All language subtitles for road_to_avonlea_s06e06_the_trouble_with_davey

Bye.

Come on, Davey. Come on. Hit it.

Watch it. He's leaning up.

Let's go.

Bada, bada, bada, bada.

Come on.

Strike two.

Pitch, Izzy. No batter here.

He can't hit it, Izzy. He can too.

Belt it, Davey.

Right left to me, Davey.

Come on.

Strike three. You're out.

Got you batting, sister.

Take that back.

Simmer down, the two of you.

He laughed at me.

It ain't my fault he swims at nothing.

Cut it out.

For Pete's sake, Davey, a little
raffling is part of the game.

Learn to take your lumps or you won't
make it onto the senior team.

All right, practice is through.

Game tomorrow.

Be at the Diamond on time.

Who's going to beat Carmody?

We are!

Davey, just remember, don't swing at
every pitch.

Don't take it so bad, Davey.

Still so much more.

Merciful providence, Davey. Do you think
you can eat all this?

Keep the Leylander on, Miss Flynn. I
need all the fuel I can get for today's

game. Well, there you be.

And get that blessed ball glove off my
breakfast table.

Godless Yankeeism.

What an unholy stench.

Well, that smell would just about knock
a gull off a garbage scow.

What did you do with those fish you
caught on Saturday?

Didn't I say those bottom feeders
weren't fit to eat and you should bury

I did. Some dog must have dug them up.

Well, where'd you put them?

In the compost heap.

You better not have ruined my good
compost.

Young man, there will be no baseball for
you till you dig what's left of those

fish out of my compost heap, take them
downwind, and bury them.

But I have to go to a baseball game.
Davy, Keith, I swear by all providence,

will be the death of me yet.

on my job.

You came one inch from beaning my Rhode
Island red, and now there's glass all

over the chicken coop.

Can I still go to the ballgame?

It's really important I don't be late,
and I promised to hit you a home run if

can just go.

You keep your promises to yourself, Davy
Keith. There's no way on this green

earth you're going to a ballgame.

Mrs. Lynn.

You march right into that hen house and
clean out every sliver and straw.

And you forget all about baseball games
today.

Did I show you how Becky Lester taught
me to mesmerize a chicken?

You just point at her beak.

And when she's looking at the tip of
your finger, you turn it real slow like

this.

If it weren't for Becky, I'd tear off,
would you?

Look, I hope you clean out the coop.

Dara, what are you doing for me?

I'll do your chores for a week.

You promise me? I promise and I swear by
the blood of a thousand deaths.

Don't be so disgusting.

Here. Just go.

Easy out.

Hi, Felix King. You should have sent me
in to pinch hit. I couldn't do that to

Davey. Everybody knows he'll swing at
anything.

Time!

No, no, Felix. I promise I'll be
careful.

I can do it.

Well, for Pete's sake, don't swing at
every ball. Let the pitcher walk you.

I can't take it. You do as you're told.

Hard lessons and experience.

That is, if they survive the lesson.

Look.

Gracious providence.

You boys, get down from there this
instant.

If I have to come up there, I'll... We
ain't hurting anything.

Get a blanket from inside.

Rachel. Rachel.

Rachel.

She

suffered

a stroke.

Stroke? The severity of it I can't
completely gauge. I'll check on her

the morning.

Is she likely to improve?

Well, again, it's too soon to tell.

With complete rest, many patients
recover most, if not all, of their

functions. Others... Watch her very
closely during these next critical

would stay, but I must see to Mrs.

Kelsey's new baby.

I'll not leave her side.

I assure you.

I'll show myself out.

Oh, Miss King.

If Mrs. Linda has any family, they
should be instructed to get here as soon

possible.

Just in case, all right?

I'm here, Rachel.

Never fear, I'll be right by your side.

My right arm.

There, there.

Rest easy, dear.

I'm sorry, Mr. Sloan.

I didn't mean it.

Please.

Please get better.

That's my girl. Eat up your porridge
now.

But Marna made it nice and thin, so it
won't choke you.

Salt.

Tastes like wallpaper paste.

Rachel, look, don't even try. No,
Rachel, don't. You just upset

yourself.

I'm useless.

