Leave It to Beaver (1957–1963): Season 6, Episode 25 - The Silent Treatment - full transcript

Starring...

and...

I tell you, Wally, I'll
be the only character

in Mayfield High with
an FM radio in his car.

Boy, FM. That's really neat.

Yeah, I got the idea from
a Rock Hudson movie.

I tell you, when
you're out on a date

and you turn on the Beethoven,

man, the girls really
think you're an operator.

Yeah, Eddie. I guess
when you're out on a date,

you need all the
help you can get.



Look, Junior, who let
you out of your sandbox?

Hey, Wally, why don't you
come on over to my house?

I got all the tools over there.

We can install this little
gem in a couple of hours.

Well, yeah. Sure.
I'm not doing anything.

You want to come along, Beaver?

Gee, Eddie, you're asking me?

Well, sure. I love
you, old buddy.

You're all right, Charlie.

Besides, you're the
only one small enough

to get underneath the dash
and hook up all the wires.

Sure. Come along, Beav.
You'll get some fun out of it, too.

Okay. Say, thanks for
inviting me, you guys.

Beaver!



Oh, yes, Mom?

Beaver, where are you going?

I'm going over to Eddie's house
to help him and Wally put in a radio.

Honey, you promised me an hour
ago you'd go to the store for me.

I've got the list all
made out here for you.

Well, can't you do it, Mom?

No. I've made a
hairdressing appointment.

- Oh, well, I'll do it later.
- Beaver, look,
you promised me you'd go.

I want you to go now, and I don't
wanna hear any more complaints.

- Come on.
- Yes, Mom.

I'm sure he doesn't mean to
be so difficult, Mrs. Cleaver.

It's just that he's at the
age where he doesn't realize

how important it is
to keep a promise.

Yes, Eddie.

As a matter of fact,
we'll be only too happy

to drop him at the store
on our way to my house.

Then the little fellow
could walk back.

Hey, Beav, didn't
your mother ever hear

about the child labor laws?

Come on, Eddie. Lay off him.

What do you mean?
The kid's being exploited.

This kind of thing went
out with Oliver Twist.

Yeah, Dad, it only
took us an hour

to install the radio
in Eddie's car.

And, boy, is it neat.
You oughta hear it, Beav.

Then we went for a ride to try it
out, over bumps and everything.

Eddie was listening to Mozart
and Brahms and all those guys.

Since when has Eddie been
interested in classical music?

He's taking music
appreciation at school.

It gives him two extra
units and saves him

from flunking
trigonometry again.

Boy, it's too bad you
couldn't have come, Beav.

- It was really neat.
- Some fun I had,

spending the whole
afternoon in the supermarket.

You know, this radio of Eddie's

sounds like something
quite expensive.

Gee, no, Dad. It's real cheap.

Only $7 a month.

But for how many months?

Gee, Eddie... Eddie
didn't tell me that.

Beaver, thank you for
getting the groceries for me.

But you didn't get any of those

little chocolate frosted
cookies you like so much.

They weren't on the list.

Oh, well, you could've
gotten them anyway.

I just wanted to
do what I was told.

Well, I'll get you
some tomorrow.

Were the packages
heavy to carry?

They were heavy, but I managed.

Hey, Dad, remember that
paper I wrote for social studies?

- Uh, which one, Beaver?
- Well, you oughta remember it.

You helped me with the topic...
Our Dwindling Natural Resources.

Oh, yeah. What did you say?

Well, they're dwindling.

Big deal.

Yeah, well, it was
a pretty good paper.

It got me third highest
mark in the class.

It did? Well,
congratulations, Beaver.

Thanks, Dad.

You got a good mark.
That's fine, Beaver.

Dad, what's that country in Asia

that used to be called one thing,
and now it's called something else?

Oh, let me see, Beaver.

Isn't it Thailand?

Thank you, Mother.

Can I go upstairs and
get washed up for dinner?

Of course.

I'll be right down, Dad.

Do you notice Beaver?

What about him?

Don't you think he
was acting strangely?

Well, only that he
seemed very polite.

Well, you know, Wally,
I think it's wonderful

that Eddie's interested
in classical music.

But you better tell him to
keep up those payments.

The finance company
just might come along

and repossess his
whole cultural background.

Boy, you sure are funny, Dad.

Well, thank you, Beaver.

Your mother doesn't always
appreciate my jokes. I'm glad you do.

I guess I have a sense of humor.

Here you are, dear.

No, thanks, Mother.

Mashed potatoes. Your favorite.

