All language subtitles for Little Men s01e12 Father Figure

Night, Matt.

I can't believe it's already time for
the Winter Festival.

Still thawing out from last year.

What's the Winter Festival?

Oh, it's a big party that the town puts
on every year to celebrate the joys of

winter. It's a diversion to keep
people's minds off how cold they are.

Don't listen to him. It's fun.

There's food and games and... And
sledding. And snowball fights.

And at the end of the festival, there's
hot cider and an evening sleigh ride.

What's the father and son cross -country
ski challenge?

It's a race.

Fathers team up with their sons and race
around town.

Sounds like fun.

It is.

Especially when you've won three years
in a row.

It's a new year, Cade.

Maybe your streak will come to an end.

Sure, Mel. You said that last year, and
what happened?

End up face down in a snowbank.

Here you go, boys.

Who's that?

It's Kate Mulroney. It's the Peter Skill
Academy.

A bunch of spoiled rich kids. They think
they're better than us.

Yeah, just so rich and smart.

Beat us at everything.

Now, boys, this race is not about
winning.

It's about having fun and being with
your loved ones.

If you happen to beat the boys at Peter
Skill in the meantime, that's just icing

on the cake.

Shocked you in the race.

It's only for father and sons, right?

Well, I could be your father, Dan.

Really?

Is that legal?

Oh, sure it is.

I mean, Laurie is your sponsor at
Plumfield. I don't see why he can't be

father for the day.

That's great.

Thanks.

Nick?

Do you think you could be my father in
the Father -Son race?

Father -Son race?

Yeah, it's a cross -country ski race at
the Winter Festival.

Sure.

Thanks, Nick.

I mean, with you and me on a team,
there's no way we could lose.

Except me and Lori.

Or me and my dad.

All right, boys, that's enough bragging.
Head inside and start unpacking.

That's nice of you.

Yeah.

Don't want to let him down is all. Don't
worry about that.

It's just for fun. You don't have to win
the race.

I'm sure we won't.

I've never put on a pair of skis in my
life.

I'd be lucky if I'm even standing at the
end of it.

We'll have to do something about that
then, won't we?

Not a word of this to the kids.

Don't worry. It'll be our little secret.

You ready?

Well, that better be.

All right.

Now you push off with your right foot.

And at the same time, you take your left
hand and push off with the left pole.

So it's opposite.

Okay? And then you do the same thing
with the opposite side. Ready?

Right foot, left pole.

There you go.

That's it.

There you go.

Good! Good! You got it! Oh!

Okay, um, everybody falls when they're
just beginning.

There's some people who even fall when
they're not beginning. Here, okay.

Ready? One, two, three, up.

Sorry.

Sorry.

You know, put me on a ship in 40 -foot
waves, I can walk a straight line.

And skis.

That's something I ain't been around
much.

If you can get your balance at sea, I'm
sure you can master this.

All right.

Come on.

Up.

It just might take some time.

The race is in two weeks.

No problem.

Hey, I think I'm turning into hay.

The trick is not to go too fast on the

final turn in town.

It's really I

You keep it here. I gotta go in and pick
up that material Mr. Joe ordered for

the quilting contest.

Okay.

Boys get to race and girls get to enter
the mother -daughter quilting contest.

What are you so mad about? I mean, Miss
Joe said she'd enter with you.

I don't want to make a quilt, Matt.

I want to race like you.

Just be glad you're not.

It'll save you the embarrassment of
losing to me.

You're entering the race?

That's right.

Why bother? She'd have a better chance
of winning than you.

Well, anyone would have a better chance
of winning than you.

Well, how do you know I've won this race
for the past three years?

That's just because I wasn't in it.

Well, you won't be in it this year
either, seeing that girls aren't

If I were you, I'd steer clear of the
race as well.

I'm not good at avoiding little kids
when they fall.

I wouldn't want to see anyone get hurt.

Hey!

