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But Louie, you just ate.
Yeah, well, so what?
I could use something to settle my lunch, couldn't I?
All right, hop in the car, Peggy.
Oh, Tate, what time are you going to be home, Louie?
Well, it's a doubleheader today between the Summerdale
Dragons and Civic Center White Sox,
so what middle-aged sis, probably about 6.30.
All right, but drive carefully.
You know me, sis.
Oh, gosh, I'm thrilled.
Oh, baseball is a wonderful game.
Yeah, sure is.
The cross.
The peanuts.
The excitement.
The popcorn.
The umpire yelling, play ball!
And the fenders yelling, red hot!
Oh, don't you love the game?
Love it?
I could eat it up.
Well, here we go.
Bye, Mother.
See you.
Well, goodbye, Peggy.
So long, Peggy.
Have a good dinner.
Howdy.
So long.
Goodbye, Louie.
Goodbye.
Have a good time.
I do hope it was all right to let Louie take the car
without asking Mortimer's permission.
Well, there they go around the corner.
Too late now.
Eh?
It's what too late now, Agatha?
Mortimer.
Mortimer me.
Yeah, right.
The first time.
You, the little lady, it's a great big kiss.
Mwah, mwah, mwah.
Yeah.
If you want to try it for two.
Oh, you silly.
Yeah.
Mortimer, what are you doing here?
Well, I live here.
But this time of day.
Mr. Barker gave me the afternoon off.
Oh, what a wonderful man.
So he could make me work tonight instead.
Oh, what a terrible man.
Yeah, I'm going to go back to the office at 5 o'clock.
And then I've got to go over to Summerdale with Mr. Barker
to see a very important plan.
And right now, I think I'll go in the house
and take a little nap.
But why do you have to go to Summerdale?
Because Mr. Barker's car broke down.
Well, what's that got to do with it?
Well, I've got to drive Mr. Barker to Summerdale in our car.
Our car?
Yes.
And we've got to be in Summerdale at exactly 6 o'clock.
This client we're going to see is a very punctual man.
If we're a minute late, Mr. Barker
says we'll lose his business.
But, but if you have to be in Summerdale at 6,
you'll have to leave Civic Center by 5.
Man, I think that'll give us enough time
if the car holds up.
It, it, it.
Well, Agatha, what's the matter?
You look pale.
Mortimer, would you like a glass of lemonade to cool you off?
Why, I'm not very warm.
You will be.
You see, Mortimer, we don't have a car.
Well, in that case, I can't drive Mr. Barker to Mr. Barker's.
You, you what?
What do you mean we don't have a car?
Well, of course we have a car.
It's right back there in the garage.
No, it isn't.
It isn't?
You mean, you mean it's been stolen?
No.
Louie and Peggy took it to the baseball game.
The baseball game?
The Summerdale Dragons and the Civic Center White Sox.
The who, the what?
Uh, double header.
But, but, but Agatha.
They'll be back at 6.30.
Oh, no.
If I don't have the car at the office by 5 to pick up Barker,
I'll be fired.
Mortimer, if I'd only known.
What are we going to do?
Well, first of all, how about that glass of lemonade
you were going to fix?
Lemonade?
But what for?
To wash down those six aspirin tablets I'm going to take.
I feel a headache coming on.
Louie, I'd like to hammer out the anvil chorus
on that hammerhead's head with a sledgehammer.
Ruff.
Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff.
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Hey, here we are at the ballpark.
You think we should go in and look for Louis?
Oh, my heavens, no.
There'd be too big a crowd, or we'd never find him.
If we could just find the weenie man,
he'd lead us to Louis like a car.
Why bother?
You have your own set of car keys,
so we'll go to the parking lot and look for the car.
It's right over here, dear.
Oh, my goodness.
Look at all those cars.
Well, there's nothing to do but go at it systematically.
Come on.
But, Mortimer, there's so many cars.
We'll be here for hours.
You're acting like a man.
