Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 4, Episode 31 - The No-Harm Charm - full transcript
Darrin and Samantha are in excited anticipation of the discussion Larry is having with McMann about Darrin becoming a partner. Instead, the news Darrin receives is that he is nearly fired over a major gaffe in a campaign for a bank. Darrin is bedriddenly depressed, especially over Larry's suggestion that he take some time off, despite Darrin believing that it was Endora who created the mistake if only to thwart his upward career trajectory. Uncle Arthur comes by with something that will help Darrin combat Endora and anyone else like Endora who may want to bring him harm: a lucky charm that will protect him against any harm, even that by witchcraft. A thankful Darrin uses the power of the charm to try and restore his good name, both with his company, and with Mr. Markham, the bank president. What Darrin is unaware of but what Samantha knows perfectly well after the fact is that there is no such thing as a lucky charm. Indeed, Uncle Arthur gave Darrin the "charm" solely to boost his confidence, which it did. But Samantha realizes that that confidence may also lead to Darrin taking unnecessary chances, some which could prove costly.
No, everything's just fine.
I was just wondering
if you'd heard anything yet.
Honey, I told you I'd call you
as soon as I found out.
Larry's in with McMann right now.
I'll let you know
the second I get the news.
All right, sweetheart.
Now, but remember,
no matter what happens, I love you.
And I love you.
Who is this?
That's Larry. Bye.
Tabatha, eat some of your spinach.
Otherwise, you won't grow up to be
a full partner, like Daddy.
- Partner.
- That's right.
And this very minute,
he's getting the news from Larry.
I... I can't believe it.
Neither did
Omega National Bank and Trust.
"Assets over $100."
I don't understand.
How could seven zeros disappear?
You tell me.
Wait a minute. Are you suggesting
I'm responsible for this goof?
It's your letter, your project.
You were following through.
Who am I supposed to blame,
the janitor?
But, Larry, I did follow through.
I checked the copy
and I double-checked it.
I proofed it with my secretary.
What more could I do?
This is just a typo.
If this is a typo, Mount Vesuvius
is a cigarette lighter.
Darrin, you pulled
the greatest boo-boo of all time.
Well, are you just gonna stand there?
Haven't you got anything to say?
Does...?
Does this mean
I'm not going to be a partner?
Sweetheart, I know you feel awful,
but it's not the end of the world.
You still have your job.
You don't?
Larry suggested it would be best
if I took sick leave for the time being.
I said I wasn't sick.
He said I might be.
What does that mean to you?
Now, honey, you know Larry.
He always gets over those things.
Sam, this wasn't one of those things.
It was a disastrous error.
And I still can't figure out
how it happened.
There's no human way that goof
could've slipped by me.
I checked, I double-checked.
Wait a minute.
Let me say that again.
There was no human way that...
Of course!
Your mother.
She couldn't bear the idea
that I was gonna make it.
She's the one that blew
those seven extra zeros.
Now, Darrin.
There's no other explanation.
Well, you're being ridiculous.
Why would she do a thing like that?
Mother isn't...
Sam...
I have an announcement to make.
I give up.
I am tired of bucking
all this witchcraft.
No matter how I try, someone
in your family fouls things up.
So from now on, anything goes.
You and yours can practice
all the witchcraft you want to.
- Oh, now, Darrin, don't say that.
- Prohibition has been repealed.
Darrin, I am not going to allow you
to blame a human error on witchcraft.
What's so terrible
about making a mistake?
It can happen to anybody.
Even a bank.
I'm going up and get into bed.
Darrin, you haven't even
had your supper.
And I made your favourite dish.
Beef stew. Look.
Uncle Arthur,
what are you doing in there?
What do you think?
I'm a stewaway.
Oh, brother, just what I need.
Uncle Arthur, will you please
get out of there?
That stew could use
a pinch of time.
No danger of it boiling now.
It's a watched pot.
Oh, I'm too much.
I ran into Madam Medusa,
otherwise known as your mother...
and she told me the good news
about Darrin.
