All language subtitles for Quantum Leap s03e06 Miss Deep South.eng

and vanished.

He woke to find himself
trapped in the past,

facing mirror images
that were not his own.

And driven by an unknown force
to change history for the better.

His only guide on this journey
is Al -

an observer from his own time, who
appears in the form of a hologram

that only Sam can see and hear.

And so Dr Beckett finds himself
leaping from life to life,

striving to put right
what once went wrong.

And hoping each time
that his next leap...

..will be the leap home.'

(CHATTER)

Open the window!

I wish I could go with you, honey,

but your daddy would go crazy if I
left him here alone with the twins.

I'm just so darn proud of you.

Oh! Wait. I almost forgot.
Come and get this stuff.

Open that door.

If you'd have forgotten this,
you would've looked pretty foolish.

These are my favourite earbobs.

It wouldn't do
for my baby girl to go off

to the biggest beauty contest
in the South

without her crown and her sash now,
would it?

Oh, Darlene.

Oh...boy.

Yoo-hoo. Miss Sugar Belle.

What in the name of heaven
do you think you're doing?

I'm sorry? Well, you're never
going to become Miss Deep South

moving like that.
Like...what?

Like a...man.

Oh, didn't anyone ever
teach you the proper way to walk?

Was I doing it wrong?

Not if you plan
on becoming a truck driver.

Here, you watch me.

Now, remember, we step and glide
and step and glide.

And glide and step.

All right? Now, you try it. Go on.

You-you-you mean right here?

Right now?
Well, you could try it tomorrow,

but it might be a little late,
don't you think? Yeah.

I suppose. Could I
ask you something? Of course.

Who are you?
Oh! Well, I'm Peg Myers.

I'm the pageant director.

I'm also
a former Miss Orange Blossom,

Miss Wisteria and second runner-up
in the Miss Praline Pageant.

Which I would've won,
had it not been for the fact

that one of my batons
failed to ignite.

And, of course,
Miss Deep South, 1946.

So?

That's it now.
Step and glide and step and glide.

Glide and...

Well...you've still got 24 hours.

Don't give up.

(SIGHS)

(BELL RINGS)

WOMAN: Yoo-hoo. Can you please
hold the elevator? Thank you.

(GASPS) Oh.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

I-I didn't see you standing there.

Did I hurt you?
No.

No, I'm fine.

Oh. What's this?

It's my little sister's.

I'm Connie.

Darlene.
Oh.

That's quite a grip you got there,
Darlene.

Oh.

Oh, Miss Sugar Belle.

Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yeah.

And...you're Miss Corn Muffin.

It isn't that bad.
I wouldn't be here

if hadn't been for this.
And believe me,

I want to be here real bad.

Well, this is all
kind of a new experience for me.

Oh.

Being Miss Deep South
would be a dream come true.

It'd be an honour and a privilege.

And I'd do my best to wear the crown
with pride and dignity.

That didn't sound too rehearsed,
did it?

No, no. It sounded...
It was very natural.

Oh, good. You never know when
you might need to be spontaneous.

Do you mind moving
your Little Miss Muffet stuff-it?

Cute (!) You got your teddy bear
in there too?!

Don't let her bother you.

You know here?
I know the type.

They're just bark.

One thing to remember
about the beauty queens -

it's a nice one
you've got to keep your eye on.

Smile!

Got it.

Another candid pageant moment.

I'm Clint Beaumont.
I'm pageant photographer.

Hi, I'm Connie.

Oh, this is Darlene.

Nice to meet you.

Have we ever met before?
Uh...I don't think so.

Well, have you ever
been to Buford City?

Buford City?
I think I'd remember that.

Have you ever done
any print or runway work?

Modelling? Oh, I wish.

Be careful what you wish for.

You just might get it.

I'll see you.

He kinda has a nice smile,
doesn't he?

First of all,
I want to welcome you all

to the 35th annual
Miss Deep South Pageant.

Oh, it warms my heart to see
all your hopeful, optimistic faces.

Remember, there are no losers here.

Every one of you brings
something special to the pageant.

Something unique. Something
none of the other girls have. Yeah.

We have a lot to do.
Like jockey shorts.

Very funny, Al.

I'm a beauty queen.
Did I ever tell you about the time

I had a fling with a beauty queen?
No, and I don't want to know.

I was at flight school
and she was Miss Tail Gunner 1955.

I tell you, she had
a major-league set of gun turrets.

That was a compliment.
(On what planet?)

