Original subtitles

- No relief in sight.

You know, the weather man's been wrong

many times about rain,

but he's never wrong about these dry spells.

- Oh, how long?

How much longer?

- He can't even pick a date, that's how long.

- Well, what are the poor florists gonna do?

And the farmers?

You know, this is the longest we've been without rain

for as long as I can remember.

- Yeah, and that's a long, long time.

(audience laughs)

- I beg your pardon?

- Oh, no, no.

That's not what I meant Missus Brown.

What I meant was-- - Hi.

Mad dogs and Englishmen, huh?

- I beg your pardon, sir?

- What are you two doing out in the noon day sun?

Haven't you heard about our heat wave?

- Well, that's what we were just talking about.

Oh, what are we gonna do

about my poor little flowers, Martin?

No matter how much water you use, the sun dries it up.

A few more days and we'll be a disaster area.

A few more days won't matter to my beauty.

She won't be with us.

(audience laughs)

- You know, it's really too bad about that.

I mean, that's her prize-winning rose.

It took first place in the last three garden shows in a row.

- Please, Tim, please.

Do not prevail upon my sympathies.

It's not fair.

- Well, I just thought maybe you could do something,

just a little something.

Poor little rose.

Just a little, yeah.

- Alright.

(ominous humming)

(audience laughs)

- Hey, that's right.

I forgot, I just didn't realize.

You could do something about all this.

- Of course I can.

Point my levitating finger

and make all the flowers strong and healthy.

- Yeah.

- No, Tim, I can't do that.

Partiality is a weakness of strength.

- A weakness of strength?

- Yes, a weakness of strength.

Now, that's actually a Martian saying,

but I guess it lost something in the translation.

- A weakness of strength.

A weakness of strength.

(Martian beeping)

(Martian beeping)

(lively instrumental music)

- Oh, Mister Baldetti.

- Ah, Missus Brown, hello.

I couldda say it's a nice day, but how?

How can you say it's a nice day

when the flowers don't live?

- Ah, that's sweet, Mister Baldetti.

Have you lost many?

- No, but even if one flower die, it's tragic.

At my age, when you raise flowers,

they become very personal to you.

- Well, maybe it'll stop soon.

It just can't keep up forever.

Now look at the sunny side.

- Don't got no choice.

- Oh, well that's not what I meant.

I mean I'm sure it's gonna rain.

Cloudy days are coming soon.

Now, you just do as I say and you see if I'm not right.

- How do you say?

- Believe, positive thinking,

keep in your mind that strong thought.

It works both ways you know.

Every silver lining also has its cloud.

- Missus Brown, I got a better idea.

- You have?

- Feet.

- Feet?

- Stamp, dance.

Stamp dance.

- Oohhh.

Ahhhh.

- In the old country, I was a grape stamper.

(audience laughs)

It may sound silly, but what I'm doing now,

this, I made it rain.

With the help of the factory across the river.

- The factory?

- Yeah, across the river.

- Oh.

- Not a cloud in the sky.

Great day for spaceship skipping.

- Spaceskip ship, space, space, for what?

- Take out my spaceship.

Scale across your sky like a flat rock across a brook.

Take people's minds off the weather.

Let them report a strange sighting.

- Would you like to see a strange sighting?

- Huh?

- Right here in your own backyard.

I think that's Mister Baldetti,

the man who lives behind Missus Brown's house.

I don't know what he's doing.

I'm sure that's not the way to stamp out crabgrass.

(audience laughs)

- I got all the equipment in my garage.

My son, he don't like for me to use it.

That's why I keep it locked, hidden in my garage.

- Oh no.

- Believe me, I can make it rain

like I did in the old country.

(audience laughs)

- Oh no.

- No?

- Uh-uh.

That Mister Baldetti.

- Yeah?

- He's a rain maker.

- He's a what?

- A rain maker.

He says he's going to make rain.

- He can't do that.

- Of course he can't.

- Well then what are you so worried about?

- Because he can make a lot of trouble.

I've seen those amateurs before.

I had miserable experiences with them years ago

when I was riding in the desert with Lawrence of Arabia.

