All language subtitles for The.Golden.Boys.2008.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-Monkee

Zeb!

Jerry has--
excuse the expression--
clam fritters!

I'm not eating them alone!
Come on.

Lorenzo.

Here, kitty.

Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty,
kitty, kitty, kitty!

Yeah! There you go!

They got to be the worst
clam fritters I ever ate.

Is that so?

Even Lorenzo thinks so.

Ain't no worse than that goose
you cooked last week.

Even my stomach
still gets upset
just thinking about it.

Well, I promised John Bartlett

I'd take his,
cranberry barrels

up to him, so...

you two can match coins

to see who's going to
wash the dishes.

I won't do them.

Blessed if I'd
do the darn things

if Teddy Roosevelt
hisself asked me to.

Where's my hat?

I can't find anything
in this mess.

I suppose you fellers think

I'm going to do them
all the time.

Well, if you think that,
you're mistook. I ain't!

Aw, this--
this just don't work.

It don't work.

What don't work?

This plan of ours.

I thought not going to sea,

settling down
with you sailors,

living on the cheap
was going to be the ticket.

It was going to be fine.
But it ain't.

I mean, I don't mind
doing my share of the work.

You know,
swabbing the deck, and--

But, I mean, that's not
the way it worked out.

I'm doing the work!
I'm just so sick of this!

I'm sick
of living in a pigpen!

Well, now,

I'll tell you what.

This craft...

needs a steward.

A steward.

Or a woman!

A woman?

Yeah.

I'm not kidding.
A woman.

We could use a housekeeper.

Nobody's talking
about a housekeeper.

I'm talking about a woman.

This house needs a woman!

It's simple.

One of us
has to get married.

Married?Married.

And take the other two
as boarders into his house.

Look, when a shipwrecked crew
is starving,

one of them has to be sacrificed
for the good of the rest.

One of us
has to get married

for the good
of the other two.

Well, that's
pretty good, Perez.

So...

you going to be
the first offering?

If it's my luck, yes.

But I had this idea

maybe we'd match for it
like we do for the dishes.

Well, I don't know.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't you
just marry,

Melissy Busteed.

She's awful sweet on you.

No, you don't.
She is the town gossip.

She's already buried
two husbands,

and I ain't looking
to be the third.

Where you going to find
this wife?

Well, sir,

I'm about to show you.

The Nuptial Chime,

a journal of matrimony.

Chock-full
of advertisements

from women
who wants husbands.

Well,

seems to be a strong running

for,
"vivacious brunettes,"

and over here,
"blondes of tender

and romantic dispositions."

So, Mr. Perez,

which one of these types

are you suffering for?

Why don't you hush up?

You really think that I
would write anyone in there?

What we have to do

is make our own
advertisement.

Say exactly what kind
of woman we want

and then sit back
and wait for the answers.

Simple.

What do you think
about this, Jerry?

Well, seems like a good idea.

We got to do something,

and that's
the only sensible thing.

So you have to do it.

Yes, you do.

We agreed to stick together.

Two-to-one's a vote.
So you got to do it.

We'll match for it.

Come on, Zeb.

Ain't going to mutiny,
are you?

All right.

I'll stick with the ship.

Heads.

Heads.

Tails.

Well, there it is.

Well...

don't feel bad...

Jerry.

There it is.

It's Providence.

Me and Perez
are bachelors.

We'd just be
green hand.

You're
an able seaman.

You already know

what it is
to manage a wife.

Dang it to hell.

I know what it is

to be managed by a wife.

Hey!
Here's Captain Zeb.

Well, Cap'n,
how's she heading?

Well,
I'd say pretty much

northeast by north.

Running fair,

but watch out
for some wind ahead.

I calculate you ain't
heard the news yet, Zeb.Yeah?

Web Saunders has got his
original package license.

Come on the noon mail.

Is that a fact?I seen it myself.

Web was
showing it around.

We was wondering
what kind of fit

John Bartlett
would have now.

He's been
pretty nigh distracted

ever since Web started
his billiard room,

calling it a haunt, a sin,
and a whole lot more names.

And when he hears
that Web's going to sell rum,

why, that's going to
set him off real good.

Morning.Morning, Zeb.

Excuse me!

Whoa, Daniel.

I'm afraid I'm mixed
in my directions.

A gentleman
at the train depot

told me the way
to the cable station.

But I've forgotten

whether I
turn to the left

once I reached here
or to the right.

How was you
calculating to get there?

I intended to walk.

Did you tell those fellas
at the depot

that, you were going
to try to walk?

Certainly.
One thing
they forgot to tell you

is,

the station's out
on the outer beach.

There's about a half a mile
of pretty wet water

between here and there.

You don't mean it.I do.

Unless, of course, there's
been an almighty drought

since I was at the house.

I tell you what.

I'll give you a ride
down to the shore

and find
somebody to row you over.

Here.
Give me your flipper.

There you go.

Thank you.-

Come on, Daniel.

My name is Hedge.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. Hedge.

My name's Hazeltine.

Yeah.
You're the new engineer

for the cable station.

All educated, I hear.

Whole town's,
been expecting you.

Is that right?

Who told you?

Well, I can't say for sure,

but, Melissy Busteed
got a hold of the information,

and from there on,
it's plain sailing.

You see,
Chatham's not big enough
to have its own newspaper.

Come on, boy.

So,

the Almighty gave us Melissy,
I guess,

as a sort of a substitute.

You, play pool,
Mr. Hazeltine?

Sure. Sometimes.

Yeah. Come on, Daniel.

Good boy.

John.

This is Mr. Hazeltine.

He's the new man
at the cable station.

