The Brady Bunch (1969–1974): Season 1, Episode 21 - The Hero - full transcript

♪ Here's the story ♪

♪ Of a lovely lady ♪

♪ Who was bringing up ♪

♪ Three very lovely girls ♪

♪ All of them had hair of gold ♪

♪ Like their mother ♪

♪ The youngest one in curls ♪

♪ It's the story of a
man named Brady ♪

♪ Who was busy with
three boys of his own ♪

♪ They were four
men living all together ♪

♪ Yet they were all alone ♪



♪ Till the one day when ♪

♪ The lady met this fellow ♪

♪ And they knew that it was ♪

♪ Much more than a hunch ♪

♪ That this group must ♪

♪ Somehow form a family ♪

♪ That's the way they all ♪

♪ Became the Brady Bunch ♪

♪ The Brady Bunch,
the Brady Bunch ♪

♪ That's the way they
became the Brady Bunch. ♪

( bells tinkling)

( creaking)

( bells jangling)

Watch out!



WOMAN: Tina!

( woman screams)

You okay?

I think so.

Oh, Tina.

Are you hurt, sweetheart?

No, Mommy.

What happened?
How did that wall fall?

I wanted a doll and
I pulled on the shelf.

He knocked me out of the way.

MOTHER: That was a
very brave thing to do.

I'm very sorry about
that wall, Mrs. Spencer.

I'm not worried about that

now that Tina's safe.

The newspapers are always
full of things kids do that are bad.

But you never hear about
the good things... like this.

Well, the newspapers
are going to hear about

this act of bravery.

Throw me some grounders.

I need to practice them.

You sure do need
to practice them.

Hey, what happened to you?

What do you mean?

Well, look at your clothes.

Yeah, I guess they
are kind of messed up.

I saved a girl.

Sure, you saved a girl.

I did!

A wall was going to fall on
her in Driscoll's Toy Store.

A wall?

Come on.

I shoved her out of the way

just before she could
have gotten killed.

Hah.

Well, I did.

Man, the stories some kids tell.

Yeah.

You mean you really saved her?

I guess so.

Hey, Peter, I'm
very proud of you.

Then you believe me?

Of course I believe you.

Well, you wouldn't
make up such a story.

Would you?

I might, but I didn't.

( chuckles)

So, that girl's very
lucky you were around.

( doorbell rings)

I'll get it.

Hi, does Peter Brady live here?

Yeah.

May I see him?

Sure.

Well, would you
call him, please?

I'm him.

Oh, Peter, my name...

Mr. Brady, Mrs. Brady?

Yes, can I help you?

We're with the Daily Chronicle.

Oh, we already
subscribe to the Chronicle.

I'm not in sales,
I'm a reporter.

I'm Earl Hopkins, and
this is my photographer.

We got a call from
Driscoll's Toy Store

about an accident there, and our
editor sent us over to do a story on Peter.

A story? About me?

Well, according to the
information we got, you're a hero.

Me? A hero?

Come on.

Would you come in, please?

Thank you.

Is it okay if he takes
some shots of Peter?

Oh, sure.

You mean, my picture's
going to be in the paper?

That's right.

Wow!

( whispering): What
do you say to a hero?

I don't know.

Me, either.

You say something first.

Why me?

You're the oldest.

As the oldest, I'm
telling you to do it.

And I'm telling you to do it.

That's not fair.

I don't have anyone to tell.

Peter?

Oh, hi.

Peter?

Yeah?

Jan has something
she wants to tell you.

Yeah?

I... I, uh...

Marcia has something
she wants to say.

Well, we wanted to say

that we think what you did

was a real neat thing.

JAN: You know, at the toy store.

Saving the girl.

And we wanted to
tell you that, well...

we're glad that
you're our brother.

JAN: That's right.

If our mom had married
anyone else but your dad

our brother wouldn't be a hero.

Our hero.

GREG: Hi. Hi.

Hi.

We were just
coming up to see you.

About what?

My being a hero?

Yeah, how'd you know?

Everybody's making
a fuss about it.

So I figured you were, too.

We're sorry we didn't
believe you this afternoon.

We thought you
were just making it up.

It's okay.

Do you feel any different?

How do you mean?

You know, being a hero.

