Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 1, Episode 20 - Your Witch Is Showing - full transcript
After Darrin forbids Samantha to attend her cousin Mario's wedding in Egypt (which would require her to use witchcraft to go), Samantha, who wanted to go, especially as she was asked to be matron of honor, is not angry but rather understanding of Darrin's position. Endora, on the other hand, is livid, she who states that Darrin is in "big trouble". So when Darrin gets a new assistant named Gideon Whitsett, Darrin is convinced Gideon is a warlock enlisted by Endora as a series of events makes Darrin look bumbling and stupid in front of a new client, and in turn makes Gideon look fantastic. This stance of Darrin's does make Samantha angry as she doesn't want Darrin to blame witchcraft for every bad thing that may happen in his life. So Samantha goes on a mission to peel the outer cordial and friendly layers of Gideon Whitsett to see who really lies deep in his core.
- Good morning, sweetheart.
- Hello.
Just toast. I got another rough one.
Things are really jumping
down at the office.
Has the mail come yet?
Well, I haven't...
Yes, it's here.
- Mother?
- Did you say something, honey?
No, no, sweetheart, just mumbling.
Darrin, my cousin Mario's
getting married.
He is living in Egypt.
It's going to be a big wedding.
That's nice.
His fianc?e wants me
to be matron of honour.
Matron of honour
at a wedding in Egypt?
The weather in Cairo
is marvellous this time of year.
- I might have known.
- Samantha...
Mario's fianc?e is simply beautiful,
socially prominent...
one of us, of course.
You be sure to give him our best,
because Samantha won't be there.
- That is ridiculous, of course she will.
- No, Mother.
Darrin can't get away right now and
I'm not going anywhere without him.
- You can't mean that.
- Well, she certainly can and does.
If she goes anywhere, it'll be
with me, the old-fashioned way.
You really mean
to set yourself against me?
Well, I prefer to call it exercising
my prerogative as a husband.
I'll send a note of regret
this afternoon.
That won't be necessary.
I'll take the message myself.
Oh, yes.
Speaking of messages...
I have one for you, young man.
- Yes?
- You're in trouble.
Well, just fix it, huh? Just fix it.
All right.
Hello.
Well, tell him I'm sorry,
I just haven't had time.
- Morning, Darrin.
- Good morning, Larry.
- What time is Woolfe?
- Phone.
Oh, for Pete's sake. Yes.
You're darn tootin' I objected, Carson.
That girl looked like Sophia Loren.
She's supposed to be 16 years old.
All right.
Every advertising executive
in the country...
is trying to land the
Woolfe Brothers account.
And I'm supposed to get it
with sketches...
that look like they came
out of a girlie magazine.
Down, boy. Relax. Uncle Larry
has the answer to all your problems.
- Another head.
- Very funny.
But I was referring,
as you well know, to an assistant.
Come on. I've told you I just don't
have time to train another man.
Delegate authority. That's the secret.
Look, do yourself a favour.
There's a boy named Gideon Whitsett
in the copywriting department.
- Give him a chance to help you.
- Okay, Larry.
- Send him up.
- Fine.
- Hope to be of further service...
Come in.
I remain, et cetera, et cetera.
Mr. Stephens, I'm Gideon Whitsett.
I just wanted to tell you
how much this means to me.
- We're glad to have you aboard.
- That's very kind, sir.
You can drop the "sir."
I'm not that much older than you.
Oh, well, that's true, sir.
I mean, Mr. Stephens.
It seems that way because
you've accomplished everything...
I've ever dreamed of.
We have a meeting with Mr. Woolfe.
I'm sorry I won't be able to brief you.
Just keep your eye on me...
- and play it by ear.
- Certainly.
Would it be all right if I took
a few notes while you're talking?
I've got a lot to learn and you're
the man I wanna learn it from.
Sure, fine.
Mr. Woolfe, this is our Mr. Stephens.
Oh, you're the bright young man
I've been hearing so much about.
No, no, Mr. Woolfe.
This is our Mr. Stephens.
How do you do?
And this is Stephens' assistant,
Gideon Whitsett.
- Ashtray, sir?
- Oh, thank you, Whitsett.
Harvard or Yale?
Oh, I believe you've
got me spotted already, sir.
I knew it. I know a Yale man
when I see one. Best of the breed.
- Team, team, team!
- Team, team, team!
