All language subtitles for Twice in a Lifetime s02e11 Used Hearts

You're not so close to heaven now.

Why would you want to go there when it's
right here on Earth?

Where is where?

Paris, France.

London, England.

Rome, Italy.

Lisbon, Portugal.

Madrid.

Marrakesh. There's only one problem with
your paradise, Harry.

There's a war going on.

Paul? Ma 'am?

Are you okay?

Paul.

You're not Paul.

Nana?

Nana, come quick.

There's an old lady out here and she's
sick.

Not yet.

You're not speaking to me yet.

I can't see you. I can feel you.

Can you hear me?

Like a whisper on the wind.

Like a sound of water on the rocks.

Like a sound in between creaking
branches.

The non -noise that is you.

You have quite a way with words.

I should.

I'm the world's best unknown writer.

Really?

Here, ma 'am, here, take this water.
Here, drink. My grandmother's calling

doctor.

What are you doing, ma 'am?

What do you think I'm doing, digging my
grave?

Come on, help me.

My grandson says you're not feeling very
well.

It's Thanksgiving and we're pretty
scattered. My husband should be home,

got called away. I paged him.

Oh, listen to me. I'm Marley.

Marley Harper Wheeler.

Are you from around here?

Marley.

Don't you recognize your own sister?

Paul buried him Where is he?

Is it far?

He died the day after I left.

I traveled the world thinking I could
forget.

All the time he was here, waiting for
me.

I remember.

I remember.

Paul.

I want you to forgive me for not taking
you with me.

Oh, dear.

I'll be yours in the twilight when the
mist

appears.

Yours as the morning sun lifts away.

You're here.

Yours in the winter.

I bet you're too old to swing anymore,
Molly.

Ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Come on, Paul.

Let's show her.

trip I probably won't ever make.

Why, Ruth?

I have too much behind to be of much
use.

What did you leave behind, Miss Ruth?

My heart.

You could change the world.

Change.

Rearrange your world.

Change.

Take one divide back to two. Change.

If it was only up to you to change.

To a world of wonder from a world of
pain.

I will listen for you no matter as they
call it out again.

Change.

Wake up, Ruth.

You'll be here soon.

Oh, I can see you clearly now.

You're glorious.

Tell my boss that.

I will.

Oh, dear.

Please tell me you're not God.

No, madam, but I do represent him. He's
the Honorable Judge Othniel from

the Old Testament Book of Judges.

What happened to you?

What do you mean? You were a warrior.

What's all this frippery?

Well, madam, one does have to keep up
with the times.

Oh, I agree, but...

You only made it up to the 17th, 18th
century.

Ruth Harper, you have always judged
others and found them wanting.

Been your undoing. Sorry, I was never
good with authority figures.

What were you good at?

I want to say I was a good writer.

But... I never made a name for myself
the way I planned.

I admit, my life has been pretty much
wasted.

Because you weren't rich and famous?

Because I died alone.

You haven't seen your sister in over 50
years.

Do you regret that you left your family
all those years ago?

What possible difference could that make
now?

Where you spend eternity.

I don't understand.

Look, Miss Ruth.

See, the way this works is... You see
the error you waste.

Figure out your worst regret.

Othniel sees you mean it. And gives you
a second chance to right the wrongs

you've committed.

To live again.

You can do that?

I can.

If you can.

You don't scare me. I'm not trying to
scare you, Ruth.

I am showing you your past.

The past that you have run so hard from.

Uh -oh.

Oh, Bob, is he back? But he knew better.
He knew he had to wear shoes.

There weren't any.

Your family was too poor.

What shoes was he going to wear?

Grandma's shoes.

and grandma's shoes.

But you told him not to, didn't you?

You told Paul to bury those shoes as a
symbol.

Yes, to show that he'd thrown off the
yoke of poverty of our family, of our

pathetic life.

How can a boy, a teenage boy, be
expected to wear his grandmother's

Why didn't he have his own shoes? Why?

Because my father was too busy saving
the world to care for his own children.

I told my brother so, but he wouldn't
have a word against our father.

And we fought.

And I left him to die alone in the
fields that I was supposed to have.

To help him plant.

He's the one who died alone.

While I trained at Buffalo.

The one that died.

No.

You want to live.

You want to go back and save your
brother. Yes, more than anything.

You will have three days.

And three days only.

You will go back and discover the true
meaning of family.

Save the heart that you left behind.

No one will recognize you.

All your memories will be intact.

And you will be a free agent in the
universe with the blessing of God

and his court.

Is it booked?

How much I've got eggs?

These eggs ain't yours, Lucy.

Speak proper English this season. Ow!

Mama, Mama!

This is it?

This is all you have?

Ruth Harper?

Hi, this is Miss Story.

I'm Mr. Smith.

You can call me Smith.

You're tired.

Come in the house.

Rest. Mama, what are we going to feed
them? These are God's people.

Let's feed them.

Mama.

Who do they think we are?

Bible salesmen.

He doesn't make it easy, does he?

All I wanted was to go to Paris, smoke
cigarettes, and save the world. Well,

you have the Holy Bible and three days
to turn your life around.

