All language subtitles for whos_the_boss_s03e14_maries_secret

There's a time for love and a time for
living. Take a chance and face the wind.

Open road and a road that's hidden.

Friendly life around the bend.

There were times I lost a dream or two.

I found a trail and at the end was you.

There's a path you take and a path not
taken.

Choice is up to you, my friend.

Not so long, but you might awaken to a
brand new life. A brand new life. A

new life. A chin

up.

A little to the left.

Okay. Now, just a little happier.

Ah! That's perfect. Now, please, don't
move a muscle, huh?

Ah! That's Bonnie!

Hello? Oh, hi, Bonnie. Guess what? I'm
posing for a portrait. Isn't that cool?

Samantha, please.

Yeah, it's a surprise for my dad. See,
Angela's throwing him this big party

because he talked her into starting her
own agency that's finally making money.

Yeah, you know adults. They have this
gratitude thing.

Samantha, please.

Just a second.

He's not a... He's an artist.

He's Greek.

And he's so temperamental.

Samantha, I cannot work this way,
please. He's doing it now.

Okay, I better go, too. Okay, I'll talk
to you later. Bye.

It was a business call.

Oh, Christos, it's beautiful.

The lines, the form, the texture.

It just barely started.

Well, I know, but I can visualize it in
my mind's eye.

I used to paint by numbers.

They're back! They're back!

Oh, no! Mother said she was going to
keep Tony out until four.

Oh, no, it is four.

They just pulled up front.

Estimated time of arrival, now.

Thanks for the warning.

Christos, quick, you've got to get out
of here. Samantha, go upstairs and see.

I'm right here.

Christos, please, could you just hurry?

it up a little bit, please. Please don't
wait in the kitchen. Okay.

Okay.

Hi, everybody.

Hi. Where's Tony? Well, I didn't know
whether or not you'd have Christos out,

I sent Tony around to the kitchen to
unload the grocery.

Pretty smart, huh?

Hi, Angela.

Got you that great Egyptian shampoo you
wanted.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh, by the way, there's a man in my
kitchen.

A man?

Yeah. You must be mistaken.

There's no man in the kitchen.

Oh, that man.

That's not a man.

That's the plumber.

Oh, you must be one of them abstract
plumbers.

Impressionist. All right, all right. The
truth is, this is Christos Dimos,

and he is an artist. He's not a plumber.
And this is Tony Maselli, my

housekeeper.

Christos is painting a portrait of
Jonathan for Mother's

birthday, and it was supposed to be a
surprise. Surprise, Mother!

Well, what a wonderful gesture, Angela.

I'm amazed that you could come up with
an idea like that.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. How come I
don't know anything about this?

Well... Tony, don't take this the wrong
way, but you've got a big mouth.

How could I take that the wrong way,
Angela?

Come on, I can keep a secret as good as
the next guy.

Yeah?

You're the one who just blabbed about
the man in the kitchen.

Since I let the cat out of the bag, what
do you say we take a look at the

picture?

Will?

We could do that, but there is a very
good reason why we shouldn't.

Right, Christos?

Right. The philosophers of ancient
Greece, they had an expression.

Never show an unfinished treasure to a
domestic.

Domestic? Yes.

Ah, well, you know, funny you should
mention expressions, because in

we got an expression, too. It goes like
this. Oh, no!

We should head back to the city.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Micelli.

Wait a minute. I used to know a Micelli
in Brooklyn.

Marie. Any relation?

My wife's name was Marie.

No kidding. I used to give her art
lessons.

Not my Marie.

She didn't take art lessons.

Are you sure? Because this Marie was
quite talented and very beautiful.

She had a very long, dark hair and
beautiful, dark eyes. And the smile, it

light up the acropolis.

Hey, look, pal.

Me and my wife are pretty close, you
know what I mean? So if she was taking

lessons, I would have known about it.

Well, it was a long time ago. Perhaps
you're right.

Hey, Dad.

Oh, hi.

No, no, I was right.

That is the smile.

Hi, Joan.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, uh, how was the circus?

Uh, it was okay.

Who was your date?

Some clown.

I left him there.

He'll be better off in the long run.

So what are you making?

Making pancakes.

Well, don't you think they'll be kind of
cold by tomorrow morning? They're not

for tomorrow morning.

They're for Tuesday.

We're having French toast tomorrow
morning.

Look, this is just off the top of my
head, but Tony, is something troubling

That guy Christos is bugging me, Mona.

Trying to tell me I didn't know my own
wife.

I mean, if she was taking art lessons,
Mona, she would have told me about it.

