 Please, we get to the account book now and the money. I'm ready, Mama. It sure looks like a lot of money when they pay you in silver, darling. It's not a lot, not the way Papa works. First for the landlord, Mama. Now for the landlord. For the landlord. Next for the grocer. For the grocer. For the grocer. Money for sure is this week, Mama. Catherine shoes to be half sold. Oh, Catherine shoes? Teacher says I need a new notebook, Mama. Yeah, how much is it to be? A dime. For the notebook, then. Yeah, you don't lose it, Christine. I'll keep it in my hand, Mrs. Mama. Yeah, you watch out now when you blow your nose. It's all, Mama? Yeah. Yeah, it's all for this week. It's good. We do not have to go to the bank. Yeah, it's good. His name was Mr. Hyde. It's so beautiful. And his manners were so elegant. Once a week, after suppreditions, he would join a family around the kitchen table and read a marriage to us from one of his books. Yeah, here he is. Mr. Hyde is going home. He has some two city children. Tonight Mr. Hyde says he finishes the story, maybe. Such a beautiful story. What said? I like sad stories. If we are all ready, Mrs. Henson? Yeah, Mr. Hyde, we are ready. Thank you. In the black prison of the Colseer jury, the doomed of the day awaited their fate. They were in number as the weeks of the year. Fifty-two were to roll that afternoon on the life-side of the city to the boundless Everland. Well, Mr. Hyde came to the end. But none of us have noticed the time. It is a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done. It is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known. Here, she has an air raid. Mama sent for the doctor. Good doctor. What do you say? She's in the house now. He's looking at Dagmar's ear right now. Captain, Christine. We'll stay in the house. Well, well, well, well, well, what does that mean? But what, Mr. Hyde? Well, well, what is it in the child, huh? Operation. I'm afraid so. Yes, doctor, we go. Well, what is with the charge? It's a master. I believe that's what I said. Immediately. Dr. Janssen, I have this money, doctor. It's enough. If there isn't which, we can go to the bank. We have a bank account. Listen, if there is neither of money I pay. Yeah, don't worry. We'll take Dagmar to the clinic. Good, good. I have patients there already. My name you are on it. Pardon? She greets boy in hospital. He operated this morning on his knee. Should have been done long ago. Well, if you have Dagmar at the clinic in an hour's time, she will be at the clinic in ten minutes time. I have automobiles. I can hardly make arrangements in ten minutes. But then I make arrangements. I know, doctor. Uncle Chris, Dr. Janssen, I arrange. She's a good doctor. Thank you, madam. And don't worry. I'll do the operation myself. I've watched. You will do no such thing, sir. Always, I've watched operation. I'm head of family. This morning, with many of you... I'll allow no one to attend my operation. Well, I'm so bad. I go see Dagmar, Martha. Uncle Chris, no, wait. It's kind of you, but no. You frighten her. I frighten her. Yeah, Uncle Chris, you frighten everyone. I frighten her, man. I frighten everyone. Even Yenny, the great trainer, they are frightened of you. The aunt women. And the children too. So you drive to the hospital in your automobile, but you do not frighten Dagmar. Yes, come, come, get Dagmar. Cut in. Yes, Uncle Chris. Oh, no. Are you cut in? A little, Uncle Chris. Yance, yes. I like to frighten them. Yeah, Yenny. But they make you laugh, huh? You do not frighten them, huh? They do not like the most, huh? Yenny, Yenny, make you cleaner, huh? Cut in. I think I like that Yenny the least. She's so bossy. I can't stand that secret. Always firing and complaining. I think so too. Let's go to the hospital too, to go home. You are trapping up the house. Dagmar? Hospital? Just some more assist doings. Yenny. You're a whining old fool. You get out of here. Stay where you are, Sigrid. And you, Yenny, you're a bossy old fool. And you get out of here. Excuse me, no. We are taking Dagmar to hospital too. You come with us in the automobile. Sigrid, Catherine, you and Christine are good children till Mama comes home. Yes, Mama. No. It's for your lunch. I go now. No. You can't go. Not with that man. Why, he