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Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Alfred Hitchcock Hour.

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He is of the opinion that my way of opening the show lacks zip and

excitement. He is attempting to zip me up.

If that had the same effect on the viewers as it did on me, our audience

will be too exhausted to watch the show.

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too kind, and too thoughtful.

I'm sure all of you husbands know this problem.

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Quite possibly his last ones.

John! John!

Alice!

What is it?

What's the matter?

It happened again.

Poor darling.

I'm all right now. I'm just cold.

Oh, it's because you've been ill. I was quite worried about you the first two

days you were here.

Is it some kind of nightmare?

I'm in bed and the curtains move. They begin to billow with... There isn't any

wind, and then something comes from behind them.

Something? A shadow, something dark, something horrible. I wait, and it moves

nearer, and I can't move.

I know it's going to destroy me. I wish you'd have let me call the doctor when

you first had that attack.

Oh, no, it was just a stomach upset.

I've never really been ill.

I'll get you some tea.

That's odd.

What is?

The curtains I keep seeing in my nightmare.

What about them? I just realized they're the ones in my bedroom

at home.

Good morning, Ethel. Good morning, sir.

I'll be back around five in case my wife calls. Well, I'll tell her, sir.

Oh, and Mr.

Norton's coming for dinner.

Tonight? About seven.

I've already spoken to Mrs. Bates about what to cook.

We'll probably play cards after dinner. So would you set up the table, please?

Yes, sir.

The house is different with Mrs. Pemberton away, isn't it?

Yes, it is.

She'll be back on Friday, won't she?

Yes. In two days.

Well, Gus, this man came into the bar. Oh, with an alligator.

Oh, dear.

What's the punchline?

Oh, yes.

The bartender said, we don't serve alligators. Mother. They don't drink.

Why, Alice.

What are you doing with your valise? Going home.

Is there any mail for me? I'm Mrs. Pemberton.

No, ma'am.

I'll see you tomorrow, Mrs. Wales. Thanks. Goodbye, Gus.

For Alice.

Home? What do you mean?

John isn't expecting you until Friday. I know, but I decided to leave. I'm sure

you'll be glad to get back.

I'm anxious to be rid of you, darling.

Of course not, Mother. But John will be so pleased to see you. He called twice

to ask exactly how you were feeling. What did you tell him? Oh, you know how

bad I am at descriptions.

I told him you were feeling much better.

Only I would speak to the cook if I were you. I'm sure it's something she's using

on the pots to clean them with. Yes. Oh, Mother, didn't I throw that dressing

gown in the rubbish?

Oh, did you?

You must have got it out again.

What happened to the new dressing gown I brought you?

Oh, it's upstairs, darling.

Didn't you like it? Oh, yes, very much.

Well, maybe the color.

I chose dark brown.

Oh, yes, lovely dark brown.

Very suitable.

But maybe it's the cut.

It's exactly like the one I saw Mr.

Milford's mother wearing. Oh, yes, and Mr. Milford is such a good preacher.

I'm sure his mother must be very proud of him.

Well, I'm sure she wouldn't be wearing a thing like that out in the front garden

and making jokes with the postman. Oh, darling, do I really look so dreadful?

Oh, mother.

Don't you worry about your old mother, darling. She's past redemption.

Well, have a good drive home and give my love to Madge and Leo.

All right.

Pemberton. We didn't expect you back until Friday.

Well, here I am Wednesday.

Is Mr. Pemberton in?

No. He said he'd be back about five.

Has the gardener been here?

Yes.

It's nice to be home.

I see you've dusted.

Every day, ma'am.

tiny, Ethel. Oh, thank you.

Oh, Ethel, my mother didn't telephone you, did she?

Call me, Mrs. Pemberton?

I mean, and warn you that I was coming and then you dusted and tidied up?

I've kept the house just like you see it all the time you've been away.

Oh, Ethel, it could happen.

Bring my bag upstairs, will you? I want to change and run out with my sisters

after lunch.

