All language subtitles for Little Men s01e08 Bluffing

Hey, Ida, come on.

Do all your work.

You know, let's break it up.

Matt! No idea.

Left it on the table. Open.

Right there.

Hey!

Emily, your story was very vivid this
time.

Cannonball smashed into the ship,
splintering the hull.

Now, sea battle.

What a surprise.

Perhaps this can be your last tale of
the rough journey west.

Tommy, I enjoyed these four sentences
immensely, but your story was over

it began.

I'd like to leave you wanting more. I
do.

A full page by tomorrow.

See?

How did they catch my spelling twice?

Your spelling was all correct, Nan. That
wasn't the problem.

I've tried to teach you proper grammar
is important, but these are creative

writing assignments.

If you wish to write a story about
dissecting worms... You wrote a story on

worms? Dissecting worms.

You've given me a very scientific step
-by -step account.

But I want your story to show me how you
feel about dissecting worms.

Listen.

This story has a few spelling errors.
There's some punctuation problems.

But the author manages to create a mood.

He uses words that paint pictures in
your head.

The jungle air was sweltering hot, yet
the boy stood frozen, chilled by the

and ratby growl.

Hey, that's your tiger story, Nat.

Slowly the boy turned.

Two yellow eyes peered at him from the
brush.

Do you see how we're right there with
the tiger?

So when you're reading my story, you
want to be right there dissecting worms?

Exactly.

Huffling.

They're just beautiful.

Aren't they? Beth chose them herself.

She insisted on paying for them. Saved
up weeks and weeks of her allowance.

Well, then that really is a special
birthday gift.

Yes, it is.

Oh, Aunt Jo, Father's taking me to see a
recital in Boston.

Just the two of us.

Well, I needed some place to show off my
cufflinks.

The Cheshire String Quartet's giving a
series of recitals.

And they're playing Mozart, who happens
to be our favorite.

Well, go one evening this week.

As long as you complete your
assignments.

All right, I'll get to it just before...
Well, it sounds like you had a

really nice birthday.

It was just marvelous, Jo.

The ballet we attended... Oh, Giselle.

Third row center. The lead dancer.

She performed... Good news.

I took a look at that back fireplace you
couldn't use.

You didn't lower yourself down the
chimney, did you?

No, I didn't have to.

All I needed was a new latch to hold
open the flue.

Oh, wonderful.

You're so lucky, Joe, always having
someone so handy about.

Amy, I do pay Nick to do the repairs
around the school. In fact, that reminds

me... I'll leave at that time.

Thank you.

Excuse me, folks, for interrupting. Oh,
it's quite all right.

So, I'm sorry, Laurie, you were saying
about the ballet? It's not important.

Oh, well, then maybe after dinner.
Really, Joe, it's nothing.

Nick, why don't you join us?

If that's all right.

Oh, of course.

They gave me someone to talk to.

Once these two sisters get started, I
can barely get a word in. Laurie.

I'd like to, but I'm afraid I've got
plans.

Well, maybe next time then. Sure.

Plans? I suppose you can't expect a man
like that to sit around talking in the

parlor with us all night.

I can do math pretty fine.

You can give me any science experiment.

Writing would just go blank.

That's because you're letting your
imagination get all blocked up.

Well, how do I unblock it?

Well, you know what I do?

As soon as I think of an idea, I'll
write it down on paper.

Try not to worry if it's any good.

Your stories are always good.

Not true. I have a whole box of terrible
stories under my bed.

What are you keeping them for?

One day I'll help you rewrite them. You
know, make them better.

I should let you get back to your work.

You're up early.

Yeah, getting a head start on my short.

Morning. Good morning.

You're just getting home now?

Yeah, I must have lost track of time.

Where you been?

Damn.

Nick dies when he's not working. It's
his own business.

Sorry. That's all right, Dan.

I better get to work.

Come on.

All right, everyone, settle down.

I started reading your new stories at
recess, and I must say, there was one

made quite an impression.

So what'd you write about this time,
Nat?

Nat's written a fine story, but the
author I'm speaking of is Nan.

Nan? What?

You've made quite a breakthrough.