is an automobile too. That woman from his range. She even brings her when he comes to visit family. Yeah. It's housekeeper. In front of the children even, he brings her. So it will kill me to sit an automobile with her? I have seen her. She looks nice woman. Yeah. I come back girls. In English? No, visitors for 24 hours. But you have here for Dr. Johnson. Then Mrs. Johnson had her gallbladder taken out. She was six hours on the operating table. I do not want to hear about Mrs. Johnson. Mother, I go out for a while. I stop by house, yeah? She eats kids hour, right? Thanks, Uncle Chris. Come back later. Have some coffee. Yeah, yeah. You have more ladies than I do, I think. Is there something in your nose? You're just waiting. Poor little dogma. She is so... Mrs. Hansen? Doctor. Where? Dagmar is fine, Mrs. Hansen. She came through beautifully. Oh, thank you, doctor. I go to her now. No. No, I'm afraid you can't. But you'll see her tomorrow. Tomorrow? She will be frightened if I do not keep my promise. For the first 24 hours, clinic patients are not permitted to have visitors. The warden has to get very quiet. But this could not make a sound. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hansen. Tomorrow? Long to wait. Tomorrow. I promise her. What can I tell Papa tonight? She wouldn't worry like this. What's the matter, Mama? Mama... Mama, see Dagmar. She's worried. Coming home in the streetcar, she kept talking to me in Norwegian. What are we going to do? Well, you don't have to make everything so dramatic. Can't you see that Mama's heart is breaking? People's hearts don't actually break. They do, too. Only in books. Mama, what's the bucket for? You're going to scrub now? I'm going to get down on your knees. Now do you believe me? Mama, I wish you wouldn't do this. You must be tired to get down on your knees. It would feel better if I sink to your arm, huh? Pain comes, you say. It has plenty on it. I know, I paint, too. I spell what you want. Can I get things done more? So Mama disappeared on the corridor. Happened to walk in together. I think maybe she works here. She was sick. Good evening. Good evening? It's all right. I scrub floors now. Oh, you must be the new scrub, lady. Of course, I need cleaning. They certainly do. Go right ahead. Stop wherever you want. Thank you. How she scrubbed floors till she discovered the right word. I scrubbed again till she saw the light skin and another... Yes, Mama, Dagmar. We just did find him. Yeah? At this time, Uncle Elizabeth fights with Bulldog Mama. Oh, no. Yeah, his last fight, I think. No. He's just kind of sick, Dagmar. He's hard. Would it not be better for poor Uncle Elizabeth to go quietly to sleep? He'll never wake up again. I think he will die anyway. See, let us see how he gets through the night. As it needs to drugstore, Mama, I get something for Uncle Elizabeth. Chlorophore, maybe. Chlorophore? It is best thing to do, Mama. Yeah, but such a sad homecoming for Dagmar. Mama! Mama! You're toasting. We just stood cases. Mr. High, let me see. Oh, it's wonderful. Now we pay Dr. Everything. And you can buy your new coat. Your warm coat. There will be no more reading. He said we could have his box, Mama. Or warm. You know how? Me? No, I thought that you would. You don't stand there, Carton. Here, here. You and Christine take Dagmar her train. I'll go. Go and don't spill it. I'm not about to chloroform. If you hold the cat, maybe I... He holds a cat. Nobody holds the cat. I think if we get a big sponge and cover him over with a blanket. And then he left. He asked Mr. Cooper to cash his check for $50. I'm so, so. Oh. You're fine, Mr. High. There's a crook. Check is no good. You mean the check is no good, too? Mr. High bought a taxi. He paid with far, far better things than money. I bet it must have been $100. More even. Yeah, maybe you don't have things to do. I have. And what do you have to do that's so important? I have to... It's not good to let her grow up believing I can fix it. Mr. Schiller's window. Yes, and made her go and sell her son a dresser set. How else could she buy it? You know Papa's been out of work. But what do you care? You got your dresser set. But Mama wanted your happiness. Even more than she wanted her brooch. But she loved it so. It