All language subtitles for S1E25-Pine Lake Lodge_Subtítulos01.ENG

[whinnies]

Hello, I'm Mister Ed.

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous
Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

Ed.

You don't have to do that.

I don't mind.

My mother said, "If you don't
keep a place clean,

it gets to look like a stable."

Well, Ed, I've got news for you.

Uh-oh.

Carol and I have decided
to spend a few days

up at Bill Parker's lodge
in the mountains.

I need a change.

Oh, so do I.

I'll pack a few things
and meet you kids out front.

[humming theme song]

Ed, we're not leaving yet,

and we can't take you along
anyway.

Now, wait a minute, Wilbur.

You always tell me
I'm one of the family.

Is that right?

Sure.

Then how come every time
you take a trip

I suddenly become a horse again?

Stop talking like a baby.

Well--

Roger is going to feed you
and take care of you

until we get back.

Big deal.

That old sour puss hates me.

He does not.

Okay, so I hate him.

Please take me along, Wilbur.

I've never gone fishing.

Fishing?

Who ever heard
of a horse fishing?

Oh, if you're going
to bring that up,

who ever heard
of a horse talking?

Please take me along.

I'm a little tired of being
cooped up in this old stable.

Where would you expect to live?

Well, this is America,

where even a horse can dream
of living in the White House.

Pine Lake Lodge.

Oh, I bet the weather
is beautiful there.

[thunder]

[phone rings]

I'll get it, Martha.

Pine Lake Lodge, Bill Parker,
proprietor speaking.

Wilber Post!

How are you, Wilbur?

Great.

Thinking of coming up?

Fine.

The weather?

[thunder]

Couldn't be more beautiful.

Oh, of course have your wife
bring her bathing suit.

She'll need it.

Reservations?

Just a minute, Wilbur.

Martha, we got any empty rooms?

14 of them.

Yeah, we got-- I mean,

we can just squeeze you in.

We'll be expecting you.

Fine.

"Just squeeze you in."

"The weather
couldn't be more beautiful."

Tell me, Mr. Parker,

how do you make up
things like that?

Martha, I'm a very truthful man.

And as soon
as Mr. Post registers,

I'll tell him the truth.

That I lied.

Oh, honey, I'm so glad
I finally got you

to go away for a weekend.

The rest will do you
a world of good.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Okay.

Are you going
to carry that with you?

Yeah, uh-huh.

Honey, I better go see
if Mister Ed's all right.

Hurry, Wilbur, or we'll get
stuck in traffic.

Don't worry.

S.P.C.A.?

I want to report
a neglected horse.

His owners are leaving him
for the weekend

in a cold, drafty stall.

[coughs]

Hear him coughing?

The name of the guilty party?

Well, it's Wilbur--

Ed, what are you doing?

I'm calling
the bureau of missing horses.

Why?

The minute you go,
I'm leaving this chicken outfit.

Look, I tried to explain to you,
we can't take you along.

Hm, you're taking your wife.

Well, that's different.
We're married.

You mean because I'm single
I'm staying home?

Ed, cheer up.

I told you the Addisons
are going to look after you.

Now, you just read your books.

See you Monday.

Oh, uh, Wilbur?

Huh?

Drive carefully.

You're all I have.

Mushy.

Oh, Martha,

Wilbur and Carol Post
are checking in today.

Did you change
the linen in room 12?

What for? Nobody's used it
for three years.

Hey, what's this
about a town meeting here this morning?

Well, Ida Brenner's trying
to raise some more money

for the children's camp.

[Martha]
Hm, you better keep your Uncle Bill away.

He's probably still paying off
the pledges from last year.

You're so right.

But don't worry. I sent him off
fishing an hour ago.

By the time he gets back--

He is back.

Uncle Bill!

You said you were going fishing.

That's right.
After the meeting.

But, Uncle Bill--

Now, Annie, you haven't
got a thing to worry about.

I won't open my mouth.

I'll just sit there quietly
in the front row.

