All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s04e15 984 W 124th Street Apt 5c

Well, we're moving on up, moving on up
to...

my true love gave to me.

Nine ladies dancing, eight maids a
-milking, seven swans a -swimming, six

a -laying, five golden rings,

four calling birds, three French heads,
two turtle doves.

And a poor tree. I just love Christmas
carols. Y 'all should have heard me

singing in the shower this morning. Oh,
was that you singing? I thought somebody

was drowning a cat.

Florence, you forgot to bring out the
forks for the cake.

Oh, what's the matter with me? I'll tell
you what's the matter with you. You've

been guzzling down the eggnog again.

No, I ain't. I just had one little
glass. Yeah, but you had it eight times.

Oh, let her have her fun, George. It's
the holiday.

It's okay with me. But look, next year,
let's just skip the tree, put all the

presents under Florence.

She's always lit for Christmas.

Oh, this is so exciting, George. Just
think.

We get to celebrate Christmas and Lionel
and Jenny's anniversary on the same

night. Whoopee!

Oh, come on. Don't you see how fortunate
we are?

Last Christmas, Santa Claus brought us a
daughter -in -law.

Maybe if we stuff her in a stocking,
this year he'll take a bath.

George,

you don't mean that. Hey,

Miss Jefferson. I think I better make
another batch of eggnog.

This stuff evaporates like crazy.

Merry Christmas, everybody.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas, Leroy.

Mrs. Jefferson, I just closed the shop,
so I brought up the star you wanted for

your Christmas tree.

Oh, great, Leroy. Where is it?

Isn't that the tree right over there?

I meant the star.

Oh, yeah.

It's in my shopping bag.

Oh, you dropped something.

Well, I don't want to forget that. You
know, that's my errand for Mr.

984 West 124th Street, Apartment 5C.

Oh, that's just business, Weasley. Don't
concern you. Bye, Leroy.

Oh, but George, it's just an address.

There's no stamp or name on it. Now,
how's the post office going to deliver

this? Oh, this ain't going to go to the
post office, Mr. Jefferson.

I've been taking an envelope to this
address every month for years.

Well, Mr. Jefferson said, you know, he
said he don't trust sending cash in the

mail. Cash?

Oh, well, it's always good to see you
for the holidays, honey boy.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and get
the hell out of here. Oh, Merry

Christmas.

George, why are you sending cash to that
address in Harlem every month? I told

you it's business, we... What kind of
business?

I, um, I took out this loan a little
while ago, and my accountant says that I

got to pay it back in cash, or my assets
and liabilities would be more my

working capital.

Don't you understand that?

No. Neither do I, if that's what a man
says.

Listen. I'll get it.

Now,

Mr. J, I was expecting Mrs. J to answer.

Who are you going to do, scared of that?

No, I was going to kiss her.

She's going, what?

Mistletoe, Mr. J.

Mistletoe. Merry Christmas, Mrs. J.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Bentley.

Mr. J.

Oh, I don't care if that is mistletoe,
Bentley. All you're getting from me is a

handshake.

Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas,
Bentley. You know, you might be from

and crazy and all that, but you're still
good people.

Thank you.

Well, Mr. Bentley, you certainly have
the Christmas spirit this year. Oh,

everybody has.

You should have seen the wild Christmas
party we had at the U .N. today.

At one point, an American interpreter
tried to put a pair of silk stockings on

Russian secretary.

Oh, I bet you the Russian secretary
didn't like that. Oh, goodness, no. He

hadn't even shaved his legs.

Would you like to stay for dinner, Mr.
Bentley? We have plenty.

Oh, no, thank you. I'm cooking dinner
for Charlotte this evening.

Charlotte? Another new girl?

Yes. I'm making her a little three
-pound roast, but I'm missing one

and I thought you might have it.

What is it?

A little three -pound roast.

I forgot to defrost mine.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Oh, well. Perhaps I'll just lay out some
cold cuts. After all, I'd rather have a

cold dinner and a warm girl than the
other way around.

Oh, Mrs. Willis, Merry Christmas. Same
to you, Mr. Bentley.

Mr. Willis. Ah, watch out for my leg.

Joy to the world, the Lord is with you.

Tom, what's the matter with you?

Oh, I was Santa Claus at the children's
hospital again this year.