- Those were the golden days.
- Yes, indeed.
Sit over here.
I'm sure you'll be more comfortable.
- Thank you.
- As I was saying, Mr. Woolfe...
- we feel that Stephens here is...
- Who?
Stephens, Missouri U, class of '50.
Now, what I'd like to emphasize in
this campaign are three major areas.
Sir, would you like to take a few notes?
Oh, thank you.
The teenage ready-to-wear market...
and competing with the discount
companies in the appliance sales.
Fine material. I like your tailor.
- Worked for our family for years.
- Oh, really?
Appliance sales.
And updating our approach
to home tailoring...
Home furnishing.
Give me his name, of course.
Concentrating on the first
major market, I'd like to...
I'd start with a...
Seem to have the hiccups.
- Darrin.
- Oh, thanks, Larry.
I would like to call your attention...
to the young lady standing
in the foreground...
young gentleman in the rear, and the
caption reads, "He'd like to hold your..."
"He'd like to hold your..."
If you'll allow me.
"He'd like to hold your hand...
when you wear your discotheque
dress from Woolfe Brothers."
I don't know.
Can't it be phrased in good
old-fashioned English?
Yes, sir, I think it could.
Oh, no, it couldn't. The teenagers
of today are very keen on...
- Why not just call it a party dress?
- Now you're talking.
- No, he's not.
- Plain and simple. That's what I like.
You know, Tate,
this boy's got a lot on the ball.
Well, thank you, Mr. Woolfe.
Well, Gideon, you and Stephens
make a fine team. Right, Darrin?
It's been a great day.
I'm looking forward to our meeting
this evening with Mr. Woolfe.
I bet.
You know, I was looking over your
personnel file. You never went to Yale.
Why, no, sir. I never said I did.
You gave every impression you did.
I forgot my briefcase. Why don't
you go ahead, and I'll meet you there.
Your elevator is temporarily stalled.
Find the red button
marked "Emergency" and press.
- Why today? Why?
- If the elevator does not start...
This is the moment of truth,
I will not panic.
- Then press again.
- Help!
Let me out of here!
Let me out of here! Help!
Find the red button
marked "Emergency" and...
Mr. Tate, this is Gideon Whitsett.
I think Mr. Stephens
has been held up somewhere.
He kept Mr. Woolfe waiting?
I'm afraid so, sir, but I stepped
into the race, so to speak.
I took the liberty of covering for him.
Good for you. How'd it go?
Brilliantly, if I may say so, sir.
I feel quite confident that Mr. Woolfe
is gonna sign with our agency...
providing, of course, I give him
the name of my tailor.
Woolfe seems to think the
world of me. I don't know why.
I do. You're a very capable
young man. Valuable too.
Well, thank you, Mr. Tate.
That means a great deal to me.
- Goodbye now, sir.
- Goodbye.
I'm telling you, from the minute
that guy walked in...
- it's been one disaster after another.
- I know, sweetheart.
It's like he jinxed me. I've never been
stuck in an elevator in my whole life.
That's a terrible experience.
- Mother did that to me once when I...
- Say that again.
- What?
- Your mother...?
Oh, no.
Now, you can't blame this on her.
That happens accidentally
sometimes too.
Yeah, I suppose it does...
to normal people
with normal mothers-in-law.
- You're late.
- I ran out of gas. Can you believe that?
I know,
but I filled the tank yesterday.
- Oh, there you are.
- I apologize, gentlemen.
I'm not usually late,
but things keep happening.
Never mind, Whitsett's
been showing the layouts.
But I left the layouts at home.
That's why I had to go back.
- When I went back, I ran out of gas...
- It's all right, Darrin.
Clever, very clever. I like your ideas.
Of course, we'll have to make
a few little changes.
- Anything you say, sir.
- Good afternoon, eh...
Stephens. I'd like to explain...
- Don't make waves.
- Waves?
Why, that thieving, no-good...
Larry, I was up all night coming
up with this. This is my exact layout.
Which you left at home.
Which I left at home. Therefore he...
Then how could it...?
- How did he...?
- Black magic, maybe?
Would you believe me if I said yes?
Darrin, you're tired. You need a rest.
You've been working too hard.
I want you to take
the next few days off.
And don't worry,
Gideon has everything under control.
Yes, and so does Endora.
Endora.
Endora, come on,
I wanna talk to you.
Endora.