I'm not gonna fall.

I don't know.

You can get pretty rough out there.

Think you're tough enough?

Huh?

Come on.

Show me how tough you are.

Come on.

Leave him alone.

Enjoy making your quilt.

Both of you.

Well,

I'll make a really big quilt so I can
bury you in it.

What is wrong with you?

What? You're just going to let him push
you around like that?

Here you go, Nan.

Go make him a nice quilt.

Oh, yeah.

Lovely.

You all right, Nan?

Yeah, sure.

You ain't said a word since we got back
from town.

Something on your mind?

Nick, did you always know how to fight
or did you have to learn?

Some of it I learned.

Most of it I just picked up along the
way.

Did you get in many fights when you were
a kid?

Some.

No more than most boys.

You see? Now that's my problem.

I've never been in a fight.

Never? No, never.

Back in Boston, Dan and Jasper used to
do the fighting for us. And when they

weren't around, I usually just stayed
out of trouble.

Well, nothing wrong with staying out of
trouble, then.

You're right.

But what about when someone tries to
pick a fight with you? They push you,

call your name. What do you do?

You fight back.

That's what you do. You stand up for
yourself, but I never do.

Guys like Cade start making fun of me,
and I don't do anything.

You know, it's bad enough when Dan
stands up for me.

But now I got Nan trying to stand up for
me, too.

How about I teach you how to fight?

Really? You'd do that?

But Miss Jo doesn't allow fighting at
Plumfield.

We won't be fighting.

I'll just be showing you how to defend
yourself.

Yeah, sure.

Still, probably better she don't find
out about it, all right?

Okay. It'll be our little secret.

All right.

Hello, Nan.

Hey, Franz.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

You know, when you first started to
teach at the school and...

Everybody thought you were too young and
inexperienced.

How did that make you feel?

Well, I was nervous at first. But you
wanted to teach, right?

Yeah. Well, of course you did. You
wanted to teach real bad, but people

let you.

Like there was some stupid rule saying
that you couldn't do it.

It made you mad because people didn't
want to give you the chance to show that

you could do it. What's this about, Nan?

Well...

I want you to be my father.

Excuse me? In the father -son skiing
race in the winter festival.

My father can't make it, and I was kind
of hoping that you'd take his place.

I don't think that's possible, Nan.

Of course it is.

Laurie's being Dan's father, and Nick
and Nat are pairing up. That's fine, but

it leaves you with one small problem.

You're not a boy.

Well, you can leave that one up to me.

Whenever you're ready, give it a shot.

He moved it, Nick.

Of course I did.

When you're fighting somebody, he ain't
gonna hold still for you either.

And you're winding up, tipping me when
you're gonna throw.

Punch fast.

Jab and recover.

Remember, the other guy's gonna be
punching right back at you. So keep your

guard up. Be ready for it.

Good.

Hey, and never...

Ever take your eyes off your opponent.

And if he takes his eyes off you, that's
when you deliver.

All right.

All right.

Give him another shot.

Now, see, you lost your balance.

Watch your stance.

Get your feet square under you.

Bend at the knees. The key to winning is
keeping your balance.

Exactly.

But remember, you don't actually have to
win the race.

It's having fun that's important.

Right.

Fun. Yeah, we're having lots of fun.

Lots. Good.

Nick.

It's three o 'clock.

Remember that thing I was helping you
with?

Oh, the thing.

Why don't you get going, finish up your
chores, and we'll talk later.

Sure, Nick. See you, Miss Jo.

Fine, then.

You know, I'm still real sore from
yesterday.

I know, but don't worry. Every day will
get easier.

Me.

This ain't gonna work.

Yes, it is.

No, it ain't.

Listen, this isn't gonna work unless you
approach it with the right attitude.

The reason you can't do it is because
you don't think you can.

Or maybe you don't want to.

What? Matt is so thrilled that you're
participating in this race with him.