Your writing is suddenly filled with
color and vitality. I can't believe it.

wasn't my thing. Nonsense.

It's a wonderful tale of... Those.

I mean, please don't read it out to the
class, Franz.

It's private.

It really is very good.

Oh, come on, Nan. You finally wrote
something decent.

Please, Franz.

I'll respect your wishes, of course.

You can do it, Nan.

Thanks again for doing it, Jill.

Oh, well, I can't take credit for it,
but I'll tell Amy you said so.

Well, then, thanks for your company.

I wish Nick could have been there.

I don't know how he's working today,
after being out the whole night.

The whole night?

Mm -hmm. He came home this morning and
went straight to work.

What do you think he was doing?

I don't know. It's none of my business,
Laurie.

Well...

Nick's a sensible fella. I'm sure he's
not in any trouble.

I don't imagine.

And again, perhaps I should keep an eye
out for him. I mean, he might be in some

sort of situation any time.

Laurie, he's a grown man.

I know, but still, certain behavior
could reflect that in the school.

I suppose.

I'll look out that window.

It's really not necessary.

Please, Joe, I insist.

the most wonderful news.

I just came from town where I saw Mr.
Abbott. He's the editor of the Concord

Chronicle.

He's planning to do a special edition to
commemorate the history of Concord.

Sounds great, Mrs. Cho. You haven't
heard the important part.

He's accepting stories about Concord
from students at all the local schools.

The best one from each school will be
printed in the special edition.

Printed? Mm -hmm. In the paper?

I bet he picks the one you write, Matt.

Maybe, but everyone's got a chance.

That's right.

In fact, just today, Franz introduced me
to a fine new writing talent.

A young lady.

Me?

That's right.

I read your story, Nan.

I read it, too.

It was so exciting.

That part when the White Stallion broke
through the gate. And then he charged

through the thunderstorm.

And when he jumped the ravine. He just
knew he was going to find his owner on

the other side. And sure enough, there
he was, trapped with a broken leg,

to the skin.

You had me on the edge of my seat, man.

Sounds like a good story, Ned.

You stole my story?

Please don't tell.

And you went through my thing.

I was desperate.

I was getting really late, and I
couldn't think of anything to write.

You had that whole box full of stories.

So you took one, and you cheated?

I'm not terrible about it, Ned. Please.

I'll go tell friends to miss this job
right now.

It's going to be really hard and
embarrassing.

I'll be in big trouble.

If that's what you want me to do, then
fine.

Just don't do it again, okay?

Hello there.

Hey, Laurie.

What brings you to town?

Running around some pump field?

Ah, work's done for the day.

I'm here in my own town.

Hey, Nick, tell me, what does a town
like Concord offer a single young

nowadays?

After all, it's not the most lively
place.

Not much to offer in the way of
entertainment.

Depends on where you go.

Really?

Where do you go?

I mean...

Forgive me. I've been married for some
time. I couldn't help wondering.

It ain't all that exciting.

I play poker at the tavern.

Poker?

You must have been pitching something a
little more... Oh, no, no, not at all.

Poker sounds real interesting.

Do you win much?

Well, I mean, uh... I do all right.

I see. I mean, I like to win.

I go more for the company. You know, a
bunch of fellas sitting around, having a

few laughs and beer.

Listen, Laurie, I gotta go.

I'll see you around.

Yeah, sir.

Have a good night, Nick.

Hello, Nick.

How you doing?

Read them and weep, John.

It pains me to do this to you boys.

Yeah, you're hating every minute of it.

You know me, Riley.

You know I like more of a challenge.

Mr. Lawrence.

Laurie.

Everything all right?

Certainly. Everything's fine.

I just stopped by to... Pull up a chair.

No, thank you. I'm not here to play.

I mean, I'm not too experienced.

I was wondering, perhaps I could watch.

Watch?

If you gentlemen don't mind. Hell no,
you can watch all you like, Mr.

Well, thank you.

But please, everyone, call me Laurie.

Theodore. Teddy, Ted.

Whatever suits you. As long as you sit
down soon, the deck's getting cold.

Here, Laurie, you can sit by me.

The game, gentlemen, is five cards stud.

We need some better cards this time.

Working on your story about Concord?

