Bewitched (1964–1972): Season 5, Episode 9 - Samantha Fights City Hall - full transcript
Sam fights city hall to save a park that is also owned by one of Darrin's clients.
All right. Come on.
Sweetheart, you run off...
- and have a good time, okay?
- Okay.
- Honey, remember. No funny business.
- Okay, Mommy.
- Promise?
- Yes.
All right. Go on.
Morning, Mrs. Gurney. Ladies.
- Beautiful day, isn't it?
- Lovely.
I was just telling the girls...
I can't believe what's happening
to the price of bacon.
And red onions,
don't forget the red onions.
I just don't even buy them anymore.
So my salads don't look so pretty.
- I bet you can't.
- I can too.
- You can't.
- I can.
- I dare you.
- I won't.
- I double dare you.
- No.
That proves you can't do it.
Tabitha, you promised.
No fooling around.
He dared me.
I don't care if you get a zillion dares.
You slide down a slide.
You don't slide up a slide.
- But he dared me.
- No buts.
- Now, promise. No more.
- I promise.
All right. Come on.
That's better.
Okay, Charlie,
let's start behind the fountain.
Okay, girls. I guess you're gonna
have to clear out of here for a while.
Why? What's going on?
Little bit to the left, Charlie.
Would... Would you mind telling us
what's happening?
As of tomorrow
this park is officially closed.
- Closed?
- Okay, raise it a little.
- But why?
- Lady, I don't know why.
Maybe so your kids
won't get in the way of the bulldozers...
when they start levelling off
this place for the shopping centre.
What shopping centre?
But this is a public park.
It says so right on that plaque.
"Dedicated to the city
by Colonel Nathan R. Mossler."
All I know is what
I read in the papers.
Seems like they had
a little dipsy down at city hall.
This ground was leased to the city
for $1 a year...
and the city goofed.
They forgot to send in the dollar.
- That's terrible.
- That's life.
Young Mossler decided to take
back his grandfather's park...
and turn it into a shopping centre.
But...
Charlie, let's move
to the second position.
Well, the park gone, just like that.
- It's outrageous.
- They call it progress.
Well, it's wrong.
The kids need this park.
It's the only one
in the neighbourhood.
There's no use getting excited.
Like they say,
you can't fight city hall.
Well, I don't care what they say.
I'm going to fight,
just as soon as I find out one thing.
- What's that?
- How do you fight city hall?
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, darling.
Can I fix you a drink?
No, no, I can fix it myself.
No, sweetheart, I'll do it. I'll do it.
I want you in a nice,
relaxed mood when...
Oh-oh, what?
Oh-oh, the last time you
wanted me relaxed...
was just before you told me that your
mother had brought Tabitha a unicorn.
- Darrin, I resent that.
- So did I.
Sweetheart, what I'm trying to tell you
about is very, very mortal.
It's so mortal, in fact,
that I don't understand it.
Okay, what is it?
Well, Tabitha and I went
to the park today...
and I found out
that starting tomorrow...
the park is going to be replaced
with a shopping centre.
Well, that's progress, I guess.
That's what Mrs. Bentley said.
I think it's disgraceful,
and I'm gonna do something.
- Honey, relax.
- Yeah, okay.
Now, listen to this.
The city leased that property
for $1 a year...
and forgot to send the dollar.
Now doesn't that sound
peculiar to you?
Not really.
Civic affairs are sometimes made up
of very mysterious arrangements.
Well, they are not
going to make this arrangement.
Don't you want Tabitha and
the other children to have that park?
Yes.
Then you admit it's wrong
to close the park.
- Well, yeah.
- Then you'll help?
- I didn't say that.
- But you will?
- Okay. Okay.
- Good.
Now, what's the first step?
The first step?
Well, I guess the first step
would be...
to make an appointment
with your councilman.
- That's what Mrs. Gurney said.
- And?
- We have an appointment.
- Good.