(audience laughs)

They come up with powers and explosives

that are irritants to sensitive Martians.

- Well all he's doing is dancing.

- Let's hope he keeps it that way.

What's he doing now?

Go see.

- Well, come on, let's take a look.

- Alright, I'll go with you.

- Well, they're gone.

- He went for his equipment, I know it.

I have a feeling.

- Uncle Martin, are you in trouble?

- It depends how far he goes.

(ominous instrumental music)

- Hi.

- Hello, you're Tim.

- Yes.

- You're the young man

who rented with his uncle from Missus Brown.

- Yeah, that's right.

And you're, um, Mister Baldetti?

- Baldetti.

- Baldetti, yeah.

- You work in a newspaper.

- That's right.

- Daily Sun?

- Yeah.

- You're gonna put this in the newspaper.

- Well, what is it?

- Just what it looks like.

- It is?

- You never seen one before?

- Yeah, no.

- There she is.

- Boy, sure is a nice one.

(audience laughs)

- Ah, which is a marvelous observation,

considering you have never seen one before.

- What is it?

- It's a rain maker.

- That's what it is.

- I had one in the old country.

I left it to my cousins.

- Oh, to make rain?

- To make a living.

Rain making is a big occupation

in the mountains where I come from.

- Oh, oh.

- I've gotta try it.

All the flowers are dying.

And if it embarrasses my son,

if his father embarrass him, that's too bad.

- [Radio Announcer] Now for the weather.

(audience laughs)

Weather for today is continued high temperature

and cloudless skies.

Farmers in the southeastern section

are confident their crops will hold in sp--

(radio changes to instrumental music)

(radio beeps and clicks off)

(audience laughs)

- Now what's that thing with all the holes in it?

- This thing makes it spread.

- Spread.

- This thing in here makes it concentrate.

- Concentrate.

- Poof.

(audience laughs)

(mechanical whirring)

(machine booms)

(audience laughs)

- Martin, stay calm, read your book,

don't interfere, ignore it.

It will go away.

- Know what happened?

- No.

- It went poof too soon.

Sorry, you shouldn'a had your face so close.

- Ah, ah, what's in that?

- Carbon, collected from the exhaust

of the automobiles around here.

It has smog in it.

Rain clouds react to smog.

- Why did it explode?

- I show you.

Mix it with gunpowder and when she's get hot,

the smoke come in here, go around in here,

in here and it comes outta there.

You know something?

- What?

- I don't need that spreader.

- You know something?

- What?

- Neither do I.

(audience laughs)

- What is it?

What was that explosion?

What in the world is that?

- It's my rain making machine.

- Oh, when is it going to rain?

Is it really going to rain?

- I haven't done anything yet.

You see, the powder explode accidentally.

Come here, I show you.

The smoke, it come up here, go through here,

go through here--

- And it came out here.

- Be careful, be careful.

That's the way he got it,

putting his face too close.

- Oh, well I didn't know you exploded things.

I thought you just danced.

- I do dance, but the machine is a very important part.

Now, in the old country, I dance on the grapes, huh?

And when the factory across the river exploded

at the same time, that's it.

Combination I've been working on for a long time.

- Oh wait.

A cloud.

A cloud!

- Where did that come from?

- It come from me.

I shot off the powder, I did my dance, and it work.

It's working.

- Oh, now Mister Baldetti.

- The cloud, she's going that way.

Stand back, stand back, everybody.

(mechanical whirring)

(thunder rumbling)

- Hmmmmm.

(thunder rumbling)

Hmmmm, cumulonimbus.

That's a fat baby.

Loaded.

I could ah, no, no, no, but I wouldn't.

I wouldn't because I don't know how

to put it back together again.

Old Mom Nature knows what she's doing.

And the radio reports say the farmers are holding their own.

(mechanical whirring)

(discordant dinging)

- Patience, be cool, Martin.

Don't get involved.

Uh oh, oh I knew it.

I knew it, he's making it rain, in me.

(mechanical whirring)

(ominous music)

- Will you, will you stop that dancing down there?

