The Donna Reed Show (1958–1966): Season 2, Episode 10 - All Mothers Worry - full transcript

I feel like I'm doing something
sneaky by not telling Mother.

Well, she didn't say you
couldn't try out for the team,

did she?

Not exactly.

But she'd be
worried if she knew.

Mother worries an
awful lot about me.

Oh, all mothers worry, Phil.

It makes them happy.

Let's get out of these
pants and wash up.

Your mother expects you
home on time, you know?

That was quite a
run you made today.



Oh, I couldn't have
made it without that block

you threw on Deek.

I thought I knocked
him unconscious.

Oh, you can't hurt Deek any.

All you can do is scramble
his brains a little more, that's all.

- Jeff?
- Huh?

By not telling mother,
isn't it almost like lying?

Well, it's not a lie if
you don't say anything.

And besides, if
you don't tell her,

she can't worry, and then
you're doing her a favor.

I guess you're right.

I'd like to make some
team once in my life.

Oh, you will with practice.

You're a natural blocking back.



It's probably mom.
She's no squealer.

Come in.

Oh, hi, Phil. I didn't
know you were here.

Oh, hello, Mrs. Stone.

Phil has to leave
right now, Mom.

See you tomorrow,
same time, Phil.

- Yeah, bye, Jeff.
- Bye.

Goodbye, Phil.

Jeff?

Would it be embarrassing
if I asked you a question?

Well, I don't know, Mom.

Is the question embarrassing?

Would you say that
Phil changes here

because he can't change at home?

Oh, I don't know
if I'd say that.

Never mind. You've said it.

And Phil's mother doesn't
know he's playing football.

Well, he hasn't told her,

but he hasn't not
told her either.

Do you think that's right?

You're not going to squeal
to Mrs. Dorsey, are you?

Oh, I'm no squealer.

I'm just trying to consider
the ethics involved.

Well, Mom, can't you forget
ethics and give this guy a break?

Oh, hi, Dad. Off tackle smash.

Nice footwork, Jeff.

Hello.

Honey, may I ask you
a hypothetical question?

Shoot.

If a person is in
position of knowledge

involving a second person,

should she convey
it to a third person

even though that information
may affect the second person

adversely?

Or withhold the information

even though the third person
has legal rights controlling

the activities of
the second person?

I see. Now, what's
your question.

Thanks a lot, dear.
You've been a big help.

- Oh, hello, Margaret.
- Hello, Donna.

I just came from
the beauty parlor.

I thought I'd stop
by and pick up Philip.

Oh, fine, come on in.

They should be
back in a few minutes.

Back? Where did they go?

Oh, you know, how boys are.

Look, if you don't have time,
I can bring Philip home later.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I
have a few minutes,

and Philip's always prompt.

Yes, he is.

I have some coffee
out in the kitchen.

- Would you like some?
- No. No, thank you.

My, I'm delighted
that Jeff and Philip

have become such good friends.

Yes, they... they do seem
to get along well together.

And I am so relieved
that Philip didn't go out

for that... that...
that football team.

Oh, I didn't forbid him.

It was his own decision.

He knows I worry.

Yes, he does.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hello, Mrs. Stone.

Hello, Mother.

Hi, Mrs. Dorsey.

Philip, why don't go
on upstairs and change?

Yeah, come on.

Margaret, I found out about
this only yesterday myself.

And frankly, I was still
trying to decide whether I had

a moral obligation
to tell you or not.

Donna, please don't feel guilty.

It's just that I'm so
terribly disappointed.

It isn't like Philip.

Donna, do you think
it's unnatural for a mother

to want to spare her
child serious injury?

No, of course not.

But after all, there's
an element of risk

in just growing up.

But that's different.

No, Margaret. I'm
not sure that it is.

Don't you remember
the sense of panic you felt

when Philip took his first step

and when he got
his first two wheeler?

Donna, are you saying
that I'm overprotective?

No, Margaret,

but I am saying that we're
always afraid they'll get hurt.

I'm sorry, Mother.

Let's discuss it when
we get home, dear.

Mother has a terrible headache.

- Here, Phil.
- Thanks.

- Goodbye, Donna.
- Goodbye.

I'm sorry about the
headache, Margaret.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Stone.

- Goodbye, Jeff.
- Goodbye, Phil.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Dorsey.
- Bye.

