All language subtitles for Punky Brewster s01e24e25 Fenster Hall.eng

Maybe the world is blind or just a little unkind.

Don't know.

Seems you can't be sure of anything anymore.

Although, you may be lonely and then one day

you're smiling again.

Every time I turn around I see the girl

who turns my world around.

Standing there every time I turn around Her spirit's

lifting me right off the ground.

What's going to be?

Guess we'll just wait and see.

-Get back here!

That's my jewelry box!

My mom gave me that!

You're not going to get away with this, buster!

I've got Punky power!

Brandon, call the police.

-You know, T.C., the way you just ran in here

it was like you was being followed.

-No way, Blade.

-You sure?

-The person hasn't been born who could tail me.

-I wouldn't be bragging if I was you, kid.

Yesterday you let a 76-year-old lady

outrun you and get her purse back.

-She was wearing Adidas.

-Excuses don't pay the man, kid.

Now, our arrangement was I take you in,

I give you food, this fantastic place to live, and best of all,

I let you hang out with me. -I'm honored, Blade.

-Don't interrupt me. -Sorry, Blade.

-And all I ask in return is that you

bring me things that make me happy.

Stereos make me happy.

Credit cards make me happy.

-What about jewelry boxes?

-Could bring a smile to my face.

Let's take a look at the take.

T.C., what am I going to do with you?

-What is it?

-Two Bugs Bunny pencils and a Hello Kitty eraser?

-That's all?

-No, that's not all.

I was saving the best for last. A chickie.

-I'm sorry.

-Well, I'm sorry too.

Remember when I found you in that alley?

All alone, sick, hungry?

-I remember Blade.

And nobody has ever been as good to me as you.

-Nobody ever will.

Now you think about that.

-Freeze!

Give me that jewelry box and I mean now.

I'm taking my chickie too.

-Come off it, kid.

You're worse at stealing than I am.

-Nobody is that bad.

-Beat it.

-Who is that mean guy?

Your brother or something?

-Nah, I don't have a family.

I was on my own til Blade took me in.

-I was on my own for a while too.

Then I found Henry.

Now he's my foster father.

He's great.

He gives me clothes and toys and good food.

-Food?

What kind of food?

-Well, tonight we're having pot roast.

-With the little round potatoes?

You want to come home with me?

-This guy Henry wouldn't mind?

-Nah, Henry loves stray kids.

He took me in and I'll bet he'll take you in too.

-Really?

-Or my name isn't Punky Brewster.

-What did you say your name was?

-T.C.

-Could you repeat that in English?

-His name is T.C.

-Potatoes!

-May I have some potatoes please.

-Sure, when I'm done.

Here you go.

-Thank you.

-Are you going to finish all those peas?

-Yes!

I must admit it's the first time my cooking

has been inhaled with such gusto.

-Does that mean you wouldn't mind

if T.C. came to dinner again?

-I don't see why not.

-Um, could he come, say, once a month?

-I don't see why not.

-Well, since he's coming so often, could we adopt him?

-What?

-Excuse us, T.C. Henry, he's just like I was.

He's all alone.

-You mean has no family?

-That's right.

If we adopt him, he could be the son you always wanted.

He has your eyes.

-He does not.

Punky, where did you find this T.C.?

-In my room.

-In your room?

-I, sort of, caught him stealing my jewelry box.

-You want me to adopt a thief?

-But he needs somebody, Henry.

Please, Henry, can we keep him?

Can we?

-Punky, it's not that easy.

-But Henry, he doesn't have anything

in the whole world world.

-I'm sorry, Punky, I'm not about to harbor a half pint hoodlum.

-Who asked you, pops?

-Hold it, young man, you're not allowed to call me pops.

-Thanks for the chow.

See you, Punky.

-Hold it.

Young man, is it true that you're homeless?

-I've got a home.

I stay with Blade.

-What's a Blade?

-He makes T.C. steal for him, Henry.

-Young man, I cannot, in good conscience,

allow you to return to a something named Blade.

I'm taking you to Fenster Hall.

-What's that?

-A place that takes in children like you.

-Blade told me about those joints.

They're just junior jails.

-It's not a jail, T.C. It's a really neat place.

And they'll try to find you a foster home.

-First they have to find me.

-Hold it, T.C. I'm taking you to Fenster Hall.

Now you can either go there voluntarily

or you could go there kicking and screaming.

It's up to you.

-In your ear, gramps.

