WOMAN:
Being an orphan changes you.
You're always alone.
Yet you always know, deep down,
there's someone out there that
you're connected to, y'know?
Hey, I mean, I got a life,
a career, plants
one of those
little satellite dishes.
I'm doing fine.
But even so,
a failed marriage and some
really crummy relationships
left me wanting that bond--
that sense of belonging
only a family can give you.
So I hired you.
And now you tell me
I not only have a family,
but I'm a triplet?
Mm! I'm walking into the lives
of a bunch of strangers.
It's a very scary thing.
Here's the address in L.A.,
but, uh,
there isn't much more.
Now, about my payment...
maybe we could grab some dinner
and find a way to, uh,
reduce your fee.
You know, whatever fate's
got in store for me
I'm glad this
is the last time
I'll have to deal with
a brainless, sleazy detective.
[whistles]
CHARLES:
We sure are going
to miss you, Aunt Bernice.
You mean Aunt
"Congresswoman" Bernice.
Now, boys,
even though I'll be
in Washington a lot,
I'll fly home
as often as I can.
But being a congresswoman,
five-hour plane flights,
taking care of us, when
are you gonna sleep?
I'll do what
Strom Thurmond does,
and catnap on
the bathroom floor.
Ordinarily, I'd
never leave you boys,
but this is a chance
to do something for America--
to make a difference.
And I would never ever
abandon you for too long a time
to the slimy clutches
of... Duckman!
I haven't even left yet
and you've already
turned Ajax
into your personal sl*ve.
Bernice, I am...
well, "appalled"
is the only word for it.
How dare you imply
that I would treat
my own son like chattel.
You can expect a collect call
from my attorneys.
sl*ve. Ha!
That will be all, Kunta.
Free at last!
Kids and their melodrama.
And since I have
my own office now,
I'll be sure to take a reminder
of each
of my loved ones with me--
the boys, Cornfed...
Grandma-ma...
Tony Little...
Beatrice.
Oh, this was just before
I tried to choke you
with my garter, remember?
Yeah, you never forget
your wedding day.
Except the part
when I got faced
and starting swinging
that nine iron
and broke
the flower girl's nose.
Oh, Beatrice,
I miss you so much.
[gasps]
Look! It's her!
It's really her!
Who?
B-B... Beatrice.
What?!
Duckman, how could you
desecrate my sister's memory
for a tasteless
made-you-look gag?
I swear I saw her--
their mother,
your sister, my wife.
There's only
one logical explanation--
the dead
have come back to life
and she is their leader!
I hope she doesn't eat flesh.
I'm still using mine.
Duckman, you sad sack
of spoor splash.
You probably just saw my
reflection in the window.
Nuh-uh!
You may have been twins
but Beatrice
had a lovely, angelic glow,
while you've got more of that
whole, uh, "evil Satan's spawn,
Elephant Man"
kind of thing going.
[horn honks]
This time that wasn't me
venting my pancreas.
Your taxi is here.
Oh, my babies.
Study hard, clean your rooms,
and stay at least 20 feet
from your father at all times.
I'll see you
in a couple of days.
Give 'em hell,
Aunt Bernice!
Good luck in Congress!
And tell Newt government
has no place in my bedroom.
Sadly, the Speaker
is "Mr. Bad Touch."
I can't even enjoy
watching Bernice leave.
I don't care what anyone says,
I saw her.
Beatrice is alive!
She's alive! She's alive!
Duckman, didn't you
say the same thing
about Cleopatra and
Martha Washington
and Vicki Lawrence?
But Vicki Lawrence isn't dead.
He knows, my queen.
He knows nothing.
He is a fool.
No one can stop us now.
[evil laughter]
Hey, I told you
to stop doing that.
I'm telling you,
Beatrice is back
and she's surprisingly spry
what, with having been dead
and all.
Duckman, I know how
happy she made you
but now she's gone.
I miss her so much,
I guess I made myself believe
she was back.
Good-bye, Beatrice.
[stuttering, gasping]
What's wrong?
B-B-B-Beatrice!
Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-Sh-She
was right th-th-th-th...
[screams]
Beatrice!
My Beatrice!
Whoo-hoo!
Beatrice!
Baby!
[high-pitched scream]
[people murmuring]
I am so sorry-- this isn't
how I wanted to meet you.