I know you're here somewhere.
- Endora?
- Darrin?
Darrin, how come
you're home so early?
Mother dear, come out.
Come out wherever you are.
Darrin, she's not here, not now.
Oh, yes, she is. She's right here.
She's going to make good her threat.
- She's going to replace me in my job.
- Oh, Darrin, you're wrong.
- She's had nothing to do with this.
- And it won't stop with just him.
Before you know it, the entire agency
will be witches, then the building...
then the street. Today Madison
Avenue, tomorrow the world.
I know it looks suspicious, but try to
keep an open mind for your own sake.
Now, wait a minute.
You assume that
just because a young man...
comes into the office
who's efficient...
Efficient? He's a tarantula.
Well, I don't care
if he's the Marquis de Sade.
Just because you had some bad luck
doesn't necessarily mean he's a witch.
Not witch, Samantha, warlock.
A term with which you and your
relations should be familiar...
like dear old cousin Mario.
Darrin, this is dangerous.
- Do you know what's happening?
- Funny...
Napoleon was asked the same
question before Waterloo.
The way you're talking, everything bad
that happens to you is witchcraft.
You bet your sweet broomstick.
Just consider the evidence.
Sudden, paralyzing inefficiency.
Being stuck in elevators,
hiccup attacks, running out of gas.
With evidence like that, you
should've been at Salem.
Searching for straws, am I?
Then how do you explain the fact
that these layouts on the table...
young Whitsett
had at the office today.
- You discussed it with him.
- It could never happen.
I came up with the idea last night.
I drew it and I left it on the table.
And yet, he had it in the office today.
Now, how'd he do that?
How did he do it? How?
Darrin Stephens,
you stop yelling at me.
It's a simple case of...
Witchcraft?
- Poor, poor Denton.
- Darrin.
For the first time,
I actually feel sorry for you.
- So you were here.
- As it happens, I just got back.
Oh, it was a beautiful wedding.
I suppose I got overly sentimental.
- I mean, Duncan...
- Darrin.
Oh, yes. Derwin, you may be
second-rate, but you are family.
What are you talking about?
- You are in trouble, aren't you?
- Yes.
Well, the only way to break a spell
is with another spell.
You mean you're going
to give me something...
so I can play on his side
of the court and win?
As I said before...
you are family.
Well, that's great!
Or is it?
How do I know I can trust you?
Suit yourself.
But I'm the only game in town.
Aren't I?
I hope you know what you're doing.
I don't think this is the right time
for this presentation.
Personally, I was hoping we'd spend
a little more time talking together...
before I met Harrison's...
Mr. Woolfe's board of directors.
After you, gentlemen.
Gentlemen, our slogan for the all-
important home furnishing division is:
"Live..."
"Live..."
"Live with tomorrow today, the
Woolfe Brothers time plan way."
Now, our statistics show that over...
Over...
Seems to be stuck.
Allow me.
That over 38 percent...
of all home-furnishing sales
are made on the time payment plan.
Our recommendation is that such a
plan be inaugurated by Woolfe Bros...
and that that plan be called:
"Easy..."
If you'll just bear with us, we seem to
be having a few technical difficulties.
Are you all right?
You actually gave him something
to use? You tricked him?
Yes, darling, but it wasn't real magic.
I only did it to give him self-confidence.
It was only baking soda,
ammonia and garlic salt.
In an atomizer.
Here you see the home of tomorrow
as furnished by Woolfe Brothers.
Mr. Whitsett.
It's our recommendation
that this scale be used...
as a mobile promotional unit...
designed to arrest the attention
of potential purchasers.
To be shown at decorators,
home shows...
Say, that thing's got a short.
Mr. Stephens, it's on fire.
- Fire! Fire!
- Hold it. Don't panic.
Mr. Stephens, do something.
You bet your life I will. Something
I should've done a long time ago.
Take that.
Look out! Look out, Darrin.
And that!
How do you feel, sweetheart?
Fine, just great.
That's good.
Darrin, where's your briefcase?
Down in the den. Why?
Larry phoned.
Gideon's coming over
to pick up the Woolfe Brothers file.
That's it? Just turn in your stripes and
your Woolfe Brothers file just like that?
Afraid so.
Who cares!
Go ahead and give it to him.
Maybe you can exchange a few
witch recipes while you're at it.
Maybe.
Oh, nothing, darling.