On Tuesday, April 15, 1997.
- What?
- At 2:30.
Come on, Sam.
Well, honey, it might as well be.
His calendar's booked
up to six weeks in advance.
So how about step two?
Well, if you can't see
your councilman...
I guess the next step is
to take your case to the people.
- The people?
- You know, organize.
You... You mean organize
a protest march or something?
You have to be careful
how you go about...
- With picket signs and all that stuff?
- Just a minute.
You're right. I'm going to do it.
Why, there must be
a hundred mothers...
who feel just as angry as I do
about losing that park.
They just need a leader.
Someone who'll fight
to the last blade of grass...
to the last grain of sand
in the sandbox.
It's just Willow Street Park,
not Dunkirk.
I know.
I know, but that's just the way I feel.
It's a matter of principle,
a question of integrity.
You know, I'm very proud of you.
Most people accept things
just the way they are.
They hope somebody else
does something about it.
You know something?
You're a witch in a million.
Well, thank you.
You're welcome.
I'm sorry, but we are not moving,
not one inch, are we, ladies?
We want our park,
so you get out of here now.
Ladies, please,
for the last time, okay?
Please move out of the way.
You're trespassing on private property.
All right, ladies, close ranks.
Mrs. Stephens, look this way.
That's it. Look mad. Good.
Ladies, please. What do you
want me to do, lose my job?
You want me to lose my job.
Okay. You've had it.
You've had it.
That's it. That's it. We're through.
Ready or not, I'm going through.
That's it.
You wouldn't dare.
Oh, yeah?
Just watch my dust, all right?
Okay, Jeff, follow me, nice and slow.
What the...?
Looks like somebody somewhere
is on our side.
You want me to call the cops?
No, you better call the boss.
Let him sweat it out. I've had it.
I've made enough
enemies down here...
let alone up there.
Here comes Mossler.
This will be good.
Well, well, what's going on here?
Got a little problem, have we?
Yes, I'll say we have.
- Those mothers won't budge.
- Say we have no right to close the park.
Oh, well, they just don't know
all the facts. Who's the leader?
The blond one in the middle.
- Let me show you how to handle this.
- Good.
Hi, there. My name's Harlan Mossler.
I'm the owner of this property.
There seems to be
a little misunderstanding.
It could get bigger.
Now wait a minute.
I'm a family man myself. I love kids.
Well, then, kindly ask these gentlemen
to vacate the premises...
- and we'll all be happy.
- Yeah.
- Give it to him, Samantha.
- Hit him where it hurts.
Okay, boys. Let's call it a day.
You're giving up?
You're gonna let us have the park?
No, no, on the contrary.
I need time to get
a court injunction...
which means if you persist
in obstructing these men...
I'm gonna have each of you
thrown in jail.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I must be
rushing on. Nice chatting with you.
What are we gonna do now?
We're gonna keep right on picketing.
Didn't you hear? He said
he's gonna have us thrown in jail.
Yes, I know. I know, but don't worry.
- There's always step three.
- What's that?
I don't know.
But I'll think of something.
Darrin, you old son of gun,
we've done it again.
This Easy Way Rent-A-Car
presentation is a masterpiece.
Just don't hog all the credit this time,
huh, Lar?
- Let's make it 50-50 right down the line.
- Done.
I'll even go you one better, Darrin.
If H.B. Doesn't like it, it's all yours.
I wonder where he is?
It isn't like him to be late.
Must be him now.
Yes? Good. Send him on in.
Now remember, all smiles.
That's how happy we are
about our presentation.
- Thank you.
- Come in. Come in, H.B.
- You know Darrin Stephens.
- Yes, Stephens.
I'm sorry to be late. I had some
business to attend to.
Everything all right I hope?
Yes. I saw to that. Can you imagine?
Women were picketing the site
of my new shopping centre.
We never should have
given them the vote.
Troublemakers, that's what they are.
