All language subtitles for dear_john_s02e05_the_secret_of_success

If this was your wife and these were
your...

I have a memo from the community centre.

In keeping with national fire safety
months, we will be conducting a series

random fire drills.

When the alarm bell rings, all persons
must evacuate the building in a calm,

orderly manner.

Please note...

To avoid the recurrence of last year's
near -fatal bottleneck in the stairwell,

the overeating anonymous group will exit
single file through the double door.

Oh, my second husband was a fireman. In
fact, that's how I met him.

My first husband liked to smoke in bed.

Thank you for sharing that with us, Mrs.
Gilbert.

Anytime.

What's with the TV?

That's Wally, the custodian.

Let me put it this way, Ralph. What's
the TV doing here?

Ralph asked if you could take a few
minutes of our time. He has a

to show us. Ralph?

Ladies and gentlemen, you are now
looking at an official part -time sales

representative of the Positive
Prosperity Process.

It's a collection of books, audio tapes,
and videos on the secrets of success.

With the help of this program, I intend
to make the world a better place for

mankind, and in my spare time, clear six
figures before the year's end.

Any questions?

Uh, yes.

I got a question, Ralphie.

How fast was that turnip truck going
when you fell off?

I'm glad you asked, sir.

I'm talking about this book, The
Positive Prosperity Process.

Everything in life can be yours for only
$9 .95 plus tax.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the man
who is changing my life the way he's

about to change yours.

Hi, I'm T -Pat Conner, founder of the
Positive Prosperity Process.

Thanks to my seven steps, I became a
world -renowned author.

lecturer, and horse breeder.

But the prosperity process isn't only
about business.

It's about achievement and self -esteem.

In other words, with the right attitude,
you too can be more like me.

I'm sure there are skeptics out there.

Just remember, friends, prosperity is no
longer out of reach.

So, welcome to my wonderful... world of
endless opportunities.

And now, my good friend... Insert name
here.

We'll go into further detail.

Thank you, T -Pat.

Go to page two.

Now, wait, Ralph.

You're not getting serious about this,
are you? I'm starting to worry about

Don't waste time on negative thoughts,
John. Listen to this unsolicited

testimonial from Larry C. in Muncie,
Indiana.

I was at the end of my rope. I was
lonely, desperate, and had lost the will

live.

But after reading T. Pat Conner's book,
I am now a happy man and deliver bottled

water.

Ralph, Ralph.

I hate to say this, but this is the
oldest scam in the world. When they

you in, it ends up costing you a
fortune. Yeah, Ralphie, if you don't

books, you get stuck for the money,
right? No, no, the old Ralph would have

gotten stuck, but the new Ralph has the
confidence.

to sell the 200 books I bought.

Don't worry, don't worry.

T -Pat said I could buy more any time I
want.

I think he likes me.

Oh, me too. Thanks, Mrs. Filberstein.
There you go, Tom. John, what about you?

Okay, it's against my better judgment.

Here, give this to T -Pat.

Tell him to buy himself a first name.
There you go.

All right, Ralphie, I'll show you what
kind of a sport I am. Give me two.

Whoa, thanks, Kirk.

All right, I owe you 20 bucks.

Now, take a look at this.

Recreation Today.

Yep, yours truly, Brad Derman, just had
his first literary effort published.

You published?

You're surprised, huh? I bet you didn't
know I could write.

I gotta be honest, Brad, I didn't know
you could read.

Hey, hey, please, a little respect.
Would you talk that way to Sidney

All right, which one did you write?

Well, after we got blown out of the
volleyball finals last month, I had a

of beers.

And I decided to write the story of the
game from the point of view of the

volleyball. Oh, yeah, I see. Here it is.

Slapped around.

My life is a ball.

Catchy, huh?

What about you, John? You write a lot of
that poetry stuff.

You ever have anything published?

No, I never even submitted anything.

What are you waiting for? Send something
to a publisher.

No, no, I can't. I can't. What do you
mean you can't?

A volleyball has feelings, too?

I have been doing the same work as this
guy next to me, Norman Krennic.

Only I make less money.

And I've always been afraid to ask my
boss why. Well, today I walked past my

boss's office and I figured, you know,
what the heck? What have I got to lose?

So I walked in, confronted him, and
guess what? Look, I got a $50 raise.

John,

aren't you going to congratulate Kate on
her raise? Oh, I'm sorry, Kate. I'm

just so frustrated.

