All language subtitles for S3E1-Ed Gets Amnesia_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 snoring]

[alarm clock ringing]

Oh, ah, ah.

[sighing]
Ah!

Ah! What a beautiful morning!

It's great to be a horse
on a day like this.

Ah, ah.
Now for a little breakfast.

I wonder if he hid my carrots
in here this time.

No, not under C.

Uh, let's see.

Where would I hide carrots
if I were a human being?

Nope.

Now, where would I hide them
if I was Wilbur?

Yep!

That figures for Wilbur.

Well, while Wilbur's
having his breakfast,

I'll have mine.

Carol!

Oh, good morning, folks.
Hi, Kay.

Guess what I read
in the paper this morning.

There's a Rabinski
piano recital tonight.

Why don't we all go?

Wonderful idea, Kay.

Yeah.

Uh, not for me, Carol.

Oh.

Well, look what happened

the last time you dragged me
to a concert.

He snored so loud,
they asked us to leave.

That must have been
very embarrassing.

It was. The music
hadn't started yet.

- Count me out, girls.
- Oh, but, Wilbur,

Rabinski is the world's
finest pianist.

There'll be fighting
to get in tonight.

Good. When you get home,
let me know who won.

Hey, Wilbur! Why so grouchy?

The girls
are trying to set it up

to take us
to some dull concert.

I've got it all figured out,
though, see.

I'll go in the barn
and pretend to be working, see,

and then I'll pretend
to hurt my back.

I'll start
moaning and groaning.

When the girls come in,

you offer to stay home
tonight and take care of me.

[laughing] That way,
we won't have to go to the--

you're staring at me.
Why, why is that?

I never miss
a symphony concert in my life.

You're kidding.

You not only lack culture.
You even lack lack.

You're kidding.

However, don't construe
anything I've said

as a reflection
on your character.

I still think
you're a fine fellow

- and a good neighbor.
- Oh, you mean that, Rog?

I'm kidding.

Wilbur, I ask you,
as a friend,

go to that coníPcert,
as a friend.

Oh! All right,
I'll go to the concert.

Ed, what are you doing?

I'm emptying the wastebasket.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, you found the carrots,
huh?

Naturally,
right where you hid them.

Well, I'm going to put
these carrots in a place

where you can't reach them.

You can't
keep eating carrots.

Why don't you eat your hay
once in a while

like any other horse?

'Cause carrots
are good for my eyes.

Oh, that's a legend.

Yeah, did you ever see
a rabbit wearing glasses?

Oh, very funny.

Now, no more complaints
about those carrots.

I've got a lot of work
to finish up here

before I go to the concert.

Now, you get in that stall
and be quiet.

Yes, master.

Yeah, can't reach them. Ha!

[loud crash]
Oh!

[Mister Ed moaning]

Ed, Ed, what,
what are you--

[moaning]

Oh, that pail hit you
on the head, huh?

Well, Ed, you shouldn't have
been coming in here and-- Ed.

[moaning]

Ed! Hey, come, come on, Ed.

Get up, boy! That's it!

[grunting]

Ed, come on! That's it.

[grunting]

There. Are you all right, Ed?

Who's Ed?

Your eyes look funny.

I feel fine, stranger.

Stranger?
Ed, what's going on?

Why do you keep
calling me Ed, stranger?

Oh, that, that bump
on the head--

Ed, what happened
to your memory?

Look, I don't know
who you are,

so would you mind getting
out of my bedroom, please?

Ed, I'm Wilbur. Look, here.

Here are the carrots
you wanted.

Carrots?
Carrots are for horses.

But you're a horse.

Now, whatever
gave you that idea?

You're Ed. I'm Wilbur.

Don't you recognize me?

I've never seen you before
in my life, stranger.

I'm your owner.
You're my horse.

Will you please
stop calling me a horse?

I'm not a stranger!
I--oh, this is awful!

I know what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna get some pictures
and prove who you are.

Poor fella.
I think he's got amnesia.

Wilbur, what are you doing?

I'm looking
for the picture album.

What's your big rush?

I want to show it to Ed.

You what?

I'm showing some pictures
to Ed.

Uh, uh, to Roger.

Why would Roger be interested

in seeing pictures
of Mister Ed?

[chuckling]
That's a good question.

Oh, Wilbur,
try on the jacket.