-Punky, grab my hat.

March! -No!

No!

-Call Baxter, Brandon.

-I'm telling.

-You are intentionally disrupting my study hour.

-I was just shelling peanuts.

-Yeah, Lyle, he's just hungry.

-He's always just hungry.

That's why he's just enormous.

-Lyle.

-Yeah.

-You see this?

-Yeah.

-This could be you.

-Hi guys.

-Hi Mike.

-Gentlemen, it has come to my attention

that someone on the boys' floor decided to liven up yesterday's

vegetable soup by adding to it Nadine Tenenbaum's goldfish.

Now, I will admit that the soup needs work.

But personally I like my soup without pets.

Now I don't want to see you guys pulling this type of stunt

again.

-Well, guys, I guess that rules out tomorrow's hamster milk.

-Don't laugh.

Nadine is very upset.

And I expect to see each and every one of you

tomorrow at Glub Glub's funeral.

Attention Michael Fulton

this is Rita J. Sanchez, your boss.

-Boo!

I heard that.

Michael, I want to see you in your office.

Now. -Oops.

I'm late.

I've got to go.

You guys have a nice day. Be good.

-Michael, I just got a very angry

phone call from the county.

The subject was Mike Fulton.

-Rita, what's the problem?

-They found out about Yahoo, the elephant.

- Yeah.

Yahoo.

-Michael, what were you thinking?

-I was thinking since the boys had come down with chicken pox

and couldn't make it to the circus,

I'd bring a little bit of the circus to them.

-Next time, hire a clown.

And what about this auction?

- Yeah, I've been putting these posters up all over town.

Isn't it great?

-No, it isn't great, Michael.

It also isn't sanctioned by the county.

You'll have to cancel it.

-But the kids have been working on these projects for weeks.

And it's a way for Fenster to bring in some bucks.

-The county provides for these children.

-Sure, bed and board.

But what about fun? -Fun?

-Rita, these boys are from broken homes.

They're burned out on life.

Now I figure my job is to help them understand what

has happened to them and to let them know

that they are allowed to be happy.

-OK, Michael.

Have your auction.

-All right!

Woo!

-I'll clear it with the county.

- Thanks, Rita.

-But in return, you've got to do something for me.

-Anything.

-Catch up on this paperwork.

-Anything but that.

-As the administrator of Fenster Hall--

- Now don't pull rank.

---And as your boss I am telling you.

You do not leave this office until this stack of paperwork

is gone.

Have a nice day.

-All right.

Now let's get down to business.

Do a little work here.

Let's see.

Little Jimmy Braxton.

Wait a minute.

Jimmy's in the Marines now.

I am behind.

It's open.

No, it isn't.

But now it is. -Punky!

-Hi Mike!

-How you doing, babe?

Henry, how's it going?

So tell me, what brings you to Fenster?

-We have a young man here who's in need of a friend.

-Well, you've come to the right place.

-This is T.C. T.C., this is Mr. Fulton.

-Hey, how you doing?

Hey most of the guys around here call me Mike.

You can, too.

-OK, Muck.

-No, that's Mike.

-Who cares?

-Thanks for bringing him in.

-Don't mention it.

-Well, good luck, T.C.

-Yeah, sure.

-Bye, Mike.

-See you later, Punky.

Night, Henry.

See you at the auction?

-We'll be there.

-All right.

- And T.C. Let me give you a tip about life at Fenster Hall.

Always be first in dessert lines except on Fridays.

Rice pudding.

-So, um, what does T.C. stand for?

Um, why don't you have a seat and let's talk?

You know, T.C., a lot of guys come

here hostile and with good reason.

So tell me, what's bothering you, T.C.

-Your face.

-My face.

Everybody talk about my face.

Everybody talk about my face.

But it's the only way I knew to keep my ears apart.

So I see you're the silent type,

Well around here, we got ways to make you sing like a bird.

OK, kid, what's your name?

What's your old man's name?

What's your shoe size?

Tough guy?

Looks like it's time to get out the old persuader.

Say Michael Jackson, get me the old persuader.

Woo!

That's very good, Michael.

Thank you very much.

Say, fool.

I'm Mr. T. Say, man, you don't be messing with no kids.

I love kids.

And I pity the fool who don't love kids.

Hey, hey, hey.

You see, this is not a bad boy after all, you see?

He's just a little frightened and confused.

Confused my Aunt Fanny.

