All language subtitles for The Flying Nun s03e06 Guess Whos Coming to Picket.eng

♪♪

[barks]

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[Jacqueline]
Our convent in San Tanco is blessed with beautiful weather,

brought on possibly by
a little help from upstairs,

and our location in a zone
of rising barometric pressure.

Yet at the very moment I basked
in the sun on a perfect day,

only five miles away,

Sister Bertrille had just
walked into the eye of a storm

located in a zone
of rising Latin tempers.

[Carlos] Instead of making
all of these,

why don't you discuss it
with me?

I told you we can argue
about it. Look at this!

Now who's gonna come
into my place now

with these people
picketing in front?

What's going on?
[sighs]

We are having
our annual company picnic.

What are you doing here?

Well, Carlos, your car
couldn't get back by itself.

Thank you
very much.

The children had a wonderful
time picnicking and...

Why are your waiters
striking?

Why don't you ask Enrique,
the sensitive?

That Ramirez is
too ashamed to tell you.

[Carlos] Ashamed? He's insulted.

He's a waiter.
I asked him to wait

on a customer, he's insulted.

Next a stopwatch,
like the Olympics.

To time you,
I need a calendar.

Well, I have some work
to do inside.

A thousand-year calendar!

[mutters indistinctly]

A saint would have to come down
on a cloud and beg me

before I would go in there
again.

Well, I don't know
about saints,

but we're not allowed
to take sides.

May all his slot machines
know only jackpots.

And may the coins he does win
be counted.

Well, it's a shame he can't be
as calm as you are.

Here. Let me
help you with that.

Uh, I'm not allowed
to interfere, but if I were,

I would say that nothing is
ever solved through screaming.

I'm not allowed
to get involved,

but I would
suggest that...

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"Sister
comforts striker."

Did they get
my good side?

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Oh, yes,
it's me in the picture.

It's definitely me.

That makes it
unanimous.

We all agree it's you.
Reverend Mother,

I just don't know how it got
to be me in the picture.

I mean-- I mean why.

I mean when.

What about what?
What what?

What are we going to do
about it?

Somewhere in my files
is a letter from the Bishop

insisting that we leave strikes
to labor and management.

We can pray for men's souls,

but not for vacation pay
or pension plans.

I'm so sorry.

Well, we have
a more immediate problem...

Señor Ramirez.

Oh, Carlos.
When he sees that picture...

[Jacqueline] He was very good to us
while it lasted.

This might upset
our delicate balance

between poverty
and abject poverty.

Well, it's just
a simple mistake. I'll...

Now, wait a minute.

Carlos and I
are very good friends.

It just takes
a simple phone call.

It might be better
if you go to see him.

Oh, can I?

Oh, great! I'll--

I'll call him and
explain everything to him.

He and I are very close.

Sister Bertrille,
are you certain

that you do not know
how the picture was taken?

Or why?

Or when?

No one can quarrel
with that explanation.

[dialing]
He'll understand.

He'd better understand.

Hello, Carlos?

This is Sister--
[Carlos yelling]

I hear a benefactor
debenefacting.

It's an awful connection.

I can hear him.

So can I. That's why
it's an awful connection.

Carlos? Carlos?

Who told you
to stick your nose in?

Who gave you the right
to interfere?

I didn't interfere.
Oh, no.

I supposed Sitting Bull was
a neutral observer at Big Horn.

I didn't take sides.

Oh, it is your hobby
catering strikes.

Enrique's hands were covered
with paint.

I poured a cup of coffee
for him.

But it comes out
that the Sister's out

on the side
of the strikers.

Do you know
what that means?

It means that nobody
will walk in and gamble.

When it comes to choosing

between heaven
and the hot eight,

who is going to have the nerve
to choose the hot eight?

You're not listening to me.

I'm going to end up with only
one customer, an atheist.

But I will make out.

I'm going to haul him
to a restroom.

Carlos, would you please
listen to me?

I don't want to listen.

Please listen.
Nope.

Forget it.
Please!

No, just stay out of my life.

All right. Don't listen.

If I want to listen,
I'm going to listen.

Go ahead and talk.

Okay, you ready to listen?

I am ready.

I've got nothing to say.

I hung up on him.

Yes, you did, didn't you?

Because-- Because--

Because you can't explain things
on the phone to Carlos.

It's face-to-face in person.

That's the only way
you can talk to him.

My next suggestion
was going to be--

Uh--

Go to see him.

Good suggestion.

If I'm not back by morning,

a simple old memorial service
will do.

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[clears throat]

Much better.
Good.

Go, go. Good.
Ver--

Look, I'm just
a cigarette girl.

And all I know is
how to hang up coats.

You're going to do
very well. Don't worry.

Let me show you
one thing.