Congratulations, my boy.
Good night.
Sweetheart, what are you doing
in bed? You'll be late.
- For what?
- For work.
I'm not going to work.
What?
Darrin, this is ridiculous.
You've got to get up and go to work.
Why?
What's the use of trying to fight
a one-sided battle against witchcraft?
It's like trying to put out
the Chicago Fire with a bottle of pop.
Well, I can't believe my ears.
Now, Darrin, you get dressed
and come down to breakfast.
No.
I'll fix you some waffles.
Okay.
Where are you going?
The last time I saw my waffle iron,
it was in the kitchen.
But didn't you hear me?
The ban is lifted.
Why waffle when you can twitch?
Darrin, you may have given up,
but I haven't.
I think that cooking on a stove
is more fun than using witchcraft.
And I also enjoy taking care
of my husband and my child...
in the everyday mortal way.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.
Now, for the last time,
will you please get up.
Okay.
When you are ready to eat your words,
your breakfast will be ready to eat.
Uncle Arthur,
what are you doing here?
And what's this?
- What's it look like?
- A cow.
Very good, Sammy.
Uncle Arthur.
I'm just complying
with the child's request.
She wanted more milk.
What's wrong with getting it
from the refrigerator?
I never milked a refrigerator.
Really, Uncle Arthur.
The little darling's getting
a big kick out of the cow.
When was the last time
she laughed at a bottle of milk?
Anyway, I only came back
to find out how Darrin's doing.
Terrible.
He thinks witchcraft is at the bottom
of all his troubles...
and he won't even get up.
I don't know what to do.
- How about a hotbed?
- Hotbed?
Same as a hotfoot,
only we do it to the whole bed.
Uncle Arthur, this is serious.
He's never been like this before.
That bad, huh?
Why don't I go up
and cheer him up.
Please, he feels bad enough.
I resent that.
I'll have you know
that beneath this clown's mask...
lies another clown's mask.
Don't worry, Sammy.
I'll have a little man-to-man
talk with him...
and see if I can't get
his confidence back.
Well, okay.
But remember, no you-know-what.
I will rely on nothing
but my intellectual powers, okay?
Fine, but try and use your head too.
You see?
A poor joke is better than none.
- Knock, knock.
- Who's there?
- Chester.
- Chester who?
Chester gigolo Everywhere I go
Just what I need.
My boy, you may not
believe this...
but I am here to help you.
- Do you really wanna help me?
- I do.
Go away.
I'm not gonna exchange
insults with you...
because I don't want you
to lose your amateur standing.
You have been
unmercifully persecuted...
by that Madame Lafarge
of the broomstick set.
Otherwise know as
your mother-in-law.
And you have every right to cry foul.
Well, I am glad to hear
someone agrees with me.
I not only agree with you,
I am going to do something about it.
Here. Take this and keep it.
- What is it?
- A lucky charm.
As long as you have it,
no harm can befall you...
and that includes
any kind of witchcraft.
What does it do, explode?
Okay, I deserve that.
But tell the truth...
wouldn't a charm like this
come in handy around here?
It sure would, if I can believe you.
I'll prove it to you. Get up.
All right.
Hold this and stand there.
- What...? What's that for?
- You'll see.
I don't want to alarm anyone.
That's the oldest trick in the bag.
You've got blanks in that gun.
Oh, really?
Well?
- Look, I appreciate your interest...
- Need more convincing, huh?
Okay.
Climb up.
This is ridiculous.
Don't fight me, boy.
I'm trying to save you.
Now get up there.
- Now jump.
- What?
You can't get hurt as long
as you have that charm. Jump.
- It really works, doesn't it?
- Of course.
Do you know what this means?
For the first time since my marriage,
I'm immune.
They can't touch me.
I can't be hexed,
zapped or twitched.
From now on, I'm on an even footing
with every other human being.
I'm going back to the office and...
If you wanna stay
on that even footing...
you better hang on to this fella.
