All language subtitles for I.Love.Lucy.S03E26.The.Black.Wig.1080p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.H.264-BTN_track4_[eng]

Oh, boy, it's been a long time
since I saw a movie that good.

[Ricky] Those Italians make
great pictures, don't they?

Yeah, those women were lookers all right.

But I couldn't understand
what the picture was all about.

If it isn't Donald Duck,
it's over his head.

Honestly.

Lucy, didn't you think when she...

What's the matter, Lucy? Are you sick?

Oh, no, no, don't pay
any attention to her, Ethel.

Every time she goes to a movie,
she comes out as the heroine.

It will take a couple of hours
to wear off.

Arrivederci, mi amoré.

Mi amoré, arrivederci.

What's the matter with her?

What do you mean,
"What's the matter with her?"

Can't you see that
this poor women's husband

has just been taken to jail?

And she's left there with 12 children
that she has to support.

She has to work in the rice field
to support them.

Thank you, Lucille Magnani.

How can you be so blasé?

Don't you feel what she felt?

Oh, I think those Italian actresses
are just wonderful.

They're so sultry and exciting.

They're so... so... Italian.

Oh, I'd like to look like that.

Oh, what I wouldn't give
if I looked like one of them.

What I wouldn't give
if you looked like one of them.

Molto bene.

Bellissimo bambino.

Hey, señora, calma down.

You know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to get an Italian haircut.

Oh.

Oh, no, you're not.

Why not?

Because I like your hair the way it is.

But it would look so good short.

Please?

Look, for my son's sake, no.

What do you mean, "for your son's sake"?

I'll 'splain.

Okay, 'splain.

Look, all people in the world
are divided into two groups--

Men and women.

I know. It's a wonderful arrangement.

Right.

Now, men have short hair,
and women have long hair.

- That's the difference between them.
- Oh?

Now, I don't want my son to be confused.

He should know whether
he should call you mother

or father.

Oh, you men.

You make me sick.

You know, something, Lucy?

I think I'll get one
of those Italian haircuts.

Now, Ethel, don't get carried away.

Leave bad enough alone.

Now, I looked pretty good last year
when I had my hair cut in a poodle cut.

People couldn't take their eyes off of me.

Sure, they thought you were Harpo Marx.

It doesn't make
any difference what you say.

- If I want my hair cut short...
- Oh, Ethel, what's the use?

- ... I'll cut my hair.
- What's the use?

If we want to stay married,

we're going to have to go through life
with our heads in a rut.

Morning, Doug.

Good morning, Mrs. Ricardo.
How are you this morning?

Fine. Roberta ready?

I think so. Just a moment.

Roberta, Mrs. Ricardo's here.

Oh, that's the new Italian look, you know.

Yes, I know.

I'd have the new Italian look
except for a certain Cuban look.

[Roberta] Good morning, Mrs. Ricardo.

- Hi, Bert. You ready?
- Yeah, come on in.

- Doug, get me a cup of coffee, will you?
- Sure.

Well, what will it be today, the usual?

Yeah, I guess so.

My...

You should have come in sooner.

You've got quite a firebreak here.

Now, listen, Bert, no cracks
or I'll take my dark roots somewhere else.

Oh, you know, I wanted to get
one of those new Italian cuts

but Ricky won't let me.

Oh, that's a shame.
You'd look darling with your hair short.

Well, I thought so,
but he put his foot down.

He does a lot of that, doesn't he?

Yeah. If you could harness the energy
he uses putting his foot down,

you could light
the whole city of New York.

I get so mad at husbands.

They have no imagination
about their wives.

- No, but they have...
- You know what you should do?

What?

Well, you know, you're just going
to be a knockout with an Italian haircut.

Surprise him.

Let me cut your hair short
and fix it real cute

and then spring it on him. He'll die.

Well, one of us will.

No, I don't think that's a very good idea.

Oh, listen...

Do you think that wig
out front would fit me?

Well, yeah, I think so.

- Get it and let me try it on.
- Sure. Okay.

Just give me an idea
of how I'd look, you know?

Here we are.

- This is fun, isn't it?
- Yeah.

I don't suppose it'll do much good, but...

Oh, well, at least you can tell.

It will give me an idea anyway.

Let's see.

Where did I go?

You look wonderful.

- Is that me?
- Sure.

Paisan!

Mrs. Ricardo, here's your coffee...