Watch out.
You're going to ruin your chances

of being voted Miss Congeniality.

Just tell me what I'm doing here.

Well, we're not sure.

Ziggy's still running the program.

Your name is Darlene Monte
and you earned your way

into the Miss Deep South Pageant
by...

oh, becoming Miss Sugar Belle.

That's nice.

And you come in third.
(I don't care about finishing, Al.)

(I just want to fix whatever it is
and get out of here.)

Well, just don't worry
and maintain a low profile

and...nobody will pay
any attention to you.

..learn a little more
about each other.

(Keep a low profile? How can I keep a
low profile? It's a beauty contest.)

It appears that Miss Monte
has a lot to say,

so why don't we start with her?

Miss Monte?

What?
I ask if you'd mind standing

and telling us what becoming
Miss Deep South means to you?

Go ahead.

Um...
I'll go and see

if I can speed up Ziggy,
so hang in there, Sam.

And remember, smile.

Smile.

Well, I don't really know
where to start.

Uh...winning this contest
would be...uh...

..well, it would be pretty darn nice.

That's for sure.

Could you be a little more specific?

Specific? Oh.

Well...um...being Miss Deep South...

..would be like a dream come true.

It would be
an honour and a privilege.

And I would do my best to wear
the crown with pride and dignity.

Well, that was very nicely put.

Look, Connie, I'm really sorry.

I didn't mean to steal your speech.
No, it's all right.

You were just nervous.
Terrified is more like it.

It's funny, isn't it? We just met
and we end up as roommates.

Yeah. Sort of like
we were meant to be together.

Uh...yeah, Connie.

Funny, isn't it?

(GASPS)
Would you look at this room?

I've heard about places like this,

but I never thought
I'd actually be staying in one.

They even have a television set.

Don't you have a TV at home?

We got a radio.
And I go to picture shows

in Chattanooga on the weekends.

Here, here, here.

TV: 'Mom and Dad don't want you
eating with your face on the plate.'

'But there's nobody here.'

(LAUGHS) I haven't seen
a black-and-white set like this

since I was a little...girl.

Connie...you said
that winning the pageant

would be like a dream come true.

'They make you learn etiquette.'
'What's that?'

What kind of a dream?

That kind.

'I didn't know they picked on you
that much in high school.'

'Yeah. They were real strict
about that kind of stuff.'

(CHUCKLES)
You want to be the Beaver?

No, I want to be on television.

Or the movies. That's why I got
into this in the first place -

to get enough money
to go to Hollywood.

Hollywood is a long way
from Buford City.

Don't get me wrong,
I love my family.

It's just...my mamma's 36 years old,
she's got 8 kids.

One's still in diapers and
the most exciting thing in her life

is getting the new
Sears and Roebuck catalogue.

I just don't want the same thing
to happen to me.

Yeah. But why Hollywood?
We did this play in school -

Our Town - I got the lead.

And when I was on that stage,
I felt alive.

Like I had electricity
shooting all through my body.

You ever felt that way?
Yeah, once or twice.

You know, getting
into showbusiness isn't easy.

Neither is
watching the world pass you by.

I may not make it,
but there's got to be more to life

than kids and catalogues.

What do think of him?

Who?
Clint Beaumont.

Oh, I...I don't know. He's OK.

I guess.

Why?
Oh, no reason.

Oh, will you unzip me?
I want to try on my formal.

Sure. Yeah.

Sure.

I'm so excited. (GIGGLES)
OK.

Those zippers
were a brilliant invention.

Buttons were OK, but...

All right! In the bathroom.

Al!
What?

I'll be back out
in a couple of minutes.

You know, you're really a prude.

It's a good thing
I'm not here to win this thing. She could be tough to beat.

Well, don't start
writing her acceptance speech.

Connie's the reason I'm here?
We don't have the details yet.

She's not going to win, is she?
She won't be around to win.

What do you mean?
Well, according to Ziggy,

she doesn't even finish the contest.
So there must be

something terrible happens
between now and tomorrow night,

because she disappears
and no-one ever sees her again.

All right, girls.
Let's try it one more time.

Remember, lots of smiles,
lots of energy.

Music...and step.
(MUSIC STARTS)

Step. Step. Ball change.

Good. That's it.

Oh. Now, watch out
for those parasols.

That's it. Now like ladies.

That's it. And shuffle, shuffle,
shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Parasols. Keep spinning.

Keep spinning.

That's it. And up.

And sway. Keep swaying, girls.

Keep swaying. That's it.
And No.1, go.