We don't have to mention this
to Samantha, do we?
Of course not.
It'll be just our little secret.
- He's really getting dressed?
- He'll be coming down any second.
That's wonderful.
Sweetheart, isn't that marvellous?
Daddy's coming down
to have breakfast with you.
- Syrup?
- Gobs of it.
Sam, I'm leaving.
Sweetheart, what about breakfast?
No time for that. I wanna get down
to the office as soon as possible.
I'm gonna sit Larry Tate down
and convince him...
I can save the Omega account.
Well, I'm glad to see
you're back to normal...
but how did Uncle Arthur do it?
Oh, he gave me a new point of view.
Thanks, unc.
How'd you do it?
You heard him.
I gave him a new point of view.
How?
Sam, certain people have
unique powers of persuasion.
And other people cannot seem
to tell the truth.
Did you use witchcraft on Darrin?
Quite the reverse.
I just used psychology.
Psychology?
I gave him a lucky charm...
that protects him from witchcraft
and all other harm.
What are you talking about?
There's no such thing.
Sure, but he doesn't know it.
And it got him out of bed, didn't it?
Gave him a new point of view.
And when I tell him he's been
carrying around the top of this lamp...
he'll realize he got through the day
on his own.
- Psychology.
- That's awful.
Why?
Well, for one thing, it's deceitful.
And he could get
into terrible trouble.
You see the problem, Uncle Arthur.
He might not get through
the day alive.
That is a problem.
Black isn't one of your best colours.
Maybe I'd better tell him the truth
about the charm.
- No.
- No?
No. It would just prove his point...
that witchcraft is responsible
for his troubles.
Then, what do you suggest?
First, I don't think you should be here
when he gets home.
That's a good suggestion.
Second, I am not gonna let him
out of my sight all day.
Now, you stay here
and mind Tabatha till I get back.
Goodbye, Uncle Arthur.
Thanks for your help.
She really knows
how to hurt an uncle.
I'll level with you, Darrin.
I didn't expect to see you today.
Or tomorrow, or the next day.
Come on, Larry.
You know you weren't serious
about my taking sick leave.
I wasn't?
Larry...
I've got a brilliant idea for getting
Omega National back into the fold.
I thought you looked a little feverish.
Joke all you want, but you're gonna
hear me out if I have to tie you down.
Uncle Arthur, you're supposed to be
watching Tabatha.
Don't worry, I got Hagatha
to take over.
- How's he doing?
- Well, he's a regular fireball.
Naturally. Because he thinks
he can't lose...
which only proves that my idea
was genuinely...
foolish.
Larry, what I wanna do is go down
to Omega's home office...
and convince old man Markham...
that the mistake we made
was a lucky fluke.
That would be
the trick of the year. How?
Larry, what is the biggest complaint
people have against banks?
Too impersonal, no heart, right?
But here is a bank
that makes an historic goof...
and is willing to laugh at it.
They weren't laughing
when I talked to them.
They will when I tell them about
the free publicity we'll get...
by spreading the story.
And I mean
put it on the newswires...
do a feature story about it,
get it into the columns.
Spread the word
all over the country...
that Omega National Bank
has a sense of humour.
Darrin, you may have
come up with...
one of the greatest
space-grabbers of all time.
Do you really think so, Lar?
No. But what have we got to lose?
The account's gone anyway.
And as for you,
we'll just extend your sick leave.
That's the kind of fella that throws
a drowning man both ends of the rope.
It's just Larry's way.
The hardest thing
for him to give is in.
Good luck, boy.
I'm sorry, but Mr. Markham doesn't
see anybody without an appointment.
He'll see me. Just tell him it's
Darrin Stephens of McMann & Tate.
All right, but...
Mr. Markham, a Mr. Darrin Stephens
of McMann & Tate to see you.
He says as far as he's concerned,
none of you exist.
- What a sorehead. Excuse me.
- Now, just a minute...
Mr. Markham, I don't blame you
one bit for being resentful.