For the contest in the Chronicle.

Oh. No, I'm studying a bug.

A bug?

Don't worry, it's dead.

Ma 'am.

I want to let you know how delighted I
am about the progress in your writing.

It's really very exciting.

And just the beginning.

Now all you have to do is apply
yourself.

And the possibilities will be endless.

And I know Mrs. Joe.

That might be the only good story in me.

Don't be silly.

I think the next one will be even
better, and I can't wait to read it.

Come on, brother. What do you got?

Barely.

You won.

Yep.

Coach Riley wasn't bluffing.

I'll see you boys tomorrow.

Poor fella.

Hasn't won a game all week.

Got an empty face at the table.

You don't have to play if you don't want
to, Laurie. Of course you don't have

to.

But you've been watching us experts,
Laurie.

You can see it don't take much to play.

Buy a few chips and we can get started.

There's lots of room to play.

Well, I suppose there'd be no harm in a
hand or two.

There you go.

Got some money?

Let's play some cards.

Net.

Yeah. Have you done your story yet?

I was just getting started.

I've been working on mine for hours.

I can't think of anything to write.

Well, can you help me out a little bit?
You know, get me going in the right

direction?

I don't know. I should be studying my
own.

All right.

Um, so what do you got?

Well, that's one idea.

Well, it's got to be about Concord,
right?

So, what do you like about it?

Something special about the folks here?

Some place you like to go to? Or
something special in Concord's history?

History. Yeah, you know, something
famous.

Like, um... Like the Minutemen fighting
the British in the Revolutionary War.

Yeah, the war.

The war's good. I can write about the
battle.

Bang! The red coat fell, blood gushing
from the carotid artery.

Yeah, that's a start.

But, um, try to imagine what it'd be
like if you were actually there.

Then explain it in a way that folks
won't expect.

What do you mean?

Um, like, I don't know.

But let's say you're a squirrel or
something.

And you were just minding your own
business, eating nuts.

When in storms these British soldiers
and the Minutemen come to meet him.

Yeah. And there you are, a squirrel
caught in the middle of it. A squirrel?

Yeah, sure.

I don't want to be a squirrel, Matt.

Okay, then what do you want to be?

Um, something better, like a... Like a
bog.

Or, um... Or a bird.

Yeah, a bird.

That's even better, because then you can
start off on the ground and fly up in

the sky and see the whole battle from
all over.

Yeah, I like this.

So you could be nibbling seeds in the
town square.

Wait.

All right, go on. Okay. Good.

Joe!

I finished mending that fence today.

Oh, yeah, I noticed.

Thank you.

All right, see you then.

Yeah, we'll see you.

Oh, wait a minute. Read that one back to
me.

As the men of Concord. The valiant men
of Concord.

As the valiant men of Concord stood,
smoke still blowing.

Swirling.

Swirling.

From their muskets, the bird spread its
wings and soared skyward, proud,

triumphant, free.

How can a bird be proud and triumphant?

It didn't do anything. It just fought.

Well, the bird's a symbol, Nan.

A symbol?

Look, Nan, it's getting really late.

And I haven't even started my own story
yet.

Sorry.

Nimble.

I said, turn this boat around, Captain.

My wife's pearls have been stolen.

You must alert the authorities in
Mallorca.

He just stared coldly while I threatened
him until finally he spoke.

No comprendo ingles.

Hey.

Riley, where you been?

Hello, Nick.

Laurie.

Thought you had your fill of this last
night.

I just stopped by for a few hands.

Just went himself a big pot.

After I lost the other two, finally got
lucky.

Lucky?

No, sir. Luck had nothing to do with it.

I was watching you, Laurie.

You knew Simon was bluffing.

You hung right in there with him when
the rest of us folded.

Well, I did get a sense.

The look on Simon's face when you put
down your straight.

You just gonna stand there, Riley?

Uh, Nick, excuse me, I'm in your chair.

Ah, that's all right.

Who's deal?

Mine. Uh -oh.

Go.

Make him good, Simon. Always.

What did he say?

He hasn't finished reading.

But he promised he'd come right out and
tell us once he's made his decision.

There's no contest anyway.