Mr. Hazeltine, this is
my friend John Bartlett.

Captain John Bartlett.Nice to meet you, sir.

So I brought those barrels
up for you.

Thanks, Zeb.

I'll probably be up
sometime tomorrow.

I want to talk to you
about that--

billiard room business.

God Almighty's got
his eye on that place

and on them
that's running it.

Well, then,
it's in good hands,

and we won't have to
worry, do we?

Boy, am I
glad to see you.

First of all,

how do you spell
"conscientious"?

I don't.

What would you want
to spell it for?

We've writ about 400
of these advertisements,

and ain't one of them
fit to feed a pig.

Perez has got
such fancy notions

that only a circus bill
would make him feel happy.

I don't see why we can't have
something plain and simple

like, "Woman needed
to wash dishes

and clean house
for three men."

Why wouldn't that
be all right?

That's really
going to get you

an answer from a woman
in a hurry, isn't it?

"Woman to wash dishes
for three men"?

You think
that that's a bait

to get you a wife?

Come on! You got to
do better than that.

You got to be-- I don't know--
soft-soap them,

a little more high-toned, sir.

You got to make them think
that you're a catch!

I am a great catch,

like you're talking about.

Pass me that pen.

Wife wanted

by ex-seafaring man...

of...

steady habits.

Willing to work

and keep house

shipshape...

and, aboveboard.

No sea lawyers

need apply.

Address...

"Skipper."Good.

I liked that bit
about sea lawyers.

It'll keep the loose-tongued
ones away.

Well, Jerry.

Now all you have to do

is pick yourself out a wife

and tell us what you want
for a wedding present.

A divorce.

Mighty sharp buggy, Web.

Good day to you, gentlemen.

Nice weather.

Good for picking
them cranberries, I hear.

Slick. Slick.

Now that he got
that rum-selling license,

he'll be purring
just like a cat.

I'm all right with cats,
but,

there's something
about a cat man.

Why, how do you do,
Captain?
Mrs. Small.

What a surprise
to see you here.

I swear if you ain't been
a stranger.

Ezekial, get up and give
Captain Hedge your chair.

No. No, no.

Don't go to all that trouble,
Mrs. Small.

I'll just sit
over there on the sofie
with Captain Bartlett.

Hey, John.Hey, Zeb.

I didn't expect
to see you here.

I'm glad, though.

Every God-fearing man
in this town

has need to be
on his knees this day.

Have you heard
about it?

Captain John is talking about
that rum-selling license

Web Saunders has got.

Ain't it awful?

How you doing,
Melissy?

Yes, of course.
Hello, Captain.

And how
is Captain Perez?

He's just dandy.

He always has
a kind word for you.

Anyway,
I says to Prissy Rend

"There is going to be
a judgment on this town,

sure as you're
a living woman," says I.

And she says,
"You are right, Melissy."
And then I says--

Shh!

We are blessed this day

to have with us
the Reverend Perley

to lead us in the meeting.

Amen!

Brothers and sisters,

here we are, a-kneeling
at the altar's foot.

And what's going on outside?

Why, the devil's got
his clutches in our midst.

The horn of the wicked
is exalted.

They're selling rum--
rum in this town!

The people of Chatham
have been slow-footed
in the Lord's vineyard.

I tell you,
brothers and sisters,

God has given us a task
to perform.

And what have we
done with it?

We sat still

and let the devil
have his way.

And now the grip of Satan
is tighter on the town

than it ever was before.

Do you think that
that hellhole down yonder

is going to shut up
because we talk about it
at meeting?

You think Web Saunders
is going to quit selling rum

because we say he ought to?

Do you think God is going
to walk up to that door

and nail it up himself?

No, sir!

He don't work that way!

We've talked and talked,
and now it's time to do!

Ain't there anybody here

that feels a call?

Ain't there axes
to chop with

and fire to burn?

I tell you, brothers,
we've waited long enough.

And I, old as I am,

am ready.

Lord, here I am.

Here I--
Ooh!

Play, sister.

Okay, here we go.

Zeb,

do you believe

that man's law

ought to be allowed
to interfere with God's law?

Well, in most cases,

it's been my judgment
that it pays

to steer close
to both of them.

Suppose God called you

to break man's law

and keep his.

What would you do?

Well, I guess,

the first thing would be
to make sure

that it really was the Almighty
that was calling.

Let me help you aboard,
Captain.

Maybe there just ain't
no interest in having

a seafaring man
of steady habits.

Jerry, it's just exactly
like I told you.

27 letters in all.

Here's my favorite.

Well--

Nifty writing.

"Mr. Skipper, sir,

"I saw your advertisement
in the paper

"and think perhaps
you might suit me.

"Please answer these questions
by return mail:

"What is your
religious belief?

"Do you drink liquor?

"Are you a profane man?

"If you want to,

"you might send me
your real name

and a photograph."

Photograph? The only one I got
is a cracked one

from my first marriage.

It's turning yellow.

Will you please
let the man finish?

Thank you, Perez.

"If I think
you will suit,

maybe
we can sign articles."

"Yours truly,
Martha B. Snow,

Nantucket, Massachusetts."

She, sure don't
mince words, do she?

You know what I like
about it most?

The shipshape way
she puts it.

You know what I like

is that part
about signing articles,

like she was signing on
to a voyage.

Seems to be exactly
what we're looking for.

Well, I don't know.
What's the hurry?

I mean, next batch
of letters

are liable to have one
that's much better.

In the meantime,
this house keeps looking

like the fo'c'sle
on a cattle boat.

You know, Jerry,

I don't really see how
you could do much better.

Go ahead, you know.
Do what you like.

