03x33 - Total Recall

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My Three Sons.

Starring Fred McMurray And as Bub, William
Frawley Hey, look what me and Susie made.

Well, fishing rods, huh?

Yeah, we're going fishing down at the creek.

Well, good.

Are you kidding?

There's no fishing rods.

Well, those are mighty fine looking rods, fellas.

Oh, just be careful and don't fall in, huh?

Okay, yeah.

Why don't you go down by that old log?

I always used to go there.

We'll bring a hole like a sucker.

Oh, now look what you did.

Jake, I'm sorry.

Oh, that's all right, Susie.

It was just an accident.

Gee, I wish I had a nickel for every mint
bottle I tipped over when I was his age.

Gosh, Bob, you sure must have been clumsy.

No, that's for me.

That's good enough, fellas.

All right, thanks.

Sorry, me, Mr. O'Casey.

All right, now get yourselves clean.

You end up for lunch, will you?

Okay.

Okay.

After you went to the market with your
mother, what'd you do?

Then what?

Well, then what'd you do?

Well, how come it took you a half hour to
get five gallons of gas?

Oh, yeah?

I told you that tire was beginning to go.

Yeah.

Then what'd you do?

There was a young man from Kilkenny who had trouble
making a penny till he married a miss and gave her a kiss.

Say, Bob.

Thanks.

You used to know Skipper Thompson, didn't you?

Skipper Thompson?

Mm-hmm.

What about him?

Well, he's coming to town to get an
alumnus award from Bryant High.

Skipper Thompson, the famous baseball manager?

Yeah.

You both went to high school together, didn't you?

Yeah.

Come on, you kids better get in here now.

Lunch is ready.

Well, yeah.

Skipper Thompson, baseball's most famous
and successful manager, will return to his

hometown to get an award from his Alma
mater and to meet old friends.

Big deal.

What?

Nothing.

Chip, Robbie, Sudsy, lunch.

Well, I suppose you'll see him when he
comes to town, how about?

I might.

You might?

Well, you went to school with him and
played on the same team, didn't you?

Yeah.

Oh, you ought to see him, Buck.

It'll be a lot of fun talking over old times.

Okay, okay.

But I'm serving lunch right now.

Do you mind?

And then what?

I said lunch, and I mean lunch.

Eloise, I better go now.

My grandfather's yelling.

I can't.

Well, somebody might hear me.

Yeah, well, you haven't got a house full
of nosy brothers like I have.

Okay, but just this once.

There.

See you later.

What do you mean you didn't hear me?

I did, too.

All right.

Now, this time, listen.

Okay?

Yeah.

Now,

Charlie, I'm going to try to show you how
to do a nice little trick.

Here's a hanger.

Here's a coat.

Put the coat on the hanger and hang them
both in the closet.

Has it got anything to do with Skipper Thompson?

Of course not.

Well, you've sure been acting funny ever
since Dad mentioned his name this morning.

It's got nothing to do with Skipper Thompson and me.

I haven't seen him since I left high school.

And take your feet down off the bed.

Well, something may sure bug in you, Bub.

Now, there's got to be a reason for it.

I'm tired of listening to that psychological jazz.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

I was just trying to help, Bub.

It ought to be nice to find out what made you so unhappy.

I'm not unhappy.

I'm tickled to death.

I'm hysterical.

To me, it's good to go fishing down at the creek again.

Why, just stick around.

I've been here for a while.

I'm trying to be a little useful.

We want to catch us some fish before they're all gone.

There's hardly any water in the creek, so we got to hurry.

This time we got real fish hooks instead of bent fins.

Look, Bub.

Jeepers, Bub, I'm sorry.

Now look what you did.

Now get out of here, both of you.

I'll take care of that myself.

You better get in the sink quick.

Jeepers, Bub, it was just an accident.

Like the other day when Sudsy spilled the milk.

Boy, Chip, now yell at me.

Why shouldn't I yell at you?

You practically live over here.

It wasn't Sudsy's fault that I broke the dish.

So it wasn't Sudsy's fault.

Now get lost, both of you.

Can we go down to the creek?

What for?

How are you going to catch fish in a creek
with about an inch of water in it?

I think I better go up to my room, Sudsy.

I think I hear my mother calling me anyway.

How can you hear your mother calling when
you live three blocks from here?

She must be calling me because I got a
feeling it's time for me to go home.

Well, take your feeling and go home.

Oh, yeah, that's probably why nobody
answered when I called.

Are you going to hang on to that phone all day?

Well, Bubba, I thought I was just on it.

Never mind.

Knock it off.

Knock it off.

What are you staring at?

Well, me or tr*mp?

Both of you.

Now, when your children are born and have telephones
growing out of their ears, don't say I didn't warn you.

Eloise, I think I better hang up now.

I can't.

I can.

My brother's right here.

Well, go ahead and kiss her and get it over with.

Bye.

Gee, well, I just thought that maybe... I know, I know.

They're all the same.

Mike, do you have any idea what's wrong with Bub?

He should have been giving everybody a
bunch of static, wouldn't he?

