All language subtitles for Bewitched.S05E09.Samantha.Fights.City.Hall.Imprint.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track5_[eng]

All right.
Come on.

Now, sweetheart, you run off
and have a good time, okay?

Okay.

Honey, remember.
No funny business.

- Okay, Mommy.
- Promise?

- Yes.
- All right. Go on.

Morning, Mrs. Gurney.
Ladies.

- Beautiful day, isn't it?
- Lovely.

I was just telling the girls.
I can't believe what's

happening to the price
of bacon these days.

And red onions...
don't forget the red onions.

I just don't even
buy them anymore.

So my salads
don't look so pretty.

I bet you can't.

I can too.

You can't.

I can.

I dare you.

I won't.

I double dare you.

No!

That proves you can't do it.

Tabatha, you promised.
No fooling around.

He dared me.

I don't care if you
get a zillion dares.

You slide down a slide.
You don't slide up a slide.

But he dared me.

No buts.

Now, promise. No more.

I promise.

All right.
Come on.

That's better.

Okay, Charlie,
let's start behind the fountain.

Okay, girls. I guess you're gonna
have to clear out of here for a while.

Why?
What's going on?

Little bit to the left, Charlie.

Uh.

Would, uh... Would you mind
telling us what's happening?

As of tomorrow,

this park
is officially closed.

Closed?

Okay. Raise
it a little, Charlie.

But why?

Lady, I don't know why.

Maybe it's so your kids won't
get in the way of the bulldozers

when they start levelin' off this
place for the shopping center.

What shopping center?

But this is a public park.

It says so, right on
that plaque over there.

"Dedicated to the city
by Colonel Nathan R. Mossier."

All I know is what
I read in the papers.

Seems like they had a little
dipsy down at city hall.

This ground was leased to the
city for one dollar a year.

And the city goofed. They
forgot to send in the dollar.

That's terrible.

That's life.

Young Mossier decided to take
back his grandfather's park

and turn it
into a shopping center.

But...

Charlie, let's move
to the second position.

Hmph.

Well, the park gone,
just like that.

It's outrageous.

They call it progress.

Well, it's wrong.
The kids need this park.

It's the only one
in the neighborhood.

There's no use
getting excited.

Like they say,
"You can't fight city hall."

Well, I don't care
what they say.

I'm going to fight,

just as soon
as I find out one thing.

What's that?

How do you fight city hall?

- Hi, sweetheart.
- Hi, darling.

Uh, can I fix
you a drink?

No, no, no.
I can fix it myself.

Uh, no, sweetheart,
I'll do it. I'll do it.

I-I want you in a nice,
relaxed mood when I... Oh-oh.

Oh-oh, what?

Oh-oh, the last time you
wanted me nice and relaxed

was just before you told me that your
mother had brought Tabatha a unicorn.

Darrin, I resent that.

So did I.

Sweetheart, what I'm trying
to tell you about

is very, very mortal.

It's so mortal, in fact,
that I don't understand it.

Okay, what is it?

Well, Tabitha and I
went to the park today,

and I found out
that starting tomorrow,

the park is going
to be replaced

with a shopping center.

Well, that's progress,
I guess.

That's what Mrs. Bentley said.

Oh.

Well, I think
it's disgraceful,

and I'm gonna do
something about it.

- Honey, relax!
- Yeah. Well, okay. But...

Now, listen to this. The city leased
that property for a dollar a year

and forgot to send the dollar.

Now doesn't that sound
peculiar to you?

Not really. Civic affairs are sometimes
made up of very mysterious arrangements.

Well, they are not
going to make this arrangement.

Don't you want Tabatha and the
other children to have that park?

Yes.

Then you admit it's wrong
to close the park.

Well, yes.

Then you'll help?

- I didn't say that.
- But you will?

Okay. Okay.

Good.
Now, what's the first step?

The first step?
Uh-huh.

Well,

I guess the first step would be
to make an appointment

with your councilman.

That's what Mrs. Gurney said.

And?

We have an appointment
with the councilman.

- Good.
- On Tuesday,

April 15,1997.

What?

At 2:30.

Come on, Sam.

Well, honey,
it might as well be.

His calendar's booked
up to six weeks in advance.

