Son...

I need your help.

Beastie's dead.

Thank you, god, for giving us beastie.

He gave us love without conditions

and made us better for the warm feelings he stirred in us.

We give him back into your keeping.

Amen.

It's okay, grandpa.

I'm crying, too.

Hi, Louis.

How's business?

Perishable.

Why did I get into this business?

Smelled good.

Huh! Right.

Is Daphne still here?

Yes and no.

Right.

Bye.

Ready, Daph?

Gideon could have driven me.

I must have missed it.

I didn't hear him offer.

Sorry if I broke something up.

You don't look sorry.

Neither do you.

You serious about Gideon back there?

Only in short spurts.

I think the record

was four minutes, ten seconds.

You just keep trying to shock me.

I really enjoy these little chats, don't you?

More than you do, I'm sure.

Ian, you think I'm some kind of ninny

who wants to do right but keeps messing up, right?

Wrong.

What you don't see is, I goof on purpose.

I'm not like you, "king careful"

"Mr. Look-both-ways," "Saint maybe."

Mess up, I say, fall flat on your face.

So what?

Use all the life you got.

You sure know how to make a guy feel

like old uncle grump.

I'm just thinking about your future, Daph.

Beyond the next...

Four minutes and ten seconds, I mean.

Look at Agatha... A doctor in Los Angeles.

And you haven't even planned

beyond the weekend.

Dear Dr. Agatha.

She was seven

when I was born, Ian. Looking back,

I'm surprised she didn't deliver me.

Dr. Dean, line two.

Dr. Agatha Dean, line two.

Dr. Dean.

Can you take a call now?

Yes, please.

Hello?

Agatha?

Ian?

Yeah. What?

Listen, it's... it's grandma.

She... she had a heart attack.

No. When?

This morning.

Dad called me at work.

They rushed her to the hospital.

They'll operate tonight.

She asked for you, Aggie.

I'll catch the first plane I can.

Love you.

Please, god, let me be there.

Well... I always wanted a doctor in the family.

All I did was hold your hand.

Dr. Ross did the fancy work.

He was kind enough to let me observe.

Well, the hand-holding did the trick.

Look at that picture.

Nice.

Is that the only station we can get?

See you tomorrow.

Same time, same station.

Be glad to go over my notes with you, doctor.

Thanks, I appreciate that.

This place is a mess!

Can't believe that it's overflowing with junk

from attic to basement.

Doesn't anyone throw anything away around here anymore?

Aggie, it looks fine.

I've seen your New York apartment, Thomas.

Looks like hurricane Lucille.

I wouldn't be surprised to see

you're saving empty cereal boxes.

Well, I've tried to pitch in

but it's not enough.

It's not your job, claudie.

You've got your own army to worry about.

Don't they have services

for that sort of thing?

You see those ads for those closet organizers.

You're the genius computer designer.

Why don't you make one that sorts junk?

Junk in, junk out... I'll work on it.

Closet organizing won't do it.

We're talking about terminal junk-itis.

Don't you think we ought to ask mom and dad first?

Dad's workshop's neat as a pin, always.

Yeah, but I've heard mom say a hundred times

"I wish I had the nerve to throw away

everything under a size ten."

There must be some sort of cleaning service

to help us sort this out.

I hate to see grandma come home to this.

There's the clutter counselor.

Be serious, Daph.

The what?

Rita the clutter counselor.

She goes with this guy I know, Nick Bascomb.

Now, there's a recommendation.

I didn't say she doesn't make mistakes.

She makes her living

sorting other people's belongings...

Hauling stuff away, putting things in order.

Hire her.

Not so fast.

And while we're at it

why don't we hire somebody

to give Ian a new hairstyle?

Ian, look at you.

I cut Ian's hair, thank you very much.

You're really bad, and I love you.

What did you say this clutter master's name was?

Clutter counselor.

Rita Dicarlo.

Now, I sort everything

into three piles... "Keep," "discard" and "query."

I query as little as possible.

I have a truck

and two guys who bag and tote.

If they start tomorrow morning

I'll be done by late Thursday.

Well, explain to me the difference

between "discard" and "query."

Uh...

Two-year-old sports magazine is a discard.

Like one green sock

or 60 paper shopping bags you saved

because they had the little cord handles.

Plastic truck, three wheels.

A souvenir pillow from the New York world's fair

is a query, but just barely.

Okay, okay, it's a go... I guess.

But first I better break the news to my grandma.

She's in the hospital

recouping from a heart operation.

I don't want to send her back.

Tell her I've never lost a grandma yet.

Yeah, well, what did she say

when she looked in my closet?

Well, she didn't exactly nose around in it;

just a glance, sort of.

Yeah, yeah.

She said... she could tell by what I've been wearing

that two-thirds of the stuff was either the wrong size

or 20 years out of date.

Right? Huh?

It's sort of her manner, grandma.