Either we start looking for our car
or I start looking for a new job.
Well, maybe a new job would be easier to find.
Mortimer, look over there.
The car.
Oh, boy, this is a break.
Come on, come on.
But, Mortimer, what will Louis think
when he comes out of the ballgame and finds the car?
His heart will be in his mouth.
Well, don't worry.
He can push it down with some cracker jacks.
Oh, poor Louis.
I can't help worrying.
My poor little baby brother.
Oh, gee, Uncle Louis.
The game is about to start.
Are you sure the tickets aren't in your pocket?
Uh-huh.
I'm positive, Nishi.
I must have left them in the car.
Look through your pockets again.
Okay.
All right.
You hold this stuff as I haul it out.
Here.
What's this?
Oh, that's a ham and cheese and peanut butter sandwich
to fill in until the candy butcher gets around to it.
Now, let me show you.
I'll show you.
Oh, yeah.
A check for a free hamburger at the pool room.
Parking tag, key ring, paper clips,
bed and nail puzzle.
That's all.
Oh, gosh, Uncle Louis.
I guess you don't have the tickets in your pocket after all.
It doesn't look like it, no.
Can I take a peek inside that sandwich?
Oh, this is no time for joking, Nishi.
Well, here we are at the parking lot.
Let's take a look in the car.
Yeah, see, that could be.
The car is right outside.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure it's in the car.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure it's in the car.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure it's in the car.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure it's in the car.
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure it's in the car.
Here we go.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, thanks heaven, we found the car right away.
Now stop worrying, Mardmer. Everything's all right.
And you still have over two hours before you have to meet Mr. Barker and drive him to Summerdale.
I hate to say it, but what Barker would have done if I hadn't been able to get there with the car.
Listen, there's a motorcycle policeman coming up behind us.
Yeah, must be after somebody up ahead.
It couldn't be us. We're only doing 30 miles an hour.
He's right alongside of us. Mardmer, look, he's waving at us.
Friendly fellow, isn't it?
Perhaps I should wave back at him.
Well, surely, dear. I think it's always nice to be neighborly.
Okay, you pull over.
What? Did he talk to us, dear?
Yes, he said to pull over.
Pull over? I wonder what he wants.
You'd better stop, Mardmer.
All right, all right. I'm stopping, dear.
Oh, Mardmer, look.
What?
The policeman's drawing his gun.
My gracious, what do you suppose is the matter?
Okay, buddy, get out of that car and come out with your hands up.
My hands up?
That's what I said and tell your mom to get out, too.
Mom, get out, mom.
It's my mom.
Well, of all of them.
Now, just a minute, officer. There must be some mistake.
You bet there is, and you made it.
We're tough on car thieves here in Civic Center, mister.
Car thieves?
Mardmer.
Okay, mister, get out of that car.
Oh, wait, but you're wrong, officer. I didn't steal this car.
The party didn't.
You took this car off the baseball park
in not less than 15 minutes ago, didn't you?
Well, yes.
That's all I wanted to know.
But I own this car. It's mine.
Don't try to kid me. If it's your car, why'd you steal it?
Because that's the only way I could get it.
Yeah, I mean, I didn't steal it. I just took it.
Oh, a confession.
Now, look here, officer.
Never mind him. Keep quiet.
No, no, you don't. I'm a free citizen and I have my rights
and I don't have to keep quiet.
Keep quiet, Mardmer. Yes, ma'am. I mean, yes, yes.
Officer, this car belongs to my husband and he can prove it.
Oh, yeah?
Go ahead, Mardmer.
Show him your identification, your driver's license.
Yeah, it's all right. Here, here's your license.
Well?
Oh, my goodness. Mardmer, what is it?
I left my wallet and all my identification on my other shoes.
Oh, Mardmer, now what are we going to do?
But I can't go to jail. I've got to drive Mr. Barker over to Summer's Edge.
Oh, sir, will you please move away? You're obstructing traffic.
