All language subtitles for Good Times s05e20 Willona the Other Woman

Good times, anytime you need a payment.
Good times, anytime you need a break.

Good times, anytime you're up and under.

Not getting hassled, not getting
hustled.

Keeping your head up for water.

Making a way when you can.

Temporary layoffs. Good times, easy
credit ripoffs. Good times,

scratching and...

I told you about eating Thelma's
cooking.

What was it, Michael?

Die. Live and let die.

What? Michael, I said die.

No, sugar, you said live.

He said he had to unclog your kitchen
sink.

Miss Bookman, that sink's not clogged.
Yeah, and even if it was, Bookman

wouldn't fix it. We would.

My dear, anyone can use Drano.

Yeah, but around here, we got something
more powerful than Drano.

All we do is hang Thelma's picture over
the drain and the clog comes away.

We call it Thelmo.

Yes, and when it's really clogged up, we
have to use the snake. So we send JJ

down there personally.

So you have no idea where Nathan is?

Uh -uh. But we'll give him a message if
we think.

Yeah, what should we tell him?

Tell him... Or,

uh, how do we spell that?

What's wrong?

I can't tell you.

It's too personal, too intimate, too
painful.

Started about a month ago.

Nathan started going out almost every
evening. He told me he was working, but

he's never where he's supposed to be.

So I guess the answer is obvious.

My Nathan is seeing another woman.

Another woman?

I can't imagine seeing Bookman with
another woman.

Another Buffalo.

What JJ meant was, you know, Mr. Bookman
with another woman.

That's impossible.

Then why did he tell me he was coming
here tonight?

And why did he leave the house without
his tool belt?

I've never known him to work without it.
He even wore it on our honeymoon.

Maybe he just took in a movie, you know?

Yeah, even Bookman needs a change in his
daily routine. He gets tired of

sleeping all day.

go to the movies. He says they don't
stimulate him intellectually.

Intellectually? Hold on, we talking
about the same Mr. Bookman?

It's all my fault.

I'm just not Nathan's equal when it
comes to the brains department.

After all, a man gets tired of coming
home to just a beautiful face and figure

every day.

I'm sure that's an explanation. I mean,
I just can't imagine Bookman with

another woman on the side.

Don't be too sure of yourself. There's
more to Nathan than meets the eye.

If there was any more to Mr. Bookman,
he'd be at 51st State.

Well, when Mr. Bookman comes home, he
can explain the whole thing to you, and

all your worries will be over.

Sweet Thelma, you're probably right.

Nathan, cheat on me.

Never.

Oh, I feel so much better. Thank you so
much, everyone.

Hi, Vi.

Hi. You know, there's so many things
that need to be done around here. Where

Booger?

What is she crying about?

I always call him Booger.

Hi, baby.

Listen, what's going on? What's
happening with Brooklyn?

Well, she thinks Mr. Bookman has a chick
on the side.

What?

Whatever that is.

Hold on.

Bookman's been sticking out lately, and
Mrs. Bookman thinks he's seeing another

woman. Oh!

Ecstasy. The connoisseur of amour.

I think Bookman is attracted to someone
directly opposite of him.

Directly opposite of Booker?

out at night doesn't mean he's cheating
on his wife.

You're right.

Ain't no point in accusing nobody
falsely.

You don't remember Ray, my ex -husband?
Oh, yeah, Ray.

Yeah, he used to go out at night.

But I wasn't worried.

I wasn't confused. I trusted him.

You wonder what he was really doing?

Seeing another woman.

Oh, my goodness. J .J., we just cannot
let Mrs. Bookman go through that.

Then why don't we ask Mr. Bookman where
he goes?

Oh, no, honey, it's dangerous.

Askin' a dude if he got another woman on
the side.

He could go berserk and go up beside
your head.

Or break your face. Yes, I mean. Or rip
off your lip.

Do I have to go next door?

Now, I told you that Bookman and I have
a little talk to do today, and it's kind

of personal.

Are you going to ask him if he has a
girlfriend?

Oh, I'm going to ask him, but not just
like that, bluntly. You know what I

It wouldn't be nice.

Then how are you going to do it? Well,
I'm going to be clever.

I'm going to use tact and psychology.

The same kind of psychology I used to
discover that you were the one that ate

the last piece of blueberry pie.

You're going to open his mouth and see
if his teeth are purple.

You ain't funny. Get out of here. Go on,
get your game and go.

Say hi and goodbye, young lady.

Hi, pretty.

Sorry I can't stay, Mr. Bookman, but I
got to go to the oven.

So Mama can talk personal with you.

Well, Miss Woods, what is this life and
death emergency that can't wait for me

to put you on my list?

It wasn't no emergency, man.

You mean you're wasting my valuable
time?