We all know that Nat's story's gonna
win.

I don't know. I'm not sure about this
one.

Your work did seem less polished, Nat. I
know. I needed more time to go through

it.

Well, I think all of your stories were
just marvelous.

Hello, everyone.

Father! Oh, hello.

Joe, how are you, sweetheart?

When are we going to Boston?

For the recital?

Oh, yes, of course.

Can we go tonight?

Tonight?

I'm afraid I can't tonight. I've
suddenly gotten so busy.

Oh, yes. Amy told me that you've been
working late a few nights. Yes, you know

how things can pile up.

We can go tomorrow, Beth.

Have Sir Andrew bring us down again.

I'd be glad to.

And you and I can ride into Boston
together.

Do you promise?

I promise.

Good.

Laurie, can I speak to you?

I, um... I'm just wondering, have you
happened to see Nick in town?

Oh, yes, I should have told you.

He's simply enjoying some time with his
friends at the tavern.

At the tavern.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about it.

But, Lorraine, Nick can be so impulsive.
I mean, he's not responsible like you

are.

May I have your attention, everyone?

Let me commend all your students, Mrs.
Baird. I enjoyed every story. But one of

them was so inventive, so stirring.

It's called Freedom Takes Flight in
Concord.

Written by Miss Anthea Harding.

I won?

Man!

I'm so proud of you.

Such an accomplished young writer.

Perhaps you can come into town again.
I'd like to arrange some time for an

interview.

You want to interview me?

I'm out. Me too.

I'll see you around.

Two pair.

Three queens.

Riley, you're to blame for introducing
this guy.

Yeah, well, we should call it a night,
huh? What are you talking about?

It's early.

I want a chance to win my money back.

Another time, Burke.

Maybe we ought to get going.

Well, if he wants to continue losing
gentlemen, who are we to stop him?

Well, you listen to him.

All right, mister, shuffle those cards.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Lori, you should go home.

I don't want to go home. I'm having a
good time.

Of course you are. You're winning.

For now.

Burke and that other fella, they've been
holding back, waiting.

But once they start playing for real...
For real, that's real money on the

table, Nick. Lori.

I know how this works.

They draw you in all friendly -like.

Then as soon as you get comfortable,
maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, they pull

out all the stops and you end up losing
your shirt.

I didn't realize you'd have such a
problem with my playing here. I don't

problem. I just don't want to see you
get taken. Yeah, well, I appreciate

but I can handle myself.

I'm not playing. Perhaps you should
concentrate on your own game.

Couldn't help noticing you haven't went
around all night.

Hey, fellas.

Are you in?

I'm in.

I'm in too.

Hey, Joan.

Can I have a moment?

Of course.

Something's been on my mind and I
haven't mentioned it because I'm not

Here.

This is a story that Nan wrote a month
ago entitled Intestines.

Food goes into your stomach, where it
gets all churned up and attacked by

Then gets pushed into this long tube
called intestines.

Now this is Freedom Takes Flight in
Concord, her story from the Chronicle.

As the valiant men of Concord stood,
smoke still swirling from their muskets,

the birds spread its wings and soared
skyward, proud, triumphant.

It's a big improvement.

And I'm always pleased when students
make big strides.

And Anne's made big strides.

Too big.

You don't think she's done enough work?

I'll speak to her.

Thank you, Franz.

The Cheshire String Quartet.

And they're playing Mozart.

I just love Mozart, Nan.

Don't you?

Yeah, he's all right.

All right?

He's only the most brilliant composer in
the world.

And he's our favorite.

Father's and mine.

Oh, my goodness, Beth.

Don't you look lovely?

Thank you, Aunt Jo.

Father's always liked this color on me.

Beth, would you mind waiting for me
downstairs?

I'd like to speak to Nan before we head
into town.

Sure.

Bye, Nan.

Have fun.

You want a picture, Mrs. Joe?

Yeah.

You know, I just finished reading your
story again.

Very carefully this time.

I couldn't help but notice your choice
of words, your vocabulary, the imagery.

It was really quite sophisticated.

You know, I... You know, like the bird,
for instance.

What a beautiful metaphor.

Metaphor?

You know, symbol.

Oh, right.