Why doesn't she yell at him
instead of having headaches?

It'd make him feel better.

Here, Mother.

Thank you, dear.

It's all my fault, Mother.

But the only reason I didn't
tell you I was playing football

was because I didn't
want to worry you.

Philip, darling, please
don't blame yourself.

Mother wants you to have fun.

It's just that I'm so terribly
afraid you're going to get hurt.

I won't get hurt, Mother.

You should have seen
the block I threw on Deek.

I practically
scrambled his brains.

Oh.

Dear, Mother knew a
boy once, about your age,

sensitive, talented,
wonderful future...

Mommy, I think Chuck is
bringing me a corsage for the party.

He asked me what color of
the dress I was going to wear?

Oh, how nice.

Mommy, can I wear
your pearl necklace?

Oh, well, I think so.

But it will probably
make you look at least

two or three months older.

Oh, thank you.

Zowwee... Wow!

What's with him?

It can't be my cake.

I use the same
ingredients I always use.

I can't believe it.

Billy Wade, Jon
Arnett, Les Richter.

Oh, wait, I'll tell Dad.

Dad!

Well, apparently, the
Los Angeles Rams

are playing a
preseason football game

at the university stadium.

Well, is that any reason
to go out of your mind?

Honey, just try
saying Frank Sinatra,

Bob Wagner, and Tony
Curtis, you'll know why.

Pardon me.

Wow, Don Burroughs,
Billy Wade, Del Shofner.

And don't forget Les Arnett.

Jon Arnett.

Oh, isn't he kind of cute?

Cute.

Honey, apparently, cute
is not the proper word

to describe football players.

Dad, the ticket
sales start tomorrow.

Can I go down after
school and get the tickets?

You can't take it
out of my allowance.

I don't think we have
to negotiate this time.

Just get good seats.

Shall we take the ladies?

Oh, I can't, Daddy. I'm
going to a party that day.

You know, I still
think they're very cute.

No.

Oh, how can I turn down
such a gracious invitation.

- What will I wear?
- Anything.

I think the game is informal.

Boy, the Los Angeles Rams.

You know, they're going to
win the championship this year?

Yeah, I think they've
got a pretty good chance.

Jeff, why don't you try to
get an extra ticket for Phil?

Okay.

Oh... Can I skip
school tomorrow?

I mean, the tickets will
go like hotcakes and...

Now, wait a minute, I know
how you feel about the game,

but let's not abandon
your education.

Okay, Dad. Anything you say.

Boy, the Los Angeles Rams, wow!

Oh, I ran into Joe Morton

two years ago at
a medical meeting.

Boy, you ought to see him.

Uh, most of our class is
gaining it around the middle

and losing it up here.

Yeah.

- Except us, of course.
- Oh.

How long have you had
this job with the Rams, Bert?

Four years.

It's a pleasure
publicizing their team.

It's a great bunch of guys.

And Coach Gillman
is a real gentleman.

You know, I got a son who
hasn't come off the ceiling

since he heard the
Rams were in town.

Well, why don't you do it, Alex?

We never carry a team physician
on these preseason tours.

We usually make an
arrangement with some local doctor

to handle the... the bruises.

It might as well be you.

Oh, I'd love to do it,
Bert, but I'm a pediatrician.

I only work with children.

Well, we got a pretty valuable
cargo of arms and legs, Alex.

You could treat
them like babies.

Uh-uh.

Wait until Jeff
hears about this.

He'll never come
off the ceiling.

Oh, I know.

- I got a boy Jeff's age.
- Yeah.

I just happen to
have some pictures.

That's him in the middle.

My wife Midge, the
twin boys, and Penny.

Yeah, that's a wonderful family.

Penny looks adorable.

Oh, yeah, she's
daddy's little girl.

- I can't wait to come
back to Los Angeles.
- I bet.

Say, you might
remember my wife, Midge.

I took her to the senior prom.

Oh, pretty little blond?

Well, she's not
so little anymore,

- but she's still pretty.
- Uh-huh.

How far is it to the university?

About 30 miles.

Well, we start
practice tomorrow.

If anything comes up,
I'll give you a call, okay?

Fine.

You might be able to use those.

Oh, passes. Thanks
a million, Bert.

- It's wonderful to
see you again, Alex.
- Same here.

And keep that stomach flat.

