All language subtitles for Little House on the Prairie - 9x13 - Sins of the Fathers

You tell me the proprietor
of this hotel is Mr. Oleson?

Yes, sir.

Leave my luggage
at the desk.

Tell them I'll
be back shortly.

Thank you, Mr. Reed.

Reed: Oh, boy...

Where do I rent a rig?

The stables are
across the way there.

I'll need
a small carriage.

Make sure it's clean.

Sorry, mister. You're gonna
have to walk over there yourself.

I'm kind of busy.

Be back in less than 10
minutes. You can keep the change.

Good afternoon, sir.
What can we do for you?

I understand you're the
proprietor of the local hotel.

Ah, yes.
I'm Harriet oleson.

This is
my husband nels.

We own the restaurant
across the way,

and, of course,
the mercantile...

Well, all the businesses of
any standing in the community.

I would like a room with a
large bed and a private bath.

Harriet: Yes, well, hester-sue,
the woman who works for me,

will be more than happy
to accommodate you.

I'm usually not accustomed
to dealing with the employees

of an establishment,
Mrs. Oleson.

I'll also need a desk
and a telephone.

Well, I'm sorry. None of the
rooms are wired for telephones.

Well, perhaps this will
cover the costs of installation.

Oh, yes,
well, of course.

We would be more than
happy to accommodate you.

Uh, that's
mister, um...?

Reed, Elliott Reed.

Reed? Reed, Reed...

Elliott Reed...

Oh, are you by any chance

related to
the mankato reeds?

Until this trip, I've never been in
mankato in my life, Mrs. Oleson.

Oh, well...

Now, if you could just tell
me where John Carter lives,

I'll be on my way.

Straight down the road,

about 2 1/2 miles the other
side of the bridge.

Thank you.

Elliott Reed... that name
is so familiar to me.

Mrs. Oleson, have
you ever heard of

the "New York
globe telegram"?

Well, yes,
of course, but...

I own it.

You... you...
He... he owns it!

What on earth do you
want with the John Carters?

I'm Sarah's father.

A nickel an hour's a lot of
money for a boy your age.

You sure you're worth it?

Mrs. Mcandrews
thinks I am.

Jason: Yeah. Wait till
she's seen your work.

She's seen my work
plenty of times.

That's why she
upped my wage.

All right.
That's enough.

I don't want to hear any bickering
or jealousy at the supper table.

Is that clear?

Jason, you've always wanted
to help your father out...

With Jeb busy the next
while, now's your chance.

Jason: The pay's
not as good.

That must be almanzo.

I promised him I'd take a look
at his wagon hitch after supper.

Oh.

It was a great meal.

Thank you.

Elliott.

Hello, John.

Daddy.

Jeb, Jason...

Say hello to your grandfather.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I don't think
they remember me.

Here, boys. A little get-acquainted
present for each of you.

Aw...

Look at these Poles.

They're spinners.

What do
you boys say?

Boys:
Thank you.

Now, go out and put the
fear of god in the local fish.

And for my daughter...

A bottle of the finest
perfume in all of France.

I don't understand.

What are you doing here?
Where's mama?

And this is for John.

It's only a fur cap,

but I figured you'd
make good use of it.

I hear tell that Minnesota is
the coldest state in the union.

Thank you.
I appreciate it.

Well, why don't
we all sit down?

Jeb, pull up a chair
for your grandfather.

Yes, ma'am.

Well...

You still haven't
answered my question.

What brings you
all the way out here?

Can't be the newspaper business.

No. I wish it were.

Your mother passed away
last month.

I didn't think a letter
was appropriate.

How did it happen?

Influenza.

Complications set in
almost immediately.

She woke one morning
with a fever,

and by nightfall
she was gone.

Oh, my god.

I kept meaning to
go back and see her.

I'm sorry, ma.

Excuse me.
I'll be right back.

John: You'll stay to supper?

Oh, yes, I was
counting on it.

It'll give me a chance to
get to know my grandsons.

Good.

Jason, you want to
set another place?

Jason: Yes, pa.

John...

Daddy.

I didn't think you were
going to be free until noon.

For a fellow newspaper publisher,
I am free at any hour of the day.

Are you feeling
all right?

You don't look as if you're
taking very good care of yourself.

I didn't sleep
very well last night.

The news about mama
hit me pretty hard.

I imagine it would.