How am I supposed to feel?

I don't know. You're the hero.

It feels okay, I guess.

Were you scared?

It happened too fast.

I didn't have time to be scared.

Well, Pete... I'm proud of you.

Ah... So am I.

It sure makes a guy feel funny

when his brothers
are proud of him.

ALICE: Open them... now.

Wow!

You like it?

I love it.

What is it?

What's your favorite dessert?

Strawberry shortcake.

What's your next favorite?

Banana split.

And the one after that?

Hot fudge sundae.

Well, that's what it is: a
straw-split-fudge-short.

Did you make it for
me because I'm a hero?

That's right.

Boy, if I knew that

I would have become
a hero years ago.

What are you waiting for?

Dig in.

Strange how quiet it
is around here tonight.

I'm quiet because I'm stuffed.

Alice made me
a special surprise:

A super, super dessert.

Well, there's always a lot of
whoop-de-do around celebrities.

Aw, you're talking about
astronauts and stuff.

No, I'm not, Peter,
I'm talking about you.

You know, for a mother

who's only had daughters
until a short time ago

I can't tell you how proud
I am that you're my son.

And that's what
you came here for?

It sure is.

That's the best part
about being a hero...

The good things
people say about you.

Leapin' caterpillars!

We got ourselves
a real celebrity!

Hey! Hey, everybody!

Wait till you see this!

Hey!

Alice, what's all
the excitement?

Look at the front page.

What's on the front page? Peter.

Oh, that's a good
picture of him!

And a feature story, too.

What's the story say?

About Peter being a hero.

Don't you know anything, dumdum?

Bobby, don't call
your sister a dumdum.

Well, that's what she is.

You're a dumdum.

Kids, eat!

Oh, well, I've got to show this

to the rest of
the family, Alice.

MARCIA: What's the rush?

The morning paper, look!

Hey, that's Pete!

Wow, a real-life
celebrity in our family.

GREG: He looks
something like me.

Wait till I show this
to Dad and Peter.

Oh, they'll flip!

Maybe he'll fly to the
moon without a spaceship.

( giggling)

Mike! Mike!

Mike! What is it, honey?

Peter's picture and
a story about him.

Hey! Say, he looks something
like his old man, there.

What's going on? Look, Peter,

you're on the front page
of the morning paper.

MIKE: Yeah. How does
it feel to be famous?

Wow!

♪ ♪

( whispering): He's
got to be kidding.

Where's Peter?

I thought he was
going to play with us.

He's too busy giving orders.

Orders?!

Yeah, from now on

I put the garbage out
at night, instead of him.

Well, how come?

He doesn't think heroes
should put the garbage out.

There I was, all by myself.

Suddenly, I felt something
was going to happen.

I'm one of these people that
can sense when there's danger.

There was this little girl
climbing up the shelves.

Then I saw this huge part
of the store start to wobble...

Big enough to crush a car.

Maybe even a tank.

Yesterday it was one wall.

I knew if I didn't do something,

the little girl
would get killed.

I knew if I did do something

I might get killed,

but it was a
chance I had to take.

First I shouted a warning.

Then timing it to
the split-second,

I raced toward her, just
as everything began to fall.

Where's Peter?

He's out in the yard
with some of his friends.

Would you guys do me a favor?

Sure. What is it?

Well, Mrs. Spencer, the
little girl's mother called.

And she wants to
show her appreciation

by buying Peter
something at Driscoll's.

So, would you mind
taking Peter over there?

Because I have to
take Cindy to the dentist.

Okay, Mom.

I don't know if he'll
want to go right now.

He's in the middle of telling all
his friends what a big hero he is.

That sounded a little sarcastic.

I'm sorry, Mom, but
okay, he saved her.

Does he have to talk
about it all the time?

Well, you've got to admit

you were both pretty impressed
by that story in the paper.

Impressed is one
thing, but Peter...

Do you think it's
going to his head?

Not going, went.

MRS. SPENCER: It's
okay to say thanks, Peter,

but I really want to
show my gratitude.

You saved Tina's life!

Anything you want,
anything in this store...

Name it and it's yours.

Gee, Mrs. Spencer, you
don't have to buy me anything.

Your mother told
you to say that, right?

