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(gentle music)

- So, then she
introduced me and I said,

"That's quite a
coincidence, Mrs. Brown".

I said, "You have two nephews,

"both named George and both
of them are psychologists".

I said, "I guess you must
have more brains than names

"in your family".

Well, anyway, he didn't
even crack a smile.

He just looked at me like I
said something intelligent

and then he wrote a note
on that little paddy

he carries with
him all the time.

- The notepad is
to the psychologist

what the X-ray is
to the surgeon.

- Oh?

Well, he'd better not
try operating on me.

I'll break his pencil.

(audience laughing)

(zap)

(audience laughing)

Hey, it's a good thing you had
your duplicating machine out

because that was the
last of the cornflakes.

- Now, how long is young
George going to stay

at Lorelei's house?

- Oh, I don't know.

You ask him a question and then
he answers, with a question.

(audience laughing)

Uncle Martin,
that's a cornflake.

Not a fortune cookie.

- I was just checking
the molecular structure.

I have to make some permanent
spare parts for my spaceship.

- Out of cornflakes?

- Of course not.

Normally the duplicating machine

makes only temporary copies.

They fade after a few hours.

I've adapted it to turn
up permanent duplications.

- Oh, that's a good idea, 'cause
it would be rather awkward

to have your snazlefrich sort of

fade out half way back to Mars.

(audience laughing)

- Indeed it would.

If there were such a
thing as a snazlefrich.

- Well, anyway, before she
left, Mrs. Brown said that

nutty George is working on a
paper or something like that

for the Institute of
Advanced Psychological

or Psychiatric Research,
something like that.

(zap)

(audience laughing)

(gentle music)

(beeping)

(upbeat playful music)

(audience laughing)

- Oh, I forgot my sunglasses.

- [Clone] I'll get them for you.

- I keep forgetting
him in there too.

(audience laughing)

- I can't tell you how
upset I am about this, Tim.

For your sake.

- Oh, come on, don't worry
about it, Uncle Martin.

It could happen to anybody

who has a real, live
Martian living in his house.

- I don't know how long this
little expedition will take.

Some years ago the Martian
Geological Earth Survey people

pinpointed an undiscovered
deposit of NAB2B4O7.

Which showed traces of
CUSO4 near Denver, Colorado.

- Do you mean that
will fix things

so that I'll be single again?

- Well, whether it will
erase a permanent copy

I can't guarantee.

- You mean, that
there's a chance

that there gonna
always be two of me?

- Yes.

And quite frankly, I
don't know if the world

is ready for two Tim O'Haras.

(audience laughing)

- Oh, well, don't you mean,
is more of a question of

whether the world
deserves two of us?

(audience laughing)

- By the way, if
my mission fails

you'll have another
mouth to feed

and another body to
cloth indefinitely.

And I'm already
burdening your generosity

just by being here myself.

- Oh, you know that's not true.

- Sure, you know how
we feel about you.

- Thank you.

I'm also aware that
anytime you wanted to

you could recoup all
this added expense

merely by exposing
me as a Martian.

- We already made an
agreement on that, remember?

- Yes, I know.

I'm merely stating
it as a preface

to saying I was
extremely fortunate

to make contact here on Earth

with a man who is as
honorable as he is generous.

Goodbye, Tim.

- Goodbye, Uncle
Martin, and good luck.

- Goodbye, Uncle
Martin, and good luck.

- Goodbye, Tim.

(audience laughing)

- So, would you do me a favor?

- Sure.

- Would you mind turning
around for a second?

I always wanted to see
the back of my head.

Handsome, viral, debonair.

(phone ringing)

I'll get it.

Hello.

Sylvia, hon, how are you?

Hey, that must be telepathy.

I was just thinking about you.

The beach?

Oh, hon, I'd love
to but I can't.

I'm afraid today is a labor
day for old Tim O'Hara.

Hey, hon, just a minute.

I think I got an idea.

I loaned my car to an old buddy.

Now, do you think you could
come by here and pick me up?

Yeah.

Right.

Well, looks like you got
yourself a beach boy.

Okay.

Bye, hon.

Hi, old buddy.

- I got the picture already.

- Well, I thought we
might just as well

take advantage of the situation.

Look, one day you're
on, the next day, me.

Share the work,
double the pleasure.

Tim, you're my kind of people.

- Yeah, and in my book
you are the greatest.

(whistling)

- How about that?

A one man mutual
admiration society.

