(upbeat music)
- Oh, I love it.
- That's for morning wear.
- Very nice.
- Lori can wear this
to play hopscotch in
or go and hide and snake
or pin the pail on the monkey.
- Pin the pail on the monkey.
- Yes, those kids games.
- I couldn't wear
this to play in.
It's too pretty.
- Oh, we have plenty more.
This is a cox tails dress.
- Lisa, an eight year old
child doesn't drink cox tails.
- When I was her age, I did.
Hardly a day went by
that I didn't barrel down
a couple of Shirley Temples.
- When you were her age,
there was no such thing
as a Shirley Temple.
- Lori, go into the
bedroom and try it on there.
It's going to get a
little nasty in here.
Now then, let's get back to
that Shirley Temple cr*ck.
- Lisa, why did you
buy so much stuff?
- Why, you want your
daughter to be pretty, don't you?
- She's not our daughter.
- Well, she could be if
we would adopticate her.
- No, we can't adopticate her.
She has an aunt.
She's got to go back
to her and live with her.
- Well, we'll discuss that
when the time comes.
Now look, this one is
an ice skating dress.
- Mr. Douglas, I...
Holy Toledo.
That's a real mini
mini mini mini mini.
You're not gonna let Mom
wear that in public, are you?
- She's not your mom.
- Boy, you must have
bought out the whole store.
- They're for Lori.
- Well, as long as you're
in such a generous mood,
now would be a good
time to ask you something.
- Ask me what?
- Oh, it's nothing important.
It's just a small favor.
- Like what?
- Will you buy me a car?
- No.
- Huh.
One thing about him.
He's not long-winded.
(upbeat music)
♪ Green Acres is the place to be
♪ Farm living is the life for me
♪ Land spreading
out so far and wide
♪ Keep Manhattan, just
give me that countryside
♪ New York is
where I'd rather stay
♪ I get allergic smelling hay
♪ I just adore a penthouse view
♪ Darling I love you,
but give me Park Avenue
♪ The chores ♪
The stores ♪ Fresh air
♪ Times Square ♪ You are my wife
♪ Goodbye city life
♪ Green Acres, we are there
(upbeat music)
But Mr. Douglas... - No.
- Please?
- No.
- Pretty please?
- No.
- You don't have
to resort to v*olence.
- [Oliver] Oh.
- A car wouldn't
cost you that much.
- Nothing to it.
- What are you nothing
doing him about now?
- Same thing as yesterday.
He still wants me
to buy him a car.
- I've tried everything.
Pleading, begging, crying.
- Did you try
blowing in his ear?
That always works for me.
- I'll try anything.
- Keep away from me.
I'm not going to buy you a car.
- Why not?
- Because.
- You're cheap.
- Okay, so I'm cheap.
- Don't give in so easy.
Fight back.
- Eb.
Just why should I buy you a car?
- Well, beside the fact
that I'm soft and cuddly,
I need a set of wheels.
- All right, I'll buy
you a set of wheels.
You can build your own car.
- I need transportation,
not bum jokes.
Do you realize I'm the
only young feller in the valley
who doesn't have a car?
- Tough.
- Every time I take a
girl to a drive in movie,
we have to stand up
through the whole picture.
- It builds character.
- Wow.
He sure loathes me.
- No, he doesn't.
- Yes, he does.
When he looks at me,
he just oozes loathe.
- I didn't notice
any loathe oozing.
- He does it out of the
corner of his mouth.
He's a sneak oozer.
- Let me talk to him.
I'll see what I can do for you.
(rings bell)
- Hi, Eb.
How do you like it?
- Where'd you get that?
- Mr. Douglas bought it for me.
- Well.
- Isn't it marvy?
He paid 39 dollars for it.
- Well.
- I'm going to ride down to
the road and get the mail.
(upbeat music)
- Just a moment, sir.
Where do you think you're going?
- To the barn.
- Not until I hear
your explanation.
- What explanation?
- Why did you take 39
dollars out of my car money
to buy Lori a bike?