Hi. I'm Cheryl Lynn Birch -
Miss Mason-Dixon Line.

My goals are to become
a professional secretary

and to have many children.

No.2, go.

Hi. I'm Victoria Jenkins.
Miss Confederacy.

My goals include helping the needy

and singing in the church choir.

No.3, go.

Hi. I'm Miss Darlene Monte.

Uh...Miss Sugar Belle.

And my goals include...my goals...

..they include...
Stop! Stop!

Is there a problem, Miss Monte?

No. I just can't get my parasol...

..closed.
Seems to be working now.

I'll get it right the next time.
Well, there isn't any more time.

It's time
for your pre-pageant interviews.

Everyone, go back to your rooms.
I'll come and get you

when it's your turn.

Just...

it jammed up on me and...

How did you ever get here?

(GIRLS GIGGLE)

You see that? Even as a hologram,

I've got it.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.
Scarlett O'Hara on steroids?

It's not working, Al.
I'm messing everything up.

Oh.
Don't worry about it.

You'll do great tonight.

Yeah? I wouldn't bet on it.
I guess we ought to get changed.

I'll catch up with you later.
Where are you going?

Clint wants to talk to me
about taking some pictures.

He says he knows some Hollywood
people. They want new talent, and he thinks I'm perfect.

When did this come off?
Before rehearsal.

Darlene, this is just what I wanted.

Wish me luck.

She's gonna need more than luck.
What do you mean by that?

Uh...I think you better sit down,
Sam.

I think you'd better sit down, Sam.

(SIGHS)

I think you'd better stand up, Sam.

Come, Al, just tell me
why she doesn't finish the pageant.

Well, in about a month,
some photographs of Connie

turn up on a calendar.

The kind you see in the better
muffler shops across the country.

Oh, come on, Al.
Connie's not the kind of girl

who would pose
for that kind of a picture.

People do a lot of things
when they're desperate.

Clint.

He takes the pictures, doesn't he?
Yeah.

Yeah, and the poor kid -
when she realised

what he was gonna do with them -
she got so ashamed

she couldn't go home.

I got to go find Myers.

Why? What are you gonna tell her?

That your holographic friend
told you about some photographs

that haven't even been taken yet?!

OK. All right.
I'm going to stick with Connie

until the pageant starts.

And then she'll still be here and
I'll be able to leap out. Mm-mm. No.

Yeah, stick with Connie.
See, what you got to realise

is that you use... I mean, Darlene
uses the money from the contest

to go to college.
And she went on to become

one of the first female
cardiologists in this country.

So you have
to keep her chances alive,

so she can come in third.

She's saved a lot of people's lives,
Sam.

So you keep your eye on Connie.

But as far you're concerned...you're
Miss Sugar Belle.

He sure can get me
a meeting with his friends.

The movie producers?
They're not all producers.

Some of them
are writers and directors.

Will you tie me up?

Tie you up?

Oh. Oh, your hair.

Ha. Yeah, I-I-I-I can do that.

Clint says they're
starting a new picture next month

and once they see the pictures
he takes, they'll be interested.

How much do we really
know about this Clint guy?

What do you mean?
Well, I mean,

isn't it kinda strange that
he'd know all these big showbiz types

and still be working here?
You think he's lying?

I just think you should be careful.

Darlene, Clint's just
trying to help me, that's all.

Well, maybe
he's trying to help himself.

You're jealous.
Jealous?

That's right.
You can't stand the fact

that he picked me and not you.
You know that isn't true.

Do I? I should've known after
what you did at the orientation.

I explained that.
You're just like the rest of 'em.

Believe me, Connie, I'm not.

Look, I know how badly
you want to change your life,

but Clint is not the answer.
How do you know?

Can you see the future?

Connie, I just -
I won't spend the rest of my life

scratching in a piece of dirt
and having ten kids hanging from my skirt!

I can't!

Connie.

Connie, wait.

Connie.

Well, just the person
I was looking for.

It's time for your
pre-pageant interview. Right now?

I mean, is it absolutely necessary?

Well, yes. Unless you want to
throw away every chance of winning.

So, uh...what are your measurements?

Why?

I beg your pardon?

No offence, but um...

why do you want to know
what my measurements are?

Well, just because we have to know,
that's all.

I don't see
where the size of a person's body

has anything to do with who they are.

I don't either!

Philippa!
Well, I...

Well, I don't.
Well, I -

(LAUGHS) -
I suppose we can skip this for now

and uh...if you'll just sign this,
we'll move right on.