Like I always say, give the housewives
all those modern appliances...
and they have more time on their
hands than they know what to do with.
Right, Darrin?
Yes. Yes, indeedy.
Sam.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, darling.
How goes the battle?
You're not gonna believe
what happened today.
I think I will.
It's not all good.
I'll believe that too.
Well, what happened was
we won today's battle...
but tomorrow the war
may get a little sticky.
The owner of the property
said he's gonna get an injunction.
And if we show up tomorrow,
he's gonna have us all thrown in jail.
- Can he do that?
- I was afraid that might happen.
There's only one thing to do.
- Stay in there and fight, right?
- Wrong.
I suggest an immediate
and strategic retreat.
I refuse to be intimidated.
I'm gonna keep right on going.
You're gonna keep right on going,
all right, to jail.
I don't care. And now that
I have whipped up my courage...
I think I'll finish
whipping up dinner.
I know, honey.
It's an admirable cause, admirable.
But the fact remains...
the city goofed and there's nothing
anyone can do about it.
You women are trespassing
on private property.
Darrin, I told you. I am perfectly willing
to go to jail, if that's what it takes.
Sweetheart, you've got to
look at the whole picture.
Step back
and look at the big canvas.
A lot of people stand to benefit
from a shopping centre.
And let's not forget,
the city has a budget problem.
It needs all the property taxes
it can collect.
Darrin, what's gotten into you?
You're the one that told me I should
stand up for my principles...
- no matter what.
- Yes, of course, and it still goes.
Except that every once in a while...
a bigger principle comes along
that's even more important.
Like what?
Like the principle of providing
food and shelter for one's loved ones.
Darrin, how about telling me
what you're not telling me?
Sam, do you happen to know
who Harlan Mossler is?
Yes. He's a very selfish man.
If he is, it's his hobby.
He makes his living as the owner
of Easy Way Rent-A-Car...
one of McMann & Tate's
biggest clients.
What does that got to do with it?
He's also the owner
of the SavMost Market chain.
Good.
- I'm glad you told me.
- I thought you would be.
Now I can tell my fellow
protesters not to shop there.
- And then there's...
- I thought we dropped it.
- Listen to me.
- It's no use. My mind is made up.
I forbid you to go down
to that park tomorrow!
- Hypocrite.
- Sorehead.
Sam?
Sam, are you in the kitchen?
Look, Sam. Enough...
"Breakfast on table.
Aunt Hagatha babysitting in nursery.
I'm at the park sitting
in front of a bulldozer. Over.
Down with hypocrites."
Good morning, Darrin.
And don't give me that " Larry,
what are you doing here?" routine.
Larry, what are you doing here?
Then you haven't seen
the morning paper?
No, why?
Look for yourself.
I underlined the part that says:
"The leader and organizer
is Mrs. Darrin Stephens."
Well?
Well, I must say
Sam takes an excellent picture.
Is that all you can say? Your wife
is biting the hand that feeds us...
and all you can say is that?
Come on, Larry.
So Sam's all fired-up about...
something that's important
to any mother.
- It'll blow over.
- Sure, it will.
What's Sam trying to do,
put us out of business?
Larry, take it easy.
Even if Mossler sees the paper,
he's not gonna read the fine print.
Maybe that's Sam now.
- Hello?
- Stephens.
This is Harlan Mossler. I've just
been looking at the morning paper.
Hi, there, Mr. Mossler.
- Yes, I know all...
- Let me talk to him.
Hi, H.B. Larry Tate here.
I was just dropping by
to pick Darrin up.
What seems to be the problem?
What's that? No, I had no idea.
Samantha Stephens?
Furthermore,
she's right back at it this morning.
Now, Tate, all I've got to say
is there had better be an explanation.
Don't worry about a thing, H.B.
Stephens is on his way
out the door right now.
Says who?
Now, now, Darrin, no offence.
Look, I'm married to
a real nut myself.
- Larry, let's not get personal...
