All language subtitles for family_affair_s02e17_a_man_s_place

And the grapes, please.

Right you are, young lady.

Cheese is next.

Ah, yes. Well, we'll have some gouda,
bel paese.

Um, can we have another piece for
Roger's mouse?

Roger has a gourmet mouse.

It's heavy by just these two.

Here you are. Thank you. Thank you.

Tommy, do you recommend the cassava
melons today?

I certainly do, Mr. French. But, uh,
there's just one left.

Oh.

Go on, Helen. We'll fill the rest of the
order.

Madam, you were first.

Oh, no, it was a dead heat.

Oh, no, please. The melon is yours.

Excuse me, aren't you, Mr. French?

I mean the beard and all. There couldn't
be two.

I'm sorry, madam, but you have the
advantage of me.

Oh, Cahill. Florence Cahill.

My husband was Tom Cahill.

I used to see you coming into our
tobacco shop.

Oh, Cahill's Tobacco Shop. Yes, Tom was
a dear friend of mine.

Oh, yes, I was so sorry when I heard
that... Thank you.

Mr. French, Charlie gave me a special
kind of cheese for Roger's mouth.

And we came down to the very end of the
list.

Oh, Buffy, Jody, I'd like to introduce
Mrs.

Cahill. Hello.

How do you do?

How do you do?

Will there be anything else, Mrs.
Cahill? Oh, let's see here.

We'll help you like we do, Mr. French.

Well, I think that would be terribly
nice, thank you.

Oh, boy, more gray.

Watch out.

Come on.

So after a year of walking around with a
long face and wearing only black and

cutting myself off from everything, I
took a good look and decided enough is

enough.

Thank you very much for helping me with
the book.

Oh, it was a distinct pleasure.

Mr. French, would you consider it
forward of me to presume on your

with Tom?

I'd like to invite you to share the
melon.

I mean, I'd like you to come for dinner.

Oh, well, that's not forward at all.
That's most gracious of you.

And I'm off tomorrow evening. Oh,
lovely.

I'm apartment 502.

Shall we say 7 .30? 7 .30. See you then.

And see you soon, huh?

Bye. Bye.

She's okay.

You looked at her like you thought she
was nice, Mr. French.

Now, Buffy, we do not discuss such
matters of personal concern.

Go.

And I replied, Madam, it would be our
pleasure to open the door for you, but

the moment it is impossible since you're
standing on our foot.

Thank you.

Tell me some more about your job, Mr.
French.

I don't think I've ever known a real
butler before.

Mrs. Cahill, I'm a gentleman's gentleman
by profession.

I look after Mr. William Davis.

Oh, yes, I know.

But how did an educated man like you go
into this kind of work?

I don't know.

Tradition, I suppose.

I began my training at 16, took my first
position at 22.

Well, maybe there's something about
being a gentleman's gentleman I don't

understand.

Perhaps.

Oh, by the way, I should like to
reciprocate for tonight and invite you

dinner on my next evening off and then
afterwards perhaps stop by the apartment

to show you my domain.

Oh, well, I'd like that.

Beautiful apartment.

And out there, the terrace overlooks the
whole of Manhattan.

Well, I must say, it's a nice place to
work.

Oh, I find it most pleasant.

Well, quite as peaceful since the
arrival of the three children, but...

Pleasant, nonetheless.

Still... Yes?

Well, Mr. French, maybe I'm talking out
of turn, but doesn't it bother you

living in someone else's home?

Wouldn't you rather have a place of your
own, even if it wasn't as elegant?

Mrs. Cahill, I don't think you
understand. You see, it's the nature of

profession to reside at someone else's
apartment.

Mr. Davis, how dare he? He was supposed
to be away.

French got the night off, so I'll... see
if I can find us something to drink in

the icebox.

Would you come this way?

Mr. Davies seems to have brought home a
guest. It's a most distressing

predicament. Oh, my purse. I left it on
the terrace.

I'll get it.

Hello, friend.

Good evening, Miss Martin.

I know you're home.

Oh, I just stopped by to show a friend
your apartment, sir.

Oh, well, why don't you bring him out?
We'll cook up something.

Oh, no, sir, that wouldn't do at all.
Can I serve you something, sir? No,

now. This is your night off. I'm just
going to go out in the kitchen and get

a cup of drinks.

We're thirsty.

The play was called Sahara.

I'll get the ice.

Please, no, sir, I insist.

Okay.

When he insists, you've had it.

Here we are. Thank you.

Mr. French, would it be better if I
left?

No, no, no, no. We shall depart together
as soon as I've served the refreshments

to Mr. Davis.

As Martin just remembered, we're hungry.
Oh, hello.

Hello. Oh, Mr.

Davis, may I introduce Mrs.

Cahill? Her late husband was our friend
from Cahill's tobacco shops.

Oh, sure. Well, make yourself at home,
Miss Cahill.

Thank you.

It's a lovely apartment, Mr. Davis.

Thank you.

Here, I'll take it. But, sir, I... No,
no, I insist this time. Nice to meet

Mrs. Gager. Thank you.