I don't happen to be hungry.

Well, I happen to be
hungry enough for both of us.

Are you looking
for something, Dad?

Uh, yeah. The salt, please.

- Thank you.
- Would you like the pepper?

- Perhaps a little more gravy?
- No, thanks.

Beaver, I'd like
some gravy, please.

Thank you.

Thanks, Dad. Thanks a lot.

Uh, hey, Mom,
what's for dessert?

Apple pie.

Oh, good. Can I
have mine à la mode?

I guess so. How
about you, Beaver?

I'll have mine un-à la mode.

Dad, would you like me to take
the salad dishes out to the kitchen?

Okay. June?

Yes. I'm through.

You can take
Mother's plate, Wally.

Ward, there is
something wrong with him.

- Who?
- Beaver.

Haven't you noticed the
way he's been behaving?

I thought he was
in very good spirits.

Honey, didn't you notice?

He wouldn't take
the potatoes from me.

When you offered
them, he was delighted.

Well, dear, I've always had
sort of a way with potatoes.

All right, Beav. So Mom made
you go and get the groceries.

You don't have
to be sore about it.

I'm not sore.

Aw, come on.
Don't try to kid me.

You're sore, and
you're paying Mom off

by giving her the big
freeze and playing up to Dad.

I am not.

I just like talking
to Dad better.

He's more interesting.

Come off it, Beav.

Anyway, it's not Mom's
fault. It's your fault.

You promised to
get the groceries.

Now you're sulking about it.

What are you trying to be, a
junior Eddie Haskell or something?

Listen, I know better than
you whether I'm sulking or not.

Aw, baloney.

Well, Beaver, I see
you're in bed already.

Yeah, Beaver's in
bed. I'm studying.

Are you warm enough?

Would you like another blanket?

No, thank you, Mother.

Well, there's one
right here in the closet.

I'd be happy to get it for you.

No, I'm perfectly comfortable.

Too many blankets make me sweat.

Perspire.

Well, good night, Wally.

- Good night, Mom.
- Oh.

See you in the morning, hmm?

I suppose I'll be
here in the morning.

You know something, Beaver?

- What?
- You're sickening.

Well, you still awake, Beaver?

- I was just thinking, Dad.
- Oh? What about?

Oh, things.

Like that football
game you took us to.

Boy, that was sure neat, Dad.
Then you took us out to dinner,

and we all had such
a wonderful time.

- Beaver, that was a year ago.
- I know, Dad.

Boy, I'll never forget it.

Well, good night. Sure
you're warm enough?

Maybe I could use
another blanket.

There's one in the closet.

Remember when I was little, Dad,
and you used to tuck me in every night?

Boy, those were the good
old days, weren't they?

Yeah, I suppose so.

- Good night, Wally.
- Good night, Dad.

Good night, Dad,
and sleep real well.

"Remember the good old days."

You give him a blanket,
and he's delighted.

I even mention it, and
he'll perspire all night.

Oh, now, June.

Well, dear, I'm
surprised at you.

- What about?
- Well, getting upset

just because Beaver decided
to pay me a little extra attention.

Boy, you're sure
doing a neat job, Dad.

Oh, it's easy.

All you have to do
is take your time.

I'm taking my time, and look.

It's all full of waves.

Dad, did you ever think of
becoming a regular painter?

You know, people and
bowls of fruit and stuff.

No, Beaver. I'm afraid
that's not one of my talents.

You sure have a lot of them.

- What's that?
- Well, talents.

You know a lot about cars.

Well, you can help
me with my homework,

and you can fix just about
anything around the house.

Uh, you know, Beaver,

I'm glad that you think so
much of my talents, but...

But what, Dad?

Well, uh, we're coming
along pretty well out here.

Maybe you should go in and
see if you can help your mother.

I don't think so, Dad.

She's making lunch, and she
wouldn't want me breathing on the food.

Oh.

Uh, well, then, uh,

go in and ask your mother
for a couple of rags, will you?

- I think we're gonna need them.
- Rags? Oh, sure, Dad.

- What are you doing, Beaver?
- Helping Dad.

Wait a minute. What
are you looking for?

Don't bother. I can find it.

Well, Beaver,

you're making a terrible mess.

Gee, I'm only
trying to help Dad.

I'll put it all back later.

Beaver, I...

Do you think you can
spare these for us, Mother?

I can spare them.

Do you know what I think, Dad?

You have such sensitive hands,
you should've been a surgeon.

Well, everything looks so nice.

Beaver, the table
looks just beautiful.

It's full of lumps and streaks.

