S2 E 10 The Tattletale

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The Tattletale

Written by Sam Locke and Milton Pascal

Cindy has developed a habit of tattling on the other kids. After alienating the other kids and a warning from Mike, she learned a lesson. Hope you enjoy the script.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

THE POSTMAN

(The episodes begins with Mike, Carol, Cindy and Greg at the table having breakfast. They hear construction from a neighbor’s house. Alice comes over to serve them.)

Alice: Ah, anyone want anything else?

Mike: Yeah, how about a pair of earplugs.

Greg: Boy, what a racket.

Cindy: Mr. and Mrs. Liston are adding a room to a house.

Alice: Sounds more like they’re adding a house to a room.

Cindy: They’ll be finished Friday.

Carol: Cindy, how did you know that?

Cindy: I heard Mrs. Liston telling Mr. Liston. And he sure was mad. He said now Mrs. Liston’s mother would come and visit them and never go home.

Mike (sternly): Cindy, what other people say privately is none of our business.

(Alice puts a kettle on the table.)

Carol: Oh, thanks Alice. Where’s the rest of the tribe?

Alice: I’ll give them another call. (She goes over to the stairs.) Jan, Marcia, Bobby, Peter! Better get a move on if you want breakfast before lunch!

(Mike puts salt on his eggs but it all comes out.)

Mike: Oh! Gosh, now how did that happen?

Cindy: Peter was using the top to strain a guppy out of the fish tank.

(Mike looks at her disgustedly, as does Carol.)

Carl: Strain a guppy out of the fish tank?

Greg: Tattletale!

Mike: All right, Greg, that’s enough.

Cindy; But I didn’t do anything wrong. Peter strained the guppy.

Mike: All right, what Peter did was wrong, but what you did was wrong too. You know, that’s none of your business. Your tattling is not right, and can get other people into trouble.

Carol; Would you like someone to tattle on you?

Cindy: Uh-uh, that’s no fun.

Mike: Well, then why should you tattle on other people?

Cindy: Because that is fun.

(Mike gives her another angry stare and Greg gives her a face, mimicking what she just said and the scene fades out.)

(The next scene has Carol helping Cindy with her dress.)

Carol: Cindy, honey, please stop fidgeting.

Cindy: I’ll try, Mommy.

Carol: You don’t want me to stick you, do you?

Cindy (shying away); You just did!

Carol: I’m sorry, honey, I really am.

Greg (coming in): Oh, hi, Mom.

Carol: Hi, Greg.

Greg: Have you seen my bicycle pump?

Carol: Yeah, it’s on the service porch. (Greg walks by) Greg, you didn’t wear those old pants to school, did you?

Greg: Uh, yeah, they’re kind of comfortable.

Cindy: He tore his new pants yesterday playing basketball.

Greg (angry): Squealer.

Carol (sternly): Greg. Why didn’t you tell me?

Greg: I was gonna…

Cindy: He asked Alice to patch it up so it wouldn’t show.

Greg: You little blabber mouth!

Carol: That’ll do, Greg. I’ll talk to you later. (Greg leaves) Cindy, do you remember that little talk we had at breakfast this morning?

Cindy: You mean about the guppy?

Carol: No. Your father and I warned you about tattling.

Cindy: I didn’t mean to get Greg in trouble. If I really wanted to, I would’ve told you about the time that he…

Carol: Cindy, Cindy, Cindy.

(The next scene has Mike coming home from work.)

Carol: Hi, honey.

Mike: Hi, love. (He kisses her) Well, what exciting events did I miss around here today?

Carol: Hmm, exciting. Let’s see. Well, for one thing, I saved you some money.

Mike: Oh yeah, how did you do that?

Carol: Well, all the sales started downtown and I didn’t buy anything.

Mike: Ha-ha, that’s what I call exciting.

(He hugs her.)

Carol: Oh yes, and one more thing, Mike. Our little gossip columnist was at it today.

Mike: Uh-oh, who got it this time?

Carol: Greg. (Pause) Well, I think it’s just a phase she’s going through, Mike. You know, the youngest one’s way of getting attention.

Mike: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

Carol: I hope so. (She sees Tiger with one of Mike’s golf balls in his mouth) Tiger! Mike, he’s got your golf ball.

Mike: Tiger! Drop that ball! Tiger! (Tiger gets away to his doghouse) Well, it’s probably chewed up anyway. that dumb dog!

Carol: Well, he was smart enough to get into your golf bag.

Mike: Look, I lose more golf balls in this house than I do on the course. Not to mention shoes and socks. Don’t tell me he’s going through a phase too.

(Alice comes out with a mop.)

Alice: For the fabrics that are best, put your faith in everpressed. You will always look well-dressed, and you never will be messed, up.

Mike: What’s that all about, Alice?

Alice: I’m writing a jingle for the Everpressed Fabric contest. I’ve got to think of a good last line to rhyme with everpressed.

Mike: Not another contest, Alice. Talk about phases, Alice has been going through the longest one in this house.

Alice: Like they say, you can’t lose them all.

Carol: Oh, don’t mind him, Alice. I admire your persistence.

(Mike sees Tiger with his tuxedo vest.)

Mike: Tiger! How did he get my tuxedo vest?

Carol: Honey, I put some things out for the cleaners.

Mike (angry): If that dog puts one tooth mark in that vest…

(He goes after Tiger.)

Alice: That’s it, that’s it. For the fabrics that are best, put your faith in everpressed. You will always look well-dressed, in the east and in the vest.

Carol: Oh, Alice.

Alice: All right, all right. I’ll keep trying.

(The next scene has Bobby in his room. Cindy goes in to talk to him.)

Cindy: Hi, Bobby.

Bobby: What do you want?

Cindy; Will you lend me your skate key?

Bobby: I’m not lending anything to a snitcher.

Cindy: I’m not a snitcher, I just tell it like it is.

Bobby: Well, I’m still not lending you my skate key after the way you squealed on Greg and Peter.

(Mike hears this from the hallway. he walks in the room.)

Cindy: Okay, I’ll tell what you did yesterday.

Bobby: You little fink.

Mike: Hey, Bobby.

Cindy: Daddy, wait till I tell you what Bobby did yesterday.

(Bobby gives her a dirty look.)

Mike: Yes, well, let’s just drop the whole subject, shall we?  Whatever it is.

Cindy: Okay, if you don’t want to know that Bobby used Mommy’s new lipstick to color his skateboard.

Mike: No, I’d…(to Bobby) You used Mommy’s new lipstick to color your skateboard?

(He hits Bobby on the head with a pamphlet he’s carrying. Bobby sticks his tongue out at Cindy.)

(The next scene has Marcia and Jan coming home. Marcia is telling Jan about an incident at school.)

Marcia: And you should have heard Mrs. Denton telling Paula Tardy to go right to the washroom to scrub off the mascara.

Jan: Mascara?

Marcia: Lots of girls use it.

Jan: Wow?

Marcia: And who do you think brought a pair of her mother’s false eyelashes to class?

Cindy (coming up to them): Who?

Marcia: Come on, Jan, I want to show you something. (They start going upstairs) You know, I wish we could move out of our room.

Jan: Why?

Marcia: Suppose one of us talks in our sleep, little miss you-know-who would get up and start taking notes.

(Cindy is outside in the backyard when Bobby is telling Greg about what he did in class.)

Bobby: And when the teacher was writing something on the board, I snuck into the closet.

Greg: Yeah?

Bobby: And I had the lizard in my lunchbox.

(They notice Cindy sitting over by the swing set.)

Greg: Oh, come on, now, let’s get over to the park, maybe we can get up a ball game.

Bobby: Yeah, it suddenly got very crowded out here.

(They leave for the park leaving Cindy dejected. The next scene has Mike and Carol inside in the living room.)

Carol: Well, it looks like the other kids are really teaching Cindy a lesson.

Mike: Oh yeah, you mean she hasn’t tattled on anyone lately?

Carol: No, not for five whole days. And it would have been six except she told me about last Monday.

Mike: What about Monday?

Carol: You think I’m a snitcher?

(Alice comes out with coffee.)

Alice: Anybody for a refill? It’s on the house.

Mike: Oh yeah, please.

Carol: Thanks, Alice.

Mike: How are things in the contest world these days?

Alice: I haven’t heard from them yet. I wonder if I sent in the wrong jingle.

Mike: The wrong one?

Alice: Yeah, I had another one. Everpressed, just right for you. If you are no matter who. Try our fabrics and real soon, in flannel, silk or gabardoon.

Carol: Gabardoon?

Alice: It’s a pun.

Mike (laughing): You mean pune.

Carol (to Mike): Ah, watch the sugar.

(The next scene has Alice mixing a cake in a bowl and Cindy comes in.)

Alice: Hi, Cindy.

Cindy: Can I help?

Alice: Wouldn’t you rather be out playing with the others?

Cindy: Aw, who wants to play those dumb kid games?

Alice: You didn’t think they were dumb kid games a week ago.

Cindy: Well, I was younger then.

Alice: Yeah, I guess you have aged in a whole week.

Cindy: It’s more fun in here with you. Can’t I help?

Alice: Well, I’m just about finished here, honey. Then I got to do my hair and my nails, and iron my dress. Sam’s taking me to a dance tonight.

Cindy: I like Sam.

Alice: Yeah, me too.

Cindy: You going to marry him?

Alice: I sure am. The question is is he going to marry me?

(The doorbell rings and Alice goes to answer it. Cindy is picking at the bowl with her finger and tasting it. The postman is at the door.)

Postman: A registered letter for Alice Nelson.

Alice: That’s me.

Postman: Oh, sign right here.

(Alice signs while Cindy is still tasting the bowl. The phone rings.)

Cindy: I’ll get it, Alice.

Alice (still at the door): it’s from the Everpressed Fabric Company. It must be about the contest. (She starts to open the letter) I’m so nervous.

Cindy (answering the phone): Hello. Oh, hi Sam. this is Cindy. Alice is at the front door with the postman.

(Alice opens the letter and reads it. She won the contest.)

Alice (excited): I won. I won!

(She gives the postman a hug.)

Cindy (on the phone); She’s hugging the postman.

(Meanwhile, Alice is back at the door.)

Cindy: I’m positive. She’s hugging the postman.

Alice: I won! I actually won something! Isn’t that beautiful.

(She’s still hugging him.)

Cindy: I’ll go call her.

Postman: Oh, congratulations.

Cindy: Why don’t you want me to tell it’s you? (Pause) Okay, I promise I won’t tell. Bye.

(Alice comes in with her award letter.)

Alice: Hey Cindy, guess what. I won a prize in the jingle contest.

Cindy: Oh, that’s neat. What did you win?

Alice: They’re going to let me now. Oh, I can’t wait to tell Sam tonight.

(She walks away excited while Cindy looks on, not knowing what to say. The scene fades.)

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(The next scene has Mike and Carol practicing golf in the living room.)

Mike (missing): Whoops.

Carol: That’s too bad Uh, let me show you. Maybe if you just kind of bend your…

Mike: Oh, come on here. It was a break in the carpet and no comment from the gallery.

Carol: Yes, yes, I know.

(Alice comes out all dressed up.)

Alice: Ta-dah, ta-dah. How do I look?

Carol: Well, would you settle for radiant?

Mike: Well, I prefer breathtaking.

Alice: Well, I wouldn’t want to start an argument between you two, so why don’t we just settle on breathtakingly radiant. (Carol gives her a smile) I wonder what’s keeping Sam, he’s usually right on time.

Mike: Oh, he’s probably getting himself all slicked up. It isn’t every night a fellow can take out a contest winner.

Alice: I haven’t told him yet, I’m saving it for a surprise.

Carol: Well, I know one certain party who was surprised.

(She motions over to Mike.)

Mike: Alice, look, if I could remember what I said, I would eat every word, syllable by syllable, I would eat it.

Carol: Alice, you have no idea what you won?

Alice: Only that it’s one of five prizes, they’re going to let me know. (She looks at her watch) Sam is never this late.

Carol; Well, why don’t you call him.

Alice: Yeah, yeah, call him.

Mike: Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something.

Carol: Or maybe he stopped to buy you some flowers.

(Alice gives Sam a call.)

Alice (talking into the phone): Sam, where are you? (Pause) Well, I know you’re home. You answered the phone. (Pause )Why aren’t you here? (Pause) You’re not coming. What about the dance? (Pause) Let the postman take me? What is that supposed to mean? Sam, Sam? (Sam hangs up and Alice is left clueless.) He’s not coming.

Carol: Alice, what was that about the postman?

Alice: I don’t know.

Cindy (coming down the stairs): Isn’t anyone coming up to kiss me good night?

Mike: Yeah, honey, in just a second.

Alice: I just don’t understand what’s gotten into Sam.

Cindy: He sure was sore this afternoon.

Carol: Cindy, when did you speak to Sam?

Cindy: He phoned, when Alice was at the door hugging the postman. Maybe that’s what made him mad.

Alice: I was hugging the postman because I won the contest… how did Sam know that?

Cindy (sheepishly): I told him.

Mike: Oh, Cindy.

Carol: Alice, why don’t you and I go in the kitchen and call Sam back. Maybe between the two of us, we can straighten this thing out.

Alice: Oh, please, Mrs. Brady, Sam is just so jealous.

(They walk out to the kitchen.)

Mike: Yeah, I think the time has come for a little one-sided discussion here. Hop up there. (Cindy sits on top of a chair) I want you to listen to me very carefully. Cindy, you know you’ve done a very bad thing with your tattling.

Cindy: Yes, Daddy.

Mike: I know it’s difficult for a little girl to know what to say and what not to say. Grown-ups have that same problem. But you have to learn when to keep quiet.

Cindy: But what if someone asks me where Mommy is? Can’t I tell them?

Mike: Yes, of course you can.

Cindy: Even if she’s hugging the postman?

Mike: Cindy, the point is that you are not to tattle about other people’s business anymore. Now, I mean ever. Because if you do, you’re going to be punished. Is that clear?

Cindy: Yes, daddy.

Mike: Good, I hope so.

(She gives her a light slap on the lap and Carol comes back out.)

Carol: Well, we just spoke to Sam, everything’s fine. he’ll be right over.(She turns to Cindy) And as for you, young lady.

Cindy: Daddy already told me.

Carol: Well, I hope you were firm enough, Mike.

Cindy: He was.

(Marcia runs down the stairs after Tiger.)

Marcia: Tiger, give me back my paper! That hairy thief, he took it right off my desk!

(She goes back upstairs.)

Mike: That does it, if that hound snitches one more thing, I’m going to ship him off to Siberia.

Cindy: Would you really do that to Tiger, Daddy?

Carol (sternly): Never mind about Tiger, just remember what your father told you.

Cindy: Don’t worry, Mommy, I’ll neve tell on anyone again.

Mike: Yeah, well, I’d like to believe that.

Carol: I’ll believe it when I don’t hear it.

(Upstairs, Marcia and Jan are doing their homework.)

Jan: Marcia, what are the seven wonders of the world?

Marcia: Seven wonders?

Jan: I’ve got six so far.

(Cindy comes in looking unhappy.)

Jan: What’s the matter?

Marcia: What happened downstairs?

Cindy: I can’t tell you. It’s tattling.

Marcia: if Cindy won’t tattle, there’s your seventh wonder.

Jan: Come on, Cindy. You can tell us.

Cindy: I can’t, because it might get someone into trouble.

Marcia: Who?

Cindy: Me and someone else.

Marcia: Who?

Cindy: I can’t tell you!

Jan: Gee, it looks like she’s really changed.

Cindy: Now that I won’t tattle anymore, will you tell me some secrets?

Marcia: We’ll see. let’s not rush into anything.

(The next scene has Cindy playing jacks in the living room with Tiger. The doorbell rings.)

Cindy: Don’t you steal any jacks now, Tiger. (She gets up to answer the door) Who is it?

Postman: Postman.

(She grabs a chair and climbs it to look in the hole. She sees him and opens the door.)

Postman: Registered letter for Alice Nelson.

Cindy: She isn’t here, and I can’t tell you anything else, because I’m not a tattletale anymore.

Postman: Well, you’re a very good girl. Can you sign your name?

Cindy: Uh-huh.

Postman: Good, you can sign right here, and you can give the letter to Alice Nelson.

Cindy: Okay, but I never not give you a hug for it.

Postman: Aw, I guess it’s just one of my unlucky days. (He takes her signature and hands her the letter) Thank you.

Cindy: Bye. (She sets the letter down and resumes playing jacks. Tiger takes the letter and runs off with it) Tiger! Tiger! If you steal one more thing, Daddy might send you to Siberia. Tiger, come back! (She chases Tiger outside. He goes into his doghouse as Carol and Alice come back from shopping) Tiger, they better not catch you with that letter.

Carol: Hi, Cindy. Alice, can you manage?

Alice: Shopping’s getting rougher all the time. First you run out of money buying it, then you run out of arms carrying it home.

Carol: Cindy, what are you doing?

Cindy: Looking for my ball.

Alice: There’s a rubber bone in here someplace for Tiger, maybe it will help curb his appetite for taking things, Tiger!

Cindy: I think he’s kind of busy.

Carol: Well, come on honey, come on in the house. You can help us unpack.

(Mike comes in the front door as the phone rings.)

Mike: Is anybody going to answer that? (The phone rings again) I guess I am. (He picks it up) Hello, yeah, who? Oh, yeah, I’m sure she wants to talk to you. Hang on a second, I’ll see if she’s home, Alice! (He puts the phone down as Carol, Alice and Cindy come in with the groceries) Alice, telephone.

Alice: Got it, Mr. Brady.

Carol (to Cindy): Honey, put this in Mommy’s sewing basket. Will you, please?

Cindy: I have to find Tiger.

Carol: You can do that later dear. Go on.

(Cindy leaves and Mike comes out.)

Mike: It’s the Everpressed Fabric Company.

Alice (picking up the phone): Oh, it must be about the prize. I wonder what I won.

Carol: Well.

Alice: Maybe it’s a trip somewhere. Maybe it’s a fur coat. Maybe it’s a car!

Carol: Alice.

Alice: What?

Carol: Why don’t you ask the man on the phone.

Alice: Yeah, yeah. (She gets on the phone) Hello? Hello. Sorry to keep you waiting. This is Alice Nelson. What did I win?  (She gets excited) What? (She drops a bag of groceries.) Oh, I’m sorry.

Mike: You keep talking, I’ll get it.

Alice: I really won a hi-fi stereo set? What do I have to do to get it? Uh, wait just a second. (She writes down) Yeah, uh, Lloyd’s Stereo Center. Yeah, I know where it is. Yeah, all i have to do is present the certificate you sent me. That sounds simple enough. Wait a minute, what certificate you sent me? You didn’t send me a certificate. (She turns to Mike and Carol) Did I get another registered letter?

Carol: Not that I know of.

Alice (back on the phone): Well, maybe the mails are a little slow. What’s that? (She gets upset) It does? Well, thanks for calling anyway.

(She hangs up.)

Mike: What is it, Alice?

Alice: Well, you know that certificate I didn’t get?

Mike and Carol: Yeah.

Alice: I got to get it to Lloyd’s Stereo Center before midnight tonight before it expires.

Carol: Boy, they sure give you a lot of time.

Alice: If I don’t show up, they keep the prize.

Mike: Well, there’s still a few hours left to find out what happened to that certificate.

Carol: Yeah, hey, you know, maybe it’s stuck in the mailbox. Remember the time a letter did that?

Alice: Maybe the same thing happened to my letter.

Carol: Come on, Alice, let’s look.

Mike: I’ll put the groceries away.

(They head into the living room and Cindy comes down the stairs.)

Carol: Oh, wait a minute, Cindy, do you know anything about a registered letter for Alice?

(Cindy nods.)

Alice: You do, where is it? Did the postman leave it?

(Cindy nods.)

Carol: What did you do with it?

Cindy: Nothing.

Carol; Where did you put it?

Cindy: I didn’t put it. I just took it.

Carol: Well, where is it?

Cindy: You mean exactly?

Carol: Exactly.

Cindy: I don’t know.