I'll only need one. Tonight I leave.

This time I'll make sure Paul is with
me. No, you can't do that.

Oh?

Why ever not?

Because you're supposed to rediscover
the love of your family, find the heart

you left behind. That's Paul.

That's exactly what I intend to do, come
hell or high water. Please don't say

that.

Where I come from, I'm just fighting
words.

Mmm, something smells good.

I hope you like beans.

That's all there is.

It's the last of them right there
simmering on the stove.

Mama.

Marking the day until Daddy comes home.

Where is he?

Oh, the Indians, Eskimos.

Daddy was a muscular Christian.

Missionary builds hospitals, houses,
that sort of thing.

My son, Paul.

These are the folks I was telling you
about, Paul.

I put your bag in the front room, ma
'am.

Oh, thank you.

Don't go.

I just thought I'd like to look around
the old place.

Show me?

Well, I'd love to.

Oh.

Hey, Mr.

Man.

You married?

Marley Ann.

No, as a matter of fact, I'm not.

Can I help with anything?

Well, I could use some milk for the
cornbread. No problem. Which way is the

store?

You scared?

No.

No, of course not.

Can you do it?

Of course.

If I had a few pointers.

The pointers are right there.

You grab ahold of two and yank.

That'll do it.

How am I going to marry you when you
can't even milk a cow?

I haven't seen Queen Anne's

lace in years.

How did God think of a flower?

Couldn't have thought of that, I don't
think.

About a million years.

About how long it took that flower to
evolve.

Paris was quicker.

You sound like Ruthie.

Who's that?

Trouble.

You picked those for me?

They're the sweetest things I've ever
seen.

Aren't these what grow on the side of
the road?

Richard, stop.

You're in love with her.

No, that would be silly.

She was born to marry Richard Michelson.

What? Too young to drink?

Too smart.

Oh, good Lord, son.

What have you got on your feet?

They look like women's shoes.

What's it to you? Nothing.

Just strikes me.

Some men are off fighting wars,
protecting their women.

While others stay at home and wear their
shoes.

Well, that's one way to shut him up.

Farm work is hard.

I can

take the work, and I can take the
hunger.

But I can't take what I saw in that
girl's eyes today.

You are never going to have a chance
with a girl like Patricia.

Not until you get out in this world and
make something of yourself.

I am leaving.

Tonight.

Come with me.

Take these out and bury them under the
biggest tree.

Promise me you will.

You must think I'm crazy.

I think you're lonely.

But who wouldn't be with your husband
leaving you alone for so long?

My husband's an amazing man, Miss Story.

He's been called to use his gifts.

He can build anything.

So he...

Helps people who don't have homes to
have them.

I admire him more than anyone I know.

Surely you resent being left here alone
so long to fend for yourself and your

children. I'm never alone.

Besides, Luke and I have ways to be
together even when we're apart.

I've been praying so hard since you
came, praying him home.

I had no idea that such romance lived in
these spare

four walls.

Forgive me, I'm a writer.

I speak my mind before I know what's
going to come out.

You just like my Ruthie.

Never knew her at all.

You're still dying. Oh, no. I'm leaving
tonight.

Paul's going with me.

See, we didn't fight this time. See?

Everything's different. Just by being
here, everything's changed.

It's so simple. Something like picking a
flower at the right moment.

You can change the world.

It's time.

We gotta hurry to catch the morning
train.

Don't need it. Can't afford it. Can't
afford not to have it.

Bless their journey, Mr. Smith.

I don't think they're going to make it
very far.

What?

Who's coming?

Nobody's coming.

They're leaving.

That is home.

You caught him last night, but... Ruth's
gonna leave, and the world's so big,

and... What if she doesn't find her way
back?

Mama, how's she gonna get lost when
she's got God and you to guide her home?

Hmm?

Hmm.

Is that all it takes, just a worn -out
old pair of boots?

I don't want to go sneaking off like a
thief in the night.

It doesn't feel right at all. You just
want to go on being his slave until he

leaves again, and he will.

I want to go.

Just not the same place or the same way
you do.

You're going to end up the same way he
is.

Don't you know that?

Dirt poor, nothing to show for it.

Do you think that a girl like
Patricia...

Is he ever going to look twice at a dirt
farmer who can't even afford a pair of

shoes?

No.

But he'd rather be poor than mean
-spirited.

I'm leaving.

And I'm not looking back.

I am never coming back. You hear me,
Paul Harper?

Hey!

You trying to kill me?

I wasn't, but I might now.

Oh.

Daddy, look.

It has lines you can write on. That's
how you can write your family tree.

the history of your family.

Imagine that.

Imagine?

How much?

Three dollars?

Normally.

Dollar ten.

If you throw in a fish supper and an
overnight along with it.

You drive a hard bargain.

Look what I caught sweeping it off in
the barn.

That'd be Thomas.

He helps me build houses on the
reservation.

Another mouth to feed.

Well, actually, Thomas caught these very
early this morning.

That's what he was sleeping off.