Hm?

I want to see
if it still fits.

Yeah, well.
Honey, I've got to go.

Oh, stop fidgeting.

Wilbur,
try on your trousers.

I'm in a hurry!
You try them on!

[Kay]
Did you see what I saw?

I saw it,
but I don't believe it.

He was wearing
half a tuxedo.

Well, maybe
he's only going to stay

for half the concert.

How are you feeling, Ed?

Pretty good, Sam.

Sam?
Why are you calling me Sam?

Why are you calling me Ed?

You are sick,
aren't you, Ed?

I'm sick?

And you're wearing
half a tuxedo.

Well, look, when you see
these photographs,

this will help you
to remember who you are.

Sure, stranger.

There you are, Ed.

That's not me.
That's a horse.

You are a horse.

Oh, oh, oh no.
You're the horse.

How can you say that?

I can't be a horse.
Horses don't talk.

I'm talking.
How can I be a horse?

That's your problem.

Look, here.
This one will help you.

You see?

This is something I got you
for your birthday.

Wilbur, uh, about
that concert tonight--

Oh, we were just looking
at some pictures.

We?

Oh, of course,
you have a guest.

Why don't you buy him
a tuxedo,

and take him
to the concert tonight?

Uh, dinner at 7.

Hey, who's that?

That's our next door
neighbor, Roger Addison.

I like him.

You like-- but you've
always hated him.

Him I hate, and you I like?

You're in bad shape.

I'm gonna have to get you
to the vet.

Vet? Vets are for animals.

Why are you taking me?

You poor guy.

You don't know
what you're saying.

Now, just take it easy.

I'll see Dr. Baker
and get his advice.

Hey, don't tell the doc

you show photo albums
to people you think are horses.

He might
throw a net over you.

I don't know who I am,
but whoever I am,

I'm glad I'm not him.

[veterinarian humming]

[knocking]

[veterinarian humming]

[dog whining]

[knocking]

Oh, Mr. Post.

Dr. Baker, I need your help.

Something wrong
with your horse?

Yeah, well, I hope
you won't think I'm eccentric

for what I'm about to say,

but you know how close
I am to my horse.

I mean, I, I think of him
as a person.

Oh, now,
you don't have to be ashamed

of your affection
for your horse.

Animals are just like
little people.

Well, now, you take Prince here,
for instance.

Just this morning, his owner
brought in a birthday cake

made out of a hamburger.

That's a little ridiculous,
isn't it?

And then there's Puddy Tat.

Do you know that her owner,
twice a week,

gives me $5.00 extra
to give her a massage?

- Oh, that's silly.
- [cat meowing]

And then, Mrs. Cassidy
lets her canary stay up

just late enough
to sing along with Mitch.

So, you see, you don't
have to feel self conscious.

Now, what's wrong
with your horse?

He has amnesia.

Oh, well, that--

Amnesia? Oh, now, really.

I, I, I knew
you wouldn't believe me.

Yeah,
you don't mean amnesia.

What you mean--
what do you mean?

Look, if Puddy Tat
can have a birthday cake

and Prince can have a massage,

why can't my horse
have amnesia?

Oh, no, no, no.
Prince had the birthday cake,

and Puddy Tat
had the massage.

You're mixed up.

I'm the--
my horse is mixed up!

All right.
Uh, let's have a look at him.

Well, I couldn't get him
to come down here.

Why not?

He doesn't think he's a horse.

How do you know?

Because he thinks I'm a horse.

Mr. Post, suppose we
begin at the beginning?

Well, it all began when
this pail fell on his head.

How did that happen?

Well, because
I hid the carrots.

Look, doctor,
I know what you're thinking,

and I don't blame you,
but believe me,

the horse
has lost his memory.

He keeps calling me
Sam and Charley.

Mr. Post, I think
you should see a doctor.

You're a doctor.

No, you need a people doctor.

I don't.
Oh, but maybe Ed does.

I mean, after all,
he thinks he's a people--

he's a person.

Yeah, yeah, I'll get
a real doctor to examine him.

Thank you very much,
Dr. Baker.

Bye, Puddy Tat.

Happy Birthday, Prince.

Sing along.

Some people are
around animals too much.

[cat meowing]

♪ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's
a jolly good fellow ♪

Happy Birthday!