- I didn't take anything
out of your car money.
- Good, then
you still have it all.
- Eb, will you please
leave me alone?
I am not buying you a car.
- Very well.
But I'll never blow
in your ear again.
(upbeat music)
- Oliver, did you
have a good lunch?
- It was fine.
- What are you going to do now?
- Well, think I'll lie
down and take a nap
half hour before
I go back to work.
- Oh, that's a good idea.
Did you read where those
doctors said that if you take
a half an hour nap
during the day...
- Yeah, I read that.
- And did you read
where the dentists said
that if you lie down
flat on your back...
- Please, I only have
a half hour and I'd
like to get some sleep, huh?
- Okay darling, goodnight.
- Goodnight.
(soft music)
(loud clatter)
Lisa.
- Did you have a good nap?
- I didn't get my eyes closed.
What did you drop?
- All the paper plates.
- Well, what'd you,
paper, they sounded like china.
- That's where they were made.
- Lisa, could you
please be a little quiet?
- I won't make a sound.
I'll tappy-toe
around the kitchen.
- Fine.
Tappy.
(soft music)
- Mrs. Douglas.
Oops, sorry.
- Oh, Lori.
- Okay, I made, oh
Lori, what's the matter?
- I was going to
ask you if I could...
- Lisa.
- Oh.
Mr. Douglas is taking a nap.
- Trying to take one.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- We'll tappy-toe into
the kitchen and we'll talk.
- Thank you.
And don't let
anybody disturb me.
(knocking)
Now, who is that?
- Don't wake up
dear, I'll get it.
(snorting)
Oh, it's Arnold.
- I thought it was your mother.
- He brought his piano.
- Forgive me if I don't
stand up and cheer.
(snorting)
- Who's here?
- It's Arnold.
- Oh hello, Arnold.
(snorting)
- Oh, for the love of...
- He brought his piano.
- Can he play the piano?
- He plays it very well.
Wait until you hear him.
- [Oliver] I don't
want to hear him.
I want to take a nap.
- A little music might
help to put you to sleep.
Lori, get the piano.
- [Oliver] No, no, no, oh.
- Where are you going?
- I'm gonna lie
down in a bedroom.
- Here's your piano, Arnold.
(snorting)
(soft music)
- Keep it low, Chopin.
And don't get your snout
caught in the cracks.
(snorting)
- I agree with you.
That's very rude.
(soft music)
Oliver, Oliver, that
wasn't very nice.
Arnold came over here to
entertain us and you were...
- I don't call listening
to a stupid pig
banging his snout on
the keys entertainment.
(soft music)
- Does that sound like banging?
- Well, how could he?
(soft music)
Oh.
(soft music)
Well, I knew it couldn't
be Sewer Head.
(snorting)
- Lori, you play beautifully.
- My aunt was giving
me piano lessons
but I had to stop because she
couldn't afford them anymore.
- That's a shame.
Would you like to take
lessons while you're here?
- Could I?
- Of course.
- We don't have a piano.
- Well, that's
simple, we'll buy one.
- But a piano costs
a lot of money.
- He's got it.
- Look, Lisa... (snorting)
- Arnold, that's a good idea.
Arnold says why
don't we rent one?
- Who asked?
There's no place around
here you can rent a piano.
(soft music)
Who's that?
(soft music)
Mr. Haney?
- Oh, Mr. Douglas.
I just happened to be
passing by and thought
you might like to hear
me play a concerto
on my rentable piano.
- Well, isn't that
a coincidence?
We want to rent a piano.
- You do?
- We'll take it, Mr. Haney.
- Fine.
It rents for the poultry
sum of 50 dollars a day.
- 50 dollars?
That's ridiculous.
- Not for this piano.
This is a genuine Stradivarius.
- Then it's worth
the 50 dollars a day.
- Lisa, for your
information, Stradivarius
only made violins.
- That's why this
piano is so valuable.
It's the only one
that Strad ever made.
- Oh boy.
- Do you like it, Lori?
- Oh, it's wonderful.
- Then we'll take it.