That'll be him. I'll see you later.
- Hello, Mrs. Stephens.
- Mr. Whitsett, isn't it?
Yes, indeed it is. I hope I haven't
come at an inconvenient time.
I just stopped by to pick up
the Woolfe Brothers material.
Yes, it's in the den.
Won't you come in?
Oh, you have a very lovely
place here, Mrs. Stephens.
Happy home, happy marriage.
You can tell when two people...
- are suited to one another.
- Thank you.
I'm terribly concerned about
Mr. Stephens. Is he feeling better?
- Not much, I'm afraid.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
He's such a wonderful man.
He's my idol.
But I suppose he's already told you
how I feel about him.
Oh, yes, he has.
Oh, Mrs. Stephens, I'm really
terribly grateful to Mr. Stephens.
He's the one who gave me
my first really big opportunity.
You certainly took advantage,
didn't you?
I just hope I can measure up
to the standards he set.
Mr. Whitsett, how do you manage
to be so charming all day long?
It must be exhausting.
Oh, no, no, not at all.
I like to please people.
You know what they say,
catch more flies with honey.
- You're just too good to be true.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.
I would.
I wish I had the power
to see you as you really are.
If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
You gotta step on people to get where
you're going. Push and shove.
- I guess so.
- I know so.
I'm not afraid to swing my machete
and lop off a few heads.
That's very courageous.
Most people probably don't know how
hard you work to get what you want.
- Do you think I'm underrated?
- I'm sure of it.
Have you always been like this?
When I was 6 years old,
I had 10 kids on paper routes...
and they turned
all the profits over to me.
- Remarkable.
- By the time I was in college...
I was so rich I hired a flunky
to pass my exams for me...
while I concentrated on some
of the more important things.
I was out there promoting
every second.
I'll bet you were. Cigarette?
Oh, thank you.
Oh, go ahead, it's just the two of us.
Be yourself.
Light the cigarette our way.
- Our way? I don't get you.
- The table lighter doesn't work.
- Oh, well, have you got a light?
- Certainly.
What is it with you people and fire?
Oh, I am sorry,
but accidents will happen.
Now, you do all these
wonderful things yourself?
- Oh, you said it, baby.
- With no supernatural help?
Oh, no. No supernatural,
natural or otherwise.
It's kill or be killed.
It's a rough world.
You gotta be the firstest with
the mostest. Know what I mean?
- Play the angles.
- The angles.
Of which I'm happy to say
you have none.
But you have.
Like fixing the exhibit
so it would fall apart.
- You've been peeking.
- And stalling elevators?
Oh, now, how would I
have done that?
Well, you couldn't. Could you?
Well, sometimes it works
and sometimes it doesn't.
Pushing all the buttons with "hold"
at the same time.
Oh, that's very clever.
- I bet you could work magic.
- You better believe it.
Otherwise, how would you have
the same layout at the office...
that Darrin left at home?
I'm a winner, baby.
I keep telling you.
Doodling.
Darrin doodles all the time
while he talks on the phone.
He drew that layout the day before
and didn't even know it, did he?
Wars have been won
from wastepaper baskets, baby.
- Stephens!
- A slip of the lip can sink a ship.
You know, I don't believe
he is a witch.
You know, I believe you're right.
- Darrin, these sketches are brilliant.
- Thanks, Larry.
I hope Mr. Woolfe agrees.
Well, yes. Then again, no.
Where's young Whitsett?
He knows what I want.
Young Whitsett is back
sharpening pencils.
Oh, incidentally, his approach to what
you say you want is dead wrong.
And suppose I want things
done my way.
Then you better go
to another agency.
You told the last one
what you wanted...
and your sales dropped 23 percent,
I believe.
Twenty-four. So?
So if you want
a well-planned campaign...
stressing the approach
that you need...
then listen
to what you're paying for...
and stop telling the doctor
how to practice.
Okay.
I never argue with figures.
Talk, Missouri U, talk.
All it took was
a little self-confidence.
To you, you beautiful witch.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Oh, more brandy?
No, thanks.
Just plain old-fashioned insecurity and
I nearly flipped. Can you believe that?
It happens all the time.
Well, he saw it and he used it.
No witchcraft, no black magic.
Just an unscrupulous kid
and me working against myself.
Mother's often said that mortals
are their own worst enemies.
The one word I don't like to hear.
