All language subtitles for Rich Man Poor Man s01e03-04.eng

Last on "Rich Man, Poor Man".

Claude!

I thought I saw something.
The flick of something.

It's the greenhouse.
- Tom, my arm's on fire!

Hey, Tom, come!
- Get out of there!

I wish you wouldn't talk like that.

Like what?
- Like something is over.

Well, maybe it is in a way.

These gentlemen were just
telling me about that fire.

What fire is that?

Happy birthday, buddy boy!

You're going to college.

I'm going to college!

Good morning, Lisa.
Frida...

Good morning, Tommy.

- Slept well?
- Fine, uncle Harold.

Aunt Elsa?

That Adenauer is a genius,
that old man.

Only two years after the surrender
and look at the German mark.

The soundest currency in Europe.
Harry Truman could take a lesson.

Clothilde!

- The bell.
- What?

Use the bell.

If I shout, she's deaf.
But "tinkle, tinkle" she can hear.

Turn off the television set, girls.
We have a lot of packing to do!

Hey, maybe the girls don't want
to go to Yellowstone with us. Huh, mama?

Maybe say would rather stay home
with cousin Tommy while we go to, yeah?

Yes, sir?

Just some cereal.

Wait a minute. You need a breakfast
that will stick to your ribs.

Bring him some eggs and potatoes and
maybe some of that nice "Blutwurst".

Go, please.

Dumme gans! That is the reason that some
people are servants in this world, Tommy.

- Did you grease the transmission?
- Right.

Checked the gas, water, oil,
break fluid, spark.

I washed and polished the car. Okay?
- Fine, fine. Excellent.

Well, for the next four weeks
you will be the man of this house.

I am trusting you, Tommy.
So be sure to lock up every night.

And don't forget to mow to the lawn.

Don't worry about a thing,
uncle Harold.

Is everything all right?
- Oh, fine. Thank you.

Right, all right.
On toes! Tempo!

Right, all right.

That's it.

Hang on!
No... no!

Look.
When you throw a left,

when you slip it in, you get it with
the palm of your hands. Understand?

Now, throw a left
and see what happens.

Hook, hook.

Short right hook.
- Got it, got it.

Let's do it.
- Ready? No... no, no, no.

No sluggy.

I mean, you got to punch.
But you gotta have finess.

You sure son are strong.
Let's try it again, okay? Here we go.

Augie, you all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay.

You hit like a heavyweight.
Like I used to.

Augie, I'm sorry.

That's all right.
Take a couple of minutes on the bag.

All right.

Are you thinking about that?
- Thinking about what?

About taking some places on the Boxing
Commission. - Augie, I'm not that good.

You're better than you think.

I'm not saying you can beat a
real fighter. But... can make some money.

With the TV coming on and
all like that.

They're looking for white guys who
could fight a little. No offense.

I don't think so, Augie.

Hey! You still sell gas around here?
- Yeah, right away!

How is it going?
- It's come to a dead stop.

What? - My love life. Isn't that
what we are talking about?

You don't look too lonesome to me.

Well, I gotta do something.

Just can't wait for ships
that never come in.

I've been working pretty hard this summer.
But I'm gonna start getting some time off.

You ever go to the Pavillion anymore?

I suppose I could.

Why don't do me any big favors?

I didn't mean it that way.

I got a real nice combo and
some real cute songs.

You ever hear this one?

� Let's go fishing down by the hole,
honey, hu-hum �

� I'll bring the bait
and you bring the pole, babe... �

You know that one?

No, I never heard that before.

Why don't you come out, so meet me
and I'll teach it to you.

You're gonna be out there tonight?

Why not?

I'll see you around at 9 o'clock.

Well, I'll just think about it
all day and pant.

Did you check the oil?

Not yet.
- What are you waiting for? A written invitation?

I got it, champ.

Champ?

What are you champ of?
Pumping gas?

Nothing.

How can you be champ
of nothing?

It ain't easy.

Who'd you beat for the title?

You're 5 pounds down on this side.

Maybe a champion talker, huh?

Maybe.

Oil is right up, Mr. Ledbetter.

How much amateur is he?
- That will be $2.40, Mr. Ledbetter.

� ...down by the hole. You bring
the bait, I'll bring the pole, baby �

� Let's go fishing down by the hole.
You bring the bait, I'll bring the pole �

� Baby. Oh, baby. Down by the hole.
You bring the bait, I'll bring the pole �

Your dinner will be ready
in about a half an hour.

No, no, Clothilde.
That's all right.

I'm just gonna grab something
from the ice box.

There is leg of lamb,
new potatoes, green beans

and blueberry pie for dessert.

I am making muffins.

Clothilde, you shouldn't
go on to all this trouble.

No trouble.

Well... I guess I'll just go get
cleaned up... for dinner.

I made up some fresh towels
in the big bathroom.

Excuse me.

I forgot the soap.

The soap...

I hope you like sandalwood.

Move over.

Hello.

I'm sorry the beans burned, sir.

I'm trying not to brood about it.

You smell good.

My beautiful man.
Like a young St. Sebastian.

Sebastian... Saint.

"A christian martyr whose 'fetal'
is celebrated...

whose festival is celebrated
on January 20...". Okay.

"After the archers left him for dead,

a devout woman Irene, came by night
to take his body away for burial.