I use the bird as a symbol.

Mm -hmm.

I just don't know how you thought of
such things.

Oh, I guess the stuff kind of came to
me.

She cheated, all right.

She confessed?

No, I can just tell.

Did you accuse her?

No. I want her conscience to do the
trick.

I don't know, Andrew. I mean, this
story's going to be published in the

newspaper.

Mr. Abbott is going to interview her.
With all the attention she's getting, I

don't think Nan's conscience is going to
rise to the occasion.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe she needs a little push.

Nan.

I'm just going to darken my chores.

Oh, good.

Listen.

Franz and I were just thinking.

Maybe we should invite Mr. Abbott to
come here, to Plumfield.

That way he could conduct the interview
in front of the classroom instead of at

his office.

Why would we want to do that?

Why? Well, because then we could see
journalism in progress.

And Nan, this is a very big deal. It's
not every day that one of our students

interviewed.

Right, Franz?

Yeah, it'll be quite an event.

There you'll be, sitting in front of
everyone, answering his questions about

and how you wrote your story.

Everyone will be watching and listening.
It'll be very exciting.

Great idea, Mrs. Joe. Let's invite him.

I'll speak to him when I'm in town.
Great.

Raise. I'll see you raise.

Raise you do more.

Too rich for my blood.

You had a pretty good run today, Lauren.

Why don't you quit while you're ahead?

All right, then, gentlemen.

A pair of aces.

Not my day.

Didn't think I was holding those two
aces, did you?

No, I didn't.

That's it for me.

Leaving already?

I don't want to quit.

Come on, Simon.

See you around, Simon.

Simon? Well,

I should be leaving as well.

Not you. Who? I'm afraid I've made other
plans.

Don't leave me with these amateurs.

Laurie, you gotta go. You're not like
Simon Laurie.

You play smart like me.

You know how to paint yourself.

Well, I suppose I could squeeze in a few
more rounds.

All right, gentlemen, ante up.

Then I know you helped me out.

Come on, just listen to me.

I know you made a few suggestions.

Suggestions? That was my story.

I was already writing about Concord.
Come on, now. Everyone was writing about

Concord. That story you handed in?

That was mine. My idea.

No, your idea was to make me be a
squirrel.

I came up with the bird. Big deal.

It is a big deal, and that's why you're
so mad.

What? You're just jealous.

So we go, what a wonderful story Nat
wrote. Isn't he talented?

Well, finally, I wrote something good
for a change, and you just can't stand

Is that what you really think?

Then you're fooling yourself about that
one, too.

Father, what are you doing here?

Don't worry, I'm not coming along.

I only came to see you off.

Beth is so excited, Amy.

Father Eddie? He must have stepped out.

He's not here?

I'm sure he'll be back any minute.

Where he is?

Are you looking for Laurie, Mrs.
Lawrence?

Well, he's at the tavern.

The tavern?

My husband? Well, I just left him there.

Good day, ladies.

That's just you and me now, Larry.

What's it going to be?

Match array.

Raise it four more.

I just cleaned you out.

The array.

Raise two more.

You can't do that.

We didn't say any limits.

I don't have it.

Wait, wait.

I'll write you and I owe you.

Don't believe in him.

But there must be something.

Suppose those will do.

A couple?

Don't.

I'll win them right back.

Full house.

What do you know?

Not so fast.

I got one, too.

My lucky ladies beat your jacks.

All right, Burke, fun's over.

Let's go. No, no, I'll win them back.
Laurie.

Here, I've got my watch. That's enough.
Just one more game.

It's over, Laurie. Don't!

Beth?

Beth! Wait, sweetheart. Please, I want
to talk to you. Let go of me.

I never want to see you again.

Sorry.

You gotta go talk to him.

I can't.

Just explain.

How do I explain gambling away my
daughter's gift?

It seems pretty clear to me.

You want to sit around, play some cards,
have a few laughs with the fellas.

You let things get away from you.

Yeah.

I want to be one of the guys.

Laurie, playing cards at the tavern,
that might not be the right thing.

You know what?

Going to the ballet is not the right
thing for me.

And either way, it makes you or me any
more or less of a man.

