Once again, Thrilling Days of Yesteryear returns with our popular Monday morning feature, Doris Day(s) – the segment that asks the question: why couldn’t more of you Nielsens people have watched N.Y.P.D. and spared us all this agony to come?
Okay, maybe I’m just a little cranky from cabin fever—which, oddly enough, fits right into today’s narrative. As the opening credits roll, we find the Widow Martin in her sons’ room, asking her cheese-loving youngest boy, Toby (Tod Starke), where Billy (Philip Brown) is. (Oh, sure—she’s concerned about them now…but in a couple more seasons, she won’t even remember they once roamed the Earth…)
DORIS: Where is he?
TOBY: Hi mom! See what I made? (He holds up a toy airplane)
DORIS: Where is Billy?
TOBY: Billy who?
“I like cheese!”
DORIS: Your brother…
TOBY: Oh…did you look in the
bathroom?
Doris takes a quick look in the kids’ loo, but there is no
Billy. In the meantime, Toby is up and
playing with his airplane…prompting Doris to scold him and order him back to
bed. It would appear that young William
and Tobias—along with their grandfather, Laird Buckley Webb (Denver Pyle)—have
a touch of the influenza and have been assigned by Dr. Mom a regimen of
complete bed rest.
DORIS: Now where is Billy?
TOBY: My brother?
“I really like
cheese!”
DORIS: Toby, will you stop
stalling! Billy has a fever and he
should be in bed! I wish you and your
grandfather wouldn’t get sick at the same time…
Doris’ search for Billy is turning up bupkis, so she decides
to apply the screws to Toby…who folds like a bad poker hand:
“But if I were you, I would look in the barn,” he tells her, giving it up like a kid who’s not accustomed to having a bully sit on his chest for long periods of time. So Doris marches downstairs towards the barn, where she has to deal with her oldest boy, farmhand Leroy B.
LEROY: Uh…Billy who?
DORIS: My son…
LEROY: Oh! That
Billy!
DORIS: Yeah…that Billy…
LEROY: In where?
DORIS: In there!
LEROY: Oh…you mean Billy?
Oh, I’ll bet the hours just fly by on that ranch. Doris pushes her idiot handyman aside and
enters the barn, calling out his name.
Her quest for the Golden Son comes to an end when she finds him crouched
behind a bale of hay, feeding a duck.
DORIS: Billy Martin…will you get
back into that house!
BILLY: Trying to get Sherman to
eat…
Doris melts at the sight of the poor widdle duck…but what I find so humorous about this is that the dog that she stole from the Nashes on Please Don’t Eat the Daisies is in the same shot, offering a wry commentary on Doris’ alleged animal activism.
DORIS: What’s the matter with his
wing?
BILLY: I don’t know…he was like
this when I found him…
DORIS: When did you find him?
BILLY: Yesterday…
DORIS: Yesterday?!! Billy, why didn’t
you tell me?
BILLY: ‘Cause you said not to bring
home any more wild animals…
DORIS: I said not to trap any more wild animals…because they
should be free…but this is different…
“Right, Nelson?”
Doris has the perfect solution (of course—that’s why she’s Doris Day):
they’ll take Sherman the Duck up to Grandpa, who’ll diagnose what ails him, and
so she tells Billy he needs to head to bed as well (she also calls Nelson, who
tries to eat the bird as she’s taking it out of the barn).
A scene shift finds Juanita the housekeeper (Naomi Stevens) and Buck sharing his bed…so I want to apologize for putting the above image in your head. Buck examines the duck and discovers a bit of buckshot in the bird.
“Buckshot? From a
gun?” asks Juanita. (No, from a slingshot,
you silly domestic-type person.)
BUCK: Feels like there’s more in there, too…
JUANITA: You mean someone deliberately shot him?
BUCK: Out of season…
JUANITA: Aww…this ranch is
sanctuary for wildlife…in all seasons, no?