Well, I had to think of something to get
you up here by yourself.

Uh, Miss Woods, I gotta go. Oh, come on,
baby.

Come on, relax.

Sit down. We got the whole night ahead
of us.

We do?

Uh -huh.

You know what?

All these years we've known each other,
we never really talked.

But now all that's gonna change.

It is?

That's why I sent Penny over.

To be effing so we could be biased up,
have a little privacy.

I knew I splashed on too much brute.

Sit down, please.

Relax.

Have a little one.

a little bit for me.

Oh, Miss Wood. Yeah?

You know, I'm a married man.

I shouldn't be fooling around like this.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Oh, no, we're not.

Miss Wood, look.

This may break your heart.

Listen to me, please.

But it's too late for us.

It's only five after seven.

I mean, it's too late for us to have a
flame.

A what?

I can't...

I can't blame you for trying.

You know, Miss Woods, in a building full
of lonely women,

I guess the janitor's just a sex object.

Of course, if it's any consolation, if
we'd have met 20 years ago... Get your

hands off me!

Like I told you, a building full of
lonely women.

Ain't nobody that lonely, honey.

I asked you up here, Booger, because
you're my friend, and I'm just trying to

help you save your marriage. What are
you talking about? There ain't nothing

wrong with my marriage. When's the last
time you looked?

Honey, last night, Miss Booger was
knocking on everybody's door looking for

Hey, come on. Violet already hassled the
beans out there. Don't you do it, Miss

Woods. All Violet wants to know is where
you're going every... Why don't you

tell her so she can stop climbing the
walls, man?

Look, she knows where I am. There ain't
nothing to be upset about. Yes, there

is. Listen, sit down here. The one thing
I want to... She's dead now. Oh, now,

wait a minute.

I can't go out like this.

Good. You ought to stay home sometime.

Look, Miss Woods, do me a favor, please.
Can you take your thing out?

Oh, you want me to do you a favor?

I'll put you on the list like you do me.

Please. Oh, okay, okay. Take your pants
off.

What?

I said take your pants off. Where am I
supposed to go?

Go into the bathroom. Take off your
pants so I can clean them.

What you doing wearing your Sunday suit
in the first place? You a janitor, don't

you know that?

Don't mind that, Miss Woods. Please get
to stay. I got an appointment in 20

minutes. Oh, what kind of appointment?

That's a lie.

There's a window in that bathroom that's
been sealed up so long that my daughter

thinks it's a painting.

what it looks like. You know, you know
what happened.

Booger came up. I gave him a glass of
wine. He spilled it on his pants. I was

trying to clean it off. You gotta
understand. You gotta believe. You don't

believe nothing I'm saying.

Talk to her.

Talk to her.

Oh, don't bother to get dressed on my
account.

I'm only your wife.

I was just trying to help you out. I was
trying to find out where your husband

goes at night. Well, it seems to me it's
obvious where he goes at night.

Obvious?

For you to think he and me... Girl, that
is ridiculous.

All right.

Where do you go then, Nathan?

Where?

Where, where, where? Nothing. Tell her.

Okay, Violet, you found me out.

I'm seeing Miss Woods.

What are you talking about, sucker?

Why, he's lying through his teeth. I
mean, he is lying. Oh, yeah?

Then whose pants was in whose hands?

Hey, Byron, look, we'll both laugh about
this when we get home. Well, you better

start laughing now, because this is as
close to home as you're going to get.

I couldn't think of another lie.

You couldn't think of another lie?

Well, how about the truth?

Couldn't be any worse than what you
already told us, Father. I'm concerned.

Hey, look, that's my problem, not yours.
What do you mean, fatso?

You just made it my problem.

Oh, what's going on around here?

Either Miss Bookman is crying or the
rats and roaches start yorling.

Jay, Violet thinks she knows who the
other woman is.

Who? Me.

What? Yeah.

That's what El Casanova told her.

And she believed him? She kicked me out.
I ain't got no place to stay. You got

that right, honey.

That's, uh, too bad, Bookman. Okay,
goodbye.

Wait a minute, JJ.

My man, old buddy. Look here.

I don't want you to worry about me being
out in the cold at night. Because as I

see it, I got one or two places I can
stay.

Oh, yeah?

What's number one?

Number one is the apartment where the
Evans family lives.

No way, Jose.

Brooklyn, you better come up with number
two.

Number two is the apartment where the
Evans family used to live.

JJ, how long is Brooklyn going to be
staying here?

I guess until Violet's convinced that...

Well, Luna is not his girlfriend.

That could be forever.

Damn, with all this junk laying around
here, don't be surprised if you find

plaster of Paris in your pancakes.

Dumb with the way you cook, it wouldn't
make any difference.

Hi.

I see Sleeping Beauty is still sleeping.