But if you don't see me,
you'll pass up the chance...
to make Omega National
a household word.
Isn't he magnificent?
Just brimming over with enthusiasm.
Well, let's hope the other fella
doesn't pull the stopper.
Thank you very much, sir.
And thank you very much, miss.
No, it looks like he's gonna get in.
- Hadn't we better follow?
- What for? He's perfectly safe in there.
While we're waiting, what do you say
we go over to one of the tellers.
I've got a great routine where I deposit
a paper bag with 5000 pennies in it.
I don't think that's funny.
Well, of course not.
Not till the bag breaks.
That's ridiculous.
No. No, it's just using
common cents.
And if you go along with my plan...
I guarantee Omega National
will be on everyone's lips.
It'll be known as
"the bank with a heart."
Well, what do you think?
Get out.
Maybe we ought to go in there.
He sounds like he could use
some help.
Mr. Markham, I appeal to you.
Please don't let your anger stand
in the way of a creative judgment.
Think about it.
No, we're not here to give him
that kind of help.
Got papers here
for Mr. Markham's signature.
Well, I'll take them.
I'm supposed
to hand them to him personally.
Just a minute.
If I had any doubt about
severing relations with your outfit...
you've convinced me.
And as for your idea...
- Yes?
- I have a bank messenger here...
- with some official papers.
- All right, send him in.
As for your idea, the stupidity of it
is exceeded only by your colossal gall.
What are you waiting for?
I'm not going to leave
till I get a definite answer.
"Tell cashier to bring 10,000
in small bills or you're dead."
- Just what is the meaning of this?
- This is the meaning.
Do like it says or I'll blast you.
And don't touch that floor alarm.
If you're smart, you won't budge.
Call the cashier and remember,
small bills.
Mr. Markham, don't.
Are you bucking to be a dead hero?
No, I'm just trying to
make you realize...
that right now,
you are on television.
- Right?
- Oh, right.
Do you think I'm a jerk?
I cased this place for months.
All the TV cameras are out there.
That's very clever of you.
- Make that call!
- No.
Boy, you're really asking for it.
Now...
I'm giving you fair warning, buster.
Stay where you are!
Well, he's still in there.
He must be making progress.
I tell you, thanks to me,
that boy's hot as a pistol.
Now, why don't you give me that gun
before it gets you into trouble?
You better not come any closer.
You'll never get away with it,
you know.
If you don't stop,
you won't live to find out.
They'll catch up with you
sooner or later. They always do.
Stephens, for heaven's sake,
he'll kill you.
Don't worry. He can't.
- You'll thank me for this someday.
- Thanks.
Stephens, I don't know what to say.
What a magnificent display
of courage.
I'm deeply grateful.
Does that mean you'll reconsider...
the matter of the contract
with McMann & Tate?
Well, I... Yes, certainly.
I'll consider reconsidering it.
Well, thank you very much, sir.
What about my idea
to exploit that mistake?
I don't think
that's worth reconsidering.
"'One of the most remarkable displays
of courage I have ever witnessed'...
said R.H. Markham,
president of Omega National.
The would-be robber was taken
to the county-prison hospital...
suffering from
nervous prostration."
Sweetheart, I'm
awfully proud of you.
But you took a terrible risk.
Well, actually,
I don't deserve much credit.
What do you mean?
Well, Sam, you...
Well, that bank robber just didn't have
much confidence.
By the way, the print shop
finally admitted...
they were the ones
who dropped all those zeros.
Larry was so tickled
about getting the account back...
he decided not to fire them.
Well, lucky for the printer.
It's even luckier that the printer
is married to Larry's sister.
What about the promotion?
Larry suggested we cool that
for a time.
You know, until everyone forgets
that mistake about Omega's assets.
That could be forever.
That's the period of time
Larry suggested.
- Honey.
- Sweetheart.
- What?
- Yes?
Darrin...
there's something
that Uncle Arthur told me...
Honey, I was just about
to mention that.
He told you about this, didn't he?
Yes.