If you held the tray
this way,

then you can walk much faster
with no problem, like this.

[dishes clatter]

Now, you have to be
very careful of that, huh.

Let me show you.

Now if you held the tray
evenly like this,

it doesn't go that way.
Okay?

[dishes clatter, break]

Well, did I ever say
Iwas a good waiter?

We'll practice later.

The only thing we need
is practice.

Practice makes perfect.
You can go.

[laughing]

Now what are you
laughing about?

Why don't you start
working there?

And you too.

Hello, Carlos.

I must talk to you.

By hanging up
the phone?

Sister Bertrille,
when you want to talk,

you hold onto the phone.

Hanging up
is for no talking.

That's the only way
it works.

Hold, talk.
Hang, no talk.

This'll only take
a minute.

I don't have a minute.

Usually my waiters put out
the bread and butter

and fill the water glasses.

I don't have a minute.

I won't leave
until you listen.

I will not listen
until you leave.

Would you
get out of here?

I have to work!

Carlos, you're yelling.
Now listen to me.

I cannot listen
while I'm yelling.

So stop yelling!

I'd rather stop listening.

What do you want?

I want you to forgive me.

Okay. I forgive you.

For everything?
For everything.

The picture
in the paper?

The picture
in the paper.

And hanging up on you
before?

For hanging up
on me before.

I even forgive you
for another thing.

What other thing?

For taking the rolls out of
the basket I just put them into.

Well, now that
you've forgiven me,

I'd better leave, right?

Ah, Sister.
Muchas gracias,Pablo.

You were inside?

How is it going inside?
Terrible.

I am glad to hear that.
You shouldn't say that.

You should wish only the best
for Señor Ramirez.

But we are on strike.

Well, the strike
won't last forever.

This one could.

The sun is so good.

They are suffering inside?

Good.

May all their butter patties
stick together.

What a terrible thing
to say.

Does he show respect for us?

Is he grateful for what we do?

Our hands are-- Are hard and--

And knotted
from carrying heavy trays.

They are burned
from the hot plates.

They're frozen
in the ice water.

Have you ever seen
the hands of a waiter?

No, I can't say
I ever have.

Let me show you.

I'm sure he appreciates
your work.

Well, he's really
a very wonderful person.

He gives us money
all the time,

and he lends us his car to take
the children picnicking.

Just the other day,

he left a bag of lollipops
in the glove compartment,

so the kids could find them.
Where does he get the cash?

And where did he get
the money?

And where does he get
the lollipops?

From the sweat of the workers.

They are capitalist lollipops.

They were fruit flavored, and
you're very wrong about Carlos.

He's really a warm,
wonderful man, and...

We could look
on the bright side.

She might have been elected
president of the union. Yes.

Well, as one of our novices
would say,

I must not lose my cool.

Where are
those reporters?

Sometimes it takes a long time
to get him to the phone.

He may not want
to talk to you.

Oh, he'll talk to me.

Hello? Carlos?
[Carlos yelling]

See? He's talking to me.

I don't like what he's saying,
but he's talking to me.

Um, ahem, Carlos,
I-I owe you another apology.

Can't you stay out of the way
of the camera?

If you'll just listen to me.
You listen.

The civic club has met for lunch
once a week since we opened.

And they always drop
a few dollars at blackjack.

Today they canceled.

Tomorrow I may have to close.

I'll give you one more chance
to listen to me.

[line disconnects]

He hung up.

That ties it
at one a piece.

He wouldn't listen.

Well, you can always lead
a horse to water,

but you can't make him
take a shower.

A shower?
They take baths?

Whatever they take,
this horse is a stubborn mule.

I'm just gonna have to
go talk to him again.

Sister Bertrille,

he will read your apology

and your statement
in the Tribune.

Reverend Mother,
you yourself said

it was better face-to-face.

Face-to-face would be fine.

Unfortunately, in your case,

the rest of you
always gets involved.

A simple statement
to the papers.

That is all.

Excuse me,
Reverend Mother.

You have
some visitors.

Thank you,
Sister Ana.

That must be
the reporters.

Send them in,
please.

Sister Bertrille, tell them
exactly what happened.

And for the sake of
the bishop's heart condition,

please let them know
that we have not taken sides.

Yes, I-- I'll tell them
exactly what happened.

I'll explain that Carlos
is really a wonderful person.

I've never known anyone
so kind to other people.

He's a beautiful man. Does--
Sister Bertrille, the Vatican

usually bestows sainthood.

Limit yourself
to one adjective.

And make sure it applies
to both sides.

Ah, Reverend Mother.
Oh.

Something is wrong?

What are you doing here?

Something is wrong.

We didn't expect you.

Of course not.

It is nice to see you,
however.

Oh, the honor is for us.

I have never missed
a confession.

