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Sam, why do I get the feeling

you're trying to bring
Salem home, piece by piece?

Everything I bought
was a real bargain.

When you go broke,
it doesn't matter

if you overpaid or got bargains.

Oh, hi. A package just arrived
for you, special messenger.

I set it on the table.

Thank you.

Just what we needed,
another package.

Here.

Thanks.

Oh, Darrin, look at the darling
teapot that Larry sent us.

Larry. By special messenger?

I wonder what his angle is.

Does there always
have to be an angle

There have been times
when he's done something nice

without an ulterior motive.

When?

I wonder what his angle is.

Hello, Samantha, Mr. Stephens.

I'm sorry to bother you, but...

Esmeralda, you're not all here.

She's not all there either.

Darrin.

Oh, dear, I always do
that when I'm rushing.

Is anything wrong at home?

Oh, no. Everything's fine.

How's the vacation?

Excuse me for raising the point,

but, uh, who's
with the children?

Oh. I got Aunt
Hagatha to sit with them

while I checked with you.

I was worried because Tabitha
wants to change the baby.

Well, what's wrong with that?

She wants to change
him into a rabbit.

Absolutely not.

I didn't wanna
be too permissive.

Well, I guess I'd
better get back

and relieve Aunt Hagatha
before Mrs. Tate gets there.

Uh, Mrs. Tate?

She'd drop in and check
on the kids from time to time.

What's all this?

That's Samantha's
famous parlor trick.

She takes a month's pay

and turns it into
a lot of packages.

And that's before lunch.

I'll just take them
back with me.

Oh, no, don't bother, Esmeralda.

It's no trouble, Samantha.

No, no, Esmeralda.
Please, don't.

Sam, since the subject
of change has come up,

I'd like to propose one.

Sweetheart, Esmeralda
may not be the greatest,

but she is neat.

And the children adore her.

Oh, there are
other possibilities.

There's Serena and Uncle
Arthur and Mother and Daddy.

Like I always said,

there's nothing
wrong with Esmeralda.

Right.

Sweetheart, I've planned
the whole afternoon.

After the Peabody Museum,

we'll go visit the
Pioneer Village

and then we'll drive
to Sturbridge and...

Hello. Larry.

Don't let him talk
you into anything.

By the way, Sam
and I wanna thank you

for that teapot you sent us.

We both think it's... Oh?

It's not for us?

Well, that old teapot
may help us swing

the greatest deal since
the Alaskan Purchase.

Larry, where are you?

He's still in Boston.

I thought you were
going back to New York.

I decided to stay over,

because I've run into a
wonderful opportunity for you.

Larry, I hate to point this out,

but when one is on vacation,
and one starts working,

one stops being on vacation.

Okay, okay. We'll discuss
it next time I see you.

Fine. In the meantime,
I'll send you a postcard.

Bye-bye.

I'm proud of you.

I don't know. He
gave in too easily.

Boston's only a half
an hour from here.

We'd better get going.

Oh. I have to get my purse.

Just as I thought.

Trying to pull a fast
one and sneak out.

But being a bit sneaky myself,
I was one step ahead of you.

I called from the lobby.

Larry, whatever it is
you're up to, forget it.

Oh, don't turn me
down without a hearing.

I appeal to you,
Sam. Reason with him.

Larry is absolutely right.

Listen to him,
then turn him down.

All right. I'm listening.

I'll give it to you
in three words:

Sir Leslie Bancroft.

That name doesn't ring a bell?

I don't even get a tinkle.

You get any vibrations from
British Imperial Textile Mills?

He owns it.

Lock, stock and dividends.

Sir Leslie's just
in from London.

And do you know why?

Darrin doesn't care
why. Do you, sweetheart?

That's right. I don't care why.

Why?

To find the proper agency
to devise a tasteful campaign

to introduce his product
to the American market.

And I think I've convinced him

we're the ones to
handle his account.

And how did you do that?

That's where the
teapot comes in.

The old silver fox found out

that Sir Leslie's a
Revolutionary War buff.

Can you imagine how
grateful Sir Leslie will be

when you present him with
an original Paul Revere teapot?

That's an original?

That's an authentic
original reproduction.

That's original.

Forget it. Sam and I have plans.

So have I.

And they include
our joining Sir Leslie,

who's waiting in
the park right now.