Oh, don't worry.

Not too many of
us left, you know.

You know, Bert has four children

and he's married to the girl
he took to our senior prom.

Uh, isn't that romantic?

Yeah, isn't it?

Who did you take
to the prom, dear?

Um, I can't seem to recall.

Oh, Alex.

No man ever forgets the girl
he takes to his senior prom.

You're right, darling.

What's wrong, honey?

They're all sold
out for the game.

While I was stuck in school,

everybody else took the
day off and bought tickets.

Well, honey, daddy...

Waited years for
something to happen,

and when it does,
you get shut out.

The Rams come to town
and I can't even see them.

Hey! Where did these come from?

Well, it just so happens that I
went to college with the man

who does public
relations for the Rams.

And daddy is going to be team
physician while they're here.

You mean, you get to tape
up Jon Arnett's ankle and...

Well, it's a medical challenge,
but I'll try to rise to the occasion.

Oh, I'm going to call Phil.

Gosh, Pop... Gee, thanks.

What a historical occasion.
Our son was almost speechless.

You know, in all his years,

he's never been that
impressed with me.

Honey, why don't they?

Why don't they what?

Why doesn't a man
ever forget the girl

he takes to his senior prom?

Well, for one thing,
his wife never lets him.

Well, you have my permission.

Forget her.

Oh, hello, Phil.

Hello, Mrs. Stone. Is Jeff home?

Yes, he's upstairs
changing. Come on in.

Thank you.

I quit the team.

Oh, I'm sorry, Phil.

Jeff said you were
doing very well.

Thank you.

Mother never complaints,

but I found something
out the other day.

She's always thinking
of my own good.

How's your mother feeling?

Well, she's fine now.
She went shopping.

She does get an
awful lot of headaches.

- Hi, Phil.
- Hello, Jeff.

Why weren't you at practice?

I'm not going out for the team.

Did your mother have another...?

We missed you.

Did you, really?

Well, I couldn't make
the team anyway,

and mother is right, I
do have brittle bones.

I might get hurt.

Well, you've got good bones.
All you need is confidence.

Phil, maybe, it's none
of my business but...

Jeff, how would you boys
like some cake and milk?

Hi, fellas.

Oh, hi, Dad.

Hey, I'm going to drive
out to see some patients.

Would you like to come along?

Oh, gee, I don't think so, Dad.

Phil is going to help
me fix the rotary blade.

Come on, Phil.

Darling, if anybody calls,
I'll be out at the university

watching the Rams' practice.

The Rams, really?

Sure. They're my patients,

a little bigger than
usual but still patients.

Daddy has them on formula.

Well, come on, Phil.

Maybe, we can get
some autographs.

My mother is picking me up here.

I don't know if...

Oh, I'll call your
mother and explain.

I'm sure she won't mind.

Gee, thanks, Mrs. Stone.

Well, come on, Phil.

I'm surprised they even
stopped to open the door.

You know, you're taking
on quite a responsibility

convincing Mrs. Dorsey

it's safe for Philip
to watch scrimmage.

Oh, I know.

I'm expecting a
headache of Mrs. Dorsey's.

Have fun.

Hi, Coach Gillman. I'm Jeff.

Hi, Jeff.

Jeff knows the
score of every game

you played last year, Coach.

Even those we lost?

Oh, yeah, could have won
them all with a little break.

Well, thanks, Jeff.

Say, Bert, will you
introduce the boys

to some of the
members of the squad?

I've got to see the
field goal kickers.

Sure, Sid.

Hey, Bill, Jon, Don,
Les, come here a minute.

Boys, this is
Dr. Stone, Jeff Stone.

- This is Bill Wade, - Hi.

- Les Richter— - Hi...

- Jon Arnett, Don Burroughs.
- How are you?

Hi, doctor.

Oh, and this is
Philip Dorsey, boys.

Hi, Philip.

Mr. Arnett, I watched
that 83-yard run of yours

against the 49ers on television.

Boy, you must have zigged
and zagged about 2 miles.

Well, Jeff, I've never
learned to run straight.

Don't forget, I went out of
bounds on the three-yard line.

Yeah, I know.

Instead of cutting
towards the sidelines,

couldn't you cut back
and wait for a blocker?

This is what the
coach said, Jeff.

Jeff specializes in
unsolicited advice.