I was only trying to work up
the nerve to talk to you.
Please, don't die.
Hey! You said you were his wife.
Were you lying so you could ride
in the ambulance
because it's cool?
No. I am his wife, uh, eh...
Beatrice.
All right,
what do we got?
Man versus bus.
Always bet on the bus.
Okay, on three:
One, two, three.
D'Alonzo, you just
pretended to lift.
Don't think
I didn't notice.
Oh, my God!
He looks really familiar.
Oh, well.
Pupils fixed and dilated,
trauma, concussion,
steatorrhea,
shock, abrasions...
pressure?
I've been under a lot
since the change.
Thanks for asking.
The patient!
Oh. 90/60.
Bag him. Iffy neurals
no nephritis,
severe mottling
start him on Osborn clamps,
Laufenberg traction,
CBC, chem seven,
apply Misch compression,
watch for buildup
till ortho comes,
reno peptides protocol,
synovial drip,
five-p glucose,
check for Evans-Hyland syndrome
and Markowitzian occlusion,
start gastric lavage and spike
that decidua capsularis stat!
Is he going to be all right?
Damn it, I'm a doctor,
not a fortune-teller!
Ma'am,
please wait outside.
The doctor may need to
start slamming his fist
on the patient's chest
and yelling,
"Live, damn you, live!"
and that can be
hard to watch.
Oh, I-I'm terribly sorry.
Well, hello.
I'm ecstatic to see you.
Uh... hi.
It's been, uh...
too long?
Since this morning?
I suppose that
is a long time
if you're a soap bubble.
Why are you here?
Oh, my God, it's Duckman.
Dr. Ehrlich, this man
is my friend and neighbor.
I'll take over.
Damn it, Ben, you're too close!
It's not supposed
to be personal.
You're wrong, Craig.
It's always supposed
to be personal.
As director of
medical services,
I'm ordering you
to step aside.
We must stem
the pyloric stenosis
or risk brain damage.
Time is...
[monitor beeping]
...crucial.
[steady tone and beeping]
Uh-oh.
Paddles... stat.
And...
Clear.
[steady tone, beeping]
Again.
Will you come on already?!
Ma'am, I asked you to leave.
[flatly]:
Live, damn you, live.
Happy?
[steady tone, then beeping]
I knew you could do it,
you magnificent bastard.
Damn it, Ben, your methods
may be unorthodox,
but you're a hell
of a doctor.
I think we all learned
a little something
about dedication today.
I don't like him.
No one does.
He's pompous, arrogant,
egotistical...
and I wish we had
a dozen just like him.
Will he be all right?
There's no telling when or if
he'll regain consciousness
but we'll do
everything we can.
This way
to your husband's room.
Why, thank you. I...
Nurse, that's not his wife.
His wife passed away.
[gasps]
NURSE:
Then she'll
have to leave.
Family members only,
you know.
BEN:
It's all right.
She's his sister-in-law.
I'll take her.
Bernice, are you all right?
My sister's dead.
Ye-Yeah, I'm-I'm Bernice.
Uh, I mean, I-I'm...
I'm all right, yeah.
Thanks.
Bernice, there's something
different about you.
It's... just so hard
seeing my sweet brother-in-law
so weak, so frail.
How could I live
without his sweet voice,
his sunny smile,
his kindness
or his shoulder to cry on?
Bernice, perhaps you should
check in for a few days,
get a full workup.
Uh... no, no, no,
I'm all right, but, uh...
[coughs]
I could use a little water.
Be right back.
Oh, what have I
gotten myself into?
I better leave before I
screw up your life even more.
Beatrice...
[gasps]
Beatrice... you're back.
Beatrice...
Is it possible
that his belief
that you're the reincarnation
of his dead wife
is what's
keeping him alive?
Oh, that's preposter...
Must stay alive...
Be with Beatrice.
It's all that...
keeps me going.
Interesting theory.
Even this partial awakening
is a very hopeful sign.
If he can stay alert
through the night,
he could recover fully.
To help him, you must
pretend to be Beatrice.
It may sound like a weird
sitcom plot contrivance,
but it's the only way
to save his life.
But I can't, I-I...
I'll arrange for you
to stay round-the-clock.
Beatrice, are you there?
Yes, uh...
yes, I-I am,
uh... sweetie.