Yeah, I do.

I think it's just about time somebody did
something about it.

Well, it's pretty obvious that for some reason, Bub is
reacting violently to the return of Skipper Thompson.

Yeah.

Now, maybe he doesn't know why himself.

Maybe the reason is buried deep in his subconscious.

Well, whatever the reason is, Mike,
I'm sure you'll get over it.

Well, all I want you to do, Dad, is to
talk him into going to see Professor Engel.

He's one of the best in the business.

Well, why don't you describe Bub's symptoms and
reactions to your professor and see what he says?

It isn't the same, Dad.

Professor Engel will have to speak to him himself.

And he said he'd do it as a favor to me.

Well, you've already talked to him.

Well, yeah, sure, I had to.

He's a busy man.

I couldn't just assume he'd see Bub.

Well, Mike, you know how much chance we
have of getting your grandfather to go out

to the university so somebody can discuss his psyche.

Well, psychiatry's a science, Dad.

And Professor Engle's a doctor,
an M.D., not just head of a department.

Well, you know that, Mike, and I know that.

But Bub comes from a generation who thinks
it's a disgrace that women got the vote.

Speaking of that, I've got a date, and I'm late.

I'll see you.

Well, Dad, how about if I could get
Professor Engle to come over here?

Well, why don't we wait a couple of days, Mike?

If his disposition doesn't get any better
by then, we'll have to do something about it.

Hey, Mark, do you know if I'll always call me?

Listen.

Jada?

Jada?

What does that mean?

I don't know.

Hey, what's that little book he's holding?

I don't know that either.

He was up in the attic this morning.

When he came down, he had that with him.

Why don't we see if we can get it from him?

Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute.

What are you guys doing around here?

Well, Bub, we just wondered what Jada meant.

How'd you know about that?

Well, you were saying it.

In your sleep.

Yeah.

So what?

Well, uh, we just wanted to know what Jada was.

Yeah.

I dreamt that I was about four years old.

That's baby talk.

That's awesome.

I can't even have a little conversation in his sleep.

I've heard of Dada, but not Jada.

Well, maybe I can get him here tomorrow night.

Who?

Professor Engle.

Well, look, Rob, I'm going to need your help.

I mean, everything's got to be just so.

No junk in the room.

And tomorrow night we'll help Bub with the
dishes so he can relax and look at television.

Okay.

Bub, what are you doing?

Boy, I'm beating down an uprising of ants.

I thought it would be better to flatten
them than use ant powder.

Bub's in there ironing.

Bub, when we volunteered to clean up out
here, he'd watch television or something.

Well, he is.

And you ought to see the room.

It looks like a tenement.

Well, Professor Engel's coming over to
analyze his thinking, not his housekeeping, so...

Oh, my gosh, there he is.

Evening, Professor.

Good evening, Mike.

Come on in.

I'm sorry about the way the house looks.

Oh, that's perfectly all right.

Um, Bub, I'd like to have you meet Professor Engel.

He's my psychology professor at the university.

How are you, Professor?

We'll just stay out here while Professor
Engel's talking to Bub, huh?

You sure, Dad?

We've seen teachers before.

Sit down, won't you, Professor, and make yourself at home.

Thank you.

I'll go right on with my work here, if you don't mind.

One thing about ironing, it doesn't make much noise.

How true.

It's a nice home you have here.

Oh, uh, thank you, Professor.

Uh, actually, Bub keeps the whole thing going.

By the way, Mike, uh, how's your baseball coming?

Are you on the team?

Oh, sir, I didn't go out for the baseball team.

I'm a track man.

Oh, isn't that a shame?

I understand that there is a man in town who is
practically a living legend in the field of baseball.

Oh, uh, really?

Uh, who's that?

Elroy Thompson.

I believe he's better known as Skipper Thompson.

Do you see what I mean?

Psychologically, this presents a very clear picture.

Really?

What is it?

Your grandfather hates Skipper Thompson.

Mike, I hope we're doing the right thing.

Maybe we should have told Bub we've
invited Skipper Thompson over.

Well, Professor Engle said it should come as a surprise.

The shock value is important.

Yeah, just hope Bub doesn't start throwing
punches at somebody.

Oh, boy.

Hi.

Oh, you look fine, Shipper.

You got your ball and glove, huh?

Sure.

Isn't every day that you get to meet a big
league guy like Skipper Thompson?

Quite a new house.

Oh, maybe he'll autograph your ball for you, hmm?

Hey, yeah.

Where's Robbie?

Oh, he's upstairs mooning over the loss of Eloise.

Was that thing over already?

Yeah, apparently she cut him out or gave him the
bounce for some guy with a credit card and a convertible.

Well, we'll have to work on that problem
when and if we get Bub straightened out.

What's that about, Bub?

Oh, nothing, Bub.

We were just, uh... What are you going to do?

I'm going to do a little vacuuming.

Do you mind?

Well, Bub, it's eight O'clock at night.

Why do you want to vacuum now?

Are you going to tell me when to do my housework?

But, Bub...