- Now, now, you know what I mean.
Sam's so upset about
losing a little park...
that she doesn't realize
she's standing in the way of progress.
She should step back,
take a look at the overall picture.
After all, a lot of people stand
to benefit from a shopping centre.
That's just what I told Sam.
There, you see? Then we agree.
- No, no, we don't.
- But you just said that...
When I said that to Sam,
I didn't like the sound of it.
And when I hear it from you,
I like it even less.
If knocking down a park
for a shopping centre is progress...
- I'm a monkey's uncle!
- Watch it, Darrin.
With those long arms,
you're leaving yourself wide open.
I don't care. I'm going down there.
Attaboy. Now, you're talking.
I'll say I am.
I'm gonna give Sam all
the moral support I can, late as it is.
First, I'll get dressed.
Mrs. Stephens?
Your husband will be here
in a few moments.
And if he's not man enough
to handle his wife's behaviour...
then he's not man enough
to handle my advertising account.
- That's blackmail.
- No, that's sound business.
Hi, honey. Mr. Mossler. Ladies.
If you two would like to chat
I'll give you exactly one minute.
- He can do it in 30 seconds.
- It won't take that long.
You don't have to say a word.
I've decided to back down.
No, you're not. You're gonna
stay right here and fight.
Stephens, is this some kind of
monstrous joke? What are you doing?
Like the sign says, happy children
mean a happy tomorrow.
- Stephens, that does it.
- Yes, Stephens.
As of this moment, you are
no longer with McMann & Tate.
Fine. That's just fine with me.
I'm sorry. Nothing personal,
but business is business.
Right, H.B.? Right is right
and wrong is wrong and never the...
Tate, will you stop babbling?
Right. I'm with you, H.B.
We've said enough already.
Mr. Mossler,
before you do anything drastic...
I'd like to ask you one question.
What's that?
Your grandfather there,
the one who said...
happy children mean
a happy tomorrow...
what do you think he'd say if
he knew you were closing this park...
for your own selfish gain?
- Forget it, honey. You can't reach him.
- Now, wait a minute.
I want to hear what
Mr. Mossler has to say.
Really, Mrs. Stephens, whatever
my grandfather may say is irrelevant.
I'm not surprised at you, Harlan.
I guess it's my fault,
because I gave you too much.
Sam, what's the matter with him?
I guess he's thinking it over.
- Did you see that?
- See what? What?
- What's the matter, H.B.?
- Nothing.
The sun must be hotter than I think.
You were a spoiled brat as a child...
and now you're a greedy,
spoiled brat as a man.
- Don't you hear anything?
- No.
Hey, stand up straight
when I'm talking to you.
- Are you all right, H.B.?
- Yes.
I've been thinking about these
fine ladies and their fine children...
and the need for this park that
my grandfather so graciously donated.
- I was thinking about that too.
- Mrs. Stephens, ladies...
I have reconsidered this matter.
And in the tradition of the late
Colonel Nathan "Ramrod" Mossler...
although it costs me
great personal loss...
I hereby rededicate this park
to the children of this community.
Beautiful. Think of the mileage
we can get out of the publicity.
Oh, Tate, will you shut up?
Mr. Mossler,
somehow I always knew...
that deep down you were
a Mossler through and through.
And, Stephens, I hereby award you...
all the advertising accounts
of Mossler Enterprises.
Thank you, sir.
If you'll excuse me, ladies.
I have to run now.
Let's go!
We won. You did it.
Well, welcome back
to McMann & Tate.
I don't know, Larry.
With the entire Mossler account,
I could start my own agency.
I only said that you were no longer
with us in the hope that...
Mossler would realize what
a selfish stand he was taking.
- Larry, would you like to explain that?
- No.
Okay, Larry,
everything's back to normal.
Thanks to you, you son of a gun.
You know, I wonder what came over
him to make him change his mind?
- I wonder.
- Me too.