I'm glad I could afford to
take the time off to be here.

Me, too.

Well, now, why don't you
give me a grand tour of

the "walnut grove gazette"?

I'm afraid
you're looking at it.

This is the sum and total
of my publishing empire.

Well, I'm surprised that
you have any empire at all.

You know, when you were
a little girl,

you stayed as far away from my
newspaper as you possibly could.

Maybe too far away.

You could always
come back, you know.

No...

I don't think so.

This is my home now.

Home?

Without a museum...
Or theaters...

Or central park?

Remember?

I know. I miss
all those things...

But I like the open air

and the cornfields
in the springtime...

Cows wandering loose
through the middle of town.

There's something magical
in a place like this.

How do Jeb and Jason
feel about it?

Oh,
to them it's like heaven on earth.

You sound
very convincing...

But I've seen
how you live.

I can't actually believe that
you are very happy here.

Oh, but I am!

I have my family,
my friends,

even my newspaper.

I saw a copy of your newspaper
at the hotel this morning.

Don't tell me that
writing stories

about church bazaars
and barn raisings

is very fulfilling.

That's the way
we live around here.

I'll leave the big
news stories to you.

I don't buy that,
Sarah.

If you want to publish a newspaper,
you might as well publish it right.

Now, what were you working
on when I walked in here?

Uh... just an article...

About the school
book drive.

Do you want
to read it?

No, and I don't believe

any of your readers
want to read it either.

When do you go to press?

Uh... the middle
of the week.

Good, that gives US some
time to pull it out of the fire.

Daughter,
some scrap paper...

I'm going to show you how a
real newspaper publisher works.

Well...

What do you think?

Looks fine.

What is it?

It's a brake rod. We're going
to use it to fix doc baker's rig.

How much are you going to
charge him to do that?

Now,
why would you ask me a question like that?

Just wondering how much
money you make.

Jeb's earning
a nickel an hour,

and grandpa's rich.

Are we rich?

Elliot:
Good morning.

Good morning,
Elliott.

So Jeb's making
a nickel an hour, is he?

Yes, sir.

Wow! A quarter!

Thanks, grandpa!

Go on. Fatten the coffers
at oleson's mercantile.

You shouldn't
have done that.

Just consider it my
contribution to the local economy.

I was looking out my
window first thing this morning.

You've been here
since the crack of dawn.

Yeah, well,
I've got more work than I can handle.

I've been sending people
over to sleepy eye.

And you're very
diligent, John.

I must confess,
I never said you were lazy.

How would you like to
make $40.00 a week?

I'd love it. And how do
I go about doing that?

You know how just
as well as I do.

It's the same pressroom job I've
been offering you all these years.

You mean the one
I keep turning down.

I want a better life
for Sarah and the boys.

And as far as I can see,
you're the only one holding them back.

Is that what
Sarah told you?

No. Sarah's a woman.
She's starry-eyed.

But if you were to decide
to move to New York,

you could bet
your bottom dollar

she'd pack up and
move there with you.

I can't afford to bet,

and we both like
living here.

Now, for the first time in your life,
be reasonable.

I'm offering you a job a
hundred men would kill for.

Well, then I certainly think
one of them should have it.

- John!
- Elliott, the answer is no!

Walnut grove!

Man over phone: Yes, I'd like to
speak to Linda mcandrews, please.

Oh.

This is her brother. I'm
calling from St. Louis.

Uh-huh. Just a moment.

Hello?

Andy.

I'm fine. How are you?

Oh, guess what.

I haven't had a drink
since I've been here.

No. I don't even keep it
in the house,

except for a little rum
for my mincemeat pie.

Well, as far as walnut grove
is concerned, uh...

I'm the widow mcandrews.

I want it
to stay that way.

Sarah,
isn't this better?

The article on the scandal at the
commodities market right at the top,

and just below it,

the piece on the German
immigration problem.

Where's the article
that I wrote

about all the help the
town gave the Simpsons

after their house
burned down?

Page 4, lower
left-hand corner.

Oh,
I was hoping that would be the main story.

My dear Sarah,

last year,
the editor-in-chief of the London "times"

came all the way over
from england

to consult with me
about my publishing style.

If my advice
was good enough for him,

it's good enough for you.

Oh, good morning,
Mrs. Oleson.

Good morning.

We're awfully busy
right now.