was all she had of Grandmother. Catherine, you have your play to act. I want to act in the play now. But you must. A whole audience waiting for you. I don't care. You must care. Look, tonight you are not Catherine any longer. Tonight you are an actress. And an actress must act whatever she is feeling. So you stop your crying, Catherine, and acting play. Oh, a pattern. Come home later, they think. Well, sit down. I have coffee already. Lars, I'm worried about Catherine. She was not good in the play tonight. Was not like Catherine. Martin, after you leave, Catherine found out about your brooch. My brooch? What's her? Who told her? I did, Mama. Christine, why? Why did you tell her? Because I hated the way she was acting about that old dresser set. So smug. It's no excuse. You make her unhappy. You make her not good in the play. Well, she made you unhappy getting up your brooch for herself. It's not for you to judge. I choose to give my brooch. Christine is the stubborn one. It worked. Tomorrow morning. See, that's fine. Isn't it, Mama? Yeah, it's good. Catherine. Here's your brooch, Mama. I'm sorry I was so bad in the play. Here's. Wait. We went to Mr. Schiller's house. He didn't want to give the brooch back, but Catherine begged and begged. And the dresser set? Did she give that back? Yes. It was awful hard for her to do, Mama. Nervous is the kind one. Catherine. Catherine, come in here. The brooch. Here, you put this on, Catherine. No, it's your graduation present. I put it on for you. Oh, where I owe it. I'll keep it forever. Christine should not have told you. I'm glad she did now. I am glad too. Oh, Catherine, wait. Yes, also for you. Yeah, Catherine? Yeah. No, wait, wait. The milk pitcher. Lock the milk, Lars. For me? For our grown-up daughter. Catherine is the dramatic one. Yeah. He's too bad. Her first cup of coffee and she doesn't drink it. You drink it, Lars. We do not want to waste it. And you, Martha, you are the practical one. Yeah, practical. Lars, I think, I think maybe the children turn out all right. Yeah? You give me a drink. Uncle Chris, that will not help you now. Whiskey always there. Now especially. That I'm dying, you know? Why else do I think you come here? Get out. Get out. I don't want you here. Very well. See, great trainer. Come, invade on the porch. If he wants us. That is where I want you, on the porch. Oh, wait. There is Arne. Come here, Arne. How's your knee? It's fine, Uncle Chris. Don't hurt anymore, Arne? No, Uncle Chris. You don't say you don't need it anymore? No, sir, not anymore. It's no real smear word. Means in Norwegian, stupid old goat. Arne, you woke up? Let me see. Woke up on the room. Like this, Uncle Chris? Huh? Fast? Fast? Yeah, that's good. Oh, Uncle Chris, Arne has always been so fond of you. I tell you all to get out now. It's a matter. Matter and Katrina. She and I are secret. You remember Katrina? Yes, Uncle Chris. Matter. Give me bottle. There on table. No, Uncle Chris. Well, we can't waste what is left in the bottle. Who will drink it when I'm dead? Come give it to me. All right. One drink. Give me, give me. Matter. Yeah. You sell this ranch. Give money to Yesi. Yesi. Yesi, but I'm a housekeeper. Now, why do I call her that to you? She's my wife. For many years my wife. Only I do not tell you as sisters. I play fine joke on them. You're Uncle Chris. Where is Yesi? I get her, Uncle Chris. Yeah? I'd like you both be here. Cutting. You talk to me. Mama, right? Me, you drink coffee now? Yes, Uncle Chris. Good. You're not frightened of me now. No, Uncle Chris. So you will be right, huh? One day maybe you write story from Uncle Chris, if you remember. I'll remember. You mean Yesi, Uncle Chris? Ah, nothing best Catrini go now. Farewell, Catrini. Goodbye, Uncle Chris. You sing of region like I do. Yesi, this is my niece, Matta. Matta, this is Yesi, my wife, who has given me much happiness. I'm very glad to meet you. I am too, Matta. And now you give me one more drink. You have drank with me, both of you. They may be finished apart. Yeah, sure, Uncle Chris. You know there's no water, Yesi. No. Last drink all this without water. True. Matta's glass, Yesi. Thank you. It's gone, Matta. Farewell, Uncle Chris. Is she gone? Here comes Matta. I was just telling Trina and