(audience laughing)

(knock on door)

Oh, great suffer,
it's nutty George.

Well.

- Good morning, Tim.

I hope I'm not
interrupting anything.

I thought I heard you
talking with someone.

- Talking with someone?

But it would be impossible
for me to be talking.

There's no one here but us.

- Us?

- I.

Me.

Well, you can see for yourself.

- I was wondering if I could
borrow your typewriter.

I have some notes to transcribe

and Aunt Lorelei doesn't
seem to have one.

- Neither do I.

(audience laughing)

Well, how about that?

I guess I was thinking about

somebody else's
typewriter I don't have.

Bye.

(audience laughing)

- Very interesting.

From a psychological
point of you

I would very definitely
say he has a problem.

(playful music)

I guess I was thinking about

somebody else's
typewriter I don't have?

(audience laughing)

- Hey, hurry up, I don't
want you to be late for work

'cause I have a job to keep.

(whistling)

(playful music)

- All set.

- Hey, what are you doing

with Uncle Martin's
personality alternator?

You wanna be careful
with that thing,

it can change your
personality completely.

- Well, it was just lying
around in the bedroom

and with old snoopy
George in here

I thought it might be better
to store it down at the garage.

- Good thinking.

But then again, why not?

You've got my brain.

Hey, running late.

- Okay, I'm on my way.

- Huh, well, there's something

even the man who has
everything doesn't have.

(audience laughing)

(playful music)

- Now, let's see.

How would Uncle Martin
work this thing?

(knock on door)

- Hi, George, what
are you doing here?

- Oh, Tim.

Well, your typewriter
ribbon broke

and I thought I--

What are you doing here?

I saw you drive off to
work a few minutes ago.

- You saw me drive off to
work a few minutes ago.

Of course I drove off to
work a few minutes ago.

You see, I remembered
that I forgot something

and so I stopped at the corner

and left my car
at the gas station

and then I ran all the way back.

- Which should we take with us?

The tuna fish or the egg salad?

- Oh, which did
you need for work?

The tuna, the egg salad or--

- George, Sylvia.

Sylvia, George.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Well, I thought we
were going to the beach.

- The beach?

I thought you said--

- I'm just gonna go to work.

Yes, I do my best
work at the beach.

George, I don't want
to rush you or anything

but I'm sure you understand.

- Bye.

(audience laughing)

(phone ringing)

- Hi.

Oh, hello, Mr. Benson.

What?

What do you mean?

What did I mean by what I did?

What did I do?

I came to work.

I took my paycheck.

And I left?

I left, of course I left.

Mr. Benson, you
see, I remembered

that I'd forgotten
something at home

and so I came here
to pick it up.

10 minutes.

Yes, sir, I'll be
back in 10 minutes.

- I thought we were
going to the beach.

- The beach, yeah.

Well, you see hon, I'm
gonna have to go downtown.

I'm sorry but--

Oh, my car, I gave it to him.

Hon, I'm gonna have
to borrow yours.

- My car, but I--

- Oh, sweetheart, please.

Right now just trust me.

I need a little faith,
I need a little hope.

And I think later
on this afternoon

I'm gonna need a lot of charity.

(audience laughing)

- Oh, Tim.

- Not now, George,
I don't have time.

(audience laughing)

- I thought you--

Say, weren't you just
wearing different clothes?

- Different clothes?

Why, I guess I was.

I changed in the car.

- In the car?

You haven't been gone
more than half a minute.

- Half a minute, huh?

Well, I have to get
better than that.

You see, I'm starting to
be a quick change artist.

Say, is that young
lady still upstairs?

- Well, I guess so, you
just left by yourself.

- Yes, yes, that's very
observant of you, George.

I guess that's why you're
such a good psychiatrist.

Bye, George.

- Where is Sylvia?

You--

- Home, getting dressed
for this evening.

We've got a big date.

Oh, we had a wonderful
time at the beach.

- Oh, is that so?

Would you mind telling
me what the big idea is?

Taking my paycheck,
taking my girl?

- Temper, temper.

After all you can't
things from yourself.

I'm you and you're me.

- Oh, no, we're not,
not anymore we aren't.

- Oh, well then you
notice the difference

in our personality makeup, huh?

- You could say that again.

Hey, did you--

Did you use Uncle Martin's
personality alternator?

- Quite an
improvement, isn't it?

Oh, by the way,
things are gonna be

considerably different
around here from now on.

- Different?