Whether you finish first or last or fall
on your face at the starting line, it

doesn't matter to him.

You know that.

What you're doing for him is wonderful.

He'll be so proud to have you as his
father.

Father?

All right.

Try it again.

Again.

You're tipping me.

I know when you're going to punch.

Nick, I can't do it. Sure you can. No,
I'm not getting it. It's just a waste of

time.

The only reason you can't do it is
because you don't think you can.

The trick is believe in it.

Know when you can do it.

You get that confidence in you, the rest
is easy.

Now, come on. Try it again.

Again.

Again.

Again. Come on. Faster.

I did it.

I hit your hand.

Sure did.

Now do it again. Same way.

Push off with the opposite side. That's
it. That's perfect.

You can stop now.

Nat, take a break.

You're punching real good.

My hands are stinging.

Really? You mean I'm hitting you hard?

Real hard.

And your form's looking good, too.
You're keeping your weight balanced.

You keep this up, nobody's gonna want to
tangle with you.

That boy Cade's gonna be on the ground
before he knows what hit him.

You know, Nick, um...

I really appreciate you doing this for
me.

I didn't do much of anything.

You always had it inside of you. I just
helped you find it, is all.

Um, can I go again?

Sure.

I think I'm gonna need to get me some
pads for my hands. I'm starting to swell

up.

Nan, what are you doing?

You'll see.

I told you, it's a surprise.

I can hardly wait.

Is anybody coming? No, not yet anyway.

All right.

Almost ready.

You ready?

Yes.

All right, here I come.

Well, what do you think?

Where'd you get those pants?

Oh, well, they're not.

They're a little bit baggy, but I've got
the salt to hold them up.

Do you think I could pass for a boy?

Well, I'd have to say yes.

Well, then you better start practicing
your skiing, because we're going to win

this race.

Nan, I don't know.

I mean, I don't look old enough to be
your father.

I've already thought about that.

Here, put this on.

What is it?

A fake mustache.

Nan, if we get caught... If we get
caught, then we'll get disqualified.

We tried.

And besides, we're not going to get
caught.

Because neither me or you are going to
tell anybody.

Are we?

It'll be our little secret.

Course is clear.

I'm going to make a run for the flag.

All right. If they start firing, crawl
back as fast as you can.

We'll cover you. Right.

On three.

One, two, three.

He's making a run for it.

I got

you, Dan. You're out.

Nice to meet you.

Hey, shut up, Tommy.

Get her!

Nice one, Nat.

Oops, sorry.

Come on!

Let's go!

Get her!

Well, look who he's out.

Come on, Nat, let's go!

Come on, get her! Get her, Nat!

Get her! We're getting low on snowballs.

I'll make some more.

It's really quiet over there.

Maybe too quiet.

They're probably out of snowballs.

Maybe.

Or it might be a trick.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

Matt, what are you doing?

He's taking a run for it.

Make it easier for when I fall.

I don't think you'll be falling anymore,
Nick.

You've really improved.

I think you'll finish the race on your
feet.

You want to hear something amazing?

Ever since you agreed to be Nat's father
in the race, his confidence has soared.

I heard that he captured the flag in the
snowball fight today.

And just now, Emil tried to take his
scarf.

Nat demanded that he give it back, and
he did. Emil backed down.

All these years, Nat's been yearning for
a father's influence.

I'm just playing the part, Jo.

I mean, I like to think of myself as a
friend of these boys, but I won't go

calling myself much of a father.

I would.

Over there is the icy part, where
everyone always slides around.

Yeah, like you.

This year, I'm going to get a big lead
at the beginning, so I won't have to

later on.

You can't get a big lead unless you pass
me and me, and well, that ain't going

to happen.

Actually, a big lead is a big mistake.

Is that a fact?

Yeah.

It's better to stay back and see what
you're up against.

Let them work hard.

By the end of the race, when they're
still huffing and puffing.

You're fresh and ready to fly past them.