Alice: Well, how about approximately?

Carol: Cindy, please. What happened to the letter?

Cindy: But I can’t tell you.

Alice: Sweetheart, I have to know.

Cindy: But I promised not to tattle anymore.

Carol: Well, look dear, this is different. I give you permission to tattle.

Alice: Mrs. Brady, would you order her to tattle?

Carol: Look, Cindy, this letter is very important to Alice. Now, where is it?

Cindy: But I can’t tell you, because it may get Tiger into trouble.

Alice: Tiger! (Cindy puts her hand over her mouth) We might have known.

(Alice is searching Tiger’s doghouse and finds the letter.)

Alice: Aha, I got it!

Carol: Oh, good.

Alice: Got it, Mrs. Brady! With the holes he chewed, it’s gonna look like an IBM card.

Carol: Come on, let’s get it open. (They open it up) Oh, Alice, oh, the certificate’s fine.

Alice: I’ll get down to the store right away. You mind if I take the car?

Carol: No, not at all. (Alice rushes to the car and gets in the driver’s seat) Alice! (Carol goes over to the car) Alice.

Alice: I know, I know, I forgot one little thing. I don’t know how to drive.

(She motions for Mrs. Brady to get in and moves over to the passenger seat.)

(That evening, Carol,  Alice, Cindy, Greg and Marcia are admiring the stereo set, which Alice put in the family room.)

Marcia: It’s beautiful, Alice.

Greg: It’s really terrific.

Carol: Alice, it’s so nice of you to let us keep it in here.

Alice: This way, the whole family can enjoy it.

(Mike comes in with a record album.)

Mike: Hey, have I got a record for you. Wait till you hear it.

Greg (guessing): The three Baboons and Elsie?

Marcia (guessing): The Egg Beaters?

Mike: No, this is music.

(He sings a line from Gilbert and Sullivan’s A Wandering Minstrel I.)

Carol: Mike, Mike, how about the record?

Mike (taking it out of the bag): The best of Gilbert and Sullivan.

Marcia: Is that a new group?

(Carol laughs.)

Mike: New group? These songs have lived for almost a hundred years. Thank you very much, can we play it, Alice?

Alice: Oh yeah, you bet. (She notices something on the stereo) Hey, who’s been playing with this? They left the amplifier on.

(Cindy starts to walk away.)

Mike: Cindy, did you do that?

Cindy: No, and please don’t ask me who did. I’m not gonna tattle on my mommy.

(Carol starts to walk away but Mike stops her and everyone laughs. the scene fades out.)

(The final scene has Alice counting jelly beans from a huge bowl. She is up to 4,518 and Carol and Greg come in.)

Carol: Hi, Alice, what are you doing?

Alice: It’s a contest.

Carol: Oh no, not another one.

Alice: I could win it, I’m on a lucky streak, one in a row.

Greg: A jellybean contest?

Alice: Yeah, that market on Eighth Street has got a big barrel full of them. You have to guess how many. They got some great prizes.

Greg: I like the green one.

Carol: I’ll take the yellow one.

Alice: Ah, ah, no, not while I’m counting, please. (They put them back) I’m trying to win something for Cindy for not tattling anymore.

Carol: Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you, Alice. But I’ll bet these jellybeans cost more than the prizes are worth.

Alice: They have some pretty nice things, dollhouses, bicycles.

Greg: Wow. You know, this looks like a million of them.

Alice: I figure there are about 40 bowlfuls in that barrel. So all I have to do is fill up this bowl once and multiply it by 40, simple.

Carol: Why don’t you just multiply it half full and multiply it by 80.

Alice: Don’t confuse me, now, where was I? Uh, 4,518. Or was that 5,418? You must have heard me counting when you came in. Which one was it?

Greg: 5,418.

Carol: No, I think it was 4,518.

(Alice empties the bowl and counts again from scratch. Carol takes a yellow jelly bean.)

                                     THE END

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S2 E9 The Not-so-ugly Duckling

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The Not-so-ugly Duckling

Written by Paul West

Jan’s first crush is a boy named Clark Tyson. However, he decides he likes Marcia better, causing Jan some self-esteem issues. Hope you enjoy the review.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BEADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

CLARK TYSON

CLERK AT DRUG STORE

(The episode begins with Jan and her classmate, Clark Tyson, doing homework in the family room. )

Jan: Clark.

Clark: Huh?

Jan: This map of the United States I’m drawing looks kinda weird.

(Clark comes over to look.)

Clark: Oh, it would look better if you hadn’t forgotten Baja, California.

Jan: Yeah, I guess that would help.

(Jan goes out to the kitchen to get a snack.)

Carol: How’s the homework going?

Jan: Terrific. Clark’s so wonderful. So super. I can’t believe it.

Alice: I’ll take one just like him in the big economy size.

(She goes back in to resume her homework.)

Carol: Little girls are so funny. Jan was so worried she’d have a boyfriend.

Alice: Well, let’s face it. 11 years old. She’s not getting any younger.

Marcia (coming in the kitchen): Mom, have you or Alice seen my math book?

Alice: I think it’ in the family room, Marcia.

Marcia: Thanks.

Carol: Marcia, honey, Jan and Clark Tyson are in there studying.

Marcia: I won’t disturb them. (She walks in the family room) Hi.

Jan: Hi. Clark, this is my sister, Marcia. This is Clark Tyson.

Clark (friendly): Hi!

Marcia: Hi.

(Clark looks at Marcia with admiration.)

Jan: We’re studying for a geography test tomorrow.

Marcia: Well, I’ll get right out of your way.

Clark: No hurry. (Marcia gets her book and leaves) Wow, you’ve got a neat sister.

Jan: You think so?

Clark: Wow, how did you get a sister like her?

Jan: Just lucky I guess.

(Jan gets depressed as the scene fades out. The next scene has her coming home from school.)

Jan: Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.

Carol: Hi, honey.

Mike: How was your day?

Jan: Just terrible. The worst, just the worst. I’m so mad I could…oh, am I mad!

Mike: Something happen at school?

Jan: Something didn’t happen at school. Clark didn’t even look at me. I saw him at lunch, and I passed him in the hall five times.

Carol: Maybe he had something else on his mind.

Jan: He sure did, Marcia.

Mike: Marcia?

Jan: Yes, Marcia. It’s all her fault.

(She goes upstairs to her room.)

Mike: What’s Marcia got to do with Clark?

Carol: Well I’m not sure, but I think our blue-eyed daughter has been smitten by the green-eyed monster.

(Upstairs, Marcia is combing her hair when Jan comes in.)

Jan (smugly): Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all.

Marcia: Hi, what’s with you?

Jan: What I want to know is, what’s with you and Clark Tyson?

Marcia: Who?

Jan: Don’t pretend you don’t remember, after what you did yesterday, when Clark and I were studying. And you came slinking in.

(Jan tries to imitate the way Marcia walked in.)

Marcia: Oh, him, your little friend at school.

Jan: He’s not my little friend from school, he’s taller than I am and he’s the best looking boy in my class. You came in there on purpose just to turn on your icky old charm.

Marcia: Are you kidding? Why would I be interested in him? He’s only a child and I’m a woman.

Jan: He’s not a child, he’s 12.

Marcia: You’re being ridiculous. All I did was walk into the room and pick up my book.

Jan: Well, if that’s all, why did his eyes nearly pop out of his head?

Marcia (smiling): I can’t help it if his eyes popped.

Jan: you were trying to steal my boyfriend and you know it.

Marcia: I just came in for my book.

Jan: Then why did he drool over you and pay no attention to me?

Marcia: Jan, if boys don’t find you attractive, don’t blame it on me.

(Marcia turns around to continue combing her hair. Jan leaves the room upset. Carol and Mike come in.)

Carol: Marcia, what is going on between you and Jan?

Marcia: I don’t know, Mom. She came in here accusing me of stealing her boyfriend. Imagine, a mature person like me trying to steal a 12 year-old.

Mike: Well, you must have done something, honey.

Marcia: Not a thing, honest. Yesterday when she was studying with Clark, and I went in to get my book, I said hi. Now what’s wrong with that?

Carol: Well, it all depends on how you said it. Hi or hi.

Marcia (laughing): Mom, there’s nothing more than sibling rivalry. (Mike and Carol look confused) That means competition between brothers and sisters.

Mike: Oh, gee, I’m glad you cleared that up. As long as you’re smart enough to know what it means, let’s see if you’re smart enough to help put a stop it.

Marcia: I’ll do everything I can, but it’s really up to Jan.

(Next, Jan goes in the boys’ room to talk to Greg.)

Jan: Greg.

Greg: Yeah?

Jan: You busy?

Greg: Yeah. What do you want?

Jan: I need some advice.

Greg: Okay. (He sits down at the desk) Shoot.

Jan: It’s about boys.

Greg: I thought you shrewd females knew all about us poor, dumb guys.

Jan: Well, this is for a friend of mine. (She sits on his bed) You see, she met this real cute guy and everything was groovy. Until then, all of a sudden, she lost interest. Why would a guy do this (Pause) to my friend? Just lose interest.

Greg: Maybe she’s using the wrong kind of toothpaste.

Jan: I’m serious, Greg.

Greg: Well, how should I know? The guy probably found something about her he didn’t like.

Jan: Such as what?

Greg: Well, maybe she’s got a face that’d scare snakes.

Jan: She has not?

Greg: Is she too fat?

Jan (looking at her stomach): No.

Greg: Too thin?

Jan: No.

Greg: Then it’s got to be her crummy face. Who is it?

Jan: Just some unfortunate girl. Thanks, Greg.

(Jan leaves and we see her in the bathroom in the next scene.)

Jan (looking in the mirror): Yuck! It’s my crummy face. Greg was right. Rotten freckles.

(The next scene has Mike and Carol in the kitchen. Mike smells something.)

Mike: Cinnamon cookies!

Alice: They’re Jan’s favorites. I thought I’d make some to cheer her up.

Carol: Well, I guess a shattered romance can be pretty rough at that age.

Mike: Oh, yeah, I remember when I was 10 or 11, I had a big crush on a girl. Had three teeth missing in front.

Carol: You or the girl.

Mike: No, the girl. Yeah, she was all gums but I loved her. Threw me over for a kid who could whistle through his nose.

(He demonstrated how the kid did it.)

Carol (laughing): Oh, Mike.

Alice: I once had an offer of marriage when I was seven. Looking back I should’ve taken it.

(Jan comes in the kitchen.)

Jan: Mom, can I go to the store, please?

Carol: Well, don’t be long, dear, dinner’s almost ready.

Jan: Who can eat?

(She leaves.)

Carol: I wish there was something we can do to make her feel better.

Alice: Maybe we can give her some of her birthday presents in advance.

Mike: Hey, better than that, how about a surprise birthday party.

Carol: Wonderful. A party’s a sure cure for the blues.

Alice: With balloons and steamers and cake and ice cream and everything?

Mike: The works!

(Next, Alice rounds up the other kids to plan the party.)

Alice: Now, this is a very important meeting. High-level, top secret stuff.

Greg: Jan isn’t here yet.

Alice: That’s the whole point. We’re planning her surprise birthday party for Saturday night.

Marcia: A surprise party?

Bobby: Neat-o.

Greg: What do you want us to do?

Cindy: We’ll do anything?

Peter: Just tell us.

Alice: Cindy, you’re in charge of putting the candles on the birthday cake. You know how many to put on?

Cindy: Sure, I can even count high enough to put candles on your cake.

Alice: That many candles would be against the fire laws.

(The kids laugh.)

Alice: Marcia, you have the honor of baking the cake.

Marcia: Oh, great. Let’s see, I’ll bake a double chiffon, orange, three layer, upside down, with pink frosting and peppermint sherbet filling.

Alice: Bobby, you’re gonna be in charge of blowing up the balloons.

Peter: That’s a good job for him, he’s a windbag.

(Bobby makes a gibberish comeback.)

Alice: Greg, you and Peter will be in charge of the decorations. Balloons, paper steamers, all that jazz. Now, any questions?

Bobby: Who’s in charge of the ice cream?

Alice: Oh, that’s my department.

Bobby: Want to trade? You can blow up balloons and I can be in charge of the ice cream.

Alice: Are you kidding? That would be like putting a mouse in charge of cheese.

(Bobby looks bummed and Cindy laughs.)

(The next scene has Jan down at the drug store, disguising herself in a veil and sunglasses. The clerk comes to greet her.)

Clerk: Something for you, young lady?

Jan: Oh, I was just looking around. Do you have any kind of, um, well, something to get rid of freckles?

Clerk: Freckles?

Jan: It’s for a friend of mine.

Clerk: For a friend of yours, hmmm. I suppose these freckles she has are a real big problem.

Jan: They’re ruining her life.

Clerk: Oh, that’s too bad.

Jan: Making her a social outcast.

Clerk: Oh, that is a shame. Pretty girl, I suppose, if it wasn’t for those old freckles.

Jan: Well, she’s not bad looking. I mean, not really ugly or anything, it’s just…

Clerk: Those old freckles.

Jan: I can see you understand.

Clerk (laughing): Indeed I do.

Jan: Well, is there anything I can, I mean, she can use?

Clerk: Well, there’s some creams and ointments, but I wouldn’t recommend them. (Jan gets bummed.) You might suggest to your friend that a little lemon wouldn’t hurt. And stay out of the sun, too.

Jan: I sure will. Thank you.

(The clerk laughs and she leaves. Next, Bobby and Cindy are in the girls’ room hiding Jan’s presents.)

Bobby: We got to hide these birthday presents someplace where Jan won’t look.

Cindy: Hey, how about under my bed.

Bobby: Sure.

(They put them under the bed but they hear Jan come in.)

Bobby: Yikes!

Cindy: Get under the bed!

(Jan comes in the room with a bowlful of lemons. She cuts one up while Bobby and Cindy look on.)

Bobby (to Cindy): What’s she doing with lemons?

(Jan puts one half of the lemon on her face.)

Cindy: I guess she wants sour skin.

(She takes the bowl and goes into the bathroom with it. She rubs the lemon on her face some more and she hears Greg and Peter come in.)

Peter: You should have seen the neat girl Clark Tyson and I walked home with. her name is Jenny Wilmer. Talk about cool.

Greg: Yeah, I saw her. She’s not bad.

Peter: She’s really neat. All the guys in my class are flipped.

Greg: Well, I only saw her from a distance.

Peter: She’s even better up close. Crazy eyes, and lots of freckles. Boy, do they make her look out of sight.

(Jan looks at herself in the mirror.)

Jan: There goes your last excuse. It isn’t the freckles, it’s just dumb old you.

(She starts to cry as the scene fades out.)

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(The next scene has Bobby coming down the stairs just as Mike and Carol were about to call the kids for dinner.)

Carol: Bobby honey, would you mind telling everybody dinner is ready?

Bobby: Okay, but what’s the matter with Jan? She sure is acting funny.

Mike: In what way?

Bobby: Well, first she rubbed a lemon on her face, and then she started crying.

Carol: Lemon?

(They go upstairs to talk to Jan. She’s laying on her bed looking morose.)

Carol: Jan. Dinner’s about ready.

Jan: I’m not hungry.

Mike: Hey, hey, what’s the problem? Come on, let’s talk about it.

Jan: There’s nothing to talk about.

Mike: Jan, you’ll only make it worse keeping it to yourself.

Jan: Nobody understands.

Carol (sitting on the bed beside her): Oh, I think we do, Jan. Clark Tyson’s just one boy. One of these days you’ll meet another one.

Mike: You sure will. Hundreds of them.

Carol: You mustn’t feel left out because you don’t have a boyfriend now.

Jan (rising): But I do have a boyfriend.

Mike: Oh, you do.

Jan: He’s one of the nicest boys in the school. And he thinks I’m super cool.

Carol: Oh, that’s wonderful Jan. What’s his name?

Jan: His name is George.

Carol: George what?

Jan: George, uh, (she notices a glass on the other side of the room) Glass. George Glass. I’ll go wash up for dinner, I’m starved.

(She goes to wash up. Carol and Mike are a little skeptical.)

Carol (to Mike): A minute ago, she was never going to eat again. Now she’s starved and has a new boyfriend.

Mike: Hmm, well, go figure out a woman. Even her size.

(They leave the room as we move on to the next scene. Peter is showing Carol and Mike a psychedelic painting he made for Jan as a birthday gift.)

Mike: Wow, that’s pretty wild.

Carol: Way out.

Mike: That’s really something.

Carol: What is it?

Peter: A painting.

Mike: Yeah, the idea has occurred to us.

Peter: I painted it for Jan’s birthday Saturday.

Carol: Oh, she’ll love it, Peter. But you may have to explain what it is.

Peter: It’s supposed to be an elephant walking through some woods.

Mike: Oh, yeah, of course, it’s an elephant.

Carol: Oh, sure, I can see it clearly now. There’s the old elephant right there.

(She points at something on the picture.)

Peter: That’s a clump of trees. the elephant’s over here.

(He taps to where he imagines it is.)

Mike: Oh, well, with this light in here, it’s kind of hard to see.

(The next scene has Jan walking through the kitchen and sees Carol.)

Jan: Hi, Mom.

Carol: Hi, honey. How’s the new boyfriend?

Jan: Huh?

Carol: George.

Jan: Oh, George. terrific. Every day at school he carries my books and my tray in the cafeteria. He’s out of sight.

Mike (coming in): I’m home. (He sees Jan) Hi, pumpkin.

Jan: Hi, Daddy.

(He hugs her and pats her butt. She heads upstairs and runs into Greg and Peter.)

Peter: Hey, what doe she look like?

Jan: Who?

Peter: George, your new boyfriend.

Jan: Oh, he’s sort of tall and dark and handsome.

Greg: How come you never said anything about him?

Jan: I don’t go around blabbing. What’s so unusual about having a new boyfriend?

Greg: It just seems funny you never said anything about him.

Peter: Yeah, how come he never phones or anything?

Jan: Don’t worry, he will.

(She goes upstairs and into the parents’ room. She gets on the phone.)

Jan: Hello, operator? Will you call back on 762-0799? There may be something wrong with our bell. Thank you.

(She leaves the room and goes down the stairs, just as the family is getting ready for dinner. The phone rings and Greg heads over to get it.)

Jan (rushing to the phone): I’ll get it.

Greg: Sure.

Jan: Hello. This is Jan. Oh, hi, George. It’s so thoughtful of you to call. Excuse me, George. (She gets off for a minute to talk to peter and Greg) Do you mind? this is a personal phone call. Yes, George. I’m listening.

(Mike goes over to Greg and Peter.)

Mike: Okay, you guys.

(He gets them to give Jan her privacy. We move to the next scene, with the family at the dinner table.)

Marcia: The other girls were absolutely green with envy when this real cute boy started talking to me.

Mike (laughing): What boy? Gordon?

Marcia: Oh, Dad. I’m talking about Tommy.

Carol: Oh, Mike. You’re out of it. Gordon was weeks ago.

Greg: You need a computer to keep up with her boyfriends.

(Alice comes out to serve more food. Jan rushes to the family room.)

Jan (to Alice): We forgot the pickles.

Alice: Well, I’ll get them.

Jan: No, I’ll go.

(She gets on the phone and calls the operator again.)

Jan: Hello, operator, we’re having trouble with our phone. Will you call back at 762-0799, please. Thank you.

(She goes out to join the family and Alice goes back in the kitchen.)

Alice: Hey, where are the pickles?

Jan: I guess we’re out of them. (She sits down for dinner and the phone rings again.) I’ll get it.

(She gets up and almost bumps into Alice, who comes out to serve biscuits to the family.)

Alice: Ah, I’ll put up a sign saying watch out for housekeeper crossing highway.

Carol: Oh, thanks, Alice.

Alice: Here you go, Greg.

(Jan rushes to the phone.)

Jan: Hello. Oh, hi George. Sure I can talk. It’s so sweet of you to call, George.

(Alice sees this and goes out to the family to announce Jan’s newfound romance.)

Alice: King George is back on the line.

Greg: His father must own the phone company.

Marcia: Boy, is he giving her the rush.