That's what Mom told him.

Watch the big
shot get out of it.

But you would like
something, right?

My mom said it wasn't necessary.

Of course it isn't necessary.

But it's something I want to do.

I guess it'll be all right then.

MRS. SPENCER: Good.

See?

Now that we've got that settled

anything you want

point it out and it's yours.

How about this punching bag?

Would you like that?

I'd like a model airplane.

You can have that, too.

I'm going to buy you
everything you want.

Everything I want?

Right.

Mr. Driscoll... get
your order pad ready.

DRISCOLL: Yes, ma'am.

Greg, we've been
looking all over for you.

I'm just trying to keep
out of the hero's way.

He's beginning
to get to us, too.

Yeah. What are we
going to do about him?

GREG: Ignore him
till he grows out of it.

JAN: That may
take 20 or 30 years.

He's way past
Alexander the Great.

He's Peter the Perfect.

( Mike clears throat)

Dad.

Using my off-limits
sanctuary here

for a little family huddle, huh?

There's not so much
confetti, brass bands

and applause in here.

Yes, I get the point, Greg.

Now, listen, don't
worry about Peter.

He's having his first
go-around with self-importance.

He's an average, normal kid.

Maybe, Dad.

But to us, he's an
average, normal

pain in the neck.

( doorbell rings)

Peter Brady?

Either you better get
your eyes checked

or I better get to
a beauty parlor.

Well, does he live
here? 'Cause I've got

a delivery for him from
Driscoll's Toy Store.

Yeah, this is the place.

Bring it in.

Oh!

So Peter finally got
tired of using Bobby.

Listen, my
assistant's off today,

and I've got an awful
lot of stuff outside.

Would you give me
a hand, sweetheart?

Yeah, I guess so...

As long as your
union doesn't find out.

Hey, you weren't kidding.

Is all this stuff
for Peter Brady?

That's right. Hmm...

Thanks, cutie.

You're welcome.

What's in this one?

No idea.

( rattling)

Well, whatever it is, it
sounds unassembled.

You know, last Christmas, I got
a present from my Uncle Charlie

that was unassembled,

and it couldn't be put together.

By the time I got
through with the manager

of the store that sent
it, he was unassembled.

Good for you, gorgeous.

Those bigger boxes outside...

Should we put them in the yard?

Mister, you keep on calling
me "sweetie" and "cutie"

and "gorgeous" and
I'll follow you anywhere.

Huh.

Well, it looks like somebody

just delivered us a toy shop.

Yeah, Driscoll's Toy Shop.

Well, if he's going to
take out a branch here

he ought to ask for a permit.

I suspect the person we
should talk to isn't Mr. Driscoll.

Peter, your mother and I think

it's time that we exercised

a little... parental authority.

Or at least give
you a little guidance.

Okay, go ahead.

What are you really
trying to say to me?

Well, first, you can
keep one of the gifts

but the rest are
going to go back.

But Mrs. Spencer wanted
me to have them, Dad.

She told me to pick
out whatever I wanted.

Mrs. Spencer was
being very generous.

But that's not the point.

You didn't have to
accept everything, Peter.

CAROL: We're not trying to
take away from what you did.

Saving Tina was
a wonderful thing.

But you didn't do it just
because you expected

Mrs. Spencer to
give you lots of gifts,

did you?

No.

Then can't you see that asking

for everything
in sight is wrong?

There were some
things I didn't take.

ALICE: Excuse me,

but Mr. Hopkins and
that photographer

are here to see Peter. Oh,
we'll be right there, Alice.

Maybe they want to do
another story about me.

Just a moment, Peter. We
don't want you to be disappointed.

You know, people don't
remember heroes very long.

Sure they do.

Look at, uh... look at...

Look at George Washington.

Yeah, you see that?

You had to go back
200 years to find one.

We just don't want
you to be disappointed.

Hello. Hi.

Hi, there. I hope we didn't
take you away from anything.

No. No, not at all.

As subscribers to the Chronicle,

you may be aware that
every month our paper

gives an award to some
outstanding deserving citizen.

And Peter, you have been named

our current hero of the month.

Wow!

Peter, that's wonderful.
Congratulations.

And along with the
award is this check for $50.

$50!

Wow!