[laughing]

I'm glad you finally admit
I'm not a horse.

That's right, so I thought
I'd get a real doctor

to come over
and take care of you.

Get one
with a pretty nurse.

I'm starting
with the A's here.

[Ed clearing his throat]

Hello.
Is Dr. Able in, please?

Well, nurse,
this is Mr. Post.

Yeah, I wonder if the doctor

could come
over to my house right away.

Well, no, I'm fine.
It's my horse.

He's got amnesia.

[click]

Hello? Uh, hello?

[humming]

Hello. Dr. Adams, please.

Oh, doctor,
my horse has amnesia,

- and I was thinking--
- [click]

Hello? Doc, Doc. Hello?

[humming]

Hello, Doctor, uh, Dr. Miller?

Dr. Miller, I want to talk
to you about an amnesia victim.

Yes.

No, not me. It's my horse.

- [click]
- Hello?

[Ed yawning]

Hello? Uh, Dr. Zelenka?

Dr. Zelenka,
before I tell you my problem,

you've got to believe me.

You're the last doctor
in the book,

so, promise
you won't hang up on me.

I'm desperate.

Ah, thank you, Doctor.

Well, a pail of carrots
fell on my horse's head,

- and he has amnesia.
- [click]

Doctor, you promised!

Well, if you ask me,
you need a doctor yourself.

Oh.

You know, you may be right.

I mean, if I could get a doctor
to treat me for amnesia,

then I could find out
how to treat you.

All I've gotta do
is convince Carol,

and she may call one.

It's worth a chance.

[door closing]

Oh, that poor horse.

I hope the doctor
can help him.

Honey, please hurry.
You're holding us up.

Okay, gang, relax.
I'll be right down.

A concert, huh?
[chuckling]

Ooh!

[Carol]
Oh, Wilbur!

Oh! Oh!

Wilbur! Oh, Wilbur!

Oh, he hit his head.
Wilbur, are you all right?

His eyes look glassy.

He always looks like that.

Oh, Wilbur,
did you hurt yourself?

Wilbur? Who's Wilbur?

Who are you people, anyway?

Where am I?

Oh, Wilbur,
you did hurt yourself!

Please, miss!
I'm a married man.

He's only faking.

Mister, will you
take your daughter

and get out of here?

He's got amnesia.

Daughter?

I like him better
with amnesia.

Wilbur.

Will you stop
shouting at me, Louise?

Louise?

Why are you calling me Louise?

For the same reason
you're calling me Wilbur.

Now, wait a minute.

He just doesn't want to go
to the concert tonight.

The concert. Of course!

Where's my piano?

Piano?

How can I play tonight
without my piano?

He thinks he plays the piano.

Thinks? Thinks?

Everybody knows Rabinski
plays the piano.

Hello, Dr. Cathcart?
This is Carol Post.

Oh, please hurry over here
right away.

I'm worried about Wilbur.

Well, what do you think?

Mm, his left eye
is a little bloodshot.

I'd cut out those late nights,
big boy.

Now he thinks he's a doctor.

I am not a doctor.
I am Vladimir Rabinski!

Before the accident,

he couldn't even say
Vladimir Rabinski.

It's a clear case of amnesia.

Oh, poor dear.

Oh, if I wasn't married--
[growling]

Maybe you ought
to get amnesia.

[Roger growling]

Doctor, what are we going
to do?

Well, there's no
specific cure.

The duration can be
long or short.

Sometimes, however,

these things
have been known to disappear

as quickly as they come.

You let him have
a good night's sleep.

I'll examine him
in my office tomorrow.

But, Doctor, don't go.

I haven't found out yet
how to, uh,

how to get rid
of these strangers.

Would you mind stepping outside,
so we can talk privately?

Please?

This is good.
I'm gaining his confidence.

Oh, Doctor,
please do something.

I'm going to feel funny
living here with Wilbur,

and he not knowing
we're even married.

Come in, Doctor.

Well, why are you
bringing me into this barn?

Doctor,
I, I want to level with you.

Yeah?

Doctor, I'm not sick.

That's the attitude!

It's my horse who's sick.

Yeah.

Horse?

He can't remember who he is.

Oh, I see.

It's your, uh, it's your horse
who has the amnesia.

Finally,
somebody understands!

Well, I'll, I'll,
uh, tell you what to do.