(The next scene has Mike in his den. Carol comes in to see him.)

Carol: Mind an interruption, dear?

Mike: No.

Carol: I have an inspiration.

Mike: Bring it in, I can use one.

Carol: Well, you know how crazy Jan is about George.

Mike: Yeah.

Carol: Well, why don’t we invite him to her birthday party. That way, she’d have a double surprise.

Mike: Hey, you’re right. that is an inspiration. Of course, we’ll have to find George without letting Jan know.

Carol: Right. Well, I’ll round up the other kids and put them on his trail.

(The next day, Peter comes home and sees Carol, who’s in her room.)

Peter: Hi, Mom.

Carol: Hi, honey. How did it go? what about George?

Peter: I couldn’t find him. There’s no George in Jan’s class.

(Later on, Marcia comes home and sees Mike in his den.)

Marcia: Hi, Dad.

Mike: Hi, honey. Oh, wait a minute. What’s the word on George?

Marcia: A mystery, dad. Really?

Mike: What do you mean?

Marcia: I checked in the attendance office. There’s no George Glass in the whole school.

(Mike looks surprised. Carol and Greg come in with more news.)

Carol: Well, Mike, the mystery of George deepens.

Mike: Oh, yeah, how do you mean?

Greg: I covered this whole area, and there’s no George Glass in this part of town.

Mike: Well, that’s strange.

Greg: Sorry.

Carol: Well, you tried, Greg.

(Greg leaves the den.)

Carol: Mike, are you thinking the same thing I’m thinking?

Mike: Mmm hmm, there’s no George Glass, period.

Carol: Exactly.

Mike: Why honey? Why this problem with boys? She’s bright and attractive.

Carol: I wish I knew. We’d have to ask a boy.

(The next scene has Clark in the kitchen.)

Clark: What did you want to ask me about, Mrs. Brady? (Carol hands him a dish of ice cream) Thank you.

Carol: Well, Clark, we’ve been curious about something. And since you’re in Jan’s class, we thought you might be able tot ell us.

Clark: Well, I’ll try.

Carol: It’s about Jan. How do the boys feel about her?

Clark: They all like her.

Carol: They do.

Clark: Yeah, she’s a real good guy.

Clark: Guy? Clark, Jan is a girl.

Clark: Yeah, but she doesn’t look too much like one. She doesn’t wear groovy clothes and all that kind of stuff.

Carol: You don’t say.

Clark: She’s a swell guy.

Carol: Thanks, Clark. I get the picture.

(The next scene has Peter and Clark outside playing catch, while Peter is helping Marcia  washing the car.)

Clark (to Peter): Good arm.

(Mike comes out with a camera.)

Marcia: Dad! No pictures, I look terrible!

Mike: I’ll make sure to keep you off-camera. (He turns around) Okay, let’s go, Jan.

(Jan comes out wearing a nice dress and Mike takes her picture. Clark is so impressed he drops the ball and looks in bewilderment and admiration. Peter and Marcia look on happily.)

Jan (coming up to Clark): Hi.

Clark: Gee, I didn’t even know it was you.

Jan: Yeah, this (the dress) is kinda dumb, isn’t it?

Clark: What’s so dumb about it? I think it’s cool.

Jan: You mean you like it?

Clark: Yeah, I like it. You make a great looking girl. Wow!

Jan: Gee, thanks.

(Everybody around looks on happily. The next scene has Jan coming home to her surprise party. All her guests come out and yell happy birthday and surprise. Marcia hugs her while the other kids throw confetti on her while Mike and Carol look on with delight.)

Clark (coming up to her): Happy Birthday, Jan.

Jan: Oh, gee, thanks Clark. (She goes up to Carol and Mike.) Mom, Dad, it’s terrific. I couldn’t have been more surprised.

Mike: Yeah. One thing, though. How about George?

Jan: Oh, it doesn’t really matter. I’ve given George up. To me, he doesn’t even exist anymore.

(The scene fades. the final scene has the party going on while Mike and Carol are cutting the cake for guests.)

Carol (to a guest): A piece for you. Just one second.

(Mike gives the kid a scoop of ice cream.)

Mike: One scoop coming up. Wham-o.

(Another guests comes for more cake.)

Carol: Seconds? Well, that must be good cake. There you go.

Mike (scooping him ice cream): Wham-o #2. (He throws away the empty ice cream carton while having a small piece of the cake)  That’s good. (He turns to Carol) have you tasted this?

Carol: Yeah, it’s thick and rich and gooey. (She takes another taste) Just the way I love it.

Mike: Well, I think the party’s a swinging success.

Carol: Yep, one down, two to go.

Mike: What do you mean?

Carol: Well, first, Marcia had a boyfriend problem, then it was Jan. Cindy’s next.

Mike: Cindy? She’s only 8 years old. She won’t be interested in boys for (Pause) a couple weeks yet. (They notice a boy kiss Cindy’s cheek) I think I’d like to amend that prediction.

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S2 E8 A Fistful Of Reasons

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A Fistful Of Reasons

Written by Tam Spiva

A bully named Buddy Hinton teases Cindy because of her lisp. Peter tries to stop him but gets a black eye instead. Hope you enjoy the script.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

BUDDY HINTON

MR. HINTON, Buddy’s father

MRS. HINTON, Buddy’s father.

(The episode begins when Cindy comes home and wipes a tear from her eye. She goes through the kitchen to go upstairs. Alice is in the kitchen.)

Alice: Hi, Cindy, did Bobby come home with you? (Cindy walks by without answering) Where’s Bobby? Did he stay at the playground?

(Carol comes in the kitchen.)

Alice: You know, I think I just got snubbed, by Cindy.

Carol: Cindy?

Alice: Mmm hmm.

Carol: Oh, that’s not like her, Alice.

Alice: No, I guess she’s got something else on her mind.

Carol: Oh, I’m sure that’s it.

(Cindy goes to her room and cries as the scene fades out.)

(The next scene has Carol calling the kids for dinner.)

Carol: Come on everybody, dinner’s ready! Come on.

(Peter comes down the stairs first. Bobby follows and then Marcia.)

Mike (to Carol): Maybe we ought to stick a traffic light in there.

(Marcia starts passing by them.)

Carol: Where’s Jan and Cindy?

Marcia: Jan’s getting washed and Cindy won’t come down.

Mike: Won’t come down, why?

Marcia: She won’t say. In fact, she won’t talk at all.

(Mike and Carol go upstairs to see Cindy. She’s laying on her bed sideways. When they knock, she gets up and pretends she is studying.)

Carol (coming in the room with Mike); Cindy, aren’t you coming to dinner?

(Cindy shakes her head no.)

Mike: Don’t you feel well, sweetheart?

Carol: You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?

(Again, she shakes her head no.)

Mike: You angry with one of your sisters? (She again gives the no gesture) One of your brothers? (Again she motions no)

Carol: Cindy, honey, won’t you tell us what’s the matter?

Mike (sitting on the bed): Cindy, you know, whatever the trouble is, we can’t help you if you don’t talk to us.

(Carol sits on the bed with her and Mike.)

Carol: Honey, what is it?

Cindy: They said I talk funny.

Mike: They what?

Cindy: They said I talk like a baby.

Carol: Who said?

Cindy: The kids at school, especially that mean old Buddy Hinton. He always teases me because I lisp.

Mike: Well, that shows you what they know. Did you know a lot of children lisp?

Cindy: They do?

Mike: Why sure? I think in your case it’s just a lazy s.

Cindy: A lazy s.

Mike: Mmm hmm.

Carol: Listen, I used to lisp when I was a little girl, but now I say things really swell.

Mike: You know, I bet we can do something to help you get over that lisp.

Cindy: What?

Mike: Well, you know those tongue twister books of Bobby’s? We can pick out some with a whole lot of s’s in them, and you can practice them. All right?

Cindy: Sure, let’s do it now.

(Mike laughs and they go downstairs for dinner. The next scene has Cindy practicing with Mike and Carol in the family room.)

Mike: Silly Sammy Skunk sat on a stump.

Cindy: That’s an awful lot of s’s.

Mike: I know, that’s the point, now you try.

Cindy: Silly Sammy Skunk sat on a…

(Cindy looks discouraged)

Carol: Let’s try this one, honey. Seven silver swans swam silently seaward.

Cindy: Seven silver swans swam silently… it doesn’t sound any better.

Mike: Well now, honey, you can’t expect a change right away.

Carol: That’s right. Listen, I think you had enough for tonight. Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for bed, okay?

Cindy: Okay.

(She kisses Mike good night.)

Mike: Now listen, Cindy, now don’t give up now. You keep practicing, hmm?

Cindy: Okay, and soon I’ll speak swell.

Carol: Good night, honey.

(Cindy kisses her good night and goes upstairs.)

Mike (to Carol): Say, did you really lisp as a child?

Carol: I sure did. Only it was worse for me.

Mike: How come?

Carol: Well, I grew up in Swampscott, Massachusetts.

(She and Mike laugh. Alice is going over a few tongue twisters with Cindy in the next scene. Alice, however, has a harder time with the s’s than Cindy.)

Alice: Umm, all right, now let’s try this one. She sells seashells by the seashore.

(Cindy gets them all wrong.)

Alice: That’s not quite right. Listen again, honey. She shells sh… Sea sells… She shells… Well, you know Cindy, I’m really kind of busy. I have to get ready for shupper.

(Next, the boys are helping Cindy.)

Peter: Sss.

Cindy: Shh.

Greg and Bobby: Sss

Greg; All right, now, say the word.

Cindy: Thailboat!

(The boys look dejected. Cindy is next in her room practicing, with Marcia doing her homework.)

Cindy (in her lisp): She sells seashells by the seashore. She sells seashells by the seashore. She sells by the seashore.

Marcia: Cindy, would you mind practicing somewhere else? Arithmetic is kinda hard.

Cindy: So are s’s.

(Marcia gives a frustrated look. Cindy resumes practicing. We cut into the next day, with her continuing to practicing at school.)

Cindy: Seven silver swans swam silently seaward. Seven silver swans swam silently seaward.

(Buddy Hinton is standing at a tree stump.)

Buddy: Baby talk, baby talk, it’s a wonder you can walk.

Cindy: You stop that, Buddy Hinton.

Buddy: Stop that. Aw, witty bitty baby talk. Let’s hear witty bitty baby talk say something. Come on, say something.

(Peter gives an angry look and rushes to Cindy’s defense.)

Peter: Cut that out, Buddy!

Buddy: Baby, baby, what did you say?

Peter: Quit teasing my sister!

Buddy: You want me to quit, then you make me! Come on, make me! (He pushes Peter) Come on, scaredy cat, make me!

Peter: Well… just stop teasing, that’s all. (He walks away) Come on, Cindy. just don’t pay any attention to him.

Buddy: Baby talk and scaredy cat. hey chicken, hey Peter chicken.

(Later on, Peter is in his room, sulking over what Buddy said, while Cindy is trying to console him.)

Cindy: Some chickens are nice, Peter.

Peter: Come on, Cindy.

(Greg and Bobby come in the room.)

Greg: Cindy, do you mind? We have to talk to Peter, and it’s man’s business.

Bobby: Yeah, man’s business.

(Cindy leaves the room and closes the door. Greg takes peter aside.)

Greg: We heard all about what happened in school, that goon, Buddy Hinton. He’s been shooting his mouth off all around your school.

Bobby: He says you’re chicken.

Greg: Well, what happened.

Peter: What did he say happened?

Greg: He said you chickened out of a fight.

Peter: I didn’t chicken out of any fight. I just didn’t feel very much like fighting, that’s all.

(Greg and Bobby look at him with disbelief. Mike comes home.)

Mike (to Carol): Hi, honey.

Carol: Mike, would you go right up and talk to Peter?

Mike (setting his briefcase down): That’s one nice thing about having six kids, you can always come home to a crisis.

Carol: Well, Peter’s really feeling low.

Mike: What happened?

Carol: Well, you know that boy, Buddy Hinton, who’s always teasing Cindy.

Mike: Yeah.

Carol: Peter told him to stop and, well, the boy wanted to fight and Peter didn’t. So the boy called Peter a chicken, and…

Mike: And I better go up and talk to Peter.

(He takes some dishes Carol just washed and gives them to her to put away. He takes his briefcase and goes upstairs, where Greg and Bobby are trying to encourage Peter to fight.)

Greg: You got to, Peter, you got to fight him.

Peter: Have you guys taken a look at Buddy Hinton lately? He’s big.

Greg; He’s not so big.

Peter: Maybe not to you, but he’s big to me.

Bobby: He looks kind of big to me, too.

(Mike walks in the room.)

Greg: If you don’t fight him, everybody’s gonna call you a coward.

Peter: Dad, does it make me a coward if I don’t fight a guy?

Mike: No, of course not. Are you kidding?

Greg: Well, if he bothers her again, I know how to handle him.

Mike: Oh, just a second, Greg, this is Peter’s problem, and fighting isn’t the answer to everything. If it were, why, the biggest and the strongest would always be right. That doesn’t make any sense, does it? (to Peter) Did you try reasoning with Buddy Hinton? Explaining to him why she shouldn’t tease Cindy?

Peter: He wasn’t exactly in a talking mood.

Mike: You might have tried, anyway. Reasoning, calm, cool reasoning. That’s a lot better than violence, and it’s the only sensible way to settle differences, okay. (he turns to leave the room) Clean up before dinner.

Peter: Dad’s right. If Buddy starts teasing Cindy again, I’ll just reason with him.

(The next day at school, Peter and Cindy run into Buddy again.)

Buddy: Well, if it isn’t baby talk and her big brother, chicken.

Cindy: You leave us alone.

Buddy (to Peter): What about you, chicken, have you learned how to cackle yet?

Peter: Cut it out, Buddy.

Buddy: Baby talk, baby talk.

Peter: I told you to stop teasing.

Buddy (moving closer to Peter): make me!

Peter: Fighting’s dumb, Buddy.

Buddy: Oh, is that so?

Peter: Yeah, let’s try reasoning together.

(The next scene has Peter at home in the kitchen with Mike, Carol and Alice, sporting a black eye.)

Peter: Buddy isn’t much on reasoning.

Mike (checking his eye): You mean he took a poke at you while you were still talking to him?

Peter: I didn’t get very far.

Carol: Well, I think that’s terrible. Just what kind of a boy is this Buddy Hinton?

Peter: Well, he’s a good hitter.

(Alice goes to the refrigerator and gets a raw steak.)

Alice: Here, put this on your eye.

Peter: What is it?

Alice: Well, it’s Tiger’s dinner, but I think it’s going to do you a little more good than it will him.

(Peter puts the steak over his eye. Mike gives an angry look.)

Mike: That settles it!

(He starts to walk toward the door.)

Carol: Wait a minute, Mike! Mike! Where are you going?

Mike: To talk to Buddy Hinton’s father. We can’t have this going on all the time.

Carol: Now, you’re not going over there to get into a fight.

Mike: Of course not. I’m just going to reason with him. Reasoning, calm, cool reasoning.

(Mike arrives at the Hinton house. Mr. Hinton is outside working on the barbecue.)

Mike: Mr. Hinton?

Hinton: That’s right.

Mike: Hi, I’m Mike Brady, I’m Peter’s father.

(They shake hands.)

Hinton: Oh, how’s your kid’s eye?

Mike: Well, he’s got a real shiner.

Hinton: Too bad your kid don’t know how to fight.

Mike: Yeah, well, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about. (Pause) I suppose you know what’s been going on.

Hinton: Sure, my kid tells me everything.

Mike: Did Buddy tell you that he hit Peter when he was just trying to talk to him?

Hinton: He’s just sore because he doesn’t know how to fight.

Mike: Did Buddy tell you the whole thing got started when he was teasing my youngest daughter?

Hinton: So what, kids are kids, they’re always picking on each other.

Mike: Well, you don’t care if Buddy picks on little girls, I mean, little, little girls.

Hinton (defensive): Look, I don’t tell my kid who to pick on?

Mike: Maybe you ought to tell him not to pick on anybody.

Hinton: What are you trying to do, preach to me?

Mike: No, no, I’m just trying to discuss this in an adult manner.

Hinton: Well, don’t tell me what to do. Buzz off. off my property. Or would you like to be helped.

Mike: You think you can do that? I’m not a little girl, you know.

(Hinton gets up and mike finds he is a few inches taller than him.)

Hinton: You, I can handle.

Mike: You, I’d like to see try. (Mike hears his inner voice repeating his claim of just going to reason with Mr. Hinton. Mike looks up.)  Oh, shut up.

(Mike walks away in disgust. He comes home and tells Carol about his encounter.)

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Mike: No wonder Buddy Hinton acts like that, his father’s twice as bad.

Carol: What happened?

Mike: He couldn’t care less if his son beats up on people, or teases little girls. That’s just fine with him.

Carol: Oh, Mike, he couldn’t be that unconcerned.

Mike: From now on, Peter has my permission to defend himself.

Carol: You mean you want the two boys to fight?

Mike: No, honey, I don’t want them to fight, but if Buddy Hinton starts pushing Peter around, then he doesn’t have to stand there like a,a,a, sitting duck.

Carol: Stand there like a sitting duck?

Mike: Sit there like a sitting duck. What’s the difference? The point is, from now on, Peter can defend himself.

Carol: You’re as bad as Mr. Hinton.

(She gets up.)

Mike: Where are you going?

Carol: To talk to Mr. Hinton.

Mike: What good will that do?

Carol: You men are always fighting, it’s your make ego. Woman are different. We’ll just sit calmly and work everything out, you’ll see.

(She winks and goes out. Later on, she is having a talk with Buddy’s mother.)

Mrs. Hinton: You are so right, Mrs. Brady. I couldn’t agree more.

Carol: Oh, I knew you would, Mrs. Hinton. I’m sure we can settle this little misunderstanding very simply?

Mrs. Hinton: How would we do that?

Carol: Well, you could just talk to your husband about your son.

Mrs. Hinton: Oh, I couldn’t do that.

Carol: Why not?

Mrs. Hinton: Well, that’s man’s business. If I poke my nose in in hat, Ralph would be terribly upset.

Carol: You men you won’t talk to your husband?

Mrs. Hinton: Ralph has very strong opinions about raising boys.

Carol: Yes, I’m aware of that.

Mrs. Hinton: If I try to talk to him about Buddy, he tells me, buzz off, and of course, I buzz off.

Carol: Well, uh, Mrs. Hinton, I…

Mrs. Hinton: Whatever Ralph thinks is fine with me.

Carol: Well, surely, you must have some feelings on the matter, Mrs. Hinton.

Mrs. Hinton: Oh, I listen to Ralph. And I think you’d be well advised to listen to what Ralph has to say too, Mrs. Brady.

Carol: Frankly, I don’t care what Ralph has to say, Mrs. Hinton.

(Mrs. Hinton gives Carol a mean look. Carol’s conscience repeats back what she said about them sitting calmly and working the matter out.)

Carol: Oh, shut up.

(She gets up and leaves and goes home. Mike is laying on the living room couch when she gets there.)

Mike: Hey.

Carol: You’re right, Mike. You’re absolutely right. From now on, if Peter has to, then let him defend himself.

Mike: Didn’t you have your little woman to woman talk with Mrs. Hinton?

Carol: Oh, I tried, but she’s as bad as her husband.

Mike: I take it negotiations fell through.

Carol: Negotiations, I was the only one negotiating. It was absolutely terrible. It was Ralph this, Ralph that, she couldn’t say anything for herself, everything was Ralph.

Mike: Honey, listen, wait a minute, I’ll negotiate with you anytime.

(He puts his arms around her.)

Carol: Well, I don’t care. I can’t understand a woman being that dependent on her husband.

(Upstairs in the boys’ room, Peter is showing Greg and Bobby some punches he’d wish to give to Buddy Hinton.)

Peter: Pow! Right in the kisser! That’s what I’d do to Buddy Hinton, too bad Mom and Dad are patching things up.

Greg: Yeah, Buddy could stand a good licking. It might stop him from being such a bully.

Bobby: You sure you could lick him?