I've got Michael's persuader.

That's right.

Well, wait a second,

why don't y'all hold on a minute?

Why don't y'all cut the dude some slack, Jack?

Cause maybe the kid will talk to you

if you give him some Jell-O pudding.

-My last name is Finestra.

-T.C. Finestra.

All right.

Now we getting down to business here.

Now, You want to try for a birth date?

-March 5th, 1974.

But that's all you're getting out of me.

I'm all out of answers.

-Well, that's all right, cause I'm all out of characters.

Guys, I want you to meet your new roommate.

This is T.C. Finestra.

-Boy, this place is overcrowded.

Five to a cell.

-It was only four til you arrived.

-Any more lip and there'll still only be four of us.

-Welcome aboard.

So glad you could join us.

-Night!

-Night Mike!

-See you later.

Bye.

-My name's Dash and this is Lyle and this is Sugar.

-Dash, Lyle, and Sugar? What did they do?

Stick me in a wimp ward?

What do you guys call this one?

-Conan!

-Nice name.

-What exactly does T.C. stand for?

-Toad collector.

And you guys are primo specimens.

-I'm concerned your name is Toad Face.

-Hey, you watch it, man.

-I don't like your attitude.

-Yeah?

Why don't you go tell your mommy.

-Hey, you're messing with Lester Sugar Thompson,

next middle weight champion of the world.

-You just might make it.

Long as you keep fighting shadows.

-Hey you better watch your mouth and count your teeth cause

if you don't you're going to need a

-What a zoo.

So what time do they lock us in around here?

-Locks?

This isn't a Correctional Institution.

-You mean the doors and windows aren't locked?

-Of course not.

-We're on the honor system around here.

-You mean the only thing keeping me in this dump is my honor?

-That's right.

-So long, chumps.

-He left.

What do you think we ought to do?

-Celebrate.

-Celebrate. -Hey, Blade.

-Hey, Blade.

What's shaking, man?

-Where have you been?

- I got side tracked and ended

up in this place, Fenster Hall.

It's a dog pound for kids

-I've seen posters for that place.

They're having some kind of auction, right?

-Yeah.

Boy Blade, was I glad to get out of there.

-Well, kid, you're going right back.

-What?

-I figure that auction is going to bring

them a nice chunk of change.

-So what?

-So you're going to take your poor, little, homeless self

back there until the auction is over.

-Then what?

-Then you're going to come running

home to Blade with the money.

-Blade, you're a genius.

-I'm telling!

-All right, fellas, come on!

It's Monday night and that means it's gripe night.

Now, T.C. you're still new here, so Conan

tell T.C. what gripe night is.

-Gripe night is an open forum for our thoughts.

-Great.

That day you get a thought, we'll open the forum.

-Can I hurt him?

-No, Conan, he's hurting himself.

-Not as much as I could.

OK, who's first?

Who has a gripe? -I do.

It's about the auction.

-OK, Sugar, what about the auction?

-My crew have been working hard to finish our projects

for the auction but one of us here

hasn't even started a project yet.

-I'm not going to ask who that person is.

-Why should I help you guys?

I'm not into raising bucks for bozos.

-You offend my sensibilities.

-Mine too.

-Look guys, T.C. doesn't have to make something for the auction.

It's voluntarily.

Now, let's move on.

I have a gripe. .

-Hassling girls.

Now it's bad enough that someone here condemned Nadine

Tenenbaum's goldfish to death by soup,

but your behavior was inexcusable at Glub Glub's

funeral.

Now I want to know who brought the cat?

-She shouldn't have had an open coffin.

-Look, T.C., if you don't clean up your act,

you're going to find yourself scrubbing

the floors with a toothbrush.

You got that?

OK.

Any more gripes?

-This gripe isn't a what, it's more of a who.

-Which you?

-Him who.

I went out of my way to be nice to this freakazoid.

I even offered to loan him my copy

of Recent Revisions in the Federal Tax Code.

- That reminds me, did you finish my 10-40 form?

-I'll have it for you next Monday.

I think you'll be pleased.

-Great.

Now, back to your gripe.

-Well, despite my outpouring of generosity towards T.C.,

he invariably rebuffs me with his contentious behavior.

-Gentlemen, you're the ones with the gripes against T.C., so

what do you want to do about it?

-Let's run his underwear up the flag pole.

-Yeah, with him in them.

-Actually, I was thinking, what if we put T.C. in the hot box.

