All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s03e05 Marcellos Idol.eng

["The Flying Nun" theme plays]

[barking]

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[Sister Jacqueline] It has been said

that the pen is mightier
than the sword.

True. Especially if that pen
is wielded by Marcello.

He had asked us
to correct the spelling

in a letter he had written.

A letter filled, he said,

with nice things
about the Sisters.

"Dear cousins,
thank you for your letter,"

so on and so forth,
etcetera, etcetera, blah, blah.

Now, there's a vocabulary.

I'm looking for the good things
he said about us.

Um, "Life is very exciting
at the convent,

and the nuns have a ball--"
Hmm?

"--game for us
almost every day."

[sighs]

Had me worried there
for a minute.

"Sister Bertrille
is a real gutsy first baseman."

Gutsy? Me?

That's the first compliment.

"She's almost a boy."

That's two.

"And Sister Jacqueline is one
of the nicest fellas I ever met.

In fact, all the nuns are
real nice guys."

I've never been described
as a fella before.

Fellas? Guys?
Do you get the impression

that Marcello is substituting us
for the father he ought to have?

Yes. And we're
pretty poor substitutes.

You can't look
like a boy's father

if you're wearing a skirt.
Or knitting sweaters.

I think I can do
something about it.

Tell me, most boys have someone
they look up to, don't they?

Well, who do you look up to?

Well, first, of course,
there is God.

Well, of course.

But I thought maybe
there was someone in San Tanco,

some man that you admire.

Maybe someone influential,
like Mayor Calderon?

Uh, someone rich
like the president of the bank,

Juan Lopez Rodriquez?

How about Carlos Ramirez?

Carlos?

Boy, you sure dropped down
a long way

from your first suggestion.

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[clicking tongue]

What is that for?
Well, forgive me, Carlos,

but a note with flowers
should be flowery too.

"To the only girl in the world
I could love, Carlos."

A simple, honest statement.

Yeah, but all three cards
are the same.

That's all right.
The girls are different.

Take care of this. Thank you.

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Oh, hello, Roberto.
Hello, Sister.

How are you?
Fine, thank you.

Good.

Hello, Carlos.
Hello, Sister.

Uh, I have a problem.

So have I.

My problem is you coming to me
with your problems.

How big a problem is it?

In dollars and cents.
You think I'm always

after money, don't you?
Yes.

Surprise.
This is a human problem.

Those are the worst.
It's one of our boys.

I think I got it.
His name is Marcello,

and he very much needs
to have an occasional father.

You know, a man

that would take him for a day
every now and then.

Well, there's this rather
well-known man in San Tanco

that he thinks is wonderful.

But this man
that he idolizes and admires

isn't completely admirable.

Well-known
and not completely admirable.

Sounds like Mayor Calderon.

Rodriguez, the banker.

Who is it?
You.

Sister Bertrille,
I want you to know

that I am
completely admirable.

You're a gambler.
Who isn't?

An insurance man is
respected, right?

While he's gambling, you'll stay
alive and keep paying premiums.

Isn't that right?
Well, yes.

You take a broker.

I mean, he's a solid citizen,

but he not only gambles
on the market,

he is worse
than a racetrack tout.

"Carlos, buy ACME balloons.

They are going up.

Buy United Rabbits.
They are going to double."

I have integrity.

I wouldn't dream
of telling my customers

to play the hard eight.
Well, yes--

The farmer gambles
on the weather.

And we are all gambling

we are going to be
just good enough

to sneak into heaven.

Carlos, you know something?

You're right.
I know.

I accused you unfairly.
Yes, you did.

You'd probably be
a good influence

on Marcello.
I would be.

As long as he didn't stay
with you very long.

How could it
possibly hurt him

if I take him sailing
for half a day?

Yes, you're right.
I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

I'll bring Marcello over
tomorrow around noon.

Good.
Goodbye.

Oh, Sister.

What is it about me
that he admires so much?

Well, he said you're very smart.
Mm-hm.

And, uh...
Charming.

Charming. Yes, he said that.

And, uh--
Intelligent.

Intelligent. He said that.

He said you had, uh, charisma.

Yeah, charisma.
I have a lot of that.

He's very observant.

Goodbye.
Thank you.

Goodbye.

What did she want this time?

Well, she didn't want me

to take one of her boys
sailing tomorrow.

But I talked her into it.

She did it again.

[chuckles]

So the next day,
Sister Bertrille arrived

outside Carlos' office
with an impatient Marcello.

And inside, Carlos was
a little impatient himself.

I can't wait.

In 15 minutes,
it'll be just you and I

heading out to sea.

To see what?

Oh, you beautiful thing.

You're so defenseless,
so helpless.