And thanks!

Our pleasure, Peter.

See you later.

Thank you.

Mom, Dad, can I do

whatever I want with this money?

Yes, like putting
it in the bank.

No, I mean like
having a party with it.

What kind of a
party? A swell one.

And you won't
have to do nothing.

Anything.

I'll make all the
arrangements, okay?

Well, I don't see
any reason why not.

After all, it is your
money, Peter.

Well, guess I'm
out-voted two to one.

Who you going to
invite? All my friends.

Boy, is this ever going
to be a great party!

Look what I got!

Lookit, guys, look what I got!

Look what I got, you guys!

Guess what?

I have to take over
your paper route.

No.

I'm gonna have a party.

Tomorrow after school.

And you're all invited.

Who's the party for?

Me!

You guys are both
invited to my party

tomorrow afternoon.

Hi, Steve.

I'd like you to come to a party

tomorrow after school.

Well, who's the party for?

Me.

Who's giving it?

Me.

Why?

I just wanted to have a party.

I'm using the money
I got for being a hero.

Well, I'll try to come.

But I'm not sure.

I know you wouldn't
want to miss it, Steve.

See you here tomorrow.

Gee, Peter, I'd like to come

but I think I promised
to visit my grandma.

What time?

Well, uh, what time's the party?

4:00.

Well, that's the time

I think I promised
to visit my grandma.

That's too bad.

It's going to be a great party.

Maybe you can come by after.

Well, um... uh... I don't know.

See you tomorrow, Jenny. Bye.

Tomorrow after school?

Yeah, you'll have a lot of fun.

Hold on a second
while I ask my ma.

( whistling)

Sorry, Peter, but I got
to take a piano lesson.

I didn't know you
played the piano.

I don't.

That's why I got
to take lessons.

Well, try to make
it anyway, Jason.

Okay, bye.

MARCIA: I can
speak for the girls,

and none of us want to go

to this party of
Peter's tomorrow.

And I can speak
for the boys: ditto.

We're tired of hearing
about him being the hero.

All the ice cream
and cake in the world

won't make his story

worth listening to again.

All right, I understand
how you feel.

It has gone to
his head a little.

A little?!

Frankenstein
never built a monster

like the one we've built.

Oh, kids, try to understand.

You know, praise is very
hard for people to handle.

Especially an
11-year-old boy like Peter.

MARCIA: That may be.

But we still don't want to go

to his stupid party.

And listen to all
that hero drivel

any longer... All right.

If you don't want to come to
my party, you don't have to come.

I've invited a lot of
other friends, anyway,

and it's going to
be a real swell party

whether any of my brothers
and sisters are there or not!

( horn honking)

( car passing)

Peter's been wrong, quite wrong.

But I... I still think it's a
shame nobody's showing up.

Oh, I'm not so sure, Carol.

There are things that are
almost impossible to teach kids.

Occasionally it's better if they
have to learn it for themselves.

50 bucks worth of
pizza and soda pop...

Well, I gave the
go-ahead for the party.

And now I realize
I shouldn't have.

No, Carol, you gave the go-ahead
for Peter's learning his lesson.

Sometimes that's a parent's job.

Well, I still think
it's a shame.

I'll be in my room if
anyone wants me.

Peter, someone will show up.

They're just late.

Everybody? An hour?

Boy, a guy can
sure get messed up

patting himself on the back.

Peter.

Yeah, Mom?

Don't sit up here alone.

Come on downstairs.

I'd rather stay here...
if you don't mind.

Peter, please.

We have something
special for you.

Okay. But please don't
use that word "special"...

about me ever again.

KIDS: Surprise!

Let's hear it for the hero! Yay!

( cheering)

Wow!

( blowing horns)

( sighs)

Driscoll's just picked up
those toys you sent back, Peter.

That was a very nice
gesture on your part.

It would have been
nicer if I hadn't taken them

in the first place...
Like you said.

Yeah, well, you did.
And you learned a lesson.

Sorry it had to be so hard,
but you know, that's life.

We're very proud of you.

You know, maybe
it was a good thing

that nobody came to my party.

A good thing?

That's right, Mom.

If everyone had
come that I invited

I might have gone on for
years being a real little stinker.

( parents chuckling)