And why can't you just sit there
quietly in the back row?

Because nobody can hear me
from there.

[applause]

Thank you.

Thank you for you contribution,
Mr. Finiley.

Well, some of you have donated
very generously

to our Pine Lake summer camp.

But we still need $350
if those children

are going to have
their tables and benches.

Now, won't somebody volunteer

to donate just
a small part of the money?

Please, friends.

How about someone
who hasn't contributed yet?

How about starting it off
with $25?

uh...

Will somebody please
raise his hand?

Oh, come, neighbors.

Remember, this is
a very worthy cause.

How about $15?

Friends, we have to have $350
for the tables and benches.

Oh, won't somebody
help raise the fund?

I can't raise my hands,

but I'll raise
the money, y'all.

Oh!

[applause]

I knew we could depend on you,
Bill Parker.

Yeah, I'll get all the furniture
those children need.

You can depend on me, Ida.

Well, if you say so Bill,
that's good enough for me.

Meeting's adjourned.

[chatter]

Well, you did it again,
Big Daddy.

Look, Annie, I've got
everything all figured out.

I'll do the work and Dave Miller
will donate the lumber.

It won't cost a cent.

[chuckles]

And just what makes you so sure
he'll donate the lumber?

Because I know Dave Miller.

That man's got a heart of gold.

When he hears
about those poor kids,

he'll turn over
his whole lumberyard to me.

Hello, Elsie, get me Dave Miller
at the lumberyard.

Oh, you better fix up the room
for the Posts.

They'll be here at 3 o'clock.

Yes, chief.

The lumber is
as good as in my workshop.

Hello, Dave.

Bill Parker.

Yeah, I'm fine, Dave.

Say, Dave, look,

I just volunteered
to build some furniture

for the summer camp,

and I thought maybe
you'd like to contribute to--

A few hundred
board feet of pine.

But, Dave,
it's for those poor kids.

Look, Dave, you were
a kid once yourself.

The stingiest kid in town
and you haven't changed a bit.

[grumbling]

Let's see, 40 kids--

That's about 1,200 feet
of lumber.

50 cents a foot--
That's $600.

Where am I going to get $600?

[Milo]
Hello, Bill.

Oh, hello, Milo.

Beautiful day, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, it sure is, money.

I mean, Milo.

Here, sit down.

Let me dust off a place for you.

Sit right down there. That's it.

Thank you, Bill.

Have any luck? Catch anything?

Oh, yeah, sure.

Caught this.

Oh, by yiminy, that's a beauty.

- Yeah, it's all yours.
- Oh, no, no.

Oh, I insist.

- I couldn't.
- Milo, it's yours.

Thank you.

This is very generous of you,
Bill.

Oh, generous.
Look who's calling me generous.

Milo, I would say
that you are

about the most generous man
in these parts.

Oh, no, you don't.

I heard all about you offering
to give that summer camp

all the benches and chairs.

You open your mouth

and now you're trying
to put my foot in it.

Forget it. You're right.
It's my problem, not yours.

Yeah.

I''ll figure out a way
to get that wood.

Don't worry. I'll--

- Milo...
- Huh?

You know, there's enough wood
in one of those trees

to furnish three summer camps.

Yeah, but you don't think
that old skin-trilling Thompson

is going to give it to you,
do you?

Uh, fat chance of that.

- But, Milo...
- Huh?

Suppose by some act of nature,

one of those trees suddenly...

fell over.

And would that act of nature
maybe be

one man with a saw?

No, two men with a saw.

No, no, one man with a saw.
Good-bye.

No, no, Milo, wait a minute.

No, no, sit down, Milo.

I'll think of somethléing

Pardon me, gentlemen.

I'm taking pictures
for my birdwatchers group.

Have you seen a speckled-coated
sparrow around here?

Lady, can you handle
a two-man saw?

I beg your pardon?

Then, the bird went that way.

Bill, you will never get anybody
to help you.

Oh, don't be too sure.