But I'm gonna help you.

[knocking on door]
Who is it?

Sister Bertrille and Marcello.

I forgot. I promised
to take this boy sailing today.

I'm going to get rid of him.

I would never do this
if I weren't so mad about you.

Oh. Ahem.

Hello.
Hello.

Carlos, I'd like you to meet
my friend Marcello.

Oh, mucho gusto.
Señor Ramirez,

this is a great moment
in my life.

It is a pleasure to meet you.

You see, you're numero uno.
Oh, well, yes.

I hope you won't be
too disappoint--

Oh, you could never
disappoint me, Don Carlos.

Talk about hero worship.

Well, I don't think
I can take you sailing.

You don't have
to take me sailing.

I wanna do
whatever you wanna do.

Well...
And maybe you can tell me

how you got to be so wonderful.

Before this gets too sticky,
should we go inside and--?

Sister Bertrille,
this is a private office.

Well, sure, but I mean--
No. Uh-uh.

For men only. Marcello.

Aye, aye, sir.

I will bring him back

as soon as we are through
with our sailing.

Avast and belay,
man the main sheets,

and ship ahoy!

It is very beautiful.

Why, thank you. Look.

You too?

Oh, Marcello,
I want you to meet my-- My crew.

Hello.
This is Marcello.

I'm going to be his father
for a few hours.

Right, son?

Right, Dad.

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Hey, you can't do that.

I can if you don't pay
any more attention.

Sister Bertrille, I presume
Marcello is not back yet.

No, Reverend Mother.
Sister Bertrille,

do you have the feeling

that this is one
of your ill-fated,

wonderful ideas?

Oh, no, Reverend Mother.

That's strange. I do.

Well, they're just late.

What could have happened
to him?

Maybe the wind died down
or they ran into a reef...

or there were sharks.

Carlos is a very good sailor.

You know, once he sailed
that boat through a hurricane,

and that's quite a foot.
No, you mean "feat."

No, foot.
He only did it once.

[tires squeal]
Oh.

[Marcello] Good night, Don Carlos.

[vehicle speeds away]

Oh, Marcello,
we were so worried about you.

It was my fault, Sister.

I drove out in the ocean
too far.

I mean--
Carlos let you sail the boat?

All by myself.
And it was very exciting

because I almost hit
another boat.

Oh. Was Carlos angry?

He didn't even know.
He was down below with the crew.

Oh, good.
Did you have a nice time

talking and everything?
We didn't talk very much,

but I'll give you 8-to-5
he'll ask me again.

They talked enough.

I was hoping
that they'd have

kind of a father-and-son
bull session.

Most of the time,
I was in the back, steering.

He was up in the front
putting suntan oil on the crew.

Well, what was
the crew wearing?

A bikini.

Why don't you go
and wash up for dinner?

She certainly has
a lot of skin.

Oh. Carlos didn't
take Marcello for a sail.

Marcello took Carlos

and one of his girls.
He chauffeured the boat.

[Sister Bertrille] I'm not only shocked,
I'm disappointed.

[Carlos] But, Sister Bertrille, please.

Here's a boy
who idolizes you,

who worships the ground
under your feet of clay,

and you used him
to chauffeur you and your crew

around the bay.
Oh, he didn't enjoy himself?

That's not the point.

I expected you to devote

at least a few hours to him,

but you hardly even spoke
to him.

Well, try to understand,
Sister.

I couldn't help myself.

The crew was so attractive.

And I am so human.

Did you know Marcello
almost smashed into another boat

while your frailties
were getting the best of you?

Oh, that's probably
what all the yelling was about.

I don't know
how you feel about it.

but we don't like our children
participating

in marine disasters!

Okay, Sister, listen, I'm sorry.

You should be.
Well, I am.

I apologize.
I don't accept it.

I've had it, and so have you.

You are through
as an occasional father.

[door slams]

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Sister Bertrille, I heard
you had gone to see Don Carlos.

How is he?

Well, a little red
in the face right now.

Oh, sunburn.

Yes, he got
a little scorched.

Did he say when he was going
to invite me again?

Well, no.

He didn't like me?
Oh, he liked you.

Well, he called me "son" twice
and "skipper" six times.

He must have liked me a little.
Well, yes. He's a very busy man.

Why is it so important
to you?

Sister Bertrille,
I had thought maybe,

well, if he'd like me enough,
he might adopt me.

Oh.

I would make him

a very good son,

and he'd be a wonderful father.
Wonderful father?

He hardly even talked to you.
Talk is just talk.

I could tell.
Ah.

Well, you see...

Carlos couldn't adopt you
even if he wanted to.

You have to be a married couple,
a husband and wife,

and Carlos isn't married.
Why not?

