Homer Bedloe is back
again and still figuring
to evict all the inhabitants
of the Shady Rest,
unless Kate can come up with
a mortgage payment in a hurry.
This episode
features Harold Peary,
the jovial voice actor
who's best known
for the role of The
Great Gildersleeve
which he played on
radio for 17 years.
So let's cross our fingers that
Kate, Uncle Joe and the girls
won't lose the Shady Rest
in this episode called "Bedloe
Gets His Comeuppance."
(train whistle blows)
♪ Come ride the little train ♪
♪ That is rollin' down the
tracks to the Junction ♪
(bell clanging)
♪ Forget about your cares ♪
♪ It is time to relax
at the Junction ♪
(whistle blows twice)
♪ Lots of curves, you bet ♪
♪ And even more when you get ♪
♪ To the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
(snare drum plays train rhythm)
♪ There's a little hotel called
the Shady Rest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ It is run by Kate, come and
be her guest at the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction ♪
♪ And that's Uncle Joe,
he's a-movin' kinda slow ♪
♪ At the Junction ♪
♪ Petticoat Junction! ♪
(train whistle blows)
(train whistle blows)
Mrs. Bradley, when you
borrowed the money from us,
we didn't give you
part of it, did we?
You weren't even around
the bank when we borrowed it.
Oh, but I am now.
You're probably delighted to
hear that I'm running the bank
for your old friend Mr. Guerney
while he's recuperating.
Recuperating from what?
Being fired.
After all the years
he was president?
At my instigation, Mrs. Bradley,
the C.& F.W. Railroad
invested money
in this borrower's paradise
and it's my duty to see
that it adheres to my
usual high standards
of ruthlessness,
cruelty and inhumanity.
In the files, I've
designated this
as "Operation Thumbscrew."
You know, I've known a lot
of mean, ornery
people in my time,
but you can hang your
head with the best of them.
For those kind
words, Mrs. Bradley,
I'll see to it that your
furniture is carried
out of the hotel
instead of thrown out.
Oh, there's still a chance I
might raise the money. How?
I have a lot of
friends in this valley
and maybe they
can all get together
and lend me the money
to save the Shady Rest.
I doubt it. They'll be too busy
scurrying around trying to
save their own miserable hovels.
What does that mean?
I am foreclosing the undue
mortgages and unpaid notes
of all of your friends.
That should take care of most
of the population of this valley.
In no time at all,
the entire area will be
known as Death Valley, Jr.
It seems to me, you've
gone to an awful lot of trouble
to shut down the Shady Rest.
Aren't we being a little
self-important, Mrs. Bradley?
My prime target, as always,
is that Stone Age stagecoach
known as the
Hooterville Cannonball.
But with this
valley all deserted,
the Hooterville Cannonball
won't have any reason for running.
Termites will gnaw away at
its uncomfortable little coach.
Happy vultures
will nest in its cab.
Lizards will raise their
young in its rusty boiler.
Make a lovely illustration for
a Christmas card, wouldn't it?
Yeah, if you hate Christmas.
Great tragedies
don't just happen.
They're planned.
I don't believe I've
forgotten anything, have I?
Except for one thing.
Rubbing your hands
together and saying...
(cackles)
Oh, sorry.
(cackling)
(bell clanging, engine chugging)
What's all that?
Oh, dice tables, roulette
tables, chuck-a-luck,
pinball machines,
and boxes of chips
for our Monte Carlo
Gambling Night,
Selma Plout brought it over.
But the Every Other Wednesday
Afternoon Discussion Club
voted Monte Carlo
Night at her house.
She ain't gonna have a house.
Bedloe's evicting her.
He's cracking down
on Sam Drucker, too.
Ben Miller's losing his farm.
Fred Ziffel's packing
his pigs and getting out.
Aw, Uncle Joe, this is too much.
People losing their homes,
their stores, their farms.
The girls being put out of
the place they were born in,
and 30 years of hard
work down the drain.
Well, it could have been worse.
How?
Bedloe could have put
us out of here Friday,
and we couldn't
have had the party.
Oh, Uncle Joe.
(dog barking)
What is all the commotion?
Why, Mr. Davis,
it's good to see you.
And you simmer down.
You're going to
have to excuse him.
These days, he's so confused,
he can't tell the difference
between a paying
customer and a bill collector.
Floyd and Charley tell me that
things have been going badly.
Well, I'd like to
say it wasn't so.