Bub, what if company should drop in?

I'll clean around them.

But, Bub, look... Yeah?

What are you doing?

I just pressed that suit yesterday.

I hope you're not going to play ball in it.

No.

Anyway, I got dressed up on account of... Oh, no, no.

He's not going to play ball in it, Bub.

He just, uh... Well, he's just
working the pocket in the glove there.

Oh, I see.

Well, what are you fellas all dressed up for?

Well, as Mike said, uh, somebody just might drop in.

Yeah.

Oh, uh, maybe I should have worn my organdy dust cap.

Now, get out of the way, will you?

I want to clean around them.

Clean this place up.

What do you suppose that is?

Well,

O 'Casey, old buddy, let's have the high, fast one.

Put her there, O'Casey.

Hello, Skipper.

Uh, Ruthie, you remember our low pockets?

Well, Ruthie Applegate.

The name is Mrs. Ruthie Thompson.

Oh, thank you.

Hello, Bill.

Hello, Ruthie.

I'm glad to see you.

You must be Steve.

That's right.

Nice to see you, Skipper.

Howdy.

These are my two grandsons.

There's another one around here someplace
if we can dig him up.

Boys, this is Skipper Thompson.

Hi.

This is Ruthie Applegate.

Mrs. Ruthie Thompson.

Oh, howdy, Steve.

Hi.

Howdy, son.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, we've known Bill for a good many years.

As a matter of fact, I think Bill here would
have married Ruthie if I hadn't moved in.

But while he was warming up in the
bullpen, I was in there pitching.

Yeah.

Well, uh, Bub, why don't you take your
friends into the living room?

I'm sure you three have a lot of old times to talk over.

Uh, come along, fellas.

Excuse us.

Mr. Skipper, may I have your autograph, please?

Sure.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna have the whole team autograph a ball for you.

Wow, thanks.

Here you are.

Did you hear that, Dad?

Yes.

Why don't we go in the living room and sit
down a minute, Ruthie, and have a little talk?

I'll never forget that crush we had on
each other in high school, Bill.

I guess that was something all right.

Bill, do you remember that first dance we went to together?

Do I remember it?

Well, what do you think of this?

Your dance call.

Well, I bet you don't remember the first song we danced to.

I bet you better stop betting, because I think I do.

Did it go like...

And they danced like this, and they danced like that.

Hey, that's it.

Dad, Jada, that's what he was talking about in his sleep.

What's Jada mean, Dad?

I don't know, Chipper, it's just an old song.

You know, Mike, the whole thing adds up now.

Skipper Thompson stole Bub's girl.

Of course, that was a long time before he met your grandmother,
but he's carried it in the back of his mind ever since.

Well, let's cut out this eavesdropping, huh?

Jada, Jada, Jada, Jada.

And when the dance was over, you took me home,
in your father's car, and it overheated, remember?

I should say I do.

Bill's father had the cutest little
roadster he used to let us use.

Swell.

I'll never forget that night your mother
bawled me out for bringing you in at 11 O 'clock.

Well, time to hit the old banquet trail.

In case you've forgotten, they're giving
me an award at the old school tonight.

Wow.

Bill, why don't you come too?

You can sit with me.

Well, I haven't been invited.

Uh, well, come to think of it, old Matthew
Walker said the place had been sold out for weeks.

I'd have bet on that.

Well, good to see you, old buddy.

Same to you, Elroy.

Well, we'll have to hurry.

Doesn't pay for the guest of honor to be late, right?

Right.

Goodbye, Bill.

Goodbye, Rosie.

Come on, sweetheart.

We'll have to go.

Oh.

I know that.

You can't forget it, huh?

Steve, you don't seem to realize that this
was my first romance.

I know that, Bub.

Well, you just can't live on a romantic memory forever.

Ruthie and I used to do our homework together.

We sat on our front porch swing and talked for hours.

Hey, Bub, did Donnie Frazier call you?

Donnie Frazier?

Yeah.

What happened to Eloise Parker?

Oh, she started running.

But you just can't let one girl wreck your whole life.

But, Rob, you did your homework with her
and you talked on the phone with her for hours.

Don't you feel any resentment for her?

Yeah.

I'll probably always remember her as the girl who
got rid of me just to go with somebody more jazzy.

But that's life.

Bub, if Hank calls, I'll be at Dottie's.

Would you care for a little more coffee, Bub?

I don't mind.

I don't mind, thanks.

You know, Steve, you've been trying to
talk sense into me for two hours.

Robbie did it in one sentence.

I'm sorry, Bub.

Well, that's all right.

That's a good old song.

They don't write tunes like that today.

No.

Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jing, Jing, Jing.

Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna,
Jenna, Jenna, Jing, Jing, Jing.

Hey, they're singing.

Yeah.

Does that mean Mr. O'Casey's happy again?

Sure.

I think it's safe to get a hunk of cake here.

Look, up in the sky, it's a bird,
it's a plane, it's not Superman,

it's My Favorite Martian.

Stay tuned for two episodes of My Favorite
Martian during this twice as nice morning on TV Land.