But finding him alive, took him to her
house where his wounds were dressed.

No sooner had he wholly recovered...

than he hastened to confront
the emperor,

who ordered him to be beaten
to death with rods."

Figures...

Clothilde...

Clothilde...

What are you doing?
- No... no, no.

I was trying to look up your name because
I want to find out where it came from.

Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Where did you get that?

That scar?
- Yeah.

A souvenir of my husband.

He was like a crazy man
when he was drunk.

But he did me one favor, at least.

If it hadn't for him,
I wouldn't left Ireland.

If I haven't left Ireland,
it wouldn't be any us.

Clothilde?
- Uhuh?

Why do you work here?
- Where should I work?

Any place.
A factory, store... Any place.

I like being in a house.
Cooking meals...

But not as servant.

It's not so bad here.

Your aunt is very proper with me.
And she appreciates me.

She had to,
the way you work around here.

I like being in a house.

Even one is not
your own house?

For now is our house.

What are we gonna do
when they come back?

We'll worry about that
when the time comes.

How about some ice cream?

No, no, no.
I'll get the ice cream.

No!
- Yes!

No, I don't like the idea
of you waiting on me.

See? See? We're even.

Because I don't like the idea
of you waiting on my fat uncle.

Don't you go away.

All right, rabbit.

Let him go.
- What?

The rabbit, let him run.
- Why?

Because you are bigger than he is
and he can't fight back.

Please...

Hey, rabbit! You got some
friends in high places!

You know something?

This is the first picnic I've been out,
since I was 6 years old.

It was my brother's birthday.
Went out to Far Rockaway.

My brother's birthday was always
a big celebration in our house.

This one is better.

I didn't know you had a brother.
- Oh, I've got a brother.

Is he younger than you?
- No, he's older.

Rudy, they were going.
For me, I was an unfortunate accident.

That's no way to talk.
- It's true.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Is he like you, your brother?
- Rudy?

Rudy is as different from me
as two people can possibly get.

Why did you leave your home?

I didn't leave. I was kicked out.
There is a difference.

What happened?

I knocked my old man
to a pastry case.

What?

You know, a glass case for pastries.
My father was a baker.

I knocked him to this glass case.

And he was lying there,
pies and cakes all over him.

Cream puffs.

It was a lucky punch.
If he got up he would kill me.

My old man is a very rough
old boy.

And he called uncle Harold
that night and he sent me out here.

Why did you fight with your father?
- It's a long story.

What a boy is down to it's
I just never got along at home.

They didn't want me around
and I felt exactly the same way.

It's partly my fault.

I was just a hoist, a big loser.
Always in jams.

Rudy was the big winner.
I used to really hate his guts.

You don't anymore?

I guess it's all right.

Maybe I'm beginning to mellow
on my old age.

Maybe it's because
you're a winner too.

You know, I never knew anybody
could feel so good.

My man.
My beautiful man.

Good morning, Mr. Van Sacks.
- Good morning, Rudy.

I'll take that.

Thank you.
- Thank you.

Good morning!
- Good morning, Rudy.

Did you remember to leave the special
order of kaiser rolls at the hotel?

Oh, no... the kaiser rolls.
- You forgot the order? - Yeah.

Oh.
- Sure.

I made French toast for you.
- Oh, good. I got the mail.

Anything?
- I don't know.

It's a card from Uncle Harold,
from Yellowstone.

Say anything about your
brother Tommy?

No, just: "You wouldn't believe
the size of these trees.

Best to all.
Harold, Elsa and the kids."

Just like my damn fool brother.

Drives a thousand miles
to look at some trees.

You should be a fool like your brother.
- What's for breakfast?

With a Ford agency. A used car lot.
A service station. A garage.

You're getting started on it brightly
early this morning, I see.

Makes me so mad!

Mama, pa, please.
- The story of my life!

My brother offered me a chance to go onto
an automobile agency and I didn't take it.

2000 dollars,
that's all he asked for.

You have 3 meals a day, a roof over
your head, clothes to wear.

Yeah.

I'm ready for high society.
Me and Brenda Diana Duff Frazier.

You've been worse off.
- Look at him, your father.

During the war years,
when everyone else got rich,

Axel Jordache managed to lose money.

Is it my fault that
big bakeries are taking over?

Pretty soon the supermarkets will be all over.
Then you'll know what it is to be broke.

The big provider.

All right.

The next deal that comes to me,
I'll take it, no matter what. Okay?

I just wish you would take
one chance in your life.

I took one chance.
In Buffalo.

You think you were the only boy that
was after me? I had dozens of suitors.

I felt sorry for you.

An inmigrant. - At least I know
who my mother and father were.

Can we have one meal together
in peace?

Speak to your father.
I didn't start it.

The next deal that comes, I take.

If we go broke, we go broke.
Is that what you want?

It's better than being willed away.
And shoot the time.

Look at him down there.
Flailing away... at nothing.

Hello!
- Hi, Mr. Boyland.

Rudy, isn't it?
- Yes, sir. Rudy Jordache.

I'm glad to see you took me over my
invitation to fish in my land.

I'm glad you remember inviting me.
It was a long time ago.

I say very few things
I don't remember.

I though I get at them before
school starts up again.

You have any luck?
- Oh, yes. I got a real...

Boy, I was gonna bring it to you.