Peter: Are you kidding?

Bobby: Last time he gave you a black eye.

Peter: That was just a lucky punch.

Greg: How many punches did he throw?

Peter: One.

Bobby: Boy, how lucky can you get.

(Peter pretends to throw some more punches.)

Peter: Twist and roll, twist and roll! Boom, boom, boom.

Bobby (throwing a punch): Boom, Buddy Hinton!

Peter: If I could just get another crack at him, I’ll wipe him out.

Mike (coming in the room): Hi, fellas.

Greg: Hey, Pete’s just showing us how he’s going to take Buddy Hinton.

Bobby: Pete could wipe him out.

Mike: That’s what I’m here to talk to Peter about. Listen, um, your mother and I haven’t been able to get very far with Buddy’s parents, and, well, if Buddy starts a fight again, I think you have the right to defend yourself.

Bobby: Hurray, that’s great!

Greg: Hey, that’s great, Pete. You’re going to get your big…

Mike: I want you to try to reason with him, if that doesn’t work, and he starts something, well (Pause) That’s different.

(Peter looks discouraged and sits on the bed.)

Greg: What’s the matter, Pete.

Mike: Uh, listen, you fellas excuse me for a minute. I want to talk to Peter. I want to make sure he understands.

Bobby: Oh, Dad. We don’t have to do, oh please, Dad, come on.

Greg: Come on, Bobby.

(He and Bobby leave the room while Mike has a talk with Peter.)

Mike: Well, uh, I just thought maybe you might have, uh, something you want to talk to me about. (He sits down besides Peter.) Go on, you can talk.

Peter: I guess not.

Mike: Huh, nothing?

Peter: You know, Dad, I guess I really, I guess I really am a coward.

Mike: Why? You mean because you’re a little bit frightened? Ah, the bravest men in the world get frightened. Heroes get frightened, Peter.

Peter: Honest?

Mike: Why, sure they do. You know, standing up for what you believe is right, and knowing you may have to defend it, that can scare anybody, adults included.

Peter: There’s something else, Dad. I’m really not a very good fighter. I’ve never been in a real fight.

Mike: Well, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. (Bobby starts peeking through the door.) You get out of here. There comes a time when you have to learn to defend yourself.

Peter: Can you teach me?

Mike:  Yes, yes, I… well, I could if you want me to.

Peter: Yes, please.

Mike: All right, okay, look, from now on, from now on, you’re gonna be in training. And in a couple of weeks, Buddy Hinton’s not gonna be able to lay a glove on you.

Peter: You think so?

Mike: I’m positive.

(Peter starts to look worried.)

Peter: What if Buddy starts training, too?

(Mike laughs and pats Peter’s head. The next scene starts with a fight bell ringing and has Peter and Greg practicing boxing. Mike and Bobby are sitting down while is coaching Peter.)

Mike: That’s it, Peter. Jab and move, jab and move.

Peter: It’s not working. Every time I jab, he moves, and every time I move, he jabs.

Mike: Don’t get discouraged, it takes practice.

Bobby: It might help if Peter kept his eyes open.

(Mike looks over at Bobby and raises his hand as a warning signal. This allows Peter to get a jab at Greg. Next, we hear another bell ring as Peter is jumping rope and Marcia goes to join him.)

Marcia: Can I play, too?

Peter: It’s not a game.

Marcia: We skip rope in gym class all the time. (She starts to jump.) Cinderella, dressed in yellow, went upstairs to kiss a fellow. How many kisses did she get?

(She jumps and counts up to eight while Peter stops and looks at her annoyed.)

(Next, the bell rings again and Peter is in the kitchen with Alice. She’s wearing boxing gloves and showing Peter some moves.)

Alice: Keep moving. At all times it’s very important to keep moving. It’s very difficult to hit a moving target. Remember that. (She moves around the kitchen showing him more moves.) You watching? You watching? Now, this is called the old buzz saw defense. Don’t tell me you never saw that before.

Peter: Never.

Alice: The trick is, the trick is to get their attention on this fist, and then, see, like that? (She punches with the other fist.) Watch, got it? Okay. (She throws around some more punches, then looks in the pot to make sure it was all right.) Keep moving, to get their attention on this hand.

(Mike comes out and Alice accidentally punches his stomach. He walks away in pain.)

(Next, another bell rings and Peter is practicing again with Greg.)

Mike: That’s it, Peter. you got it.

Bobby: That’s great, Pete.

Mike: Yeah, you got it, now. Keep your chin tucked in. Jab, jab, cross! Cross with the left! Yeah, yeah, keep moving, keep moving.

(The bell rings one final time as Cindy is on the staircase and Peter goes down the stairs.)

Cindy: Seven silver swans swam silently seaward. Seven silver swans swam silently seaward. Seven silver swans… (Peter passes by.) Are you going to the kitchen again?

Peter: All this training makes me hungry?

(Peter passes by and heads to the kitchen.)

Cindy: Oh, Peter.

Peter: Yeah?

Cindy: You don’t have to fight Buddy Hinton for me. I’m not afraid of his teasing anymore.

Peter: How come?

Cindy: I’ve been practicing, now I speak really swell.

Peter: Well, don’t worry. If he starts any trouble, I can handle him.

Cindy: Are you sure?

Peter: Sure I’m sure, I think.

(The next day at school, Peter and Cindy are walking with a bunch of other kids in tow.)

Peter: What are all these kids following us for? They don’t walk home this way.

Cindy: I guess they wanted to watch.

Peter: Watch what?

Cindy: The fight.

Peter: How do they know there might be a fight?

Cindy: I guess maybe I mentioned it.

Peter (annoyed): Ah, Cindy.

(Peter, Cindy and the other kids walk by Buddy, who’s hanging out at his tree stump.)

Buddy: Well, if isn’t baby talk and the chicken again. Hey chicken, let’s hear you cackle.

Peter: Let’s not start this again, Buddy.

Buddy: I want to hear you cackle chicken, come on.

(Buddy makes chicken sounds to him.)

Peter: That’s dumb, why don’t you just cut out all the teasing.

Buddy (to Cindy): Hey, baby talk. Itsy bitsy itsy bitsy baby talk.

Peter: Cut it out.

Buddy: What are you going to do about it?

Peter: Let’s reason, let’s talk about it.

Buddy: Shut up or fight.

Peter: Don’t you want to talk about it?

Buddy: You heard me, shut up or fight.

Peter: Okay, if that’s the way you want it. (He gives Cindy his books to hold and raises his fists) I’m ready.

Buddy: You asked for it.

(He goes to hit Peter but he ducks, then Peter punches Buddy in the mouth and knocks him down.)

Peter: Gee, Buddy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I really didn’t.

Buddy (crying): You knocked my tooth loose.

Peter: I did what?

Buddy: It’s loose, it’s loose, see how it wiggles?

Cindy: Sure talk funny.

(All the other kids laugh.)

Buddy: Stop it! It’s not funny!

Cindy (mimicking Buddy): Baby talk, baby talk, it’s a wonder you can walk.

(All the kids laugh some more and Buddy gets up and runs away.)

Peter (to the laughing kids): Don’t do that. It’s not funny. Go on, get out of here.

(All the kids go home and Peter gets his books back from Cindy.)

Cindy: Why shouldn’t we tease him?

Peter: For the same reason you didn’t like him teasing you.

Cindy: I guess you’re right. You know Peter, you’re very brave.

Peter (smiling): I am? Aw, come on. Let’s go home.

(The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Mike and Carol in the living room when the doorbell rings.)

Mike (getting up): I’ll get it, I’ll get it.

(He goes to answer the door and it’s Buddy Hinton.)

Buddy: Hi.

Mike: Hi.

Buddy: Mr. Brady.

Mike: Uh huh.

Buddy: Can I come in, please?

Mike: Um, well, sure.

Carol (giving a surprised look): Hi, I don’t believe we know you, do we?

Buddy: Yes, ma’am, I think maybe you do. I’m buddy Hinton.

(Carol looks at him astonishingly.)

Mike: Well, um, what can we do for you Buddy?

Buddy: I want to see Cindy.

Carol: May I ask why you want to see her?

Buddy: Well, I wanted to know if I wanted to borrow her tongue twister boo. I thought it might help me with my loose tooth.

Carol: Of course, you can see her, and I’m very glad you’re all friends now.

Mike: Well, Buddy, have you learned anything valuable from this experience?

Buddy: Sure have, Mr. Brady, Peter’s got a good left hook.

(Mike and Carol laugh.)

Mike: Yeah, he has.

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                                      THE END

S2 E7 The Treasure Of Sierra Avenue

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The Treasure of Sierra Avenue

Written by Gwen Bagni and Paul Dubov

The boys find a wallet with $1100 and refuse to share with the girls. That causes a major problem in the brady household, that is, until, the rightful owner claims it. Hope you enjoy the script.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BRADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

MR. STONER, man who loses wallet

(The boys are playing football in a nearby vacant lot. They set up the spot to kick off and Bobby huts the ball to Peter, who passes it to Greg. Greg throws it to Bobby, who is wearing a helmet and can’t see underneath it, causing him to miss it. Greg and Peter run over to him.)

Greg: Bobby, keep your eyes open.

Bobby: They are, but it’s dark under here. (Greg grabs the ball from him) Hey, I didn’t get to run.

Peter: That’s because you lost the ball. the other side’s got it now.

Greg: Why don’t you sit down, Bobby. Go out, peter.

(Peter runs to the other side and Greg throws it.)

Bobby: I want to play.

Greg: Okay, chase the ball.

(Bobby goes after the ball and finds a wallet right next to it.)

Greg: Hey, let’s have it.

Bobby: Wow, look what I found.

(Greg picks up the wallet and finds a large amount of cash inside.)

Peter: Wow!

Greg: it’s full of 10s and 20s and 50s, a fortune!

Bobby: Now aren’t you glad I played?

(The scene fades out and into the next scene, where the boys are in the kitchen with Carol, counting the money, with Alice looking on. Greg has the bills in separate piles while he finishes counting.)

Greg: 850, 900 (to Peter) Hey, don’t touch. 950, $1,000 (Carol whistles) 1,050.

Bobby: Boy, that’s a million weeks allowance.

Carol: Whoever lost it must be out of their minds with worry.

Greg: $1,100.

Alice: Wow. For that kind of loot I’ll tape my trick knee, form a league and play every vacant lot in town.

Carol: Oh, I can’t imagine who would carry this much cash around. There must have been a very special reason.

Greg: Mom, that’s the third time you went through that. There’s no identification in there.

Carol: Well, Greg, it has to belong to somebody.

Bobby: Yeah, me.

Peter: You?

Greg: Why you?

Bobby: Because I’m the one that found it.

Peter: Well, I’m the one who missed it so you could find it.

Greg: I’m the one who threw it so you could miss it so he could find it.

Carol: And I’m the one who’s your mother, so can I get into this argument?

Greg: Please, Mom, we all found it.

Peter: So it belongs to all of us.

(Carol reaches for the phone)

Bobby: Uh-uh, finders keepers.

Greg: I’m the one who said let’s go to the lot in the first place.

Carol (dialing the phone): Greg.

Greg: Yes, Mom?

Carol (on the phone): Hello, Mr. Brady, please?

Greg: What are you calling dad for?

Carol: I just thought you’d like to tell your father that you and your brothers struck gold, and how you’re going to share it.

Greg (taking the phone): Sure.

(Mike is at his office when his phone rings.)

Mike (answering): Brady.

Greg: Dad.

Mike (preoccupied): Yeah, Greg, what’s up? Anything wrong?

Greg: Oh no, everything’s groovy.

Mike: Look, I’m a little jammed up right now.

Greg: Dad, you’ll never guess what happened.

Mike: Greg, could it wait till later?

Greg: Well, I suppose it could, but see, we were playing football in a lot, and we found $1100.

Mike: Um, that’s fine, Greg. Look, I’ll talk to you later. Give my love to your mother, okay? Good-bye. (He hangs up but suddenly, it dawns on him.) $1100.

(Next, Alice is upstairs in the girls’ room, discussing the matter.)

Alice: And that ain’t hay, what is it you kids call money nowadays? Bread? That is  a lot of bread. (Cindy starts to run out of the room.) Hey, where are you going?

Cindy (excited): Downstairs to see the bread!

Alice: Hey, wait a minute, you’re not finished yet!

(Jan goes over to her desk to figure out how much they get if the money was divided.)

Jan: Let’s see, now, you bring down the two, that’s two sixths, and that’s six thirds. We can let the boys have that.

Alice: And what are you figuring, Lady Einstein?

Jan: Well, you divide $1100 by 6, that’s $183.33 cents, for each of us, and a third.

Alice: If you’re so good at figuring, how come you only got a C+ in math?

Jan: This isn’t math, this is money.

Alice: And you think the boys are gonna want to share.

Marcia: Why shouldn’t they?

Jan: Sure, you know what Dad’s only saying about a family should be one for all and  all for one.

Marcia (smiling); And we’re one big happy family, we’re their loving sisters and they’re our loving brothers.

Jan: Besides, we’re giving them the two extra pennies, aren’t we?

Alice: Oh, you girls are generous to a fault.

Marcia (sitting on her bed): Wow, that’s $183.33 for each of the six of us.

(Meanwhile, the boys are in their room figuring as well. Only they plan to only split the money between the three of them and exclude the girls. They have Bobby blocking the door so the girls can’t get in.)

Greg: Let’s see now, that’d be $366.66 for each of the three of us.

Peter: 3 goes into 11.

Greg: Hey, don’t worry, I got it right.

Peter: Hey, you can’t divide 1,100 by 3.

Greg: Why not?

Peter: There’s stuff left over.

Greg: Two thirds of a cent.

Peter: Well, that’s money, let’s flip for it.

(The girls knock on the door.)

Greg: Who is it?

Marcia: It’s your loving sisters.

Greg: Oh, let them in.

(Bobby removes the chair and opens the door.)

Marcia: That’s sure a lot of money.

Greg (grabbing it): Yeah.

Jan: What were you blocking the door for?

Peter: Well, with all this money around…

Greg: Yeah, what happens if nobody were home while we were all at school

Peter: And some crooks break in.

Bobby: Or robbers.

Greg: We were trying to hide a good, safe hiding place.

(Marcia puts her arm around Greg.)

Marcia: That’s a good idea, brother.

Jan: We wouldn’t want anything to happen to our money.

Greg, Peter and Bobby (in unison): YOUR MONEY?

Greg: It’s our money.

(Greg puts the wallet under his pillow.)

Jan: You mean you won’t share it?

Marcia: With your loving sisters?

Cindy: We all love each other, and that’s a lot of bread.

Peter: Gee, none of you were even there when we found it.

Jan: We’d share the money if we found it!

Greg: we wouldn’t expect you to.

Marcia: Well, if the Brady boys are going to be selfish, then the Brady girls just aren’t going to talk to them!

(They start to leave the room.)

Mike (coming in the room): Well, it’s going to be mighty difficult living in the same house not talking to each other, isn’t it?

Marcia: But it’s not our fault, Dad!

Jan: We’d share!

(The kids all start arguing.)

Mike: HOLD IT! I’m going to put an end to this problem, here and now. (to Greg) The wallet, please.

(Greg gets the wallet and hands it to Mike.)

Greg: What are you going to do with it, Dad?

Mike: I am going to turn it over to the police department. Because that’s where people usually go when they lose something, hoping that somebody honest is going to turn it in.

Peter: Even if there’s no identification?

Mike: Peter, I.D. or no I.D., we know it’s not ours, don’t we?

Marcia (gleefully): You’re absolutely right, Dad.

Jan: I couldn’t agree more.

Cindy: Me too.

(They turn to leave.)

Mike: Good bye, girls.

(They all say good bye.)

Greg: But what if nobody claims it, then it’s ours, isn’t it?

Mike: Now, look, Greg.

Greg: Well, isn’t it?

(That night, Mike and Carol are in the room further discussing it.)

Mike: If nobody claims it.

Carol: Well somebody will, of course.

Mike: Yeah, but that’s not the point. I don’t like what the money is doing to the boys.

Carol: Well, the girls aren’t helping any by not talking to them.

Mike: Well, I suppose that’s my fault. After all I’ve said about all for one.

Carol: Well, let’s not be unfair to the boys. I mean, after all they are the ones who found the money.

Mike: You know what? You’re bending over backwards to favor the boys.

Carol: Well, you’re doing a little bending yourself, Mr. Brady. Now, what I think we should do with the money is…

Mike: Yes, Mrs. Brady?

Carol (laughing): I’m as bad as the kids. The money doesn’t even belong to us.

Mike: That’s what I keep saying. Somebody will claim it, and as for the kids, well, you know how they are. In no time, they’ll forget they weren’t speaking, see.

(They kiss good night. The next morning, Carol and Alice are preparing breakfast for the kids.

Carol: Well, that takes care of the juice, Alice. Now if you can handle the cereal department, I’m gonna see what’s going on upstairs.

Alice: Right.

(Bobby comes down wearing a cowboy hat.)

Carol: Howdy partner.

Bobby: Howdy ma’am.

Alice: You ready for chow?

Bobby: Yep.

(Bobby sits down and Alice gives him some oatmeal. Jan and Cindy come down.)

Jan: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Hi.

Cindy: Hi, Alice.

Alice: Hi.

Bobby: Hi.

Cindy: Hi. (Pause) We’re not supposed to talk.

Bobby: I can talk if I want to.

Cindy: okay, but I’m not talking to you.

Jan: That’s what you are doing, Cindy.

Cindy: I was not. (she turns to Bobby) Was I?

Alice: Look, let’s have a little less not talking and a little more eating.

(Marcia and Peter come in.)

Marcia: Good morning, Alice.

Peter: Good morning, Alice.

Alice: Morning.

(Marcia is looking in the refrigerator while Peter tries the same thing right behind her.)

Alice: You here for looking or eating?

Peter: Alice, can you tell some people they’re blocking the refrigerator and other people are hungry?

Alice: Marcia, your brother says will you please excuse him.

Marcia (angry): Some people are not only selfish, you won’t even wait their turn.

(Marcia shuts the refrigerator door but Peter opens it and grabs a slice of ham.)

Peter (to Alice): Hey, where’s Greg? He wasn’t upstairs.

Alice: He’s on the phone.

(Peter goes in the family room, where Greg is talking on the phone.)

Greg: Okay, well, I was just wondering. Thank you very much. That’s a lot of money, I’ll keep in touch. Good-bye.

(He hangs up and then notices Peter.)

Greg: Oh, hi Pete.

Peter: Who were you talking to?

Greg: The police. I wanted to see if anybody picked the money up.

Peter: Well, did they?

Greg: No, it’s still there.

Peter (excited): That means maybe we’re gonna get it.

Greg: Don’t count on it. (He shows him the newspaper.) Read this.

Peter (reading the paper): Found, brown and white cocker spaniel. So what does that got to do with it?

Greg: No, no, no, the next one.

Peter: Oh. (He reads the next column) Lost, brown wallet.

Greg: That’s it.

Peter: Containing large sum of money. reward. (to Greg) What did you have to go and read that for?

Greg: I couldn’t help it. The paper was sitting right here by the phone.

Peter: There’s a number to call.

Greg: I know.

Peter: Gee, if only we hadn’t looked at it.

Greg: But we did.

Peter: Yeah.

(Greg gets up and starts to ponder.)

Greg: If we call we could lose the money. Should we call or shouldn’t we? That’s the question.

Peter: What’s the answer?

Greg: I don’t know.

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Greg: Are you with me?

Peter: All the way.

Greg: You know the consequences.

Peter: Yep.

Greg: Okay, we call.

Peter: Don’t give it away now, make him tell you exactly where he lost it. And how many $50 bills there were.

Greg: I will. I will. (He picks up the phone) How many bills were there?

Peter: I don’t know.

Greg (on the phone): Sir, I’m calling about the lost wallet you advertised. (Mike comes in) And if you’ll just tell me what it looks like. Brown, huh, it’s worn, old, lots of bills. (He starts to get excited when it turns out to be the wrong one.) $220? Sir, I’m happy to tell you, I mean, I’m sorry to tell you, but this isn’t your wallet. Good bye.