Well, now, shall we go?

All right.

Oh, perhaps this way.

I'm sorry.

Don't let it bother you.

I feel that I... Well, I must apologize
for last night. Oh, don't be silly. It's

your job, I understand.

Yes, you understood from the beginning,
but never before has it been so clearly

demonstrated to me that I have no place
I can call my own.

I never have had.

Well, it's the choice you made, isn't
it?

Well, Mrs. Cahill, I'm doing the only
work that I've been trained for. Well,

that isn't true, and you know it.

It's the easy way to go.

Why, there are dozens of other things
you could do.

Why, you could run a swanky men's shop
with British tweeds and woolens.

Perhaps. I do have a touch with clothes.

Here is the best idea yet. Your own
restaurant.

It's an exciting idea, even though
unrealistic.

But why unrealistic?

Well, financing such a project, I mean,
it's impossible.

Who would invest? I would.

I have my savings and Tom's insurance.

Mrs. Cahill, you would invest your
savings in a restaurant? I mean, you

actually back me?

Mr. French, I certainly would.

Qualified? Well, of course you're
qualified, French. You know all about

service. Mrs.

Cahill's right. There's no reason why
you shouldn't be a very big success.

I thank you, sir, for your confidence.

I just didn't know that you were
dissatisfied here.

Oh, but, sir, dissatisfied isn't quite
the right word.

It's just that, well, sir, as Mrs.
Cahill points out, there comes a time

man must move on to, well, bigger and
perhaps better things.

Sure.

Well, when are you going to leave?

I'm not quite sure yet, sir. Of course,
I...

Wouldn't dream of leaving until I found
a proper replacement, sir.

Oh, I do regret the thought.

No, no, you got to think yourself,
French. Now, you know, the kids and I

what's best for you.

Uncle Bill.

What do you mean?

What did we do to get Mr. French so mad?

He's not mad, honey. He didn't do
anything.

Then why is he going away?

Well, because he wants to be his own
boss and have a place of his own. It's

natural.

I know you like Mr. French.

We love him.

Please, don't let him go away, Uncle
Bill.

We'll do anything if he stays.

I'll even give away my turtle.

Now, listen.

When you love somebody, you want them to
be happy, don't you?

Okay.

Now, even if it makes us feel sad
because Mr.

French has to go away, the restaurant's
going to make him happy, see?

Okay, Uncle Bill.

I just can't imagine us without Mr.
French.

Neither can I.

Ah, eight years with the Earl of
Chisholm.

We were on the best -dressed list eight
years running.

A vulgar citation, to be sure.

Well, Mr. Davies dresses for comfort.
Here we feel a gentleman's wardrobe

be tastefully unobtrusive.

Quite.

Now, in the culinary department.

English cooking, a speciality.
Representative continental dishes. And

emergencies, hamburgers, hot dogs and
chili.

Yes, I see.

No experience with children.

Perhaps not professionally.

Leave that sort of thing to the nannies.

But I do have 14 nephews and nieces.

All sorts and sizes.

Ask any one of them how he feels about
his Uncle Harold.

The times we had together at Battersea
Park.

Took five of them on holiday to
Brighton.

Once.

Well, raising children is not simply
Battersea Park and Brighton. There's the

usual daily routine, discipline.

Never had a minute's trouble.

All good chums.

And that's how it'll be with me and
these youngsters. No trouble, all pals

together. Well, thank you, Mr Tyburn.

Of course, we have several other
applicants on our list, but, however, we

keep you in mind.

Well,

I must say, that's a splendidly equipped
kitchen, Mr French.

Oh, thank you, Mr Smyther.

In fact, the entire establishment is a
tribute to your organizational talent.

Well, that's exceedingly nice of you to
say so, Mr. Smizer. However, there is

the matter of the children.

Ah, yes.

Two girls and a boy.

I'm sure you've set a pattern there as
well.

I've tried.

The danger here, I should think, might
be in avoiding one's true responsibility

to the children by trying to be a pal.

An excellent point.

In my opinion, Mr. French, adults
nowadays are far too eager to be liked

children and too little concerned with
discipline and setting a good example.

Oh, here, here.

I would much prefer their gratitude when
they're grown up.

Well, of course, the final decision must
rest with Mr. Davies. However, you can

be certain of my most enthusiastic
recommendation.

We are highly complimented.

Thank you.

Children, this is your Mr. Smythe.

Miss Sissy, Miss Buffy, Master Jody.

How do you do? Hello.

Mr. French has given me a very good
report on you.

Oh, dear me, and that is Mrs. Beasley.

A pleasure, my dear lady.

I'm sure we shall all get along
splendidly.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I shall
see to dinner.

Well, I suppose I'd better be on my way.

Mississi?

Best of luck, Mr. French.

I know you're going to have the best
restaurant in all of New York.

Thank you.

Oh, Jody, when will you learn to tie
your shoelaces properly?

What will Mr. Smizer think?

I hope you'll be happy in your new
restaurant, Mr. French.

Very kind of you, Jody.

Goodbye, Mr. French.