My right side.

I'm no good.

Good morning, Mrs. Lund.

Aunt Hetty, I sent that cable from the
White Sand yesterday.

This reply came this morning.

It's from your son in Saskatoon, Mrs.
Flint.

Don't worry.

Stop.

Arriving train Wednesday next stop.

We'll take you in.

Stop.

Please be ready.

Stop. Pack light.

Stop.

There you see.

There's nothing to worry about.

Robert's a good son, Rachel.

Oh, and like that girl he married, don't
you?

Oh, lovely little thing. What was her
name?

From over by Somerside.

Then to you. You get to see your
grandchildren.

Oh, don't, Rachel.

There's nothing to cry about.

Saskatoon.

The other end of the world.

It'll all work out.

Just you wait.

It'll be fine. I'm sure of it.

Felix, now you two, I think you'd best
understand that Mrs. Lynn's illness

is very serious.

She isn't going to live, is she?

Oh, dear kids, what a thing to say. Of
course she'll live.

And she'll get better, too. You mark my
words.

Oh, she needs time, that's all. And how
much time?

No one knows, really.

At any rate, her son Robert is coming
here soon to take you all back to

live with him out there in the Western
Territory.

Saskatoon, it's called.

What? You mean we're going to be
roughing it on the range with cowboys

like?

No doubt. There'll be all manner of wild
goings -on, Davy Keith.

You should have fit in just fine.

Yes!

Mr. Robert Lynde will be arriving in
precisely one week's time.

But until he does, I am in charge.

Now, what you need... Oh, what all
children need is a firm schedule.

And to that end, I have prepared a
roster of household chores.

One for each of you.

You're making me do housework?

Oh, Mr.

Harrison does work around green gables.
Why not you?

Why should Dora get stuck with all the
drudgery?

Can't serve this world to produce yet
another man who needs waiting on hand

foot. No, no.

Chores are chores, my boy, and what
wants doing will be done.

platoon will be like?

I don't know.

Different.

Maybe I can learn to ride my own horse.

And shoot a six gun.

That's only a story, baby.

That platoon's a thing.

It's a railroad.

I'm gonna miss that one day.

Will you?

I guess.

But at least we'll be together.

And we can take care of Mrs. Lent.

I know.

Don't worry, Dora.

Everything will turn out all right.

You'll see.

You excited about going west, Davey?

All day.

No offense, Felix, but you're right.
Teddy's a slave driver.

Well, here we are at Green Gables.

Ooh. There they are!

You call me cowboy?

Robert, you probably haven't met your
mother's wards. This is Davy Keith and

sister Dora.

Marilla Cuthbert's wards, you mean.

Well, maybe we should go inside.

Felix, why don't you stay outside with
the children?

Come on, Davy.

Let's go bat a fear around the backyard.

things.

Why, in China.

That's right, Rachel.

And don't you worry, we're packing it up
properly.

Rachel, a few items to remind you of
home, I understand, but this...

We think she's doing very well, Robert.
Oh, yes, very well.

What's all this?

Oh, well, your mother wanted a few
things with her.

Mementos, really.

We haven't got the room.

We've got a small place in Saskatoon.

And you've already got four
grandchildren and a fifth on the way.

I knew about the children, sure, but I
never dreamed you expected us to take

them in, too.

I thought there was some blood relation.
An uncle.

Oh, Robert.

Oh, Davy and Dora's uncle has never
shown the slightest interest in them.

Leave the children?

Robert. Mom, please.

They're there, Rachel.

How can I ask Eileen to tend mother and
two kids more?

No, Robert, we see your mind.

What about Billy, then?

Billy's a single man, for heaven's
sakes.

Living in the warden's quarters of the
jail?

You can't take mother and two kids to
live in a prison.

Must be something we can do.

Wait a minute.

Maybe Rachel and the children don't need
to leave at all.

Perhaps they could stay.

We could... Well... Somehow... You'll
have

to think of something else to do with
these kids.

I'll take the children, Rachel.

Of course I will.

Don't give it another thought.

I'll take care of them, as soon as you
would.

I swear to you, I will.

There she came.

I'll get better.

And I'll come back to you.

Understand?

Promise me, don't you?