Yes, that's right, Tony. I mean, Marie
didn't even like art. I mean, she never

even appreciated those blue fighters on
black velvet.

Well, then there you have it. See, it
couldn't possibly have been her.

Are you crazy? It had to be her, Mona.

Why wouldn't she tell me?

What is the big deal? So she took a few
art lessons. It's not like she was

having an affair.

Now, wait a minute.

You cannot be serious. Tony, you're
jumping to conclusions.

Hey, Jonathan, you want to shoot some
moves?

No, I got to work on my speech for
Tony's surprise party.

Oh, how's it coming?

Fantastic. I got some great new jokes
from Dean Martin's Celebrity Brisket.

Jonathan, that's a celebrity roast.

Anyway, you want to hear some?

No.

Okay, but you're missing out on some
baffle yuck.

Hey, pal, where you going? Nowhere,
nowhere.

Well, let me know when you get there.

Hey, Dad, you want a shit smooth?

Whoa, look, sure, sure, sweetheart.

You know something, Sam? You remind me
of your mother more and more every day.

She had a good jump shot.

Speaking of me, Sam, do you remember
when you were

young and I was away a lot?

Oh, yeah.

I remember the first time Mom told me
you were on the road.

I started crying.

I was afraid you'd get hit by a truck.

That's nice. You're worried about me,
huh?

Speaking of worrying, Sam, you know, I
used to worry about you and Mom being

alone. We weren't always alone.

You weren't? No, my friend Steffi would
come by all the time and we played

dolls. She liked to dress Ken in
Barbie's clothes.

Well, speaking of dressing up, did you
and Mom ever dress up and go out? Sure,

mean, we'd go grocery shopping and to
the park.

And every week we'd go next door to Mrs.
Rosini's. Oh, well, what'd you do

there? Oh, we had so much fun playing
cards and watching TV.

Oh, I used to have the biggest crush on
Patsy.

Well, what about Mom?

She never stayed.

Oh?

Yeah, but I love that one episode where
Ralph and Patsy got stuck in the meat

locker. Where's that Jack and Mr.
Furley?

Samantha, when your mother didn't stay,
where did she go?

You know, she must have gone pretty far.

Because sometimes she didn't pick me up
until the next morning.

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Tony, come on up!

Three steps at a time.

Only three?

Getting old.

Fast as ever, huh?

Yeah, sure.

Tony! Mrs. Rossini. Tony, it's so good
to see you.

But you're wasting away.

Well, not you, Mrs. Rossini.

Hey,

I'm sorry to drop by on such short
notice, but... Short notice?

It's Connecticut talking.

My door is always open.

To tell you the truth, Ms. Rossini, I
really want to talk to you. What, you

can't talk with food in your mouth?

Maybe, just a little. Whatever you say.

Well, how's life in Connecticut?

Good.

Good? Just good?

How's about the fresh air and the
greenery and the Protestants?

They're all good.

Tony, what's happened to you?

You're so quiet.

You used to talk till your hands got
tired.

I got something on my mind.

So tell me.

It's about Marie.

God rest her soul.

Mind you.

I can't mind you.

I heard things that bother me.

About my veal?

No, about Marie.

I met this guy.

He says he knows my wife, Marie, from
some art class. He says he gave my wife

art lessons.

It's true, isn't it? I can see it in
your face.

My face is my curse.

Joe takes one look at me and knows we're
having veal for dinner.

Of course, we always have veal for
dinner.

Mrs. Rossini, what am I going to do? I
thought I knew my wife.

Tony, it's not that terrible.

It's not that terrible. She was
unfaithful to me.

How dare you?

I could box your ears for that.

Marie would never, ever... I can't even
say it. Come on, Mrs. Rossini. Where was

she all those nights she left Sam with
you? She was learning to paint.

All night?

What was she doing, waiting for the
paint to dry?

Come on, Mrs. Rossini. Sam said she
didn't pick her up till morning.

That was because Marie didn't want to
wake Samantha up. What was her point?

She'd come in, have a cup of coffee, a
little veal. She'd kiss Sam goodnight,

then go back to your apartment.

Oh, come on.

If it was just painting, why didn't she
tell me about it? She tried to, but you

wouldn't hear it. You kept cutting her
off. You wouldn't let her... I don't cut

people off.

She told me you thought art lessons were
silly.

That you wanted a home taking care of
Sam.

Don't you remember?

Well, not exactly, Mrs. Roussing. It was
such a little thing.

Tony, that was a problem.

To you, it was a little thing.

But to Marie, it meant a lot.

