All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s06e06 Wheres Papa

Well, we're moving on up. Moving on up.
To the east. Moving on up. To the deep.

I'm glad we're finally getting rid of
some of this junk out of the storage

Yeah.

Me too.

We shouldn't let this stuff pile up like
this.

Yeah, you're right.

I can't believe we kept all this junk.

Yeah, I know.

Well, that's that box, and I'll just
empty the wastebasket.

away.

Well, all these things have sentimental
value to me.

Look at this corsage.

You bought this for me on our first
formal date.

Yeah, and it held up pretty good, too,
huh?

Yeah, plastic usually does.

Here you are, Mr. Jefferson, sir.

That's all right. I got it. I got it,
sir.

Sure is a heavy one.

Now, we got to make sure we don't hurt
the back, sir.

There you are, Mr. Jefferson, sir.
Thanks, Ralph.

I was very careful in bringing it up
from the storage locker, sir. Oh, good

Ralph.

Very, very careful.

I figured that this trunk probably
contained some mementos you wouldn't

damaged. I mean, you can't put a price
on memories.

No, Ralph. See, most of that stuff we're
going to throw away.

But then again, memories are a dime a
dozen.

Ah, yeah. Well, thanks for your help,
Ralph. Ah, you're welcome, sir. You're

very welcome. Okay.

I'm the subject of memories.

I can remember when the dollar was worth
twice as much as it is now.

Twice. Twenty years ago, these two
dollars were actually worth four.

Oh, they were?

Oh, yes, sir. Oh, well, look. Why don't
you pretend it's 20 years ago?

Now you still got two.

George, where did that trunk come from?

It's Mama's.

I had to send over after she died.

Uh -oh.

What's wrong?

This is just like that Dracula movie I
saw on TV last night.

Will you shut up?

See, Dracula had already bitten all the
people in Transylvania.

So he had himself mailed to the United
States.

In a trunk just like that one.

And then this guy opened up the trunk.

And Dracula flew out.

Bit him on the neck.

Sucked all... the blood out of him,
threw him on the floor, and left him

dead.

Now that is stupid.

Florence, will you open the trunk?

Oh, George.

Boo! Ow!

Come on, look at all the junk.

It'll take me a month to straighten it.

Here's a picture of Mama Pop with her at
Coney Island.

Oh, don't they look happy?

Well, no wonder. Look at the size of
that Kewpie doll they hold.

Kewpie doll? That's me.

Oh, the booby prize, huh?

You know, George, your father was quite
handsome.

Well, you know, good looks run in our
family.

Where did they run when you were born?

I wish I'd known your father.

Yeah, me too.

I was only nine years old when he died.

One of the few things I can remember is
he used to always take me to Coney

Island.

We used to go on the roller coaster. I
used to get sick of my stomach and throw

up.

I thought that was fun.

Uh -oh.

Here's my first teacher.

Teacher? That's a boot.

I know. It's one of Pop's old boots.

Boy, this boot sure tore my butt a thing
or two.

What's this?

Why don't you open it up and see?

Uh -oh.

This is just like that spooky movie I
saw.

This man opens up this envelope and his
fingers fall off.

Foster, will you shut up?

Please, I don't believe it.

It's Papa's will.

I, William T. Jefferson, being of sound
mind and tired body, do

declare the following.

To my wife, Olivia, I leave all my
valuables, including my watch, my radio,

two pawn shop tickets if she wants to
get to watch me.

I guess I ain't got much more to leave
except my love. The only other thing I

have to say, Olivia, is that if I do go
first, please make sure we get buried

next to each other. That way we'll
always be together, me and you.

Oh, isn't that touching?

Yeah, except Papa's buried up there in
Rockridge in that old pauper cemetery.

Mama's over there in Shady Hill.

Wait a minute, I got it. Got what?

I'm going to have Papa move over to
Shady Hills with Mama.

Move him?

What are you going to do, call Beacons?

Look, I always wanted to do something
for my father, so now's my chance.

George, that's a very nice idea, I
guess.

But don't you think your father would
want to stay where he is?

I mean, by now, he's probably
comfortable.

leave the dead alone. They got enough
problems.

But, Weasley, didn't you hear what Papa
said in his will? He wants to be buried

next to Mama.

That means it's up to me.

All right, George, if you really feel
that way.

Good, Weasley. Now, look, I want you to
go over to Rockbridge and make all the

arrangements, okay?

Me? I thought it was up to you.

But, Weasley, I haven't been to
Rockbridge since I was a kid. And

to go over to Shady Hills and get a
place for Papa next to Mama.

Okay, George, if you really want me to,
I'll go.

Oh, thanks. I know I can count on you.
Okay, I'll see you all later.

Barnes, why don't you go with me to the
cemetery?

Me?

Yeah, we can't let George's father down.

We can't bring him up either.

Hello?

Gee, Florence, there doesn't seem to be
anybody here.

Florence?

Florence, what are you doing out there?

Right now, I'm doing the 23rd song.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

I guess you're right.

Hi, ladies.

I'm sorry if I've frightened you.

