Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Black Eye - full transcript

After going head to head with co-worker Fred Rutherford over a business deal, Ward comes home at the end of the day to find Beaver with a black eye. Concerned when Beaver says he ran away from the kid who hit him, Ward gives him tips on self defense and tells Beaver to go confront the boy; but Ward doesn't know that the "boy" who punched Beaver was Fred's daughter, Violet Rutherford!

[Ward Narrating]
Children have a wonderful knack
of keeping their world separate from ours.

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They raise monsters
right under our very nose.

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Unknown to us, they send away
for everything from shrunken heads
to flying saucers.

But occasionally they become
involved with something that’s just
a little too difficult to hide.

And that’s our story for tonight
on Leave It To Beaver.

[Announcer]
Leave It To Beaver.

Starring Barbara Billingsley,
Hugh Beaumont, Tony Dow..

And Jerry Mathers as the Beaver.

Oh, dinner a little late tonight, dear?
Patience, Papa.
Had to straighten up my dressing table.

Somebody or something
tipped over my bottle of hand lotion.



Powder was spilt all over,
and my pancake makeup is missing.

Now don't tell me someone's
trying to sabotage your
natural, heaven—sent beauty.

[Chuckles]

I wonder if the boys could have
had anything to do with it.

Boy, that's a beaut.

You think the “cakeup” will hide it?
Pancake.

Well, you can't go down to supper
looking like that.
Get heck for fighting.

Ouch!
Will you hold still and shut up?

Gee, Wally, it sure is nice of you
to help me out.

Look, I'm only helpin' you
'cause if Dad gets mad at you,
he always winds up getting mad at me.

Well, thanks anyways.

Who belted ya?

A kid.

Which kid?



One of the kids.
What“ I tell Dad?

I don't know.

Tell him—
Tell him you fell down.

Gee, thanks, Wally.

Anyways,
that wouldn't 'zactly be a lie.

After I got hit,
I did fall down. Ouch!

June, I'm starved.
It's all ready, honey.
Will you call the boys?

—Will I! Hey, Wally, Beaver! Boys!
— [Door Slams]

[Footsteps Running Loudly]
June, don't you think you could get 'em
shoes with softer soles?

I'll ask around.

Uh, Beaver, turn around.

— Beaver, what's the matter with your eye?
— Which eye, Mom?

Uh, Beaver, come here.

Theodore,
you have a black eye!
Guess so, Mom.

Okay, Beave,
where'd you get it?

I fell down.
Didn't I fall down, Wally?

Yeah. He fell down, Dad.

Oh. You fell down, did you?

I fell down fighting.

Oh, dear.
Maybe I better call a doctor.
He might have a concussion.

I don't have a 'cussion.
I just have a black eye.

And I wish everybody'd
stop pickin' on me.
[Chuckles]

Nobody's pickin' on you, Beaver.
You go on back and eat your supper.

[Chuckles]

It's all perfectly normal.
It's a—just a part of growing up.

[Chuckles]

I guess I must have,
uh, had a hundred fights
by the time I was his age.

Well, we'll talk no more about it.

How does the other kid look?
[Beaver]
Alright.

All right? Well, you—you must've got in
a couple of good licks, didn't ya?

No, sir.

You— You mean, you didn't fight back?
No, sir.

Well, what did you do?
You must've done something.

— I ran away.
— You ran away?

Ward,you're frightening him.

Well, it frightens me a little too—
a boy running away.

Beaver, go ahead
and eat your soup.
I don't want to.

[Ward]
What’s the matter?
I'm gonna be sick.

I think he is.
Remember on the roller coaster
when he—

Never mind.

— Beaver, you can't be sick.
—I think| can.

Beaver,
you run along upstairs.

Wally, you go along with him.
I'll bring you up trays later.

[Footsteps 0n Stairs]

Did you have a bad day
at the office today?

Well, no.
No, not at all.
[Clears Throat]

Oh, there was a little upset
over the Thompson deal.
They, uh, can't decide who to give it to.

Be either Fred or me.
Why don't you fight him for it?

Now, June—

If something's bothering you
at the office, you certainly shouldn't
take it out on the Beaver.

This is a serious problem,June.
A boy's got to be able to defend himself.

And I intend to see that Beaver learns.

I just don't like fathers
teaching boys to fight.

Dear, all in the world I'm going to do
is give the Beaver a few little pointers
on how to defend himself.

So if he happens to
run into this kid again, he—
he can mop up the playground with him.