Ethel, you're sure my mother didn't telephone you?

I've told you, Mrs. Pemberton.

The phone hasn't rung all morning.

Eltho.

Yes, ma'am. Why, look at this.

Somebody must have torn my picture and then pasted it together and put it back

in the frame.

Who'd do a thing like that?

The other maid. The one we had before you came.

I had to fire her, and she probably did it just out of spite, and I never

noticed it till now.

I suppose nobody's pressed Mr. Pemberton's clothes since I've been

gone.

They look all right.

What's this?

I wouldn't know.

What are you doing lying in the dark? You're not sick, are you?

I've been trying to sleep.

Sleep? On a wonderful afternoon like this?

There,

now. Isn't that better?

I thought you weren't coming home until Friday.

Oh, I changed my mind.

You know, nobody met me at the door. Is your girl off today?

I let her go.

Let her go? Why?

We can't afford a maid.

Oh, poor nonsense. Of course you can.

Does Walter expect you to clean your own house?

Well, I've been cleaning it.

Would you like a cup of coffee, Alice? No, thanks, dear. You know, I never

drink coffee.

Well, how'd you find Mother?

Oh, she's all right.

You know, it is surprising how she seems perfectly happy just muddling along.

Oh, I don't think she does much muddling. She knows how she likes to

live, and she lives that way.

It is too, Jeffrey.

Alice, please, don't encourage Betty.

Encourage her? Please, Alice, don't.

Aunt Alice!

Betty. Hello, Jeffrey.

Oh, I'm so glad you're home. I prayed for you to get well. Did you?

Every night. Oh, that's nice, isn't it, Madge?

And I wrote a composition in school. It was about what I wanted to be when I was

grown up. And I set a missionary.

Oh, what a nice ambition.

I'm going to go to the islands, and I'll convert all the natives.

All right, Betty, that's enough.

I left some cookies in the kitchen. Go get them. And then you'd better change

your clothes.

Must I, Mother?

Must I, Aunt Alice? Well, you look absolutely... I'm your mother, not Aunt

Alice. Now go on. You too, darling.

Bye.

See what happens?

I've asked you, Alice, please, not to talk to Betty so much about religion.

Why not?

It's not healthy.

Oh, that's nonsense. Don't you want your children to be taught any religion?

Of course I do. But when a ten-year-old says she wants to be a missionary in

Timbuktu, that's exhibitionism.

Don't be so scientific.

You brought your children up in a good old-fashioned way instead of being so

liberal with them. They're my children, Alice.

Yes, obviously.

From their manners.

And what's wrong with my children's manners?

Look at Jeffrey.

Well, what about Jeffrey?

Oh, I'm not as modern as you are, but, I mean, isn't there just something a

little bit sissy about him clinging to you like that? He's five years old.

Why shouldn't he cling to me? I'm his mother.

Oh, but running to you and kissing you, not even saying hello to me, I'd be

worried. Would you?

Well, I'm not.

I worry more about Betty.

Well, I must be running.

I want to stop in and see Leo on the way home.

Alice. Hmm?

Oh, you're crushing me. I'm sorry. I just wanted to give you a hug. Like we

used to when we were kids.

You are looking tired.

Have Walter get you some help.

Is your father home?

It's me, your Aunt Alice.

Well, can't you see me?

Colin, if you don't stop reading, you're not going to have any eyes at all.

Colin, what is it?

It's Aunt Alice. She's downstairs.

I ran away.

Oh, Colin.

I hate it when she comes here. She just gets father sick.

Oh, honey, don't let her upset you. Why does she have to come here all the time?

Alice?

You must take care.

What will happen? It'll happen to your patients if you have a breakdown.

Oh, Evie, this... I'm all right now.

May I have a glass of water?

There you are.

You know, I read in the medical journal... Oh, darling, it's 3.30.

Won't you be late for Mrs. Dickinson?

Oh, thank you.