BUCK: Not to poachers it’s not…
In the kids’ bedroom, Doris is instructing her brood not to
set foot out of their beds or they will be standing tall before The Man.
TOBY: Can we see Sherman, Mom?
DORIS: When Grandpa gets him
patched up…
BILLY: You think he’ll be all
right?
DORIS: Oh, sure…Grandpa’s fixin’
him, honey…
“With olive oil and salt and pepper! Nah, I’m just jinkin’ ya, sport…”
TOBY: What’s the matter with him?
DORIS: I don’t know…
BUCK (entering the bedroom): He was
shot!
Dun-dun-DUN! Buck explains to Doris and the kids that Yakky Doodle is riddled with buckshot, and that raises the hackles on the back of Dodo’s neck. “I’d like to get my hands on the guy that did that,” she threatens.
BILLY: I think we know…
BUCK: Who?
DORIS: Who?
BILLY: Leroy saw him…
TOBY: Down by the lake…
“Thirty-five years old…thrice divorced…eating a steady diet
of government cheese…and living in a van down by the river…er, lake…”
DORIS: Well, who is it?
BILLY: Mr. Lovey…
DORIS: Tyrone Lovey…
BUCK: That figures…
Lovey…that vichyssoise… We’ll get a more formal introduction to this
week’s supervillain in a sec, but for right now Buck is ready to have a
come-to-Jeebus meeting with Mr. L.
Doris, however, has other ideas: “It sounds like you better get right back to bed.”
A couple of gunshots ring out, and Buck deduces that they came from the
direction of the lake. Doris takes
charge of the situation, going over to the open bedroom window and summoning
Leroy to get the Dodomobile (the Jeep).
LEROY (pulling up to the house): Where we goin’, Miss Martin?
DORIS: To the lake, Leroy…we’ve got
business with that Tyrone Lovey!
LEROY: Right!
Insert “Theme from Batman” here. Arriving at the lake, Leroy informs Doris:
“It was right along here someplace I seen him…over there by them bushes I saw
Mr. Lovey…” The two of them disembark
from the vehicle and in walking over closer to the lake they come across this:
“Be careful—there’s an old well here,” cautions Leroy. (Sitcom foreshadowing.)
DORIS (finding something on the
ground): Leroy…shotgun shells! (She
takes a sniff) It’s just been fired!
And that’s our introduction to this animal, complete with a
sad trombone interlude:
Show of hands—how many of you think Doris would adopt an egg-sucking hound like this in real life? Yeah, that’s what I thought. We don’t learn the pooch’s name until later (he answers to “Snake”) but he’s the loyal canine friend of Mr. Tyrone Lovey, who’s spotted by Doris and Leroy hauling ass through the bushes. “Leroy,” instructs Doris, “you stay here in case he doubles back—okay?” Climbing into the jeep, Dor fires ‘er up and gives chase…
Casa del Lovey. (I think this place might have belonged to a relative of mine in West Virginia.) Pulling up beside Lovey’s truck to the accompaniment of banjo music on the soundtrack, Doris notices that his radiator is about to boil over…which would indicate to the layman that ol’ Tyrone’s taken ‘er out for a spin very recently. She marches over to the front door of his humble domicile, and after a couple of knocks, Lovey emerges from his home:
LOVEY: Well, if this don’t beat
all! Doris Martin!
DORIS: Yes, that’s right…
LOVEY: You know, it wasn’t more
than an hour ago…I was sittin’ here, and I was thinkin’ how it’s been ages since I seen that pretty little
gal…
DORIS: An hour ago, Mr. Lovey?
LOVEY: Well…give or take a couple
of minutes…
On cue, Lovey’s truck radiator gives out with a whistle not
unlike a teakettle…but he’s got that covered.
He hasn’t been out travelin’, gracious me no—he fires up ol’ Betsy daily
to get hot water to make his tea! “I
always have a little tea about this time,” he explains, “It gives it a flavor
that you wouldn’t believe!”