I'm only a devilish fool
that's got to take in boarders
and get married.

That's all the hell I am.

Excuse me.

Be careful.

Right there it says,

"Are you profane?"

You fellas are enough
to make a preacher cuss.

Well, go ahead
and write her,

but I'm giving you
fair warning.

I ain't going to have her
if she don't suit.

I ain't going
to marry a skeleton

and crawl into bed
with a bag of bones.

Zeb.

We did not open it.Aha.

We felt all hands
should be on deck

before we did anything
that important.

Hurry up and open it
before he messes his pants.

Please!

Thanks, Perez.

"Captain Jeremiah Burgess.

"Sir,

"I like your looks well enough,

"though it don't pay to put
too much dependence on looks,

"as nobody knows
better than me.

"Besides, I judge
that picture you sent

"was took quite a spell ago.

"Anyway, you look honest,

"and I am willing
to risk money enough

"to carry me
to Chatham and back,

"though the dear land knows

"I ain't got none
to throw away.

"If we don't agree
to sign articles,

"I suppose likely
you will be willing

"to stand half the fare.

"That ain't
any more than right,
the way I look at it.

"I shall come to Chatham
on the noon train Thursday.

"Meet me at the depot.

Yours truly, Martha B. Snow."

And there's a postscript.

"I should've liked it better

"if you was a Methodist,

"but we can't have everything

just as we want it
in this world."

She sure don't waste
no time, does she?

She's pretty prompt,
I'll sure say that for her.

Is that all you've got to say

after getting me
in this scrape?

Don't go on
your beam-ends, Jerry.

There ain't no harm done yet.
Ain't no harm done?

I don't know
nothing about her.

She might be 100 years old,
for all I know.

And she's coming down here
on the forenoon

to marry me by main force,

and you expect me
to marry a Methodist?

Now, hold on!I'm a pilgrim!

Hold on!

Jerry, I like the way

the woman's
got it put together.

She's got sense.

You can't just sell her
a cat in a bag.

A cat in a bag?

Well, I don't know
what you mean by that.

You had me doing all this
at a flip of a coin,

and then I'm going to have to
pay her fare, too?

If she comes down here

and signs articles,
like she says in here,

we all are going to be paying
a lot more than just fares.

And I agree with him.

This woman
has a lot of sense.

And you, sir,

will be going to the depot

as well as he and I.

The three of us will go
to the depot.

Why don't you go down there
and you meet her,

and you bring her here?

I'll wait for her here.
No, Jerry.

Got to treat her decent.

You are going to the depot.

Here they come.

Godfrey domino!

Heave to! Heave to!

There's no danger.

What do you mean no danger?
She knows where we live!

We're going to scoot back
to the shanty,

and we'll stay there
until she gets tired
and goes home.

That's it.

Yeah. Go on. Laugh.

You set there tee-heeing
like a Bedlamite.

That's what I'd expect
of you.

My body and soul.

There she comes now.

She's heading up the hill!

Did you lock
the dining room, Perez?Why should I lock it?

She'll go in there
and sit and wait for us!

Well, now,

one of us has got
to go up there

and tell her she don't suit

and pay her fare back home.

And I think Jerry
ought to be the one, since--

since he's the bridegroom.

Me? Ha!

You fellas
got me in this scrape.

Now let's see you
get me out of it.

I ain't going to move a step

unless it's out to sea.

It's a man.

He's been
up to the house.

Hey.

Over here!

Over here,
on your lee bow!

Mr. Hazeltine, just--

just go on around
to the back.

Here.Captain.

Mr. Hazeltine,
I'd like you to make

the acquaintance
of Captain Jerry here

and Captain Perez.Hello.

Pleased to meet you both.My shipmates.

We're--

we're sort of up to here.

We're waiting
to get our bearings.

W-We're...

We're not
out of our heads.

I'm saying that because I know
that's what it looks like.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

What we want
to know is,

have you been up to our house,
and was there anybody there?

Yes, I've been there.
The housekeeper.

That is, I suppose
it was the housekeeper

that opened the door
and said you were out

and I should wait
or come back.

I told you. I told you.

I knew it.
Didn't I tell you? Yeah.

Just hush up
for one minute, Jerry.

Now, this-- this woman
that-- that you say

you thought
was a housekeeper,

what was she doing?

She seemed
very much at home.

That's why I thought
she was the housekeeper.

There you go.
I mean, she's going to stay
there maybe forever.

I mean, she's got--

she's got too good a thing
going for her.

That's-- Come on.Too big a thing going--

Hush!

The thing is we're in kind of
a ridiculous scrape here,

one that we got to
get out of alone.

I'll--

I'll tell you
about it sometime,

but not now.

Well, I'll leave you
to it, then.

Yeah.

Good day
to you all.

All right.
Now that's it.

No more stalling!

We got to go up there
and see her.

And that's all!
Now come on.

No! I'm telling you

that all this running around,
this hiding--

it just sickened me
on this whole subject.

And I'm just not--
I'm not about to do nothing,
have nothing to do.

I ain't going up there.
If there's any kind of talk
of marriage

or any other female up there.

All right. I'll go.

Good.

And, I'll tell her
you're bashful

and you're dying
to get married.

No! You ain't
going to do that!

He ain't going
to do that, is he?

I don't know.
But, maybe you shouldn't
have been so pig-headed.

You're not
Captain Burgess.

no, ma'am.

my name is Hedge.

You're not Miss Snow?

Mrs. Snow.

I'm a widow.

I feel as if I know you,
Captain Hedge.

The boy in the depot wagon
told me all about you

and Captain Ryder
and Captain Burgess.