Oliver, will you help
Mr. Haney to take it
off the truck?
- I'm not paying 50
dollars a day for that...
- Then how much would you pay?
- I'll give you 10
dollars a week.
- 10 dollars a week?
Mr. Douglas, I
wouldn't rent that piano
to my own mother
for 10 dollars a week.
- Son, I'd like to rent
that piano from you
for 10 dollars a week.
- I'm sorry, Ma.
You see?
- Well, that proves it.
Give him the 50 dollars.
- That doesn't prove anything.
That isn't his mother,
that's some shill that he...
(snorting)
- Arnold says it is his mother.
- How can he tell?
Doesn't even have
his glasses on.
(snorting)
- Now, let's not lose
our tempers in front
of the little tyke.
You would like
to have the piano,
wouldn't you my dear?
- Well...
- There, you heard it
from the child's own lips.
- Mr. Haney, I'll give
you 12 dollars a week.
- 12 dollars a week?
Mr. Douglas, I wouldn't rent
it to my own father for that.
- Son.
I'd like to rent that
piano from you for
12 dollars a week.
- I'm sorry, Pa.
You see?
- Mr. Haney, if you
want to rent the piano,
12 dollars a week
is my top offer.
- Let me talk it
over with the folks.
Well, Mama and Pop
weren't too happy about it,
but you got a deal.
(upbeat music)
(soft music)
- Hi, Lori.
- Hello, Eb.
- Where did you get that?
- Mr. Douglas got it for me.
- Well, where is he?
- In the bedroom taking a nap.
- We'll put a stop to that.
(knocking)
Mr. Douglas, I want to see
you out here immediately.
- [Lori] He's going
to be furious.
- Mr. Furious.
(knocking)
- What's the matter?
- I'm waiting for
your explanation.
- What?
- Would you mind telling
me how come you bought Lori
a genuine Stradivarius piano,
and you won't buy me a car?
- Not that it's any
of your business,
but I didn't buy it.
I'm renting it from Mr. Haney
for 12 dollars a week.
- Ha.
Mr. Haney wouldn't rent
that to his own mother
for 12 dollars a week.
- Look, Eb...
- Anything Lori
asks for, she gets.
- She didn't ask for it.
- All right, I'm not
asking for a car.
Do I get it?
- If you don't stop
bugging me, you will get it.
- Mr. Douglas, how can
you treat me like this?
- It's easy.
- I've worked for
you for four years.
Sweating in the fields,
toiling in the hot sun.
Never complaining
about anything,
even the beatings you gave me.
And then some
little kid comes along
and gets everything she wants.
- Eb...
- I've never asked
you for anything,
except many a new set
of leg irons for Christmas.
- Look Eb, if you want
a car, buy it yourself.
You're working, save up for it.
- How can I save any
money on what you pay me?
- I pay you more than enough.
What do you do with your money?
- I send it home to
my mother so she won't
have to take in washing.
I can't stand to see
her kneeling by the side
of a stream, pounding some
stranger's shirt with a rock.
- If the stranger doesn't
mind, why should you?
- But Mr...
- Eb, I'm gonna say
this for the last time.
I am not buying you a car.
- Then I guess there's
nothing more to discuss.
- No, there isn't.
- All right.
To show you there's no
hard feelings, here's my hand.
Doggone.
- What's the matter?
- I thought sure you
were gonna put a set
of car keys in it.
- Out!
(upbeat music)
- Would you like
another piece of pie, Lori?
- Please.
- There you are.
- I'll have another piece, too.
- There isn't any more.
- Well, you sure worked
that out pretty good.
- You can have this, Eb.
- No thanks, I don't
want any charity.
- Where are you going?
- Where nobody
can hear me sobbing.
- Oh boy.
- Would it be all
right if I ate this
in front of television?
- Of course, darling.
- Sure, anything darling wants.
- I thought you were
somewhere sobbing.
- I'm going.
- Oliver, we've got a problem.
Our son is jealous
of his little sister.
- She's not our son
and he's not his sis,
oh, whatever.
