All language subtitles for The Jeffersons s11e01 Blood and Money

Well, we're moving on up, moving on up,
to the east side, moving on up, to a

deep...

to the help center's blood drive.

You don't know how much it means to me.

Oh, no problem, Miss Jefferson. I was
happy to help out.

Oh, Louise, it was our pleasure. We
could hardly feel the needle at all.

Right, Helen?

Uh, Helen?

Oh, my arm.

My arm.

Oh, you poor baby. Let me kiss it and
make it well.

Ouch.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Do you think this will leave a scar?

Oh, Helen, of course not.

Just think of it as a harmless mosquito
bite. Now, that doesn't leave a scar,

does it?

It leaves a bump.

All right, then compare it with having
your ears pierced.

Did that leave a scar?

It left a hole.

Okay.

Then I have this suggestion.

Grow up!

a baby.

Oh, I know what you need, sweetheart.
Something to bring your blood sugar back

up. You'll feel better in no time here.

That's a great idea, Tom. Oh, I think we
have some donuts in the kitchen.

Florence? Oh, I'd love some.

No, I meant I thought that you would
serve them.

Oh, I'd love to, Miss Jefferson, but I'm
just too weak.

Well, You did do me the favor of
donating your blood. So you rest a

I'll get the donuts.

Oh, Miss Jefferson, while you're at it,
would you mind running the vacuum

around?

I'm just so tired. I mean, they must
have took too much blood out of me.

Florence, they only took a pint.

Your body replaces it in 24 hours.

Oh, thank goodness.

Well, in that case, I'll be back on the
job at exactly 4 .08 tomorrow.

Now, Louise, allow me. You've been
working hard at that blood drive all

Oh, thanks, Tom.

There on the table.

Or the bread box on the counter.

Or on top of the refrigerator.

Or on the fourth shelf in the cabinet
next to the sink.

Isn't that funny? That's exactly where
we keep them.

How do I get this bandage off?

They must have put it on with linoleum
paste.

Oh, well, let me help you.

You know, the best way to take off a
bandage is you lift up one side gently

this, holding it very carefully, and
then you just yank it off.

Oh, Helen, is something wrong?

Look, Louise.

I was glad to give blood, but I just
hadn't planned on donating my skin.

Helen, I couldn't find any jelly
doughnuts, but I'm sure when we get back

upstairs, we'll find some cookies or
something.

Oh, well, thanks anyway for the thought,
dear.

Don't be.

Oh, Tom, you have something on your
chin.

Hmm? What is it, jelly?

There was only one left.

But that was for my blood sugar.

Louise was right. You are acting like a
baby.

All right, enough, you two.

According to my list here, everyone we
ask has donated, all except one person.

What? You mean somebody promised to give
and didn't?

Now, who on earth could be that selfish?

Hi, everybody.

Nothing like a good snooze in the
afternoon.

George is... Is that what you've been
doing?

Look, I want you to get down to that
hospital this minute and donate blood. I

can't, Weasley. I dropped the suit off
down at the store. And I gotta go down

and help supervise the cleaning.

But this is the last day of the drive.

I'm the chairwoman.

How will it look if my own husband
doesn't participate?

About a pint short.

You mean a half pint.

George, we all managed to find time to
donate blood.

All of you? You mean to tell me they
even took blood from Florence?

Now, that's frightening.

Someday somebody's going to wake up with
an urge to burn pork chops and not know

why.

Well, you can joke all you want, Mr.
Jefferson, but I feel great about today.

Oh, get the door.

Not that great.

You know, all of a sudden I have an urge
not to answer it.

I don't know why.

Oh, hi, Mr. Bentley. Hi, Mrs. J. I was
just on my way down to the blood bank

when I suddenly realized I don't have
the vaguest idea where I'm going.

Oh, well, come on in. I'll get the
address for you. Have a seat. Thank you.

Hello, everybody.

Hello there, Mr. Bentley.

Hey, Bentley, ain't you a little
overdressed with a blood bank?

Oh, not really, Mr. J. You see, after I
donate, I have a date with Phoebe.

I'm taking her to the movies to see
Captain Blood.

Sort of a theme evening, you see.

Well, it might not be wise to make plans
for tonight, Mr. Bentley.

You never can tell how the loss of blood
is going to affect you.