Do you think it'll be
“unswolled” by tomorrow?

I don't know.

Now come on, Beaver.
Who hit ya?

I told ya, a kid.
I know, but which kid?

If I tell ya, promise
you won't tell nobody?

Sure, I promise.
Now who was the guy that hit ya?

— He was a girl.
—A girl?

Quiet!
All right.
Who was it?

Do you know Violet Rutherford?

Isn't that the one that did
the tap dance in the assembly?

— That's the one.
— What a creep.

I sure wish you were
allowed to hit girls.

Well, how did it happen?
On account of the sign on her back.

You pinned a sign on her back?
No.

Then why did she hit ya?
I laughed.

Oh.

What did the sign say?
“Violet Rutherford
drinks gutter water.”

Here we go. Come on.
[Strains]

You— You put your thumb in here.
That's where I got my hand.

Yeah. Well, uh, okay.
Never mind.
[Clears Throat]

All right. There we go. Now then,
I think that oughta do 'er, huh?

There we are. Now then—
Now let's have a little action, Beaver.
You're gonna have a lot of fun.

Okay. Now hit early.

Come on.
Let 'er go now. Let 'er go!

[Thud]

I don't think I like havin' fun this way.

[June]
Ward’ Ward?

What's happened now?

— He forgot to duck, Mom.
— Nothing to worry about.

Happens to the best of 'em.
[Chuckles]

Well, can he come in for his lunch now,
or haven’t you finished knocking him down?

Oh, by the way, Fred's here.
Uh—huh. Be right there.

Uh, well, um—
[Clears Throat]
now, uh, Wally, you'd better run along.

I, uh— I—I wanna talk to the Beaver.
All right.

Now, um, Beave, I'm, uh—

I'm gonna give you some pointers
about boxing, but I don't want you
to use the knowledge promiscuously.

What's that, Dad?

Well, I mean, I—
I don't want you to go around
pickin' fights.

But if you should happen to run
into this kid again who gave you
the black eye the other day,

well, um,you—
you're not gonna—

y—you wouldn't wanna let someone
push you around twice in a row,
now would you?

No, sir.
No. Of course not.

So, uh, I don't want you to go looking
for trouble, but I don't want you
to run away from it either.

A—As a matter of fact,
I think, if I were you, I'd, uh—

I'd look up this person
who gave you the black eye,

and, uh, I—I'd let 'em know
where I stood.

You see, if anyone's gonna
get aggressive with you,

you've got to show them
you can be just as aggressive
as they are.

I know. But this kid—
And if someone punches you,
you've gotta punch 'em right back.

But this kid—
[June] Ward’
Huh? Sure.

0h, Ward’
So— Yeah. All right.
I'll be right there.

Now, uh, you just remember
What I told you, Beaver. Right?

Right.

Don't get 'gressive with me,
Violet Rutherford.

I'm sorry, Fred.
Huh!

| see you got a new sofa.
Yeah, yeah.
June thought we oughta—

Now why didn't you tell me?
I could've introduced you to a guy
and saved you lots of money.

Well, that's, uh, very nice of you, Fred.
I'll certainly call on you the next time.

Oh, the New York brass wanted you
to look these over, so I said to myself,
“Why don't I drop 'em by?”

Well, thanks a lot for the trouble.

Oh, no trouble at all.

Say, uh, you're not upset about
that Thompson deal, are ya?
What about the Thompson deal?

You mean they haven't told ya?

Well, they dumped it in my lap.
I know you were sort of
counting on it, Ward.

Ah, no hard feelings now.

Oh, uh—
[Chuckling]
no.

No, of course not.
None at all.

These things happen in a big company.

Well, as long as there's
no resentment.
No.

Oh, say, wasn't that your oldest boy
I passed on the way in?
He's kinda small for 15, isn't he?

Uh, Wally is 13.

Oh.
Well, that's the way it goes.
Yeah.

Personally, my family's
a little more mature.

You know, both of my boys
were offered scholarships—
football scholarships.

Well, that's, uh, certainly nice.
Yeah. And then, of course, you know
My youngest is quite a dancer—

but then I suppose
you saw that in the paper.
No, I didn't.

Oh, you didn't?
Got the clipping right here.

Yes, sir. She's gonna be
a star someday. Here it is:

“Violet Rutherford scores
in amateur theatrical."
[Chuckles]

Well, that's certainly nice.

Yeah, it sure is. Uh—

Well, we'll see you around, Ward.
Yeah, sure. You bet.