- We, oh no, I mean, I
have taken it upon myself

to write a story that you
would never dare to write.

How it feels to live with
a real, live Martian,

by Timothy J. O'Hara.

I think the J sort of
adds a little dignity.

Don't you think so?

Bye.

- Oh, brother,
what am I gonna do?

Uncle Martin, where are you?

- [Martin] On television.

- On television.

On television?

How did you get in there?

- I'm not in here, I'm 35 miles
outside of Denver, Colorado.

I'm merely employing
a Martian variation

of your closed circuit
television system.

- Oh.

- I thought I'd better check in.

I've been getting some
very disturbing vibrations.

- You think your
vibrations are disturbed?

Take a look at me.

Do you know what that, that
reasonable paxillin has done?

He has stolen my
paycheck, stolen my girl

and now, he not only intends
to take over tomorrow,

but he's also written
a story entitled,

What It Is Like To
Live With A Martian,

by Timothy J. O'Hara.

- You're joking.

- No, no, I'm not.

He added the middle initial.

(audience laughing)

- I meant about him
writing about me.

Now what would make
him want to do that?

It's not at all like you.

- That's the point, he is
no longer exactly like me.

Except physically.

He used your
personality alternator.

- This is serious.

I still haven't
found NA2B4O7 yet.

You're going to have to keep
him from turning in that story

until I get back.

- Oh, don't worry.

He won't get out
of here tomorrow

if I have to knock him out.

- Which won't be easy.

Don't forget, for every muscle
you have, he has a duplicate.

- Now, how do you like that?

Double crossed by
my own muscles.

Who is going to believe you?

Now, will you just tell me that?

Who is going to believe

that you have a real, live
Martian living in your house?

You're going to try and
sell them a story like that,

they'll throw you
right on your rear.

- I have actual photographs
of the spaceship right here

and I have other pictures of
various Martian inventions.

- Anybody can take pictures.

All you have to do is
go to a dime store,

buy a little tiny toy
spaceship, take a picture of it.

And that's what they're
gonna say you did.

- Well, not when I actually
give a demonstration

of Uncle Martin's
molecular separator.

- The molecular separator?

- Yes, you see, I
put it in my car.

Of course if I need
final proof, there's you.

- Me?

What do you mean there's me?

- Well, I went into some
detail in the article

about how our Martian had
created you by duplicating me.

- Dupli--

You're the duplicate,
I am the original.

- Try to prove it.

(playful music)

- Good morning, Tim.

- Hi, George.

What's on your mind?

- I was wondering
when we could sit down

and have a nice long talk.

You did promise, you know.

- Did I?

Well, how about right now?

- Now?

- Yes.

Yeah, we can talk
on the way downtown.

- Oh, good.

(playful music)

- Well, of all the
dirty, low down tricks.

I can't get near him as
long as he has George

and he knows it.

Uncle Martin.

Uncle Martin, will
you tune me in?

Just tune me in.

I'm vibrating like crazy.

Uncle Martin, you've
got to do something.

- Kindly stop pounding on me.

You're giving me a headache.

(audience laughing)

- Oh, I'm sorry.

But listen, he's gone
down to See Hear Magazine.

He's even disloyal
to the newspaper.

He's gonna tell them that
he's me and that I'm him.

And he took George with him.

And he also took your
molecular separator.

He's gonna use that as evidence.

Now you gotta do something.

Can't you immobilize
him or something?

- Not from this distance.

And your Earth transport
vehicles are so slow.

I don't know whether I
can get there in time.

You'll just have to follow
him and try to stall.

- Uncle Martin, if anybody
sees the two of us together,

it's goodbye Charlie.

- I'm afraid it will also
be, goodbye Uncle Martin.

(gentle music)

- Tim, I thought you were
still in with Mr. Abernathy.

- Mister who?

- Mr. Abernathy, the
publisher of the magazine.

- Oh, that Mr. Abernathy.

You mean, I'm in
there with him now?

I mean, I was in
there with him now?

I stepped out for
a breather, George.

- You realize, young man,

that's a pretty fanciful
tale you just told me.

Living all this time
with a disguised Martian.

- [Clone] I can prove it.

- And this you say is
a molecular separator.

- Don't touch.

First the money,

then I'll give you a
convincing demonstration.

- Quite frankly, Mr.
O'Hara, my instinct

is to have you thrown out
as some sort of eccentric.

- Suit yourself.

I'll just go down the
street to your competitor.

- All right, Mr. O'Hara,
I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll have a cheque
drawn in your favor.