Well, hey,
hope he gave us a clean bill.

Well, he didn't say
nothing against you,
if that's what you mean.

If he had,
I don't think it would've
made much difference.

I've lived long enough to want
to find things out for myself,

not take folks' say-so.

I judge you got my letter
and was expecting me.

Now, if it ain't
too much trouble,

I'd like to know
where Captain Burgess is

and why he wasn't at
the depot to meet me.

Well, the truth is,
ma'am,

we was at the depot.

You was?

Thing is

we thought you was
somebody else.

N-no.

We thought
somebody else was you,

and, though, I'm sure
she's a fine lady,

she was--

Well, there.
If that don't beat all.

I don't blame Captain Burgess
a mite, poor thing.

I guess I'd have run, too,
if I'd seen that woman.

I mean, she was sitting
in the seat next to me, and

Well, she had a shut-over bag
considerable like mine,

and when she got up to get out,
she took mine by mistake.

Dear, dear.
Where is Captain Burgess?

He's in a fish shack
down the road,

and as upset as he is,

I'm not sure

when he's ever
going to break cover.

Well, Captain Hedge,
there are one or two things

that I need to say
right here.

In the first place,
I ain't in the habit

of answering advertisements

from folks that wants
to get married.

I ain't so hard up for a man
as all that comes to.

And the next thing,
I didn't come here

with my mind made up
to marry Captain Burgess,

not by no means.

I'll tell you what.
I--

I'll go
down to the shack,

and I'll get
Captain Burgess, and--

No, you shan't, either.

I'll tell you
what we'll do.

It's nearly supper already,

and I need to be getting
to the tavern.

I suppose if it's not
too much trouble,
you could walk me there.

And I'll stay there tonight,

and tomorrow,
I'll come down here,

and we'll all have
a commonsense talk.

That is
the most sensible thing

I have heard today.

moving, will you?t water

Big fire in the village!

All hands on deck!
Hey!

Come on, you!
Keep that water going there!

And don't break the bottles!

Keep it going!
Get those bottles out of there!

Keep that water moving,
will you?

How'd it start, Web?

How'd it start?Yeah.

I know mighty well
how it started.

But what I'm going to find out
before this night is over

is who started it,
and they're going to pay!

You hear me? Come on, you!
Keep that water going there!

Come on!Get the water on there!

John?

"He burnt all their houses
wherein they dwell

and all their goodly castles
with fire."

No. That's not good.

John?

It's all right, John.

Kerosene.

John.

I'm going to get
you out of this.

Well, don't worry, shipmate.

I'll fix it up.

Make sure they'll think

you were running to help
put out the fire.

Yeah. They'll never
know you set it.

Okay.

All right. Here.

Yeah.

We have a man upstairs
in our house

who may live
and who may not live.

If he lives,

he's going to be
sick in our house
for a long time.

What do we do?

Who's going to
take care of him?

You got to get married now.

To the fat lady?

Well,

she'd be
shade in the summer,

warm in the winter.

We wouldn't have
the money to feed her.

Well, you think
he'll live?

I can't say.

He's had a stroke
of paralysis,

and there seem to be other
complications as well.

If he regains consciousness,
I shall think he has a chance.

Not a very good one.

I don't think
he'll die tonight.

But if he lives, he's going
to need a good nurse,

and I don't know
of one in town.

Neither do we.

Watch that top step now.

Yeah.

There you are.

Dr. Palmer,

I would like you
to meet Mrs. Snow.

Mrs. Snow, this is Dr. Palmer.Pleased to meet you.

Captain Perez,

this is Mrs. Marthy B. Snow--Ma'am.

...of Nantucket.

Pleasure is mine.
All mine.

Mrs. Snow is sort of,
a relative,

so to speak,
of Captain Jerry.

And,

it turns out she has had
considerable nursing skills,

and she said she is willing
to take care of John

until he feels better.

Well, that's--
that's wonderful.

That's wonderful.

Captain Bartlett's upstairs?

Shall I go right up?

Yes, ma'am.

you have nursed before,
I believe the captain said?

Yes. Five years
with my husband.

He had slow consumption.

And before that,
with my mother

and my brother and sisters
at one time or another.

I've known considerable
sickness my whole life.

More of that
than anything else, I guess.

Now, if you'll go up with me

so as to tell me
about the medicine and so on.

Yes, ma'am.
This way.

Excuse me, Captain....

She has lost quite
a bit of tonnage.

She's also--

I don't know--

prettied up a bit,
wouldn't you say?

You, haven't told me
something, have you?

Jerry, it's safe now.

You can come on out
and show yourself.

Now, wait a minute.
Didn't I tell you fellas

that there was a slight case
of misidentity at the station?

It had something to do
with a couple of valises.

I told you that.
Told us nothing.

No, I did.
Told us nothing.

Really?No.

I must be getting old.She'll do.

If all your relatives are
like that, Captain Burgess,

well, I'd like to know them.

Anyway, he seems
a little bit better now.

There should be no change
for a while.

If there is,
send for me, all right?

I'll call in the morning.

Thank you, Doctor.Good night, Captains.
Good night.

Good night,
Captain Burgess.

Thank you, Doc.

Well, Jerry,

don't you think it's
about time you went up

and introduced yourself
to your future wife?

She's busy up there.

I-- I'm so tuckered out,

if I have a little nap,

I'll make
a better presentation--

is what I'm thinking.

Naps are out.

You go upstairs now.

Come on.It's time. It's time.

No.
Come on, Jerry.

Mrs. Snow,

I think you'd better
sleep in my bedroom,

long as you're here.

I'll just bunk downstairs
along with my shipmates.

All right.