Uh, uh... "sweetie."
Never called that before.
Wh-What did I used
to call you?
You know, my first name.
No one knows it but you,
and no one ever will.
I hate it.
Everyone made fun of it
when I was a kid.
"Eric."
Eric.
Icky Eric.
"Eric Duckman" is a nice, uh...
so, what does Bernice call you?
Uh... "tufted," "turd-toned,"
"ptomaine-tainted,"
"tally-tugging," but...
I know she likes me.
What makes you so sure?
Because you love me.
Too much of you in Bernice
for her not to love me, too.
What do you remember
most about me?
The way your hair smells
when I spill beer in it.
The way you hold my head
when I spew.
The way you plug your ears
with your fingers
when I scream, "Shake it, baby!"
at passers-by.
Ah, you never forget
your honeymoon.
[chuckles]
I could... always
make you laugh.
I'm very lucky to have
found a... husband
who loves me
as much as you do.
I love you, Beatrice.
Beatrice loves you, too.
Oh!
No, I don't want a kiss,
Colonel Klink!
Kiss Lebeau instead.
Hey, shh... it's okay.
You're dreaming.
I'm here. It's
Bever...trice.
[sighs]
Bevertrice.
AJAX [in distance]:
I just heard Aunt Bernice.
Dad's room must
be this way.
MAMBO:
Ajax, we just talked to Aunt
Bernice in Washington.
She can't be here.
[clears throat]
[deep voice]:
Boys, this is Dr. Stein.
I can't permit you to come in.
I...
Oh, hi.
[nervous chuckle]
Hi.
Would you mind telling
me who you are?
[nervous chuckle]
Uh... long story.
CHARLES:
This is so exciting.
MAMBO:
Coming home
with a new aunt.
BEVERLY:
And a sick father.
Ajax, be careful carrying him.
Dr. Stein said that he's still
disoriented and semi-conscious.
[thud]
Okay, unconscious.
[flies buzzing]
Well, that's unusual--
having a compost
heap indoors.
It's Dad's bedroom.
Ah. Well, since
Bernice is out of town
would her room be
a little less, oh, maggoty?
Aunt Beverly, how long do we
have to pretend you're mom?
Dr. Stein said
your father's full
recovery depends
on my doing whatever your
mother would have done.
Beatrice...
my angel...
could you...?
[whispering]
Oh, my God!
Actually, that sounds, uh...
No, no, no, no,
I couldn't.
I mean, of course I will.
But, dear,
you should rest first.
I can't, shnooky-lumps
at least not till
I see you strapped in.
Thank God Bernice isn't here
to see this.
Oh, Aunt Bernice just arrived.
We can introduce
her to Beverly.
Hey, we were going
to the bathroom.
This is more important.
No, it isn't!
I gotta go!
So, who's stopping you?
[choking]
Ajax, just the
person I need.
Yoiks. I hear that less often
than one might think.
Look, your father asked me
to, uh, do something
your mother used to, uh, do.
Play "training the poodle"?
Well, yeah, but before
becoming intimate with a man
I like to, you know,
not be his sister-in-law.
Look, I'm sure
he'll fall asleep soon.
I'll put on one
of Bernice's nightgowns
and act like
I'll be with him
but you keep coming by
and saying you need me
for different
things, okay?
A-OK, Aunt Beverly.
She's not here.
Can I go now?
Kitchen.
Charles?
Mambo?
Ajax?
Did you call my name?
No.
Did you see
Aunt Bernice?
No.
[laughing lewdly]
[thud, groan]
Duckman, in your delirium
you must have been
packing to leave.
Beatrice,
do you still remember
how you'd start off
a night of passion
by hitting me with a suitcase.
I can't believe
I'm getting in bed with a man
and no Riunite
has changed hands.
[knock on door]
Hi.
Sorry to interrupt,
but I'm, uh, on fire.
Honey, I am so sorry.
Here. Let me put you out.
[clicks tongue]
[screams]
Sorority Scream-Fest?
Ooh, we haven't done that
since Live Aid.
Duckman, you turd-toned,
ptomaine-tainted, tally tugger--
What in the name
of all that's unholy
are you doing in my bed?!
Samsonite.
Aunt Bernice!
Aunt Bernice!