LOVEY: Are you sure that you won’t join me?
DORIS: I didn’t come here for tea,
Mr. Lovey…are you trying to tell me that you didn’t drive this truck back here from our place?
LOVEY: Oh…shoot, ma’am…I wouldn’t
take this old thing out on the road…it ain’t safe…look at them tires… (He kicks the tires) The only thing that I
use this for is to start it up every day to boil my tea…why, are you sure that
you won’t join me?
Doris is going to take a pass on the offer of tea, and with
that Lovey goes about his business…but she’s not willing to let him off the
hook that easy; she knows he’s been poaching, he’s just too crafty to come
clean.
DORIS: Somebody’s been shooting ducks at our ranch…
LOVEY (feigning shock): No!
DORIS (imitating him): Yes!
LOVEY: Well, hearing that just made
me lose my appetite for tea… (He tosses the kettle into a metal can)
DORIS: Mr. Lovey…that somebody was you!
LOVEY: Missy…you can’t believe old
Tyrone Lovey would shoot one of our little feathered friends…
DORIS: Leroy B. Simpson saw you yesterday! A little while ago, I saw your dog there!
LOVEY: Snake?
DORIS: Snake!
“Are you sure it wasn’t some other animal who looks like Snake?” Lovey asks her. “There is no other animal that looks like Snake!” Doris retorts. Well, she’s got him there…and the fact that Snake has a few duck feathers in his mouth does not speak well for Tyrone’s innocence. (“Have you been at my pillow again?”)
Doris warns him that the next time he fires a gun on Rancho
Webb, she’ll have him arrested for trespassing.
As she drives off, Martin’s Lovey has a beauty of a line: “I never would
have bought this dog if I’d knowed that he was a pillow eater!” And with that, it’s time for Ralston-Purina
to pay a few bills.
LEROY: I know how we can nab that
ol’ Tyrone Lovey…
DORIS: You do? How?
LEROY: All we gotta do is get him
to confess…
DORIS: Leroy, I know that…
“I’m warning you, Dobbs!”
DORIS: …but he’s not going to confess
to poaching…
LEROY: Not to you maybe…but…if we could get someone into his confidence…somebody
just a little smarter than he is…
DORIS: Who?
LEROY: Me!
Yeah, I think we’re going to have to throw in the towel and
bring this fight to a halt. Leroy explains
to Doris that he could be “like an undercover agent”—sort of a Maxwell Not-So-Smart,
if I were to push it.
DORIS: And do what?
LEROY: Well, in that line of work,
ma’am…we don’t like to divulge our plans…
“Well,” she tells Leroy, “whatever they are they’re not
going to work—‘cause Tyrone Lovey is just too smart.” And the following scene demonstrates that in
a battle of wits between Tyrone and Leroy, our beloved farmhand is clearly
outmatched. Leroy tells Tyrone that he’s
left the employ of the Webb family because they “was just too mean”—prompting
Tyrone to respond with a line that I laughed at due to Strother’s delivery:
“Tell me…what are your plans now that you won’t be workin’ for them cruel people no more?”
I’m just going to focus on the highlights here because Leroy, but Strother plays this one very sly; the entire time he’s jawing with Leroy he gnaws on what is clearly a duck leg and helps himself to a slash of corn squeezin’s every now and then.
LEROY: Excuse me, Mr. Lovey,
but…ain’t that a duck leg you’re eatin’ on?
LOVEY: Mm-hmm…it is…but this
bird…died a natural death…
LEROY: You didn’t shoot him?
LOVEY: Perish the thought, boy…of course not…
LEROY: Would you wanna tell me how
that bird met its end?
LOVEY: Well, that is a sad story,
Leroy…brace yourself…you see…there I
was…walkin’ along Otter Creek…admirin’ the beauties of nature…when I heard this
quack…and there he was…big,
fat…juicy…Mr. Mallard…
Transcribing this really doesn’t do it justice, because all
the while Martin is giving this spiel that duck leg he’s sucking and caressing really
sends it home.