-Yeah!

-What's this?

-T.C., we call this the hot box.

and we've all had our turned inside it.

-What happens?

-Well the idea is for you to open up.

Tell us what you're thinking and how you feel.

-Man, you guys are sure hard up for entertainment around here.

-Hey ever since you got here you've

had this chip on your shoulder.

Why the Mr. Tough Guy act?

-It's no act.

I am tough.

And I can whip any kid here, even inflatable hulk.

-Hey, sit down, Conan.

I'll tell you what tough is, T.C. Tough is having

enough guts to talk the truth about yourself.

So step inside the box.

-It's OK, T.C. Don't be scared.

-Who said I was scared.

What do you want to know, Mr. Mom?

-What you're so mad about.

-Simple I hate being here. -Yeah?

Then why'd you come back?

-It's none of your business.

-Hey man, I think what you need is an attitude adjustment.

See we don't like you making fun of us.

Mike says that we are all supposed to stick together.

And Mike says--

-Mike says.

Mike says.

Man, he's really conned you guys.

-I beg your pardon.

-Can't you see what he is?

He's a lousy do gooder.

He comes in here, gives us some crummy two bit advice

you get out of a fortune cookie, then he goes home

and brags to all his buddies.

What a wonderful job he's doing with us poor, miserable kids.

-Mike cares about us, T.C. He loves Fenster Hall.

-Yeah. Sure

-He does.

-Why should I believe that?

-Because I've been here since I was seven years old.

Where's your family, T.C.?

-What? -Where's your mother?

-Dead.

-Where's your father?

-Split.

-When was the last time you saw him?

-Few months ago.

-Why do you think he--

-Will you get off my back?

-Why do you think he split?

-Who knows.

We lived in this trailer.

And one day I come home from school and the trailer is gone.

No more dad.

No more pad.

No big deal.

-Why do you think he split?

-Who cares.

-I think you care.

Why'd he split?

-For one thing, he couldn't get a job.

He was also hitting the bottle pretty hard.

And--

And-- -Yeah?

-Yeah?

-My mother died when I was born And he never let me forget it.

I wish it could've been me who died instead of her.

-It wasn't your fault, T.C. Your father was wrong to blame you.

And it's my guess that he would never

have blamed you if he had realized one thing.

-What's that?

-That you needed your mom just as much as he did.

-Yeah.

All right.

You may have tricked me into spilling my guts

but that's it, pal.

Hands off.

-It's getting late, guys.

Eddie, hit the sack.

T.C. Good night.

-Good night, T.C. I'm glad you're here.

I've always wanted a big brother.

-Blade.

-Hey, kid.

How's it going?

Everything on track for the auction?

-Blade, I'm not sure this is a good idea.

-Stealing money is always a good idea.

-Can't we just forget it?

-No.

We can't just forget it.

And when that auction is over, you grab the cash

and you get your butt back to my place.

-Blade! -Hey!

Now don't go soft on me, kid.

And remember, soft things have a way of getting bruised.

- Hi, T.C. Hi, Sugar.

-Hi Mike!

-Punky! Woo!

You look beautiful.

Will you marry me?

-I'm sorry, Mike, but I can't.

I promised Henry I wouldn't get married until I started dating.

-Mike, I'd like you to meet my neighbor, Betty Johnson.

-How you doing, Betty?

Woo, that dress you're wearing is simply gorgeous.

Will you marry me?

-Yeah.

I didn't promise Henry a thing.

-Hey, T.C.!

-Hey, Punky.

Thanks for that rice pudding alert.

That stuff is nuclear waste.

-T.C., I'd like you to meet my best friend, Cherie.

Cherie, this is T.C.

-Hi, Cherie.

This is my friend, Sugar. -Hi, Cherie.

-Excuse us.

He's gorgeous.

Hi, Sugar.

-T.C., did you make anything here?

-Yeah.

-Hey, a bird house.

-Yeah, it started out to be a dog house

but I ran out of time.

-It's really great, T.C.

-Thanks.

Well, we better go get some food

before Conan sucks it all up.

-Yeah.

Bye, Cherie.

-Excuse us.

He's so gorgeous.

Bye, Sugar. -Bye.

-Cherie, you're a very sick person.

-Yeah. I'm in sugar shock.

-Excuse me.

Everybody grab a seat.

Grab a seat, everybody.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Fenster-ites of all ages.

As you know, we are here tonight to raise some money

for some much needed sports equipment.

