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(ominous music)

(thunders)

(door slams)

(thunders)

(mysterious music)

- Martin, I'm home.

- Hello, Tim.

I thought you were covering the
concert in the park tonight.

- I was covering it which
is more than I can say

for the umbrellas you
can rent out there.

It was called on account
of wet customers.

- I see.

Then you'll be
here this evening.

- Well, yes,

unless I'm busting
up the secret meeting

of a hobby club or something.

- Nothing like that.

Say, Uncle Martin, has something
been bothering you lately?

I mean, you haven't been
yourself for the last three days

and well, now I see you
working on this contraption.

Hey!

Hey, that's my corn popper.

- It was your corn popper.

With a few typically
adroit adjustments,

I've converted it to a
neuro-cerebral stimulator.

- Oh, a neuro...

What?

- I might as well tell
you the whole story, Tim.

Although I was hoping to
make my decision first.

- Decision?

About what?

- It's this.

(thunders)

- Oh, that.

Why?

Do you want to tuck a letter
away in the nose cone?

- More than that.

I checked that rocket
out and it's a dandy Tim.

What's more,
there's room for me.

- Well, then you'll
be going home?

- That's the trouble, Tim.

I can't decide.

One part of me says go home.

Your family misses you.

Your friends miss you
and you miss them.

The second part of me
says don't go, stay.

You have family here.

- Family?

- Yes, Tim.

You.

In the short time
that I've been here,

I've grown to look
on you as a nephew.

And the third part is sort
of caught in the middle,

undecided.

- Hey, why don't
you give me a vote?

I say stay.

- Thanks, Tim,

but we Martians have to solve
our own inner conflicts.

That's what this is for.

This neuro-cerebral stimulator.

It's going to help
me make up my mind.

- Uncle Martin, please.

I get the feeling that
if anything goes wrong,

you are gonna end up with
a head full of popcorn.

- Now, I've got this
feeling that I want to go

and I've also got the
feeling that I want to stay.

- Thank you, Jimmy Durante.

(thunders)

(dramatic music)

You alright, Uncle Martin?

- Yes.

- No.

- Well, I don't know.

(dramatic music)

(beeping)

(eerie music)

(beeping)

(exciting music)

- Three Uncle Martins?

What happened?

- I guess that lightning
gave me a little too much

of a charge, but
don't be alarmed, Tim.

- Just a minute.

You should be
alarmed, shouldn't he?

- Well, I...

I just don't know, but
I'll tell you one thing,

I'm terribly undecided.

- We're quite alright.

- You're split into three

and you're quite
alright, you say?

- Actually, this is done
quite often on Mars.

A person with an inner
conflict can split himself up

and discuss the problem with
himself in a civilized way.

- Oh, well, that's
just great for Mars,

but it's gonna be pretty
tough to explain down here.

I mean, what do I
tell Mrs. Brown?

Well, Mrs. Brown, a
funny thing happened

while we were popping corn.

- Don't get upset, Tim.

The rocket doesn't leave
until tomorrow afternoon

and by that time,
we'll be agreed

and thwop.

- Oh, you mean that if
the three of you agree,

then thwop.

- That's right.

- Oh, well, that's wonderful.

Then what are we waiting for?

Let's see, a subject.

Mrs. Brown's chocolate brownies.

Now, all of you who love
them, raise your voices.

- I love them.

- I hate them.

- Well,

I can take them or leave them.

- Now, look.

Let's see, how do you
feel about democracy, huh?

All in favor.

- Tim, it's not
quite that simple.

We are split over whether to
take that rocket tomorrow.

That's what we have to agree on

and it shouldn't be too hard.

It's obvious to anybody with
one-third of a brain like me

that we ought to go.

- Well, this third of a
brain is staying right here.

- How do you vote?

- I can't make up my mind.

What do you say we
sleep on it, huh?

- Sleep on it?

Come on, fellas,
you're not trying.

- Oh, I don't
think we should go.

- Well, the way it
looks now, the only way

you're gonna get to Mars
is on the group plan.

This Uncle Martin
went to market.

This Uncle Martin stayed home.

This Uncle Martin had roast beef

and that's all the
Uncle Martins there are.

That's plenty.

Oh, now come on, Uncle Martins,

thwop

all together, come on.

Oh, oh.

(cheerful music)

More coffee, Uncle Martin?

- Yes, thank you, Tim.

- Runny?

- More tea, Uncle Martin?

- Nah.

- More milk, Uncle Martin?

- Well, I don't know.

Milk?

- I'm beginning to feel
like an airline stewardess.

Well, I trust you all had a
nice, pleasant sleep last night?

- Just fine.

- Not me.

- Why shouldn't you have?

You snored on the sofa and
you snored on the chair,

but I couldn't make up my
mind whether to sleep or not.