What? What did you say?
Mardmer, look. Dr. Fermi's Peggy's teacher.
We're saved. Officer, that man can tell you who my husband is.
Oh, he can, huh? Hey, you. Come here.
I'm Dr. Fermi. Is there something I can do for you, officer?
Yeah. Who is this guy I'm talking to?
Don't you know?
If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you.
Well, if you don't know, why don't you ask him? He probably knows.
Now, look, all I want...
I don't know, Dr. Fermi. You know me.
Do I?
Of course you do, doctor. This is my husband, Mardmer.
How do you do, Mardmer? I'm glad to meet you.
Thank you. Oh, doctor, look, tell the policeman who I am.
Oh, dear. Then you don't know. Amnesia. What a pity.
Okay, okay. We've had enough of this.
You're going to jail, brother.
But...
This guy doesn't know you from Adam.
Adam? I thought the lady said his name was Mardmer.
No.
Never mind. Where he's going, he won't need a name.
He'll have a nice big number. Come on, you.
When? So this is what the front of a police station looks like.
Oh, doctor, if you just hadn't forgotten Mardmer's name,
everything would have been all right. Now he's in jail.
Dr. Fermi, why are you so absent-minded?
I've often wondered about that.
Do you suppose it has anything to do with the fact that I have a poor memory?
Well, I can't go home and leave Mardmer here in jail.
What am I going to do?
Wait. I just remembered something.
Really? What?
Corpus Stilicti.
What are you talking about?
Something I recall from my law school days. Corpus Stilicti.
The existence of the essential fact or fact which proved the commission of a crime as
the finding of stolen goods on the person of an alleged thief.
Doctor, what are you saying?
In other words, if the stolen car was stolen from the police,
how could the police ever prove that the stolen car had ever been stolen in the first place?
Or that Mr. Meek had ever stolen the stolen car?
Dr. Fermi, do you feel all right?
In short, what if I should take Mr. Meek's car from out in front of the police station
and park it in the next block?
Then would not the police think the stolen car was stolen from the man who stole it?
And with the stolen car stolen, they'd have to release the man who stole it?
We've got to get Mardmer out of jail somehow.
What I said, is it not?
You did?
Of course.
Oh, Doctor, you're wonderful!
The police station is just down in the next block.
Perhaps the police have recovered Morty's car already.
Oh, I hope they have.
That would be real luck.
I won't be able to save Daddy if they haven't.
Don't worry about it.
They can't.
Hey, Pagy, look!
What?
Over there!
Why, that looks like Morty's car!
It is Morty's car.
Well, what do you know?
Oh, so, Louie, this is wonderful!
What do you think of that?
Here it is parked within a block of the police station.
The person who stole it must have left it here.
Yeah, come on.
Let's get back to the ball game.
We're behind five minutes and six bags of popcorn by this time.
But couldn't we go tell the police we found the car?
Uh, why bother?
Police are busy enough as it is.
Well, all right, if you say so.
All right, hop in the jeep.
Oh, kido.
I'll go around the other side and-
Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?
Hello, officer, what's the matter?
You're driving this car?
Are you sure? Why?
Don't you know it's against the law to park next to the fireplugs?
But, all right, now, don't give me any argument.
The chief's got a drive-on against you law-breaking automobile drivers.
About time, too.
Oh, but, officer-
Arguing, huh?
Even guys like you, a ticket never does any good.
Well, the police station's just down on the next block.
I think I'll just run you in to have a little talk with the sergeant.
Come on.
But, officer, wait-
Oh, Uncle Louie, now we're really in for it.
What will daddy say when he finds out we've been arrested?
He always says no member of the Meeks family has ever been in jail.
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["The Star-Spangled Banner"]
But, Officer, we didn't park the car next to this fireplace.
Yeah, sure. I suppose you're gonna tell me the fireplug is only an ornamental brooch on the curb stone.
No. Now listen, the car was parked by the flood by the man who stole it.