Oh, pardon me.

Mrs. Ricardo?

Yeah, it's me. How do you like it?

Why, you look wonderful in that wig.
I didn't know you at all.

- What a difference, huh?
- I can't get over the difference.

Hey, Bert,
Ricky's going to pick me up here.

Doug, can I leave this on
till he gets here?

Sure, go ahead.

You know, if he likes it,
maybe he'll let me get my hair cut.

Well, it's sure worth a try.

- What do you think he'll say?
- I don't think he'll say anything.

- I don't think he'll know it's you.
- Oh, he'll know it's me...

Well, I don't know.

Gee, if he didn't recognize me,
I'm in a dream spot.

What do you mean?

I could find out
how my husband would react

to a little flirting by a strange brunette
with an Italian haircut.

Oh, hi, Mr. Ricardo.

Hi.

Is this what we have
to look forward to next season?

No.

Is Mrs. Ricardo ready?

Well, uh, we finished a little early

and she went to do some shopping.

She said for you to meet her out front

and if she's not there by 1 :00,
don't wait for her.

- Okay, thank you.
- Bye.

Gee.

Psst. Psst. Mr. Ricardo?

Yeah?

- Could I speak to you for a moment?
- Sure.

Shh.

As the owner of this shop,
I should respect my customer's wishes,

but as a fellow husband
I have to tell you something.

What?

You're wife is going to play
a very dirty trick on you.

Oh?

You know the new Italian haircut?

- She didn't!
- Shh.

No, but she did try on a brunette wig

with an Italian haircut.

Looks like an entirely different woman.

- You wouldn't recognize her.
- Oh, I'd recognize my wife.

Now, don't be too sure.

I didn't recognize her
and I've known her for quite a while.

Anyway, she's going to test you
with a little flirtation.

If you recognize her, fine.

If you don't...

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay.

Mira que esta mujer se ocurra

cosa extraña en la cabeza.

That's exactly the way
I feel about my wife.

You speak Spanish?

No. Those feelings transcend
all language barriers.

Well, I just wanted to be sure
that you'd recognize her.

What do you mean "recognize her"?

- I'm not going to recognize her.
- Huh?

Look, as long as
she's in the driver's seat,

it would be a shame
not to take her for a little ride.

Miss?

Oh, uh...

- you dropped your glove.
- Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Haven't I seen you someplace before?

Well... uh, it's possible.

I've been someplace before.

Well, I'm sure we've met.

Have you ever been
to the Tropicana nightclub?

Oh, why, of course, you're Ricky Ricardo.

- That's right.
- Oh, well, I should have known.

Well ...

Um...

Look, uh, I tell you what,
how would you like

to come down to the club
one night as my guest?

Well, don't you have to work
when you're at the club?

Oh, for you I could find plenty of time.

You and I could make
beautiful music together.

I could even teach you how to rumba.

What's the matter?

Look, we can't talk here.
I'm expecting my wife.

Oh, you're married.

Well, everybody makes
a mistake once in a while.

I tell you what, honey,

call me down at the club.

That old battle-ax
is going to be here any minute.

Well, tell me, what is your wife like?

I suppose she's very beautiful.

Well, she's...

she's... she's kind of hard to describe.

Her figure is kind of...

and her hair is all ...

She's a good housekeeper.

Look, honey, I think I see her coming.

- Now, will you run along, dear?
- All right.

And call me at the club. Don't forget.

Okay. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

[Ethel] Is that you, Lucy?

Oh, I beg your pardon, madam,
but you're in the wrong apartment.

- It's me.
- Who?

Lucy!

Lucy?

How's the baby?

He's fine. Oh, Lucy!

You dyed your hair black
and cut it all off short.

Oh! It looks wonderful!

It's a wig.

A wig?

Oh... what a difference.
I honestly didn't know you.

You're not the only one.

Who else?

A certain Cuban with big brown eyes

that are soon to be black.

The details, the details.

Well, Bert tried this wig on me,

and nobody recognized me,

so I figured I'd have
a little fun with Ricky.

I thought if he might like the haircut,
he'd let me have my hair cut

- and everything would be hotsie-totsie.
- Well?

Things were never so coldsie-toldsie.

Why? What happened?

Well, I borrowed these clothes...

Those clothes!

No wonder I didn't know you.

Neither did Ricky.

I flirted with him a little

and what do you think
he had the nerve to do?