CJ, all this expensive fuss, waiting for a wicked old man to die of the detainees. No more waiting, Yenny. Uncle Chris is gone, huh? Did he? Did he say anything about the will? There is no will. Well then, that means? Well, since we are his nurse, there is no money either, Yenny. How do you know? He told me, CJ. And, Yesi, give me this little book. It's the account of how he spent his money. Beers from a saloon! No, Yenny, no. Oh, I read it to you. You know how Uncle Chris was lame, how he walked always with limp. But his one thought, lame people. I read you the last page. Joseph Spinelli. Four-year-old, tubercula left leg, $337.18. Walks now. Esther Jensen. Nine-year, clubfoot, $217.50. Walks now. Arna Solis. My Arna. Nine-year, fractured kneecap, $442.16. Yeah. Arna. It does not tell in the book the end about Arna. I like to write walks now. Yeah. Or maybe even run. Yeah. It's finished. Was good. Yeah. Was good. You may go in and see him now if you want. Oh, Yesi. Maybe you all never meet Uncle Chris Vice, Mrs. Halberston, my sisters. She's right. Yeah, it's true, it's true. Oh, how do you do? Yesi. I am Yenny. I go in and wash the dishes. How's that? Thank you. Yesi, you like to come to San Francisco for a little? I like to have you. We got plenty room. Thank you, Martha. Maybe I will. Katrin. Katrin, you come in and see him. Yeah, I like to see him, Katrin. He looks happy. I like you to know what that looks like. Then you're not frightened of it ever. Will, will you come with me? Yeah, sure. I come. Yes, like everyone else, it assumed I would be a writer. Three years later, it was also assumed I would go to college. But then I realized how pointless it would be. But why not, why not college? Because the only reason for my going was to be a writer. Well, I'm not going to be one. I see. One of your stories comes back again to test rejection. It's the best story I've ever written. Oh, Papa, you talk some sense to her, please. Katrin has sense, Mama. By the way, Katrin, I have read an article in your newspaper. Here, it says, um, it's young. It says, woman writer tells key to literary success. See, the picture, too. What woman writer? Oh, very fat lady, uh, Florence Dana-Moyed. Do you ever hear of her? Yes, of course, every one of them. She's terribly successful. Here, Katrin, you'll read it. Florence Dana-Moyed celebrated novelist, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Interviewed today on a suite at the Fairmont Hotel. Pronounced with clarity the essential quality for success as a writer. A lot of help, that is. But maybe if you send your story to this lady, she could tell you what's wrong with them. Oh, Mama, don't be silly. You seem to think that writing is like, well, like cooking or something, or you need as a recipe. You have to have the gift for it. Apart from literature, Mrs. Morkin life is gas, gas, gastronomy. Gastronomy? Just on? I, um, I think it is to do with, uh, eating, Mama. Oh. Now, um, I go downtime for a little while. I get material for new dress for Dalmore, maybe. And, uh, maybe, uh, stuff by the Fairmont Hotel, maybe? The Fairmont Hotel? Pardon me, by what street is Fairmont Hotel? Why, your daughter did not ask you for one, two minutes, Mrs. Morkin. Oh, no, I'm sorry. I wish the newspaper had never printed that interview. The paper said you like to collect recipes for eating. Well, yes. Yes, I do. Well, I too am interested in... Gastronomy? I'm good cook. Oh. I have special recipe for Chuck Buller. My mother gives me. She was the best cook I ever knew. Chuck Buller? Never have I told this recipe to anyone. But if you let me talk to you, I tell it to you. Your daughter? She wants to write, you say? Yeah, I bring her stories. Here, Mrs. Morkin, I bring 12 of them. 12? Well, if you could read maybe just one, to know if someone is good cook, you do not need to eat whole dinner, yeah? You're very persuasive. Now, uh, how about the Chuck Buller? Well, when you make the meatballs, you drop them in boiling stock. Not water. Oh. That is one of the secret. Ah-ha! And the cream sauce is another secret. Is her sour cream added at the last bite? Sounds marvelous. Uh, look, why don't you come up to my room? Perhaps you just write the recipe out for me? Well, maybe we make bargain, Miss