I don't know.
That's a very good question.

I bet Carlos doesn't even know
the answer to that.

Sister Bertrille,

I think I'm gonna have to do
something about that.

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Don Carlos, may I ask
a personal question?

Mm-hm. Everybody asks that.

Why is it you aren't married?

I've wondered that myself.
Well, I don't know.

Sister Bertrille said she
didn't think you knew either.

Well, that's very brilliant
of her.

As a matter of fact, I would
like very much to be married.

Good. I'm glad to hear that.
So am I.

What's holding up things?

Would you like to play
with this?

We're gonna be late for lunch.
Ah.

Maybe he just hasn't found
the right girl yet, Marcello.

How about this one?

She is much too beautiful.

She is the unattainable one.
Heh, try me.

[Carlos] It wouldn't be fair for one man
to have you all to himself.

It's easy. I did it.

Funny.

Now, make yourself at home.

Oh, hello, Sister.

Oh, I'm sorry, but we are going
to be late for lunch.

I hope you and your crew
have a lovely lunch.

Why, thank you.
Oh, you're welcome.

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Sister Bertrille, I found out
why he is not married.

Uh, his slip rating runs 194,
right?

No, he said he hasn't found
the right girl yet.

But there's always so many
beautiful girls around him.

Well, beauty isn't everything
to a man.

You're joking.

No, he told the truth.
She was too beautiful.

Well, it's barely possible
that he might realize

that sometimes a man is happier

with a plain girl
who's beautiful inside.

Oh, now I understand.

Sister Bertrille,

we have to find a girl who wears
a bikini on the inside.

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She's perfect.

Yeah,
a real double halo type.

[Sister Jacqueline] Now, now. Not perfect.

I may be wise and witty.
And modest.

Mm-hm. But not perfect.

You're perfect. You cook good,

you're beautiful inside
and not too pretty.

You notice how some compliments
blow up right in your face?

Well, wait till you hear
what's coming.

Sister Jacqueline,
would you like to marry Carlos?

Oh, boy. Ha-ha-ha.

Well, that's a very interesting
suggestion. Heh-heh-heh.

But I'm already spoken for
and very happy about it.

Well, he's very rich
and handsome.

And he needs somebody like you

so he can adopt
somebody like me.

They're little devils this year.

Oh, I see.

Get thee behind me, Marcello.

Have you tried
the Reverend Mother?

She turned Carlos down too.

I can see
it's gonna be pretty rough

to find the right girl
for Carlos.

Practically impossible
around here.

Why don't you put an ad
in the newspaper?

Sister Bertrille
should've known better.

To a child,
anything is possible

because no one yet has told him
it can't be done.

So Marcello, full
of the confidence of innocence,

sneaked away from the next
day's shopping expedition

to visit the newspaper.

He ended up
in the editor's office.

You want to advertise for a wife
for Carlos Ramirez, eh?

Yes, sir.

Uh, this is the Carlos Ramirez

who owns the Casino Carlos?

Oh, yes, sir. He said
he would like to get married,

so I'm helping.
An admirable project.

Sit down, sit down, huh?

But why do youwant
to see him married?

I live at the Convent San Tanco.

And if Don Carlos got married

and if he liked me enough,
he might adopt me.

[laughs]

Well, uh,
just what kind of a girl

did you have in mind for Carlos?

Well, I wrote this up.

[laughing]

A mistake?
No, no, no, no, no.

Marcello, you don't have
enough money for the ad,

but, uh, I think this would make
a good feature story.

I'm going to place it
on page one

where everyone will see.

And it will be free?
Thank you, sir.

Oh, believe me,
I am delighted to help.

And I'm sure our readers
will be delighted also.

But I would like
to find out more.

Eh, how did you get this idea?

Well, to be honest,
it wasn't my idea.

It was Sister Bertrille's.

"To be honest," he said,
"it wasn't my idea.

It was Sister Bertrille's."

Oh, that little monster.
Sister Bertrille.

I was just joking when I told
him to put an ad in the paper.

Well, you know what I mean.

No. I do not.

Well, if I told you
to go jump in a lake,

I wouldn't expect you
to do it.

And I would not expect you
to say such a thing.

Well, Reverend Mother,
it was just an example.

I mean, I was just joking.

Oh, there I go again.

Can you imagine

what Señor Ramirez will say
about this?

Yes, I can, easily.
Oh, you bet.

Señor Ramirez has been
most gracious with us.

Now, I want you
to take Marcello

and go and see Señor Ramirez
and explain.

Perhaps I could explain
on the phone.

No, I didn't think so.

And after you explain,
you will apologize.

Reverend Mother, you know,
Carlos sleeps very late.