LOVEY: Up in a tree…
LEROY: Well…what was a mallard
doin’ up in a tree?
LOVEY (motioning for him to come
closer): Leroy…I think he’s drunk…
LEROY: Drunk?
LOVEY: Mm-hmm…he was staggerin’
around on this here branch and he was quackin’ his fool head off…
LEROY (musing): Drunken duck…
LOVEY: Yes, sir! Well…I thought if I could get him down, I could maybe pour some hot coffee
into him and…you know…sober him up…and…oh, Leroy…
LEROY: Well, what happened?
LOVEY: Before I could get to him…he
fell off the branch and broke his neck…
LEROY (welling up): Mr.
Lovey…that’s the saddest story I’ve ever heard…
LOVEY: You got to learn to accept these tragedies…Lord giveth…Lord
snatcheth away…
Tyrone makes special note of the lateness of the hour, and
remarks that there are cows “probably bellering to be milked.” Leroy, who really sucks at this Double-Naught
Spy business, excuses himself (Buck will skin him alive if he doesn’t get his
chores done) and leaves Lovey to continue rocking in his chair, nibbling at his
dinner and having another slash from the jug.
Back at the Webb Estates, the boys are trying to encourage Sherman the Duck to eat, and the camera pans over to Buck, who’s in bed and pouring himself a teaspoon of medicine from a bottle. He swallows it and braces himself for the nasty taste…but to his surprise, it’s not bad and he pours himself another spoonful. (Nice bit of pantomime here from Pyle.)
TOBY: Grandpa, look—he’s eating!
BUCK: Good! If I get any hungrier, I’ll fight him for
that food…
BILLY: Grandpa…do you think Mr.
Lovey will keep shooting our ducks?
BUCK: Well, I hope not…we’re gonna
find some way to stop him…
Doris’ voice can be heard in the hallway calling the kids to
bed, and though the boys are nervous about Sherman, Buck assures him that he
and Nelson will look after the duck (though the way that dog jumped on Doris
out in the barn in an earlier scene I’d be a little worried). The scene then shifts to Doris putting her
young’uns to bed…
BILLY: Sherman’s getting better,
ain’t he, Mom?
DORIS: Isn’t he…
TOBY: Isn’t he what?
DORIS: Isn’t he getting better…
BILLY: That’s what I asked…
“Third base!”
TOBY: Mom…
DORIS: What?
TOBY: Billy says that you said we
can’t keep the duck because it’s too wild…
DORIS: That’s not what I said at
all! I said that all wild creatures
should be free…whether they fly in
the air or burrow in the ground…or whatever they do, they should be free…and
you know that they can’t find freedom in many places…but…on Grandpa’s ranch,
they have it…and that’s the way we want to keep it…okay?
Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ less to lose,
kids. Well, Juanita comes in with a last
call for fruit juice (if we had some champagne, it could be mimosa time) and
the kids start to bitch about not having anything to eat (feed a cold, starve a
fever)—which does not bode well for that duck down the hall. Then Buck comes into the bedroom, having done
some skulling in the sanctity of his boudoir.
DORIS: Probably, yes…
BUCK: So why don’t I go down to the
lake while it’s still dark to wait for him to show up?
DORIS: You can’t do that—you’ll get
pneumonia! (To Juanita) Listen to that…
BUCK: What are we gonna do about
Tyrone?