So, uh,
how about step two?

Well, if you can't see
your councilman,

I guess the next step is to
take your case to the people.

The people?

You know, organize.

Oh. You-You-You mean organize
a protest march or something?

Well, you have to be careful how
you go about it.

With picket signs
and all that stuff?

Now, just a minute, honey.

You're right.
I'm going to do it.

Why, there must be
a hundred mothers who feel

just as angry as I do
about losing that park.

They-They just need a leader.
Someone who'll fight

to the last blade of grass,

to the last grain of sand
in the sandbox.

Sam, it's just
Willow Street Park,

not Dunkirk.

I know. I know, but that's just
the way I feel.

It's a matter of principle,
a question of integrity.

You know,
I'm very proud of you. Oh?

Mm-hmm.

Most people accept things
just the way they are.

They sit around and hope somebody
else does something about it.

Do you know
something? Hmm.

You're a witch in a million. Oh!

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

I'm sorry,
but we are not moving,

- not one inch, are we, ladies?
- No.

We want our park,
so you get out of here now.

Ladies, please,
for the last time, okay?

Please move out of the way. You're
trespassing on private property.

All right, ladies,
close ranks.

Mrs. Stephens,
look this way.

That's it.
Look mad. Good.

Ladies, please! What do you
want me to do, lose my job?

You want me to lose my job.
Okay, okay. You've had it.

You've had it. That's it.
That's it. We're through.

Ready or not,
I'm goin' through. That's it.

You wouldn't dare!

Oh, yeah?

Just watch my dust, all right?

Okay, Jeff, follow me.

Nice and slow.

What the...

Looks like somebody somewhere
is on our side.

Uh, you
want me to call the cops?

No,
you better call the boss.

Let him sweat it out.
I've had it.

I've made enough
enemies down here,

let alone up there.

Here comes Mossier.
This'll be good.

Well, well, what's
going on here?

Got a little problem, have we?

Yes, I'll say we have.

Those mothers won't budge.

They say we have
no right to close the park.

Ah, well, they just don't know
all the facts.

- Who's the leader?
- Oh, uh, the blonde one in the middle.

Let me show you
how to handle this.

Oh. Good.

Hi, there. My name's
Harlan Mossier.

I'm the owner
of this property.

There seems to be a
little misunderstanding.

It could get bigger.

Now wait a minute.
I'm a family man myself.

I love kids.

Well, then, kindly ask these
gentlemen

to vacate the premises,

- and we'll all be happy.
- Yeah.

Give it to him, Samantha.

Hit him where it hurts.

Okay, boys. Let's call it a day.

You mean, you're giving up?
You're gonna let us have the park?

No, no, on the contrary.

I need time to get a court
injunction, which means...

if you persist in obstructing
these men tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna have each and
every one of you thrown in jail.

Now, if you'll pardon
me, I must be rushing on.

Nice chatting with you.

What are we
gonna do now?

We're gonna
keep right on picketing.

Didn't you hear? He said he's
gonna have us thrown in jail.

Yes, I know.
I know, but don't worry.

There's always step three.

What's that?

I don't know.
But I'll think of something.

Darrin, you old
son of gun, we've done it again.

This Easy Way Rent-A-Car
presentation is a masterpiece.

Just don't hog all the credit
this time, huh, Larry?

Let's make it 50-50
right down the line.

Done. I'll even
go you one better, Darrin.

If H.B. doesn't like it,
it's all yours.

I wonder where he is?
It isn't like him to be late.

Must be him now.

Yes? Good.

Send him on in.

Now remember,
all smiles.

That's how happy we are
about our presentation.

- Thank you.
- Come in. Come in, H.B.

You know Darrin Stephens.

Oh, yes, Stephens.

I'm sorry to be late, gentlemen.

I had some unpleasant business
to attend to.

Oh, sorry to hear that.
Everything all right I hope?

Oh, yes.
I saw to that.

Can you imagine? A bunch of
women were picketing the site

of my new shopping center.

We never should've
given them the vote.

[Mossler] Troublemakers, that's what
they are, carrying picket signs.

Like I always say, give the housewives
all those modern appliances,

and they have more time on their
hands than they know what to do with.

Right, Darrin?