I'm awfully sorry.
Oh, we're not licked yet.
We still have a little time.
You know, the whole
family is pitching in.
We'll do anything
to save this hotel.
You got any ideas?
Well, what I thought first...
Kate, girls want to
ask you something.
Oh, hello, Mr. Davis.
How are you?
Uh, fine, Mr. Carson.
You still traveling for
that book company?
Yes.
Um, Mr. Davis, would
you excuse me, please?
Do you mind waiting out here?
I want to get your
opinion on the effect.
The effect?
Uh, Mr. Carson, what kind of
an outfit is that you're wearing?
Oh, professional
gambler's getup.
Gambler? I deal stud.
You mean stud poker?
Yeah, see the house
gets a better percentage
than blackjack.
What?
Uh... Mrs. Bradley,
Not-not-not yet, Mr. Davis.
Uncle Joe, would you mind
helping me move the dice table?
Women.
They never can
make up their mind.
First they want the dice table
next to the roulette layout.
Then they want it next
to the chuck-a-luck.
Mr. Davis, if you ever
start a gambling joint,
leave the women out of it.
No...
Mrs. Bradley...
Oh, Mr. Davis, you weren't
supposed to come in yet.
But... You stay
right where you are,
and we'll give you
the full treatment.
Ready, girls!
(lively music playing)
Aren't they good?
We're mighty proud of them.
They act like
they've been dancing
in gambling
joints all their lives.
There must be another
way to raise money.
No, the girls
discussed everything,
and this seemed the fastest.
You can't do that.
(music stops)
You can't turn this
quiet, nice little hotel
into I don't know what.
I'd rather you lost it.
Well, Mr. Davis, do you
think that we're trying to...
(laughing)
(laughing)
I don't think it's very funny.
(laughing): Oh, Mr. Davis!
Mrs. Bradley, the strain
has been too much for you.
We're not doing what
you think we're doing.
We're doing this to raise money
for Mom's discussion club.
What?
Can we sell you a ticket?
They're only $2.
You get $100 worth of chips.
And the one who wins the
most by the end of the evening
gets a prize.
Oh. Well.
I'll be glad to take five.
Thanks, Mr. Davis.
When is this little affair?
The night before
the foreclosing.
This may very well be
Shady Rest's farewell party.
Hey, wait a minute.
Maybe it don't have
to be a farewell party.
Mr. Davis just gave
me a great idea.
Why don't we turn this
place into a real gambling...
Uncle Joe!
Go practice dealing from
the bottom of the deck.
Twenty-seven.
Twenty-seven.
You win again.
Willie, you ain't supposed
to be playing until the party.
I'm just giving Betty
Jo some practice.
We'd better not let
him play at the party.
He'd break the bank.
He's won 18 times in a row.
Beginner's luck.
It ain't luck, Mr. Carson.
I get vibrations from the wheel.
It's kind of like ESP.
Esp? What's that?
Extrasensory perception.
Well, all I know is I get
vibrations from the wheel.
What number are
you vibrating up now?
Sixteen.
Sixteen.
It's beginner's luck.
You couldn't do it
again in a million years.
Eighteen.
Thirteen.
I told you.
Hold it, Betty.
That's 18.
Part of that white
paint's wore off that eight.
You're right.
You win.
How many times you
say he did this in a row?
19 now.
If this were Monte Carlo and
he were letting his winnings ride,
he'd have won $16 trillion.
Willie, come outside.
I want to talk to you.
But, I'm playing roulette.
Bring the wheel with you.
Nineteen.
So, you had $222
million riding that time.
Payoff is 36 to one.
That's 36 times $222 million.
See, six times aught...
Six times another
aught is, uh...
Can't I go home now, Mr. Carson?
Well, you've got a lot
more spinning to do.
I want to make
sure it ain't a fluke.
I already vibrated 62
right numbers in a row.
Look, Willie,
do you want to go to
Las Vegas or don't you?
Sure. I ain't never
seen Montana.
It's in Nevada.
I ain't never seen that, either.
You're going to see it, as soon
as I make sure you're foolproof
so as I can get folks to
invest in our syndicate.
KATE: Uncle Joe?
Don't say anything
to Kate about this.
Uncle Joe? I...
Oh, Willie, I thought
you'd gone home.
I'm trying to, but Mr. Carson
won't let me stop vibrating.
You-you did say "vibrating"?