You'll have to excuse me, Alice.

I've got a house call to make. We can't let Mrs. Dickinson come to the office.

Mrs. Dickinson is bedridden.

But I mean when you're feeling like this.

We must all have dinner together some night with Alice and John.

You'd better hurry, dear.

Yes.

Goodbye, Alice.

Oh, Leo.

I don't like the sound of that cough.

Well, you know, it's getting worse.

Is it, Alice? I can't understand it. Leo's a doctor. He, of all people,

should know how to take care of himself.

We're all doing the best we can, Alice.

Oh, yes. Oh, you have a button missing.

Have I?

I didn't notice. Why don't you let me take your blouse home and I'll give it

to my maid to sew on for you.

I'll do it myself.

Thank you.

I wouldn't want to bother your maid.

Oh, she wouldn't mind. She never has enough to do. It's funny, isn't it? I

can't stand things like missing buttons. Well, it's psychological.

I mean, it shows one's character.

Yes, it does.

Well, I ought to be running.

I want to be sure that the cook has planned a nice dinner. Tell Leo I don't

like the sound of that cough.

You've already told him, Alice.

Oh, Evie, Colin needs a haircut. That is, if you can get his nose out of a

book long enough to take him to a barber. We're very proud of the fact

that Colin likes to read so much. Oh, what a beautiful afternoon.

Oh, aren't John and I lucky not to have any worries?

It's so wonderful to be...

Oh, at peace with oneself and the world. Of course, it's partly my doing. I would

have worries if I gave in to them, but I never do. Oh, look at me.

Counting my blessings and you have so much to do. Oh, bye, dear.

I ain't got nothing to do with it, ma'am.

It's what Mr.

Pemberton told me to cook.

Are you sure?

He's asked Mr. Norton to dinner, and he said Mr. Norton likes veal stew and

apple pie.

Oh, what a dreadful meal, so heavy and dull. Oh, Mrs. Bates, really. When I

think of all the time and trouble I've taken preparing menus with you, you

shouldn't serve Mr. Pemberton a dinner like that just because I'm away.

Shall I cook you something different?

No, thank you. I'll eat what they eat. And then at bedtime, I'll have my usual

cocoa. You did remember to order the new kind.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, Mrs. Bates, could you be using some cleanser that might have something,

well, poisonous in it?

Poisoned? I had a bad attack of something before I went to my mother's,

and she thought it might be, oh, something you're using in the pots or

the dishes.

It ain't nothing I'm using.

How can you be sure?

Because we all eat out of the same pots and off the same dishes.

That's true. Well, it was probably just a little stomach upset.

Darling. I'm home two days early. Oh, I'm feeling so much better. Did you go

to a doctor? Oh, you know I never go to doctors. I always cure myself.

By sheer willpower. Oh, and I'm feeling marvelous now. Oh, let me look at you.

Don't you look distinguished in that suit.

Do I?

Oh, darling.

I'm so glad you're here.

Are you? Oh, everybody's been hurried since I arrived. I mean, Evie and Madge.

Why is it that nobody wants to be happy or enjoy life except me?

Poor baby, nobody understands you, do they? Except you.

Except me.

Are you asleep?

You haven't kissed me yet, you know.

Haven't I?

You let me kiss you in the car, but you haven't kissed me.

What did you say?

Nothing. You said something out of your breath. It sounded like, forgive me.

Why should I forgive you? What have you done?

I didn't mean anything.

Have you been unfaithful to me?

I couldn't be, even if I wanted to.

I thought of nothing but you all the time you were away.

You've haunted me.

What have I got to forgive you for?

Oh, I guess I was just asking you to forgive me for being what I am and doing

whatever I've done.

Just as you might ask me to forgive you for being you.

Yes?

Have you done the flowers for the table?

Yes, ma'am. Did you put the candlesticks on?

Yes, ma'am. And you polished the silver ashtrays? I'm sure Ethel will have

everything very nice, darling. She has been known to forget, you know. You did

polish the silver?