Perhaps you should introduce me
to Captain Burgess.

I don't think we've ever met,
if we are relations.

Why, of course.
Excuse me, ma'am.

Jerry,
this is Mrs. Snow.

I don't know
what's gotten into me.

You're sure pert, ma'am.Thank you.

Well, he seems
to be doing better,

so I think you all
should go to bed,

and we can talk tomorrow--

I mean, today.

I forgot it's next door
to daylight already.

Good night.

Jerry's correct, ma'am.

You sure are pretty.

Thank you.

Mrs. Snow.

What's the matter?

Nothing worth
gabbing about.

You just look awful upset.

You look awfully down.

Do you want to tell me
what the matter is?

I'm fine, really.

Well, if there's ever
anything I can do,

do you promise
that you'll tell me?

You're a sweet man.

Captain Perez.

It's...

Mrs. Snow here
is feeling awfully blue.

I just...

I got an idea.

This weekend,
in order to cheer her up,

we ought to have
some kind of an outing.

Go down and see Luther
and the boys.

Um, a picnic!
We'll make it a picnic.

Jumping Jehoshaphat.

What's got into Jerry?

He have an epiphany
or something?

Captain Burgess?

He didn't tidy up
and fix the table,
if that's what you mean.

Captain Bartlett was--

seemed to be sleeping
or in a stupor-like,

and the doctor, when he come,
said that I could

leave him for a few minutes
and run downstairs.

A doctor?

He's been here already
this morning?

Yes.
He came an hour ago.

Now, if you wouldn't mind
going up and staying with
Captain Bartlett

while I finish
getting breakfast,

and if you wouldn't mind
going out to the barn

and gathering a few eggs,
that would be a help.

I've been up and down
the stairs so many times
in the last half hour,

I don't know I'm certain

whether
I'm on my head or my heels.

She hugged me.

John,

if you can hear me,

I done what I can,

but I can't
for the love of Pete

find that darn coat.

I just hope it's just
some kid that found it

and don't put it together
with you.

Zeb, ain't this gay?

Eggs boiled to a T.

Not like the ones
Jerry made.

Why, you boil them so hard,

if you threw them,
you'd dent the barn.

She's good.Yes.

How's he doing
up there-- John?

About the same.

Listen,
we got to talk a little

about the arrangements for
this, marriage question.

If Jerry here
wasn't so pig-headed,

he'd marry her right away.

Because the way I see it,

there's going to be
a long line of suitors
as soon as word gets out,

and I am going
to be one of them.

Captain Perez,
keep your eye on the business.

Well, you fellas forget

I've been married
twice before,

and those women
were very handsome,

but the marriages
weren't always so pretty.

So I'm just taking
a little time, that's all.

This--

This Mrs. Snow
ain't nobody's fool.

We put out bait
that any sensible person

would say would get us
nothing but sculpin,

and by Almighty,
we got ourselves a halibut.

You know what we can do?

We can explain

that Jerry
ain't real comfortable

with getting married--
even talking about it--

while Captain Bartlett
is upstairs

so sick in our house.

And if she's willing,

we can put it off

until he either dies
or gets better,

and, we'll pay her
to stay on as a nurse.

Pay her?

Jerry,

you pay her
or you marry her.

Mr. Hazeltine,
I was wondering,

could you come
over to our place

and keep an eye
on Captain Bartlett

while I attend
to some chores?

I'd be happy to.

Hello.Is Captain Hedge in?

No. Captain Hedge
is out just now.

Dear.

Um...

I think I will come in
and wait.
Yes, certainly.

Please. Please do come in.Thank you.

Won't you take a chair?

Thank you.

Certainly a pleasant day.

Yes.

Are you
Captain Zebulon Hedge?

Yeah.

I'm so glad.

I received your telegraph.
I hurried down
on the first train.

I'm Elizabeth Preston,

Captain Bartlett's
granddaughter....

You wrote me that he was ill,

and I felt like
I needed to be here
as quickly as possible.

Elsie.Elsie. Yes.

Ha ha ha! Well,
don't that beat all?

Please, sit.
Sit down.Thank you. Thank you.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm mighty glad to see you.

Please tell me
about Grandfather.

How is he?
Can I see him?

Well, Miss Preston,

your grandpa is pretty sick.

He's got a stroke of palsy
or something, and,

he doesn't
have much of a sense

of what's
going on around him.

He might not even
recognize you.

Well, don't you worry now.

Doc says he's
considerable better.

Isn't that right,
Mr. Hazeltine?Yes, he did.

What on earth
am I thinking?

I'd like to make you known
to Mr. Hazeltine here.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.He's sort of
a neighbor of ours.

Actually, over there,
across the bay.

And...

Well, Mr. Hazeltine,
if you will excuse us,

I'll escort Elsie
upstairs now.

It's nice to meet you.You, too.

A looker, ain't she?

I swear.

If I wouldn't sooner
have these beans
than turkey.

Especially better
than that burnt one
you had for Christmas.

No, no.
It was Thanksgiving.

Well, it hung around
till Christmas.

I want to thank you all.

You've been so good
to my grandfather.

Well, Mrs. Snow
told me all about it.

We done ship together.
He's our mate.

You've just been so kind,

and I really appreciate it.

Hello, Mr. Hazeltine.

Hello, Captain.

I just
stopped by your house

to inquire
on Captain Bartlett.

Mrs. Snow seems to have
things quite in hand.

She seems as though trouble
doesn't trouble her at all.

I judge she's seen
enough of it, too.

It's queer how--
how trouble

acts in folks.

Sort of like hot weather.

It spoils milk,
but it sweetens apples.

She's one of
the sweetened kind..