- What?
- He flirted back.

- I'll bet he knew it was you all the time.
- He did not.

He leered at me and called me "honey"

in a tone that I haven't heard
since the day before we got married.

And then he told me
to call him at the club.

And get this bit--
Said he wanted to "tich" me to rumba.

And then he said, run along
because his wife was coming along--

Or, as I am more commonly known,

"the old battle-ax."

Well, it's a terrible thing
to say about anybody,

but I guess Ricky's just a man.

Yeah, well, I'll get even with him.

What are you going to do?

I'll leave him!

No. That's probably what he wants.

Yeah. Stay married to him.
That'll teach him.

Yeah.

Well, I'll think of something.

- Hey, Lucy.
- What?

- Do me a favor, will ya?
- What?

Lend me that wig.

- What for?
- I want to try it on Fred.

Oh, he'd look great in it.

No, I mean, I want to see
if he'd recognize me with it on.

Look out. That's how I got into trouble.

That's the kind of trouble I want.
I want something to hold over his head.

- Well...
- Come on, loan me the wig, huh?

Okay.

- Have you got a dress that will fit me?
- You think he'll recognize yours?

I think so, considering I only have one.

- Come on, I'll find you something.
- Okay.

Yeah, Fred, it's the basin.

Well, it's all stopped up.

Would you come over and fix it?

Thank you.

Ethel?

Did you call me, darling?

Wow!

I called Fred.
I told him the basin was all stopped up.

- He's coming right over.
- That's great.

Gee, turn around. Let me look at you.

When I tell Fred who you are,

he's going to beg you
to have your hair cut like that.

- You really think so?
- Yeah. How you going to act?

Well, I thought
I'd sort of flirt with him.

You know, act coy and bat my eyes.

And then if he responds,
I'll lower the boom on him.

- Hi, Fred.
- Hi, Lucy.

- Which sink is it?
- The one in the bathroom.

Oh.

Hi, Ethel.

Ethel, what in Sam Hill
have you done to your hair?

It's a wig.

Huh? We've been married for 25 years

and now she tells me she wears a wig!

Oh, go fix the plumbing.

Now I'll never know whether
I'm married to a masher or not.

I wish I didn't know.

I'm sorry. I brought the wrong wrench.

Ethel, why don't you take off
that silly-looking toupee?

This is that new Italian haircut.

Well, on you it looks like
Life with Luigi.

He'll never fall for another woman.

I just don't have that kind of luck.

Ethel, do you really want
to put him to the test?

Do I? What do you suggest?

Well, when I arrange
my rendezvous with Ricky,

- I'll suggest he make it a double date.
- Yeah?

- I'll ask him if he has a friend.
- Yeah?

I'll tell him I have a friend
who's looking for an older man.

Older than Fred?

You know what I mean?

He'll bring Fred, all right.

Oh, how we gonna keep him
from recognizing me?

He just did.

Oh, I don't know.

Honestly.

Hey! I know the wardrobe woman
in a Broadway review!

She could let me have something--

Maybe an entirely different kind of a wig
and a-- and another sort of an outfit.

Yeah, maybe you could wear
different makeup or something.

Oh, sure. I'll bet she'll loan me
anything I want.

- I'm going to call her and see.
- Oh, I hope so.

Gee, that's a wonderful idea.

Hello.

Hello, is Mother Carroll there?
May I speak to her, please?

Maybe she could get me one of those
showgirl outfits, with a great big hat...

Hello? Mother Carroll?

This is Ethel. Mertz.

Yeah, listen, I'm in an awful jam.

Could you loan me a wig

and some sort of costume,
an outfit, to wear?

Tonight.

Well, just for one night.

No. We wouldn't need it
till after the show.

You could? Oh, fine.

What have you got?

- Huh?
- What'd she say?

Well, I got three choices.

A Japanese geisha girl,

or an American Indian

or an Eskimo.

An Eskimo?

Yeah...

Huh?

Oh, oh, all right, honey.

We'll be down at the theater.

Thanks a lot.

She says to come on down. She can
get some sort of an outfit together.

Yeah, they got
a lot of costumes down there.

Look, now, I'll call Ricky
and tell him we'll meet him at Tony's,

- the little Italian restaurant.
- Yeah, great.

Sit down, please.

Tell me, Fred, what are you going
to be doing about 2:00 a.m.?

Well, snoring my head off. Why?