What is this? Just a standard
declaration of purity contract.

Purity?
Nothing to get your back up about.

We just want to verify the fact
that you are still a virgin.

Great. Now, the people that I know,

they're looking
for a particular kind of girl.

A special kind of look.

OK. Just relax.

Ready?

Good. Let's see.

Why don't we uh...just
loosen this up just a little bit?

What are you doing?
Relax.

I was just trying to set the mood,
that's all.

I-I don't know
if I should be doing this.

Well, maybe you shouldn't.

Connie, I'm going
to be very honest with you.

I think that you can go to the top,
I really do.

But you gotta give me
something in order to get there.

What?
You.

Now, you know what sells
in Hollywood today?

Sex appeal.

(LAUGHS)
And, honey, you got it.

It's up to me to get it on film.
When those movie people see pictures of you,

they're going to be stepping
all over themselves to sign you up.

But you're going
to have to help me out.

Do you know what I mean?

You-you want me
to take my clothes off, don't you?

I want you to do
whatever you want to do.

I got to tell you, if you don't,

there's a hundred other girls
out there that will.

So, what's it going to be?

Are you going
to go back to Buford City

and wonder 'what if'
for the rest of your life?

Or do you want to see the world?

That's lovely. Don't be afraid.

That's good.

I knew you were the kind of girl

I was looking for
when I first saw you.

You won't regret this.

Trust me.

Relax, now.

I won't shoot
anything that will embarrass you.

It's lovely.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I'm looking at a star.

Give me a big smile. That's right.

Pearly whites - lovely.

La gusta, la gusta, la gusta,
la gusta,

Cuanto la gusta, la gusta,
la gusta...

What happened? Carmen Miranda
have a garage sale (?)

Who?
Carmen Miranda!

She put fruit on the map.
Ah, it's before your time.

Al, give me a break, will you?
This is my costume.

Darlene must have sent it
before she left home.

♪ OH! SUSANNA

Monte. Darlene Monte, you're next.

I...I'm just gonna
need a few more minutes.

Next!

Did you see this? Jerry Lee Lewis
will be here next week.

So am I, if I don't find Connie.
Come on, you'll find her.

But just remember -
I know. I know.

I got to keep Darlene
in the contest. I know that.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS)

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh. Thank God it's just a rehearsal.

I've never even heard of this song -
Cuanto La Gusta, Al. That's OK.

Did you learn the lyrics?
Well...

I'll be there to help you through,
as always.

♪ Cuanto la gusta, la gusta
La gusta

♪ La gusta, la gusta, la gusta

♪ Cuanto la gusta, la gusta
La gusta

♪ We gotta get going
Where are we going?

♪ What are we going to do?

♪ We're on our way to somewhere
The two of us and you

♪ What will we see there?
What will be there?

♪ There may be caballeros
with dark and flashing eyes

♪ We're on our way
♪ We're on our way

♪ Pack up your pack
♪ Pack up your pack

♪ And if we stay
♪ And if we stay

♪ We won't come back
♪ We won't come back

♪ How can we go?
We haven't got a dime

♪ But we're going and we're
going to have a happy time...♪

Thank you.

Thank you.

That was the most
humiliating experience of my life.

Well, I thought she should have
at least let us finish.

We were doing fine.
Finish? Yeah!

Finish? Al, we were finished
before we even started.

Now, I gotta find Connie or I'm never
gonna leave. And if I don't leave,

Darlene is never gonna finish third.

All right, all right.

Ziggy says
that Connie is in your room,

so why don't you...? Ooh.

Why don't you go and make sure
that Connie isn't doing anything

that she'll regret? And
I'll go downstairs just in case

Clint has tried to take advantage

of any other
young...beautiful...soft...

Going down?

(RUNNING WATER)

It's me.

I lost you.

Connie, uh...look,
I know you were upset...earlier

and I'm sorry about that.

But...I just feel like
maybe we should talk about things.

Hey.

Be careful, you're gonna shrivel up.

Connie?

Are you OK?
(SOBS)

How are you feeling?
Stupid.

How long were you in there?

I don't know. An hour.

Maybe more.

I felt so dirty.

I thought I could wash it off,
but I couldn't.

He didn't...?
No.

But it wasn't because he didn't try.

So stupid.
It's not your fault.

But you tried to warn me
and I didn't listen.

I thought I could just do it
and forget it.

What am I going to do, Darlene?

Now, first off,
we got to get the film.

Yeah.