What happened? Did a reindeer bite you?

I asked this little kid to tell Santa
what he wanted for Christmas.

He said a sled.

So I told him he'd get one.

Then the kid yelled, that's what you
said last year, you liar, and he kicked

Oh, but that's not all.

The next kid said he wanted a bicycle.

So this time I figured I'd be smarter,
and I said, well, maybe you'll get it,

and maybe you won't. And then the kid's
mother yelled, stop teasing him, you big

bully, and she kicked him.

It's so hard playing Santa Claus, even
if you can do it without wearing a

pillow.

Helen, please.

Will you just sit there and relax, Tom?

Florence, would you bring some eggnog to
the Willises?

I think it would be easier to bring the
Willises to the eggnog.

Florence doesn't look too good.

She never looks good.

I mean, I hope she's watching the
dinner.

Oh, damn. Florence, what about the
turkey?

Don't worry, turkey. That's plenty for
you.

I mean the turkey we're having for
dinner.

Oh, you mean that...

Just a second. I'll go ask him.

Please, I wrapped Jenny's and Lionel's
anniversary present from the four of us.

Good. I'll put it over by the cake.

Oh, what's after my leg?

Helen, it's a conspiracy. They're all
after my leg.

Merry Christmas, Mr. Jefferson, sir.
Merry Christmas, everybody.

Merry Christmas, Ralph.

What can I do for you, Ralph? Well...

I haven't seen either of you in a couple
of days, so I started to get worried.

Worried? About what? About you.

After all the trouble you must have gone
through to get me my Christmas present,

I know how terrible you'll feel if you
didn't get a chance to give it to me.

That's very thoughtful of you, Ralph.

Yep, and you got nothing to worry about.
Really, sir?

Yeah, because we didn't get you
anything.

No problem, sir. There's still time. As
a matter of fact, I have a list of

things I would like.

Oh, I was going to give you cash.

Good guess, sir.

On my list, that's number one, two, and
three.

Here you are, Ralph.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Oh, by the way, those two Christmas
trees you had me order, were they

okay? Uh, yeah, fine. Thanks. Later,
Ralph. Oh, wait a minute.

Two trees? Yes, ma 'am.

One for here and one to that address in
Harlem.

What address in Harlem?

It was 984... We don't remember.

984. That's the same place you've been
sending cash to, isn't it? Look,

forget about it. It's not important.

And don't tell me you send Christmas
trees to pay a loan.

Well, you do if you borrow it from a
lumber company.

Who lives at that address, George? I
want to know what's going on. Look,

Weasley, it's nothing.

Honest. Now, let's put the star on the
tree.

George!

Okay, then let's answer the door.

Oh, here they are. They finally got
here, the anniversary couple.

Oh, Merry Christmas. Merry Christmas.

Hey, Father.

Oh, Lionel, it's so good to see you.
Mom, it's so good to see you. Merry,

Christmas.

Mama.

Merry Christmas, baby.

Daddy. I love you, Mary. And watch out
for my leg.

Well, tell me, Lionel, how does it feel
to be married for one year?

Well, it feels like we're still on our
honeymoon.

Except he sleeps more.

Well, come on. Open your present.

It's from all of us.

Mostly us.

tickets to Bermuda.

Oh, well.

Helen,

you traitor.

Oh, I'm sorry. We know that you both
have a vacation coming up soon, so.

Oh, this is fabulous.

Oh, thank you.

This is really a great gift.

Thank you.

And who knows?

A nice, relaxing place like that. Maybe
sometime next year we'll have a little

grandchild. Oh, Mama.

Look, don't you be telling them what to
do on their vacation.

What's the matter with a grandchild?
Wouldn't you like to see a little George

Jefferson running around here?

That would be kind of nice.

Hey, Lionel, y 'all have a ball in
Bermuda.

Wait a minute. It's my grandchild, too.
How do you know there won't be a little

Tom Willis running around here?

Forget it, Lionel. Ain't worth the risk.

Now, hold on now.

This is a fabulous gift, and we love it.
But the two of us are going to Bermuda,

and only the two of us are coming back.

Well, you've been married for one year
now.

It's time for you to start thinking
about children.

Oh, we do, Mother.

Every morning I think about children.