Baby, come along now.

I'm not coming back.

Dora, sit down and be careful with that.

Yes, Miss King.

Here you are, Davy. A nice bowl of
chocolate pudding.

I don't want any.

Davy, chocolate's your favourite.

Oh, well, never mind. Perhaps you'll
want it later.

No! No! I never want it! Just leave me
alone!

You don't, child.

You're like a shadow.

You needn't follow me so closely, dear.
Just sit yourself down and we'll have a

nice bite to eat, shall we?

Davy, come on.

Join us for a sandwich and a glass of
lemonade.

If it's all the same to you, Miss King,
I'd

rather take my sandwich and eat it
elsewhere.

Elsewhere? How do you mean?

Or go off on a picnic.

I'd just rather be on my own.

All right.

Help yourself, then.

What a good job you've done.

All right, children, listen up.

Postcards arrived for you from out west.

From Miss Lynn? What's the picture?

Bronco Busters?

Not exactly, no.

The Knox Presbyterian Church, Saskatoon.

Dear children, feeling better. Hope you
are behaving for Myth King.

Rachel.

Now, Davy, aren't you happy to hear from
Mrs. Lynde?

That's not her handwriting.

She didn't write this.

Oh, I'm sure.

Oh, well,

someone must have written it for her
then.

Oh, her son Robert, probably.

She isn't getting better.

It's a lie.

Now, Davy, these things do take time,
you know.

I'm sure they'd never have written it if
it weren't true.

I've got to go split some more candy.

Oh, wait.

I think you've done quite enough work
for one day.

What would you say to a rousing game of
check over?

Oh, that'll be fun, wouldn't it?

No, thanks.

I'd rather go finish my chores.

I'll play with you.

Oh, I'm sure you will, dear.

There you are.

Oh, hello, Montgomery.

I've an idea, Dora.

Why don't you take young Montgomery here
and help out Mrs. Dale by keeping an

eye on him. Go on, take him around the
back of the house there and play with

him. Watch him closely now.

Is that a girl?

Thank you, Dora.

Heavens to Molly, I'm at my wit's end.

Now, Hattie, our clinginess will pass.

Oh, it's not Dora I'm worried about.

So I give my right limb to have ten
minutes alone to myself.

No, it's the boy that concerns me.

Davy? Oh, he's so quiet around me,
Olivia. Not himself at all. He won't say

to a goose.

Well, Hattie, children have moods.
Adults do.

Oh, I know about children's moods. Damn
it.

This is quite different.

I worry about the boy.

The boy worries me.

He won't look me in the eye.

He won't stay in the same room with me.

Spends every waking moment alone, he
does.

Harry, don't make something out of
nothing.

No, Harry, I'm sure he just has to
settle into Rose Cottage.

And he has to get used to you, too,
Hattie. Oh, yes, I'm sure that's all it

Oh, yes, my goodness.

You want to talk about booze, let's talk
about Felicity.

Oh, now, Janet. Oh, well, she's
improved.

Yes, she has.

Phoebe, I just made up my bed. You're
giving it a wrinkle.

So what? For what Miss Kane will say?

Why can't you be nice to Miss Kane?

I think she's all right.

Boy, for you.

Phoebe. What do you think would happen
to us if Miss King turned us out?

We'd be fine, Dora.

Nobody to worry us. We wouldn't have to
bother about anybody else.

There'd just be the two of us.

I don't want us to be alone, Davey.

That stinks.

Child, I practically stepped on you. I'm
sorry, Miss King. What is it?

What's the matter?

Come on, sit down.

Look, child, you're perfectly welcome to
stay here as long as you like.

Yes, ma 'am. I just need to make sure.

Of what?

That you'll be here, too.

Of course I'll be here.

Rose Cottage is my home.

And now, well, it's your home, too.

That's what Marilla said about Green
Gables. And Mrs. Lynde.

It's not been easy for you, child.

Not for Davy.

One thing is for certain.

Avonlea will always be home to you.

Do you understand that?

I think so, Miss King.

Nobody will send us away.

No.

No wonder.

Not ever.

Hey! Hey, Wiley!

Where'd you get that reindeer?

Where'd the tree go?