Don't you miss your wife?

Yeah, I guess I miss her. So why don't
you tell her?

I don't miss her that much.

Bookman, whatever you've been doing
lately can't be too important that

jeopardizing your marriage.

Not to mention my reputation.

You know, the word is out that you and I
got something going on.

Can you imagine?

I'm getting all these strange phone
calls.

Other offers?

No, condolences.

Oh, look, Mr. Woods, you know, I hate to
put you through this, but... I just

can't tell you anything now. I'm sorry.
Thanks a lot.

Well, Wilona, don't say you didn't try.

I'll see y 'all later. Okay, baby.

You know, Wilona, I had a terrible
thought.

Suppose Bookman is not seeing another
woman, but he's doing something illegal.

Illegal?

Like pushing pot?

That belly of pot's the only thing he
could push.

Excuse me. I was told I could find
Nathan Bookman here.

Well, he is here, but he's busy now.

In the meanwhile, would you like to take
a little plunge?

Well, I just stopped by to bring him his
sweater. He left it in my room last

night.

Wait, wait, wait. He left his sweater in
your room last night? Well, I think it

was last night, because the night before
that, he wasn't wearing one.

Lord have mercy.

Well, see, you're the one he's been
seeing.

Of course.

Well... Jeff, give him his sweater.

Hey, what about some hot water here?
Somebody should call a janitor.

Hello, Nathan.

Hello, Brenda.

Brenda!

I brought your sweater.

Oh, well, thanks. I'm sorry you can't...
Hey, hold it, hold it, honey.

That's your little southern hospitality
around here.

That's all I get to know a little
better. I think Violet would like to

young lady here. No, no, she really
can't stay.

Thank you, but I really must be on my
way, and I'll see you tonight.

One more thing.

Uh, your mind didn't seem to be on your
work last night, Nathan.

You'll do better by next week.

Yeah, I will, I will.

After all, as your teacher, I want you
to be ready for the test.

Test? What test?

Good Lord, it's getting late. You better
go. The high school equivalency test.

Nathan is going to get his diploma.

Aren't you, Nathan?

Yeah. See you tomorrow, Brenda.

Is that what this is all about?

Oh, Booger, you're getting your high...
Oh, going to night school.

Yeah, Bookman, what's wrong with going
to night school?

And the way that teacher look, I
wouldn't mind matriculating with her

Bookman, why were you afraid to tell
your wife?

You guys don't understand.

Oh, you can talk to her.

Will someone tell Mr.

Bookman that the soon -to -be ex -Mrs.
Bookman is announcing their legal

separation?

Hey, Violet, you wouldn't. I wouldn't,
and I'm getting a Mexican divorce.

You going to Tijuana?

No. My attorneys are Gomez and Gonzalez.

Don't let her do this, Booger. Tell her,
stop her. Come on, tell her the truth.

Hey, um, Violet, you really want to know
what I've been doing nights?

If you care to tell me.

Go on, go on.

Well, I've been, um, I've, uh, um...
I've been working as a topless

Wait a minute, Violet, wait.

Are you going to tell her the truth, ma
'am?

Okay, I'll tell you.

Nathan... No, shut up. I'm going to tell
him.

Nathan has been going to night school to
get his high school diploma.

His high school diploma. That's right.

I dropped out of school when I was in
11th grade to go to work.

I've been going to night school.

Well, why did you lie, Nathan?

Because... Okay, Violet, when I first
met you, I wanted you more than anything

in the world.

And when a guy wants something that bad,
he'll do anything to get it.

I found out that you were impressed by
college men, so I became a college man.

Then why did you decide to go back to
school?

Reverend Jesse Jackson.

I was watching him on one of those talk
shows.

And he was talking about Operation Push.

I stood there and I took a long look at
myself.

Here I am, 43 years old.

I ain't accomplished nothing.

I mean, it seemed like it was too late.

But it isn't violent.

I'm going back to high school. I'm going
to get my high school diploma. I'm

going to make something out of myself.

Well, now you know the truth. You can go
to...

Gomez and Gonzalez and get El Divorce
over.

Nathan, I'm not getting the divorce.

Why not? I mean... I married you, after
all. I married you under false

pretenses. Nathan, any kid can drop out
of high school.

But it takes a real man to go back.

Nathan, I'm proud of you now than I've
ever been.

Dear sweet Walona, I'm so terribly sorry
for all of this.

Can you forgive me?

Bye. Fine.

Mr. Woods, bye. Sorry, I am too.

Hey, hold on there, bro man.

What about that hot water? You're
supposed to fix that.

Uh, my Nathan?

Practically a high school graduate doing
manual labor?

Just looking out of the window Watching
me ask for love

Thinking how

times as videotape in front of a studio
audience.