I finally got up enough nerve to submit
some of my poems to a publisher. And I

never even got a response. Look what
they published, huh? In another

This drivel written by a walking
jockstrap with glasses.

Could be that negative attitude that's
holding you back.

What's that supposed to mean?

Have you by any chance read T. Pat
Connors' book?

Read it? I don't even know where I threw
it.

Well, I read it. And I'm glad I did.

Especially the chapter on facing your
fears.

It gave me the positive attitude I
needed to walk into my boss's office and

confront him.

It wasn't the money.

It was the principle of the thing.
Believe me, the money had nothing to do

it.

Because you deserved it. That stupid
book had nothing to do with it.

Hi, everybody.

Where have you been, Ralph, huh?

Don Ho's garage sale?

Ralph, I think you look wonderful. I
think life's wonderful thanks to you.

And to Pat Connors.

Well, I'll tell him that when I see him.

I sent him my application and my $100.

check to the T. Pat Conner Executive
Training Program in Atlanta.

Oh, no. Let me guess. They accepted your
application.

No, but it's looking good. They accepted
my check.

And as soon as I hear the word, I'm
going to march right down to the toll

and give them my notice.

You're going to leave your job at the
Lincoln Tunnel? You bet. No, wait a

minute. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ralph, aren't
you moving a little fast here? This

whole thing could fail.

Fail? Fail? John, the book teaches us
never...

Oh, come on, Kate. You can't tie
everything good that happens to that

book. Besides, some things happen just
because of dumb luck.

Am I a lucky guy or what?

I rest my case.

What a book.

I read the chapter on how to get what
you want. You know what I got last

Tina.

The only thing I didn't get last night
is sleep.

Thanks to you, Ralph, I am exhausted.

It's my pleasure.

Oh, not another fire drill.

Come on, Cap.

Fire drill means everybody.

That's right. I just hope Tina and Nina
left me enough strength to make it back

down those stairs. You talk about
sibling rivalry.

Yeah, great, just great, yeah.

Whoa.

Somebody wake up on the wrong side of no
one this morning?

You know what I just got in the mail?

Uh, those little stickers with your name
and address on them from the veterans.

No.

It's this.

Here, Mr. Lacey, we appreciate your
sending us a sample of your poetry.

it's not what we're looking for at this
time.

Because of you, I send in some of my
poems to a publisher.

I put myself on the line, Brad, and look
what I get.

It's almost like a form letter.

It is a form letter. Yes,

it is. Look how lacy it's lighter than
Dear Mr. Come on, Fred. It's not the

typeface either. All right, all right,
all right.

Yes, it's a form letter.

What drives me crazy is this part that
says, it's not what we're looking for at

this time.

How am I supposed to know what they
really think of my poems?

Good.

As a professional writer.

Can I give you some advice?

Go down there, talk to them, and find
out.

Are you kidding?

Get rejected face to face? No, thanks.

That's my worst fear.

All right.

I'd rather live with a form letter.

All right. Suit yourself.

But I still don't understand what you're
so afraid of.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I sold another story.

Another one?

Uh -huh. This one's about a football
game.

Oh, don't tell me. Don't tell me. It's
from the point of view of the football.

It's out already?

Where is that?

Facing your fears. Facing your fears.
Facing your fears.

God, I'm never going to find you.

Hello.

Yeah? I'm here to see Mr. Prescott. My
name is John Lacey. I submitted some

poetry.

You don't have an appointment.

Mr. Prescott never sees anyone without
an appointment.

Never.

Oh.

Okay.

You mind if I sit?

I don't care if you squat.

You know, life is like looking in a side
-view mirror.

Some objects are closer than they
appear.

Especially beauty.

You didn't think I could see that, did
you? But I do.

I can see that inner glow.

You just turned on your heart light,
didn't you?

Thank you for making this waiting room a
lovely place.

Almost as lovely as you yourself.

Mr. Prescott, your next appointment is
here.

Hey.

John Lacey, the poet.

Go get him, Longfellow.

Mr. Prescott.

Good morning, Mr. Lacey.

Refresh me quickly, if you will, on our
last meeting.

Well, actually, we never met.

Oh, then refresh me on our last
discussion.

We've never spoken.

Oh. Well, then just refresh me.

The black moon waning on the hill
brought on the night a velvet still.

Yeah, therefore?

Arise, sweet dawn, and light the day,
for now my heart doth yearn to play.