Willie's afflicted with
the vibrates, Kate.
Willie, you don't need to worry.
There's a cure for it.
I don't want it cured.
Then you wouldn't
send me to Las Vegas.
Las Vegas?
Good-bye, Willie.
Bye, Mr. Carson.
That's in Nevada, Mrs. Bradley.
Uncle Joe is going to
send you to Las Vegas?
Well, just as soon
as he can raise up
enough money for my fare.
Willie's going
to save the hotel.
Kate, you know what this is?
How many guesses do I get?
You think it's a
finger, don't you?
Well, it sure looks like
one, but I got a feeling
it's going to turn out
to be something else.
Kate, this is the key to the
solution to all your problems.
Pay off the mortgage, put
millions in your bank account.
Send the girls to
the best schools.
Clothe you in mink, buy you a
diamond, send you to Europe.
Kate, there ain't
anything you can think of,
this finger can't do for you.
Oh, I wouldn't want
to put it to any trouble.
You know what Willie's got?
An extra century
in his perception.
Willie, vibrate a
number for Kate.
Fourteen.
Fourteen. That's
the 63rd time in a row
he's called the right number.
Plus 19 with Betty.
You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to take that $32
you got for the mortgage,
and I'm going to
form a syndicate.
We're going to
sell shares in Willie,
send him to Las Vegas,
let him play for
a couple of hours.
Then he'll send us
home a couple of million
and we pay off Bedloe. No.
Kate!
You're not throwing away
the only money
we have in the world
on one of your
harebrained schemes.
But this ain't one of my
ordinary harebrained schemes.
No. Kate.
JOE: Eight.
That's 16 right
numbers in a row.
That's the doggonedest
thing I ever saw.
How much should I
put you down for, Sam?
Uh, nothing.
But... I ain't interested.
Willie, vibrate up
another number.
Twenty-two.
Twenty-two.
That's amazing.
Then you're in? No, I'm out.
And I wish I had been
when you came in.
Sam, you'll be a millionaire.
And all for the piddling price
of a round-trip
ticket to Las Vegas.
You sure he's going to win?
Positive.
Well, what's he need
a round-trip ticket for?
My ma said I can't
go unless I get one.
See, if his own ma ain't
got no confidence in him,
why should I?
Then one-way. When
he starts busting the bank,
them casino
operators will be glad
to pay his way home
just to get rid of him.
What do you say, Sam?
No, I ain't interested.
JOE: A piddling one-way
ticket for a million dollars.
I ain't interested.
Sam, I'm desperate.
This ain't for
me, it's for Kate.
Don't you want to see
her pay off Bedloe?
Well, of course I do,
Joe, but I ain't got it.
Bedloe's putting the
screws to me, too.
I got to pay off my loan
or I'll be out of business.
Then why didn't you say so,
instead of letting Willie
waste all them vibrations?
Just trying to be neighborly.
Fourteen.
Fourteen. Why, Mr. Carson,
that's the most amazing
demonstration I've ever seen.
Then will you finance
Willie's trip? Well...
Why, Uncle Joe, the idea
of bothering Mr. Davis!
He's our guest.
That's all right, Mrs. Bradley.
If my business were any better,
I'd be tempted to
put up the money.
This is the most
frustrating thing
that ever happened to me.
I asked Sam, Ben Miller,
Newt Kiley, Fred Ziffel...
Hey, Willie, you got any money?
'Fraid I ain't.
Nobody's got any money.
Bedloe has squoozed the
last cent out of this valley.
Why don't you ask him? Bedloe?
Why, if he got wind of
the power in Willie's finger,
he'd double-cross
him away from me
and put him on a
plane to Las Vegas.
Yeah, I guess he would.
And... And what?
And I think I'm beginning
to see a ray of light.
(steam engine chugging)
(whistle blowing)
Train's coming.
Oh, what if Bedloe
will be on it?
He will be if Charley
gave him my message
about wanting to get down on
my knees and beg for mercy.
He's coming.
JOE: Number 30.
Well, good evening,
Mrs. Bradley.
Well?
Why don't you get down on
your knees and start begging.
Well, that won't be necessary
now due to Mr. Davis.
May we go on with
this? Time is money.
Eighteen.
I bet on 18.
Eighteen.
Let's see.
What's going on here?
None of your business, Bedloe.
You want to let
the $82,962 ride?
I'll let it ride on, um... Two.
On two.
I demand to know
what's going on here!