Oh, well, this
will just take a moment.

After our conversation yesterday evening,
I went right home,

and I wrote this
little article

that I thought
possibly you could use.

Possibly.

What is it?

Come here, madam.

Yes?

Where I come from,

we do not
split infinitives!

Oh, uh... uh, well...

It must be just a little
oversight on my part...

Elliott.

Is it all right if
I call you Elliott?

No.

Oh.

You're going to get sunstroke
unless you sit a spell.

Well, you're paying me good money,
and I can't very well take a rest

with all that work
I've got to do.

Jeb Carter,
it's my money,

and I will spend it
as I see fit.

Come on over here
and talk to me.

What are you
doing home?

Have you seen this?

Daddy... my father
ran it off this afternoon.

"Whispers,
by Harriet oleson."

"Linda mcandrews,
the young widow

"who recently purchased
the old Campbell house

"and who has tried so hard to
endear herself to the community,

"is not what
she seems at all.

"For several months now,
she has managed to hide her true identity

"from the citizens
of walnut grove,

"attending church
services regularly

"and contributing to
local charities.

"But in truth,
the widow mcandrews is a divorcee

trying to escape
her alcoholic past."

Oh, my god.

Oh, that poor woman.

Hi. Mrs. Mcandrews?

I was wondering if I
could take the morning off

to go fishing
with my grandpa.

That's fine with me.

I'll be back by noon.

Don't bother. I don't want
you around here anymore.

But your garden's not
nearly ready for planting...

What's the matter? Don't you
read your mama's own paper?

I don't want you
setting foot on

my property again,
you hear?

Oh, I think we better move
on. I haven't had a single bite.

What about Jeb?

This is where he was
supposed to meet US.

He's late.

We'll leave his pole here and
he can fish where he wants.

Here. Fetch me
that tackle box.

Yes, sir.

There he is!

Hey, Jeb, guess what.

Grandpa got US
a jar of fish eggs.

It's the best bait
in the world.

Isn't it,
grandpa?

Why did you and Mrs. Oleson

say those things
about Mrs. Mcandrews?

All we did was
print the truth.

All you did was hurt
her for no reason.

You've never even met her!

Here. Keep it!

I don't ever want
anything from you again!

Now, Jeb,
you come back here!

I'll not have you
speaking to me that way!

Did you say something
bad about Mrs. Mcandrews

in the newspaper?

I only told
the truth, son.

She's a nice lady.

Well, then maybe you'll
just want to trot along

after your brother.

He doesn't give me
quarters and fishing Poles.

What's the matter
with you?

Nothing.

You sure about that?

I'm glad to hear it.

What was
your grandpa like?

Well, I never knew my
grandfather on my mother's side,

but grandpa Carter was
a great big bear of a man.

He was a blacksmith.

When he was about your age,
he helped build the erie canal,

and digging up a ton of earth a
day made a man out of him real fast.

Did he teach you how
to be a blacksmith?

And he taught me how
to be a human being.

Grandpa Carter never
shook hands with anybody.

He'd wrap those arms around
you and pull you up tight. Huh!

The way he looked
and the way he laughed...

Sounds like you got
along pretty good with him.

Yeah. But he could
rattle windows

when anger got
the best of him.

He always used to say he
liked laughter a whole lot more

because anger was
a pretty lonely business.

Guess I'm pretty
lonely right now.

Weren't you supposed to
be out fishing with Elliott?

I hate him, pa. I wish he never
came here in the first place.

Those are mighty
strong words, son.

Well, look at what he did to Mrs.
Mcandrews. She was my friend,

but now she won't let me
come near her because of him.

Mrs. Mcandrews is
a good woman,

and I was sorry your grandpa
decided to print that story.

Well, I don't understand how ma
could let him do something like that.

Whoa. Your grandfather tends
to run things the way he sees fit.

Well, when's he going
back to New York?

In time. But for now,
I want you to remember one thing:

He's your grandfather.

Well, I'll remember it,
but I don't have to like him.

Whoa.

Good afternoon,
Sarah.

Well, hello, daddy.

I want to take you
for a ride.

I want you to show
me this countryside

you say you love
so much.

Oh, I can't. I...

I have an errand
to run.

Good. I'll take you.
Climb up.

Where are we headed?

To Linda mcandrews'
place.

Why would you want
to go there?

I owe her
an apology.

I've waited too long
already.