Is not necessary.
- But I really was.

I tell you how we can settle this.
You join me for lunch.

Thank you, sir. I like that.
- You follow me.

All right?
- Yes.

My grandfather built this place
for eternity.

Unfortunatelly, I'm living through it.

Ridiculous place, isn't it?

If you don't like it,
why do you live here?

"Because I'm doomed. Tied to a rock
with a bird eating my liver."

No, thank you, Martin.
- Yes, sir.

I trust you were impressed by
my class school allusions.

I am impressed by everything
I've seen, Mr. Boylan... so far.

Where did you say you're
going to school?

Whitby.

If I can swing at this year.

What is that be?
- I got a little financial problem.

I need a job to help me
pay my way.

What kind of job are you looking for?

Any kind.

Martin?
- Yes, sir.

You place a person to person call for me
to Duncan Calderwood,

You place a person to person call for me
to Duncan Calderwood.

He'll probably be at the store.
That's Calderwood's in Whitby.

Then you bring Mr. Jordache's
bicycle out front.

Yes, sir.

I certainly wanna thank you,
Mr. Boyland. For everything.

I think you'll like Calderwood.

A little flinty, self-made type.
You'll get along well together.

I'll try not to let you down.

I also think he's got a couple
of nubile young daughters

he would like to catch with some
up and coming young American boy.

No, thanks.
Just the same on that.

Thank you.

That's right. You have a young lady.
By now, she... huh.

Julie... what's her name?
- Prescott.

So, you see her?

Not too much.
She's down in New York.

I met her too, one time.
Up on King's Landing.

She ever mentioned that?
- King's Landing? No.

I bought her her first daiquiri.

Lovely girl.

I'll let you know when we have
anything comes up. All right?

Well, no hurry. I will be out
for a couple of months.

But I will stop by from
time to time to mooch a meal.

What're you talking about?

You get payed with my taxes.
I'll mooch a meal off you.

Miss Saunders, would you come
into the office for just a moment?

Hi, sugar.

I'm glad to see you made it
home alive from that party.

Why, that I should got
a few Germans last night?

Last night you were walking on flak
over the war torn skies of Berlin.

Were you ever over Berlin, Willie?

Apparently you don't realize
who you're talking to.

Let mi put it this way.
Have you ever been up in an airplane?

Not exactly.
But I took a ride on a rowboat once.

Mary Jane, I'm waiting.

Oh, I'm sorry.
- It's all right.

Julie Prescott, this is Willie Abbott.

Captain Abbott, that is.

How are you?

How I am is very glad that I walked
down 46th Street this morning.

Well, so am I.

You will going to make some man a
marvelous wife and mother, Miss Prescott.

Don't mind Willie. He does go on so.
- You're an actress, I take it?

Trying to be.

Miss Prescott?

That's your queue, honeypie.

Mr. Nichols will like to see you.

There is no use anyone else waiting.

Mr. Nichols has a lunch
appointment in 15 minutes.

Ask a thousand a week.
Ten percent of the gross.

See you later.

Miss Prescott!
Go on... go on...

How many times do I have to tell you
I don't care how you take care of it.

Just take care of it!

Just how can you be so rich
and so stupid?

Yes, I know, I know.
Yeah, I know.

Yes, I don't care about that.
You just handle it by Friday.

Yeah. Well, I'm not asking you any favor.
You are on the retailing, right?

Uhuh.
Yeah, I think so.

It's worth as much, but don't pay it to.
It's very simple.

As long it's all cleared up by Friday
because we have to start moving.

All right.
Bye.

Pictures?

Here.
- Thank you.

Let's see...

Very nice.

Sweet.

Ever read a line on stage?

Some stock at Kate Mail.
I was Barbara Allen in "Dark of the Moon."

This is a so much smaller part.

A line, actually. But you're going
to stand in the action nude.

Can you direct me
to the ladie's room?

Excuse me?

Say it, please, the line:

"Can you direct me
to the ladie's room?"

Any special reading?

Just say it!

Can you direct me to the ladie's room?

Hello.
- Well?

They're reading me. It's one line.
I need to see the director this evening.

Just you?

He told me to bring a bathing suit.
- Oh, you're in.

What happened to Mary Jane?
- Who knows? And let me put it another way.

Who cares?

What I thought was lunch.

Anyway, the only reason
I'm still in uniform...

I flipped a jeep on VE Night and
I fractured two vertebrae.

And they're not gonna let me out of the
service until I'm as good as new.

And when do you think that will be?

I figure, in a couple of months.

And then, it's Broadway:
"Here I come"

No, change that to read:
"Big town, I'll get you yet."

I take that you're in the theater, too.
- Well, the publicity side, but yes.

But I do have a deep dark secret.

Well, horses couldn't drag it out of me.

Two and a half acts
of a three act play.

May I be in it, please?
- That's understood. I thought you knew that.

Would it be anything else?
- How about another brandy? Just for luck.

Okay, but just one more.
- Please.

I have to be sober for
my audition tonight.

All right.
What's your line?

Can you direct me to the ladie's room?

Thank you, Miss Prescott.

If you'll stop by Mr. Nichol's office tomorrow,
they will arrange about the contract.

Thank you, Miss Prescott.

I got the part!
I am actually in a Broadway show!

What I thought was champaigne.