Buck might not be able to leave the confines of his
quarters…but that doesn’t mean Doris can’t leave the house, and since it’s her
damn sitcom she’s going to be the heroine this week. There’s a brief scene where Doris arises at
the butt-crack of dawn…
…nice ensemble, Dor…and she finds Juanita in the kitchen, preparing a thermos of coffee. Pouring Doris a cup, Juanita declares “As soon as you finish, I’m going back to bed”—which means there won’t be any of these “breakfast preparation” shenanigans like in last week’s episode. Doris demonstrates for Juanita a duck call that she purchased from some homophobic bigot with a reality TV show, and in the next scene, she’s back at her spot at the lake, lying in wait for her nemesis. Lovey, with Snake in tow, arrives shortly thereafter and having bought the same Duck Commander, the two of them trade calls back-and-forth until…
…gosh! Who could have foreseen that happening?
LOVEY: it’s the end, Missy…there’s
no feelin’ in my body…I’m done for…
DORIS: Well, that’s terrible, Mr.
Lovey…look…just don’t go away…I’ll call the sheriff!
LOVEY: No…no…wait…there’s no sense
alarmin’ folks until we’re sure…hey…hey…the
feelin’ is beginnin’ to come back…hey!
Why, this is a miracle!
Well, this scene pretty much plays out the way you think it
does—Tyrone tries to explain feebly why Doris has caught him on the property,
and she’s not buying the bullsh*t. She’s
also not going to let him up until it puts the lotion on its skin—or else it
gets the hose again. (If Stacia thinks she’s
got a monopoly on Silence of the
Lambs jokes, she’s got another think coming.)
LOVEY: You know, it’s…always a pleasure talkin’ to ya, but…couldn’t we do it up on top? It’s kind of wet down here and…that numb feelin’ is startin’ to come back…
DORIS: Well…I’m not lifting a
finger to help you until we get this thing settled…
LOVEY: Well, just tell me what you
want me to do and I’ll do it!
DORIS: I want your word…that you’ll
never shoot anything again on our land…
LOVEY: Heck, Missy…if that’s all
you want…you can start by gettin’ me up out of here…I promise you—you’ll never
catch me again!
Actually, this sequence with Doris looking down at Tyrone in the well would work a little better if we didn’t see her shadow on the patently obvious backdrop. “You drive a hard bargain, Missy,” Tyrone finally acquiesces and he gives Doris his word that the poaching will cease and desist. She’s able to pull him out of the well with a rope that just happens to be handily by (either the writer, Jerry Devine, got lazy or they’ve had this problem in that area before…in which case they should have boarded that damn thing up before a kid falls into it and a family makes out like bandits with a lawsuit).
LOVEY (climbing out of the well): I’m all wet!
DORIS: You’re doing good, Mr.
Lovey! (She helps him to the surface)
LOVEY (sneezing): Well, doggone…on
top of everything else, I’m catchin’ cold!
DORIS: Ohhhh…
LOVEY (sneezing again): I gotta fix
me a pot of hot soup…
DORIS: Mr. Lovey…if one of our chickens winds up in your pot…
LOVEY: Oh no, Missy…after all you
put me through, I’m a dedicated vegetarian…
(He shakes hands with Doris)
“That is…unless you’ve got some rule against shooting
carrots,” he adds as he heads back towards his truck. Doris gives out with another one of her
adorable laughs.
For all intents and purposes, that should have been the end to this episode…but it’s not; and since the coda is particularly lame (Buck and Leroy are working on the tractor when Buck spots a flock of ducks overhead; the kids are then encouraged to let Sherman loose to fly with his feathered brethren and sistren) I’ll just finish on my own by saying that Strother Martin’s Tyrone Lovey will make a return appearance to The Doris Day Show in a later episode, “The Clock.” (I don’t mean to disparage Martin, who classes up anything he’s in—but he’s fighting a losing battle here, particularly since he has very little with which to work.)
“The Clock” will appear after our next episode—one of the
stronger ones of the show’s first season entitled “Let Them Out of the Nest.” It’s particularly relevant because of three
of the episode’s guest stars, two of them appeared in Mayberry R.F.D. episodes…and
one of them was a former resident of television’s favorite small town back in The
Andy Griffith Show days. Join me
next time, won’t you?