You understand that I
can stop payment on it

and have you arrested for
fraud if this is a hoax.

- It's a deal.

- I'll have to speak to the
dispersing officer personally

about that large a cheque.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

- [Clone] I'll be here.

- Look, George, I don't
have any time now.

I have to figure out what
to do about Mr. Abernathy.

- Here he comes now.

- Who?

- Mr. Abernathy.

- Mr. Abernathy.

- Well, I thought you were
going to wait in my office.

- Your office.

Yes, sir, well, it was getting
a little stuffy in there.

- Oh.

Well, I have your cheque.

- Cheque?

- Yes, you demanded
payment in advance

before you demonstrated that
machine that you showed me.

- I did?

Yes, I guess I did, didn't I?

10,000$?

- Oh, wasn't that the
amount you asked for?

- Oh, yeah, I suppose it was.

Give a dollar, take a dollar.

Oh, well.

- What are you doing?

- Mr. Abernathy, I have
a confession to make.

I'm afraid that I didn't
exactly tell you the truth.

As a matter of fact, I
made up that whole story.

You see, I thought maybe
you might be in the market

for a good science
fiction story.

- Science fi--

Why, you confounded
young upstart.

You almost had me
believe in that trash.

- Trash?

Well, it isn't
necessarily trash.

It could happen you know.

Except of course it didn't.

(audience laughing)

- Get out of here.

And never show your
face in my office again.

- Your office?

Oh, Mr. Abernathy, why don't
you take the afternoon off?

Why don't you go
golfing or go hunting.

Catch a fish or something.

- Tim, I'd like very much
of you to meet Dr. Mayrleen.

- Later, George, later.

(audience laughing)

- Tim.

Tim, where did you go?

- That was quick.

- O'Hara, I told you

not to show your face
in my office again.

- Who, me?

- Not a minute ago,
up in the corridor

when you tore up my cheque.

- Tore up your che--

Oh, so he's here too, is he?

Now look, this is nothing more

than another Martian
trick, Mr. Abernathy.

That wasn't me, that
was my duplicate.

It's all right in here.

- I don't wanna hear any more
about your Martian tricks.

You take your junk
and get outta here.

- If I could produce
my duplicate, would
that convince you?

- How do I know it
isn't your twin brother?

- With both of us having
exactly the same fingerprints?

- Come on.

- Tim, how did
you get down here?

- Where did you
last see me, George?

- You went around that
corner and just disappeared.

- Oh, I did?

Well, I guess he must have
ducked in one of those doors.

I'll have a check.

- Since you've been gone,
it's gotten worse and--

- Uncle Martin, how
did you get here?

- Fortunately I wasn't too far

from the Air Defense Command
Base at Colorado Springs.

I boarded one of their
Los Angeles sound jets.

Invisibly of course.

- Oh, well, I am
glad to see you.

Because he's been nothing but
trouble ever since you left.

He's down here trying to
sell a story about you.

- Me?

You're the one.

He's not me, I'm me.

- See what I mean?

Ever since he got ahold of
your personality changer,

he has been planning to
become the permanent me.

- Uncle Martin,
don't listen to him.

I am the original.

- I think we'd better
put a stop to this

before he gets out of hand.

- Uncle Martin, don't let--

Don't, don't!

(audience laughing)

- Well, apparently your
duplicate was unaware

that when the
machine is reversed

it's reversed all the way.

The back of the
scope does the work.

- That was a close one.

- Not really.

- Do you mean that you knew
all the time that I was me?

- In all honesty, I must confess
the thought crossed my mind

that possible you
were the fraud.

However, the moment that
he reached for the machine

I knew better.

The real Tim O'Hara
is too tender hearted

to ever destroy a living thing.

Even his own image.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Just call me chicken.

- Perhaps I should.

After all, as a very
wise man once told me,

the chicken is not infrequently
the true dove of peace.

- And I feel certain,
Mr. O'Hara, that

Dr. Mayrleen and I can
do wonders for Tim.

I have been observing
him very carefully

and he exhibits every
classical symptom

of the schizoid
dual personality.

- Maybe it's just
a passing phase.

- No, no, no, no.

This is the fallacy.

In these cases the situation
invariably worsens.

- I was just
thinking about soup.

(zap)

(audience laughing)

- I don't know how good a
psychologist George may be,

but he's right about one thing.

The situation
invariably worsens.

- Dr. Mayrleen.

(audience laughing)