Uh, are you sure
there's no hard feelings?

Oh, no. Absolutely not.
[Both Laugh]

See you around the salt mine.
Yeah, right.

[Exhales]

Violet Rutherford,
you do too drink gutter water.

A girl?
You mean a girl gave Beaver
that black eye?

Yes, Dad. That's why
he didn't fight back.

[Sighs]

[Laughing]

[Sniffles, Continues Laughing]
A girl.

Beaver, come down here a minute.
[Chuckles]

Hey, Beaver—
[Chuckles]

If you want the Beaver,
he went out about 10 minutes ago.
Oh. Well, I'll talk to him later.

Oh, uh, did he say
where he was going?

Yes. He went over
to Violet Rutherford's house.
Oh. [Chuckles]

Now then, Wally, about this girl that—

Violet Rutherford?

Wally, that girl who, uh—
who hit the Beaver,
uh, it couldn't have been, uh—

[Groans]

And I practically sent him
over there to annihilate her.

Well, why didn't you tell me?

You let me go through all those
boxing lessons, everything, and you—
Why didn't you say something?

Well, I promised. And anyway,
|didn't think it was important before.

Well, you could have at least
told me it was a girl.
You didn't ask me.

Oh, I didn't ask you.
You never ask us, Dad.
You just tell us.

Well, that's just about enough
out of you, young man.

Uh, you better go on upstairs
to your room. Go on.

All right.

Where's Wally going?
Up to his room.

Where are you going?
Out! To Fred Rutherford's.

[Doorbell Chimes]

Oh, I paid your partner
for the newspaper last week.

I'm not the paperboy. I'm Beaver Cleaver,
and I wanna see Violet Rutherford.

Oh. Uh,just a minute.

Violet?

Hi, Beaver.
Hi, Violet.

You got grass
on your lawn too.
The grass in the back is cement.

Violet—
What?

You wanna be 'gressive?
’Gressive?

'Cause if you wanna be 'gressive,
I can be just as 'gressive as you can.

I don't know how to play.
What's 'gressive?

— That means, “Do you wanna fight?"
— No, I don't wanna fight.

Okay.
What else do you wanna do?

Uh, I don't know.
Let's go spit off the bridge.

Uh—uh. I did that
on the way over here.

— Let's go look at the lady
in the jiggle belt.
— Okay.

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Cleaver, I don't know
where that boy of yours
could have taken her,

but they must be somewhere
in the neighborhood.
Just take it easy. They'll show up.

Yes, but in what condition?
[Child Imitating War Whooping]

— Cleaver, what's that?
— [Whooping Continues]

My gosh, he ’s killing her.

[Child Giggling]
All right.
That'll be enough—

What are you doing?
Scalpin' a settler.

— Can't a guy have any fun?
— We're sorry, son.
We thought you were two other children.

Mister, let go of my arm.

Oh. Sorry. Have you seen
two kids fighting around here?

I don't know.
What do they look like?

[Ward]
One was a boy, about eight,
and the other was a girl

Fightin'?
Well, nobody like that's
been fightin' around here.

Well, they must be fighting someplace.
Come on.

Who were those guys?
I don't know.

But two kids
are gonna have a fight.
Where?

Where everybody goes to fight:
over at Metzger's Field.

Oh, boy! There hasn't been
a good fight around here
in a long time.

— Hi, Gus.
— Mm.

Oh. Hi there, Beaver.
| see you brought the missus today.

Gus, you know
I'm not married.

Oh, just goin’ steady, huh?

Stop teasin'.
You know I'm never
gonna get married.

And if| do get married,
I'm not gonna get married
to a girl.

—I got an idea he'll change his mind
about that, eh, sis?
—I don't know.

I've known Gus
all my life.
All our lives.

— Been to any fires this week?
— Oh, no.

No, this is the kind of firehouse
where the firemen don't go to the fires.

This is a 'ziliary firehouse.
That’s right
Auxiliary Company Number7.

That means we help out
If all the other companies
can't handle the call.

Gus had her out last year.
To a fire?

Uh, no, it was another kind of emergency.

Last spring Miller's Pond
was backin' up on the highway.

Chief put in a call for me.

Me and Number 7 went down there
and pumped it out drier
than the “Sahary” Dessert.

Gee, I sure wish
I'd been there.

Mm—hmm. Only thing is, I still ain't got
the swamp smell outta the cylinders.

Well, Violet,
we better be goin'.