Maybe I could talk to him

and ask him
to give the pictures back.

Tell him I changed my mind.

He's not going to use
those pictures to help me, is he?

I got to get out of here.

Where's my case?
Connie, Connie, stop it.

I got to get out of here!
Connie, just stop.

You can't run away
from your mistakes.

Trust me, I know.

I'll get the pictures back,
but you have to promise

you'll stay and finish the pageant.

Why are you doing this?

Why do you care?

Hey.

We...

we farm girls,
we got to stick together, right?

Right.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)

It's OK. It's OK. It's all right.

Who is it?
It's Peg Myers.

Hi.

Is everything all right?

We missed you at
the talent rehearsal, Miss Duncan.

Well, I was...
She's not feeling very well.

I think it might be a better idea
if she stayed here and rested

until the pageant starts.

All right. If you think that's best.

But I'll expect to see you in ten
minutes for photos by the pool. OK.

In your bathing suit.

Bathing suit?!

Nice suit (!)

Come with a bucket and shovel (?)

They're all yours, Mr Beaumont.

All right, ladies.
Let's take some pictures.

That's good.

OK, ladies, why don't you all relax
and we'll get individual shots?

Pretty as a picture.

Why don't we take some?

I think you should
start with somebody else.

Oh, don't worry. I won't bite.

Just be yourself.

It's all right.
Stand right over there.

Good.

Ready?

(CHUCKLES)
Sweetheart, I can't get a good shot

unless you cooperate.

I guess some people
are easier to control than others.

Well, I usually get what I want.

Especially if
the girl's desperate enough.

What kind of lies did you tell her?

Why don't you ask her?
You can't just use people

and expect to get away with it.
Who's going to stop me?

You're looking at him.
Him?!

Sweetheart, you're more confused
than I thought.

Besides, I've already gotten away.
Maybe not.

Give me the bag!

What's going on here?
Ask him.

She's lost her mind.
Give him the bag, Darlene.

Ask him about the
private photo sessions in his room.

I have no idea
what she's talking about.

Just, please,
take a look at the film.

This is insane!
You're not going to believe her.

I don't care if you believe me.
Take a look at the film.

It's your job to protect
the contestants, isn't it?

Give me the bag.
What the hell are you doing?

Would you wait for me
in the pageant hall, Mr Beaumont?

Please.

I'm sorry.
I feel really bad

about putting you
in the middle of all this.

Not as bad as the person
on this film is gonna feel.

What do you mean?

If what you say is true,
the person in these pictures

will have to be
disqualified from the pageant.

At least stick around until the
pageant's over. It's already over.

We can try and get the pictures back.
She wouldn't use them against you.

I ruined things for myself. I won't
let you hurt your chances to win.

Look, Connie -
Hey!

One good thing
will come out of this.

Clint Beaumont won't be around

to ruin any more chances for -
(SOBS)

- any dumb country girls,
too plain to see the real truth.

I wouldn't be too sure about that.

Put your hand up on your hip.
There you go.

Don't go anywhere.

My bus leaves in ten minutes.
So you'll get the next one. What...?

Give me ten more minutes.

All right.

Stay with her, Al.

Like white on rice, little darling.

Why did you kick Connie out
and let Beaumont stay?

Mr Beaumont has been
with this pageant for 12 years.

He used her!

She didn't have
to let him photograph her naked.

What?!
She obviously went along with it.

She made a mistake.
You sometimes do that at 19.

You're avoiding my question.
Why is Beaumont still here?

I won't change photographers
on the night of the pageant!

You're ruining Connie's life.
Don't be so melodramatic! Her life isn't ruined.

What would've happened to you if
you'd been kicked out of the pageant?

Oh, my God.

You posed nude for him when you
were a contestant. Don't be absurd.

How could you let him do that to
other girls after being through it?

Or was posing naked your idea?
No.

No.

It just happened.

First it was...'Let me
see some shoulder.'

And then, 'Drop that strap down
a little lower to my shot.'

And then it was,
'Just so beautiful.

Don't be afraid. Just relax.

I won't shoot anything
that will embarrass you.'

(SOBS)

And then before you realise it...

you're naked and -

(SOBS)

- and it's all too late.

(SOBS)

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry about what happened.

Cos the pictures would be worth
a hell of lot more if she'd won.

It doesn't matter. At least you
don't have my pictures any more.

You...you don't have 'em?

OK, I don't have 'em.

You dog!
She wouldn't give it back to you.

She would, and she did.