Wilbur Post will be checking in
in about an hour.

Oh, forget about it, Bill.

He will never help you chop down
a tree that don't belong to you.

Milo, you know it don't belong
to me.

I know it don't belong to me.

Now, if this fish will keep
his little trap shut,

Wilbur will never know,
will he?

No.

[chuckles]

Inn keeper, food and drink
for the weary traveler.

Oh, it's good to see you.

Hello, and it's
so good to see you.

Oh, Wilbur.

And Cindy, my, how you've grown.

Can I have a kiss?

Can I have a penny?

Cindy, little girls don't ask
men for pennies.

That's right.

They grow up, marry them,
and then take it all.

[Bill]
Wilbur!

Bill!

- Carol.
- Hello, Bill.

Well, it's about time
you two got here.

We would've got here sooner,

but we got stuck
in the beautiful weather.

Oh, yeah.
Well, it's cleared up now.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, Bill's got the whole weekend
planned for you, Wilbur.

Yeah, you know, the first thing
you're going to do tomorrow morning?

Yeah, sleep until noon.

This is strictly
a rest cure for me, Bill.

I'm going to plant myself
in that old rocking chair

and let the fat grow.

Now, you've got
a pretty good start on that garden right now.

Oh. Honey, will you get the bags
from the car?

I'll help you, Wilbur.

Come on, I'll show you
to your room.

Wonderful.

Ah, there's nothing like
this clean mountain air.

Yeah, that and a little exercise

and you'll be all better again.

Better again?

Well, what's wrong with me now?

Oh, nothing.

For the shape you're in,
you look fine.

But look at me.

For years now, I haven't
had a pain or an ache

since I've been doing
my special exercises.

Special exercises?

Yeah, my secret to long life.

As soon as I get you unpacked,
I'll show it to you.

It's something that every man
right in his own backyard.

Come on, boy.

Are you sure this is the secret
to a long life?

Guarantee.

Right.

I feel like 70 already.

Aw, you look fine, boy.

You've lost all that paleness.

You got a nice red color.

Keep sawing. We're almost done.

Wait till I tell Carol
about this.

Uh, you better not tell anyone.

I just remembered something.

What's that?

What we're doing,

it's a federal offense.

Well, as long as it builds up
your muscles.

A federal offense?

Timber!

Good work, Wilbur.

Now all we have to do is saw it
in sections.

What do you mean
it's a federal offense?

Oh, that's only
in case we get caught.

- Okay--
- No, no, wait.

A Forest Ranger truck.
Duck!

Secret to long life.

We better get going.

It's getting shorter
every second.

Come on.

No. No!

[phone rings]

Hello.

Oh, yes, Ann.

Yeah, I'll take the call.

Hello.

Hello, Wilbur.

Ed, it's nice to hear
your voice.

How do you feel?

I don't want to worry you,

but I've lost
50 or 60 pounds.

Ed, will you stop it?

I just talked to the Addisons
on the phone yesterday,

and I happen to know
you're being very well fed.

Well, that's a big lie.

They've been giving my food
to their cat.

The Addisons' cat
eats hay?

Doesn't everybody?

Look, Ed,
we'll be home tomorrow,

so you behave yourself.

Can I watch
the Late Late Show tonight?

Yeah, you can stay up
and watch the Late Late Show,

but please don't play
that TV set too loud.

Goodbye, Wilbur.

Goodbye, Ed.

Poor Wilbur.

He's been sleeping
all afternoon.

He really is tired.

The rest is going to do him
a lot of good.

Oh, that's exactly
what I told him today,

"Take it easy."

I said, "Wilbur,

the secret to long life
is relaxation."

Just don't exercise.

That can kill you.

Where's Jerry?

Has he found the man
who chopped down that tree?

Oh, butterfingers.

Not yet,
but when he called before,

he was furious.

Boy, I'd hate to be
the man who did it.

Yeah, me, too.

Jerry said
that Mr. Thompson--

he owns the property--
he's fit to be tied.