Well... Well, then you could tell a
body...

She's

like you said.

Strong.

Daddy says you couldn't curl my hair if
you used barn wood and barbed wire.

We'll manage.

You'll see.

Mama says you're a writer.

I want you to read my writing and tell
me what you think.

She never lets no one look at them
papers. Not that I'm knocking them right

the side of the head.

Tell the truth.

I will.

Could you... Could you do something with
my hair, maybe?

Later on, after Marley.

Where's Paul?

I haven't seen him for hours.

And will wonders never cease.

Will you marry me?

I can't, Marley.

Mr. Smith?

I believe you just broke my daughter's
heart.

I think you better go mend it.

Yes, sir.

Sit down, Ruth.

You're wearing a hole in the ground.
What are you waiting on, girl?

Salvation.

A soldier's walking up to the house.

Who's come home that we know?

Daddy.

Daddy.

Who is that?

Oh, in the army.

No.

No, he can't.

Marley, answer me! Answer me, girl!

Mr. Smith, don't touch Doc Wheeler. Just
ask anybody on the road. They'll know.

Marley! Marley, you've got to get us out
of here!

I'll go 30 miles away. We've got no
truck.

That's because we're poor!

Now your daughter's going to die!

Hush! Hush! What are you going to do,
Thomas?

I'm going to cut her, get the poison
out, and put this poultice on her. What

it? What is it? What difference does it
make? She's going to die if we don't do

something. Trust me.

Did your people teach you this?

And bless your people.

Even the tree frogs are quiet.

Like they know one of their wild hearts
is still.

for their own...

I

thought I was the wild heart.

It was always you, wasn't it, Martin?

My life for her.

It doesn't work that way, Ruth.

If it did, I'd do it.

What kind of angel are you?

I'm not an angel.

I'm just another lost soul looking for
my way back home, just like you.

I found my way.

back home without a wife's death.

With the truth.

I

didn't

even put her birth date in here.

I won't put her death date.

I won't have my child's name written in
this book No mother should ever have to

write that in the book

Hope you heard that.

So you joined up.

The war's almost over. You managed to
make it through with body and soul

and now you join up.

Don't worry, Ruthie.

I'll come back, I promise.

And when I do, I'll know a trade.

I'll have money. I'll be able to help
out around here.

You think I care what happens here? I
don't.

I'm not going to be here when you get
back.

Why do you have to be so fierce?

Why can't you be brave enough to say
what you really feel?

It's funny.

A few hours ago, all I cared about was
what you thought of my writing and what

time the next train was out of here.

And now... And now?

Now I don't really care.

Well, it's good.

Because the writing is not good.

Whoa.

Way to kick a dog when it's down.

I don't have a lot of time.

All I can give you is the truth.

But your writing is false.

It's a fantasy. It's about people you
don't know.

in places you've never been. Well,
that's why I want to get away from here,

get to the places I write about. To
travel the world over.

Writing is about what you feel. It's not
about what you see.

Look around you. You see poverty.

Yet there's a richness of spirit here
that boggles my mind.

Everything you've ever loved is right
here, and you're blind to it.

Until you open your heart, you'll carry
that poverty of spirit everywhere you

go. You'll put it into everything you
write.

That's because you created it.

You can't live a lie, girl, and expect
to write the truth.

But all I know about is this farm and
this family.

What do I write about?

Start with your name.

Harper

Longfeather.

What kind of name is that?

You back, Ruthie?

I am.

I am.

What about Marley?

Mama, will you get in here?

I've got a wild bunch of Indians
wrecking the place.

Look at your family history. You've got
it right in front of you.

I married... Thomas?

Yeah.

I married Thomas.

Will you stop... Talk unto yourself,
Ruthie. We've got everybody in there

waiting to see Grace.

But what about Paul?

I want Paul to be included.

Paul?

Paul?

Not everybody wants to eat

Thanksgiving dinner in a graveyard,
Ruthie. It's unique.

It's macabre.

Don't make me sorry Father saved you.

Everyone you love is right here.

They're all around you.

Well, Paul didn't come home from the
war, but he helped free civilians from

prisoner of war camps.

And he did make it to Paris before you.

I still miss him.

You still have his letters.

You wrote about him in your second
bestseller.

I have a bestseller?

More than one?

Huh? Are you losing it?

We've lost town, Ruth.

The first one was called Wild Indians
Couldn't Drag Me Away.

Oh.

Oh.

I stayed on the farm.

I married... Thomas.

Oh!

I... I took care of my parents.

I raised our kids.

I've had a gorgeous life.

You still do.

Thanks to you.

I'll write my next book about you.

You can't.

You won't remember me.

Or the last three days.

But I will always remember you.

Goodbye, Miss Ruth Harper Longfeather.

Well,

I'm writing a new book. Really?

have as a title what is it and it better
not be any more of that indian stuff

it's native american now you'll get in
trouble it's not critically correct well

it's called i'm no angel what's it about
i have no idea but the leading

man is glorious his name is smith can a
body get a bite to eat around here

Grace.

If it was only up to you to change.