Would it sound terribly corny if I said...

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Well, I don't know.
Try it. Let's see.

Wait, wait. Before we fling
ourselves into this gay mad world,

are there some things
I should know about you?

What sort of things?
- Fellas.

Not at present.
- In the past?

There was just one.
I'd said that.

Do you see him?
- Not for a long time.

He writes to me sometimes.
He was my first rejection slip.

What?

I offered to live in sin with him.
He said no.

His name was Rudy Jordache.

And what insane asylum
did you say he was locked up?

He's going to college at the Whitby.

He was a very straight
laced boy in anyways.

No... fondling in the rumble seat?

No sweet surrender?

Not with him.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shock you.
- No, you didn't shock me.

I'm just envious of a stranger.

Don't be.

Who was he?

Just a man.

Very smooth. About 40.

He has a snazzy Lincoln car,
mellowed and a great line.

And he bought me my first daiquiri.

How was that?

The daiquiris, I can take relief.

The bad part...

I liked it better than anything
that ever happended to me.

And just for the record,
I don't sleep around.

Neither do I.

I'm glad.

Corny or not, here it comes.

Okay.

I think I'm falling in love with you.

Well?

Yes, that sounded nice.

Tonight after the show, some friends
of mine are throwing a party

to which we are invited
for a lot of laughs.

Or... we can have supper together.

What I thought was supper together.

You be very quiet. Remember
we are not longer alone.

Good night.

Good night.

Good evening, Tommy.

Hello, uncle Harold.
You surprised me.

Yes, I guess it's a little late
for a social call.

Almost one o'clock.
- One o'clock?

I guess I lost track of time.

A growing boy needs his sleep, Tommy.

Yeah... yeah.

I forgot how tired I was.
- Yes.

I don't want to keep you
from your bed,

but there is something
that's puzzling me.

Yes, sir?

Correct me if I'm wrong.

The dance that are done at the lake
is only open on weekends, huh?

Yes, sir.

And the movie show,
that lasts until 11. Yes?

Around that.
Yes, sir.

I want to think what can be so amusing
to keep a young boy out

until one o'clock in the morning.

Nothing, really.

I was just wandering.

Enjoying the bright lights
of Elysium, California?

No, sir. Not that.

It's a nice night out tonight.

Tommy...

You've got a good home here,
haven't you?

Tops, uncle Harold, tops.

You eat real good.

The ice box is always open,
day and night.

All right. Really good chow.
I'm beginning to get a pot.

You've got an honest job
and a fair salary.

You're treated like
a member of the family.

Yes, sir.

And in return for this,
what do I ask?

Impossibilities? No.

Gratitude?

Nothing of that.

All I ask is that a young man should
behave himself properly.

Uncle Harold, I try.

I really try.

All I ask is that a young boy
should be in bed at a reasonable hour.

Okay, uncle Harold.

And when I say in bed,
I mean your own bed.

This is a clean house, Tommy.
The family is respected.

Your aunt is received
in the best homes.

You would be surprised
If I told you my credit at the bank.

It's what you came up here to tell me?
How much money you got in the bank?

You were not wandering around
until 1:00 a.m., Tommy.

I know where you were.

I was restless and thirsty so
I got up for a bottle of beer.

I am ashamed of what I heard
from the door of the servant's room.

Okay, okay.

Okay?
It's that all you've got to say?

What do you want me to say?

I want you to say that
you are sorry

for the filthy thing that
is taking place under my roof.

Sorry?

Mind. I don't blame you.

You're a young man and desires are rising.
It was her doing, I know.

An ignorant scheming peasant.
- You want me to say I'm sorry?

I should never have brought her
into this house.

She's the best thing that ever
happen to me in my whole rotten life!

You don't mean that.
- I'll tell you something else.

I wish I could take her away from here.
From this respectable house!

And away from them fat little
angels you got down there!

You're upset. I can see that.
I am going now.

But first I want you to promise me,
that you will never touch her again.

What?
- Not in this place or anywhere else.

I want your promise.

I'm not gonna promise you
a damn thing.

Promise or not,
your little fling is over.

Don't bet on it.

When I leave this room, I am going
downstairs to have a little talk with her.

She will promise plenty.
That, I guarantee.

That's what you think.
- That's what I know.

She will promise me anything.

She is an alien in this country and
she has corrupted the morals of a minor.

And that is a crime, Tommy!
A serious crime!

She can be deported back
to Ireland and her husband.

You knew about the husband?

It doesn't matter.

He almost beat her to death.

That's what will happen to her
if I have her sent back to Ireland.

She doesn't have to go to Ireland.
She can get jobs here.

Just because a grown up woman
lets you climb on her

does not make you an authority
on international law.

You will see.
She will promise me anything I want.

Good morning, Tommy.

Come in.

Sit down.

My nephew will have
his breakfast, please.

Yes, sir.
- I'm not hungry.

Fix the boy a good breakfast.
He will need it.

Tell Augie I won't be in until up to 10.

Clothilde?

Your breakfast will be
ready in a minute.

No, I have to talk to you.
- I can't talk.

Look at me!

I have to get this done.

Now listen to me.

Did my uncle come down
here last night?

Yes!

And?

And what?

Did you let him in?

It's his house.
He can come and go as he pleases.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing is the matter.
I have work to do.

Listen.