Stole what? The fireplace?
No, the car.
What man was that?
How should I know?
Well, how do you know he stole it?
Because we went to the baseball game, don't you see?
Oh, and I lost the ticket.
Yeah, I see how that could be.
And the car was taken from the parking lot.
What in heaven's name is a parking lot in a baseball game got to do with a fireplug?
So I'll explain that.
Never mind. Quiet. Silence.
You make a gibbering idiot out of me.
Now, just come along quietly.
Just a minute, Officer.
Look at that fireplug again.
What about it?
Say, there's a sign on this side.
It says, out of order.
Well?
Well, if it's out of order, how can we do any harm by parking next to it?
It's not really a fireplug if it won't work now, is it?
A plug is a plug.
What a bet.
And get in trouble for sergeant.
If he should hear I made one little bet...
Oh, we won't tell him if we don't have to.
I don't believe you.
Try it.
Look, don't let me catch you asking the sergeant even the time of day.
Where is the sergeant?
Now, none of that, wise guy. None of that.
Now get, scram, off my beat and stay off before I go completely nuts.
I still don't understand how you got me out of jail.
Well, I'm not quite sure I understand myself, dear.
No.
And even to the sergeant.
But he wanted to get us out of there before Dr. Fermis drove him crazy.
Well, everything's all right.
I'll pick up the car and meet Mr. Barkman.
Hey, wait a minute.
What's the matter, dear?
I thought you said the car was parked in the back of the car.
I was just asking.
Why did you ask?
I don't know.
I thought you said the car was parked in the next block.
Well, it is.
Look, look down the street.
There isn't a car inside.
Dr. Fermis, are you sure you parked the car in this block?
Yes, yes, I'm sure I did.
I remember parking it right by that fire plug.
I did that so I wouldn't forget what I put it to know.
Well, what happened to it, Sagittarius?
The car must have been stolen.
Stolen?
Yes. Oh, no.
You're not too disappointed about not going back to the ballgame, are you, Uncle Louie?
No, by now they'd probably run out of mustard anyway.
Well, I really think we should be getting home before anything else happens to us.
Hey, look at that big sign.
It says, stop.
Stop?
Yeah, stop here for the biggest beef burger in Civic Center for ten cents.
Uncle Louie, you're not going to stop, are you?
Why not?
You got ten cents, ain't you?
Uncle Louie, be careful. The car behind you is going to...
Oh.
That guy deliberately hit me from behind.
I'll tell this guy off good.
This'll cost him.
Uncle Louie, look, it's Dr. Fermis.
Yeah, uh-oh.
Is that it all?
Morning, Agatha.
Hi, Louie.
Louie, how is the car? Is it hurt badly?
It's all right.
Well, thank heaven for that.
Hey, Mortimer, why ain't you at work?
You better not let Barker catch you playing hooky or you'll get fired.
Louie, I want to talk to you.
Mortimer, put down that jack handle.
Huh?
Oh, yes dear.
Now, Mortimer, you've got to hurry if you're going to meet Mr. Barker's five.
Now, you take our car and Dr. Fermis will drive Peggy, Louie, and me home.
Go on, Mortimer.
I'm going.
And don't forget to put on your glasses.
My glasses?
Where are my glasses?
I had them in my hand just a minute ago.
Look over there on the pavement, Morty.
Is that a part of them?
And here's another piece, Father.
Oh, Mortimer, they're broken.
Now what am I going to do?
I can't drive without my glasses.
And if I can't drive without my glasses, I can't take Mr. Barker to Summerdale.
I can't.
Oh, why does everything happen to me?
Oh, dear, don't you have a spare pair of glasses at home?
That's right, Mortimer.
What do you do?
Well, come on, let's go get them.
Hey, you drive, Louie.
And, Louie, try to keep your eyes on the road and your mind off of your stomach.
Keep your agitator. Keep your agitator.
Have you found them yet?
Oh, no, dear, I haven't, and I've looked all over the house for that spare pair of glasses.