- "Enemies"?
- "Mother."
Now, darling, try to forgive her.
She only gave you
what you asked for.
Besides...
I'm afraid I said some
pretty nasty things to her.
- You did?
- This morning.
She was so upset,
she vowed she'd never come back.
Really?
You mean we're finally rid of your...?
We're finally rid of your...?
- Oh, dear.
- Do you think she really meant...?
Well, I was positive that, that...
Gesundheit.
- Hello.
Just toast. I got another rough one.
Things are really jumping
down at the office.
Has the mail come yet?
Well, I haven't...
Yes, it's here.
- Mother?
- Did you say something, honey?
No, no, sweetheart, just mumbling.
Darrin, my cousin Mario's
getting married.
He is living in Egypt.
It's going to be a big wedding.
That's nice.
His fianc?e wants me
to be matron of honour.
Matron of honour
at a wedding in Egypt?
The weather in Cairo
is marvellous this time of year.
- I might have known.
- Samantha...
Mario's fianc?e is simply beautiful,
socially prominent...
one of us, of course.
You be sure to give him our best,
because Samantha won't be there.
- That is ridiculous, of course she will.
- No, Mother.
Darrin can't get away right now and
I'm not going anywhere without him.
- You can't mean that.
- Well, she certainly can and does.
If she goes anywhere, it'll be
with me, the old-fashioned way.
You really mean
to set yourself against me?
Well, I prefer to call it exercising
my prerogative as a husband.
I'll send a note of regret
this afternoon.
That won't be necessary.
I'll take the message myself.
Oh, yes.
Speaking of messages...
I have one for you, young man.
- Yes?
- You're in trouble.
Well, just fix it, huh? Just fix it.
All right.
Hello.
Well, tell him I'm sorry,
I just haven't had time.
- Morning, Darrin.
- Good morning, Larry.
- What time is Woolfe?
- Phone.
Oh, for Pete's sake. Yes.
You're darn tootin' I objected, Carson.
That girl looked like Sophia Loren.
She's supposed to be 16 years old.
All right.
Every advertising executive
in the country...
is trying to land the
Woolfe Brothers account.
And I'm supposed to get it
with sketches...
that look like they came
out of a girlie magazine.
Down, boy. Relax. Uncle Larry
has the answer to all your problems.
- Another head.
- Very funny.
But I was referring,
as you well know, to an assistant.
Come on. I've told you I just don't
have time to train another man.
Delegate authority. That's the secret.
Look, do yourself a favour.
There's a boy named Gideon Whitsett
in the copywriting department.
- Give him a chance to help you.
- Okay, Larry.
- Send him up.
- Fine.
- Hope to be of further service...
Come in.
I remain, et cetera, et cetera.
Mr. Stephens, I'm Gideon Whitsett.
I just wanted to tell you
how much this means to me.
- We're glad to have you aboard.
- That's very kind, sir.
You can drop the "sir."
I'm not that much older than you.
Oh, well, that's true, sir.
I mean, Mr. Stephens.
It seems that way because
you've accomplished everything...
I've ever dreamed of.
We have a meeting with Mr. Woolfe.
I'm sorry I won't be able to brief you.
Just keep your eye on me...
- and play it by ear.
- Certainly.
Would it be all right if I took
a few notes while you're talking?
I've got a lot to learn and you're
the man I wanna learn it from.
Sure, fine.
Mr. Woolfe, this is our Mr. Stephens.
Oh, you're the bright young man
I've been hearing so much about.
No, no, Mr. Woolfe.
This is our Mr. Stephens.
How do you do?
And this is Stephens' assistant,
Gideon Whitsett.
- Ashtray, sir?
- Oh, thank you, Whitsett.
Harvard or Yale?
Oh, I believe you've
got me spotted already, sir.
I knew it. I know a Yale man
when I see one. Best of the breed.
- Team, team, team!
- Team, team, team!
- Those were the golden days.
- Yes, indeed.
Sit over here.
I'm sure you'll be more comfortable.
- Thank you.
- As I was saying, Mr. Woolfe...
- we feel that Stephens here is...
- Who?
Stephens, Missouri U, class of '50.
Now, what I'd like to emphasize in
this campaign are three major areas.
Sir, would you like to take a few notes?
Oh, thank you.
The teenage ready-to-wear market...
and competing with the discount
companies in the appliance sales.