Well, I don't believe you.

Well, I'll send you
a copy of the calendar,

in a month or two.

Mr Beaumont.

I'd do anything
to get those pictures back.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Well, why don't we talk about this
over a drink? No, no, no. In my room.

Sam, Clint has taken Connie
to his room.

The skuzz wants to make
a trade for the film. Trade?

Trade?
Yeah, trade. You know, trade,

trade, trade, trade. Room 318.
Hurry up!

Just hang in there, Connie.
The cavalry's coming.

Clint.
(SIGHS) Oh, not you again.

Leave her alone.

Who the hell do you think you are?
Her guardian angel?!

I guess so. I'm sorry.
Was that your foot?

Oh!

I'm sorry. Are you OK?

Yeah. Where did you learn to...?
Um...

the 4-H Club.

Oh, Sam, get the film.

Where's the film?
Film? What film?

The film.
Oh!

Sorry, I didn't see you there (!)
I'm sorry!

Oh, watch your head.
Ow!

What are you doing?

You're nuts!
Uh-huh.

Where's the film?
It's under the mattress.

Look under the mattress!
Crazy girl, let me in!

You're gonna kill me.

I got it.

Oh, watch your head. There you go.

There you go.
(GROANS)

Here you go.

Well...there's always next year.

Not for you.

I'm gonna see that you
never do another beauty pageant.

You got too much to lose.
I've already lost.

At least I can make sure no other
young girl makes the same mistake.

Fire away. Peg, you're all right.

Now, you two girls
better go and get changed.

You have a beauty pageant
to finish.

I can't believe this, Al.
Why am I still here?

Relax. I had a look
at the judges' score cards

and you're hanging on
to a solid fourth.

Fourth?! I'm supposed
to finish third, aren't I? Yes.

Third, I know. But you haven't
even started the talent contest yet.

OK, we're in
a little bit of trouble.

All we have to do is figure out
something else for you to do.

What?
I don't know.

I don't know. But whatever it is,
you got to go out there

and set the place on fire.

♪ You shake my nerves
and you rattle my brain

♪ This kind of love
drives a woman insane

♪ You broke my will
Oh, what a thrill

♪ Goodness gracious
Great balls of fire

This isn't on the programme.

What the heck is she doing up there?

Lighten up.

It's rock 'n' roll. And I like it!

♪ Goodness gracious
Great balls of fire

♪ You kissed me, baby

♪ Whoooo!
It feels good

♪ Hold me, baby

♪ I wanna love you
like a lover should

♪ You're fine, so kind

♪ Gotta tell this world

♪ That you're mine, mine, mine,

♪ I chew my nails
And I twiddle my thumbs

♪ I'm real nervous but it sure is fun

♪ Come on, baby, you drive me crazy

♪ Goodness gracious
Great balls of fire

♪ Hold me, baby

♪ Whoooooo!
It feels good

♪ Love me, baby

♪ I want to love you
Like a lover should

♪ You're find, so kind

♪ Got to tell this world
That you're mine, mine, mine, mine

♪ I chew my nails
And I twiddle my thumbs

♪ I'm really nervous
But it sure is fun

♪ Come on, baby, you drive me crazy

♪ Goodness gracious
Great balls of fire ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

That was fourth place.

Finishing third - second runner-up -

for the scholarship of $500...

Cheryl Lynn Birch.

(APPLAUSE)

I blew it, Al.

Darlene's never
going to become a doctor.

Hey, Sam,
you did the best you could.

The first runner-up -
for the $1,000 scholarship -

Vicky Jenkins.

(APPLAUSE)

What happens to Connie?

Uh... Oh, she's fine.

She goes home. She starts
a little community theatre

and uh...she leads a good life.

This is the moment
we've all been waiting for.

The winner of a $2,000 scholarship

and the new Miss Deep South -
Darlene Monte.

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

You did it! You won!

Darlene's gonna be a doctor!

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'm proud to present

the new queen - 1959 -

Miss Deep South!

♪ You're wonderful

♪ The way you walk

♪ The way you smile

♪ The way you talk

♪ We're here to crown you

♪ And surround you

♪ And to say

♪ That in our hearts

♪ You'll always stay...♪

How does it feel to be
Miss Deep South?

Sam, are you OK?

I just wish Katie
could be here to see.

Aw, Sam.

(SIREN AND DOG BARKING)

(GASPS)

Argh! No!

itfc subtitles

Repair and Synchronization by
Easy Subtitles Synchronizer 1.0.0.0