An apology?

That's absolute
nonsense, girl.

You don't want to apologize
for printing the truth.

Daddy, she was hurt
by that story.

And grover Cleveland
was madder than a hornet

because of a story I printed
in my paper two weeks ago.

He's been demanding
an apology ever since.

And if
I won't apologize

to the president
of the United States,

I'm certainly not
going to have my daughter

apologize to an
insignificant young woman

who lied her way
into this community.

Now, are you ready
to show me the sights?

Linda: Sarah!

Sarah Carter,
you come out here!

I want to talk to you!

What's the matter? You
afraid to look me in the face?

It looks like I got
you out of bed.

What a pity.

Oh, Linda,
I'm so sorry.

You wanted a town drunk.
Ha ha! Now you got one.

Congratulations,
Mrs. Publisher.

Why don't you come
in the house? We'll talk.

You stay away from me!

Mrs. Mcandrews,
please!

Is that you, Jeb?

Why don't you tell your mother
about all my riverboat trips?

I'm sure she could
fill in the blanks

with a real juicy story
for the next edition.

Damn you.

Damn you. Damn you!

John, I've got
to talk to her.

She's in no condition
to talk to anybody.

Come back to bed.

Sarah?

Hi, Laura.

Where's Rose?

Jenny's tending her.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah. Got all the time
in the world.

Sit down.

Ahem. I can't seem to concentrate
on anything but Linda mcandrews.

Well, she's the reason
why I'm here.

I didn't want you to hear
about it from anybody else.

It seems she had
a really rough marriage.

I guess that's why
she started drinking.

Guess the article
in the "gazette"

didn't help matters
much, did it?

She left town
last night.

She got drunk and did a lot of
damage to the inside of her house.

It's all my fault.

Nobody's blaming you.

It's my paper,
not my father's.

And it's certainly not
Harriet oleson's.

I don't know why I let
that man do this to me.

I feel like...

Such a child
when I'm around him.

Well, if it's
any help to you...

I feel exactly the same way
when I'm around my father.

My ma told me...

That we probably never
really get over that.

I never had a chance to get
to know Charles very well...

But he seems so...

Loving... and open.

Your father isn't?

Not at all.

He's... he's always
been so...

Important,
so full of himself.

I grew up thinking that
all men were born like that.

And then I met John.

But daddy never
approved of him.

He tried everything
to keep US apart.

We finally
had to elope.

It took me years
to convince my pa

that almanzo and I
should get married.

Even after
he said yes...

I could tell that
deep down inside...

He wasn't ready
to let go of me yet.

I'm afraid that daddy will
resent John till the day he dies.

Do you like Elliott?

My father?
Of course I do.

But only because
he's your father?

Oh, Laura...

Oh, I'm so frightened.

He's my own father.

I've been poisoned
by him.

Jason, would you get that
for me, please?

Yeah.

Grandpa, come in.

Jason, Jeb. Sarah.

Well. I'd almost given
up on seeing you today.

Well, I had a lot
to attend to.

Perhaps you boys would
like to go out and play.

Your mother and I have
something to discuss.

Sarah: Go ahead.

You can finish
your homework later.

Come on,
Jason. We've got chores to do anyway.

Sarah:
Don't go too far.

Supper's going to be
ready in an hour.

I spoke to a Mr. Fordwick
at the Rutledge boys' school

in west Hampton,
long island.

He's expecting
to see Jason in a month,

and Jeb's enrolled in the new
canaan military academy a week later.

And you and John can come and live
with me until you find a place of your own.

I didn't agree
to any of this.

I trust you mentioned our little
conversation to your husband.

No.

Then I'm going to have
to speak to him myself.

Daddy, I know what
he's going to say.

Elliott.

John, I'm glad
you're here.

Maybe you can talk some
sense into my daughter.

Why? What's
going on?

Well, I was trying to outline the
advantages of moving back to New York:

Excellent schooling
for the children,

good jobs for both of
you, with a future,

a proper home.

What's wrong
with this home?

John.

No. I'm asking
a question.

What is wrong
with this home?

Well, that's
kind of obvious.

This shack you call a home
isn't fit for human habitation.

The boys sleep in a loft. You
pump your water from a well by hand.

I'm glad I didn't let Emma
come out here after all.

Mama wanted
to come visit US?

When she heard you were
moving to walnut grove.