He's all right, doctor.

You made 25% of the tackles
in that game, Mr. Richter.

Boy, we sure could use a
lineman like you on our team.

He's available anytime, Jeff.

You intercepted
seven passes last year,

didn't you, Mr. Burroughs.

Yeah, I should hope you
don't remember that one that

Hopalong Cassidy got behind
me for a touchdown, Jeff.

You completed 52% of
your passes, Mr. Wade.

That's right, Jeff.

I completed a few
with our opponents, too.

Hey, Jeff. What's
wrong with your friend?

He seems a little shy.

Well, his mother
has got him thinking

he'll get hurt playing football.

He'd make a great blocking
back if he only had the confidence.

My mother used to worry about
me when I started playing football.

Come to think of
it, she still does.

I've got an idea.

I've got a couple of uniforms
I'm taking home for the twins.

- Now, why don't we run
play 43x, you know?
- Okay.

Build up the kid's confidence.

What's that?

Well, kick the
ball to you, Jeff.

Let Phil block and just go
and speed down the field.

Real tackling?

Yeah, if we can catch you, Jeff.

Oh boy!

What will I do, Jeff?

Well, hit them hard.

They'll go down
like anybody else.

Now, get ready.

Come on, get Michaels.

Hey, we did it! We did it!

What a run.

All I did was run.
You cleared the way.

Take a look.

Maybe, this will show
Mother I could play football

without getting hurt.

Oh.

What's the matter,
Phil? What's the matter?

Oh, my shoulder.

Dad! Dad!

What the... oh geez.

Dad!

Where did you get hurt, Phil?

My shoulder.

That hurt?

It's no trouble. I'll be
over later, Margaret.

No... please don't
worry, Margaret.

Alex says the x-rays
show nothing serious.

All right.

Goodbye, Margaret.

What did she say, Mama?

Well, not very much,

but there's an accusation in
every word she doesn't say.

Well, Mom, it's not
your fault Phil got hurt.

Well, Mrs. Dorsey
doesn't say I'm responsible,

but somehow I feel guilty.

Well, that's what I mean.

She does the
same thing with Phil.

She never complains,
but oh boy...

- Ready, Jeff?
- Yeah.

Are you sure you don't
want to go, darling?

It's going to be a great game.

Uh, no, I'd better
go over there.

Oh, honey, Phil is
fine. It's just a bruise.

Mrs. Dorsey is making
an invalid out of him.

You know, we're sitting on
the bench with the Ram players?

Oh, Jeff. Will you get
me Jon Arnett's picture.

You know, he looks a little
bit like a blond Tony Curtis.

He'd slug you if he
heard you say that.

Darling, don't go working up a
sense of guilt about Mrs. Dorsey.

I know. I won't.

But, you know, Jeff is
right. I wish she'd yell at me.

I'd feel better.

- Goodbye, honey.
- Goodbye...

- Goodbye, sweetheart.
- Goodbye...

Have a good time.

- Bye.
- Bye-bye.

Well, shall I help you
with your hair now?

Okay.

Robby Sharp is back to pass

and it's intercepted by
the Rams' Will Sherman.

If he gets one block,
he might go all the way.

He's got a lot of running
room and there he goes.

Down from 20 to 15,

to 10 to 5,

he's over to the touchdown.

Oh, yay!

Oh, wonderful!

You see that, Mother?

That's what Jeff and I ran
through the whole Ram team.

Yes, dear, where you
almost broke your shoulder.

Oh, no, Margaret.

Phil didn't get hurt
while he was playing.

Donna, I'm not blaming
anybody by myself.

Dear, don't you think we
ought to turn off that game.

You're getting overexcited.

Oh, please, Mother.

The point after
splits the uprights

and the Rams take a 10 to 7
lead early on the third quarter.

Oh, boy.

Margaret, let me get
an aspirin for you, dear.

Well, we're probably seeing
the type of slang-bang football

we've come to expect from
these two traditional rivals.

With 40 seconds left
to go on the final quarter

and the score 24
to 21 against them,

the Rams are calling timeout.

Let's watch them.

The Rams are going to lose.

No, maybe, something
will happen yet.

They're such nice guys.

You know, they let Jeff and me
make that touchdown yesterday.

It's too bad you and
Jeff can't be in there now.

Time in again,
Arnett is a flanker.