(He hangs up.)

Peter: Boy, it sure pays to be honest.

Mike: Yeah, it sure does, and I’m proud of both of you, but I already called that ad.

Peter: you called.

Mike: Mmm hmm, that’s why the paper’s near the phone.

Greg: You know something, Dad, I feel it. That money’s going to be ours

Mike: Mmm hmm, it might.

Peter: Might? It’s already been a whole day.

Greg: And nobody even called the police, I checked.

Mike: Well, people don’t always go to the police. That’s why I put an ad of my own in the paper.

Peter: You put one in?

Greg: About our money?

Mike: About the money you found.

Greg: What did you say in the ad?

Mike: Well, just whoever lost a wallet, call us up and identify it. (Peter and Greg look unhappy) Now that ought to bring results.

(The next scene has carol putting a couple of trays of ice cubes in the refrigerator when the phone rings. The blackboard tells the number of times people called to claim the wallet. Carol sets the trays down and answers the phone.)

Carol: Hello. Yes. Could you describe it? Mmm hmm, mmm hmm, mmm hmm, uh uh, wrong wallet.

(Carol hangs up and tries again to put the ice cube trays in the freezer. She writes down another false claim on the board and drops the eraser. She tries to put the trays back in the freezer but the phone rings again.)

(Next, Alice is on the phone tearfully telling the caller that their claim is also false.)

Alice (sniffling): Yes, that is a lot of money and I’m sure you do need it. I’d like to help you, I really would. Well, it just isn’t the wallet we found. I’m sorry, I’m really very sorry. (She hangs up.) Darned onions.

(She adds to the blackboard another false claim and continues to peel the onion in her hand. Mike and Carol come in from shopping.)

Carol: Hi, Alice.

Mike: Hey, is something wrong, Alice?

(She shows them the onion she is peeling.)

Carol: Alice, I’ve told you, peel the onions under cold water.

Alice: What and miss a good cry.

(Carol and Mike laugh.)

Mike: Hey, any calls about the wallet?

Alice: Yeah, 18. And some fascinating guesses. Are you ready for plaid cowhide?

Mike: Yeah, got to expect some ding-a-lings, but, I refuse to be cynical.

(Peter and Bobby come in.)

Peter: Hi, Mom, Hi, Dad.

Carol: Hi.

Bobby: Hi, Mom. Hi, dad. is the money still safe?

Carol: Yes, old mighty King Midas.

Peter: We’ll get it nay day now.

(He and Bobby start helping themselves to grapes.)

Mike: Yeah, well, you know then police can hold on to it for a long time.

Peter: The law says 6 months.

Bobby: yeah, 6 months.

Mike (looking at Carol): Oh, really.

Peter: Unless, of course, you assume liability.

Mike: That’s very interesting Peter, go on.

Peter: Well, if you sign for it, we can ask the police to give us the wallet right now, and hold it ourselves 6 months in the bank, and collect the interest.

Bobby: That’s how it works.

Carol: Where in the world did you get all this information?

Peter: Joey’s Dad told me.

Bobby: Joey’s Peter’s friend.

Peter: His Dad picked him up from school and I asked him. He’s a lawyer.

(Bobby nods.)

Mike: Well, we certainly appreciate your checking this out so thoroughly.

Peter: That’s okay. just let me know how you want to handle it, Dad.

(He and Bobby grab a few more grapes and go upstairs.)

Alice: There they go, Howard Hughes and J. Paul Getty.

Mike: I don’t know, all those kids think about is money since they found that wallet.

Carol: And it isn’t even theirs yet.

Mike: That’s what concerns me, what’s going to happen if they get it?

(Marcia is in the family room when Greg tries to borrow something.)

Greg: I need some paper.

Marcia: Just a moment, please. When it comes to sharing in this house, there are certain selfish people in this house who don’t care to.

Greg: I always share paper with you.

Marcia: Not when it’s green, has numbers on it and you find it in a wallet!

Greg: Come on, Marcia.

Marcia: you don’t share with us, stingy, we don’t share with you.

(She takes her books and moves to another room. Peter is in the bathroom combing his hair and Jan comes in.)

Jan: Just what do you think you’re doing?

Peter: Trying to figure out how my hair looks best.

Jan: Combed out all over your face.

Peter: Very funny.

(Peter switches to Jan’s brush.)

Jan: Now, what do you think you’re doing?

Peter: I told you, I’m trying to figure out how my hair looks best.

Jan: I mean, you’re using my hairbrush.

Peter: I always use your hairbrush.

Jan: Not any more, Mr. stingy.

(She puts her hand out for him to give it back.)

(Cindy is on the patio and Bobby comes to join her.)

Cindy: Want a piece of licorice?

Bobby: Yeah!

Cindy: I bet you do.

(She walks away. Mike and Carol see this from inside.)

Carol: it seems to me that things are getting slightly out of hand around here.

Mike: I’m with you, and I’m going to do some straightening out, pronto.

(The kids are in the family room sitting down, awaiting a lecture from Mike and Carol.)

Mike: This is rapidly becoming a house divided and you should all be ashamed of yourselves.

Carol: And all because of something you don’t even have.

Mike: Your mother and I share our good fortunes. We share it with all of you.

Carol: Every day.

Mike: It’s about time you pull yourselves together and call a truce to this civil war, and that’s an order.

Greg: Please, Dad, just a minute. (He and the boys whisper to each other.) Okay, we’ll share.

Marcia: You really mean it?

Greg: Yeah.

Peter: Me too.

Bobby: Not me. (Greg and Peter nudge him.) All right, I’ll share.

Carol: A very wise decision.

(She and Mike leave.)

Mike (to Carol): Well, boys might as well learn at an early age that girls are going to cost them money the rest of their lives.

Carol: Oh!

(Back to the family room with the kids.)

Marcia: Thanks Greg, for sharing.

Jan: You too Peter, and bobby.

Peter: Heck, even six ways, it’s a lot of money.

Marcia: Yeah.

Greg (getting up): hey, wow!

All the rest: What?

Greg: It just came to me why Dad called this big meeting.

All the kids; Why?

Greg: He must think we’re going to get the money.

(They all get excited.)

(In the next scene, Mike is in his den when he  gets a phone call.)

Mike: Hello. Yeah, this is Mr. Brady. (He starts laughing) $150 down? No, I’m afraid you got the wrong Mr. Brady.  Mr. Greg Brady? Just a moment. (He yells) GREG!

Carol (coming in the den): Mike, guess who was just at the back door.

Mike: Who?

Carol: One of Peter’s friends. Peter offered to buy his 10 speed bike form him.

(Greg comes in.)

Greg: Yeah, Dad.

Mike: Greg, phone for you. A Mr. Greg Brady has been pricing cars.

Carol (annoyed): Cars?

Greg (on the phone): Hello. Yes, sir. Well, you see, I haven’t got the down payment yet.

Mike (grabbing the phone from him): No.

Greg: Why don’t we just forget it sir, sorry.

(He hangs the phone up.)

Carol: What in the world is going to be next around here?

Cindy (coming in): Can I have a stamp, Daddy? I want to send away for a horse.

Mike: Any questions? (The phone rings) We are not buying anything? (He answers the phone) Hello. Yeah, this is he. They did? That’s wonderful. Yeah, thanks sergeant. (He turns to Carol, Greg and Cindy) The owners have picked up their wallet at the police station.

Carol: Thank goodness, that is the best news I heard all week.

Greg (sarcastically): Yeah, whoopie.

(The disappointed kids are all out in the backyard.)

Marcia: Well, at least there’s one good thing about our not getting the money.

Jan: Name it.

Marcia: No income tax.

Greg: Ho, ho, ho.

Peter: What we got to do is look on the Brightside.

Greg: What Brightside?

Peter: Well, it’s better than not finding $1,100 at all.

(Greg hits him with a beach ball he was playing with. The doorbell rings and carol answers it. It’s the rightful wallet owner, Mr. Stoner.)

Stoner: Mrs. Brady?

Carol: My name is Stoner. I just got my wallet back from the police. They gave me your address.

Carol: Oh, Mr. Stoner, I’m so happy for you. Won’t you come in, please.

Stoner: Well, just for a minute. (He comes in and Carol shuts the door.) Me and the Mrs. have been doing some frantic back tracking the last few days.

Carol: Oh, I could just imagine.

Stoner: I wanted to thank your boys for turning it in.

Carol: Oh, certainly, Mr. Stoner. I’ll just call them. GREG, BOYS!

Stoner: We were driving cross-country and I pulled into that lot to fix a flat. I took off my coat, must have fallen out of my pocket. Sure was stupid not to have any identification in the wallet.

Carol: Well the important thing is, you got your money back.

Stoner: Can’t tell you, Mrs. Brady, how much it means to us. Me and the Mrs. have been saving up for this trip for years.

(The boys come out.)

Greg: Hello.

Peter: Hi.

Bobby: Hi.

Carol: Oh, Mr. Stoner, these are Greg, Peter and Bobby.

(Mike comes out of his den.)

Stoner: You’re fine, honest boys and I want to thank you, and I want to give you a reward.

(He hands Greg some cash.)

Greg: Gee, $100.

Mike: I think that’s a little too much, Mr. Stoner.

Carol: Mr. Stoner,  this is my husband, Mike Brady.

Mike: How do you do?

(He shakes Stoner’s hand.)

Stoner: How do you do?

Greg: Dad’s right, this is too much.

(He hand sit back.)

Stoner: Well, they got to take something. How about $50?

Mike: No, I think that’s still too much. Right, boys?

Greg: I agree, Dad.

Peter: Me too.

Stoner: Well, I’ve got to give them something. How about $20?

(Mike and the boys nod and Stoner hands it to Greg.)

Greg: Thanks, Mr. Stoner.

Peter: Thanks.

Bobby: Thank you.

Stoner: Thanks again, to all of you, from me and the Mrs.

(Carol shows him to the door.)

Peter: Bye, Mr. Stoner.

Greg: Good bye, sir.

Mike: Good bye.

Bobby: Bye.

Carol: We certainly hope you have a nice trip, Mr. Stoner.

Stoner: Thank you.

Mike: hang on to the wallet.

Stoner (laughing): I will.

(The boys sit down, looking unhappy.)

Carol: Well, what’s the matter with you guys?

Greg: What did you settle on 20 for, Dad?

Mike: Because I think it’s enough, Greg.

Greg: It’s too much. 18 is a lot easier to divide by six. (to Peter and Bobby) Let’s go.

Carol: How about those boys?

Mike: Well, it really doesn’t surprise me, honey. (He emulates Mr. Stoner’s midwestern accent.) Me and the Mrs. have a great bunch of kids.

(The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Mike and carol in their room. Mike comes out of the bathroom and into bed)

Mike: Well, all’s well that ends well.

Carol: Did you just make that up/

Mike: Yeah, it was nothing.

Carol: Well, I still don’t think it was fair that you got the extra two cents when the kids split that $20 reward.

Mike: I was the one who took the wallet to the police station.

Carol: All for one and one for all? Was that just another great saying you made up?

Mike: What did you do? Come on, why should you share?

Carol: Well, I’m the one who gave the boys permission to play football in the vacant lot in the first place.

Mike: Okay, then you can have half of my two cents, and an extra reward.

(He kisses her and she gives back the penny.)

Carol: you can have the penny back, I’d rather have some more reward.

(They share another kiss.)

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                   THE END

S2 E6 Call Me Irresponsible

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Call Me Irresponsible

Written by Bruce Howard

Greg gets his first job working at Mike’s architectural firm in a quest to have enough money to buy a car for his 16th birthday, which is 13 months away. Hope you enjoy the script.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BRADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

RANDI PETERSON, Greg’s girlfriend

MR. PETERSON, Randi’s father

MR. PHILLIPS, Mike’s boss

MAN AT NEWSSTAND

RANDI’S DRAMA COACH

MECHANIC AT GARAGE

(The episode begins with Greg going down the stairs to talk to Mike and Carol about something. He knocks on the door to Mike’s den.)

Mike: Yeah.

Greg: Hey, Dad.

Mike: Yeah, Greg.

Greg: Am I, uh, am I disturbing you?

Mike: No. (He puts his drafting tools down) These could use a rest. What’s on your mind, son?

Greg: I’ve, I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about.

Mike: Shoot, what is it?

Greg: Well, I think Mom ought to hear it too.

Mike: It sounds important.

Greg: It is. It really is.

Mike: Okay. (He gets up and goes to the window) Carol!

Carol: Yes, Mike.

Mike: If you’re free, could you come in here for a second?

Carol: I’ll be right there, just two minutes.

Mike (to Greg); You, uh, you wanna sit down?

Greg: No, I think I’d rather stand.

Mike: That serious, is it?

Greg: This could be the most important thing I’ve ever had to say.

Mike: Maybe I better sit down.

(The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Greg discussing the matter with Mike and Carol. Greg shuts the door while Mike and Carol are sitting down.)

Mike: Greg, come on, what’s the problem?

Greg: I hope you both noticed I haven’t been getting any younger in the last year or so.

Mike: Yes, we have noticed that.

Carol: Especially in the last year or so.

Greg: Good, because I started to think about my future.

Mike: Good, that’s good thinking. I don’t see the problem, however.

Greg: Well, next month, I’m 15. And 16 is coming up pretty quick, practically, just around the corner.

Carol: Greg, 13 months isn’t just around the corner.

Greg: Yeah, but they go pretty fast when you’re trying to save up for…

Carol: For what?

Greg: Well. (Pause) A big thing in a guy’s life.

Mike (sternly): Just how big is this big thing?

Greg: Pretty big.

Mike: Come on, spill it.

Greg: A car.

Carol (getting up): A car? Oh no!

Greg: Not a new one, Mom, just a used one.

Carol: Look, a car is a car, Greg. Now, I was worried enough when you got a bike. Now really.

Mike: Honey, calm down, it had to happen sometime. (He turns to Greg) I suppose you figured out how you’re going to pay for it.

Greg: Sure, that’s how I got to thinking about my future. Now what I want to do is, start working part-time after school.

Carol: Doing what?

Greg: Something that will help me with what I want to be when I’m grown up. I gave it a lot of thought.

Mike: And what did you decide?

Greg: I decided that I want to be an architect, like you, Dad.

Mike (pleased): An architect, like, like, me.

Carol: Well that’s really very nice, Greg.

Greg: When can I start work where you work?

Mike (laughing): Where I work?

Greg: I thought I could get a job there after school. I’d learn a lot about architecture.

Carol: Well yeah, he’s right, Mike. Well, I think that’s a very good idea.

Mike: Yeah, I guess I could talk to Mr. Philips about that.

Greg: Will you, please?

Mike: Yes, yes, I will.

Greg (shaking his hand): Thanks, wow, I can hardly wait to tell Randy.

Carol: Hey, wait, Randy? Who’s Randy?

Greg: A girl at school. I promised to take her to the first drive-in movie I’d drive into. Thanks again.

(He opens the door and leaves the den. Next, Greg is showing Randy a car in a magazine he’s interested in at a news stand.)

Greg: There it is, that’s the kind of car I’m gonna get.

Randi: Those others are super.

Greg: Pick one out you like and I’ll buy it.

Newsman: Could you buy the magazine first? It only costs 50 cents.

Greg: I already have this one at home. I was just showing her something. When do you get the next issue?

Newsman: Tomorrow. Would you like to leave a deposit?

Greg: I’ll pick one up after work. (He turns to Randy) I mean, if I get that architectural job.

Randy: I think architects are out of sight. What are you going to build?

Greg: I don’t know yet, it’s gonna be something important and big.

Randy: Gee.

Greg: Like pyramids maybe, or even bigger.

Randy: Golly.

(He looks at another magazine.)

Greg: Yep, that’s the kind of car I’m gonna get.

Randy: Can you afford it? It’s brand new.

Greg: Well it is now, but by the time I’m allowed to drive it’ll be two year sold. I like to do my shopping early.

(They leave while the newsman looks on with amazement.)

(That evening, Mike comes home and is greeted by Greg and Carol.)

Greg: Hi, Dad.

Mike: Hello, Greg.

Greg: Well.

Mike: Well, I discussed it with Mr. Phillips, and the guys in personnel, and, uh, yo start to work tomorrow after school.

Greg (excited): I do? Terrific!

Carol: Remember your promise, Greg, if your school grades begin to suffer because of this…

Greg: They won’t, Mom, I promise. Dad, what do you think we’ll build together first?

Mike (shocked); Build together?

Greg: Will I be your assistant?

Mike: No, Greg, not exactly. I think probably at first, your duties will center mostly around cleaning up the office.

Greg (disappointed): Cleaning up?

Carol: Greg, you can’t expect to start at the top.

Greg: I know, that’s really the bottom.

Mike: Oh, now, listen, you’re going to be making deliveries on your bicycle. Blueprints, drawings, revisions, and that carries with a great deal of responsibility.

Greg: It does?

Mike: Yes it does.

Greg: Great.

Mike: And you can start by delivering this (his briefcase) to my den. (Greg happily brings it to the den as Mike turns to Carol.) Isn’t that something? He wants to be like his old man.

Carol (jokingly): Yeah, cleaning up around the office.

(Later on, Greg is on the telephone to Randy.)

Greg: And I start working tomorrow, Randy, that car is getting closer by the minute. Well, I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow. All right, so long.

(He hangs up and then Peter, Jan and Bobby come in.)

Peter: You through? We want to watch TV.

Greg: Hey, I was just coming to look for you guys.

Bobby: What for?

Greg: To let you in on a really good deal.

Peter: Like what?

Greg: My new car.

Jan: What new car?

Greg: The one I’m gonna buy next year. I thought maybe you’d like to save up part of your allowance each week.

Peter: To help you buy a car?

Jan: That you’re not even gonna get for a year?

Bobby: What kind of a deal is that?

Greg: You want to ride in it, don’t you?

(The younger kids all look at each other.)

Peter: Sure we do.

Bobby: After you learn to drive it.

Greg: Well driving takes gas, and gas takes money.

Jan: Why don’t we just save up for the gas.

Greg: Well then you wouldn’t be a partner in the car, and you wouldn’t have the pride of ownership.

Bobby: We’d own the gas.

Greg: Okay, if that’s the way you want it. 25 cents a ride.

(They all look at each other again.)

Peter: You’ve got a deal.

(Greg puts his hand out and the other kids put their hands over his as a gesture of pride and partnership.)

(Next, Greg is down in Mike’s office cleaning a garbage can he just emptied.)

Mike: Uh, Gregory.

Greg: Yes, Dad.

Mike: We just empty them, we don’t polish them.

Greg: Okay.

Mike: But I like your enthusiasm.

(Greg picks up a box and pan and brush and leaves the office. He sees Mr. Phillips, who just came in.)

Greg: Oh, hi, Mr. Philips.

Mr. Philips: Hello, Greg. (He sees Mike) Nice boy. Cleans a mean wastebasket.

Mike: Yeah.

Mr. Philips: Mike, your revised designs for that low-cost housing developments are excellent.

(He hands them to him.)

Mike: Thanks, Mr. Phillips, let’s hope the planning commission thinks so too.

Mr. Philips: I’m sure they will. Just make sure you make duplicates, and you better put a rush on it. There isn’t much time left.

Mike: I’ll get them copied right away. I think Forest Printing does them as fast as anybody.

Mr. Phillips: Right.

(Mr. Philips leaves the office and Mike calls for Greg.)

Mike: Uh, Greg. Come in here a minute.

(Greg comes back in the office.)

Greg: Yes, Dad.

Mike: You can hang up your dust rag, son. I have something more important for you to do.

Greg: Important? Okay, just name it.

Mike: You get these designs over to Forest Printing, 12th and sunset, right away. And, you can go home come there, okay.

Greg: Got you, Dad.

Mike: Greg, be careful with them, they’re important, okay?

Greg: You can count on me.

Mike: Good.

(Greg takes the plans and goes to his destination. On the way, however, Greg is on his bicycle and stops at the same newsstand to buy a new magazine.)