Green Gables, shove off.

Yeah, we're not hurting nothing.

It doesn't belong to you.

Davey. Don't be such a lame duck.

Yeah, you don't live there no more. Why
should you give a care?

Besides, Davey boy, we're going to have
a bit of fun.

Come on, we're playing daredevil.

Yeah, you're right.

Why should I care a nickel about Green
Gables anymore?

Who's going to be the daredevil?

Not me.

I'll do it.

I'm not afraid of anything.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Now what?

Davy, what on earth?

Come on out of there.

Are you all right?

Ow, my wrist. Ow, ow. Let me see.

What have you been up to?

Great.

Okay, lie quiet there.

A goose egg and a mild sprain.

You're a lucky young fellow. You might
have given yourself a concussion.

Luck?

Whatever possessed you, you could have
broken your neck.

All done.

From now on, you stay out of barrels, at
least moving ones.

Better yet, stay out of trouble
altogether.

You're going to have to straighten your
mouth, Eddie.

Gorgeous day, Mr. Campbell.

Aye, glad it is, Alec King.

I've been meaning to talk to you,
Wellington, about this old fence.

Some of these rails, well, they're worse
for wear. Maybe we should consider

replacing the whole thing with a good
wire fence.

Do you not think it'll see us through
another season?

Maybe.

I notice you got yourself a fine new
animal.

Shipped in all the way from Cape Breton.
At some cost.

But she's worth every nickel and dime.

Well, she's a beautiful -looking beast,
all right.

Will you be showing her at the
exhibition?

These paltry flea -bit local fairs? No,
Alec.

Dorothea's destined for greater things.

She will be my Eve.

Mother to a herd of champions.

So tell me, uh, have you picked out an
Adam for your Dorothea?

Good Lord.

Gurney McDonald, all the way from
Carmody. Mr. Campbell, I never thought

the day you'd be fraternizing with the
McDonalds.

We can carry out a civilized business
transaction.

Gumball? MacDonald?

Hattie, what on earth are you doing
here?

I'd say I'm monitoring my investment. A
gurney here required some operating

capital, so now I am 10 % owner of Bruce
the Brute of Loughlinney.

Allow me to present Bruce, whose awe
-inspiring virility has earned him the

nickname Sire of the Isle.

Behold, a bull among bulls. And legend
of Peaky Island.

Well, the proof, as they say, is in the
pairing.

Well,

after all, he did have a long walk.

roast beef Romeo ever get to his hooves
and do his bully duty by my poor

Dorothea. Can you understand it?

Generally, a rousing chorus of Scotland
the Brave is all that it takes to stir

the blood of Bruce the Brute.

Perhaps another reprise.

Now, Gurney, please.

We love the pipes, we do, but everything
in moderation.

I should have known better at the
trucker, MacDonald. Campbell, you're no

to heap this shame on the MacDonalds,
too. We could hardly be held

Then make your bull behave like a bull.
It's no fault of Bruce's. Who could love

that? Quiet, the both of you.

I cannot claim to be an expert on bovine
bliss, but I swear that not a

beast in God's kingdom could rouse
itself to a moor amidst all this racket.

Why, has neither of you a clue about
romance?

Your swing has improved now that your
wrist is better. And listen, you better

stay clear of Bruce there. I think Aunt
Hattie's bought 10 % of a lost cause.

And me and Bruce over there have a lot
in common.

See you next practice, Thursday.

You? I'm full.

I'm free.

Listen, I'm coming over this fence to
take the shortcut to Rose Cottage. And I

don't really care what you think about
it.

It took me an hour to wrangle Bruce back
into the pen.

Your foolishness could have had very
serious consequences.

You endangered yourself, you endangered
our livestock.

Aye, that Bruce is an expensive animal.

Worth his weight in glue.

Around here, we all work very hard for
our livelihood.

Too hard to have it jeopardized by such
a reckless stunt.

Why would you do such a thing?

Well, don't you have anything to say for
yourself?

I'm a tolerant man, Davy, but this time
you have gone too far. You are going to

learn what hard work is all about. Am I
understood?

Go on.

And wait for me outside.

The lad's a terror, to be sure, Hetty.
You must take him in hand. Well, I

If only I knew what to do with him.