- Well, I know how he feels.
I was jealous of my
father when I was a little girl
because he paid more
attention to the dog
than he did to me.
- You should've learned
how to wag your tail.
- Oliver...
- Look, Eb is being
unreasonable.
He has no cause to be jealous.
- Well, maybe if
you would talk to him.
- I haven't got
anything to say to him.
- Then I'll talk to him.
(knocking)
- Oh, Mr. Kimball.
- Ah, Mr. Douglas.
Well, this is a
pleasant surprise.
Won't you come in?
- Why don't you come in?
- Oh, thank you.
Well, it certainly
is a lovely evening.
Well, not lovely.
Looks like it might,
no I don't think it would
this time of year.
Say, where'd you
get the Stradivarius?
- It's not a Stradivarius.
- Are you sure?
- Yes.
- Certainly is a good imitation.
- Mr. Kimball, what
can I do for you?
- I don't know,
suggest something.
Oh, where's Lori?
- She's watching TV.
- May I talk to her, please?
Well, not talk to her please.
I'd just like...
- Yeah, I'll get her.
Lori, would you shut that off
and come out here, please?
- Hello, Mr. Kimball.
- Hello, Lori.
- It's good to see you.
Well, not good to see you.
(laughs)
- She talks kind of
funny, doesn't she?
Well not funny, huh?
- Mr. Kimball
wants to talk to you.
- I do?
Oh yes.
Do you like picnics?
- I love them.
- Great, I'll see you
both there tomorrow.
- Wait a minute,
where's the picnic?
- What picnic?
- The one you said
you'd see us at.
- Oh, if I'd known
you were going to that
I wouldn't have had to
come over to invite you.
- Who's giving the picnic?
- The Four H Club.
All the kids in the valley
and their parents are invited.
- Could we go, Mr. Douglas?
- Well, I don't see why not.
- Great, I'll see you there.
- Where is it?
- Well, it's the same
place they had it last year.
No, that's where
everybody got poison ivy.
I think they changed it to, oh,
they're having a
baseball game there.
Well, you'll find it.
Just follow the ants.
- That'll be fun.
We'll have to pack
sandwiches and...
- Thank you, Mr. Douglas,
thank you, thank you.
- For what?
- Mrs. Douglas told
me what you're doing
for me tomorrow.
Taking me to the ball
game and then to dinner
and then to the movies.
- That'll be fun, won't it?
- Well, it would be
except that Mr. Kimball
just invited Lori and
us to a picnic tomorrow
and I accepted.
- That does it.
That's the straw that
broke the camel's back.
I'm packing and leaving
and getting out of here.
I don't want to be a
second class member
of a third class family.
- Now, you did it.
- Well, I didn't know that...
- I don't have to
go to the picnic.
- Oh now, don't
worry about it, Lori.
- But Eb's going to leave.
- No, he won't leave.
(soft music)
- Let me see, have
I got everything?
One suit.
One shirt.
One tie.
And one sock.
Huh, not much to show
for four years of servitude.
Oh, I almost forgot.
My leg irons.
- Eb?
- [Eb] Oh, hello Lori.
- [Lori] You're not
really leaving, are you?
- I sure am.
I know when I'm not wanted.
- It's my fault.
If I hadn't come here...
- Don't blame yourself.
- If anybody should
leave, it should be me.
- No, I'm the one.
- Eb, please don't go.
- I have to.
The bottom has
dropped out of my world.
- Eb!
Are you all right?
- What difference does it make?
Nobody cares.
Nobody.
Nobody.
(soft music)
- Now where could he have gone?
- I haven't the faintest idea.
- But Oliver...
- Oh don't worry, he'll be back.
He's left before.
- But this is the first time
he took his leg irons with him.
- I'll ask around town.
- Yeah, Eb was in.
Asked me for a job.
- Oh, is that so?
- I would've hired him
but I couldn't pay him
what you paid.
I couldn't pay
anybody that little.
- Oh now see
here, Mr. Drucker...
- It wasn't just the money.