Mmm?

Oh, uh, yes.

Yes, indeedy.

Sam?

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, darling.

How goes the battle?

You're not gonna believe
what happened today.

Oh, I think I will.

It's not all good.

I'll believe that too.

Well, what happened was...

we won today's battle, but tomorrow,
the war may get a little sticky.

Oh?

The owner of the property

said he's gonna
get an injunction.

And if we show up tomorrow, he
gonna have us all thrown in jail.

Can he do that?

I was afraid
that might happen.

There's only one thing to do.

Stay in there
and fight, right?

Wrong!

I suggest an immediate
and strategic retreat.

I refuse to be intimidated.
I'm gonna keep right on going.

You're gonna keep right
on going, all right, to jail!

I don't care. And now that
I have whipped up my courage,

I think I'll finish
whipping up dinner.

Uh...

I know, honey. It's an
admirable cause, admirable.

But the fact remains...
the city goofed,

and there's nothing
anyone can do about it.

You women are trespassing
on private property.

Darrin, I told you. I am
perfectly willing to go to jail,

if that's
what it takes.

Sweetheart.

You've got to look
at the whole picture.

Step back and look
at the big canvas.

Huh?
A lot of people stand to

benefit from
a shopping center.

And let's not forget,
the city has a budget problem.

It needs all the property taxes
it can collect.

Darrin,
what's gotten into you?

You're the one that told me I should
stand up for my principles no matter what.

Yes, of course,
and it still goes!

Except that,
every once in a while,

a bigger principle comes along
that's even more important.

Like what?

Like the principle of

providing food and shelter
for one's loved ones.

Darrin, how about telling me
what you're not telling me?

Sam, do you happen to know
who, uh, Harlan Mossler is?

Yes.

He's a very selfish man.

If he is,
it's his hobby.

He makes his living as the
owner of Easy Way Rent-A-Car,

one of McMann and Tate's
biggest clients.

What does that got to do
with the shopping center?

He's also the owner
of the SavMost Market chain.

Oh, good.

I'm glad you told me.

I thought you would be.

Now I can tell my fellow
protesters not to shop there.

And then there's
another thing... I thought

we dropped the subject.

Now, Sam, you listen
to me. It's no use.

My mind is made up.

I forbid you to go down
to that park tomorrow!

Hypocrite.

Sorehead!

Sam?

Sam, are you in the kitchen?

Oh, look, Sam.
Enough...

"Breakfast on table. Aunt
Hagatha babysitting in nursery."

"I'm at the park sitting
in front of a bulldozer." Over.

"Down With Hypocrites."

Good morning, Darrin.

And don't give me that

"Larry, what are you
doing here?" Routine.

Larry, what are you doing here?

Then you haven't seen
the morning paper?

No. Uh, why?
Look for yourself.

I underlined the part
that says,

"The leader and organizer"

"is Mrs. Darrin Stephens."

[Larry] Well?

Well, I must say...

Sam takes an excellent picture.

Is that all you can say?

Your wife is biting
the hand that feeds us,

and all you can say is she
takes an excellent picture?

Oh, come on, Larry!
So Sam's all fired-up about

something that's
important to any mother.

It'll blow over.

Sure, it will.

What's Sam trying to do,
put us out of business?

Larry, take it easy.
Even if Mossler sees the paper,

he's not gonna
read the fine print.

Maybe that's Sam now.

Hello?

Stephens.
This is Harlan Mossler.

I've just been looking
at the morning paper.

Oh, hi, there, Mr. Mossler.

Yes,
I know all about it.

Let me talk to him.

Uh-huh.

Oh, hi, H.B.

Larry Tate here.

Oh, I was just dropping by
to pick Darrin up.

Uh, what seems
to be the problem?

What's that?
No, I had no idea.

Samantha Stephens?

Furthermore, she's right
back at it this morning.

Now, Tate, all I've got to say is
there'd better be an explanation.

Don't worry
about a thing, H.B.

Stephens is on his way
out the door right now.

Says who?

Now, now, now, Darrin.
No offense.

Look, I'm married
to a real nut myself.

- Larry! Let's not get personal!
- Now, now, now, now, now, now.

You know what I mean.