Much as I want to keep my promise to
Rachel, I don't know.

I don't know, maybe...

Maybe I'm not the right person to look
after Davy Keith.

Eddie, what would become of those
children if you gave them up?

Oh, my back.

Job's still got to be done, Davy.

This is dumb.

There's a billion rocks in this field.

A little less chatter, Master Keith.

Good day's work. Maybe you'll be too
tired to get in your usual shenanigans.

Who are you?

Shut up in a barn with nobody to care
for you.

I got you in a lot of trouble, didn't I,
Bruce?

Bet you want to be out roaming the
pasture as a free bull, don't you?

You've got to be friends, not enemies.

I'm tired of being humiliated by this
stubborn old bag of bones.

He's reached the end of his tether.

He'll apologize to your sister.

She'll get a pair of shoes for her 10%.
Come on, Bruce.

You're good for nothing but boot leather
now.

We're taking a trip to the tannery.

You can help me get him out to my wagon,
Alec.

Wait!

It's all my fault that Bruce got in
trouble.

And if anybody's going to be punished,
it should be me.

This is a good long life, Davey.

He's outlived his usefulness.

He's been a good bull all these years,
and this is his reward?

Why do you have to take him away?

Wait up. None of this is Bruce's fault.
The fault has nothing to do with it,

Davey. It's just the way life is.

Sometimes you don't bring hardship on
yourself. Sometimes it just comes.

You don't know a thing about it.

Davey, look.

You've had your share of trouble, buddy.
It's not your fault.

It's not your fault Miss Blint had a
stroke.

Nobody blames you, Davey.

Go, boss. Off with you.

You win, laddie. Then you've got Alec
King to thank for it.

If you're set on buying him, I'll no
argue.

It's sure old Bruce has earned some
dignity and rest in his dotage.

Your partner's with your sister now,
Alec. Good luck to you.

You'll need it.

You bought Bruce the brute?

You see to take good care of my Bruce,
new laddie.

I will.

What's Aunt Haley going to say about it?

Quite a lot, I imagine. But I'm pretty
sure once she understands the

circumstances, she'll feel the same way
Davy does about Bruce's retirement.

Now, Davy, what about you? I've got my
scissors limbered up here.

Clean up the front a little before it
gets in your eyes.

Clean up the back.

There we go.

Right. Oh, my goodness.

You look used to have hair like this.
Baby, fine.

Aren't you sitting nice and still?

I don't mind having my hair cut.

I kind of like it.

This is when you should tug at the comb
a bit. But that's not her fault.

I got some minor holy things stuck in
it.

Murillo was always real gentle.

Hey, Davey, I hear there's going to be
fireworks at the ball diamond tonight.

The king probably won't let me go.

Hattie's not an ogre, you know.

You should give her a chance.

You've been cared for by quite a number
of different people.

Haven't you, Davey?

I guess.

Where's Miss King?

She went to a church meeting. She said
we'd be having supper late.

What are you writing?

A letter to Mrs. Lind.

Dear Mrs. Lind, Daisy and I are now
settled at Rose Cottage. It was hard at

first, everything was so new, and we
felt awful about you being sick.

But Miss King says that Avonlea is our
home, no matter if it's at Green Gables

or Rose Cottage, and we'll be right here
when you come back, which we hope is

soon. We miss you and hope you are
feeling better.

What, sign it, Davey?

Yeah.

You know, Davey, I think we're kind of
lucky to have so many people wanting to

take care of us.

I know.

Miss King isn't a bad sort.

It's just, I miss Mrs. Lend and Green
Gables.

I want everything to stay the same.
That's all right, Davey.

Miss King understands.

Really, she does.

Maybe we should do something nice for
them. Like what?

Well, we'll get supper.

Ourselves? You know how to make
pancakes.

That's all.

She's got recipe books.

How hard can it be?

Come on.

King, please don't be upset about the
kitchen.

What?

Won't you come in, Miss King?

It's supper.

Yes.

So I see.

Thank you.

Hi. Good.

Chewy.

I hope the plane gets better soon.

Me too.

So do I.

I think we're going to be all right.

I think we're going to be just fine.