It was the treatment he
was complaining about.
- I treated him very well.
- Only allowing him
to have one sock?
I don't consider
that good treatment.
- One sock?
Did he tell you that?
- Yeah, and a lot
of other things too.
Like how you used to
hit him every time his
mother would ruin
one of your shirts,
when she b*at it with a rock.
- You didn't believe
him, did you?
- Not until he asked me
to take off his leg irons.
- Oh for, look
Mr. Drucker, do you know
what this is all about?
Eb asked me to buy
a car and I refused.
- That isn't what Eb
said about the car.
- Oh, what did he say?
- He said he gave you
4,000 dollars to hold for him
to buy one, and you
went to Las Vegas
and got drunk and lost it all.
- That's too ridiculous
even to discuss.
Look, if you see Eb, tell
him to come back to work
and stop acting like a tall nut.
- Did you hear that?
Now I'm a tall nut.
Do you see the kind
of abuse I have to take
working for him?
- [Sam] Could be a lot worse.
- Boy, I don't see how.
- [Sam] What are you gonna do?
- I'll find another job.
Hey meanwhile,
is it all right if I stay
in your spare room?
- Sure, help yourself.
Of course, I'll have to
charge you two dollars a night.
- Two dollars?
- Plus a dollar for board.
- That's three dollars a day.
I'll go through my life
savings in four days.
- There's always Mrs.
Miller's boarding house,
but she gets five dollars a day.
- Golly.
It sure is expensive
living on the outside.
- Yeah.
- What am I gonna do?
- You could go back
to work for Mr. Douglas.
- Never.
Never.
Never.
(knocking)
(soft music)
- Yes?
- Oh Mr. Douglas, I
just happened to be
in the neighborhood
and thought I'd stop by
and see if you
found my other sock.
- Haven't seen it.
- Just a minute.
Mr. Drucker told me
you were in his store
and said you wanted
to apologize for the way
you've treated me.
- I never...
- I accept your apology.
- Now, look here...
- Eb, Eb you came back.
- Yes, Mr. Douglas
begged me and here I am.
- Begged you, I didn't...
- Well come on, come in.
- Excuse me.
- Eb, I'm so glad to see you.
- Hi Lori, how are you?
Well, I couldn't leave
Mr. Douglas here
to run the farm into the ground.
Dumpty-dye, dumpty-dye.
- All right, if the family
reunion scene is over,
now maybe you
can get back to work.
- Work?
- Unless you want to be
docked for today's pay.
- But...
- Go milk Eleanor.
- That ain't fair,
I just got home...
- You heard what
Mr. Douglas said.
Get to work.
- But Mrs...
- Out.
(loud bang)
- Holy Toledo.
He's brainwashed you.
He's turned you into the
same kind of monster he is.
- Out!
(soft music)
- Gosh darn it, I
never should have left.
It was never this bad before.
At least Mrs. Douglas
used to be on my side,
but now nobody's on my side.
Holy smoke.
It's a car.
It's a car.
- Eb, do you like it?
- Yeah.
Who does this belong to?
- You.
- Me?
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
- Put me down.
- Isn't it beautiful, Eb?
- I don't know how to thank you.
- It's the least I could
do after I lost your
4,000 dollars in Las Vegas.
- When were you in Las Vegas?
- I wasn't in...
- Can I go for a ride?
- Of course, go ahead.
- Come on, Lori.
(upbeat music)
There's only about a
gallon of gas in here.
- Well, stop and get some.
- Yes, sir.
Can I borrow your credit card?
(sighs)
Thank you.
Bye.
- Oliver, Oliver, you
made him very happy.
- Well, it's the least a
father can do for his son.
- Do you realize
what you just said?
- Yes, and I'm going in to
wash my mouth out with soap.
(upbeat music)
- [Announcer] This has been a
Filmways Presentation, darling.
06x03 - Jealousy
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Oliver & Lisa move from NYC to a farm to live off the land and have a simpler life.
Oliver & Lisa move from NYC to a farm to live off the land and have a simpler life.