You just haven't looked good.

Well, anyway, lunch is ready.

Well, I guess that
about does it here.

We can let these surfaces dry,

and then turn them
over and finish up.

I'll sort the brushes
for you, Dad.

Ward, now, this is
just getting ridiculous.

Beaver's no more
behaving like himself,

and you can't
tell me that he is.

No, he isn't, dear.
For some reason,

he's playing up to
me and ignoring you.

Do you have any idea why?

Well, I think it all started

when I made him
go for the groceries,

and he wanted to go
with Eddie and Wally.

Oh.

Well, I'm gonna
have a talk with him.

We can't have him
going around here sulking,

and I'm not gonna have him
behaving this way with you.

No, Ward. I don't want
you to say anything to him.

You know, he's
only gonna resent it

if you force him
to be nice to me.

Oh. You know, I guess I
was so slow catching on,

because it just isn't like
Beaver to act this way.

Did you ever try anything
like this with your parents?

Not very often. My
father would take me

for a little walk
to the toolshed.

It was amazing how just
looking at that toolshed

would take all the
rebellion out of me.

Well, I hope this
works itself out

before it gets to that stage.

We'll give it a chance.
But if it doesn't work,

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to fall
back on that toolshed psychology.

Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. That makes six
you've won in a row, Dad.

No, Beaver. Just five.

Five? Oh, I thought it was six.

Do you want to play
again, Dad? Do you?

Uh, no. I think that's
enough for today, Beav.

Uh, you know, Beaver,

there's something I've been
wanting to talk to you about.

- Yes, Dad?
- Well, now, I just beat you

five games at checkers,
and you took it very well.

- You're a good loser.
- I wouldn't get sore, Dad.

No matter how many
times you beat me.

Yes, well, I think it's fine

that you're a good loser
at checkers, Beaver.

But there are lots
of other times in life

when you have to
be a good loser, too.

Do you understand?

Sure, Dad. The other day,

Gilbert beat me at
tennis, and I didn't squawk,

even though the guts
were sprung on my racquet.

Uh, well, I wasn't just
referring to games, Beaver.

You have to learn to be a good
sport around the house, too.

Well, yeah, Dad. I know that.

Well, Beaver?

Hey, Dad?

Can I borrow your tools?

Just a minute, Wally.

Well, Beaver, you better
go out and check the paint.

It may be just about
time for another coat.

You bet, Dad.

- Yeah, what is it, Wally?
- Well, Eddie just drove up.

He called and
said he hit a bump,

and his FM set isn't
working anymore.

I thought maybe I
could help him fix it.

All right. Just be sure you put
the tools back when you're through.

Um, say, Dad, uh,

as long as Beaver's not listening,
and Mom's out in the kitchen,

there's something I
think you oughta know.

Well, what is it?

Well, it's about Beaver.

He's been acting, well,
kind of different lately.

What he's been doing is to give
Mom the brush-off and play up to you.

Oh, is that so?

Yeah. And the reason is

because Mom made him
go to the store yesterday

when he wanted to
go with Eddie and me.

Him acting like this is,
what they call in psychology,

a juvenile reaction.

Well, uh, thank you, Wally,

but both your mother and
I are aware of his attitude,

and we're handling
it in our own way.

Gee, Dad, you mean
you know what's going on?

Yes, Wally. Strange
as it may seem,

there are parents who sometimes
do know what's going on.

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

Uh, well, I guess I
better go talk to Eddie.

Boy, you doll, you.

Hey, what gives, Sam?

You kept me waiting
out here for ten minutes.

I'm a busy man.

Oh, yeah? What have you got to do
besides look at yourself in the mirror?

All right, all right.
Hey, what kept you?

The warden have you in solitary?

No. We're sort of
having a family problem.

Yeah? No fooling?

Hey, I thought we only had those
kind of crazy kicks around my house.

Hey, what gives?

Aw, nothing much. Beaver's
sort of mad at my mother,

so he's been giving
her the silent treatment.

Yeah? Hey, the kid is learning.

Hey, maybe I
better go talk to him.

Now, what good would that do?

What do you mean? I could
give the kid some pointers.

I could show him how to
really shake up the household.

Eddie.

The next thing he should
do is put on a dirty shirt

and show up for
dinner in his bare feet.

That'll really shake them up.

And then if he could work it

so your father
takes a poke at him,

he'll really have it made.

Eddie, will you get out of here?

All right, all right. I
just wanted to show you

I got the FM working.

♪♪

Eddie, please,
just beat it, huh?