So I'm not really a hero because that
bank robber couldn't have hurt me.
Is that what he told you?
Well, there's a little bit more to it
than that.
Why didn't he tell me himself?
Well, you see, he thought
it would be easier...
Better, if I did it.
What is it?
I don't get it.
Well, Uncle Arthur was just trying
to build your confidence.
- That isn't a lucky charm?
- Hardly.
And that bank robber
was holding a gun on me and I...
And I...
- Well, I called it, didn't I?
- You did.
I'll get the smelling salts.
I was just wondering
if you'd heard anything yet.
Honey, I told you I'd call you
as soon as I found out.
Larry's in with McMann right now.
I'll let you know
the second I get the news.
All right, sweetheart.
Now, but remember,
no matter what happens, I love you.
And I love you.
Who is this?
That's Larry. Bye.
Tabatha, eat some of your spinach.
Otherwise, you won't grow up to be
a full partner, like Daddy.
- Partner.
- That's right.
And this very minute,
he's getting the news from Larry.
I... I can't believe it.
Neither did
Omega National Bank and Trust.
"Assets over $100."
I don't understand.
How could seven zeros disappear?
You tell me.
Wait a minute. Are you suggesting
I'm responsible for this goof?
It's your letter, your project.
You were following through.
Who am I supposed to blame,
the janitor?
But, Larry, I did follow through.
I checked the copy
and I double-checked it.
I proofed it with my secretary.
What more could I do?
This is just a typo.
If this is a typo, Mount Vesuvius
is a cigarette lighter.
Darrin, you pulled
the greatest boo-boo of all time.
Well, are you just gonna stand there?
Haven't you got anything to say?
Does...?
Does this mean
I'm not going to be a partner?
Sweetheart, I know you feel awful,
but it's not the end of the world.
You still have your job.
You don't?
Larry suggested it would be best
if I took sick leave for the time being.
I said I wasn't sick.
He said I might be.
What does that mean to you?
Now, honey, you know Larry.
He always gets over those things.
Sam, this wasn't one of those things.
It was a disastrous error.
And I still can't figure out
how it happened.
There's no human way that goof
could've slipped by me.
I checked, I double-checked.
Wait a minute.
Let me say that again.
There was no human way that...
Of course!
Your mother.
She couldn't bear the idea
that I was gonna make it.
She's the one that blew
those seven extra zeros.
Now, Darrin.
There's no other explanation.
Well, you're being ridiculous.
Why would she do a thing like that?
Mother isn't...
Sam...
I have an announcement to make.
I give up.
I am tired of bucking
all this witchcraft.
No matter how I try, someone
in your family fouls things up.
So from now on, anything goes.
You and yours can practice
all the witchcraft you want to.
- Oh, now, Darrin, don't say that.
- Prohibition has been repealed.
Darrin, I am not going to allow you
to blame a human error on witchcraft.
What's so terrible
about making a mistake?
It can happen to anybody.
Even a bank.
I'm going up and get into bed.
Darrin, you haven't even
had your supper.
And I made your favourite dish.
Beef stew. Look.
Uncle Arthur,
what are you doing in there?
What do you think?
I'm a stewaway.
Oh, brother, just what I need.
Uncle Arthur, will you please
get out of there?
That stew could use
a pinch of time.
No danger of it boiling now.
It's a watched pot.
Oh, I'm too much.
I ran into Madam Medusa,
otherwise known as your mother...
and she told me the good news
about Darrin.
Congratulations, my boy.
Good night.
Sweetheart, what are you doing
in bed? You'll be late.
- For what?
- For work.
I'm not going to work.
What?
Darrin, this is ridiculous.
You've got to get up and go to work.
Why?
What's the use of trying to fight
a one-sided battle against witchcraft?
It's like trying to put out
the Chicago Fire with a bottle of pop.
Well, I can't believe my ears.
Now, Darrin, you get dressed
and come down to breakfast.
No.
I'll fix you some waffles.
Okay.