Perhaps I could
get over there

and steal his paper
before he sees it.

Kick it out of the way?

Burn it?

Right away, Reverend Mother.

[clicking tongue]

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Carlos, Señorita Maria Diaz
would like to see you.

Oh, come in.
Thank you.

Come in, come in.

Please sit down.

What can I do for you?

Señor, I...

I don't know how to begin.

I-- I've seen you often.

Oh, we've met somewhere?

No, but every time
I have seen you,

I have felt a feeling.
You seem so nice,

so kind.
Oh, thank you.

I come from a good family,
though we are not wealthy.

And I love children.
And I wouldn't mind

having an adopted child at all
as long as we had

some of our own.
Hold it. Just a moment.

What are you talking about?
Why-- Why, this.

"Carlos Ramirez,
owner of the Casino Carlos,

and San Tanco's
number one bachelor,

is looking for a girl to marry.

A plain girl
with a beautiful soul.

At least so says
his orphaned friend Marc--"

Oh, no, I don't believe this.

It's not true?

No. Oh, yes.

Well, it is, but it isn't.

Carlos, we're being invaded
by women.

They're pounding at the door.

And I just learned why.
I'm going to the boat.

Pedro called from the dock.
They're down there too.

Well, I have to get out of here.
You are wrong.

No matter what you say, you are
beautiful inside and outside.

Carlos, I have to talk to you.
Maybe next year.

Do you know what you and
this crazy kid have done to me?

I--
[Marcello] Don Carlos!

You see, it was
only an accident.

And Carlos was the victim.

Yes. Well, Marcello, he wa--

Marcello...

Where'd he go?

[Marcello] Hey, Carlos!

Carlos, wait for me!

Let me go with you!

[engine starts]

Hey, what are you doing there?
Get out.

Not until I explain.

Write me a letter.

Don Carlos,
those ladies are coming!

Oh!

He got away.

I have to find them.

It's impossible
to find somebody

hiding in the countryside
around San Tanco

unless you have
a helicopter...

or happened to be
Sister Bertrille.

[Carlos] A fine mess you got me into.

You turned me, Carlos Ramirez,
into a fugitive from women.

I apologize.

Tomorrow I will go
to the newspapers

and tell them the true story.
Good.

That Carlos Ramirez
hates women.

Hates women? I love women.

But you just said--
You didn't let me finish.

I love women who are single
and who wish to remain single.

Now I understand.

I'm sorry, Carlos.

Forgive me?

Okay, I forgive you.

Now you say
you're sorry to me.

What for?

For calling me a crazy kid.

That's because
you are a crazy kid.

Now, because of you, I cannot
show my face in San Tanco

until it gets dark.

Because of you, every time
I run into a beautiful girl,

she will say, "Oh, no, Carlos,
I'm not plain enough for you."

And the plain ones will say,

"Close your eyes,
I'm beautiful inside."

And all of them will say,

"Oh, no, I have to get
permission from Marcello first."

Heh. You're just joking.

Oh, you make me drop
my puzzle.

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[Carlos] Now, you will see in a few years
when you grow up.

A man likes
to pick his own wife

and enjoy every moment
of the picking.

Oh, look. And I don't even know
how I did it.

And I don't know why you did it.
Don't you know

there's a law against kidnapping
in this country?

Some people get pennies
from heaven.

Me, I get nuns.

Was he mean to you, Marcello?

He raised his vo--
You hit the child?

He raised his voice,
but I deserved it.

We are friends again.
We are?

"We" meaning him and me.

You and I, Sister,
I still have to think that over.

Would a quick apology
help you decide?

Okay, okay.

Now, if you don't mind, Sister--

We're having a talk.

Kind of father to son.

Or a number one bachelor
to crazy kid.

Oh, well, I can take a hint.

I know where I'm not wanted.

Goodbye.

Ciao.

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[car horn honks]

He likes me!
He likes me very much.

[Sister Bertrille] Oh, I know he does.

I think he would like
to adopt me.

You wouldn't want him
to marry some girl

just so he could adopt you.
Oh, no.

A man must pick out
his wife by himself

and enjoy every moment
of the picking.

Heh. Well, tell me, what is it
you like so much about Carlos?

He is so carefree, Sister.

So happy-go-lucky.
It is wonderful.

Well, yes, I-- I know.

But if he got married
and adopted you,

then he wouldn't be the Carlos
you like so much at all.

Oh?
Nope.

He'd have responsibilities.

He'd be a husband
and a father.

And he wouldn't be
San Tanco's number one bachelor.

I wouldn't like to see that.
No.

Sister Bertrille.

What?

It may be hard for Carlos,

but I think
it would be much better

for my occasional father
if I gave him up.

Right.

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