Greg (to the news vendor); Hi, did you get that new issue of car sport?

Newsman: Mmm hmm, but I got some new rules. To look or to buy costs the same, 50 cents.

Greg: I’m buying. I got a job.

Newsman: Well, good.

Greg (looking in his pockets): I got a dollar in here someplace. (He finds it.) Here.

Newsman: Thank you.

(Greg starts looking at the magazine and unbeknownst to him, the tube on the cylinder he is to deliver gets loose, along with the sketches.)

Newsman: Here’s your change.

Greg: Thank you.

(Greg leaves with what’s left of the cylinder. Meanwhile, several passer byers step on the sketches.)

(The next scene is back at the house. Carol is in the kitchen arranging some flowers when Mike walks in and kisses her from behind.)

Mike: Guess who.

Carol: Who cares, do it again. (She laughs and they kiss each other.) Hi, honey, where’s the other half of Brady and son?

Mike: You mean Greg isn’t home yet?

Carol: Was he supposed to be?

Mike: Yeah, an hour ago, he was going to deliver some designs and then come straight home.

Carol: Oh, well, he probably ran into a buddy or something.

Greg (coming in the door): Hi.

(Mike and Carol stand in bewilderment with Greg carrying the empty cylinder with a worried look on his face.)

Carol: What’s wrong, Greg?

Mike: You delivered the designs, didn’t you?

Greg: Well, I got to the place like you told me, and they were gone.

Mike: Who was gone.

Greg: The designs.

Mike (surprised): Gone?

Greg: They must have fallen out someplace when I wasn’t looking.

Carol: You didn’t stop anywhere along the way, did you, Greg?

Greg: No, I mean, only at the newsstand.

Mike (taking the magazine Greg bought): To buy this? You didn’t lose this, did you?

Greg: I’m sorry, Dad.

Mike: So am I, Greg. (He gives back the magazine.) I’d better call Ed Phillips.

(Mike goes in his office and Greg sits down. Carol goes to comfort him.)

Greg: I went back to the newsstand, Mom, and I looked everywhere, honest. I guess someone must have picked it up, or a street cleaner came by or something.

Carol: Well, anyone can have an accident, Greg. But I’m afraid this is going to be a costly one for your father and Mr. Phillips.

Greg: You don’t think I’ll lose my job, do you?

Carol: Well, I hope not. We’ll just have to keep our fingers crossed.

Greg: In baseball they’d never kick a guy off the team just because he made one error.

(Mike is in his den talking on the phone with Mr. Philips.)

Mike: No, I’m sure I can, Mr. Phillips. I’ve got the original sketches here at home. (Pause) Yeah, I think if I work all night tonight, I can have them ready by tomorrow for copy. (Carol walks in) Yes. No, no, I understand. No, I’m sorry, too. Yes, I’ll tell him. Thanks, Mr. Philips. (He hangs up and notices Carol) Oh, if you and Alice keep the coffee coming all night long and whack me with a stick occasionally…

Carol: But Mike, what about Greg?

Mike: Well, Mr. Phillips suggested that I make other arrangements for deliveries from now on.

Carol: But it was his first day.

Mike: Carol, you can’t blame Mr. Philips. Greg had a big responsibility and he blew it.

Carol: But, Mike.

Mike: Honey, please, not now. I have a lot of work to do, huh. Coffee, please, plenty of coffee.

Carol: Yeah, plenty of coffee, and a big stick to whack you with. Just remember, Mike Brady, in baseball, they don’t throw a man off the team just because he makes one fumble.

Mike: That’s not fumble, That’s error, and I know all about that.

(He shows her out of the den.)

Carol: Well, how do you want your coffee?

Mike: Black please, and with a smile, hmm.

(He kisses her and gets back to his sketches.)

(Greg is upstairs playing with a car and moping about losing his job. Marcia comes in to see him.)

Marcia: Greg.

Greg: Yeah.

Marcia: I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about what happened. (She sits down on his bed) I mean, losing your chance to be an architect and everything.

Greg: That’s okay.

Marcia: What are you gonna do?

Greg: I don’t know. Maybe instead of being an architect, I’ll go into something easier, like politics.

Marcia: I guess that means you won’t be getting your own car. (She gets up) I was talking to Randy Peterson yesterday.

Greg (angry): Oh, great. I suppose you told her all about what happened. Boy, she’ll really think I’m a goof.

Marcia (defensive): I wouldn’t do a thing like that.

Greg (sarcastic): Oh, sure you wouldn’t.

Marcia: Boy, that’s the last time I’ll try to be nice to a goof, even if he is my brother.

(Back in Mike’s den, he takes a sip of coffee and Alice comes in to bring him a sandwich and chips. She knocks and then walks in.)

Mike: Come in.

Alice: I’m in.

(She gives him his sandwich.)

Mike: Oh, thanks, Alice.

Alice: Mrs.. Brady told me what happened to Greg, poor kid.

Mike: Alice, I’m sorry but I don’t have time to discuss Greg right now.

Alice (showing him Greg’s magazine): I found this on top of the trash can. I guess getting his job back is more important to Greg than his car.

Mike: Okay, Alice. Whatever you want to say, say it, but make it fast.

Alice: Remember when I first went to work for you?

Mike: Yes.

Alice: And I got the soap powder mixed up with the starch, and your shirts didn’t wrinkle, they bent.

Mike: Yeah, I think one of them broke.

Alice: You gave me a second chance, Mr. Brady.

Mike: I get the point. Now get out of here, will you? I got work to do.

Alice: Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

(Alice walks out of the den and closes the door. Greg is upstairs still moping when Jan, Peter and Bobby come to him with money for gas in advance.)

Greg: What are these for?

Jan: That’s my doll bank, to help save up for the gas for your car.

Peter: And that’s Bobby’s piggy bank.

Bobby: My pig holds more, because it has a bigger stomach.

Jan: Anyway, here.  There’s 85 cents worth of rides in your car in there.

Greg: Thanks, but there isn’t going to be any car.

Bobby: Isn’t that why you’re working for Dad after school?

Peter: Hey, it’s after school right now. What are you doing here?

Greg: I thought you all knew, I won’t be with Dad anymore. I was fired.

Bobby: Busted?

Greg: I guess our deal’s off.

(He gives them back their money holders and they leave. Meanwhile, mike is showing Mr. Philips the new designs he made in his office.)

Mr. Phillips: You know, these are even better than your others.

Mike (yawning): Thank you.

Mr. Philips: Maybe we should have you work nights more often. I appreciate it, Mike, and we still got enough time to get them copied.

(Mr. Phillips heads out to the office and Mike calls him.)

Mike: Mr. Philips.

Mr. Philips (stopping): Yes, Mike.

Mike: You know, I’d really like to use my son Greg to deliver these.

Mr. Phillips: Mike, you know I like the boy, but…

Mike: Mr. Phillips, I think it’s important that he knows that I haven’t lost faith in him.

Mr. Phillips: He’s taken it that hard, huh?

Mike: Well, he has. You know, it could have been our fault. The designs fell out of that cylinder, caps have never been too tight.

Mr. Phillips: I refuse to answer on grounds that might incriminate me. All right, Mike. (He goes to leave the office but turns around) I just hope nothing goes wrong this time.

Mike: I’ll accept full responsibility.

(He gets on the phone. Greg is at home on the other end of the phone.)

Greg: No kidding? That’s great, Dad. I’m on my way, bye! (He hands up and tells Carol the news) Dad got Mr. Philips to give me another chance.

Carol: Hey, that’s great.

Greg: Mr. Philips is really out of sight.

Carol: Your Dad is pretty far out too.

Greg: He’s the greatest! Oh, I’ve got to get over there fast! So long, Mom.

Carol: Bye.

(Greg leaves and heads to Mike’s office. Mike gives him another design to deliver.)

Mike: Now, you know where to go.

Greg: Of course, Dad. Forest Painting at 12th and Sunset.

Mike: And remember now, the shortest distance between two points is?

Greg: A straight line.

Mike: A straight line, right.

Greg: Don’t worry, I got a good, tight grip on them.

Mike: Well, not too tight, son. You can leave a little room for a little circulation.

Greg: I won’t let you down, Dad.

Mike: Okay, I’ll see you at home.

(Greg is riding his bike to deliver the plans and the chain on his bicycle breaks.)

Greg (annoyed): Oh, great, just great!

(Randy and her father are getting into their car when Randy sees Greg.)

Randy: Hi, Greg!

Greg: Oh, hi!

Mr. Peterson (to Randy): Greg Brady, isn’t it?

Greg: Hi, Mr. Peterson, Hi Randy.

Mr. Peterson: Hi Greg, I understand you’re in the architect business with your Dad.

Greg: Yes sir, I’m delivering these important designs for him right now, if I ever get there, that is. My chain broke.

Mr. Peterson: Can I give you a lift?

Greg: Gee, would you?

Mr. Peterson: Why don’t we put your bike in the back. You can pick it up later.

Greg: Great. (He goes to put his back in back of their station wagon) Hey thanks a lot, Mr. Peterson, you sure saved the day.

Mr. Peterson: Sure.

Randy: Tell Daddy about the pyramids you’re gonna build, Greg.

Mr. Peterson: Pyramids?

Greg: Well, that was just sort of talk, Mr. Peterson. I just meant something real big like that.

(They drop Greg off at his destination.)

Greg: Thanks for the lift, Mr. Peterson.

Mr. Peterson: You’re welcome, son. Pyramids.

Greg: I’ll pick up my bike at your house later, Randy.

Randy: Okay, bye Greg.

Greg: Bye. (He realizes he left the sketches in the car with his bike) Hey, Mr. Peterson! Randy! Mr. Peterson! Stop, you have me designs! (Greg goes to a phone booth to call Randi’s house.) I got to find your husband, Mrs. Peterson, my whole future’s in the back seat of his car. Randy’s drama lesson, where? Campus drama school. Right, campus drama school, thanks a lot. Campus drama school.

(Down at the school, Randy’s teacher is rehearsing a scene with her.)

Drama teacher: Now Randy, let’s try it again. Remember, I’m your mother and I’m very upset that a girl your age is receiving flowers  from a total stranger.

Randy: Yes ma’am.

Drama teacher: There you go.

(She hands Randy flowers and she goes outside and come sin the door.)

Randy: Hi, Mom.

Drama teacher: Where did you get those flowers?

Randy: From a boy named Jeff, aren’t they super?

Drama teacher: You are much too young to be receiving flowers from a stranger. (He takes the flowers) Much too young.

(She opens the door to throw them out but they accidentally hit Greg, who is coming in.)

Randy: Greg. What are you doing here?

Greg (to the teacher) Excuse me (to Randy) I’ve got to find your father. He’s got the designs I was delivering in the back of his car.

Randy: Oh, he dropped me off and then he took his car to the garage to have some work done.

Greg: Thanks, thanks a lot. (to the teacher) Sorry.

(He rushes down to the garage and finds a mechanic working on a car.)

Greg: Sir, uh mister.

Mechanic: What is it, kid?

Greg: I’m looking for Mr. Peterson.

Mechanic: Well he ain’t here.

Greg: Sir, mister.

Mechanic: Do you mind, kid? I’m busy.

Greg: But I left something important in the back of Mr. Peterson’s car.

Mechanic: Well he left. he isn’t here.

Greg; Do you know where he went?

Mechanic: No. (Pause) but kid.

Greg: Yeah?

Mechanic: His car’s right inside there, around the corner.

Greg: Gee thanks, mister. thanks a lot.

(He shakes the man’s hand but gets it dirty form his grease.)

(Later on, Mike is home pacing back and forth worrying what happened to Greg.)

Mike (looking at his watch): Oh, it’s 6:30. The printing shop was closed half an hour ago, I better call.

(He picks up the phone while Carol is sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Mike decided to hang up the phone.)

Mike: I’m not going to break that promise.

Carol: What promise?

Mike: Well, I promised myself I was going to trust my son, without checking up on him. (Carol starts to look at him) He should have been home by now, right?

Carol: Right, yes, he should have.

Mike: Well, he couldn’t lose those designs again. He couldn’t do that. Would you tell me he couldn’t?

Carol: He couldn’t.

Mike: A little louder, convince me of it.

Carol: Oh, Mike, you’re getting all upset.

Greg (coming in the door): Hi, Dad. Hi, Mom.

Mike: Everything okay?

Greg: Sure.

Mike: The designs, did you, did you deliver those okay?

Greg: Of course, Dad. No problem. I’ve got to go wash up for dinner.

(He goes up the stairs)

Carol: There, you see, you didn’t have to break your promise.

Mike (laughing); Yeah, it’s kind of funny. He’s a pretty mature kid for 15.

Greg: Yeah, and 16 is just around the corner, with his car.

Mike: So is 40.

Carol; Maybe around your corner, but not my corner.

(The scene fades.)

(The final scene has Carol and Mike in the living room looking at the paper.)

Carol: Hey Mke, how about a movie. There’s a good picture playing at the elite.

Mike: Okay, sounds like a good idea.

(Greg comes out wearing a jacket and tie.)

Greg: Hi, do I look okay?

Carol: Boy, you look groovy.

Mike: I take it you’re going to spend some of your hard earned salary on Randy Peterson, huh?

Greg: No, we’re gonna stay at her house and watch some TV.

Carol: That’s not much of a date for Randy.

Greg: Oh, she understands. She knows I’m saving for a car.

Carol: She must be very understanding.

Greg: She is, and I appreciate it.

Mike: Okay, good night, son.

Greg: Good night.

Carol: Not too late, Greg.

Greg: Yes, Mother.

(He leaves.)

Carol: Well, should we get going to that movie?

Mike: Listen, why don’t we, uh, stay home and watch television.

Carol: What? But you said…

Mike: Oh, come on, don’t complain. remember, we men appreciate understanding women.

Carol: You!

(She hits him on the head with the newspaper and they hug.)

        THE END

 

 

 

S2 E5 Going, Going Steady

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Going, Going Steady

Written by David P. Harmon

Marcia’s going steady with Harvey Klinger, whose favorite hobby is collecting bugs. Hope you enjoy the script.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BRADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BRADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

HARVEY KLINGER

LESTER

 

(The episode begins with Marcia coming home from school in a daze. She goes up to a rose and smells it. She comes into the house and finds Carol dusting in the living room.)

Carol: Hi, sweetheart. You’re home late today.

Marcia: Hi, Alice.

Carol: Alice? All day long I thought I was Carol Brady, your mother.

Marcia: What a lovely day this is.

Carol: Seems kind of cloudy to me.

Marcia: It’s the loveliest day ever. The daffodils are singing, the birds are blooming.

(Mike comes out of his den and goes up to Carol.)

Mike: Daffodils are singing and birds are blooming? What’s with her?

Carol: Well, my woman’s intuition tells me.

Mike: Yes?

Carol: That our little girl has a slight case of puppy love.

Mike: Slight case? I’d say from the dazed expression on her face, she had an epidemic. You’re sure that’s what it is?

Carol: Yeah, I know the look.

Mike: She’s only 13.

Carol: Well, that’s the age. That uncertain year between childhood and adolescence.

Mike: Well, anything we can do to help?

Carol: There certainly is, Mr. Brady.

Mike: What?

Carol: Prepare ourselves for the agonies to come.

(The scene fades.)

(The next scene has Alice in the kitchen, where she just prepared a salad. Jan goes in to talk to her.)

Jan: Alice, have you talked to Marcia?

Alice: No, why?

Jan: She’s real weird. I asked her if I can borrow her scarf and she said, the air is full of music and the birds smell like wine.

Alice: The birds smell like wine?

Jan: That’s what she said, honest.

Alice: Well, maybe a hummingbird got into somebody’s cooking sherry. That’ll give him something to hum about.

(Cindy comes into the kitchen.)

Cindy: Jan, what’s the matter with Marcia?

Jan: Did she say something goofy to you too?

Cindy: Uh-uh, she’s just sitting there staring at the wall with a dumb look on her face.

Jan: See.

Alice: Maybe she’s coming down with the flu. I’d better check on her.

(Marcia comes into the kitchen for an apple.)

Alice: Marcia, honey, do you feel okay?

Marcia: When your heart has wings, who can feel?

(She bites the apple and walks out, with Alice, Jan and Cindy looking on.)

Jan (to Alice): Now do you believe us?

Alice: Well, I was close, but I got the wrong bug. Make that the love bug, not the flu bug.

(Next, the boys come down the stairs to complain about Marcia.)

Greg: Mom, Marcia’s been locked in that bathroom for an hour.

Peter: We need one more bathroom and one less sister.

Bobby: Yeah, one less sister.

Carol: Oh, be patient with her, boys. You know she’s in the throes of her first romance.

Bobby: You mean she’s in love, ick!

Mike: Bobby, love isn’t all ick.

Greg: Well, who’s the unfortunate fellow?

Carol: I think his name is (Pause) Harvey Klinger.

Greg: Harvey Klinger?

Peter: Harvey Klinger?

Bobby: Harvey Klinger? (Pause) Who’s Harvey Klinger?

Mike: What’s wrong with Harvey Klinger?

Greg: Everything’s wrong with Harvey Klinger, he’s an all time All-American Grade A creep, besides being a jerk and a goof and a double dingbat.

Carol: Greg, don’t you think that’s being just a little bit strong?

Greg: Mom, those are his good points.

Cindy (coming down the stairs): Hey, you’ll never guess what happened. She’s out of the bathroom.

Peter: It’s about time.

Cindy: Now she’s talking on the phone.

Greg: Talking to hare brained Harvey, no doubt.

Cindy: Nope, she’s talking to her girlfriend, Sally, who sits next to Harvey. And it sure sounds icky.

(Next, Carol and Alice are in the kitchen, ready to serve dinner.)

Alice: Dinner’s ready, kids.

(She and Carol bring salad and rolls out to the table.)

Carol: Alice, would you please call the others?

dMike (coming out of the den): Hey, dinner ready, Alice?

Alice: Just coming to get you, Mr. Brady.

Cindy (from top of the stairs): She’s still staring at the wall.

Mike: Cindy, must we have these 10 minute announcements? (to Alice) I’d better go get Juliet.

Alice: I’ll do that. You better eat my pot roast while it’s hot, when it cools off, it loses something in the translation.

Mike (to Cindy): Come on.

(They go to the dinner table while Alice goes up to talk to Marcia, who seems depressed.)

Alice: Soup’s on, honey. Everybody’s waiting for you.

(Marcia is facing the other way and doesn’t look at Alice.)

Marcia: Everyone except Harvey Klinger.

Alice: Hmm?

Harvey: He doesn’t know I’m alive, Alice.

Alice: Oh, now, what makes you say that?

Marcia: I didn’t. He did. He told my girlfriend Sally.

Alice: Maybe she misunderstood him.

Marcia: No, Alice. (She sits up to face her.) Have you ever been in love? I mean, really, truly in love?

Alice: Sure, and it can hurt. Until the next time you’re really, truly in love.

Marcia (almost in tears): I’ll never find the right man again.

Alice: Sure you will. The problem is to find the right man who thinks you’re the right woman.

Marcia: What’s the difference? Harvey Klingler doesn’t know I exist, I wish I didn’t.

(Marcia buries her face in the pillow while Alice tries to comfort her. Downstairs, she’s discussing the situation with Mike and Carol.)

Alice: Marcia hasn’t got the sign of a cough and she isn’t lying on a chaise holding a faded lily, but you do have definitely got a Camille on your hands. (She lets out a sigh.)

Carol: Well, I suppose it hurts the same at any age. There must be some way we can help her.

Mike: Yeah, there is.

Carol: How?

Mike: Well, by not butting in. Honey, look, she’s going to get over it. Puppy love isn’t lasting and it certainly isn’t fatal.

Alice (glumly): No, but for a while, it can sure make you wish it was.

Carol: You’re absolutely right. (to Mike) I say we should try to help her.

Mike: Yeah, and I say, butt out.

Carol: Well, Mike, you yourself said is there anything we can do to help. Remember?

Mike: Yeah, I know, but…

Carol: Well, then it’s settled, we help.