When he catches
that criminal,

he's going to prosecute
to the fullest extent.

Uh, and how full
can that be?

A thousand dollars fine
and a year in jail.

That's pretty full.

[sighs]

Well, hello, Milo.

- Bill, Bill--
- What's the matter?

I just heard
about what happened yesterday.

Only a lunatic

would have cut
that tree down.

Now, just a minute, Milo,

what makes you think
I had anything to do with it?

Because yesterday
you said you would,

and today the tree
is down,

so unless I walk
in my sleep,

you did it.

Milo, we live
in a democracy

where every man is innocent
until proven guilty,

and you're looking
at the most innocent man

that ever cut down a tree.

Bill, I am ashamed of you.

Oh, stop looking at me
like you were Joyce Kilmer.

What has she got to do
with it?

When they catch you,

they are going to
throw you in "yail," and--

Here comes Mr. Thompson.

Look, you got
a guilty look about you.

You're liable
to give me away.

Go on, scat.
Get yourself some coffee.

Go ahead.

Well, hello,
Mr. Thompson.

[chuckles nervously]

Beautiful day, huh?

Is it?

Is Ranger Moffett back yet?

He's going to meet me here.

Well, Jerry
should be back soon.

Why don't you pull up
a chair on the porch

and make yourself
comfortable, Mr. Thompson?

Come on.
There we are.

Sit right down there.

That's it.

Too bad
about that tree yesterday.

Ain't the sort of thing
that anybody around here

would ever do.

No, sir,
we're all tree lovers

around her, you know?

As a matter of fact,

the sight of a man
with an ax

sets my blood to--

Would you like
a cup of coffee, Mr. Thompson?

No.

Wish Moffett
would get here.

I'm anxious to find out

what he learned
from that witness.

Well, he's probably--
witness?

That's right.

Some woman staying
at Snowflake Inn

claimed that she was hiking
through the forest,

and she saw
these two men.

She did?

And what's more--

she says
she can positively identify

one of them.

Which one,
the young one or the old one?

What's that?

Uh, I-I mean,

w-well,
these kind of crooks always work in pairs,

a young one
and an old one.

It's, uh--

The young one
sort of learns the tricks of the trade

from the old one.

It's, uh...
learn-while-you-earn...

plan.

Well, anyway,
she said he was a young-looking man

with sandy-colored hair
and a bright Hawaiian shirt.

Have you seen
anybody like that around here?

Oh, no.

No, there was---

Well, now
that you mention it,

there was
a coconut salesman

pass through here
on his way to Honolulu.

[muttering]

Sorry to keep you waiting,
Mr. Thompson.

Oh, never mind that.

What did you find out
from the woman?

We're in luck,
Mr. Thompson.

She took a picture
of the guys running away.

I rushed the film right over
to Devry's Camera Shop.

He's going to call me
the minute it's developed.

- Fine--
- Um, Mr. Thompson, Jerry...

I got something
to tell you.

We better go inside.

Well, why?

Well, I got a feeling

I'm going
to have to get used to being inside for about a year.

Wilbur.
Wilbur?

Wilbur...
Wilbur, we're cooked.

What's going on, Bill?

Wilbur and me,
we got a confession to make.

We cut down the old pine.

- You did?
- Yup.

D-Don't believe him.

He's delirious.

He must have been hit
on the head

when the tree fell.

It's no use, Wilbur, no.

I always believe
in telling the truth...

once you get caught.

Some woman
snapped a picture of us.

Mommy, Mommy, Uncle Bill's
in trouble again!

Well, Moffett,
what are you waiting for?

- Arrest them.
- [phone rings]

Hello.

Yes, Mr. Devry.

You did?

That picture
will be all the proof I need.

Well, okay.
Thanks.

I'm afraid you don't have
any proof, Mr. Thompson.

The film was underexposed.

You mean
it didn't come out?

Nope.

Well, we don't need
that picture anyway.

We still have
his confession.