They make it sound so simple.

They won't understand.

They will.

They love you, bud.

I never meant that much to anybody.

But if I did, I know there'd be nothing
that we couldn't get over.

I spoke to Burke.

He's willing to sell you back your
cufflinks.

He is?

You know him.

He'll probably charge you four times
what Bess paid for him. I don't care.

I want them back.

Thanks, Nick.

How could he do this?

How could he lie to me, Joe?

Telling me he's been out working when
he's been out gambling. Amy.

It's just so unlike him.

I know.

Maybe Laurie was drawn into it.

Listen, Amy.

When Nick started spending so many
evenings in town, I encouraged Laurie to

after him.

Maybe it was Nick. No, Joe.

Neither you nor Nick are responsible.

It was my choice to join that game.

In fact, Nick made every effort to keep
me out of trouble.

If it weren't for him, I'd have made an
even bigger fool of myself and lost a

great deal more money. Don't be so hard
on yourself.

I can't be hard enough.

Amy, I'm sorry.

I've behaved very poorly and shown a
remarkable lack of judgment and

I want to do whatever I can to make
things right again.

I hope you can forgive me.

I'm not the one you should be asking for
forgiveness.

Sweetheart, I know I've hurt you
terribly.

I'd do anything to take back what I've
done.

Betting on cards, losing your gift.

It's not just the cufflinks.

It's you.

I never thought you could do something
like that.

I made a foolish and thoughtless
mistake.

But I promise to try my best never to
disappoint you like that again.

You don't need to answer me now.

But there's another recital tomorrow
and... I hope you'll do me the honor and

let me escort you.

I love you more than anything in the
world.

Imagine a whole story in the newspaper
just about you. I never knew anyone

famous before.

You know, you're gonna write a lot of
great stories.

Probably have folks threatening about
you all the time.

Might be my only chance.

I, uh, thought you'd like to see this.

It's a test sheet I printed of your
story.

That's how it will appear in the
Chronicle tomorrow.

You see your name there?

Yes, thank you.

Then... I think I was most taken with
your use of the bird in the story.

First, the way it allowed you to
describe the battle from several

perspectives.

From different points of view.

You mean how it looks from all over?

Yes.

And then by the end, of course, you used
the bird as a symbol.

Yes, I did. Could you talk a little bit
about that?

Tell me, what did you want the bird to
represent?

Oh. You know, the way it flies with its
wings and everything.

Up and down in the sky.

It was kind of, um... It was sort of...
It was, um...

Um... You remember, Nan.

He told me when the bird spread its
wings and flew up in the sky, it felt so

free and powerful, like nothing could
stop it.

The future was wide open to him.

Just like those Minutemen felt when they
were fighting for an independent

country.

That's what I meant.

Exactly.

I see.

Matt.

Why did he help you like that?

Because you're my friend.

I'll stop.

Sure.

Oh, Lori.

Adele. It's nice to see you.

I've come to take best of the recital.

I know.

But I'm afraid she hasn't left her room
all day.

I'm ready.

Are you sure?

Yes. After all, they're playing Mozart.

And he is our favorite father.

Yes.

Yes, indeed he is.

Shall we?

Your coffee. Thanks.

I couldn't bear losing such a precious
gift.

Have a wonderful time.

Bye -bye.

I'm sorry, Nick.

For what?

For asking Laurie to look after you.

I can look after myself.

I know.

But we care about you here.

Very important to this school.

Not my story, Mrs. Joe.

Ned wrote it. He helped me when I
couldn't.

Well, I'm glad you're finally telling
me. I know I should have told you

but you're caught up in all the fuss and
you're being so proud of me.

Dan, as long as you're trying your best,
I'm always proud of you.

And you should be proud of yourself.

Do you understand?

The newspaper.

The story's already being printed.

Maybe we can still make it.

Good morning, Mrs. Joe.

Good morning, Nat.

I just picked up a couple of copies of
the special edition.

You might like to see it. It's on page
three. Oh, sure, I guess.

Great story.

Did you write it yourself?

Well, actually, a friend gave me a few
suggestions.

Really?

Yeah. The bird? That was her idea.

My favorite part. Really.

Can I raise you?