Afternoon, Melissy.

Well, hello, Captain.
What a spectacular
afternoon we're having.

Um--.

Melissy,
we're having

kind of an outing,
day after tomorrow.

We'd love for you
to join us.

Will Captain Perez be there?

Why, yes, ma'am.

Asking you to come along
was his idea.

Well.

Well, I'll be there.
You can count on me.

Come on, baby.

Whoa!

Spied you coming, Zeb.
Jump right down
and come right in.

This is where we keep the boat
and the rest of the gear.

The spare oar
is on the wall.

The regular ones
are in the boat.

Captain, where's
the famous "breeches buoy"
I've always read about?

Right up there.

I don't believe you'd
get me into that thing.

I don't know, but I think
I'd rather be drowned

than to make a show
of myself.

Only used it once
since I've been at the station.

Most of the time, the wrecks
are too far offshore,

and we have to
get the boat out.

Chowder's warming, Father.
Should be ready soon.

If y'all don't mind,

I think I'll break out
the picnic baskets.

Perez,

why don't you
show Melissy here
the lookout tower?

I don't believe
she's ever seen it.

Really?

I don't want to go.

I believe I'd love
to see it!

Listen,
go easy, Perez.

You and Melissy are like
our insurance policy

just in case, Jerry,
gets cold feet.

You know what I mean?If Jerry gets cold feet,

I'm the one stepping
into his shoes,

immediately.

Captain Norris,
you must've seen some
plucky things in your day.

What's the bravest thing
you've ever seen?

Well, I've seen
something done once

that may not strike you

as being anything
out of the usual run,

but has always seemed to me
clear grit and nothing else.

So I says
to Prissy Rend, says I,
"That Captain Perez Ryder,

"he sure is a case.

70 years old
and still so wild."

Prissy says there's no woman
alive who can tame a man

once he hasn't
been tamed already.

But I said, "No, Prissy.
If anyone can tame him,
I can tame him.

I'm going to housebreak him
just like I did
my second husband.

It happened
off the coast of Maine
along in the '70s.

I was working as a sort of

second mate
on a lumber schooner.

We struck a rock that
wasn't down on any chart.

Punched a hole
in the schooner's side.

Did you abandon ship?

Well, that was my thought.

But the skipper--
he wasn't that kind.

He sized things up
in a hurry, I tell you.

Half the crew
was praying to the virgin,

the other half
swearing a blue streak.

But the skipper--
he drove them to the pumps

and set me over them
with a revolver
to keep them working.

And she said that--Now, Melissy, look.

I hate to interrupt you there
in your story,

but, um,

I see where you're driving,

and,

I just don't want to give you
no encouragement.

I mean, I like you

but...

not in the marrying way.

I-- I-- I don't
mean to offend you.

It's just that I'm--

I'm not ready
to settle down yet.

I mean, I'm...

still a seafaring man.

Out there, there's...

still maybe voyages to take,
and I--

Captain, you make
as much common sense

as a duck in a henhouse.

Don't-- Please don't cry.

I didn't mean--

When they was done,

we had to carry
the first mate to the cabin.

But the skipper--
he just sent the cook

for a pail
of boiling hot coffee,

drunk the whole of it,

put dry clothes
over his flannels

and stayed on deck
and worked that schooner
into Portland Harbor.

Who was he,
Captain Norris?

It was Captain Zeb.

That's right, ma'am.

Perez told you, I suppose.

No. Nobody told me.
I just guessed it.

I've seen a good many folks
in my time,

and I calculate
that I've got so

that I can tell
what kind a man is

after I've known him
a little while.

Thank you.

He's been sleeping peaceful
the last hour.

Dear Miss Preston,

if you don't want
the sheriff to come

and haul your grandpa
into state's prison,

you better come and see me

at the billiard hall
right away.

Web Saunders.

Sure I can't help you
with them dishes, Mrs. Snow?

No. Don't you fellas ever
touch another dirty dish.

Ever since I caught you with
a dust rag as a dishcloth,

of all the silly things.

Don't fleck out with me.

When did you have a dust rag
and a dishcloth?

I don't know what--

It's a pity
she won't let us help her.

There.

Well, hello.

You come
to learn the trade?

Captain Zeb, I want
to have a talk with you.

A business talk.

I want you to help me
get a position.

A position.

Well, I've been thinking
a great deal lately,

and now that Grandfather
seems to be a little better

and he doesn't need
as much care,

I, want to do something
to earn my living.

Earn your living?

Why, child alive,

you don't need to do that.

Your grandfather
is not so poor

that I can't give you
a little change now and then

that he wouldn't
pay me back.

No, I-- I don't want
to use your money,

or his.

I want to get

the teaching job here
at the grammar school.

Um, look here, Elsie.

I don't want you
to think I'm curious

about your private life,

but are you sure there's not
some other reason

why you want
to take this place?

No, Captain Zeb.

It's-- It's just
as I've told you.

I just don't know
what you must think of me

answering an advertisement
for a husband that way.

I just--

I'm ashamed of myself
to think of it, I declare.

And in that kind of paper, too.

Well, I will say,

I did wonder
more than a few.

Well, I am surprised that you
ain't asked me before.

My husband's name
was Jubal Snow.

He was a good husband.

No better anywheres.

He and I had
a good life together.

Our trouble was
we didn't calculate

that fair weather
wouldn't last all the time.

Well, he took down sick,

and he had to quit
going to sea.

And we had a little house
in Nantucket,

and we settled on it.

Finally, we come
to where we had to
do something right away,

and we talked
the whole thing out,

and we decided
to mortgage the house.

The money we got
from the mortgage, though,

lasted until Jubal died.