Honey? Sam, what's the matter?
Nothing. It was just the sun.
Must be hotter than I think.
Sweetheart, you run off...
- and have a good time, okay?
- Okay.
- Honey, remember. No funny business.
- Okay, Mommy.
- Promise?
- Yes.
All right. Go on.
Morning, Mrs. Gurney. Ladies.
- Beautiful day, isn't it?
- Lovely.
I was just telling the girls...
I can't believe what's happening
to the price of bacon.
And red onions,
don't forget the red onions.
I just don't even buy them anymore.
So my salads don't look so pretty.
- I bet you can't.
- I can too.
- You can't.
- I can.
- I dare you.
- I won't.
- I double dare you.
- No.
That proves you can't do it.
Tabitha, you promised.
No fooling around.
He dared me.
I don't care if you get a zillion dares.
You slide down a slide.
You don't slide up a slide.
- But he dared me.
- No buts.
- Now, promise. No more.
- I promise.
All right. Come on.
That's better.
Okay, Charlie,
let's start behind the fountain.
Okay, girls. I guess you're gonna
have to clear out of here for a while.
Why? What's going on?
Little bit to the left, Charlie.
Would... Would you mind telling us
what's happening?
As of tomorrow
this park is officially closed.
- Closed?
- Okay, raise it a little.
- But why?
- Lady, I don't know why.
Maybe so your kids
won't get in the way of the bulldozers...
when they start levelling off
this place for the shopping centre.
What shopping centre?
But this is a public park.
It says so right on that plaque.
"Dedicated to the city
by Colonel Nathan R. Mossler."
All I know is what
I read in the papers.
Seems like they had
a little dipsy down at city hall.
This ground was leased to the city
for $1 a year...
and the city goofed.
They forgot to send in the dollar.
- That's terrible.
- That's life.
Young Mossler decided to take
back his grandfather's park...
and turn it into a shopping centre.
But...
Charlie, let's move
to the second position.
Well, the park gone, just like that.
- It's outrageous.
- They call it progress.
Well, it's wrong.
The kids need this park.
It's the only one
in the neighbourhood.
There's no use getting excited.
Like they say,
you can't fight city hall.
Well, I don't care what they say.
I'm going to fight,
just as soon as I find out one thing.
- What's that?
- How do you fight city hall?
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, darling.
Can I fix you a drink?
No, no, I can fix it myself.
No, sweetheart, I'll do it. I'll do it.
I want you in a nice,
relaxed mood when...
Oh-oh, what?
Oh-oh, the last time you
wanted me relaxed...
was just before you told me that your
mother had brought Tabitha a unicorn.
- Darrin, I resent that.
- So did I.
Sweetheart, what I'm trying to tell you
about is very, very mortal.
It's so mortal, in fact,
that I don't understand it.
Okay, what is it?
Well, Tabitha and I went
to the park today...
and I found out
that starting tomorrow...
the park is going to be replaced
with a shopping centre.
Well, that's progress, I guess.
That's what Mrs. Bentley said.
I think it's disgraceful,
and I'm gonna do something.
- Honey, relax.
- Yeah, okay.
Now, listen to this.
The city leased that property
for $1 a year...
and forgot to send the dollar.
Now doesn't that sound
peculiar to you?
Not really.
Civic affairs are sometimes made up
of very mysterious arrangements.
Well, they are not
going to make this arrangement.
Don't you want Tabitha and
the other children to have that park?
Yes.
Then you admit it's wrong
to close the park.
- Well, yeah.
- Then you'll help?
- I didn't say that.
- But you will?
- Okay. Okay.
- Good.
Now, what's the first step?
The first step?
Well, I guess the first step
would be...
to make an appointment
with your councilman.
- That's what Mrs. Gurney said.
- And?
- We have an appointment.
- Good.
On Tuesday, April 15, 1997.
- What?
- At 2:30.
Come on, Sam.