Yes, ma'am. Thank you.

Oh, dear.

I wish Mr. Norton were coming. I wish we could be alone all evening.

The old man likes to play cards, sweetheart.

Does she?

Who? Mrs. Norton.

I think he said she was going out for the evening.

Well, when a man that age marries again, you have to expect that sort of thing.

What sort of thing?

Darling, she's at least 30 years younger than he is.

Alice, come on.

I like Norton.

I'd better go and put my dress on.

Alice. Yes, darling?

Promise me you won't say anything at dinner.

About what?

Don't give Norton any advice. Don't...

Tell him how wonderful old age is. Just let him have his dinner and play cards

with you.

Of course.

And don't talk too much.

Promise me?

Oh, you know how tactful I am. But it must be miserable for him having to go

to other people's houses to spend a pleasant evening.

Alice.

Promise me. Oh, you are silly. What could I possibly say?

Are you going to promise me?

I will be mute all evening.

Better luck next time, Mr. Norton.

Yes, I'm sorry you lost, Henry. Oh, it's all right. It's all right. Well, good

night, John. I want to thank you very much. I just thought you could manage

lunch next week, Henry. The plaza has a businessman special every Thursday.

I know, darling.

Um, call me, Henry. I'll remind him. He always forgets everything.

Well, you know that.

That's a very human failing, my dear. Oh, it was heaven to have you.

You know, you're a very unusual person, Alice.

Oh, heavens, Mr. Norton, you mustn't flatter me. I'm a very simple person.

Oh, no, my dear.

Anything but simple.

Good night. Good night.

Does he always leave so early?

No. Oh, I suppose it was that heavy dinner that made him sleepy.

Veal stew does that.

I don't think it was the stew.

But I do think it was a pity you tried to improve his gym game.

Oh, darling, I only told him I'd arrange his hand.

Alice. Henry's an old man.

He likes to play cards the way he's always played cards.

But, darling, if you're... And I think it was a pity, too, that you told him so

much about how you've tried to reform me since we've been married. I mean, how I

forget everything and lose everything.

That's true.

Alice, Norton's rich.

He's thinking of transferring all his business to me because he's not

satisfied with the lawyers he has now.

Oh, nothing I said could have changed his mind. I simply said that you'd

gotten over all those bad habits.

Yes, you told him that, too.

Well, then what's worrying you?

Possibly the idea that Norton might think a man whose wife has to look after

him as though he were feeble-minded might not be a very reliable lawyer to

give his business to.

Oh, dear.

I wish you'd drop me a hint at dinner.

Why? Well, then I would have told him what a wonderful lawyer you are. The

point is he'd like to find that out for himself.

Darling, I need some new business.

Don't you realize how few new clients I get? Nobody comes to the office anymore.

Oh, well, this town, you know... It's not this town.

Besides, I like Norton.

I'd like him to have confidence in me.

Oh, well, it's all right, darling. We'll just ask him to get it again and be

especially nice to him, and that's it.

Why are you sleeping? Are you going to come to bed?

No, I, uh... I think I'll stay down here. I want to think something up. All

right, but don't be long.

And darling, do remind Ethel to bring up my cocoa.

Good night.

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Went along, gave a spider, and sat down beside her and frightened Miss Muppet

away. Oh, John.

Good morning.

Have you had breakfast?

Bacon and eggs.

Did Mrs. Bates remember to turn your eggs over?

Yes, Mrs.

Bates remembered to turn my eggs over.

What are you going to do today?

Oh, I don't know. I may go and see Walter.

Walter? Do you know, he's let their girl go.

Madge is doing all the housework herself. Yes, I knew it. And it's made a

wreck of it.

Do you realize Madge is five years younger than I am, and she's already

looking, well, 20 years older. The least Walter can do is, oh, let her go on a

rest at one of those wonderful health resorts. Alice.

What? Don't.