But there's something that these kids need even more.

And that's a home.

So please think about being a foster parent.

And now, it's auction time.

But before we get to the kids' projects,

I have a beautiful item to sale.

Dash?

This coat is not brand new but it is genuine camel hair.

And this coat can go six months without water.

Will someone start the bidding at $50?

-Michael, that's my coat.

-I have a bid for $50.

Do I hear $75?

-It cost $130!

-Sold for $130.

How about a round of applause for

this beautiful, gorgeous woman?

Next we have a truly magnificent bird house for sale.

-Henry, T.C. made that bird house.

Can we buy it?

-What are my bid for the mansion that any bird

would be glad to call a home?

-$20.

-$25.

-Henry, that's Mrs. Johnson.

She's trying to out-bid us.

-She won't get away with it.

$30.

-I have a bid for $30, Betty.

-$35. -$35.

-$35. -$35. -$35. -$50.

-$35. -$50.

-$50. -$75.

-$50. -$75. -$75. -$75.

-$75. -$75.

-$100. -$100.

-$150.

-$150.

-$175.

-Sold to Henry Warnimont for $175.

-Henry, you just spent $175 on a bird house.

-There we were trying to out-bid each other.

Can you imagine spending that much for a bird house?

So I was thinking why don't you and I share the cost?

-Forget it.

-T.C. What's up?

-You don't want all this money lying around, do you?

I'm taking it to your office.

Hey, don't you trust me?

-Yeah.

I trust you. Go ahead.

-Where have you been? -Blade.

-Supposed to be home a half hour ago.

I was real worried.

-I was just counting the money.

-So you actually pulled it off.

-Yeah.

-C'mon.

Let's forget this place.

-Blade wait.

I've been thinking.

-Bad habit.

-I know but the thing is these kids don't have much.

They worked real hard for this and they need the money,

you know?

-T.C., you better slap a Bandaid on your heart

because it's starting to bleed.

-Tell you what, Blade, let's leave the money here, OK?

I'll go home with you and I'll steal all the stuff you want.

-I got a better idea.

We'll take the money, live real good until it runs out,

and then you'll steal all the stuff I want.

Now let's go.

-No Blade.

You're not taking this money and that's final.

Sort of.

Pretty much.

-T.C. Are you trying to double cross me?

After all I've done for you?

-You haven't helped me, Blade!

You make me do things that make me feel bad about myself.

Then-- then you say you're the only one who cares about me.

Well that it isn't true.

People here care about me.

And they want to do things that make me feel good about myself.

And I like that.

So get out of here, Blade.

Me and this money are staying put.

-Going somewhere?

-Well, well, look who's here.

If it isn't camp counselor.

Beat it before you get hurt.

-Careful, Mike, he's good with that knife.

-Hey you can have the money but you can't have T.C.

-Really?

Well I got something here that says I can have both.

-Look, you take the money I won't to ask you.

But If you try and take T.C., you're

going to have to kill me.

-I'm touched.

I'm rich.

and I'm history.

-And you better not come back!

Messing with the kid.

You all right?

-Yeah.

How much of that did you hear before you came in?

-All of it.

- So that means you followed me here?

-Yeah.

-When I asked you if you trusted me, you see you did.

-I lied.

-What about when you told Blade if he wanted to take me,

he'd have to kill you.

Was that a lie, too?

-No.

That was the truth.

-What's going on around here? -What happened?

-Calm down. Calm down.

Calm down.

-Hey Mike, what went down?

-We had a little situation here, OK?

A guy broke in here and tried to take

T.C. and the auction money.

-But Mike stood up to him and ran him off.

-Yeah!

-Did he get the auction money?

-Yeah.

But we still have T.C.! -Swell.

-Minor correction here.

Blade did get the cash box but he didn't get the cash!

-Punky!

-Hi, Henry.

Guess what.

-What?

-The police caught Blade at the hospital.

-What happened? Did he fall out of the window?

-What happened? Did he fall out of the window? -No.

-No.

He got so mad when he found out that the cash box was empty,

that he threw it down and broke his toe.

Is it all right if I invite T.C. to dinner?

-I don't see why not.

- Good.

Since I'm inviting T.C., could I invite Mike too?

-I don't see why not.

- Good.

Well, since I'm inviting T.C. and Mike,

can I invite the rest of Fenster Hall too?

-What?

-Hi, Henry!

What's for dinner?

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