Well, honey, it might as well be.
His calendar's booked
up to six weeks in advance.
So how about step two?
Well, if you can't see
your councilman...
I guess the next step is
to take your case to the people.
- The people?
- You know, organize.
You... You mean organize
a protest march or something?
You have to be careful
how you go about...
- With picket signs and all that stuff?
- Just a minute.
You're right. I'm going to do it.
Why, there must be
a hundred mothers...
who feel just as angry as I do
about losing that park.
They just need a leader.
Someone who'll fight
to the last blade of grass...
to the last grain of sand
in the sandbox.
It's just Willow Street Park,
not Dunkirk.
I know.
I know, but that's just the way I feel.
It's a matter of principle,
a question of integrity.
You know, I'm very proud of you.
Most people accept things
just the way they are.
They hope somebody else
does something about it.
You know something?
You're a witch in a million.
Well, thank you.
You're welcome.
I'm sorry, but we are not moving,
not one inch, are we, ladies?
We want our park,
so you get out of here now.
Ladies, please,
for the last time, okay?
Please move out of the way.
You're trespassing on private property.
All right, ladies, close ranks.
Mrs. Stephens, look this way.
That's it. Look mad. Good.
Ladies, please. What do you
want me to do, lose my job?
You want me to lose my job.
Okay. You've had it.
You've had it.
That's it. That's it. We're through.
Ready or not, I'm going through.
That's it.
You wouldn't dare.
Oh, yeah?
Just watch my dust, all right?
Okay, Jeff, follow me, nice and slow.
What the...?
Looks like somebody somewhere
is on our side.
You want me to call the cops?
No, you better call the boss.
Let him sweat it out. I've had it.
I've made enough
enemies down here...
let alone up there.
Here comes Mossler.
This will be good.
Well, well, what's going on here?
Got a little problem, have we?
Yes, I'll say we have.
- Those mothers won't budge.
- Say we have no right to close the park.
Oh, well, they just don't know
all the facts. Who's the leader?
The blond one in the middle.
- Let me show you how to handle this.
- Good.
Hi, there. My name's Harlan Mossler.
I'm the owner of this property.
There seems to be
a little misunderstanding.
It could get bigger.
Now wait a minute.
I'm a family man myself. I love kids.
Well, then, kindly ask these gentlemen
to vacate the premises...
- and we'll all be happy.
- Yeah.
- Give it to him, Samantha.
- Hit him where it hurts.
Okay, boys. Let's call it a day.
You're giving up?
You're gonna let us have the park?
No, no, on the contrary.
I need time to get
a court injunction...
which means if you persist
in obstructing these men...
I'm gonna have each of you
thrown in jail.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I must be
rushing on. Nice chatting with you.
What are we gonna do now?
We're gonna keep right on picketing.
Didn't you hear? He said
he's gonna have us thrown in jail.
Yes, I know. I know, but don't worry.
- There's always step three.
- What's that?
I don't know.
But I'll think of something.
Darrin, you old son of gun,
we've done it again.
This Easy Way Rent-A-Car
presentation is a masterpiece.
Just don't hog all the credit this time,
huh, Lar?
- Let's make it 50-50 right down the line.
- Done.
I'll even go you one better, Darrin.
If H.B. Doesn't like it, it's all yours.
I wonder where he is?
It isn't like him to be late.
Must be him now.
Yes? Good. Send him on in.
Now remember, all smiles.
That's how happy we are
about our presentation.
- Thank you.
- Come in. Come in, H.B.
- You know Darrin Stephens.
- Yes, Stephens.
I'm sorry to be late. I had some
business to attend to.
Everything all right I hope?
Yes. I saw to that. Can you imagine?
Women were picketing the site
of my new shopping centre.
We never should have
given them the vote.
Troublemakers, that's what they are.
Like I always say, give the housewives
all those modern appliances...
and they have more time on their
hands than they know what to do with.
Right, Darrin?