Aha! She's heaven-sent.

I wouldn't go that far.

Tell her to start throwing.

I'm feeling better by the minute.

All right... Throw it all out.

I think it'll be good for us.

Okay, guys, it's the last one.

We'll finish up tomorrow.

All right.

The house feels lighter.

It's supposed to.

Be honest.

Have you really missed anything?

Nope... of course, I don't own

a lot of priceless collectibles.

Aah, people's lives are full of junk.

Junk?

Ian.

This is my uncle Ian.

This is Rita Dicarlo.

She's the one who's here to organize us.

How do you do? Hi.

I almost forgot

we were going to be organized.

How do you do that?

Well, for instance...

Do you have a bathroom in mind

that's in need of these tiles

within the next ten days?

Of course not.

Then I suggest you walk them out the back door

and throw them in the trash.

This is what I have to do all the time.

The trash?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

These are century-old handmade tiles

from Spain.

We were replacing a antique mantel

at a house in fells point

and these were just going to be thrown out.

That's the point... Thrown out.

No, the point is,

no one in the world makes tiles anymore just like this.

Now, look at the design.

Like a kaleidoscope.

You can almost see it move.

You see?

I'm going to use them in a tabletop.

Walnut, if I can find the right grain.

These tiles will be around to delight the eye

another hundred years...

Long after you and I are dead and buried.

Here, take it.

Take it.

You feel anything?

Like it's still warm, maybe?

Hundred years old and still warm.

That's the magic of artwork like that.

It's got a life of its own.

Hmm...

Put it back in the box when you're through.

Here, I'll take that.

That's uncle Ian for you.

He's a little different.

Not your fun, devil-may-care Nick Bascomb, huh?

More coffee?

What Ian needs is a good woman.

I'm waiting for him

to pop the question to Clara

this nice, pretty gal

at the church he goes to.

I don't know how long they can sit side by side

before something happens

if you know what I mean.

I'll get it!

I'll see myself out.

Oh... okay.

Thanks for the coffee.

Bye.

See you in the morning.

Hello?

No, you don't.

Hello, dulcimer.

What are you doing hanging out with trash like this?

"Hold for Mrs. Lucy Ann dulcimer

24 oak Glen trailer park."

Dulcimer.

Her married name wasn't Dean, it was dulcimer.

Mrs. Lucy Ann dulcimer.

Never expected her name to be drug up in my presence again.

Sorry.

Just a matter of information.

I don't know what you mean to gain by it.

My Thomas could have been anything.

She trapped him.

Oh, yes, that's the type she was.

And a thief to boot.

Died in a motorcycle crash.

I blame her for that.

Must have been about the same time she went.

Can't say I'm sorry to hear about that...

Considering.

No, sir.

You can tell anyone who thinks otherwise

my Thomas did not deserve her to contend with.

No, ma'am.

Your Thomas certainly didn't deserve her.

I'm very sorry for you.

Good day.

Thank you, god, for not letting us find her sooner.

Daphne?

Well, hi.

Hi.

See you later.

My cab.

Want to have lunch?

Ian says that you don't drive.

Where did you run into Ian?

At Brant's custom woodshop.

Bought myself a bureau.

Expensive at that place!

Tell me about it, I know

but it's worth it.

Ever see Ian's work?

It's exquisite.

Like, um... oh...

I mean, it's like a religion to him.

Yeah, well, Ian is very religious.

He would frown on seeing me in here.

He wouldn't yank me out or anything

but in his own quiet way, he'd let me know

that there were better places for me to be.

How's it with Nick Bascomb?

Oh, um, I down-sized him.

I mean, we called it quits.

Wow. Long time, no?

Too long.

I mean, we were going nowhere

and all of a sudden

it just didn't seem right.

When do you get your new bureau?

Oh, Ian said that he'd do his best

without breaking his word

to his other clients.

Well, they're awfully behind, I hear.

I'll wait.

I mean, I kind of like that he said

he wouldn't break his word.

Not that I'm surprised

because you learn a lot about people

when you organize their stuff.

Oh, yes, I am worldly and sophisticated

yet casual in my regard for material things.

Exactly.

No, I mean, um...

Ian's belongings are so simple, direct.

It's like he doesn't own anything

that tries to say he's something he's not.

I mean, he owns six copies

of books on how to be a better person.

And... well, his clothes in his closet...

They smell like nutmeg.

You know what else I noticed?

I mean, when he talks, he's very serious

but when he listens to what I say back

he starts smiling like he's happy to hear me.

Okay, I mean, he probably does that

with everybody, right?

I mean, I don't kid myself.

It's probably his religion or something, right?

One, two, three...

There we are.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Polka dots are moving.

Well done.

I want that one, okay?

Oh, you'll have it, you'll have it.

Macy says happy birthday, dad.

He's umpiring a baseball game today.

Oh, I don't envy him.