Where have I heard that before?

I wrote that. I sent it to you a couple
of weeks ago.

Oh, yeah, right.

Something about a moon. A black moon.

Oh, to a black moon.

Of course, a black moon.

You see, I wanted to know what you
thought of it.

Well, didn't I get back to you?

Yeah, well, I got a form letter. I just
want to know what you think of my

poetry. Well, you know, I make it a rule
never, ever to offer my personal

opinion on work we'll never publish.

I've always had great difficulty in
handling rejection, especially criticism

about poetry.

Now, if I'm going to be a writer, it's
time I learned to deal with it. Well,

look, I'm not your man. You see, I
myself have great difficulty rejecting

writers face to face. You see, that's
why I send out form letters.

Wonderful. Now, this is an excellent
opportunity for mutual growth through

honest communication. So, honestly,
honestly, what did you really think of

work?

Well, okay, I... I thought it was
interesting.

I think you're hedging, Arthur.

Okay, I thought it was moderately
interesting. I still think you're

Semi -moderately interesting?

Look, look, Mr.

Prescott, if we're to accomplish
anything here, you've got to start to

wounds.

All right, John, I actually didn't like
it, you know, very much, you know. Well,

all right, all right, now we're getting
somewhere. How much did you actually not

like it?

Quite a bit.

You're holding back.

Okay.

I disliked it.

Now, lock. Good. Now, now, now. Keep
going. Keep going. Look, I can't. I

this is too hard for me. No, no. Come
on, Arthur. You can do it. Release that

negativity. You owe it to yourself. You
owe it to me. You owe it to both of us.

Okay. Your poetry was boring. Good. It
was trivial. Yes. It was cliche.

That's right. It was irritating. It was
annoying.

It sucks.

That's the word I was waiting for. Thank
you.

Disliked? Oh, no, better than that. He
hated it. He said it was garbage.

And you want to know the best part?

He told me right to my face. And it
didn't destroy me. You see, the chains

finally off.

Oh, I know that feeling.

So, in other words, the principles of
the book did work for you. Is that

John? Work? Kate, that book changed my
life. I used to be terrified of

criticism. Now... I thrive on it. Here,
like here. Here. Tell me what you think

of this tie. Go ahead. Just tell me.

Well, um, I like it. Oh, come on, Kate.
Just really tell me. What do you think?

Well, it's a nice tie.

I'm not crazy about the shirt.

I said the tie. It's just a tie. What do
you think about the tie?

Oh, hi, Ralph.

Oh, Ralph.

Ralph. Just the man I wanted to see.
Ralph, I owe you an apology.

I take back everything I ever said about
T. Pat Conner. I'm a believer.

John, grow up.

What's wrong with you, Ralph?

T. Pat Conner is a jerk.

So is anyone who believes in him.

He and that stupid dog ran off to Brazil
with all our money.

Oh, wow.

T. Pat Conner. His name isn't even T.
Pat Conner.

It's L. Pat Conner.

And I fell for that.

What a fool.

Look, I'm...

I wasted everybody's time.

Oh, come on, Ralph. Just because that
guy turned out to be a crook doesn't

you have to blame yourself.

Nice try, John.

Look, if you don't mind, I'll just sit
over here by myself.

Hey, Ralph.

I'm never going to believe in anybody or
anything ever again. Hey, come on,

Ralph.

You did a lot of good here in the past
couple of weeks.

Hey, Ralph, you know, because of you,
some of us did things that we never

dreamed we could.

I know I did.

Ralph, I was so impressed by what you
did for us, I sat down and wrote a poem.

Listen,

everybody, I just want you to know, I
hope everybody in this room doesn't

this.

Ode to Positivity by John Lacey.

Once in darkness wandering... Thank God.

Wait, wait, wait, just forget that
stupid fire. Just listen to this, okay?

It's important for Ralph. It's important
for all of us. Just listen.

Once in darkness wandering, I trudged
alone and lost.

A journey long and meaningless by every
pitfall tossed.

But then the bird of courage flew, a
lightning on my soul, and sang this song

hope to me. Take heart and seek your
goal.

And should the oath of doubt arise with
negativity, simply laugh and celebrate

the fortitude of me.

Thanks.

Yes. Thank you. You see, that's honest.

So, learn this well, and I have learned,
and heed it all your days. Be positive,

for that alone can chase your fears
away.