You mean to say you believe

hat cock-and-bull story
I told before?

Wilbur, we sure had them
going for a while, didn't we?

Yeah!
I could hardly keep a straight face.

[both laughing
hysterically]

You old son-of-a-gun, you.

Wait a minute.
What's that?

Hawaiian shirt--
just like that woman said.

What have you got to say
about that?

Aloha?

[inaudible]

Uncle Bill,
what's Cindy talking about?

What's the trouble?

- Well, it seems--
- Come one, Moffett.

Let's not waste
any more time.

Place those men
under arrest,

and I'll profer charges.

Here, call the Sheriff.

Harry, don't you dare.

Now, just a minute.

[slams phone down]

I'll admit
that I'm guilty,

but Wilbur
had nothing to do with it.

He just came up here
for a rest.

Well, if I have my way,

he can have
a nice long one.

Mr. Thomson...

cutting down your tree
was wrong,

but the motive behind it
was right.

How do you figure that?

Well, you see,
Bill was going to use that lumber

to build benches
and chairs

for the summer camp.

40 kids
will be coming up here, Mr. Thompson,

youngsters who never had
a chance in life.

This camp
is one of the nicest things

that could ever happen
to them.

All Bill wants to do
is make that possible.

That's the truth.

I know trees
are expensive,

but suppose we
personally pay for it?

I can let you have
a hundred dollars.

And we're willing
to chip in.

I got $87 laying
in the bank.

It's just collecting dust.

You can take
my piggybank.

You needed lumber,
why didn't you ask me for it?

Because everybody knows

you're
a greed, old skinflint.

Gosh, I wish you had put it
to him a different way.

Well, it's true.

He's never contributed
one skinny dime for the camp.

I didn't even know
about it.

If somebody
had bothered to tell me,

I might have considered making
a donation.

Well, you've still got time,
Mr. Thompson,

and it's deductible.

Well, all right,

you can have the tree.

Now, who's
a greedy, old skinflint?

Mr. Thompson,

I take back

every nasty thing I ever said
about you in the past.

And that includes

anything I might say
in the future.

You're all right,
Mr. Thompson.

I had you pegged
for a good Joe

the minute I laid eyes
on you.

Take your
coconut-picking hands off me.

- Parker.
- Yes, sir.

Don't let me ever catch you
touching one of my trees.

Oh, no, sir,
no, sir.

Well, Uncle Bill,

I hope this has taught you
a lesson.

Oh, it certainly has,
Annie.

You don't ever have to worry
about me again.

By golly,
I think he means it.

I sure do.

Wilbur, what do you say?

Let's you and me
go fishing tomorrow, huh?

Okay, where?

I know a great spot
over on Thompson's property.

- Hmm?
- No.

Ed, I'm home!

Beg your pardon,
stranger?

Oh, Ed,
oh, I really missed you, old boy.

Yeah,
then why didn't you write?

Telegram?
A postcard?

Well,
to tell you the truth, Ed,

I-- I got sort of involved.

A phone call then.

It was a long distance.

So what?

I would have been glad
to accept the charges.

Closed-Captioned By
J.R. Media Services, Inc. Burbank, CA

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And no one can talk
to a horse, of course ♪

♪ That is, of course,
unless the horse ♪

♪ Is the famous Mister Ed ♪

♪ Go right to the source
and ask the horse ♪

♪ He'll give you
the answer ♪

♪ That you'll endorse ♪

♪ He's always
on a steady course ♪

♪ Talk to Mister Ed ♪

♪ People yakkity-yak
a streak ♪

♪ And waste
your time of day ♪

♪ But Mister Ed
will never speak ♪

♪ Unless he has
something to say ♪

♪ A horse is a horse,
of course, of course ♪

♪ And this one will talk
till his voice is hoarse ♪

♪ You never heard
of a talking horse? ♪

♪ Well, listen to this ♪

[Mister Ed]
♪ I am Mister Ed ♪

[Man]
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