Forget it.

You mean you intend to persist

in this stubborn,
hard-nosed attitude of yours?

I do.

All right. I don't need you.

I'll take my teapot and go.

I don't mean to be impatient,

but I'd like to have
my teapot, please.

Uh, the truth is, uh...

it's not here.

That's the truth, all right.

Exactly where is my teapot?

That's a good question.

Oh. Uh...

I-I'll bet the maid
p-put it in the bedroom.

I'll go look for it.

I'll help you.

Well, just hurry it up.

Esmeralda must have taken it

when she took the
rest of the packages.

You stall. I'll pop
home and get it.

First make sure
Louise isn't there.

Okay.

Yes?

I-I'd like to speak
to Esmeralda.

One moment, please.

What do you mean,
you haven't got it?

It's in the hotel storage
room, for security reasons.

Then I'll go down
there and get it.

Which won't be
open for 15 minutes,

so why don't you and I

have a little chat with Sir
Leslie in the meantime?

I knew you wouldn't let
me down. You son of a gun.

Stephens residence.

E-Esmeralda, is Mrs. Tate there?

Yes, she's out on the
patio with the children.

Uh, well, I was
calling to find out

if you took back one
extra package by mistake.

It's a square box

and it has an antique
Paul Revere teapot in it.

Oh, wait a minute.
I'll look for it.

Oh.

Here it is. Check.

I found it and I'll send
it right back to you.

Maybe you'd better do that.

But, Esmeralda, that's a very
special Paul Revere teapot,

so please, please be careful.

Let me see, now. How
does that go again? Um...

Oh, yes.

Pheasant, finch And
a fat white gander

Add a spotted salamander

Season, baste Add dragon's ear

Return the pot Of Paul Revere

Tallyho, to Salem you go

Oh, good grief.

And who are you, mistress?

A-and what manner
of place is this?

Uh, M-Mr. Revere,
please. Uh, be patient.

I-I-I'll explain it
all in just a minute.

Hello. Hello,
operator. Operator.

Get me Esmeralda, quick.

Sir Leslie,

this is Darrin
Stephens, my associate.

How do you do? How do you do?

I've heard some rather
splendid things about you.

Heh-heh. Larry's
always exaggerating.

Your country owes a
great deal to Roger Conant.

I'm well aware of that
heroic English seaman.

His band was the first
to settle in this area.

I see you're a
history buff yourself.

Well, ever since
I was a little boy.

You weren't exaggerating
about your young man,

not in the least.

Now, sir, I'm most
anxious to hear your ideas

on how to introduce my
product to your country.

Well, I, uh, haven't worked
out anything in detail.

Uh, so let's go back to
Darrin's suite and chat, hmm?

He has an early American
teapot he's anxious to show you.

Young man, how
old is your teapot?

Oh. It's old.

It could have been
made by Paul Revere.

Jolly good.

Well, let's pop along

and have a look at it, shall we?

You're a what?

A witch.

But a good witch.

I see.

So according to you,

it's 200 years since the
British were driven out.

We now have machines
that fly in the air

and boats that sail
under the water.

I've forgotten the moon.

Surely we've flown to the moon.

Well, as a matter
of fact, we have.

You are either a demented liar

or the most artful
of British spies.

That's not true.
I'm a loyal colonist.

Sam, I'm back with
Larry and Sir Leslie.

Sir Leslie? So you are
in league with the British.

I must ride to warn
my countrymen.

Oh, but beli... Believe
me, uh, Mr. Revere,

there is no need for
you to ride at this time.

Now, y-you stay here. Trust me.

I'll let you know when
it's time to make your ride.

It will go ill with
you if I am betrayed.

Don't worry. I'm ill already.

Sam?

Excuse me.

Oh, Sam. Uh, Sir Leslie,
this is my wife, uh, Samantha.

H-h-how do you do?
Sir Leslie Bancroft.

How do you do?
It's a great pleasure.

Hi. Well, did you
get the teapot?

Are you ready for a joke?

They lost the key
to the storage room.

You'll excuse me if I
don't collapse with laughter.

But it'll be here as soon
as they make a new key.

There's no point in
getting into a flap about it.

We'll just wait.
Oh, well, sit down.

Ah, thank you.
As a matter of fact,

this will be a good time to hear
some more about your ideas.