Yes. Yes, indeedy.
Sam.
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, darling.
How goes the battle?
You're not gonna believe
what happened today.
I think I will.
It's not all good.
I'll believe that too.
Well, what happened was
we won today's battle...
but tomorrow the war
may get a little sticky.
The owner of the property
said he's gonna get an injunction.
And if we show up tomorrow,
he's gonna have us all thrown in jail.
- Can he do that?
- I was afraid that might happen.
There's only one thing to do.
- Stay in there and fight, right?
- Wrong.
I suggest an immediate
and strategic retreat.
I refuse to be intimidated.
I'm gonna keep right on going.
You're gonna keep right on going,
all right, to jail.
I don't care. And now that
I have whipped up my courage...
I think I'll finish
whipping up dinner.
I know, honey.
It's an admirable cause, admirable.
But the fact remains...
the city goofed and there's nothing
anyone can do about it.
You women are trespassing
on private property.
Darrin, I told you. I am perfectly willing
to go to jail, if that's what it takes.
Sweetheart, you've got to
look at the whole picture.
Step back
and look at the big canvas.
A lot of people stand to benefit
from a shopping centre.
And let's not forget,
the city has a budget problem.
It needs all the property taxes
it can collect.
Darrin, what's gotten into you?
You're the one that told me I should
stand up for my principles...
- no matter what.
- Yes, of course, and it still goes.
Except that every once in a while...
a bigger principle comes along
that's even more important.
Like what?
Like the principle of providing
food and shelter for one's loved ones.
Darrin, how about telling me
what you're not telling me?
Sam, do you happen to know
who Harlan Mossler is?
Yes. He's a very selfish man.
If he is, it's his hobby.
He makes his living as the owner
of Easy Way Rent-A-Car...
one of McMann & Tate's
biggest clients.
What does that got to do with it?
He's also the owner
of the SavMost Market chain.
Good.
- I'm glad you told me.
- I thought you would be.
Now I can tell my fellow
protesters not to shop there.
- And then there's...
- I thought we dropped it.
- Listen to me.
- It's no use. My mind is made up.
I forbid you to go down
to that park tomorrow!
- Hypocrite.
- Sorehead.
Sam?
Sam, are you in the kitchen?
Look, Sam. Enough...
"Breakfast on table.
Aunt Hagatha babysitting in nursery.
I'm at the park sitting
in front of a bulldozer. Over.
Down with hypocrites."
Good morning, Darrin.
And don't give me that " Larry,
what are you doing here?" routine.
Larry, what are you doing here?
Then you haven't seen
the morning paper?
No, why?
Look for yourself.
I underlined the part that says:
"The leader and organizer
is Mrs. Darrin Stephens."
Well?
Well, I must say
Sam takes an excellent picture.
Is that all you can say? Your wife
is biting the hand that feeds us...
and all you can say is that?
Come on, Larry.
So Sam's all fired-up about...
something that's important
to any mother.
- It'll blow over.
- Sure, it will.
What's Sam trying to do,
put us out of business?
Larry, take it easy.
Even if Mossler sees the paper,
he's not gonna read the fine print.
Maybe that's Sam now.
- Hello?
- Stephens.
This is Harlan Mossler. I've just
been looking at the morning paper.
Hi, there, Mr. Mossler.
- Yes, I know all...
- Let me talk to him.
Hi, H.B. Larry Tate here.
I was just dropping by
to pick Darrin up.
What seems to be the problem?
What's that? No, I had no idea.
Samantha Stephens?
Furthermore,
she's right back at it this morning.
Now, Tate, all I've got to say
is there had better be an explanation.
Don't worry about a thing, H.B.
Stephens is on his way
out the door right now.
Says who?
Now, now, Darrin, no offence.
Look, I'm married to
a real nut myself.
- Larry, let's not get personal...
- Now, now, you know what I mean.
Sam's so upset about
losing a little park...
that she doesn't realize
she's standing in the way of progress.