But the timing was wrong.
She was in no shape to travel.

Why didn't you say
something about this before?

Well, I didn't think
it was important.

I... I thought
she didn't care.

Months and months
went by without a word

from either of you.

Well, you know
how New York is.

Fast-pace,
everything on the move.

Daddy, how long
was mama sick?

I want to know
the truth.

I had her moved to a sanatorium
in Connecticut a year ago.

Consumption.

She didn't die
of influenza, then?

I could've gone
to her?

No. There was
nothing you could do.

The poor woman was very ill.

I didn't see the need
to burden you.

Didn't see the need?

You sent her all the way
to Connecticut,

and then you deliberately
kept me from her...

At a time when
she needed me most?

You had no right
to do that.

I have every right.
I'm your father.

Well, you're everybody's
father, aren't you?

Mama's, mine, John's,
everybody's.

Everybody has to do
what you say.

Is that the kind
of nonsense

life in this prairie town
has taught you?

It's taught me
independence.

It's taught me that I'm
not your little girl anymore.

I'm a grown woman with a
husband and two children.

You may get your way with
your editors and your reporters

and even the president
of the United States,

but not with me,
not ever again.

Sarah, I gave you
everything you have...

Everything
you ever asked for...

But I'll cut you off
if I have to stand here

and listen
to any more of this.

I think you
should go now.

Ever since she met you,

she has been rebellious
and intractable.

I didn't approve
of her marrying you,

but she went ahead
and married you anyway.

I didn't approve
of her moving west,

but here she is.

She has rejected my advice
and my offers of help at every turn.

You don't give advice,
Elliott. You give orders.

She's tired of being pushed around by you,
and so am I.

Now, you've given her nothing
but grief ever since you got here.

Now, this may be a shack,
but it's our shack,

and you're not
welcome in it.

I'll be on
the morning stage.

Are you all right?

I'm good.

I'm fine.

Oh, good evening,
Mr. Reed.

I have something here I think
might be of interest to you.

It's my next column
for the "gazette."

Oh, please not tonight,
Mrs. Oleson.

Well, it has to do with
the mcandrews woman.

What about her?

Well, you won't
believe this,

but reverend Alden actually
went into sleepy eye,

and he found her,
and he convinced her

to move back
to walnut grove.

Can you imagine?

That... that reverend actually
aiding and abetting a...

A woman
of that caliber.

Yes, indeed.

I see you've taken the
poor reverend to task, too.

Oh, well, "the poor
reverend," as you say,

is certainly not above
the simple rules of decency.

And neither on rare occasions
is a newspaper publisher.

And that's why
I'm doing walnut grove

and my daughter
and you the courtesy

of ripping this slanderous
piece of garbage to shreds.

- Good heavens...
- good night, Mrs. Oleson.

What time's
the stage leave?

About a half-hour.

I guess he'll be glad to
get back to New York.

Minnesota's not his
favorite place on this earth.

I don't suppose we'll
ever see him again.

I wouldn't think so.

John...

Please.

I'll hitch up
the team.

All right, folks,
let's load up.

That storm's
moving in awful fast.

Daddy, I...

I'm surprised
to see you here.

We just couldn't let
you leave without...

Saying good-bye.

I was afraid we'd said
our good-byes yesterday.

Yesterday's over
and done with.

We said our piece,
and you said yours.

And I still wish you were
going back east with me.

I know you want what's
best for US, but I...

No. I don't want it
for you...

But for myself.

When you get older,
you find out that

you're not as strong and
independent as you think you are.

You look around and
suddenly find you're all alone.

The top floor of the
"globe telegram"...

Gets to be a mighty
lonely place at times.

Jason: You're coming
back, aren't you?

I believe you owe me
the next visit.

Can we go
to coney island?

Yes. It'll be
our first stop.

And,
Jeb... I'm sorry about Mrs. Mcandrews.

I really hope that
things are going

to be all right
with her.

I do, too.

John, I wish you
the very best.

To be honest
with you,

the only hurt you
ever did me was...

To take my place.

I expect you to take
good care of her.

She's the only
family I have.

Jeb: We're all
your family.

You're our grandpa,
aren't you?

I can't keep a stage
full of people waiting.

Good-bye, Sarah.

I'll write to you when
I get to New York.

Is that a promise?

Daddy...

I love you.

Sarah...

I love you, too.