Fine material. I like your tailor.
- Worked for our family for years.
- Oh, really?
Appliance sales.
And updating our approach
to home tailoring...
Home furnishing.
Give me his name, of course.
Concentrating on the first
major market, I'd like to...
I'd start with a...
Seem to have the hiccups.
- Darrin.
- Oh, thanks, Larry.
I would like to call your attention...
to the young lady standing
in the foreground...
young gentleman in the rear, and the
caption reads, "He'd like to hold your..."
"He'd like to hold your..."
If you'll allow me.
"He'd like to hold your hand...
when you wear your discotheque
dress from Woolfe Brothers."
I don't know.
Can't it be phrased in good
old-fashioned English?
Yes, sir, I think it could.
Oh, no, it couldn't. The teenagers
of today are very keen on...
- Why not just call it a party dress?
- Now you're talking.
- No, he's not.
- Plain and simple. That's what I like.
You know, Tate,
this boy's got a lot on the ball.
Well, thank you, Mr. Woolfe.
Well, Gideon, you and Stephens
make a fine team. Right, Darrin?
It's been a great day.
I'm looking forward to our meeting
this evening with Mr. Woolfe.
I bet.
You know, I was looking over your
personnel file. You never went to Yale.
Why, no, sir. I never said I did.
You gave every impression you did.
I forgot my briefcase. Why don't
you go ahead, and I'll meet you there.
Your elevator is temporarily stalled.
Find the red button
marked "Emergency" and press.
- Why today? Why?
- If the elevator does not start...
This is the moment of truth,
I will not panic.
- Then press again.
- Help!
Let me out of here!
Let me out of here! Help!
Find the red button
marked "Emergency" and...
Mr. Tate, this is Gideon Whitsett.
I think Mr. Stephens
has been held up somewhere.
He kept Mr. Woolfe waiting?
I'm afraid so, sir, but I stepped
into the race, so to speak.
I took the liberty of covering for him.
Good for you. How'd it go?
Brilliantly, if I may say so, sir.
I feel quite confident that Mr. Woolfe
is gonna sign with our agency...
providing, of course, I give him
the name of my tailor.
Woolfe seems to think the
world of me. I don't know why.
I do. You're a very capable
young man. Valuable too.
Well, thank you, Mr. Tate.
That means a great deal to me.
- Goodbye now, sir.
- Goodbye.
I'm telling you, from the minute
that guy walked in...
- it's been one disaster after another.
- I know, sweetheart.
It's like he jinxed me. I've never been
stuck in an elevator in my whole life.
That's a terrible experience.
- Mother did that to me once when I...
- Say that again.
- What?
- Your mother...?
Oh, no.
Now, you can't blame this on her.
That happens accidentally
sometimes too.
Yeah, I suppose it does...
to normal people
with normal mothers-in-law.
- You're late.
- I ran out of gas. Can you believe that?
I know,
but I filled the tank yesterday.
- Oh, there you are.
- I apologize, gentlemen.
I'm not usually late,
but things keep happening.
Never mind, Whitsett's
been showing the layouts.
But I left the layouts at home.
That's why I had to go back.
- When I went back, I ran out of gas...
- It's all right, Darrin.
Clever, very clever. I like your ideas.
Of course, we'll have to make
a few little changes.
- Anything you say, sir.
- Good afternoon, eh...
Stephens. I'd like to explain...
- Don't make waves.
- Waves?
Why, that thieving, no-good...
Larry, I was up all night coming
up with this. This is my exact layout.
Which you left at home.
Which I left at home. Therefore he...
Then how could it...?
- How did he...?
- Black magic, maybe?
Would you believe me if I said yes?
Darrin, you're tired. You need a rest.
You've been working too hard.
I want you to take
the next few days off.
And don't worry,
Gideon has everything under control.
Yes, and so does Endora.
Endora.
Endora, come on,
I wanna talk to you.
Endora.
I know you're here somewhere.
- Endora?
- Darrin?
Darrin, how come
you're home so early?
Mother dear, come out.
Come out wherever you are.
Darrin, she's not here, not now.
Oh, yes, she is. She's right here.
She's going to make good her threat.
- She's going to replace me in my job.
- Oh, Darrin, you're wrong.
- She's had nothing to do with this.
- And it won't stop with just him.
Before you know it, the entire agency
will be witches, then the building...
then the street. Today Madison
Avenue, tomorrow the world.