All right, Sam.

♪♪

Where's Beaver?

Oh, uh, he's out checking
the porch furniture.

You know, June, I tried to
give him a hint about his attitude,

and I don't know whether
he was being stubborn

or whether he really
didn't understand.

Ward, I wish you wouldn't
bring the issue to a head.

I think it'll pass over.

Well, something better
happen by this evening,

or I'm afraid he and I are
gonna have to have it out.

Beat it, you stupid bee.

Get out of here. Get lost.

Oh, boy. Now look what
you've gone and done.

Ouch!

Mom! Hey, Mom!

Mom! Hey, Mom!

Beaver, what is it, son?

Nothing, Dad. Nothing. Hey, Mom!

Well... A bee stung me.

- It did? Where?
- Well, there.

It was messing
up Dad's new table.

Ouch! Well, do something
like you used to do, Mom.

Well, honey, come on.
Hold still. Let me see it.

My whole hand is burning.

I think the stinger's
still in there.

Yes, it is.

Ouch!

Here. Let me put
something on it.

How is it now?

It feels a lot better.

Boy, you sure are
good at fixing stuff, Mom.

Sometimes.

Well, that time when
I sprained my ankle,

you knew to put ice on it.

How'd you know that, Mom?

Oh, Beaver, when you
have two boys in the family,

you get to be a
regular Dr. Ben Casey.

- Boy, that's pretty funny, Mom.
- Is it?

Yeah.

You know, when Whitey gets hurt,

his mother never makes jokes.

She just hollers at him.

Mom?

Yes, Beaver?

The other day, you hollered
at me about those groceries.

I mean, you were mad at me.

Yes, Beaver.

I was annoyed.

It's funny.

When somebody gets mad at you,

then you get mad at them

and you try to do stuff that'll
even make them madder.

Why is that, Mom?

Beaver, I guess it's
just human nature.

When you say it's human nature,

does that mean
everybody feels that way?

- Practically everybody.
- Even a goofy kid?

Because ever since I
couldn't go over to Eddie's,

I've been trying to
do stuff to heckle you.

I know it, Beaver.

You know it? Who told you?

Nobody. I just guessed.

How?

Well, Beaver, I'm your mother.

I don't always know
what goes on in your head,

but if you're hurt or unhappy,

then I don't even have to guess.

- Why not?
- Because I'm hurt
and unhappy, too.

You mean, right away?

Well, most right away.

Without me even saying anything?

Beaver, you don't
have to say anything.

Why, when you were a
baby, you couldn't talk.

You couldn't tell me if
you were cold or hungry

or you had a pain,
but I always knew.

And somehow, well,
that just never changes.

You know, Mom,

sometimes, when I
get home from school

and a teacher yelled at me

or I had a fight with some
of the kids or something,

well, you'll give me
an extra sort of look

when I come in the door.

- Is that what you mean?
- Yes, Beaver.

Well, can fathers do it?

Yes.

I think mothers do it
better than fathers do.

I'm not mad at you anymore, Mom.

Well, that's fine, Beaver.
That makes me very happy.

You know something, Mom?

What?

I'm lucky that bee stung me.

- Where do you want
these, Mom?
- Right there, honey.

Well, I think I'll go up
and do my homework.

Tomorrow, for history,
we have Robert E. Lee.

What was his father's name?

Beaver, I wouldn't
have any idea.

Henry "Light Horse" Harry Lee.

Boy, you sure know
your history, Dad,

but Mom knows a
lot about other things.

Well, good night,
Mom. Good night, Dad.

- Good night, son.
- Good night, Beaver.

Well, everything
worked out fine.

You didn't have to
make a big issue out of it.

No? But where would you
have been without the bee?

Well, something else
would've come along.

He would've had a pain in his
stomach in the middle of the night

or couldn't find his socks

or needed clean underwear.

There are all kinds of
earthshaking things that happen

to bring a mother and her
children closer together.

Hey, Wally, guess what.

I'm not mad at Mom anymore.

Oh, good. You mean,
you finally decided

to stop acting like a creep?

Yeah, that was
really dumb of me.

But I'm glad I made up with her.

And the good thing is Dad will
never know I was mad at her.

Are you kidding?

Boy, you were about that far
from having Dad clobber you.

No fooling?

If I'd have known that, I wouldn't
have been such a wise guy.

Yeah, well, you gotta stop being
a wise guy about a lot of things.

You can't get away
with being a kid anymore.

Yeah.

I guess I should've
known I was in trouble

when they started calling
me by my last name in school.

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