Oh, don't worry about me. I come from
hearty stock.

My family's been giving blood for
generations.

As a matter of fact, just last year, my
great Aunt Pauline was honored by the

Red Cross.

Oh, you must be very proud of her. Oh,
yes.

Unfortunately, the honor had to be given
posthumously, you see.

Aunt Pauline died immediately after her
last donation.

Oh, my. What was it? A loss of blood?

No, a fish truck.

Killer broadside as she was leaving the
hospital.

Oh, I get squeamish just thinking about
it. Tuna all over the place.

Shocking. Well, at least you have some
consolation in knowing that her blood

went on to save lives.

Yes, and not only her blood, Mr. Willis.
You see, she had one of those donor

cards in her purse. Oh, they picked her
clean.

Yes, her heart, kidneys, liver.

When they buried Aunt Pauline, the only
organ at her funeral was a Wurlitzer.

You know, there are parts of the dear
old girl living all over the world. Just

the other day, I was walking down the
street, and I could have sworn I saw

Pauline in someone's eyes.

At least one of them.

Is anybody else a little nauseous?

Mr. Bentley, here's the address.

And remember, it's not at the health
center. It's way across town.

Oh, I don't mind, Mrs. J. It's such a
worthy cause.

Oh, I have an idea. Why don't you and
George go together?

Then you both can donate.

I can't, Weas. I got a clean Whittendale
suit.

Maybe I can go after work.

All right, George.

Here's the address.

And remember, the place closes at 6 o
'clock.

Now, either you be there or don't bother
coming back here.

Oh, Mr. J., it sounds like she's out for
blood.

Get it? Out for blood.

Well, my Aunt Pauline would have
laughed.

If she hadn't donated her tongue.

Hi there, Mr. Jefferson, sir.

Just giving the door its routine annual
checkup.

Good thick wood.

Completely soundproof.

So, when are you going to donate that
blood?

I don't know, Ralph.

I got a lot of work to do this
afternoon.

And besides, The blood bag closes at 6 o
'clock.

Wait a minute, Ralph.

You have no life, right?

Nothing to speak of, sir.

Well, why don't you do me a favor? Why
don't you go down and donate some blood

for me?

Oh, I'm sorry, sir, but that's one thing
in the whole world that I just couldn't

do. Just the sight of a needle makes me
sick. My stomach gets queasy. I start to

shake. Well, 50 bucks do?

They can drain me with a hose, sir.

Now, remember, donate the blood in my
name. But, sir, they'll know I'm not

George Jefferson.

I mean, I'm a couple of inches taller
than you. They don't know me there.

Are you sure?

Yeah, it's in the hospital on the other
side of town.

Look, here's the address.

Whatever you do, don't say nothing about
this to Weezy.

You can count on me, sir.

My veins may be open, but my lips are
sealed.

I'm having a nervous break.

Okay, tell me what you're breaking down
over this time.

That suit wouldn't have brought it
yesterday. I burned it.

How?

I don't know, Weezy.

I didn't do it on purpose. It was just a
little burn on the lapel. I didn't

think he would notice it, but he did.
He's been calling me all day, leaving

messages for me to call him.

So he found a little burn on his lapel.

It's not that terrible.

What are you talking about, Weezy? It's
beyond terrible. The suit was imported.

It cost $2 ,000 and was custom made, and
I ruined it.

Look, Weasley, the man owns the
building. We could be out in the street.

Okay, then we'll just have to get some
plastic slipcovers for the furniture.

No, Weasley, this is not funny. Look, I
know how the man thinks.

He's never going to let me forget this.

As far as he's concerned, I'm dirt.

Mr. Wittender.

Jefferson, I love you.

I love you. I could just hug you.

Of course I won't.

But it's the thoughts that count.

Aren't you upset about your suit?

Certainly not.

How could I be upset after what you've
done?

Good point.

What did I do?

Did you or did you not donate some blood
yesterday?

Blood? Oh, yeah.

Well, do you know where that blood is
right now?

Not really. We kind of lost touch.

moment, your blood happens to be
coursing through my wife's veins.

Oh, I don't understand.

Last night, my wife, Mrs. Whittendale,
was rushing to answer the telephone.

And in her haste, she tripped over a
small but priceless sculpture of a

elephant. Oh, how terrible.