We've got to keep looking.
Mr. Barker's expecting me to pick him up at the office any minute.
Oh, who could that be?
Well, I'll...
No, no, I'll answer it, agitator.
Hello, Mortimer, Meek speaking.
Meek, this is Easy Pinch, Chief of Police, the Civic Center.
Chief of Police?
Yes, sir?
Meek, I'm sending Officer Glancy the squad over to your home to talk about that stolen car.
Yeah, but I was just going out and the car...
For your own good, Meek.
I'd advise you to be home when they get there.
I make that request in the name of the Lord, you understand?
Yes, sir, but the car...
All right, they'll be there in a few minutes. Goodbye.
Who was that on the telephone, Mortimer?
The Chief of Police.
The Chief of Police? What did he want?
He's sending a squad over to talk to me about that car I stole.
Oh, but that's ridiculous. You can't steal your own car.
Yes, I know it and you know it, but I don't think the Chief of Police knows it.
Look, agitator, I've got to get out of here.
Now, Mortimer, you can't run away from the law.
Well, I've got to find those glasses and run as far as Summerdale with Mr. Barker.
It'll be bad enough to go back to jail, but it'll even be worse if I lose my job on top of it.
Well, I've got to find those glasses and run as far as Summerdale with Mr. Barker.
You know, agitator, once I thought I had a chance, maybe a little chance, to be a big success.
But that was before I met your baby brother, Lloyd.
I've got to see, I've got onion, pickle, relish, tomato, ham, cheese, brulee, liver, sausage, and sardines.
Well, I've got to make a pretty good sandwich.
Uncle Louis, Uncle Louis, I saw...
Uncle Louis, what are you doing in the ice box?
You're supposed to be looking for Father's glasses.
Yeah, yeah, that's what I was told, Lisey.
You're looking for them in the ice box?
Yeah, people leave their glasses at the strangest places sometimes.
And what are you doing with that arm full of food?
Well, I had to take the food out of the ice box to see if the glasses were in there.
Well, you can put them right back. The glasses have been found.
Oh, they have? Hey, that's swell.
Uncle Louis, look out! The plane is flipping!
You touched that rope?
I can't! I can't! I...
Oh, Uncle Louis, now look what you've done. Look down there.
Where?
Right between the liver, sausage, and the mustard.
Oh, my God. How did that happen?
Oh, I dropped them when I tried to keep the food from falling.
Now Daddy's spare pair of glasses are broken too,
and he won't be able to drive Mr. Barker anyway.
Can I get you another cold towel for your head, dear?
No, no, thanks, Agatha.
Just call Mr. Barker and tell him I can't drive him to Summerdale.
Oh, dear.
And after he fires me, ask him to send my final paycheck to the county jail.
The police squad should be here any minute.
Oh, gee, Daddy, this is all my fault.
If I hadn't broken your spare pair of glasses, I would have been in jail.
Oh, gee, Daddy, this is all my fault. If I hadn't broken your spare pair of glasses,
this never would have happened.
Mortimer, they just can't put you in jail for stealing your own car.
Isn't there any justice in the world?
Yes, dear, there is.
After I'm in jail, Louis will have to go to work,
and that makes going to jail almost a pleasure.
Listen, the squad car.
Oh, my.
They're coming up on the porch.
It's the motorcycle policeman who arrested you, Mortimer.
Mortimer Meek, jailbird, prisoner number 1313, a public enemy.
Oh, the disgrace of it.
Shall I let them in, Mortimer?
Yes, dear, I'm ready. I'll face them like a brave man.
Now, Mortimer, let's not carry this too far.
Mrs. Meek?
Yes?
I've come to get your husband.
I know. Come in.
Wait out here, boys.
All right, all right. I'll go quietly, officer.
Meek, you were arrested this afternoon for stealing a car.
Yes, sir.
That was a big mistake, Meek.
Yes, I know. Mistakes just shouldn't happen.