Did he ask you to promise
him anything?

What difference does it make?
- Did you promise him anything?

Yes, I promised that I wouldn't

You didn't mean that, though?
- Yes, I meant it. We're over.

No, Clothilde, no, no.
Listen to me.

There's nothing we can do.
One has to be realistic.

No, you don't have to stay here.

You can get other jobs.

Listen. We go to Los Angeles
or Denver. I can get a job.

He could have me deported.
And he would!

He has to find us first.

Don't talk foolishly.
We're not Romeo and Juliet.

We're a young boy
and a housemaid.

Go to work.

There's got to be something
we can do.

Believe me. There's nothing.

Your uncle's been very
patient about this.

He's waited a long time for it.

He waited?
Waited for what?

He's being tryig to get
into my bed ever since I came here.

Uncle Harold?

Creeps down the stairs at night
when his wife is asleep

and scratches on my door.

Next time I'm gonna be waiting!
- No!

Next time he's going to come in.

You're gonna let him in?

I am a servant.
I live the life of a servant.

I don't want to lose my job
or go to jail.

And I can't go back to Ireland.

It's over, Tom.

It was very nice.

You're a nice boy. I'm sorry
I got you into so much trouble.

Cut in it!

Hey, man, get lost.
- Hey, you're sucker. Cut in, man.

We can't talk here.
- Teresa, I gotta talk to you.

Hey, man, I said get lost!

Teresa, I wanna talk to you. I wanna...
- Tommy!

Okay, punk!

All right, give me a hand, Woody.
- That's fine.

Enough!

You don't know when you stand or break.

Stop it!
- He's all yours.

Champ...
Hell, my kid sister would whipped you.

Tom...
Get your hands off...

...me!
You lug! Just get away!

So, are you going with me or not?
- No, I'm not going with you!

I've got ya!
Go on!

Tommy! Oh, Tommy.
Tommy, are you okay?

God, you must be cold.
- I'm all right. I'm all right.

I just hope your nose ain't broken.

Where is Ledbetter?
- He left. He's gone.

Heading home by himself?
- I won't go home with him.

Let me help you.
- No, I'm okay.

Listen, Teresa...

I wanted to tell you...

I'm sorry about I didn't show up.

I'm really sorry.

It doesn't matter. It's okay.
- Are you sure?

Come on, come on.
- All right.

Okay.

Let me help.

Cleo.

Your barge awaits.

You can't go home like that.
I was thinking...

My old man is up in Fresno.

I got the house to myself.

You got the house to yourself?

Yeah, we could...
because of the damage...

dry off your clothes.

Okay.

But I gotta warn you.

Nothing really important is damaged.

That remains to be seen.

Mr. Calderwood will see you now.

Mr. Calderwood, this is the young man
Mr. Boyland was talking about.

Very well.

I understand you'd like to work
for us, Mr. Jordache.

Yes, sir.

I've tried some of you people
from Whitby before

and I can't say
I was overly impressed.

I'll change your impression, sir.

That will be a pleasant surprise.

Yes, sir?

Mr. Jordache is gonna
be working for us.

Temporarily, at least.

Take him to see Mr. McKinley.

Well...
- Thank you, Mr. Calderwood.

This way.

Jordache.
- Sir?

I expect an honest day's work.
Do that, you've got a job.

Fail and you're gone with the wind.

Teddy Boylan or not.
Do you understand?

Yes, sir.
- And that's all.

The American economy is a rigged
crap table, with loaded dice.

The laws are carefully arrenged
so that the Rich throw only sevens

and everybody else
throws snake-eyes.

These laws are called
"Tax Shelters".

The Wall Street is where
the poorer cats get richer

and the poor get it where
the cat got the thermometer.

Case and point...

In 1932, Mr. J. Pierpont Morgan,
American citizen and multimillionaire,

didn't pay one cent of income tax.
Not one "red"...

excuse the expression,
these are cents of the times,

...not one "red cent" of income tax.

During that same year, on a tutor's
salary, I paid exactly

537 dollars and 30 cents
to the federal government.

Professor, I've been thinking
about tax little poses.

The subject for my term paper.

You know, exposing the various
ways people avoid taxes.

But, I might need your help.

I'll be delighted.

And Jordache, it's nice to find
at least one student

with a social conscience
around this place.

Thank you.

All right, break it up. And get
that woman out of your room.

Hi, Brad.

Are you bored?
Some kind of a fake or something?

You're the worker in that store.

You got your head stuck
in a book all day.

You can't be studying on Saturday.
That's some form of degeneracy.

Look a little peaked too. But guess
what you need is some exercise.

No kidding. It's important.

What could be more important
than 6 inches of powder snow?

My term paper on Economics.
Now, come on.

That Bill Denton ain't about
to fail you anyway, you know.

Why not?

Because you're a member
of the proletarian.

Working your way through
school and all.

It's us aristocrats
he's out to get.

Some aristocrat.

My family is sort of
being at down cycle.

Did you know my daddy put an oil well
at my name the day I was born?

Turned out to be a dry hole.

It's the thought that counts.
- Not in Oklahoma.

Now, come on. How about it?
Just for a couple of hours.

I mean, there's nothing like a
sight of strapped young females

all dressed up in tight ski pants.

Let's put the roses right
back on your cheeks.

Is there really 6 inches of powder?