Alice: Well, the problem is Harvey Klingler doesn’t even notice Marcia.

Carol: Well, then, let’s think of a way to see that he does.

Alice: Yeah, let’s think of a  way.

(They both stare at Mike.)

Mike: Oh no, you think of a way. (They continue to stare.) All right, but I’m gonna do it under protest.

Carol: Okay, now Mike, when you were Harvey’s age, what attracted you to girls?

Mike: Well, uh, having something in common like a hobby.

Alice: Sounds like a good idea.

Carol: What was your hobby?

Mike: Girls. (She starts laughing)

Alice: I wonder what Harvey Klinger’s hobby is.

(The next scene has Carol and Marcia looking in a book of insects.)

Carol (pointing to a picture of an insect): This one? Don’t peek.

Marcia: A banded wooly bear moth.

Carol: Right, and uh, ugh, this one.

Marcia: Yuck, a purple tiger beetle. That one looks icky.

Carol: Mmm, I’m with you. are you sure you want to go through with this?

Marcia: You asked me what Harvey likes, and that’s what Harvey likes. Bugs.

Carol: Bugs. Okay. (She puts her finger up.) Onward. (pointing in the book.) This one?

Marcia: A 17 year clicida?

Carol (laughing): No, not clicida, cicada.

Marcia: Cicada.

Carol: Right. (She points to her watch) And this one.

Marcia (laughing): That’s a watch.

Carol: Right again, and time for you to go to bed.

Marcia (getting up): You don’t know how much I appreciate this, Mom.

(She kisses her.)

Carol: Oh, that’s okay. that’s what mothers are for.

Mike (coming in): Hey, how’s everything in bug city?

Marcia: Heaven Dad, simply heaven.

(She kisses him good night and goes upstairs.)

Mike: I take it everything went well, huh?

Carol: Oh, and very educational too. Well, do you know the difference between a male peach tree borer and a female peach tree borer?

Mike: No, I haven’t the slightest idea.

Carol: Lucky for you, you’re not a peach tree borer. (They laugh) Hey, thanks for the hobby idea anyway.

Mike: Well, uh, (He takes a bite of an apple.) I did it under protest and I still don’t think we should meddle.

Carol: Oh.

(They hear someone outside.)

Mike: What’s that?

Carol: Oh, that’s Greg helping Marcia’s cause.

Mike: What’s he doing out there?

Carol: Collecting bugs.

Mike: Collecting bugs?

Carol: Mmm hmm.

(We see Greg on his knees getting bugs from the ground.)

Mike: How did you get him to agree to do a thing like that?

Carol: Well, I just explained to him Marcia’s problem, and the fact that, you know, she is his sister and that it is his duty to help her.

Marcia: How much you paying him?

Carol: Only 10 cents a bug.

(Mike laughs as we move into the next scene, which shows Harvey at school reading a book when Marcia goes over to talk to him. She tries getting his attention by dumping insects from a bag on the ground.)

Marcia: Is anybody sitting here?

Harvey: Hmm?

Marcia: May I sit here?

Harvey: Hmm.

Marcia (sitting down): Nice day, isn’t it.

Harvey: Hmm.

Marca (looking on the ground): Well of all things! A lateral femarata.

Harvey (looking up from his book): Where? Where?

Marcia (pointing): Right there.

(Harvey picks it up using a clipper.)

Harvey: It’s an absolute perfect specimen.

Marcia: You can have it if you’d like, I already have one.

(He puts it in with his collection.)

Harvey: Gee, thanks. My name’s Harvey Klinger.

Marcia: I’m Marcia Brady.

Harvey: You’re the first girl I ever met who knew anything about bugs. I collect them.

Marcia: You do?

Harvey: Say, aren’t we in the same English class?

Marcia; I don’t know, I sit up front. (She sees his book.) What’s that you’re reading?

Harvey: The Wonderful World of Insects by Professor G.T. Hardgrove.

Marcia: That’s my favorite book in the whole world.

(The bell rings.)

Marcia: 4th period bell.

Harvey; Yeah. Can I walk you to class?

Marcia: Okay?

(The next scene has Carol and Alice in the kitchen with Marcia coming home bursting with news.)

Marcia: MOM!, MOM!, YOU’LL NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!

Carol: Well, I’ll take a stab at the dark. What happened?

Marcia: Harvey Klingler walked me home.

Alice: No!

Carol: Oh, Marcia, that’s wonderful.

Marcia: The bugs worked! And that’s not all, he asked me to go steady with him. I said yes if you say yes. Can I Mom, please?

Carol: Well, uh, I’ll speak to your father about it.

Marcia: Oh, Musca domestica, I love you.

Carol: What?

Marcia: That’s the common housefly.

(She kisses Carol and runs out.)

Carol: Go steady?

Alice: Go steady. (Carol moans) Steady there, Mrs. Brady.

Carol: Oh, I wanted Harvey Klinger to like her, but, going steady’s something else.

Alice: I know what you mean. You expected her to just go wading, not dive right in the 20 foot board.

Carol: Oh, Mr. Brady warned me not to interfere.

Alice: You’ll have to tell him, if he hears it first from Marcia, it’ll be much worse.

Carol: Yeah, that’s right.

Alice: I wouldn’t worry too much, he’s a reasonable man.

Carol: He is, Alice.

Alice: But as a favor, would you tell him on my day off?

(The scene fades. The next scene has the kids leaving for school the next morning. Carol and Alice hand them their lunch bags and they all say good-bye. Alice tried to continue the conversation from before.)

Alice: You didn’t tell me, Mrs. Brady. Was Mr. Brady very upset about Marcia going steady?

Carol: Oh, not at all.

Alice: Oh, good.

Carol: I, uh, didn’t tell him yet.

Alice: Oh.

Carol: Well, he worked late last night and by the time he got to bed, I’d already gone to sleep.

Alice: I see.

Carol: But I’m going to tell him this morning. (Pause) Maybe I’ll tell him after dinner. I’ll fix his favorite dish.

Alice: Chicken.

Carol: Right. Chicken.

Alice: I didn’t mean the dish, I meant you.

Carol: All right, no more stalling. I’ll face the music. I’ll go tell him now, want to come with me?

Alice: Thanks just the same, I’m no good at duets.

(Carol goes upstairs to talk to Mike.)

Carol (sheepish): Mike.

Mike: Yeah?

Carol: Oh, it can wait. If you’re too busy I can come back later.

Mike: Honey, I’m just getting dressed for work. I do that from time to time.

Carol: Yeah.

Mike: What’s on your mind?

Carol (coming in the room): Mike.

Mike: Mmm.

Carol: You’re an open-minded man, right?

Mike: Right.

Carol: And flexible.

Mike: Oh, very.

Carol: I mean, you’re not the kind of man who would ever say I told you so.

Mike (suspicious); Carol. Just what are we talking about here?

Carol: Well, that rare gift you have for being fair, impartial, unprejudiced.

Mike: You left out courteous, faithful and true.

Carol: Yeah, those too.

Mike: What do I get my merit badge for?

Carol: For being understanding when I tell you Marcia wants to go steady with Harvey Klinger.

Mike (clueless): You think my striped tie will look all right with this?

Carol: Did you hear what I said, Mike? Marcia wants to go steady with Harvey Klinger.

Mike (putting his tie on): So what? Going steady, school dances, a movie, a soda. Doesn’t mean a thing.

Carol: You don’t think so?

Mike: Why, no? Honey, listen, going steady isn’t the same as when we were 13.

Carol (pleased): oh, I’m so glad you’re not upset.

Mike: Upset? Fair, impartial, unprejudiced Mike Brady.

Carol: Oh, I absolutely love you, I really do.

(She hugs him)

Mike: You do? That’s good to hear. You know, after we’re married a few years, I may ask you to go steady.

(They continue to hug as we move to the next scene, having Marcia and Harvey in the kitchen going over a wide assortment of insects.)

Harvey: This is a very unique specimen of drosophila. Really the common fruit fly, but with the unique habit of living with vinegar.

Marcia (looking through a magnifying glass): Gee Harvey, gosh.

(Greg comes in and looks on with disgust.)

Greg: Sickening, positively sickening.

(He goes to head upstairs and sees Carol)

Carol: Hi, Greg.

Greg: Hi, Mom.

Carol: Are Marcia and Harvey still in the kitchen?

Greg: Are they, YUCK!

(Back to the kitchen with Marcia and Harvey.)

Harvey: This hairy one’s called the snout beetle.

Marcia: It’s lovely, so close to the weevil family, yet so different.

Jan (coming in): Hi.

Marcia: With its offset eyes and its many jointed antennas.

Harvey: Gee, Marcia, you really know your bugs.

Marcia: What a sweet thing to say, Harvey.

(Jan leaves the kitchen unhappily and joins Greg and Carol at the staircase.)

Greg: Honest, Mom, that Harvey’s buggier than his bugs.

Jan: You said it. (She starts to mimic Marcia): Do you know the hairy beetle has offset eyes?

Greg (mimicking Harvey): Why, naturally, and a drosophila lives in vinegar, my dear.

Jan: Oh, how thrilling, Harvey.

Greg: Gosh, Marcia.

Carol: Come on you two, scoot.

(She sends them upstairs as Mike comes out of his den.)

Mike: What’s so funny?

Carol: Private joke.

Mike: Okay. (He goes out to the kitchen.) How goes it, kids.

Marcia (to Harvey): I think that’s fascinating. carpenter ants really nest in dead trees?

Harvey: You have to take my word, I couldn’t bring a dead tree with me.

Marcia: Well, I’d never doubt your word, Harvey.

Harvey: This one’s a queen, no wings, you’ll notice.

Marcia: I noticed that.

Harvey: She pulled them off herself, though why, why? One of the eternal mysteries of the insect world.

Mike: How about a piece of fruit, Harvey. (He and Marcia keep looking through the bugs.) Some milk and cookies? Harvey, how about a bug sandwich?

Harvey: Did you say something, Mr. brady?

Mike: I thought that would get you.

(He grabs an apple and walks away. Next, Marcia is upstairs trying on her mother’s makeup. Peter and Bobby come in.)

Bobby: Hi.

Peter: We need another guy for basketball.

Marcia: I’m not a guy, I’m a girl. An older girl.

Peter: Since when?

Marcia: Since I started going steady with Harvey Klinger, and I no longer play kids games.

(Jan and Cindy come in to see her as Marcia’s trying on false eyelashes.)

Jan: What are you doing up here? You’re supposed to be helping us.

Cindy: Yeah, dusting the living room.

Jan: And sweeping the kitchen and patio.

Marcia: Dust makes my eyes red, which is very unbecoming to a woman going steady.

Jan: Oh, well then just sweep.

Marcia (snobbishly): It would ruin my feminine posture.

Jan: You’re only 13, you’re not old enough yet to have a posture. What do you need false eyelashes for?

Cindy: That one looks like a seesaw.

Marcia: It makes me feel womanly, glamorous, that’s why woman wear perfume, eye shadow and lipstick. Makes you attractive to a man, beautiful and exotic.

Jan: It does? Well, I might as well be beautiful and exotic.

Cindy: Me too.

(Jan tries on perfume and Cindy puts on lipstick.)

Jan: Lovely, lovely, Isn’t that just absolutely, lovely. My goodness.

Carol (coming in): Just what do you think you’re doing?

Marcia: Just girl talk, Mom.

Jan: How do I smell?

Carol: Like you need a long, hot bath, and right now.

(Jan leaves.)

Cindy: What about me, Mom, how do I look?

Carol: Oh Cindy, I know your mouth is in there someplace. Try some soap and water and see if you can find it, okay.

(Cindy leaves.)

Marcia: I was experimenting with the eyelashes, Mom.

Carol: Going steady is one thing, but wearing false eyelashes is out.

Marcia: Out? A lot of girls my age wear makeup.

Carol: Well, I’m sorry, but that’s their mother’s problem, not mine. Now off they come.

(She pulls them off her.)

Marcia: Ouch! Like Harvey said, parents just don’t understand our generation.

Carol: Marcia, I understand it better than you think. I’ve already lived through your generation.

Marcia: But things have changed since you were my age.

Carol: Only times have changed sweetheart, people haven’t.

Marcia: But they have! You know what Harvey said? A girl my age is like a 20 year-old used to be, and a boy of 14 is like 22.

(Next, Mike and Carol are discussing that anecdote in the den.)

Mike: A girl of 13 is like 20 and a boy of 14 is like 22?

Carol: That’s what Harvey said. Oh, I should have listened to you Mike and not interfered. Well, I don’t like the way this changing Marcia.

Mike: Of course, on the other hand, maybe Harvey has a point.

Carol: What?

Mike: I mean, we’re understanding, modern parents. We have to be open-minded and fair about things, right?

Carol (surprised): What’s gotten into you?

Mike: Well, if Harvey is 22, and Marcia is 20, then that’s the way they ought to be treated. (Pause) If that’s what Harvey says.

(Carol catches on and we move on to that evening. Harvey comes to pick Marcia up for a date. Mike answers when he rings the bell.)

Harvey: Hi, Mr. Brady.

Mike (shaking his hand): Hi, Harvey, good to see you. Come on in. (He almost drags him through the door.) Come on in, sit down, make yourself at home. Marcia’s running a little late for a date, that’s a woman for you, huh.

Harvey: Yes sir, that’s a woman for you.

Mike: What we men put up with, huh?

(He slaps Harvey’s knee.)

Harvey: Yes sir, we men.

Mike: Yeah. You two doing the town tonight, huh.

Harvey: Kind of taking it easy tonight, just a soda.

Mike: Mmm hmm, mmm hmm. You know, Harvey, I wasn’t too sure about you and Marcia going steady at first, but, as you say, she’s like a woman of 20 used to be, and you’re like a man of 22.

Harvey: That’s right, sir.

Mike: Yeah, then see, I think that’s the way you ought to be treated. I mean, you’re not a kid anymore, you’re practically an adult. right?

Harvey: Yes, sir.

Mike: And ready to face the responsibilities of life.

Harvey: Yes, sir.

Mike: Harvey, what are your plans for the future?

Harvey: The future?

Mike: Mmm hmm.

Harvey: Well, next week I’m going to get a new front tire for my bicycle.

Mike: No, no, Harvey, I mean for work or a home or some kind of retirement plan.

Harvey: Well, before I retire I have to get out of junior high school.

Mike: Oh, yeah.

(Marcia and Carol come out.)

Marcia: Hi Harvey, I’m ready.

Harvey: Swell. Let’s go.

Mike: Oh listen, no need to rush, Harvey. Um, Marcia, I was just talking about you two.

Marcia: What about me?

Mike: I was just saying that I think it’s a big responsibility to be going steady and I’m pleased that Harvey here is taking it so seriously.

Marcia: Seriously?

Carol: That’s good to know. Well, before you know it, Harvey, you’ll be out of high school, out of college, going to work and hearing those wedding bells.

Harvey: Wedding bells?

Marcia: What wedding bells?

Mike: Yours and Harvey’s, the two of you, hand in hand, forever.

Marcia: Me and Harvey?

Carol: Just like your father and I.

Mike: Mmm hmm.

Marcia: We better get going, Harvey.

Harvey: Yeah. if you’ll excuse us, sir.

(He and Marcia get up to leave.)

Mike: Oh sure, of course, Harvey. Listen, it’s nice having this talk with you, okay?

Harvey: That’s okay.

Mike: Yeah.

(Marcia and Harvey head out the door.)

Marcia: Good night, Mom. Good night, Dad. (She and Harvey are outside.) What was that all about?

Harvey: Look, Marcia, I don’t think I’m ready to be 22 yet. That’s not what I meant by going steady.

Marcia: Me neither. Maybe we could go steady just once a week.

Harvey: Yeah, that’s steady enough. You still want that soda?

Marcia: Sure, but let’s hurry and get right home. Kids our age need lots of sleep.

(They leave and the scene fades.)

(The final scene has Marcia coming home with her new boyfriend, Lester.)

Marcia: Mom, Dad, this is Lester.

Carol: Hi.

Mike: Hi, Lester.

(He shakes Lester’s hand.)

Lester: Hi.

Marcia: Kitchen’s that way.

(Lester heads to the kitchen and Marcia sits down to talk to her parents.)

Marcia: Isn’t he neat?

Carol: What ever happened to Danny?

Mike: Yeah and Harvey bugs?

Marcia: Harvey turned out to be a drip. And Danny was dull, so was Alan. I’m going steady with Lester this week. (She giggles)

Carol: Oh, good.

Marcia: See you later.

(He goes to the kitchen to join Lester.)

Carol: Ah, that’s such a nice age.

Mike: Yeah, any age is a nice age. (He mimics Dracula) Even ours.

(He reaches over to kiss Carol.)

                           THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

S2 E4 The Un-underground Movie

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The Un-underground Movie

Written by Albert E. Lewin

Greg makes a movie about the Pilgrims for a history project and uses the family as cast members. Hope you enjoy the review.

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MIKE BRADY

CAROL BEADY

ALICE NELSON

GREG BRADY

MARCIA BRADY

PETER BRADY

JAN BRADY

BOBBY BRADY

CINDY BRADY

(The episode begins with Mike and Carol out in the backyard, taking pictures of Bobby and Cindy on the swings. Greg comes riding home on his bicycle.)

Mike (to Bobby and Cindy): Now higher, higher.

Carol: Mike, I think that’s high enough.

Mike: I got a close-up honey, smile.

Greg: Hi, everybody.

Carol: Hi, Greg. How’s it going?

(Carol, Mike, Bobby and Cindy come up to him.)

Greg: Hey, Mom, we got a history teacher like you wouldn’t believe.

Mike: Is that bad or good?

Greg: She wants us to be creative. We’re supposed to study the early colonies, and then think of some interesting way to tell about it.

Carol: A kind of report?

Greg: Yeah, sort of. One kid’s gonna write a play about Salem, and another’s gonna build a model of Plymouth settlement, and another’s gonna paint a picture.

Carol: Say, that is groovy. She sounds like a good teacher.

Greg: She is, Mom.

Mike: What are you gonna do, Greg?

Greg: I don’t know yet. (Pause) Say, your camera. Suppose I could use your camera?

Mike: For your report? Well, if you be careful with it.

Greg (taking the camera): Yeah, I’ll make a movie about the Pilgrims. Now, that’ll be really different.

Carol: A movie! Say Mike, that’s a great idea.

Greg: I bet I’d get an A for it.

Bobby: An A movie? Does that mean kids can say it without their parents?

(The scene fades out.)

(The next scene has Mike and Carol in their room discussing Greg’s project. Carol is in bed reading an encyclopedia.)

Carol: Mike.

Mike: Hmm.

Carol: Did you know that Plymouth wasn’t actually the first stop the Mayflower made in the New World?

Mike: Yeah, they stopped at the tip of Cape Cod for fresh water. (He gets into bed.) Greg told me too. (He kisses her.) Good night, honey.

Carol: Mike.

Mike (falling asleep): Mmm hmm.

Carol: You know, Greg is devouring history. I think it’s wonderful.

Mike (half asleep): Hmm.

(Carol turns out the light.)

Carol: Well, I wish there were more.

Mike: Hmm?

Carol: Teachers like that.

Mike: Mmm, hmm.

Carol: Writing plays, painting, making movies. Kids are bound to learn more.

Mike: Hmm.

Carol: Good night, dear.

(She falls asleep when suddenly she and Mike hear the sound of a typewriter. Carol turns the light back on and awakens Mike.)

Carol: Mike.

Mike (waking up): Honey, now what?

Carol: I hear something.

(Mike hears the sound as well.)

Mike: Sounds like a typewriter.

Carol: At this hour?

(They go downstairs to see what’s going on. Greg is at the typewriter.)

Mike: Greg.

Greg: Oh!

Mike: What are you doing up?

Greg: I’m working on the screenplay for my movie.

Mike: What, now?

Greg: Well, I’m too excited to sleep. Besides, my mind works best at this time of night.

Mike (sarcastically): Oh good, when you get a little older, I’ll send you to night school. (He gives him a slight push.) Hit the sack, huh?