About what? Oh.
Oh, the campaign.

Uh, well, I'd really like to
surprise you with the idea

when it's more fully developed.

Well, I'm warning
you, it's got to be good.

Because my people tell
me to expect stiff competition

as we invade the American market

and establish British
Imperial as top dog for all time.

Calling any helpful goblin
Elf or dryad, solve my problem

Get the pot to go from here
And Paul Revere to disappear

Oh, dear. What's the use?

I'm tired, and I've got
a splitting headache,

and my throat is getting hoarse.

A saturation campaign
will capture the American...

You'll never succeed, Britisher!

Don't point that at
me. He's the Britisher!

You'll be opposed by every
man, woman and child, sir.

Uh, uh, Sir Leslie, I-I'd
like to introduce Mr...

Revere, sir. Paul Revere.

Yes, of course.
Delighted, I'm sure.

Who is this, anyway?

It's Paul Revere, isn't it, Sam?

Y-yes. As a
matter of fact, it is.

Uh, c-courtesy of Esmeralda.

Who?

Well, a-actually,

uh, M-Mr. Revere is
the head of a rock group.

He lives his part. Surely
you've heard of them?

Paul Revere a-and
His Sons of Liberty.

Yes, I've heard of the group.
I thought they were younger.

Uh, well, yeah, th-they were
w-when they first started.

But, uh, well, if you've
heard their music,

you know how it can age you.

I've heard enough.

You don't think I'd sit idly by

and listen to your
treasonous plans.

Open the door or lose it!

Excuse me.

Uh, you too.

The British are coming!
The British are coming!

- Oh, no, no, wait, Mr. Revere!
- No, wait a minute.

Oh, my stars. Don't
worry, Darrin, I'll catch him.

The British are coming!

The British are coming!
To arms! To arms!

The British are coming!

The British are coming!
To arms! To arms!

The British are coming!
The British are coming!

- To arms! To arms!
- Whoa! Oh!

Follow that horse!

I would hope there's a
reasonable explanation

for Mr. Revere's behavior.

I doubt it. Heh.

But go ahead,
have a whack at it.

A-all right. Here it is.

He's a symbol.

Paul Revere alerting all America

that the British are coming.

I'm afraid I don't quite follow.

Well, that is... Heh-heh.

British Imperial
Textiles is coming here.

Taking the country by storm.

I see. Then this whole thing
was an advertising stunt.

What'd I tell you
about this boy?

There's your
campaign in a nutshell.

You'll have the public
eating out of your hand.

Sir Leslie?

Why are you putting on your hat?

I always do that
when I'm leaving.

I run a business, not a circus.

You and your wild ideas.
"The British are coming."

Small correction.
The British are going.

To arms! The British are coming!

To arms! To arms! To
arms! The British are coming!

To arms! To arms! Right on.

The British! To arms!

Who's the joker we're chasing?

Paul Revere.

Lady, if you don't wanna
answer, just say so.

W-well, I-I'm sorry.

Uh, th-this is a run-through
for a peanut butter commercial.

Yeah, that's about
what I figured.

To arms! To arms!
The British are coming!

To arms! To arms!

To arms! The British
are coming! To arms!

The British are coming!

The British are coming!
To arms! To arms!

I'll say this much about the
Chamber of Commerce around here.

They put on a great show.

A fraternity initiation stunt?

He's getting a little old for
that sort of thing, isn't he?

Well, uh, actually, sergeant,

Uncle Charlie is
a little eccentric.

A little? Hmph.

You're right.

He's getting worse.

The truth is that, during
the Revolutionary days,

there was an organization
called the Sons of Liberty

that was headed by Paul Revere.

Uncle Charlie takes that
organization very seriously.

You mean, he thinks
he's Paul Revere?

You mean, he's...?

Oh, dear. Tsk.

Just a moment, Miss Stephens.

Clancey!

Did you call me?

Uh, let the lady have
a couple of minutes

with that weirdo we just...

I'm sorry. With Mr. Revere.

You've come to laugh at me.
Go ahead. I don't blame you.

No. No, Mr. Revere. I am
not going to laugh at you.

You were telling me the
truth. The world has moved on.

A world filled with all the
marvels you talked about.

All I did was to play the fool.

Don't say that.
Your ride is history.