It's the Rams' ball on
they're on the 23-yard line.

Wade fixed a pass to
Shofner in the left flank,

goes to screen
Arnett off to the right.

Jon got the key block
from 82, Red Phillips,

and he's got a lot
of running room

with his blocking
forms in front of him.

He might go all the way,

to the 30, the
25, the 20, the 10,

knocked out of bounds
on the 3-yard line.

First and goal on the 3,

quarterback Billy Wade
behind good blocks

from Putnum, Borrow and
Lansford drives over for the TD.

Yes, we won!

I told you they'd
think of something!

Hurray!

Oh, oh, just wonderful.

We'll try and get
Arnett up there.

Congratulations, fellows.

Nice going there, Jack.

Atta-boy, Floyd.

That's one interception, Darryl.

Hey, Arnett, Jon.

Come here, I want to talk to you

here for just a moment.

That was a great
run out there today.

Thank you, Bob.

All I had to do
was run straight.

They're blocking great.

Yeah, ran out of the stadium,

but nevertheless, it
was a beautiful run.

I have a notion that
the rest of the players

are going to award
you the game ball.

Well, we decided
whoever got the game ball,

we'd give it to a
good friend of ours.

Well, who's that, Jon?

Well, a boy that run through
us for a touchdown on practice,

Phil Dorsey.

If you're watching,
Phil, get well fast,

from all the Rams.

Keep up that fine blocking.

Say, Jon, you're a little
late on your shower.

Get in there.

- We'll see you later and
congratulations again.
- Thank you, Bob.

Bye, now, folks. We'll
get back in just a moment,

but first let's pause
for station identification.

Donna, he never cries.

He's not crying. He's happy.

I've seen him win
three essay contests

and two musical scholarships,

and he never acted
like that before.

Well, musical scholarships
and essay contests

are very important,
but boys are funny.

Strange things make them happy.

Donna, do you think I
am being overprotective?

Am I keeping him from doing the
things that he really wants to do?

Margaret, you've
never actually forbid him.

But he senses how I feel.

Oh, Donna, if he plays
football, I'll really worry.

But all mothers worry.

Then, what am I going to do?

Why don't you give him a get
well present and worry secretly.

And with 40 seconds left to
go, I said "Give it to Arnett"

and zoom, he was off.

I had all I could do to keep
him dashing onto the field

and running interference.

Well, what would you
men like for dinner, huh?

Oh, I'm not hungry.

- Arnett passes to Shofner...
- You're not hungry?

Hey, how many
hotdogs did you have?

He's over-stimulated.

You know, a man
cannot live by bread alone.

Well, I'll make a
stimulating salmon salad.

Alright.

And the run that
Arnett made, well,

he just went like
that and went...

Oh and Billy Wade to pass.

- Well, what a surprise.
- Hi, Dr. Stone.

- How are you?
- Well, come in.

Glad to see you.

- Hi, Don.
- Hi, Phil.

Hey, Jeff.

Hi, guys. Come on in.

This is my wife, Donna.

- Donna, this is Bill Wade.
- How do you do, Mrs. Stone?

- Don Burroughs.
- How are you doing, Mrs. Stone?

- Les Richter?
- Mrs. Stone, nice to know you.

And Jon Arnett.

Well, it's nice to meet you.

I want to thank you for that
wonderful thing you did for Philip.

We just left the football
at his house, Mrs. Stone,

and we thought we'd drop
by and give one to Jeff.

Jeff?

Wow, thanks.

Gee, you know, on that
run down the sidelines,

I thought they had you.

Well, I remember
what you told me, Jeff,

and I cut behind my blocker.

- Oh, this is my daughter, Mary.
- Hello.

- Mr. Arnett, Mr. Richter...
- Hi, Mary.

- Mr. Burroughs. Mr. Wade.
- How are you doing, Mary?

Hi, Mary.

You know, she thinks
you look like Tony Curtis.

Thank you, Mary.

Oh...

Have you noticed
the resemblance.

Well, now that you
mentioned it, Les.

The guy is a dead ringer.

Won't you stay for dinner?

Oh, no, thanks,
Mrs. Stone. We...

Come on, Donna opens
a great can of salmon.

Please do.

Well, thanks, we will.

But Mother always told me
when you're asked to dinner,

be helpful.

Okay, come on.