Greg: Okay, I’m stuck here anyway.

(He gets up to go upstairs.)

Mike: Hey, wait a minute.

Greg: What?

(Mike sits down and Carol comes in.)

Mike: I got an idea for that. (He starts typing more and Alice comes by.) How’s that?

Carol: What’s going on here?

Mike: Greg’s writing his screenplay.

Carol: Greg is?

Mike: What do you think of that?

Carol: Well, oh no, no no. Oh, no, no. No, I think the Indian chief should definitely say “I come in peace.”.

Mike: Aw, that’s not the way they talk in the movies. You got to have a lot of “ughs” and “hows”.

Carol: Oh, that’s corny dear.

Greg: Boy.

Alice (from the kitchen): Hey, how about this, A bush, noiselessly, it parts. (She shuts the shutter.) And the painted face of the red man peers steal thily through the leaves. (She comes in.) Indians are always doing that in movies.

Carol: Yeah Alice, that isn’t bad.

Mike: Hey, hey. That’s a great way to start the whole thing.

Greg: Dad, I…

Mike: Excuse me, would you, Greg. I’ll just type it right in here.

Greg: Dad! (Mike continues to type.) Well, if nobody minds, I think I’ll go to bed.

Carol: Hey Mike, will you put that in about I come in peace.

Mike: Samoset says…

Carol: that’s my line, Alice.

Mike: I come in peace, I come in peace.

(The next scene has the kids in the backyard putting the props up for the movie. he sees Jan and Cindy painting a board.)

Greg (to Jan): You got to keep the lines straight.

Cindy: Is mine good?

Greg: Looks fine, but make it look real.

Alice (coming outside): Wow, you sure are a bunch of busy little beavers. (She notices something.) Hey, what’s this?

Peter: That’s a stock, we put criminals in it.

Bobby: They get nothing but bread and water.

Alice: And splinters.

Greg: I borrowed it form school, along with some other props.

(Carol comes out.)

Carol: Say, this looks like the real thing.

Bobby: Is it how it was in the olden times?

Carol: Exactly.

Bobby: Like when you were a little girl?

(Carol gives an astonished look.)

Alice: Bobby, your mother wasn’t born then.

Bobby: Well, Alice.

Alice: Neither was I.

(That evening, the family meets at the dinner table.)

Carol: Jan, did you wash your hands?

Jan: Yeah, see?

Mike: Say what’s taking Bobby so long?

Peter: I don’t know, I didn’t see him.

Mike: Well, go call your brother.

Peter (yelling): BOBBY!

Mike: I said go call him, not scream for him. I could’ve done that.

(They hear Bobby scream from outside.)

Carol: Hey, that’s Bobby.

(Bobby continues to scream while the family runs outside for him. Bobby put his head in the stocks and got stuck.)

Bobby: Get me out of here!

(The family goes to help him get out.)

Carol: Just a minute, honey, we’ll get you out.

(Mike and the boys get him out.)

Mike: How did you get stuck in there?

Bobby: I don’t know, if I knew, I wouldn’t have.

(Next, Carol is dressing Cindy in a pink dress, which Greg objects to.)

Carol: Hold still, sweetheart.

Cindy: I’m holding, Mom.

Greg: Mom, I tell you, that’s the wrong costume.

(Carol talks with the pin still in her mouth.)

Carol: Well dear, why don’t you let me finish it before you reject it.

Greg: They didn’t wear stuff like that in Pilgrim days. Only black and white.

Carol: Oh, but it’ s a shame to dress the girls in black and white when you’re using color film.

Mike (coming in): Hi everyone.

Carol: Hi dear. (He reaches down to kiss her) Careful of the pins!

Mike; Well, I don’t want to get stuck. (He notices the dress on Cindy) Hey, that’s one of the Pilgrim costumes, it’s very nice.

Greg: It’s nice, but not for a Pilgrim. They only wore black and white.

Carol: that must have been the origin of basic black.

Greg: Yeah, and let’s leave it that way.

Mike: Yeah, well, I think you can stretch a point in a movie. I, for one, don’t believe all the things Charlton Heston does.

(Greg goes into the girls room to give them their parts. Jan and Cindy are putting a jigsaw puzzle together. Greg knocks.)

Cindy: We’re busy.

Greg (coming in): Well, I just wanted to give you your parts in the movie.

Jan: Oh, I wanna be Priscilla.

Marcia: Sorry Jan, I’m going to be Priscilla.

Jan: I said it first. I’m Priscilla.

Cindy: I want to be a Priscilla too.

Greg: Now wait a minute, I’m the director and… (the girls argue) knock it off, everyone! Now the part of Priscilla…

Marcia: Greg, you might as well know, if I’m not Priscilla, I’m not going to be in your dumb old movie!

Jan: Me either!

Cindy: Me either, either!

Greg: Oh, come on!

Marcia: Well, am I in or am I out?

(Greg stares angrily at Marcia and Jan)

Cindy: Well, look at me too!

Greg: Oh, boy!

(He leaves and the girls continue their argument. Outside in the backyard, Peter and Bobby are playing Indians.

Greg: Hey you guys, would you come here for a minute.

(Peter pretends to slay Bobby.)

Peter: Gotcha!

Greg: Finished?

Peter: Yeah, I guess so.

Greg: Good, I want to give you your parts in the movie.

Peter: Good, I want to be an Indian.

Bobby: Me too.

Greg (to Peter): You’re going to be John Alden and you’re (Bobby) going to be Myles Standish.

Bobby: Was he an Indian?

Greg: He was a Pilgrim.

Bobby: I wanna be an Indian!

Greg: Listen to me, I’m the director and I say you’re both going to be Pilgrims.

Peter and Bobby: Indians!

(They continue to chase each other while a frustrated Greg broods. Mike and Carol are in the kitchen putting groceries away when Greg walks in.)

Carol: I can’t wait to tell Greg’s history teacher what a wonderful idea her assignment was.

Alice: I don’t know how she’d react to that Mrs. Brady.

Mike: Right, teachers are used to getting nothing but knocks these days.

Carol (seeing Greg come in): Here comes Mr. Demille now.

Mike: Hey Greg, listen. I got a great idea for that hard winter part.

Carol: Yeah, me too.

Alice: Hey, look, I wrote mine down.

Greg: Later.

Mike: Greg.

Greg: Yes?

Mike: Is something bothering you son?

Greg: I’ll tell you what’s bothering me, it’s Priscilla and the Indians. All the girls want to be Priscilla and all the boys want to be Indians.

Mike: Well you’re the director, who do you want to be Priscilla/

Greg: Jan, but Marcia won’t be in the movie if she’s not Priscilla.

Carol: Jan?

Alice: Do you think she’s ready for such a romantic role?

Carol: Well, I think Marcia.

Alice: I was thinking about myself.

Greg: You?

Alice: Sure, speak for yourself, Alice. After all, I played the part at Pilgrim Festival at P.S. 34 in ’43, or was that P.S. 43 in ’34.

Mike: Listen, why don’t you solve the problem, let your mother play Priscilla.

Greg: With Bobby as Myles Standish?

(Alice laughs.)

Carol: Well, your father was only trying to help, Greg.

Greg: Well, I don’t want any more help. I’m getting helped right out of everything I want to do. I want to write my own screenplay, design my own sets, choose my costumes and pick the actors. Don’t you see it’s my project. It has to be my work. I’m the only one who gets graded on it. And if I can’t do it, then the movie’s off, and that’s what it is, off.

(The scene fades with Greg walking away and Carol, Mike and Alice looking worried.)

(The next scene has Greg in his bedroom, with Mike and Carol coming in to talk to him.)

Carol: Greg, we’re sorry.

(She and Mike sit down on his bed.)

Mike: We were just trying to help.

Greg; I know, Dad. I’m sorry I popped off like that.

Carol: You had every right to pop off.

Mike: Even at your pop. (He laughs.)

Carol: It’s your project and you should be able to make your own decisions.

Mike: You handle it any way you want and we’ll do whatever you say.

Greg: Thanks, but the other guys don’t wanna do it my way, so…

Mike: Not anymore, I’ll pass the word that you’re the boss.

Greg (rising a little): And you’ll all do whatever I say?

Carol: Our mouths will be closed.

Carol: Right.

(They get up to leave. The next scene has the whole family in several scenes helping out with the movie and doing what Greg says to do. The movie begins with Cindy going in the stocks and Greg telling everyone what they should do and how to respond.)

Greg: Now don’t forget, when I say action, you start. When I say cut , you stop. You got it? (They all agree) Now, everyone in their places. Ready to start.

Peter: Ready. (to Jan) Priscilla, how do you like…

Greg: Peter, Peter. Not yet.

Peter: You said start (to Jan) didn’t he say start?

Jan: You said start.

Greg: But you don’t start until I say action. You got it? Okay everybody, ready and action.

Peter: Priscilla, how do you like the new world and living in the…

Greg: New settlement.

Peter: In the new settlement, with spacious skies and amber waves of grain, purple mountain majesties and fruited, above the fruited plain.

Mike (coming up to Greg): Greg, Greg.

Greg: Cut. Come on, Dad. I thought I was supposed to do this for myself.

Carol: Listen, Mike, why don’t you let Greg do it for himself.

Marcia: Yeah, Dad.

Bobby and Cindy: Come on, Dad.

Peter and Jan: Yeah, come on, Dad.

Mike: This time I insist! This time you have got to do what I say or no movie.

Greg: All right, Dad. let’s hear it.

Mike: Son, if you’re going to make a movie, before you shoot the scene, you have to take the cover off the lens.

(All the kids laugh.)

Cindy: You dum-dum.

(The next scene has Alice cast as John Carver.)

Greg: Action! John Carver! (Alice comes out and salutes three times.) Cut! That was great, Alice. That was really great. Now listen, in the next scene, we’ll first see the Indians. Indians! (Peter and Bobby come out.) Do you guys know what you’re supposed to do?

Peter: We attack the fort.

Bobby: Yeah, attack the fort.

Greg: No, you’re friendly Indians, you come in peace.

Peter: We don’t attack?

Greg: No, now, Alice…

Peter: Couldn’t we attack the fort and then make friends?

Carol: Peter, Greg does not want an attack.

Bobby: Then what do you need Indians for?

Greg: Dad?

Mike: Bobby, the Indians were friendly at first. They didn’t start fighting until their land was taken away.

Bobby: You mean the Pilgrims took away all of the Indians’ land?

Mike: That’s right. Well, at first, they didn’t take much of it.

Peter: Then how about not much of an attack?

Greg: There’s no attack! (He goes over to Alice) Alice, when they first come over, you don’t know whether they’re friendly or not until they hold up the friendly sign.

Alice: Check, check. And then I duck out and make my change while the rest of the Pilgrims greet them.

Greg: That’s it. Great! Okay, places everyone. Mom, Mom, over here.

Carol: Yeah, yeah, the butter.

Greg: You’ll be with the butter, right, up and down churning it. Dad, you’re chopping the wood, and try not to look too conspicuous, okay? Okay, everybody ready? And, action! Now, you see the Indians, now you see they’re friendly. Come on, Indians, come on.

Peter: How!

Bobby: How!

Peter: Me Samoset.

Bobby: Me Squanto.

Alice (mocking a British accent): Well, I say, I’m awfully glad to see you. Governor John Carver here, Pilgrim. (She shakes hands with them.) I say, everyone, they’re friendly Indians, bring them beads and trinkets.

Carol: How, friendly Indians.

Everyone else: How!

Carol: Oh, nice feathers.

(Alice is changing costumes at this time. She changes back into a woman but, unfortunately, forgets to take the mustache off.)

Alice: Oh, I say, look at all the friendly Indians.

Greg: Cut!

(Everybody looks at Alice’s mistake.)

Alice (surprised): What did I do wrong? (She realizes what she did.) Oh! (She pulls the mustache off) That’s what I did wrong.

(Next, they’re doing a scene with the Pilgrims experiencing a hard winter.)

Greg: Okay, now, here is the hard winter scene with the snow.

Carol: Right.

(Peter starts shaking the snow from the top.)

Greg: Peter, stop the snow. Don’t start the snow until I say snow.

Peter: I was just showing them. Isn’t it neat.

(They all agree.)

Greg: Now, everybody pay attention. Will you all pay attention to me? (They wine about how they are paying attention.) Now, come on, really. Now when this thing starts…

Mike: Say, what are these (snowflakes)?

Bobby: They’re corn flakes.

Carol: White corn flakes?

Cindy: We sprayed white paint on them.

Jan: A dozen boxes.

Marcia: And a couple bags of mashed potato flakes.

Carol (surprised): Corn flakes and mashed potato flakes?

Mike: That’s an expensive snowstorm.

Alice: Pretty fattening too.

Greg (impatient): Come on, everybody, pay attention. All right, now it snows. (Peter starts shaking the snow machine) Not yet!

Peter: You said snow!

Greg: But I didn’t mean snow! Look, all right, now when this starts the Pilgrims are standing around the stockade, right? Now you’re all unhappy, you’re wondering why you ever came to this new world. And Dad, you’re in the stocks.

Mike: Me in the stocks? What did I do to deserve to be in the stocks?

Greg: You stole food.

Carol: Oh, shamey, shamey, shamey.

Greg: All right, come on now, the rest of you. you’re all going to look cold and miserable and hungry.

Mike: Why don’t we just eat the snowflakes. (He laughs.)

Greg: Dad, this is supposed to be serious.

Alice: That reminds me, I got lunch in the oven.

Carol: Oh, good.

Marcia: What’s for lunch, Alice?

Alice: Spaghetti and meatballs.

Greg: Let’s start here.

Carol: Oh boy, yummy.

(She and all the kids make the mmm sound.)

Greg; Come on, everybody, let’s get on with the show. (Peter shakes the snow machine again.) Peter! (He shakes it some more and the other kids catch it with their hats.) Will you stop the snow?

Peter: Didn’t you say snow?

Greg: I said show. Oh, boy!

Mike: Greg, calm down. What’s wrong?

Greg (angry): I’m trying to make a movie, Dad. But everybody wants lunch, except this guy, he wants snow. (Peter shakes it again and Greg’s about to reach boiling point.) I said it, I shouldn’t have said it, I knew it, but I did!

Mike (hitting his hat up at Peter): Peter, hold the snow!

Peter: But Greg said…

Mike: Never mind, hold it!

Carol: Um, look Greg, this has been a long morning, so couldn’t we just do this scene and then maybe break for lunch?

(Everyone voices their agreements.)

Greg: Everybody take their places, all right? Dad, you’re in the stocks, Mom, help him in there, would you please?

Carol: Sure, okay.

Greg: Now remember, I want you to be cold and miserable and…

Carol: Yeah, we know, cold, miserable and hungry. And don’t start until I say action. Okay, now, get ready, here we go, and action! (Everyone pretends to be freezing and shivering.) All right, snow. (Peter tries unsuccessfully to shake the machine again.) Peter, snow! (Peter tries again but can’t get it.) Snow.

Peter: It’s stuck.

Greg: Well, fix it!

(Peter dumps the flakes out of the box on top of everybody, especially Mike in the stocks.  The scene fades.)

(The next scene has the family in the living room after the movie is completed. They’re gathered around to watch it.)

Mike: Well, it’s really finished. You know, I never thought I’d see this day arrive.

Carol: Oh, I think this is great. Greg made titles and even put his voice on tape.

Greg: Okay, are we ready?

Mike: Yes.

Carol: We sure are.

Greg: Peter, get the lights.

Carol: Hurry up, and kids, please don’t get in front of the screen.

Alice (coming out): Hold everything. You can’t have a movie without popcorn.

Carol: Oh, Alice, you think of everything.

Mike: Did you salt it?

(Bobby grabs some popcorn from Marcia and Cindy.)

Marcia: Watch it!

Cindy: Hey!

Greg: Bobby, sit down.

Carol: Yeah, stay in your chairs. (Bobby steals the popcorn) Bobby!

Bobby: I’m sorry.

Greg: Here we go. (He starts using the projector.) Wait till you hear the music and narration I recorded.

(The screen shows the movie title, Our Pilgrim Fathers and Through Hardship to Freedom, as a sub-title. then it shows written, produced and directed by Gregory Brady, with the family cheering and clapping. The next several lines has Greg’s voice on film.)

Greg: It was September the 16th in the year 1620 that the Pilgrims set sail from England for Virginia.

Mike: Say, that looks pretty good.

Carol: That looks real.

Greg: They missed Virginia because in the middle of the Atlantic, they ran into storms. (We hear reactions from the family.) But they persevered and sailed on, and finally they made it to the New World. and on a stormy day, they first set foot on Plymouth Rock. (They show a foot setting on wet land. Next, it shows the family suffering during the winter.) December came and it was very cold.

Cindy: Why are we walking so funny?

Mike: Slow motion. That’s very effective, you know that?

Greg (in person): I put in some special effects, like in those real arty movies. (Now he speaks on film) They didn’t have much shelter, so they got sick.

Carol (laughing at her scene): Oh, would you say I overacted a little? (we see another funny scene of Carol) Oh, well.

Mike: Honey, you’re my favorite ham.

Greg: Then came a terrible snowstorm.

(We see more footage of the family enduring the snow and cold weather.)

Mike: Just call me quiver lips.

Alice: I’m quivering right back at you.

Greg: They got even sicker. And sicker, and sicker, and sicker, and sicker. (It shows footage of them getting very sick and on the verge of death.) Finally, spring came and so did the Indians, so did the Indians. (They show Peter and Bobby coming in their Indian costumes.)

Mike: Squanto and Samoset.

Carol: Yeah, how, how.

Greg: The Indians amazed the Pilgrims by speaking some English. And the Pilgrims made friends with the Indians by inviting them to a feast.

(They show a scene with them at a table with a Thanksgiving dinner.)

Carol: You know Alice, I think I like you better as Alice.

Alice: Thank you.

Greg: First, they gave thanks for safely reaching the New World. Then they ate. And ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ate.

(The scene shows the family gluttonously enjoying the meal.)

Carol (to Mike): You look like Henry the Eighth.

Mike: I ate enough turkey.

(They show the next scene which takes place after the meal.)

Greg: Then one day, it was time for the Mayflower to sail back to England. (They show Mike as the captain greeting the Pilgrims.) Captain Jones asked the Pilgrims if any wanted to go back with him. Not one of them did. He reminded them of the storms and the Indians. But they wouldn’t go, so he split. So the Mayflower sailed, leaving the Pilgrims to build a new country, which they did.

(They show a scene with the family dancing around victoriously. The movie ends and the whole family claps.)

Mike (clapping): Hooray!

Carol: Good, that’s very good.

Marcia: That was great.

(The family continues to cheer as we move into the next scene. Greg comes home from school and announces some good news.)

Greg: Mom, Dad.

Carol: What is it, Greg?

Mike: What’s going on.

Greg: That groovy history teacher gave me an A for the movie.

Carol: Congratulations, that’s great.

Mike: She must have liked it, huh?

Greg: Well she didn’t think it was a great movie, but she sure thought I showed how tough it was to be a Pilgrim.

(Mike and Carol laugh as the scene fades out.)

(The final scene has Greg coming home with yet another announcement.)

Greg: Hi, Mom, Hi Dad.

Carol: Hi, honey.

Mike: Hi, Gregory.

Greg: Dad.

Mike: Something on your mind, son?

Greg: We’re studying the American Revolution now.

Carol: Hey, that’s a very interesting time.

Greg: Yeah. Hey listen, I was thinking, now, if we hung a lantern on top of the roof, it could look like the old north church.

Carol (sheepishly): You mean a movie about Paul Revere?

Greg: And the backyard, it could become the green at Concord.

Mike: Wait a minute, Greg.

Greg: And the front porch would make a great Boston Harbor, and I could put a lighthouse in it.

(He walks out of the family room.)

Carol: Well, honey, I guess if he could film the Pilgrims at Plymouth, certainly he can film the ride of Paul Revere.

Mike: I know, but what happens next term?

Carol: What?

Mike: When we have to stage the whole Civil War?

                              THE END