There was just no reason
for you to ride again.

Would you send me back now?

Oh, I can't.

Esmeralda's working on it.

But before she does,

there's something
I'd like you to see.

Take my hand. We'll
make a quick trip to Boston.

Sorry, folks, but you'll just...

How did you let 'em
get past you, Clancey?

I didn't. I opened the
door and they disappeared.

What am I talking about?
You saw them disappear.

I didn't see anything.

I'm gonna have to make
a report on this, Clancey.

But... And it's not
gonna look good

for you at all.

Look familiar, Mr. Revere?

That's me.

"Paul Revere."

"and fused these
lovers of liberty

into an emerging nation."

And the Old North Church.

After all these
years, it still stands.

One if by land, two if by sea.

Aye. That was
the signal, all right.

Ah. I-I can't get over it.

A comely miss like you, a witch.

Well, we're not
all hags, you know.

How strange.

Uh, no, not... Not really.

It just means that
Esmeralda's spell is working.

This is the first leg
of your journey back.

No, no, no. This
teapot. I made it.

It has endured all these years.

I beg your pardon, Mr. Revere,
but it's a reproduction.

You see, it doesn't
bear your mark.

But of course not.
You'll read no mark at all.

This is the teapot
I was working on

the night I was called to ride.

I couldn't expect
my country to wait

while I put my mark on a teapot.

In the days that followed,
there was much confusion.

Somehow it disappeared.
Here. Allow me.

For you, dear lady.

Oh. Thank you, Mr. Revere.

You may call me Paul.

Well, y-you'll be
leaving any moment.

It was a great pleasure
meeting you, Mr...

Paul.

Esmeralda, for
once in your life,

your timing was magnificent.

Of all the dimwitted,
lamebrained ideas...

You're repeating
yourself, Larry.

Yes, and I'm going to keep
right on repeating myself.

Thanks to your
lamebrained, dimwitted i...

Sir Leslie. Sam. Sam.

Well, h-how about
this for a coincidence?

Sir Leslie and I
met in the lobby.

L-Larry, wait a minute. I
think there's something...

I want you to have
this, Sir Leslie.

A gift from me to you.

But, Larry...

But I thought it was
Mr. Stephens' teapot.

That's right. A gift
from Stephens to you.

What is it, Sam?

Oh, uh, n-nothing important.

This is very kind of
you, Mr. Stephens.

Now, I've been thinking
about that idea of yours.

Oh, forget it. It
was all a mistake.

I was running a
high fever at the time.

It's too late. I've already
seen the full-page ad.

The full-page ad?
What full-page ad?

You know, the
one Sir Leslie saw.

And loved.

"The Mystery of
the Daylight Ride

of Paul Revere."

You know, the
more I think about it,

the more I realize
that this ad is exactly

what the doctor ordered.

Paul Revere on the
highways and the byways,

on the wireless, on the telly,

in the newspapers,
informing the American public

that British Imperial
Textiles is coming.

It's truly an inspiration.

No, I don't think
that's quite the word.

- Of course that's the word.
- An inspiration.

I never doubted it for a minute.

I knew you'd come
through, sweetheart.

And the chap that
played the part.

He was a perfect Paul Revere.

Yes, he wasn't bad, was he?

Uh, perhaps we
could... Uh, Mr. Revere

is in retirement, permanently.

Pity.

Great Scott.

This is a genuine Paul Revere.

Well, naturally. You don't
think Stephens would...

Genuine?

No doubt about it.

Oh, I can't accept this
gift. It's worth a fortune.

Well, in that case...

You keep your
teapot, Mr. Stephens.

Now, I shall be
getting back to Boston.

Will you be handling
the business elements?

Uh, yes, but...
Well, let's you and I

get back to my hotel, Mr. Tate,

and start working out
the details of our deal.

Yes, but... Mrs. Stephens,

so nice meeting you.

Sir Leslie.

Thanks again, young
man. Oh, my pleasure.

Sam, would you like to explain
how that ad got in the paper?

How?

Sam.

Sweetheart, witchcraft
got you into this mess.

I saw no reason why witchcraft
shouldn't get you out of it.

Besides,

we got a genuine Paul
Revere teapot in the bargain.

Can we keep it?

Why not?

It was a gift from Sir Leslie.