- Well, that's what you get

when you draw straws
with yourself.

You can't win (laughs).

- I'm going to miss
his sense of humor

when we get back on Mars.

- That is if we
get back to Mars.

- Now, now.

If we're gonna
resume the argument,

couldn't we wait
'til after breakfast?

- I'm ready to
discuss the issue now.

I'm finished.

Excuse me, Tim.

(eerie music)

(clattering)

- What happened?

- Butter finger.

(eerie music)

(clattering)

- What's happening?

- Apparently when
we split physically,

our powers split in
direct proportion.

- Well, then none of you
have your full powers?

- Obviously.

Well, we might as well
clear up this mess.

(knocking)

- Oh Tim, Martin.

It's me, Mrs. Brown.

- You were saying something
about clearing up a mess.

Well, which one did
you have in mind?

Be right there, Mrs. Brown.

- I need help.

I'm in trouble.

- She's in trouble.

Hey, two of you fellas
run up the old antennas

and disappear, hmm?

(eerie music)

- You've got one
and you've got one

and I haven't got any.

(eerie music)

- Oh, we can't disappear.

- Obviously.

- Well, that's great.

Well, I'll just introduce you

as the original and
two blurred copies.

Look, two of you
just get outta sight.

(dramatic music)

Come on in, Mrs. Brown.

- Oh, good morning.

Oh, Martin, you're just
the one I want to see.

- Which one are you?

- Uh.

- Oh, you're that one.

- I am?

- Are you?

- I think.

- My car won't start and
you're such a genius,

I was wondering if
you'd have a look at it.

- Why don't you let me
do that, Mrs. Brown,

because you see,
Uncle Martin isn't

feeling his complete self today.

- I feel fine and I'd be
delighted to take a look at it,

I suppose.

- Oh, good.

It's probably just
a little trouble

with the what-you-ma-call-it
or the thing-a-ma-jig.

It's right in the driveway.

- You are a great
one to volunteer.

How are you gonna fix her car

when you can't even
make up your own mind?

- I guess you're right.

I hope, maybe.

(dramatic music)

- How you doin', Uncle Martin?

- Huh?

- Are you ready to
try and start it yet?

- Well, I don't know,
but if I'm talkin' to you

and you don't know
what I'm talkin' about,

why should I believe you?

- Mrs. Brown, would you please
try starting the ignition?

- The what?

- The thing-a-ma-jig.

- Oh.

- Nothing, huh?

Nothing?

- Uh, uh.

- Mrs. Brown, this
time would you try

turning it the other way?

- Oh.

(engine rumbles)

(bangs)

- [Martin] Ow.

- Uncle Martin?

- I'm so sorry.

Oh.

- Oh, he's out cold.

- Poor thing.

- Uncle Martin, speak to me.

- Here, I'll call a doctor.

- Uncle Martin, speak to me.

(dramatic music)

(breathing heavily)

- What happened?

- Well, you (laughs) you
were fixing Mrs. Brown's car

and you sort of--

- I were, I mean, I was.

Was I?

Oh.

I guess I was, I suppose.

Oh, I remember, I remember.

She turned the thing-a-ma-jig

and I got hit with the
what-you-ma-call-it.

- If you're not going to
think of yourself, Martin...

- You might at least think
of your other selves.

- I apologize, but remember,
I was at ground zero.

- You're sure
you're alright now?

- Oh, I think I'm fine,

I believe.

- I sympathize, but it
was directly attributable

to your own clumsiness.

- You had no responsibility,
I suppose, did you?

- At least we know
the difference

between a thing-a-ma-jig
and a what-you-ma-call-it.

- Oh, now, hold it, hold it.

Now, Uncle Martins, all of
you, may I say something?

I would like to make a
plea for togetherness.

Now, look, you're all great
guys in your own ways,

but my favorite Uncle Martin
is the one that I remember

from only yesterday and I'd
sorta like to have him back

whether you decide to
stay or go back to Mars.

So, I got a great idea.

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I am going to leave the
room and when I come back,

I'd like to see just
one Uncle Martin.

Now, is that asking too much?

- Not at all.

- Good.

I am now leaving the room.

(door slams)

I am not now leaving the room

(door slams)

because here comes
Mrs. Brown's doctor.

- What?

A doctor?

I don't need a doctor.

- Well, you've got one now.

- Well, I mean, I
can't have a doctor.

You know what happens
if he examines me.

He gets static in
his stethoscope.

- That's right.

In the place of heartbeats,
he'll get blips.

- Don't let him in here, Tim.

- Well, what do I tell him?

- Tell him I'm too
sick to see a doctor.

(knocking)

- Thanks a lot.

(door slams)

- Tim O'Hara?

- Yes.

- Doctor Nelson.