They foreclosed
the mortgage

and gave me notice
to move out.

So I packed my things

and watered my flowers
for the last time.

You know, I had
a beautiful garden.

Fire. Fire.

It's blazing.

It's burning.
The fire...

John-- John,
don't talk so.

Where's the kerosene

and the matches?

Now, softly,

softly...

The shavings.

It's dark
here in the corner.

"And all their goodly castles

with fire."

John. John, be still.

Be still.

Be still.

He had just such
a turn last night.

Did he talk
like he did just now?

Just the same.

Saying the same things?

Yes.

Then you knew.

That he set
the billiard room afire?

Yes.

I always rather
suspicioned that he did,

and, of course, last night
just made me sure of it.

Did you think that I knew?

Always thought that you did.

When I found him,
he had his coat on,

and it was--
it was all burnt,

and he had

an empty kerosene bottle

in his pocket.

I hid them both,

and then I turned him around
so it looked like

he was running towards
the saloon

instead of from it.

I feel like I'm

a firebug myself sometimes.

Captain Zeb,
do you think I blame you

for trying to keep
your best friend out of trouble

for being,
well, out of his head?

Land of mercy.

He ain't no more to be
held responsible than a baby.

You did exactly
what I would've done

if I'd been in your place.

Mrs. Snow,

you are just exactly

the kind of woman

that I wish I'd had

for a sister.

Yes...

Did it again,
did you, Margaret?
Hi.

Nice work.

Zeb.

Hey.

I was,
just helping Martha here

take some
groceries home.

I was telling her
how wonderful it was

that we've got her
to take care of us.

Well, with John Bartlett
and all, it's...

Were you, now?

Captain Perez has been
such a comfort to me today.

...Insisting on carrying
the groceries

and helping
clean the house.

Some girl
will be awfully lucky
to land him one day.

Well, if he
ever consents to marry.

A confirmed bachelor, he is.

Now, Melissa
will marry him,

but he won't have
none of that.

...That's not true.

I'd marry.

Melissa...just isn't my type.

Perez,

can I have a word with you?

Excuse me.-

Now what?

Perez,

stop two-timing Jerry.

Melissa's the one for you.

That's our backup.

She's a sure thing,
not Mrs. Snow.

Why not?

Well,
don't take this

personal or nothing, Perez,

but when all you got
is a hand line

and a scrap of squid
for fishing,

you really can't be
going after whales.

Hey, Sonny, is,
Miss Preston gone yet?

No, she ain't.
She's up there.

Mr. Saunders is there, too.

Saunders?
Web Saunders?

I'm telling you right now,

I ain't nobody's fool.

You're making $14 a week,
and all you're paying me is 6!

I want more, I tell you.

Sure smells good.

I hope you didn't
spend all day.

Making that?

No, no, no.
I didn't spend even
a second on it.

Melissy Busteed made it.

She brought the whole pot
over this morning.

Really?
She wanted you

to have the first taste.

Is that true?Yeah.

For me.-

Miss Busteed.-

What?

Not only did I find

that burnt coat
and empty kerosene bottle

on the hill,

but I found his big,

fancy, white hat.

Found that, hat,
did you?

That's what I done.

Where do you think
I found it?

In the back of my shed,

right where
the fire started.

And there was a pile
of ashes there, too.

And there was
kerosene on him.

What kind of fool
do you think I am

that I wouldn't know
who started that fire?

I knew
the night she burned.

And when Doc Palmers said

that Bartlett had took sick,

I went right up the hill,
and I started hunting.

And I found things.

And the things I found,
I kept.

Do you, now?

Dear, dear.

And when that girl come here,

and starts swelling around
and putting on the airs,

I sees my chance.

So I tell her,
"You better pay up,

"or I'm going to have
your old granddad

shoved into Barnstable jail."

You lowlife,
thieving rascal.

I'm giving you a chance
you don't deserve.

You either
pay back that money

to that girl
you stole it from,

or I'm going to
walk out that door,

and when I'm come back,

I will have the sheriff
with me.

Go ahead.
Bring the sheriff up here,

and I'll march him
right down to your house,

and I'll show him the man
that set my house on fire.

That doesn't frighten me.

It doesn't?

It doesn't. Why not?

He's gone someplace
where you can't get him.

He just died just before
I left the house.

He died?

Died.

And your proof don't amount
to a hill of beans.

Well...

Well, now...

Captain Hedge,

I don't think we ought
to be fighting like this.

Nah, neither one of us

really wants to see
any trouble,

so maybe there's a way

that this thing
could be worked out?

You no-good scoundrel.

You give her
that money back,

or I'll break you
in two myself.

John is gone.

He's gone to a better place.

He being gone
is a great loss to us,

a great loss for this town,

but a great blessing
for heaven.

We're going
to miss his courage,

his insight,

and the powerful example
he was

for-- for all of us.

Let us pray.

So, Jer...

now that John's
in the ground,

we got to talk about
this marriage business.

Well, I don't see
why she can't keep on
being a housekeeper

like she was.

Well, I do. Jerry,

you've got to
ask her to marry you.

Now, why don't you stick
to your own concerns

and give me a bit of time?

Jerry, you've had enough time.

I think a heap of Mrs. Snow.

She's a fine,
pretty woman.

I'd be proud to have her
as my wife.

But I just ain't
the spunk yet to ask her.

The spunk?

It don't take much spunk.

I need a month at least.

A month?Well, three weeks.

A week.

I give you one week.

Get...

There's Melissy.

I think I'm going to go over
and say some nice words to her.

Perez, I thought you weren't
too keen on old Melissy.