You win again.
How much does that make?
Let's see, uh...
That's gonna take
a bit of figuring.
That's getting up
into the big money.
Joe, see here...
Who is this pest?
Oh, this pest is Homer Bedloe,
the man who almost foreclosed
the mortgage on the Shady Rest.
How do you mean "almost"?
I'm going to
foreclose on Saturday.
Do you hear that, Mr. Davis?
(goofy laugh)
(laughing)
(chuckling)
I can foreclose before Saturday.
There's a clause in the mortgage
that forbids the use
of these premises
for illegal purposes,
and gambling is illegal.
Oh, but we're not gambling.
We're just demonstrating
to Mr. Davis
how he can win $5 billion.
Five billion? Yeah.
If you weren't
such a rat, Bedloe,
you could've gotten into it
for a couple of
million for yourself.
I'm not interested in any of
your rattlebrained schemes.
Mr. Davis, if you
take my advice,
you will stay clear
of this windbag.
Mr. Bedloe, I'm not in the
habit of misjudging people,
or I wouldn't be president
of one of the country's
biggest corporations.
What corporation?
Mrs. Bradley, if this man
doesn't leave at once,
we can just forget all about
sending this young
man to Las Vegas.
Oh, Mr. Davis, you
shouldn't have mentioned
where we're sending
Willie to win the money
in front of you-know-who.
Bedloe, you ain't wanted
around here. Get out.
No, no, no, see here.
Sic him!
(barking)
Come on, boy, come on!
You get away from me!
Get away from me!
Don't come back.
Do you think he recognized me?
I don't see how.
Well, my picture was
on the cover of Business
and Finance Weekly
a couple months ago.
JOE: Would you like to try
another spin at the wheel, Mr. Davis?
No, I'm convinced
and worried about Bedloe
overhearing what he did.
KATE: Willie, you'd better go
home and rest up your vibration.
You're gonna need
them in Las Vegas.
Good night.
Try another number.
We've been doing this close
to three hours, Mr. Bedloe,
and I ain't missed one yet.
I want to make sure this
isn't a trick of Kate Bradley's.
It ain't no trick.
I got SPCA.
All right, Willie,
you got a deal.
And tomorrow, the first thing,
I'll get you a first-class
train ticket for Las Vegas.
That'll take too long.
I got to be back to
school by Monday.
You'd better buy
me an airplane ticket.
Airplane?!
That's a dirty word in my book.
You realize I'm with
the C.& F.W. Railroad?
And I'm with the
Hooterville High School,
and I gotta be back by Monday.
Well, Boy, you're asking me
to compromise my principles.
What time could you leave?
Here he comes.
Well, Mrs. Bradley, I've
been looking all over for you
to give you the good news.
You're gonna be
deported! (laughs)
Go ahead and laugh.
It'll probably the last
chance you'll ever have.
That is, unless you see
something funny in poverty.
Get to the point, Bedloe.
The point is that one hour ago,
I put Willie and his talented
finger on a plane for Las Vegas,
and with him went winging your
last chance to save your hotel.
Oh, you're making that up.
You're through. So
are you, Drucker.
I'm going to evict
everybody in this valley.
By next week, it should be one
vast, desolate, empty wasteland.
Well, I guess you win, Homer.
Yeah, guess there's
nothing left for me to do
except finish printing up
this last issue of the
Hooterville World Guardian.
Oh, Sam, I'd like half a
dozen copies for souvenirs.
Help yourself, Kate.
Yeah, take a dozen
to wrap yourself up with while
you're sleeping in the snow.
You know, I think
I'll send a copy of this
to Mr. Norman P. Curtis,
president of the C.&F.W.
Your boss, remember? What for?
Well, I think he'd be
interested in that headline.
Oh, no, you can't do that!
Why, Mr. Curtis hates planes.
He'd fire me and
cut off my pension.
I'd lose everything.
I'd have to sleep in the snow.
Better take along a few copies
of the Guardian
to keep you warm.
Mercy, mercy!
Oh, oh, you weren't about
to show me any mercy.
Or Sam or anybody
in this valley.
But I will, I will.
I'll, I'll stop the foreclosure
proceedings on the Shady Rest.
I'll give you all the
time you want to pay.
I'll let everybody in
the valley off the hook.
What about Sam?
I'll give him extension on his
loan; lend him more money.
Will you put that in writing?
Make out the affidavit.
He already has.