I'm Homer Calder, caretaker, record
keeper, and handyman.

Oh, but that must keep you very busy.

No, actually, it's pretty quiet around
here.

I should hope so.

Mr. Calder, I'm Louise Jefferson. This
is Florence Johnston.

Oh, how are you?

Alive and well, thank you.

We're here with kind of a strange
request.

You see, my father -in -law is buried
here, and we'd like to move him over to

Shady Hills.

Don't get much call for that.

Once I plant them, they usually stay
planted.

I know. We saw your garden on the way
in.

Uh, exactly what do we have to do to
move the remains?

If he hands us that shovel, I'm leaving.

First off, Mr. Jefferson, I have to know
the name of the deceased.

William Jefferson.

William Jefferson.

He died in 1939.

1939.

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

Why not?

Big fire here in 53 burnt up all the
older records.

Well, you must have some other file.

Nope. Sorry.

Oh, come on, Florence. We have to go
look on the headstones.

Oh, no, you can't do that.

No, we can't do that.

Why not?

Vandals got to the older graves.

No headstones left.

They stole the headstones?

Yeah. I hear they make nice coffee
tables.

But if there are no records or
headstones, how are we supposed to find

husband's father?

Do you know the plot number?

No. Oh, then I guess there's nothing I
can do.

You mean you lost my husband's father?

Don't worry. I'm sure he didn't go far.

Whew.

I hope I don't see another graveyard
till the day I die.

How am I going to tell George his
father's missing?

Does he understand Morse code?

Hey, Weasley.

Oh, George.

Did you talk to those people over in
Rockridge?

Well, yes, but... Hey, Weasley, thanks.
I knew I had to depend on you. But,

George, there's something I've got to
tell you. Yeah?

Well, what I have to tell you is that...
that Florence has something to tell

you. Yeah, what is it for?

Um, uh, I have to go fix lunch.

But I ain't hungry yet.

That's no problem. I'll eat it.

You know, if I didn't know better, I'd
say she was overworked.

George. Hey, wait, guess what I did?

I went up to Shady Hills, and I bought a
plot for $10 ,000.

$10 ,000?

Yeah, a family plot.

You know, that way we could all be
together. You, me, Mom, and Papa.

Well... Three out of four ain't bad.

Say what?

Uh, George, about your father, there's a
problem.

Problem? What kind of problem?

Oh, well, when I tell you, you promise
not to yell.

Well, you know me.

Okay, I promise.

Your father is missing.

George, you promised not to yell.

I'm not yelling. I'm just talking loud.

Your father is still at the cemetery
someplace.

But the records have all been destroyed
and the headstone stolen.

There's no way we can locate him. He's
just lost.

Lost?

I'm sorry.

But the people at Rock Ridge did what
they could. Did what they could? That's

father he lost. That's all.

There's got to be.

Do you know the number of your father's
plot?

No, what do you think I do, carry around
in my wallet?

Then there's no way to find him.

Damn!

George, where are you going? I'm not
sure.

City Hall, the Hall of Records, whatever
it takes, I'm going to find my father.

Where'd he go?

To look for his father.

Well, what's he going to do, go do -do
-do?

Jefferson. Don't worry.

Okay, so your father's lost, but things
could be worse.

Oh, yeah?

How would you feel if you were dead and
didn't know where you were?

Gee, I never thought of it that way.

I spent a whole day trying to find him.
I even went back to our old building. I

figured maybe somebody there would
remember my father.

Oh, yeah? Any luck?

Well, I met this bum on the stairway
that said he remembered him.

He had me believe in him, too, at first.

Until he told me he was Sammy Davis Jr.

Then he starts singing Candyman.

Yeah, I love that song.

Not the way he sang it.

Hello, Mr. J.

I mean, hello, Mr. J.

Mr. J told me about your father.

I can imagine what you must be going
through.

Is there anything I can possibly do for
you? Yeah, Benny, stop shaking. Anything

at all. Oh, I'm sorry.

It's okay, it's okay, Bentley. It's not
your fault.

It's just no use.

He's lost.

I'll never find him.

Well, you have to look on the bright
side.

What's the bright side?

I don't know. That's why you have to
look for him.

See, if I had only visited his grave
more often, it never would have

Well, you can't blame yourself.

Yes, I can! Well, if you really want to.

How would you like it if you didn't know
where your father was buried?

Oh, I'd like it just fine, actually. My
father's still alive.

Just remember.

Mr. J, perhaps you're blocking out
something that's locked up inside your

That's crazy, Benny. Ain't nothing
inside my brain.

You know, I once had a friend who lost a
diamond earring, and you know what

happened? Who cares?

Her husband took her to see a hypnotist.

A hypnotist? That's right, and the
hypnotist got her to remember where she

the earring. Oh, I bet that made her
happy, huh?

Uh, no, it made her divorced.

She left the earring in another man's
apartment.

At least the hypnotism worked.

Say, Mr.

Jefferson, maybe you ought to give it a
chance, huh?

You think so?

Well, it's worth a try. If you're
interested, I have a friend who's a

I could give him a ring and see if he
could drop by tonight.