How much do you think I'll get, officer?
Well, that depends. You could get a lot.
How much is a lot, officer?
Well, Mrs. Meek, I'd say a lot would be around, well, $20,000.
$20,000? I couldn't pay a fine like that.
A fine?
Yes.
I'm not talking about a fine. I'm talking about our mistake.
And about the money you could collect from the city of Civic Center for false arrest.
False arrest? If you weren't such a reasonable man and such a good citizen.
What? You mean you didn't come here to arrest Mortimer?
Arrest him? No, really.
Oh, a mistake, eh?
I came here to take you down to the city hall, Mr. Meek.
The mayor wants to apologize to you personally on behalf of the city.
Apologize to me?
Yes, for the embarrassment we caused you.
And we hope that you'll see fit to release the city from all possible claims for false arrest.
Forget the whole thing, if you would.
Well, of course. It was a mistake all around.
Either don't mention it.
Well, that's mighty nice of you, Mr. Meek.
But isn't there something the Civic Center Police Department can do to show its appreciation?
No, I don't think so.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. What time is it?
It's 25 minutes after 5. Why?
Well, you see, officer, Mortimer has to drive his boss over to Summerdale by 6 o'clock, or he'll lose his job.
Summerdale by 6?
Well, look, Mr. Meek, the chief's car's outside.
Now, if we use the siren all the way to Summerdale, I think maybe we can make it by 6 o'clock.
Mortimer!
We'll just give you a motorcycle escort, though, to be sure, okay?
My goodness, people will think Mr. Barker is the President of the United States.
Mortimer loves it!
Oh, Daddy, when you drive up to his office, you'll probably just stare at you with his mouth open and not be able to say a word.
Yeah, well, that I'll have to see. I mean, here. It'll be the first time he's ever been in a condition like that.
Let's go, officer.
The Meeks will be back with us in just a moment, but right now it's time for me to tell you, ladies, about the delicious, delectable, really delightful goodness of all sweet margins.
But there are so many praises to bestow on all sweet that I just don't know where to begin.
Whether you melt its rich, golden goodness over vegetables or use it with your favorite recipes, all sweet has the most marvelous way of enhancing flavor every time.
And just wait till you spread all sweet, smooth, wholesome goodness on bread or pancakes or waffles.
Mmm, mmm. That delicate, natural flavor just lifts those good foods clear out of this world.
Now, all sweet is so wonderfully economical that you can be as lavish with it as you please.
And there's as much gran nutrition in all sweet that you want to use it generously.
Yes, there are at least 15,000 units of essential vitamin A in every single pound of gloriously good all sweet.
So for a table spread and cooking aid that always fills the bill, remember all sweet.
The margarine with the delicate, natural flavor.
Oh, boy, oh, boy. Oh, Daddy, it's beautiful.
Margarine, it is.
Let me see what it says on it.
Oh, special officer, civic center police department.
Hey, how about that?
Well, it's nothing really. The chief insisted that I take it. He swore me in, too, just like a regular policeman.
Oh, boy, oh, boy. Wait till I get down at the pool hall. See me flash that star around.
They're sure going to have respect.
No. This star makes me responsible for law enforcement.
I don't get it.
Among the city statutes, there is one that calls for the arrest of vagrants without visible means of support.
Oh, gosh, Morty. You would...
I swore to enforce the laws.
But, Morty...
And, Louis, the grass needs cutting and the hedges need to be pruned.
Well, okay, okay, I'm going.
Just a minute.
Respect for the law, Louis.
Yes, sir, officer. Yes, sir, officer. Stop.
Meet the Meeks. Stars Forrest Lewis and Beryl Vaughan.
Today's script was written by Sherman Marks and directed and produced by Les Weinerach.
Be sure to join us over these same stations next Saturday when All Sweet,
the margarine with the delicate natural flavor,
again invite you to Meet the Meeks.
This is John Weigel speaking.
This is NBC, the national broadcasting company.