I found a great ski way.
And it's almost private.

No stuff?

Am I ever lied to you?

It's one half mile pure virgin slope
unexplored by human sets marks.

About your private ski, right?

Looks like words might leaked out.

Boy, these are really shot.
- How do you like these?

Where did you get them?

The war surplus.

Some old boy I knew
at Ski Troops.

Got a whole warehouse full of it
sitting down there in New York.

Looks like my fatal atraction.
Working again...

I think it's for you down there.

Who is that?
- It's Ginny Calderwood.

She's a pest.

Calderwood? Is it that guy you
work for? Is that his daughter?

That's her.

I see you at the bottom.

Can I give you a hand?

Well, I was hoping for a Saint Bernard
who brought a keg of brandy.

How bad is it?

Well, it's bad enough.

Look at this place.

Last year there was hardly a soul up here.
Now it's practically infested.

Where does it hurt?

Well... all over.
I guess I better have it looked at.

Who did you come here with?

Some dud from Andover.
He's way up on the other slope.

It doesn't seem to be swollen.

Just... kind of throbs all over.

O'Brien, get her ankled dressed.

Darling, when I got the telephone
call I was very worried.

I'm all right, daddy.

I just hurt my ankle.

Come along.

Come along.

Rudy, come in.
- Come along, darling. Get in the house.

Be very careful with that ankle.
It might be broken.

Gently now.
- Put her in that chair over there.

And be very, very careful.

Take the sock off.
- It isn't swollen, sir.

Call Dr. Miller and tell him that
Virginia's hurt an ankle

and might well be fractured.
- Yes, sir.

I rotated the ankle.
Seems to work all right, sir.

Who is this young man?

My name is Jordache, sir.

Well, if you're aware of the fact you
brought my daughter home injured,

you might well be who'd be able
in faith for comment.

Daddy, Rudy wasn't my date.

He was the one who found me.

I mean, if it wasn't for him
I'd still be sitting up on that slope.

Now, I see.
Well, I am sorry.

Now, I thought I recognized you.

Daddy, really.
Rudy works for you.

Teddy Boylan.
- Oh yes, I remember.

Dr. Miller will be along directly.

And he suggests cold packs
until he arrives.

I don't need any cold packs.
I mean, the throbbing has almost stopped.

Nevertheless, we'll do exactly
as the doctor suggests!

Take her to her room and attend to
the cold packs. - Yes, sir.

Keep the weight off the foot.

Thank you, Rudy.
- That's okay.

Daddy, you make him stay
for dinner. That's an order.

All I take, as you hear, are orders.

I don't think I'll be able to, sir.

You know, we're getting a lot of
compliments on our window displays.

Mr. McKinley tells me that's your work.
- We work together.

The skiing display was excellent.
Sales were doubled over last year.

That's good merchandising.

Would you like a drink before dinner?
- No, sir, I really can't.

Ginny will be disappointed.

Well, I borrowed my roomate's car.
I promised I'd get it back to him.

A promise is a promise.

Yes, yes.
I agree.

I'm looking for young people
with fresh ideas.

Perhaps we can talk about that
sometime in the future.

I'd like that, sir.

And I want to thank you for
bringing my daughter home today.

I am less and bowled over by some
of the young men she now see.

And I want you to know that you're
welcome to this house at any time.

And I have a feeling that Ginny seconds
the motion... with enthusiasm.

Thank you, Mr. Calderwood.

Goodbye.

Yo, book that I hate to say this,
but you're out of your cat big mind.

Back down for a second, will ya?

Do you know what that old man
was saying to you?

Just saying:
"Come, court my daughter."

There is just one problem...
the daughter.

Why, what's wrong with her?

She's a nut.
That's what's wrong with her.

You gotta start listening
to the old uncle Bradford.

You know? There are two
ways to make it in life.

One is the hard way,

and No. 2 is to marry it.

Well, I am not getting married
for a long time.

And when I do, is not gonna be
to Ginny Calderwood.

You're just a big disappointment
to me, son.

Just a real big disappointment.

Hey, Brad.

Do you really know a guy who
can get us some war surplus

skis or was that just
a lot of Oklahoma hogwash?

Oh, sure I do.
Why?

Because I've got an idea how we can
make ourselves a bunch of money.

This is it!

Doesn't look like much.

Exactly what we want, pa.
Believe me.

This is it, Ma.

See you already talked to the
fellow who owns this place.

Yes, sir.

He's an old farmer over
in Van Rensselaer.

He'll let us have it
for $250 a year.

For this?

Yes, with the 10 year option.
It's perfect for what we want!

Can I see that piece of paper again?

You watch your step here, ma'am.
This floor is gonna be

a little showing up, I think.

It's very... nice.

It's going to be a lot nicer
when we get us a bigger old stove

and a bigger roaring fire.

Do you really think we
could make a go of it?

I talked to a couple of other
ski places they have in Connecticut

and they said we can rent a thousand
pairs of skis every weekend out of here.

That's guaranteed.

We really clean up over
Christma's vacation.

It's not only the skis.
It's like...

poles, and the boots,
and coffee, and hot chocolate,

and sandwiches.
- Plus goggles mixed in the suntan lotion.

I mean, we get really cleaned up.

You... you need $3000 to get started.

We can squeeze by on it.