I'll give you
she's talkative....

She's talkative.
But after she brought
the chowder the other day,

I have
a whole new appreciation

for the woman.

Listen to that wind.

I think we're in
for a northeaster.

How about
a game of cards?

I should like to stay,
Captain,

but how will I
get back to the station

if this storm
grows any worse?

I think it's getting worse.

I ought to be
back at the station.

Well, yep,
but you ain't.

So you're just going to
have to put up in this,
here boarding house

until morning at least.

First thing
in the forenoon,

I'll take you back
to the station myself.

Maybe we'll stop in
and see Luther
and the boys on the way.

Shoo!

Nice day for ducks.

Luther, wake up!

You got visitors.

Perez?

Zeb?

What are you doing here?

I come out here
with the news.

I might ask you
what you're doing here.

Well, I'm taking
Mr. Hazeltine

up to the cable station,

and I thought I'd drop in
and see the boys.

There's been a wreck.

A schooner's hung up
on Hog's Back.

Luther and his crew
went out there
well over two hours ago.

And I'm getting worried.

I was on my way
out to the point

to see if I could see
any sign of them.

Well, we're going with you.

Wind's letting up
a little might.

We've had the worst of it,
I guess.

There ain't so much--Good God!

They need help!

Godfrey mighty!

Quick now!

Quick now! Lively!

There's Luther Norris.

He's all alone.

Yeah.

Looks like he's out cold!I got to go out there.

I'm going, Captain.

I'm younger than either of you,
and I've got the best chance.

I mean it. I'm going.

All right, Mr. Hazeltine.

But we need
the medicine chest.

You run back there
as fast as the Lord Almighty
will let you,

and you get it back here.Yes, sir.

Don't give me that look,
chummy.

That young fella's
got a life to live.

You do not
have to do this.

You think I'm too old.

I think
you're going to die.

All right.

If I don't come back,

you make sure Jerry marries

that wonderful woman
from Nantucket.

Don't let me down, Perez.

Luther! Lute!

Lute, we're going to try land.
You hear me?

What's the use?

They're all gone!

My whole crew!

I might as well
go with them.

Lute Norris,
I never thought

I'd see you playing crybaby.

That wily coot!

The medicine chest
was in the wagon
the whole time.

Let me see that.

Brace up.
What are you, anyway?

All right, Zeb.
I'm with you.

But I ain't much good.

I got you now.

Just hang on.

Nice knot you tied there,
Cappie.

He's a damn fool Bedlamite.

And to think that you
might've been drowned.

I knew something
was happening. I...

I could just feel it somehow.

I couldn't think of anybody
but you all the forenoon.

Mrs. Snow--

Marthy,

you know,

when I was in
the worst of it,

all I could think about
was you.

I mean,

I thought about Luther

and them poor souls,
of course,

but my mind
was mainly on you.

I...

I kept thinking

that I might never
see you again,

and,

that's all
that kept me going.

You know,

Mrs. Snow,

we've been so happy together
since you've been here.

I was wondering if,

maybe you could be

happy with me,

always,

if--

if we was--

if we was married.

Now, think about it.

I'm not young.
I'm not rich.

What am I?

You willing
to give it a try?

Yes.

Yeah? Did you say yeah?

Yes.

Yes.

Jerry!

I plain forgot.

I'm two-timing Jerry.

Hey, Jerry.

Hey.

Zeb, I had you
at half dead.

You don't look so bad
for a half-dead man to me.

Well, I'm half alive.

Listen, Jerry,

I have to talk to you
about Mrs. Snow.

You just have to stop
pestering me about this.

You gave me a week,
and it ain't half over.

I mean, I've thought
of a million things
to ask her,

but none of them
seems to suit.

Just stop nagging me

and let me be

till my time's up.

I'm not nagging you, Jerry.

I came to tell you
that you don't have to ask her.

I've been talking
to her, and--

Zebulon Hedge, I thought
you were a friend of mine.

I give you my word
I said I'd do it in a week,

and at least
it would seem to me

that you could give me
a chance to keep my word.

But, no.
You and Perez--

all you think about
is yourselves.

You're so afraid you're going
to lose your housekeeper.

She'll say no.

What'd she say?

Well, she, said yes
to what I asked her.

So you see?

She's known me
for quite a spell.

Know what kind of man I be.

Of course she'd say yes.

What'd you do?

You set the wedding,
too, did you?

Not yet.

Jerry,

you're making
kind of a mistake here.

I didn't ask her for you.

I asked her for me.

She's going to marry me.

Look, it's hard
to explain how it happened.

But in the time
that Mrs. Snow has been here,

I've really
taken a liking to her,

and today I found out

she feels the same way
about me.

It just come out.

Anyhow, we're going
to be married.

Jerry, I can't tell you
how,

how small I feel about

the way I've
treated you here.

Zeb,

I don't mind,

but I can't say that

I ain't hurt.

Because, well, it's just...

Let me sit here
for a while

till I get used
to the idea.

All I can do, Jerry,
is say,

I'm sorry.

Well, you done
stole my wife.

Ain't you going
to shake my hand?

Sure.

We're still shipmates,
right?

Always.

Congratulations.

Thanks, partner.

Well, you got to
dig deeper.

Come on. Hurry up.
You're moving as slow
as molasses.

I'm just learning.

Here's your bulb.

No chowder
till you're done.

It's not fun yet.

You said marriage
was going to be fun.

When's it
going to be fun?

Glad to see Elsie
and Mr. Hazeltine sparking.

Her grandpa
would be proud.

Looks like we're going to have
a fair day tomorrow.

Maybe so.

But if it ain't,

I know I've got
a good pilot.

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