I know it looks suspicious, but try to
keep an open mind for your own sake.
Now, wait a minute.
You assume that
just because a young man...
comes into the office
who's efficient...
Efficient? He's a tarantula.
Well, I don't care
if he's the Marquis de Sade.
Just because you had some bad luck
doesn't necessarily mean he's a witch.
Not witch, Samantha, warlock.
A term with which you and your
relations should be familiar...
like dear old cousin Mario.
Darrin, this is dangerous.
- Do you know what's happening?
- Funny...
Napoleon was asked the same
question before Waterloo.
The way you're talking, everything bad
that happens to you is witchcraft.
You bet your sweet broomstick.
Just consider the evidence.
Sudden, paralyzing inefficiency.
Being stuck in elevators,
hiccup attacks, running out of gas.
With evidence like that, you
should've been at Salem.
Searching for straws, am I?
Then how do you explain the fact
that these layouts on the table...
young Whitsett
had at the office today.
- You discussed it with him.
- It could never happen.
I came up with the idea last night.
I drew it and I left it on the table.
And yet, he had it in the office today.
Now, how'd he do that?
How did he do it? How?
Darrin Stephens,
you stop yelling at me.
It's a simple case of...
Witchcraft?
- Poor, poor Denton.
- Darrin.
For the first time,
I actually feel sorry for you.
- So you were here.
- As it happens, I just got back.
Oh, it was a beautiful wedding.
I suppose I got overly sentimental.
- I mean, Duncan...
- Darrin.
Oh, yes. Derwin, you may be
second-rate, but you are family.
What are you talking about?
- You are in trouble, aren't you?
- Yes.
Well, the only way to break a spell
is with another spell.
You mean you're going
to give me something...
so I can play on his side
of the court and win?
As I said before...
you are family.
Well, that's great!
Or is it?
How do I know I can trust you?
Suit yourself.
But I'm the only game in town.
Aren't I?
I hope you know what you're doing.
I don't think this is the right time
for this presentation.
Personally, I was hoping we'd spend
a little more time talking together...
before I met Harrison's...
Mr. Woolfe's board of directors.
After you, gentlemen.
Gentlemen, our slogan for the all-
important home furnishing division is:
"Live..."
"Live..."
"Live with tomorrow today, the
Woolfe Brothers time plan way."
Now, our statistics show that over...
Over...
Seems to be stuck.
Allow me.
That over 38 percent...
of all home-furnishing sales
are made on the time payment plan.
Our recommendation is that such a
plan be inaugurated by Woolfe Bros...
and that that plan be called:
"Easy..."
If you'll just bear with us, we seem to
be having a few technical difficulties.
Are you all right?
You actually gave him something
to use? You tricked him?
Yes, darling, but it wasn't real magic.
I only did it to give him self-confidence.
It was only baking soda,
ammonia and garlic salt.
In an atomizer.
Here you see the home of tomorrow
as furnished by Woolfe Brothers.
Mr. Whitsett.
It's our recommendation
that this scale be used...
as a mobile promotional unit...
designed to arrest the attention
of potential purchasers.
To be shown at decorators,
home shows...
Say, that thing's got a short.
Mr. Stephens, it's on fire.
- Fire! Fire!
- Hold it. Don't panic.
Mr. Stephens, do something.
You bet your life I will. Something
I should've done a long time ago.
Take that.
Look out! Look out, Darrin.
And that!
How do you feel, sweetheart?
Fine, just great.
That's good.
Darrin, where's your briefcase?
Down in the den. Why?
Larry phoned.
Gideon's coming over
to pick up the Woolfe Brothers file.
That's it? Just turn in your stripes and
your Woolfe Brothers file just like that?
Afraid so.
Who cares!
Go ahead and give it to him.
Maybe you can exchange a few
witch recipes while you're at it.
Maybe.
Oh, nothing, darling.
That'll be him. I'll see you later.
- Hello, Mrs. Stephens.
- Mr. Whitsett, isn't it?
Yes, indeed it is. I hope I haven't
come at an inconvenient time.
I just stopped by to pick up
the Woolfe Brothers material.
Yes, it's in the den.
Won't you come in?
Oh, you have a very lovely
place here, Mrs. Stephens.
Happy home, happy marriage.
You can tell when two people...
- are suited to one another.