Well, actually, it wasn't too bad. Just
a small crack in one of the tusks.

What about your wife?

What about my blood? I'm getting to
that.

As Mrs.

Whittendale fell, she grabbed the
draperies for support and pulled a cast

curtain rod down on her head.

Oh, my God!

What did you do?

I fainted.

Fortunately, our maid was thinking on
her feet and called for an ambulance.

See that? We can't even get floss to
stand on our feet.

At the hospital, we learned that Mrs.
Whittendale had a very rare blood type.

seems there was only one pint of
compatible blood in the entire city.

Imagine our surprise when we found out
that the donor was you, Jefferson.

Yeah, well, you know, I feel really
close to Mrs. Whittendale now.

Can I call her by her first name? No.

But we are both indebted to you.

Oh, George, isn't this wonderful?

You're a hero!

Oh, come on, Wheezy, I'm not a hero. All
I did was save the woman's life.

We realize that there is no way to repay
you for what you've done, but if you

can think of anything, I mean anything
at all, you just tell me.

Jefferson, the sky's the limit.

George, breathe.

The sky's the limit?

Oh, excuse me.

Hi, Mrs. Jefferson.

Thought I'd bring up the mail and save
you a trip. Oh, thank you, Ralph.

Mr. Whittendale, I didn't see you come
into the building. Well, he did, and

here, so get out.

How is Mrs.

Whittendale, sir? I hope she enjoyed
that assorted nut selection I sent to

hospital. Hart, you can't expect me to
compare what Jefferson did to a bag of

airline peanuts.

And what I did is not important.

It's not important?

Well, I'll tell you what he did. He did
something so minor, so insignificant, so

unimportant, that it's not even worth
your ear time. Bye, Ralph.

George, why wouldn't you let me tell
Ralph what you did?

Because I can't stand people worshipping
me.

I don't want to make you feel
uncomfortable, so I'll just be going.

Whittendale. You can make me feel as
uncomfortable as you want, okay?

Okay, what can I get for you? A drink?
Hors d 'oeuvres? Your checkbook?

Nothing right now. I really must be
getting to the hospital.

Oh, don't you feel well?

My wife is dead.

Oh, please give Mrs.

Whittendale our best wishes.

And tell her to give me a call if she
needs a quick pick -me -up.

And you think about what you want.

I'll drop by later to discuss the
details.

Remember, the sky's the limit.

Oh, George, for heaven's sakes. I'm
rich, Wheeze, I'm rich.

Now, don't get carried away.

Mr. Whittendale was very generous to
you.

Now, you shouldn't take advantage of
that.

Wheeze, I am surprised at you. The man's
wife is laying up in the hospital.

What kind of lowlife would take
advantage of a man in a situation like

Your own island, George!

What's wrong with an island? It's just
like a house, only wetter.

Well, can't you think of something a
little more reasonable?

Oh, we... Come on, okay.

How about a Rolls Royce Silver Spur?

Oh, don't be ridiculous.

What about a nice tie?

Or a new wallet?

Or... Yow!

That's the most beautiful car I've ever
seen.

And look, Weez, it comes with the color
TV, wet bar, mink carpeting. Oh, you

can't ask Mr.

Whittendale.

You think the mink carpeting is standard
or what?

And look, we also get a choice of a
move.

Oh, George, this is ridiculous.

We can't ask for something that costs so
much money.

Trust me, Weez.

I won't even ask him. I'll just casually
slip it into the conversation.

Mr.

Rosendale!

Good evening. I was on my way back from
the hospital and thought I'd stop in.

Well, how is Mrs. Whittendale doing?

Oh, splendid.

Splendid. Thanks to your husband here.

Well, you know what they say. A man's
blood is only as good as the person he

dumps it into.

Well, Jefferson, have you decided yet
how I can express my gratitude?

Well, actually, Mr. Whittendale, I
haven't really given it that much

How about one of these?

A Rolls Royce Silver Spur?

Oh, I'm so embarrassed.

Well, if that's all you want, it's
yours.

Breathe, wheeze, breathe.

With the moon roof and the mink car?

Money's no object.

After all the blood Jefferson donated
saved my wife's life.

Like I always say, Weas, all you need is
a pint of blood and a good, generous

heart to pump it through.

What do you want? We have to talk, Mr.
Jefferson, sir. Look, I don't have time.