Mrs. Brown called me
about your uncle's injury.

- Oh, yes well, that was awfully
nice of Mrs. Brown, Doctor,

but actually, it's too
bad that she called

because, you see,
he's all well again.

- Mrs. Brown said that
he got an awful thump.

- Well, Doctor, you
know how women are.

They're flighty,
hysterical, panicky.

- As a matter of fact,
Mrs. Brown was quite calm.

I think I better
take a look at him.

You can never tell
about these head blows.

- Oh, no, no, no.

You better not.

I mean,

he's asleep.

- Asleep?

- Yes.

- With a concussion?

- Hey, that's bad?

- It certainly is.

- Well then, he's awake.

- Good.

It'll only take a minute.

- No, you can't.

Not now.

- Why not?

- Well, because
that room is a mess.

The bed's not made.

- Oh, well don't
worry about that.

- Doctor, Doctor, look, look.

Here's a picture
of Uncle Martin.

Now, does he look sick to you?

- Very amusing, Mr. O'Hara,

but I'm a very busy man,
I have many calls to make,

and I'd like to
get this over with.

- That's just it, Doctor.

You're a very busy
man, so what we'll do

is make an appointment
and we'll come down

and meet you in the office.

- But, but...

- Thank you, Doctor.

- Young man, I'm getting
the distinct impression

that you are throwing me out.

- Not at all, Doctor.

How can you say a
thing like that.

It's just that I
don't want to keep you

from people who
really need your help.

Goodbye, sir.

- Well, if you're doing
all this because you want

to call in your own doctor,
you could've said just that.

- Well, that's it, Doctor.

You've got it.

What we'd rather do is call
in our own doctor, Doctor.

- The point is bring someone in

for a professional diagnosis.

- Right.

- For your own peace of mind.

- Right.

- And remember, you've
only got one Uncle Martin.

- I hope you're right.

Boy do I hope you're right.

(cheerful music)

- Oh, why Dr. Nelson.

My goodness, you're fast.

Is Uncle Martin alright?

- I don't know, but that
nephew of his needs help.

- How's that?

- He's all wound up,
doesn't make much sense.

Does he get like this often?

- No, no.

He's probably worried
about his Uncle Martin.

Maybe I'd better go up and see

if there's something I can do.

- No, no, no.

He's calling in his own doctor.

Oh, and that man has his
work cut out for him.

Meanwhile, why don't you go
on about your own affairs.

- Well, I was going shopping.

- Do it.

- Is there someplace
I can drop you?

- Oh, no thank you.

My car's parked out in front,

but may I use your
phone to call my office?

- Oh yes, yes of course.

It's in the kitchen.

Just snap the door
lock when you leave

and thank you so
much for coming.

- Don't mention it.

It was interesting
to say the least.

(dramatic music)

(door shuts)

- Uncle Martin?

(door slams)

(knocking)

Uncle Martin.

- Yes?

- No, that one.

- Come in.

Tim, you gave us quite a
turn bursting in like that.

- Who did you expect,
the census taker?

Now look, I've got rid of the
doctor for a little while,

Mrs. Brown is gone, so
let's stop knocking around

in triplicate before we
have some more visitors.

- [Radio Announcer] We
interrupt this program

for a special announcement.

The countdown on this
historic rocket shot for Mars

has reached zero
minus 60 minutes.

- Oh my goodness.

We're gonna miss it.

I think.

- [Radio Announcer]
All components

are functioning as predicted.

Everything is
proceeding smoothly.

- For him things might
be proceeding smoothly.

Over here, things are rough.

- It's true, Tim, but
they needn't have been

except for the bull-headedness
of certain parties.

- Correction.

Bumble-headedness.

We could've worked
this out long ago

except for the friendly
neighborhood repair man here.

- I will not accept the blame.

I don't think.

- Oh now, please,
please, you guys.

If you're gonna argue,
just stay on the subject.

I mean, that rocket
goes in an hour.

It's a 40-minute
drive to the base

even if you hit all the lights.

- Tim's right.

We've got to move fast

and as the proprietor of
the only other cool head

in this room, I
have a suggestion.

If you'll drive us to
the rocket base, Tim,

we can negotiate on the way.

It's the only way,
my dear colleagues.

It would be embarrassing
if we all decided to go

and we weren't there.

- That makes sense.

- Well, I knew you had good
heads on your shoulders.

Now, come on.

Let's get out of here.

One of you can sit
in front with me

and the other two
guys sit in back.

- I want to sit in the front.

- Hold it, what am
I talking about?

I can't drive out
of this neighborhood

in broad daylight with
three Uncle Martins.

- You're right,
people would talk.

Wait, what would be so unusual

about driving off with
three pieces of luggage?

- I'm on my way now.