We'll keep that in mind then.

If you guys want to lose the race, it's
fine by me.

Look.

Look who it is.

Come to watch me ski?

You just may learn something.

That guy talks too much.

Somebody has to shut him up.

Yeah.

What's he doing?

The only person that's going to learn
something here, Cade, is you. Is that

Who's going to teach me, you?

That's right.

You always wonder how tough I am?

I'm ready to show you.

You are, huh?

What, do you want to fight?

That's right.

Dance dad at it.

Some other time.

It's enough.

Dan, leave me alone.

Come on. Come on.

Nat, what are you doing? Stop. Let him
be, Nat.

Nat, are you all right?

Nat?

Nat?

Come on, Nat.

Oh, my God.

Nat.

What's going on here? He hit his head.

Come on, lad.

His pulse is weak and rapid.

His breathing is shallow.

I'm afraid he's lapsed into a coma.

We won't be able to accurately assess
the amount of damage until he wakes up.

When will that be?

I don't know.

He sustained a severe blow, and we
should prepare ourselves for the

that he may not wake up.

Is there anything we can do?

Mm -hmm. Keep his head raised at all
times. A cap of ice, water, and vinegar

might further reduce the swelling.

I'll get it.

You can also apply a fever blister to
the back of his head.

Other than that... I'm afraid all we can
do is wait.

When you're with him, it might not be a
bad idea to speak to him.

I have seen in the past how a familiar
voice can have a great impact on

someone back from a coma.

I'll take myself out.

How's Nat doing?

Asia's with him now.

I think we should all take turns sitting
with him.

Yeah.

That'd be good, Mrs. Joe.

I'd like to go into town tomorrow.

To the parents of the boy who hit him.

Maybe even the sheriff.

We can't let this all go unpunished.

Mrs. Joe.

That started the fight.

What? I know.

It's hard to believe, and we didn't
believe it either.

But Cade, he didn't want to fight.

He tried to walk away.

Yeah, through the first punch.

That's when Cade fought back.

Why would he do such a thing?

I don't know.

Cade was picking on him a few days ago.

But it's not like Nat to pick a fight.

So?

Last few days, I've been teaching Nat
how to fight.

What?

I know. I should have told you. You've
been teaching Nat how to fight?

That other boy had been pushing him
around, and Nat was upset that he didn't

know how to defend himself, so I thought
I'd show him. You know how I feel about

fighting.

I know, but Nat came to me. He wanted to
learn, and I don't think there's

anything wrong with somebody knowing how
to fight to defend themselves.

No.

But did you bother teaching him when not
to fight?

I didn't think he'd actually go pick a
fight with the boy. I cannot believe you

would do such a thing. I was just trying
to help him. Really?

Why don't you go upstairs and look at
him, and then you can see how much

helped him.

Several days after leaving Nantucket,
nothing above hatches was seen of

Captain Ahab.

Never thought I'd actually be reading to
you, huh?

The mates regularly relieved each other
at the watches.

There she blows.

There she blows.

A hump like a snow hill.

The white whale turned himself into
furious speed, almost in an instant, as

were, rushing among the boats with open
jaws, and a lashing tail offered

appalling battle on every side.

The heathless of the irons turned...
Mind if I sit with him?

Sure.

So good at reading yet, so... I just sit
here and talk with you for a while.

That's all right with you?

Not so good at talking either.

I shouldn't have been teaching you how
to fight.

I should have been teaching you how to
avoid fights.

But you already knew how to do that,
didn't you?

You're doing just fine until I come
along and...

I'm sorry, Nat.

Bring him along very gently. Make sure
that he doesn't overexert himself.

He has been through quite a trauma.

Yeah. Thank you, Doctor.

Well.

How's he doing?

He's doing better.

Finished. Do you want some more?

No, thanks.

All right, then.

Why don't we let him rest? The doctor
said he shouldn't overexert himself.