It's a lot of money.

Well, you see. Skiing it's really
a big craze, Mr. Jordache.

I mean, it's really catching on.

We're locked into a real
good spot here.

You can get rich on this deal, papa.
We all can, but we've got to move.

Three thousand.

That's a lot of money.

I feel it.

It's our chance to have something.

I feel it in my bones.

Don't worry about a thing.

I'll check every set of skis myself.

You can expect delivery
about the first in a week.

When can we be expecting the money?
- First of the week. For sure.

Nice meeting you, Rudy.
- Nice meeting you, thanks.

Okay, Sarge. Take care.

That say it!
We did it!

New York, New York,
it's a hell of a town!

Didn't you say that your girlfriend here's
got a job in play now here somewhere?

So I heard.
- What is it called?

"Come to bed, Caligula"

What do you want?

Anybody really think your little
chick did the lemma estimation

and you're just planning
by leaps and bounds.

I think we better go find
the stage door. Don't you?

All right.
Now you go in and get her.

And I'm gonna wait for you in this
little bar right across the street.

I just wished I could have
got her on the phone.

Oh no, you relax. It's rise above
their piles, what I always say.

I'm gonna get us a nice little booze.
- Okay, fine.

And tell her to bring a friend.
A nympho, with money.

All right. How did it go tonight?

Would you believe that creep Martin.
He made a pass on me again.

Oh, yes. But he knows a good dish
when he sees it. That old Martin.

What did he do tonight?

Well, after the third act,
when I was supposed to be back...

Yeah, before the cue.
- Yes.

Don't you think you have to say something
to Martin, sweetie? - What do you have in mind?

I don't know. Sock him in the nose!
- He's twice as big as I am. He'd kill me.

God help me. I'm in love with a coward.
- Look on the bright side.

At least you know
I won't get hurt in a fight.

Captain Abbott 735.
- Yes, sir, 735.

So, what we doin'?
- Nothing much. Except that I'm feeling like a jerk.

Well, I'm sorry, buddy.

I expect I'll live.

I guess it better does it for the
millionaire nymphomaniac. Uh, son?

But you got no alternative plan.

At 1:15 I'm back to Whitby.
It's the best what I can come up with.

Yeah. New York, New York.
It's a hell of a town.

6... 7... 8...
- 1...

... 2...
- 9

... 3. Can do something? - Yes, you have a
lot to unbutton. It's whole day's work.

I would beat at anybody who try
to make a pass on you.

Yes. I bet you would, too. But then,
of course, you would made the strongest stuff.

That's right.

You know? One day they must invent
something better.

Leave it to me.

Hurry up.

Wait a minute.

What are you doing?

There is no reason we have to be the only
miserable clowns in the world tonight. Is it?

Here we go. Lincoln Hotel.

You know? I was talking to my wife
last week. - And?

Well, she still going to be difficult
about the divorce.

Well, look on her side.
Look at she's got to lose.

You know? She's gonna stall for a
couple of years. You know that, don't you?

So what? I'm happy. You're happy.
What's the big hurry?

I hate it!

I mean the hotels.
Sneaking around like this.

I'm gonna get my discharge
pretty quick, you know?

And we have to make
some kind of a move.

Such as?

Well, you know. I was hoping
that we could...

That we be able to take a place together
in Greenwich Village. Yes?

Captain Abbott?
- Yes?

This is the assistant manager
from downstairs

and we understand that you
have a young lady in your room.

Well, it's just so happens,
for your information

the young lady you're
referring to is my wife.

Oh, I see. Well, do you have your
marriage certificate with you, captain?

Marriage... darling!

Did you happen to bring
our marriage certificate with you?

Oh no, I left it at home.
- Well, she forgot it, the damn thing.

Good you do.
But I'll tell you what.

We'll have it shot right down by especial
message. It will be here first thing...

in the morning. Okay?

No, captain. I'm afraid you don't
understand how serious this is.

Because we've been under a tremendous
pressure from the law squad lately.

And I can't afford
to take any chances.

Now if you can't come down
here right now

with some proof of your marriage,
I'm gonna have to send

a house detective up there
to get that woman out.

I could do shut down
the air cord, old buddy.

It's okay. Look, tomorrow we'll go to
Greenwich Village and see we can find.

Okay?
- Really?

- Really.
- Really.

Not a bad combination.

Let go. I'm off.

Thomas Jordache?
- Hi, Joe.

You acknowledge you're Thomas Jordache?
- Come on, Joe. You know what my name is.

I got an order for your arrest.

You got an order for my arrest?

What for? What did I do?
- You know a girl named Teresa Santoro?

So what?
- So she knows you, too.

Come on.
- What's to charge?

Statutory rape.

Axel.
What a night I had.

Elsa...
We're disgraced, she says.

We can never show our face
in town anymore.

We were forced.
We should never have let

a wild animal like that into our home.
I didn't sleep a wink.

You must be tired after all that
long plane flight.

Did you bring any other luggage?

You brought the money,
didn't you?

3000 dollars.

I hope that's enough.

It better be.
That's all there is.

Who is this girl?
She's a nice girl?

The thing as I hear is she's been sleeping
with half the young fellows of this town.

But mine is the one that
got her pregnant. How come?

All I know is she's 17.

She's pregnant and she
named Tommy. Period.