Yes, and tell Mrs. Mayhew she'll

have to come into
the office somehow.

The hospital doesn't recognize
hives as a serious emergency.

Yes.

(clicks)

(dramatic music)

- [Martin] Ow.

(thumps)

- No more of that.

- [Martin] Okay.

(clicks)

- Operator, give me
the police quickly.

(bangs)

- [Martin] Oh.

- You alright?

- [Martin] Alright.

Stand me up, Tim.

- Huh?

- [Martin] Up, up.

- Oh, sorry.

(comical music)

(grunting)

Right quick.

Here, get in.

Come here, hold
this for a second.

Turn around.

- Ow.

Who ever told you how
to pack a Martian?

- Sorry about that.

- (whispers) officers.

Over here.

- You know, Doc,
if you're wrong--

- Shh.

- If you're wrong about this,

we could all be in
a lot of trouble.

- There's a body in
that trunk over there.

I saw it with my own eyes.

- Let's take a look, Harris.

- No, quick, not now.

(dramatic music)

That's him, that's the one.

(dramatic music)

Now do you believe there's
a body in that trunk?

- I don't know about that,

but there's sure one in
that bag he's lugging.

- [Martin] Okay, but hurry.

- How many bodies has
he got up there, Doc?

- I don't know.

It's a small apartment.

- I want to take a
look at those things.

(creaking)

- I'll take the bag,
you guys get the trunk.

(mysterious music)

- There he is again.

(dramatic music)

- Doc, I think you've really
stumbled on something.

(dramatic music)

- [Tim] Hey, where are you?

Where'd you go?

Hey!

Hey, what's goin' on here?

- Hold still, O'Hara.

- Careful, he may be armed.

- [Officer] Hold still, O'Hara.

- [Doctor] Don't
let him get away.

- [Officer] I got
him, I got him.

- Talking, will you let me?

May I ask the reason
for this ambush?

- Mr. O'Hara, if you confess

and get this off your chest,
you'll feel much better.

- Get what off my chest
besides big daddy here?

- [Officer] The
murders, that's what.

- I beg your pardon?

- Come on, we just saw you

come downstairs
with three bodies.

- Three bodies?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Well, maybe we better
refresh your memory.

Come here.

- Fine.

- [Officer] They're gone.

- Gentlemen, gentlemen.

What's this unseemly racket?

- Uncle Martin.

- Who's that?

- I'm Martin
O'Hara, Tim's uncle.

- That's the victim.

(exciting music)

- I think the word victim
was most apropos, Dr. Nelson,

although the real complainant
here is my poor nephew Tim

after what you subjected him to.

- He'll have all the opportunity
to complain that he wants

when we get down to
the station house.

- For what?

- How would suspected
homicide be for openers?

- I assume you can
produce the body.

- Bodies.

There was three of
them counting yours.

- And where are they now
except this one, of course?

- Well, I...

- I believe you refer to them

in police circles
as corpus delicti.

- Now, look mister, all I did

was answer a telephone
call from some crank.

- Exactly whom are
you calling a crank?

- Somebody who calls my
sergeant and says there's a body

in a trunk when there
isn't one, that's whom.

Come on, Doc, let's go.

- Exactly where are we going?

- How does the station grab you?

- Oh fine.

Grab me?

- It's a misdemeanor to turn
in a false police report.

Let's go, Doc.

- But you can't do this to me.

- I'm doing it to you.

- But the Police Commissioner's
a patient of mine.

- [Officer] You'll
be a client of his.

- Uncle Martin, you
were magnificent.

Which one are you?

- I'm me.

I'm together again.

- Oh, how'd you do that?

- Well, there's one thing all
three of me could agree on:

helping you after we
got you in trouble.

So,

we thwoped.

- You mean (whispers)?

- Thwoped.

- Yeah, well.

- Oh, Tim, Martin,
come here quickly.

You're missing all
the excitement.

Look at that.

It's the rocket to Mars.

I didn't want you to miss it.

(engine roaring)

- Boy, looks like
a beautiful shot.

Oh, I'm sorry Uncle Martin.

- Think nothing of it, Tim.

The way you people are going,

there's bound to be another
one along any minute.

(exciting music)

(thunders)

(door slams)

- Oh hi, Uncle Martin.

- Hi, Tim.

- Where have you been?

- Shopping.

(door slams)

And have I got a
surprise for you,

but don't come in
until I tell you.

- Alright, considering
the weather

and some of your
surprises lately,

I hope this one
isn't electrical.

- [Martin] Alright,
you can come in now.

(thunders)

Over here.

- Oh no.

Oh no.

No, no, no.

- Like it, Tim?

It's a genuine Empire
three-way mirror.

I bought it for a song.

(laughs)

(exciting music)

(chimes)

(thunders)