Then I take the pill.

All right, everybody, grab a glass.

Now, if this don't cure what ails you,
you ain't sick.

You dead.

Oh, Lionel, would you mind putting the
star on top of the tree for us? It's on

the desk.

Florence's eggnog is delicious.

What's your secret?

Grade A eggs and 100 proof knobs.

Hey, Mom.

You want me to put this gift under the
tree along with the rest of them? Oh,

what gift?

Oh, I don't remember that one. Who's it
for?

Well, it doesn't say. Just an address.

984 West 124th Street.

Apartment 5C.

What? That stupid Leroy forgot to take
the toy, too. Look, I gotta do it

Oh, George! I gotta go, Weezy. This is
important.

But you can't leave now. It's Christmas
Eve and your whole family's together.

There's nothing more important than
that.

I'll be back in half hour.

Okay. Okay.

Louise, what do you think?

The tree.

Oh, yeah.

I think it's beautiful.

What's the matter, Louise?

Get off of there, old dumb spot.

Still there.

Oh, the heck with it.

It was an old cup, Miss Jefferson.

I threw it away because it was crap.

You threw away a cup?

Not if you didn't see me.

Louise, what's wrong?

It's George.

It usually is. Where'd he run off to?

That's just it. He won't tell me.

Someplace in Harlem to deliver a toy.

Oh, well, that sounds innocent enough.

And he spent a Christmas tree there,
too. And he's been sending cash every

for a long time.

Well, uh, there could be a lot of
reasons for that. Uh, couldn't Mayor

Uh -huh. But you don't want to hear none
of them.

It's a woman.

I don't think Mr. Jefferson got a woman
in Harlem.

You don't? Not if he sent a toy.

That's right.

I think he got a child in Harlem.

What? I'll kill him. Now, Louise, take
it easy.

I've been out there telling Lionel to
make a baby and George beat him to it.

I don't believe that.

George is too old -fashioned.

While he still believes that a topless
dance is a girl without a hat.

Well, there's something fishy going on
there.

Oh, you're just in time. We're going to
sing Christmas Carol. Not now, Lionel.

You go ahead.

But, Mom, we need you. Nobody else
around here sings bass.

Lionel, your mama don't feel like it.
Now, come on. I'll sing with you.

All right. Silent night on three.

One. Two, three, and...

Please,

where are you going?

To find my husband.

But what about your party?

First, I've got another party to go to.
The one at 984 West 124th Street.

It's too cold in the street this time of
year.

Sam, you ain't got to worry about
getting cold. You got enough antifreeze

to fill a snowplow.

Sorry.

How is she now? No thanks. My wine
-drinking day is over.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. This is the good stuff.

It was aged in the truck.

Look, I got to go.

Wait a minute.

Don't I know you?

No. Maybe from a long time ago.

I've been around this neighborhood.

Bunch of years.

Yeah, a lot of people get stuck here.

Not me, brother.

I came to Harlem in 1936 with $2 in my
pocket, and as soon as I get even,

I'm gonna leave.

Well,

look, here's $5. Take a friend.

Explain what you're doing up here,
Buster, and you better start talking

was just minding my own business when
this guy came.

Watch him.

Oh.

Well, I don't know what he's doing here,
and I ain't staying to find out either.

What are you doing here with?

I'm going to see your friends in
apartment 5C. No, you're not. Well, just

to... I don't know who lives there. They
don't know me either.

Ha! You expect me to believe that?

Have I ever lied to you before?

Yes. When?

Last year, when you told me you weren't
opening a new store.

Besides that.

How about the time when you said your
mother wasn't going to stay with us for

the weekend?

Besides that.

That time you promised me you'd stop
working nights.

Besides that.

I can't think of any more.

Aha! Well, look, the next time you call
me a liar, you better have some facts.

Now, let's go.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop acting
ignorant. What are you yelling about?

Uh, nothing. We're just leaving. Oh, hi.

What's your name?

Warren. What's yours?

Louise.

And you know him?

No, I don't.

Are you sure?

Lady, how could I forget a face like
that?

Come here, Warren.

now, we... Nah.

Couldn't be.

Hey, look!

Mom! Dad! He was here! He was here!

Did you see who left this? Uh -uh. He
ran by too fast.