Sam's so upset about losing
a little neighborhood park

that she doesn't realize she's
standing in the way of progress.

She should step back, take
a look at the overall picture.

After all, a lot of people stand
to benefit from a shopping center.

That's just what I told Sam.

There, you see?
Then we agree.

Oh, no, we don't.

But you just said that...

When I said that to Sam,

I didn't like the sound of it.

And when I hear it from you,
I like it even less!

If knocking down a park for
a shopping center is progress,

I'm a monkey's uncle!

Watch it, Darrin.
With those long arms,

you're leaving yourself
wide open.

I don't care.
I'm going down there.

Attaboy! Now, you're talking.

I'll say I am!

I'm going to give Sam
all the moral support I can,

late as it is!

First,
I'll get dressed.

Uh, Mrs. Stephens? Your, uh,
husband'll be here in a few moments.

Oh? And if he's not man
enough to handle his wife's...

obstinate behavior, then
he's not man enough to handle

my advertising account.

That's blackmail!

No, that's sound business.

Hi, honey.
Uh, Mr. Mossler. Uh, ladies.

Stephens, if you two would like to
chat, I'll give you exactly one minute.

He can do it
in 30 seconds.

Darrin, you don't have to say a
word. I've decided to back down.

Oh, no, you're not! You're
gonna stay right here and fight!

Huh?

Stephens, is this some
kind of monstrous joke?

What are you doing?

Like the sign says,

"Happy Children
Mean A Happy Tomorrow."

Stephens, that does it.

Yes, Stephens.
As of this moment,

you are no longer
with McMann and Tate.

Fine!
That's just fine with me.

I'm sorry, Sam. Nothing personal,
but business is business.

Right, H.B.? Right is
right and wrong is wrong,

and never the twain... Oh,
Tate, will you stop babbling?

Right. I'm with you, H.B.
We've said enough already.

M-Mr. Mossler, before
you do anything drastic,

I'd like to ask you
one question.

What's that?

Your grandfather there,
the one who said,

"Happy Children Mean
A Happy Tomorrow,"

what do you think he'd say
if he knew you were

closing this park
for your own selfish gain?

Forget it, honey.
You can't reach him.

Now, wait a minute, Darrin.

I-I want to hear what
Mr. Mossler has to say.

Really, Mrs. Stephens. Whatever my
grandfather may say is irrelevant.

I'm not surprised
at you, Harlan.

I guess it's my fault,
because I gave you too much.

Sam, what's the
matter with him?

I guess
he's thinking it over.

Did you see that?

See what?

What?

What's the matter, H.B.?

Nothing.

The sun must be
hotter than I think.

You were a spoiled brat
as a child,

and now you're a greedy,
spoiled brat as a man.

Don't you hear anything?

No.

Hey, stand up straight
when I'm talkin' to you!

Are you all right, H.B.?

Yes.

I've been thinking
about these fine ladies,

and their fine children,

and the need for this park
that my grandfather...

so graciously donated. I
was thinking about that too.

Mrs. Stephens. Ladies.
I have reconsidered this matter.

And in the tradition of the late
Colonel Nathan "Ramrod" Mossler,

although it costs me
great personal loss,

I hereby rededicate this park to
the children of this community.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Think of the mileage we can
get out of the publicity.

Oh, Tate, will you shut up?

Mr. Mossler,
somehow I always knew

that deep down you were
a Mossler through and through.

And, Stephens, I hereby
award you, personally,

all the advertising accounts
of Mossler Enterprises.

Oh, thank you, sir.

If you'll excuse me, ladies.
I have to run now.

Let's go!

We won! You did it!

Well, welcome back
to McMann and Tate.

Oh, I don't know, Larry.

With the entire
Mossler account,

I could start
my own agency.

Oh, I only said

that you were no longer
with us in the hope that

Mossler would realize what
a selfish stand he was taking.

Uh, Larry. Would you
like to explain that?

No.

Okay, Larry,
everything's back to normal.

Thanks to you,
you son of a gun.

Hey, you-you know, uh,

I-I wonder what came over him
to make him change his mind?

I wonder.

Me too.

Honey?
Oh.

Sam, what's the matter?

Oh.

Nothing.
It was just the sun.

Must be hotter than I think.