Did they feed you on the plane
or would you like a bite?

Let's get this over with.
Who do I pay?

Her father.

Okay, Jordache.

Let's go.

What's the matter?

Your old man got you out.

My old man?
- That's what I said.

What'd be...?

Come on.
- Yeah.

Take it easy.

Wait right here.

Okay, Jim.

Thanks a lot.
- Tommy, I'm sorry.

Are you sure it's mine?
- It's yours.

How do you know that?
- Because I know.

You got some great answers.

Where'd you get that bruise?

Tom, I gotta talk to you.

So, talk.

Not here.

Call me, please.

Come on, come on!
- Please, please!

All right, you gonna clear, Thomas.

What? No charges?
Nothing?

There is one stipulation, Thomas.

Mr. Santoro only agreed to drop charges on
the understanding that you leave town.

When?
- The sooner, the better.

And don't bother to say goodbye to
your aunt Elsa. She is sick at heart.

Hi, pa.

I bought you out of this,
in case you're interested.

3000 dollars.
I hope she was worth it.

I'll make it up to you, pa.
- I didn't do it for you...

or my brother here.
- Now, Axel...

You could both drop dead tonight
and it wouldn't spoil my appetite.

Why did you do it, then?
- I did it...

to let that one member of this family
who's worth a damn

won't have to go through life with a jailbird
brother around his neck.

I'm gonna pay you back, pa.
Every cent.

I don't want it.

The 3000 dollars pays all my debts.

This is the last time I ever
want to see or hear from you.

Then I'll walk out that door.
That's the last of us... forever.

You get it?

I got it.

All right, then.

I'm still gonna pay you back, pa.
Every damn cent!

Even if I have to jam it down
in your own throat!

Hey, listen to this.

I thought a full page add across
the back of the school paper.

"Ski Rentals". That's across the top.
- Here is your letter.

Came as special deliveries from your
old man. I signed for it.

What's the matter?
Didn't he send a check?

There isn't gonna be any check.

What?

What are we gonna do?

What are you doing?

Is Ginny Calderwood in?

Would you tell her
it's Rudy Jordache?

Hey, uncle Harold.

Kiss Clothilde goddbye from me,
will ya'?

Fill it up.

Hey, are you leaving us, champ?
- That's right.

Gonna miss ya'.

Won't you just leave me be, Ledbetter?

Leave you be?
What do you mean?

I don't feel like fighting.

Well...

Looks like I knocked some sense
in that head of yours after all.

Yeah, right.

Come on. Just let me pass.

But say "please".
- Please.

Will see if you can say...
"Pretty please"

Ledbetter, don't let a lucky punch
go to your head.

Say what?
- I said the last time I was drunk.

This time it's a whole
nother ball game.

Well, you're not getting out of here
until you say "pretty please".

Pretty please.

Okay?

On your way, champ.

Before I change my mind and put
your butt around your ears.

Gutless old creep.

But I finally figured out
what he's champ of.

Everyone here in town is out of it,
and he hits the jackpot.

All right, Ledbetter.

You want it that bad, you got it.
- Well, come on, cutie pie.

Get up!

Come on, get up, punk.

I wanna hear how your
kid sister can whip me.

Mary.

�Mary!

You're back.

What are you doing?

Did you see the new signboard
they just put up?

It's being coming.

Well, it's official now.
The notice came this morning.

We got to move.

Now?

No, we got two more months here.
I'm just moving out of this bedroom.

Any special reason?

Because from right now on I am not
going to be at the disposal of a fool.

Or what would you call a man...

who goes clear across country to give
3000 dollars to a perfect stranger?

Money that I worked for.
Money that could have saved our lives.

I had to do it.

3000 dollars for a roll in the hay!

But I've got my price, too.

30 dollars a week.

But I want my back pay.
And that's a bargain rate.

30 dollars a week for 20 years.

I figured it all out.
That's 30,000 dollars.

You put 30,000 dollars on the table
and I'll talk to you. Not before!

Goodbye.
- Where are you going?

I asked where you're going!

Answer me!
Where are you going?

Answer me!

All in total we will have 107 skis

and my roommate was with the ski
troops. He will give instructions.

How much does it get
swing this deal for?

Well, I was going over
some rough figures.

I might have them with me.

A telephone call for Mr. Jordache.

Excuse me.

Yes?

Rudy?

Mother?

What is it?

It's your father.

What are the customers gonna say?
Who's gonna bake the bread?

Take it easy, mother.
What's the matter?

Mother?

Mother?

I don't know where he is.

He's been gone all day.

He'll be back.

No, Rudy.

This time...

he's gone...

for good.

Mother?

Mother?

Mother... mother?

Yeah?

You're heading to the east?
- All the way.

Got room for a rider?
- Yeah, hop on.

Tom!

Tommy!
Tom!

Tommy!

Tommy!

I thought I said goodbye to you.

I can't stay here anymore.
I wanna come with you.

What, are you crazy? My old man
paid 3000 bucks to get rid of you.

Tommy, I have no place to go.
My father threw me out.

Your father threw you out.
What about the baby?

I lost the baby.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, too.

He's got a schedule to keep, champ.

Please, Tommy, please!

You know, there's something is really
funny when you think about it.

Oh, what the hell!
Come on!

Throw your gear in back.
- All right.

Come on!

Go champ.

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