Bye, Gus.
Bye, Gus.
See you tomorrow.

I'll be here.
You and the missus drop by anytime.
[Chuckles]

[Sighs]

[Ringing]

Hello?
Oh, Ward. Where are you?

Oh. With Fred, hmm?
Have you found the Beaver and Violet yet?

No, they haven't come back here.

Have you tried the park?

| see. Everywhere, huh?

What?

[Chuckles]
Well,just a minute. I'll ask him.
You sent him up to his room.

Wally! Wally!
[Door Opens]

What is it, Mother?
Your father wants to know where you'd go
if you were gonna have a fight with a girl.

Gee, Mom, I wouldn't hit a girl.

Ward?
He says he wouldn't hit a girl.

All right.

Wally, your father says you better
go back up to your room.
All right.

Hey, did you hear?
Two kids are havin' a fight
over at Metzger's Field.

No foolin'. Who told ya?
All the kids are talkin' about it.

It's a heck of a fight.
Blood and everything.
I hear they sent for the cops.

[Slurping]
Want another one,
Beaver?

No, thanks.
I don't wanna spoil my supper.

How much is it?
Eighty—eight cents with tax.

Charge it.
Charge it?

What’s the name?
Mr. Fred Rutherford

Okay.

Hey, that's keen.
Where'd you learn that?

From my mother.
She does it to Dad all the time.

Let's get some gum
on the way out—

[Both Slurping]

and charge it.

Son, have you seen
two children fighting?
Yeah. But it's all over.

It's all over?
Yeah. It was over in Metzger's Field.
My brother saw it.

One of the kids' ears
was torn off.
Ear?

Yeah. It was layin' right there on the ground,
and the guy from the ambulance
sewed it back on.

Oh, now— now, Fred, you—
you know how boys exaggerate.

I don't know about that,
but there's been a fight.

I knew you resented
the Thompson deal, but I didn't
Think you'd take it out on my kid.

I gotta be goin' home
pretty soon.

Beaver, you never used
to play with me before.
How come you came over?

I don't know.
I guess I just come over. That's all.

Hey, look.

Looks like you got no teeth.

I know. That's why I always
get the black gum.

You know, you look
a lot better without teeth.

[Tires Squealing]

There they are.
Thank heavens.

—Violet, are you all right?
— Hi, Daddy.

Oh, my gosh, her teeth.
$800 worth of braces.

— Beaver, did you do this?
— Yes, Daddy. I done it to me too.

Huh! It's chewing gum.

Chewing gum?

Violet, you better go in the house.

A w, come on now, Fred
Where’s your sense of humor?
[Chuck/es]

Cleaver, you made me
miss my golf game.

You ran me all over town, chased me half
out of my wits and now you wanna know
where's my sense of humor?

But, Daddy, we had fun.

Cleaver, I don't think your boy
better come around here anymore.
Now look here, Fred.

All right, Fred.

Come on, Beaver.

— Bye, Beaver.
— Bye, Violet.

[Door 0pens]

Hi, Wally.
Oh, hi, Beave.

They were lookin' for ya.
They found me.

Did you beat up Violet Rutherford?

No. But Mr. Rutherford
hollered at Dad.

What did Dad do?
Did he holler at Mr. Rutherford?

No. He took me home.

Oh, uh, boys, uh,you'|l be eating
alone tonight. Your mother and I
are going out to dinner.

And, uh—
[Clears Throat]
Wally, you can leave your room now.

— Yes, Dad.
— [Beaver]
Dad?

Did Mr. Rutherford
get 'gressive with you?

Yeah, Beaver, he did.
He— He got quite aggressive.

Dad, how come you didn't get 'gressive
back at Mr. Rutherford?

— Well—
— You told me, if somebody got 'gressive at me,
that I should get 'gressive back at them.

Yeah, I know| did, Beaver, but, uh,

well, you see, you're a little boy,
and little boys are supposed
to defend themselves.

— Aren't grown—ups?
— Uh, well, uh, grown—ups have learned
to control themselves, Beaver.

Uh, that's why they don't have to fight.

Are little boys supposed to fight?

Yeah. Yeah, |—| guess
you could say that, uh,

defending yourself is one of the rules
for being a little boy, Beaver.

Well, um, I'm— I'm late now.
Uh, you— See you later.

— Wally—
— What, Beave?

The rules are a lot easier on grown—ups
than they are for little boys.

Sure they are, Beaver.
The grown—ups are the ones
that make the rules.

Whew.