Morkin. While I write the recipe, you'll read Catherine's story. You win, my girl. Come on. Morkin, stay in my hand. Yeah, she read five of them, Catherine. I was two hours with her. We have glass of sherry. We have two glasses of sherry. Mama, what did she say about her? She said they are not good. Well, I know that. I know that you- But she say more. Will you listen, Catherine? She say you write now only because of what you have read in other books. She say you must write about things you know. And then you have written story that is real and true. You send it to someone whose name she gives me. It's her agent. Here, I write it down. No, no, it's the recipe for goulash as her grandmother made it. Now, here, his name and address. But, Mama, I haven't been anywhere or seen anything. Well, you could write about San Francisco, maybe. Or even better, about Papa. Papa? Papa is fine man. He's wonderful man. Yes, I know. Then I go fix up her. Like you should write about Papa. Uncle Count. Never in my life have I been inside a bank. Yes, I know, but I tell lie. Why did you pretend? It's not good for little ones to be afraid to not feel secure. But now with five hundred dollars, I think I can tell. Mama. Great thing. You find ears and dark marks and tell him to come here. And Catherine, you go get your story. Now? Yeah, now. All Mr. Lee did to us. Now, what is it called? It's called- You write about Mama? But yes. It's good, good. But Catherine, I just- Mama, I thought that he just- Yeah, we already- Catherine, I'll have been home. Papa and Mama were both born in Norway, but they came to San Francisco because Mama's sisters were here. All of us were born here. My brother Nails, my sister Christine, and a little sister, Dad Mama. It's true. All born in this house. When I look back, 1910 seems like only yesterday. I remember Mr. Hyde, the border, and Mama's sisters and my Uncle Chris. But first and foremost, I remember Mama. I remember how every Saturday night, Mama would call the family together. She'd sit down at the kitchen table and count out the money that Papa had brought home. For the landlord, Mama would say. For the grocer, at last Papa would ask, is old and Mama would look up then and smile. Is good, she'd remember. We do not have to go to the bank. I remember Mama and the three stars who made this evening such a success. Here they are, Irene Dunn, Barbara Belgettis, and Oscar Hamoka. We thank you, as Mama. It's good to be back. There will be another proof of your versatility next Saturday. What's happening Saturday, Irene? I'm joining the circus. I don't think pictures are here to stay. Circus comes to town this year. The first performance is for the benefit of St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica. And a lot of Hollywood people will take part. I'll be there with a bottle of pop in one hand and a bag of peanuts in the other. What do you do, Irene? Ride a horse, bear back, standing up? Oh, well, not exactly, bear. It's eight horses. You ride eight horses? No, no, I don't mean... I'm traveling by something faster than horse and carriage when you go back to New York. Oh, yes, Bill. I'm traveling back this week. We'll start rehearsing for the new Kauffman and Ferbably Bravo. What's your next plan? A new picture from Universal International Studios, Barbara. A current hit all over the country. It's one of the freshest and most original comedies we've had in a long while. Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid. And the stars are straight from the picture cast. They're William Powell and Irene Herbie. You can see the possibilities when Bill tries to explain to his wife that he's somewhat involved with the mermaid. It sounds like a wonderful part for Bill Powell. Good night. Good night. And come back soon, buddy, and the mermaid. This is William Keely saying good night to you. Co-starring with James Mason in the Enterprise picture caught. Third in our cast tonight were Hope Landon as Jenny, Edith Evanson as Stig Reed, and Bill Johnstone as Papa. Our music was directed by Louis Silver. And this is your announcer, John Milton Kennedy, reminding you to join us again next Monday night to hear Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid, starring William Powell and Irene Herbie.