Goodbye, Buffy.

All set?

Yes, sir.

Hello. Good evening, sir. Welcome.

Hi, Mr. French. How are you?

It's a nice looking place you got. I
hope you have lots of success with it.

Thank you.

Whatever happens, the credit goes to Mr.
French.

He's been a bearded hurricane.

Oh, excuse me. Oh,

excuse me, sir. I have your table ready.

I took the liberty of preparing a
special dinner.

I do believe that I know your
preferences, huh?

That's just fine, French.

I love the way you've decorated.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, look at all the grown -ups. Now
you don't have to fold around with

kids anymore.

Yeah, you have lots of company from now
on, Mr. French.

Excuse me, sir. I'd like to stay and
talk to Mr. I know. You've got a lot of

hungry customers waiting. Go on.

Well, yes, sir. Thank you. Perhaps later
with coffee. Yeah, sure. Don't worry

about us now.

Mr. French is real happy, isn't he,
Uncle Phil?

I guess so.

Then it's a good thing.

You have precisely 30 minutes, so make
the most of it.

Yes, yes, sir.

Big friend!

Hi, little friend!

Well, Jody!

Buffy! How are you?

You know, I've just been shopping for a
few specialities at Charlie's, and he

tells me that he hasn't seen either of
you lately.

No, sir. We don't help with the shopping
anymore.

Oh, well, Broadchild knows his place.

Tell me, what is your latest non -stop
skipping record, Buffy?

139. I could have gone higher, but Mr.
Schmeiser says avoid all excess in all

things.

I feel sad.

So do I.

But don't let Mr. French see.

I think I can say the children are
beginning to shape up quite nicely.

Shape up?

Oh, yes. I had to teach them who was in
charge.

Obviously, they'd been taking advantage
of you.

But they're very young children, Mr.
Smizer.

Perhaps. But it needed a firm hand,
proper discipline, and no sentiment.

Pampering and babying does not prepare a
child for what it must face later.

I know.

Believe me, I was neither coddled nor
indulged as a child.

Yeah, of course.

Another few weeks and I'll be completely
malleable. At least the two young ones.

The adolescent is proving a little more
resistant.

Well, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Smythe,
sir.

A matter of business to attend to at my
restaurant.

Ah, yes, Mr. French. I heard you
deserted our noble profession to go into

Regrettable, of course.

Yes.

Oh, hi.

Reservations, reservations.

And we got a wonderful notice in this
Broadway column.

Hmm.

Discriminating diners, uh...

discovering the new Our Mr. French
restaurant on East 54th.

Relaxed atmosphere, impeccable service,
each dish a gourmet experience, and, of

course, the incomparable Mr. French
himself. Now, you see there.

Reservations a must.

Flattering, to be sure.

Well, you don't seem particularly
overjoyed.

Overjoyed? I'm outraged. I met that man
Smizer today in the park with Buffy and

Jody.

My goodness.

You say that man Smizer, so you really
mean that monster Smizer.

Monster indeed.

Well, didn't you say he was ideal for
the job?

Yes, I did, but I was wrong. He's
nothing but a tuppany tyrant. And I will

have him shaping up Buffy and Jody with
his firm hand and no sentiment.

Well, all you have to do is call Mr.
Davis. He'll take care of Mr. Smizer.

Alas, I no longer have the right to
interfere.

Why not? You don't work there, but
you're still friends, aren't you?

Yes, but, you know, I realize now that
you can't put those children in the

of just anyone.

Oh, they need discipline, of course, but
they need understanding and affection

as well.

I see.

Mr. French, don't you think it's time we
admitted you really don't want anyone

to take your place?

Oh, no, Mrs. Cahill, that's not true. I
mean...

Yeah, I suppose you're right.

I just don't.

But I must.

I'm committed here, and, well...

I gave my word to you.

Mr. French, I know this much about men.

You have to go where your heart is.

You can do it gradually.

For a while, you can supervise the
buying and the menu planning.

And after we have a system going, well,
if that's what you want.

Mrs. Kay here, you know, I just don't
know how to say it.

You've already said it.

Now, I think I've found what I want to
do with my life.

I like meeting new people and talking
about nothing and everything.

And I like this place.

So I'll give it a whirl.

If it works fine, if it doesn't, well,
it's been worth the effort.

Mrs. Cahill, thank you for everything.

Mr. French, Giles, I wouldn't have
missed knowing you for the world.

Mr. French, can we please have some of
your sloppy Samuels for dinner?

Win some of your wonderful potato salad.

And some of your chocolate brownies. Can
we?

All right, all right. On this special
and happy occasion, I will indulge all

you. Sloppy Samuels, potato salad, and
chocolate brownies. Yay!

But in the future, let it be clearly
understood that I will not permit any of

you to take unfair advantage of my
kindly nature.

Jody, we will dedicate ourselves to
teaching you to tie a proper knot.

Yes, Mr. French.

Buffy? You will wash your hands.

Yes, sir.

Miss Sissy, you will put on a proper
dress for dinner.

Yes, sir.

Come on.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

It is good to be home, sir.