Don't what?

Don't see Walter.

I'm serious.

All I was going to do is talk to him. Alice, listen, please don't interfere in

his and Madge's life. I'm not interfering.

What else would you call it?

Well, somebody has to talk to Walter. After all, if Madge fell down in the

road and a car was coming, why... It's not the same thing. To me, it is. I'd be

saving her. Anyway, I heard about a wonderful health resort up near Lake

Tahoe where they put you on diets and give you massages.

Sweetheart, I love you. Do you believe that?

Well, of course.

And you love me, don't you? You know I do.

Then for our sake, promise me, and this time keep your promise, to leave Madge

and Walter alone.

And that includes Evie and Leo.

Don't visit them unless they ask you.

Don't try to manage their affairs. Don't save them from anything.

John, you sound as though Leo and Evie resented me.

Would it matter to you?

Oh, I couldn't bear it, darling.

Why? Would it be so ungrateful of them? You know I'm always trying to do things

for them.

That's just the point.

Sweetheart, people change after they've grown up.

And married. And have children.

They like to be left alone.

They wouldn't want to unless they stopped loving me. John, don't tell me

everybody stopped loving me.

No, darling.

But I want you to make that promise. To please me.

I might... I might do something violent if you don't.

What?

Murder you.

Oh, silly.

All right. I promise.

That's exactly what Madge needs, Walter. Complete rest and quiet.

And then they get you up at 7 o'clock in the morning and make you exercise in the

woods. That's a charming idea.

And while Madge is away, I'll take care of Betty and Jeffrey. You know, I don't

think Madge understands Betty. I'll take her to church and to those Spanish

missions so she'll love it. Now, Alice. What is it, Walter?

I can't afford it.

Well, of course you can. It's only $500.

Well, I haven't got $500.

What? Well, you have all that oil stock. Sell some of it.

I've already sold that.

You haven't?

Two years ago.

I speculated.

Please try and understand, Alice.

I love my wife.

It kills me to see our hard matches working.

But I haven't got the $500.

I owe my creditors. I owe the government.

The market cleaned me out.

Well... Hello?

Yes, she's here.

It's John.

Oh, darling!

What?

What, John, I mean... Yes, John.

All right, John.

All right, I'll meet you outside, John. Yes.

Goodbye, John.

Who told you I was at Walter's office?

Ethel?

Ethel heard me telephoning.

Oh, she's worse than Lillian Hall.

Well, aren't you going to talk to me at all?

Of course, I'll have to see Madge. Oh, just because Walter's lost all his money

and she has to be a little careful. There's no reason for lying around on

sofas and playing the martyr.

Where are we going?

Go with me. Alice, can't you get it through your head? There's no necessity

of saying anything to Madge. She's a fine woman. She doesn't need any advice

from you. What's the matter with you? You're hurting my wrist.

I'm sorry.

I don't think you're sorry at all.

What did I say that was so awful?

Alice, have you ever read any fairy tales?

Fairy tales?

Yes.

There's one about a princess.

She was very beautiful.

She lived in a beautiful castle.

It had a beautiful garden.

But her fairy godmother warned her not to do one thing.

There was a particular flower in that garden. She wasn't to pick it.

If she did, she'd lose everything.

Her beauty, castle, everything.

I don't get the point.

Alice, princess, don't touch that flower, please.

Oh, don't be silly. They only write fairy stories to keep children out of

mischief.

Yes. And the children never listen, do they?

Who are you calling?

Madge. I want to talk to you.

All right.

I want you to listen to me very carefully because I'm going to tell you

the truth.

What are you doing?

I'm looking at you in the mirror.

Don't look at me in the mirror. Look at me here. This is where I am.

Is this better?

Alice, I'm going to tell you the truth about yourself. And I'm going to do it

right now.

Because tomorrow it might be too late.

Why?

Alice, you're a wonderful person.

You're the salt of the earth.