Nor even a mass.

Frankly, I never
had anything to confess.

I've been a good soul,
and it was worth it.

Did you see the picture
in the paper?

We can't lose
the strike now.

[Enrique] We have it won!

There is a doubt?

We're not allowed
to take sides.

Of course. We understand.

The way you carried that sign,
I thought Ramirez would die.

Don't say that.

We must love everybody.

We try to.

[Enrique] Of course.

But your influence
in the strike

has got nothing to do
with our visit.

We had a meeting this morning
at the union hall,

and we suddenly remembered
that we had pledged money

for the Christmas fund
for the needy.

Oh, that was
two years ago.

They must be awfully needy
by now.

[Enrique] Well, it is not large check.

How could you have much money
when you work for Ramirez?

But here is a token of
our appreciation

for your non-support
in our strike.

Oh! Thank you,

but unfortunately, under
the circumstances, I'm afraid--

Ah, the reporters.

[clicks]

[Jacqueline]
And I was worried

that we wouldn't make
the afternoon paper.

[Jacqueline]
Since more damage seemed impossible,

Sister Bertrille
was allowed to make

a last-ditch attempt
to explain.

However,
not a hundred percent certain

that a little trouble wasn't
hanging around somewhere,

the Reverend Mother
also sent in two bodyguards,

both of whom were very good
at praying.

You are going to cross
our picket line?

We're just going
to talk to him.

We won't eat
anything.

We won't even touch
anything.

Not even a soda pop.

We promise
not to gamble.

We just want
to explain things,

because everything right now
is clear as cement.

It's mud.
Cement.

If it was clear as mud,
I'd be happy.

Well, I guess we're not going
to cross the picket line.

[Jacqueline]
If you can't cross a picket line,

you can always skin a cat
through the kitchen entrance,

which is approximately how
Sister Sixto put it.

The customer said
it was too cold.

That stew was boiling
when you took it out.

If she can't eat it on a plate,
all hell would freeze.

We mustn't panic.

I'm just a cigarette girl.

Bring me cigarettes.
I'll broil them for you.

You know how many things
that was returned today?

Two hours ago,
that was a baked potato.

I'm just
a cigarette girl!

Hold it,
everybody!

We have customers outside.

You Fernando, you have orders.
[Fernando] I have orders?

Swordfish diablito
and curried asparagus

stuffed with hearts of palm.

A challenge for a chef.

When they take it out
to the table,

it turns into chicken soup.

The sisters
are right.

I must support
the strikers.

Oh, we're not supporting
the strikers.

Of course not. They never
turned your swordfish diablito

into chicken soup.

To the picket line!

Oh, oh, oh! Just a moment.

You're not even
in the cook's union.

A father always goes
with his son.

What are you doing?
You cannot go.

A daughter always goes
with her father.

I know, and a niece
always goes with her uncle.

Go! Everybody inside
the stinking dining room.

Carlos,
what are you gonna do?

What am I
going to do?

There's this beautiful island
with palm trees,

and the beach
is glistening white,

and the waves bubble up
over the sand,

and the sun shines
like a golden star,

and the breeze
is the song of love.

Well, how can you think
of that now?

Well, if I thought of what
I'm really thinking of...

I kill myself!

What can I do to help?

Go somewhere.

Join a convent or something.

Just get lost!

Leave me alone!

You always say that.

I always feel this way!

He made himself
very clear.

Let's go.

Oh, well,
we can't leave him

to do all this
by himself.

But he just threw you
out of here. I know.

Like the proverbial
three cents.

Proverbial penny.
There are three of us.

Look at all those dishes
there are to wash.

Sister Bertrille!
A-and all those food orders--

I know
what you're thinking. No.

No!

[sighs]

All right.

But only if the Reverend Mother
gives you permission.

Oh, I love you,
Sister Jacqueline.

And while
you're at it,

will you see if she has a recipe
for swordfish diablito?

Sister Bertrille,
are you through?

Well, having quoted
half the Old Testament,

and just about the whole
of the New, what is left?

No, no, Shakespeare
will not be necessary.

Let us merely say
that I agree.

It is an act of charity.

Oh! Sister Jacqueline,

if that stove is getting
too warm for you, I--

I mean, I'd change with you.
I'm fine.

Oh.

Maybe Carlos and Roberto
could use me out there,

waiting on tables.

The way you're dressed,

it might cut down
on a few orders,

especially the drinks.

Things have never gone
so smoothly.

Roberto and I
are managing beautifully.

I only wish they could see
how we are getting along.

And I would like to see
Enrique's eyes

pop out of his head.

Carlos, that's not fair.

Whose side are you on?

Well, we're not
against them.

We're trying
to even things out.