I'm busy. It's rather important.

Look, if it's that important, it can
wait, right?

Excuse me.

I happen to overhear your conversation
with Mr. Whittendale, and I have just

thing to say. What is it? That's my
rose.

Look, Ralph, come on now. Don't get
excited.

Oh, no, sir. No, sir. One of your paltry
gratuities won't cut it now. Look,

Ralph, don't be difficult, okay? Look,
that's my blood in Mrs.

Whittendale, and that's my rose. Look,
well, I didn't want it. He's forcing the

car on me.

How can you take credit for something
that you didn't do? That's low, that's

despicable, that's my role.

Will you stop saying that?

We can make out a deal, right?

No. Okay, okay, I'll tell you what.
We'll split it 50 -50. I'll drive it,

park it. No. Okay.

I'll use it for six months and you use
it for six months.

That sounds more like it. But I get it
on weekends and holidays.

Wait a minute.

Why am I...

making a deal with you. All I have to do
is go in there, tell Mr. Whittendale

the truth, and then he'll know it's
mine.

Go ahead.

It's your word against mine. Who do you
think he's going to believe?

But it's my blood. But my name's on it.

Okay, 50 -50. But every time you get
behind that wheel, just remember one

That's my rose.

And I think we'll really get a lot of
youth out of this car phone.

Oh, hello, Ralph.

How nice to see you, Mrs. Jefferson. And
God bless you, Mr. Whittendale.

George, we are talking about color.

Now, I think this two -tone metallic
gray is simply stunning.

Oh, it's a perfect choice, Weasley.

If it were mine, I'd get it in white.
Anybody with taste prefers white.

Ralph, she's right. The metallic gray is
perfect.

Uh -huh. Mr.

Whittendale. Ralph.

That metallic was terrible, Weas.

But I like the gray.

Are you going to argue with this man's
taste?

Why don't I just write the check out to
you, Jefferson? You people can settle

these details later. Good choice.

Be sure to include tax and license.

Well, let's just round it off to an even
hundred thousand.

That's Jeff versus son with two Fs.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

This charade has gone far enough.

Ralph. I can't let him do this to you,
Mr. Whittendale. Ralph.

Jefferson is playing you for a sucker.
He paid me $50 to donate that blood in

his name. It was me who saved the life
of your wife, not him, me.

George, is this true?

He's delirious.

Look, he thinks he's a doctor and
everything.

Get out of here, Ralph. You're fired.
You haven't got the power, baby.

Jefferson. Is he telling the truth?

Well, I hate to speak philosophical,
sir, but you see, the truth as you know

the truth as I know it, or the truth...
George!

How could you?

I'll deal with you later, Jefferson.

Hart, this check is rightfully yours.

I know that, sir.

Get the door, Jefferson. It's annoying
me.

That's Ralph Hart.

H -A -R -T.

What can I do for you? I'm looking for
George Jefferson.

I'm George Jefferson.

No, you're not.

Jefferson's a weaselly little guy in a
doorman's uniform.

Oh, hi, Mr. Jefferson.

The man's obviously crocked. I'll eject
him forthwith.

I'm sober as a skunk.

You promised to give me $10 if I donated
blood in your name.

He's a lunatic.

Wait a minute.

You say this guy pays you $10 to donate
blood in his name?

No. I said he promised to pay me.

Where's my $10?

Heart.

This is going to mean big things for
you, son.

you a hot meal, then you and I are going
car shopping. Car shopping? Great.

I slept under a car once.

Well, Jefferson, it's been quite an
interesting day.

First, I was going to write you a check.
Now you are going to write me one.

Write you one, sir?

Yes, for that suit you ruined.

$2 ,000 should about cover it.

And that's Whittondale with two Ts.

Mr. Jefferson.

Easy come, easy go, huh?

So, this charade is over.

You ain't got the power, baby.

Get the door, Jefferson.

Oh, sir.

Have you ever read Sybil?

Allow me, sir.

I lost my call.

George. I can't believe you paid someone
to donate blood, and then you took the

credit just to get a reward.

I lost my car?

That's so low.

You know, for a while there, I was very
proud of you.

I lost my car? I... My husband's a hero.

He saves someone's life.

You know, for one minute there, I...
What?

Put a sock in it

Hmm.