In the ten years I've been married to you, I've never known you to do anything

dishonorable.

You'd hold your hand in a hot fire for someone you love.

You'd give away your last nickel for someone in your family.

I know that.

And I know that now that you've found out Madge is broke, you'll shower her

with presents.

Shower her?

You'll drown her.

You'll be so generous with her that she'll grit her teeth every time the

postman delivers another package from you. That's a strange thing to say.

What I'm trying to tell you, Alice, is that nobody likes having salt rubbed

into their wounds.

Salt rubbed into their wounds?

You never give up an opportunity of making people feel inferior to you.

You insist on managing their lives, and then you expect them to be grateful.

Madge has been talking against me, hasn't she?

No.

What I'm trying to tell you, Alice, is that you hurt people.

You hurt them continually and intolerably.

You find out everybody's vulnerable point and you shoot arrows into it.

Sharp, poisoned arrows.

You find out what allows people to survive and you kill it.

Oh, my sister resents me. I knew that this morning.

Alice. And I suppose Evie's joined the chorus behind my back.

Yes. Yes, they talk against you. They have to, to protect themselves.

You are deadly.

That is ridiculous.

Now wait. I've got a lot more to tell you.

You want to know the real reason you aren't welcome at Leo's house?

It isn't because of Evie. It's Leo.

Leo can't stand you.

My brother?

He loves you like we all do, but you frighten him.

Frighten him?

Do you remember that wound he got during the war?

Yes, I remember.

It was a bad one. I know that. And last winter he got pneumonia.

I know that too.

He got well, but a little slowly.

And every day you'd go to the hospital and you'd sit by him.

And you'd look at him with those beautiful eyes and you'd say, Leo, are

you sure it isn't that old wound?

And then you'd pause and say, Leo, what will Evie and Colin do if you have to

give up your practice?

Because I was concerned. Isn't it natural for me to be concerned?

No, darling, because it is that old wound.

And Leo knew it. And Leo knew that you knew it.

Leo's a doctor. He knows what his coughing means.

He knows that the next time he gets pneumonia, he won't recover.

He'll die.

And he doesn't want to die.

People don't, you know.

So the only way he can go on from day to day is to forget.

To pretend that it's something else.

Smog, the damp air, anything.

Anything but what it really is. His death notice.

And he knows that every time you come near him, you manage to remind him of

it. You make sure you remind him of it.

Leo. How's the cough today?

Leo, you must be careful.

If you knew how many times Evie has called me and asked me to please, please

keep you away from him.

So?

What does that mean?

You've joined them. You've joined the conspiracy, too.

There's no conspiracy.

You torture Leo.

That's why Colin hates you.

No, Colin.

Colin loves his father.

And he knows that every time you go to his house, you leave his father so

depressed he's ready to cut his throat.

Naturally, he hates you, and you hate him.

That simply is not true.

It is.

You hate Colin because he tries to come between you and Leo.

Because he tries to protect his father.

And you love Betty because you can use her against Madge.

Have you quite finished?

Not quite. Well, I think maybe you'd better sleep in the guest room.

Haven't you listened to anything I've said?

Don't you understand what's happened to us?

We've no friends. Don't you realize that?

People are afraid of you.

Look what you did to old Henry Norton.

Look how your own mother had to leave this town because you made her feel that

you were ashamed of her.

How can you say that?

It's true.

She went to Leo crying that you made her feel that she belonged either in a

coffin or home for the aged. Stop it. Stop that.

Alice,

I'm sorry.

Don't cry.

I want to be liked, I do.

And I am at first, and then something happens. I'm trying to tell you what

makes them change.

Well, it hasn't changed you.

Hasn't it?

No, but what makes me miserable is that you listen to all these people when

they're trying to be spiteful about me.

Don't you feel that anything I've said is true?

No, I don't. I can't stop saying, imagine, Leo.

Why not?

I wouldn't want them to think I don't have any family feeling, and I do a

great deal.