Are you telling me there was a whole
part of Marie that I didn't even know

about?

Maybe there was a lot I didn't know
about Marie.

She loved you the way you were.

She wouldn't want you sitting around
feeling guilty.

He'd want you to move forward, to be
happy, to eat.

Here's some beans.

Surprise!

For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a
jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly

good fellow.

Even without a tie.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. What's all
this? It's not my birthday.

This is the Tony Maselli Gala
Appreciation Party and Testimonial

I can see why you didn't put that on the
back.

For the first time since its founding,
the Bauer Agency is operating in the

black. Way to go.

Hey, what's that got to do with me?

Oh, and he's humble, too.

Tony, if you hadn't talked me into
opening my own agency,

I wouldn't have been able to do it.

And without your help and support, I
wouldn't be where I am right now,

profit. Or paying taxes.

Oh, Jeffrey, you sentimental fool, you.

May I take your jacket, Mr. Maselli?

Sure.

So,

you okay?

Yeah. Where you been?

I went down to Brooklyn to have a talk
with Mrs. Rossini.

And?

You were right.

I was just jumping to conclusions.

I had a terrific wife.

It's too bad she couldn't say the same
about her husband.

Seat of honor, here you go.

To start off the evening, I would like
to introduce our Roastmaster General,

Jonathan Sheckybauer.

Good evening, ladies and germs.

I'd like to say a few words about a...

guy. But they told me I had to talk
about Tony Maselli.

Tony's cooking is so bad.

How bad is it?

It's so bad he serves Toms for after
dinner men.

And now here's someone we've known for
years. A beautiful human being. My

grandmother and yours.

Here's Mona.

That was terrific, pal.

You help mom?

You take care of me.

You're beautiful, babe.

Okay. Thank you, Jonathan.

I have a lot of warm and wonderful
things to say about Tony.

But Angela's better at the sappy stuff.

But I do want to say, you're the best.

And don't let anybody ever tell you
different.

And now, to put a damper on the
festivities, here's Jeffrey.

Yay!

Thank you for that heartfelt
introduction, Mona.

I would just like to say thanks for
helping to make Angela so successful.

And now, without further hype, here she
is, the lovely and solvent Angela Bauer.

Madam President, thank you. Thank you.

I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

I just feel so lucky to have someone
like you

in my corner.

When I lost my job, I truly did not know
what

I was going to do.

But you helped me find my way.

You knew that I was scared and that I
had doubts in my own ability.

But you always believed in me.

And you made me believe in myself.

So I would like to propose... To

Tony

Maselli.

A man who sees in us, not our limits,
but the stars.

Here, here.

That's very nice, folks, but are you
sure you got the right Tony myself?

Oh, I know we do.

And as a token of my love and
appreciation.

Right here. Stand here.

Okay.

Ready?

Samantha, that's you.

Good eye, Dad.

Samantha, you're beautiful.

Oh, Angela, isn't she beautiful?

Oh, everybody, isn't my daughter
beautiful? Yes.

Oh, she's beautiful.

I'm speechless.

Well, then maybe Samantha would like to
say something.

Well, I just want you to know that
because you're such a great guy,

still for this.

Missing countless phone calls, important
social engagements, and a major sale at

the mall.

Now that really means a lot to me.

Mom always said we were both real lucky
to have you.

She was right.

I love you.

Speech! Speech!

I don't know what to say.

Give your MVP speech.

You're an MVP?

No.

I guess I want to say thank you for all
the nice things you've said tonight.

This comes at a time when... Let me just
say that it sounds real good right

now.

You know, it's hard trying to be all
you'd like to be to the people you love.

But if you're lucky, you end up hitting
more than you miss.

Tony, in our book, you are batting a
hundred.

I hope that's a thousand.

This is only the beginning.

In your honor, we've made you a big
Italian dinner.

A dinner big in Italian? And we made all
your favorites.

Veal. Veal piccata.

Veal jalapeno.

Veal marsala.

Veal parmesan.

Enough talk. Let's eat.

I can't believe how

much she looks like Marie.

No.

You know, Marie would be very proud of
how wonderful you're bringing up Sam.

I'm not doing a bad job, huh?

But I'm going to do better.

From now on, she's going to have art
lessons, too.

Now that she wants them.

You know, I logged a few hours in art
class myself.

You did?

Really? Well, I'd love to see some of
your work sometime.

You would?

I just happen to have something right
now.

You can just look at it and be brutally
honest.

Boy, it's terrific, Angela. What a
beautiful tree.

It's a self -portrait.