No, this is merely
our new Aunt Beverly
in our old Aunt
Bernice's clothes,
pretending to be
our dead mom Beatrice.
If I can keep it straight,
you can.
But I saw Aunt Bernice
come in the house.
Hallucination.
Happens all the time.
Let's go to the bathroom.
Bernice might be here?
Let's spread out
and find her.
MAMBO:
No!
Wait. I'm still trying
to spread out.
Um... radioactive mice?
What?
Uh, an evil scientist
has just turned all our mice
into monsters
that, um, can only be defeated
by, uh, someone in a nightgown.
Whew! I am on today.
Ajax, what are you
talking about?
Ooh!
Come and show me.
Nice hit,
but it's better with luggage.
Look at that.
He is literally crawling
on his hands and knees
to have perverted sex
with his dead wife.
I'm deeply moved, yet sickened.
Duckman, are you all right?
Buttercup! Ilsa!
You've come home!
Duckman, no, I can't
do this. I'm...
Shy? Out of condoms? Conscious?
Not Beatrice.
Lamby-poo,
have you lost your mind?
Because I want you to know,
even if I have you committed,
I'll be willing to boink you
on visiting days.
It's a Hallmark moment.
But, Duckman, I have
something to tell you
and, uh, it could be
a bit of a shock.
I'm not your wife.
She d*ed a long time ago.
Don't talk crazy.
Of course you're alive. See?
There you are.
Hah?
[gasping]
Who are you?
She's Beatrice.
No, I'm not.
Yes, you are.
She knows who she is,
you moron!
I'm your sister.
No, you're not!
There she is.
Can you at least
tell her quickly.
Aunt Beverly
is your other sister
who got misplaced
in the hospital,
so she hired a detective
to find you
but she accidentally
injured Dad,
so she had to pretend
to be Mom.
Thanks.
Can we please go?
I buy the stuff about the sister
and the hospital
and the accident
but how would a detective
be able to find people?
Other sister?!
But if that's true, do
you know what it means?
Threesome?
We're triplets!
We're triplets!
Oh, after all these years,
I can't believe I found you.
After all these years,
I can't believe you exist.
But there's so much to tell.
Do you know about...?
Beatrice. Yes, it's horrible.
I know.
And then after marrying
Duckman, she d*ed.
AJAX:
Mudslide!
It's okay now, Ajax!
You've met the children?
Oh, they're wonderful.
Where are you staying?
No, don't answer that.
Right here.
In fact,
now that I'm a congresswoman
and obligated to attend
$1,000-a-plate
prayer breakfasts every morning,
maybe you could help
look after the kids
till you get settled.
Oh, Bernice, could I?
You wouldn't mind?
Aw, that'd be great.
Ooh, stop jumping.
AJAX:
Um, meteorite!
A meteorite
just fell on me!
Ajax, you don't need
to do that anymore!
AJAX [weakly]:
Okay.
Never mind.
Oh...
Hi.
Getting a snack?
Ah, look, I, uh...
I've been thinking
about what you did, and...
Yeah, hey, I'm sorry, really.
Sorry?
You didn't even know me
and you stayed with me,
talked with me,
helped me recover.
You saved my life.
No, but I, but I felt so bad,
pretending to be Beatrice.
It was wonderful.
It was like
she was alive again.
I wish I could have
seen you two together.
Yeah, we were something.
Uh, Beverly,
I don't remember exactly
what I talked about
when I thought
you were Beatrice.
Did I say anything,
you know... private?
No, not really.
Even if you did say
something intimate or private,
I've long since forgotten it.
Whew!
Well, good night, Beverly.
Good night, Eric.
[gasp, glass breaking]
[plate clattering]
[squishing, paddles
rubbing together]
[more squishing,
then more rubbing]
DOCTOR:
Clear.
DUCKMAN:
Buttercup! Ilsa!
04x12 - Bev Takes a Holiday
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In a universe where humans and anthropomorphic animals coexist, the series centers on Eric Tiberius Duckman, a widowed, lewd, self-hating, egocentric anthropomorphic duck who lives with his family in Los Angeles and works as a private detective.
In a universe where humans and anthropomorphic animals coexist, the series centers on Eric Tiberius Duckman, a widowed, lewd, self-hating, egocentric anthropomorphic duck who lives with his family in Los Angeles and works as a private detective.