She should step back,
take a look at the overall picture.
After all, a lot of people stand
to benefit from a shopping centre.
That's just what I told Sam.
There, you see? Then we agree.
- No, no, we don't.
- But you just said that...
When I said that to Sam,
I didn't like the sound of it.
And when I hear it from you,
I like it even less.
If knocking down a park
for a shopping centre is progress...
- I'm a monkey's uncle!
- Watch it, Darrin.
With those long arms,
you're leaving yourself wide open.
I don't care. I'm going down there.
Attaboy. Now, you're talking.
I'll say I am.
I'm gonna give Sam all
the moral support I can, late as it is.
First, I'll get dressed.
Mrs. Stephens?
Your husband will be here
in a few moments.
And if he's not man enough
to handle his wife's behaviour...
then he's not man enough
to handle my advertising account.
- That's blackmail.
- No, that's sound business.
Hi, honey. Mr. Mossler. Ladies.
If you two would like to chat
I'll give you exactly one minute.
- He can do it in 30 seconds.
- It won't take that long.
You don't have to say a word.
I've decided to back down.
No, you're not. You're gonna
stay right here and fight.
Stephens, is this some kind of
monstrous joke? What are you doing?
Like the sign says, happy children
mean a happy tomorrow.
- Stephens, that does it.
- Yes, Stephens.
As of this moment, you are
no longer with McMann & Tate.
Fine. That's just fine with me.
I'm sorry. Nothing personal,
but business is business.
Right, H.B.? Right is right
and wrong is wrong and never the...
Tate, will you stop babbling?
Right. I'm with you, H.B.
We've said enough already.
Mr. Mossler,
before you do anything drastic...
I'd like to ask you one question.
What's that?
Your grandfather there,
the one who said...
happy children mean
a happy tomorrow...
what do you think he'd say if
he knew you were closing this park...
for your own selfish gain?
- Forget it, honey. You can't reach him.
- Now, wait a minute.
I want to hear what
Mr. Mossler has to say.
Really, Mrs. Stephens, whatever
my grandfather may say is irrelevant.
I'm not surprised at you, Harlan.
I guess it's my fault,
because I gave you too much.
Sam, what's the matter with him?
I guess he's thinking it over.
- Did you see that?
- See what? What?
- What's the matter, H.B.?
- Nothing.
The sun must be hotter than I think.
You were a spoiled brat as a child...
and now you're a greedy,
spoiled brat as a man.
- Don't you hear anything?
- No.
Hey, stand up straight
when I'm talking to you.
- Are you all right, H.B.?
- Yes.
I've been thinking about these
fine ladies and their fine children...
and the need for this park that
my grandfather so graciously donated.
- I was thinking about that too.
- Mrs. Stephens, ladies...
I have reconsidered this matter.
And in the tradition of the late
Colonel Nathan "Ramrod" Mossler...
although it costs me
great personal loss...
I hereby rededicate this park
to the children of this community.
Beautiful. Think of the mileage
we can get out of the publicity.
Oh, Tate, will you shut up?
Mr. Mossler,
somehow I always knew...
that deep down you were
a Mossler through and through.
And, Stephens, I hereby award you...
all the advertising accounts
of Mossler Enterprises.
Thank you, sir.
If you'll excuse me, ladies.
I have to run now.
Let's go!
We won. You did it.
Well, welcome back
to McMann & Tate.
I don't know, Larry.
With the entire Mossler account,
I could start my own agency.
I only said that you were no longer
with us in the hope that...
Mossler would realize what
a selfish stand he was taking.
- Larry, would you like to explain that?
- No.
Okay, Larry,
everything's back to normal.
Thanks to you, you son of a gun.
You know, I wonder what came over
him to make him change his mind?
- I wonder.
- Me too.
Honey? Sam, what's the matter?
Nothing. It was just the sun.
Must be hotter than I think.