If we didn't help you,
then we'd be helping them

and we're not allowed to help
them, so we're helping you,

which means
we're not helping anybody.

Could you repeat that, please?

Not in a million years.

What I'm trying to say
is that we're neutral,

and we choose
to remain that way.

Steaks. Two rare.
One medium.

[speaks indistinctly]

Ugh.

[grunts]

Oh!

[camera shutter clicks]

[speaks indistinctly]

I could not
believe my eyes.

It was an act of charity,
señor.

When you help us,
Reverend Mother,

that is an act
of charity.

When you help him, that is
an act of strike breaking.

Don't listen
to him. No.

Listen to him,
this mis-mis-misleader of nuns.

He didn't
mislead us.

He didn't even want us
to get involved.

We had to beg him
to let us work.

We are going to
straighten this out

if only as a matter of
self-defense.

The whole thing
could have been settled

five minutes after
it started.

He blames us.
You hear him?

Now,
I am a pious man,

but if St. Francis,
St. Thomas, St. Gabriel

beg me to settle,
even then only maybe.

We're making progress.

Yesterday, it was
only one saint never.

Sometimes a third party
can be helpful.

Therefore, I would like
to volunteer my services.

Good.
We can go to my office.

We go to the union hall.

My office, if you don't mind.
BOTH [in unison] Your office?

Well, battles are usually
fought in no-man's-land.

And if my office
isn't no-man's-land, what is?

Sister Jacqueline,
I may need your help.

I wonder if the great strike
is really over.

I don't know.
They're awfully stubborn,

especially Enrique.

It would take a miracle.

You see something coming?

Well, someone said
it's written in the stars.

Yes, someone once did
say that.

And if there aren't
any stars out,

then you write on
something ese.

Oh, did he say that too?

No, but he would have if he
needed as much help as we do.

Oh.
Come on.

Sister Greta
makes our coffee.

She makes wonderful coffee,
doesn't she?

Wonderful coffee.

Excellent coffee.

But I still do not want
to deal with him.

He is a stubborn mule.

Would it be better to be
a capitalist without a heart?

Sister Jacqueline,
perhaps some cookies.

See you around.

A 35-cent package?
Yes.

Well, it would make up
a little for all the insults.

It's yours.

Make it 50 cents.
No.

I can't. I have to worry
about prices.

You see? You see
how he takes the food

out of our children's mouths?
Oh!

Oh, Reverend Mother, you must
have better things to do.

Yes, like pray
for his soul.

Perhaps we ought to try Sister
Teresa's elderberry wine?

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Is that okay?

You forgot to cross the T.

I couldn't hear you.

You forgot to cross the T.
Oh.

I always made that same mistake
in grammar school.

And how many tables must
each waiter take care of?

Would three waiters
to a table please you?

We haven't worked out
the hour pay yet.

He jumps to
the workload.

Next, he will jump
to the pension.

Gentlemen, if you could just
find one point in common.

We have one.

He does not want
to negotiate.

I am going back
to my picket line.

If the elderberry wine
didn't work, nothing will.

Well, how did it go?

Oh, that good, huh?

Well, at least
it's a nice day.

How could it be a nice day
when we breathe the same air?

Okay. You breathe
that way.

I'll breathe
that way.

How could I have worked
for such a man?

I ask heaven, how could...

Madre mia.

What-- What's
the matter, señor?

Carlos...

I think we should talk more.

[Jacqueline] That's an excellent idea.

[Reverend Mother] My office is still open.

It's a miracle.

I know we can
come to an agreement.

It's a miracle.

Carlos, I-I know it's a--
A miracle.

We should--
We should please try to talk.

Would you please stick
to the issue?

And stop running off
at the mouth.

Listen to him.

Did I not always say he was
a man you could talk with?

Carlos!

I, uh, I hope it really was you,
Sister Bertrille.

"After no apparent break
in the negotiations,

settlement was suddenly
and mysteriously reached."

And dinner
will be ready soon.

[nuns gasp, giggle]

And it will only be
a small token of our thanks.

Thank you. Hmm.

[chuckles]

Hmm.

Oh, I would say
that this compares

with Sister Sixto's cold cuts.
[nuns chuckle]

It needs tasting--

Tasting
and time to prepare.

And time to eat.

A feast...

[kiss]
...should take hours.

I've been
getting curious.

Aren't you due back
at the casino soon?

Carlos can wait.

Oh, well, we wouldn't
want him to explode again.

There is no problem.
Are you sure?

If he opens his mouth,
we go on strike again.

I think we'd better
eat very fast then.

Yes.
Hmm.

There's so much about the war
in the paper today.

Look at this.
What is it?

[Bertrille] It was a good day yesterday.

Three other strikes were
settled on the island.

[chuckles]
I wonder why.

I helped her cross the T. [laughs]

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