Where are you going?
The last time I saw my waffle iron,
it was in the kitchen.
But didn't you hear me?
The ban is lifted.
Why waffle when you can twitch?
Darrin, you may have given up,
but I haven't.
I think that cooking on a stove
is more fun than using witchcraft.
And I also enjoy taking care
of my husband and my child...
in the everyday mortal way.
If I didn't, I wouldn't be here.
Now, for the last time,
will you please get up.
Okay.
When you are ready to eat your words,
your breakfast will be ready to eat.
Uncle Arthur,
what are you doing here?
And what's this?
- What's it look like?
- A cow.
Very good, Sammy.
Uncle Arthur.
I'm just complying
with the child's request.
She wanted more milk.
What's wrong with getting it
from the refrigerator?
I never milked a refrigerator.
Really, Uncle Arthur.
The little darling's getting
a big kick out of the cow.
When was the last time
she laughed at a bottle of milk?
Anyway, I only came back
to find out how Darrin's doing.
Terrible.
He thinks witchcraft is at the bottom
of all his troubles...
and he won't even get up.
I don't know what to do.
- How about a hotbed?
- Hotbed?
Same as a hotfoot,
only we do it to the whole bed.
Uncle Arthur, this is serious.
He's never been like this before.
That bad, huh?
Why don't I go up
and cheer him up.
Please, he feels bad enough.
I resent that.
I'll have you know
that beneath this clown's mask...
lies another clown's mask.
Don't worry, Sammy.
I'll have a little man-to-man
talk with him...
and see if I can't get
his confidence back.
Well, okay.
But remember, no you-know-what.
I will rely on nothing
but my intellectual powers, okay?
Fine, but try and use your head too.
You see?
A poor joke is better than none.
- Knock, knock.
- Who's there?
- Chester.
- Chester who?
Chester gigolo Everywhere I go
Just what I need.
My boy, you may not
believe this...
but I am here to help you.
- Do you really wanna help me?
- I do.
Go away.
I'm not gonna exchange
insults with you...
because I don't want you
to lose your amateur standing.
You have been
unmercifully persecuted...
by that Madame Lafarge
of the broomstick set.
Otherwise know as
your mother-in-law.
And you have every right to cry foul.
Well, I am glad to hear
someone agrees with me.
I not only agree with you,
I am going to do something about it.
Here. Take this and keep it.
- What is it?
- A lucky charm.
As long as you have it,
no harm can befall you...
and that includes
any kind of witchcraft.
What does it do, explode?
Okay, I deserve that.
But tell the truth...
wouldn't a charm like this
come in handy around here?
It sure would, if I can believe you.
I'll prove it to you. Get up.
All right.
Hold this and stand there.
- What...? What's that for?
- You'll see.
I don't want to alarm anyone.
That's the oldest trick in the bag.
You've got blanks in that gun.
Oh, really?
Well?
- Look, I appreciate your interest...
- Need more convincing, huh?
Okay.
Climb up.
This is ridiculous.
Don't fight me, boy.
I'm trying to save you.
Now get up there.
- Now jump.
- What?
You can't get hurt as long
as you have that charm. Jump.
- It really works, doesn't it?
- Of course.
Do you know what this means?
For the first time since my marriage,
I'm immune.
They can't touch me.
I can't be hexed,
zapped or twitched.
From now on, I'm on an even footing
with every other human being.
I'm going back to the office and...
If you wanna stay
on that even footing...
you better hang on to this fella.
We don't have to mention this
to Samantha, do we?
Of course not.
It'll be just our little secret.
- He's really getting dressed?
- He'll be coming down any second.
That's wonderful.
Sweetheart, isn't that marvellous?
Daddy's coming down
to have breakfast with you.
- Syrup?
- Gobs of it.
Sam, I'm leaving.
Sweetheart, what about breakfast?
No time for that. I wanna get down
to the office as soon as possible.
I'm gonna sit Larry Tate down
and convince him...
I can save the Omega account.