Okay, good.

Go get him, Bentley. Right now.

Now, Mr. J., I'm very happy you've
decided to put yourself in my hands.

I'm terribly sorry.

You know, I just hope this hypnotism
stuff ain't a waste of time.

Well, why should it be?

Well, look, I read this article that
said hypnotism doesn't always work on

intelligent people.

Oh, well, I'm sure you got nothing to
worry about.

I wish I knew what was going on in
there. Yeah, Mr. Jefferson being

You know, this might be a good time to
ask for a raise.

George! I have him under, Mrs.
Jefferson. He'll only respond to me.

I'll need help in understanding some of
the things he's talking about.

Well, don't ask me, because I never know
what he's talking about.

What I mean is, I'm going to take him
back gradually.

Just to see how he responds, I'll use
this information that you gave me about

your husband's wife.

All right.

Now, Mr. Jefferson, I want you to think
back to the time when you first

moved into this apartment, okay?

Tell us about it.

Man, this place is great, ain't it? Oh,
about to me.

I really think we should hire that
Florence Johnson.

I got a feeling she'd be a real hard
worker.

Ain't that the truth.

Yeah, Weezy, I know you want to hire the
other maid.

All right, Mr. Jefferson, let's go back
a little bit further.

Now, you're living in your new house on
Houser Street.

What do you see? Damn it, Bunker. You
know, you're the most precious bigot

ever seen in my life.

Listen,

Bunker, you know you got some nerve
telling me I can't move next door to

You stupid honky.

That's fine, Mr.

Jefferson. That's fine.

Who is this Bunker?

Oh, he used to be our next -door
neighbor.

Sounds like a real meathead.

Well, his wife was nice.

All right, Mr. Jefferson.

Now I want you to go on back and
remember the birth of your son Lionel,

Oh, Lionel.

You know, you're the cutest little baby.

Have a thought.

You look just like me.

But don't tell your mommy, because she
thinks you look like her.

Okay,

little Mr. Jefferson.

Let me see you laugh.

Come on, like this.

That's it.

That's it.

Let's go back a little further to the
time when you were 16.

It's the day you first met Louise.

Now this I gotta see.

Hey, man, look, I can't hang with you
niggas tonight.

I got me a date.

Yeah. Some chick named Louise.

Yeah, I know it's a funny day.

That's why I just call Louise to keep
them laughing.

But I'll tell you one thing, this
chick's got class.

Oh, yeah, she's going out with me, ain't
she?

And you know me, I always get lucky on
my first date.

And I'm telling you, this chick is hot
to try. I'm telling you.

Why you?

Please, Mrs. Jefferson, he doesn't know
what he's saying.

Tomorrow night, I can't go out tomorrow
night. He's mad. I got me a date with my

main babe, Ruby.

Excuse me, Miss Jefferson, but this is
between you and your husband.

He seems to be responding well. Ruby.

A little too well.

All right, let's just sit back down here
and relax.

That's it.

You feel all right?

Ruby.

Relax. That's right. Okay.

Now, you're nine years old, and you're
at your father's funeral.

Tell me what you see.

Georgie?

Mommy, I don't like this place. It
scares me. Tell me where... your

buried.

Mommy, please don't make me look.

Take me home.

Mommy, don't start crying.

The last thing Papa asked me was the
promise that I would take care of you.

And I promised him that I would.

But I don't want to stay here, Mommy. I
want to go home, please. I don't want to

look, Mommy.

Please, Mommy.

Please, Mommy.

All right, Mr. Jefferson, you're not at
your father's funeral anymore.

Everything's fine.

That's right.

I'm going to bring you out now.

All right?

Wake up.

See, I knew I couldn't be hypnotized.

George, you were hypnotized. I was?

I was?

Okay, where's Papa Barry?

Oh, it didn't work, did it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson.

If you ever did know, it's embedded too
deeply in your subconscious.

I think we've done the best we could.

Oh, look, Doc.

Don't feel bad about it. I mean, it's
not your fault.

It's just that hypnotism just don't work
too well on me. I'm too intelligent.

Right.

Well, thanks for your help anyway.

And look, just send me the bill, okay?
Thank you.

Anytime, Doc. Good night, Mr. Jefferson.

Good night, Doc. Bye -bye. Good night.

Damn quack.

George. I don't want to hear it. But
George. I said I don't want to hear it.

you are going to hear it. I'm telling
you.

Look, George, your father is missing and
there is nothing you can do. Yeah, and

I didn't get a chance to grant him his
last request.

George, you already have.

Say what?

Dr. Tupleman took you back to your
father's funeral. And according to what

said, your father's real last request
was that you take care of your mother.

It was?

That's right.

And you did take care of her. You did
everything your father asked you to and

then some.

Yeah?

Yeah. Well, and he did get his last
request.

He sure did.

Well, all right.

So?

How do you feel now? Oh, I feel great
now.

Oh, look, we've got to go get ready for
dinner.

Hey. Oh, George.

Yeah?

There is one thing.

Yeah, what?

Who the hell is Ruby?