- Thank you.
I'm terribly concerned about
Mr. Stephens. Is he feeling better?
- Not much, I'm afraid.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
He's such a wonderful man.
He's my idol.
But I suppose he's already told you
how I feel about him.
Oh, yes, he has.
Oh, Mrs. Stephens, I'm really
terribly grateful to Mr. Stephens.
He's the one who gave me
my first really big opportunity.
You certainly took advantage,
didn't you?
I just hope I can measure up
to the standards he set.
Mr. Whitsett, how do you manage
to be so charming all day long?
It must be exhausting.
Oh, no, no, not at all.
I like to please people.
You know what they say,
catch more flies with honey.
- You're just too good to be true.
- Oh, I wouldn't say that.
I would.
I wish I had the power
to see you as you really are.
If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
You gotta step on people to get where
you're going. Push and shove.
- I guess so.
- I know so.
I'm not afraid to swing my machete
and lop off a few heads.
That's very courageous.
Most people probably don't know how
hard you work to get what you want.
- Do you think I'm underrated?
- I'm sure of it.
Have you always been like this?
When I was 6 years old,
I had 10 kids on paper routes...
and they turned
all the profits over to me.
- Remarkable.
- By the time I was in college...
I was so rich I hired a flunky
to pass my exams for me...
while I concentrated on some
of the more important things.
I was out there promoting
every second.
I'll bet you were. Cigarette?
Oh, thank you.
Oh, go ahead, it's just the two of us.
Be yourself.
Light the cigarette our way.
- Our way? I don't get you.
- The table lighter doesn't work.
- Oh, well, have you got a light?
- Certainly.
What is it with you people and fire?
Oh, I am sorry,
but accidents will happen.
Now, you do all these
wonderful things yourself?
- Oh, you said it, baby.
- With no supernatural help?
Oh, no. No supernatural,
natural or otherwise.
It's kill or be killed.
It's a rough world.
You gotta be the firstest with
the mostest. Know what I mean?
- Play the angles.
- The angles.
Of which I'm happy to say
you have none.
But you have.
Like fixing the exhibit
so it would fall apart.
- You've been peeking.
- And stalling elevators?
Oh, now, how would I
have done that?
Well, you couldn't. Could you?
Well, sometimes it works
and sometimes it doesn't.
Pushing all the buttons with "hold"
at the same time.
Oh, that's very clever.
- I bet you could work magic.
- You better believe it.
Otherwise, how would you have
the same layout at the office...
that Darrin left at home?
I'm a winner, baby.
I keep telling you.
Doodling.
Darrin doodles all the time
while he talks on the phone.
He drew that layout the day before
and didn't even know it, did he?
Wars have been won
from wastepaper baskets, baby.
- Stephens!
- A slip of the lip can sink a ship.
You know, I don't believe
he is a witch.
You know, I believe you're right.
- Darrin, these sketches are brilliant.
- Thanks, Larry.
I hope Mr. Woolfe agrees.
Well, yes. Then again, no.
Where's young Whitsett?
He knows what I want.
Young Whitsett is back
sharpening pencils.
Oh, incidentally, his approach to what
you say you want is dead wrong.
And suppose I want things
done my way.
Then you better go
to another agency.
You told the last one
what you wanted...
and your sales dropped 23 percent,
I believe.
Twenty-four. So?
So if you want
a well-planned campaign...
stressing the approach
that you need...
then listen
to what you're paying for...
and stop telling the doctor
how to practice.
Okay.
I never argue with figures.
Talk, Missouri U, talk.
All it took was
a little self-confidence.
To you, you beautiful witch.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Oh, more brandy?
No, thanks.
Just plain old-fashioned insecurity and
I nearly flipped. Can you believe that?
It happens all the time.
Well, he saw it and he used it.
No witchcraft, no black magic.
Just an unscrupulous kid
and me working against myself.
Mother's often said that mortals
are their own worst enemies.
The one word I don't like to hear.
- "Enemies"?
- "Mother."
Now, darling, try to forgive her.
She only gave you
what you asked for.
Besides...
I'm afraid I said some
pretty nasty things to her.
- You did?
- This morning.
She was so upset,
she vowed she'd never come back.
Really?
You mean we're finally rid of your...?
We're finally rid of your...?
- Oh, dear.
- Do you think she really meant...?
Well, I was positive that, that...
Gesundheit.