Are you still going to talk to Madge about Walter's stock losses? Well, of

course. Why?

Well, I found something out about Walter that makes it necessary.

What?

Well, he speculated for a reason. He needed that extra money.

For what?

A woman.

The blonde in Fresno.

He found out about that.

He broke that off two years ago.

And two years ago, he lost his money.

You could have a lot of fun with that, couldn't you?

Madge would probably leave Walter.

She loves him.

But a little heart-to-heart talk with you would kill that.

And Walter, he's pretty down.

He doesn't have much left.

All he has to hang on to is Madge.

Take that away and he'd really fall.

All the way down.

Yes, you sure could have a lot of fun with a little item like the blonde and

Fresno. But I couldn't possibly keep this a secret from Madge. She'd never

forgive me even if it weren't my duty to tell her.

Alice.

Alice, listen.

Will you do one thing for me, please?

What? Let's sell this house. Let's go to Europe.

Let's forget about your family, this town. Let's give ourselves one last

chance, will you please? Are you joking?

You never meant anything more seriously in my whole life. You mean sell all my

beautiful things, leave my family, wander around Europe as though I were a

criminal? How can you even ask such a thing?

Forgive me.

I was being stupid.

I've said some cruel things, and they were useless, too.

But it's all over now.

I'm back to where I was before you went away.

Well, shall we have dinner?

No, I'm tired.

You know how talking exhausts me.

Oh, and darling, do tell Ethel to bring up my cocoa.

Did you remember to ask Ethel to bring up my cocoa?

Yeah.

Aren't you having dinner either?

No, I'm having a drink. That's all I wanted.

John.

Hmm? Found a tube of white powder in your tweed jacket.

What is it?

That's something I picked up at Leo's.

What's it for?

Sleep.

Oh, haven't you been sleeping well lately?

Not very.

Oh.

I tasted him.

You did?

It's horrid.

Does it work?

If you know the right amount, it does.

I haven't been using the right amount. But if you use the right amount, it

works.

Why didn't you ask Leo?

He could have prescribed the right dose.

Come in.

It's your cocoa, Mrs. Pemberton.

Oh, is it the new kind?

Yes, ma'am.

Put it right down there, please.

Will that be all, ma'am?

That's all, thank you. Oh, Ethel, don't forget to turn the lights off

downstairs.

Yes, ma'am.

Good night.

Oh, look at that, really.

Finger marks all over the pot.

Ethel's getting so careless lately, I tell you, it takes all my time just

looking after her.

I don't know, you just can't get anybody these days. You have to do a role

yourself, really. Where are you going?

What's Ethel doing in the guest room?

She's shitting.

Ethel?

Ethel?

Ethel?

Ethel?

No, no, thanks. Just checking. Night.

Oh,

you must be dreaming. She's gone downstairs.

Darling, did you have to leave that there?

I'll get it in a minute.

Take your medicine?

Don't worry about me.

Drink your cocoa.

This brand tastes worse than the last.

Finish it.

You didn't have any dinner.

What are you doing?

I'm going to wash the cup and saucer and rinse out the pot.

Whatever for?

I don't really know.

It won't help, but I don't care.

Oh, darling, you're forgiven.

It's all right.

I mean about the guest room.

You don't have to sleep there.

Don't be too lonely.

Darling, don't bother with that. That's Ethel's job.

Carl, we always patch things up.

Leo said, why didn't we all have dinner together? The four of us.

Don't you think that'd be nice?

Mm-hmm.

We could ask Walter and Madge, too.

I think families ought to have dinner together at least once a week, don't

you?

We could have the cook do something very special.

Aren't you coming to bed?

We ought to stay up all night.

In case you hadn't guessed, that was the end of our story.

At least that is all we intend to show.

The scene in which John turns himself into the police is, of course, an

integral part of the story.

But we feel it would be in poor taste to show it.

We have not yet come to the end of our commercials.

However, I shall do what I can to pep them up a bit.