Sure.

Thanks. We'll see you back.

Sure. Don't worry.

Are you warm enough?

Yeah. Yeah?

Mrs. Joe?

I'm sorry for fighting.

How long will I have to stay in bed?

A week or so.

But I'll miss the father and son, Ray.
Oh, I'm afraid you'll have to sit this

one out.

You're going to need plenty of time to
heal.

Tonic, I'm sorry.

I know you didn't mean for this to
happen.

And I do believe you when you say that
you were trying to help him. But, Nick,

he is still a young boy.

You don't realize the impact you have on
him, on all the children.

They look up to you.

They hang on your every word, watch your
every move, trying to be like you.

I never asked him to look at me that
way.

Well, they do, Nick, and... Well, they
shouldn't.

Look, maybe I should just step back, do
my job, and not get involved with them

so much.

It's too late for that.

You already are involved, whether you
like it or not. You're a father figure

them.

There are so many wonderful things about
being a father, Nick.

You were nervous about skiing.

But I could see the pride in your eyes
when Nat asked you to be in the race

him.

But with being a father also comes a
great deal of responsibility.

And I guess the question that you're
left with... is do you want to accept

that responsibility?

I don't know if I can.

Then you'd only be hurting them more by
staying.

Ned?

Beth, don't cover my eyes.

Oh, sorry.

So why do I have to wear this many
scarves?

Dr. Pierce said that you can only go to
the festival if we keep you warm.

I recommend we put a blanket on him.
Good idea.

Well, the wagon's hitched. You all set?

Yeah.

Matt, is that you?

Yeah. Well,

you look warm.

Where's Nick?

Nick's not going to be coming to the
festival.

But we are.

And we're going to have a wonderful
time.

You want to try it?

Your next? No.

Oh, try it.

Oh, nice job. Joe, what do you think?

I think the colors. Isn't it gorgeous?

It's lovely.

The colors are lovely.

The stitching, that's what catches the
judge's eye.

That's why Daisy and I spend so much of
our time on the intricacy of our

designs.

Yours is nice, too, Meg.

Well, we'll just have to let the judge
decide, won't we?

Where's your quilt, Joe? I thought you
and Nan were going to make one.

Oh, Nan didn't want to participate.

Where is Nan, anyway?

I don't know. I haven't seen her since
we came into town.

Folks, cover your attention.

It's time for the Father -Son Ski
Challenge.

So all participants, make your way to
the starting line.

Well, it's my cue.

Try not to hurt yourself.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

Good luck, Mark. Bye.

Finally, they just called for the road.

Why don't you just pull this down a
little tighter so it won't blow off

the race?

And you might want to fix your mustache.

Go on, both of you. Go ahead.

Have a good time.

Just about ready.

Here's to the starting line.

Asia, sit here.

Nat, come sit by me.

Ooh, hot cider.

Yeah, okay.

Uncle couldn't make it. He sent his
butler in his place.

I'm sure he'll do fine.

Go on, now.

Good luck.

Hey, Emil, I saw your father.

He'll be lucky if he even finishes the
race.

Mind if I join you?

Nick! Nick!

You're here.

I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

Skiers, take your mark.

All right.

Let's go, Mr. Lawrence.

Thank you.

That's it. I'm not waiting anymore.

Disqualify me.

Give him the ribbon.

But you know I beat you.

You can remember that every time you
look at that ribbon.

Give it to her.

All right.

Very good.

Up here, Nat.

Nat?

Can't take it.

Of course you can.

You would have beat me anyways.

I know you wouldn't, but I want you to
have it.

Bye.

All right.

It's three o 'clock.

Three o 'clock, our skiing lesson.

Figure I got a whole year to practice up
for next year's race. Me and Nat are

gonna win it, just you watch.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

Probably flip up again.

Hit the snow a few more times, but...
I'm gonna keep at it.

Keep trying till I learn to find my
balance.

Will you help me?