- He's trying to make it rain.

He's a rain maker.

- He is not, he's a smog maker.

And he's making it smog up here in our apartment.

(thunder rumbles)

(ominous music)

- Pop.

Pop, will you stop that.

Look, you promised me you wouldn't use this machine.

- He's trying to make it rain.

- Pop.

- That's right, son, you tell him.

He's making a nuisance.

He's shooting smog up into my apartment.

(ominous music)

Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist

that you cease firing upon me and this property.

- Pop, please, come on, let's go home.

- You put your hands on your papa when he's dancing,

show some respect.

- Please, it's embarrassing.

Come on, Pa.

- Uncle Martin, you're crying.

- He's making it rain in me.

The smog is an irritant to my eye ducts.

- Come on, Pa.

Look, you remember the last time?

In the old neighborhood?

You ruined the shingles on everyone's roof?

- The shingles?

He's gonna ruin my shingles?

- Don't touch my machine.

Have some respect.

- Pa, please.

- I'm going to have to stop him.

- [Son] Come on, Pa.

- Well not in front of everybody.

(thunder rumbling)

(audience laughs)

- Ah, Pop, what did ya do?

- Oh, rain, rain, he made it rain.

Isn't that wonderful?

- I did it, I did it, your Papa did it.

- Pa, look what you did.

You did it again.

- Nah, it's wonderful.

- What happened?

Did he make it, ah?

- Don't be silly.

You made me point my levitating finger

at that cloud up there and burst it.

- Me?

You mean you made it rain.

- Stop looking so happy.

I don't know how to stop it.

That's why I didn't want to do it in the first place.

- Now wait a minute, you mean you can't stop it?

- And we're in a lot of trouble.

Get two ducks, two chickens, two dogs, two cats

and a large arc.

- Arc?

- Welcome to the flood.

(thunder rumbles)

- Well, I still don't understand.

It's been raining seven days and seven nights.

I mean, enough is enough.

- I agree.

- Well, you started it.

I think you oughta be able to stop it.

No matter what you say.

- I agree and it seems highly obvious to me.

I'm working on it.

- Unless, of course, you didn't start it.

I mean, unless the old man,

unless Mister Baldetti...

- Silly, I did it, Tim, accidentally.

And I have no way of undoing the damage

until I work out all the problem.

- Could we come in?

- Sure.

- Well, what's, what's all of that?

- Oh, it's, um, clouds, clouds.

All kinds of clouds, Mister Baldetti.

The extensive downpour we've been having has fascinated me

and I'm trying to determine

exactly what type of rain clouds are upon us.

- Pop, we're making a puddle.

- Well, sure we're making a puddle, we're all wet.

(audience laughs)

But you know, I didn't cause the rain.

- Yes, that's true.

He got rid of it, the machine.

- Like a big hole in the sky.

If I had caused the rain,

I would have gladly poke my finger in it

like the little Italian boy and hold back the rain.

- It wasn't an Italian boy, Pa.

It was a Dutch boy, he poked his finger in a dike.

- It was an Italian boy.

An Italian boy plumber.

(audience laughs)

- Plumber?

Would you like some hot coffee?

My nephew and I would like to make you some,

wouldn't we, Tim?

- We would?

- Yes, we would, come on.

- Oh, of course we would.

Scuza.

- Parle Italiano.

- He gave me an idea.

Now quick, you heat up the coffee, you keep 'em busy.

I'm gonna sneak downstairs to my spaceship.

- Why?

- Well I just realized how to stop the rain.

I set my spaceship off in a big spin

around the back of the clouds.

Now go ahead, go ahead.

You go with the coffee, heat it up.

- Yeah, well, what are you doing?

I don't understand.

- I'm gonna shut off the rain like a faucet,

from the pipe leading to the water,

wrench, and I close it off.

- Oh.

With your spaceship?

- Baldetti said putting his finger in the cloud.

That's what I did, I poked a hole in the cloud

with my levitating finger.

And the way I can shut it off

is by closing the leak from the back,

like a plumber, a Martian plumber.