He didn't look nothing like me, though.
He was fat and ugly.

What are you doing out here?

Oh, hi.

Something I can do for you? Uh, no, no.
We just came to visit some of our

friends, but they weren't home, so we're
just leaving. Oh, that's too bad.

Uh, could we come in and wait? I hope
your friends will be back in a little

while. We... I don't know if that'll be
a good idea or not. Oh, honey, I think

it's all right.

It's Christmas.

Yeah. Come on in.

Oh, thank you.

Miss Bond, I'm trying to put it under
the tree.

We're Sherry and William Bond.

Louise and George Jefferson.

Sit down. Please make yourselves at
home.

George? Are you okay, Matt?

What's the matter?

I used to live here.

Well, that's the best thing you can say
about this neighborhood.

I used to live here.

No, I mean right here in the same
apartment.

What?

Until I was about 12.

Well, ain't that something?

Hey, looks like you made it out of here
in style.

Yeah, sure ain't changed much. It never
does.

And this is after the landlord renovated
the place last year. Of course, you

know what renovation means around here.
He swept the halls and raised the rent.

Sounds like you got the same landlord.
Yeah.

I don't believe it, George.

This is the way you grew up.

Yeah.

Everything seemed a lot bigger back
then.

Of course it did. You were smaller.

It's still here after all these years.

G .J. loves P .V.

George Jefferson loves Paula Vincent.

She was great.

We always wondered who they were.

What was so great about Paula Vincent?

She was the only girl I could get to
play doctor with me.

Doctor?

Don't worry about it, Weezy. My father
caught us before I could get her on the

operating table.

Well, good for him.

Yeah.

My father used to have his big chair
right here with the spring sticking out.

I remember one time he slapped me hard
and then he slammed me down to the chair

and I bounced all the way out into the
kitchen.

Oh, no, I forgot my cookies.

What kind of work did your daddy do?

Anything for a buck. But his main job
was swinging a pick, digging in the

streets. Ain't no jiving man.

That's what I do when I can get it. Oh,
yeah?

It really built up his muscles. Boy,
could he hit hard.

It must come with the job.

Yeah, old dad used to sit over there
reading the paper.

Mama was always in the kitchen yelling.
Oh, damn, I burned the cookies.

That was Mama, all right.

Yeah, but that was long, long time ago.

Honey, look at this.

All burnt.

It's okay.

It'll cool off in my stomach.

Oh, well, we better get going, wheeze.

Oh, George is right.

Our whole family is waiting at home for
us. Wait, wait a minute.

For you.

We always keep an extra present under
the tree.

It's just a box of candy.

Oh, no, we couldn't. You can't afford
it. Oh, yes.

Yes, we can.

See, we have our own private Santa
Claus.

What? We don't know who he is or why
he's doing it, but about five years ago,

somebody started sending us things.

Oh, really?

Sounds crazy, don't it?

Yeah, it does. Come on, we... Well,
first there was a tree and a present for

Warren at Christmas.

And then $100 every month.

And did we need the money then?

We were down to one meal a day. And that
day was Wednesday.

Well, now we're both working pretty
regularly.

So I've been using part of the money to
take a course in TV repair.

See, we figure if William can get a job
like that, maybe someday we can get out

of here for good. And I'm sure you'll do
it, too.

Can we go home now, please?

Yes, George.

Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

George,

that was the nicest thing I ever heard.

I've never been prouder of you.

Yeah, okay.

George, aren't you going to tell me why
you're doing it?

Does it matter?

No, but I'd like to know.

Well, there were a lot of bad
Christmases in this apartment.

And, you know, sometimes we didn't have
presents or a tree or nothing.

I mean, now you know how that makes a
kid feel.

I sure do.

So I made a promise that if I ever made
it big, there would never be no more bad

Christmases in this apartment.

I mean, reason now, people shouldn't
have to live like this.

So I'm just keeping a promise.

But something like that you don't have
to keep secret, George.

Why didn't you ever tell me or them?

Because it's personal.

Look, it's not that it's a gift or
anything. It's just something that I

Look, just because you get out of here
don't mean you forget the place.

I mean, you got to put something back.

Merry Christmas, George.

Merry Christmas, Weez.

The Jeffersons was videotaped in front
of a studio audience.