Well, I'm glad to see
you're back to normal...
but how did Uncle Arthur do it?
Oh, he gave me a new point of view.
Thanks, unc.
How'd you do it?
You heard him.
I gave him a new point of view.
How?
Sam, certain people have
unique powers of persuasion.
And other people cannot seem
to tell the truth.
Did you use witchcraft on Darrin?
Quite the reverse.
I just used psychology.
Psychology?
I gave him a lucky charm...
that protects him from witchcraft
and all other harm.
What are you talking about?
There's no such thing.
Sure, but he doesn't know it.
And it got him out of bed, didn't it?
Gave him a new point of view.
And when I tell him he's been
carrying around the top of this lamp...
he'll realize he got through the day
on his own.
- Psychology.
- That's awful.
Why?
Well, for one thing, it's deceitful.
And he could get
into terrible trouble.
You see the problem, Uncle Arthur.
He might not get through
the day alive.
That is a problem.
Black isn't one of your best colours.
Maybe I'd better tell him the truth
about the charm.
- No.
- No?
No. It would just prove his point...
that witchcraft is responsible
for his troubles.
Then, what do you suggest?
First, I don't think you should be here
when he gets home.
That's a good suggestion.
Second, I am not gonna let him
out of my sight all day.
Now, you stay here
and mind Tabatha till I get back.
Goodbye, Uncle Arthur.
Thanks for your help.
She really knows
how to hurt an uncle.
I'll level with you, Darrin.
I didn't expect to see you today.
Or tomorrow, or the next day.
Come on, Larry.
You know you weren't serious
about my taking sick leave.
I wasn't?
Larry...
I've got a brilliant idea for getting
Omega National back into the fold.
I thought you looked a little feverish.
Joke all you want, but you're gonna
hear me out if I have to tie you down.
Uncle Arthur, you're supposed to be
watching Tabatha.
Don't worry, I got Hagatha
to take over.
- How's he doing?
- Well, he's a regular fireball.
Naturally. Because he thinks
he can't lose...
which only proves that my idea
was genuinely...
foolish.
Larry, what I wanna do is go down
to Omega's home office...
and convince old man Markham...
that the mistake we made
was a lucky fluke.
That would be
the trick of the year. How?
Larry, what is the biggest complaint
people have against banks?
Too impersonal, no heart, right?
But here is a bank
that makes an historic goof...
and is willing to laugh at it.
They weren't laughing
when I talked to them.
They will when I tell them about
the free publicity we'll get...
by spreading the story.
And I mean
put it on the newswires...
do a feature story about it,
get it into the columns.
Spread the word
all over the country...
that Omega National Bank
has a sense of humour.
Darrin, you may have
come up with...
one of the greatest
space-grabbers of all time.
Do you really think so, Lar?
No. But what have we got to lose?
The account's gone anyway.
And as for you,
we'll just extend your sick leave.
That's the kind of fella that throws
a drowning man both ends of the rope.
It's just Larry's way.
The hardest thing
for him to give is in.
Good luck, boy.
I'm sorry, but Mr. Markham doesn't
see anybody without an appointment.
He'll see me. Just tell him it's
Darrin Stephens of McMann & Tate.
All right, but...
Mr. Markham, a Mr. Darrin Stephens
of McMann & Tate to see you.
He says as far as he's concerned,
none of you exist.
- What a sorehead. Excuse me.
- Now, just a minute...
Mr. Markham, I don't blame you
one bit for being resentful.
But if you don't see me,
you'll pass up the chance...
to make Omega National
a household word.
Isn't he magnificent?
Just brimming over with enthusiasm.
Well, let's hope the other fella
doesn't pull the stopper.
Thank you very much, sir.
And thank you very much, miss.
No, it looks like he's gonna get in.
- Hadn't we better follow?
- What for? He's perfectly safe in there.
While we're waiting, what do you say
we go over to one of the tellers.
I've got a great routine where I deposit
a paper bag with 5000 pennies in it.
I don't think that's funny.