Can I talk you out of it?

I don't think so, Rick.

I've been going to bed
at 10:00 for ten years.

Uh, I really need the rest.

Well, that's too bad.

What did you have in mind?

I could make a date for you
with a beautiful girl.

Where will I meet you?

You changed your mind in an awful hurry.

What happened to this rest
you've been getting for years?

Well, what do you think
I've been resting up for?

Uh, look, I made a date this afternoon.

- You?
- Yeah.

I made a date this afternoon

with a beautiful brunette
with a short Italian haircut.

And, uh, she called me at the club

and she said she has a girlfriend

and they want to make it a double date.

And this girlfriend told me-- told her--

That she prefers the more
sophisticated, older-type men.

[British accent] Well, how do you do, my dear?

I am delighted to meet you.

Hey, what is this?

You've never done
anything like this before.

Oh, Lucy knows all about it.

Oh... What?

You see, the brunette
with the Italian haircut

is Lucy with a wig.

Huh?

She borrowed the wig from a beauty parlor.

Oh... then your date
is really going to be Lucy.

That's right.

And I got a slight hunch

that the girlfriend
she's bringing along is Ethel.

On second thought, Rick, I need my rest.

Now, since when have you been too tired
to play a trick on Ethel?

Well, if you're going to put it that way,
I can't hardly resist.

Okay, now, here's what I want you to do...

Uh, good night, honey.
I got to go to work.

Good night.

- Anything you want me to get before I go?
- No.

Uh, something I can bring you?

Just bring yourself home,
I'll be satisfied.

Well, goodbye, dear.

Goodbye.

I just saw Ricky leave.
Fred's getting ready.

Good, then he fell for it.

Oh, he says he has to sit up tonight
with a sick friend.

Well, that "sick friend"
is going to be a lot sicker

when I get through with him.

I wish you could have seen
Fred getting dressed.

I haven't seen him move that fast

since he backed into a hot radiator
in his union suit.

Well, I knew it, Ethel.
He's just as bad as Ricky is.

Oh, I can hardly wait till we meet them.

Say, what are we going to do till 2:00?

Well, we have to go down to the theater
and pick up your costume.

I'll go get Mrs. Trumbull
to take care of little Ricky.

- Maybe we can go to a midnight movie.
- Great.

Now, Ethel, whatever you do, don't...

Come on!

Come on, Ethel. You look fine.

Oh, this is ridiculous.
I'm just not going to go in there.

Now, Ethel, believe me.
You look exotic, exciting.

Now, you look fine.

Only to a Japanese Eskimo.

Well, we're not going
to back out now. Come on.

If I could have just got
one complete outfit that fit.

- But you know this is silly.
- Come on. Come on, now, Ethel.

Come on. Come on.

They're not here.

Well, come on, sit down.
Take off your coat.

No.

Take off your coat.

You look more conspicuous with it on
than you would with it off.

That's what you think.

You look like an ad
for a trip around the world.

That does it, brother.

- I'm not going any farther...
- Now, come on, Ethel, sit down here.

Now, sit down.

This thing is alive.

Oh, dear, it's twenty after 2:00.

- Are you sure they said Tony's?
- I'm positive.

- Oh, waiter, pardon me, please.
- Yes, ma'am.

We have an appointment
with a couple of gentlemen.

- Have you seen them?
- What do they look like?

Well, one is tall, dark and handsome

and speaks with an accent.

And the other is, um...

uh, the other is, uh ...

There's one way to say it--
short, fat and bald.

Oh, yeah, they were here.

"Were" here?

There were two young ladies
sitting at that table.

Beautiful-- a blonde and a redhead.

They got talking and then
they all got up and left together.

Oh, Ethel ...

Oh, Lucy...

It's all our fault.

If we hadn't made a date
to meet them here,

they wouldn't have met those other girls.

Yes.

You know what? I wish I was dead.

You know what?

I wish you was dead, too.

- Me?
- Well, you started all of this.

Well, let's not fight each other.
We're all we've got.

Yeah. Well...

- Come on, let's go home.
- All right.

Are you free tonight, girls?

Ricky!

Were you expecting an older man?

Fred!

Listen, let's get out of here, girls,

before my wife shows up--
that old battle-ax.

Oh, so you were playing a little trick.

You think you're very clever, don't you?

Come on, Ethel.

- Ricky!
- Fred!