(audience laughs)

- Yeah, yeah.

- Is the coffee ready?

- Almost.

- Where's your uncle?

- He went to...

Uh, yeah, well he had to go, he went out, the back.

He went downstairs.

He had to find something in the garage.

- In the garage?

- Yeah.

- Scuze, I got something to do.

(thunder rumbles)

(eerie instrumental music)

(audience laughs)

- Hmm, hmm, he hid it in here.

He didn't get rid of it, he hid it in here.

Hmm, and he never noticed my spaceship.

He never lifted the tarp and looked.

I wish I could walk between the raindrops

when I'm visible, like I do when I'm invisible.

(audience laughs)

- Pop, where ya going?

Pop, what are ya doing?

- Alright, don't touch it.

So I broke your lock, sue me.

- I thought you said you got rid of it.

- I didn't say rid, I said hid it, I hide it.

Because the rain is not my fault.

Now get outta my way, I'm gonna take my machine home.

- Pop, you shouldn't be out in the rain.

(men yelling and arguing)

- [Martin] Tim.

- What?

Where are you?

- [Martin] Nevermind.

Are they looking?

- No.

(thunder rumbles)

(men arguing)

(ominous instrumental music)

- It's my machine, show some respect.

It stopped.

(audience laughs)

- And the rains went.

- It stopped.

The rain stopped.

- Well, what happened?

- It stopped.

- Was it my machine?

- Oh, Pa.

- Maybe when we fight over the machine,

it go off in a special way.

- Oh, look how happy my flowers look.

(eerie instrumental music)

- Well, all's well that ends well.

The rains came, the rains went

and I have a hunch it was just

good old Mother Nature finally remembering her flowers.

And her plants.

- Yes, yes, they are radiant.

And the shingles on my roof

are none the worse for the rain.

Oh, look at that rainbow.

Somewhere, somewhere over that rainbow--

- It's right here, it's right here, Missus Brown,

where if a man wanna make rain, he can make rain.

If he can't make it rain, he's allowed to try.

Come help your papa home with his machine.

- Well, it certainly is nice to see the sun.

Oh, now that the sun's out,

I can put my wash out on the line to dry.

Excuse me.

- Wash?

In all this rain, she washed?

- That is a lovely rainbow.

- Yes, it is.

- Except it's not a rainbow.

That's my spaceship tracking across the sky.

- It's what?

- Oh, I can get it down.

But for right now it's fun

because somewhere over that rainbow is my home,

and at least for a little while,

until she runs out of glink oil,

for those who miss me and if they're looking down,

I have a marker in the sky.

(thunder crackling)

- Now what?

- Now what, what?

- What?

Rain, that's what, out there, tons of it.

- Rrr, ruff, ruff.

- I beg your pardon?

- Cats and dogs, isn't that the way you people

describe a huge rainfall?

Raining that way?

It's raining cats and dogs.

It's an expression of yours that I find fascinating.

- Mm-hmmm, will you stop being so funny?

It's raining.

- So?

- Well, just maybe it's got something to do with ah...

- Oh, you think Mister Baldetti and his mad machine

are on the loose again?

- Or you.

- Oh, don't be silly, Tim.

My spaceship is safely back in the garage,

Mister Baldetti is safely home with his son,

and Missus Brown is joyfully washing more clothes.

All's right with the world

and Mother Nature is simply bringing us normal rain.

Oh, I'm saving these.

They make interesting cloud studies for ah...

- Where are you going?

- I'm not going anywhere.

- Oh, I know.

You're, ah, you're grounding yourself,

I mean, in case there's lightning during the storm.

- Very good, Tim, that's right.

How did you figure it?

- Well, living with a Martian,

you know, you learn.

I mean, like before when you went woof, woof,

and meow, meow, and you started to explain,

well I began to realize that when on Mars,

when it's raining cats and, and dogs?

- Well, um, yes, it does.

In certain--

- No, no don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

There are some things I just don't want to know.

(audience laughs)

- Ruff, ruff, meow.

Rain, rain, go away, come back again some other day.

(audience laughs)

(peppy instrumental music)