Well, of course not.
Not till the bag breaks.
That's ridiculous.
No. No, it's just using
common cents.
And if you go along with my plan...
I guarantee Omega National
will be on everyone's lips.
It'll be known as
"the bank with a heart."
Well, what do you think?
Get out.
Maybe we ought to go in there.
He sounds like he could use
some help.
Mr. Markham, I appeal to you.
Please don't let your anger stand
in the way of a creative judgment.
Think about it.
No, we're not here to give him
that kind of help.
Got papers here
for Mr. Markham's signature.
Well, I'll take them.
I'm supposed
to hand them to him personally.
Just a minute.
If I had any doubt about
severing relations with your outfit...
you've convinced me.
And as for your idea...
- Yes?
- I have a bank messenger here...
- with some official papers.
- All right, send him in.
As for your idea, the stupidity of it
is exceeded only by your colossal gall.
What are you waiting for?
I'm not going to leave
till I get a definite answer.
"Tell cashier to bring 10,000
in small bills or you're dead."
- Just what is the meaning of this?
- This is the meaning.
Do like it says or I'll blast you.
And don't touch that floor alarm.
If you're smart, you won't budge.
Call the cashier and remember,
small bills.
Mr. Markham, don't.
Are you bucking to be a dead hero?
No, I'm just trying to
make you realize...
that right now,
you are on television.
- Right?
- Oh, right.
Do you think I'm a jerk?
I cased this place for months.
All the TV cameras are out there.
That's very clever of you.
- Make that call!
- No.
Boy, you're really asking for it.
Now...
I'm giving you fair warning, buster.
Stay where you are!
Well, he's still in there.
He must be making progress.
I tell you, thanks to me,
that boy's hot as a pistol.
Now, why don't you give me that gun
before it gets you into trouble?
You better not come any closer.
You'll never get away with it,
you know.
If you don't stop,
you won't live to find out.
They'll catch up with you
sooner or later. They always do.
Stephens, for heaven's sake,
he'll kill you.
Don't worry. He can't.
- You'll thank me for this someday.
- Thanks.
Stephens, I don't know what to say.
What a magnificent display
of courage.
I'm deeply grateful.
Does that mean you'll reconsider...
the matter of the contract
with McMann & Tate?
Well, I... Yes, certainly.
I'll consider reconsidering it.
Well, thank you very much, sir.
What about my idea
to exploit that mistake?
I don't think
that's worth reconsidering.
"'One of the most remarkable displays
of courage I have ever witnessed'...
said R.H. Markham,
president of Omega National.
The would-be robber was taken
to the county-prison hospital...
suffering from
nervous prostration."
Sweetheart, I'm
awfully proud of you.
But you took a terrible risk.
Well, actually,
I don't deserve much credit.
What do you mean?
Well, Sam, you...
Well, that bank robber just didn't have
much confidence.
By the way, the print shop
finally admitted...
they were the ones
who dropped all those zeros.
Larry was so tickled
about getting the account back...
he decided not to fire them.
Well, lucky for the printer.
It's even luckier that the printer
is married to Larry's sister.
What about the promotion?
Larry suggested we cool that
for a time.
You know, until everyone forgets
that mistake about Omega's assets.
That could be forever.
That's the period of time
Larry suggested.
- Honey.
- Sweetheart.
- What?
- Yes?
Darrin...
there's something
that Uncle Arthur told me...
Honey, I was just about
to mention that.
He told you about this, didn't he?
Yes.
So I'm not really a hero because that
bank robber couldn't have hurt me.
Is that what he told you?
Well, there's a little bit more to it
than that.
Why didn't he tell me himself?
Well, you see, he thought
it would be easier...
Better, if I did it.
What is it?
I don't get it.
Well, Uncle Arthur was just trying
to build your confidence.
- That isn't a lucky charm?
- Hardly.
And that bank robber
was holding a gun on me and I...
And I...
- Well, I called it, didn't I?
- You did.
I'll get the smelling salts.