I'll go get it.
You sign it and
I'll notarize it.
Oh, it's a terrible
day for Homer Bedloe!
Wait a minute. What's
so terrible about it?
I've still got Willie.
Here you are.
Just sign right here.
I'm not going to sign anything.
I'm back to my old,
mean, horrible, natural self.
I'll send Mr. Curtis
a copy of this paper.
Go ahead. Willie's
gonna win me millions.
Let Curtis fire me.
I'll probably the
C.&F.W. and fire him
and 700 of the
C.&F.W. employees.
Mrs. Bradley, I want you and
all your meager possessions
out of the Shady Rest by
0800 tomorrow morning.
Doggone it, Kate!
I thought your
scheme was foolproof.
Trouble is, it
wasn't ghoulproof.
(lively music playing)
(music stops)
Stupid dog.
What's the sense of
dancing to an empty house?
Where is everybody?
I guess they're
home and packing.
That's what we should be doing.
It just doesn't seem possible
that we're gonna have
to move out of this place.
(door opens)
Well, good evening, everybody!
Oh, having a party?
Who invited you?
Well, I just dropped by
to give you the weather
report for tomorrow.
There'll be freezing rain,
followed by sleet snow
and subzero temperatures.
It's great weather
for an eviction.
(growling)
Homer Bedloe, you're a fiend!
You're cruel!
Heartless!
Unspeakable!
(barks)
Yeah, if he's any meaner,
you'd have to be twins.
It would be immodest
of me to disagree.
Howdy, everybody.
Willie!
Hi, Billie-Jo. Hi.
Willie, what are you doing here?
I got off the plane
at the county seat
and hitchhiked back.
Why, you stu...
Tha-Tha-That's all
right, boy, that's all right.
Anybody can make a mistake.
This looked like Las Vegas.
All towns look the
same from the air.
No, I got off 'cause I scared.
I ain't gonna fly there, nohow.
BEDLOE: Why, that's all right.
We'll send you
off by train or bus.
I told you, I gotta
go to school.
Well, we'll send a
tutor along with you.
Remember, all you have to
do is win for your old fiend...
Uh, friend Bedloe.
How's your old finger, Willie?
It's fine.
Well, why don't you vibrate a
few numbers for Mrs. Bradley?
Let her eat her
kindly old heart out,
realizing how close she came
to keeping the Shady Rest.
WILLIE: Well...
It's all right, Willie.
Eight.
Twelve... Twelve?!
Guess I missed.
Well, try another one.
Twenty-six.
No, sixty-two.
There isn't any 62.
Now, stop clowning.
What number you
gonna come up with?
How's 21 sound?
Twenty-one.
Nine!
You ungrateful...
Well, what's the
matter with you?
You trying to double-cross me?
Willie wouldn't do that.
No, sir.
Well, what's wrong with you?
I don't know.
I had it when I
got on the plane.
I guess I ain't got it now.
That's it, Homer.
What do you mean?
The airplane scared
the ESP out of Willie.
Willie, I'm awful sorry
you didn't get to see Las Vegas.
I would've seen nothing
but outside anyway.
You know like you told
me about being underage?
They wouldn't even
let me into the casino.
Joe, get into town, tell
Sam to bring that affidavit
out here for Mr. Bedloe to sign.
You are gonna sign
it, Homer. Mercy.
And then tell the folks to
stop packing and get out here.
We're gonna have the
biggest, darndest celebration
in the history of the valley.
Aren't we, Homer?
Oh, mercy!
(lively chatter)
Quiet, everybody! Quiet!
I've got the name of the
winner of Monte Carlo Night.
Sam Drucker.
(applause and cheering)
Sam has just won $28,942
in make-believe money
and is entitled to
the grand prize...
A bushel of tomatoes.
(laughter)
Kate, I-I'd like to split
my winnings with you.
Oh, you don't have
to do that, Sam.
I'd consider it an honor.
(sighs) Well, all right.
Draw the curtain!
(excited chatter)
Can't you people take a joke?!
After you.
Here, Sam, let me
have it, let me have it.
JOE: Go on, vibrate up a number.
Go on, vibrate a number. (barks)
(barking)
(continues barking)
(still barking)
Stupid dog.
You gotta show off and
vibrate higher numbers.
Don't you realize while you're
doing that, I'm losing millions?
(barking)
You're just gonna
love Las Vegas!
♪ Petticoat Junction. ♪
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