Thanks, honey.

Oh, all the way from California.

Just for my birthday.

Actually, I'm here for a seminar.

I didn't know it was your birthday.

Well...

She means birthdays aren't deductible.

It's all in the timing.

Well, you're a clever girl.

Look, gang...

You don't have to take time out of your weekend.

I go to church alone all the time.

Thank you so much.

I go to church alone all the time... with Daph.

We're going.

I'll get my jacket.

Are you sure you don't want me

to stay home and help you?

Oh, sure, you're a great help making a birthday cake.

Get out of here.

All right, all right.

I'm going, I'm going.

Okay, so how do we know Clara will be there?

She's always there. Is she pretty?

She could be. What's "could be"?

She'd probably come out really great

on one of those makeovers they do on TV.

Is she nice?

We don't want Ian wasted on some shrew.

She's very, very nice.

There's such a thing as being too nice.

You're talking to the wrong cookie.

If she's right, let's give Ian a little shove.

Mrs. Jordan is already outside waiting, you know.

Let's go, let's go.

Well, I hope reverend Emmett is ready for this bunch.

Don't be shy.

Sing out!

♪ amazing grace

♪ how sweet the sound

♪ that saved a wretch like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ but now...

Would you get off his back?

Quiet, this is girl stuff.

♪ ...was blind, but now I see.

The lord bless thee and keep thee.

The lord make his face shine upon thee

and be gracious unto thee.

The lord lift up his countenance to thee and give thee peace.

Amen!

Clara!

There you are.

I'm Ian's niece, Agatha.

We've heard so much about you.

Oh, yes, you're the doctor.

It's so nice to meet you.

We finally get a doctor in the family

and she moves to California.

Clara, we're all going to lunch

for grandpa Doug's birthday.

You'll join us, won't you?

Please.

Oh, I wouldn't want to intrude

on a family gathering.

Oh, don't be silly.

No, please come.

It'll be lovely.

That's what family gatherings are for, right?

Ian, tell her we'd love to have her.

Of course.

You think you can stand my company a while longer?

Oh, I think so.

Unfortunately, we're having guests back to the house.

Another time maybe.

Sure.

See you Wednesday night.

God willing.

It was so nice to meet you.

I hope I get to see you again soon.

Lovely seeing you.

Bye, Clara.

Bye-bye.

Aggie, she's getting away.

Put a sock in it, Thomas.

What a dud.

Who, Clara?

No, Ian.

Maybe they had a fight.

If I ever saw a pair who didn't know what it was all about...

Is that your medical opinion?

I think this church has been the ruination of Ian.

Bite your tongue, Agatha.

Where do you think you and Thomas and I'd be

if he hadn't happened onto this church?

Did you ever think about that?

I retract my stupid statement.

I just want him to have a full life.

Time's ticking away.

Maybe we ought to just sit down with Ian

and tell him how much we'd like

to have Clara in the family.

What, like we voted on it?

Please.

Okay, folks.

Everybody, hold it, hold it.

I'd like to make a little announcement

to ease the crippling anxiety

of these matchmakers here.

Dad...

Consider it a birthday present.

I'm getting married next month.

Oh, son. Ian, that's wonderful.

Your mother will be thrilled.

I think that's just great.

I knew it the minute I saw her.

Clara is lovely.

You're right, and Clara is

a dear friend as well.

But I'm marrying Rita Dicarlo.

You know Rita.

Rita?

The clutter lady?

Hot dog!

Now, there's one for you, Ian.

Oh, this... I think I had an idea...

Well, yeah!

I think I'm going to cry.

Hey, what's going on?

My son's getting married, that's all.

Well, congratulations.

- You're welcome... - Thank you.

That's great, uncle Ian.

Thank you.

Who is a clutter lady?

She's the woman you helped pay for

to straighten out the house. Congratulations.

Looks like she made a clean sweep.

My son Ian's getting married.

What do you think of that?

This okay with you, Daph?

I knew you were both goners the minute you handed her

that old Spanish tile in the kitchen that night.

Okay, everybody, I'd like to announce

a whole new bedloe traditional hors d'oeuvre here

prepared by our newest bedloe, Rita.

Don't eat more than one

without checking with the family doctor.

Dig in.

♪ the first Noel

♪ the angels did say

♪ was to certain poor Shepherds ♪

♪ in fields as they lay

♪ in fields where they

♪ lay keeping their sheep

♪ on a cold winter's night

♪ that was so deep

♪ Noel, Noel

♪ Noel, Noel...

Yeah, little fella.

Yeah.

We'd better have a look outdoors about now, hmm?

I'll get my coat.

Okay.

Yeah.

Come on.

Cute little thing.

Hmm.

She loves you.

Oh, you think?

Where did Daphne say she got her?

She was orphaned in the alley

in back of Ian's shop.

Oh, wouldn't you know?

Yeah, wouldn't you know?