You will?

Mm-hmm.
You get a good night's rest,

and you and your horse come
to my office in the morning.

I'll treat you both.

Yeah-- No, Doctor, Doctor,
you don't understand.

What, what, what I'm trying
to tell you is--

[clunk]

Well, he didn't believe
a word I said.

He thinks I'm sick.

He's not alone.

[sigh]

Well, well, if I can't find
out some way of helping you,

I might as well tell
Carol and the others

that I'm all right.

And I realize it's a lot
more serious than I thought.

But you did say that people
do get better, Doctor.

How?

[Dr. Cathcart]
There are numerous ways

amnesia patients recover--

sometimes months of rest,
shock treatments.

Sometimes a cure
is quickly affected

by another blow
to the same area.

You never can tell
just exactly

how the cure
is brought about.

Oh, I was just, I--

Get him to my office
first thing in the morning.

Thank you, Dr. Cathcart.

Oh, I just can't stand
Wilbur's being sick like this.

If only we could help
bring back his memory.

It might take months of rest.

Hey, wait.

The doctor just said
another hit on the head

might bring back
his memory immediately.

That's right!

Oh, but I couldn't deliberately
hit Wilbur on the head.

Oh, I couldn't, either.

I could.

Roger!

He's my friend,

and a friend doesn't turn
his back on another friend

when he needs
a good hit in the head.

What would you
hit him with?

In my car,
I've got a crowbar.

A hammer?

A rock?

Well, I can't hit him
with a marshmallow.

Maybe an umbrella
would work.

[door opening upstairs]

Uh, Mr. Rabinski,

what do you think
of Shostakovich and Stravinsky

as exponents of modern music?

Well, uh, now, that's
a very difficult question.

What do you think?

Huh?
Uh, I think it might rain.

Why don't you take this
to the concert with you?

No, thanks.
I always conduct with a baton.

Ah, Ed, it's gonna be
all right now.

Everything's going to be fine,
but I have to use this,

so just close your eyes,
huh?

Look, stranger,
why should I close my eyes?

I don't even trust you
when they're open.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just have to give you

a little rap on the head
with this.

Ed, I'm doing it
for your own good.

!
a little rap on the head with this.

Ed, listen to me.

This is going to hurt me
a lot more than it hurts you.

[Ed]
Okay, then hit yourself on the head!

Ed, open these doors!

Ed, listen to me!

- [pail clanking]
- [Ed] Oh! Oh, my head.

Ed, Ed, what's going on?

Ed! What happened?

That darn pail
hit me on the head, Wilbur.

Serves you right
for locking me out.

Wait. Wilbur?

You called me Wilbur.

Well, what am I
supposed to call you?

But-- But you're all right.

You've got your memory back.

Now, when did I ever lose it?

This is wonderful!

You know, I'm a little
worried about you, pal.

Ed, it's so great
to have you back.

I'm so happy,
I don't know what to say.

While you're so happy,

make me happy
with a bucket of carrots.

Okay, fella!
[laughing]

Wait, wait a minute.

Now that you're all right,

I, I'd better let
the others know that,

that I'm all right.

Oh, it's great
to have you back!

[laughing excitedly]

[Roger]
I had him right on target,

but, cowardly weakling
that I am,

I couldn't go through
with it.

Well, maybe it's for the best
you didn't hit him.

[Carol]
Oh, yes. I just wouldn't feel right

having you hit Wilbur.

Excuse me, strangers.

I want to get my piano music.

I don't want to be late
for my concert.

Whoa!

Wilbur!

Oh, Carol, how many times
have I asked you

not to polish this floor
so much.

Carol?
He called me Carol!

Oh, darling,
you called me Carol!

Well, what was I
supposed to call you?

Roger? Kay?
[laughs]

Mm, I'd better
get dressed, honey.

I'll be late
for the concert.

Ah, he's all right!

By the way, where have you
been all afternoon?

Oh!

He's all right!

He regained his memory!

Oh, well, I'll get him
some other time.

Ed, you still awake?

Yep.

I thought I'd drop by

and have a little
after-concert snack with you.

[Ed]
Great idea.

Oh!

[mouth full]
Thank you.

How was the concert?

Mm, great, great.

Did you fall asleep?

Only during the music.

That's my boy!

♪ 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 ♪

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